i just had to make something cheerful

Them finding out you are pregnant with their child


Originally posted by spiderholland

  • actually melts
  • “Are you for real!?”
  • you show him the pregnancy test
  • And you assuring him that he will be a great father
  • “Peter, we are not naming our child Tony”
  • “I’m just saying-”
  • “No.”
  • Deciding to tell Aunt May
  • She is really happy and supportive 
  • “I mean, the making process was fun ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ”


Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

  • will not stop smiling
  • “Are you even listening to me?”
  • Not even a single worry
  • And when you get insecure as a mother, he will be there to tell you that you are just fine
  • The Avengers freaked out, but Tony just smirked
  • “I heard you that night”
  • You got to paint the baby room together
  • “It was the most fun I've ever had”
  • “It’s because I was there”
  • Everything went smoothly as if you planned it


Originally posted by itsyourboystiffyliveat

  • As if he didn’t have enough kids at the manor
  • “Oh shit”
  • You’d be in tears because you were scared that something will go wrong trough out the process 
  • But of course, he was there to help you cheer up
  • “I will take care of it as if it was mine, Miss [Y/N]”
  • “I think I'll be fine Alf.”
  • You wanted to make sure the child didn’t find out about the bat
  • it ended up as the sixth robin…


Originally posted by fireworkofdec

  • As if you weren’t freaking out to tell him
  • he seemed angry to you for some reason (that wasn’t true ofc)
  • but that quickly escalated to a tight hug
  • “I’ll make sure this child lives the best life possible”
  • you had to go furniture shopping together 
  • You were both so happy when you saw the decorated room after so much work went over it
  • You imagined the small child running around
  • After it was born, you both tried to get time and take care of it
  • you would read her/him stories to bed
  • all your insecurities flew away


Originally posted by varied-marvels

  • O boi
  • How did that happen  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • IT’S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE SEX EVERY WEEK OR ANYTHING  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • you tried to be serious, but Tony wasn’t at all
  • he just kept smiling and giggling like the giggly bitch he is
  • but you still love him
  • “Okay so….what are you doing”
  • “I’m planning the-”



Anon said: Jealous smut with yoongi from bts???

A/n: hope you like it  - cupcake

You ate the popcorn out of the bowl watching the boys as they played video games. "You guys are so boring I swear" you woke up Yoongi who was sleeping against your chest “not you baby” you gently patted his head

“Eww” Jungkook replied without taking his eyes off the tv

“Says the one” Yoongi sat up rubbing his eyes “can we do something else” your sighed watching Tae and Jungkook rapidly pressing the controller buttons

“Do Yoongi , if you’re so bored” you looked at Jungkook wide eyed 

“JEON FUCKING JUNGKOOK” you got up, Jungkook pressed the last button winning the game and running off . “I SWEAR” you ran after him.

A few minutes passed and you came back into the sitting room holding Jungkook by the ear "Y/n stop!!“ Jungkook whined , making Yoongi turn "no” he was going to say something then he got interrupted by Jin

“Now if you’re done bickering can you help me” you both nodded and Jin handed you a list “go buy these so I can make dinner” you and Jungkook headed to the door bickering about something. You and Jungkook had a weird relationship, you both were best friends for forever . Literally you both met in preschool , but most people thought you two were enemies because you always bickered. Plus he was the one who introduced you to Yoongi. Without Jungkook you wouldn’t be with Yoongi.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP JUNGKOOK” you smacked his arm while walking down the street

“What I’m just being honest” he laughed to himself , you pouted and he hugged you “ cheer up, I’m just joking" 

Yoongi looked through his phone as Jin screamed at Namjoon for cheating , while Taehyung joked around with Hobi. Yoongi was going to leave his phone then he got a message, it was from a friend:

Jay: are you and Y/n a thing?

He paused for a second , wondering why he would ask that

Yoongi: yeah…why?
Jay: oh because 

Jay: I saw Jungkook with her earlier 

Yoongi: and? He’s just tying her laces

Yoongi looked at his phone before tapping into your chat

Yoongi: y/n?
You: yeah
Yoongi: where are you and Jungkook


Yoongi: come home right now

“Jungkook hurry up” you called out as he looked through a variety of ice creams 

“Why, just a second ago you said take as much time as you want” he groaned picking out the vanilla flavour as it was the only one he could afford right now.

“Unless you want to get punished by Yoongi, then you can take as much time as you wan-” he picked you in a bridal carry and dumped all the groceries onto your stomach. He half ran half walked to the counter paying for the stuff. He dumped the groceries back onto your stomach rushing out the door. “What the fuck Jungkook let me down” you grabbed the ice cream before it fell

“You’ve got tiny legs we’re not going to make it on time” you were going to argue with him but he wasn’t wrong

The door slammed open , and bam “Ouch!” You rubbed your head which Jungkook smacked against the door

“Sorry” he dumped you onto the couch where nobody sat “sorry” he repeated again

“Finally! I thought you weren’t  going to come back” Jin joked “now help me cook” you and Jungkook carried the groceries into the kitchen 

Dinner was nearly down, you stole glances at Yoongi who stood at the door watching you and Jungkook playing around. He didn’t say anything tho. “Jungkook stop” you giggled while trying to get Jungkook away from you

“Why what are you going to do” he joked , but Yoongi didn’t take it as a joke. He walked off , slamming his rooms door, causing Jin to look at you

“I think I should..you know go” you pointed at the direction of Yoongi’s room and the boys nodded 

“Just don’t fight again” you nodded and left. 

“Yoongi?” You were going to knocked on his door but the door opened. You looked in to see Yoongi not there. You walked in cautiously , not trying to mess up anything. You didn’t get why he was so pissed , all you were doing was hanging around with your best friend . What’s wrong with that?

Then Yoongi appeared out of nowhere , slamming you against the door with his hands on both your shoulder “Yoongi..” you whispered looking into his eyes which were full of anger

“Hanging out with Jungkook is fun huh?” He said with an aggressive tone , making you gulp 

“Baby…” you couldn’t utter anything else due to fear

“Answer me! Is Jungkook better then me? Is that why you spend so much time with him not me?!” He shook your shoulders waiting for a response . You looked down at the floor, you didn’t want him to feel that way. You tried to look at him but you were too scared , he was never this angry with you. You didn’t know what to do. “Bet you’ve had so much fun with Jungkook right?” “Answer me bitch! How did he touch you?!” “Like this?!” You gasped as he suddenly rubbed your core with his fingers, while planting rough kisses on your collarbone surely going to leave a mark. He kissed you passionately on the lips .

His hands traveled down your back squeezing your butt, lifting you up . You wrapped you legs around his waist with your fingers tangled in his hair. He walked over to his bed , throwing you onto it. 

He bit his lip before crawling on top of you. He lifted up your shirt and you didn’t hesitate to take it off, then he starting to plant kisses on your collarbone, and then planting butterfly kisses on your stomach and chest . You played with the rims of his shirt , taking it off. He then started to unbutton your pants, leaving you in your bra and underwear.

 He swiftly took them off “you’re so beautiful” he whispered  flashing you a lazy smile, when you avoided his heated stare and slightly brought your arms to cover your chest , a pout formed onto his face. He gently tugged your arms away , shooting you with a reassuring smile, lowering his head to where your arms previously were. 

He swirled his teasing tongue playfully around your nipple causing you to arch your back , gripping onto his hair. He fumbled with the leather belt that kept his jeans secure around his slim hips. When he got out of his boxers, the heat in the room raised rapidly and the air lingering with the scent of sex. Yoongi looked down at you as you eyed his member. He quickly put on a condom , not trying to waste time. The tip of his member placed flat against your clit, and slowly started to push his length to your tight clit. You both moaned in sync, arching your back up as you took in the newly found pleasure in your lower region. Whines escaped your parted lips as Yoongi sped up his pace. 

Your mouth agape and your chest heaving as he endlessly pounded into your beaten core. Desperate pants erupted from your throat as your walls tightened rapidly around his member as sign that you were close to reaching your climax

“Yoongi I’m close” you managed to say, hands wandering down his back, digging your nails into his soft flesh , scratching down in attempt to ease the pleasure. 

“Me too babygirl” he grunted in response his thrusts slowed down. Thrusting into one last time , he pulled out of you. He flashed your his famous grin , laying onto your arm. 

“I’m sorry” you apologised as he hugged your body

“Apologise accepted” he giggled 

“Well I guess they’re not coming for dinner” Jungkook murmured to himself , walking away from Yoongi’s bedroom door “I need holy water”

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Fluff, smut, smut with feelings, biting kink (idk how that got in there)

Words: 3,326

A/N: It’s been too long and I apologize profusely, please take this as a peace offering :)) I reallly like this one :)

Originally posted by heytheredeann

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Pairing: Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Summary: You walk into your home one day to find your cat walking on two feet, in a human form.

Originally posted by nochuie

Words: 2.5k

You kicked the door shut after trying your best to get it opened with your unavailable hands that carried the heavy groceries. With a grunt you managed to reach for your cross body and throw it over the couch while making your way to the kitchen to put down and organise all the things you bought.

You had a simple life, a twenty years old girl who’s trying to make a living in this cruel world. Your parents had passed when you were young and ever since then you had to make your own money, be it from taking extra shifts at the cafè you worked in to working at McDonald’s where you used to visit when your parents were alive and wonder why people wanted to work there when most of the customers were absolute garbage and the atmosphere is unforgiving and suffocating. You had come to the realisation that those people didn’t have a choice because after all you had bills and a degree to pay for.

You would describe yourself single, you and your boyfriend broke up about a year ago, you would be really upset and heart broken if he wasn’t a douchebag and a selfish piece of shit or maybe because you only dated for a few months and realised he wasn’t the one for you.

You would say that you’re living in this apartment alone but you had a cat, a male adorable Scottish fold with the fluffiest fur ever. He was the only thing keeping you going through your hard times, he would always come and rub his head onto your feet when you arrive home, he always wanted your attention and would would beg and purr for your pettings just like he is now.

You crouch down to run your fingers through his adorable ears with the biggest smile sprawled onto your face, you can never help it when he looks at you like that. Only if a real man can actually look at you like this.

“Hi Kookie” you said while stretching each syllable out of adornment.

“How have you been? Were you being a good boy?” You said while peppering his fur with kisses near his ear and neck which earned you a lot purr and a lick from him.

Your cat wasn’t the typical cat that scratched at its owners if they touched him or pet him too much, yes he would get fiesty sometimes but most of the time he was peaceful and understanding. When you cry, you would find him at your lap looking as sad as you or dragging a toy in your direction in hopes that if you see him play around attend to your commands that you would feel mused and feeling better. You swore that he’s not a normal cat.

You carried him in your arms after organising everything in place. You headed to your room and put him into your bed where you would walk to your wardrobe to get a change of clothes. You took of your shirt followed by your bra, you didnt need to be suffocated at home wearing these merciless boob imprisonment outside was bad as it is, you put your head and arm through your tank top and changed your jeans into your matching pyjama shorts.

You liked to lay down in bed and pet your cat when you came back from a long day in attempt to gather a bit of energy to get up and try to make dinner. Kookie must be starving yoi thought as you patted at your lap to get your cat to come to you, which he obviously did you could swear that he liked being there maybe a little too much. You didn’t like your cat eating processed smelly canned food that they scam people with at the market, when you first got your cat 7 years ago, you didn’t have much money to get him special cat food and you would feed him whatever you were eating which he actually found much better than canned food that you bought for him when you finally earned money, he refused to eat it and you decided to never feed him it again.

“Sometimes, I wish you can speak to me” you said while rubbing his right ear between your thumb and pointer, he liked it the best when you petted his sweet tiny ears like that.

“I just feel silly when I speak about my day for hours when you probably can’t understand anything I’m saying apart from the word food” you laughed at yourself. Strangely your cat growled and it almost sounded like a scoff, did you just offend your cat?!

“Sorry. But you know im going to talk about my day either way” you shot him a sweet smile. He settled his head between his stretched paws that laid on your stomach.

“I… I think I’m going to quit” you said slowly. You didn’t expect your cat to understand the kind of world you live in. You are a hard working person but you can barely manage doing notes for class when you had two jobs like that, besides neither paid well for the long hours you worked. You though of quitting your job at McDonald’s because it was tough and was a complete crap of a job and the shifts you worked could spare you an entire night that you can use studying or maybe in the future, spare that time to work for someone who pays well.

“I’m just tired you know? I feel like my brain cells are dying when I work there. The people treat you so horribly, when I work late at night and go to clean the dirty tables I get groped and it feels disgusting. The smell is disgusting and I dont even comment on how bad the food  we sell it. I feel so bad for selling people something that will reduce their life span” you sighed.

“I guess I really had enough, huh?” You said while picking up his left ear and massaging his head. The cat infront of you seemed to have understood you and gave you a pity look, which had quickly changed to what you could make out as annoyance and anger. Why are cats so weird yet absolutely beautiful.

“I guess it’s queue for dinner” you cheered,

“Grilled chicken? Or that salmon I just bought from the market baby?” You asked as if your cat would answer. You knew he would probably like salmon better and honestly, you were craving some salmon and a good beetroot salad.

The cat had followed you to the kitchen when the smell of fish showered your entire home. Of course you thought, what a typical cat he is.
You noticed as he gets closer to you as you grill the salmon on the hot surface, he had wrapped your calf with his tail while looking up to you which made you squeal at his cuteness but remembered how dangerous it is for him to be close to an oven.

“I love you Kook but you have to go away, it’s dangerous here” you said before reaching for the fridge and taking out the rest of the ingredients necessary for the dish.

You had spent the rest of the night eating your dinner and watching a movie play on your TV with your beloved cat. You were feeling pretty tired and chose to end your night after emailing your boss at McDonald’s not to expect you at work anymore, you finally chose to quit but you weren’t sure if you were ready for the consequences. It’ll be okay, you whispered to yourself before shutting your eyes and brain to sleep.

The next morning, you woke up before he did like any other normal day. You headed to the bathroom and got ready to get ready for your classes, you would normally make food in the morning and put it down in a bowl so that when your cat is hungry it can eat while your not home, but as you quit your job at McDonald’s, today consisted of going to classes and coming back home early.

You made some coffee and put down a small breakfast for your cat incase it woke up before you got home but you doubted it since you’re going to come back within 3 hours and he’s showing no sign of wanting to get up any time soon. Smiling, you wore your winter coat and wrapped your neck with your favourite soft scarf and headed outside to start your day.

Classes were the same, difficult but manageable with effort anf effecient note taking, which you clearly havent done enough of. You didn’t make friends with the people that are in your course because you simply didnt have enough time to, but they all seemed somewhat nice you guessed.

Once the class was over you had a small break before the other one begins and you headed to the local university cafe for some coffee in attempt to really wake up. You waited in the queue to order your coffee, it was only one man with a slightly grey hair in front of you. You assumed he was one of those obnoxious frat party boys who dyed their hair a different colour every weekend. You rolled your eyes when you heard him ordering the same drink you were going to.

“Hi. Can I get a caramel machiatto please?” You asked of the barista, who nodded and asked for your name and the money, which of course you had given before you proceeded to wait for your drink. You had realised that the man in front of you was gone, that was quick you said before taking the drink that was placed on the table in front of you, that had said caramel machiatto on it.

You had sipped some before the same man reappears infront of you. Why was he here you said before turning away, only to hear your name and the drink you ordered being called out by the barista.


You turned around, and met the man again but this time, he was facing you and dear God, he was gorgeous. So unreal that you’d think he was an anime character. And you might have embarrassed yourself by taking his drink.

“Sorry, i thought you took your drink and left and I didn’t bother to check the name on the cup” you said shyly.

He took the drink placed on the table and turned it around before sipping it.

“No worries. Y/N” he said. He knew you?

“Um… Do I know you” you said confused.

“If that was a pick up line… You could do much better” he chuckled.

“Ahh.. not that. Its just you knew my name and I’m not much of a social person is all” you laughed as crismon stains your cheeks. You weren’t sure if you said that out of confusion or admiration and wanting to keep talking to him.

“The cup says your name” was all he said before giving you a smile.

“Right! Sorry again” you said,

“No problem at all” he said, before you left the cafe and continued to your class.

You were on your way home after that incident and you were smiling like a fool. At least we go to the same university, we’ll probably meet again, you thought. You didn’t know that this was not the only unexpected thing to happen today because as you turned the lock of your home open, you were met with a naked man.

“What the fuck?!” You screamed after taking in the scene right infront of you.

He wasn’t just one naked man, no he had what appears like cat ears and a fluffy long tail that you can mistake as your cat’s. You didn’t dare to look down and met his eyes, he was clearly as freaked out as you are, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. The more you looked into his eyes the more they resembled your cat’s that you stare hours in every night. You can never mistake any detail regarding your cat but this? This is insane!

“What are you doing in my house?!” You tried to be calm, not knowing how to deal with this situation. Was he a pervert with some strange kink, going to peoples homes and freaking them out like that?

“You’re home early” he said with a shrug, his voice sounding like the sweetest melody. When you fathomed what he just said you took a step back in shock. What the hell was that.


“Who are you?!” You tried to stay calm and collected.

“Really Y/N? You can’t tell how your cat looks like?”


“Thank God you found out this way, I was getting tired of having to stay in that stupid cat form and eat out the small bowl you would put my food in” he said annoyed.

This is not your cat. The man in front of you is definetly someone mental.

“If you think I’m gonna believe this then your out of your fucking mind” you retaliated.

He moved forward towards you before he shut the door forcefully and pinning you on it. He smirked before saying

“I can make you believe me”

He took your hand and placed them on the familar ears, they felt and looked just like your cat’s. You couldn’t help but rub them and the man in front of you leant towards your hand and purred.

You couldnt deny the fact that this pretty much is your actual cat in human form. All the memories of appearing naked and changing clothes in front of him rushed in your mind. You smacked your self mentally and stayed away from Jungkook. Yeah that was the name you had given your cat that you’d usually call Kookie.

“Why are you running away from me now?”, he said confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re human” you ignored him.

“Because im not” he said as if it was obvious.

“You know what I mean. You’re a hybrid, same thing” you said sighing.

“Because like you are now, you’ll distance yourself from me” he looked down, all the smug that was on it disappeared. You sighed again, you’d never leave your cat. He was your life and you’ve even wished that he could talk to you. Your wishes had come true.

“Kookie” you said before making your way to him, his ears perked up and so did his head in attempt to look at you.

“I’d never leave you. You know that” you said as you took your fingers to push through his ears like you always do. He purred again and placed his arms around your waist while he rubbed his head into your chest.

“I-I always wanted to do this… have you between my arms instead of the usual way around” he said and you smiled.

“I do feel weird about it, but I could get used to it” you smiled.

A/N: I want to make this into a series but I wasn’t sure how many people would want that. If you do, don’t hesitate to submit a request!

Stealing Sweaters (Part 10)

harry the oblivious idiot, i love that lol

If you’re new to the series start here! Links to the other parts on the bottom.

Harry sighed and looked through his trunk again, in case he had missed something the first three times he had looked but no such luck. All his hoodies were gone. He stood, letting his trunk fall closed with a clunk and went over to his bed, pulling up the sheets and looking underneath. He hadn’t worn any of them for ages not since things had started to go bad with Draco. He winced at the thought and the ache lodged firmly in his chest tightened.

“Lost something?”

Harry looked over at Neville, “My hoodies.” he frowned faintly, “but it’s fine. I’ll just wear one of my knit jumpers.”

Neville tipped his wand up, the fine mist that had been spraying over his plants stopped. He murmured and incantation and looped his wand over the little collection of plant, encasing them in a bubble like a miniature greenhouse. “Why not just steal one of Malfoy’s?” he suggested, “He’s always stealing yours after all.”

Harry grimaced, looking over at Draco’s empty bed, “No. We’re not… on good terms.”

Neville’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, “You two had a fight? Well, I’m sure you’ll work it out.” He looked over his plants again and gave a little nod before turning away, “Do you want anything from the kitchens?”

Harry shook his head, smiling weakly, “No thanks.”

Neville left and Harry realized he was still staring at Draco’s bed and pulled his eyes away. He stopped though when he noticed a green jumper laying over the end of Draco’s bed. It was darker than Slytherin green and was finely woven, unlike his jumpers from Molly.

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I know it’s been the new fandom trend to more and more ostracize and throw hate at people who enjoy villains and morally gray characters (and redemption arcs, or anti-redemption arcs, or complicated characters, etc.) for the past few years, but it still won’t cease to amaze and annoy me.

Like, I get partially why. There was a big woobifying of villains thing going on for a while a few years back. The whole Draco Malfoy in leather pants thing as well. Sexy villains was the norm, and people grew tired of that. This I think, is partially a reaction to that. Except of course, now it’s THAT which has taken over in full force instead.

But it feels like it’s more than that and I’d love to read an analysis on how this goes together with recent puritan trends in fandom and general black and white thinking.

However, most of the time I’m just wondering what some of you people have against that people sometime respond and identify with more complicated aspects of humanity. Nowadays you’re not allowed to like or create or write a villain or mortally gray character unless you make sure you condemn their actions loudly and public alt every time you talk about them, or you’re supporting the real life equivalent of their actions. And that’s ridiculous.

Like, sure, I’m not saying you can’t hate a villain, or that you need to appreciate them for being complex characters constantly. But you don’t need a huge well built argument about why or why everyone who does is morally depraved. It’s okay to just not like a character. You don’t have to dress that up in fancy words.

Listen, villains are some of the most fun characters to create and enjoy, and if I want to cheer someone on as they go off to kill hundreds of people (yes, like the Mulan gif, you know the one), I will do that. It doesn’t mean I condone actual mass murder. That’s just common sense, which is something that is clearly lacking from fandom debate.

Just had to rant a bit. Yoyo out.


I don’t want your fear. I want your love.

Knowing Him

Summary: Songfic AU. Reader struggles with new feelings and insecurities in a new relationship.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,596

Warnings: language, fluff, insecurity, bagel discourse

A/N: This is for @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s writing challenge (non-disney). My prompt was the song “How Will I Know?” by the iconic Whitney Houston. It’s short and fluffy. I listened to this song so many times I need a five-year break from it, haha.

Originally posted by sebbystanimagines

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7-Minutes in Hell

Requested: Okay hi I fucking love ur writing and I just saw a post about how peter would have h claustrophobia after the rubble scene and I was wondering if you would ever consider writing a fic based on that? ❤️❤️

Note: i’m so glad you like my writing :’) i loved this request! hope you like it! (p.s. i haven’t actually written an actual imagine in a long time so sorry if this sucks jikvdhbjkiw) also this IS after that scene™ but Liz is still here bc she deserved better and i love her alright? alright

“Are you going to the party tonight?” I shrugged, writing down the equation on the board. “How do you not know?” I shrugged again, continuing with my notes.

“What do you mean? It’s a yes or no question.” I sighed, turning to my left and looking at Michelle.

“I don’t think I am, Friday’s are kind of my thing, you know?”

“Well, I’m going,” I narrowed my eyes at her. “What?”

“You hate parties – you hate most people! What do you mean you’re going?” She shrugged, about to answer, but someone’s voice sounded over hers.

“Michelle, (Y/N),” we looked up to see Ms. Warren looking at us from her spot at the front of the classroom, “is there something you have to share with the class? A new discovery?” I looked around at everyone, everyone’s eyes on us. I shrunk in my seat while Michelle maintained her usual slouched posture. “No?” We shook our head. “Good, then maybe you could let me finish what I have to share with the class?” We both nodded. “Good, as I was saying!” I looked up in time to see Peter Parker looking at me, smiling softly as he turned his gaze back to his laptop.

I was sitting quietly, listening to Ms. Warren, when I felt Michelle nudge my arm. I looked at her quickly, seeing her gesture down to the desk. I looked down to see a note. I opened it and placed it on top of my notebook, picking up my pen again to make it look like I was writing notes.

parker will be there.

I looked up at Peter, seeing him give his undivided attention to Ms. Warren. I smiled softly, quickly making it go away when I heard Michelle snicker. I picked up my pen and wrote back ‘i’m thinking about it a little harder’ as a response, shoving it back to Michelle. Rolling my eyes when she nudged me playfully.

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I have a cellphone for one reason only

So… okay. Just because you all need to see it, I’ll leave you here this fanart because it caused me to start shipping this and so far I’m liking it.

Thank you @burythekidd for giving me this beautiful ship, I love it, I don’t care about anything else.

As a reference, this is set on a day-to-day AU. Akande is a martial artist, so he needs to train everyday as a job. I want to apologize if it’s not the best, it’s 1:40 in the morning and I just googled the info I needed.

Title: I have a cellphone for one reason only
Fandom: Overwatch
Pairing: Lúcio Correia dos Santos/Doomfist: The Successor | Akande Ogundimu
Rating: G.
Word Count: 1124
Brief tags: Fluff, Texting, Selfies, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

Summary: Akande wouldn’t really need a cellphone if it wasn’t because Lúcio always sends him cute messages.

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Football Game pt. 2 (Requested) : Steve Harrington x Reader

Originally posted by joekeery

A/N: I had several requests for this and I kinda went overboard on it…oops… 

Requested by: @10blurredsmoke10 @nicolewaller @tomhollandisdaddy2003 and one Anon

You run a hand through your hair before flattening it again. Looking in the mirror, you check over your reflection for the tenth time. Adjusting your shirt once more, you decide that you look decent enough to meet Steve by the stadium.

It was a little chilly outside considering it was turning from late fall to early winter, but it was still a beautiful night. The sun was setting across the top of the trees and the field was beginning to be illuminated by the bright artificial lights scattered around the stadium. You stand behind the stadium after tossing your backpack into your car, patiently waiting for Steve to meet you. As your eyes glance over the crowd, Steve catches your eye and waves. You flash him a small smile and wave back as he pushes his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says quickly before digging through his pocket searching for something. He pulls out a ticket and hands it to you before taking out his own.

“Hi, why did you just hand me a ticket?” You ask, still slightly perplexed.

“I bought you a ticket for the game,” Steve smiles.

“Steve, you didn’t have to,” you say. “Let me pay you back.”

You take out the money for the ticket and shove it into his jacket pocket.

“No, (Y/N). I’m not taking your money,” he laughs, shoving it back into your hands.

You two argue for a few minutes before you finally give up and shove the money back into your pocket. “You, Steve Harrington, are a horrible person,” you smirk.

“I am completely fine with that.” He takes you up to the ticket counter and one of the students running it tears off the end of your tickets, handing the other half back.

Steve takes you up to the top of the bleachers right on the 50 yard line, his favorite spot for watching games. As soon as you two sit down, you see Jonathan and Nancy walking up towards you guys. You and Jonathan make eye contact before he quickly looks away.

“Hey! Do you guys mind if we sit up here?” Nancy says brightly.

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” you muttered.

“Thanks, (Y/N).” She sits down next to you and Jonathan takes his seat on the other side of her.

As you talk to Steve, you start to realize that he isn’t such a bad guy after all. He attempts to explain to you how football works and what’s going on, and you just nod along, asking questions when necessary. As he’s explaining the positions, you see Jonathan continually sneaking glances at you. You make eye contact with him again and you can see jealousy burning in his eyes. You turn back to Steve and you can feel Jonathan’s eyes searing through the back of your head.

The team scores another touchdown, steering them towards victory in the second quarter. It’s halftime and the marching band makes their way on to the field as both teams exit. Steve tries to take you to get food but you stay to watch. Nancy does the same thing to Jonathan but he stays as well. The both of you sit there in awkward silence before he speaks to you.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here with Steve? You know he’s not a good guy,” he attempts to reason with you, but you don’t budge.

“I’m here because Steve invited me. I was going to go with you but you were too busy fawning over Miss Disney Princess over there. You literally ditched me today to go be with her,” you point out, slightly pissed that he had the audacity to be jealous when he left you alone.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I-” it’s then when Steve comes back and offers you some popcorn. You scoot back next to him and take a few pieces. The marching band ends their performance soon after and everyone gives them a round of applause as Nancy takes her seat again.

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve asks you quietly. 

“Hmm? Yeah, I’m alright,” you answer, rubbing your arms in attempt to keep warm as the wind blows by.

“You sure? You look a little worried, and cold,” Steve takes off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders and holds you close to him.

“Thank you, Steve.” It’s at that point when Jonathan stands up and leaves the game, Nancy trailing after him, attempting to ask him what’s wrong.

“What’s wrong with him?” Steve asks you.

“I’m not sure,” you lie. “Game’s getting pretty boring, do you want to head out?”

“Why? It’s the fourth quarter,” Steve questions.

“We’re gonna win anyways, why not just go out or something?”

“Sure, why not?”

You stand and walk down the steep steps of the stadium with Steve following close behind. The both of you stand under the stadium as the crowd roars with cheering.

“Thanks for taking me out tonight, Steve, I had a great time,” you smile, shrugging his jacket off and handing it back to him. 

“I’m glad you did, and I’m glad you’re alright. I just had to make sure,” he smirks.

“I’ll see you around, I guess,” you hug him tightly and he holds you for just a second before pulling away. He looks into your eyes and slowly leans in for a kiss. Before you even think of anything rational, you press your lips to his, feeling the warmth of his lips against your own in the cold, windy night. As you kiss, the crowd starts cheering again, causing you to pull away.

“That was definitely for us,” Steve says.

“Yeah, definitely,” you smile.

Later that night you get a call, hearing Steve on the other end of the line.

“I found the money you left in my pocket,” he chuckles. You can hear him smile through the phone. “Next time, how about I actually pay for the date?”

“Oh, so it was a date now was it?” You can feel your heart skip a beat when he laughs through the line.

“I guess, and I was hoping you’d like to go on another one with me sometime?” He asks hesitantly.

“I’d love to.”

Monsta X as neighbors


•  rolls in on his scooter at like 2 in the morning every night, probably always waking you up
•  you’d think he was all badass, going to parties and staying out and everything…but he babysits dogs when their owners are away
•  and he’d tell you that one morning when you found him trying to get in your apartment bc he mistook it for his “are you sleepwalking lmao”
•  probably offers to cook you breakfast on the weekends if you’re not busy
•  bonus if you actually had a dog, he’ll give you discount and you’d have the pleasure of watching him being all cute and kissy with your pup


•  has knocked at least 17 times on your door, asking if you had any Ramen
•  even if you’re like “no……same answer as the last 16 times” he’s still like “ok well I have some, wanna come over?”
•  but it’s so fun flirting with him tbh he’s hilarious plus he always has expensive ice cream in his fridge that he’s willing to share if you came over
•  one time you found him flirting with your other neighbor when you came down the stairs “gasp, we’re you just hitting on timothy…I thought we had something special”
•  has a new hairstyle every time you see him 


•  introduces himself on like the first day of moving in, with a box of cookies and the whole shebang
•  way too cheerful and loud in the mornings but his energy rubs off on you and you can’t help but smile when you pass him in the hallway or the elevator
•  offers to go jogging with you on weekday mornings and have a late brunch
•  sometimes he comes over without any warning and makes himself a cup of tea while you’re cooking
•  has all the latest gossip on everyone in the building/street so you’re always scandalized


•  you probably heard about him before you even met him
•  “oh my gosh I heard he’s such a player tho” “did u see him blowing kisses at my dog???” “He looks like the type of guy to pour his milk before the cereal” look he’s just a dork
•  you always see him carrying brown paper bags for his groceries
•  retro 70s/80s music can heard from his door every Monday morning but you should probably not ask
•  has way too many plants and cacti in his apartment…..if you’re ever lucky to get invited inside to see


•  people would think he’s some sort of celebrity when he moved in next to you
•  always wearing blacked out shades and long pea coat even when it’s like 90 degrees at night
•  won’t even spare you a glance unless you’re carrying a new issue of his favorite magazine or you just smelled really nice “is that the new dior?”
•  once you have the privilege to step inside his abode, it’s like yall are besties and he’s sharing his favorite non-gluten recipes with you
•  gives everyone a stank look if if they stepped on his ‘welcome, bitch’ mat with their dusty shoes


•  does he even have hair on his head, why he always wearing a snapback ??????
•  brings his homies over every other night and it’s so loud, you can see like 3 or 4 more people sneaking in his door every few minutes
•  when you decide to finally give him a piece of your mind,  he’s like “bro come turn up its lit!!!! I got jello shots :’)))”
•  yeah ngl his parties are always lit and he plays the best music plus no one has any complaints bc they’re always at his place anyway
•  friends with the local pizza shop and has free deliveries if the manager is invited


•  an upstanding citizen, you’ve even seen him helping old people cross the street and save a fat pigeon from being run over by some kid’s skateboard
•  usually has his face buried in a book when the elevator is crowded, but you can bet he’s listening on everyone’s conversations
•  one time you caught him looking at your texts with your friend and it was just full of memes
•  that’s when he introduced himself…..I mean he kinda had to bc he couldn’t stop snorting at your sense of humor
•  has like 10 stray cats and cool lizards in his place “please don’t tell the landowner, I just couldn’t help myself :(”

Originally posted by wonhyu-k

I Don’t Want to be a Mermaid Anymore

I mean, every kid went through that phase, right? When you’d go to the pool you’d dive in and imagine your legs fusing into one and growing scales of your favorite color. I wanted blue scales. More than once I’d surface hacking and coughing because I’d try to hold my breath for a second too long. Not pleasant. But by the time I was ten I could do it for quite an impressive amount of time.

My dad thought it was hilarious. Mom treated it as just one of those childish things I’d grow out of. But my Uncle Craig actually encouraged it.

Uncle Craig was my mom’s oldest brother, a big man with a thick stomach and a roaring laugh. Despite having four kids of his own, he loved coming to see me. He’d bring me seashells and tell me stories about his latest catch. And he always listened to me tell my mermaid stories.

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Requested: Nope

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

Description: Gerard’s army had grown, by a lot, fortunately for you though you were apart of this army, so people trusted you, which worked in your favor since you were secretly a supernatural being yourself, but nobody knew that, they only saw you for what you portrayed to be, a killer of the supernatural.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3,368

A/N: Wowww hey guys, so it’s been a while since I’ve written like anything, I’m in such a slump and I have intense writers block and just feel so unmotivated. But I want to get back into writing, therefore, I wrote this random Teen Wolf imagine. I kinda just created this in my mind and then just wrote it down. I personally don’t think it’s that great, but maybe you all will like it?? I dunno, but anyways try to enjoy it, I’m kinda iffy on it ngl.

Originally posted by goatsandbuckets

“Everything will change, Scott won’t even know what hit him, once we kill his Beta his whole pack will crumble.” Gerard grinned, as his whole army cheered in admiration.

You on the other hand watched in disgust, all these people were brain washed by this delusional old man who thinks he can overtake the whole world.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of Gerard’s voice.

“Y/N, you know what to do tomorrow correct?” Gerard pulled you aside, as you nodded in response.

“Of course, how could I forget?” You replied, giving one of your famous smirks, making Gerard laugh darkly, nodding in fascination.

Yes, you were one of his favorites in the group, one of his greatest weapons, if only he knew you were secretly supernatural, then the roles would be completely opposite.

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I just want to express how thankful I am to hear what is typically a sort of like murmured pseudo-conversation because we’ve all been talking about this forever—not to make it specific, but it is, about this motherfucker" [Kristen said as the audience cheered.]

“It’s just like one of those conversations we’ve all had a million times be so loud amongst people who really care about that. If I had someone close to me feel like they couldn’t be helped or were subject to that type of manipulation or torment or fear of any kind really, especially in regards to being in our realm, where we work, where we have taken very apparent strides towards something not quite equal, but somewhere hopeful for sure, I would feel sick, and do, because I know a lot of these women.”

“So kudos to those who felt hopeful enough, and comfortable enough to be caught and received and heard by those around them, that made it okay to allow themselves to feel better. Because you need to allow yourself to feel better when you feel that bad. And it takes help and we can all be proud of that notion and perpetuate it by saying that we have got you, affirmatively.”

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve saved makeup artists—because it trickles down to makeup artists, camera assistants—from DPs who are like, ‘Hey babe,’ you know like, it happens on lesser scales, too. And, um, when I say like 'saved’ I mean momentarily been like, "Hey, don’t, fucker.” And then they’re embarrassed for one second but then it just keeps going every single day. So, I would say let’s be aware of this on every level. I can tell you that those girls are as duct-taped as one could possibly be, because they’re in fear of getting their next job.

—  Kristen Stewart addressed what’s been going on in Hollywood regarding the allegations of sexual harassment against Harvey Weinstein.
Preference "How they react to you calling them "Daddy" or "Mommy" in front of everyone by accident"

(I JUST LIVE FOR OUR FAVES BEING SHOOK XD OMG RICHARD’S MY FAVE XD FOR THIS ONE! Yay for Laura being added :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credits to the original owners.)

Negan-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be shocked for an instant only to start laughing, thinking it to be absolutely hilarious. As you were working in the Sanctuary, Negan would walk by and just tease you with his words about his plans for the night, obviously trying to distract you from your work. Fed up, you’d try to swat him away, but he’d only be persistent and would start to tickle you, making you laugh and say out loud “Daddy! Stop it, stop it! You know i’m ticklish!” and for everyone to turn their gaze at you. “Y/N! You just let out our biggest secret! Oh my god! Baby girl! You couldn’t resist it, could you!”

Daryl-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be uncertain and make you repeat yourself, only to get embarrassed. As you’d come back from a run, you’d successfully catch dinner for everyone and would just want to brag about it to your boyfriend, Daryl. However, with your excitement, the moment you see him, you’d show your catch and approach him and let out loud, saying, “Daddy, Look what I got!” making everyone turn their heads. “Y/N…Did you…Did you call me…by our secret…”

Rick-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d chuckle and brush it off to hide the fact. As you’d all eat dinner together, you and Rick had just come back from a little round in your room, making you both still hot and bothered from it. So forgetting yourself, you’d casually ask Rick, “Daddy, can you pass me the salt?”, making everyone gasp to hear you and for him to stare at you wide eyed before finding a quick solution. “Y/N…Honey…You meant It for the kids, right? She calls me that way for the kids…”

Merle-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d grin from being so pleased and tease you back by calling you “Baby girl”. As you’d cook in the prison, he’d come up to bother you and would just occasionally lightly grope you, while whispering to you, reminding you of the night before. As you’d get lost in his flirting, you’d get cocky and forget about everyone else in the room, saying “Oh come on Daddy, how can I ever forget that…” That is until you’d turn to the side to look at him and notice the others. “That’s right everyone…Y/N’s my Baby girl…So what? Don’t act like you wouldn’t all like to have pet names like us…Right, baby…”

Glenn-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d get nervous but just laugh if off because he thinks it’s funny. As you would work around the camp, you’d find yourself doing most of it as everyone would be having fun and all. However, as Glenn would notice, he’d offer help and just flirt around with you so much that you instead of his name, you said his pet name out loud, saying “Thank you for everything, Daddy~”, making everyone suddenly pay attention to you. “Oh my god…Y/N! Y-you called me daddy!”

Carl-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be stunned and just deny it had happened. As you’d wake up in the morning to see him setting the table for breakfast, you’d just find him so cute and with him in his pj’s, you couldn’t resist running to hug him and accidentally letting out loud, “Good morning, Daddy!”, making everyone else that had gathered at the house look over at you both. “W-what did you call me? No…No guys…She has it wrong…She never said that…She said Carl…”

The Governor-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d get quiet and stare at you for a moment, wondering if that just really happened before acting casual. As he’d talk about his plans for the next run with his men, you’d forget yourself and just think to yourself as to why he isn’t in the room yet, making you walk over to where he is and let out, “Daddy~ What’s taking you so long?”. As you’d stand by the door, you’d meet his eye as well of those of everyone else. “Y/N…I-I’ll be there in a few minutes…I’ll be honest I don’t always go by that when we’re together…just sometimes…”

Abraham-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d laugh his ass off instantly, making light of the situation. As you’d keep yourself busy in the armory, he’d suddenly walk in to see you and would just have the urge to tease you and say something playful about you. However, as you’d hear him, you’d get “mad” at him and say, “Guess, Daddy doesn’t want any of this tonight!” Only to see everyone else with him the instant you’d turn around. “Aw, come on, Y/N! Don’t be shy! You know daddy still wants you even after everyone knows about us!”

Eugene-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d do a double take and just chime in the facts about everything. As you’d notice him feeling sad and down from his little argument with Abraham, you’d try to cheer him up by making promises to him. You’d hug from behind and whisper everything, making him ask you if you meant all of it and for you to be taken back and to just yell out, “Of course, Daddy! Why would I lie to you?!”. “I-I’d like to say that Y/N…doesn’t see a parental or fatherly figure out of me…What, she meant was purely sexual…”

Ron-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be confused and wouldn’t know what else to do. As you’d search for something in his house, you’d forget about how everyone had gathered for a party as well as to call him by his real name rather than his pet name, making you yell out, “Daddy! Did you see my-”. “Seriously, Y/N…”

Jesus-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d feel really flattered and would just smirk, forgetting everyone around. After a few days of him scavenging on his own, he’d come by to visit you in Alexandria. The instant you’d see him as the gates opened, you’d run towards him for a hug, only to exclaim loudly, “Daddy! Oh my god, I missed you so much!”. As he’d hug you, he’d see everyone’s expression and you’d realize yourself. “Aw, Y/N…You’re too kind! I know you dream about me but I didn’t think you’d feel this way…”

Dwight-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d get lost in his thoughts staring at you and would be speechless. As you’d both look for food in the kitchen’s of the Sanctuary, you’d spot your favorite snack, only for Dwight to be mean and take it before you. You’d try to take it from him but as he wouldn’t let you, you’d decide to make him weak by saying, “Oh come on Daddy~ They’re my favorites!”. As you’d realize your tone was too loud, it was too late. “Y/N…why would y-you call me Daddy…now…it’s not the time…”

Morgan-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d freeze just to see their reactions. As you’d walk downstairs into the kitchen and see him standing by the counter, you’d go hug him from behind, saying “Good morning, Daddy~” in the sweetest tone yet sensual tone, only to feel him hold your arm around him and for him to look towards the living room. You’d follow his gaze to see that most of your friends were just standing right there. “I-I don’t usually go by that name in this house…I swear…”

Shane-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d laugh at you, only to act smug about it. As you’d finally be able to take a shower after a long day on the road, you’d just get so excited that you’d forget about the others around and yell out for him to join you and really wanting him to his pet name would come out, “Daddy~ Are you sure you don’t want to join me?”, only to suddenly hear everyone gasp before going quiet and to hear only one familiar voice. “Yeah that’s right! She just called me, Daddy! Jealous?”

Milton-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d get extremely flustered and red and try to come up with an explanation. As you’d enjoy the party in Woodbury, he’d suddenly get quiet around you, making you understand that he doesn’t like to see Merle acting flirty with you. You’d then try to cheer him up by pinching his cheek but forgetting yourself, you’d say loudly, “Aw, Daddy~ Don’t be mad~”, making everyone around gasp. “I-I don’t make her or ask her to call me that! I swear! S-She meant Milty…Right, Y/N?”

Aaron-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be lost and confused, only to nervously laugh in the end. As he’d come back from a run, you’d instantly go to greet him with a big hug, only for him to whisper to you saying he has a gift for you. As he’d hand it over, he’d whisper in your ear again about his plans for the night, only for you to be extra thankful and forget the crowd of friends around, saying out loud, “You’re really too kind, Daddy~”. “Y/N…You called me, daddy…While everyone is around…”

Gabriel-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be just as shocked as everyone else before walking away with you. As you’d clean out the church, he’d come to help you, only to pass you a note, describing all the things he’ll do to you for the night, making you get so excited, you’d bashfully shove him and say, “You’re such a tease, Daddy~” in a rather loud tone, only for everyone to gasp. “W-we’re not like that…S-she meant “Father”…I was joking around with her…Yeah…Alright, Y/N, let’s go…“

The Wolf-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d shrug and not really think too much of it. As you’d all travel together, you’d end up falling asleep on his shoulder in the car and would hold onto him. However as a town to scavenge would be found, he’d set you to sleep properly, only for you to get clingy and say, “No, Daddy, don’t leave…i’ll be good…”, all while you were half asleep and no one has left the car yet. “What are you all looking at…It’s just a word…Grow up…”

Noah-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d avoid your gaze and walk away quietly out of embarrassment. As you’d all go on a run together, you’d suddenly come across some cute clothes and would just pretend to try some of them on, making him laugh. However, as you’d see some lingerie, you’d play around with it, only to flirt a little saying, “So…Daddy what do you think?”, and not realizing how your other friends had just walked in behind you.

Simon-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d look at you with a big grin and wide eyes. As you’d both be on a run, he’d spend most of his time actually working. You being fed up as you’re really in need of him, you’d take away his walkie talkie and just yell out at him, “Pay attention to me, Daddy! I’m the one who needs you here and now!”, forgetting completely that you had your finger on the interrupter the whole time. That is until you’d hear Negan as well as the others laughing on the line. “Alright, baby Y/N…Now everyone knows…I’ll have to punish you for that…”

Ezekiel-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be startled and try to cover it up with a silly lie. As you’d take care of Shiva for the evening, you’d suddenly think about your plans with Ezekiel for the evening, making you smile and just be impatient to see him. So when you’d hear him call for you, instantly you’d be sweet and get up to answer, “Yes, Daddy~”, only to turn around and see him and his whole crowd with him. “Oh, Y/N…My dear…How can you look like such an innocent child…Did my voice remind you of you youth?”

Benjamin-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be shocked and wouldn’t know how to form his words. As you’d look at him training with Morgan, you’d notice how hard he was working and just wanted to reward him for all of it, making you go to him and tell him about your plans. However, seeing him all sweaty, you’d forget yourself and smirk, saying “Looking good, Daddy…” All while people were walking by and Morgan still next to him. “I-I…U-Uh…That’s not my idea…Actually it’s just an accident, right, Y/N…”

Caesar-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d be pleased only to start teasing you just to brighten the mood. As you’d look over at him fighting in the pits, you’d eventually get worried over his injuries. So the instant it was all over, you’d go to join him and just jump to hug him tightly, saying “Daddy, are you alright?!” All while his friends had gathered to help his injuries. “Ahh, Y/N…Baby i’m fine! But you got it wrong…It’s Papi remember!”

Heath-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d look at you strangely and just get nervous from feeling all the gazes. As you’d all go on a run, you’d both have your own little fun flirting at the back of the group, only for you to ask him to join you for the night again and to plead him saying, “Oh come on…Please…Daddy…”. All while the others can actually hear you and turn their heads towards you. “S-she meant Heath…You all just heard it wrong…”

Spencer-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d start to chuckle and just wouldn’t be able to stop smiling. As you’d work on fixing the windows of your house, he’d come over to flirt with you and try to convince you of his plans for the night. However as you’d try to concentrate, you’d end up telling him, “Look, Daddy! I’m busy for now, i’ll join you later…” All while the others had gathered around to try and help you. “Alright, Baby…I’ll wait for you…You heard that she’ll be joining me…”

Richard-The moment he realizes you had just called him “Daddy” in front of everyone, he’d just get so flustered, he’d lower his head and close his eyes. As you’d eat dinner all together, he’d sit next to you and you’d casually feel his foot brushing against your leg, making you look at him to see him smirk. Although you’d whisper to him, “So it’s Daddy for tonight…”, before he could even nod, Jerry would’ve heard it all and ask you out loud, “Did you just call him, Daddy?”, making everyone’s head turn. “No…Jerry…She didn’t say that…Y-You heard it wrong…”

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anonymous asked:

Okok so it can be a scenario or a list of things idc buuuuut super insecure MC going to an art exhibit with V to find out that his entire gallery are beautiful pictures of her /a lot of them are nudes too because insecure but V obviously finds her beautiful/ and he wins?? And everyone finds the photos incredible. And she's never felt more happy and beautiful. I just want V to have a good happy damn ending with MC

This is wonderful yes! I’ll write this as V has his eyesight.

~Okay but I changed it just a little bit, I’m sorry. I love the idea but I also don’t want anyone putting nudes up of someone without their consent? So MC has said yes to the photos but hasn’t seen them so that’s the surprise okay? I hope you don’t mind!


Fluffy fluff <3

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     “Don’t be nervous,” V spoke in that calm way of his.

     It was easy for him to say. He wasn’t the one about to be put on display for everyone to see. Months ago he had asked if you would be his sole subject for an upcoming gallery. It was his big comeback after getting the eye surgery, and the only thing he said he wanted to shoot-was you. How he talked you into this, you’ll never know. Well…you did know. It’s because he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and the way he talked had you believe it yourself for the first time. But staring at your reflection in the mirror now, thinking about all those people who had been anxiously waiting for his return and packed in to the space like sardines gawking at the photos, your stomach was doing flips. What if they didn’t like them? V hadn’t even let you see the pictures, he said he ‘wanted it to be a surprise.’ You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror taking deep breaths to calm yourself and fumbling with the stupid clip of your necklace.

     V moved your hair to the side and took the clasp from your hands, kissing your neck softly after securing it. He rested his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you from behind. He smelled of his cologne.

     “Ready?” he hummed excitedly.

     “No,” you pouted.

     “It’s going to be alright,” he chuckled, “have faith in me.”

      Just as you expected, the space was packed. An uproarious applause incited by your arrival lasted for what seemed like an hour, and your cheeks were feeling hot. A few faces stuck out in the crowd of strangers. People you’d had dinners with or photographers friends of V’s. The room was buzzing and you were feeling sick.

     “I need a glass of champagne,” you squeezed his hand.

     “Alright, love. Wait right here, I’ll be back,” he replied before disappearing.

     You had tried to avoid looking at the pictures but you supposed you had no choice now. The memory attached to each photo replayed in your mind while looking at them. That close up of your face. He had pulled the camera up and snapped that picture in the middle of a conversation, “your eyes are sparkling so brightly right now,” he’s said.

     And that angled photograph on you among tall trees looking towards the sky. You’d both been out on a nature hike that day and you stopped to admire the sun shining through the leaves.

     And the black and white portrait of you nude on the bed, body parts peeking out through the silk sheet. You almost choked. That was taken one night after you’d just finished having sex. He’d rolled out of the bed and reached for his camera.

     “V, no…” you had put your hands over your face.

     “Please…you’ve never looked more beautiful. I’d love to capture this for the gallery. The flush of your cheeks and your messy hair framing your face…you look sexy and elegant and confident. Please, would you let me?”

     “Well…alright…but keep the compliments going,” you laughed.

     You had forgotten about that one. Oh god, where was that champagne? Looking around you caught soundbites and snippets of conversation.

     “This really is his best work yet.”

     “What a comeback!”

     “These are really inspiring, I’ve already chosen the one I’d like to purchase.”

     “This whole collection is so beautiful and raw, I’m in love!”

     It was almost too much to take in. People were liking photos of…you? Buying photos of you? It was like being in the twilight zone. How many times had you cried in a dressing room when something didn’t fit right, or looked at yourself in the mirror after a shower with disgust? And now here you were, body on display for the world to see, and they were enamored with you? At some point in your trail of thoughts a smile had spread on your lips. Perhaps you hadn’t given V enough credit…

     “That’s you, correct? You’re the girl in these?” a tall man had taken a spot next to you.

     “Oh…um, yes. I am,” you nodded and blushed.

     “These are excellent. I am particularly interested in this one here,” he gestured to a photo of you smiling with his cocktail, “what modeling agency are you with? I think I have a few opportunities for you. Would you like to go to dinner maybe, talk things over?” he took a confident sip of his drink.

     “Careful, buddy. Don’t steal her away from me now,” V appeared with your champagne glass and handed it to you, chuckling and slipping his free hand around your waist.

     “V! My apologies, I didn’t realize… Well, can’t blame me for trying, right?” he shrugged, “excuse me, then,” he took a few steps and mingled himself into another group.

     “I’m sorry I took so long. Every step I was getting pulled in for a chat”

     “It seems like everyone is raving about your work,” you noted before taking a much needed sip.

     “Yes. But what do you think?” he replied in that serious tone, like he was nervous to even ask.

     “I…I love it. I’m shocked, but I love it.”

     “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to hear you say that. I know you were hesitant at first. But, I wanted everyone-including you, to see just how beautiful you really are. To see you as I see you. Come on, let’s look at them all together,” he beamed.

     It was a night of praises and cheers. It seemed everyone was pining over the photos and praising your looks. Every group had something wonderful to say. ‘You’re a lucky man, V’ ‘What a beautiful couple you two make’ ‘I’d take her photos, too’ ‘Will you be doing a second collection like this one?’

     As the evening dwindled down you felt like floating. All of your fears and insecurities seemed so small and insignificant now as V held your hand and kissed your forehead in pure joy at the responses you both had received.

     “V, all of the works have sold! I can’t believe it. What a night!,” the woman who ran the gallery was gushing. She might have even been a little buzzed off of champagne in celebration of the success.

     “I’m glad to hear that,” he smiled.

     “But there is a man who wants to talk to you. It’s about that photo, the one you didn’t want sold?”

     “Oh? Alright then, where is he?”

     She led you both to a large man in a thick black coat. He was holding a drink in his gloved hand, his eyes transfixed on that black and white portrait of you on the bed.

     “Ah, the man of the hour!” he shook V’s hand, “now you can explain to me why this lady here says I can’t buy this piece.”

     “I’m glad you like it,” he laughed, “but it’s just as she said. It’s not for sale. I wanted to add it to the gallery, but I’m afraid I can’t part with it.”

     “I’m a determined man, V. I’ve been a fan of your work for a long time now. This photo is emotional and brilliant. This woman looks fierce but elegant. It’s truly captivating. I don’t like to take no for an answer. Now, if it’s a matter of money…”

     V couldn’t help but smile and nod, all three of you were now gazing at the picture.

     “Right you are,” V replied, “but I’m sorry. This one is just for me.”


pairing: jimin / foreign ♀ reader
word count: 2.8 k
genre: angst, romance
warnings: portraying the characters the way i need them to act for the fanfic, please don’t think it’s how they really are

i would really appreciate feedback! feedback is always great to get back on something you worked hard on! thank you for reading!


part two: values 

Originally posted by jikookdetails

Jimin sees her as he’s getting his makeup done. She’s talking to his manager, a bag is swung over her shoulder and he wonders if it’s heavy. It looks heavy. He doesn’t usually pay attention to the staff, but something about her makes him pause and direct his eyes at her. Perhaps it’s because she’s foreign, or maybe it’s because he’s never seen anyone carry themselves with an aura like hers. She seems confident with herself, standing tall and proud. He’s seen many foreigners carry themselves with lack of confidence, but he doesn’t blame them. They’re often oppressed in the society he grew up with. He shifts his eyes to her face and wonders how somebody could be gifted such a smile.

“Jimin, can you look at me for a second?” Jimin is pulled from his trance and looks at his makeup artist. He knows his cheeks are dusted with pink, but he plays it off. He sits still as the makeup artist blends the eyeshadow into the creases of his eyes, the eyes that society often looks down on. He can still see her in the corner of his eyes. She’s still talking to his manager, her mouth twisting into a smile as his manager says something and makes some hand motions towards him and the rest of the members. Jimin finally looks at her again at the same time her eyes direct themselves at him. They make eye contact for a second or two, small smiles are exchanged, and then she directs her attention to the others. She bows slightly as she introduces herself to the boys. Her Korean is fluent and Jimin wonders if his mother language has ever sounded as beautiful as it did coming out her mouth. She looks him in the eye again as she stands back up. He catches a glimpse of her ears before she pulls the hair that was put behind her ears back to frame her face. They’re tinted red.

He’s about to say turn red himself, wondering if it’s because of him but he can’t seem to catch her eyes again,. Jimin isn’t sure why, but his mouth goes dry.

Her name is y/n and she’s his age. She takes breathtaking pictures that land her a job with the famous and well-known BTS. Jimin can’t help but stare at her when she’s behind the camera and taking his picture. The way her hands curl around the camera has him thinking thoughts he shouldn’t be. The way her mouth moves and forms his name before giving him instructions on what to do make his toes curl. When she’s finished and bites her lip in concentration as she goes over the pictures she’s taken he wants to capture the moment and engraved it into his mind forever. It takes her a while to glance back at him again, and he almost stutters when she tells him it was nice working with him. Jimin ignores Namjoon snicker as Jimin returns the words. Y/n doesn’t say anything about his nervousness,  she just smiles at him and continues to look through her work.

It takes Jimin a lot of nerve to try to have a conversation with her, in fact, it’s Taehyung who has to invites her to watch them during practice one day so he can actually talk to her. She’s running late at first, and Jimin feels the disappointment pool in his chest at the thought that she wouldn’t show up. Taehyung is about to tell him that she probably ran into some last minute job, when she stumbled in, apologizing because she got lost on the way to their dorm. It takes all of Jimin’s willpower to not trip over his own two feet as he’s running through their choreography and she’s staring at him so intently.

After they’re done with practice he gets a chance to talk to her alone. The others members practically run out the room and Jimin takes the hint and sits next to her on the floor. “That was really amazing, Jimin.” She tells him, and it’s the first time that his name has come out of her mouth and it drives him completely insane. He feels his mouth go dry and can only manage to smile, a shaky smile, and he bring his water bottle to his mouth so his mouth doesn’t feel like the Sahara desert. They sit in an awkward silence for a couple of seconds and Jimin is hating himself for it before she opens her mouth again and makes a joke. It catches him off guard at first, but then it processes in his head that an angel is actually joking with him and the next thing he knows he’s laughing and she’s laughing, and it feels so natural to just sit there and talk to her.

By the end of the day Jimin scores her phone number. He stumbles into bed that day, exhausted from practice, but he has a smile on his face because one of the contacts in his phone reads her name.

The next month is spent texting her back and forth. Sometimes they’re short and simple, asking her how she’s doing and if she already ate but it feels like winning the lottery to him. They’re about to hit two months of texting when Jimin sees something overseas that reminds her of him. He’s about to text her when he accidentally calls her. He goes to hang up the phone, but hesitates. He wonders what her voice would sound like on the phone. He’s pondering the thought for too long because suddenly he hears a quiet “hello, Jimin?” and he’s suddenly stumbling to put the phone to his ear. She giggles when he says he accidentally called her, but he finds himself talking to her for the next hour. He has to hang up too soon for his taste, and he’s wondering how to ask if they can talk on the phone later, when she takes the step for him. “Call me later-when you can- okay, Jimin?” He promises he will, face flushed and thankful that she can’t see his nervous state.

Jimin is certain that he wants to be more than friends with her. It doesn’t take long before Jimin realizes that maybe she doesn’t want to be just friends either. She gives him affectionate nicknames and he catches her staring at him when he’s not staring at her directly. One time he even held her hand to help her with something and even when he was done helping her, her fingers were still laced with his.

When he finally works up the nerve to ask her out secretly and she says yes he can’t help but feel like everything is coming into place. After dating for a few months, he’s already meeting her parents when they come and visit her in Korea. Everything is going amazing, but that night where he kisses her goodbye at her apartment and she pulls back she asks him a question that he had been avoiding for months.

“When will I get to meet your family?”

Jimin was raised in a society that’s like any society- it has expectations and has a definition for the perfect citizen. He was raised in that society and was raised under a conservative household. He grew up having an imagine implanted in his head by society on what was beautiful and who was beautiful. He’d have his fair moments of feeling society weigh on him, but he noted that there were people who got a cold shoulder. Foreigners or anyone mixed always got a hard time. Jimin wasn’t as aware of the issue as he expanded his mindset and started visiting different countries and noted the beauty within everyone - no wonder what their race or ethnicity was.

But when he started dating y/n he acted like he didn’t know what he’s parents would say. He’d ignore the issue and act like he didn’t know the judgment that was going to be casted. He knew if they went public it would result in the same fashion.

When y/n would bring up the topic Jimin would just pretend he didn’t hear anything or just tell her “soon”. Y/n didn’t expect to go public, she respected Jimin and his career. She knew it would bring him problems and his company finally allowed him to date someone on the low, so who was she to complain, knowing who she was going to be dating since the start? But being introduced to his family was different. She didn’t need approval of her family to date Jimin, but she wanted him to meet them because she could picture her test of her life with Jimin. As months passed and they hit their one year anniversary she was starting to become insecure. Did he not love her? Did he think his parents wouldn’t like her?

Y/n had experienced a lot of oppression throughout her life, and it was no different in Korea. She knew her beauty wasn’t standard beauty in Korea and encountered plenty of ignorance. It never crossed her mind that Jimin might be one of those ignorant people. He treated everyone with respect. She didn’t think he was raised by ignorance either, because often ignorance raised ignorance. Sometimes though, people didn’t reflect the ignorance they were raised to believe.

The night Jimin’s mother surprised him at the dorms and she was there it was like she was finally getting what she wanted. She shot up from her seat on the couch, ignoring the pounding of her heart and her sweaty hands. She shook his mothers hand, who looked at her confused, but still introduced her herself. Y/n heart sank when she asked Jimin who she was, but shook it off, thinking that she probably didn’t recognize her. She was about to tell her what she was to her son, when Jimin, who had been quiet throughout their whole exchange, spoke up. “She’s no one, just one of the staff members.”

Y/n only had one second to react, before Hobi shot up from his seat and asked her if she could help him in the kitchen. He noted the way her lip started quivering. She was only in the kitchen for a minute. Hobi tried cheering her up, making up excuses, but she knew now. Knew that Jimin was ashamed of their relationship.

“I think I’m going to head home.” She finally spoke, running her shaky hand through her hair. Hoseok looked at her, pity evident in his expression, before nodding. “You want me to say something to Jimin?” Y/n shook her head.

The ride back to her apartment was quiet and she wondered why she turned off the radio when one of her boyfriends songs came on.

She wouldn’t make eye contact with him when he showed up to her apartment the next morning. He had called her before she slipped into bed, chest feeling heavy and foggy, but she had ignored his call. He had messaged her after that, but she didn’t bother checking to see what it was. She looked the bedroom door in case he used his spare key to come in at night. Around midnight she was woken up by the door jiggling. She heard him softly curse. She saw the shadow of his feet in the crack underneath the door, but she still didn’t say anything. She just rolled over and continued to sleep.

He eventually left and came back the next morning. He didn’t bring up anything, just continued to act like nothing had happened. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything either, only nodded and responded to his questions with one word. Jimin knew she was upset, but he still didn’t say anything. He continues to fill the silence with small talk that seemed to get more desperate. Y/n would just nod, curling herself on the other end of the couch, arms hugged to her side. Jimin hesitated, but knew he had to do something. He inched closer and moved to touch her arm, but stopped when he saw her wince when his hand came in contact with her skin. He pulled back his hand and finally couldn’t bring himself to say anything else.

His throat burned with the need to belt out something. The ache in his chest was getting stronger and all he wanted to do was make things better. But he knew she wasn’t stupid. His parents knew that he was dating someone. But he had always avoiding showing them a picture of who and gave them them y/n’s nickname. That night when his mom showed up, y/n had stated her name, and he felt ashamed to feel relieved when his mother didn’t recognize her by her name. And he had blurred out those words before he could even think. He knew he had screwed up when he noticed the slight quiver of y/n’s mouth. But he didn’t say anything.

He didn’t say anything for weeks to come. He tried distancing himself from y/n for a bit to clear his head and decide how he could possibly explain himself, but when he finally realized that he was with y/n because he was the one that loved her, it was too late.

She had been waiting for him when he texted her that he was coming over. He knew instantly what was going to happen when she looked up at him and her expression was bare.

“I can’t be with someone who’s ashamed of me.”

He didn’t have time to think, she was telling him to leave her apartment within a couple seconds before she said the sentence that burned itself into his head for the following weeks. Jimin still didn’t say anything as the door slammed on his face and he was thrown into the complete silence y/n had experience those weeks ago when she was driving back home from his dorms.

Jimin doesn’t see her for weeks. He calls and texts her for the first week, but then tells himself to give her space. She has the right to be upset, after all. But when more than three weeks pass and she isn’t answering the messages or calls from their mutual friends who he starts getting worried. He uses his connections and finds out she hasn’t been able to work for the past two days.

He can’t but think something is wrong and ends up at her apartment. He still has the spare key to her apartment, and he’s surprised to see that it still works with her lock. He wonders if that means he still has a chance, but it dwindles when he goes in and her apartment is empty.

His chest is burning when he gets back into his dorm. He reaches for his phone and calls the only person he can now and can’t help but let out a sob he has been holding in since the moment he realized he had lost her.

‘Mom, I messed up.”

Y/n was moving into her new apartment when she heard a knock on her door. She was expecting a friend, so she opened the door before even checking to see who it was. Her eyes fell when she caught the sight of Jimin’s mom standing in her doorway. She was carrying some type of food in a plastic bag. Her eyes were red and puffy and y/n felt a pang of panic hit her.

“Is Jimin okay?” She instantly asked. Jimin’s mom looked at her, really looked at her. Y/n’s heart fell, expecting bad news, but instead her name left Jimin’s moms mouth. She went in without an invitation and sat in her couch nervously.

“I should have known it was you. When I came in that day, he was looking at you like you gave him a reason to live. I feel so stupid. My child has been suffering because he thought I’d disapprove. But I don’t. I would never disapprove of the woman my son chooses to love.” She goes to grab y/n’s hand and squeezes it.

“I’m sorry about this. I never realized that the way I let society and our beliefs impact him this way, I-” her eyes began to mist over and she was crying again.

“Please. Just talk to him. He wouldn’t say anything but your name. I just knew what had occurred, but he just couldn’t stop crying.”

Jimin’s mom didn’t say much after that. She simply wiped her eyes, handed her the bag of food, and told her that she was welcomed to her home anytime.

Y/n’a eyes drifted to the bag in her hand and when she opened it she was hit with the orama of her favorite dish. It was a traditional dish in her native country. Her mouth fell open slightly and she couldn’t help but blink rapidly, trying to avoid crying.

She didn’t know what to think anymore, but she knew she had to talk to him.

anonymous asked:

I've been thinking why the writers decided to make Allura the blue paladin (besides the obvious connection to the old series) because it kinda doesn't make sense in this version of voltron. It would've been more logical to have her become the red paladin, which would be a nice parallel to her father (trying to fill in his boots). BUT maybe this decision indicates that the writers decided allurance to be canon, and this situation will bring them closer?Their interactions seem more mature now.

Yes!! Allura and Lance are a lot closer in season 3 and I love it. Seeing Allura stop and ask “What would Lance do?” and telling him he’s a natural is just really heartwarming. And then we also get great scenes like Lance being the one to notice how badass Allura is in combat when we first see her fight as a paladin. He’s also the one yelling for Keith to stop and think of the team when he’s willing to just charge ahead even though Allura is clearly falling behind. And yeah, I do agree that if they were trying to buildup k/a instead of allurance, then it would make a lot more sense to just have Keith give Red to Allura. 

You know to be honest, from the way Allura passes out in her dad’s arms and then wakes up in Lance’s, I thought the transition might mean that they were both supposed to be blue paladins? But you know–something could be said for the fact that they’re also both now red paladins, and as far as parallels between Alfor and Lance go, I think there’s some stuff there. And okay ya, Lance is a total flirt who loves pretty princesses but still, I think it’s interesting that she got an intro like this with Lance instead of Keith (if k/a was going to be  thing)

In terms of the lion traits in vld though, I think it makes sense that Allura gets Blue. The showrunners have said that Blue is like this “mother lion” who sees the potential in new pilots and kind of takes them under her wing and fosters that spark within them. So for someone like Allura, who’s very eager to prove herself but doesn’t quite have any experience as a paladin–she mistakenly tries controlling her lion like she’s running the castle instead of bonding with her at first–I think it kind of makes sense. Blue saw how badly Allura wanted to be part of this fight and just how great of a paladin she could be, so the lion gave her that opportunity. 

Also, Allura doesn’t get to pilot Red, that’s true. But she is the one who hands Red off to Lance, not Keith, and I think that’s an important distinction. There is no moment where Keith tells Lance he wants him to have Red, nothing like what we got with him and Shiro when it came to Black. But as the daughter of the original Red paladin, Allura is actually the one who tells Lance he’s meant to pilot Red and kind of gives him her blessing to do so. Whereas Keith is taking up Shiro’s mantle, it feels like Lance is carrying on Alfor’s legacy, not Keith’s. Allura is the one who has this character development with him, and I think that’s very interesting 

Allura is the one who comforts Lance and tells him that this is his destiny, that he’s worthy of carrying on the legacy of a king. And Lance doesn’t flirt or make jokes, he’s deadly serious and respectful because he understands just how much all of this means to Allura, can really sense the gravity behind it. And we’re talking about Allura here–the same person who didn’t tell him about the Blue lion’s traits in episode 1 is now patiently explaining all the reasons why he was chosen by Red. That’s character development. And you can’t tell me this wasn’t an incredibly touching moment–much more so than anything Allura tells Keith in this episode I think. Also!! When Lance runs off he turns back to look at Allura, it’s a small detail but I think it’s sweet 

And I mean!! Just look at how happy Allura is when she’s chosen by Blue!! She’s absolutely glowing. She’s a pilot–the pilot of Lance’s lion, not her father’s–but she’s still so thrilled by it!! 

And I think it’s also very sweet that Lance passes on Blue to Allura as well. Again, we never see Keith doing this with Lance and Red, that was Allura’s job. And as you’ve said, I do agree that, were k/a a thing, I think it’d make more sense to have him hand off Red to Allura. Even the conversation about how much the pink armor means to Allura feels like something that you’d expect her to share with Keith. It’s a very heartfelt admission, and it’s something she’s willing to talk about with Lance. That says a lot. 

And “If I had to lose Blue to someone, I’m glad it was you”–that’s just?? So tender and sweet?? And Allura just looks so touched?? Amazing. Lance also says this and hands over her bayard after seeing how down Allura is, so I think he did it then in part to cheer her up, which is pretty nice 

Little details–like their soft smiles, and the closeup when their hands touch to exchange the bayard–they make the scene very soft and sweet. Feels pretty romantic to me. And there’s something to be said for the fact that every other girl Lance flirts with, he gets over them pretty quickly. 

He gets some smiles and giggles out of aliens at the mall, but never follows up with them despite their positive reaction. He doesn’t spend any other episode being dejected over Nyma. A lot of the mermaids were really fond of him, but again, he doesn’t actually pursue any of them beyond just posturing for show. Even Plaxum, who kisses him–we never see Lance talk about her again or think of her the way Hunk felt about Shay. Yeah, Lance suggests they find a mermaid for their team, but he doesn’t suggest Plaxum specifically, just any pretty space mermaid in general. Whereas with Allura, Lance has shown interest in her longterm–and in season 3, we see he is very much invested in her beyond just flirting, as he doesn’t bother her with it at all throughout the season 

And allurance going canon would make Lance’s line about finding his “Mrs. Blue Lion” the most adorable and dorky bit of foreshadow and I’m still laughing about it 

What kind of girl they would date
  • This is my opinion, about what I feel they would find attractive traits in girls. You don't have to agree with this, this is just my personal opinion.
  • Harry potter: I think Harry would date someone who would be very understanding. She would give him space if he needed and will be a listening ear when he needs it. She will be someone that will always be there for him. I also think that she would be kind, maybe a Hufflepuff, yet very brave. She wouldn't be afraid to stand up for herself and the ones she loves. She would stand up for Harry, too, although he didn't need it.
  • Ron Weasley: I think Ron would date someone who was in Hufflepuff. I just think he needs someone who thinks he is just as important as Harry Potter. I think he needs someone who will support him and tell him how important he is to her personally. She would be kind, and smart but would rather spend her time outside in the sun than studying. She would be someone who enjoys the little things. I also think she would be on the sensitive side, wanting love and being afraid of rejection.
  • Draco Malfoy: I think Draco needs someone who is a really good listener and can deal with a lot of his problems and talk. I don't think she would be jealous. I do think she would be a Slytherin. They would fight a lot, just because she could be a bitch when she had enough. I think she would also not give in in just a few hours. I'm pretty sure they could have fights for days because they are both just very stubborn. I think she won't like Muggleborns, just like Draco. That would be one thing they had in common. i don't think she would hate on 'blood traitors' and not on the other Houses unless she had a good reason. She would also like Quidditch and only cheer for him.
  • Fred Weasley: Fred would date an extrovert, someone who loves to laugh and isn't shy. He would like someone who is bad at hiding how they feel, making them an open book. I think she would love to prank and barely ever gets jealous. She would, however be less understanding for his problems and would just laugh at him getting detention( unless with Umbridge, of course). I think that she would be very sarcastic and bubbly. She would have a lot of friends, guy friends, too. That was something Fred wouldn't like too much. I think she and her guy friends would often innocently flirt, making Fred angry and causing small fights. He knows she would never cheat, because one of her good traits is loyal, something I think Fred needs.
  • George Weasley: George, unlike his twin would date someone on the shy side. Not very shy, but more to herself, with less friends. She would be very kind and sweet. She would take her studies very seriously and in the beginning, she wouldn't like his pranks. She would grow into them and even covering for the twins. She would never be a part of them, however. She would like to just lay outside in the grass with George, and he would like that too. It would just be the two of them, kissing, hugging, laughing. She would be very funny, just not many people know that.
  • Neville Longbottom: Definitively a sweet girl. However, she won't be very shy, she would be more outspoken and not afraid to tell people what she thinks. She would listen to all of Neville's problems and when necessary, she would tell him to snap out of it and go o with his life.
  • Oliver Wood: I think Oliver would date someone who LOVES Quidditch. I guess everyone knew. She doesn't need to play it, but just loves it and never miss a match. If she plays, she would be just as competitive as Oliver and if in an other house, the two would definitively be very competitive, making bets and trying to get the most amount of people on their side. After for example, she loses, Oliver would rub it in her face before complementing her. I think he would be very sweet and caring, unless she said she will beat him in the next game, then he will go defensive. They would be very cute and as I like to put a stamp on everything, GOALS.