i just love your face so so much i can't take this anymore

101 fluffy prompts
  • FALLING IN LOVE
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • LIVING TOGETHER
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • MARRIED LIFE
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • PREGNANCY
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • PARENTING
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."
Listen up folks...

I’m not gonna talk about what sparked this rant. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is what I’m about to say.

I’m freaking done with the hate.

This SPN Family is supposed to be encouraging, accepting, we’re supposed to at least try to get along. Apparently that’s too hard. Now I could rant for hours about how some people in the SPN Family are treating eachother, but that’s for another time. This rant is going to be about one thing, the hate that the wives of the two leaders of this SPN Family receive. For this post I’m going to focus on one of the wives in particular…Danneel Ackles.

Once again as the Ackles family was nice enough to share parts of their life with us, people decide to be douchebags. This time Jensen isn’t happy with his life because he isn’t smiling in the photo of him & JJ. Also apparently comparing his kids to the comedy & tragedy is just a terrible thing to do. Oh, did you also hear that the twins might not be his because he said “my” twins instead of “our” twins. This is all Danneel’s fault too because she makes Jensen hate his life.

She can’t do anything right in the eyes of some people and it’s pissing me off. What did she do to cause so much hate? Now is the part when I ramble on about all she’s done…

She told her husband to go to a convention for the fans a few days after giving birth to twins.

Jensen told the story about finding out about the twins…JJ gave him a letter about it when he arrived at the airport…meaning he couldn’t be at the doctor appoint. How many doctor appointments do you think he had to miss because of filming?

She uses her “celebrity” to bring awareness to different events and situations going on in the world. I didn’t know about the Yulin dog festival until she talked about it. She does different work for a variety of charities, freaking google it if you don’t believe it.

Her husband is in a different country for the majority of the year while she stays back home in Austin. Have you ever had your husband away for a long period of time? Cause I have. It sucks. I complained about it on social media ALL THE TIME, but she never does.

She was a working woman in Hollywood. IMDb that shit. She was a steady worker in Hollywood however she slowed down/stopped when they had JJ.

Think of all the times she’s been out with her husband, cause that’s what Jensen is, he’s not “omg Jensen Ackles TV star”, he’s Jensen, the pain in the butt who forgot to take out the trash or forgot to grab the milk when he ran to the stores. Think about how many times she’s probably been out with him & had to deal with people coming up to talk to him. Now think about how many times this has happened & people have ignored her existence or used her as nothing more then a photo taker. Fans don’t mean too, but that shit probably happens more often then you think. I would get so sick of that.

Did I forget to mention how Jensen freaking lights up whenever someone brings up Danneel? CAUSE I WITNESSED IT IN PERSON A FEW WEEKS AGO & HE LEGIT LOOKS LIKE A TEENAGER IN LOVE WHEN SOMEONE TALKS ABOUT HER!

But no.

Apparently we’re supposed to hate her just cause.

Now is when the “haters” start to go, “you just like her because of who she’s married to.”

No haters.

No.

I knew about Danneel before I knew about Jensen. I know Danneel from One Tree Hill but I started to admire her when she hosted Maxim’s Hot 100 in 2009. She was the really pretty model/actress that I looked up to because she was funny & pretty. It wasn’t until I started watching Supernatural in 2015 that I had the “holy cow they’re married to each other” moment.

So.

To sum up this rant; you don’t have to like Danneel, just don’t be a dick. If you admire Jensen as a human, don’t disrespect his wife or his family.

Basically if you wouldn’t go up to a person & say it to their face, don’t say it. Plus why bother wasting your time hating something when you could spend your time on something you love?

End rant.

Zodiac Gothic: Terrifying things may come
  • Aries: One day, when you blink, you'll see anther world in between the closing and opening of your eyelids. It will be terrifying, horrible, indescribable - and you will forget it as soon as you open your eyes. Perhaps it just happened. Perhaps it will happen tomorrow. Or perhaps, the last time you close your eyes, it will happen. And you won't be able to open them again to escape.
  • Taurus: The next time someone tells you to run, do it. Even if you are surrounded by nothing but walls, run until you can't run anymore - then walk, then crawl, then squirm. Only when you have exhausted all means of movement will you be safe.
  • Gemini: You are going to meet a special someone soon. A /very/ special someone. They will not have eyes, and their tongue will be heinously long. They will try to wrap you up - let them. Only once you give in to them will they let you go.
  • Cancer: Something horrible has happened. It had nothing to do with you, but it happened. Just now, it happened again. You are powerless to stop these horrible things. And they, too, are powerless to hurt you - so long as you remember to listen to the weather. Did you forget? Hmm. Something bad has happened. It had everything to do with you.
  • Leo: There are dark forces attempting to change your fate right now. But will it be for better, or for worse? Leave a lemon on your porch overnight to stop them. You may save yourself - or doom yourself to an even worse fate. You must make the decision soon, or the forces will already be upon you.
  • Virgo: Don't go to an ocean. Don't go to a lake. Actually, it's probably best you avoid swimming pools too. To be safe, don't even take a bath tonight - it isn't worth the risk. Is it raining? Well, then your fate has been sealed...
  • Libra: Don't stare too long at that object that shouldn't be there. Pretend that it's normal. If you pretend that you didn't just see it move out of the corner of your eye, you will be safe.
  • Scorpio: Don't do it. I know that you're thinking about doing it - but don't. There are demons waiting to take a hold of you if you succeed. What is 'it' you might be wondering - well, you know. You're the one who planned it.
  • Sagittarius: The monster under your bed loves you. It loves you so very much. It crawls out and sleeps next to you at night, and it stares at pictures of you while you are away. It even fights off the other monsters every night. But watch out, it might just fail some night....and the monster in the closet loves you in a much more violent way.
  • Capricorn: Someday, when you are home alone in a new house, there will be an extra door that you will notice, and be unsure of it was there before. It wasn't. It contains a set of stairs, each step more wet and soft than the last. The further down these stairs. you walk, the hotter and damper you feel, and the more lights you will see on the walls. Do not touch the lights. Do not touch the walls. Keep walking - you will eventually trip, and find yourself facing up the stairs. Walk up. Do not, at any point, turn back - the teeth will come.
  • Aquarius: A strange and hauntingly beautiful woman will ask to use your phone in a parking lot at midnight, sometime in the near future. It will be cloudy and dark. She will look startlingly familiar, but you will not be able to remember her at all. You must not allow her to take your phone. You must not allow her to take your heart.
  • Pisces: If you ever find yourself surrounded by strangers, keep a look out for anyone with golden pupils in plain white eyes. If you have seen them, then immediately cleanse yourself with fish water and lemon juice. If it's been more than three days, you have been Marked for something that is yet unknown, but must be avoided at all cost.

Okay so someone (moi) went skating today and I just…. couldn’t stop thinking of Snowbaz??? So here’s some headcanons that /might/ get turned into an actual fic idk anymore XDD

  • So /technically/ they don’t really know each other bc school is a big place and ye
  • So Simon has a job at the local skate rink as one of those ppl that u know kinda just skate around the rink and help the ppl who fell get up
  • So ye here u are with Simon Snow with his golden curls and beat up pair of roller skates and ye
  • And one day Baz’s step mum forces him to take his sisters skating
  • Oh boy oh boy oh boy
  • So those little butts they force Baz to rent a pair of skates with them (cuz they “can't” skate)
  • So y’know Baz laces up the kids skates and then his skates and stands up
  • At first it seems like he’ll be fine
  • And the chiddlers go and skate no problem
  • Baz doesn’t get two feet without falling
  • Frick
  • But freaking Mordelia is like “C’monnnnn Bazzzzz.”
  • So shakily Baz gets onto the skate rink and he’s like uber embarrassed bc what the frick Mordelia you can skate perfectly fine by urself why couldn’t I just stand on the side and laugh at the ppl falling instead of being the person falling?
  • So I mean he almost falls a lot but it’s okay cuz he’s hugging the wall and it’s keeping him on his feet (but he is forced to skate in shame as kids that are like 5 years old zoom past him)
  • And then he gets to that part all skate rinks have that have no bars u know those places
  • Oh frick
  • For a second he thinks he has it and gets rlly excited for a sec (that dork)
  • And then he falls on his face
  • (As he puts it, his life flashed before his eyes)
  • Then Simon frickin Snow that graceful dorkface comes in swiftly and reaches a hand down to Baz
  • “Are you okay, Sir?”
  • Baz tries to get up but when he looks up at Simon he practically falls again cuz what the frick nobody has the right to be that hot
  • (Simon is literally thinking the exact same thing and it’s a miracle he isn’t looking like a tomato rn)
  • “Fine,” Baz grumbles as he gets to his feet
  • And to his embarrassment, he slips again, right into Simon Snow’s arms
  • Oops
  • So Baz is like super embarrassed and flustered and it’s a mess
  • And Simon is like squealing on the inside bc WHAT THE FRICK OH MY GODDDDDD but he keeps his cool bc he’s Simon idk
  • Anyway Baz skates away basically dying
  • And ye
  • But like the whole night Baz keeps falling and Simon keeps skating to him laughing and saying “Are you sure you don’t want my help?”
  • Baz denies every time
  • Soon the night comes to an end
  • And both Baz and Simon are a little sadder than they’d like to admit
  • (Those dorks. They crushin)
  • And then
  • The next week
  • Oh my gods Baz takes his sisters again
  • OFBSKSHEJDIWBWNEM
  • He doesn’t admit it but he wants to see Simon again
  • (DORK)
  • So the same thing happens as before
  • But at the end of the night Simon asks, “What’s ur name?”
  • “Baz.”
  • “Simon.”
  • THEN MY GODS OKAY WOW
  • So it kinda happens every week
  • They look forward to it
  • (A lot)
  • So anyway
  • Simon ends up telling Penny about him
  • “Oh my god Penny he’s so pretty.”
  • “Did you see his eyes? Aren’t they amazing?”
  • “Pennnyyyyyyyyyy I’m not done with my storyyyyyy.”
  • Then one day he calls her at like 1 in the morning
  • “Penny….”
  • “What is it now Simon? It’s 1am can’t I sleep?”
  • “Penny I….” Simon bites his lip
  • “What is it Simon?”
  • “How did you know you loved Micah?”
  • “Wha–is this about Agatha again?”
  • “I–what? No I’m just… curious.”
  • Penny takes a deep breath
  • “It’s when all you can think about it is them. It’s when you look forward to see them everyday and you miss them with every part of your soul.”
  • Silence
  • “Penny?”
  • “Yes Simon?”
  • “I think I like Baz.”
  • 0.0
  • Okay so cut to the next week
  • Simon sees Baz with his sisters and skates over to him
  • He’s like rlly nervous
  • But he goes up to Baz
  • “Hey um Baz?” Simon says. Baz turns around and to his surprise sees Simon
  • “Hey Simon.”
  • “Um… do you want to skate with me?”
  • Baz shrugs
  • They skate together
  • And it’s sorta killing Simon cuz BAZ IS SO SLOW
  • But his heart is racing like oh my god oh my god ohmygod
  • He’s rlly pink and Baz is wondering what the frick is going on
  • Like what the hell Simon?
  • Baz is too lost in thought that he doesn’t see some kid skate in front of him until he almost crashes into them and he doesn’t but he falls
  • “Baz are you alright?”
  • Simon holds out a hand
  • For the first time, Baz takes it
  • Electricity shocks through both of their arms
  • Baz stands up
  • Both of their hands are still linked
  • And then Penny that little devil who is in charge of the music changes the song in the middle of another song and plays “Can You Feel The Love Tonight”
  • Simon is so red and like god damnit Penny you had one job
  • But Baz is looking at him in a way that… he rlly likes
  • And suddenly they find themselves drifting closer together
  • (Or Baz is sliding that’s also a possibility)
  • And then my gods Simon is pretty much like “whatever” and kisses Baz
  • Baz’s head: FJDJBWKSHBWKHSHW
  • Simon’s head: KEHAKSGWHWNKFKENWHWN
  • basically both of them are dying but they like love it a lot omgs
  • And then the moment is ruined as Baz slips and both of them crash to the floor
  • Simon just laughs
  • “I-I like you,” he stutters
  • “I-I like you, too.”
Things to be happy about today

-Somewhere in the world, it has just gotten warm enough to have a pleasant afternoon walk. A girl calls for her dog and grabs the leash. Little puppy nails scramble against the tile, and the dog almost careens into the table, barely able to control the inertia of his own excitement.

-Somewhere in the world, a young man nudges his wife. “It’s time to wake up,” he murmurs. She mumbles something that may or may not be words and pulls the covers over her head. The boy can’t help the smile that softly spreads across his face. He nestles back into the covers and wraps his arm around her, deciding that, perhaps just this one time, they can spare a few more minutes in bed. The girl peeks out from her blanket cocoon, and the boy takes the chance to swoop in for a kiss on her nose. She squeaks and bats him away. “Don’t do that!” But she’s laughing. They both are. The boy takes a moment to wonder how he got so lucky. He loves her so, so much.

-Somewhere in the world, a person idly doodles in their notebook during class. When they examine their handiwork, they realize that the drawing is actually pretty good. They wear a small, goofy smile for the rest of the day.

-Somewhere in the world, an old woman slowly slips on her gardening gloves and hobbles outside to check on her plants. As she bends to grab the watering can, she sees that one of her tulips has bloomed, a brilliant red nestled in a sea of green. She claps her hands, once, and calls inside for her grandson to come look. 

-Somewhere in the world, two shy people are in love. They sit by a bonfire, watching the crackling of the flames and thinking about how they are going to tell their families. One of them tenses and relaxes their hand a few times, wondering what their mother will think, what their friends will think, what they will do if no one approves. Their anxiety builds until they feel a soft hand catch theirs. They look up, into the warm, inviting eyes of the person they adore, and their shoulders relax. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. They will make it through together, and it will be worth it. It will all be okay.

-Somewhere in the world, a young immigrant holds a letter from her dream college in her hands. Her whole body shakes as she runs her nail along the envelope, tearing it open. Her parents hover over her shoulder, filled with a mix of anxiety and excitement. They don’t understand much English, but they recognize the word that appears at the top of the page when it is unfolded: congratulations! Everyone starts cheering at once. This is the first time the girl has ever seen her father cry. They all throw themselves in a messy group hug, bouncing up and down in a rhythm that is not synced, but somehow still seems like a perfect harmony.

-Somewhere in the world, you woke up. It may be the easiest thing you had to do today, or the hardest thing you have to do every day. Either way, your eyes fluttered open and you took a deep breath, letting the sensation of consciousness wash over you. It may be a nice feeling. It may be a burden. But you have done it. You have risen to the challenge of a new day. You may accomplish one of your life’s dreams today. You may only accomplish the act of allowing your heart to beat. Both of these things are worth celebrating. 

-Somewhere in the world, a young woman with a very tiny ponytail types at a keyboard. She is tired, barely able to keep her eyes open, but she is grateful to be alive for another day. She knows that her words may reach no one, but that there’s a chance someone’s heart may be a little lighter if she sends her thoughts out into the world, and it’s a chance she’s willing to take. She settles on the last thing she wants to say before closing her laptop and dozing off for an afternoon nap:

The mistakes you made yesterday don’t matter anymore. Today is the perfect day to try again.

bones | 05 ✓

• pairing: jung hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi
• genre/warnings: angst, fluff
• words: 9,245
→ summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…?
• note. inspired by this song here.

  » playlist | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 ✓

a/n: it’s finally the end, sobsss.  

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Home to you.

Did someone say angsty one way communication. Okay, it’s not texting but I’m SO your girl for angsty one way communication! This one is classic rip your heart out and duct tape it back together with glitter glue. Enjoy :)


“I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m trying to get back home to you, and I won’t ever stop until I do.”

His hand dropped, grip still tight around the shell as he turned back to Ariel.

“Ariel, is there any chance-”

“I’m sorry, Captain. Unless you can hold your breath for… I mean I’m a fast swimmer but not that fast.”

“But you could reach Storybrooke? Would you ensure that my message was received?” She nodded and he felt a weight lift from his shoulders. “Thank you Ariel. This, this means more to me than I could ever hope to describe.”

When they reached the water’s edge she reached around her neck and unclasped her necklace, her tail reappeared as she dove into the cloudy water. No sooner had her tail passed beyond his view there was a bright light and a wave came crashing back towards the shore, Ariel caught in its tow.

“Ariel!” Hook dove forward, catching her arm before she was pulled back under. She was fumbling with something around her neck and soon she’d two legs under her again.

“You were out of my sight for no more than a moment, you couldn’t possibly have-”

I’m sorry, Captain. I’ve made the trip to Storybrooke countless times now but this time… I couldn’t break through. It was like the fury of a storm pushing back against me.

“So the ways are shut to you? Have you ever experienced such a thing before? Has something happened to the town?”

“No, It was more… more like reaching a locked door than an empty room.”

“Thank you for trying, Ariel. Perhaps another way…” He reluctantly handed her the seashell but she shook her head.

“Keep it. Talk to her sometimes. Maybe she missed your first message, so tell her again.”

He nodded and within moments she was no more than a ripple on the surface of the water.


“Emma? Ariel tried to reach Storybrooke, to ensure that you knew the truth but she was unable to pass. I hope you’re safe. I never meant to leave you. I’m trying to come home. I love you.”

She had clasped the shell around her neck hours ago, in the hopes of catching his voice again, and now she’d heard the message a dozen times. Each time a flare of anger rose up in her and she finally glared up at Gideon. “You’re telling me that instead of asking for my help in defeating the apparent source of all Evil, you thought it made the most sense to kidnap my true love and hold him for ransom? Did it occur to you for even a moment that I might have been more willing to help you before you tried to kill me and ripped my true love away?”

“Tell you my plan when you could have chosen to stop me? I’ve worked too hard for this to let it rest on the whim of another.”

“Let me talk to him,” she insisted, putting down what she had been working on suddenly.

“Not until you help me to-”

“No,” Emma interrupted. “Keep him trapped in another realm, fine. It will hurt me like hell but it won’t get you a single step closer to your goal. You need me. But until I’m sure that it is really him, that you haven’t killed him and recorded this message somehow, I’ll not so much as help you resolve a parking violation.”

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bfl (boyfriend bestfriend lover)

genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

star of the show: NCT’s Jaehyun

word count: 1,545 words

Originally posted by why-jaehyun

opening line: “Although your boyfriend is highkey a manipulator and gets petty at times, you still love Jung Jaehyun for being there for you when you need it the most.” 

*happy birthday jjh you make me swerve too hard for you but I still love you very very much, you dimpled cutie.* 

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.

anonymous asked:

47!!

fUNNY STORY ACTUALLY OKAY SO IM PRETTY SURE I WAS HALF ASLEEP WHEN I GOT THIS REQUEST AND LIKE ADDED IT TO THE LIST ALONG WITH THE LINE BC I VANT REMEMBER IF THIS LINE WAS 47 OR 21 BUT I HAVE IT DOWN AS 47 SO EVEN IF IT ISNT HERE IT IS:

47- “how can you still look so attractive while crying"

PART TWO OF “I NEED SOME TIME”

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it’s been three weeks since you’ve seen or spoken to shawn, you wanted to reach out to him but you honestly didn’t know what to say.

he hasn’t tried contacting you, but did you blame him? you denied his marriage proposal.

well technically you said you needed time. but as you thought more and more about it, you knew it was too early to get married.

that didn’t mean you wanted shawn out of your life, or that you wanted to stop going out with him. you wanted to continue the relationship because you could definitely see yourself marrying him one day.

“y/n,” your best friend opened your bedroom door. “seriously just go talk to him. you’ve been sitting here for three weeks.”

you shook your head, “no he probably doesn’t want to see me anymore.”

“y/n,” she sighed. “you have to talk to him. it’s been three weeks, it’s time.”

you continued to stare out the window, particularly a couple who happened to be walking past. they looked so happy. you could’ve been that happy, but you ruined it.

you hated knowing she was right, you needed to talk to shawn at some point or else you would probably be in the state for a while. god, who knew how shawn was taking this whole thing?

“okay, you’re right. i’m going to go right now.” you say, getting up from your position at your bay window and making your way to the bathroom.

once you threw on some decent clothes, and fixed your hair and brushed your teeth, you grabbed your car keys and drove to shawn’s house.

the whole drive there you were deciding if you really wanted to go there or not, shawn was probably furious with you and honestly you wouldn’t be shocked if he never wanted to see you again.

you were lying if you said that wouldn’t hurt. even though you denied him, you still love him and would like to see where this relationship will go.

you found yourself in front of his driveway faster than you expected. you sat in your car for a while before deciding to finally go up to the door. it was now or never.

taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door a few times. no answer.

“shawn?” you asked, hoping maybe he was standing on the other side of the door.

after receiving no answer, you decided to let yourself in with the spare key under the door mat.

luckily he seemed to be the only one home since his car was the only one in the driveway. you pushed open the door to reveal shawn standing about a foot away from it.

your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him. his hair was a disheveled mess, and his eyes were red and puffy. they began to water again at the sight of you.

“y/n,” he said, letting out a shaky breath. “uh, what are you doing here?”

your heart broke at the sight of him.

“you should, uh, you should go.” he said, scratching the back of his neck. his voice was shaky, meaning he was about to cry again. he had never wanted you to see him cry.

“shawn, we need to talk about what happened.” you said, walking towards him. every step you took toward him, he stepped back.

“there’s nothing to talk about,”

“shawn,” you stepped forward again. this time, shawn didn’t take a step away. you grabbed his hand and cupped his chin, forcing his tear filled eyes to look at you.

“you know i love you right?”

he nodded, “but it’s too early to make a commitment like that.” he mumbled, tears were beginning to stream down his face. “i know, i know, i moved way to fast and probably scared you away.”

he effortlessly removed himself from your grip and turned away, making his way to his room. you followed, knowing this conversation was well from over.

“y/n, just go.” he cried, flopping onto his bed face first into his pillow.

“hey,” you soothed, taking a seat next to him and rubbing his back. “you didn’t scare me away shawn. i’m here aren’t i?”

“i knew i should’ve just gone with plan A, i shouldn’t have done it.” he exclaimed.

you ran your hand through his hair, trying your absolute hardest to comfort him. you knew you also had to keep your distance since you did break his heart three weeks ago.

after a few more minutes, he finally sat up. forcing himself to look at you. all you wanted to do was hold him and tell him everything was going to be okay, but you honestly didn’t know. maybe he didn’t want to continue the relationship, maybe it was time to go your separate ways.

“how can you still look so attractive while crying?” you said, speaking before you thought. you covered your hand with your mouth. “sorry.”

shawn let out a weak chuckle, “its
okay.” he took a deep breath before speaking again.

“look y/n, i hope this doesn’t scare you away but before i proposed that night i spent so long debating weather to do that or just give you the promise ring i bought. looking back i don’t know why i didn’t pick the damn promise ring, that would’ve been so much better.”

you weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or to you, because most of the time he sounded almost like he was scolding himself.

“shawn, it’s okay honestly.” you smiled. “maybe we moved a bit too fast.”

he nodded, “just a bit.”

“but,” you started, lacing your fingers together. “if that promise ring is still an option, i would love it.”

you knew it was a long shot to ask that considering the position of your relationship, but it never hurt to try.

his eyes widened, “oh! yeah, uh hold on, let me grab it.”

you laughed as he rummaged through his drawers to find the small box.

“wait, wait,” you interrupted him. “you bought a promise ring and an engagement ring?”

he returned with a small white pandora box in his hand, “yes. i may have got a little over excited.”

you laughed as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful princess crown ring.

“i’m not sure if i need to make a speech, i kinda did that already.”

you smiled as he slid the ring into your finger.

“thank you shawn, this is perfect.”

he let out a sigh of relief, “thank god.”

you smiled, quickly kissing him. happy that you have your boyfriend back.

anonymous asked:

How would the RFA (I'd like saeran and vanderwood but I get it if u can't) react to an MC that looks kinda young/sweet/innocent but in reality doesn't take anyone's crap and is sassy???? I read your last couple ones btw and they were really cute (I kinda got this from ur college vanderwood one tbh)

I think i went overboard on MC’s sassiness.. sorry.Also thank you for being so kind.

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-Senior year sucks

-There are so many changes that Keith isn’t ready for

-Starting new again

-Having to share a room with total strangers

-No longer being able to hang out with Hunk or Pidge

-But worse of all no longer being able to spend time with the man that makes his heart skip a beat

-Keith regrets never telling Lance how he feels, especially since he’s been friends with Lance since 3rd grade and developed feelings in 8th grade that have yet to disappear

-But he can’t tell Lance because it’s their last year and who knows if they’re going to the same school in the fall

-When it finally comes to applying they all find out that their number one school is Garrison because let’s face it they’re all interested in astrophysics

-Since they all applied they agree to open all their letters together

-And everyone gets in

-Everyone but the one person Keith really wanted to be there

-You see Lance got waitlisted

-He jokes around and claims he expected it while Hunk looks seconds away from tears

-Because as much as Keith likes to think he’s close with Lance, their friendship has nothing on the sibling like bond Hunk and Lance have

-Pidge is furious, they won’t say it but they are just glaring at the wall because Lance wasn’t accepted when he should have

-Meanwhile, Keith is just shocked, he thought that certainly Lance would be admitted in, now he really can’t tell Lance he likes him

-For a while things are kind of sad but then they get bad

-You see Shiro’s family are rich corporation owners

-So when Shiro is kidnapped it’s not that big of a surprise

-The problem is that the people who have taken Shiro as a captive haven’t asked for a ransom or shown any sign of life after the initial video taunting the family and through the tragedy of it all, Keith decides to save Shiro, but to do that he can’t be distracted by school

-Keith rejects Garrison

-Not even one day later Lance receives a phone call

-Lance and the others accept not knowing that Keith didn’t

-Keith doesn’t tell Lance about his crush on him, or better yet that he loves him

-With time Keith finds Shiro, and although Shiro lost his arm other than that he will be okay

-After celebrating Shiro’s return and the gangs admittance to Garrison(they still don’t know about Keith), Lance corners Keith

-In the sense that Keith had been avoiding him and well, Lance found a way to get Keith alone

-Lance then confesses that he loves Keith probably has for a long time and suddenly Keith can’t help it he just starts laughing hysterically

-Because man isn’t it ironic that the reason he didn’t tell Lance was because of college and the future and now that he isn’t even going to A college he learns that it’s mutual

-By the time Keith regain his composure and gets ready to say yes to Lance and just kiss him Lance is gone

-For days Keith tries to communicate with Lance but he always gets intercepted by Hunk

-At one point Hunk looked straight into Keith’s eyes and told him “Do you know the amount of courage and pep talks it took for Lance to be able to even believe your friendship wouldn’t be ruined by his confession ?!”

-Keith now feels like shit

-He ruined one of the best things in his life because he kept waiting, and when the other got tired of their little game he didn’t respond well

-Keith doesn’t want to give up but he has no idea what he can do to fix it and the next thing he knows the others are getting ready to start school

-Before they leave however, Pidge goes to Keith and tells him of how miserable Lance is and if he’s going to do something he needs to do it soon

-For once they leave, Lance may find it easier to move on

-Keith then rushes to Lance’s house to go apologize and tell him of his feelings only to learn that Lance already left without the others because he didn’t want to be there anymore

-So Keith drives all the way the way to the Garrison, and finds his way to Lance’s dorm room and knocks

-Lance opens the door, he looks awful, his face has broken out, his eyes no longer have the little sparkle, he looks exhausted and sad

-And that’s when Keith loses all ability to speak and just starts crying, Lance not wanting to cause a big scene ushers Keith into his room

-After crying inconsolably for a good 5 minutes, Keith starts to ramble, spilling out all his feelings and confessing one thing after another

-From rejecting the Garrison to loving Lance since he was 13 years old

-By the end he just looks up at Lance and just begs for Lance to give him another chance

-And then the next thing he know Lance is kissing him

—a school year later—-

-After everything that happened with the Garrison, Keith decided to go to the local community college for his freshman year and then to transfer to the Garrison

-Keith is accepted the second time as well

-While moving into his new dorm room he finds hands snaking around his hips

-It’s Lance going for a kiss

-Keith is happy that he’s in Garrison with all his friends and the man that makes his heart skip a beat

-And if in a few days they are known as the cutest item, Keith will neither agree or deny taking part in spreading the accurate information

anonymous asked:

NIF IM SO GLAD YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Okay so I always see fluff about Ignis taking care of his sick s/o, but what if Ignis got sick? And maybe he hides it from his friends and s/o until something happens and he can't hide it anymore? And Iggy has to be taken care of for once?? Love you and your writing, Nif, you're a gem ❤

A Near Miss

Ignis x Reader
Word Count: 1,602
SFW

Uhhh I hope this is alright, it got super sUUUUPER angsty as I was writing it and then I tried to inject it with fluff. So hopefully you like it! I was gonna wait to write something until tomorrow but I’m still sick at the moment so this prompt called to me, haha.

Ignis was not well. Not that he’d ever admit that out loud—no, there was too much to do, too much ground to cover, and not enough time in the day. The stinger of a killer wasp had grazed his ankle, not enough to knock him off his feet, but enough that the poison had slowly started to seep into his blood stream, making him weaker and weaker with each step.

He’d used the last of the potions on Noctis, who’d needed it more than he did, and so he suffered in silence as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his glove and pressed on.

You eyed him curiously. It wasn’t like Ignis to be so quiet. He normally couldn’t help but chastise the others for one thing or another, or toss in a quip or two while they made their way back to camp.

You could see the blue haze of the campground coming into view. Out of the corner of your eye, Ignis stumbled.

“Iggy?” You turned to face him fully, and he looked awful. His skin was so pale, and a layer of sweat coated his body, and you could hear his teeth chattering as it cooled on his skin. You weren’t ten feet from camp when he collapsed to the ground, his breath coming in short pants.

You ran over to his side and rolled him over so that his head was in your hands. His eyes were fluttering shut, and you were in an absolute panic.

“Guys!” you screamed frantically. The others turned to you, alarm written across their faces as they rushed over. “Noctis, do something!”

“We have potions back at camp,” he said hurriedly. “Prompto, c’mon!” The two of them dashed away towards the tent to get the emergency supply of potions from the cooler. Gladio kneeled down to be eye level with you.

“Here, let me take him.”

“B-but,” you stammered, tears falling from your eyes. “What if we move him and something goes wrong?”

Gladio placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to stop you from shaking. “We need to get him back to camp where it’s safe. We need to see what happened and what’s wrong with him, and for us to do that, you need to let me take him back to the tent. Okay?”

You looked down at Ignis’ face, his pulse slowing under your fingertips. He looked ghastly, and his skin was starting to turn an unhealthy shade of white. You bit back a sob and nodded. “Okay.”

Ignis wasn’t a short man, so you couldn’t help but briefly marvel at how easily Gladio scooped him up in his arms. He carried him with ease back to the campsite just as Noctis and Prompto charged back with several potions in hand. Prompto cracked one open just to get the healing process started, and Noctis helped you to your feet.

“C’mon,” he urged you forward. “He’s gonna need your help.”

You nodded and followed him back up the small hill to the tent, where Gladio had laid him down on top of his bedroll. You crawled over to his side and placed a hand on his cheek.

The potion that Prompto had administered was already helping, thankfully, but he still looked so pale. You took another potion from his hands and tilted the bottle to his lips, leaning his head up so that he could drink it a little easier. It took a few minutes for the magic to take effect, but soon he was asleep, his breathing back to normal.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Prompto asked nervously, wringing his wrists out of habit. You sighed, but gave a nod.

“Yeah. I think so.” You glanced at your friends, who all looked anxiously down at Ignis, wondering what happened. “You guys should eat something. We have some Cup Noodles left. I’ll stay here and check for his injuries and wait until he wakes up.”

The others eyed each other, but quietly agreed and exited the tent. You sat cross-legged at Ignis’ side, stroking your fingers gently through his hair. You weren’t sure what happened—he seemed fine earlier in the day. You’d had to deal with some MTs, a spiracorn or two, but nothing too taxing.

But then you remembered the killer wasps that you’d had the misfortune of angering earlier, and immediately went into a panic. Had Ignis been poisoned?

You tried to look him over for injuries, or any tears to his clothing. You made it down to his leg, where a small tear near the hem of his pants revealed the answer. You lifted it up and saw a long, thin scar, healed over from the potions, where the tip of a wasp’s stinger had ripped open his skin.

You felt yourself getting angry, unable to comprehend why he wouldn’t just tell you or ask for help. You shuffled back to his side, hands folded in your lap. You hastily wiped at the tears pricking the corners of your eyes and waited for him to wake up.

It was maybe an hour later that he finally stirred. The others were still out by the campfire, knowing better than to intrude on the two of you when they knew something was wrong. Ignis woke to the sound of you quietly crying, pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes to try and get yourself to stop.

“Darling?”

You lifted your face from your hands, your vision a little blurry. “Iggy?”

He sat up on his elbows and groaned before lying back down. “Am I dead?”

You wanted to smack him. You wanted to scream, wanted to haul him up to his feet and pound on his chest for scaring you like that. But instead, all you could do was cry.

“My dear,” he reached a hand out to graze your forearm. “What’s the matter? Please don’t cry, everything will be alright.”

“Iggy,” you sniffled between breaths. “I almost lost you. And you didn’t say anything to anyone. What if we hadn’t gotten back to camp in time, huh? What if you just dropped dead in the middle of the woods in my arms and that was just…it?” You shook your head, looking skyward. “What were you thinking?”

He was quiet. He hadn’t thought of that—calculating, precise, strategical Ignis, hadn’t thought of what would have happened had he actually succumbed to the poison. Hadn’t thought of what you would have gone through if he had died without an explanation, didn’t realize the mistake he had made by staying silent.

Ignis brought his hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek. “My love,” he said, barely above a whisper. His voice shook and his fingers trembled. “I’m so sorry.”

His words broke your resolve and you sank down beside him, crying into his shoulder as you curled against his side. He brought his arms around you and held you tightly against him, stroking your back until your breathing slowed.

You wiped your face hastily with your sleeves. “Don’t ever do that again,” you grumbled, smacking his chest lightly. “Next time you need help, or need someone to take care of you, please just tell me. I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you.”

Ignis nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, my dearest. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Good,” you pulled him closer, hugging his lean torso. “Because next time you almost die on me, I’ll kill you.”

He laughed, the sweet sound filling your ears. It was such a relief to hear the sound as it filled the tent, warming your heart as you gazed up at him. The colour was back in his cheeks, and he looked like his usual self again.

You cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his, rolling halfway on top of him to get a better angle so you could deepen the kiss. Ignis’ hands came up to card through your hair, his leg sliding between your thighs. You were about to slide your hands underneath his shirt to gently claw at his abdomen when—

“Ahem.”

You practically jumped off of Ignis as Noctis cleared his throat from the entrance of the tent. You pretended to cough, and Ignis smiled lazily from his spot on the ground.

“You look like someone’s feeling better,” Noctis commented as you brought a hand to your face, hiding the blush that dusted your cheeks.

“Better than ever,” Ignis confirmed, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. “I daresay I’m ready to engage in physical activity.”

Noctis rolled his eyes. “I don’t wanna know.” He swiftly exited the tent, and you swatted at Ignis’ arm. He couldn’t help but laugh, dragging you closer again.

“Now, where were we?”

“Nuh-uh,” you wagged your finger in his face. “You’re not fully healed yet. And I am not having sex with you in this tent with those nosy bastards outside listening in on us.”

Ignis merely shrugged, pecking you on the cheek. “Unfinished business always provides the most lucrative rewards in any case.”

You chuckled and helped him stand up. “Come on, handsome,” you said, leading him out of the tent. “Let’s get you something to eat. And don’t say what I know you’re going to say.”

Ignis shook his head at the innuendo, but couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as you laced your fingers with his and led him outside into the cool evening air.

Eyes On You

Requested by @liivylava I was wondering if I could have a Happy imagine based on the song Every breath you take by The police? 

Happy never intended to become some creeper stalker, staying in the shadows, watching every move a women made. Yet here he sat, in an empty lot, hid behind a tree, watching (Y/N) coming home from yet another date.

He’s been at this for the last two months, when he couldn’t have his own eyes on her, he made sure a prospect was watching her every move.  He didn’t do it because he was obsessed with her, well maybe he was just a little bit, it was for her safety.

Once it was known that the Tacoma Killer had himself an Old lady, she became a target, he always worried about her. Even now, two months after she had left him; because of an error in his judgement, he still loved and cared about her.

Jealously, nagged at the pit of his stomach and clawed it’s way up. His jaw clenched tightly as he watched yet another jerk walk his women to the door.  He’d watched it a half dozen times before, the parade of men, in the last two months.  

He felt betrayed at first, that she didn’t really care about him, since she started dating so fast after leaving him. If it wasn’t for Gemma and Tara, explaining how heart broken she was, he may have made a mistake, and ruined everything. Instead, he took a step back, and waited and watched.

All the past dates would walk her to the door, they all thought they were going to kiss her, or touch her in some way, but  (Y/N) shut them down every time. It gave him hope, he’d chuckle every time those bastards would walk away, with a frustrated look on their faces.

He’d watch for her to appear in her bedroom window, she never smiled anymore. He couldn’t help but think it was his fault. Until now, it all changed, and he wasn’t ready for it.

Tonight’s date was a change, he looked like a pretty rich boy. He drove a fancy car, he was dressed nice, and looked like he worked in an office.  Not the type of guy, she had been seeing, Happy watched as they walked towards the door.

She leaned against her front door, her face illuminated by the porch light.  A soft smile on her face, as she reached out and touched his arm. He stepped close, his arms encircled her waist, pulling her close, then he was kissing her.

His blood started to boil, it took everything he had in him, to stay on his bike and not storm across the street and pummel the guy for kissing what was his. He took a deep breath and waited, and watched. (Y/N) broke off the kiss, she stepped back unlocking and opening the door to go in.

He heard her voice being carried through the night breeze, thanking him for the nice night. Than pretty boy’s deep voice rumbled about not letting the fun night to end. He tried to push his way in, Happy watched as she pushed him back and shook her head.  

She clearly telling him no, that she wasn’t interested. The guy wasn’t taking no for an answer, and he shoved her harder.  She fell back hitting the door, then (Y/N) fell to the floor. Pretty boy jumped on top of her, starting to manhandle her.

Happy let out a primal growl, jumping off his bike, he stormed across the street. Grabbing the man by the shirt collar, jerking him away.  He threw him out of the house, throwing him to the ground.

Happy straddled his chest, hammering at his face with his large hands. “Stay away from (Y/N)! She’s mine, touch her again and I’ll take you apart!”

“What the hell Hap?” He felt her small hands pulling at his Kutte. He fell away from the man he was on top of.

Pretty boy slithered away to his car, peeling away “Are you okay little girl?”

“Why are you here?” She stared at him, her eyes angry.

“I’ve been lost without you….I love you so damn much.” He looked up at her. “I dream about you..”

She pulled away from him, wiping the tears away.  “It’s over, it was the moment you slept with that croweater! You have to let me go.”

“Just give me another chance to explain….you have my crow. You belong to me…my heart is yours.”

She pulled away from him. “I can't….I’m sorry, you broke me.”  She walked towards the house, her shoulders slumped. “I [lan on getting it covered next week.”

“I’m not ready to let you go baby, I’ll always love you. I’ll always be watching you….protecting you.”

She whirled around, storming towards him, shoving him.”Why can’t you leave me alone? I can’t breathe…I try to pretend and smile through the pain. I can’t do it if you’re not going to leave me alone!”

His arms wrapped around her, lifting her up cradling her to him. “I gave Lola a ride home because her ex was threatening her, or so she led me to believe.  I checked the house, to make sure it was safe….that’s the last thing I remember, until you walked in….”

She felt his hot tears on her neck, she wrapped her arms around his neck kissing the top of his head.  “Hap.”

He raised his head his dark eyes looking into hers, for a second everything fell away. She lowered her lips to his, gently kissing him, he returned her kiss passionately.

Carrying her towards the door, inside the house, covering crows, bad judgements, and all other hurtful things were forgotten.

THE END

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The Fateful Double Lines (Spencer x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! So I have an imagine idea that I want to write and a series I want to start so as of right now my requests are closed ☹️ but if you have ideas keep them in the notes and I will write them soon!
Warnings: none?
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: having problems conceiving until they make it and found out about it unexpectedly
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: reader is apart of the BAU Team and her and Hotch goes in to a jail to talk to…
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You sat on the toilet with your head in your hands, waiting for the two little lines to pop up.
You waited and waited, throwing it away as it only presented the one.
You felt a lump in your throat, ready to give up.
You and Spencer have been trying to get pregnant since your honeymoon night, which was almost a year now and nothing has happened.
And you two get it on fairly often, but this time, you were almost positive the second line would show up but just like the countless other times it had remained negative.
You wiped the tears from your cheeks and exited the bathroom to join your husband on the couch to resume movie night.
You sat down and he put his arm around you.
“Alright I’m trying to decide from… are you okay darling?” He asked facing his whole body towards you.
“How long… has it been since our honeymoon?” You said tears threatening to spill from your eyes again.
“10 months and 13 days why?” He asked sitting criss cross in front of you, holding your hands in his.
“That’s how long we have been trying. Spencer… why can’t I give you the most important thing a woman can do for a man? Why can’t I give you a child? Is there something wrong with me?” You asked, sobs escaping your mouth after the ramble.
“No no Y/N darling there isn’t anything wrong with you.” He said lost of words.
“Then why? I know how much you want a child Spencer. I-I can't… I can only give you so much happiness…”
“Stop right there. Are you really upset because you think you don’t make me happy?” He asked looking into your eyes.
You broke down and he hugged you in his arms.
“Y/N young couples take a little while to get pregnant okay? That’s statistics okay? There isn’t anything wrong with you and every living second I’m with you makes me so happy so don’t think that you don’t make me happy. You make me the happiest man alive when I wake up to see your beautiful face and hear your precious laugh.” He said cuddling you and stroking your hair.
His words made you feel a lot better, but you still don’t understand.
You know lots of friends who got pregnant at a young age and it only took two times.
You decided to try to let it go and enjoy the time with your beloved husband.
-
A lot later that night, you woke up with a major snack craving, which is normal for you.
You tiptoed into the kitchen and ate a few crackers before you suddenly felt nauseous.
You ran to the bathroom and unexpectedly threw up into the toilet.
You heard rushed footsteps run down the hall and then Spencer rush through the door.
He carefully held your hair back as you threw up once more, leaving the gross acidic taste in your mouth.
“Are you okay?” He asked rubbing your back.
You nodded tiredly and flushed the toilet.
“I’m going to make you some ginger tea to ease your nausea. Did you eat anything odd earlier?” He asked helping you stand up.
“No I don’t think so.” You replied, thinking of the probabilities of getting the flu.
It is fall after all.
You followed Spencer out of the bathroom but stopped when an idea popped into your head.
You went back into the bathroom and closed the door.
You grabbed another pregnancy test from under the sink and held it in your hand.
“Please. I just want a child. A healthy child that I can see grow and love and cherish.” You whispered as you conducted the test.
Once you were done with your business, you waited for the test to most likely turn negative.
But as you glanced over at it, you saw a faint second line start to appear.
You held it in your hand as your heart stopped in its tracks.
You didn’t think you could pee anymore but sure enough there was more in you to double check.
Sure enough the second one was positive as well.
You jumped up and down in excitement as you rushed out of the bathroom at 3 o'clock in the morning.
“Spencer!” You said standing with the test in your hand.
He looked down and you saw a sparkle of hope gleam in his tired eyes.
“I’m pregnant.” You said as he ran to you and picked you up and spun you around.
“I’m so glad! Not only for the child but I hate seeing you worry like how you were earlier.” He said stroking your hair.
“I love you so much and… I still can’t believe we are going to be having a child.” You said hugging him again after kissing him on the lips.
“Me neither.” He said hugging you tightly.

The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.

maniacani  asked:

//slides in, Uncle Kuro crashing Keith and Shiro's dates cus their reactions are amusing and they can never really tell him off cus they're nice and all, finally the kids (teens??) coming up with a plan to keep their uncle busy all day so their dads can have some alone time lol. Kuro can't really complain, he loves them all too much

[The Voltron Family] Kuro loved Shiro’s family with his everything so obviously he would always visit them as much as he could. He overheard that Shiro and Keith were going on a date, leaving the kids with him to babysit, but they were no longer babies! Hunk was 12, Lance was 11 and Pidge was 10. They were basically adults to Kuro, they didn’t need Uncle Kuro anymore to entertain them unlike when they were younger. So, he had to find other ways of entertainment. 

It was an accident the first time. The kids were at school and he was trying to buy something when he spotted Shiro and Keith eating lunch at a Japanese restaurant. Delighted to see them he approached them and said Hi. His little chat turned into one hour chat, and the husbands didn’t have the heart to tell Kuro that they were on a lunch date.

Second time was accidental but the third time was intentional. Kuro wondered when the married couple would actually tell him to stop crashing their dates. The kids overheard their Daddies talk about it in the kitchen that they need to be sneaky with their dates so Kuro wouldn’t disturb them again. The kids were determined to stop their Uncle Kuro’s game so they followed him on their Daddies’ fifth date. 

The kids were hiding behind a corner at the mall.

Hunk: Black is on the move. *whispers*
Lance: Hunk, why are you not doing the thing? We’ve talked about this! *exasperated*
Hunk: *groans* Black is on the move. Over. *glares at Lance*
Lance: Perfect. *grins* *nudges Pidge* How’s Red and White? Over.
Pidge: So far unaware of Black approaching. Over.
Lance: Okay. *turns to Hunk* Yellow, release the kraken. 
Hunk: *nods in determination* *approached Kuro*
Kuro: *surprised* Oh, hello there, sweetheart. *kisses Hunk*
Hunk: Hi, Uncle Kuro. *grins* Can you accompany me to—
Kuro: Can’t right now, baby pea. Uncle’s gotta do a thing. *moves forward to the restaurant*
Hunk: *goes back to the gang* I can’t believe he ignored me! 
Pidge: You’ll get over it. Plan B. Blue will now open the dam. Over.
Hunk: *scrunches nose in confusion* What does that mean?
Lance: *runs towards Kuro and fake cries*

They failed no matter what they did. Kuro was still able to go into the restaurant where Keith and Shiro were having their dinner date.

Kuro: *sparkly eyes* Oh! What do you know?! *fake gasp*
Keith: *turns to see Kuro* *eye widens* *panics*
Kuro: *smiles* *kisses Keith on the lips as a greeting*
Shiro: *stands up* That’s it! I’ve had enough. 
Kuro: *turns to Shiro* Dear brother, what do you mean?
Shiro: *sighs* You need to stop this.
Kuro: Stop what? *gasp* I was just—
Keith: *interrupts* We’re on a dinner date, Kuro. Shiro and I are on a romantic dinner date as husbands, so if you could—
Shiro: Can you please stop kissing my husband when we’re on a date?
Keith: *blinks repeatedly* That’s not really a problem—
Shiro: It is to me, especially if we’re on a date, Keith. *frowns* I’m right here. I’m your husband. You married me. Not him. *points at Kuro* And I’d rather not have your lips on his when we’re on a date. 
Keith: *expression softens* Takashi… 
Shiro: I’m sorry, I know it’s whatever since it’s normal, but I honestly just want to have your attention on me. I know I sound so whiny and demanding but I don’t care. 
Keith: *smiles fondly* *touches Shiro’s hand* No, no, it’s not. 
Shiro: But please just for tonight, can you not? *turns to Kuro*
Kuro: *smirks at them*
Shiro: *glares at Kuro* You did this on purpose.
Kuro: I’m not saying anything! *chuckles* Anyway, I better go now then. *leans down to give Keith a goodbye kiss*
Keith: *stares at Shiro fondly* *senses Kuro leaning down* *shoves Kuro’s face away from him without taking his eyes off Shiro*
Kuro: Wow. I got rejected. I’m hurt. *chuckles*
Keith: *doesn’t mind Kuro* *pulls Shiro in for a kiss* God. I am so endeared right now. Jealous Takashi is something else.
Kuro: *laughs at the scene in front of him* You guys better resume your date though and actually eat your food.
Shiro: *waves at him dismissively since his mouth is occupied*
Kuro: You better be thankful you’re in a booth. *shakes his head fondly* 

Kuro exited the restaurant and saw the kids running towards him. He took their hands in his and said “Your Daddies are gonna be busy for a while.”

anonymous asked:

A scenario where Prompto and his s/o are falling out in the Regalia ,with the guys presence, because Prompto passes now more time with Cindy? At some point she angrily tells him that if things are like that he wouldn't be a problem if she go out to dinner with a guys who they have meet in Lestallum (Prompto can't stand him because he clearly tried to get his s/o attention).

I’m writing all the dramatic ones today and I have no regrets LMAO! Let the drama ensue~! Also, I think I missed out on a few elements of your request- feel free to request a follow-up to this ficlet once requests are open once again! <3

Tagging: @rubyphilomela, @itshaejinju, @blindbae, @airlea-sicarius, @the-lucian-archives, @nifwrites and @lady-asuka <3

PERMALINK FOR ANDROID USERS: https://themissimmortal.tumblr.com/post/160150559800/a-scenario-where-prompto-and-his-so-are-falling


Rocky Road-trip (Prompto x Reader SFW)

Noctis stared at Ignis through the rear-view mirror with worried midnight blue eyes. His gaze flickered between Prompto’s blond head that was tilted down and reading a text message he no doubt received from Cindy, and your clenched fists that were barely settled on your knees. You were sitting up and forward between Gladio and Noctis, barely able to restrain yourself as you gritted your teeth, fully aware of why Prompto had playfully told you to ‘shut up’ while he checked his precious text messages.

“I can’t believe this! I’m right here and you’re texting another woman!” You finally spat out, unable to hold in your frustration any longer. Prompto turned his head towards you, an incredulous look on his youthful, freckled face.

Ignis quickly glanced at Prompto before shaking his head and turning back to the road. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, known very well what was about to transpire in the Regalia. You and Prompto were about to have a couple’s spat. And by the looks of it, it was going to be a bad one.

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anonymous asked:

gwahhh i love your scenarios so much they're amazing !! could you do a scenario with kuroo, tsukki and iwai where their fem s/o is an insomniac? and whenever she can't sleep she does her own hobbies like baking or drawing or she just takes a walk outside etc and one night they stay over at the boys houses and they wake up to see her doing her own thing and try to coax her to go back to bed?

It slipped my mind while writing that they were only supposed to be visiting- I hope you don’t too much that they ended up living together, I’m sorry! Anyhow, this was an incredibly heartwarming prompt to write for, and I hope that you enjoy it, and thank you for your patience. :)


At age twenty five, Kuroo is a far cry from just five, which was when he last believed in monsters underneath his bed. Or perhaps they’re still there, but he’s become far too old and too boring for them to find entertaining anymore, and they’ve moved on to people who sleep more, who have fewer nightmares, who can sleep fine alone.

He hears the noise from downstairs first. It’s a soft clang, but it’s enough to pull him out of half-awakeness and his fingers curl curiously around the edge of his pillow. She’s not there, and her space is cold and empty from the exposed bedsheet.

The clang comes again, followed with a very, very quiet curse that makes the edge of his lips curl with laughter at four in the morning. It’s no clawed thing, but his own little monster he relies on to comfort him each night in their multitudes of blankets at pillows that cradle them into mutual drowsiness. Her pills lie capped on her side of the bedside table, untouched and unmoved, and he knows that this must be a special night. The stars, maybe, or the autumn chill that treads it way softly through the corridors of their small house, trailing eagerly along the warm footsteps of whoever’s awake at this time of night.

Not for the first time, Kuroo regrets not wearing fluffy slippers with bears on them when his feet finally touch the ground. He swings himself off the edge gingerly, aware of how his head fogs with unfinished sleep and the way his muscles seem to creak at him, scolding him, potentially threatening to shut down completely if he doesn’t return this instant. He goes off hunting for slippers instead, and for you, even though he knows beyond familiarity where exactly he’d find those things.

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Stick With You (M)

Originally posted by baeyuries

↳ Pt 1 (1/1)
Pairing: Seulgi x reader
Genre:  ☾NSFW 18+☽  
Summary: Seulgi finds comfort in you. Listen to this while reading, happy reading my lovely pervs :)  


Seulgi drops her book onto the cold tiled floor as soft hues of jazz slither through the open window. She closes her eyes as she leans forward on the sofa, letting the sound etch itself into her bones.

“Are you okay?” you ask, rubbing her arm. “Seulgi?”

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