how he asked me to prom

Por tu amor yo renací, eres todo para mí.

Well this is just a fluff mess and Im of course isn’t proofread like everything I do (what is proofread any ways) and I did on my phone so is kinda messy, hope you like it tho xx.

Day 4: “You noticed me standing off to the side instead of dancing, and I told you that I can’t dance but you just gave me the flirtiest smile and said that you’d teach me, and who am I to refuse”


He was enjoying the prom so much, he was watching how she was dancing around with her friends and he couldn’t ask for a better view, her pink cheeks and her long brown curls moving around like they owned the place, and according Matteo she did own it.
When suddenly their eyes met and neither of them could avoid smile, they were totally smitten about each other, she said something to her friends and started to walk towards him without stop dancing and jumping around.
-Why are you here sitting alone and watching me like a creep? -She asked once she was standing in front of him
-Because I like to watch you -He said with his characteristic grin and her heart melted like every time he does it
-Come on, let’s go dance -She asked holding both of his hands but he kept sitting
-No, I don’t know how to dance -He said in between laughs and she lifted a brow to him
-Really? How is that possible if we have danced like a million times -She asked with her arms crossed over her chest
-Maybe I forgot -He said shrugging letting a chuckle out
-I’ll teach you again then -She said and he shook his head with a wide grin still on his face -Babe, please let’s go dance, it’s your prom and you won’t dance with me? -She asked pouting and he swore that there’s not a thing in this world he won’t do for that cute little pout, so he got up without a lot of enthusiasm, thankfully at that moment the DJ decided to play a slow song and he won’t have to spend more energy.
-Why were you so insistent on dance? -He asked curious
-Why were you so insistent in not doing it? -She shoot back and he chuckle at her answer
-I asked first
-I did second, so? -She stated, he knew there was no possible way to win her
-I am tired, I’ve been packing and getting ready for graduation, my dad hasn’t been easy still about me not going to oxford and I had to help Ambar a lot putting all this party together -He told her and she lifted her head to look at his eyes
-Oh, poor Matteito -She said placing a hand on his cheek and leaving a small peck on his lips
-And you? Why so insistent on dancing with me and not your friends? -He asked her and she hide her face on his neck, he loved when she does that, because her breath against his skin sends jolts of electricity through this whole body
-Because you are my boyfriend and I wanted to dance with you at your prom
-And? -He asked her to continue, he knew it was something bothering her since some days ago
-And you are leaving again to Italy -She let out in a tired sigh
-For one month -He stated to her
-And one month was enough last time for you to came back so changed and without wanting to have anything to do with me -He felt how her voice was cracking and he felt his heart could do the same thing in any moment for causing her any pain, he placed his hands to hold her tight in her waist, trying in anyway to show her that would happen again -And what if you actually don’t come back? -She asked looking at his eyes and he saw how her big green eyes were already inundated with tears
-No, oh god Luna, I wouldn’t let that anyone, hear me clear, anyone get in the middle of us again -He said taking now her face with both of his hands -I’ll go, spend holidays with my family and be back three weeks before I have to start uni here
-It’s just… - She said and went back to hug him tight hiding her face on his chest -I am scare you know -She confessed and he hold her tight, he would do anything to make her sure nothing would change between them, and suddenly an idea crossed his mind
-And what if you go to Italy with me? -He asked and she pulled apart not sure of hearing well
-Wha…what? -She asked shocked
-Yes, we could have great time there and you will meet the rest of my family -He stated enthusiastically and Luna realized he was actually talking seriously
-Are you out of your mind? -She asked and he chuckle at her reaction -How will I get tickets? Plus do you really think my parents will let me?
-My dad can pay your ticket, since my mom knew about he being a douch now he does everything she tells him, and me and my mom can talk to your mom and she will convince your dad -He told her like it was the most obvious thing ever
-But what about your family? Do you really think they will like me? -She asked nervous
-They will love you, I am sure my Nana already does and my aunts and cousins are crazy to meet my first girlfriend -He said smiling wide
-Ambar is your first girlfriend not me -She stated
-Yes, but I didn’t talk about Ambar to anyone, but I’ve talked so much about you I feel they already know you -He confessed and she swore she saw a little blush on his face
-You talked about me to your family? -She asked like it was the hardest thing to believe
-Of course, any chance I get, so what do you say? -He asked with his eyes sparkling for his excitement
-I don’t know, I guess if your parents and mine don’t have problems - She said smiling hoping that they really didn’t have any problem and before she knew she felt how his lips were crashing against hers, and it was all she needed to clear all doubts from her head, as long as they be together, everything will be okay, more than okay.

High school!Voltron head canons because I have no self control

Lance

  • Super athletic. He does at least one sport a season, soccer in the fall, swimming in the winter, lacrosse and baseball in the spring.
    • Don’t ask how he does it because nobody knows
  • The person everyone asks to proof read their essays before they turn them in. He just…has a way with words.
  • Never has pencils.
    • Even when he goes out and buys a brand new box…he just loses them so easily.
  • He always loves the books they read in English, and like, he actually reads them.
  • The kid who just does not get math no matter how hard he tries.
    • Shiro becomes his tutor and things actually start to make sense.
  • He’s best friends with almost all of his teachers.
    • They really just love his banter.
    • There’s two teachers who absolutely loath him though bc they’re old fashioned and he never stops talking.
  • “Hunk, how long could I survive if I just dropped out of high school? I could get a job at McDonald’s, it would be fine,”
  • Convinces everyone to go to the school musicals/plays in the name of supporting Allura.
    • In reality he just doesn’t want to go by himself.
    • It becomes a tradition bc the squad all lowkey love plays and musicals.
  • Took French so he could be trilingual

(this ended up being hella long so I’m inserting a read under line)

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Squip Squad's Prom Night

More squip squad headcanons because why not here’s the squad at prom ✨

-Michael asks Jeremy in the nerdiest way possible by getting him dozens of flowers and singing him an 80′s love song

-he’d do it in private tho bc he wants the moment to be shared with just the two of them 

-Jake wants to prove to everyone that he’s brave enough to ask Rich to prom rather than the other way around

-the squad teases him like “you’re always so nervous to ask Rich out on dates you’re never gonna do it” so it becomes his mission to ask Rich first

-the boy is sO NERVOUS LIKE “RICH YOU’RE A REALLY COOL GUY CAN YOU COME WITH ME TO PROM OR WHATEVER” and he shoves Rich’s favorite chocolates in his face before burying his face in his jacket

-of course he says yes and jumps on his boyfriend to cover him in kisses

-Brooke asks Chloe by stopping by her house with an arrangement of her favorite flowers and favorite frozen yogurt flavor (of course) and has Jenna film Chloe’s reaction

-Chloe would actually start crying and tells Jenna to stop filming bc she can’t stop herself from crying over how much she loves Brooke

-Christine doesn’t really want to go with anyone special, but she notices Jenna doesn’t have a ticket and looks really sad (mostly bc Jenna feels really insecure about hanging out w everyone and thinking that no one wants her there) so she runs over excited and is like “hey Jenna!! I noticed you didn’t buy a ticket to prom yet!! Wanna go with me and the squad?? It’ll be super fun I promise! We can hang out together!!” and Jenna’s just kinda like ???? “whatever sure” 

-at prom, Jeremy arrives in a bow tie while Michael wears a worn down jacket from the 90′s and a tie and he drives them there in his car

-Rich, Jake, Brooke, and Chloe arrive together in Brooke’s mom’s car

-Christine wants to give Jenna the best night ever since she was feeling so down and insecure about going that she rents the two of them their own limo

-after a while at prom, Jeremy starts to get nervous with all the people and both Jeremy and Michael get bored anyways so they leave a few hours early

-they go home, get in their pjs and get stoned together while happily falling asleep in each other’s arms

-back at prom, everyone’s dancing super hard, but Christine notices Jenna off by herself on her phone looking very uncomfortable

-Christine goes to ask what’s wrong, but Jenna doesn’t feel like talking about it, so Christine decides to cheer her up by suggesting they pull pranks on everyone on prom

-they’re little harmless pranks like putting a fake bug in someone’s cup, or tapping someone’s shoulder and quickly running away but they cheer Jenna up and she ends up having an amazing time anyways

-Rich notices what they’re doing and decides he wants in, but takes it way too far by doing insane pranks (pulling down people’s pants, telling people their car was set on fire, etc)

-the entire time he’s pulling his pranks, Christine and Jenna are just like “RICH OH MY GOD N O”

-Rich is the one kid who ends up spiking the punch bowl

-Brooke and Chloe eventually get bored of dancing as well and end up hiding in the storage closet kissing and just talking to each other the rest of the night

-Rich and Jake have the most fun dancing the entire night, but about an hour before prom is over, Rich gets caught pantsing someone and gets kicked out, so everyone decides to leave early because of him

If someone drew any of these scenarios I would literally cry of happiness 

i know this is kind of random and maybe not like my Typical Content but like,, you know when homophobes say shit like “not everything has to be gay”? My biggest issue with that isnt even that 1) I WISH everything was gay i wanna know where they are where everything is gay, or that 2) they always say that when like, one (1) thing is gay and they dont want ANYTHING to be gay

my biggest issue is like? for some of us, everything IS gay. Like? yeah, maybe doing my homework isn’t “gay,” but like, I’m gay, and so when I do my homework, by default, it’s gay. everything in my life is gay whether i want it to be or not. “not everything has to be gay” for some of us it does!! and a lot of us dont want everything to be gay either! you think i wanted to be gay when i went to a conservative christian school for 9 years? You think i wanted to be gay when my grandma asked me every year if i had a boyfriend? you think i wanted to be gay when my friend tried to set me up with a guy for prom? you think i wanted to be gay when my dad told me he thinks gay people asking for civil rights is obnoxious and wanting “special treatment”?

“not everything has to be gay” well for me it does regardless of whether it’s convenient or fun for me so my apologies for trying to make something that has made my life difficult fun and exciting and likable next time a straight couple holds hands i’ll shout out “not everything has to be straight!!!!!” in the movie theater and see how you like it

WARNING: Stalkerish behaviour, sexual harassment, physical fight

“Tony!” You yelled running down the stairs “Hide me!”

“What? Why?!” He looked up from his work station

“I’ll explain in a minute just hide me please!” You looked around the room for somewhere to hide

“What happened to your face?” He grabbed your face lightly

“I’ll tell you in a minute just hide me!” You kept looking

“Here” he got up and opened one of the suits “get in”

“Please don’t tell them where I am” you begged one last time

“Depends on why I’m hiding you” You slipped in and it closed around you, you were able to see out of the visor and into the room, you watched as Bucky and Steve came rushing down the stairs and talked to Tony, you couldn’t hear what anyone was saying but you watched anxiously as the three spoke, when Tony turned to look at you, you knew that your position was about to be given away, he walked over and opened up the helmet “So what happened at school?”

“Can you let me out of here?” You looked down at the suit

“Are you gonna run off?” He asked

“No”

“Don’t believe you, tell me and I’ll let you out” Tony pulled a chair over

“It was nothing, just a misunderstanding”

“ (Y/n) punching someone in the middle of lunch doesn’t-” Steve leaned against the work bench

“Ah” Tony held one finger up to shush Steve “(Y/n) what was misunderstood

“Consent” you grumbled

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked

“What I mean is I threw the first punch because he had his hand moving close to close to an area I didn’t want him in, when I said no he laughed and tried to kiss me”

“That’s not what the school said” Steve crossed his arms

“Of course they didn’t, he’s the star of the football team, they can’t have him messing up his perfect record with some chick who said no” you bit the inside of your cheek “now can I please go?”

“What happened after that?” Tony prodded for more information

“I threw a punch then he threw one back, then he threw me on the floor and I didn’t stop punching till he was pulled off me, you happy?”

“Not really” Steve crossed his arms “why didn’t you just walk away? Or tell a teacher, your actions weren’t appropriate”

“Why didn’t he just listen when I said no?” You eyes filled with tears, you struggled to blink them away again “I’m not saying it was the right response but honestly this shit had been going on for months and today he went to far and I wasn’t going to stand for it”

“(Y/n) what are you saying?” Buckys anger had faded into worry

“I’m saying that if I hadn’t done something he wouldn’t have stopped”

“Why didn’t you just tell him to stop?” Steves anger was still there

You glared at Steve “I did!” You yelled “I’ve spent months telling him no, ignoring his messages, his constant want to just ‘hang out’, having him stare at me from across the room, it was to much and then today he decided that he wasn’t getting what he wanted so he was going to take it from me”

“What did he want?” Steve

“He wanted sex, he didn’t care if I did or not because after his whole life of being told yes he didn’t understand when someone said no so when I tried to leave but he put his hands around me and forced me to stay, even when I pushed his hands away they still kept coming back, so you tell me what I should’ve done” you yelled

“Why didn’t you tell someone at school?” Bucky asked

“I tried to! No one at school listened because again he’s the perfect boy with the best grades and football running through his veins, no one wanted to listen about me complaining when I reported him, they just said ‘there’s nothing we can do’”

“Why wasn’t I told that you had complained about his actions already?” Steve looked confused and his anger started to fade away

“Because they want me to shoulder the blame, take whatever punishment they give out for me to take so that he can remain a super star without having complaints about him”

“You could’ve told us” Bucky anger had bubbled back up “I would’ve make sure that guy never even looked at you again”

“Why would I? You guys aren’t my guardians, you want to train me so you can use my powers to help”

“(Y/n)-” Steve tried to start

“No, no don’t you dare try and tell me I’m apart of the family, don’t do that to me, I’m here for how ever long it takes for me to complete my training then I’ll be out on missions until the day I’m not”

“(Y/n) why do you think you were bought to Stark towers?” Tony asked

“I don’t know” you rolled your eyes “wanted to keep a close eye on me so I don’t cause anymore trouble”

“Because we want you to be apart of our team, apart of avengers, working closely with us, we want you to be apart of the family, not just some asset we use up till you’re dried out but you’re not letting us in, we want to help you and be there for you and love you but we can’t”

“I told you what you wanted to know now let me out” you clenched your fist as he opened the suit “thank you” you stormed passed all three of them an up into your room, to closed the door and fell face first onto your injured face regretting it instantly feeling pain all over your body and letting out a small pained cry

“(Y/n)?” Tony knocked at your door

“Go away please” You laid on your side away from the door

“I just want to ask you what do you want to do about this kid? Report whatever his name is to the police?”

“Tony-” you heard Steve say

“No Steve this is seriously inappropriate behaviour for any environment let alone a school and if the schools not going to deal with it then I am”

You were taken aback “you actually believe me?”

“Are you lying?” Tony asked

“No” you turned to face the door "I prom-”

“Well then how would we go about reporting him? Through the school? Go straight to the police? Is there a bored?”

“Uh” you thought for a moment “maybe try setting up a meeting with the principal”

“I can do that” you heard tony dialling a number “Hello there Tony Stark here, would I be able to set up a meeting with Mr Fredrickson please, today if possible, alright thank you very much I’ll see you soon” he hung up the phone “got a meeting at two” Tony opened the door slightly “can I come in?”

You nodded your head and sat up, he came over the the bed holding a small pile I’ve stuff “I’ve got some stuff from the good doctor which should help with any bruising and some of those chips you like, both courtesy of Steve”

“Thank you Tony” leaned into give him a hug

“Anytime kiddo” Tony smiled and kissed the top of your head

What Are You Waiting For?

you and woojin are best friends. the catch? you’ve had a crush on him since forever, and you’re helping him ask another girl to prom.

  • ft. friend! kang daniel and older brother!jisung who eats cheese shirtless
  • high school
  • set in usa au? 

and after a million years, here is the woojin scenario. i ended up scrapping the 4k words of office!au that i had once i’d written in a medical emergency, because i’d literally hit rock bottom, so i started over completely.

Originally posted by woojinnies

“(Y/N), please help me,” Woojin whined, sending you finger hearts. “Please? Please? Please? Please?”

You rolled your eyes and flicked Woojin’s forehead. “Fine, I’ll help you ask Sohee out. But you’re buying me ice cream in return, got it?”

Woojin leapt up from the couch where you two had been sitting, doing a little dance in celebration. He’d been crushing on Kim Sohee, a girl from his Chemistry class, for a while, and kept asking you if you would help him ask her out. Little did Woojin know, you actually had a huge crush on him.

“So, can we get started?” Woojin asked you hopefully. You sighed, giving him a glare. “Pleaaaase?”

“Fine.” You straightened up to get a good look at him. “I guess step one would be to actually start talking to her.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed in exasperation, “No girl is going to actually fall for a complete stranger. You need to talk to her! Get to know her! You’re an interesting guy, so let her know about what you’re into.”

Woojin nodded. “Got it. Get to know her, tell her about my own interests. I got this.”

+

“(Y/N), I fucked up.”

You glanced over to where Woojin laid, sprawled out on the grass of the football field. You opted for sitting in the bleachers, not wanting to get your jeans dirty.

“What happened?” You asked, throwing a chip at your best friend, “it couldn’t have gone that bad.”

“yeah, it did,” Woojin groaned, rolling over onto his stomach so that he could look up at you. He took a bite of his sandwich before continuing. “So I asked her about her hobbies and she told me about cheerleading, right? So I was all like oh, I dance, and dancing is pretty similar to cheerleading. But then she’s like, uh, no it’s not, cheerleading is way harder, and since I was talking to her I wasn’t paying attention to my Bunsen burner, and my sleeve caught on fire.” You gaped at him, amazed that he could actually be such a train wreck. “Look, my sweater is ruined!” He cried in anguish, lifting up the singed part of his sweater.

“Dancing is way harder than cheerleading, though!” You protested angrily, not really caring about Woojin’s sweaters. You’d been to every single one of his competitions, and you knew how physically and emotionally trying it was. “I mean, yeah competitive cheerleading is harder, but the kind of cheerleading she does? No way!”

“I need more advice, (Y/N),” Woojin sighed, brushing grass of his pants, “I really want to ask her to prom, but at this rate, there’s no way I’ll be able to.”

Why can’t you ask me to prom? I’m right here!

“Okay, um,” You frowned, trying to think of how Woojin would be able to overcome his nerdiness. “Yeah, I got nothing. I can try googling it?”

“Yeah, do that!” Woojin perked up, getting up to sit on the bleachers next to you.

“Oh, here’s the WikiHow,” you grinned, tapping on the link, “the surefire way to get a girl to like you. Number one, Walk Slower. No, that’s stupid, don’t do that.”

“What? No, that might work,” Woojin grabbed your phone from you to read the explanation, “I’ll try it.”

Apparently, at school, walking slower just frustrated people, and Woojin ended up getting shoved due to how slowly he was walking.

“Told you that wouldn’t work,” you laughed as Woojin launched himself onto the football field.

“That was such a stupid piece of advice!” Woojin groaned, “I hope the next tip is better.” You grabbed your phone and cleared your throat dramatically.

“Talk yourself up,” You read, “Talk about your skills or talents, but not in a way that makes you seem cocky.” Woojin glared at you.

“Isn’t that what got me into this situation in the first place?” he complained.

“Hey, you’ll never know unless you try, right?”

Woojin, apparently, never should have tried.

“She fucking roasted me!” Woojin groaned, banging his head against the back of your couch. The two of you were sitting in the living room of your house. While Woojin was being angsty and mopey, you enjoyed a nice ice cream sandwich. “She kept talking about how anyone can dance and how it’s not special!”

But I know that you’re special!

“Ey, you know that’s not true,” you nudged Woojin, “you’re super talented when it comes to dance! How many trophies do you have to prove it?”

Woojin mumbled something.

“Hmm? What was that? How many?”

“…twelve.” Woojin rolled his eyes, embarrassed.

“Exactly,” you clapped him on the shoulder. “I’m beginning to wonder if this girl is really worth it?” She wasn’t, you knew, but you didn’t want to burst Woojin’s bubble.

“What’s this you’re talking about?” Jisung, your older brother, butted in. He stood in the door to the living room, wearing only shorts, eating a piece of cheese. “A girl?”

“Hyung, help me!” Woojin explained his situation to Jisung, who shrugged.

“Dude, just ask her to prom,” Jisung rolled his eyes, heading back to his room, “the worst she can say is no.”

And surprisingly enough, Sohee didn’t say no. Woojin asked her right after chemistry class, and now he wouldn’t stop talking about it during lunch. Today, you two had decided to sit with your other friends.

“We get it, she said yes,” Park Jihoon rolled his eyes, “it’s just prom, not a wedding.”

“Oh?” Jeon Somi looked over at you, “(Y/N), are you the only one of us without a date to prom?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you all,” you shrugged, looking down at your plate of food. “Kang Daniel asked me. I told him I’d think about it, but I’ll probably say yes.” Daniel had asked you as a friend, since it was his senior prom and he didn’t want to go alone. You two were good friends, so you figured you’d have fun even if it wasn’t Woojin.

“Ey, really?” Yoojung exclaimed, hitting you on the back, “that’s a real catch! Daniel’s so handsome!”

Woojin looked over at you with a slightly hurt expression. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?”’ His smile faded from his face.

“Oh, you were so happy about Sohee, I didn’t want to take away from that,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“Wah, Kang Daniel!” Somi hummed appreciatively, “that is one fine specimen of a man.” As everyone laughed and nodded in agreement, you couldn’t help but notice how upset Woojin looked.

+

“Here’s your corsage,” you said, standing on your tiptoes to pin the bundle of flowers to Daniel’s suit jacket. He’d already given you a boutonniere, a creamy beige rose to compliment your flowing burgundy dress and his burgundy tie.

You two had decided to meet close to the venue so that you could arrive together, forgoing the usual pictures that you knew your parents would take.

“You look nice,” Daniel complimented you, letting you take his arm. You were several inches taller, thanks to the black stilettos that you’d dug out of the back of your closet. The two of you set off towards the venue of the dance. The night air was just settling in, and you spotted other couples who had the same idea as you.

“You know, I was a bit surprised that you didn’t go with Woojin,” Daniel commented as you waited at a crosswalk.

“Yeah, I was too,” you replied bitterly, “but it’s fine. He’s grown, he can make his own decicions for himself.”

“Ey, am I sensing saltiness there?” Daniel nudged your side with a grin. “You like him?”

You sighed, blowing some of the curled strands of hair out of your face, “is it that obvious?”

“No, it’s just that you guys are practically dating anyways,” Daniel responded, “I’m pretty sure that half the school thinks that you’re a thing. I mean, you guys bring each other coffee when you have tests, how much more boyfriend-y can you get?”

“Clearly not enough,” you muttered, still salty about how Woojin kept overlooking you in favor of Sohee.

“Hey, why don’t you try something tonight?” Daniel mentioned, right before you two got to the venue. “Why don’t I help you make him jealous, as a thank you for being my date even though I’m sure you would rather be at home in your sweats.”

You looked up at Daniel, contemplating what the outcome might be. You would you rather risk it and possibly get Woojin to see that you actually liked him? Or continue down the path that you’d been so far, of friendship and invisible heartbreak.

“Let’s do it.”

The two of you entered the venue, and you had to lift up your dress slightly so that you could walk. The dance was already in full swing, and the beat of the song hit you in the chest, the volume was so loud. Everyone was dancing and having a good time, except for the few stragglers who sat in the chairs surrounding the dance floor.

“Food?” Daniel asked in your ear, “I don’t see him.”

“Sure,” you responded, nodding. Once you’d collected food, you went to go sit down with Daniel’s friends, who you knew slightly. Luckily the food was good, and you munched through a slice of cake, some cookies, cut fruit, cheese, crackers, and a cake pop. Midway through your second slice of cake, Daniel nudged you.

“Woojin is here,” he yelled above the loud music, “wanna dance?”

You nodded, letting him help you up from your chair. Don’t Tell Em was playing, layered over heavy beats, and you joined Daniel in moving to the music.

“He saw you~” Daniel snickered, yelling into your ear, “and he doesn’t look too pleased.” As you moved side to side, you glanced quickly at Woojin and felt your heart skip a beat. His red hair was styled and he wore a crisp black tuxedo.

He looked up and made eye contact with you, only for Daniel to spin you away. The older boy snickered again, “ah, he’s so pissed! You’re doing great~”

+

You sighed, chewing on some grapes as you watched your peers dance. The dance was almost over, and you’d told Daniel to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends. You’d opted to grab a plate full of food and sit at one of the tables, enjoying their good food.

The floor slowly rearranged as a slow song started playing (cue nayaya piano vers. lololol). On the other side of the room, you could see Daniel messing around with Ong Seungwoo, pretending to slow dance with him.

“Hey.”

You jolted, looking up to see Woojin standing there.

“Hey,” you said back, smiling at him.

“Wanna dance?” Woojin asked you, holding out a hand. You placed your own hand in his, standing up. He carefully led you out to the dance floor, placing his hands on your waist. In turn, you rested your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you around the dance floor.

“What happened to Sohee?” You asked, eyes scanning his face. His mouth twisted slightly and he shrugged.

“I realized that some people matter more to you than others,” he replied, drawing you closer. “In fact, I’ve realized a lot tonight.”

“Yeah?” You met his gaze, your heart speeding up as usual.

“Yeah,” he responded with his cute little smile, “I realized that you’re super special to me. I realized that I don’t like Daniel taking you to dances, or seeing you so beautiful like this. I realized that I was an idiot trying to chase Sohee when you were always there next to me, supporting me and my passions no matter what.”

“Yeah, you are an idiot,” you laughed, resting your head against his chest.

“I know,” Woojin sighed, “but I like you, and I would be really grateful if you’d date this idiot.”

“Yes, dumbass, I’ll date you,” you groaned, pulling away from his chest to roll your eyes at your idiot of a best friend—boyfriend?

“Wow, only three seconds of dating and you’re already being rude,” Woojin clicked his tongue.

“Ey, if anyone’s allowed to be rude, it’s me,” you responded, flicking him on the forehead.

“Ow, (Y/N), that hurt!”

“Ah, sorry oppa, here,” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed where you’d flicked him, sending him a wink. Woojin turned bright red and buried his face into your shoulder.

“Yah, Park Woojin, are you smelling me?”

“What? You smell good!”

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warnings: spoilers for homecoming

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min yoongi probably.....
  • *over text*
  • Jimin: hyung go out with me
  • Yoongi: no i don't feel like leaving my house
  • Jimin: hyung please let's get lunch or something
  • Yoongi: i have a dog that loves me more than you do i can't abandon him like that
  • Jimin: how dare you look down upon my love what has your dog done for you that i haven't
  • Yoongi: he doesn't talk
A Chance

Prompt: “Just give me a chance!” He called after you, eyes desperate and body tense. You shook your head, “why should I?” It seemed simple, but it was the question that would decided everything. “Because. I’ll prove to you i’m not all that bad.”

A/N: So I wasn’t gonna upload anything again, but I thought I should and I just finished 13 Reasons Why. Though I won’t be writing for it since i don’t really want to normalize it or romanticize it because it means a lot to me, I did really like Zach. Who Ross Butler plays and I re-watched Riverdale and kind of fell in love with Reggie, so i’d thought I’d finally make a imagine about him! I hope you enjoy! 

Requests are back open!

Pairing: Reader x Reggie

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by kulo-ren

(yes, i know the gif is from 13 Reasons Why, but he’s shown more in that show.)

“Just give me a chance!” Stoping, you ran your hand through your hair, sighing. This was the fifth time that week that he’d asked you out and the fifth time you’d refused. 

Turning, you let your eyes run over his form. Reggie Mantle. Captain of the football team, well-rounded popular guy, known for his jockiness and of course a player. You don’t know what you did to gain his interest, you were nothing special. You were invisible to everyone else, and previously for him, except for Jughead who was your only friend.

But recently for some reason it seemed you’d caught the eye of the jock and he was to take you out on a “date”. You reclined immediately, after everything he’d done to Jughead (and sometimes you, indirectly) and then the stories you’d heard of him, you were hesitant. Reasonably so, you thought, and plus Juggie would kill you if he found out.

“Why?” You asked, staring at him expectantly. He looked off, as if to think of a reason, but you cut him to it; “so you can tell all your friends about how good I was? Or maybe… be added to your playbook?” You’d heard about it, and even though it’d been removed and destroyed, whose to stop them from making another?

His eyes widened; “no!” He shouted a little too loud, shaking his hands and taking a step toward you. You rolled your eyes, eyebrow raised as he finally walk close enough that you could smell his cologne. “Oh? Well then, why should I believe you?”

“Please, Y/N, you have to believe me.” He begged and you only shook your head.

“After everything, why should I?” 

He paused, trying to think of something before staring at you desperately. “One chance.”

“What?”

“One date. One chance to prove to you I mean this.” He held up one finger, staring at you. Looking around the empty halls and holding the straps of your backpack tightly, you bit your lip… “Fine. One chance, that’s it.” You couldn’t help but let a small smile slip as he suddenly cheered, jumping up in excitement and pumping his fist to the sky.

“Pops?” He asked immediately, you nodded; “meet me at six. Sharp.” He nodded and with a shake and a laugh, you walked off, exiting the school.


Surprisingly, you were nervous. Your heart pumped against your chest and you leg unwillingly bounced up and down. You weren’t sure if it was because you were nervous this was all a joke… or… 

Looking at your watch, it read six fifty fifty. Looking back you looked at the door of the diner, biting at your lips. No one entered and you were left staring at nothing for two minutes until sighing and looking at your phone. This was stupid, you told yourself, to believe this was anything more than just a play.

You didn’t know why you were getting so nervous.

Suddenly the bell ringed, and your back straightened, turning you saw Reggie run in, his hair unkept and a nice shirt on. Different from the regular varsity jacket he always had on. You couldn’t help but smile brightly as he quickly caught sight of you and ran over, sitting in front of you. You smiled nervously as he grinned openly at you.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized; “I got here as fast as I could.”

Confused evident in your gaze, you took a quick glance at your watch to see it said seven. Giggling, you looked back up at him. “you’re actually on time.” It was sweet to see him so nervous when he had nothing to be nervous about.

Pop’s himself came around and you ordered a strawberry smoothie and him a coke. You guys talked about all and anything, and honestly, you were surprised at how much you two got along. And how sweet he was. He seemed genuine and you felt gitty inside as you laughed at everything and anything he said.

Looking at the watch you saw it read ten and with shock, you shook your head. “I should be getting home. School tomorrow.” You explained and moved to stand up, you turned to your bag reaching for money but heard Reggie shuffle and turning you saw money laid out on top of the table, enough for the both of you.

“Oh, Reggie-”

“It’s a date right? My treat.” He smiled at you, and you found yourself mesmerized. Who knew playboy Reggie could make you feel this way. 

“Thank you.”

He grinned, and stepping next to you he offered yo his arm, making you giggle. “Shall we go?”

“We shall.”


The next morning, you walked into school with a skip in your step. Unbelievably giddy. Though when you walked through the doors that morning and saw the instant interest in you, you faltered. What if… Everyones eyes pierced you and you felt your heart break, so…

No one ever payed this much attention to you… so there’d only be one explanation. Trying to blink by the tears, you tried to miss the way guys stared at you lustfully and girls glared at you in disgust. You’d really thought. The tears came before you could stop them and you sprinted off, not wanting to be faced with this.

Though on your run to the bathroom, you bumped into someone. With shock you looked up only to see Reggie who had a concerned look on his face. You faltered, trying to run past him but he grabbed your upper arm, calling your name.

“What!” You snapped, red faced and teary eyed up at him as he leaned down concerned.

“What happened?” He immediately asked; “are you okay?”

“You tell me!” You yelled, gaining the attention of the crowds. “Didn’t you already tell everyone about how much of a slut i am!” you sobbed.

Reggie faltered himself, his grip loosening in shock; “no. Y/N, where’d you hear that?”

“No where, just everyones staring at me…”

“Please, you have to believe me. I prom-”

“Hey, Reg! I heard you were dating Y/N…” You heard a distant voice and looking up you saw Archie next to you, a grin slowly falling off his face as his hand fell on Reggie’s shoulder. He looked at you with concern as the silence became loud and clear.

“I- umm, yeah.” Reggie answered, staring back at you in concern.

“Well… I just wanted to say congratulations, Y/N’s amazing… and it’s not very often you’re serious.” Archie awkwardly commented, before running off. The hallways began to move again and you were left with Reggie but instead of crying, you’d stopped and were staring confused up at him.

“Serious?” You asked hesitantly.

Reggie shrugged, seemingly nervous. “Well yeah.”

“Oh… Oh, i’m so sorry!” You realized your mistake and with sudden confidence you leaned up and pressed a kiss against his lips. It was quick and short but he grabbed you around the waist, before you regrettable pulled away. He grinned back down at you, all previous concern gone.

“I told you. I mean this.”

Fate, Destiny, Whatever. (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 24,698

Warnings: Smut ‘n swears

Authors Note: Yo, I’m really proud of this fic y’all. I know it’s long but it would mean the world to me if you could just take some time out of your day to read it it. I would honestly mean so much. Feedback would also be greatly appreciated, let me know what you thought!! also shout out to @adolescenthowell FOR LITERALLY HAVING TO DEAL WITH ME COMPLAIN ABOUT CLOSURE FOR THE PAST LIKE 3 WEEKS TO NO AVAIL. WE QUOTED ALOT OF THOSE LATE NIGHT CONVOS. LOVE U.

Summary: Lin’s convinced you and him are soulmates, but you believe you’ve only found your way to him by a coincidence. Would you have found your way to him if you had met him in a different time all together? Was it fate? Was it destiny? Or was it whatever?

Requests: nothin but my own noggin

Tags: @hamilton-noodles

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Series Masterlist

Masterlist


“Honey!” Lin called from down the hall.

“What?” you yelled back, eyes not moving from your laptop.

“Come and look at these.” You heard your husband’s voice strain, and you cracked a smile before closing your laptop.

You walked down the hall to his office. You were fully expecting him to show you a new melody, or a rap; instead you were greeted with him sitting on his floor, an array of photo albums spread around him and loose polaroids and pictures scattered all around the floor.

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Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend C.H.

Anon requested; Can you please write a Calum imagine where you’re playing hard to get and Calum has been chasing you for years? And although the boys and your friends tell him to give up because you’re a bit cold hearted he doesn’t and you don’t realize that you love him back until after you both had sex(you were drunk) and he’s begging you to stay and to stop saying it was a mistake? Thank you so much Hope u like it babe

Trigger Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2.1k 

Feedback will be appreciated <3

Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine) 

“Hey, Y/N. Do you want to come over to my place to watch a movie or something?” Ashton asked me the second I picked up the phone.

“Of course. I’m gonna go and get ready. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

We hung up and I go directly to my closet to find something to wear. I decided that a grey sweater and a pair of ripped skinny jeans would do. With my hair in a messy ponytail, I grabbed my keys and went out of the door.

In less than ten minutes I was knocking on Ashton’s door, already hearing some screams coming from the boys inside. I silently laughed and waited for someone to open the door.

It wasn’t long until I was greeted by Calum.

“Sorry, the guys were shouting so much that we didn’t hear you.”

“Don’t worry, it has only been five minutes.” I placed my hand on his cheek, the way I always greeted him, and he looked down while his cheeks flushed.

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BTS Chat: A Promposal to Remember (Jimin, Y/N & Jungkook)
  • Y/N: I'm going to ask Jimin to prom.
  • Jungkook: Why would you want to go to prom with Jimin?
  • Y/N: Why wouldn't I? He's CHIM. Cute, Hot, Irresistible and Masculine.
  • Jungkook: No, he's CHIM, Crazy Hyper Insane Man. Also, Y/N I thought you knew that I, you know?
  • Y/N: ...you what?
  • Jungkook: Umm, well, that I like--
  • Jimin leans on the doorway, running his CHIM hands through his hair.
  • Jimin: Hey Y/N...
  • Y/N: Jimin! Oh my God, how long have you been standing there.
  • Jimin: Well I heard you're going to ask me to prom, if that's what you're asking.
  • He strides over to Y/N and gets down on one knee.
  • Jimin: So before you do that, it's about time I prompose....
  • Jimin is so CHIM, pulling out a red rose from literally nowhere, but who cares, this is romantic AF. But not for Jungkook;
  • Jungkook's Brain: NOOOOOOO!!
  • Jungkook: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
  • Y/N and Jimin are startled, they look at Jungkook inquisitively.
  • Jimin: -- To Jungkook. Kookie, do me the honor of going to prom with me?
  • Jimin hands the rose to Jungkook who grabs it and wraps his arms around Jimin.
  • Jungkook: Of course Jiminie, I was so scared you were going to ask Y/N!
  • Jimin: Never.
  • Jungkook and Jimin laugh together, embracing while Y/N quietly slips out of the room.
  • Y/N: Did, not see that coming.
  • A/N: I did.
A little rant-y thing about shipping irl people

Okay, so a little bit of backstory:

There’s this guy I go to dance with that I’ve liked for an embarrassingly long time (like, 5 years). About a year of liking him in secret, I told my dance friends how I felt about him, and they went NUTS. So for the last 4 years, whenever I talked or even looked at him, they’d start raving on about how cute we’d be together, or how much they wanted us to date, (we still aren’t), or how we were totally getting married, and I was irritated that I couldn’t interact with him without having everyone freak out, but I didn’t say anything.

About a month ago, I decided to ask him to junior prom (because I still like him), and he ended up saying yes. When the dance girls found out, holy shit it was like I confessed my undying love to him and asked him to marry me.

They’ve been bugging us when we’re trying to make prom arrangements or even just trying to have a basic conversation and it is the literal worst. Like, I don’t even know if he LIKES me, stop acting like we’re openly dating when we stand next to each other.

I guess what I’m trying to say here is don’t ship irl people. If you’re gonna be a little shit and do it anyway, for fucks sake, don’t push the people you ship to fall in love or get all pissy when they don’t. You can’t force romance to happen. In fact, if you force it too much, they’re gonna end up hating each other and you’re gonna end up destroying a potential relationship just because you just fucking HAD to make them get together.

PLEASE DONT SHIP IRL PEOPLE.

-a irl person that has been shipped with another irl person for 4 years

(I probably messed up how I wanted to say this but I think I got my point across.)

dating yuta!!

yALL READY FOR THIS

also thank you @that-little-asian for helping me w trying to find ideas

and @jaeminnana for trying to help w my master list (even tho it still doesn’t work rip) 

3/? for the nct dating series

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- oK ofc i always gotta start off on how y'all start dating

- aight so you and yuta are on this co ed rep soccer team (also knows as the best)

- and y'all r both the best on the team

- so u guys are always competing for the #1 spot

- its pretty serious lmao

- “iM BETTER”

- “NO U AINT IM BETTER”

- “BUT YOURE SHORT”

- “what the fuck does that have to do wi- you know what? never mind” - you

- YOU GUYS EVEN COMPETE ON WHO CAN SHOW UP AT PRACTICE FIRST

- secretly though, yuta has the biggest crush on you 

- same w you

- y'all r good at hiding your feelings tho

- yuta didn’t really interact with you outside of soccer he wanted to tho

- you guys have 0 classes together 

- bUT ITS FINE CAUSE SOCCER TAKES UP LIKE EVERYDAY OF THE WEEK BEFORE SCHOOL AND AFTER

- anyway back onto the story

- so yuta goes to his friends (the other guys on the team) and you go to your friends (the girls on the team)

- “gUYS I LIKE YUTA”

- “gUYS I LIKE Y/N”

- “WE KNEW IT” - everyone

- so they devise a plan to get you guys together (without y'all knowing cause ur blinded by love)

- so during the next practice, jaehyun “accidentally” bodychecks yuta who falls onto of you

- his arms are on either side of your head and his legs are in between yours

- BOTH OF YOUR FACES ARE SO RED

- your heart bbbeats

- “,,,,,you can uh-like- get up now” - you

- “SHIT SORRY”

-  both of ur faces r so red

- he just awkwardly helps you up and you guys have moment

- like y'all r staring into each others eyes

- what u didn’t know though is that the rest of the team filmed it

- even the coach was in on it cause everyone ships u two

- time skip

- after that moment, y'all stopped bickering

- now its shAMELSS FLIRTING

- “hey bbygirl ;)” - nakamoto yuta

- ITS EVEN WORSE THAN UR FIGHTS

- YALL ARENT EVEN DATING STILL

- but that changed on one very special day

- aka the day he asked you to prom

- aka the best day of your life

- HE MISSED A SOCCER PRACTICE TO DECORATE YOUR LOCKER

- with like hearts n memes

- and when u opened it, it says “go to prom w me loser”

- YOU ALMOST CRIED

- THEN YOU TUrnED AROUND AND YUTA HAD FLOWERS AnD IS CHEEKILY SMILING AT YIU DSHDSKSHBC HOW COULD YOU NOT ACCEPT

- ok so now y'all r technically dating

- and when he goes to your house to pick u up he had to do a double take

-you!!were!!gorg!!

- you almost fell down the stairs lmaoaoao

- cause he was so handsome (not like he isn’t everyday though)

- he gives like the best kisses

- THE BEST KISSES

- not to rough, but not too slow ya feel

- and he is so caring for you

- like he always asks in between periods how you’re feeling and ugh goals

- once a guy from another school tried to hit on u during a tournament

- yUTA LoST IT

- “hey you. this girl is my girl friend so if you bippity back the fuck off that’d be great” 

- that was just quick sample

- all the girls love him and can’t get over the fact that he’s taken

- the always hug him and cling onto him and he’s like 

- “ewwwww’

- cause the only one doing that should be you

- he accidentally tripped u during practice one day

- “omg baby r u ok?!’

- “do you want me to carry you babe?

- sO NICEE

- yo but he is so cocky and shit sometimes

- like he doesnt even try to tone down his flirting w u

- “those shorts look good, but they’d look even better in the storage room floor ;)))” - yuta

- u aint gonna disagree w that

- cause sexy time with yuta is the best time

- its either super rough n hot or sweet n caring there is no in between

- you’re not complaining though

- y'all r still competitive w soccer though

- “bAbe get out of my way”

- “nah babe i got this”

- “gET OUT OF THE WAY”

- “BUT IM BETTER THAN YOU”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” - everyone

- its the hard knock life for u guys

- his lock screen is a photo of you after a soccer game with the first place medal

- you just looked so good

- you had like a loose ponytail, a flushed face, and a smile so big it would rival his “healing smile”

- yours is the same (him with the first place medal, a flushed face, big smile) cause y'all r like that

- this girl once tried to steal him away from you

- HAHAHAH SHE’S DUMB

- he literally told her “stop trying to be hot, you’re not y/n’

- she cried and ran away

- lol 00ps

- YUTA LOVES HOLDING YOUR HAND

- “yours first perfectly with mine”- him

- “bitch no ur hands r sweaty” - you

- you guys are both so petty,,,,,,people wonder how u can stand eachother

- LMAO HE LOVES YOU THOUGH

- when!he!first!said!i!ove!you!

- cutest thing ever

- it was your 500 day anniversary 

- and he came to practice w a bunch of flowers and gave u the biggest hug

- he spun u around and was like

- “god i love you so much”

- you almost peed ur pants

- the coach almost peed their pants

- the team almost peed their pants

- the school almost peed their pants

- ANYWAY

- your first date was a mess though lol

- he set up this picnic and EVERYTHING IT WAS SO SWEET

- bUT NOPE

- HE TRIPPED OVER HIS OWN FEET AND DROPPED THE BASKET CONTAINING ALL THE FOOD

- then it rolled down a hill and was never to be seen again

- “jfc yuta”- everyone including himself

- bUT YALL WENT OUT FOR SUSHI AND IT WAS A GR9 EXPERIENCE 

- in conclusion

- yuta is a babe and everyone should love him

- he deserves everything and all the love in the world

- osaka prince <3

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THANK YOU GUYS FOR READING! I APPRECIATE IT SM :)

by the way i know my master list is rly messed up, I’ve been trying to fix it for like 2 hours but its not working :( 

ALSO I MAY MAKE A FANFIC BASED ON THIS PLOT!!! STAY TUNED :)))

- emma

anonymous asked:

Prompto with a really insecure fem!S/o? Like they really don't like how they look and are always asking him if he really loves her and thinking what does he see in her?

A small drabble for rubyreddemise because she had a nightmare and asked for a little Prompto fluff. It’s a little bit of hurt/comfort, but Prompto is just too sweet and wHY CAN’T WE HAVE TEN

“Do you really love me?”

The words completely broke his heart. Prompto gaped at you, unable to come up with a reply to what you were saying. His tongue felt dry, and he couldn’t seem to locate his voice.

You glanced at him from your spot on his couch, silent tears blurring your vision. “I just don’t know what you see in me, Prom. I’m not beautiful. I’m not a super model. I’m not…I’m not anything.”

Prompto violently shook his head and grasped your hands. Your eyes met his and you saw a whole mess of emotions—anger, hurt, disbelief—welling up inside.

“How could you say that?” he asked, a little louder than he intended. When you shrank back, he bit his lip. Quieter this time, he said, “You are the most incredible person I have ever known. When I met you, do you know the first thing I thought?”

You shook your head.

“I thought that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever laid my eyes on. I figured you were out of my league. And then when I spoke to you for the first time, I knew I was right,” he chuckled distantly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Of course I love you. I’ve always loved you. How could I not?”

You laughed too, but it was derisive. You shook your head, bringing your knees to hug against your chest. “I’m just being stupid.”

“No,” he stated. “You’re not. Look, babe, I know what it’s like to not be happy with how you look.” He hesitated a moment, and then seemed to decide something in his mind. “Wait here.”

Prompto got up and went into his room. You heard him shuffling around, unsure of what was going on. He returned with a handful of photographs, most of them looked to be about five or six years old.

“Look,” he handed them to you with shaking fingers. You took them curiously, and examined them. They were all of him—but a younger Prompto, shorter and much chubbier, looking into a mirror with a camera flashing in the reflection. You flipped through them and saw as he progressively got thinner and thinner, until you saw a thinner, teenage version of the man who was sitting in front of you.

You looked back up at him, at a loss for words.

“I hated myself,” he said quietly. “Thought I wasn’t good enough to be Noct’s friend because of my weight. So I starved myself, made myself run every day just so that when I finally felt like I was ready, I could go talk to him. The thing is,” Prompto took the photos back, looking at the chubby, younger version of himself. “I don’t think Noct cared either way.”

“Prompto…”

“What I’m saying is,” he sighed, putting the photos down and taking your hands in his. “I love you for who you are. All your imperfections. All the things that make you, you. Look,” He lifted his shirt, showing the streak lines on his belly from where he’d lost the most weight. “I even have stretch marks too.”

He poked at his belly with a goofy little grin and you couldn’t help but laugh. You quieted down though, giving his hands a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Prom,” you said. “I just can’t help it sometimes, you know? You’re just…I just see you as this perfect guy, always so happy and so thoughtful, and I don’t know if I can ever measure up to you.”

“That’s the first time anyone’s ever said that about me,” he joked before settling on a more serious tone. “But I just want you to know that I’m not perfect, either. But if you love me the way that I love you, whatever imperfections I have don’t bother you. Just like how your imperfections are part of why I love you so much. You’re human. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You let a tear roll down your cheek, and Prompto was quick to wipe it away.

“You’re allowed to feel sad and insecure. Hell, I feel that way all the time. Have you seen Gladio’s arms?”

You couldn’t help but laugh again. He grinned.

“I don’t want you to be perfect,” he murmured as he pulled you into his arms. “I just want you. All of you, all the time.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, and saw how he looked down at you. His eyes were so warm, so devoted. You leaned up and kissed him, feeling all of his love pour into you. He pulled you into his lap and held you close, your lips never parting from his. When you finally came up for air, you tucked your head under his chin and he rocked you against his chest.

“Be patient with me,” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, your breath still a little uneven from crying earlier. “Please?”

Prompto kissed the top of your head, gently running his hands up and down your back. “Babe, you and I have got all the time in the world.”

Saphael Fanfic Rec!

Here are the works I’ve been saving throughout last year since the show first aired and up until this point. Amazing works that show this wonderful pairing and each characterization. All the love to the authors! 

As usual, I couldn’t find some authors’ user names. So, if someone knows the user and tag them, that would be very appreciated

87. Careful is my middle name by tveckling

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Raphael’s voice came from behind him. Simon hoped his twitching hadn’t been too noticeable and turned around with a bright smile that he hoped wasn’t too fake. “Just going out.”

A Holiday Encounter by @demiromanticmickey

Admittedly, Simon volunteered to help Raphael to try to talk to him, get to know him better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t working out so well. It turned out that managing a food drive was a lot harder than Simon had anticipated. And whenever he did try to engage Raphael, he was met with short one word responses before ordering Simon with another task.

A Word Between Two Friends by ofEmeraldStars

“You love him.” It wasn’t a question and Magnus’ voice almost sounded awed by what he said, what he realized, when he looked at his friend at his side whose head snapped to look at him, no longer watching his fledgling.

Answer me (please) by all_their_intricacies

To Simon <3 (3:02 AM): i love you  

To Simon <3 (3:03 AM): so fucking much

Appreciation of art by @fangtasticsaphael

He managed to sit on the bench for at least ten minutes before his phone was in his hand and he started browsing Twitter for anything entertaining before updating his account with a Clary abandoned me in the art museum once again message with a sad emoji before he decided to take a silly selfie for Instagram to kill some more time. Just when he took the photo and the camera sound went off - of course, he forgot to mute his damn phone when he went into the museum, fuck - a shadow fell on his form.

Baby, I’m not made of stone by izzyasavestheday (stilessexual)

“Did I ever tell you that we feel everything? The clan, I mean. If I focus enough, I can tell you who’s sad and who’s angry and who hasn’t been sleeping properly. I can tell you who’s been having nightmares. There are no secrets here.”

(Fix-it fic)

Baby’s First Steps by Luuna (you_know_them_trees)

Simon wasn’t flustered, he really wasn’t. And Raphael checking up on him all the time wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like he had a crush or something.

It might have been true… if only Raphael stopped calling him baby.

Before I ever met you by izzyasavestheday (stilessexual)

“You know that moment,” he said “when you wake up and turn over to put your arms around someone –someone you love, someone who means everything to you.”
Magnus’ expressive eyes were soft, soft, soft. “Oh, Simon.”
“I feel so alone,” Simon whispered. “Not in the post-Clary sort of way, either. In the way that I’m supposed to wake up to someone and they’re not there.”
“I’m missing something,” Simon went on, voice cracking. “I’m missing someone but no matter how hard I try I just can’t fucking remember.”

Bitter Sweet by @abluelightinthedark 

“I… I’m sorry. You just looked like the typ of person who drinks their coffee black.“ Simon stutters and rubs his neck, trying to hide the shaking of his hands. “What do you want then?“

The guy actually smirks at him and lets his eyes wander over Simon for a moment, before he answers.

“What I want from you would be really inappropriate to say out loud in here…“ he trails of for a moment, letting the words sink in and then smirks even wider when Simon flushes bright red in the matter of seconds.
“But for the coffee, I would like a caramel macchiato.“

Or

The one where everybody thinks that Simon has a sweet tooth and Raphael loves the bitter stuff, but it’s actually vise versa.

Bleed out in my veins by @eversall

How do you stop loving someone? How do you separate your world from theirs, when you’ve been on a collision course since you were six and sharing crayons, your smiles so intertwined that death doesn’t separate you? How do you say goodbye?
You don’t, Simon thinks dizzily, dropping to his knees in front of Raphael. You say hello to someone else.

Breathing Is A Side Effect Of Being Alive by booksandanime

When you’re alive, your heart beats, your breath catches and comes in gasps, you age and fall in love and die.

When you’re undead, your heart pantomimes beating, you gasp for air that isn’t needed, you never age, you fall in love, you stay together if you decide to.

This is a story of how Simon Lewis let go of normalcy and thoughts of being a monster in favor of falling in love with Raphael Santiago. (It’s not a bad trade, really.)

Brooklyn, brooklyn, take me in by psyches

Honestly, no matter which way you put it, telling anyone you live in a hotel is pretty fucking weird, and it’s not like Raphael has the excuse of a twin brother or a singer mother who works there or the wacky hijinks that ensue.

Or: a brief look at Raphael in a world where Shadowhunters no longer need to exist.

Call me, maybe? by @fangtasticsaphael 

“You’re not planning on giving him a plain black shirt for a few hundred bucks, right?” Raphael asked when his best friend was about to enter one of the fancier clothing stores the mall had to offer and the other raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not planning on buying him a black shirt at all.”

“All he ever wears is black. The most colourful your boy gets is wearing grey,” he commented dryly and his lips curled into a smirk when Magnus huffed, unable to disagree because Alec really didn’t wear any other colours. If black and grey could even be considered a colour.

“Well, that’s why I brought you because you always wear clothes as dark as your soul and might actually be helpful in this case,” Magnus replied sweetly and glanced at the store before looking back at his shorter friend questioningly.

Candy Kisses by @abluelightinthedark

Three times Raphael doesn’t enjoy Simon’s kisses + the one time he craves more

Coffee & Spanish by ofEmeraldStars

Simon’s eyes land on his good looking guy at the table next to him and when he and his table partner start talking in Spanish Simon find this as the perfect opportunity to test out his Spanish knowledge.

Cookin’ up love by @moonlightmaia

“Simon! Dios mío, what the hell?”
Simon dropped the fire extinguisher, a sheepish look on his face. The stove behind him covered in smoke and fire extinguisher gas. “Uh, I was just, uh, trying to make dinner?”
Sure, Simon wasn’t a great cook, but he certainly wouldn’t consider himself a horrible cook, Raphael’s kitchen was just… very different from what Simon was used to using. Raphael was a professional and so was his kitchen.

Devotion’s desire. by @saphaeldaily

a character study of raphael santiago and how nothing goes the way he wants.

side of simon/raphael.

Disasters that lead to pretty boys (are worth it) by gayinsight

“My friend is out of town and I’m supposed to be taking care of her pet fish but it died and you work at the pet store help me find one that looks the same so she won’t notice!”

Don’t just leave it all up to chance by @accordingtomel

“Shut up, Jace,” Izzy commands, glaring at him before turning her attention back to Simon. “Okay, so you know how Clary and I are in charge of the Senior Prom Fundraiser?”

“Oh yeah, sure?”

“And you know how we told you we had everything totally covered?” Clary adds.

Simon glances over at Jace in confusion, but Jace just shrugs.

“Well, we kind of need some help now,” Izzy says.

“What kind of help?” Simon asks slowly.

Magnus snorts like he can’t help himself, which means that he must know what’s going on too.

Silence falls over the table for a moment too long before Clary finally comes out with it. “We need you to take a shift at the kissing booth.”

***

Simon gets roped into working at a kissing booth. The consequences, however, are much better than he could’ve ever expected.

Fight Me On That by @themadtilde

“Well, someone must tell you the straight fact that Gandfalf beats that old wimp Dumbledore so hard that Dumbledore wouldn’t even have a chance if they were to duel.”

Simon’s anger, that slowly had stopped boiling, quickly flamed up again.

“Oh yeah?” he hissed heatedly, slamming his cup down on the table and standing up to be eye-to-eye with Raphael. “Well, fight me on that!”

And then, before Simon could really comprehend what he just had said, he was lying on the floor with Raphael hovering over him, and he felt a throbbing pain in his skull.

(inspired by the tumblr post one day im gonna say “fight me!” and someone’s just gonna fuckin deck me

Fire and Gasoline by @degrassi-fanatic

“Those two are like fire and gasoline.”

That’s what everyone said about them.Raphael Santiago was a fire and, Simon Lewis was the gasoline that only further fueled the other.
—-
“I’m in love with you.” he came out as barely a whisper.If Simon didn’t have vampire enhanced hearing, he might’ve not heard that.

Forever isn’t too long, when i’m right where i belong by moriartyscupoftea

Raphael sat on the living room chair, the cup of tea Magnus had practically forced on him balanced on his knee, while Magnus himself was slouched on the sofa, laughing. “You,” he wheezed in between hysterical fits of giggles, “are going to propose? ToSimon?” Raphael pursed his lips, praying for strength from anyone.

Gazing into your eyes, I know I’m home by ofEmeraldStars

Simon didn’t expect for Raphael to corner him in the abandoned building, but yet there he was pinning him on the spot with his intense gaze.

How to make your local clan leader blush by scalira

Simon realizes vampires are capable of blushing after he sees Raphael getting flustered, and after that it becomes his mission to get Raphael to blush again.

I dont understand Quidditch (or Love) by @slytherinsimon

Simon Lewis is a Hufflepuff that seriously needs to pay more attention around him. Especially the part where he thinks that his best friend, Hufflepuff seeker Clary Fairchild is secretly dating his Slytherin chaser crush, Raphael Santiago.

I Hope So Too by @bathildahotshot

Simon’s not in love with Raphael.

I know what you are (say it) bisexual by thankyouforexisting

Simon tells himself,

It’s not gay, it’s not gay, I’m totally not checking him out, he just had that stain on his right trouser leg….

Raphael is, apparently, a rich as fuck vampire, because the suit shop they go in is fancy as hell. They park in the basement, because, uh, sunlight, and even though dusk has fallen it’s better to be safe than sorry (sorry meaning dead). Raphael keeps smirking, which does nothing to help Simon’s inner mantra that consists of

I’m straight, I’m straight holy fuck is he licking his lip- I’m straight..

“This,” the vampire announces as they walk into the shop, smiling faintly, looking, almost for the first time since Simon’s met him, as if he’s relaxed, “is the greatest place in the world, Simon Lewis.”

He looks at him then, grinning, eyes dark, shining, looking more polished than ever but somehow oddly vulnerable, and Simon’s breath hitches, his insides turning to goo.

His mantra becomes

Let me not jump him, or, at least, not in public..

I Watch It All From A Far (heaven help me) by @geckette

Clary took a sip from her coffee before putting it back down, her face slipping from confused to serious. “Simon. Are you serious? You didn’t know?”

Simon sputtered, his fancy pastry that cost him a pretty penny of 5.78$ flying everywhere from his mouth. Of course, the one time he decides to spend money it gets wasted. “Clary. Oh my god. Clary, I’m dating Raphael.“

Based Off This Prompt:
Saphael, College roommates AU who find that they have been totally boyfriends for months and hadn´t even realized. Brownie points for cuddling!

If i ever had your number, i think i would use it by @eversall

“Er.” Simon says, but that seems to be enough.
“Simon?” Raphael asks.
“The one and only.” He says weakly, making jazz hands even though he knows Raphael can’t see them. “Heyyy, Raphael.”
“You – why is your number in the Pandemonium bathroom?”
.
It starts because Jace and Simon get drunk together one night without Clary, and since Clary serves as about eighty-five percent of their impulse control they’re hammered within two hours and ready to implement all of their Very Bad Ideas, the ones that are horrifying enough to make Alec grind his teeth and potentially slap them upside the head.

If you wanna find love then you know where the city is by @eversall

Simon comes back to them immediately. He’s pounding on the door the next night, and Raphael stiffens as he smells the scent of the fledgling.
“I’ll go get him.” Lily says, and runs off, her face harsh with anger. She appears a second later, hauling the boy by his collar. His face is ashen with fear – Simon is no good at hiding his feelings. What was it he’s said before? He was born afraid? And his eyes are dark and beautiful, just like always, and Raphael wants to shake him until he understands what heartbreak feels like.
.
Of course Simon comes back, and of course Raphael is still unbearably in love with him.

In all that’s left of you and me by igniteyourbones

how the saphael reunion really went down.

“You look awful.”

“Thank you, Raphael, really. This is truly the touching reunion I had imagined for us,” Simon says, ignoring the fact that he’d imagined several possibilities but all of them had ended in Raphael ripping him to pieces.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time by heartsdesire456

Simon ends up in the ER after a drunken dare and meets the potential love of his life.

It’s a small crime and I’ve got no excuse by mostlikelydefinentlymad

Raphael’s other half is sat across from a beautiful girl with auburn curls and a copy of Jane Eyre on the table.

He’s gesturing at a gray box and giving away a smile that once belonged to mid-afternoons spent tracing the contours of Simon’s body, laughter seeping into the halls of the hotel.

Kindred by White_Marker

Once, hidden in the dark and uncharacteristically intimate for both of them, Raphael had mimicked Simon’s movement in bed, inch by inch, like a game. Simon burst out laughing, pulling an outlandish face, and gripped Raphael’s chin. Raphael reached out and pinched his chin in return.

They lifted each other’s faces, moving it left and right, leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. They let go and traced a finger slowly from their collarbone to their belly button.

Like a challenge, they held each other’s eyes, all traces of humor gone.

For a little while, Simon and Raphael felt as if they were mirrors of some kind. Opposite, but the same.

Soon after, though Simon hadn’t made the connection, the first flicker of blue had appeared.

a.k.a.

 Soulmate AU where you slowly start seeing color. Let the angst begin!

Like a halo in reverse by @gilmarverdes

The feeling began to become home. More of a home than vampirism would ever be. He’d stand alone, attempt God, and feel the pain. This is how it is, this is what I deserve, this is what I have become. I am this now. I will always be this. I deserve to hurt—

Until the day that God finally left his lips and remained in his throat, no choking, no burning. Just Raphael and God, severed.

Simon, on the other hand…

"Raphael,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry. I thought—”

Raphael feels a twist in his stomach. It is a feeling that he hasn’t experienced in a very long time. He needs to lead the clan, he needs to give them justice, but he’s alone with Simon, most secure room in the Hotel DuMort like a past life, and all that he can feel is want, hunger, need. There is no room for justice in human want. It’s sick. Raphael is very, very sick; this is the only explanation for the humanness, the only explanation for the twists. 

“Do it again,” Raphael says, his entire being turning into a betrayal right against Simon’s body. “I need you.”

Livin’ just to find emotion by @joanthangroff

When Simon has to transfer to another school - the DuMort Academy -, the only thing that could save him from going mad would be to join the school’s Glee club. Of course, life is not as easy as it could be, and he is denied to join just yet. He somehow manages to persuade the club’s leader, Raphael, to prepare him so he can join in the next semester.

Mail for Ezekiel by @fangtasticsaphael

“Hey, buddy,” Simon greeted the animal and reached out, gently scratching behind the dog’s ear. Ezekiel tilted his head, playfully nudging the man’s lower arm and stared up at him in clear anticipation. He huffed out a soft laugh and reached into the pocket of his light jacket, presenting the dog with a thin postcard with the message “Mail for Ezekiel” with two hearts scrawled next to it and beneath it he had written “have a dog-tastic day”. Ezekiel seemed pleased as usual and ran off with his delivery while the off-duty-postman turned around to leave.

Master of pillow forts by @fangtasticsaphael 

“What do you think you’re doing, idiota?” Raphael asked wearily and frowned at the other’s surprised yelp, followed by a pained sound when Simon dropped the heavy book right on his sock-clad foot. He quickly picked the book up again before directing his wide-eyed gaze at the clan leader who stared back at him with the most unimpressed expression possible.

“You’re back already?”

“Obviously.” Raphael’s expression was a mix of disinterest and boredom but his gaze swept over the things strewn across the room in a silent order to answer his question instead of stating the obvious.

Never just that simple by @fangtasticsaphael 

“It’s not fake concern. I…I know I’ve been preoccupied with my own problems and that I didn’t…that I didn’t think much of the consequences or of…of the position you’re in,” Simon mumbled sheepishly, hands pushed into the pockets of his hoodie and head lowered while trying to keep up with Raphael’s quick steps. It was actually pretty difficult to stick close to the clan leader despite the vampire speed because Simon still wasn’t fully used to it and he could more quickly but not as smoothly and effortlessly looking as Raphael.

“The position you put me in,” Raphael bit out, correcting Simon’s statement with a bitterness that seemed to cut right through the slightly foggy air.

Not Actually Homophobic by @mymalecshinesbright

Raphael was extremely confused. Extremely. He didn’t understand this. He had never felt this before, and yet here he was, feeling it and he didn’t know where it was coming from. But it was here and now he had to deal with the fact that he was apparently homophobic because the sight of seeing his roommate kissing another boy made him want to vomit.

Not Like I Care by ChangeForTheBetter

Simon gets sexiled and seeks refuge in Raphael’s room.
(Again.)

But maybe Raphael doesn’t mind so much.

Of all of the faces, you were the one next to me by  mostlikelydefinentlymad

//if I love you // is that a fact // or a weapon

Of Sleep Deprivation And First Kisses (Or, How Tea Solves Problems) by PossiblyNobody

“You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.

Saphael Tumblr Prompt

On the List of Things (Read: People) Simon Thought He’d Never Do by @rainybookshop

Obviously Simon had missed the memo about his sexual orientation, but he can’t help thinking there might have been smarter ways to find out than by letting himself be seduced by someone who sort of scares the shit out of him.

One cup of coffee (is all it takes to fall in love) by @abluelightinthedark

Simon walks into the Starbucks in only a thin shirt, because he’s an idiot and forgot to take his jacket with him in the middle of november, and opens his mouth to greet his friends, but they are not there.
Instead there’s another dude standing behind the counter, his green apron doing nothing to hide his beautiful body and sadly neither his grumpy expression.

Paved paradise by @simonxraph

Not only has Raphael stolen his parking spot and infiltrated his friend group, now he knows that Simon thinks he’s attractive.

Please Daddy by TrickyVicky3

Simon wilts under the pressure, but needing to have the last word he replies sarcastically, “Sure thing Dad”.

Raphael’s eyes widen “What did you just call me?” Simon looks up at him, placing the now empty glass back on the table in front of him as he licks fresh blood off his lips, “Dad, y’know, Daddy, cos like you’re making me –“

Raphael waves his hands in front of Simon “Please stop” he looks around uncomfortably before speeding away.

Professor knows it all! by @shadowhunterships

I saw a prompt on tumblr : I usually talk to my friends through sign language in class but… apparently you know sign language too… and now you know I think your butt is cute.Simon secretly loves Professor Raphael’s butt and accidentally spills his secret to the professor himself!

Rhododendrons by @gilmarverdes

Part of him was hoping that he would never have to see Simon again; you rip the bandage off fast so it’s less painful, you stitch up the wound quick so it’s less painful, you let it heal slowly. These things take time.

But - who was he kidding, he’s going to be entwined with Simon until the end of time, it seems. Quite literally.

Set me free by @fangtasticsaphael

His dark hair stuck against his forehead in wet, messy curls and every annoyed huff showed in form of a little white cloud leaving his lips and disappearing into the sky. He was a supernatural being but it was obviously too much to ask for some kind of immunity against the temperatures. Sure, he had to appear human but that didn’t mean he basically had to be human.

“Just find the target, make the guy fall in love with the girl and the freezing is over,” Raphael mumbled to himself through chattering teeth and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets of his hoody. At least he couldn’t get sick but this didn’t make the weather any more comfortable. His whole body seemed to be slowed down and stinging from the cold, icy wind pulling at the material of his jeans and the hoody he wore over his t-shirt, his boots kicking up snow with every step.

Shattered hearts by @fangtasticsaphael

“You can’t say it back. Why haven’t you said so earlier? All the other times I said it? I thought you just weren’t ready yet but if you already know you can't love me, why not say it outright instead of leading me on?!” Raphael tried to hide the pain and anger swirling in his chest, masking his emotions with a cold mask.

Magnus had warned him, told him it was a bad choice to start something with Simon because the guy had almost managed to two-time and even if he had been 16 at the time, he still seemed so very undecided when it came to his love life. He clearly couldn’t make up his mind about what he wanted, not back then and not now. Raphael had known it was a risk and he had to fight down the urge to place the blame on himself - to revert back to the thinking that maybe him being asexual and aromantic was the reason why Simon couldn’t commit to this.

The one person he developed romantic feelings for, the one person he actually fell in love with, and here they were, apparently about to break up on Valentine’s Day. It felt like a big, cosmic joke and Raphael suddenly felt so damn tired.

Shelter by @fangtasticsaphael

“I know you’re about to close but maybe I could get a coffee?” Simon asked and his voice almost broke on a few words. He squinted a little because of the beads of water on his glasses that probably blurred his sight but Raphael could see that his dark eyes were mostly unfocused behind the smudged spectacles.

“You look like you rather need some tea and a bed,” he commented dryly and rounded the counter to walk up to the door, flip the sign and then the lock as well. Raphael didn’t care that they were supposed to be open for 20 more minutes. Nobody came in at this hour anyway and Simon’s current state was a more pressing matter anyway.

“So, that’s a no? You do realise I can’t leave when you lock the door, though, right?”

Simon was fidgeting and raised his arm to hide a cough in the crook of his elbow, the sound muffled by the wet material of the hoodie he was wearing - not exactly the right choice of clothing for October if you asked Raphael.

Sign of the times by @joanthangroff

When Raphael is hit by a mysterious spell, Simon has to teach him how to be human.

Simon la Exploradora by RaphaelSantiago

Five Spanish words Simon learnt from watching Dora the Explorer, and the times he said them to Raphael.

Strange crossings. by @sadlyamundane

The universe works in strange ways, maybe that’s why Magnus cancelled dinner with Raphael, maybe that’s why Simon’s blind date doesn’t go as planned.

What ever it was, this was definitely the universe crossing their paths.

Sweetheart by @fangtasticsaphael

“It’s Valentine’s Day, someone probably just wanted to lighten the mood,” Lily commented with a shrug and it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.

“There’s one with lol no balanced on top of the picture frame in the main hall. I have no idea how they even got it up there,” Elliott informed them while strolling into the room and he stopped behind the couch, right next to Simon’s shoulder who tilted his head back and blinked up at the other vampire frowning at him.

“You have one stuck in your hood,” the other informed him and before Simon could react he had already snatched it up, eyebrows rising when his eyes read the message on the piece of candy.

Te Extraño (I Miss You) by andy_ros3

To Clary: I don’t think I can do this Clary. Is this even a good idea??
From Clary: Simon you have to do this. For yourself. Don’t worry, no matter what happens I’m here for you.
To Clary: You’re right, thanks Clary. Omg we just pulled up outside the club.
From Clary: Go inside and stop freaking out.
To Clary: I’m not freaking out
To Clary: I know your eyebrows are raised. Okay, yes, I’m freaking out. I miss him and I want him and I don’t know why he invited me here. It’s been 3months and 16 days Clary. Why now? Why would he wait so long to contact me for whatever reason? Why was I such an idiot? Oh god what if it’s just to return something I left at his or what if he tells me he’s met someone new and he’s moved on.
From Clary: Simon stop. Stop overthinking this and go inside.
Simon is about to text back to delay entering PanDEMONium but Clary beats him to it. She knows him too well.
From Clary: You’re going to be fine, just go.
Simon enters PanDEMONium expecting it to be the usual vibrant, enthralled and booming place but it’s empty apart from a grand black piano where Raphael sits playing a few notes. Simon knows he does that when he’s nervous.

Tendons too torn to beg (for you to let me back in) by @gilmarverdes

What hurts the most, the thing that makes him really ache, is how familiar he is with Simon. He knows the way that Simon smells; sickly, because every fledgling smells sickly, but with Simon it’s all different. Simon smells like – life, like something sick coming back to life. Like hope crawling out of its grave.

He knows the way that Simon sounds; the unnecessary breaths, the way that his voice mumbles when he talks because he still hasn’t gotten used to his fangs, the wrong thing in his mouth, and the way that he taps his fingers, the exact sound that he makes when he wakes up in the morning. A yawn like a wolf’s howl.

But worst of all, he knows the way that Simon feels.

The Game of Life by raphaelsontiago

“Why is school so damn expensive?” He grumbled, putting his money back in the bank.

“Maybe it’s because you have six cars full of kids, mi sol?” Raphael smirked and Simon wanted to throw the board across the room.

“It’s not my fault I got stuck with such a big family!” He protested. Raphael chuckled quietly and bit his lip.

“You know, a big family wouldn’t be all bad. Six cars of kids would be a bit of a hassle, but I think four or five kids would be nice.” Raphael’s gaze dropped to the floor and Simon nearly choked.

Raphael was asking to have a family with him.

or, the one where simon and raphael play life but they spend more time talking than playing the game

The Morning After by simonsantiago

Simon sits up and stares at Raphael’s back. “Are we…uh…dating now?”

“No,” Raphael says and Simon’s stomach sinks. “I don’t date people who don’t let me sleep.”

The Path To Self-Discovery by @killjoyrow

Simon is the kind of bright, happy guy who needs everyone to be frends with him. Raphael would prefer to have no friends and save himself the headache.

In theory, they’re far better off as distant colleagues - the contrast between them akin to day and night.

In reality, despite claiming to hate each other, the two couldn’t be more perfect. It might just take them a little while to realise it.

The Punishment Fits The Crime by  Hailhydration

When daylighter Raphael Santiago is forced to kill a rogue Warlock, the warlock’s deranged lover curses him to never have a happy ending. Whoever falls in love with the vampire is destined to die if they touch him. To Raphael, who has long viewed himself as unlovable, this seemed like nothing. Of course, he didn’t count on the persistent idiot known as Simon Lewis.

The Thing Is by foggynelson

The thing is: Raphael doesn’t want to love Simon. The thing is: he does anyway.

There is in it, the idea of the fall by scalira

“Angels touched by man cannot stay divine, Raphael. I thought I was very clear on that matter.”

And Raphael knows. He knows. But when he thinks about letting Simon touch him, about his lips pressing down on his, about his fingers tracing his skin, Raphael does not feel doomed. He does not feel tainted.

He feels infinite. He feels bigger than himself.

He feels… he feels human.

This is not what I dreamt it would be by @flying-on-the-wind

Raphael Santiago had always known that his soulmate would not be anything like what his mother had dreamt for him. Simon Lewis, on the other hand, had always dreamt of a soulmate that was nothing like what he got. But are dreams all that important? When real life is a thing that happens, and that you get to actually live?

This is the second part of a series in which soulmates are found upon the touch of skin. Each part will have a different pairing at it’s centre, though all three are linked and together they form a fuller story.

Through Hell or High Water by @shadowcastershq

When Clary drags Simon to his local pool, he’s immediately smitten with the gorgeous but completely unapproachable lifeguard.

Till the sun comes up by @aleclwb

Simon takes a deep breath. “71.”

Clary gapes at him. “71?”

“Yes,” Simon snaps, “Yes, Clary, my number is 71. It’s right there,” he waves her wrist around, a little too aggressively, so it’s actually impossible to read. “The seven and the one. 71. My soulmate’s going to be 71 when we meet.”

Or, everyone has a number on their wrist that indicates how old their soulmate will be when they meet. Simon is trying to deal with the fact that his is abnormally high. It turns out not to be such a bad thing, after all.

Turnabout is Fair Play by @accordingtomel

“Uh, Raph?”

Raphael glances over at Simon with raised brows, using a finger to hold the place in the book he’s reading and shifting his attention towards him.

“Is there a reason that Magnus is sending you pictures of him and Alec kissing?”

Simon turns the phone around to show Raphael said picture.

“I think the better question is why you’re reading my text messages in the first place,” Raphael says, and reaches his free hand out, gesturing for the phone.

***

In an attempt to annoy Raphael, Magnus starts sending increasingly adorable pictures of him and Alec kissing. However, it’s Simon who comes up with the perfect solution to get him back.

Until We Say “I Do” by heartsdesire456

When they had become engaged, it had been like a switch had flipped with their mothers. They were still very happy for them and they both were waiting with open arms to welcome the other into the family. No, the problem was not dislike.

The problem was that for some reason, the minute a ring came into the picture, both Raphael’s mother and Simon’s mother somehow immediately and independently became obsessed with their son’s future husband converting to their religion.

Upheaval by crystalclark94

Simon, well, he has the most unusual / off the beaten path twist of words etched across his ribs that he’s ever heard of. The font is an elegant black crawl with perfectly dainty pretty loops and swirls, and it says “Dios, I’m going to eat you if you don’t shut up!”

Variation on the word (sleep) by mostlikelydefinentlymad

“You can stare at me later you complete sap, come'ere.” Simon pats the bed, awaiting the slight dip of the mattress. Raphael remains where he is, adoring.

Simon grumbles into his pillow about romantic vampires and kicking Raphael out to sleep on the sofa if he doesn’t get his ass in bed.

Warmth & Light by foggynelson

“I’m cute, huh?”

“Oh shut up,” Simon says, lifting his heading up and looking at Raphael. “You’re absolutely gorgeous and you fucking know it.”

Wear my heart a little louder by @eversall

Raphael sucks in a sharp, unnecessary breath, eyes snapping up to meet Simon’s gaze, and he sounds, for the first time, the way Simon feels; like he’s coming apart at the seams with no hope of being pulled back together. Simon looks away, wants to backtrack and erase his temporary moment of weakness, because he’s not allowed to have that.
.
It always comes back to this - Simon trying to run away but being rooted to the spot by everything that lies between them.

When “You mean nothing“ turns into “You mean everything“ by @abluelightinthedark

There are two ways someone can whisper into your ear with their lips against your neck.

For one, it can be sweet, gentle, soft, hot, pleasant. A warmth, the feeling of being loved, someone taking care of you, kisses, relationships, compliments.

And then there are the times it’s threatening. A knife against your throat, death so close in front of you, fear. You feel scared, uncomfortable, want to cry. Screaming, kicking, then staying still, shaking, hurting, hoping, praying.

Simon unfortunately had to experience both ways in his rather short period of living.

The thing is, it was the same person every time.

Where my heart and future lies by scalira

Raphael hasn’t been home for the holidays in years. Still being haunted by a tragedy that happened years ago, he isn’t planning on visiting this year either. Until he gets a very persuasive email from a very angry man named Simon Lewis.

Where There is Fire by CastingMoonlight

Raphael is patient when Simon spirals into despair.

Because Raphael knows, and now Simon knows, and Fairchild will never understand what she did to him in the name of love.

Words of the prophets are written on the subway walls by @joanthangroff

After a fight with his current roommate Raphael Santiago is left with moving in with his old friend Magnus Bane. Naturally, this means lots of headaches for him and weird people stepping into his life.

You were always gold to me by mostlikelydefinentlymad

They take away the good in Raphael and reduce him to teeth like talons, a heart of stone. They don’t even have to say the words when his name comes up - “He’s a monster.”

No, Simon wants to say. You’ve never witnessed him stripped bare, armor lying at his feet with a softness in his eyes that makes Simon want to turn away. But they were present when the high walls around his heart became a weapon. They heard the words “Kill them” and glossed over what wasn’t being said - ‘Of all the people, why did it have to be you? I wanted you to stay.’ Nor did they hear the full extent of Simon’s betrayal, how it cut straight into tendons where it bled the most - 'Is it too late to go back?’

They cannot see the gold in him.

You’re an asshole, Mr Santiago! by @fangtasticsaphael

He heard the sound again and it made his hair stand on end because the creaky wood noise sounded like someone walking very slowly, dragging their feet with every step and it was like right out of a horror movie. Simon suppressed the ridiculous urge to go knock on the door to his mother’s and sister’s room but he also felt like these sounds were far from normal and what if ghosts were real after all?! It was the middle of the night, he was still tired and his brain did not function properly - he was allowed to think stupid shit!

Simon couldn’t tell why it seemed like a good idea to snatch up his key and leave his room but that was exactly what he did. Not to investigate the creepy sounds, he knew how such things turned out and he didn’t have a death wish, but to get further away from the noises. The dimmed lights in the hallway made the old hotel look even eerier and a few steps away from his door he severely regretted the decision to leave his room. He turned around to head back, saw a dark silhouette at the other end of the hallway that definitely moved and…he bolted. No.fucking.way!

You’re in the right place by ghostfacers 

Simon Lewis is an average high school teacher just trying to make sure the future generation gets there. He never asked to get his room moved next to the one guy in the whole school who probably hates him the most. That’s all Luke’s fault.

You’re the one that I want by @sadlyamundane 

“Hypothetically” Simon said pushing his Spanish text book away, he leaned back in his hair and watched as Raphael chewed on the bottom of his pen in concentration.
“Hypothetically” Raphael repeated, propping his head up on his hand to show that he was listening.
“If I liked someone, but I don’t” Simon hastily said when Raphael quirked an eyebrow “but if I did and I wanted to know if that person likes me back, what do I do?”

For more Saphael Fanfics

Relationships?

 Peter Hale x Female Reader

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Summary: No one knows Peter has a fiancee except for Derek.


“Where do you think I should take her for our first date?” The pack were in a circle, but Malia was nowhere to be found. Stiles was asking for relationship advice.

“Maybe take her to a fancy restaurant?” Lydia suggest. “How much money do you think I have?” Lydia just shrugged. 

“Take her to eat curly fries?”

“Take her to bowling?”

“NO! and no!”

“Why don’t you take her to a cafe?” Peter interrupted.

“What do you know about dates, you’re not even in a relationship.”

Peter just shrugged and looked at the door of Derek’s loft. They looked at the door, “Someone’s coming.” Scott said.

“Peter!” The door opened and a girl came in Peter smiled and opened his arms The girl rushed over to him.

Originally posted by long-distancee

The pack looked confused. “I missed you so much.” They heard the girl.

Originally posted by iwashopingx

“I missed you too.” Peter whispered. 

“Y/N, welcome back.” Derek greeted.

“You know her?” The pack questioned.

“Yeah, she’s Peter’s fiancee, Y/N.”

The pack looked dumb-founded.

“This psychopath has a fiancee?”

“How come we never knew about this?”

“Y/N teaches English in foreign countries. Which is why you never saw her here. But she is now unemployed so that they could get married. Peter did have to wait awhile.”

“How long?”

“3 years.” You answered. 

“How long have you two known each other?”

“Since high school.” Peter answered.

“How long have you two been together like in a relationship?”

“Since high school, he asked me out for prom and then asked me to be his girlfriend.” You answered with a smile, remembering the memory.

“So you know he’s a-” 

“Werewolf? Yeah.” You cut him off.

“Then what are you?” Scott asked.

“I’m a witch.”

“A witch?!” Stiles exclaimed.

“Yes, is there a problem with that?”

“No! No problem at all, I just can’t believe it.”

“Your friends have eyes that are like glowing sticks and have claws come out of their fingers and fangs out of their gums. Have hair come out of their face. And you can’t believe witches are real.” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“You have a point there.” He sighed.

“Aren’t you guys gonna introduce yourself?” You asked.

“I’m Scott the alpha of the pack.” You smiled at him.

“Stiles, I’m human.”

“Lydia, I’m a banshee.” You smiled at her.

“I’m Kira, I’m a kitsune.” You smiled at her.

“So you smile at them but you don’t smile at me?”  Stiles interrupted.

“They’re kind to me.” You shrugged.

“Well we’re going home now.” Peter interrupted.

“Bye, it was nice meeting you. Let’s go shopping sometime, Lydia, Kira. Derek you better call me if you have nothing to eat here and need help with cooking.

Going back home, to Peter’s apartment, you just snuggled to his side on the way, while he carried you luggage.

*Time skip to arriving in his apartment.*

“Go to the bedroom and rest.” He told you while smiling.

Going inside his room and laying on his bed, you waited for him.

He put your luggage near his closet. And went to the bed laying with you.

You immediate went on top and cuddled with him.

“I missed you.” “I missed you too.”

Originally posted by http-francesca

“I love you.” “I love you too.”

Originally posted by geekmarianaloz

Both of you went to sleep, in each other’s presence. You didn’t need to face time anymore. Didn’t have to cry anymore. Because you’re together now.

yesterday on jimmy kimmel, he asked tom what they call homecoming in england and tom said “we call it prom” and jimmy was like “what do you call prom?” and tom was like “well we don’t really have a homecoming, and our proms are very different” and jimmy asked how and tom, with a large smile, said “well there’s booze at ours, because the drinking age is 18”

can u imagine drunk tom dancing at prom? i’m doing this imagine trust me, b

anonymous asked:

What about an s/o that wants a kiss from the boys but is too shy to ask for one

Naw, shy s/o’s are cute s/o’s! And kisses are the best! (I’m sorry if these are long, they kind of turned into mini scenarios than headcanons but I hope you still like!)

Noctis:

- He was still playing that game. You knew that he had a serious rivalry going on with Prompto, but Prompto wasn’t even there right now.
- You felt like he had been playing for such a long time, and you were wanting some affection.
- Trouble is, how do you go about asking for it? The idea of straight up asking for a kiss made you squirm in embarrassment.
- Ugh, I don’t want him to laugh at me.
- You shuffled up closer to him, still focused on his phone, until you were sat side by side.
- “Nooooct.” You mumbled, slumping your head against his shoulder.
- Feel like I’m a cat right now.
- “Mmm?” He leaned his head against yours but didn’t put his game down.
- “Come oooon.”
- “Hmm?”
- That’s it.
- You wriggled under his arms so your head was in front of his phone screen, blocking his view.
- “Hi!” You beamed.
- He looked at you, highly bemused.
- “What’s up.”
- “You’ve been playing that game for ages now.”
- He put the phone to the in his pocket – finally!
- “You’re right, what would you rather do?” He ran a hand through his raven hair and laid back on his bed after being hunched playing that game for so long. You sit up still beside him, looking down at the raven-haired prince.
- “Well, I kind of wanted…” But the words were stuck in your throat.
- He raised an eyebrow at you.
- “Yeah?”
- “A… I wanted a…” God damn it. The words weren’t coming.
- In a last ditch attempt, you puckered your lips to convey something.
- Ah yes, much less embarrassing. Ughhhh.
- Noct’s eyes widened in realisation, and his cheeks reddened to match yours.
- “Oh, you want a k-kiss?”
- “Yes!” Your voice sounded so loud in your own ears you nearly grimaced. But Noctis didn’t seem to notice.
- “Okay.” He gulped, suddenly as nervous as you. But he brought a hand up to rest gently on your back.  Carefully he pulled you down to his level, your hands splayed out on his chest and your faces almost touching.
- His eyelids fluttered shut and your lips connected – and all the nervousness disappeared.
- His free hand wound around your waist and pulled you tighter against him, his other tracing up your back to wind in your hair. His lips moved against yours quickly, almost urgently, like he’d been longing to do this for a while. You both had, but had been too nervous to instigate it.
- His teeth caught your bottom lip and he gave a gentle tug before letting it go, smiling into the kiss at your gasp.
- You could feel his heart racing underneath your palm, and you were certain yours matched his.
- You broke apart, both of you breathing heavily. Giving him a quick smile, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, willing your breathing to slow.
- Noctis held you close like that for a while, happy to spend the hours this way.

Prompto:

- You were sat with Prompto, your back against his chest in a tight cuddle anyway.
- This boy was all about the cuddles.
- As lovely as that was, you were dying for him to kiss you! But you couldn’t just ask. It seemed such an awkward thing to do! But he might not kiss you anytime soon at this rate.
- “Prom?”
- “Yes?” He smiled at you, his arms tight around your waist.
- “ I would kind of like you to do something for me.” You stammered, thankful you were looking straight ahead.
- “Of course!” His hands moved from your waist to hold both of your own, his fingers lacing through yours.
- “Can you… ah.” Your voice trailed off. How were you supposed to say this?
- “What’s wrong?” You could hear the concern in his voice.
- Great now I’m worrying him. He’s too lovely.
- “I’d just like…like more.” You said, feeling your face burn as you lifted your entwined hands as a clue to what you meant.
- Please understand.
- “You want more… affection?”
- “Y-yeah, but different.”
- “What, you mean like kisses?”
- “Exactly!”
- Thank the gods for Prompto.
- “O-oh! Of course!”
- Prompto would be so eager, yet so nervous at the same time as you turned around in his lap.
- His bright blue eyes were wide, and he was praying you couldn’t feel the tremors in his hands.
- He just so badly didn’t want to mess this up!
- You could see his chest rise and fall with every breath, and you weren’t even kissing yet!
- But then he brought his soft lips to yours, his hands at your shoulders as he brought you in close.
- His kiss was clumsy at first, but soon he found a rhythm for you both and he melted into the kiss, loving your lips on his.
- His grip on you tightened, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he groaned in satisfaction.
- Your hands were in his hair, on his chest, on his biceps, anywhere you could get. He was all yours.
- Too soon he broke away, breathing hard and red in the face.
- “I…I’m sorry if that wasn’t great.”
- You scoffed. Wasn’t great? It was awesome!
- “Even if it wasn’t, practice makes perfect!” You beamed, which brought out smile from him, catching on to what you were saying.
- “I guess we’ll have to practice lots then won’t we?” He chuckled.

Gladiolus:

- You had been dating Gladio for a few weeks, but you had only shared a handful of kisses. 
- You felt that maybe this was in part your fault, cause you just couldn’t find up the courage to ask him for one! He would always instigate, but maybe he felt like you weren’t that into it?
- So you decided you were gonna ask him for one, and show him how much you loved them!
- As you went to open your mouth however, nothing came out.
- “Hmm? What is it babe?” He’d notice your expression, and realise you wanted to say something.
- But you just couldn’t say it!
Dear gods above help!
- Your cheeks went red as you tried to hide your face, but Gladio was too quick, and lifted your chin up gently so you couldn’t hide.
- “C’mon, I can tell you want something.” 
- His eyes are alight with playfulness.
- “I just wanted to y’know… wanted to…” You gesture quickly to your lips, your cheeks feeling like they were on fire.
- You could see the mental ‘click’ in his eyes as Gladio put two and two together to realise what you were asking for. But his lips broke out into his usual, cheshire cat grin.
- “You want to what?” He’s smirking.
Oh my god he’s going to make me say it.
- “I just want… I want a-” but before you could finish your sentence, he cuts you off as his lips lock around yours.
- You gasp in surprise, but he just used it as a chance to deepen the kiss, his lips hot, moving against yours. 
- His hand tangles in your hair in the way he knew you liked, pulling you closer to him and giving it a gentle tug. His free hand brought you closer to him so you were almost sat on his lap.
- Gladio’s hum of appreciation resonated through you – you were making him do that!
- Your hands rested on his biceps for support, becoming lightheaded from the depth of Gladio’s kiss.
- He pulled away with that smile already in place, loving your dazed expression.
- “Was that a good enough… y’know.” 
- “Don’t tease me!” 
- His chuckle is deep and happy, and fills you with joy.
Ah you did love this man.

Ignis:

- God this guy was so smooth with his words, how on earth were you supposed to ask him for a kiss?
- But you wanted one badly, as you sat and watched him in his chair from your own. His long fingers held a book open in front of him, his other hand outstretched to reach for a sip of his coffee. He brought the can to his lips, and you watched as they closed softly around the edge of the can to take a sip. His head tipped back slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
- Ah! It’s too much! You had to feel those lips on your own!
- Ignis put down his coffee and looked at you quizzically, drawn by the odd noise that had escaped your lips.
- How mortifying
- “Are you alright my love?” He asked.
- No.
- “Yes. Yes I was just… just thinking.” You gabbled, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks already.
- “About what?” He looked at you curiously, no doubt noticing the light red tinge across your cheeks.
- “Oh, um… well just that I wanted…”
- Ugh why did you have to struggle so much with this?
- “Anything you want kitten, you can have it.”
- He watched, curious as to why you blush deepened at his words. But the possibility slowly dawned on him; you wanted some affection but was too shy to ask for it.
- How adorable. He couldn’t help but smile fondly at you, and you knew that he knew.
- Without a word, he’d set his book down and rose off his chair, all while looking at you. You could swear you saw a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
- Your heart beat quickened as he walked over to you, placing a hand on either side of your chair and leaning down until his face was mere inches from yours.
- “Would you like a kiss?” his words would cause any stray strands of hair to flutter in his wake.
- Your voice wouldn’t work, you just nodded to which he smiled.
- And in the next breath he brought his lips down to yours kissing you deeply, one hand coming away from the chair to rest under your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss you harder.
- His thumb traced gently across your cheek, causing you to hum at the comforting contact.
- Just as you were getting breathless, he pulled away, running a gloved thumb over your just kissed lower lip.
- “Was that satisfactory?”
- He chuckled as you nodded again, slightly more dazed than before.
- “Don’t be shy, next time just ask.”
- Yep, yep you would.

Imagine going to prom with Robin!Jason Todd

Sorry I was talking about prom with a friend and this happened (Jason and you in this is about 16/17)

  • Jason realizing that prom is coming up when he see all the prom proposals going on
  • Jason wanting to ask you
  • Before Bruce adopted him Jason thought he would never go to prom.
  • Going to Bruce first for ideas to ask you to prom (then realizing that Bruce didn’t go to prom)
  • Then going to Alfred
  • “Master Jason I don’t understand why you just ask Mr/Ms.(l/n).”
  • “Alf, you’re a genius! Thank you!” “You welcome Master Jason.”
  • Jason talk about how he is going to ask you to Dick during patrol
  • Jason come to school earlier than his usually time to get ready
  • His hands are shaking as he walks towards you
  • “Y/N can I ask you something? Alone?”
  • You say yes as You follow him into an empty classroom
  • “I was wondering..” Jason starts to play with his hands “…if you would like to go to prom with me? I understand if you don’t want to go with me or if you are going with someone else…”
  • You smiling at him as you answer him “I would love to go with you.”
  • His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas
  • As soon as Jason gets home he tell Alfred
  • “Congratulations Master Jason.”
  • Alfred taking Jason tux shopping
  • “A Wayne must look his best, Master Jason.”
  • When prom finally comes around Jason can’t wait you see you
  • You and he agreed on not getting a limo
  • The expression on Jason’s face as came down the stairs was priceless
  • You not really knowing how to dance and Jason teaching you (Jason was taught by Alfred)
  • Both of you not really caring if you are prom part of the prom court
  • Slow dancing together and keep stepping on each other’s feet