hugs all of you and gives you cookies

things that make people feel loved:

  • making them a playlist
  • baking them cookies
  • giving them flowers
  • creating art for them
  • random ‘I love you’s
  • writing them a poem
  • complimenting them on their talents
  • asking how their day was
  • sending them links to things you think they will like
  • random hugs
  • “This made me think of you”
Signs as girlfriends

Aries: very protective, can get jealous, lots of touching, seems shy but actually very aggressive, tries to wrestle you but ends up making out, jaw and neck kisses, wraps their arm around your waist all the time

Taurus: lots of giggling, loves tight hugs, holds your hand all the time, bakes cookies for you, cares about you a lot even if she doesn’t show it as much, wants attention, very quirky and fun to be with

Gemini: knows how to turn you on, likes to leave hickies, gives you annoyingly cute nicknames, rests their head on your shoulder, likes ruffling your hair, likes to take control, likes spooning

Cancer: seeks approval, good at making out, cares about you a lot, big hearted, likes just being in your presence, tries to seduce you but ends up giggling, wants to cuddle all the time

Leo: super flirty, wants to show you off, will talk with you all night, isn’t afraid to belt out songs in front of you, lots of pda, has a folder of photos of just you on their phone

Virgo: wants to push boundaries but is shy/inexperienced, wants to be protected, eyebrow raises, dances crazily to your favorite songs, best friend and lover, makes suggestive jokes to tease you

Libra: very charming, knows how to make your knees weak, tells you how hot you are everyday, likes corny romantic dates, makes you watch chick flicks, happy with a simplistic relationship

Scorpio: steals your clothes, breathes in your scent, seduces you easily, likes sitting on your lap, gets to know you deeply, has lots of inside jokes with you, traces all your curves and admires your entire body

Sagittarius: super chill, wants to try new things with you, likes to let you take control sometimes, loves being wrapped up in you, admires your butt a lot, likes watching sunsets with you

Capricorn: lots of witty banter, will challenge you to think, likes watching movies with you, will lie in bed with you all day, out of the blue acts of love, teaches you new things

Aquarius: innocent and carefree, will beat you in your favorite video game, makes dirty jokes, will just stare at your face in love, dresses up for you, tells others how much they love you,

Pisces: makes you little gifts, lip bites, sends you cheesy texts, lots of light kisses on the hand, cheek, forehead, tells you how awesome you are, tells you all her dreams and ambitions

Signs As Girlfriends (new)

Aries: very protective, can get jealous, lots of touching, seems shy but actually very aggressive, tries to wrestle you but ends up making out, jaw and neck kisses, wraps their arm around your waist all the time

Taurus: lots of giggling, loves tight hugs, holds your hand all the time, bakes cookies for you, cares about you a lot even if she doesn’t show it as much, wants attention, very quirky and fun to be with

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The Lego Batman Movie Sentence Starters

“DC. The house that Batman built.”
“Get yourself ready for some…reading.”
“Batman is very wise.”
“Yeah, I’ve got an extra ab.”
“We are transporting 11 million sticks of dynamite, 17,000 pounds of C4, about 150 little cute little classic bomb-type bombs, and two best friends, and request permission to fly over the most crime-ridden city in the world!”
“I’m a loser at home, and I’m a loser at work.”
“You should be terrified.”
“All the C-grade villains have broken into the energy plant!”
“Dear gosh, you destroyed the ___! You have thought of everything!”
“I just wrote a song about how I’m gonna kick all of your butts.”
“Get it together, guys, you’re making me look bad in front of Batman!”
“Save the city or catch your greatest enemy.”
“You think you’re my greatest enemy?”
“I like to fight around.”
“I’m okay with you fighting other people.”
“Remember, kids: If you wanna be like Batman, take care of your abs.”
“Were you looking at the old family pictures again?”
“I don’t talk about feelings.”
“Your greatest fear is being a part of a family again.”
“Tuxedo dress up party!”
“How am I supposed to get ___’s respect when I’m working with these human farts?”
“I’m just so jazzed to meet you!”
“I hate everything you just said.”
“You won’t get to fight any of this anymore.”
“Riddle me this: …what just happened?”
“There are no more vigilantes allowed.”
“You need to take responsibility for your life.”
“I literally have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Hello secret camera!”
“You’ve been watching too many Lifetime movies and drinking chardonnay.”
“Chance of failure is 110%.”
“Sometimes to right a wrong, you have to wrong right.”
“How dare you tell me how to parent my kid I just met.”
“Life doesn’t give you seatbelts!”
“I’m trying to give you a big old hug.”
“What’s the vigilante position on cookies?”
“It’s weirder if it’s not your son…”
“Somebody get this man some pants.”
“You can’t be a hero if you only care about yourself.”
“I got thrown in this heckhole on purpose!”
“I’m gonna go start looting.”
“Ask your nerd friends.”
“Who’s the greatest villain of them all now?!”
“I’m rubbing my butt all over your stuff.”
“Rename this the buttmobile.”
“Do you ever get scared?”
“This is not a family trip.”
“It’s 100% lava.”
“Why did you build this thing only one seat?”
“Last I checked I only had one butt.”
“For a loner, you sure like movies about relationships.”
“Good news, our bathroom problem is solved.”
“We are just one big happy f…raternity of people.”
“I don’t need friends.”
“I swear I’m a good guy.”
“I was trying to protect them…”
“Are they really the ones you’re protecting?”
“Don’t do what I would do!”
“You’ve gotta let me go down there and save them!”
“I don’t even know why you bothered coming back.”
“…I was afraid.”
“I was afraid of feeling the pain you feel when you lose someone close to you.”
“Saving this city is too big a job for one person.”
“Who’s laying down those funky beats?”
“Okay, ___. Bring the pain.”
“As I predicted, we’re doomed!”
“You had me at shut up.”
“How are your abs, bro?”
“Sometimes losing people is part of life, but that doesn’t mean you stop letting them in.”
“This is my family. But it’s your family too.”
“Do you have a knife? Because someone needs to cut the tension between us.”

Mom doesn't wish to see you [Part 2] (Batboys imagine)

[Part 1]

Requested: Yes
Request:  Can you do a part two on Mom doesn’t wish to see you? Where like you start dating other men and like all the batboys are supportive. Except Damian because he still has hope that his parents will end up together?
Summary: Not only do you find out that you’ve been cheated on, but so do the boys, and the aftermath. 
Word count: 588
Warning(s): cheating, divorce

You were rushing up the stairs of your apartment building for your weekly dinner with your sons. You made sure that the bond between all of you stayed as strong as ever. Since you had to work full time and you had joint custody over the kids with Bruce, meaning that they still lived in the manor, meant that this was the only time in the week you’d have completely dedicated to them.

I’m here!” you yell at the door, quickly shrugging off your outdoor clothes and throwing your keys in the bowl near the door with a clank. All of the boys were already there since they had their own keys.

Delicious smells were coming from the kitchen where Dick and Jason were finishing your meal and Tim was pulling out a batch of warm chocolate chip cookies. “hello, ummi!” Damian said giving you a hug before pulling out your chair at the table.

Everyone gathered around the table, the atmosphere light and homey. “You look fancy ma!” Jason says, being the last one to get seated. “Well I just came from a date!” you happily chuckle as the boys start spewing questions your way.

What was he like?”

“Did he treat you well ma?”

“Does he have a job?”

“Is he financially stable?” 

“Did you check his dating history?”

So many questions were thrown your way you had no idea the boys were so interested, well everyone but Damian. Damian hadn’t said a single word, his gaze was fixated on the plate in front of him as he slowly ate. It stung your heart and you weren’t sure what was wrong.

For the rest of the diner he didn’t say a word while everyone else was having a lighthearted conversation. Luckily Dami was staying the night so you could find out what was bothering him.

After the dishes were done and the table cleaned all the boys said their goodbyes and left, leaving you and Damian alone. He was sitting on the couch when you timidly sat next to him. 

What’s wrong, Dami?” You asked.

Nothing,” He answers dully.

I know you’re lying, please tell me! You were in a good mood before dinner, and now it’s like night and day,” You try to get him to speak.

Are you and father never getting back together again?” He asks sadly. You take his hand in yours, playing with his fingers to comfort him. If you were anyone else you would probably be killed by now.

I don’t see that happening baby, I’m sorry.” You sigh sadly.

Why not ummi,” He asks, causing you to grab him into a warm loving hug. “Bruce hurt me Dami, I can’t trust him again. But that doesn’t mean I’ll ever stop loving you, you’re still my son as much as his and I’ll always be here,” You truthfully tell him, he takes a moment to think before finally saying, “I love you Ummi.” 

That night you went to sleep with a heavy heart. It’s hard knowing that your youngest still hoped for a reconciliation, that you knew would never happen. You didn’t know how hard the separation actually was for Damian since he was so emotionally isolated, even though he trusted you the most in the world, he just didn’t know how to talk about things. All you could do as a parent was try and restore the natural dynamic of the mother-son relationship you had before the divorce and try to always be there for him as best you could.


With love,

diamondsparkle42  asked:

Could I request RFA + V getting into a fight with MC, and having MC storm out the door and tell them not to follow her? You can decide if it's happy end or not. Thanks!

RFA (+ V) getting in a fight with MC

Note: I’m so bad at coming up with reasons to arGUE UGH. I love how much support you’ve all given, I’m already at 110+ followers! V’s hurt my heart, okay? He’s too pure for this world.

EDIT: I wrote this before Jaehee’s route, and her parents are dead, so I’m sorry this is inaccurate!!


✰ - Yoosung’s finals were coming up, so you came over to surprise him at his dorm, ready to help him study with a healthy meal. Of course, upon entering, you were met with a terrible sight.

✰ - Yoosung drinking chocolate milk, playing LOLOL, bags under his eyes, and empty cups of ramen scattered on the ground.

✰ - You were not having it, he needs to get a good grade on those finals, so you walk over, and quickly unplug the computer. He didn’t even notice you till then, and he’s disgruntled af.

✰ - “Yoosung! This place is an absolute mess! Look at how unhealthy this is for you! You have finals in a week! There’s no possible way you’re gonna be prepared!”

✰ - You just ruined this boys LOLOL expedition, and had the nerve to criticize his eating habits? What the heck?” Even when he’s mad he’s not gonna curse. “I thought you were my girlfriend, not my Mom!”

✰ - You just look at him, laugh in disbelief before dropping the takeout and flashcards onto the floor. 

✰ - At that moment, Yoosung knew, he fucked up.

✰ - “Wait! MC! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry!” Literally Yoosung has never felt worse, seeing how upset you looked before leaving his dorm

✰ - “Don’t follow me, Yoosung. Just, please, take care of yourself.” You leave, Yoosung sadly picking up the scattered flash cards, opening the takeout with a sigh. He’s aware of how thoughtless his actions were.

✰ - “She even dotted all the i’s with little hearts.” Of course he’s using those flashcards to study, you made them just for him!

✰ - One week and a half later, with little to no talking with Yoosung, there’s the knock on your apartment door. You open it to reveal Yoosung, holding a manilla envelope in one hand, the other holding a small bag.

✰ - You go to shut the door, but he stops you, nervously sticking his foot in the apartment. “Please wait, MC, I need to show you something. Just five minutes, please.” 

✰ - Only five minutes, you made that much clear before letting him enter the apartment, the male setting the bag on the table before grinning sheepishly as he opened the manilla folder.

✰ - “Your flashcards came in handy! I got great grades on my finals. It’s all thanks to you… and, at the time, I didn’t see how much you cared about me, but I’m so thankful you do.”

✰ - You look at the grades on the finals, before he opens the paper bag, where a couple cookies are inside, although, they look very deformed.

✰ - You try not to smile, but can’t help it when you raise a questioning eyebrow to the misshapen goodies. 

✰ - “Um, they were supposed to be hearts!” Bless Yoosung, he’s trying his best, give him points for trying.

✰ - “Oh come here,” You gotta hug him, he’s forgiven, he loved your notecards, he even aced his finals, you’re a proud girlfriend. “Don’t show 707 these cookies.”


✰ - You didn’t think much of the motorcycle when Zen rode it, until you received a wake-up call from him one evening, explaining that he needed you to come pick him up because his motorcycle ran off the road.

✰ - “Zen, are you alright?” His head is bleeding a little bit, and his outfit is really ripped up. “Your motorcycle..”

✰ - “It’s trashed, now, MC, but I can get another one with the warranty. I called the authorities to tell them to get rid of this metal on the road.” 

✰ - You glanced at the hazardous cycle before getting back into your car, nervously thinking about how badly hurt he could’ve been - or even dead.

✰ -”I should get a good amount of money from my insurance to buy a nicer motorcycle~ Maybe I can show you how to drive it, MC!” Insert happy ramblings about how he’ll get a new death mobile.

✰ - “Zen, you could’ve gotten hurt on the motorcycle, maybe buy a safer vehicle? You know how we’ve been talking about children, smh they can’t be taken to school on a motorcycle.”

✰ - “Babe, accidents happen!” Uh no, life threatening ones cannot be solved with pet names like Babe, Zen I will get your goddamn license revokED.

✰ - “Of course they do, but accidents can end your life, especially on a motorcycle. Or you could get severe injuries - Zen, I’m just saying, maybe get a more family friendly vehicle-”

✰ - He’s triggered at the mention of family, like, he ISN’T READY.

✰ - “I don’t want to start a family, MC!” He’s kinda mad about his motorcycle, you burst his bubble, damn you.

✰ -You pull over the car without hesitation, and step out, throwing the keys at him. Slamming the car door you yell at him to not follow you before full on sprinting down the Korean streets.

✰ - You realize you’re near SKY university and call Yoosung to stay with him while you’re upset with Zen, because he kinda just said he didn’t want to start a family with you??

✰ - About a week later, filled with cup o’ noodles and missed texts from Zen, Yoosung gets a call from him and asks him to deliver a message to you. 

✰ - “Zen told me to tell you that he wants to talk, and to meet him in front of the college.” Honestly he’s glad to be used even as a messenger.

✰ - Kinda reluctant but hey. You’re looking around and cannot find him?? There’s only two minivans here, OH MY GOD.

✰ - There’s a silver one with the license plate: ZENSFAM

✰ - “Oh my god, Zen, you didn’t.” He gets out of the car with a face that’s like OH I DID.

✰ - You’re literally so happy of course you forgive this man, and he wants to have a family, or that plate has a lot of explaining to do. 


✰ - Jaehee isn’t too open about her relationship with you, and when her parents show up at the cafe, she leaves out the fact that the two of you are actually engaged to be married.

✰ - So, you confront her after serving them their drinks. “Jaehee, I know your parents aren’t aware that you’re bisexual… But you should come out! I’ll be there to support you.”

✰ - “MC, your parents are a lot different from mine, and I don’t think mine would be that happy to find out my partner is female - it’d be shameful to them.”

✰ - “Wait, Jaehee, are you ashamed of me?” Cue you being a little upset, considering how the two of you easily came out to the rest of the RFA, and how confident she’d been about you then.

✰ - She looks upset, she is upset, but she is not ashamed of you.

✰ - “No, of course not, but…” She trails off, and you begin to untie your apron, slightly upset by this.

✰ - “I’m gonna take a day off, alright?” You hand her your apron before slipping out the back door, telling her a brief, “Don’t follow me.”

✰ - Jaehee then calls up Jumin, asking for a favor, and to get her lots of food coloring and vanilla frosting. Jumin, on the other hand, gets Assistant Yoosung to handle this-

✰ - You’re not very excited to go to work today, but you go nonetheless, surprised to see that both of Jaehee’s parents are there, drinking coffee when you arrive. 

✰ - Also they’re the only ones in the cafe, and it’s right before opening?? Cue you being confused and them politely smiling at you.

✰ - “MC, help me frost these cupcakes with this rainbow frosting.” Jaehee is like in super busy mode as she mixes up this gorgeous multi-color frosting. “My version of coming out, I guess.”

✰ - Of course you’re gonna help! While you put the rainbow frosting on, she’s writing small hearts with J + [First Initial].

✰ - “I’m sorry about yesterday, I would never be ashamed of you.” You smile and help her take the cupcakes to her parents, prepared for whatever may come!


✰ - You’re a mix of nervous and excited about meeting Jumin’s father for the first time, over a meal from a French bistro downtown.

✰ - “You’re wearing the purple dress? It looks lovely on you.” He adjusts his matching tie before escorting you to the car, with Driver Kim behind the wheel, of course.

✰ - The conversation is fine as you sit in the back of the nice vehicle, until the topic shifts to well, you. And not in the nice, flirtatious way you’d expect.

✰ - “When talking to my father, remember to use your manners, try to smile and answer the majority of his questions. When answering questions that involve politics, keep it towards the conservative side. Don’t-”

✰ - “Jumin, that’s not how I act though. Come on, shouldn’t your father like the real MC?” You’re just mildly annoyed at this point, it’s not like you thought his father would dislike you.

✰ - “He likes a classy businesswoman, MC.”

✰ - Did he just? He did, didn’t he? “Are you trying to imply that I’m not a ‘classy businesswoman’? Why don’t you go bring Sarah Choi to meet your father, then?”

✰ - Before he can scramble for an apology, you’re requesting for Driver Kim to pull over. And he’s wondering if he’ll get fired for this. 

✰ - “MC, wait, please, I’m sorry.” He reaches for your hand but you jerk it away before exiting the car, firmly telling him not to follow you. Insert loud car door slam.

✰ - You wipe a couple tears from your cheeks as the car slowly drives away, but feel arms wrap around you, making you quickly jump to be met with Jumin’s apologetic gaze.

✰ - “MC, I made you cry…” He is Not Okay. “I’m more than idiotic, I don’t care if my father dislikes you, I love you. He’ll have to accept that, regardless, but then again, who wouldn’t love you?”

✰ - Lots of make up kisses.

✰ - You guys call off the dinner with his father, and instead the two of you check out a Taiyaki stand together.


✰ - He’s been neglecting you for work lately, and neglecting the RFA as well, so you decided to confront him about it.

✰ - “Saeyoung, maybe you should take a break and we could go out to eat? Or I could make something-” Of course, this gets shut down almost immediately.

✰ - “MC, this is important work, okay? I don’t have time for that.” It reminds you of the apartment and how he pushed his feelings aside for that damn work, it’s like the whole scenario over again.

✰ - “Whatever, Saeyoung, I’m gonna go out and eat by myself, then.” You didn’t hesitate to slam the door. muttering not to follow you.Then heading upstairs towards his garage, getting into one of his cars.

✰ - You called Jaehee and said you were coming to her cafe to eat, explaining to her what happened to Saeyoung, although she didn’t say much about the situation at all.

✰ - On the other hand, Saeyoung was freaking out, tracking where his car went, to hacking into your cellphone, and keeping an eye on the CCTV feed in the apartment’s hallway.

✰ - When you finally returned to the apartment, not ready to go see Saeyoung after he somewhat ignored you, you opened the door to reveal him leaning against it, fast asleep.

✰ - Surprised, you slowly shut the door, noticing the open laptop next to him, with a map with a blinking dot, seeing that he’d tracked you. 

✰ - “Saeyoung, wake up.” Unsure of how to react to this, you gently tried to wake him, and as his eyes flickered open, he pulled you into a hug. “Oof.”

✰ - “Don’t leave me, MC, I’m stupid, I shouldn’t have been such a dumbass to let you leave like that.” Burying his red hair into your shoulder, you sighed, hugging him back.

✰ - “I know.” You kissed him gently, before sitting against the door with him, watching as his face of happiness and relief turn tired once more, his head leaning on your shoulder.

✰ - “I love you.”


✰ - You’ve been living with V for over two months now, and something was genuinely bothering you, the large amount of Rika photos in his home. 

✰ - So, you decided to bring it up with V at dinner one night. “Jihyun, you have a lot of photos of Rika in your home, and um, well it’s making me think your feelings for her aren’t gone.” 

✰ - You weren’t jealous, it just made you uncomfortable, like a replacement for Rika. But you also understood how important she’d been to him, so you’d waited a long time to bring it up.

✰ - “MC, I..” You could tell he disliked bringing it up, the plain expression on his skin. “Shouldn’t we talk about this another time?”

✰ - “Jihyun, I’m not saying to get rid of all the photos, maybe change some, though, like photos of the last RFA party! I’ll help if you want-”

✰ - “MC, really, it’s complicated.” He looks upset about bringing up his former lover, but you also felt second to the female, and sighed, standing up from your seat. “MC? What are you doing?”

✰ - You gave a soft smile, before shaking your head, grabbing your coat from the rack before pulling it on. V stood up as soon as he heard the door open, the outside chill sweeping in.

✰ - “Jihyun, I’m gonna go.” Going to shut the door, you paused, “Please don’t follow me.” And you left the home quickly, sad that it seems you were runnerup to Rika. 

✰ - V: Jumin, I need you to come over to my house immediately. 

✰ - Jumin Han: It sounds urgent, I’ll get Driver Kim to be there in half an hour.

✰ - It was extremely urgent, and V lowkey needed Jumin because he’s kinda blind. Although, some things even V, the blind man, could do better than Jumin. Like take photos.

✰ - MC gets a call from V the next day, explaining that she needs to come back and talk to him, and she agrees to give him a chance to hear what he has to say. 

✰ - You get there and literally can’t find him? So you look throughout the home, except, you have to do a double-take as you enter rooms that formerly held multiple photos of Rika - now framed with you and the RFA members!

✰ - You dialed his number, and hear his phone ringing in the other room, so follow the noise to find him in the bedroom, adjusting a frame on the bedside - an image of you and him, taken by another photographer at the party.

✰ - “It’s us, MC.”

anonymous asked:

Oh I see how it is. Finn finally gets a major tv spot and y’all rush in to make it about rey/o and ruin it for the rest of us. Why can’t you stick to your own damn fandom racist skank



anonymous asked:

Harry fingering you and pressing you up against a wall. He tells you not to come but you can't hold it anymore so you come

Fuck. Am sitting with family and typing this. I hoped for a normal this night, but oh well.

It’s not like you haven’t taken his attitude all evening already. He was an ass all evening knowing he won the bet. He was rubbing it in your face, smirking all throughout while giving you the side looks, always staying in the line of your vision even when you shifted. It was getting to you. It was annoying. 

“What’s my treat tonight?” He asked. 

“A punch, if you don’t shut up!” you said, taking more than required pasta on your plate. 

“But, I haven’t said anything as yet!” He laughed, taking some pasta from your plate. 

“If you weren’t my best friend, I would’ve thrown you off the balcony,” You stared into his eyes, and he just smirked. He never won, and this time he did. 

“Yeah sure, but you wouldn’t have kept the bet if I wasn’t your best friend so, umm treat. I want a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies when we reach home,” He said, getting you a glass of wine. 

“Home?” you frowned. 

“I’m taking you home, baby,” He teased, and you let out a groan. It was going to be a long night. You followed him to the group he was talking to this evening. 

So, Y/N still a virgin?” You coughed, trying to swallow the wine in your mouth. You almost forgot the existence of Kylie. This woman had been on your case since you could remember. You gave her a wide smile, squishing your eyes, trying to brush it off. People and their obsession with some strangers sex life! Harry noticed the entire exchange, not saying anything. “C’mon, you have at least got someone to go down on you!” 

Why was she having this conversation with you? You gave her the fuck off look. Thankfully, others in the group had a better life. “Not even some finger action? You are way sadder than I thought.” 

“Oh really, you think about me? I don’t think about you at all,”  You said not waiting for her to respond something smarter as you walked off, gulping your entire wine. It wasn’t a big deal. It just never happened. You never have a boyfriend, and you’d prefer that the first someone who does touch you will be someone you at least love and not a stranger. Studies and work were one of the few reasons you were successful at 22. Getting a love life could wait, and Kylie was the only one who made you feel desperate. 

“You cool?” Harry asked as you got yourself another glass. “Kylie’s a bitch.” 

“No doubt there,” you said, taking a big gulp. 

“Are you going with Jack on that dinner he asked?” He asked. 

“No, I have a feeling he is racist.” you told him. 

“No, how?” Harry rolled his eyes, “You always do this! Push prospects away!” 

“Prospects?” You laughed, “He said, he found me exotic. And, have you noticed he cracks his neck a lot. Like a lot a lot, that’s not normal.” 

“Oh yeah, that means he is a sex hound,” Harry said, now being sarcastic. 

“You go out with him!” You pushed him, “I want someone normal. Which I feel will never happen cause no one finds me hot. Like look at this dress,” four glasses of wine weren’t leading to a good Y’N. “I have a low cut back and everything,” You said pushing your hair to the side. “And not one guy in here has even flirted with me.” 

Harry gulped, “No like look at the number of single guys around! Not even one. I’m going to die a virgin and alone!” Harry knew it was his fault. People thought Y/N was with him. When asked he didn’t deny either, and he knew more people he than her so, no one wanted to cross him. He knew all that and said nothing. 

“You’re hot,” he said, he had noticed your dress. Then tried thinking of everything else in the world so, he wouldn’t get hard. You were his best friend. He’d like to keep you. 

“Right, how are you controlling yourself then?” You leaning against Harry sitting on the bar stool, almost on his lap wasn’t helping his case either. The world’s worry didn’t make him forget of your shoulder tattoo that he always found a little too sexy, and now, your thigh on his and his crotch so close to yours…he couldn’t help bringing his lips to yours. 

You took it in, Harry was kissing you. You were kissing back as you felt his hand on your neck, moving to your cheek, to bring your closer. You opened your eyes to meet his as he stopped, your lips still close, “I don’t want pity,” you said, climbing off and getting off his lap. He didn’t stop you as you rushed to the bathroom and fixed yourself. “I will not think about this. I’m drunk. It was in the moment. Means nothing. You, you here!” Looking at yourself in the mirror, “Means nothing. Get yourself together!” And you did, all cool you walked out to Harry talking to Michael. 

“Ready to go?” He asked, and you nodded. All cool that it made him frown. 

“Y/N, I need you Friday for the shoot. No one captures it like you do, and I don’t want the second best!” Michael said hugging you. You agreed and followed Harry out to his car. 

“Do you really want cookies?” You asked, in the car. 

“I have no idea why this is up for discussion,” he said seriously and you laughed. “Give me some clothes,” you told him as you walked into his house and straight to the kitchen. The bastard had everything organised. He knew he was going to win. 

You got to work, as saw Harry keep his shirt and pants on the counter and then walk away to change. Not bothering at all, you got your dress off in the kitchen and folded it. This dress didn’t allow a bra, so you were glad that your boobs were now free from the dress as you massaged ‘em a bit taking your time and not realising that Harry was just around the corner, choking on the water he had taken out from the fridge. You wore his big ass shirt, triple both your sizes. Thr pants were too loose and missing the rope, so they just fell down. Huffing you took em off and kept them outside on the sofa. “Go change and help me!” You said as you saw Harry still standing there with wide eyes. You always were comfy around him, so this wasn’t new. 

“Eggs, break em!” You mumbled singing and making the dough. This was your speciality. You could do it drunk, sleepy, sloshed and they always came out perfect. Lost, you didn’t notice Harry come behind you until you felt his hands on your ass. When he didn’t remove em, and kneaded in, “What’re you doing?” It surprised you as you felt kisses on your shoulders, his body now stuck to you. It wasn’t just difficult for him, but you as well. You couldn’t ignore the need of throwing him on the bed and fucking him on the bed. But it just was never said or showed by either, so you thought there was nothing. “Harry…” you said again. 

His hands stopped yours from letting the bowl go, and lock them fingers, as he attacked your neck from behind. You let out a moan, as his teeth bit in, and his hand held both of yours, the other going down your stomach, “Is this alright?” He whispered, in a voice you couldn’t recognise. You nodded, not being able to say anything as his hands went further down to your cotton panties. He always had long fingers you thought, as the temperature increased. This was new to you, and he knew it. He turned you around, and got to his knees, getting under the t-shirt, and kissing your stomach, as he went down below. You pulled your t-shirt off, not being able to hold it as you saw his eyes, looking so green with lust, as his tongue licked your navel, and travelled down. 

Strong hold on your legs, your hands holding on to the counter and you speechless which was a thing he noticed and smirked on, as he took your panties off, “Nice pussy,” he murmurs,”Can you open up for me a little baby,” He said, as your legs softened and spread a little. “Okay?” He asked once again, and you couldn’t find any reason in your head to disagree. He nestled between your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses on ‘em, and you wondered how you could ever not do this before. His tongue travelled up, now right on your clit, his eyes not missing the reaction of your first time. He wanted it to be good, as he mixed his spit with your wetness, amazed at this state he got you in. The always in control Y/N was so soft right now, just for him. 

Any other day, he wouldn’t have believed his luck, but today as he got lost and so involved with you, his mouth all over, and his body tied to your lower half, he was taking everything you offered. A minute later, when he heard you whimper, this feeling absolutely new to you and not a lot compared to your sessions with yourself, he picked you up and threw you over the shoulder. You yelped his name, as he took you to the couch and, immediately pulled your legs apart, to not let the moment get too far. “I like how your clit’s swollen,” he said sucking on it and taking it long and slow. Your knees trembled, and he brought his fingers in, pressing on it, and he went down to your holes. “Let’s try one,” He said, quite lost now in you, as he pushed a finger in, “You like that,” as your cries increased a bit, his fingers were way longer than yours. “Relax, relax,” he said, as you bucked your hips, the pleasure taking control now. He put two in and increased his pace, now faster as his fingers fucked you while keeping his tongue on your clit. No idea how he did it, but you were slowly losing it. 

“I’m…Harry,” You whimpered, He climbed up and, attached his lips on your again, swallowing your moans, his fingers fucking you faster as you held his face. “Close, so close…” 

“Hold it for me a bit, baby,” He asked. Lips travelling down to your neck and back up. His hand, kept your body in place as you trembled, while the other relentlessly didn’t stop from being inside you. 

“Can’t, I can’t…” You said, as you felt your orgasm coming stronger than it had ever before and this was just by his fingers. He giggled, and went down again, as you looked at his sticky fingers which he just pulled out. He slowly put his fingers in his mouth, and you gulped sitting on your elbows. “Sorry…” 

He didn’t respond, as his mouth went back to lick you clean, and you threw yourself back down. You pulled at his hair, to look at you, and he stopped and sat up. You did as well, and climbed in his lap, and tipped his head back and kissed him. His hands held you tight, as you tasted yourself on him. “I won’t be so easy on you next time,” He said, as you kissed down his neck. 

“I can make up with cookies,” You whispered in his ear. 

Not that good, but I’m still getting in my groove. Tell me what you think about and send me more if you have ideas!



xx. theStylesproject. 

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“Auto-Pilot” - h.s. one shot

My friend got engaged to her pilot boyfriend and they’re so happy and he was so cute about it and made the announcement over the intercom as they flew to Bali and they’re so rich ugh and perfect and I don’t know I just had this idea and wanted to continue the trend of Y/N being a successful, confident, and amazing woman and yeah hope you all enjoy yay! 



Harry had never been one to indulge in his riches. Sure, he found comfort in thousand dollar button-ups and Gucci shoes, but if it wasn’t for his rockstar appearance one would hardly find him spending any extra money on the lavish lifestyle he could easily lead. 

And getting a private jet hadn’t even been his idea to begin with. He’d flown on commercial airlines quite often and was used to sitting on a long plane ride for ample amount of time amongst strangers secretly ogling him. But it was the idea of having his own pilot that finally put the last nail in the coffin on his private jet plans. 

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Cookie Time

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader (kinda…you’ll see)

Requested by: Anon - please let me know what you think hope you don’t mind me changing it a bit!

Hi~ could you please make a story where a member of the avengers share a secret stash of rare/limited edition midnight snacks with reader and one day they are caught in the act by the whole team cause they think there is something fishy going on.

A/n: REQUESTS ARE OPEN!  Please support your local Girl Scouts, they are a wonderful organization that teaches young girls to be independent and entrepreneurs.  

You had no idea how T’Challa had managed it. He had managed to get Girl Scout cookies sent to Wakanda for you.  After looking at him in disbelief and demanding to know where he got them, you ran into his arms giving him a big hug.

“It was nothing. I knew you missed home so I thought I could bring a bit of home to you.”  T’Challa had been hiding and protecting you and the rest of Team Cap since all the unpleasantness with Tony.

T’Challa had quickly become on your closest friends, you knew he made a point to look out for you and the others.   You had been in Wakanda almost a year and there was tons of progress on Bucky’s mind.  So much so, he decided to leave cyro.  However this didn’t change things with the government and you and the others were still unable to go home.

You took your stash of cookies and hid them in the cleaning closet in the far hallway leading to the bedrooms.   Only leaving out one box of Trefoils, you head to the living room where you knew Steve and Bucky would be.  You remembered Steve and Bucky talking about tasting the cookies back in the day and both seemed that they were dying to try the cookies once again.

Walking into the living room you find them each on either end of the couch.  Plopping into the space between them you give them both smiles.   Pulling out a cookie for each you handed one to each of them.  You watched as the two super soldiers on either side of you took a bite before letting out twin moans of delight.

Not twenty minutes later the cookies were gone.  The guys beg you for more but you refused to tell them where they were.  “But I am your boyfriend you have to tell me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the expression on Steve’s face.  Getting up to head to bed you laugh as Steve stands to wrap his arms around you and give you a breathtaking kiss, when he finally pulled away you melted into him.

Kissing up your neck and whispering in your ear, you let out a laugh when Steve said “Please tell me where the cookies are”

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The Little Things

Requested By: A few snazzy peeps

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Description: Archie’s dad has gotten shot from the robbery at Pop’s, Archie's in a frantic state and all you want to do is help him like the rest of his friends.

Warnings: It’s kinda sad, but also kinda fluffy?? idk tbh

Word Count: 1,961

A/N: Hello! Remember me?? Yes, it is I.. back from the dead! In honor of Riverdale season 2 starting, I am here to hopefully not bore you to death with this Archie imagine! I’m doing my best to get back into writing, so this is a start, it’s kinda iffy, I don’t think it’s great, but then again, you might think otherwise! Let me know :)) Enjoy.

Originally posted by riverdalesource

So, the story continues. The Mayor’s Jubilee was supposed to change everything, be a new start. But when everyone woke up the next morning, Riverdale was still, at its heart, a haunted town.

Even if it’s a small town that nobody really knows about, nothing goes unnoticed, there’s always the constant feeling that you’re being watched underneath a magnifying glass.

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flower shop AUs

based on things that have actually happened to me working at a flower shop:

  • “someone just died in your family and you came in to order some flowers for their funeral and you’re just crying all alone at the counter and I feel so bad I want to hug you” AU
  • “you keep coming in here and asking for a single red rose and you’re such a regular you just call me on the phone and I have it ready for you when you come in but I’m also very interested who you’re buying all these roses for?" AU (bonus: person B keeps wanting to give the roses to person A but gets too flustered so they just have vases full of roses in their house)
  • "I work here to make some extra money while I go to school and you come in every day, walk around the store, steal a cookie and then leave and I’m starting wonder if you have any food to eat at home so now I’m concerned for your health” AU
  • “the store is dead and I go in the back to water some of the dish gardens and I bust out singing so I don’t hear the door open but when I turn around I see you standing there watching me and you look so good and I’m such a dweeb how could this happen to me?” AU
Exo reaction to fiance running away after finding out they’re in a gang

anonymous asked:

Can I have a au gang of Exo and Bts reaction of their fiancé running away after they found out they their husband’s job is?

Hahahah, I’m happy you were the first person to request an exo reaction, thank you, and here you go <3


Suho’s whole schedule had been packed this week. An unwelcome guest had appeared lately, one that caused a lot of trouble for him. Today though, he had handed all of his work of to a trusted partner, excitedly making his way home to spend some time with you.

You hadn’t been replying to his attempts to reach you lately, his phone void of any message from you since last Wednesday, so as he pulled into the driveway, getting out and walking in, it wasn’t the largest shock in the world to find the place empty.

He made his way around the house, only checking to see if any of your items where there to humor himself. After making sure that it looked like he was a single man living alone, he headed back to the manor, one word gathering everyone before sending the away.

To say he was proud of you for keeping his men searching for a few hours would be an understatement, your ability only making the wine he was sipping taste even sweeter as he waited at the large dining table. Seeing you escorted in, Suho could only smile, a motion for you to sit down at one of the many empty spots followed by you doing so before he spoke.

“I was going to wait to show you the manor till after we got married, but now that you’re here- welcome home.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Xiumin sat at one of the far booths, the aroma of coffee filling the air around him. He waited in the familiar cafe, a small smile on his face as he looked out the window. The shop was on one of the middle floors of a tall building, the people walking along the streets looking small beneath him. He didn’t mind though, his smile turning to a smirk as he could still make out all their features.

At times like these, he was grateful. His well trained eyes giving him the ability to keep his mind busy as he waited for you. After a few minutes, he finally spotted the one he was looking for. A gummy smile spread as he saw you, the casual attire of black jeans and a simple shirt being enough to make him want to jump out the window and hug you. Sadly he would have to wait, your drinks and cookies being prepared at the moment needing him there so they had an owner to go to.

Still, he kept his eye on you. Small chuckles left his mouth when he notice you spotting him, your arm going up in a motion ready to wave before you abruptly stopping. Xiumin watched with a curious gaze as your hand went into your pocket, pulling out at phone before bringing it to your ear.

The once happy smile you wore was gone, a look of panic replacing it for a second before you attempted to hide it. He watched as you started hurriedly walking away from the shop, confusion washing over him as you rounded a corner, leaving his field of sight.

Taking out his own phone, he opened an app he never wanted to use on you, holding the phone up to his ear and hearing the same words you were at the moment.

“He’s lying to you, make your way to my place if you want to be safe.”

That was all he needed before calmly standing up, feet carrying him to the place he knew you were heading to right now.

“This type of work really isn’t something I need right now.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Baekhyun and you had both been out shopping the entirety of the day. Both of your arms were filled with bags upon bags, all the stores putting you at the top of their customer list as you almost bought out entirety of their merchandise. A coffee in his hand and a mango smoothie in yours, he purposely caught you mid sip, relishing in the way you went wide eyed and tried to swallow faster causing your voice to come out in a funny way that only happened in times like these.

“So, which store next?”

“T-that one.” You pointed to an in style clothing shop, one that had outfits matching what you were wearing at the moment. Leading the way in, Baekhyun followed after you, happily choosing some items for you that he knew you would adore.

With your hands full, you made your way to the dressing room, Baekhyung being left to sit on his own and guard your possessions. He waited for you to come out and show him what you were trying on, his favorite part of shopping with you always being when an outfit would fit you so well, other males heads would turn, their faces dropping when they saw you were taken.

In the off chance that one of them would try anything with you, he would give them a look, one he only used while on the job or in dire times- shut as those.

Luckily for him, you were oblivious to that side of him, a side that he was planning on keeping locked up until you were properly his. Still, as you didn’t come out to him as you normally did, he started to get an uncomfortable feeling, one that was all to familiar that told him when something was wrong.

Making his way to where you were supposedly changing, he knocked on the door, easily opening it when he found it unlocked, revealing an empty room without you there. About to turn around in search of you, he heard a buzz, eyes guiding him to the sound where he spotted your phone.

Picking it up, he read the texts, displeased with the words on screen that caused him to curse to himself. Leaving the room and forgetting about the bags outside, he made his way out of the shop, spotting your scurrying form in the mass of people as he did when searching for his target.

“And this is why you shouldn’t be so curious kitten.”

Originally posted by baekoneggyeolk-ed


Jongin had been happy ever since this morning after receiving your text. Even after all the work he had today, moving the body’s from one place to another, cleaning off his blood stained face and disposing of his once white now red button up shirt, the little message and smiley face made him hum a happy tune as he made his way up the path to your shared home.

He had been away for a week, eager to surprise you by coming home early tonight and spending a couple of relaxing days with you before his next call to work. Deciding to knock on the door as to keep the game of the person waiting on the other side as someone else, he looked down at his hand, a wide grin coming on his face as he saw the wedding ring he had been wearing for months.

Not once did he dare to take it off, the small but meaning full item always getting him through the day when things got harsh but as he stood standing there, he realized you were taking far longer to greet him then normal.

Attempting to gain your attention again, he fail, ultimately causing him to pull out his own key and walk inside. The lights were still on, tv playing one of your favorite shows as he walked around in search for you.

“Y/n?” He called out, making his way around the house before reaching your bedroom.

It was a mess, the closet left open with some of your clothing missing. Items were thrown around as if you were looking for something in a hurry. Walking to where your traveling bags normal were, he notice one was missing, a scribbled note left in it’s place written in a way only you did with the words ‘I’m sorry’ 

Breathing out in annoyance, Jongin went back to his car, angry with understanding keeping him calm as he started driving.

“This isn’t the time to be running away from me”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Sehun had just finished his last order for the night, the remnants of the job still prominent on his shirt. He was worn out, ready to just go home and crawl on your lap, your waist seeming very hug-able and inviting at the moment.

The feeling of being on you filled his senses, feet walking a little bit faster to get home. Once he did, the first thing he spotted was the back of your head, eyes glued to the tv as he shouted a quick ‘hello’ before making his way to the bathroom to clean up. 

He took of his shirt in the bedroom, walking to your connected bathroom and stepping into the warm shower. It felt nice against his skin, his muscles being soothed underneath them from the strenuous day. He didn’t stay under the water long though, the want to be with you cutting his time short as he started to get dressed.

Making his way down stairs, he was surprised when you weren’t in your original spot, the guess of maybe she’s in the kitchen leading his feet to the room in question. Once there though, you were no where to be seen.

Sehun started to get nervous at that, his first move being to check the whole house- to which he came up empty. He was about to call your phone, the devise to his ear when he saw something where you were sitting.

Picking up the item, he saw it was his shirt, a knowing thought filling his mind that was only amplified when you didn’t pick up. Sighing, he sat where you were before, pulling up a GPS and before texting your whereabouts to the person who he knew would get to you the fasted.

Turning on your favorite show, he waited patiently, happy when he heard the door open and saw you walk in.

“The new episode of your favorite show just started so- why don’t you take a seat.

Originally posted by worship-exo


Chen had been resting all day, the pain in his side not subduing from the day before. Groaning as he rolled over, he reached out in an attempt to grab you, upset when he felt nothing. Opening his eyes, he saw that it was still dark outside, the time reading 2:19am. He started resting once more, sure that you were just in the bathroom.

Silence filled the air far too long for his comfort though as he decided to get up and see if something was wrong- and to his surprise, there was. You were no where to be found. Grumbling, Chen noticed how some of your items were gone, the overnight bag you owned not in it’s usual spot.

He was annoyed, the usual calm nature he had around you being replaced with his work attitude. Punching a near by wall, he called up a friend.

“Oooo, someones angry.” Chanyeol teased, only to get a large blow to the arm in response. 

“Just drive.” Chanyeol did as he was told, taking Chen to the mansion where he requested for you to be located. In a matter of minutes, you were found, Chen being left to calm down until you came back.

With a drink in hand, he sipped slowly, cooling his head at the thought of you.

“I don’t want to loose her, she’s the only one I would never hurt.”

Originally posted by lawlliets


Chanyeol had pounced on the opportunity to go home early, the box of chicken in his arms slightly burning his skin, making him rush to you that much faster. You had greeted him excitedly when he got home, not expecting him to be there, but welcoming it with open arms.

You both set up a movie, plates of food taking up both of your laps as you ate in comfortable silence. The movie was halfway through by the time you were both done with your meals, a large smile on Chanyeol’s face as he handed it to you. 

Reaching up to give you a kiss, he was shocked when you jerked away. Shaking it off as ‘not feeling good’ he let you go to the kitchen, focus veering from the movie as you took too long to come back

“Y/n?” He called out to you, surprised when you didn’t answer back. Getting up, he made his way to the kitchen, a scowl on his face when he saw the back door open with you nowhere in sight.

Sighing, he walked out the door himself, annoyed at the night as he mumbled to himself.

“A dine and dash- how darling.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Kyungsoo/ D.O

Watching an action movie on his computer, he waited for you to come home. Work had been somewhat harder today, the screams of the people that he had the pleasure of meet still audible in his ears- or maybe that was just the screen.

Easily though, he shrugged the thoughts away, just ready to see you, the only person who could cure him of strenuous days like today. Finishing the movie though, Kyungsoo realized how late it was, a deep frown forming on his face as you should’ve been here by now.

Checking for any missed messages, he pushed the worried feeling down when he saw you had told him you were getting dinner, the reason being good enough for him to start another movie. But as that one finished, he realized something was off, opting to call you and make sure everything way okay.

Only reaching your voice mail, Kyungsoo quickly dialed a number he didn’t want. Hearing the line click, he started speaking, not wanting to speak to this person longer than he needed to.

“Where is she?”

There was a loud chuck, the sound bringing wrinkles to Kyungsoo’s face as his eyebrows came together in frustration.

“Gone you moron.”

Already knowing the true meaning behind those words (storing the information of being called a moron away for a later time) he hung up, dialing a third number of a person who didn’t want to die.

“Find her, or your your life will go back to the hell it once was.”

Originally posted by luedeer


It’s time you knew.

Hi, thank you for sending in this request! I’m not sure if I was able to write Bart properly because unfortunately I have yet to finish watching season two of Young Justice (I kept getting distracted by other things) so I hope this is a tad bit alright? It was fun writing this though so thank you for that! I was supposed to finish this yesterday but I had a lot of meetings to attend as well as trying to settle my major classes and to finish off the night, had an event too! Hope you enjoy reading this!

You should have known that when the doorbell rings at this time during the day – it’s only about 10AM at the moment – it probably would be none other than the visitor from the future (as you have lovingly dub), Bart Allen. Somehow, from what very little Bart has mentioned as well as the rather vague things Bart tries to tell you occasionally, you have managed to deduce that Bart is apparently someone who your older self is close with, in the most platonic sense. You wonder briefly how that happened.

When you open the door, to no one’s surprise especially not yours, Bart Allen is standing right in front of the door, hair tousled nicely and with a smile so bright you almost had to stop yourself from stepping back. You momentarily allow yourself to envy the young speedster – able to run fast, hair looks very nice and tousled and not even out of a breath!

Upon seeing you, Bart grins widely. “Hi, Mrs. T!” Bart greets cheerfully and you step back from the door to allow Bart to walk in to the house. He drops by your place quite often that he practically knows where you keep the cookies, snacks and he can manage himself fine around the house.

Bart glances around the house before looking at you from over his shoulder. “The Mr. isn’t around yet?” Bart asks coyly and you roll your eyes as you close the door. Bart must be feeling cheeky today. “You should probably get around to that, Mrs. T.”

“Cheeky brat.” You roll your eyes and close the door behind you. You pad over to the kitchen and Bart follows after you. “So what’s up?” You hand him a mug and right after Bart picks up the mug from you, the next second he is sitting on the chair by the table, blowing on his hot drink.

Bart continues to blow on his hot drink and once he is satisfied enough, he takes a sip and sighs. “Teas from the past are so nice.” You had to chuckle at that – Bart can be so random at times. “So, are you sure you don’t know how the Mr. is yet, Y/N?”

You shrug your shoulders before turning around to make your own cup of tea, setting out another mug for Jason and Roy to use once they arrive. Just as you finish making your own coffee, you hear the front door unlocking and a moment later, you hear Jason’s voice as well as Roy’s.

“Oh.” Bart’s eyes move from you to the door of the kitchen.

“Why am I not surprise to see you here?” Jason looks at Bart, amused and Roy immediately heads over to your jars on the counter where you keep all your freshly made chocolate chip cookies. He walks over to you and pulls you in to a hug. You giggle and wound your arms around him – it’s been a while since you have last hung out with Jason and Roy, what with the two of them going on missions quite often. “Miss you,” Jason pulls away to give you a smirk.

You laugh before shoving him off of you. “Go make yourself some coffee.” Jason chuckles before reaching for the mug you have set out for the both of them and begin making his coffee. Roy is now holding one of the jars to himself before walking over to you, giving you a one-armed hug. “Did you not have time to eat proper food?” You eye the cookie jar in his arm.

Roy shrugs his shoulders. “When do I ever have time to eat proper food?” He tells you before hip-checking you. You laugh and shake your head before bringing your own cup to the table, taking a seat beside Bart. When you glance at him, he is looking at you expectantly and you almost have to reel back from how intense it is.

“What are you looking at me like that for?” You ask him before taking a sip of your own drink. Sometimes you think Bart is trying to tell you something but instead he just continues to look at you – that is until Jason literally puts his hand in between the two of you so both Bart and you look at him.

Jason is staring down at Bart and Bart grins. “Yo, Mr. T.”

Four things happen right then: you choke on the drink you had been sipping, coughing viciously, Jason is worried about your wellbeing so he places his mug down to rub your back, Bart looks as if he wanted the earth to swallow him whole because his fun is probably now ruined and Roy is just standing there looking at everything unfold with a very confused expression on his face.

“What?” You ask, incredulously as you wipe the corners of your mouth with a tissue. “Can you repeat what you have just said, Bart?” You grab on to his hand before Bart could even make the move to run out of the house and he looks at you skeptically.

Jason stops rubbing your back and turns to look at Bart, narrowing his eyes at the latter. “Speak – now.”

Bart gulps before laughing sheepishly. “Um, the two of you are married and you have kids?”

This time, two things happen. Roy starts coughing very loudly before he guffaws and Jason is staring at Bart in disbelief. You let out a sigh. This is really going to be such a long day. Glancing at Jason, you can see the gears turning in his head and he looks away from Bart to stare at you.

“I mean – it doesn’t really happen anytime soon if it makes any better? Um, what did they call it? Both of you were slow-burn and when you got married, everyone was happy! Your weddings – “ You immediately cut him off.

“Weddings? As in plural?” You look at Bart.

Bart furrows his eyebrows as he tries to remember what happened before. “Yeah, weddings.” He nods his head. “I mean it isn’t as bad as what you’re probably thinking about, Mrs. T, but like you had a very small wedding at first and then one that was simply meant for the world, I guess and you have kids too! They’re – “

Jason, overwhelmed with information, simply places his hand over Bart’s mouth, muffling the rest of the speedster’s words. “Okay, I think that’s enough for one day, Bart – I need to process all of this and I’m sure Y/N would like to process everything too and Roy, can you shut up your goddamn mouth?” Jason exclaims at Roy who up to that point had still been laughing – he had only laughed harder when Bart said the both of you were ‘slow-burn’ – and Roy waves Jason off as he turns back around to make his drink; this is probably one of the reasons why he likes to come over whenever Bart is around.

“Now, I’m going to lift my hand up okay, no more talks about Y/N and my future life together.” Jason tells Bart who slowly nods his head and Jason sighs as he lifts his hand off of Bart’s mouth. Despite his agreement to Jason, you can see the mirth in his eyes so he looks the both of you in the eyes.

“You have two kids by the way; one girl and one boy.” Bart tells you happily and runs out of the kitchen just as he finishes saying that, causing Jason to groan, shaking his head. 

Brother!Kang Daniel

So basically being this fluff ball’s sister would include:

  • he would be your best friend
  • you could tell him every little secret and he would always keep it
  • but sometimes he would tease you about it when you two are alone 
  • if you got upset and he realizes he crossed the line he would be quick to apologize and probably get a small gift 
  • like a chocolate, your favorite ice-cream, a plushie or a key-chain that reminded him of you
  • if you tell him about a crush you got, he would be super supportive and maybe try to talk to the guy for you 
  • but before that he would make sure the guy is good and he won’t break your heart 
  • thinks you’re so adorable and lovable, so he would nickname you something super cute 
  • like “bubbles”, “pumpkin”, “cutie patootie”, “kiddo”, “mini-daniel”
  • would most likely introduce you to his friends, even if he won’t allow you to hang out with them often 
  • if you were complaining how you don’t have a boyfriend he would introduce you to Seungwoo 
  • and you’d be like “um no thanks, he’s like me second brother. but he is also kind of cute” 
  • a super chill brother
  • you two wouldn’t really fight, but I think he would like teasing you most of the time 
  • and make lots of jokes or harmless pranks 
  • he would be the type of brother that helps you sneak out of the house on a school day so you could go to that party you’ve been dying to 
  • “i got your back, don’t worry” 
  • “thanks oppa”
  • “don’t forget to call me if something happens, i will wait for you to come home”
  • he would be really protective of you though 
  • as in “no one messes with my baby sister except for me”
  • he would be super proud of you no matter what 
  • i feel like he wouldn’t tell you often how much he loves you or cares about you only at special occasions 
  • like when he became first in produce 101 and you would congratulate him afterwards
  • “good job daniel, i’m so proud of you”
  • “thanks pumpkin, i missed you a lot” 
  • “yeah, there was no one to annoy at home”
  • “aww i knew you loved me”
  • would always ask you to cook for him or bring him lunch when he is practicing cause he is super lazy 
  • all his friends love you though and often ask Daniel about you
  • so supportive of you and your dreams
  • like if you also wanted to become a singer and you failed an audition he would wait for you with your favorite food and cookies and ice-cream and your favorite movie 
  • and he’d be like “those people are just blind for not recognizing your talent”
  • would give you lots of hugs and always ruffling your hair or pinching your cheeks
  • “aww, my little baby you grew up so much ever since I saw you last time” 
  • “Daniel it hurts, stop doing that” 
  • and he stops, but does it again one minute later cause you’re too cute 
  • you would be quite popular as his sister and even if you didn’t tell people the famous Kang Daniel was your brother, they somehow find out 
  • the annoying part is all these girls trying to get close to him through you and it’s really annoying 
  • so you would complain to him and he’d just shrug his shoulders 
  • “ignore them, i can’t help the fact i’m iressistible”
  • “ew Daniel that’s gross”
  • “Ew DaNiEl ThAt’S gRoSs”
  • and you would start playing fighting which transforms into a tickle war 
  • you two would play video games together all the time and often spend the nights playing either League of Legends or Overwatch 
  • and Seungwoo would be there too cause he is all the time staying over at your house
  • and he would low-key flirt with you and hold your hand as Daniel makes puking sounds in the background
  • “get a room yo” 
  • “get a brain yo” 
  • and seungwoo would be like “damn bro she said it” 
  • and you all start laughing 
  • Daniel would be a really good big brother 
  • and even if you were older than him, he would still act like a big brother to you 
  • so sometimes you gotta remind him who is older between the two of you
Houses Aesthetic

Slytherin: The smell of coffee in the morning, regardless if you’re going to drink it or not. Classy dress and heels one day, torn jeans and combat boots the next. The feeling of leave crunching under your shoes. Finally perfecting your writing to look elegantly beautiful. Green smoothies for breakfast, burgers for lunch. Mumbling the perfect comeback to anyone only loud enough for your friends to hear. Smirking when you know more than anyone else. The laughter you create after a smart remark. Wishing upon a star. Deep poetry you keep to yourself. Beautiful caligraphy. Inside jokes.

Ravenclaw: The sound of a crisp page. Sweaters and sneakers all day, everyday. Making several mugs of tea but forgetting them everywhere because you’re reading. Not being able to tell what is dream or reality. Surviving off of nothing but snacks. Responding to anything with sarcasm. Mindless doodles on your homework. Starting a project but never finishing it. Endearing insults. Writing incredible notes but never using them. Random facts about tv shows The sound of typing. Record players and typewriters. Writing seven different stories at once but forgetting to finish them. Drawing at 1:37 am because you felt inspired. Deep 2 am talks.

Hufflepuff: Hot cocoa with whipped cream. Giggling endlessly over nothing. Wearing whatever you feel comfortable in. Beanies and hoodies and blankets.Taking stealthy pictures of your friends. Finally finishing an essay. Reading inspiring quotes at midnight. Goofing around when no one looks. Somehow always knowing where things are. The perfect gift you know they’ll love. The smell of cookies baking in the oven. Giving the best hugs. The sound of the remote as you scour for some great shows. Staying up all night with a friend having a movie marathon.

Gryffindor: Bright cherry red lipstick. The sound of sneakers hitting the pavement, running. Eating healthy one day then eating every bit of junk in a 100 meter radius. Drinking cold lemonade in the pool. Completing stupid dares. Trying not to bust out laugh in the middle of class. Procrastinating on essays. The feeling of the warm summer air. Showing off to someone you like. Wearing the same shirt two times in a row without anyone noticing. Staying up late on tumblr. Laughing so hard you can’t breathe. Pizza and fries for breakfast, french toast for dinner.

The Sweetest Melody

pairing: philip hamilton x reader
words: 2700
warnings: none i guess unless you count shY PHILIP and this one is just really crappy oh well
summary: reader takes piano lessons from eliza. philip is blown away by her music and the feeling is mutual. this summary explains nothing and i couldn’t find a good gif cri

It had been love at first sight.

From the moment you saw a piano at your church, you knew it was something you wanted to play, to learn, to master. You approached it in awe, your four-year-old eyes shining with childlike wonder. Looking around, you spotted your parents, who were deep in conversation with another couple towards the front door. No one else was around, or so you thought. Straining and reaching with all your might, you managed to get your little legs onto the bench. You looked around, quickly, and hesitantly tapped a key towards the center. A note sounded, abrupt, but it was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, clear and unique. You pressed on the key again, longer, laughing quietly now.

You experimented with different keys, touching ones low down and high up, holding them for different lengths, even doing three at once, which was quite the task for your small little hands. Your parents’ attention had been attracted by now, and your mother came over quickly.

“(Y/N), dear, I don’t know if you should—”

“Mommy, did you hear? L​​​isten!” You tapped out a short melody that you had made up. Your father had come over at this time as well.

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart,” your father said. “Did you make that up yourself?” You nodded happily.

And that is why you started piano lessons two years later, as soon as your parents could afford to get you a piano and find you a teacher. It took them longer to do the latter, as you had specific standards that you delivered to them in a list. “She has to be kind and funny,” you said. “And she has to like me and want to help me get better.” Your parents could barely hide the twitching in the corners of their mouths as you gravely ticked off all the qualities your teacher needed to have. However, they looked around to see who was teaching locally, and they found you a perfect fit.

A Mrs. Elizabeth Hamilton.

You were very excited for your first lesson. Your parents dropped you off at the door and you raced inside, Mrs. Hamilton greeting you. “(Y/N)! How are you, dear?” she cried, giving you a big hug. She smelled like cookies and the flowers in your front yard—peonies, weren’t they? As she led you into her living room, you stopped short in awe. A beautiful grand piano was sitting in the corner, glistening and sleek. It was huge, but you resolved not to let that get to you. She laughed, her bell-like voice sounding in your ears, and once you had recovered from your initial shock, she sat you down on the bench and pulled up a chair next to you.

“Now, (Y/N), this is what I do with everyone for their first lesson. We won’t be playing anything today, but we’re going to get to know each other.” Your face had dropped when you heard you wouldn’t be touching the beautiful keys, but you brightened when you heard the alternative. You loved Mrs. Hamilton already, and couldn’t wait to get to know her more.

She asked you things like how old you were (six), if you were excited to start lessons (yes!), what made you interested in piano (everything; she chuckled at that), and if you had any siblings (no, but your mother was pregnant and you hoped it was a girl). “Now it’s time for you to ask me things,” she said. Ask anything and I’ll most likely answer it.“ You thought hard for a second, then said,

"Do you have any kids?” She smiled.

“I have one right now. His name is Philip and he’s just your age.” You beamed.

“Is he here?”

Mrs. Hamilton frowned. “Yes, but he’s very shy. He’s most likely just in his room like he usually is during lessons. He only comes down when it’s time for him to practice, which is right after your lesson.” You responded with a rather disappointed oh and then asked her about her husband. He was a lawyer and worked for one of the most successful law firms in downtown New York City, which had a daily hour-and-a-half commute. Her father was an important politician as well. It seemed that your new piano teacher was not only sweet but successful.

Your parents heard glowing reviews of how your lesson went and how your teacher was. However, even through all your excitement, you still wanted to meet Philip Hamilton. Your childish desire to make friends your age burned brightly, and every time you went, you kept an eye on the doorway for a peek of him. However, he stayed hidden. The only trace of him you ever got was a small snatch of his voice. Humming. You were too young to question why he didn’t show up. You just figured that he was very shy and left it at that.


Nine years had passed, and you still went to Mrs. Hamilton every Monday, rain or shine. You were her favorite student, or so she said, and you had been going to her for lessons longer than anyone else she taught. Of course, having played for nearly your whole life, you were very advanced and were playing some of the most difficult classical pieces she had. This week, you were working on the third movement of the “Moonlight” Sonata by Beethoven. You were unbelievably excited because he was your favorite composer and you loved that particular work. It took some work, but you quickly caught on and could play it beautifully. You launched yourself into her house emphatically.

“Hi, Mrs. Hamilton!”

“Hi, Sunshine!” That quickly became her nickname for you as you were always happy and bright when you sat down at a piano. “You ready to go today?”

“Yes, ma'am!” you cried excitedly. “Wait ‘til you hear me play my Beethoven!”

“Warmups first,” she smiled, and you faked a sigh.

“If you insist.”

You stretched your fingers out, cracking your knuckles.

“Ready? Go!” she said, and the two of you began counting in French as you began to play scales. It was something unique that she did, that she’d always done. You thought it was incredibly cool and learned the numbers quickly.

“Sept, huit, neuf,” you finished, and Mrs. Hamilton applauded.

“Well done!” she cried. “Now, let’s see how your Beethoven is going.”

You smiled and picked up your sheet music. Taking a deep breath, you started playing, counting out the measures silently in your head.

She listened to you for a while, then stopped you. “Beautiful!” she said. “But go back to that measure. These notes are supposed to be legato.” She pointed to a group of notes and had you play it until you got it right. “Perfect! Keep going!” You played the rest with relatively small mistakes. But when you finished, Mrs. Hamilton wasn’t looking at you. She was looking at the doorway with a confused expression. She put her forefinger to her mouth and suddenly got up and tiptoed to the door.

“Aha!” she cried. “Found you!” You raised an eyebrow.

She came back into the room, this time with a boy in tow. “This,” she said, “is my oldest, Philip. Philip, say hello to (Y/N). It’s taken you long enough.”

Your eyes widened and you looked awkwardly down at your sheet music. Philip loosened himself from his mother’s grip, frowning slightly. “Hi, (Y/N),” he said to the floor, quietly. All you could see was a tall, strong frame and a face covered by chocolate ringlets.

“Hi, Philip.” He looked up at the sound of your voice and pushed his hair out of his face. You were awestruck for just a moment.

You had seen Mr. Hamilton before, and Philip seemed to have inherited the best traits of both his parents. He had big brown eyes, defined cheekbones, and, surprisingly, a face sprinkled with freckles. They reminded you of stars. And, of course, his hair framed his face in ringlets, a loose curl coming to a stop just above his left eyelid. He was the best-looking boy you’d ever seen.

“Philip, would you care to tell (Y/N) why you were listening to her every note?” His eyes widened as he looked at his mother and he bit his lip nervously.

“Um…well…” he seemed to be rendered speechless, and a bloom of red was spreading across his freckle-dusted cheeks. The reddish tint just served to define his already prominent cheekbones, and you had to breathe deeply to suppress yourself from blushing as well.

“You…uh…sounded really good. It was the best I’ve heard anyone play that song, actually. And Mom’s had a lot of people do it.” Now you really did blush.

“It wasn’t that good,” you said, then inwardly kicked yourself at the stupid response. Wow, I bet he hates me already, you thought. Your fingers began to tap out a scale on your leg, a nervous habit you had acquired.

“Yeah, it was,” he responded, with a shy grin. “You sounded better than I ever have.”

Mrs. Hamilton observed the exchange with a small grin on her face. “Well, dear, your lesson is over,” she told you. “Wonderful work!” She handed you the music for next time, and you went out into the foyer to put on your shoes. You intentionally spent a long time tying up your shoes. You wanted to hear Philip play.

He sang in French along with his mother, and your eyebrows shot up. His voice was—well, the only way you could describe it was pretty. It never wavered and was sure, confident. But if you were impressed by his voice, all thoughts of it were swept away when you heard him play. You recognized the song—Prelude No. 1 in C Major. A piece by Bach. Your jaw dropped and you were motionless for a moment. But you shook yourself a minute later. You couldn’t draw suspicion, and you reluctantly stepped onto the pretty, flowered porch, closing the door behind you.

Philip never hesitated to come in now. You had told him that you didn’t mind if he listened to you play. If it made him happy, he should do it.

When you came back a few weeks later, Philip was in the living room, engaged in a heated argument with his mother.

“But, Mom, that’s just creepy! Why would she do that? I don’t even know her!”

“Philip, you’ve been listening to her play for five years!”

You nearly dropped your music.

“Mom, that means nothing! I’ve just been listening to her because she’s the most talented person I’ve ever heard. Even if I tried not to listen, it wouldn’t work! Her playing just…draws me.”

You had to sit down at this point, your mind too numb to start untying your shoes.

“Then you shouldn’t have any problems with doing this. Just do it for me. Please? I might even have you two play at the next recital.”

A sigh. “Fine.”

You heard her coming and quickly ran to the door, pretending like you had just come in.

“Hi, Mrs. Hamilton!”

“Hello there! Have I got a surprise for you!” she exclaimed, excited.

“Really? What is it?”

“I was talking with Philip, and he’d be willing to play a duet with you for the next recital! Would that be okay?”

“Uh—sure! Yeah! That’d be great!”

“Oh, wonderful! Come in!”

You took off your shoes quickly and entered the living room. Philip was already sitting on the bench, looking worried. He looked up when he saw you, his face reddening again.

“Hey,” you said. He responded likewise. Mrs. Hamilton bustled around, gathering music and laying it in front of the two of you. After she was satisfied with the arrangement of everything, she clapped her hands.

“Go ahead!”

Philip looked at you and shrugged. You shrugged back and began to play.

The song was pretty, a piece by Strauss. It required yours and Philip’s hands to cross often, and you bit your lip in equal parts concentration and nervousness. Every time your wrists touched, sparks went up your arm and you had to work hard to keep yourself from falling behind. It seemed like forever, but you neared the end. Philip finished his part, and you played the last few chords. You looked up, breathless, and grinned at him. He smiled back, a crooked, laughing quirk that sent your heart racing and leaping into your throat, an expanding in your chest, a good hurt.

Mrs. Hamilton looked on. She saw the way Philip smiled at you, how he followed your every movement as you finished out the song. Something deep within her, something maternal, was grieving silently. Her son was growing up. He was already taller than his father and just as strong. She knew it would be a matter of time before he began to be interested in girls, and she was overjoyed that he seemed to have chosen you as the object of his affections, but that one part of her ached.

“That was beautiful,” she cried, blinking away a tear. “I’ll definitely have the two of you perform that at the next recital.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Hamilton,” you said.

“I have to find you some music,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” However, something in her eyes told you that she was leaving the two of you for a different reason. Her skirts disappeared from the doorway, and you and Philip were alone with your silence. You looked shyly up at him, but he was fiddling with his hands, weaving his fingers in and out of each other.

“You did really good,” you said, at the same time he blurted, “I have something to say.” You both were startled for a second, but then you laughed and he cracked a grin, which made your heart jump all over again.

“Go ahead,” you told him. He nodded and took a deep breath.

“All right. You’re probably going to think I’m strange, but please, just hear me out.” You watched him intently.

“I’ve always been shy. I’ve never liked meeting people because I’ve always thought they wouldn’t like me. But that changed when I first saw you come here for lessons, about five years ago. I was looking out the window of my bedroom and I saw a car pull up and you stepped out. I could see you well enough that I could form the opinion that you looked like such a friendly, approachable person. I just wanted to be your friend.

"Every week after that, I watched you come in and get picked up. You always had a huge grin on your face and greeted your parents with a wave and a lot of happiness. It wasn’t until five years ago that I realized I had fallen in love with your smile. That’s when I became interested in your music. When I heard you for the first time, I was blown away. It made sense that someone with such amazing energy and optimism could create equally wonderful music. I’d never talked to you; I was too shy, but just the same, I had the biggest crush on you.

"I knew you’d never even seen me, but I couldn’t help but fall in even more. I’m just grateful I got to meet you after all these years. You’re as wonderful a person as I’d imagined you’d be.” He fell quiet then, and you stared at him in shock.

“Oh my god.”

He looked devastated. “I’m so sorry! I just thought you would want to know. I’ve probably ruined everything now, haven’t I?” He put his head in his hands.

“Philip, no,” you told him, gently prying away his fingers. “It’s probably stupid since I haven’t known you for very long, but I feel the same way. Ever since I was six, I wanted to meet you. And you’re everything I thought you would be.” His eyes widened and he looked at you in disbelief.



Philip took your hand.

And outside the door, in the kitchen, Mrs. Elizabeth Hamilton smiled through her tears. 

Acting Your Age

Title: Acting Your Age

 Summary: When you run off to do some errands, leaving your husband Thorin and the little Fili and Kili alone at your house, you don’t expect to return to the sight you see.

 Warnings: None?

 Masterlist of FanFiction

Originally posted by tinysofia

 It was a cold winter’s day in Ered Luin.  The snow was gently falling over the land, the wind was slight, but still could cut through any amount of layers you wore, but it was peaceful.  You would have liked to stay at home, curled up with your husband and nephews as Thorin spoke of stories of old, but you had a more important mission to go on.  

Fili and Kili, both under the age of ten had given you that look, that pleading puppy look when they asked if they could have some hot chocolate while their uncle told them a story.  It was so sweet and innocent, so of course you said yes…but you didn’t realize you were out of the ingredients, so out you went.  Thorin was in charge of keeping the boys entertained and distracted while you slipped away quickly.

It only took about twenty minutes, if that, to get the ingredients and get back home.  But even still, nothing could prepare you for what you saw.  

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SupermanMondayCheezy PouffsBaconStumblingTrail Mix …  PunchFridayPreparationUncle MudlerNormalBackseatMudler-senseThe FBIUnthinkablePatience … Elephant Jokes


The next three days were a blur for Scully. She had to leave Mulder home with Maggie as well as the children, scared and scarred but attempting to front with a calm that gave them away as frightened of their own shadows and everything else in the world. The four parents couldn’t get home without paying exorbitant amounts of money and dealing with three days of layover/circuitous route travel so it was Sam, brave heart and soul, whom, that first morning after Scully went to work, spoke for the group, relaying the firm and utterly untrue message of ‘we are fine and we will see you when you get back.”

Maggie watched him deliver his lie to speakerphone-anxious parents, then hang up, tears shining but unfallen as he sniffed hard, turning to regard everyone shorter than him, “we’re gonna stop crying about our parents. They are on vacation and they need it so we’re gonna let them stay on it. Understand?”

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