i just need his laugh to cheer me up

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Fifteen

Summary: You make your singing debut at Jailbreak, but the performance high doesn’t last long as your hormones start to mess with your relationships.
Words: 3.4k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ
Warnings: angst, aggressive confrontations, physical violence
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

The rest of the convention ran smoothly. You didn’t have any more solo (or, supposedly solo) panels, and you and Jared got through your duo without raising suspicions.

For some reason, Jared was completely off of everyone’s radar when it came to who might be your baby daddy, but that didn’t mean you could afford to give anybody a reason to suspect him. You still had to be careful.

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Four Times

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Four times Peter wanted to tell you he loved you, and the first time he did

Warnings: Cuteness, swearing, bullying, mention of blood

A/N: I’m so late to this trend but I’m in a fluffy mood so here we go! Sentences in bold are texts that the reader sends, sentences in italic are texts from Peter

Originally posted by jessikaort

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BTS Reaction to their S/O wanting help with learning Korean


“But you seem to be doing so well” He would argue. 

“So… You don’t want to help?” you would ask

“Nonononono I would I love to help. I just meant that I think that you are capable of doing it by yourself. But if you really want the help then I’m here for you. I’ll help” 

It would become a daily thing. The two of you would sit down at the dining table in evening after dinner and go through the text book. It had became Jin’s favourite thing. After a long day or practice he couldn’t wait to get home and spend some quality time with you. His heart would flutter and would smile at how adorable you were whenever you made a small slip up in pronunciation. 

“Wahhhhhh, look at how good our Y/N has become. You’re better than me these days”

“Oh, shut up” you would giggle bashfully and gently shove his shoulder 

Originally posted by jhopefluxo


“Yoongi, can you come here for a second please?” You call across the room. 

Like most of the time, he has his headphones on but removed them at the sound of you voice,

“Sorry, what did you just say babe?”

“Can you come here pleeaaseeee?”

He walks over and sinks into the seat next to you.

“Okay, I need you to help check my pronunciation. But you cannot laugh at me. Please.” You glare.

“Okay okay, I won't” He chuckled and then waved a hand over him face and changed his expression to a very serious one. 

You weren’t terrible but some words were not as good as others. This became apparent in the change of Yoongi’s facial expression. The corners of his eyes would crease and his lips upturned. 

“Yoonggiiii, stooooop” You whined

He bursted out laughing but then cups your face,

“I’m sorry but you’re just so fucking cute, it hurts” He would say ruffling your hair”

“…Can we make this a regular thing? I get to watch you be adorable and you get to improve your speaking skills. A win-win situation” He smiles 

“Pft… okay, fine” You peck his lips.

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy


You were sat on the sofa with your two text books. Korean Language sat on your lap and Korean Grammar beside you. The sound of the apartment door opening tore you away from your studies. 

“Helloooooooo” Your boyfriend calls through to you. He soon walks through into the living area and finds you and your paperbacked friends. 

“Oooooh, is our Y/N hard at work?” he asks

“Very” you reply, looking back down at todays chapter.

Hobi slouches down next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. You smile, brushing the hair away and kissing his forehead. 

“How was practice?” You ask

“Eh. Long and tiring. Like most of the time. But from of the looks of it you have been busy today as well. Can I have a look?” He asks whilst having a peep at your book. 

“Sure” You say passing the book onto him. The both of you sit there going through the work you had done for the day. He would nod in approval and point out parts that could be improved. 

“But please don’t beat yourself up about it. You’re doing so well baby. I’m so proud of yooouuuu~” He wraps him arms around you and pulls you so you’re laying on top of him. 

“This fuels your teaching ambition, doesn’t it?” you ask giggling. 

“I mean… Yeah, it does” He chuckles, kissing the tip of your nose. 

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl


Your boyfriends strolls into the bedroom finding you sprawled out, face down across the bed along with texts books and pieces of paper. He shakes his head snickering. Today was one of those days where you lacked quite a bit of motivation, making it very hard to stick to your organised daily routine of learning Korean.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe. Without lifting your head, you point to the surrounding papers. Curious, he sits down next to you, picking up a book. 

“Ahhhhh, do you want some help?” He asks, running fingers through your hair.

“Ugh, Joon, please don’t do that. It’s making me want to sleep even more than I already do” You groan. 

“Okay, Y/N, sit up. We are going to go through this” 

You groan but still comply. He makes you follow him through to to the dining room table. Namjoon went through the chapter with you for a good hour or so. 

“How do you feel?” he asks.

“Better” you reply, “It feels easier when I have someone go through it with me.”

“I’d be more than happy to help you more often. Remember, I know what its like.” 

You nod, “Yeah please” 

He smiles, kissing your temple.

“But can we sleep now? I’m tired” 

He laughs and strokes the back of your head, 

“Sure baby, we can sleep”

Originally posted by holy-yoongi


Whilst Jimin was a dance practice you took the time to practice your pronunciation. You were sat on the sofa with your headphones to listen to the audio. Although you should’ve been practicing and improving upon the words you knew, you thought why not learn something new. Just give it a go. 

It must have been just over an hour and you heard a loud thump in the hallway. You ripped your headphones off and froze in place. You picked up the pillow next to you which would certainly scare off any intruder  and walk towards the hall. 

But it wasn’t a robber or a ghost. It was your boyfriend on the floor holding his stomach in laughter. 


“Oh my… babe… I can’t… LOOK. I’M CRYING. THERE ARE TEARS.” Were the few words he manages to say through laughing. 

Eventually, he calms down and explains. 

“I come in and I just hear you talking to yourself. But then I released it was Korean and. Oh my God, baby you’re so cute” He grins whilst squishing your cheeks. 

You pull his hands away, frowning. 

“Oh leave me alone. I know i’m bad. That’s why I’m practicing” 

“No, it’s so cute~. Listen, I can help if you want. Then you don’t have to talk to yourself” He sniggers.

“Really…?” You ask

“Of course!” 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


You and Taehyung were sat on opposite sides of the sofa. As always, Tae was in his own little world, bobbing his head and mumbling song lyrics to himself whilst scrolling through his phone. And you were frowning down at a certain example sentence in your textbook that you had been trying to get your head around and string together for the past fifteen minutes. You groaned in frustration, throwing your head back. 

This caught you boyfriends attention and he looked over at you. 

“Huh, What’s wrong darling?” 

“Whenever I think I’ve got this sentence, I tried to say it but… I just can’t get it out” You whine.

He scooted closer to you to have a look at the sentence. 

He cleared his through and repeated the sentence slowly. You watched the way the words easily rolled off his tongue and left his lips. You huffed to signify that it was still proving to be difficult. 

“Let me hear you say it” He said, passing the book back to you.

You did your best to say the sentence and looked back to Tae’s face afterwards to check for him opinion. He looked back at you with his huge boxy smile. He found your mispronunciation incredibly endearing. 

“…What?” You asked, self conscious.  

“You’re so adorable” he smiled adoringly at you. 

The comment made you flush “Tae, I need feedback. How can I get better?” 

“Ah yeah, right. Let me break it down for you” 

You finally somewhat got there after about half an hour 

“YES, Y/N! THAT’S IT!” He cheered holding his hand up in the air. You laughed and returned his high five. 

“Lets make this a regular thing” 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


“Kookie, remember you promised to help me with pronunciation tonight” you reminded your boyfriend after cleaning up the dishes from diner. 

“Oh yeah, you want to start now?” 

“Yeah, just give me a second” you said going to get your essentials. 

You both sat down on the living room floor with the book in between you. 

“Actually, Y/N. I have a better idea” Jungkook smirks. You raised your eyebrows in curiosity.

“And what would would that be?” you asked.

“How about I test you? So you have to repeat the sentence in Korean but without looking at the book” 

“Wow, that is such a Jeon Jungkook thing to say. But okay.” 

The few sentences you said with ease which earned an approving look from your boyfriend. But then the next one somewhat stumped you but you where still quite sure of yourself. So you give it your best shot. 

But Jungkook found something about it absolutely hysterical and flopped onto the floor in a fit of giggles. You pouted and frowned. 

“Whats so funny?” you grumbled 

“That’s not how you say it, babe.” He laughed. 

“I’m sorry that i’m so bad at this. That’s why i asked you to help me.” 

“I know I know I know. I’m sorry. You’re so cute though” He kissed you forehead. 

“Okay, Lemme break this down.” He grinned.

Originally posted by jeonbase

(This is my first reaction so please go easy on me~ thank you~)

Like Brother, Like Sister - Part 1 (Archie x Reader Request)

Request: Can you write an imagine we’re your jugheads younger sister by a year. And your dating Archie. Ever since your dad FP was taken into custody the only family you had was jug and the south side serpents. So just like the scene we’re jughead gets a serpent jacket you do too. So your walking out of school one day with the group and some of the serpents come to you and hand you a jacket. Saying kind of what they said to jughead the day he got his. And Archie and them are kind of shocked/ worried.’ – Anon.

Characters: Archie x Reader, Serpent!Jughead x Betty, Veronica, Kevin

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 1509

Originally posted by phebobuffay

I started to place my books in my locker when a pair of hands covered my eyes.

‘Guess who?’ I instantly recognised my boyfriend’s voice. I turned around and took the hands from my face into mine.

‘Hey babe.’ Archie leaned in and kissed me gently. I couldn’t help but smile at his touch. I heard a disapproving moan behind me, that would be my brother. I turned around to confront him, Archie placing an arm around me. He did it automatically now, always eager to show who I belonged to. Jughead was joined by his girlfriend Betty.

‘Jughead, it’s been 3 months. You really need to get over it bro.’

‘You’re my little sister y/n, I’m never getting over it.’ I raised an eyebrow at him.

‘Well I’m just going to start gagging every time you kiss Betty.’ Betty laughed. Jughead glared at her, she bumped her shoulder into his.

‘Lighten up Juggie.’ Betty placed a peck on his cheek. A smile quickly spread across his face, Betty could always cheer him up. Veronica and Kevin walked up to us, looking all giddy.

‘Hey, do you guys know what all the commotion is outside?’ Kevin asked excitedly. We all shook our heads.

‘C’mon gang, time to investigate.’ Veronica announced, leading us out the school.

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Safe Haven

Originally posted by sethkates

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Request: “So i loved “I’m here” and i was wondering if you could write another one but maybe the reader is Hannah’s sister. The reader and Clay were already together but after Hannah’s death they become closer and there’s just loads of fluff??? Xx”

Word count: 838

Posted: 20th of April 2017

A/N: I am glad that you liked “I’m here”. Thank you for reading it and it flatters me every time. Here’s your request and I hope that you like this too. Please send me some feedbacks in my ask, because I would really love to read what you think of it.
Anyways, I am into writing 13 Reasons Why imagines in these days, so I am accepting requests! Please don’t be shy. Sorry for those pending Barry Allen requests though, I will write them soon as I find time to write for both TV series. Thank you for understanding, guys. I love you all so much.

- G. x

Losing someone was hard and we all know that it was hard, mostly if you lost someone who you considered as your best friend, as your confidante, even more than just being your beloved sister.

During the first weeks after her death, you couldn’t help but spend your nights in your room, crying and regretting for what has happened to your sister Hannah. You would lock yourself in your room and only Clay, your boyfriend, could take you out of your drenched bed covers. Of course, you would’ve acted that way, she was your everything and you showed her nothing but kindness, but why did she take her life away? Was it your fault too?

“Babe,” Your boyfriend interrupted your thoughts as he sat beside you, leaving his books and highlighters on your desk. “it was not your fault. Stop blaming yourself, please?”

“Was I thinking out loud?” You looked at your boyfriend’s blue worried eyes as he curled his lips and nodded slowly. “I’m sorry, Clay. I just miss her.” You apologized while fidgeting with your sweater’s sleeves.

“Stop saying sorry, because it’s normal to miss her.” He smiled at you, calming his gaze this time, while he dried your cheeks from the salty tears that have been burning your cheeks. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Don’t worry.” You smiled widely at him for taking care of you. Hannah would be so happy if she was still beside you, because all what she wanted for you was a boy who would make you happy, even you had no reason to smile.

“Do you need help with that?” He pointed at your opened Geometry book, changing the topic. You looked at it for a while and you thought if you were in the mood to do your homework.

“No, thanks.” You smiled at him, shaking your thoughts off. He caressed your cheeks with his right thumb and you melted in his touch. He had this effect on you and you found it sweet that he can cheer you up with his caresses.

“What do you think of cuddles then?” He smiled widely at you and you let out some soft giggles. You knew that he was trying to cheer you up.

“Is that even a question to ask, Jensen?” You raised your eyebrows at him as you watch him laugh. He then hugged you tightly and you let yourself fall on the bed, having Clay on top of you. You laughed for his actions, achieving his goal to make you laugh.

“It was just a proposal, idiot.” He pressed the tip of his noise against yours and you both brushed them, doing the famous eskimo kiss. “I know how much you loved cuddles.”

“Only Jensen’s cuddles.” You highlighted and he let out a laugh as he rolled himself on your right side. He hugged you tighter, but this time his weight was distributed on the bed and not on your body anymore.

“Right!” He pulled you closer to him and you could perfectly see his beautiful blue orbs. You caressed his cheek and he didn’t hesitate to bring his face closer to yours. “May I, beautiful?”

“Another proposal, cheeky?” You winked at him. “Because you also know how much I love your kisses, right?” You bit your lip as you saw him smirking at your words. He took those words as some sort of compliments.

“Of course, I know that.” He confidently answered right before closing the gap between the two of you.

You shared a passionate and slow kiss. It was sweet and it didn’t show any malice or any desire of making love. It was one of those kisses that could make you feel better, that could assure you that you were safe.

Right! Clay’s side has been that place where you were protected from any harm or danger since you started seeing each other and he was that soldier who protected you from every battle. You loved him so much and you loved him even more when he was there to cheer you up when Hannah wasn’t beside you anymore. Cheering you up somehow helped you and Clay to strengthen your relationship, because you earned a certain intimacy and invincibility together.

“I love you so much, beautiful.” Clay sweetly said as you broke the kiss in need of air.

“I love you too, babe.” You smiled as you caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“But I love you more.” He flashed you a playful smile as he played with your hair. “And that’s final.”

“Oh, shut up!” You rolled your eyes and he just let out a loud laugh.

“Then shut me up!” He winked at you and, without thinking twice, you pulled him closer your body and you kissed him once again, in which he responded back without hesitations.

You were thankful that you always had Clay by your side, no matter what you were going through. You were thankful and you will keep on thanking, because you have your safe haven.

Spring day

“Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: Could you have the reader and Jungkook (who are dating eachother) watch jungkook/BTS’s “Spring” MV for the first time together?

Originally posted by jjkook

“Y/N! Hurry it’s finally out!” Jungkook called from the living room, sitting with the laptop perched onto his lap.

You came running into the room, plopping down on the couch next to him to rest your head on his shoulder.

“Is this going to make me cry?” You asked as you remembered the “I need U” music video.

Jungkook laughed. “I hope not but If you do….I’ll figure out a way to cheer you up.”

You smiled. “Careful. That might make me more inclined to.”

He put his arm around you, pressing play on the music video. You sat there in excitement as you always did for his music videos. Of course you were being supportive but you also just really loved seeing how they turned out due to their creative tones and stories. The first scene starts to unfold and you see V walk out to the train tracks. 

“What is he-?”

“This was funnier in person. He kept screaming about his hands being frozen and flinging snow off of him.” Jungkook smiled. 

“Sounds like him.” You laughed. 

The split second afterward it quickly reveals Jungkook on the train and Jimin near the ocean. 


“What is it?” He asks.

“You just looked really handsome..”

He giggled. “It showed me for like 5 seconds.”

“You’re still hot…Wait! Look at Namjoon! He looks really good too…” You mumbled.

Jungkook turned and looked at you as you smiled being guilty. You gave him a quick kiss and he forgot about the remark, continuing to look at the music video.

“This part was fun to film and we weren’t freezing.” He explained as you saw the members throwing around food and silly string.

“Yeah it kinda reminds me of the run music video scenes with the parties.”

“That’s true…except this was less painful than that pillow fight.”

You both sit there taking in everything that is the music video and you were really amazed by the shots.

“You guys always come out with something artistic….It’s so pretty. The lyrics are pretty too. It’s hopeful but also- sad. It feels like even though you’re acknowledging everyone’s struggles it makes you think about them more. You guys did amazing on this. seriously.”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah…It comes from Namjoon and Yoongi’s experiences…They’ve been through alot but they have hope for themselves and our fans.”

You sighed. “You guys are literally the sweetest…”

“I think as our leader he just wants to show our fans that we really do care.”

“Well I think he’s doing a great job. Oh wait! Didn’t you write monster on his face right here? They don’t show it but I think I saw it on twitter.”

He nodded again. “Yeah but I spelled it wrong..”

Jungkook chuckled. “I’m still working on my English.”

“I think it’s cute.”

The more scenes it shows of Jungkook on the train the more you kept thinking about one thing. 

“God…I can’t believe I’m dating someone so- gorgeous..”

Taehyung walked into the room.

“oh. Is that our music video?”

You both look back at him and nod. Taehyung runs over and leans over the back of the couch to watch with you. 

“Where am I?” Tae asked. 

“…uh…there!” You pointed to him walking the back of the group shot. 

“Whoa. Did you just see yourself? Wait. What does this mean? Great now I have to go read theories on this later…” You sighed. 

Taehyung shrugged. “The director doesn’t really explain much to us besides what we need to know to act out in the scene. We know just as little as the fans do.”

Jungkook smiled. “Do you remember that huge pile of clothes? We kept messing around and got scolded.”

Taehyung laughed. “Yeah but it was fun.”

The scene on the train pans out to reveal all the other members on the train with Jungkook.

“Aw… you guys are all together after all…” You add.

Taehyung giggles, hugging onto Jungkook. 

“Of course we are.”

Jimin comes of the train, bringing the pair of shoes and walking out with the group.

“You can see how cold he is.” Taehyung Joked.

You nod. “I felt bad that it was freezing and you guys were out there for hours..”

Jungkook shrugged. “Thanks to that the music video came out nice.”

Taehyung agrees. “Yeah. I’m glad.”

Imagine building IKEA furniture with Chris.

A/N: This is a request from @brobrobreja. I’m so sorry it took so long, the mini-series had my hands pretty tied. I hope you like it! X

You sat on the other side of the bedroom, the instruction manual for your new bed frame in your hand. You giggled softly at the cartoon man who looked as clueless as the both of you, wondering if you should do as he did; call IKEA for help. Of course you couldn’t because your boyfriend, Chris believed he was more than capable of installing the bed frame himself. You looked up at him and bit back your smile when you saw him narrow his eyes at a strange metal piece, muttering cuss words under his breath.

“What does the manual say?” He quizzed as he looked up at you. “Where does this piece go?” He held up the strange metal piece and you studied it for a moment before looking back down at the manual. “Well?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Beats me,” you looked up and shrugged; he chuckled wearily and shook his head. “What?” You giggled. “I told you I’m not good at these things, why do you think I called you?” He sighed and got to his feet, dodging loose pieces on your bedroom floor as he made his way over to you.

“Give me that,” he took the manual from you then settled on the floor behind you with his legs on either side. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Y/N.” You smiled and leaned back against him, resting your cheek against his bearded face. “Let’s see,” he studied the manual, his arm absentmindedly draped around your waist. “Well, it looks like that metal piece goes…Hm,” he hummed with pursed lips. “Maybe it’s meant to go in the joint?”

“Maybe you should just let me call the staff at IKEA,” you whispered then kissed his jawline when he chuckled. “We’ve been doing this for hours and we still haven’t made any progress. It’s eight-thirty and we haven’t had food, can we just order some takeout and call IKEA in the morning?”

“What are we going to sleep on tonight then?”

“You do realize a bed frame is just to prop the mattress up, right?” You teased him and he rolled his eyes, smiling. “It doesn’t change the fact that a mattress is still a mattress. Just leave the mess here and we’ll sleep out in the living room, it’ll be like camping except without the yucky stuff.”

“You mean nature?” He quizzed, chuckling.

“You know it,” you winked and got off the ground. “I’m going to go order some food, what are we feeling tonight?” He shrugged, giving you one of those ‘you pick’ faces. “Well, I feel like Chinese so- General Chang’s it is then.” You held out a hand for him to take so you could pull him to his feet. “Coming?”

“I’ll come when the food gets here, I just want to give this another shot.” He told you, returning his gaze to the manual. “I mean- it’s just a bed frame,” he looked up at you when he heard you chuckle, “how hard can it be to figure out? I’m Captain America, for crying out loud,” he said and tried not to laugh when you did.

“Okay Cap,” you kissed the top of his head. “I’ll come get you when the food’s here.”

Forty-five minutes later, the food arrived and Chris still hadn’t made progress with your bed frame. When you went into your bedroom to get him, his head was hung in defeat. “I don’t wike it,” he imitated his nephew’s catchphrase, making you laugh.

“C'mon Cap,” you grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. “Let it go,” you told him as you wrapped an arm around his waist; his arm draped around your shoulder as the two of you made your way out into the living room. “We’ll call the guy in the morning.”

“IKEA should really have better instruction manuals,” he muttered bitterly. “There is no way anyone can build anything from that dumb sheet of paper. It doesn’t even have instructions, there are just numbers and pictures.”

“Let it go,” you chuckled, rubbing his back.

“We wouldn’t have this problem if you’d just move in with me,” he mumbled into your hair; he was a little nervous about bringing up the subject again, the first decline was a little gut wrenching. You stopped walking and he stopped with you, wincing when you looked up at him. “I know you want to be independent and this place is nearer to work-”

“Those are the real reason I won’t move in with you, Chris,” you confessed then pressed your lips together when he narrowed his eyes. “I just-” you began then huffed. “I don’t think you realize what moving in together means.”

“Living together instead of living separately?”

“Funny,” you slapped his arm, biting back your smile when he chuckled. “I’m talking about the reality of it, like are you sure you’re going to be okay coming home to my face all day every day? What if we have a big fight and you can’t get any space from me? What if you just want some down time with your guys and I’m in the way? What if you decide-” He cut you off, pressing his lips against yours.

“My biggest wish is to come home to your face all day every day, Y/N,” he told you, smiling. “And you should know by now that the last thing I want is space when we fight, it just makes the problem bigger. As for downtime with my guys?” He chuckled. “I’d love for you to be there. Always, because you are my girl and there is no one I’d rather spend time with.” You smiled and he chuckled, “any other concerns you need me to address?”

“What if you decide I’m much too annoying to live with?”

“You’re annoying all the time,” he poked your side, laughing when you scoff. “But I’m still here, aren’t I?” He quizzed, sliding his arms around your waist and to your lower back. “C'mon, move in with me. I have proper furniture there, nothing that needs assembling.” He teased and you chuckled. “We’re going to be living together when you marry me,” he reminded you and you smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up at that. “Why not just get a head start? C'mon,” he pressed when you smiled, “it’ll be fun.”

“Fine,” you gave in, smiling. “Let’s move in together.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you. “It’s going to be great, I’ll hire a moving truck ASAP.”

“Just out of curiosity,” you teased him as you broke the hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. “What makes you so sure I’m going to marry you?”

“My wonderful furniture assembling skills, of course.”

251 Years

Daveed Diggs x Reader (I was feeling inspired okay?)

Also I first saw this through another fic, so if anyone knows who it is please let me know so I can give them credit. Thanks! 

“And I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to our lovely Y/N! Happy eighteenth birthday, and all the best wished towards you to help you find that soulmate of yours. They will certainly be a lucky person!” your cousin Matthew shouted in the ballroom.

A resounding applause came from everyone in the room and you sat there blushing. You never knew what to do in these situations.

“Thank you,” you said, nodding your head.

The music struck back up again, and you decided to get up and dance.

Tonight was the night of your eighteenth birthday in 1774 and the day that would now stop aging until you met the person that you would spend the rest of your life with.

You hoped that they would find you soon. You didn’t want to just be alone for a long time.

The party continued even as you made your way to the garden in the back of the manor. You made your way through the roses, going over to the fountain.

You sat on the edge and looked at the moon.

‘Please find me soon. I love you already.’


“Lin, I already told you this. Please shut up,” your groaned as your friend kept rambling on about ideas for his new musical.

About Alexander Hamilton.

He had first met you when he was still in high school, you had come in to talk to his history class.

He had been fascinated by you, and ever since then you had gotten along splendidly. His family treated you like their own, and you were often asked to babysit for him.

You didn’t mind, it was nice. But sometimes he wouldn’t leave you alone. Like now.

He had just started producing his new play Hamilton, and he wanted everything to be perfect.

You didn’t blame him, but with him calling at three in the morning was getting annoying.

Right now he was asking about costumes, and he thought that you could add your expertise. But you were exhausted right now.

“Lin, i’m going to bed. I’ll be back in New York in three days and I’ll come and see you at the theater. We can talk then.”

He huffed but you knew that he would relent now.

“Alright alright. I’ll see you then. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight Lin.”

You put your phone down and got back up out of bed. You went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

You started at your face. A face that looked 18 years old but in fact was 251 years old.

Ha. 51.

You snorted.

Would you ever find your soulmate? It had been so long, you were just announced to be the oldest person on the plant.

‘Well, back to bed for me.’


“Y/N! You made it!” Lin cried as he fought through the crowd of cast. He wrapped you in a big hug.

You laughed and hugged him back.

“I brought a bunch of old trunks with clothes that I still own. I thought that you might want to use them for inspiration. You can’t use the actual ones however.”

A smile crossed his face as he cheered.

“Thank you so much!”

“I’ll need some help bringing them up, but please be careful, they’re very important to me.”

He nodded and relayed that info to some others that went to get your stuff. You went down with them, watching them as they took it all up stairs.

“I think that’s all of the,” Lin said as he came up to you.

“Thanks Lin. I’m going to send a quick email and then I’ll come up and meet you.”

He nodded and left, yourself getting on your phone.

Finishing up your business you started to go up the stairs, but you found yourself tripping on the last step.

You braced for a fall, but instead of the cold ground you were met by a pair of strong arms.

Sparks exploded, and your chest started glowing, the second part of the soulmate bond. The two of you froze, not knowing what to do.

You picked yourself up and the man released you. You turned around to look at your soulmate, and there he was.

Daveed Diggs, the man playing Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette. Your soulmate.

How crazy was that.

“Holy shit,” he said. You giggled.

“Is that all you have to say?” you shot back. He smiled at you.

“Why do we have to say anything?” He mused, coming closer to you. His face was only an inch from yours. You felt yourself feeling hot.

He took your breath away.

You stared into each other’s eyes, before your lips met in a fiery kiss. It was wonderful. After being 18 for 243 years, this was everything you could have imagined.

As you broke apart he stared at you lovingly. He was holding you in his arms again.

“I do have a question for you,” he said. “How long have you been 18? It’s been five years for me.”

You smirked.

“I’ve totally got you beat.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve looked like this for 243 years.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Well fuck,” he whispered, sending you into a fit of laughter. “How old does that make you then?”

“251,” you replied as you recovered from laughing.

He smiled.

“Ha ha.”



EDIT: Ok so I was hoping that I guess i didn’t have to explain this but the reason they’re laughing at ‘51′ is because Hamilton wrote 51 essays. Cool? Cool.

anonymous asked:

Hey I wanted to see if I could make a headcanon list request for got7! I was wanting to see what you think Mark would be like as a roommate... or any of the members really!! Thank you!

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

  • okay so i hope you don’t mind if this one is a lil short and kind of a different style today but!!! mark is both a great roommate but also gives you a bit of grief imo
  • mr. tuan don’t play no games, so he’ll always have rent on time
  • even if he’s sliiiightly late, he’ll buy you your favorite takeout or get that new accessory you’ve been eyeing as his apology
  • for a guy, he’s pretty clean, but he still has his moments
  • his worst habit is laundry
  • boy don’t know what’s clean or not all he knows is it’s getting drowned in febreeze and he’s not missing his morning lecture for  a n y t h i n g
  • sometimes you’ll find like a pair of his skinny jeans folded in the food pantry next to the cereal and you’re like ??? and mark’s excuse is “at least it’s folded”
  • you really have no idea how he’s able to put together an actual outfit everyday with the state of his closet and dirty clothes basket
  • but he’s mark and he can pretty much do anything if he puts his mind to it
  • he attempts (keyword: attempts) to make you dinner sometimes
  • it doesn’t always turn out the best but he does try
  • and plus, when you take the first bite of his burnt homemade pizza, he immediately dials up your favorite place and makes sure to get extra of your fave sides so you won’t be mad at him
  • he’s very considerate so if he notices you’re having a tough day, he might take over your week’s chores for no other reason than for you to take it easy on yourself
  • sends you texts like this:
  • mark: if a girl comes by later asking for mark tuan tell her that i’ve left the country for good
  • you: mark,,, what did you do
  • mark: all you need to know is i’m terrible at breaking up with people
  • it’s not necessarily his fault that he attracts troublesome people, he’s just got that kind of peaceful spirit that invites chaos unfortunately
  • and okay,,,, he has questionable friends
  • he always lets you know in advance if they’re coming!! but you still hate them
  • they’re always way too loud, move all of your stuff around, and don’t know how to clean up after yourselves
  • which can be super irritating bc mark is over there trying to have a good time but like… one of his drunk friends is threatening to drop your precious plotted plant from the balcony
  • but it’s like… if they go too far then he knows that’s when to call it a night
  • like if his friends try to sneak into your room to bother you or they actually break your precious plotted plant, mark has them packed up and leaving immediately
  • and he’ll spend the rest of the night guiltily cleaning after them, making note of the things he needs to pay you back for
  • once he sees you come out of the room, he’ll turn to you and immediately start apologizing
  • he makes all kinds of grand apologies about how those friends are never invited again and that he wouldn’t be surprised if you were considering kicking him out or something 
  • but you just tell him that he can make it up to you by hosting your next girls’ night since all of your friends are in love with him
  • and he wants to protest so bad cause all your friends love to tease him relentlessly but he’s just like -___- very well
  • sometimes you do something and mark doesn’t like it, but he’s very non-confrontational so you have zero idea that he doesn’t like it??
  • and this pisses you off to no end bc it only comes up if you guys have some kind of disagreement and usually it’s over the smallest thing
  • and you find out that he’s had this mental list of everything that you do that annoys him
  • so you end up waiting until he’s spilled it all out, one thing after another, even though it infuriates you to be patient when you’re angry
  • and then when the red in his face fades and he looks so regretful for unloading so much on you at once over something so silly, you pull him into a hug
  • bc you may be roommates, but he’s also your friend
  • and you know that when you’re stressed over school or having a tough time with life in general, mark is always there, doing exactly what you need him to to cheer you up
  • and you know mark doesn’t mean to be kind of messy, or to have bad judgment, or to bottle things up, he just does
  • but he tries so hard to fix it
  • sometimes all he needs to know is that he’s doing his best so far and that’s all that matters
  • “sorry for yelling at you… want me to massage your back while we watch that drama you like? i won’t even complain this time” he says into your hair, smiling proudly when you laugh into his chest
  • “yeah, but if i hear anything out of you about how you could out-boyfriend nam joo hyuk, you’re doing the dishes”
Picnic Blankets and I Love You’s - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by moon-dustt420

Requested: Stiles imagine where you two are dating but haven’t said ‘I love you’ to each other yet. Stiles realises he finally loves you and does all these really cute romantic gestures to show it

Summary: Stiles realises he loves (Y/N) and he then decides to display how much he loves her and treat her to an amazing night (not wink wink but if you want just imagine wink wink).

“What the-. That’s bull! The games lagging! I would’ve beaten him otherwise!” 

“Sure” Stiles mumbles with a slight laugh. I turn my head over and see him staring intensely at me. 

“What are you looking at?” I ask after pausing the game.

“Nothing… just wondering how I got so lucky.” 

“If you keep talking like that you might get even luckier” I wink and stand up, turning off the game. “Anyway, I’ve gotta run. Dad wants me home by 5:30 and its…” I look at my phone and wince “5:34. See you later.” I kiss Stiles on the lips quickly and jog out of his house to mine since we only lived a couple of streets away. 

“Stiles, where are you taking us? I thought we were going back to yours?” I ask confused. He smirks but remains silent making me furrow my eyebrows. 

“Close your eyes.”


“Your eyes. Close them.”

“Okay…” I close my eyes and after a few minutes the car stops moving. I hear Stiles’ door open and close and the the back seats door open and close. I sat in the car for a few moments until the door next to me opens and I feel Stiles help me out. He then puts his hands over my eyes and walks me over to a softer feeling surface. 

“Okay, open.” Stiles says as he takes his hands from my face. I’m greeted with the view of Beacon Hills and a small picnic blanket laid down on the ground with a wooden basket next to it. 

“What’s the occasion?”

“Can’t I just treat my girl?” Stiles smirks as he puts his arm over my shoulder.

I took a bite into one of the cookies that Stiles had in the basket.

“Mmmmh. Oh my god did you make this?!” He blushes and nods while eating a sandwich. “Jesus, you need to cook more often.” Stiles laughs at me as I devour the cookie. I open up the basket again and see two cans of apple cider. “Classy,” I giggle as I crack open the cans and hand him one. “Cheers.” We sit in a comfortable silence watching the sun go down over the town. 

“The view is so pretty.” I whisper in awe. I turn my head over to see Stiles staring at me and I blush. 

“(Y/N), theres something I realised yesterday that I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while…” I furrow my eyebrows, worried for what was coming. 

“You can tell me anything, Stiles. You know that.”

“When I’m around you time seems to freeze. I don’t feel the constant anxiety weighing me down anymore. You’re like a breath of fresh air. It amazes me how I could never get sick of hanging out with you. That’s all I want to do! When I’m not with you I wish that I were and when I’m with you I wish that we could stay that way forever. Watching a movie, laying in bed,… sitting watching the sunset.” He smiles softly at me. “And I asked myself ‘why’? Why am I so obsessed with you? And it hit me. I love you. I love your hair, your eyes, your lips, your heart, your terrible jokes; everything! And with everything going on now, I know that I’d regret it for the rest of my life if anything ever happened and I didn’t tell you that. I needed to tell you. I love you.” I wipe away the few stray tears and jump on top of him hugging the life out of him.

“I love you too you sarcastic nerd.” I pull back and look at his face, studying him until we both begin to kiss passionately. 

“Doesn’t your dad want you home by 5:30?” Stiles quickly pulls away and says in a breathless whisper. 

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Good idea.” He replies and we immediately go back to kissing. After we both were lacking oxygen we pulled apart and laid down on the blanket. He propped his head up on his hand and I laid my head on his chest. The sun had set and we laid there looking up at the stars. Sure, they were beautiful, but they had nothing against Stiles and (Y/N). 

Thanks for the request! I actually really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like it as much as I do :) xx

Imagine Chris explaining how he found out you were placed on Team Iron Man.

You and Chris sat in the interview room, waiting for the next interviewer to enter. You were still giggling at how immature Chris had been when Sasha, the previous interviewer, mentioned that you were on Team Iron Man. He didn’t really care, of course, it was all part of the act to promote the movie. The whole reason they put you on Team Iron Man was because you were Chris’ wife; that little conflict of interest was creating a buzz with the media and the fans that promoted the movie in ways no one had imagined.

“You look so beautiful today, sweetheart,” Chris complimented.

“Thank you, honey.” You smiled. “You’re looking very dapper yourself.”

The door clicked open and the next interviewer came in, introducing himself as Max. You both shook hands with him then he sat down and the camera started rolling as he began congratulating the both of you on the success of the movie, as well as your second anniversary, and asking his questions. It didn’t take long for him to bring up the fact that you were on Team Iron Man, like you’d said- it was all people were talking about.

“So I’ve heard that Chris is still sore about you being on Team Iron Man,” Max started. You both chuckled when you heard Chris groan. “Does that make things difficult for you guys at home? Is there a Mr. and Mrs. Smith situation going on? Does your husband hold grudges?”

“You have no idea,” you chuckled, glancing at Chris who was trying hard not to laugh because he knew what you were about to say next. “When he found out I was on Team Iron Man, he actually scolded me for-” You started to tell the story but he cut you off before you could finish.

“She’s telling that story way out of context,” Chris held up a finger at you and you chuckled. “You have to know how I found out first to understand why I was upset with her.” He didn’t actually get upset, that was all part of the bid, but they didn’t need to know that. “So- I was having lunch with RDJ and Kevin Feigi when RDJ’s phone rang.” Chris used his hand to make a phone gesture and placed it to his ear, “he picked up, said nothing, then all of a sudden he looks to me with his eyes lit up and fist pumped.” He acted it out as he explained. “Of course, Kevin already knew so he was sitting there laughing softly to himself whereas I’m just completely clueless, wondering what they were both smirking about.”

“When did Robert tell you the news?”

“Immediately after his little cheer and fist pump,” Chris chuckled. “And he didn’t just tell me the news, he freakin’ rubbed it in my face. He was all like- ‘haha, Y/N is on Team Iron Man’, ‘your wife is on Team Iron Man’, 'what are you going to do, man?’ Etcetera, etcetera.”

“He was not happy with me when he got home,” you giggled. “He walked in and slammed the door behind him, tossing a Captain America shirt at me. I think he said, 'it’s Captain America or nothing.’ I was laughing so hard I couldn’t stop to remind him that it wasn’t my choice, it was Marvel’s.”

“You know what the worst part of it was?” Chris added, “the entire time we were filming Civil War, she like- ditched me every time RDJ came along because she was on his team. I think one lunch, she told me she couldn’t make it because she was going over to his trailer city.”

“Like you’d pass up an invitation to his trailer for lunch,” you countered, laughing. “He has ditched me before too,” you defended your actions and Max laughed. “Literally, when it comes to going to lunch at RDJ’s- there is no friends or family clause, it’s just- every man for himself.”

“That’s true,” Chris nodded, laughing. “Mackie was so mad when Sebastian got invited and he didn’t, that was like-” he choked on his laughter, grabbing his left breast. “The best day ever 'cause I remember Mackie coming over to me complaining but I was going too.”

“Getting an invitation from RDJ is honestly the best thing ever, he has amazing food on his trailer. I think that’s the best part about being on Team Iron Man though, 'cause we’re always in scenes together and he always has food on him.” You told Max and heard Chris groan. “But then again,” you placed your hand on Chris’ knee and squeezed it gently, “it’s also great to be married to Captain America because he helps me work all that food off.”

“That’s all I’m good for, huh?” Chris teased, taking your hand in his.

“Well, you’re good for other things too but they’re filming this interview,” you responded with a smirk and Chris and Max laughed. “I can just see that becoming a gif and trending on Tumblr,” you giggled as you turned to the camera. “Can we cut that out, please?”

“That’s not going to happen,” Max chuckled with a shake of his head. “This interview is gold.”

“Yeah, and now it’s on the record that I’m good for other things too.” Chris winked and you laughed.

Mat Barzal - Getaway for Two

Originally posted by chavelier

I REALLY hope you like this one because I had a fun writing it and I got a little carried away so it’s long lol

Request from @ttoronto2colorado :  Do you think you could do a Mat Barzal imagine, where after the seasons over they go on a trip somewhere to take his mind of the season! Please and thank you!!

A light squeeze to your thigh woke you from your sleep. Looking to your left Mat nodded towards the window where the ground reached closer and closer and the clearest water you had ever seen expanded across the horizon. The sun was just starting to set turning the sky orange and purple.

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Never Falter

Poe Dameron/ Reader

Originally posted by starwars

Words: 1,164

Summary: There’s something about being proved wrong after the countless hours of meticulous research that makes you boil over with emotion. You will never forget the helping hand of a friend who rescues you from your tidal wave.

Prompt: “Can I maybe request a Poe Dameron x reader where the reader is frustrated or upset about something and Poe cheers her up?”

Tagging: @kwaiky

Requested by: @winchesterandpie

Author’s notes: This is my second rewrite of this fic? I had an original idea but I felt like it went too fast and rushed a lot of what makes the prompt. Is this a better idea? Lmao idk there’s a ton of fluff so there’s that!

You bow your head out of respect, gripping the datapad tighter as you rush out of the command center. When you turn the corner, several feet away from the door, you press your back against the wall. That’s when your own walls begin to fall down.

What went wrong? Where in your calculations did you mess up? You looked them over twice, thrice, so many times that you stayed up late until your eyes burned. Sleepless nights to get your presentation ready to present to important figures of the Resistance and you blew it. Someone found a fault in your data, questioned your reliability, and how you could have allowed this oversight to happen. All you could do at that time was to take it, keep your emotions inside, and respect the individual.

Now you’re breaking down in a hallway.

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Scratch - Part 5 - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Summary: (Y/N) and Steve have been best friends since New York, so when when they are both going through a dry spell they agree to a friends with benefits relationship.

A/N: Y’all are lucky that I’ve already written most of this story because I normally don’t post on weekends.

Warnings: light smut I guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯,

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“You have to keep your wrist straight,” I tell Wanda. I stood behind the punching bag holding it in place while Wanda practice her form.

“I know,” I mumbled throwing a few more punches.

“Then why aren’t you doing it,” I ask letting go of the bag and stepping around it.

“Because I can protect myself without having to get physical.”

“You should still learn some self defense,” I sigh. “It doesn’t hurt to know how to correctly throw a punch.”

Wanda glares at me, but lets me teacher her.

Almost an hour later Steve walked into the training room with a towel thrown over his shoulder and a water bottle in his hand.

“I think I’m done for today,” Wanda takes a step back and begins to take off her gloves.

“Fine,” I say. “But we will be having lessons at least three times a week.”

Wanda frowns, but mumbles as quick ‘fine’ before leaving the training room.

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Casual [M]

BTS Jungkook / Words: 6757 / Genre: friends with benefits, smut
“Wild under the covers, crazy for each other”

The party was lively, people still trickling in from the cold winter night to take refuge in the warm atmosphere. The house was packed full of good music, good friends and good booze. There were faces you knew and those that you didn’t, but they were all smiling and willing to make your acquaintance. It was a good contrast to the stress of the world everyone had been feeling; an opportune moment to wind down and just forget about the shit that resided just outside the door.  And yet, you felt bitter. Maybe it was because you hadn’t gotten your beauty sleep the night before, or because the singular glass of champagne wasn’t strong enough to spread a delicious warmth through your chest and make you instantly happier than you had been when you had arrived.

But you were mostly sure it was because of Jeon Jungkook unrightfully ignoring you.

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anonymous asked:

Can I get a cute, fluffy TsukkiYama hug gif? And maybe little headcanons about the hug too? I just need an adorable pick me up of my favorite OTP~~

Yes, you certainly can! ❤

- Kei isn’t a big hugger, especially in public spaces, but sometimes he just can’t resist the urge to hold and cuddle his boyfriend.

- I see this type of hug happening after they win a big game. The team would be celebrating, cheering and high-fiving with each other.

- Tadashi is all smiles when he turns to Kei, sweaty and tired from the game but still just so excited. 

- Kei couldn’t help but reach down and scoop his boyfriend up in his arms. Tadashi laughs gleefully, looping his arms around Kei’s neck and hanging on to him. 

- They’re both very aware that anybody could be watching but they’re just too happy to care.

- Tadashi’s hand cups the side of Kei’s jaw as he presses a sweet kiss to his cheek. Kei hides his blushing face against Tadashi’s shoulder.

I hope that cheered you up :) 

Catch Me | Conor Maynard

|Word Count - 244|

|Request - Yes| (@illegalsalt)

“Come on!” Conor said when you looked back at him.

You looked back to your front. “I can’t. I’m scared I’ll fall to the floor!”

“It’s just a trust fall, Y/N!” Jack laughed, the camera pointed at you. “Don’t you trust him?”

“I do! I just don’t like these things.”

You huffed as Jack and Mikey cheered for you to do it, and once again, you looked back at Conor, who was smiling with his arms out, ready for you to fall on them.

“Have I ever let you fall?” He asked and you tried to think about an answer but he answered himself. “No. God, I’ve held you up during sex so many times, I’m strong enough to not let you fall!” He laughed.

“We did not need to know that.” Mikey commented, which made you laugh.

“You’ll catch me, right?” You asked him.

“I will, babe.” He nodded.

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

Jack who was still filming you, stopped laughing and concentrated on you two being in shot. And without even thinking about it, you closed your eyes and let your body fall back, and laughed when Conor’s arms wrapped around you. Opening your eyes you looked up at him, big smiled on your faces.

“Finally!” Jack yelled. “You guys don’t know how much time it took for her to do that!” He said to his camera, turning around.

“See? Told you I would catch you.” Conor smiled and kissed your lips.

Sounds - Jughead x Reader

Hey! So this is my first Riverdale imagine and I hope it’s ok! Send in request!

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader
Warnings: Nervous reader, mentions of psychologists appoints which I know can be difficult for people (including me). Just one curse word

A/N : So this was great for me to write as the trips to the psychologist can be very difficult and I always get nervous before them so this was nice to write. I know it’s random but I hope you enjoy! Xx

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

If you had continued to pace your room there would be track marks left in the wooden floors. You figured that this was a waste of time and the exertion was doing your nerves no good whatsoever. Picking up your phone you automatically pressed the name of the person who was guaranteed to calm you down.

After several rings, a voice answered, sounding as if they had food in their mouth.


“Hi Jug.” You answered.

“How’s life?” The sound of a bite of something crunchy came through the receiver.

“Okay. You?” You answer in a small voice.

“You sound weird. You ok?”

“I have a psychologist appointment in the morning.”

“Oh. You should have told me. I know that they’re hard for you.”

A minute of silence followed this, but between you and Jughead, this was ok. Most days yourself and Jug would be found in the same booth at Pop’s, he’d be trying away at his novel and you would be chatting away animatedly for a while with Jug nodding or smiling at all the right points. You would eventually exhaust yourself and you’d order 2 meals for yourself and your boyfriend of a year (neither of you would share your food, not even with each other).

You eventually spoke up, “I just needed to hear your voice.”

“Dunno if you can hear me through this burger.” He replies chilling.

Laughing at what you know is his attempt at cheering you up, “Ugh you little shit, you’re making me hungry.”

Neither yourself nor Jughead were the best with expressing your vulnerability, and being able to talk to each other just showed that you shared the deepest trust.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Jug interjected.

“Nah, not really. I’ll be fine once I get there, don’t worry. This happens every time. Talk to me about something else. Hey! The Oscars are on tonight, predictions?” These distractions were just the ticket for getting your mind off the difficult morning ahead of you.

“Well I guess La La Land will win big time. I thought Arrival was really good too, and I know you liked Hacksaw Ridge. I wonder will they ever make a film of my novel?”

Jughead’s film taste was largely similar to your own, so movie nights never really resulted in arguments.

After an hour or so of this absent minded chat, you giggled and realised you had chores to do.

“Hey Shakespeare, you should get back to your novel and I’ve to load the dishwasher and stuff, I’m looking forward to reading over the newest parts of your piece de résistance tomorrow.”

“Usual time, usual place?”


“You’ll be fine tomorrow, don’t panic. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”

“Thanks Jug. Really, thank you. I don’t know where’d I be without you.” Your heart swelled with love.

“You would do and have done the same and more for me.” You remembered all you have been through together. Nights spent awake discussing life and problems, comforting each other and laughing.

“What else is the best girlfriend in the world for huh?” You joke!letting out a small laugh.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Night Jug.”

“G'night (Y/N/N).

anonymous asked:

Hi could you please write a fic where Stiles and Derek have been dating for a few months but Stiles won't let Derek see him naked and Derek gets angry thinking Stiles isn't as in love with him as he is With Stiles. So they have their first huge fight and Derek ends their relationship. It's only later when Stiles turns up at his door Derek realizes that Stiles loves him but he was ashamed of the scars he had from an accident years earlier. Derek shows Stiles just how beautiful he is to him.

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: M, Word Count: 1828
Human AU, College AU (sort of, it’s summer, so they’re not actually there, and they don’t go to the same school), Alive Hale Family, Angst, Fluff, Scars, Break Up, Getting Back Together, Mild Smut, POV Derek, nsfw

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Derek is sitting on his bed, knees pulled into his chest, a comforting mug of hot chocolate in his hands. Stiles would’ve told him he’s brooding if he were here, which Derek would then vehemently deny. A smile pulls at Derek’s lips, but then he remembers Stiles isn’t here to tell him he’s brooding, might not ever be again. His smile drops and he clutches the mug a little tighter.

Well, if he is brooding, at least he’s got the weather brooding with him. There’s a summer storm raging outside, the rain pounding on the glass like a drumline that can’t sync up. There’s no thunder or lightening yet, but Derek feels it buzzing in the air, a ball of energy waiting to be released. Like Stiles when he’s excited about something.


For years, Stiles was barely on Derek’s radar, saw him only as one of Cora’s dorky friends, and now everything reminds Derek of him. The weather, the colour of his mug, every single TV show, the bags under his eyes, the sweater he’s wearing, the music blasting in his ear through his headphones.

It’s been three days without a word from Stiles­­. Derek’s thought about calling him, but he wouldn’t know what to say, except to repeat what he’s already said.

They’d been making out on his bed, Stiles in Derek’s lap, his hands in Derek’s hair, giggling as he kissed his way across Derek’s stubbly cheek and jaw to his neck. Derek pulled Stiles closer by his hips, his hands slipping under Stiles’ shirt, his fingers grazing the skin just above the waistband of Stiles’ jeans. Stiles froze, his breath stocking in his throat, his lips hovering just below Derek’s ear. Derek immediately pulled his hands away, but Stiles was already retreating. Mentally as well as physically.  It wasn’t the first time Stiles froze during a make-out session. It’s been happening since summer started.

At the beginning of spring semester, Stiles had needed help with an essay, and Cora had given him Derek’s number so Stiles could pick his “nerdy History Major brain”. They’d started talking, first about the essay, then school, and soon they were texting and calling and Skyping daily.

When the school year was drawing to a close, Derek realized he and Stiles would both be going back to Beacon Hills for the summer. He couldn’t figure out why that made him so nervous until, on his second day home, Stiles was at the door, flowers in his hand and a hopeful smile on his face. They’d gone out for milkshakes, which turned into dinner and a movie. Stiles had driven Derek home, but before Derek could get out of the car, Stiles pulled him into a kiss. Derek tried to pull Stiles closer, but Stiles quickly pulled back, giving the excuse that Derek’s family was watching. They were, but Derek had sensed there was something else. He hadn’t pushed. It was only their first kiss, and there would be plenty of time to talk.

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A FESTIVE Day in the Life of Dan, Phil, and Emily! // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: domestic fluff, family fluff, parent!phan

Words: 3.6k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: none

Summary: YouTube Notification: AmazingPhil just uploaded a video: “A FESTIVE Day in the Life of Dan, Phil, and Emily!”

A/N: Okay, so I know it’s April and Christmas was four months ago (or five? I can’t math), but I felt like this was the perfect prompt for a Christmas story, so…here you go!

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