i just want an awesome storm so i can sit by the window and watch

AU MASTER LIST

So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?

Neighbour/Roomate

  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

Pets

  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

Music

  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?

Supernatural

  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

School/College

  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.

Miscellaneous

  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me
The Like Letter

So. I’m in Bakushima/Kiribaku/WHATEVER-YOU-WANT-TO-CALL-IT (Bakugo x Kirishima from Boku no Hero Academia) hell. And the moment I saw this beautiful picture @siij made (who was also sweet enough to provide the version of it in the fic below), I knew how to break into writing this ship. It is a good ship. I love them.

Cut is for length, not for content.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

Kirishima jumped as he woke up from where he had been dozing on his bed. Bakugo stood over him, waving pieces of paper in his general direction, his cheeks pink around glaring red eyes. At first, Kirishima’s still-sleepy brain thought he was shaking a poor grade at him - no, that wouldn’t make sense, Bakugo didn’t get marks like that. Maybe it was one of Kirishima’s tests?

Then, when he rubbed his eyes, it all started to come into focus. Terrifying, horrible, stomach-twisting clarity.

His handwriting.

A crude little doodle of Bakugo, complete with a huge, angry scowl, spiky hair and a heart.

No way. No way could it be the same… Kirishima’s hands darted in every direction around him, hoping that maybe his heart rate would slow back down once he got a hold of the letters he had been writing before he nodded off. Nothing. Gone. All gone.

No, not gone. They had somehow gotten from the mattress to Bakugo’s room and…ugh, Kaminari. Of course. Not that he would immediately accuse him, but it was hard not to when he tiptoed out of the room behind Bakugo’s back, giving Kirishima a huge smile and two thumbs up. ‘You got this, bro,’ he mouthed, closing the door. Got this?! Kirishima didn’t even have a shirt on! This was the furthest from ‘got this’ you could get!

“Don’t fucking ignore me!”

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Untangle - Choi Minho, Lee Taemin (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader x Lee Taemin
Word Count: 3.8k
Author’s note: When I first wrote Unrequited, I didn’t expect that it would get notes because I’m not a big, popular blog. Due to the positive feedback I got from it and all the feels, I had to write a sequel for it (Unforgettable). This series is so much fun to write, even though I’m suffering from all of the feels. 😩😂  Thank you for all the asks you sent me regarding this series and I dedicate this is to all of you who’ve been asking for part 3 and all of the other readers - thank you for being so patient with me and for reading my work! I hope you enjoy this (despite all the drama, spoiler alert)! Before reading this though, I suggest that you read its prequels if you haven’t yet (linked above) as well as its companion drabbles: (1, 2, 3). (The GIF isn’t mine)


You were about to open your mouth to answer Taemin’s question but Minho was the first to speak and he spoke for the two of you, much to your dismay.

“Yes Taemin, we want to have breakfast.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Mc who's afraid of storms and the Rfa + V +Saeran, try to distract her with some things ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

RFA (V + Saeran) reacting to MC who’s afraid of Storms

Note: I’m so happy to have gotten my very first request!! Sorry some are shorter than others, haha, I’m trying my best c:


YOOSUNG

✰ - He genuinely was unaware of the storm until the wifi got knocked out, resulting in the failure of his LOLOL mission. He looked around his apartment for you, hoping to watch a movie on his phone while the storm brewed.

✰ - “MC, where are you?” He wasn’t afraid of storms, but felt fearful that you’d gotten caught in one. So, he dialed you on his cellphone, nervously hoping for your answer.

✰ - Yoosung heard your ringtone coming from the bedroom and thought you’d left your phone here.

✰ - Entering the bedroom, the noise was coming from underneath the bed, where he heard sniffles after the ringtone subsided.

✰ - “Oh my gosh, MC, are you okay?” Helps you get off the carpet and from under the bed.

✰ - Hugs you, and as thunder booms, realizes you have a fear of the storm. Remembering what he liked to do as a child when he was scared, he had an idea.

✰ - “I know what we can do, um, since the internet is down.” Doesn’t really want to acknowledge her fear of storms, so instead he acknowledges his ability to come up with terrible excuses.

✰ - “We make a pillow fort! I know which pillows and blankets to use, so you stay here and listen to some of the LOLOL soundtrack!” Gives you limited edition LOLOL warrior headphones with gaming music blasting.

✰ - Makes the best pillow fort ever around you.

✰ - “Alright, now that our pillow fort is complete, we shall watch movies I’ve downloaded from Netflix!” 

✰ - Curls up with you under tons of blankets and pillows, makes sure to hold your hand.

✰ - “Yoosung, the only movie you have downloaded on your phone is the Bee Movie?”


ZEN

✰ - After getting soaked on the way back from his rehearsal, he’s very surprised when you hug him, the two of you now wet.

✰ - Thinks it’s cute - oh no it’s not cute anymore.

✰ - Only because he realizes your scared and is not gonna let you be scared if he wants to call himself a man.

✰ - Grabs some towels to dry you both off, unsure if the shaking is from you being wet and cold or because of the rumbling storm,

✰ - Pops open a cold one for each of you, better for you to loosen up during the storm.

✰ - Offers to give you a ~sensual~ back massage to relax even more.

✰ - He’s literally the most comforting boyfriend ever, between rubbing your shoulders and kissing them.

✰ - How could someone even focus on the storm? 

✰ - Turns into a full on makeout session, in the midst of trying to relieve your stress about the storm, he’s stressed about releasing the beast.

✰ - Releases it anyways. 


JAEHEE

✰ - Bless this female, she’s just back from a long day at the cafe and comes home to the blaring television. But, it’s the weather forecast, and can hardly hear herself think.

✰ - “MC? Why are you watching the weather? So loudly?” 

✰ - Sees MC curled up on the couch, looking from the window to the television.

✰ - Immediately closes curtains and changes the channel, she knows her girlfriend is upset woman’s intuition.

✰ - Turns on one of Zen’s DVDs for MC, keeps it loud so she can hear it in the kitchen.

✰ - Being the awesome person she is, makes some relaxing herbal tea to help MC calm down and fall asleep so she isn’t so nervous about the storm.

✰ - Grabs her #1 Girlfriend mug and brings out the tea.

✰ - MC is already calm just watching the DVD, and with Jaehee’s tea, she’s feeling a lot better about the storm outside.

✰ - Jaehee is also rubbing circles on her back, doesn’t even stop once MC lays down, head in her girlfriend’s lap.

✰ - “Thanks for helping me through the storm.”

✰ - MC falls asleep and Jaehee kisses her forehead, pulling out her cellphone to snap a couple photos to send to the messenger.

✰ - 707: Jaehee!! Did you knock out MC??

✰ - ZEN: She’s sleeping, idiot. 

✰ - ZEN: Very cute tho ^^

✰ - This woman agrees that MC is very cute.


JUMIN

✰ - Where’s MC? Where’s Elizabeth the 3rd? 

✰ - Just got home from work, and neither of his girls are coming to meet him and he’s somewhat offended.

✰ - As thunder rumbles he remembers how anxious Elizabeth gets, and wonders if she’s run off again. Feeling nervous, he rushes back towards the bedroom, hoping she’s underneath the bed.

✰ - “Elizabeth oh.” Sees you and Elizabeth curled up on the bed, you grooming her fur with a purple brush.

✰ - He sits on the bed beside you, but as a flash of lightning lights up the room, you stop brushing the white Persian’s fur, shaking.

✰ - He wraps an arm around you, picking up the purple brush from the bed, kissing you before quickly going to shut the curtains.

✰ - “MC, why don’t you continue to brush Elizabeth’s fur while I go pour us each a glass of Pinot Noir.” 

✰ - Calls Jaehee while pouring wine into two wineglasses, confused as to why you would get so jolted by the flash of light. Perhaps it startled you?

✰ - “Assistant Kang, is it normal for a woman to jump when lightning flashes?”

✰ - “Mr.Han, MC probably has astraphobia, a fear of storms.” Of storms?? Storms can’t steal your money or business ideas, why are you afraid of those?

✰ - Comes back to the bedroom, hands you your glass of wine, and snuggles under the covers with Elizabeth the 3rd between the two of you.

✰ - MC’s hand holding a wineglass and petting Elizabeth’s fur with the other.

✰ - Jumin, on the other hand, is in the chatroom,

✰ - Jumin Han: I believe Elizabeth the Third should be a service or therapy cat.

✰ - 707: I NEED HELP!!

✰ - Jumin Han: Service cats aren’t for the mentally ill.


707

✰ - The bunker is soundproof and there aren’t any windows, but MC just went to the garage to grab another box of Honey Buddha chips.

✰ - It’s been like forty-five minutes? Did MC get locked out or something?

✰ - 707 literally finds you laying in the floorboard of one of his babies cars.

✰ - Laughs at first, but then realizes you aren’t trying to play ultimate hide and seek, as the thunder rumbles the entire garage.

✰ - “MC? Let’s go back inside, we probably have Honey Buddha Chips somewhere else.” 

✰ - You’re too scared? No problem, he’s in the car with you.

✰ - “At least get in a seat, I’ll turn on the seat warmers and everything.” Coaxes you to sit in the front seat with him, and casually plugs in his phone through the aux chord.

✰ - MC is laughing already as the Ouran Highschool Host Club theme blares throughout the vehicle, forgetting the storm.

✰ - Turns into some sort of car radio party, from I Don’t F*ck With You to Call Me Maybe.

✰ - Does the casual yawn and literally throws his arm around your shoulders.

✰ - Takes a couple minutes to let you appreciate the purr of his engine.


V

✰ - This dude is super sensitive to sound as his sight is gone, so he is well aware that it’s storming. And those whimpers? He can fit two and two together.

✰ - Casually grabs ones of his photo albums, making out his handwriting on the cover, before going back to where MC is.

✰ - “You’re frightened by the storm?” He wants to be sure, he’s a caring dude. After confirmation, he smiles, opening up the album, revealing beautiful photos of flowers and beautiful rainbows.

✰ - “Wow, Jihyun, these are beautiful… that rainbow!”

✰ - “Without that terrible storm, we wouldn’t get these beautiful photos of rainbows and perfect shots of roses.” He’s a deep person.

✰ - “Remember that after the storm, the sun always shines.” He flips through the page, revealing an image of the sun.

✰ - “Jihyun, do you want to go take photos once the storm passes?”
✰ - The two of you spend the rest of the storm looking through all the beautiful photos, V capturing a couple photos of you on camera in the meantime.

✰ - It becomes a bit of a tradition to take photos after the storm. Bless V.


SAERAN

✰ - He just wanted to look at the sky with you, outside the bunker, but nope; it’s pouring and light is flashing everywhere. 

✰ - You’re shaking with your jacket held above your head, and it reminds him of how he had to suffer through these alone as a child.

✰ - No, this would not happen to you.

✰ - “Let’s get out of this storm,” He’s already getting you back to the bunker, he’s holding your hand, he’s not having any of this. “It’s okay to be afraid of the storm.”

✰ - He doesn’t even ask, and just takes his pair of earbuds, one in his ear and one in his own, playing some mellow music. 

✰ - Lets you borrow his hoodie, the two of you just surviving the storm, leaning against one another in the bunker.

✰ - “MC, let’s go look at the sky after the storm. They say there is always a rainbow after the storm passes.”

✰ - Where to find Saeran after the storm? Looking up at the sky, with his girlfriend beside him.

ALONE TOGETHER (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Heyyyy❤ Please never stop writing this is awesome 😍 Can you write a Bellamy Blake imagine when Bellamy is in the rover stuck in the black rain and crying because he can’t save Mark but the reader is with him? Can be smut or not, if yes, could be rough and just to make him forget u know…. That’s it 💫

A/N: ok so i’m actually doing smut for once ??? probably cringey but yea idk tbh

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  • warning: smut obviously, NSFW

The pain pours down like you’ve never witnessed before. It smacks against the window of the rover, filling the car with a loud shooting noise. Bellamy has his determined eyes on the road, wanting nothing more than to get to our destination and come to Kane’s aid.

But the Universe has a different plan. Suddenly, the rover comes to an abrupt halt and he quickly puts his arm in front of you, holding you back despite your seatbelt being on.

His eyes are wide as he slams his foot on the gas, removing his hand from you as you catch your breathe. “No, no, no,” he  mumbles, pressing his foot down as he turns the steering wheel to no avail.

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Dirty looks.

Pairing : Past!JaredxReader, Jensen, Genevieve
Word count : 2,193
Author :Mel
A/N : More parts for @bigdaddymongoose. Only one more part!

Part 16 of ‘My son, Bringer of Storms.’

You were sitting on a plane, River was excitedly looking out the window. “Are we in Texas yet?”

“No, River. Probably not for a few more hours. We’ve only been in the air about an hour, and it’s a 4 ½ hour flight.”

“Aww.” He pouted. “Do we have to stop somewhere?”

“Nop. You got spoiled with a non-stop flight.”

“Uncle Jensen is my favorite uncle.” River grinned.

“You’ve never had any other uncle.” You pointed out. “Maybe one day you’ll meet your fathers siblings. You actually have an uncle and an aunt.”

“Yeah!? Will they be at this Barbecue too?” You shrugged and he looked back out the window.

You let out a sigh, wondering how you’d ended up on a flight to fucking Texas. But you knew how. Jensen had fucked you over. And by fucked you over, he’d played it smart. Made it so you couldn’t say no. “Asshole” You mumbled, looking down at your phone.

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What's Wrong?--Kylo Ren x Reader

Kylo paraded around the halls on the Starkiller base, looking for a certain red-headed general. His cape flowed behind him and his boots echoed off of the walls. Everyone who passed made sure to make room for the commander since they knew his temper wasn’t one to mess with.

“Hux,” he boomed as he had finally found the general. Snapping his head over, Hux had a look of disgust washing over his face.

“What do you want now, Ren?” Hux asked, stopping in the hallway. He waited patiently for the Knight of Ren to verbalize his statement.

“I need a favor,” Kylo replied, causing Hux’s eyes to widen in disbelief and curiosity. He never thought he would see the day where Kylo Ren would ask him of any favors.

“And what is it? I don’t have all day,” he replied, venom in his tone. Kylo stretched his neck, cracking it in a few spots.

“Somethings going on with your sister and she hasn’t told me anything,” Kylo sighed, flexing his fingers. Hux seemed shocked as it appeared that Ren was worried for once.

“Why don’t you just probe her brain like you do everyone else?” Hux asked, acting bored. Deep down, however he was dying to know what caused Kylo to notice a change in his sister.

“I respect her boundaries. Now, if you will, find out what is up while I go on my mission and I’ll,” he gulped, “I’ll owe you one.”

“What? THE Kylo Ren is actually going to REPAY a favor? Are my ears deceiving me?” Hux said dramatically, knowing it would get on his brother-in-law’s nerves. “But sure I’ll see what’s up with (y/n), only because she is my sister.”

Kylo grumbled, knowing that Hux just loved pushing his buttons. Who could blame him though, pushing people’s buttons is fun!

“I’ll see you when I return,” Kylo said, turning on his heal and walking down to the aircraft hangar. Hux smirked as he deviced a plan to spy on you.

Hux had sneaked his way into your sector, observing you inconspicuously. He watched as you reached into the tool box and pulled out a tool, using it to fix the inner workings of panel. Suddenly, you sprang up and ran for the bathroom. Hux dug out a notepad and noted this occurance.

When you emerged from the bathroom, you got back to work fixing the control panel as if nothing happened.

For the next week, Hux had observed you and had conversations with you. Something was definitely off and he would have to discuss it with Captain Phasma.

“Phasma,” Hux said, gaining the attention of the silver storm trooper. She marched over to the general who pulled her into an empty conference room before locking the door.

“Yes?” She asked, waiting for the ginger spill the beans.

“Something is going on with my sister and I need help figuring it out,” he said, digging out his notes. Phasma took her helmet off, revealing her blonde hair and amused face.

“You took notes?” She asked, looking over the words scribbled down on the small white pages.

’-She has a bad case of nausea
-She’s told me about her headaches at lunch
-Now avoids onions even though it’s her
favorite
-extremely moody’

Phasma laughed at the confused general. He glared at her before swiping the notepad away.

“Has she also been dizzy and exhausted?” Phasma asked, a smile plastered onto her face. Hux nodded, eying the captain who once again chuckled.

“Well, what’s wrong with her?” Hux demanded and Phasma just waved her hand, swatting the hovering ginger away.

“I wouldn’t doubt if she was pregnant,” she said, putting her helmet on once more.

“You can’t possibly be suggesting that her and Ren-”

“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. They are married, Hux. That’s what married people do,” she said, laughing heavily. General Hux could not possibly fathom the idea of his baby sister being pregnant with the spawn of Kylo Ren. Phasma then left the room, leaving Hux disgusted and surprised.

Hux sat in his office filling out paperwork when a small knock disrupted his concentration. Annoyed he put down his pen and stood from the desk before making his way over to the door. Opening it, he saw you standing there, hands behind your back looking straight at your brother.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said before allowing you to walk inside and to sit down on the cushioned chair on the visitor’s side of Hux’s desk.

“Don’t sound so thrilled, Armitage,” you said, giggling slightly. How you were related to Hux was anyone’s guess.

“So what brings you here?” He asked, turning back to his paperwork. You stretched your feet and laced your hands together, twiddling your thumbs. You looked out of the window and saw the snowy tundra outside.

“I was actually wondering if the infirmary had something. I didn’t want to walk all the way down there and them not have what I’m looking for,” you said quietly. “And since Kylo isn’t here, you’re my second most trustworthy choice.” Hux continued writing, not looking up at your smiling face.

“And what item are you wondering about,” Hux asked, finishing the last form and placing it into the finished pile. He placed his fountain pen on the desk neatly and looked over at you, looking at the snow outside.

“A pregnancy test,” you said, too embarassmed to look your brother. His eye twitched at the thought of Phasma actually being right–he hated when anyone but himself was right.

“I don’t think they’re in the infirmary. However I do know that they are positively in the clinic,” he replied, now looking out of the window with you.

“Can you come with me?” You asked, now gaining the courage to face him. He pursed his lips, thinking about it.

“If you really need me to, I will,” he sighed, making this more of a big deal than it should be. You smiled and stood leaving the office.

“Well, are you coming or not?”

Hux leaned on the wall outside of the bathroom in the clinic, boredly staring ahead. He sighed, noticing that you were taking a really long time. He was about to knock on the door when you came out of the bathroom, a large smile coming across your face.

“So you’re happy because you’re not carrying, right?” Hux asked, hoping that he was correct. The First Order had never had a child on board, much less a baby. Not only that, but he didn’t know how Kylo Ren would react to it, but he was ready to take care of you once more if the knight rejected the child.

“Oh, quite the opposite, brother. You’re going to be an uncle!” You said excitedly, your smile becoming longer. Happiness surged through your bones at the thought of becoming a mother. You had hoped that Kylo would be just as excited since the both of you had been through so much together and this was just another event happening in your lives.

“Well, if you’re happy, I guess that’s all the matters,” Hux sighed, having a secret soft spot for you. He wanted the very best for you, even though you went against his will and married that blasted Ren. “You should tell…your husband.”

“I’ll send him a message right now,” you said before turning on heal an heading to your room. “Thank you, Armitage, for everything.”

Once arriving to your room, you grabbed the datapad, contemplating if you should call Kylo now or wait for him to call later. Anxiousness began to bubble through your being as you pulled up his contact, pressing the message icon. You began typing a message to him, deciding that he should call when he’s not busy on his mission.

‘I have some news, call me when you can! xoxo’

Kylo immediately read it, calling you immediately. You let it ring once before answering. A hologram of his face appeared just inches above the pad.

“Is everything alright, (y/n)?” He asked you, worried. You smiled happily, excited to spread the news.

“Everything is just fine. Where are you at now?” You asked him, somewhat avoiding the conversation. He smiled.

“I’m actually on my way home,” he said, waiting for your response. You smiled.

“Awesome! So the news is that we’re expecting a baby,” you announced, gauging his reaction. His smile fell slightly and he tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant, Kylo,” you stated once more, hoping that he would have a different reaction. He smiled in disbelief.

“Wow, well this is exciting,” he coughed. “I’ll see you when I get home. Love you,” he quickly said.

“Love you too,” you replied before he hung up. “Well it could have gone worse.”

Unbeknownst to you, Kylo was not as excited as he was terrified. He had always wanted a child, but knew that it would be in danger with every passing threat–the Resistance, other rebellious cities, himself. He had certainly feared that he would not be a good father with his temper issues and his coldness to others. Terror ran through his mind and he knew he had to control it so as not to get so worked up and angry at himself.

‘Fear is weakness. I will not be weakened,’ he thought repeatedly. Sighing, the knight sat back in his seat, watching the stars flash by quickly. His mind was racing with all sorts of negative and positive thoughts.

‘Maybe this war will be over once the baby is here. Then we would be able to live in silence under the control of the First order. But d the Resistance wins this war, then I’ll do everything to ensure that they’re safe, even if it means giving myself away. I’m positive that Supreme Leader already knows about this situation. I shall inform him when I arrive back to the base,’ Kylo’s thoughts echoed, looking about this situation from every angle.

“Sir,” someone to his left said. Turning, he noticed that it was a storm trooper standing nice and tall, not trying to make himself appear weak. Kylo smirked and sensed the fear that ran through the trooper’s veins.

“What is it?” He spat dangerously, annoyed at being stolen away from his thoughts. He stared at the soldier even though he couldn’t see the face of the commander.

“I was told to come get you. It’s meal time,” the trooper said, shaking in his boots. Kylo rolled his eyes and turned back to face outside of the ship.

“I’ll eat when I’m ready,” Kylo said, wanting to be left alone once more. Nodding, the trooper walked off.

‘This is probably why she’s been acting strange. I’m just glad it wasn’t a serious disease.’

You were laying down on your bed when the sound of the door opening caught your ear.

“(y/n)?” You heard the deep voice of your husband say. Standing, you walked out into the common room to see him still dressed in his normal gear.

“Hey,” you said cautiously, unsure of his true feelings of the news. He gave you a gentle smile and gave you a big hug.

“I promise to never let anything happen to either of you,” he stated, excited to know that he was going to be a father. “I spoke with Snoke.”

“What’d he say?” You asked quickly, knowing that Snoke is a picky being who didn’t like detours in his plans.

“Surprisingly, he’s alright with it as long as it doesn’t distract me from the bigger picture. He said that I could even use it to better my skills,” he replied a goofy smile appearing on his face. You smiled and embraced him, knowing that this occurance wasn’t going to be as big as an issue as you initially thought.

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((All of the following have been collected))

Awkward Meetings

-I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry

-I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?

-You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man

-You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and I’m too shocked to respond to your apologies

-You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich maneuver and why this working isn’t, you’re just choking harder now this is awful

-We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame

-I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, I’m so sorry

-You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.

-I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat

-You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????

-You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that

-You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist

-This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and you’re deathly afraid of flying.

-I got into a cab to find someone already inside

-You thought I was your friend/sister

-Holy shit, I’m in the wrong car.

-I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.

-It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR

-You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and it’s my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…

-I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. -Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear

-This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favorite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?

-We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because you’re terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.

-You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?

 

Neighbor/Roommate

-The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn

I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbor standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)

-My neighbor has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs

-You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!

-The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling

-My neighbor’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.

-My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra

-You’re my new neighbor and wow man, you have some really weird habits.

-You’re my neighbor and you are stealing my Wi-Fi to watch porn and can you not?

-You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?

-I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?

-I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know it’s like the fourth time this week…

You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU

-My new neighbor is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… I’m in too deep

-It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP

-We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

-“You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.

-“We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU
-My shower is broken because of some stupid mistake and I have to use the one in your room
-I’m a heavy sleeper and my alarm is so loud and obnoxious you have to wake me up in some way to switch it off
-Mutual hate for our stupid landlord/flat mate/neighbor
-I woke up form a nightmare screaming and you’ve rushed over from your apartment to try and calm me down and…you look really hot when you wear glasses and you’re almost naked

 

Pets

-I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog.

-My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward.

-We are neighbors and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?

-My pet tarantula/snake (etc.) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders

-I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye

-My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.

-My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?

-My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you came home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar

-Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog

-You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

-I know it’s cute, but we can’t keep it.

-Fun fact, I picked this up on my way home.

-You said you wanted something cute for your Birthday, but I have a feeling our definition of that word is vastly different.

-I reckon that you’ll be unable to let them go.

-We need to find its actual owner. Come on.

-Oh no, their eyes. My biggest weakness.

-Look at its little feet. I’m in love.

-I suppose we can have one, but I mean it. One.

 

Music

-I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music

-You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.

-You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…

-Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?

-I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?
-Your music choice is so bad but you’re undeniably, yet irritatingly cute when you bop your head along

Supernatural

-I’m a wizard and I just accidently appeared into your house. Oops.

-I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.

-I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt

-You’re a Greek god and I’m the roman counterpart.

-I’m a ghost and you’re alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck.

-You’re a faun and I’m a Satry

-I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me?

-I’m a time traveler and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.

-I’m a writer and you’re my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft?

-I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small Chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…

-I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?

-I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry

-Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.

-I’m a genie and d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?

-I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you

-You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.

-We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but it’s not the same

-I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and let’s just say it doesn’t end well

-I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.

-You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk

-Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything….

-Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house

-Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

-You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff
-I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad

 

School/College

-I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit

-You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?

-I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…

-You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going

-We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?

-I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but you’re actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you

-I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry

-You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!

-We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class

-You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?

-I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because I’m so shitty at this

-My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry

-You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning

-Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments

-I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.

-I usually talk to my friends through Morse code in class but… apparently you know Morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute

-I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO
-we’re in general bio discussion and the topic is meiosis and… uh… why is the graduate student instructor telling us that we’re going to act it out? And assigning us all chromosome

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

-You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch

-You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished

-You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork

-I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared

-You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under you saucer

-It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee

-We have zero classes together but I see you at least five times a day what the fuck????

-I go on late night walks around campus and apparently you do too

-You work in the cafeteria on campus and I order the same thing every day so we keep making small talk and wow you actually seem pretty cool???

-You keep grabbing the biggest group study room but you never have a study group; I actually do have a group and I’m gonna give you a piece of my mind

-You work in the Starbucks on campus and picked up on my obscure reference/t-shirt from some obscure show/etc. and now I’m determined to talk to you about it

-We both went to grab the last ice cream and I’m insisting you take it but you’re insisting that I take it (added bonus: hey, why don’t we just share it?)

-We were on the same college tour

- It’s prime time for practice rooms and all of the good ones are taken except for that one – don’t you fucking dare, I will FIGHT you for it.

- I saw you sleeping on the couch in the lounge in the morning, but now it’s like 5 pm and you’re still here. Are you ok?

- Oh good an empty practice roo- HOLY SHIT. Why are you lying on the ground in a dark?!

- The theory professor makes no sense and you’re the star pupil. Teach me everything you know about theory and I will buy you anything you want from Starbucks. Grande. Venti. Frappuccino. Chai Tea Latte. You name it.

- I’m trying to study in the lounge and you’re blasting your music. I don’t care how much you love Mahler, have you ever heard of ear phones???

- I’m trying to schedule my recital, but you have the time/location I want. Ok, what do I have to sell you for that time slot/date?

- I agreed to help you with your music Ed video project and now you’re trying to teach me trumpet and my god I am terrible at this instrument.

- You’re really cute and I may have done more than three casual walk-bys of your practice room. I’m on my sixth walk-by when we make eye contact. Oh shit.

- I don’t know you, but you grabbed me to help with your audition videos and wow, you’re really good and attractive…Oh crap, stop the camera now?

- You’re in the orchestra and I’m in the choir. I’ve had a crush on you all semester. I’m pretty sure you’ve caught me staring at the violin section one to many times.

- Amidst all the Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin I hear musical theatre?!?!?!!? I race out of my practice room and go on a mad hunt until I find you and oh my god you’re playing my favourite show let’s be friends!

 

 

Near Death Experiences

-Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.

-You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner

-Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island.

-I just took a super dangerous job and you’re trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money

-It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralyzed?

-I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc.) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc.) and decide to take me in.

-I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

 

Mistaken and Secret Identities

-I’m a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner

-I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?

-I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends

-I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later

-You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am definitely not… that dude. What was his name again?

-You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain

-I have a very cute neighbor and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronized with my neighbor’s…

-I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

 

Profession Based

-Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?

-I’m a private detective and you’re my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit

-You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my beliefs.

-I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???

-You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, and I know it’s invasive seriously, sorry

-You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?

-You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.

-You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders

-I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake

-We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.

-I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.

-I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’

-It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?

-You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.

-You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

-The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???

-You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?

 

Teacher x Teacher

-The nice one who everybody loves with the grumpy and strict one that the students hate and the students wonder?????????how what the fuck. But later (not in school environment maybe by accident) the students (a group of them) see that the strict one isn’t really that strict and they love their partner

-The cool married teachers that talk about each other and everyone loves like one of them comes late to class and is like “sorry i’m late guys mx. [partner] is really sick and i wanted to be sure everything is alright” and the students spend 5 minutes fussing over the other teacher and asking questions about their wellbeing “ARE THEY DYING” “No Joey they’ve just caught a cold” [and trying to make this one forget about their class”

-two teachers that EVERYBODY ships like the students are trying to get them together, “Soo, Mx. A, Mx. B will have a concert tomorrow for the school and they need all the help and they asked me to tell you….so you can tell other students” “Mx. B didn’t tell me anything about it” “oh it was like, last moment thing you know. they didn’t have time. and like, they really need help.”

And the teacher is like “Thanks Johnson” and trying to be really cool but REALLY BEING NOT COOL OMG WHERE’S THE SQUAD OF DUCKLINGS TO HAVE AN EXCUSE TO GO AND HELP

and like other teachers shipping them too

“Mx. A you know about the prom. There’s a rule that the teachers must have some partners too” [dunno if it already is something like this, it is not in my country] “I did not know about this rule.” “Oh it’s very recent. So, you know, teachers are never alone and can be protected in case it’s necessary. I also heard that Mx. B has no partner.”

OPPOSITE TEACHERS????

Like, science/maths teachers with art/languages teacher. Or stuff like this.

Talking about their subject passionately and the other not understanding shit but loving it anyway because they’re so fucking cute.

-We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts -we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years

-RIVAL TEACHERS?????? Like here is your impossible love

-Teachers of the same subject in different schools fighting in competitions and shit

-Or teachers of the same subject talking passionately about their course. and praising each other.

-Teachers talking about their students, the bad ones and the cool ones

-LGBT teachers standing up for LGBT students and offering them support and helping them feel more at ease in this clusterfuck of school

-OTP 1 teacher/teacher and OTP 2 student/student

-OTP 2 being so thankful that OTP 1 exists. OTP 1 giving advice to OTP 2.

-DOMESTIC TEACHER/TEACHER

-Grading stuff together. Bringing each other food/beverages. Helping each other through all the stuff.

 

 

Old Friends

-I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia

-I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now.

-You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

 

Fake Dating

-I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date?

-I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?

-We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you

-My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.

 

Mutual Friends

-“Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.

-“Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.

- It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single

Smol and Tol

-you’re always making fun of my short legs well jokes on you sucker because you are failing so hard at this obstacles course with your giraffe limbs

-you can pout all you want, at the end of the day i win all the arguments because i can just pick you up and place you in a corner a sulk yourself tired

i really wanna knee you in the crotch right now but your crotch is too fucking high

-“how did you two meet?” “They tripped over me. While I standing.”

-man, i hate going out into huge crowds with you because i always lose you among all the children and i have to peruse through all of them to find you

-man, i love going out into huge crowds with you because you’re like a beacon sticking out and i’m basically never lost

-whenever i get too mad or frustrated or down you give me a piggyback and it’s embarrassing how much it calms me

-you’re so fantastic to cuddle because i can, like, hold all of you. no place misses out on my hugs, you get all the hug, the full hug,, all my love
-Tol likes to give Smol piggy backs wherever they go
-Smol tries to give Tol a piggy back and they both fall over and laugh
-Tol constantly gets asked out by random strangers at bars while Smol is mistaken as considerable younger and is never asked out so they’re always ready to fight the strangers off

Theatre

-that stage kiss WAS NOT SCRIPTED WTF

- I’m the stage manager and you’re the cocky lead who won’t SHUT UP backstage PEOPLE CAN HEAR YOU

-for closing night bets you slipped me tongue during our stage kiss what the fuck do I do

-we’re not playing the romantic leads but everyone ships our characters and they keep making us take pictures together in costume (I kind of love it)

-we’re in the chorus together and you never know what the notes are so you have to stand impossibly close to me to listen and it just makes me mess up and I SWEAR TO GOD ARE YOU DOING THAT ON PURPOSE

-everyone in the show has to wear makeup I swear I will wrestle you into this chair if I have to

-oh my god you’re doing my makeup and you’re so close and I can’t breathe

-I may have learned your romantic lead’s part and then attempted to take them out the night of the show

-we made out in the light booth

-this is the first time I’ve seen you in costume and holy fuck how do you look so good in that

Cafe/Resturant

 

-You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)

-You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee

-You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you

-You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man

-We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute

-I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you

-I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile

-I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista

-You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in icreasingly horrible ways

-You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip and you never finish your drink, are you trying to look mature or something?

-Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in?

Soulmate

-Last words are on your skin instead of their first words so you don’t know your soulmate until you lose them
-People age until they reach 18 and then they stop aging until they meet their soul mate
-The song you get stuck in your head is the one your soulmate is singing (Bonus: when they meet, the one annoys the other by singing their most hated song)
-You only see colour when your touching your soulmate
-Necklaces given to you at birth of half a unique shape and your soulmate gets the other half
-Little bruises and cuts show up on your soulmate
-Stripe of your soulmates hair colour on your wrist
-Vision is shaded to the eye colour of your soul mate and is that why until you meet them
-You have a tattoo that tells you what they’re most passionate about
-Tattoo saying how old you and your soulmate will be when you meet
-You can see every colour except the one that’s your soul mates eye colour
-Soulmates name on one wrist and enemies name on the other

 

Fun Fair/Carnival

-Hey Miss/Mister you paid but forgot to take your cotton candy so here it is
-Both our kids are on a merry-go-round and are starting to fight over a particular pony would you be so kind to tell your kid to fuck off, my kid got here first
-You’re scared of roller coasters and friends are all on different rides and you look so miserable, let me buy you coffee
-I’m so sorry I split my milkshake all over you, can I make it up to you
-Excuse me sir, you need a pair to go on the roller coaster, any singles here?
-I’m sorry sir, we’re closing up you can’t go on this merry-go-round, bit fuck it, we’re the only ones here

Miscellaneous

-I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?

-My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little

-We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, it’s on!

-You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain

-We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?

-Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this

-I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me

-I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly

-We are trapped in a bank during a robbery

-Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?

-I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting Romeo and Juliet at me

-I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???

-You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you

-It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???

-The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?

-You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer

- There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch

-I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?

“I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad

-“You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you

-You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy

-I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward

-You have no idea what personal space is and it’s really distracting when your face is two inches away from mine, what if I turn my head and accidentally kiss you
-You don’t like snuggling or a lot of touching but when you’re asleep you’re a cuddle for better or for worse
- I was eating chocolate and you came over and started kissing me, and so I finally offered you some and you say it tastes better like this

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Make Some Noise

Party Poison smut request 



You were still surprised that when you turned your fork around in the tin of power pup that it made a squelching noise. It had been maybe 8 months since you found the kill joys, and you were glad of it. God knows what would have happened if you had of spent another day ruled by Korse, wearing that hot sticky Draculoid mask that clung to your skin as if it were suffocating you of your existence. If it hadn’t have been for Party Poison catching the side of that wretched mask with his pistol in route 70, you may not of had existed any more. You grimaced at the ‘food’ in your mouth, it’s dry as ever, and the taste never fades, no matter how hard you try, not to mention the smell that lingers on your breath. It certainly didn’t match up to the sound that it made in the tin.


The boys had left you alone for a little bit, they said that it would be better for you to stay in the diner, or as they all called it, the “D.I.E”, no one could be bothered to change the light bulbs, and it sent a nice message to the enemies. You knew your weaponry abilities weren’t the best, but sometimes it kind of irritated you because you wanted them to give you chance.  That group of men were the best thing to ever happen to you in your life, but you couldn’t help feel like they still didn’t trust you properly. It’s probably something to do with the danger of being an undercover Drac, but it would be nice if they could think higher of you than that. Staring out of the window you stuffed the last of your food into your mouth, better get it over with sooner rather than later. The sky looked peculiar today, it wasn’t its usual vibrant blue, it had more twists of red and brown in it. After all your time fighting in the desert, Drac or not, you had never seen it like this. What ever was going to happen, you just didn’t want to be alone.

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•The Storm• {Carl Grimes Smut}

Word Count: 7,262

I’m so sorry for any mistakes I didn’t edit this.
But if you want to request you can! I will write about anyone on the show. I will also take requests for imagines about the actors! So don’t be afraid to request.


(Y/N)’S POV*


“Carl, come look at this.“ I say smiling.
I’d been pestering him to join me at the window to watch the storm for the last five minutes but he was too occupied on his video game, his hair falling in his face making him look very attractive.
When i glanced over my shoulder at him he brought his blue eyes up from the screen, the light reflected on the shinny golden part on his hat.
“Sweetheart, I’ve seen storms many times,” he said, choosing to stay put on the comfort of our grey colored sofa.
“But it hasn’t rained in months,” i countered, looking back out the window straight across from where he was sitting, “I love watching storms now-a-days because they don’t come that often anymore.” Carl just chuckled.
He’d been spending a lot of his free time going on runs because we were running out of supplies, and even though i supported him because he was doing his job, it got to be annoying on the only nights we had together. Of course he wouldn’t spend the entire time playing them stupid games, but a great portion of it was taken by video game playing.
“Fine,” I finally sighed, walking over to the sofa and plopping down lazily beside him, “pay attention to meeeee!“
Carl sighed when i rested my head against his shoulder.
“Just let me finish this level…”
I knew he’d eventually stop and the two of us could at least cuddle together, but I was truthfully getting tired of just sitting here beside him.
“Your hair, it smells like coconut, it smells amazing,”
he said out of the blue, his voice a little raspy since he’d hardly said a word.
He was always throwing those little compliments at me, whether they were about my hair or my embarrassing singing in the shower and it was so cute the way he’d say those little things when I least expected him to.
With a wide grin i gave his arm a gentle rub before the wind came blowing hard and rattled the windows. The storm had been expected since yesterday and Carl had previously asked if I had wanted to stay in with him, since he wouldn’t be going on a run, and he wanted to spend extra time with me I guess. Of course i agreed and the two of us went out to gather supplies for the storm, like candles and batteries for flashlights in case of a power outage, and of course the little food and snacks that we all had to ration.
“What are we gonna do if the power goes out? Well, what are you gonna do if the power goes out?” I asked him emphasizing the word you, and he shrugged with his mouth in a small frown.
His blue eyes lit up and he smiled wide.
“We could play hide and seek, In the dark,” his teeth showed within his wide grin, letting me know he really would like that while he looked to me, “that would be AWESOME.”
The last of his words came out with his eyes squeezed in excitement, almost as if he’d sneezed without actually sneezing, that cute little smirk playing out over his mouth once he waited for me to respond.
“I want you to really think about what you just said, and then imagine yourself running around trying to hide, bumping into everything in the dark,” i tell him,
“You’re literally almost blind as it is babe, that would end badly for the both of us.”
He laughed it off and eventually nodded in agreement, turning his attention back to the TV screen.
“Would be fun though,” he said softly.
“It would be. But I had something a little more…sexual in mind.”
Carl laughed a little under his breath when i brought my hand to his thigh, rubbing a smooth circle over his clothed leg.
“You’re a real distraction, you know that?”
With a proud nod i brought my hand to the side of his scruffy cheek and gave it a soft squeeze.
“Yep. And in a few minutes I’m throwing that remote into the damn storm.”


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The wind blew while rain pounded the roof and windows. Carl had finally decided to turned off the TV nearly a hour and a half later than I’d wanted him to and given the dark clouds and the time, the room was growing darker faster then we both expected it to.
Carl had lit little candles and set them all around the house so you both at least had a dim light so you could see.
“Just in case,” he said as he placed two hand guns down, one beside him and the other down beside me.
He’d just gotten a few newer guns on the last few runs he had been on and talked me into letting him keep two of them here at home with him rather than put them with the rest.
“I feel special,” I said with a smile.
He glanced up, sitting cross legged on the hardwood floor.
For a bit we sat across from each other, I sat on the living room floor in his favorite plaid pajama bottoms, a solid black t-shirt hung over his frame. I really liked the way his bright blue eyes stood out while he’s wearing the dark shirt, his dark brown hair shaggy and flying in all different directions since he hadn’t fixed it. The ends were frayed and he looked especially child-like sitting before me with his legs crossed and his elbows resting on his knees, his attention fixed on my face.
“So I was thinking that we’ve been together for a while,” i suddenly spoke up, fiddling with a small pile bricks, “and since we actually have the night to ourselves I think we should take advantage of it.”
Carl lifted his head and fidgeted a bit before he cleared his throat and rubbed under his nose. He seemed uncomfortable with what I’d said and i couldn’t exactly place what the problem was. Even thought we’ve been together for a long time, Carl wanted to take things slow. He’d mentioned it to me one night and said he wasn’t ready to do anything physical for a while. It wasn’t a problem, especially when he said he wasn’t ready. I would never pressure him into something he didn’t want to do, but after a while, it felt a little too much like rejection to me, and I started thinking that he had no interest in being physical with me in that way.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when he didn’t respond to what I’d suggested.
Carl kept the gun he had picked up a while ago in his hands, his eyes lowered to the floor.
“Nothing’s wrong,” he sighed, “I just-” He was stumbling over his own words and began to stutter a little, which was a clear indication that he was nervous. “I just, I don’t really think I’m ready for any…anything yet.”
When he noticed the hurt look on my face he laid the gun into his lap and scooted a little closer to me to reach his hand out and softly rub the side of my arm.
“Hey, it’s not you, okay?” He said, angling his face to be able to look into my eyes, given that I was staring down into my own lap.
“I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong, Carl,“ i started and slowly he let his hand fall away, “I thought you liked me, well loved me, I mean, I love you…a lot, so?”
He shook his head and closed his eyes before taking his hat off, revealing more of his long shaggy hair.
“I do love you,” he started, staring down at his hat in his hands, “I love you a lot too, I’m just..”
He trailed again with yet another exhale of warm air, and I just sat and listened. The anxiety was pouring off of him and i could almost feel it in the air between you, part of me feeling more nervous than anything while he struggled to find the correct words to say. I didn’t understand what could’ve happened to him that would turn him off to any sort of physical contact.
“I just don’t,” he kept trying to speak, “fuck, I mean I haven’t done-”
His heart was pounding in his chest and he was finding it incredibly hard to just sit still. He fidgeted against the floor and kept tucking his legs tighter in while he sat. He was being truthful when he’d said he loved me a lot, I could tell, and it was terrifying him to admit the one thing he was almost too embarrassed to say.
“Carl, whatever it is, you can tell me, okay? I promise I won’t judge babe,”
He sucked in a breath and slowly sat his hat to the side, then swallowing back an apparent lump in his throat.
“I haven’t done anything,” he said quickly, his blue eyes on me before they darted to his hands and the gun in his lap, “I’m sort of…sort of…a virgin.”
I sat quietly listening and his words shocked me enough for my eyebrows to angle in confusion. His cheeks flushed and he bit his bottom lip out of embarrassment, grabbing the gun out of his lap again playing around with it.
“Okay? don’t worry babe,“ I finally spoke.
I would still be a virgin too but in the early apocalypse I was forced to do things for people… For a longggg time.
All those times Carl had joked about it on runs, and just in general I thought it was just that; a joke. Little did i know he really was and it was clear that he didn’t want to admit it.
“But all those times you made those jokes, the,” i trailed off, shaking my head and tried to understand, “I don’t..why wouldn’t you tell me?”
Carl readjusted his legs under him again and continued fiddling with the gun.
“Because I was afraid of what you’d think. And for the jokes and statements I made…I’m a good liar,” he said, “the opportunity came up loads of times but I was always too nervous to go through with it, or tell the truth. And if I ever did blurt it out, sometimes…sometimes they’d just laugh and leave.”
A twinge of hurt stuck my chest and i studied Carl with his head lowered, hardly able to look at me while he shared his most personal secret.
“Hey,” i whispered, reaching forward to gently touch his arm, “it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed. Look, I’m not laughing. I’d never laugh at you like that. I’d never leave or make you feel bad about it.”
He shook his head slow in refusal to look up and bit the inside of his cheek.
The shy part of him was making me want to reach forward and press a kiss to his lips but i fought the urge to out of fear that it might make him uncomfortable.
“We can talk about it more if you want,” i told him but he just shook his head.
“It’s okay, there’s not much else to say about it.”
I nodded and gathered my gun in my hands, messing around with it like Carl was and still is.
“I think if you’re ready,” i said softly, “tonight would be a perfect night.”
I said it honestly and Carl just sat messing with his gun before he slowly glanced up at me.
His blue eyes gave off a sense of fear, but not an afraid of heights kind of fear, more like about to be eaten like a walker afraid.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do that,” he said, “most girls leave because they know they won’t exactly get much out of it.”
I shook my head.
“I want to,” i said.
He swallowed before he glanced out the window well off to his right.
“Promise you won’t laugh?” He asked and i was almost hurt that he had to ask such a thing while looking away from you.
“Of course I won’t.”
“No matter what?”
I nodded surely and pulled his face toward mine, keeping the tip of my thumb stuck in the dimple in his chin, which was lightly covered by brown stubble.
“No matter what.”
Just after the conversation, we decided to eat, but quickly returned to the living room floor once we both finished. By then the storm was worsening.
I just sat quietly humming a soft melody in the back of my throat.
“I’m sorry,” i sighed and Carl and glanced up at me, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable but I can’t stop thinking about what you said.”
Carl shifted against the floor.
“Have you done anything? Like…anything?”
He was quiet for a few seconds before he sighed. All i wanted was for him to be comfortable, but i still wanted to talk about it. While softly chewing his bottom lip, his eyes met yours and quickly looked back down when he slowly shook his head the tiniest bit.
Everything was quiet except the wind and the rain behind the windows.
“It’s okay,” I said, “you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about babe.”
He kept his face straight until he shook his head and cracked a smile, a tiny laugh spilling from his mouth.
“It’s pretty pathetic, you don’t have to lie.”
“It’s really not though, I mean, who cares. You seem happy, so what’s the big deal?”
He shrugged his shoulders and the smile faded from his mouth for a split second.
“Getting a bit tired of taking care of things myself though,” he couldn’t help but blurt the words and laugh at himself, his face blaring redder than his hair.
A surprised look spread over my face and I couldn’t stop the laugh either, leaning forward to playfully poke at his right bicep.
“I always thought this arm was bigger. Now I know why.”
Carl covered his face in his hands and let out a high-pitched shout out of pure embarrassment.
“God that’s fucking awkward, I’m never looking you in the eye ever again.”
Slowly i reached forward and pulled his hands away by his wrists, revealing his flushed cheeks and slight grin.
“I was kidding,” I said, fighting to hide my smirk, “kind of.”
Carl flashed his blue eyes at me and shook his head, the two of us forgetting about the storm outside.

(This is where I stopped writing in first person because I like this part better this way.)

After a break of somewhat awkward silence you leaned forward on your knees and softly planted a kiss on his mouth, thumbs resting just beside his ears and your fingers buried in his long hair. His lips were chapped but you didn’t mind, pulling away with a little smack, moving your hand up to cradle his rough cheek.
“Do you want to just go the bedroom now?” you whispered and you could swear you saw him shudder.
“I-Isn’t it still early?” Carl asked with a light stutter, one part of him wanted to avoid it but the other part of him wanted to finally go through with it.
“I know you’re nervous, but we’ll go slow and take our time. I want to make it special for you.”
His belly swirled with nerves and what he swore was butterflies and he just smiled shyly and glancing up at you.
“Okay,” he said softly, his blue eyes darting from your mouth and up to your eyes.
His cheeks were still burning and it sent a little gush of excitement through you when you realized that you would be the one to guide him through something so intimate and new to him.
Without another word you stood from the floor and quickly blew out the candles before reaching your hands out for him to take.
“Well come on then.”
Carl couldn’t stop the full smile that took over and his teeth were showing through when he slowly reached up and met your palms in his.
You tugged him up and he laughed when you both stumbled a little because of how hard you pulled.


_/\_/\_

Carl stood at the foot of the bed with his hands hanging loosely at his sides. The hair on his face was showing dominant over his pale cheeks and you stood close, teasing your lips over his.
“I’m really nervous,” he whispered, his brown eyelashes stark against his light freckles.
You responded back with a gentle kiss, bringing your hands up to cradle his face. The dark brown hair lightly sprouting from his jaw and cheeks tickled your palms but you held him firmly until he deepened the kiss and brought his own hands to your hips.
He was panting after the kissing grew more passionate, your open mouths and tongues moving perfectly in sync. Carl pulled away, his wet lips smacking when they separated from yours.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” he said through a soft voice, nearly a whisper but enough for you to hear him clearly.
His hands were trembling at your hips and you reached down to take them in yours.
“Do you want to?” You asked him honestly, staring up into his vibrant blue eyes.
After a few seconds of quiet he sucked in a shaky breath and nodded his head slow, strands of his brown hair falling over his brown eyebrows when his eyes darted over yours.
“I’ll walk you through it, okay?”
Carl could feel his feet tingling in his stomach and he cursed to himself for being so nervous when you slowly leaned forward again and pressed your mouth to his, still with your fingers intertwined.
Carl took some control and moved his mouth from yours and down a bit where he paid close attention to the place just under your jaw, planting warm wet kisses along the way. Even with his inexperience in other departments, he was an amazing kisser, and the way his lips laid over your skin was enough for you to liquify right then and there.
Through his kisses you ran your hands up and over to the back of his neck where you carded your fingers through the crazy soft curls at the very base of his neck. They lingered for a bit until Carl sighed warmly into your skin and brought his mouth back up to yours.
His heart thudded under his ribs and you could feel it in the tips of your fingers when you grazed his slim yet broad chest.
In one quick motion you were pulling your mouth away and pulled him closer so you could tug his shirt up, your own breath heavily leaving from your mouth and the growing anticipation bubbling low in your tummy. As he had his arms raised for you to take off his shirt it got stuck and he chuckled with his face hidden by the black shirt, his flat belly inflating with each laugh that left his now cherry red lips . Dark brown tufts of hair wildly poked from under his underarms.
“I feel like a horny teenager,” you smirked, finally getting the shirt off of him.
“You are a horny teenager, Carl,”
He had a cat like grin plastered over his face and he reached up to smooth down his crazy dark brown mop of hair, bits and pieces fluffed straight up from having been trapped in the material of his shirt.
“You have no idea how I feel right now,” he said, reaching forward to bring your hips toward his more.
You inched your hand further down and Carl sucked in a deep breath when you moved lower and felt him already firm and hot under your fingers.
“You’re so sensitive,” you said when he jerked his hips, not to embarrass him, but to acknowledge it.
Carl nodded lightly.
“It actually hurts a lot right now.”
His porcelain colored face was now flushed with red blotches that were traveling down his neck. He was so worked up already and you knew that even if you took it slow gentle, he wouldn’t last long the first time around.
Still looking into his blue eyes you brought your hands to the band and tugged. Carl studied your movements and tried to control his breathing but he couldn’t stop imagining where he was headed.
He stomped out of his pants and you tugged his hand, bringing him back toward the bed. He was still in his boxers but they were tented and had a large darkened moist spot where he was straining against the fabric, his mouth straight and eyes glazed over.
“Climb up on the bed and get comfortable,” you told him when he sat down on the edge of the mattress.
Using his hands and booty, he scooted up toward the pillows in the middle of the bed, watching you undress in front of him, for him. You sat your bottoms with his but kept on your sports bra and underwear, slowly climbing over him on the bed with a small smile.
“You okay?” you asked, reaching up to take his face in your hands.
He nodded and kept quiet, taking his hands and resting then neatly at your waist.
“I just want you to relax babe,” you said.
Carl couldn’t stop the butterflies in his tummy, while he swallowing hard, he was almost ready to lose it at the sound of your voice and his fingers clutching your hips.
“Lay back.”
He listened and slowly sunk down against the pillows, his tummy inflating and deflating while he panted. Still straddling his soft thighs you ran your hands down his chest where you dragged your fingers toward his pelvis, feeling tingles in them as if his skin was made of fire. And you were sure he felt the same when he exhaled a long breath and closed his eyes.
“Relax,” you told him when you noticed his soft tummy quiver, just after you’d brought your fingers to the elastic band of his boxers.
With a slow nod he brought his right arm up and covered his eyes with his forearm, letting his mouth fall open to help get the air in his lungs.
You gave a gentle tug on his boxers and he lifted his hips off the bed, biting his bottom lip tightly when you stretched the fabric over him and dragged them down his legs until he was lying completely nude beneath you.
“Look at me Babe,” you lightly whispered, straddling his bare thighs and the hair there curly and wild.
Slowly he pulled his arm away from his eyes and let it rest over his forehead instead. You leaned forward a bit, pressing your palms flat against his chest and planted a gentle kiss against his mouth.
“I’m sorry I’m just really nervous. And now my dick’s out and I’m freaking out about it,” he sighed with a light half smirk,
With his comment you laughed and glanced down.
“If it makes you feel better, I’m a little scared too,” you said and a concerned look washed over his face until he caught your eyes staring between his legs.
“I know I’m packin’,“ he laughed with a smirk,
You wanted to roll your eyes at him but since it was helping his nerves, you just laughed lightly instead.
“But really, how do you feel? Are you sure you still want to do this?” You asked and pushed your hair behind your ear.
“I haven’t ever been this…” He trailed, pausing to determine the right way to put what he was feeling into words, “this turned on. You’re so beautiful.”
His hips were moving lightly but enough for you to notice and just taking the sight of him lying completely vulnerable to you sent your own blood rushing and a warm throb building between your legs.
“And yes. Yes I’m sure I want this, but I think-I know I’m gonna cum really early.”
He was trying to be so calm about it and it was cutely sweet.
“Well I want you to know it’s okay if you do,” you said, just before he nodded and you gave his cheek a kiss.
From there your mouth met his and trailed down his neck where he groaned low in his throat and shifted his head to offer more room. His skin tasted salty with a hint of sweetness from the nervous sweating and you kissed down and over his throat, grazing his Adam’s apple and eventually following the dips and curves of his collarbone. While your mouth worked its way down slowly you gently held his left arm beside him on the bed, trailing them the further down you moved.
Feathery kisses trickled down and over his chest and he let out a soft moan when you brought your lips to his left nipple, sucking and letting your tongue swirl around the hardening nub. Carl twitched beneath you and strained his hips up, a choked sigh getting caught in his throat when he tried to tug at his arms.
“Fuck you’re driving me crazy,” he whined, glancing down at you working your way from his left nipple and to his right, planting the same wet kisses over that one once you reached it.
Without speaking a single word you slowly inched away and traveled your mouth down the line between his ribs and kissed your way toward the faint light brownish/blonde hair around his belly button.
Carl sucked in a breath and strained his neck to watch every kiss, but it was too hard to stay put with you holding his arm. With another little tug you gave in and let go, figuring you’d need your hands shortly anyhow.
“I swear if you keep at this I might literally explode,” he said, a hint of humor laced in his tone.
“Just take a deep breath and relax.”
You’d pulled your mouth away enough to speak but immediately brought it back to his belly button, working it down and over his right freckled hip until he whined and wiggled lifting his hips.
The raspy groan in his throat sent a tingle low in your tummy and it took a lot for you to not sink yourself down on him right then.
Carl knew your plan when you moved your mouth even lower and your hands grabbed at his thighs to part them a little more. He stuttered and you felt his tummy tremble when you gently kissed him at the crevice of his thigh, the hair there burying your mouth and tip of your nose in a flurry of brown colored hair.
“Okay, w-wait, wait,” he spat nervously, squeezing his eyes closed and quickly reaching down for the sides of your face.
“What’s wrong babe?”
His hands were shaking while he held your face, your hair caught between his palms.
“I want this with you so badly but I’m so afraid you’re not going to enjoy it, I mean we live in the apocalypse… I want you to enjoy something in this life,” his eyes lowered and he slowly let his hands fall away from your face, “Jesus, I’m already so close and you haven’t even done anything yet.”
You wanted to smile but he was genuinely worried about not being able to satisfy you.
“It’s okay to cum fast, Carl, you’re going to anyway because it’s your first time. And that’s okay.”
He nodded quickly and you gently pushed him back down against the mattress, hearing him inhale a deep breath through his nose and let it out in a quick burst from his mouth.
Every nerve in his body was standing on edge and he clutched the duvet beside his hip, trying to find anything to distract him from your mouth dangerously close to where blood was rushing and fluid was leaking from the thick plump purplish red tip.
“Oh fucking hell,” he sighed and jerked his hips up when you gently took hold of him with both hands and planted a soft kiss on the glistening head.
He was clenching his belly and breathing hard, fisting the blanket to fight the complete feeling of ecstasy and letting himself go far too early. His mouth hung open and he let out a throaty sigh when he felt your warm wet lips stretch over him and down until he slid into your mouth almost halfway.
“fucking hell… Oh shit,” he cursed, propped up on his slightly muscly elbows to watch when you used your hand to wrap around the rest of him and you held him still, letting him bask in the feeling of being tucked snug in your warm wet mouth.
You gave him a strong pump, twirling your tongue around his skin. His hips twitched up and he couldn’t help but whine toward the ceiling, his vibrant arms flexing each time he clutched the sheets.
His eyes were slammed closed and he had his nose scrunched up, and when you felt him twitch against your tongue you knew he was already dangerously close. You slowed the pace but still pumped your hand and moved him in and out of your mouth, taking him as deep as you could stand.
“C-close, I’m close. So fucking close,” he breathed, hanging his chin down against his chest in defeat. His hips jerked forcefully and you kept in rhythm with him, deciding not to tease and just let him have the release he was so close to experiencing.
Two more firm pumps and twirls and he swelled with a little twitch, a harsh groan tumbling its way out of his chest when you felt the first warm gush hit the back of your tongue. He’d been holding his breath in the very last moments and he finally released the air when his orgasm took over, face screwed up and faint eyebrows knitted together. Through heavy breaths he mumbled your name from his numb lips and cursed straight after, a quick little grunt bursting from his parted mouth.
He was vocal and that in itself was enough to drive you insane, those throaty little hisses and moans sneaking their way out of him and his soft pale belly quivering.
“That was,” he breathed, panting with one arm draped over his face and the other over his ribs once he fell down flat against the mattress, exhausted already, “fucking shit.”
You pulled away and inched up his body, slowly taking his arm and moving it away from his eyes when you straddled his waist.
“That won’t even be the best part,” you smiled, wiggling your hips a little against his tummy until you knew he could feel your heat and the wetness spreading low between your thighs.
Carl took another breath and let it out, moving his arm slowly to see you reaching your hands behind you to your bra.
“I’m not going to survive this night,” he said with his eyes fixed on your chest.
“You’re doing fine baby, but now it’s my turn.”
He gave you a nod with his trembling hands clutching your hips and when your bra finally came loose he licked his lips.
The room was silent with the exception of the rain hammering the windows, and you reached forward to take his shaky hands, bringing them up to rest softly on each breast. When his skin met yours he squeezed and cracked a tiny smile, using his nimble fingers to knead the soft flesh.
“Does that feel alright?” He asked innocently through a whisper, bumping his thumbs over each nipple at the same time. Your hips jerked and you let out a soft breath, nodding.
“Pull them a little, like this,” you said, guiding his right hand directly to the taut bud, showing him just what you liked.
Carl was so concentrated on your pleasure that he hardly had any expression on his face, his thumb and forefinger lightly tugging and twisting your hardened nipple. He did the same to the other with his left hand and continuously massaged your breasts simultaneously, basking in how it felt to feel your hips rocking against his soft stomach.
“Okay,” you hissed when the sensitivity got too much and he quickly pulled away like he’d hurt you.
“Here let’s switch,” you breathed, your heart pounding when you climbed off him and traded positions.
Carl nestled warmly between your legs, balancing himself up on his forearms. He wasted no time meeting your mouth with his, kissing you with such passion he left you panting and squirming around beneath him.
Down his mouth went to your neck and he nibbled softly at your skin. Your hands clutched his arms the further he went, your hips grinding against his.
He’d gone soft fairly quickly after he came the first time but now you could feel him firming up again between your legs, rocking his pelvis up into you to chase the feeling.
“This good?” He mumbled softly between sticky kisses.
With a nod you gave a little moan in the back of your throat and he felt it against his lips, continuing on his journey down when you wrapped your hand around his head and gently fisted his silky hair.
His hand slipped down between you and you decided on letting him take the lead, nudging open your legs a little more when he teased his fingers at the band of your underwear.
Carl sealed a kiss to your neck and glanced up into your eyes, watching you writhe beneath him. Slowly he tucked his fingers in the band and dragged the material over your hips. You lifted them just as he’d done for you and he tossed them to the floor before he climbed off the bed and grabbed hold of your legs under your knees.
“Come down a bit,” he said, guiding you closer to the edge.
He knelt down on the floor and you kept one foot pressed to the mattress with your knee bent while Carl took the other leg and propped it over his shoulder.
“Okay?” He asked and you quickly nodded your head, holding yourself up on your elbows.
Carl kissed his way up your leg, his brown eyelashes flush against his plump cheeks. With a sigh you widened your bent leg a bit, his warm wet mouth trailing soft kisses from your calf and up to the inside of your thigh. You were panting and trying to keep your hips still for him, his hands clutching around your thighs to tug them open more.
His hair was like silk between your fingers when you tangled them above his temples, feeling his breath heavy and hot where you were aching for any sort of attention.
“Carl, babe,” you whined, circling your hips when he brought his right hand over to stretch you wide, his tongue ghosting over the velvety flesh.
“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he whispered, and after what felt like hours of anticipation he softly dragged his tongue flat up your center and landed the tip firm against your clit.
You nearly shouted but it turned to a high-pitched moan, your fingers unintentionally tugging at his dark brown mop of hair.
“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” You questioned all breathy and you felt him shake his head between your legs.
“Never,” he said before he swallowed, “fuck me. holy hell you taste so sweet babe.”
And with that he pushed the skin further up with his thumb and rolled his tongue over your clit, circling the stiff bud. You sucked in a deep breath and cried out toward the ceiling, rocking your hips back and against his rough face. Your heel dug into his back and you tugged him closer, feeling a tingle work its way up your legs.
A wave of heat flushed between your thighs and low in your tummy when he used his wet lips to surround your clit, lashing it a little faster with the tip of his tongue. Your cries and harsh breathing was encouragement enough for him to continue and he smiled against your sensitive flesh, flicking his tongue faster.
“Don’t stop,” you whined, “baby don’t stop.”
Your hips were a stuttering mess and Carl clutched your thighs to hold you still, using his lips and tongue to send you over the edge. You cried out and pulled his hair hard, lifting your back off the bed as you came, muscles fluttering.
“Oh fuck,” you cried, his mouth still catering to your most sensitive place.
He lapped up your wetness in one final drag of his tongue and pressed a gentle kiss to your clit, the sensation and sensitivity making you jerk your hips and hiss through your teeth.
“No fucking way you’ve never done that before,” you breathed when he lifted your leg off his shoulder.
Carl had a wide smile plastered over his mouth, his lips and chin glistening when he looked up at you.
“I swear I haven’t. I just look up a lot of…articles,” he chuckled a bit, climbing back on the bed once you scooted up.
Before either of you could say anything else you grabbed his face and kissed him hard on the mouth, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. Carl sighed into your mouth and lowered himself down on top of you again, nudging himself between your legs.
You wrapped your legs around his waist and brought your hips up to rub against him. He gasped a little and pulled his own hips back, still a little nervous about what he was doing.
“Carl, I need you baby,” you whined, trying to create any sort of friction when you pulled your hips up.
He was hard again, but to be sure you reached your hand down to grip him in your soft palm.
“I’m ready, are you ready?” You panted, giving him a long stroke when he hung his mouth open beside yours and nodded.
You locked your feet around him and gently tugged until he brought his hips forward.
“Here, give me your hand,” you breathed, and he looked down to watch you take his right hand and replace it with yours. He gripped himself hard and you guided his wrist to bring him closer until you could feel the plump head pushing against your throbbing center.
“You’re so warm,” he whispered, his eyes flicking up to yours.
You still held his wrist and pulled it down and up, showing him how to spread the wetness over his length. With heavy breaths from each of you your hips circled against his and you helped him push himself in a bit until you could feel the head slip inside.
Carl’s mouth fell open and he trembled above you, trying his hardest to fight the urge to lose control right then.
“Fuck Carl, you’re huge,” you breathed, tilting your pelvis back, and he pushed a little more with your guidance.
A zing of slick heat spread low when he stretched you open, your muscles clenching the first few inches he went in.
“Feels so,” he stuttered, dropping his mouth to yours to press a sloppy kiss against your lips, “feels so good baby. So warm, so tight and w-wet.”
With one long push he was fully inside and he waited for your signal to move. Your heels dug hard into his soft flesh and with a quick nod you used them to guide his hips further to yours.
Your hands clutched his back and he bumped into you hard, his head dropping down to your shoulder where he nibbled and kissed the flushed skin.
With heavy sighs and mumbles of your names stuttered from each of your mouths Carl picked up the pace, circling his hips as he went. Though he was new to the game he was impressing you with his movements and how well he was prolonging his climax.
You groaned hard in your throat and brought your lips down on his neck, kissing wildly and sneaking in little bites until you felt his body shudder.
“So good,” he blurted and though you were wound up and nearly ready to burst, you didn’t want it to end just yet.
“Carl, fuck,” you grunted and cried out, pressing your heels hard into his ass, fingernails scratching down his back.
He was pulsing and hot inside you, rocking his hips forward and back hard. With a grunt low in his throat he felt your muscles flutter around him and his mouth fell open, eyebrows angled together.
“Harder,” you pleaded when you squeezed down on him and he obeyed, biting his bottom lip when he pulled back and jerked up into you, making you hiss through your teeth from the incredible sting of white hot pleasure.
Carl lowered his head again and kissed down your throat, thrusting as hard as he could stand, the smacking of your slick skin flooding your ears and adding to the intense build up. The heat was flushing your body and you cried out when your muscles clamped down hard on him, his firm steady thrusts pushing you over the edge. In the same instance you clutched his back and moaned into his ear he shuddered and twitched inside you, breathy little grunts choking out of his throat the messier his hips went.
You shouted loud and pushed your hips up one last time, liquid heat flooding deep inside you. The feeling exploded from between your legs and up and down in the same moment, spreading pure ecstasy throughout your body the harder he slammed his hips to yours. With another loud shout you bit down on his shoulder and cradled the back of his head with one hand, letting him continue his uneven thrusts while he came.
“fucking hell,” he nearly cried, voice raspy and higher than normal in his exhausted state.
Once he slowed his hips he peeled open his blue eyes and you nodded against the pillow and pressed your mouth to his forehead in a breathy kiss.
“You’re shaking,” you told him, feeling a pulse where he was still snug inside you, buried deep.
“That was fucking amazing I can’t believe I finally did it.”
He cracked a smile and nudged his nose against yours, seeking your mouth for a kiss.
“Give me an hour and we can do it again.”
Your words sent his eyebrows up and he chuckled with a nod.
“Fucking yep.”
You both exchanged breathy laughs and quieted only when your lips met again, his softening length still there buried in you. Slowly you let your legs fall away from around his waist while he planted a final kiss to your neck. He pulled back all slick and sticky and cringed a little, unable to stop himself from looking down.
“I never said sex wasn’t messy,” you smirked and he shrugged before he plopped down beside you and grabbed your hand in his.
“You’re pretty amazing, you know that?”
You turned to face him, still holding his hand over his soft tummy.
“I’m alright,” you smiled, and he lifted your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles with a smile of his own.
“Yeah,” he said all raspy and low with his toothy grin,
“you’re alright.”

Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader- What Do You Mean? (Part 3)

You sat in the bathroom of the shared bedroom of you and Damian, biting at your already short nails. It has been over five years since your feelings for each other were confessed, but you knew that this was too soon. You weren’t even married yet, and you might be wrong, but having a child at this age is problematic. You are supposed to join your father on patrol, kick some ass, and return home to patch up and go to sleep. Damian has almost finished preparing to take on the responsibility of Batman, but what would having a kid cause? Would you have it and give up vigilantism? Will you have to live in constant fear of the child losing his or her father? You knew that this would be a big change. Alfred and Dick would be ecstatic for sure. You really didn’t know what to expect from Bruce and Tim, but you were afraid of what your dad would do. You hope that he wouldn’t grab the nearest gun and point it to Damian’s face, but that is the most logical option. Would it be best to tell Damian first, or go to your dad and get some advice that might help? You went with the feeling in your gut and walked out of the bathroom, hoping that no one in the family will be killed as soon as you announce the news.


———————


You quickly unlocked the door to your father’s apartment and attempted to tame your nerves. Sure, you told your dad that he could get his shotgun if Damian pissed you off. With the upcoming hormones coming up, that would be pretty easy.


“Hey, (Y/N/N),” Roy said while walking past you with a huge box of parts.


“Hi dad number two,” you joked. “Where’s dad number one?”


Roy laughed, “He’s still sleeping. I highly encourage you to not wake him up, especially with that new whip cream I bought last night.”


You smiled and walked over to the fridge and opened it. As Roy had said, a few cans of whip cream were calling your name. You pulled off the plastic and squirted some in your mouth before walking silently towards your father’s room. You cautiously opened the door and creeped over to your father’s side of the bed. You smiled maliciously before raising the can to his face.


“Put that on me and you won’t be invited for the next movie night,” your dad mumbled and pulled the blanket over his head.


“Fine,” you said while jumping over him onto the bed. “When did you become such a Richard?”


He chuckled, “When I got home from patrol last night, which was two in the morning. Where were you last night?”


“That’s what I came here to tell you about,” you stated nervously.


“What is it?”


“I may or may not be pregnant…..”


“What do you mean ‘may or may not be pregnant’? You’re either pregnant or you’re not. So are you?” Jason asked while sitting up.


You nodded and waited for him to start cussing up a storm and threaten Damian, but he didn’t say a word. You looked over to him and saw that he was still processing the information.


“I’m going to be a grandpa?”


You laughed and nodded again. He smiled and flung the blanket off of him. The bedroom door was ripped open and Jason’s shouts echoed throughout his apartment.


“I’m going to be a grandpa!!”


You laughed at his reaction and got out of his bed. Once you exited the room, Jason pulled you into a bear hug. Roy later joined said hug, but totally denies it. After your excited dad calmed down, he made pancakes and joined you at the couch. Harry Potter played in the background as the two of you continued your conversation.


“Does the demon know yet?”


You sighed, “Not yet. I decided that telling you first would be beneficial and you could give me some advise on how to tell him that I am pregnant and I will become a hormonal psycho in a few months.”


Jason chuckled, “Glad to know that I’m still your number one.”


“You’re my number one dad, but Roy is the pretty close number two,” you said.


“Hey! I’m hurt!” Roy shouted from the kitchen.


Jason laughed lightly, “I am the one who got a punch and kick from you the first time we met.”


“But who’s the one who grabbed her and prevented a kid from beating your ass?” Roy asked.


“Shut it, Roy!”


———————-


You climbed up the fire escape silently, hoping that your growling stomach won’t bring any attention to yourself. You looked in the windows to see if anyone wasn’t home and found two, but the first was locked. Deciding the obvious, you creeped over to the open window and slid it open cautiously. Once the window was open, you entered the dark and empty apartment. You quietly and quickly walked to the cabinets and searched for any cans that you could take with you. When you stuffed a couple cans in your bag, you opened the fridge slowly and searched for a quick snack you could eat on your way out.


“Roy, you better not eat the rest of that pie,” a tired male voice stated.


You froze and peeked over the end of the fridge door. A huge shirtless man was staring at you with wide eyes. You dropped the food you were holding and ran for the open window, but the man grabbed one of the straps on your bag and stopped you.


“Kid, wait a-”


You punched him in the face and watched as he staggered back a few steps. A shocked look appeared on his face, but was replaced with pain when you kicked him in the stomach for good measure. You turned back to the window, but you were stopped once again when a pair of arms wrapped around you and lifted you up. You thrashed around and tried to head butt and kick the person holding you, but it was all for nothing.


“I’m gone for thirty minutes and you get your ass kicked by a kid,” the person holding you, a man, laughed.


“She caught me by surprise,” the man you kicked wheezed out.


You continued to squirm in the man’s grip until the man you kicked held out the wrapped sandwich you were holding earlier.


“You can have it, but you have to promise to stop with the ninja shit and sit down,” he bargained.


You stared at him and nodded. The man put you down and you quickly snagged the sandwich from the man’s hand and sat down at the table that was a couple feet away from them. You quickly ate the sandwich while you watched them whisper about something which was definitely you. The black-haired man you punched walked over to the fridge and pulled out a slice of pie. He walked over to the table and slid the pie in front of you.


“How long have you been living on the streets?” he asked in a calm tone.


“About two years,” you mumbled while pulling the pie closer to you.


“My name is Jason,” he said while gesturing himself and pointed to the red-haired man, “and that’s Roy.”


You glanced at Roy and returned your attention to Jason.


“Would you like to stay here for awhile? You could have food and shelter if you stayed.”


“You’re not gonna send me to the hell house?” you asked with confusion written all over your face.


Roy laughed and Jason smiled.


“No, we just don’t want you to be on the streets.”


You smiled and nodded. You finally had a home again.


———————–


After visiting your dad, he insisted on driving you back to the manor. You couldn’t win that argument with that stubborn ass, so you sat in the passenger seat and discussed some possibilities for baby names.


“We are not naming it after a band,” you stated, “or after Roy’s weapon of choice.”


“What? Led Zeppelin is an awesome band, but I definitely disagree with Roy’s choice.”


“I really thought you were going to pull out the shotgun when I told you,” you confessed.


“Doesn’t mean I didn’t bring it,” he smiled.


“Dad!”


“I didn’t say I was going to use it!” he reassured you.


“You better not do anything to make me regret telling you first,” you told him and exited the parked car.


You walked up to the door and unlocked it, knowing that Alfred is somewhere cleaning. Noises could be heard from the kitchen, and you could make out the voices of Dick and Damian. You gave your dad a questioning look when the sound of glass breaking interrupted their argument. He pulled you behind him and walked to the kitchen, where Dick was squeezing the life out of Damian.


“What the hell are you doing to Damian, Dickhead?” you asked Dick while prying his arms off of Damian.


“Well, Dami came in here asking for some advice about- oof!”


Damian elbowed his stomach, which caused Dick to back away from him and clutch his stomach.


“It is not your place to reveal that information, Grayson. What are you doing here, Todd?”


“Dropping off my daughter,” he responded.


“Damian, I have something to tell you, but I’d prefer to tell you alone,” you stated and tugged on Damian’s hand.


Damian followed you to the living room until you stopped.


“I’m pregnant,” you blurted.


Damian’s eyes widened and a smile appeared on his face, “This is wonderful news, Beloved!”


You smiled at his reaction and pulled him in for a hug. It was relieving that Damian wanted this, and that you will have his support.


“I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!!!”

Daryl’s Daughter! Reader x Carl Grimes - Sneaking out the Window

Requested by Anonymous

Originally posted by fuchsia-fakers


Summary: In which Y/N has Carl help her sneak out the window to go to Ron’s party together without Daryl finding out. Carl and Y/N end up playing Seven Minutes in Heaven and now things will never be the same between them.

Meanwhile, Daryl goes on a rage looking for his daughter :P

Warnings: Aggressive snogging and Angry Rednecks

Enjoy!

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“Goo'night, Daddy!” you called out, jogging up to your room and closing the door behind you, but not before you heard your father’s response of “Goo'nigh’, Darlin’!”

You walked over to your wardrobe and pulled out the only dressy article of clothing you owned. It was a strapless black dress with sequins and a black ribbon around the middle. It came to about mid-thigh and your dad would absolutely kill you if he saw what you was wearing. As you applied a small amount of make up and did your hair, you couldn’t help but wonder if this would all be worth it if you got caught in the end. You see, you’ve been living in Alexandria for little over three months now and Ron was hosting a party for all the teenagers in the small community tonight. There would be no adult supervision and, if you had heard him correctly, alcohol. Lots of it.

Obviously, your father would rather willingly feed himself to walkers than see his daughter go to a house full of horny teenaged boys and liquor.

Either way, you were still going to that party, whether he liked it or not. As if your thoughts had been read, a quiet tapping was heard from your window and you rushed over there, moving the curtains aside and opening the glass to none other than Carl Grimes standing beneath you.

“Hey,” he whispered, grinning up at you. You mirrored his expression.

“Hi!” you whispered back. “You ready to catch me?”

“Yeah, just be careful,” he replied. You nodded, quickly switching off your light and beginning to climb out the frame. It was a little difficult, considering the short dress you were wearing and the boy standing right beneath you, but you’re pretty sure he didn’t see anything (thang xD). You were now hanging from the window, holding on with you hands and your feet dangling in the air. “Carl, catch me!” you hissed, pushing yourself off so that you’d fall backwards and your dress wouldn’t ride up. Instead of meeting the cold floor, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and plant you on the ground safely. You turned around and high-fived your best friend, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“We did it!” you squealed, shutting up when Carl hushed you, but smiling afterwards anyways.

“You look beautiful,” he complimented. You blushed and smiled bashfully.

“Thank you, you clean up good, too,” you smiled.

“I’m wearing jeans and a dress shirt,” he laughed. “Come on, we’re already late,” he said, taking your hand and leading you towards Ron’s house.

~Ten Minutes Later~

At first, neither you or Carl remembered what house it was in the dark atmosphere.

Then, you heard the thumping house music and knew exactly where to go.

Inside the house was almost exactly like what you remember seeing in those teen movies like Mean Girls or Clueless. There were fairy lights hanging on walls and wrapped around the stair banisters. Kids who you’ve never even seen before were walking around with red solo cups in their hands and laughing loudly with their friends. The electronic music vibrated under your feet but you didn’t mind one bit; you loved every second of this. You looked at Carl with wide eyes and he smiled the widest you’ve ever seen him smile.

This was gonna be awesome.

“Hey, you guys made it!” Ron approached you both and gave you a friendly hug and slapped hands with Carl. “How could we not? This looks awesome!” Carl said. Enid approached you all.

“Hey, Ron - Whoa, Y/N! Your dad let you come?” she asked, shocked. You shrugged innocently, playing with your hair. “He doesn’t exactly know I’m here,” you said, laughing at her astonished face.

“Don’t take all the credit! I helped you sneak out,” Carl reminded.

“Damn, you two are like Bonnie and Clyde,” Ron joked. “You want anything to drink?” Carl’s eyes grew at the offer. “Hell yeah!”

“Non-alcoholic for me, thanks,” you said. “Daddy’ll know something’s up if he sees me hung over tomorrow mornin’,” you said. As you followed Ron to the drinks table, you couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. Finally. You were finally being a teenager! Not having to watch your back every second or bash walker skulls in - you were at a party. It seemed so unreal.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear what Ron and Enid were talking to you and Carl about until your name was mentioned several times. “…What do you think, Y/N? Y/N? Hello, you alive? Y/N!”

“Huh? Oh, hi,” you said sheepishly, laughing with them at your own absent-mindedness.

“Ron was saying, are you guys up for Seven Minutes in Heaven?” Enid asked. You saw Carl cock his head to the side, a habit he’d picked up from his father. “Seven Minutes in Heaven? What’s that?” he asked curiously. Ron and Enid’s mouths dropped open and they looked at you both like you where aliens. “You guys…You’ve never been to a real party, have you?” Ron gasped. You and Carl shook your heads, no. The evil smirks on both of their faces read it all: they were going to have some fun taking away your ignorance to the teenage lifestyle.

Little did you know, as Ron got you your drink, he somehow got your non-alcoholic drink mixed up with an extremely alcoholic one. Oops.

*Exactly one incredibly tipsy hour later*

“Alright, everyone, gather round! We’re playing a game!” Ron yelled, forcing everyone to crowd around him. In his hand was an empty bag and he instructed everyone to put one personal item inside. You thought about it for a moment before taking off your charm bracelet your dad had given to you years ago inside and going back to sit down.

“Right, so one person has to come up and pull an item from this bag! The person who the item belongs to along with the person who chose have to go into that closet-” Ron pointed at a tiny closet that could compete with Harry Potter’s. “and…Well, yeah. Make out.”

You were shocked at the last part; you had to kiss someone you didn’t know? What kind of a game was this? Suddenly, you didn’t want to play anymore. “So who’s going first?” Ron asked flamboyantly.

Absolutely no one volunteered as tribute.

He frowned and scanned the room, his eyes landing on your heated face and he knew exactly who to choose. “Y/N! Come on up here!”

“No thanks,” you said, blushing as everyone looked at you. Suddenly, there was a hard shove in your back and you stumbled towards Ron, turning back to glare at an innocently whistling Enid. Ron shoved the bag under your face, and, knowing there was no way out of this, you stuck your hand in and fished around and pulled out a random object.

It was a yellow sheriff’s star.

*Third Person*

The man burst through the front door of the neighbouring house, startling everyone else in his group.

“Whoa, what’s wrong, Daryl?” Michonne asked with wide eyes.

“Y/N!” he gasped out.

“What about her?” Rick asked.

“She’s gone! She’s not in ‘er room and I dunno where she is!” the redneck went into full panic mode. You were his little girl and he’d be damned if anything happened to you. “Daryl, calm down. We’ll find her,” Maggie said, leading the man to a seat.

“Maybe I can ask Carl, see if he knows anything,” Daryl suggested. Rick shook his head.

“Carl ain’t here,” he said. “He’s gone to Jessie’s son’s party,”

“But then-” suddenly, the realisation hit Daryl in the face like a pile of walker guts. And just like that, his worry was replaced with fury. “Rick, did Y/N say anything bout tha’ party to you?”

“No, why do you…? Oh. Oh,” the realisation had gotten to the sheriff as well, now. He had to admit, he was shocked that such a good girl like you would sneak out. “Wait, did Y/N sneak out with Carl?” Glenn asked, holding back laughter.

“'Course she did. She’s a teenaged girl, after all,” Maggie said.

“I didn’t see her leave!” Daryl said.

“She has a window, doesn’t she?” Michonne said pointedly.

“But…the drop would’ve seriously injured 'er,” Daryl tried.

“She had Carl, didn’t she?” Michonne repeated. Glenn was now currently dying from laughter.

“Go Y/N,” Carol muttered under her breath. Daryl stood up abruptly and began to storm towards the door. “Daryl, where are you going?” Rick asked.

“To get my daughter! There’s probably alcohol there and I’ve seen the way some o’ these little boys are eyein’ up my girl! Ain’t nothing 'appenin’ to 'er!” he shouted, leaving the house in a rage.

“Damn…I hope the poor girl survives her father’s wrath,” Rosita said from Abraham’s lap sympathetically. Tara began to laugh.

“I knew death by walkers was a thing, but death by redneck…BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

*Meanwhile, back at the party*

“Uh….” you had no words. You knew exactly who that star belonged to, but you couldn’t believe it. You had to go in a closet with your best friend and make out with him? It seemed too surreal. “Who does the star belong to?” Ron demanded.

“Um, me,” Carl said, nervousness cracking his voice. Enid made eye contact with Ron and beamed happily. It was no secret that she heavily shipped Y/N and Carl. “What’re you waiting for? Get in the closet!” she stood up and began to tow you toward the small space and the other members of the party started to laugh and cheer in encouragement. “W-wait, guys! I’m not sure this is a good-!” you tried to buy yourself some time, but it was no use. You were shoved in after Carl and he caught you just before you fell. The door slammed shut and locked behind you and you heard Enid’s call of “HAVE FUN!”

You didn’t dare say anything. The atmosphere was so heavily awkward that you could suffocate. Why did you come to this party? You should’ve listened to your gut and stayed home; Carl obviously didn’t  want to kiss you, otherwise he would’ve done something other than stiffly hold you for-

You jumped back at the realisation that you were still in his arms and he scratched the back of his neck. “So…you enjoying the party?” he asked. You nodded quickly, not meeting his blue eyes.

“I’m sorry that you’re stuck here with me,” you said, chuckling nervously. Carl cocked his head to the side. “Why’re you sorry? I don’t mind,” he said. You looked at him in surprise.

“You…don’t?” you said tentatively. He shook his head.

“No. What would make you think I did?” he asked. You looked down, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Well, it’s just…I would’ve thought that if you wanted to kiss me, you would’ve done it already,” you admitted, but then mentally slapped yourself for your words. Where was all this coming from? You’ve never looked at Carl as more than a friend…An incredibly sexy, funny and compassionate friend. Carl took a brave step closer to you. “I would like to kiss you,” he said confidently. You snapped your head up and all the air left your body. “I…I just don’t know how,” he said sheepishly.

“Aww!” you heard from outside the closet.

“Shut up, Enid!” another voice hissed.

“You’ve never done anything like this, have you?” you said, smiling shyly. “Because I haven’t either. So you don’t need to be embarrassed about anything.”

“Thanks,” Carl grinned. And it was like that, you just found yourself trapped in his gaze. HIs bright eyes seemed to hold your (e/c) irises and he brought one calloused hand up to stroke the side of your face. You gently placed one hand on his shoulder and moves towards him, the look in your eyes and the smile on your lips telling him that it was OK. Slowly, carefully, Carl lowered his soft lips to yours; you did not feel fireworks or see explosions like the romance novels said you would.

Instead you just felt a beautiful warmth spread through you, from your fingertips to your chest. You both moved your lips in synch, fitting together perfectly like a puzzle. Carl backed you into a wall and you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands now gripped your waist, pressing you closer to him. Your senses went into overload and you felt your heart jump when his tongue brushed your bottom lip. You openly welcomed his tongue with your own and you giggled when you felt his roaming hands slide from your back to your backside; from your backside to the nape of you neck - it’s as if he couldn’t decide where to place his hands. Eventually, his right hand hooked around the back of your thigh and hoisted it up to his hip forcefully. You drew in a sharp breath and Carl moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting…you’d definitely have a hickey. As Carl bit down on a certain spot, a loud, high-pitched (and embarrassing) moan left your mouth and you heard cheering outside.

Smiling cockily, Carl moved from your neck and continued to passionately kiss you. You started to rock your hips against his and he was starting to grunt into your mouth, biting back his own moans. “Alright, wrap it up, guys! 30 seconds left!” you heard Ron shout. In those 30 seconds, you and Carl broke away from the heated kiss and hurriedly fixed your clothes, laughing and giggling at each other’s messy states. “Carl, what does this make us now?” you asked, still giddy from the kiss. He took a hold of your hand and squeezed it, smiling lovingly at you.

“Wanna be my girlfriend?” he asked. You laughed happily and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course,” you said.

The door swung open and you were honestly 100% ready to take on the inappropriate jokes from Ron and Enid, but instead, you felt your stomach churn. Standing at  the entrance was not your friends but instead, your worst fear.

“Daddy?” you squeaked out. He. Looked. Livid. His face was flushed red and his eyes were blazing with anger and betrayal. Shit. He grabbed your upper arm and yanked you out of the closet, doing the same to Carl. “Wha’ the hell do ya think you were doin’ ta my little girl?!” he demanded, shouting in Carl’s face. “Daddy, stop! C'mon, it was just a game!” you tried, but he then rounded onto you.

“I don’t wanna hear anotha word come out of your little lyin’ mouth, you hear me?” he yelled at you, dragging both and Carl out the front door. You held back laughter as you heard Carl shout over his shoulder, “Thanks for the invite, Ron!”

Your dad was gripping your arm so tightly, you thought it was going to bruise. How did he know you were gone? You were sure you locked your bedroom - oh. You didn’t lock your bedroom door. You sighed at your own stupidity and looked at Carl apologetically, but he didn’t look upset at all. Instead, he was grinning from ear to ear and looked as if he was floating on air rather than being dragged along by your pissed father. When he sensed you looking at him, he looked back at you and his smile did not falter. What was he so happy about?

You dad dragged you and Carl into Rick’s home, where the entire group was up and waiting for your arrival. Did he seriously wake everyone up? Everyone had different reactions. While Glenn, Maggie, Michonne, Tara and Rosita where holding back their hysterics, Rick looked absolutely ready to kill his son. Carol looked humoured and Abraham and Eugene were…playing poker.

“Found 'em at the party, jus’ like you said,” Daryl said gruffly. Carl was no longer smiling as he got shoved forwards. “An’ this one was suckin’ face with my daughter!”

You were absolutely mortified. “DADDY!” you shrieked, face sizzling from humiliation. Poor Carl looked like he wanted to melt into the floor.

“Daryl, it wasn’t like that, I swear-!” Carl tried, but shut up immediately when you dad tooka threatening step towards him. “I don’ wanna hear it, boy! First, you get my daughter to sneak out with you. Then, you take advantage of 'er!”

“Daddy! That is not what happened!” you tore your hand from you father’s grip and glared at him. “None of this was Carl’s idea, OK? It was all me! He didn’t even want to go to the party, but I convinced him to help me sneak out! And it was just a kiss!”

“He was eatin’ your face!” your dad yelled. Michonne began to shriek with laughter. “You’re too young for all…This! You don’t need a boyfriend or to go to parties or wear skimpy dresses!”

“But I’m old enough to kill people? To survive in the wilderness? To face death multiple times?” you shot back at him. “You’re always telling me how you want me to be a normal teenaged girl, but when I do stuff teenaged girls do, you flip the heck out! What do you want from me?”

“Daryl, Y/N, I think you both need to calm down,” Rick said. He then turned to Carl. “And you’re in a helluva lotta trouble, Carl.”

“For what?” Carl said, outraged. “You said I could go to the party!”

“I didn’t say you could help Y/N sneak out,” Rick pointed out. “I didn’t say you could drink alcohol,” Carl shrunk back and clamped his lips shut, knowing his dad could smell the drink on his breath. “Go upstairs, now.”

“But Dad-!”

“Now, Carl!”

Sighing dramatically, Carl stropped upstairs, but not before sending you a longing look. Rick turned to your dad. “He’s not gonna go unpunished for this,” he assured him. “Y/N and Carl are both as equally guilty as each other,”

“It was a party!” you growled. Your dad thwacked you in the mouth and roughly grabbed your shoulder, pushing you towards the door. “See ya tomorrow, Rick,” Daryl grunted, slamming the front door behind him.

*****************TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY CARL POPPA**********************

After your father bolted you window shut and took the key with him, he sent you to bed without another word. Grumpily, you complied, climbing into bed and glaring at the ceiling. Now not only were you in trouble, but your best friend….boyfriend was too. Just as you thought this, you heard the tapping at your window again. You jumped out of bed and ran to the window to see none other than Carl motherfucking Grimes standing beneath your window again. He signalled for you to come down and you rolled you eyes, putting your converse back on and creeping out the front door this time. Good thing your dad was a deep sleeper.

“You feelin’ suicidal or wha’?” you joked, running up to hug and kiss the brunette boy.

“Your dad sleeping?” he asked. You nodded.

“Good, so’s mine. Everyone else’s gone home.”

“Carl, they said no more parties,” you groaned. Carl raised an eyebrow at you.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything about going back to Ron’s. I was gonna ask if you wanted to come up to me room so we could pick up where we left off during the game…” he winked at you and you bit your lip, loving the sound of the idea.

“What if we get caught?” you asked. Carl shook his head.

“We won’t as long as you don’t wake everyone up with your moaning-”

“Shut up!” you laughed, interlocking your fingers with his as he walked you back to his house. And as you looked at your amazing new boyfriend, you felt your heart speed up.

Yeah. He was so worth getting caught over.

                                                                             ~The End~

Lost, Mikey Pearce Fluff

-Requested by an anon, I also enjoyed the concept and am happy it was requested-

-Y/N lost an important piece of jewellery and Mikey felt he needed to do something-

—-

“Shit!” Y/N exclaims from her bedroom. Mikey had Jack and Josh over in the living room and they all began to laugh at her loud words.

She storms out of her bedroom quickly scooting the boys to the side so she could look under the cushions. “I can’t find it” she says stomping her foot in anger. She begins the hyperventilate and the laughing boys became very concerned. 

“Baby what’s wrong?” Mikey says jumping up to push her hair behind her ears. 

Mikey and Y/N had been dating for quite a while and Mikey knew when she needed help. 

“I can’t find my necklace” she says tears starting to form. “Which one?” Mikey asks wanting to help desperately. 

“The gold one with the heart” she says falling to the couch still crying. “The one from your dad?” Mikey asks sitting down next to her pulling her in to cry on his shoulder. 

Y/N’s dad had passed away when she was 16 and the last gift he had given to her was this necklace. She wore it everywhere and never took it off. She believed it brought good luck and Mikey had heard all of her stories proving that it did. Sometimes he would laugh but he still loved to see her smile.

Now seeing her cry over the same necklace made Mikey’s heart break. He hated seeing Y/N upset and he felt like he couldn’t do anything to help her. 

Y/N nods to Mikey and he pulls her into a tight hug. “You’ll find it” Mikey reassures her, “I will help you”.

For the rest of the night the four of them (including Jack and Josh) searched the apartment for her missing necklace and went over the last time she remembered seeing it. There was no luck for any of them.

Jack and Josh ended up needing to go home and Mikey became really tired. They decided to give up the searching and go to bed, Y/N still upset. 

“I was hoping I would get to wear it for our date on Friday at least” Y/N says clearly giving up hope. “You still might be able to” Mikey smiles. The two of then drift off to sleep and have sweet dreams.

——–

First thing the following morning, Mikey was awoken to the sound of Y/N throwing things around frantically.

He walks out into the living room to see her sitting in a pile of mess. “Babe you aren’t going to find it by making a mess” Mikey jokes causing Y/N to glare at him. “I give up” she says throwing herself onto the pile of cushions next to her, “Im never going to find it so theres no point”. “Maybe you aren’t having ‘luck’ finding it because you aren’t wearing it” Mikey smiles. 

Y/N lets out a giggle and then tells Mikey she is going to clean up. “Ok you do that while I go hang with the boys” Mikey says grabbing his jacket.

———

Mikey went out for lunch with Joe and Caspar and had a fun time goofing around and catching up.

“What do you mean she lost it?” Joe said trying to continue Mikey’s story of Y/N losing her necklace. “I don’t know mate, it just vanished and she can’t find it anywhere” Mikey said running his hands through his hair, clearly stressed. “Thats shitty man” Caspar says sincerely. 

The table went silent for a bit and it made Mikey feel bad but he couldn’t think of anything to say to make it better. 

“Mate, I’ve got an awesome idea” Joe lights up, breaking the silence. “What is it?” Mikey asked intrigued. “There’s a jewellery shop near by, why don’t we see if we can find something similar” Joe says smiling at his idea. “Then you can give it to her on your date tomorrow” Caspar adds smiling with Joe. 

Mikey smiles at the idea agreeing and the three boys head out to see if they can find anything similar. 

——–

“There it is” Mikey says in awe at the piece of jewellery in the window. “It’s not cheap” Joe says shaming the price. The worker who helped him find what he was looking for shook his head subtly at Joe’s comment. 

“I’ll take it” Mikey says smiling at the proper man. 

Mikey bought the necklace and got it wrapped specially in a small box. Joe and Caspar smiled at him and they spent the rest of the day happily planning what he would say.

When Mikey got home he found Y/N sulking on the couch watching ‘Titanic’ with a box of tissues almost completely gone. “Don’t throw it in you crazy lady” she says in tears, “It’s so precious”. Mikey laughs at his girlfriends actions and it caused her to turn around shocked. 

“Mikey! I uh didn’t see you there” she says quickly turning off the TV and standing up. Mikey smiles and walks over to her giving her a kiss on the lips. “Why so loving tonight?” she says giving Mikey an intrigued smirk. “I’m just excited for our date tomorrow” Mikey says covering his plan. “Me too” Y/N says kissing him lightly.

The two of them spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching the end of ‘Titanic’. When it was time to go to sleep they did. Mikey had dreams about the night to come tomorrow.

——–

Mikey and Y/N were sat at the table in her favourite restaurant. They had ordered their food and talked about life. Mikey would make fun of the boys and Y/N would agree with him.

The two of them were made for each other. They were both slightly awkward and understood the others personality better than anyone else could. She was the good girl dressed in her light dress and Mikey was the bad boy wearing his hair pulled back with his leather jacket on.

When ordering dessert was done Mikey told Y/N he wanted to give her something. “Ooh what is it?” she says smiling. Mikey pulls the box out of his pocket and Y/N instantly covered her mouth. “You aren’t proposing are you?” Y/N asks breathing faster. “No” Mikey laughs handing her the box. 

She quickly opens the box and when she sees whats inside she instantly tears up. “Mikey” she barely gets out. “I know it’s not the same one, but it’s very close” Mikey says trying to justify nothing. Y/N stands up and walks around the table to kiss Mikey intensely. “I love you so much Mikey” she says in between kisses. “I love you so much too, Y/N” Mikey responds happily. 

When she sits back down she puts her necklace on and smiles at the fact that the empty space on her neck was filled again. “I gotta ask you one thing” Mikey laughs. “What?” she asks suspiciously. “Would it have been bad if I had been proposing?” Mikey asks laughing at his question kind of hoping she wouldn’t shoot him down. “ I don’t think so” Y/N says giving Mikey a wink.

The night carried on and I can assure you Y/N made sure to repay Mikey the favour. Like I said, the two were made for each other.

Epilogue | Stay

Once upon a time, Yoolee wrote an angsty fic called Stay and by definition, it did not have a happy ending. But that sucks. So here’s some fluff. As always, @juniperotome does AMAZING WORK editing and making suggestions so thank her, she’s awesome.

The truth is, he’s been well for a while.

He supposes that this technically depends on your definition of “well,” but the one most immediately relevant and easy to answer, is the physical meaning. The muscles, now rebuilt, remember: how to tighten, release, knock the spear from Yukimura’s hands, and land in nimble silence on tree limbs and rooftop eaves. The bones remember other things. His shoulder doesn’t roll quite the same – a problem, but not one he can solve quickly. If there’s anything he’s gained, alongside the new aches that alert him even more violently to the impending storms, it’s a surfeit of patience.

It isn’t the only thing he picked up.

There’s an edge he saw Yukimura notice first, his furrowed brow a clear window to his simple thoughts. He sees himself reflected by the bright gaze, sees how he is seen–like glass shards under skin, not yet worn smooth, a knife honed too sharp to brittleness. It makes the snaps of his arms too harsh, the flick of his wrist too fast. That’s a problem, too. But for that, at least, Saizo has a solution.

“Saizo?”

Ah.

And there it is.

He could paint her smile, he figures. Wrists too fast and all, they could still guide his fingers to the proper strokes on papered canvas. He could pick the perfect colors blind. He knows it by heart, and if it has changed from the one he conjured from his cage, it’s only in that his imagination lacked the brightness it provides each time. It isn’t the only way his mind failed her kindness; in his weakness, his arrogance, it fabricated taunting additions that had never been there after all, mistaking the blinding warmth he couldn’t recreate for something else with someone else. He recognizes that now, sitting here as Yukimura’s steps retreat to put weapons away and she arrives, with impeccable timing, a tray of onigiri in her hands.

She doesn’t seem to notice the way his gaze stalks her steps closer with flat, unblinking surety.

A part of him wants to smile, but he doesn’t.

He just takes what is offered.

She’s gaping at the empty tray, as he licks the rice from his fingers—fragrant and filling, he’d known that it would be—and murmurs, “I’d rather have dango.”

She pouts, cheeks puffed like a hissing kitten, and for that, he does smile. “You’re still so skinny, Saizo, you need more than just—” He cuts her off, twirling the empty tray he’s stolen on his fingertips as he sits, easy as a cat.

“I’ve not been an invalid for weeks, little lady.” He doesn’t say he’s well.

She doesn’t look convinced, and he loves her for the loving worry in her eyes. Beautiful. Bright. She’s real, she’s real.

“Of course not.”She agrees, but she bites her lip and frowns at his shoulders.

It’s funny; she’s trying not to pity him. He knows it comes from the part of her that translates endless depths of compassion into offerings on trays, that supports hearts through stomachs, and takes no offense. He’ll take her pity if it comes with her presence.

She’s still speaking. “But you should at least eat a little more slowly, you’ll choke if you inhale them that quickly.”

He watches her, waiting, and sure enough it takes only a second or two of his silence to make her fidget, lips twisting adorably in dismay and hands lacking something to do, as he knew they would.

He has a solution for that, too.

“Well,” She takes a breath, and leans over, ostensibly to pluck the tray from his hands, but he yanks it backwards even as she murmurs, “I can make you more if you’d li—AH!” The tray clatters to the ground as he releases it in favor of taking her hands in his instead, pulling her with light ease into his lap, not hiding his smile as she squeaks in surprise.

Bones wrapped in scar and stories soak in her warmth, and her head comes to rest above his collar, small, gentle hand frozen in surprise where it’s landed against his chest. Her heart scampers in counterpoint to his own steady beat. Alive, alive. She wiggles, and he lets her—only because it puts her in better position, settled comfortably against him. She bites her lip again, denting the smile into something of worry and more of guileless curiosity, eyes shining as she tries to speak. It takes her a moment. “Saizo?”

“Mmm?” He inhales, the scent of her soothing the aches that can’t be seen, except by a too-understanding pair of sky-blue eyes. His own are closed.

“I can’t make you onigiri from here.” She sounds conflicted, curl of her hand betraying her desire to remain even as her words insist, “If you want more, I have to get back to the kitchen.”

“No,” His voice sounds soft. Maybe it’s because hers is. Her voice is soft, her heart is soft. The heat from her blush, hidden against his chest, tells him her every shy thought. Her shape is soft, and he feels it relax, and sway closer at his answer, permission given. Her arms wrap easily around his shoulders, gentling the too-sharp edges they find there without second thought. He sighs. “Stay.”

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Dinner was great,  a calm and drowsy feeling washed over Zack. He kicked his feet up on the desk and pulled the keyboard into his lap as he typed out some work he had. It wasn’t due for a awhile but he was feeling oddly productive tonight. Well, at first, the moment he was in need of changing up his music he logged onto his Youtube account and saw notification after notification of new uploads on his favorite personalities. What was supposed to be one funny video turned into ten and before he new it he was drinking a coke and was resting in a reclined position, keyboard pushed aside. Well, work could wait now it was time for leisure. 

It was beginning to rain harder and suddenly thunder was booming across the skies and lightning struck down to the earth. Zack walked around the room making sure everything was connected to a power surge. Just as he was satisfied all his stuff would be safe a loud BANG exploded through the sky and then the apartment was engulfed in darkness. The only source of light came from the windows but even then it was barely illuminating anything. He glanced at the cameras and saw a red light flashing, seemed that the security system worked on a back up generator or something. Which reminded him, he turned to the desk and looked at the locked drawer. A green flashing light, barely visible, blinked against the wall. Damn, that drawer was still locked. He sighed and climbed onto his bed and grabbed his phone. He had crappy signal but he could still do something with it. He had a few games that didn’t require service so maybe playing those would be best. 

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New Adventures - Chapter 9

Synopsis: After continuing your fun with Negan, the two of you get into a fight.

Author: negansdirtygirll.tumblr.com

Characters: Negan, Elizabeth (My OC), Sherry

Word Count: 2,557

Warnings: Negan’s dirty mouth, smut, fluff, NSFW

*Don’t forget to read the other chapters! The masterlist is HERE.

Originally posted by marythenurse


               “Bend your ass over that bed baby girl; it’s time for you to get your fucking spanking.” Negan said, pulling his belt tight in between his hands. Still naked and soaking wet, you did as you were told and bent over the side of Negan’s perfectly made bed.

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A Safe Place (Pack Mom 3) | Derek Hale Imagine ft. Liam Dunbar 

request ; could you write a part 3 to pack mom where the arguments between liam and his parents get worse to point where liam doesn’t want to go home so he spends even more time with the reader so the reader and derek have been talking and say for him to move in with them and the reader continues to care for him like a mother and derek helps him train? AND could you write an imagine where you find out liam’s stepdad has been abusing him (subtly because i know it’s a touchy subject) so she tells him to move in with her and derek. 

word count ; 1449

warnings ; mentions of abuse, mild swearing, and a v angry but still caring pack mother. 

a/n ; the reactions you guys have to these little “Pack Mom” imagines overwhelm me. you guys are fucking awesome. i love you all. tysm for 800! hope you all love this part, too. also, this does have mentions of physical child abuse, it’s a relatively brief mention, but if that makes anyone uncomfortable, you can skip over it or not read this at all. i don’t want anyone to feel upset over something i’ve written, okay? 

There was a distinctly different air about Liam. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, which irritated you to no end, but you could feel it in your heart that something wasn’t right with him. 

It was nearing one in the morning when you realized that he was still sitting on your couch, a controller in his hand as he concentrated on the game playing on the television. He had asked you yesterday if he was allowed to bring over his xBox so he could teach Derek how to play (which was a sight that you had been extremely entertained by). But Derek had long since given up, throwing the controller to the ground in annoyance because his little werewolf powers weren’t helping him to win. 

That had been another experience that you dearly wished you could have recorded on your phone. He was now sulking in your shared bedroom.

Noticing your presence in the living room for the first time since Derek had stormed out, Liam grinned up at you and paused his game. “Wanna join me for the next game? I hope you don’t start throwing things like your grumpy fiancee in the other room,” Liam joked, knowing full well Derek could hear him from your room, though you knew Derek wouldn’t get too mad at the kid. 

You plopped down next to Liam, joining the game in the hopes of figuring out what was wrong with him. “You know, its getting kind of late. Are you sure your parents don’t mind you being out at this hour? I would be worried, if I were them.” You cast a side glance at him, watching his expression change from cheerful to solemn. 

“Oh…they won’t mind,” he mumbled, focusing on the game rather than your questions. You weren’t dropping the subject, though. Definitely not. 

“Are you sure? I could call them -” He grabbed your arm suddenly, eyes wide as he shook his head back and forth. 

“No! No, please don’t call them. They won’t mind, I swear,” he pleaded, slowly dropping your arm and staring at you so intensely you almost let the subject drop. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but there could be something seriously wrong. “They don’t even care,” he added in an attempt to make you leave it alone. But that was what set you off even more. 

“What do you mean they don’t care? Is everything alright at home? You can tell me if something is going on at home, I want to make sure that you’re okay.” He paused the game reluctantly, not quite looking at you. But you have a sincere, tender look in your eyes as you stare at him with concern. 

“Remember the fights I told you we were having? They, um, they’ve been getting a lot worse. A lot,” he admitted, playing with his hands in his lap. “I don’t like going home, if I can even call it that anymore. I hate it there, Y/N. Please, don’t make me go back tonight.” His blue eyes began watering, and he hastily wiped them with the back of his hand, a blush spreading across his cheeks. 

You hugged him, squeezing lightly to show that you’re there, that you won’t make him go back if he didn’t want to. “You can stay here for the night, but you need to go to school in the morning, okay? And, I just need to make sure of one thing.” He pulled away a bit, scrunching his nose in confusion. “They aren’t hurting you, are they, Liam?” He pulled away completely, not looking you in the eye once again, which sent you into a frantic panic mode. “Liam Dunbar,” you said, your voice dangerously low and actually scary. You were never, ever scary. “Tell me that nobody in your house is hurting you, right now.” 

“My - my mom isn’t,” he said quietly. “And, and my stepdad…well, it’s not even that bad and the bruises heal really quickly, because of the werewolf thing, and it doesn’t even hurt.” 

You abruptly stand up, your heart pounding in your chest and all the air sucked right out of your chest. You can barely breathe, you’re seething with so much rage that you can barely even think straight. Your hands are shaking as you leave the room, Liam sinking back into the couch with a defeated sigh. 

You marched straight into your room, ignoring Derek, who was sitting up against the headboard of your bed and reading. He looked up at you as you walked in, about to say something when he smelled the pure and uncontrollable fury that was masking your usually sweet scent. You threw open your closet door, anxiously rummaging through everything on the bottom two shelves. 

“Derek,” you called out, trying to settle your wavering voice. “Where’s the baseball bat Stiles bought me for my last birthday? It’s not in here and I have some serious business to attend to with it.” 

“Oh, you mean this one?” You turned around to see Derek smiling sarcastically at you, the bat dangling in his hand. 

“Yes, give that to me,” you lunged for it, but Derek was too quick, actually tossing it out of your open window, sending it spiraling to the ground two stories below you. “I cannot believe you just did that! I have some major ass kicking to do tonight and it requires that bat!” 

“Y/N, my darling, I love you very much, but I am not letting you go out and start hitting people with a baseball bat. In fact, I’m going to have a stern talk with Stiles about why you aren’t to be trusted with weapons.” 

“You don’t understand!” You insisted. “His stepdad is abusing him! I am not letting that sick bastard get away with abusing my - well, my Liam. He is not theirs! And he is not going back there ever again.” Derek sat you down on the bed, placing an arm around your shoulders and rubbing your back with his hand as you attempted to compose yourself. You sniffed, holding back your tears. “He doesn’t feel safe there. I don’t want him going back to a place he doesn’t even call home. He should feel safe when he goes to sleep at night.” 

“He feels safe here,” Derek pointed out. “And he calls this formerly dumpy place home now, even if he doesn’t admit it. He’s over here all the time, he comes to you when he’s having trouble with something. He practically lives here already, why don’t we just make it official?” 

You hugged Derek so tightly you almost knocked the wind out of him, pressing your face into his shoulder and mumbling a million thank yous into the fabric of his shirt. When you lift your head, your face was red and tear-stained. “How are we going to get him away from them? I don’t think they’re going to want to just give him up, not without a fight.” 

Derek smiled at you, making his eyes glow for just a moment. “I can be pretty persuasive.” 

“I love you so much,” you said, stroking his stubbled jaw with your hand. Placing a kiss on his lips, you stood up, rushing out of the room to tell Liam.


You walked in on your two boys starting yet another round of training, Derek sweaty but not yet out of breath, Liam completely winded. 

“One more round?” Derek asked, wanting to make sure the boy was okay with going at it again. He was getting really good at controlling the shift, at being a werewolf with the control he always desired. 

Before Liam could agree, you stepped in. “I think that’s enough training for now, hm?” Liam silently thanks you with his eyes, grabbing a towel and wiping his sweaty face. “Anyways, the last of your stuff is here. Your room is all set up now.” 

“Seriously? Thank you so much!” His voice laced with excitement, he rushed out of the designated training room to go see the room that was going to be his as long as he wanted it to be. You and Derek followed him out, Derek’s arm wrapping around your waist as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. He cared about Liam, a lot more than he actually let on. 

You entered Liam’s room, where he was standing in the middle of it and looking all around with clear happiness written in his expression. “You okay, sweetheart?” You asked, smiling softly at the back of his head. 

He turned around, smiling brighter than you had ever seen him before. “Yeah, everything’s okay now.” 

The Mysterious Girl ( Peter Maximoff x Reader )

Originally posted by chiaramiller

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Summary: You are living in school for mutants, and the only people who know that are Eric and Charles. Every day that you spend there is torture, but something is starting to change when you met Peter.


Peter’s POV

She closed the door. Why am I always doing everything wrong? I hope I didn’t mess up.

˝I’m Peter, just in case you were wondering˝

She probably heard me… I’m stupid… I mean, why would she care about my name, I’m just an idiot who ate her cookies. I should leave, It will look weird if I keep standing here. I will just leave, slowly… so it wouldn’t look strange… yeah, that’s the reason, not because I want to stay closer to that mysterious girl.

˝ Hey Peter, you coming? ˝ I heard Scott’s voice behind me, I hope he didn’t see me standing there like some kind of creep. Just stay cool Peter.

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Just One Day with You (Jimin, You) Scenario
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Jimin couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice as he relayed to you the things you would be doing tomorrow. “Jagiya, I had it all planned out! We’re going to have the best day ever!”

You chuckled at your boyfriend who was currently sitting on the floor, cutely staring up at you as you laid out the things you would be needing for the big day tomorrow. Since Bangtan was always busy with promotions, Jimin never found the time to be with you in a while. These past few weeks had been lonely, with you often sleeping alone in the apartment you shared; and if he did come home, you would either be asleep, tired from school, or vice versa. You didn’t know how you made it work, with him being almost never around to be with you, but you thought maybe that’s just how it is when you love someone… And you loved Park Jimin, wholeheartedly. 

After weeks and weeks of nonstop rehearsals, shows, and promotional tours, Jimin finally got a day-off and he decided to spend it with you and do what he’s quoted “Extraordinarily normal stuff boyfriend and girlfriends should do”. He had planned a whole day out for just the two of you, which involved a trip to the beach, soaking in the sun, going swimming, having a nice picnic, and then watching the sunset, which he insisted on doing while the two of you sat on the sand, wrapped in each other arms. You laughed at his greasy romance ideas but deep down, you were ecstatic. 

“Okay oppa, I get it.” You said as you fixed up some extra clothes for tomorrow; listening to Jimin talk about tomorrow’s list of activities for the nth time. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed while I finish up here?” Jimin grunted as he stood up from the floor, “Don’t stay up too late, Jagi. You’ll need to sleep to have energy for tomorrow.” He hugged you from behind and kissed the nape of your neck, making you shiver. “Trust me, you’re gonna need it." 

You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I can’t wait.” You said as you pecked him on the lips. “Good night.”

Jimin sighed as he removed his arms around you, “I love you, jagi.” He padded towards the bedroom, yawning, and you giggled at how cutely he did it: dragging his feet on the floor like a little kid. “Love you!” You called back. The moment he closed the door, you heard a deep rumble. At first you thought it was your stomach but then you remembered you had a good dinner. You looked outside and saw the sky covered in clouds; not a single star in sight. You hummed, slightly worried at the sight but then shook your head. It’s the middle of summer, what are the chances of rain?


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“You have got to be kidding me!” Jimin exploded as the two of you watched the morning report on TV, the sound of the rain splashing against your roof and thunder provided an annoying background music. 

You pursed your lips as you watched the broadcaster say that there was definitely a thunderstorm and that everyone should stay indoors at the time being. 

“She’s joking, right?” Jimin asked. “Tell me she’s joking.” Just then a loud thunder crashed making the two of you look out the window; seeing the fall of heavy rain. 

“Nope, I don’t think weather ladies joke about these things. I mean look..,” you pointed at the TV screen who showed the serious face of the broadcaster. “Does she look like she’s kidding?” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Stupid weather lady.” Jimin grumbled as he crossed his arms.

“Hey now…let’s not blame her for the storm. It’s not her fault.”

Jimin sighed heavily then whined, “But the day is ruined! How are we supposed to spend the best day ever doing ’extraordinarily normal stuff boyfriends and girlfriends should be doing’?” He reached the window and leaned his head against it, looking dejected. “This sucks." 

You frowned at your boyfriend’s distress and you wanted to cheer him up so badly.  
Jiminie,“ you went up to him and hugged him from behind. You kissed his shoulder, hugging him tighter. "It’s okay. We can spend the day here–”

“That’s not the plan, Y/N.” He sighed as he moved away from you. “I’m gonna go sleep now, I guess.” He sulked, making his way to the bedroom. 

You pouted, “Sleep? You don’t want to spend time with me?" 

Jimin looked up at you with a teasing smile before pulling you close and whispering in your ear, "You can always join me in bed, Jagiya~” you blushed furiously at his comment, poking his stomach; which happened to be all muscle. 

“Someone’s touchy–” Jimin smirked just when you had an idea. You grinned to yourself as you moved away from his embrace. “You know what,” you said. “Go on ahead, I’ll follow.”

Jimin cocked his head to the side questioningly, then shrugged. “Okay..” He started to turn away but stopped, “Don’t take too long. I’ll be waiting,” he winked. 

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes. 

Jimin grinned that greasy grin making you laugh, “Oh you like it, Jagiya. You like,” he motioned towards his sculpted body. “This…”

“Would you like this?” You showed him your fist.

“Are we playing rough?” He smirked making you blush even more. “I like…”

“Just get to bed, you flirt.” You joked as you threw a pillow at him; shaking your head in amusement. 

“Someone’s excited.” Jimin chuckled and left for the bedroom. The moment he shut the door, you went to work. 

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Since you couldn’t go to the beach, you decided to get creative and tried to bring the beach into your very own living room. You put up a tent in the middle of the room using a blanket, though it looked more like a fort. You laid out another blanket so you can sit on the floor and have a picnic like you planned. You went to retrieve the picnic basket and laid out Jimin’s favorite food, which you planned on surprising him with. Next, you took out your laptop and connected it to the stereo where you played some music that had that summer vibe and soon the room was filled with it. You opened all the lights, placing all the lamps in the house into the living room as well, to make it as bright as possible. You also turned up the heater to make it a little hotter; just like how a beach would be. Lastly, you changed into you swimsuit and shorts, providing the last touch to your man-made paradise. 

Jagiya?” You heard Jimin call. “What’s with the noise–?” He stopped once he saw what you did with the living room. 

“Surprise!" 

He gawked at you in your swimsuit and then towards the fort, the food, and the lamps, before looking back at you. "What’s going on?”

“Since we couldn’t go to the beach, I figured to bring the beach here instead.” You shrugged with a shy smile. 

“You did this?” he pointed towards the room and you rolled your eyes, “Well who do you think did it? Cinderella’s mice?" 

Jimin started to smile as he approached you, looking at everything he pased by with a grin. "This is awesome, Y/N.”

You smiled; happy that you’ve cheered him up. “I’m glad you like it, Jimin." 

He then looked at you and gave you a one-over. His lips forming a smirk."But I like this,” he pointed at your swimsuit. “even more.”

“Well why don’t you join me for a nice picnic at the beach, oppa?” You teased as you removed the shawl you were wearing, revealing your bare shoulder. 

Jimin smirked again but you saw him blush at the sight. He cleared his throat and threw his shirt over his head. This time, it was your time to blush. “Let’s go!”

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The two of you spent the whole afternoon doing everything Jimin had on that list of his; except the swimming part since you really couldn’t do that inside the living room. Instead, the two of you had played video games in your fort, ate all the sweets you had prepared, and even watched a good comedy movie. It was perfect, but somehow you still felt that Jimin was still not completely cool about the thunderstorm ruining your special day. You could see it in his eyes whenever lightning struck; the way it lost it’s spark and the way he turns silent. 

“Jiminie~” you cooed when once again he had frowned as he saw lightning flash through the window. You sighed when he didn’t answer and got up to close the curtains. “Will you cheer up already and forget about the thunderstorm?”

Jimin sighed, “I’m sorry…today was just supposed to be perfect. I planned it all out for you–”

“Are you saying you’re not having fun now?” You frowned. “I went through all this trouble for nothing?" 

Jimin’s eyes widened, "What?” No!“ He stood up and approached you, running his hands up and down your arms. "No, Jagi. Don’t misunderstand, I love what you did!” He smiled but it faltered when you stared down at the floor, looking disappointed. Nice going Jimin, he thought to himself as the guilt gnawed at him. “Hey…” He cupped your chin to make you look at him. “Look at me, Y/N.”

When you finally did, you saw his gaze soften. “I love what you did, Y/N. I really do and I appreciate it. In fact, I love what you do for me every single day." 

That made you smile, "Really?”

“Really.” He said. “You’re always so caring and so patient that I sometimes wonder if I’m even deserving of you.”

“Jimin-ah…”

He shrugged with a slight pout, “I’m almost never here, Y/N. I leave you alone here when I should be by your side, doing ‘extraordinarily normal things boyfriend and girlfriends should be doing.’” The phrase should have made you chuckle but his serious tone made you stop. “You deserve someone who will take care of you, who’ll always be here for you treating you like a queen.” He huffed as he took your hands in his, which was warm and soft, just like his heart. “Today was supposed to be the day I show you how much I appreciate everything you do for me. Today was the one day when I have the chance to spoil you. But because of that,” he pointed towards the window. “You ended up doing something for me, instead. Again.” He frowned as he looked down at your hands, “I’m sorry, Jagi. I’m sorry that I’m an awful boyfriend." 

Your heart broke at the sight of him all down and frowning; not realizing how simply being with him was enough and that seeing happy and being amazing at what he does was worth everything you do for him. You stood on your toes and gave him a kiss. Jimin held your lower back and pressed you closer to him. You made sure to put everything in that kiss; to make him feel how much you loved him and how much he’s worth. 

When the kiss broke, the two of you were breathless. ”Pabo,“ you said as you touched your nose to his. "I don’t care if you’re always gone or we don’t get to spend much time with each other–”
“But–” you silence him with another kiss. “–as long as I’m still yours and you’re still mine.” You said. “Being with you is more than enough for me, even if its just for a day.” You gestured towards the living room, “It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do.” You shrugged. “As long as I’m with you, I’m good.” You held his cheek, “All those hours spent alone was worth it, considering I got a day with you. Just one day is enough for me, Jimin. Just one day with you was more than enough.”

Jimin smiled, looking like he just might cry. “Do you really mean that?”

“Of course!” You said as you hugged him tight. “And you," you pinched his nose. ”are an amazing boyfriend. Planning out a whole day and practically sulking when it didn’t push through was more than enough proof. I already feel so loved, oppa. You don’t have to work so hard. You do that too much with Bangtan already.“

"I’ll always work hard for you, Jagi.” He said as he let go and cupped your cheeks. “Your happiness is my priority. It’s what I’m here for.”

You gave him a kiss on the nose as you giggled, “Thank you, oppa. But I’m already happy.”

“Then I’ll make you happier.” He said simply. “You know I’ll do anything for you, Y/N. Anything." 

"I know.” You said with a sigh. “Oh! I almost forgot…” You took his hand and made him sit inside your fort. You took your laptop before cuddling beside him. “What are you doing?” He asked as you looked for the video file. “There’s one more thing on that list which we haven’t done yet.”

When you found the file, you opened it up and a video of the sun setting appeared on your screen. You hugged Jimin by the waist, feeling him chuckle. 

The two of you stayed there in each other’s arms, watching the sunset on your laptop. It may be just a video but to you, it could have been the most beautiful sunset you had ever experienced… Simply because Jimin was right there next to you, holding you tight. 

“Thank you, oppa.” You whispered. “Today was perfect.”

Jimin sighed happily, kissing the crown of your head, “Thank you, Y/N. For being more perfect." 

You looked at him and teased, "Cheesssy…”

Jimin laughed, “Hey, don’t think I don’t know you used one of our songs during your little speech a while ago.”

You gasped, “I didn’t!”

Jimin snorted, “Oh please.. Just One Day? Who’s the greasy one now?”

You playfully punched him in the arm before cuddling him again, “But it was true.” you whined. 

“I know.” he hugged you tight; throwing his leg over you, making you giggle. “I love you Y/N-ah.”

“I love you, too." 

And with that the two of you shared a sweet kiss, with the sun disappearing from the horizon on the screen as the rain poured down heavily outside. It was a weird combination and yet…undeniably perfect in every single way. 

END

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Never Say Goodbye

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 3,336 (Honestly wasn’t planning it to end up like that)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, canon divergence, language, and would daddy!Dean count as a warning?

Theme Song: Fathers and Daughters (Never Say Goodbye) by Michael Bolton

A/N: Okay, it was about time I wrote something (it’s been what… a few *cough cough* six and a half months *cough* since I posted) ––ANYWAY–– I thought, “Why not start it with some daddy!Dean feels?” I was listening to a playlist on Spotify and this just so happened to be the result… I recommend you listen to the song while you read, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Also a HUGE thank you to @thinkwritexpress @treasurecastiel @supernatural-jackles and @67chevy-imagine​ for being my betas and/or their beautiful selves! Plus you should follow these guys because they’re awesome!

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2003

Stargazing was one of your favorite things. The twinkle they held as they lit the night sky never failed to catch your attention and put a smile on your face. Only when you fogged up the back window by pressing your small face and hands to the glass would your father, Dean, stop in an open field and sit on the hood together as a family. With you in his lap, it was times like these where Dean thought of her.

Your mother and father had you when they were young hunters, having met up when their families would team up against something larger than themselves. She had died long before your memory would ever remember her, but your dad made sure to tell stories of her and show you pictures whenever he had the opportunity. But being the six-year-old you were, you constantly asked why you didn’t have a mommy and all the other kids you’d see on the playground of any small town you visited did. Dean would explain without getting close to the truth––the hunting lifestyle––to the best of his ability, yet every time he did the vivid image of your late mother would plague his dreams that same night.

“I know you’ll be a rock when times are hard, Dean. You need to be strong for her.”

Those last words she choked on her own blood to get out weighed on him each day.

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