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Warframe personalities from how I see them, by my first glance at them.

Heads up, this is a long post. Enjoy~!

Ash: Aloof mofo with a stabbing habit. could rob you of all your money in texas hold ‘em. Too much damn side eye. Kills everyone is the room, then breaks for coffee like nothing happened. Ninja who steals the last slice of cake from the fridge.

Atlas: would kick your ass then be your best bro. is dead inside? somewhat likely but can’t tell anymore. makes shitty jokes. I get he’s a one punch man stone golem, but c’mon, the guy gives pretty good hugs.

Banshee: Resting bitch face, but is sound sensitive so she has a reason. Most likely up to god knows what hours listening to music enjoying synethesia sensations. Knows a thing or two about where to find the best obscure books. Caring protective friend.

Chroma: Moody guy who just wants some fucking peace and quiet. Hoards things like trophies from kills, bet this guy has so many hunting trophies? ffs, his ult is a dragon pelt, might as well be a dragon! Really good at pissing off people without even trying.

Ember: Sassy friend wants all the tea. Best booty to boot. You see that guy over there? He’s on fire. She fucking murdered him with sick comebacks. Don’t get me wrong though, she might like her bacon crispy but she’s a pretty loyal friend. Probably would come get your ass for a revive with intent to raze the fucking field with wildfire.

Equinox: Calm balanced friend??? Has two sides she shows to different people, everyone who talks to her might find something different about her. Likes keeping a lot of houseplants in her room in the dojo. Courteous and polite and gives the best backhanded compliments under a pleasant facade.

Excalibur: Average Joe. Good at a lot but not the best, really doesn’t give his best. Very athletic. rushes through missions impatiently. Might play too many hack’n’slash games in his spare time.

Frost: Stoic, quiet, probably has some thought going on at all times. Reads a lot of mythology from before the orokin era. Procrastinates and stalls for his buddies while holding down the fort. solid person to talk to if you need someone to listen.

Hydroid: The guy has enough mentions about tentacle porn, it’s safe to say he’s hoarding a hentai stash somewhere. or people assume. just a guy who loves the water, could talk for days about fish and where to find all the best seafood restaurants. has had enough people mentioning pirates around him. has a good, hearty laugh.

Inaros: Tired, always fucking tired. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead. if you can kill me, that is. Mmm. nom. Corpus tastes metallic. Grineer tastes like really bad slimy chicken. I’m not sharing what infested taste like. Shields? What the heck is that? Appreciates old architecture and hoards ayatan statues.

Ivara: Sneaky sneaky~ I got an arrow for just about any job. Just because i am a cyclops doesn’t mean i don’t have depth perception, dumbass. Carefree happy lady, fun to talk to. Makes lots of banter with teammates on missions.

Limbo: Trolls might love this guy, why doesn’t he have a fedora helmet yet? I’ve not seen enough Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure to know what those references mean. He’s a real gentleman, very inquisitive. He’s a scientist? Aw, cool. Prolly spacing out while carousing through the rift, thinking about his next project.

Loki: The Cheeseframe is what people call him. Knows where all the loot is, all the time. Giggling and pulling pranks 24/7. Can do shit effortlessly and stares at his team wondering why the fuck the had to trigger the damn alarm in a mission. Also, hammerhead shark. This guys likes playing card games too.

Mag: In a state of calm and panic at the same time. Doesn’t show much though. Magnetic personality? Could crush your heart in a minute. Has a good taste in interior design, rather good at art deco/ industrial. Has some walls to get through before befriending her, but melts like a marshmellow when ya do.

Mesa: 360 no scope!!! It’s high noon! okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s keep going. Keeps an orderly schedule, off doing solo missions all the time. Loves a good movie, could talk about her favorite film for hours. Deserts are dry? So is her humor. Would shoot you without even thinking.

Mirage: You thought Loki’s pranks were bad? At least her enemies get these night mare shows and not you. This chick loves horror films, special effects make up and disco. Pretty good at good at lighting up the room and your smile. She really just wants a good time, okay?

Nekros: Sick mofo who tells dead baby jokes. Has some interesting kinks. Rarely eats, if ever. Would look you dead in the eye and try to tell you bad puns seriously as possible. Has seen the dead walk again, thinks they’re best buddies. good guy to go to a graveyard with.

Nezha: Srsly good looking.. guy? girl? oh idc he can be genderfluid and i’d still think he’s attractive. Got serious hula skills. Never takes himself seriously and just loves going for long missions. Knows a thing or two about culture, rather classy guy but can be a bit childish. Never really grew up, but you don’t notice that behind the charm.

Nidus: This is the I-don’t-give-a damn guy. He wrecks everything he touches, spreads space aids, yet his personality is far from cancer. Very good with animals. A bit messy. Too many damn things talking in his head from the infested and ignores them like a champ. They bend to his will.

Nova: A Good Egg, if slightly cracked. Giggles at the mention of inane words. Everything explodes!!! ADHD in a frame. Good natured wholesome friend who loves everyone. Bad habit of breaking appliances and electronics. Geiger counters near her start playing Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive?

Nyx: Look at this frame. You took a good warframe and gave it anxiety, sheesh. Shy, kinda hard to deal with hearing everyone’s thoughts sometimes. ain’t got time for your drama. Loves talking about current events, but not much of a gossip out of respect for others. giant personal space bubble, do not touch!

Oberon: Royal pain in the ass, but a lovable doofus so you kinda just let it go. Very protective dad friend, complete with dad jokes. Probably would like to finish your sandwich if you’re not gonna eat it. Would open his home to you if you needed a couch to surf on.

Octavia: This girl loves all music, could help you find just the mix you were looking for. Got sick dance moves too. Might have been in band. Would happily binge watch any tv show with you and discuss everything about it. You don’t know what so charming about her, but you really like her so you always accept her invites. Had a bad habit of fidgeting.

Rhino: This guy could bench press a grineer ship in one hand and corpus ship in the other. you don’t move out of his way, he runs you over, simple as that. gym rat, for sure. somewhat impatient. watches way too many superhero blockbusters and devours the comics. Mows down the entire enemy wave just get your sorry bleeding ass back up and fighting again.

Saryn: Oh, good lotus, this chick has got good looks and a deadly touch. Cunning girl could outsmart anyone. Low key annoyed in general. Would back stab you without a thought, given a reason. Knows a lot about cooking. I mean, if you’re going to poison someone or at least know how to work in the biolab you should probably know how this type of chemistry works. dodges responsibility a lot tho.

Titania: flighty as fuck, gets startled easily. graceful; she has good fashion sense. you have no idea where she came from in the room. fairy tales are definitely her thing, but happy endings really aren’t true with that state of things right now in the solar system. too many butterflies, but is fine with it since they help her stay calm. Actually really good at flying archwings, I think?

Trinity: First one to rush into the fight, last one to leave until everyone is okay. Is the Mom friend. Likes to be helpful. Rather much a bitch to those she hates. She may have an open heart, but don’t walk all over this girl. Cross her once, shame on you. Cross her twice, she leaves you for dead on eris, end of story.

Valkyr: Look, she’s been through some shit, has ptsd, the very least you can do is give her a cat plushie and your support, okay? Gets angry easily and has meltdowns. She’s not a pushover. She knows what’s best, she can endure. semi serious, jokes fly over her head. it may take a bit for her to like you. literally a cat frame, you don’t know love until you’ve been loved by a cat.

Vauban: Forget Limbo being a troll. This is THE trollframe. Went to college for engineering, came back out a smart ass. Don’t loan money to him, he prolly won’t pay ya back. Pretty good drinking buddy tho. Reads a shit ton of shakespear to know what that sense of humor really is. Shit poster, meme hoarder extrordinaire. you can have a grenade! And you can have a grenade! YOU ALL CAN HAVE GRENADES!

Volt: Impeccable taste mixed with sharp commentary. Why does he have a helmet that’s a boob? maybe he has a high schooler’s sense of humor? would be honest with you and tell you straight up what needs to be done. This guy likes expensive suits. Has a tendency to be impulsive.

Wukong: Has loads of stories to tell. Good memory. Can comeback from just about any setback. determined and will happily grind with you in missions for hours. Also pretty damn stubborn and doesn’t listen well to others, kinda has to speak first.

Zephyr: Life’s a breeze here, right? Kinda goes with whatever and has a hard time deciding on things. Kinda clumsy too. Crashes raids and blows away the enemy. Usually minds her own business with her head in the clouds.

The Sleepy Scholar

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Prompt: College AU + Library AU

A/N: This is my AU day imagine for the @hamwriters Write-A-Thon! I’m excited to get this out because I had this finished for like 2 weeks or so now haha. Special thanks to @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for proofreading and pushing me to do this! I love you both immensely <3 Enjoy!

P.S. Y/F/I means your first initial!

Originally posted by jamiiton


This all started a week ago. You were doing your typical 11-3AM shift at the campus library. Many people would shy away from the graveyard shift but it was your favorite because it was quiet and no one was typically at the 24/7 library past 2 am so you would binge TV shows or read one of the many books that surrounded you. Plus, your classes were in the afternoon so it was most convenient for you. However this week, there was one lone student that would stay at the same table, nose in his book as he mumbled words until he fell asleep at the desk every night without fail. It was only the 3rd week of school and already some poor soul was in the library until ungodly hours. You couldn’t help but feel bad for the mysterious man with the bun, every time you went to clock out he was face down on the desk, using his arms as a makeshift pillow. By the eighth consecutive night of the stranger’s appearance, you couldn’t keep watching as he wasted his life away. So, that night when you clocked out you brought a water bottle, the PB&J sandwich you never opened, and a blanket you kept in the break room with you on your way out. You delicately placed the blanket over his sleeping form and set the sandwich and water bottle in front of him, along with a short message on a Post-it note.

“Take a break! -Y/F/I”

You took a closer glance at him, mystery man was actually really cute when he was asleep. Before he could catch you staring, you left the library; giving a quick wave to Claudia as she clocked in to take over the information desk. You were leaving Pre-Calculus the next morning when you got a text from Claudia.

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Playboy!Namjoon Pt. 4

(Pt. 1 / Pt. 2 / Pt. 3)

{Warning: smut ahead!}

You’re a sweaty mess as you open the door to him, who’s standing outside your door in Levi’s jeans and a green long sleeved shirt, a black cap and mask keeping him from being too obvious about who he is. Which isn’t all that necessary, your condo was mainly made of all kinds of celebrities who valued their privacy above everything. The security was top grade, which was why you even decided to live here.

“Hi, come on in.”  you greet him, stepping aside for him to come in. He takes off his shoes, making you smile at his Ryan socks. “Did you had a nice trip?”

“Do you know you live pretty far?” he answered instead, taking the cap and mask off as well, letting you finally see his full bare face. “How do you even manage to go to places? Do you take a cab every time? How are you not broke yet?”

You scoffed. “Of course not, I have a car. It’s that my food?”

“Yeah,” he offered you the bags, the smell making your stomach growl. “ I didn’t knew what kind of cake you liked so I bought four different ones.”

You clutched your heart dramatically, wiping an invisible tear from your face. “Kim Namjoon, are you even real? You bought me four kind of cakes?”

He smiled looking around at your apartment. The soft yellow walls adorned with different kind of plants and flowers, the pictures on the walls. He walked over to you vinyl and book collection, picking a book up and reading its title. “I like your house. I love plants.”

“Me too. I wanted to be near nature, even living in this apartment.” you explained. Then, you pointed at the tv. “Feel comfortable to roam around, watch something on netflix or whatever., there’s drinks in the fridge I need to take a shower, it’ll be quick.”

He nodded, settling himself on the couch,.making a dismissive gesture with his hand.

“Take your time, don’t worry.”

You cleaned yourself thoroughly, using you favorite body wash. With a week of rest, you were looking your best, if you could be so modest. You quickly dried your hair, putting on your comfiest pair of lounge clothes. A oversize grey shirt and black leggings. You didn’t feel the need to dress up. Namjoon would understand the need to not be all made up. Wearing makeup reminded you of your job, so you just couldn’t bother. Besides, you thought, you when Namjoon were texting so much lately you felt comfortable enough to be this casual around him.

You made your way to the living room again, leaning against the couch, watching as a moody looking guy ran around a mountain and sparkled like a disco ball with a pale girl on his back. Namjoon, realizing you were there, quickly paused the movie.

“Were you watching Twilight?”

“….maybe.” he conceded, a little unwillingly. “It’s a nice movie, okay? I enjoy the aesthetic value of it.”

“Okay. that I can understand, for a second I thought you had a vampire kink. Because I’ll be honest with you, vampires are only sexy if you’re into blood play.” You say, then paused as you scrutinized​ him again. “You’re not into blood play, right?”

He gives you a deep sigh that is as much exasperation as amusement at the same time. “Not that I’m aware of.”

“Good.” you replied, then eyeing the box of chicken and the containers of slices of cakes on your coffee table, you continued “Because you’ve just became my favorite person, I would hate to downgrade you from that position.”

He laughs, shaking his head. Humming, you sit down. changing the movie to some random cartoon. You take a bite out of your chicken, letting out a sound of pleasure when the perfect amount of crispiness reached your taste buds.

“How can you make eating chicken look hot? People are suppose to look greasy doing that, not like they got straight out of a commercial.”

You clean your lips delicately with a napkin, smiling angelically at him. “Haven’t you heard? I’m actually a angel sent from heaven. I can show you at least 5 fan videos with that theory. And besides, I’m my group visual, it’s my job to look pretty.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if that theory was true.” he nodded, then stretching his long arms and legs until his back was curving away from the sofa, he yawns.

“You look really tired, Namjoon-ah.” you note, your mother hen side not letting the concerned go unnoticed from you voice. “Are you sure you shouldn’t be at home resting? “

He gives you another reassuring smile, his dimples showing faintly. “It’s okay, even if I went home I would be even more tired. I love the boys, but sometimes I just wish I could sleep without having to stop some ridiculous fight. And you didn’t invited me over to hear about my problems.”

“It’s okay if you want to talk about what’s bothering you. Just because we’re doing this- you now, this thing, doesn’t mean we can’t be friends and talk.” You say, smiling brightly at him. “ And I get you. It’s hard being a leader and having more responsibilities than the rest of our members, having to take care of the group image and all that. Sometimes I worry so much about them I can’t even sleep. I don’t know how you manage to take care of 6 persons, I get exhausted just with my 3 babys.”

He chuckled in agreement.Taking the napkin from your hands, he throw it in on the coffee table, patting his lap after. “C’mere.” you oblige, straddling his hips. His hands caress the sides of your thighs lightly. He leans forward, his nose nuzzling your neck. Breathing deeply. after a second, he says “This is nice, talking. And you smell nice too.”

“I just showered, that’s why” you remind him, your voice coming out lower than before as he continues​ to run his nose along the line of your collarbones up to the point below your ear, making you shiver. Your hands come to his shoulders to keep yourself stable. You sigh with the feeling of him leaving featherlight kisses against your jaw. “Can you just please kiss me already? You’re such a tease.”

He looks up at you, his eyes darker than before. “Sure, princess.”

He kisses you softly at first, one of his hands moving from your thighs to your​ hips, pushing you down on his growing erection as the other one move to cradle your head, tilting it down as he deepens the kiss, hungrier than ever before. You moan lowly into the kiss as he ruts against you, making you feel that he is fully hard now. You start moving your hips as well, making him grunt this time. breaking the kiss to watch you as you rode his hips.

His hands move from the nape of your neck to cup your jaw, the tip of his thumb sliding across your lips, swollen and red from the kiss. You moved your head to catch it, sucking gently on him, swirling your tongue around. Namjoon gulped loudly, eyes glazed with lust.

“I promised you something, didn’t I?” You said, sliding down from his lap and kneeling in front of him. Smiling, you inched forward until your face was pressed against his crotch. Namjoon is already fully hard, and you moth at the material of his jeans, feeling his cock twitch again the denim.

“You don’t have to.” he says, voice ragged as you begin sliding his zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers down enough so that you can finally reach Namjoon’s hard and flushed cock. You wrap your fingers around the base, pumping it sowly, a drip of precome dripping slowly from the dark head down his shaft, making him let out a husky moan. “I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“I want to,” You answer honestly, bringing your lips down until they’re just barely touching his head, your breath on him making Namjoon shiver in anticipation. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you let him see the need in your own face. “I’ve been dying to do this since the first time you texted me. So just let me suck your dick and be happy, let me have this. ”

You lick his head, tasting him- salty and bittersweet, with the faint smell of whatever body lotion he uses, and when you finally suck him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head, his hand come to your head and you have to resist the urge to grin smugly at the sound he lets out, needy and urgent, like he too had been waiting for this since the beginning.

Without warning, you bring your mouth down until your lips are touching your fingers, and very deliberately, you gulp, feeling his grip tighten as his hips buckle up. Slowly, you bring your head up, sucking hard, your tongue flat against the side of his cock as you do so, deepthroating him until he’s trembling, letting out deep groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good at this,” the praise has you moaning as his hips move, fucking himself into your mouth. Hearing it, he looks at you, surprise lacing his features for a second. “Really? Praising kink?”

“Don’t kinkshame me.” you say, your hands replacing your mouth. “ It’s not my fault I like being recognized for being a good girl.”

Suddenly,his hand come down, holding your wrist in place and stopping your movements. “Hold up, I’m gonna cum if you keep up.” he warns, chest moving rapidly with his heavy breathing. He looks at you,  you with your lips swollen, looking utterly fucked, hair disheveled and needy eyes. “And I’m not cumming before fucking you like I’ve been wanting to all this time, baby girl.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the promise in his words and at the petname.

“We should go to my room then. My bed is perfect for that.”

He smiles, big and wolfish, like you’re his prey and he can’t wait to savor every piece of you. You take his hand. pulling him quickly towards the door that leads to your room. Closing the door behind him, he attacks your mouth again as you walk backwards​, until the back of your knees are hitting the bed and hes laying​ you down on it, hands delicately supporting you so that you don’t fall abruptly.

“Clothes.” you manage to gasp as he kisses you. “Take off. Wanna feel your skin on mine.”

He lifts your shirt over your head, groaning when he sees you’re not wearing a bra, cupping your breast with one hand. You do the same, quickly getting rid of his shirt, hands instantly roaming through his defined stomach.

“Are you going to have some schedule where you’ll have to show your belly sometime soon?”

“What? No, I don’t think so. Why?”

It becomes clear to you why when he sucks hard at the skin of your waist, bitting and leaving a red bruise in the place of his lips. He does that till he reaches your hip bones, nipping at the skin, teasingly kissing the hem of your leggings, his fingers massaging your ass as he lifts it so he can take it off, leaving you only in your black see though panties.

He just looks at you for a couple of seconds, eyes absorbing you half naked in your bed, hair sprawled around your head like a halo.

“You’re so perfect.” He finally lets out, head coming down again kissing your inner thighs. “So fucking perfect, I can’t wait to fuck you, angel. Been dreaming about this since the first time.”

You whimper at his words, lifting your hips, coaxing him to give you what you want. He complies, mouthing over your clothed sex. You let out a loud whine, telling him to just please eat you out already. Which he does, kissing your already swollen clit before he’s pressing his tongue against him, flat as he licked you languidly, seeming pleased with the way you moaned as he did so. He pressed one finger inside of you, moving it in rhythm with his tongue. He sucked hard on your bud, making you whimper as he inserted another finger inside of you. His mouth left you as he watched you trembling​ in your bed, his hand pounding in you.

“You taste so good, angel. Do you know that? You’re being so good for me, doing so well. Come for me, baby, i want to taste you as you scream.”

“Namjoon!” you moan his name, clenching around his fingers as his mouth suck at your​ pussy hard, his eyes locked with yours, watching you come undone with his mouth and fingers alone.

As you lay there, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, he slides up until his eyes are level with yours again, moving the hair stuck to your face away with his fingers. You reach your head out for his mouth, kissing him hungrily when you see the tent in his jeans again. “There’s condoms in the top drawer.”

He reaches for it, kicking his jeans and boxers out at the same time. You lift yourself with your arms, watching him roll the condom down his length and your mouth water again.   

He settles himself between your legs, cradling your face between his hands again as he stares at you again.

“You’re really beautiful. Like, really really beautiful” he says hoarsely, his voice even more melodic than usual. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

You shiver hard in anticipation and you basically beg “Please, Joon.”  

He thrusts into you, and the stretch is so.pleasurable you both moan at the same time. He tries to give you time to get used to it, but you’ve never been known for being patient, and soon after you’re moving your hips, basically riding him for underneath. The message gets across, and then he’s pounding into you, holding one of your legs over his shoulder.

Fuck.”  you curse, biting down on your lips to avoid screaming in ecstasy as he hits your sweet spot again and again. You’re already over sensitive from your previous orgasm, and you see a new one approaching soon. “More, Joon, please. I’m almost-”

“You feel so good, angel. You take my cock so good.” he pounds harder into you, deeper, grunting into your neck. “Can you come for me again? I want to feel you coming on my cock like a good girl.”

“I’m - fuck- Namjoon!

Your vision turns white as you climax again, losing track at what you’re saying and the volume of your voice. Namjoon’s mouth finds your again, moaning your name as he too finish, you still clenching yourself around him as you milk him, you both still riding the aftershocks of your orgasms.

He leans his forehead against yours. “Fuck, that was… fuck.”

You laugh, understanding completely. Getting up,he walks to your bathroom to get rid of the condom as you just stay there unable to move, just your eyes following his naked figure. He come back with a warm damp towel, laying down next to you and cleaning all the bodily fluids that had coated you in the midst of probably the best sex of your life.

After he deems you clean enough, he pushes you your pink duvet on top of you both. You turn on your side, facing him. He has a strange looks in his face as he watches you attentively.

You trace his face with the tip of your fingers, since the outlines of his forehead, down to the slope of his nose, his full lips, his sharp jawline, his dimples, showing as he smile rather shyly at you, his hands caressing softly you waist, helping ground you again on earth.

“You’re really handsome.” you hear yourself say, just like he did before he fucked you exhausted. “Are you feeling a little less stressed? Did it help?”

He nods, cheeks flushed pink faintly. “Yes, this helped. But I’m still really tired, you were right. Maybe I should go home.”

You lift your head to look at the Totoro-shaped clock on your bedside table. “It’s past 1 am, Joon. You can stay, I don’t mind. I like cuddling, though, that’s the condition. You have to be the big spoon.”

He blinks, cheeks even more blushed. “I- yeah- I like cuddles too cuddles are cool. Are you sure it’s okay if I stay? I don’t want to intrude, It’s totally cool you if you don’t want me to, I can call a taxi in like five  secon-.”

Snuggling closer to him, you make yourself the little spoon, bringing his arm around your waist and making him go silent in the process. In this position you can’t see his face as you interrupt him, already sleepy. “Is okay, that was the best fuck of my life, I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning.”

He seemed to hesitate for a second, but then you can feel his nose nuzzle your hair. “Okay then, goodnight angel.”

Almost sleeping, you reply with a Good night Joonie. or at least you think you do, too exhausted to keep being coherent. You fall asleep with his arms around you, and the smell of his musky perfume on your sheets.

Which is okay, you manage to think before giving in to unconsciousness. Because it’s just a casual thing.

Sure.

Monsta X reaction to their s/o who sits on their lap and hugs them because she is sleepy but unwittingly rubs against them

requested by anon~

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Originally posted by daddyhyun-u

Shownu; Shownu was in the midst of watching some Chris Brown when you sat on his lap, hugging him the process and placing your head on shoulder. At first it was fine until you started to “unwittingly” rub against him as you tried to get yourself into a comfortable position. And this papa will be freaking turned on. He’d just laugh it out and would wonder if it was comfortable for you to sit under his growing bulge. Shownu would also turn into beet red when you asked him why is he giggling to himself and why is his cheeks and ears red. 

Mmmm…. *sits on his lap, wraps around his neck; starts to find a comfy position.. only to rub yours against his*”

“*ALERT ALERT!! turn on; lets out a shy laugh; covers face while trying to calm his heart*”

“Babe, why are you so red? *pulls away to have a full view of his face, only to put more pressure on his you know*”

“I-It’s nothing, just go back to your previous position baby…”

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Wonho; Wonho would be so flushed to be honest that he wouldn’t be able to control his laughter once you started to unwittingly rub against him. He would get turned on really easy and he’d also have this urge to ask you if you’re doing this on purpose or not. But then, he’d stop himself from asking you that since the boys was also around that time, making it a little bit harder for him to control his feels, especially the feels below there. Once Wonho can’t take it anymore with your rubbing, he’d actually excuse the two of you and would bring you to his room, placing you on the bed before calming himself down.

B-babe, did you do it on purpose? *fans his oh so red cheeks while pacing back and forth in the room*”

“What do you mean? Ughh babe, I’m sleepy… *pouts*”

“You know…. you rubbing yourself against my manhood? Coz baby, let me tell you… It was really hard to control myself out there!”

“Oh… Did I rub against you? *confused; innocent; don’t know a thing; no idea; idk*”

Originally posted by garisanee

Minhyuk; The two of you were just hanging out at home and it was a really wonderful evening. You just finished washing the dishes when you decided to sit on Minhyuk’s lap and hug him since you were sleepy. Minhyuk would be pretty cool at first until he feels you against his. He’d be taken aback like he’d be stuttering, asking you what do you want to do. And when you told him that you were sleepy, he’d actually just let you be….. like okay continue sitting on my lap and j-just do your thing yeah… and once he finds you asleep with your head rested on his shoulder, he’d heave out a sigh and would try to calm him beating heart.

Babe, what do you want to d-do now? *takes a deep breathe as he feels you rubbing against him*”

“I want to sleep… Can I sleep here in your lap? *cutely rubs your eyes with a pout*”

“Arasso… j-just sleep. *gently pushes her head back on his shoulder as he tries to concentrate on the tv show in front of him*”

Originally posted by mywonhoki

Kihyun; Kihyun was just busy listening to some music when he got startled when you sat on his lap and hugged him. He’d be confused at first but would just let you do your thing until you start rubbing against him, making him freeze. He’d be staring at you with his lips slightly apart and would feel that he was starting to get turned on by the second. Kihyun would be kind of straightforward about this to be honest, was it a sign that you wanted to go to the next level or are you just sleepy sleepy? And when he hears your answer, he’d just let you sleep in his lap despite having you rubbing against him. Kihyun would then calm down but then would be turned on after a few minutes later.

Baby, do you want to have sex or are you just sleepy? *cheeks tinted in pink*”

“I’m sleepy.. but if you want we can do the first part tomorrow but not today since I’m really sleepy.. *lets out a whine before making yourself comfortable in his lap*”

“Alright, just sleep there. *caresses your back as he continues to focus in his music until it played Blind wink wink*”

Originally posted by hyungvon

Hyungwon; Hyungwon would actually give you that look in the gif to be honest. He was just casually reading a book when you sat on his lap and hugged him. When he felt you rub against him, he would put the book down and look at you, wiggling that eyebrows with a teasing smile. When you ask him why he’s looking at you like that, he’d just bloop your nose with his finger before teasing you. And when you’d actually get up, he’d just stop you, pulling you back down on his lap and let you sleep, since you’ve already sat there then why not stay there for a couple more hours aye. 

Ohoho, baby *wiggles eyebrows at you and smiles*”

“What is it Hyungwon? Why are you looking at me like that? *looks at him weirdly*”

“Do you really want to go there? You like to go and tease me huh? *wink wink*”

“Wtf, babe? You know what, I should just go and cuddle with Mr. Snuggles *Tries to get up but only to be pulled right back into his lap*”

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

Jooheon; Jooheon was in the middle of making new beats, melody and whatnot when you decided to sit on his lap and hug him. Jooheon wouldn’t mind actually. Like he’d actually find it cute when you told him that you were sleepy. But when you started to rub against him, he’d still act really calm to be honest like jooheon, breathe, she didn’t do that on purpose, breathe okay calm down calm down. And once he’d feel that you had stopped, indicating that you have found a comfortable position, he’d heave out a sigh of relief before he continues doing his thing. After a few moments, he’d feel you rub against him once more, making him pout that he’d start whining to be honest.

Argh babeeeeeee *whines*”

“What? What’s wrong? *pulls away from the hug to look at him in the eyes, only to find him really cute when he starts pouting*”

“Are you doing that on purpose? Coz if you are, then you need to stop… *pouts whines whines whines*”

“Doing what on purpose? Baby, what are you talking about? *furrows eyebrows*”

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash

I.M; Changkyun would not let you get away to be honest. The two of you were buys watching some movie when you decided to sit on his lap and hug him. He was okay at first since his baby is sleepy but once he feels you rubbing against him, he’d be teasing you the whole night. He’d actually poke you on your sides until you look at him with a pout. But that pout would be wiped away in an instant when you see that face *on the gif*. He’d place his hands on your hips while he looks at you like that, asking you thousands of questions until you just decided to go to your room and sleep but Changkyun will not let you go. 

Stop poking my sides, Changkyun. *pout… only to furrow eyebrows after seeing his face* What?”

“Are you doing that on purpose, honeybunch? *wink wink*”

“What?…… If what I’m thinking about right now is right, you’re sick. I’m just freaking sleepy babe. *was about to get up only to be stopped by Changkyun*”

“No, no. Why would I think of that baby? C’mon, just be honest with me *tease tease tease tease*”

4

FIGHTING FAIR

Black Hat x Reader


A/N: I laughed so hard at “salty bean” I think I may have scared my father a little bit!!!! x)&
Also, for the sake of the way I view said salty bean: I’m going to say that you’ve been together for a long time, and that it took you even longer to win him over and get him to admit that he actually has feelings, because that is a novel of events and chemistry to build up x)&
Anyways! I hope you enjoy!!


You stared at him for a long time as he ate across from you. As far as boyfriends go, Black Hat was…well he tried.

Affection wasn’t his strong suit, but you could tell he cared about you. He showed it in little ways like not hanging you over a shark tank when you slipped up or constantly threatening you with that glare of his. He even ate every meal he could with you, cold and silent though he may have been most of the time. In return you attempted to make Black Hat’s life easier. You made him food and helped clean his desk. Often times, you would have to help the sleep deprived man into his room. He appreciated you for it.

Still, after dating for a while, you were hoping to move past quick, begrudging hugs and the occasional hand to hold.

“What?” He asked, noticing your stare and pulling you from your thoughts. You shook your head to clear it, then shrugged.

“I don’t know.” You replied, going back to your food, “Just thinking I guess.”

No one else was in the mansion today. Flug and 5.0.5 left on business yesterday, and Black Hat took great joy in forcing Dementia to go along with them. He had you all to himself for the weekend….now if only he knew what to do with the time…

The two of you finished dinner and began to wash the dishes in a comfortable silence. You scraped off food and rinsed planes before Black Hat put them into the dishwasher.

“So, y/n,” Black Hat sighed looking at you, “We only have one more day until those idiots-”

“Our friends.”

“Whatever- Before they get home. What do you want to do?” He asked.

You were a bit surprised, usually Black Hat planned your activities and you just followed him or there was some kind of work to be done that he really didn’t need you for, but asked you to help anyway. The responsibility of choosing felt strange, almost unwanted. Still, you were tired, and had an idea of what you wanted to do.

“Let’s go watch a movie.” You suggested, grabbing his hand and walking into the living room. He followed, placing his free hand on his tailbone calmly. You seemed so tired, yet so enthusiastic at the same time. It amused him greatly.

You always had a way of doing that. Making him smile for reasons he didn’t entirely understand. It would have been upsetting if he didn’t love you so much.

You sat down in front of the movie shelf and began looking through them, trying to make a decision. Black Hat stood behind you, resting the other hand on his tailbone as well. He wondered as to what you would choose, you’re movie taste varied quite a bit.

“Oh! How about this one?” You asked, looking up to him with a DVD case in your hand. The cover read “The Book of Life.”

“When did we get this?” Black Hat asked, looking it over.

“I bought it a while ago.” You said, crawling with the movie to the TV where the DVD player was. Black Hat smiled a bit wider and raised an eyebrow at your refusal to simply get up and walk there.

He walked over to the couch as you handled the logistics of actually starting the movie. It took a few tries before you remembered what input to use, but soon you had the movie playing and walked back over to the couch. Black Hat patted the spot next to him and you sat down, taking hold of his hand.

“So what’s this whole thing about?” He asked, rubbing the back of your hand a bit with his thumb. For some reason he felt a need to be close to you.

“It is about love, and family, and the Day of the Dead, and following your dreams!” You smiled looking up at him with enthusiasm.

“Well…Dia de los Muertos sounds interesting…” Black Hat smiled, “Maybe the love thing doesn’t sound too bad, either.”

He leaned down and quickly kissed you on your cheek. You blushed and squeezed his hand. Your flustered reaction made him smile. He loved you, greatly, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the power he had over you because the affection was returned.

The movie went on and Black Hat actually did enjoy himself. The pin that made its wearer invincible sparked his interest, and he made a mental note for a few new products because of it.

He chucked also when the villain appeared to win because he didn’t fight fair. You looked up and him with a raised eyebrow.

“Villains don’t fight fair, my dear.” He smiled wickedly, and you turned back to the screen. Why was Black Hat always so handsome? Your blush shone in the dim light.

Eventually, his focus only half fell on the movie. The other half of his attention was on you: how you were so invested in the characters, how your eyes lit up when a scene you enjoyed came on the screen, how you hummed along to the songs quietly, how warm your hand was in his own.

At some point near the end of the film, Black Hat made the decision to pull you under his arm. You blushed, surprised by the sudden physical contact. He wasn’t much of a person to do things like this. If he hugged you it usually was because he was going away or you had done something clumsy or stupid enough to worry him.

Your body was warm against his, and he enjoyed the closeness between you two. As the film ended, you snuggled deeper into his chest.

“Tired yet?” He asked. You could hear the low rumble of his voice in his chest, and you sighed with contentment.

“Not at all.” You lied, putting one hand on his chest and another around his waist, as if to say “I am staying right here.”

Black Hat chuckled, and put his arms further around you. He really did love you.

He laid down and pulled you over with him, further wrapping you in his body. Your noses touched and you both smiled. There was so much he wanted to say and do, but the moment was too pure for even him to mess with. You snuggled into his warmth again, and he held you close, listening to the sound of your breathing.

Soon you fell asleep and Black Hat smiled into the darkness. He pulled a blanket from the back of the couch over the both of you, content to lay with you the entire night.

He may have been evil. He may have relished in the power he had over you. But in reality, you had so much power over him that he almost couldn’t comprehend it.

He loved you so much, and with moments like these…you just didn’t fight fair.

Notes From Someone Who Grew Up With An Autistic Brother

My brother is autistic. And if you’ve never met anyone with autism , you might be misinformed about how autistic people are.


My brother is NOT:

* Stupid
* Unwilling to learn
* Misbehaved
* A ‘forever child ’

My brother is a smart MAN. He’s gonna be 22(?!?! I’m crying he’s so big now I’m so proud ?) next week on the 13th .

Anyway here’s some things I want you to know about my brother Josh , his autism , AND HOW IT DOES NOT ALL MAKE HIM A BURDEN OR A PROBLEM OR ANY LESS OF A GREAT PERSON
( if you don’t like my brother or autistic folks , fight me )

( FIGHT ME, I MEAN IT, I’LL SWING ON YA RIGHT NOW DENISE)


- Firstly ya gotta know autism is a spectrum and it affects everyone differently so this isn’t a go-to post for every autistic person / curious person


- Second , autism affects social skills.
People with autism are more likely to have social anxiety, have speech impediments , and tend to function poorly in crowds .

But!!! If you work really hard to become friends with someone with autism ? They’re probably gonna love you for life?

My brother is shy as hell but if you are patient and are nice to him and listen to him when he talks he’s gonna respect you so much?

People tend to interrupt my brother, he stutters a lot when he talks and repeats himself. But if you show enough respect and let him say what he needs to , he’ll like that.

And once you’re friends ? He info dumps so much on you that you forget he’s a shy mess in public .( get him going about Power Rangers and he’s absolutely adorable he gets so detailed and so pumped ! )

Honestly just be nice enough to spend quiet time getting to know what they like and what makes them comfortable and they’ll warm up to you.


I remember the first conversation I ever had with my brother was about Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
I was like five? He was four. Until that day he didn’t really talk to me. But it was rainy that morning , mom was still asleep and dad was at work . Josh was in his room watching the show when I wandered in with my cereal bowl in hand. He glanced at me , and quietly goes “ Wanna watch ? It’s funny! There’s a real smart guy who I think you’ll like. ”

And so, I sit down and a few minutes later I’m listening to my brother gush over characters and plot and bad guys and at one point he hugged me and said “ Thanks for listenin’, mom and dad don’t”


And from that day on , I tried harder to get to know my brother. He’s a sweetheart who loves unusual trivia , mysteries, animals ( no really he’s got books on animal trivia ) and watches everything from historical documentaries to fan theories on his favorite shows.

HE INTRODUCED ME TO BLEACH, HE GOT ME INTO ANIME YOU GUYS

Honestly I’ve bonded so much with him over shows and characters and I’ve learned a lot about him by watching his reactions over the years.

I have a lot of feelings about Dragon Ball Z and the Ninja Turtles because those two shows were what my brother and I first watched together , and we had such deep chats during commercials .


My brother relates to Michelangelo and Raphael the most because he says ’ I get Raph, you know? He doesn’t know how to ….how to say….how to feel out loud, right? He doesn’t know the rules to feelings. And Mikey’s lonely because he just wants people to like him for himself but it’s hard because the world sees him as wrong even though it’s not his fault and he didn’t want to be different. I feel like that because people… People look at me like they want me to be this one thing , and I can’t be , so they’re mad and disappointed. I’m not normal to them , but I…I mean ? I’m normal for me! This is my normal, and everyone is normal in a special way. “


During Dragon Ball Z, he suddenly goes :

” Do …do you think people would … You think if they could see the world the way I do….you think they’d pick having autism? I know everyone without it thinks it’s bad, but … But sometimes I like being autistic. I like the way I notice background noise , or the details on someone’s face, or all the ways something feels. I dunno I think maybe I get to know the world a lot better ? “


- Emotional difficulty.

My brother has trouble expressing and reading emotions , that’s true. But he understands them. And he taught me a lot of lessons.

My brother gets angry with himself a lot because he can’t communicate what he needs, but he tries super hard not to hurt anyone with his anger. He’ll throw a tantrum in his room , but he avoids other people until he’s calm enough not to just blindly lash out.

And when he’d bicker with my sister , and things got physical ( like siblings fights do ) he was always very careful not to hit her. Sometimes he’d lightly slap her arm or hand if she hit him , but he didn’t raise a fist to her. And he’d just let her work out her anger and then hug her when she was done.

’ I know you weren’t upset at me and it’s okay to be upset , but don’t hurt anyone when you’re upset anymore , you don’t think right when you’re mad. ’

- Hyper focusing is a thing and sometimes it’s no fun to deal with.

Tv portrays it as cute hobbies or interests but it’s also times when my brother couldn’t sleep because the number of tree branches outside his window changed. It’s my brother not being able to relax unless his collection of comfort toys are all on his bed.

It’s my brother breaking down in tears because his lucky childhood lion stuffed animal was falling apart and he was convinced he wasn’t going to have any more good days in his life.
( my grandma mended it it’s ok)

My brother binges shows all day and doesn’t remember to eat sometimes.

Hyperfocusing can be cutesy but it can also be very serious .


- Hyper Sensitivity is weird because some days ? My brother is fine and doesn’t care what he wears or what he eats. But other days he won’t wear anything too scratchy , or he won’t eat anything too crunchy , or he won’t leave the house because the wind is too much.

I’m used to it , but to my childhood neighbours my brother seems eccentric and bizarre .

- Physical Affection


ALWAYS. ASK.FIRST.WITH.AUTISTIC.PEOPLE.


I never hug my brother unless I ask him first or he initiates it. If I hugged him without permission , he’d get a panic attack and freeze up. He just doesn’t like surprise touch.

But once he lets you hug him ? It’s the best! He gives such affectionate hugs and honestly for a minute in his arms my depression is cured.


Just ask first to grab their hand or tap their shoulder or pat their head. It gives them more control over their environment and it shows you respect them.


- Don’t try to correct their stims or coping mechanisms.


SERIOUSLY I’VE SEEN PEOPLE DO THIS SHIT TO MY BROTHER

My brother wrings his hands together and makes noises to relive stress or work off extra energy, and he also talks to himself.( usually an ongoing role play in his head )


A lot of autistic people do things like this. It’s called 'stimming’. I don’t understand why running his fists against his forehead eases his anxiety when he’s upset, but I don’t tell him not to do it because that’s how his brain tells him to calm down.


If you take away their stimming, you take away their normal way of dealing with stress and emotions . Let them stim , maybe try to lessen the damage if it’s a harmful stim ( biting fingers, pulling hairs, knocking head against things ) ,but let them stim!


And!!! Stims!!! CHANGE!!!!

My brother used to say things four times when he was upset because his nickname is four letters ( his full name is Joshua ) and the way he explained it was ” if I hear why I’m mad four times it gives me four chances to settle down “


He doesn’t do that anymore. Now he just repeats the words ” It’s stupid , I’m stupid for being mad “ until he calms down.

In public his stimming is different - he’ll twist a corner of his shirt in his hands or hum under his breath or nod a lot.

When he’s super anxious he paces endlessly and can’t seem to move fast enough to please himself. Sometimes he’ll just run through the house until he’s calm.

I’ve seen my own dad tell him not to pace !

It calms him down and it’s not hurting anyone let him pace jfc


-They don’t always tell you but they listen

My brother knows the rude things people say about him. He listens to people talking to try and learn how to talk better , and he hears . He hears the insults , the jokes. He knows the math teacher thinks he’s a retard. He knows the other kids make fun of his stutter. He sat in the lunchroom and listened to those around him making fun of him.

He KNOWS.
And he avoids being friends with anyone who’d mock him while he was a mere fifteen feet away.

Anyway please be kind to autistic people and their families .

But also be looking out for autistic people who don’t have good families,whose families are ashamed of their autism.

The Opposite of Loneliness

Requested: the Reader discovers Reid with a book of social cues/making friends so that he can get her to like him.

(Part II)


Spencer gave her a spare key to his apartment a long time ago, when they first became good friends. Living only a few doors down, she is the one he entrusted to take care of his plants and make sure his fish don’t die while he’s away on a case. He’s been away for a few days when she notices the large package waiting for him at the front desk. The man behind the desk is familiar with their arrangement, and allows her to collect Spencer’s mail for him. Careful not to drop anything, she lets herself in and deposits everything on the coffee table in his living room.

It’s then that she notices the books stacked on the couch, and she can’t help but to look at the covers. Spencer never leaves books out like this. How to Make People Like You in 90 Seconds or Less; Emotional Intelligence: Socially Awkward No More; Improve Your Social Skills. The last one really strikes her – Stop Being Lonely: Three Simple Steps to Developing Close Friendships and Deep Relationships. Is he lonely? Has he been hurting all this time and she never noticed? Next to the books is a ring of index cards, and though she feels bad snooping, she’s worried about him.

Picking them up, she briefly flips through them, expecting to find tips on making friends, or perhaps insights into his emotions. Instead, his messy handwriting has marked each card with short notes.

The Breakfast Club is a movie from the 80’s, directed by John Hughes, not a restaurant.
The phrase “Challenge Accepted” is from a TV show called How I Met Your Mother.
Tumblr is a website where people create customized blogs, not a cup to mix drinks in.
When she talks about Hamilton, she usually means the musical, not the historical canon.
Taylor Swift is not related to Jonathan Swift. She likes the video of Taylor Swift’s song mixed with the screaming baby goat. It makes her laugh.
Her favorite musician is Regina Spektor. Ode To Divorce always makes her cry – it reminds her of her parents. When it does, she doesn’t want to talk about it, but she does want someone to hold her hand.

That card makes her breath hitch in her throat, and stands paralyzed with them in her hands. Every index card is filled with pop culture references, but what’s more, they’re all her favorite things. One by one she flips through them, scanning for anything else, but they’re all her. He’s been taking notes on all the things she likes so that he’ll understand what she’s saying or what she’s referencing.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” The sound of his voice makes her jump, and she turns to see him standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He’s been home this whole time? He must have gotten back late last night, as he always calls her to let her know when he’s returned. When he realizes what she has in her hands, his eyes grow wide, and his mouth falls open. Horror-stricken. “Wh-what… how did – where did you get that?”

“It was on the couch,” she says softly. In sharp contrast, her heart is beating too loudly, so loud she cannot think. It’s hard to breathe. The only thing she can think to do is flee. “Um – I didn’t think you were home. I brought your mail. I’ll just be going, then.”

She starts towards the door, but just before she can open it, something stops her. That title flashes in her mind – Stop Being Lonely. What will he think if she runs away now? So she turns back to look at him, still rooted to floor in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Those index cards- what are they for?”

The sigh he heaves is so deep it seems he’s exhaled his very spirit. He rests his head in his hands and mumbles, “They’re references to pop culture. Things I wanted to learn.”

Fingers shaking, she glances back down at the stack. White paper covered in his messy, scrawling script. “But these things – they’re all about me.

The tentative statement rests in the air, and her heart beats so loudly as she waits for him to respond.

“Yes,” is all he gives her.

“Why?”

“Because…” Spencer looks up at the ceiling, eyes searching for answer that won’t appear for him, no matter how hard he wills it to be so. “Because I don’t want to be lonely anymore. I want to make friends, and I want to understand people. I’m not good at that.”

The books on the couch tell her as much, and it breaks her heart that he’s so achingly lonely, longing for a connection. Still, it hasn’t answered her question. “But why me? Why only the things I like?” She’s not sure why her voice has fallen so soft, but she feels she is treading lightly, afraid to wake up whatever revelation lies sleeping.

Spencer walks over to her and takes the index cards gently from her hands, setting them aside with the self-help books. He gazes down at her, and never did she think that a single look would be able to take her breath away. All she can focus on is the softness in his eyes and how near he is to her.

“Of all the people I want to understand, you mean the most. When we talk, I want to catch all the references you make to books and music. I want to know what movies make you happy and what movies make you cry. I want to be able to read you, as easily as I can read my favorite stories. I want to feel the opposite of loneliness, but I want to feel it with you.”

Like a broken record, she repeats, “Why me?”

He shakes his head, bemused by all her questions. “It had to be you. It’s always been you. Ever since that first day you came racing up the steps and nearly knocked me over. There was so much life in your eyes, and just by proximity to you I felt more alive. I wanted to feel that away every day. Then that night you fell asleep on my couch after we watched The Breakfast Club, and you told me about your parents, something in my heart changed. You changed me, and I’ve never been one to like change, but it’s different with you. I feel better with you. You make me better.”

The air around them feels heavier and she struggles to breathe it in. There are so many words, so many things to process, and she can’t quite wrap her head around the pieces of the puzzle that are falling into place.

“That can’t be right. I’m not anyone special.” There’s no way that someone like her can have changed someone like him – someone so brilliant, so brave.

He takes half a step closer, and she swears that for a moment, the world stops spinning. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever known.” Briefly, his hand cups her cheek, before he pulls away. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I – I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You haven’t,” she assures him.

“I know I’m weird, and I’m awkward, and I’m not particularly attractive, but I do care about you. Very much. It’s just that I’ve been alone for so long, and I know that doesn’t exactly help, but…” He’s rambling faster than his brain can keep up with, face red and jaw clenched. Anxious. Scared. It’s then that she realizes he’s bracing himself for what he thinks is going to be an inevitable rejection. Apologizing for allowing himself to feel something for her.

“Spencer,” she says, cutting him off. “You don’t need to explain anything. I understand.” Then, she places one hand on his chest, right over his heart. “And you’re not alone. You’re not, okay? I’m right here. I know you, and I don’t care whether or not you know about John Hughes movies or popular songs. None of that changes how I feel about you.” Though she has to admit, she’s overwhelmed by the gesture. Who else would take the time to keep track of all of the things she loved simply because they wanted to make her happy? There is nobody else on the planet like him. This man before her, he’s nothing short of incredible.

“H-how do you feel, exactly?” he asks. She decides not to justify that with words. Instead she pulls him closer, stands on her toes, and presses her lips to his. Once, soft, for just a heartbeat, before pulling away to meet his eyes. When he doesn’t protest, she moves back in, and he responds in kind, kissing her deeply, passionately. His hand in her hair, her arms around his neck. Nothing is left unsaid in the movements between them.

“I don’t want you to be lonely,” she whispers, when they part. “I want to be with you. I want to be by your side. I’ve wanted that for so long.” When he pulls her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her shoulder, she can feel him trembling. That burden of isolation he’s been bearing for so long has finally been set down. The disbelief and shock overtakes him, and it’s all she can do to hold him as he cries. She’s crying too, and she doesn’t know why – only that there is some empty ache within her that has now been filled, a place she didn’t realize had been hollow before.

With time, the books slowly disappear. The spend some much time enveloped in the opposite of loneliness together, and it’s deliriously blissful. He takes her to meet his team, and she can see how much they love him. How much they care.

He needs no book to tell him how to form deep relationships and meaningful connections. All the connections have been there before him, all along. Waiting for him to realize the love he has for them is not one-sided. Waiting for him to accept the love he is more than worthy of.

And when it’s late and they’re lying side by side, all she can think of is how lucky she is that she is the one who gets to give such love to him. And she is the one who is so loved by him.

No, they aren’t alone anymore. This, this is exactly the opposite. An emotion she cannot name, but knows by heart each time he looks her way.

Lady In Red

Jason x female!reader

This is kind of like a masquerade type thing…I’m literally typing this in English class right now. I’m supposed to be taking notes. 😭

As I was writing this, i never realized how much i wrote until the end.

Idk what to feel about this one shot though. I’m  just writing anything that pops in my head.

Also, tbvh it was hard to write Jason’s pov like, how do you other writers do it? 

Anyway, on with the story 😬.  

~

You were binge watching your favorite tv show in the middle of the day when you heard a knock on the door.

You’re not friends with that many people so it’s very strange that someone was visiting you at this hour on a Saturday afternoon.

Hitting pause on the remote, you stood up off the couch and made your way towards your door.

“Who is it?” You called out before checking the peep hole.

Hesitantly, you opened the door, “Uh, why’d you come all the way up here?” You asked, looking at the mailman up and down.

The mailman smiled politely, “I was advised to give this to you personally,” He turned to reach inside his bag full of packages and mail and took out a black slick envelope, “For you, miss.”

You took the envelope letting out a small thank you.

After the mailman left, you closed the door, looking down at the envelope. In beautiful white calligraphy, your name was written on the back.

You opened it without hesitation.

You never felt so shocked in your entire life,

Dear (Y/N),
This invitation is to inform you that you are invited to the Annual Masquerade Ball at the Wayne Manor this coming up Friday night at 9:30pm. This invitation was sent to all the citizens of Gotham, we do hope you can attend this beautiful night. Please be sure to wear appropriate clothing. The theme will be black and white.

Yours truly,
The Wayne Family

It took a few seconds for you to comprehend what you just read. You re-read the invitation over and over again just to make sure it’s real. Before you knew it, you were screaming with joy. 

~~ 

The invitation said that the theme is black and white, but you wanted to break that rule. The gown you bought was the most beautiful blood red dress you have ever seen. Not only did it compliment your curves, it was also elegant with a bit of sexy. You also bought black heels, because of course black goes with everything, and a black mask with elegant twirls.

It was now the night of the ball and you were walking up the stairs towards the entrance of the Wayne Manor. The door was open, and a butler was standing near one of the double doors. He was checking invites with a strange flashlight.

He checked all of the invites of those who were in front of you, now it was your turn.

You put on your mask, and walked up towards the butler.

The butler has a British accent, “Good evening, miss. Hope you have a wonderful night,” He says with a warm smile as he waved the light on the invitation. You saw a familiar symbol when he did that but couldn’t really make out what it really was. Your best guess was that there was something written there, but in invisible ink, “If you need anything, just call for Alfred, that would be me.” He finished and smiled again before handing your invitation back.

You smiled at the adorable old man, letting out a thank you. He didn’t notice the fact that you were breaking the dress code because of the long black trench coat you wore above your dress.

Without anyone looking, you took off the trench coat as you walked in.

As you walked in the manor, you had to open another set of double doors. 

The ballroom was beyond spectacular. Music was playing, people were either gossiping or just chatting, but as you walked through the doors everyone literally stopped what they were doing and turned to you. 

The attention was nerve wracking, you were the only one wearing a different color. Women were wearing either white or black and so were the men.

You mentally shook off your nervous thoughts and walked around looking for a certain table that has a card with your name on it. 

“Who is she?”

“Why is she wearing red?”

“Attention seeker probably.” Someone snickered. You turned your head as you reached your table, glowering at the girl who said that about you. You felt a sense of victory after she pathetically cowered away.

You turned back and sat down at your table, letting out a short sigh. 

JASON’S POV

“Oh come on, I can beat you in an arm wrestling match any day, bet.” I said to the little demon a little over dramatically.

Damian never stopped talking about this new “game” he learned in school yesterday and wanted to start an arm wrestling match with literally everyone in the house.

Except Alfred, he knows he shouldn’t mess with Alfred.

“Is that so, Todd. Well, if you would like to lose this bet then-” His gaze was drawn to somewhere else. His jaw dropped, which was really shocking, he never did this before since he’s always scowling.

Except when he’s asleep, I hate to admit it but he looks fucking adorable when he sleeps, “What are you looking at?” I asked as I turned my head towards the entrance.

It was like something from a book. She caught everyones attention by just opening the double doors. My mind turned blank when I saw her. After the Lazerous Pit, my mind was fucking messed up. That pounding you hear after listening to very loud music, imagine just hearing that every second. She just made everything quiet. All this anxiety just…disappeared. 

Ever since the Lazerous Pit, I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn clown, I’ve always felt empty and cold inside. But this girls just made me feel like fireworks have erupted in me.

I finally felt peace.

“She’s mine.” 

“She’s mine.”

I looked down, glaring at Damian, “Excuse me, sit the fuck down you’re like 4.” 

He closed is eyes, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, “For your information Todd, when I was 4 I climbed-”

“Yeah yeah I know whatever.” I interrupted him by pushing him towards our table. 

Damian started yelling at me in Arabic but before he could even stab me, I made my way towards the girl. She was sitting at the table on the other side of the room.

I strode over, making sure my cologne was still making me smell like a million bucks.

I was only a few feet away when I finally got a real good look of her, her (h/c) hair wasn’t up in any style, it was loose.

Beautiful.

And that dress really, really suits her. 

She seems like she was in her own little world when I arrived at her table, not noticing I was even there.

When I spoke up, “Hey, I’m Jason.” Her attention was finally on me.

Her smile took my breath away. Right at this moment, I knew that this would be the start of something amazing.

Undo (4)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Description: You’re wandering aimlessly when you meet him: the tall man who looks like an angel, the bright red hair on top of his head resembling fire. This angel boy tries to help you, but you soon find out more about him that turns your world upside down.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, sexual themes

Word Count: 3,953

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

“Y-you what?” His eyes were wide as he searched yours for any signs of misinterpretation. You were sure that you knew how you felt, just because you didn’t remember anything didn’t mean that you didn’t know how you felt now.

“I love you.” You replied, swallowing despite how dry your mouth was. “I…I still don’t remember anything but I love you.” You watched as he processed this information, a dumbfounded look on his face.

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I Don’t Know

Title: I Don’t Know

Pairing: You Choose (male) x gender neutral!reader

Word Count: 630

Warnings: body insecurities, fluff

Summary: You don’t like your body and he gives you some love.

A/N: Hi again! I wanted to write something for as many people as I could about a problem everybody has. I’m aware of plus size!reader inserts, which are awesome (bc werk them curves aight) but as a small, short, non athletic, flabby, non curved gal, I wanted to represent all body types. Of course, that means pretty vague descriptions, but I really feel that it’s important to show some love for others as well as myself. I hope you enjoy :)

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You stood in front of the full length mirror in your room, examining your body just like one of those self conscious teens on TV. You ran your hand over your stomach and squeezed your arms.

You sighed, trying to obtain some decency from the image of your body before you. It was hard not to have insecurities. Some days you’ll be distracted by how good your hair looks in the mirror one day. And the next day, the same thing happens except you can’t get over how that pimple looks on your face or how your butt doesn’t seem to fit you anymore.

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

The knock at the door startled you, but you blinked it away. “Come in,” you said turning around facing the door.

The door creaked open and your boyfriend poked his head in.

“You’ve been in here a while. Are you okay?” he said, brows furrowed with concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you sniffed and drew up a bright, fake grin.

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Remedy (6)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, smut-ish, fluffy, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

Taglist is fixed! Please message me if you want to be tagged. (not on this post pls, just message; I just can’t keep up otherwise!)

Remedy (1) Remedy (2) Remedy (3) Remedy (4) Remedy (5)

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wreakedhavok  asked:

5 times we were never alone and the one time we were + Alex ❤️

Alex Summers + this prompt list

A/N: Karley my love I’m so sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. @mvximoff @rax-writes wanna suffer too? anyway this is angst for days so enjoy y’all and also can anyone tell me what my damage is when it comes to water based metaphors bc idk wtf is going on there

inspired by (or something) neptune by sleeping at last

It was supposed to be just the two of you. It’s not, but it was supposed to be. You smile tightly at Alex across the room, across the sofa that is now too full of your boyfriend’s friends to fit you next to him. He smiles tensely, apologetically back at you. I’m sorry, his eyes say. I forgot you wanted it to be just us. I’m sorry. Your hands are cold as you twist and untwist the hem of your sweater, another mechanical smile pulling at your lips. The movie on but it’s just background noise for you. It’s fine, you’ll tell Alex later. It’s fine. It doesn’t matter. We’ll have time for us another night. Maybe you’ll remember it when you’ve had a less stressful week.

Maybe he will.

He probably won’t.

You don’t want to fight with him. You never wanted to fight with him, but it feels like you’re suffocating under the weight of things that don’t work about the two of you, and you’d swear you were never this incompatible before. Funny how things work out like that sometimes.

The movie plays on and you keep twisting and untwisting the hem of your sweater and stare blankly at the TV screen as you think of ways to avoid fighting when the others all leave for the night.


Raven is waiting by the door, hovering with tension evident in her face as you stare evenly back at Alex. You can feel the uncertainty radiating from her and you know she doesn’t want to be here, doesn’t want to have to be seeing this. It’s not her fault she’s seeing it, though.

“Alex, I told you. I can’t do tonight. I’ve been telling you all week that I’d be busy with the work function tonight.” Your chin is raised defiantly and you refuse to back down or to show the slightest sign of weakness. He sets his jaw and exhales slowly.

“It’s another party. Do you have to go to another party with the same twenty something people you’ve already met a hundred times-” he starts and you fold your arms.

“Yes, I have to be there, Alex. I have to go. I even asked if you wanted to go when it was first organised and you said no. Which is why Raven is coming instead of you,” you remind him, a little too sweetly for the apology in your tone to be genuine.

There’s a pause that echoes sharply, like something is fracturing, breaking irreparably. Something is changing between the two of you and you don’t want to think about it right now, so you just smile tightly and move to kiss his cheek and say “Another night, baby. I appreciate that you wanted time for just the two of us. Another night.”

You can feel him watching you as you turn on your heel and make to leave, taking hold of Raven’s arm as you let the door swing shut behind you.


“So, how are you two?” The question hangs in the air, like bait in the water as the shark circles below, just out of sight. You risk a quick glance at Alex, offering him the chance to answer first, unsure just how much of the damage the two of you are willing to reveal to the other people at the party. He meets your gaze and then as suddenly as if a switch has been flicked, he smiles brilliantly and turns back to meet Betsy’s eyes.

“We’re great. Things have been busy lately, what with work and everything, but we’re both doing fine, if a bit tired.” You’ve only met her once or twice before. She’s Warren’s girlfriend and she’s just trying to be polite. She wouldn’t have known just how loaded the question she posed was. Alex can feel the way your hand tightens slightly on his arm, and out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way his smile flickers slightly, can feel the way his arm tenses briefly. The well-practiced façade of ‘fine’ is tired. Is run down. Is barely believable.

The room is suddenly far too full and you wish you hadn’t come to this party. You don’t even know who’s hosting. Someone from Alex’s work. Someone you’ve probably met before, but can’t remember. Maybe if you remembered who was hosting, you wouldn’t be fighting with Alex like you are-have been. Alex’s body temperature has always run high, but right now his arm is ice cold under your touch, and you feel so distanced from yourself that you might as well be floating miles above everyone else.

The rest of the crowd is unaware of the tension rising between you and your boyfriend, but you feel it’s sharp talons dig into your spine and you know they’ll stay there until you’re home, until the wave breaks and the latest fight begins.


You’re tired-so unspeakably tired. You’re sitting in bed, staring at a book you thought you wanted to read and wishing you were somewhere else. You can hear the faint murmur of Alex’s voice in the next room, the low answering hum of Hank’s voice in response, but you can’t make out the words. You don’t think you want to. The exhaustion radiating through your body makes you feel like you’re sinking down into the mattress and you’re hovering right on the edge of dreamless, weary oblivion, but sleep isn’t overtaking you fast enough to outrun your thoughts. You don’t know when loving him got this hard. Because you do still love him, but these days, it doesn’t feel like loving him is enough to make things work for the two of you.

You haven’t fought much lately. It feels like you’re both tiptoeing delicately around each other, hoping that the feigned peace will last, hoping that if you pretend for long enough it might become real again. It won’t, and you both know it, and right now you’re too tired to let yourself cling to a false hope. Your hands are numb as you set your book aside and you shift onto your side, pulling the covers up to your chin and wondering idly if things could have been different.

Doesn’t matter now, though. Things aren’t different. Things are bad and you and your love and your exhaustion are caught right in the middle of it all. There’s a low sigh from the other room and you hear Hank say sympathetically “I’m sorry,” and you wish you didn’t know what he was apologising for, but you do. Or at least, you can guess. And you know it’s not Hank’s fault.


You sit back against the sofa in the coffee shop, warming your hands against your mug of hot chocolate as you tune out the voices of Sean and Angel, chatting idly beside you, your gaze fixed on Alex’s back as he waits in line for his coffee. It’s bittersweet as he glances back and smiles at you. You feel like you’re standing on thin, cracking ice, and there’s a pit in your stomach that reminds you of falling. You’re tired and so is he. The carefully engineered veneer of ‘fine’ is fractured almost beyond repair and you know your friends are all treading delicately around the both of you. The looks of sympathy from the others is almost more painful than knowing that sooner or later, you’ll have to call this whole thing off.

The hot chocolate burns your tongue a little as you take a sip and you wonder absentmindedly if Alex can feel the end looming over the two of you as clearly as you can. He glances back at you again, and the flicker of something desperate in his eyes tells you he can. Maybe that’ll make it easier. Maybe it’ll feel more like falling asleep than drowning when you both finally let go. You wonder if it would hurt less if you blamed him for it all. Even if it might, you can’t find it in you to put all of the blame on him. It’s your fault too.


The room is empty, except for the two of you and it feels like the walls might cave in. He’s right there but there might as well be a million goddamn miles between the two of you. You could reach out and touch him if you wanted to, but you’re afraid that if you try, your hand will pass right through where it looks like he’s standing. It doesn’t feel real. None of this feels real. You force yourself to meet his gaze, dragging your own from your feet, your head feeling like it’s full of cement.

“Yeah. I get it. We-it-yeah.” The words slip numbly from your lips, and you’re barely paying attention to your actions. “I understand, Alex. It’s okay.”

It’s not okay. It’s the furthest thing from okay, but trying to hold on, trying to prolong this would only make it worse. His brow is furrowed and his eyes are distant and glassy and you wonder if you look like that. Worse, probably.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. His voice is low and hoarse and a little desperate. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be better for you.” His words are like a final plea for you to stop this, for you to reach out and take hold of him and pull him back to shore. You know that’s how he feels because you feel the same way. But you know this has to be over. It’ll hurt, but if you cling to this broken love you’ll only end up hating each other. You take a deep breath and square your shoulders.

“I’m sorry too. I hope-I hope we’re both happier after this.” This is the grown-up thing to do, you tell yourself. This is the right thing to do. It feels like you’re letting go of the safety raft, letting yourself drift aimlessly into the dark current. “I love you. I want you to be happy. And being happy means we have to call this off.”

Letting go feels a little like drowning, a little like falling asleep. It’s different to how you thought but it doesn’t hurt any less. You smile sadly at him and reach out to squeeze his hand. He’s real. His fingers flex under your touch and he lets out a long, shuddery breath. “Yeah,” he says almost inaudibly. “This needs to be over, doesn’t it?”

Your smile has jagged edges and you can feel your head slipping under the water, safety slipping from your grip.

“Yeah. It does.”

Svt's Reaction to their S/O who's secretly an otaku

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Seungcheol- Is it just me or would Seungcheol be super confused at first? “Babe, a package came in the mail? It’s a bunch of manga and anime stuff? When did you buy all this?” He’d find it super cute though when he finds out. A lot of teasing… “Damn sweetheart, you don’t even obsess about Seventeen as much as some of this…” He’d probably be super curious what it was all about. Finds out your next shipment of stuffs is coming at 5:00pm and ends up staying up until 4:00am reading/watching anime. He’s hooked. Now he obsessively nerds out with you about all your favs and y'all get into fights over who’s merch was who’s.

“Stop stealing my manga to read on the toilet, y/n!!!”

Originally posted by scoupstv

Jeonghan- Probably doesn’t understand it whatsoever, but he loves you so he’s not going to complain about it. Unless you’re not paying enough attention to him, then he’ll jokingly take your stuff and hide it somewhere high up or under his shirt. “Yah! Are you in love with this or me, huh?” Always falls asleep on the couch with his head on your shoulder while you’re catching up on the latest and unapologetically fake snores or tickles you to get your attention. Surprisingly takes extreme care to never damage any of your prized possessions until maybe one day when something goes missing and he claims it wasn’t him although you found it under his pillow.

“I swear, I was just using it for scientific research, don’t kill me, y/n.” 

Originally posted by eggyyoon

Joshua- This dork is freaking the fluff out, he’s always been super into this kind of stuff and can’t believe you never told him so he could have someone to fanboy/girl over it with him. “Have you seen/watched/read this?” “You have to check this one out, y/n!” You both probably have every evening dedicated to geeking out together and making theories, a lot of discussions and arguments over plot, favorite characters, best ships. He’d probably be more happy about the whole thing than you are because now he doesn’t have to hide it either.

“Y/n, this just means we're a better match for each other, more than we thought!”

Originally posted by lovejoshua17

Jun- Oh my god this boi will tease you forever I swear. But not in the mean way, just enough to make you react in a way he thinks is freaking adorable. And because he wants to make you think he’s jealous. “Wouldn’t you rather be staring at me all day?” You of course tease him back and say no, which he lowkey get’s offended. You always explain the plot to him over and over because he forgets a lot. He wants to understand what he’s watching or reading but also just wants to hear you talk about something so passionately. Eventually he’ll want your attention on him again. 

“Babe I’m so much better. Better looking, I’m a real person, which means I can touch you…”

Originally posted by soohuis

Hoshi- Turns into a little fluffy hamster because even if he doesn’t like it as much as dance, he can appreciate you and your loves. In his mind it’s like, me = dance, y/n = anime. Thinks your reaction is the fluffiest ever so constantly buys you manga or anime plushies. Definitely will watch your shows with you. Cries when someone dies. “Y/n why? did? that? why?” “Soonyoungie, that didn’t kill them, they have powers.” “Oh.” Gets inspired by the manga or anime and creates seventeen’s choreography with it. So next time you guys watch or read together,

“OOO! Remember that choreo I showed you, it was from this.”

Originally posted by howon

Wonwoo- You know this boy already loves to read. So when he finds out you like anime and manga, he’s reluctant. Not because he’s judging you but because he wants to like it too but what if manga isn’t his thing. Ends up really liking some of them because he really likes the plot, character, etc. Becomes comfortable with all the pictures with words. And secretly loves it just as much as you. “Y/n~ look what I got.” “HOW. THAT JUST RELEASED!” “Hehe, when me and the guys were in Japan…” You guys read them together. Always. But.

“BABE, did you read the first chapter without me?? I can see the book creases!”

Originally posted by sunkissedhao

Woozi- He’s the one pretending to not understand why you’re obsessing over this when he knows perfectly well why. Endless teasing, “Babe, why is there a small plastic person staring at me when we sleep?” Secretly thinks it’s adorable but would never admit it to you. He also loves anime but every time you bring this up he’s like, “what? who”. Denies any kind of fanboying he’s ever done. “nope you got the wrong person.” One day out of nowhere, he makes you listen to this track. “I got inspired while you were listening to that ost, and your love and passion for it made me realize all over again how beautiful you are and I put this together to remind you of that.”

“I can sometimes pay attention, you know y/n, and what I saw, I won’t forget, passion and beauty, something I admire a lot.”

Originally posted by letmebangteen

Dk- Practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. Will ask you to explain everything too him with a bright smile. Get into multiple anime and manga but forgets it all. Always wants to watch it to see what’s it about but asks questions. “I DIDN’T KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT” Still fanboys with you, hypes everything up, buys you gifts when he remembers. You think he’s the most adorable ever because he’ll fanboy about something not knowing it at all. “Do you remember this character at all?” “Nope”

“Which one is that, y/n? Should I style my hair like that? Would it make you laugh?”

Originally posted by shininghoshi

MIngyu- Protests about it at first, but will end up doing everything with you. Only protests because he wanted you to fangirl about him. He tries really hard to get into stuff with you, but he doesn’t really ever understand what happens. He’s too distracted by their hair colors and outfit choices to pay attention to the plot. He’s willing to bake themed cakes and make other themed foods for you whenever though, keeps dinners interesting. And good luck if you fangirl/boy over just one character too much. That’s going to make Mingyu playfully jealous, a lot of tickling and teasing and chasing around the sofa if you keep going on and on about your fav.

I mean I admit he’s handsome and cool, but I’m a much better visual to stare at.”

Originally posted by svnteen-idiots


The8- He’d probably act the most indifferent on the outside, ”I’m not stupid, y/n, there’s a life-size cardboard cutout in the closet, did you think I didn’t notice?“ "Everyone has their own likes and preferences, doesn’t change the fact that I love you. So why even hide it in the first place?” Secretly looks at your stuff so one day when you’re talking about your fav otp, out of nowhere he says, “ ______ makes a better couple though.” You both would probably playfully bicker over the best couples all the time. He still pretends he’s not just as obsessive as you are though.

“I love you, quirks and all. Plus if you can still love me after trying to flip water bottles for a good hour or so, it all works out in the end.”

Originally posted by rappershua

 Seungkwan- Is like what is this? at first. But honestly just pretending because he already kinda knew because of Joshua. Just wanted to see you slightly offended because you look cute. He’s going to be EXTRA af though. Goes around screaming character catchphrases and singing the OST’s at the top of his lungs. Cosplays as characters he barely knows and jumps off of chairs and from behind doors to scare you. “Guess who I am babe?” Acts out scenes repeatedly and runs around yelling and overacting as usual. Is fascinated by the costuming choices,

“Gosh for seventeen next concept, we’ll dress up as anime characters.”

Originally posted by kyungminie

Vernon- Finds it hella hilarious because he fanboys over stuff all the time and now he knows you do too. Y'all now both have your own fandoms that you always obsess over and neither of you want to get into the other’s. “A new episode comes out tonight!” “I already called dibs on the tv though!” A lot of tickle fights to see who gets the tv. He thinks it’s great that you have obsessions like he does and although you both aren’t really interested in each other’s fandoms, y'all fangirl/boy together. Also steals your fav character body pillow to snuggle with.

“I don’t know who this is, but if you want it back y/n, you’re going to have to take its place.”

Originally posted by sneezes

Dino- This cutie is a confused marshmallow. He’s really respectful of your interests though, and never refuses you when you ask him to watch something with you. He can’t help it, you’re too cute to refuse. He, like Minghao, wouldn’t understand why you had to hide it though. He’ll drag you out to stores he researched and ask you to pick out all your favs, and then just listens to you rant about certain issues or episodes or characters. He loves listening to you go on and on about it and out of curiosity ask you to point out stuff in shops and explain the whole plot to him.

“SO you’re telling me, that there are like 60 characters you have to keep track of? How?”

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

Search and Seizure (Pt 1 of 2)

A/N: In honor of getting over 100 followers. This fic is near and dear to my heart. I struggle with epilepsy. I decided to write an epileptic reader into one of my fics because it helps me process it. I hope that’s okay.

You were on your way back from your pharmacy run. You buy something innocuous as well, this time toothpaste, to disguise why you really went to the drug store–to refill your prescriptions. You head back to Brendon’s and knock on the door. He lets you in with a smile and a little kiss.

“Hey Y/n,” he says “Where’d you sneak off to?”
“Had to get toothpaste,” you reply.
“You know there was a full tube in the closet,” he says, feeling bad that you went out just to get it.
“Oh oops, I didn’t know,” you reply easily with a smile.
“Oh well, just one less thing to buy on the tour,” Brendon says happily, kissing the top of your head. You smile up at him and go to your room, closing the door behind you.

You sorted your pills into each slot of your weekly box.

Three of these in the morning and night
One of those day and night too
One of that, but only at night
Two of the others, but only in the morning


Damn, you are one heavily medicated person. Whatever it takes to stay healthy, you guess it’s worth it. You had never been on tour before, and you were so excited. It was your last couple days of packing up before you leave. You were nervous though. Your epilepsy usually flared up when you don’t get enough sleep.

Brendon doesn’t even know you have seizures. He’s obviously noticed you take medication, but you’re discreet about it and he never asks. You don’t want him to treat you differently, or have him worry about you all the time. You’re sure he would overreact. You had been with Brendon for a year now, and your epilepsy had been so well controlled, you haven’t had a seizure in almost two years. It wasn’t really important for him to know. Until now. Who knew if your epilepsy would remain under control in such a new environment. You worry the craziness of touring might mess with it.

Once you begin the tour, all of your worries fade away. Every show Brendon performs is like pure magic and it keeps you going. And the celebration sex? Mind blowing. You are so proud of Brendon. You watch him from off stage pretty much every show, usually with Zach, and unabashedly jam out. Zach stands by while he silently judges you, but you occasionally force him to join in. He’s so tough looking, but he has a soft spot for you.

It’s two weeks into the tour and you’re getting exhausted. One night, you’re less enthusiastic than usual back stage during the show. Zach nudges you with his elbow.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah,” you brush it off as convincingly as possible, “just tired.”

The show ends and you make your way back to the bus. You climb into the bunk after putting on some pjs and you feel Brendon join you. He wraps an arm around you. You turn over to face him and he strokes your arm.

“Hey babe,” he says, “how are you feeling? You seem like you’re draggin.”

Zach totally told on you. Damn him.

“I’m fine,” you reply cooly, “not everyone is used to touring the whole goddamn world, ya know?” You laugh.

Brendon smiles and kisses you gently. “As long as you’re okay…” Brendon trails off.

“Yes,” you reply confidently, “and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He leans in and kisses you again. His face then becomes serious.

“Get some sleep.” He starts to move from the bunk but you grab his arm. He looks back at you surprised.

“Don’t go,” you say, and he looks concerned. “I’ll get lonely,” you added with a smile, covering up your anxiety. He seemed convinced that it was the only reason you wanted him to stay. Truthfully, it was because you’re scared. What if something happened? What if you had a seizure in your sleep and choked on your vomit and you never woke up?

Brendon stripped down to his boxers, tossing his clothes out from behind the curtain of the bunk. You cuddle up next to him and fall asleep nearly instantly.

You wake up the next morning and the bed is empty. You sit up quickly, but you hear Brendon’s voice coming from the tiny kitchen talking to Dallon, and you calm down. You stretch and roll out of bed, padding into the kitchen area. Brendon is manning a pan on the stove top. His eyes light up as you enter.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Brendon greets you.

“Well hi there, sleeping beauty!” Zach joked.

“What time is it?” You ask as you lean into Brendon’s chest and he kisses you on the top of your head.

“Eleven,” Dallon replies.

Your eyes grow wide. “Gees why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I wanted you to get some extra sleep,” Brendon says, rubbing your back. You nod gratefully and step away, sliding into the booth next to Dallon. Dallon puts an arm around you.

“Want to eat? We’re making pancakes,” Dallon announced.

“Yeah, sure,” you reply happily. The door to the bus swung open and Kenny and Dan climbed up. They both sat down on the couch.

Pancakes were served up soon after. The boys start talking about the set list for their show tonight. Dallon lists off the songs on his fingers, everyone nodding as he went. As soon as he mentioned Sins there was a collective groan, especially from Brendon. You smirked.

“Oh come on guys, do it for the fans!” You coach.

“Fine,” Brendon pouts. The conversation continued.

“We could close out with Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time,” Dallon suggested.

“I kind of li–” you started, but didn’t finish.

Everyone’s attention was on you, but you said nothing. A blank stare took over your face.

“Y/n?” Brendon asked you. You don’t respond at all. The boys are unsure what to think, but worry consumes Brendon. “Y/n?” He called loudly, leaning over the table to shake your shoulder. After some delay, you speak,

“–ike when you close out victorious, though.”

You see everyone staring at you with the strangest expression. Gees, was closing with Victorious that bizarre of an idea? You realize Brendon is touching your arm. When did that happen?

“Y/n,” Brendon says, confused, “Are you okay?”

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#80 [Seth Rollins]

#80: “Why did I marry you?” - “It took a lot of convincing.” from the list here.


You liked a lot of the things that you did with Seth. You liked getting to fly to random cities in America, road-tripping between shows with him, living out of a suitcase for a few days. You liked sitting in the audience at a WWE show, or backstage if you felt less than social, to watch your husband do what he was so passionate about. You liked when he came home to you, spending a couple weekdays with you, though because you too held a job it was a still a coordinated affair.

But what you loved beyond measure, was when Seth had a random weekend off, or you took a day off from work during the week, where you both got to spend the entire day together. When neither of you had to set an alarm clock or had somewhere to run off to. When it was just an easy, lazy day around the house, where you just coexisted together, making plans right before they had to be made.

This was one such day. You had decided to take off from work, allowing you and Seth to sleep in, eventually get up for coffee, only to return back to bed. You stayed there for a while, cuddled, fought for ownership of the covers, talked, loved on the dogs, until eventually due to sheer hunger alone you had to get up for the day. After having what was basically brunch, wherein you almost ruined the toast, and Seth had kicked you out of the kitchen, you retired to the living room. He cued up a video game to play, while you curled up in the corner of the couch with a book. The dogs put themselves elsewhere in the room, content to sleep on their beds.

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Deadly Secrets

(gif credit to the creator)

Part Three

Master List

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,225
Warnings: language, death, homicide
A/N: Part three is here! Italics are flashbacks. If you’d like to be tagged let me know, in an ask (it’s the best way for me to keep track)! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

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Drowning

Ten x Reader

Request: @ask-thewhiphand submitted; Could I get 5 and 3 with the Tenth Doctor pretty please?

@alix-winchester asked: I’m thinking you’re busy right now but if not I’d like to request a 3 & 5 on the prompt list where reader talks to Jack about everything but the doctor (10) doesn’t know she’s depressed. When they start dating she gets afraid he’ll leave and she runs away but he doesn’t find out why until after he’s gone looking and found her. (I’m sorry if this is too specific, you can bend a couple things if you want. Just looking for a little angst near the start and mostly fluff)

Hey there! While one of your requests has more specifics, I ended up combining both of them since they called for the same Doctor, and same prompts. Also, I just wanted to mention since I personally have not attempted suicide, and I have not experienced what it is to be, and feel like in that exact situation, I wasn’t fully sure how to write in this perspective. I did what I thought I could do, and in a way that I was able to identify with, but if anything is offensive or is harmful I will change what I need to. With that said, I did alter some things, and adjusted the dialogue to fit what the story ended up being. I hope that that’s okay! Thank you for requesting, I hope you come by again! xoxo

Title: Drowning

Warnings: Cursing, angst, depression, obsessive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, mentions of suicide

Word Count: 3,623


Everything had been going great for you so far. You had been able to go one wondrous, and amazing adventures with a man you were falling for, and your best friend in the whole universe. You hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. While you had been traveling with the Doctor and Jack for almost two years, you and the Doctor had only been officially together for almost six months. You had to give thanks to Jack really, since he was the one who was able to get the two of you to admit your feelings for each other.

While it wasn’t a secret that you had been living with depression, you kept it away from the Doctor as much as you could. You didn’t want to feel like you were burdening him, and your relationship. It just didn’t feel like it was the right time to begin talking to him about it, or trying to navigate a way of life for the two of you and your depression. You wanted to just be with him right now, and not worry about all the serious stuff.

Jack had been a wonderful friend to you throughout your time together. He was always there for you if you needed him to listen to you, talk to you, or just be with you during the times you couldn’t be alone. In return, you were there for him as well through thick and thin, making the two of you become very close. He never told the Doctor because you had asked him not to, and he was respectful of your boundaries. When you were ready, you would talk about it. However, while you were happier than what you thought most people were able to experience, it didn’t make the hard times less difficult for you to go through.

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Dylan Strome imagine

Think about an overgrown child taking care of small children.

The collective term for ‘nieces and nephews’ is nibling. I think that’s adorable.

For: @starrygirl2014 sorry it took so long

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Originally posted by dallas41chicago88

“No! Absolutely not!”

Your older siblings had asked you to babysit for the weekend since they and their spouses wanted to go to a special couples retreat. Apparently they got it cheaper since they booked a double package which left you to take care of them. Your boyfriend Dylan on the other hand did not approve.

“I don’t even know how to take care of a goldfish, why would you trust me with a toddler?”

You just sighed. How hard could it be to take care of five small children and one giant child?

Surprisingly the baby was the easiest to take care of. Your sister in law gave you one of those things that you use to strap babies to your chest, which helped you keep an eye on your tiny nephew. Your other niblings were still running around the house with exception of your brother’s youngest daughter who was currently napping on the couch. Dylan sat next to her watching an old Coyotes game with the sound low. You were trying to make something healthy for dinner with your nephew strapped to your back so he didn’t get in the way when you heard a loud crash followed by Dylan calling your name. You turned the heat off and walked to the living room as fast as you could, expecting the worst. The first thing you did was look at Dylan who just looked at you helplessly and pointed at the three older kids that were fighting in the corner of the living room. A vase had fallen off a cabinet and at least one of them was crying. They saw you and immediately ran over, tugging at your clothes and you had a hard time preventing the baby from crying as well.

“Auntie Y/N, Sean pushed me in the backyard and now my knee hurts!”

“I did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too, i saw it! And he took away my toy truck!”

On your back the baby had begun to cry too and your niece on the couch clung to Dylan, close to tears herself. How did your siblings manage?!

You tried your best to separate the fighting brothers and then took your niece Millie to the bathroom to take care of her scraped knee. Dylan was supposed to watch the boys so after you put a band aid on Millie’s knee while simultaneously trying to calm down little Tommy on your arms you made your way back downstairs. The living room was awfully quiet and for a second you thought that they all miraculously fell asleep but then you saw the boys sitting on the sofa. They had their heads together whispering and you feared the worst.

“What’s going on?”

They looked in your direction before turning back around.

“Uncle Dylan is showing us pictures of his brothers. Did you know that they fight alot but still love each other very much?”

“Oh really, do they?”

“Yeah. But when they fight they always make up just like Sean and me. Because brothers stick together.”

You looked over at Dylan and smiled. After all the talking about having no idea how to take care of kids you thought he’d be doing worse but the kids actually loved him.

After dinner you put Tommy down to sleep and went downstairs to join the rest of your family. The kids and Dylan were piled up on the couch, all eyes glued to the tv screen as Dylan tried to explain the basics of hockey to them. You actually had to fight your nieces for a place next to Dylan who threw his arm around you and pulled you closer to him.

“Having fun?”

He leaned closer and touched his forehead to yours.

“Tons.”

He answered before giving you a peck on the lips.

“Ew!”

“Gross!”

You pulled away and laughed.

“Okay you little monsters, it’s bedtime.”

You ushered them all to go brush their teeth and get ready for bed. Ten minutes later you wanted to tuck the small ones into bed but they objected.

“I want uncle Dylan to put me into bed.”

“Me too!”

“Me three!”

He just looked at you helplessly but you smiled. He could do this.

“Just read them a story and make sure they’re asleep.”

The children dragged Dylan into their room and you went and got ready for bed. You brother and his wife are letting you use their bed while Dylan was supposed to stay in their guest bedroom but you stayed with Dylan anyway. You went to check on the boys and saw that they were fast asleep before walking over to the girls’ room. Dylan was reading their favorite book to them. One of them was already asleep but Millie was still wide awake. He read to her for a little while you stood in the doorway watching. It was adorable and even if you wouldn’t admit it it made you think about how Dylan would read to your own children one day.

“Auntie Y/N, can you come here?”

You walked into the room and over to her bed.

“Yeah. What’s up buttercup?”

She turned to Dylan and gave him a toothy smile.

“You can go.”

He looked at you confused but stood up and walked out of the door.

“He’s nice. You can keep him.”

“What?”

“Dylan. I like him even if he can’t do the voices right.”

She pointed to the book on the bedside table.

“He is pretty great, isn’t he?”

“Can I be flower girl at your wedding?”

It was meant to be an innocent question but it shocked you anyway.

“Nobody’s getting married just yet pumpkin. Maybe in a few years and only if uncle Dylan wants to but not now. Go to sleep, okay?”

You hurried to turn off the lights and get out of the room. You and Dylan haven’t even been dating for a year and your niece was already talking about marriage.

Later that night you were just about to fall asleep when Dylan, who had until then laid in the bed with his back turned towards you, turned around and brought his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his front.

“I want to.”

You were just about to tell him no, not with the children in the house, when he continued.

“Get married I mean. I heard you talking with Millie and you said you’d marry me if I wanted to and I do want to. Just not now. Sometime in the future.”

He found your hand in the dark and intervened it with his.

“Dylan…”

You whispered. You had no idea he felt that way.

“I know it’s a scary thing to think about and it’s even weirder to talk about it but it’s true. Seeing you with your nieces and nephews, hanging out with them… I just can’t help but imagine coming home to a bunch of tiny Stromers one day. Obviously not right now or even in the near future, I would have to find a relatively stable place in the NHL first and you’re going to finish your degree and we aren’t even living together and I know we’ve never talked about it but I really hope it doesn’t scare you off. I never felt this way before, never even thought about a future like that before today but now… I love you.”

You turned around and put your forehead against his. It was dark in the room but you could feel Dylan’s anxious gaze and hoped he felt your encouraging smile in return.

“I love you, too. That sounds like a lovely future for us.”

title: build a home in me (i’ll give you a place to hide)
pairing/characters: promptis if u tilt ur head
rated: g
summary: Sometimes Noctis just wants a place to hide from the endless cacophony that is being the next in line for the Lucian throne. Prompto doesn’t have much to offer, but he does his best.
alternatively, how prompto accidentally became a willing accomplice to noctis’ self-kidnapping from all the pressure that is his life.

i can’t believe i’m back with more ffxv fanfiction but here you go, something soft because friendship is really important to me and i’m a sucker for hurt/comfort, also honestly let noctis rest already, i will Fight

>ao3 link <


Prompto waves goodbye to the other members of the photography club, humming to himself as he turns to head home. But when he turns the corner, he finds a familiar figure leaning against the wall.

“Noct! You’re still here?”

Noctis glances up at him. “Hey, Prompto. You done with club?”

“Yup! You wanna go somewhere?”

“Can we go to your place?” Noctis is already walking down the stairs, expecting Prompto to follow.

Prompto blinks at his friend’s back. They usually go over to Noctis’ apartment, since it’s closer and Noctis has all of the latest consoles and also just. Ignis’ cooking. But Prompto doesn’t voice his questions out loud. Instead, he bounds after Noctis. “Sure! Is your ‘guard giving us a ride?”

Noctis’ shoulders immediately go up. “Let’s take the train,” he says shortly.

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