i should make it again sometime soon

Social Butterfly (Jason Todd x Reader)

@ahs-elsa :Could you write a Jason Todd one shot where the reader is super shy around him, so he thinks that she doesn’t like him & it sort of pisses him off and he rants about it to the other Robins and they’re like “dude she’s like in love with you” please?:D”

Schninner: Why of course!!! This is such an adorable idea, but I am pretty sure I butchered it. So apologies, but I hope you like it! This was also WAY longer than expected…

(Reader is a Female)

Key: [F/B] – Favorite book

Warnings: Just a few cuss words,

Word count: 1317

Master List

You lounged comfortably on the couch inside of the Wayne manor’s living room reading one of your favorite book. You stretched out feeling the warmth of the fire spread through you, and let out a lazy yawn as you curled back once more and continued reading.

Some might find it weird to be so comfortable in a home that wasn’t yours, and if it were any other house, you wouldn’t have even asked to use the bathroom. You were just that timid. This just happened to be the house of your best friend Dick Grayson. You guys had met when you were kids, and both went to Gotham Academy. You had been the awkward and quiet girl that nobody noticed, and you were perfectly fine with that. People had always made you extremely nervous, you just never knew what to say to them, so you tended just to keep to yourself.

Most people just ignored you, but Dick was not most people. He had seemed to make it his mission to befriend you, and in the end, he had succeeded. It wasn’t long before you guys started hanging out, and as the years went by, he eventually introduced you to his family.

You were quiet around them at first, but after a while you warmed up to them and essentially became a part of the family. You loosened up and become more vocal toward everyone in the family. Well… almost everybody.

Jason Todd. That was the name of probably the most gorgeous man alive, and it wasn’t even his looks that made him attractive to you. You loved how he acted like such a rugged bad boy, but in reality, he was just a big dork. You loved the way his blue eyes lit up whenever he heard someone mention his favorite book. And his smile? There were no words to describe the feeling in your stomach whenever he flashed you one of his dazzling smiles.

Of course, you had never told Jason this. In fact, you could never seem to form full sentences when you were around Jason. You spoke, but your more were usually incoherent mumbles or grunts. Simple to say, you didn’t talk to him much.

Just then, Dick plopped himself down right by your feet.

“Hiya [F/N]! What ‘cha reading?” he asked snatching the book away from your grasp.

“Dick, what the hell?” You squeaked in surprise as your friend looked at your book’s cover.

“[F/B]? Oh no, [F/N] not you to!” He said with an exasperated groan.

“What are you talking about-?” You start as you try to snatch you book back.

That’s when a hand reached up from above you two and grasped the book, removing it from Dick’s hands. A pair or bright blue eyes danced with excitement as they read the title of the book. Jason Todd then took his eyes off the book and looked to you, he smiled brightly as he spoke, causing your heart to flutter.

“[F/B]?! No way! [F/N] you like this series too?”

You nodded, avoiding any and all eye contact while letting out a small, “Mmm hmm.”

“Oh, don’t you just love the part when…” He went on and on bringing up several of your own favorite parts of the book. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head while he was speaking.

His phone then beeped a few times, causing him to pause while he was in the middle of angrily ranting about the antagonist o the book. He eyed the phone and gave a slight frown.

“Well, duty calls.” He said gesturing to his phone.

He handed you back your book, his thumb, accidentally brushing against yours, almost sent you into shock.

“It’ been fun talking books with you [F/N], we should do it again sometime.” He said as he walked toward the front door.

You managed to make a barely audible, “Mmm hmm,” and a little wave before the door shut gently behind him.  You stared at the door for a while before turning around to find Dick smiling at you mischievously.

“What?” You said, trying to act as casual as possible.

“OOOHH!!! [F/N] got a crush on Jaybird!!!!!” He teased giving you a wide smile.

“Grow up Grayson! I do not!” but as soon as you said it, you felt your cheeks burn bright red.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!” He replied giddily bouncing up and down on the couch like a six-year-old on Christmas day.

You groaned in defeat, and slumped into the couch covering your now bright red face with your book. He was never going to let this go.

Jason Todd did not get you. It wasn’t as if he didn’t try, in fact, some might say he’s tried a little too hard to understand you or get your attention. But it seemed to him that whenever he was around, you would tense up and immediately grow silent avoiding pretty much all eye contact.

At first, he thought you were just shy, but he quickly diminished this idea when he saw you casually chatting with Tim and Damian. He had tried to enter the conversation, but you had immediately found an excuse to leave the conversation.

At first, he thought he might have done something to upset you, but then he realized that you had never been in a conversation long enough for him to have insulted you in any way.

Then, a thought had crossed his mind.

“What if she just doesn’t like me?”

And that idea really pissed him off. It wasn’t just because he had had a crush on you ever since Dick introduced you to everyone, but mostly because he had done nothing wrong.

This is what Jason had been angrily ranting about to Tim, Dick, and Babs for the past 40 minutes. (Damian was there at one point, but he had “refused to tolerate listening to Todd’s sad love life.” Then left)

“… it just really pisses me off!” He angrily stated while walking back and forth.

Babs just sighed, this wasn’t the first time she had listened to Jason rant about you.

“Jay! Just relax, [F/N] is too sweet to hate anybody, your just over reacting.”

Tim gave Barbara an unsure look, “I’m not so sure Babs, I mean, why else would [F/N] not talk to him?”

Jason gestured toward Tim, “Thank you!” he shouted before collapsing in a nearby chair. He sighed angrily and leaned over, placing his head in his hands. He gave his head a firm shake before looking up. He looked over to where Dick was standing… silently?

“What’s up with you? Why are you all quiet all of the sudden?” Jason asked Dick.

Dick’s eyes widened, “Who? Me? Nothing’s wrong! I don’t know anything!” His voice cracked, and he quickly averted his eyes away from Jason’s.

Jason, Tim, and Babs all gave each other confused glances. Jason stood up from his chair and walked slowly up to Dick.

“Richard Grayson, you know something, don’t you?”

“Whaaat? Pfft! No…”

Jason looked at Dick with suspicion, “Well that’s a bummer, cause it would really be helpful if- “

“[F/N] doesn’t hate you, she’s just really really shy especially around you because she has a MEGA crush on you and she made me promise not to tell you but here I am telling you and she is going to kill me if she ever finds out so please don’t tell her that I told you!” The words came rushing out of his mouth, and as soon as he finished talking his shoulders slumped as if a large burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

“So… yeah.”

Jason looked at the older male with wide eyed shock. His heart seemed to be beating faster by the second, and he could feel his face grows bright red. She-she likes me?

“Holy shi-! “

Got7 reaction to someone trying to flirt with you in front of them

Mark: You two were at a party that JYP was hosting. When you two arrived Mark left you to say hello to some staff members and other artists. You went to get a drink when a JYP trainee approach you. “What’s a beautiful thing like yourself doing here all alone?” You tried to ignore him but he was persisent. He kept talking to you not taking the hint you weren’t interested. Mark stopped talking to his friends and noticed the trainee talking to you. To say he was mad was an understatement. His blood was boiling in anger of the thought of you being harrassed. He marched over to the trainee and pushed him away from you.

“What do you think you are doing talking to my girlfriend? Stay away from her!’

Originally posted by mayfifolle

JB: JB is someone who I feel will get jealous quickly. He will not like it when guys he doesn’t know talk to you. So when he sees any guy approaching you he will be quick to throw an arm around you to make sure people know you are taken. You two will be at a restaurant when he left to go to the restroom. As soon as he left another guy came and took his seat. “You should ditch that guy and come hang out with me instead.” You tried to get him to leave you alone but he refused and insisted you leave with him. Jaebum came out of the restroom and saw what was happening. His fists started clenching ready to knock this guy on his ass. He stormed over to you and grabbed your arm ready to leave the place.

“Do you have a death wish? Get out of here before I make you regret ever laying your eyes on MY girlfriend.”

Originally posted by sugaglos

Jackson: Jackson would be bugging you about all the junk food you’re eating and insisted you two go to the store and buy healthier food. After listening to his constant complaining you finally agreed. You were having fun and was laughing at Jackson’s antics. You finally had enough food and decided to go to the check out. You were going to pay until Jackson gently pushed you away and payed for everything. While he was busy paying, the cashier turned to you and gave you a flirty smile. “Well aren’t you a pretty thing. How about I take you on a date when my shift is over?” Jackson abruptly stopped what he was doing and stared at the cashier. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you toward him. 

“Hello. I don’t think you noticed me but I’m this pretty thing’s boyfriend. I would like it if you didn’t flirt with her in front of me. I don’t want to cause a scene here.”

Originally posted by pinkjuho

Jinyoung: When ever you two were out in public or anywhere, Jinyoung never left your side. He was always a gentleman and never left you anywhere alone and made it almost impossible for any strangers to come up and hit on you with him there. However when you were at a coffee shop and was waiting for Jinyoung to come back with the drinks one individual approached you. “I couldn’t help but notice a beautiful girl like yourself standing here by her lonesome so I had to come keep you company.” Your tried telling him you had a boyfriend and to back off but he refused to listen and instead tried to get closer to you. Jinyoung came back and saw with disbelief that this guy wasn’t backing off when it was obvious you were trying to get him away from you. He marched over ready to tell this guy off.

“Do you not see she isn’t interested? Are you blind or something? You really shouldn’t flirt with other people’s girlfriends anyway. That’s just rude.”

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

Youngjae: This poor boy would have no idea what to do if anyone came up to you and just started flirting with you. He would just be confused as to how this even happen and if what he was hearing was right. He would watch in bewilderment that a man he didn’t know approached you at the event you were attending and started talking to you. “Can I get your gorgeous self a drink?” He watched the man wink at you and knew then that his suspicions were correct. He would sped walk towards you and back hug you tightly while trying to give the guy a hard glare.

“Sorry but this girl is already taken. Please go find another girl to flirt with.”

Originally posted by got7-garbage

Bambam: You two would be shopping when Bambam decided to drag you into a store so you could try on dresses for the event you will be attending later on in the week. You both would fall in love with a particularly beautiful dress but it wasn’t your size so Bambam left to go see if they had an extra one in the back. When he was gone, you continued browsing the other dresses to see if there was anything else you’d like when a dress was pratically shoved into your hands. “I think you would look hot in this dress. Maybe you should try it on for me.” The man attempted to give you a flirty smile. You looked at the dress and cringed at how much cleavage it would be showing. Bambam came back with the dress you both loved in his hands. He ripped the dress the man gave you out of your hands and shoved it back to the guy. 

“There is no way my girlfriend would be caught wearing that. You have awful taste. Please step away from (Y/n) and don’t let me catch you talking to her again.”

Originally posted by jypnior

Yugyeom: You would be his first real girlfriend so he would be quick to anger if he sees anything or anyone upsetting you. He doesn’t like it when anyone makes you uncomfortable and takes away your smile even for a second. So when he sees a guy approaching you at the birthday party you both were attending he would immediately start heading towards the two of you. “Hey I think you’re cute and we should go out sometime.” As soon as those words left his mouth, Yugyeom could feel anger take over his body. He speed up and placed himself in front of you and stared down the other male.

I’m only going to warn you once to back off. She’s already with me and I don’t need any other guys trying to take her from me.

Originally posted by j-miki

I hope you guys like this. Please continue to send in requests. 😊❤️

Owned - pt 5

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

“Yes.” You answered.

“Good.” He said pulling your chin up and kissing your lips once, then again.

This was definitely something you wanted to get used to. Just his kiss could make you feel all warm inside.

A part of you felt relieved that he was just as attached to you. In a way, he was all you had right now, all you thought about.

“I’ll see you later then.” He said, running his thumb over your cheek.

You smiled and nodded before he turned to leave, both of you knowing you didn’t want to be apart right now.

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thirty days of skam fic: day fifteen
aka isak is a pizza delivery boy and even is a very charming customer

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.


Getting a job at a crappy takeaway pizza place was probably one of the stupidest decisions of Isak’s life. He didn’t really have much of a choice, though; he really had to start earning some of his own money since his dad was always slow when Isak needed some, and the hours were flexible enough to work around college, and particularly helpfully, his flatmate was the manager, so he’d managed to get Isak the job without actually having to apply for anything.  

But it’s definitely not fun work, even if Isak is getting more exercise than he ever has in his life from pedalling his bike all over the city. He just wasn’t designed for the customer service industry, he decides as he sighs and edges a little further into the back room where they keep the packaged cheese. His shift is almost up, and if he can just wait it out a few more minutes without getting put on a delivery, he can probably go home before –

“Isak! Delivery for you!”  Isak groans as Eskild’s sunny voice rings through the store cupboard, swiftly followed by his face appearing in the doorway. He tuts, “Honestly, you have to stop hiding in here.”

No. Isak likes hiding in the store cupboard.

“Can’t you send someone else?  I only have fifteen minutes left, Eskild!”

“Sorry baby, no can do. They asked for you specifically.”

Isak blinks, thinking what the hell, until Eskild is suddenly waving the order ticket  in front of his face, and – oh. Right there, in the little box on the online order form that says ‘Delivery instructions?’ someone has typed out, send the cute delivery boy.

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anonymous asked:

I know we have had a chubby MC in the past. But, what about this (if I may ask):The characters finding out that chubby!MC has been doing some unhealthy things to lose weight because she feels like she’s not worthy enough to be with them as she looks now. (BTW: Love your blog!!!! <3 )

Author’s note: yoooo, long time no post, eh? TRIGGER WARNING: eating disorders!!!  please take care of yourselves… you’re all beautiful :)


  • he knew something was wrong when you two went to your favorite restaurant
  • and the only thing you ordered was a coffee
  • “MC?”
  • “What’s up?”
  • “Are you just… not hungry?”
  • “Oh… no, I ate before we came.”
  • lies
  • yoosung had been with you all day
  • and not once did you have bite to eat
  • but he decide to keep his mouth shut, until the car ride home
  • “Why did you lie to me?”
  • you looked over at the blonde behind the wheel
  • “What?”
  • “You said you ate, b-but I  know you didn’t.
  • “Oh… that.”
  • you started to mess with your hands
  • “Well, I stopped eating as much as I normally do a couple weeks ago, and then yesterday you told me I had looking better recently. So… I decided to continue, until I-I look my best for you-”
  • you were cut off by the swerving of the car
  • “Yoosung?”
  • his eyes were watering
  • slowly, he pulled over to the side of the road
  • “Yoosung, I-”
  • he unbuckled and reached over, hugging you
  • “MC, I didn’t mean to make you do this! I-I love you so much, and I would never want you to treat your body like this. I should be trying to look better for you! You are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, a-and… a-and…”
  • he started crying harder
  • “Please eat. Please eat again. I’ll make you all the meals you want!! Even those gross v-veggies you like!”
  • “Brussel sprouts?”
  • “Yes!”
  • soon your tears matched Yoosung’s
  • on the way  home, he stopped by the grocery store
  • and when you two got home
  • he made a whole plate full of brussel sprouts
  • and watched you eat the whole thing


  • All it took was one time
  • One letter
  • One sentence
  • You read Zen’s fan mail all the time
  • Mainly bc you’re hella nosey but sometimes the fans mention you
  • So when Zen dropped a stack of envelopes, you helped yourself
  • “Bill, bill, complaint from Jumin, Bill, OH HERE ARE A COUPLE!”
  • You flipped through them, but stopped when you saw one labeled “Your girlfriend.”
  • You tore it open without any hesitation
  • I wonder…
  • As you scanned the page, your heart dropped
  • “Ugly… Loud mouth… stringy hair…”
  • “…Too fat to stand by your side…”
  • Zen walked over to the table
  • “Whatcha reading, babe?”
  • You quickly put the letter in your back pocket and held up Jumin’s letter
  • “Oh, nothing. Jumin sent you another note.”
  • “I swear, if this is about me taking his parking spot, AGAIN, I’m going to quit.”
  • You faked a laugh and looked away
  • “H-hey, I’m going to go to bed early…”
  • “Without eating dinner?”
  • You choked back a sob
  • “Yeah.”
  • Zen stared at you as you walked away
  • You went into the bathroom and turned the sink on
  • looking at the toilet, you grimaced
  • You have to do this… for Zen
  • Little did you know
  • He had watched as the letter fell out of your back pocket he was checking out your ass when it happened
  • You tied your hair back and bent over the toilet
  • Here goes-
  • “MC? MC open this door right now.”
  • “I’m a little busy, Zen.”
  • “Busy with what?”
  • “Uh…”
  • He didn’t wait for your response
  • When he saw you kneeling by the toilet, his heart broke
  • It one quick movement he picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom
  • “Zen-“
  • No.”
  • He set you down and kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his
  • “You are so beautiful. You are so perfect. You are the love of my life, MC. So, don’t you dare let some jealous fan tell you otherwise.”
  • When he kissed your hand, you his warm tears fall on them
  • The next day, Zen made an announcement, saying he wasn’t going to accept fan mail for awhile
  • “I am extremely disappointed with my fan base, and the way they talk about my lovely girlfriend. The next time I hear even the tiniest of rumors about her, I will resign.”
  • And you never got hate from a fan again


  • After weeks of begging
  • Jaehee finally got a much needed day off
  • She was sOOO excited to spend the day with you
  • You two talked about how you wanted to spend the day
  • But after about five minutes of discussion, you both agreed on just staying at the house in your pjs
  • Jaehee organized the mail, cleaned her closet, and did all of the chores she never had time for with her work schedule
  • But through the day he noticed something
  • You hadn’t eaten anything
  • You were on the computer when she asked
  • “Hey, MC, have you had anything to eat today?”
  • “…What?”
  • “Are you hungry?”
  • “Nah, I had a cup of coffee this morning!”
  • She walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder
  • “That was 8 hours ago… what’s going on?”
  • “I-I’m trying to lose weight…”
  • Now it was Jaehee’s turn to be confused
  • “What?”
  • You turned back to the computer, ashamed
  • “I just want to look perfect for you… that’s all.”
  • Jaehee bent over and turned your chin toward her
  • “You are perfect.”
  • She placed a delicate kiss on your lips
  • “But you need to eat. I’m going to take tomorrow off too.”
  • “Jaehee-“
  • “Nope. I’m going to go call Jumin. When I get back, you and I are going out to dinner. Go change into something nice,” she winked.
  • The entire night she made sure you ate, and the next day she made you breakfast


  • “If you would excuse me, I have to go and powder my nose.”
  • You smiled at Jumin and his coworkers
  • You two had decided to host the monthly dinner party, and you had just finished dessert
  • As you walked away, Jumin told a cheesy joke, making his peers laugh
  • Rolling your eyes, you went to the master bathroom
  • Eat your food, throw it all up, laugh at Jumin’s jokes
  • It was the same at every dinner party
  • Only this time you had the luxury of regurgitating in your own home
  • It had all started when you were playing tennis with Jumin’s boss and his wife
  • His skinny, blonde wife
  • You two had purposely lost, and you went to shake their hands
  • “Good game you two,” you smiled
  • “Thanks,” the wife responded, “I’ve been meaning to get a workout in”
  • Jumin’s boss patted his wife’s stomach
  • “You have been looking a little bloated, but nothing one of your diets won’t fix!”
  • It was disgusting
  • But then, the way Jumin’s boss looked at you
  • Looked at your body
  • Made you feel even more disgusting
  • Of course, Jumin didn’t hear any of this
  • He was still running around collecting the stray tennis balls
  • So now here you are, several months later
  • Once you finished, you wiped your mouth             
  • You looked yourself in the mirror and put on a smile
  • But as soon as you walked out of the bathroom, that fake smile dropped
  • “J-Jumin?”
  • He was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands
  • “How long?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • He looked up at you with a scowl
  • “How long?”
  • You slowly made your way over to him and sat down on the bed
  • Taking a deep breath, you turned to look at your husband
  • His eyes were red, and his hands were balled up, grasping the sheets of your bed
  • Was he shaking?
  • You looked past him to see a broken vase
  • …did he throw that?
  • “For a-a couple months.”
  • And that was all it took
  • He wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you unto his lap
  • He buried his head in your chest
  • “Why would you do this to yourself? You are everything I need, and everything I love in it. You’re my life. Why are you doing this?”
  • You sighed, telling him the story of his boss and wife
  • His grip on you loosened
  • “Jumin?”
  • He took you off his lap and stormed out
  • “Jumin where are you-“
  • You stopped when you figured out the answer
  • “JUMIN, WAIT!”
  • You ran out to catch him, but it was too late
  • Jumin tapped his boss on the shoulder
  • “Ah, Mr. Han-“
  • That was all he was able to say before Jumin broke his nose
  • But he didn’t stop there
  • Jumin followed him to the ground, continually punching his face
  • You were horrified
  • “JUMIN, STOP.”
  • He turned around
  • “But-“
  • “I said, stop.”
  • He stood up and straightened his jacket
  • Looking at the bloodied man now on the ground, he spit in his direction
  • He then looked up at his guests
  • “I believe it’s time you leave.”
  • He then retreat to you, hold you in his arms
  • “Never do that again,” you murmured.
  • He looked down at you
  • “Anything for you.”


  • It was around 2AM when you binged
  • Seven had just restocked all of his goodies, and you just couldn’t resist
  • You just hated what came next
  • You made your way down to the bathroom
  • What you had forgotten, in your tired state, were two critical things
  • 1. Seven never sleeps
  • 2. You didn’t shut the door
  • You pushed two fingers down your throat
  • The usual routine
  • Seven heard your gags and rubbed his sleepy eyes
  • “I guess MC came down with something…”
  • He pushed his chair away from his desk and went to go help you
  • “MC-“
  • He stopped when he saw the fingers in your mouth
  • you turned to him, eyes wide with fear
  • “Seven?”
  • the hacker stood still and continued to stare
  • he looked like his world was crumbling
  • you closed your eyes and prepared for one of Seven’s signature hugs
  • when you didn’t feel his arms around you, you opened your eyes
  • and what you saw
  • was the most heartbreaking thing you’ve seen to this day
  • Seven had slid down the wall and was hugging his knees
  • his glasses were off, and you could hear his sobbing and ragged breath
  • “Seven?”
  • “…I’m sorry.”
  • you could’ve have heard him correctly
  • did he just apologize?
  • you crawled over to him and lifted his face up
  • you stared into his red, watering eyes
  • “Did you say sorry?”
  • his bottom lip started to quiver
  • then he lunged forward you, wrapping his arms around you
  • his head found the nook of your neck
  • “Seven, please-”
  • “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn;t be strong enough for you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice before. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how beautiful you were more often. I-I’M SORRY I FAILED YOU.”
  • “You didn’t-”
  • “YES I DID! MC, you are the only person in this entire galaxy that I care about. Hell, if you cared about yourself even ¼ as much as I do, you’d have an ego like Zen’s.”
  • you giggled, despite the situation
  • “There is no creature on this earth that could describe your beauty, MC. Not even an angel is enough. God knows I don’t deserve you. But here you are, trying to change the way you looking, thinking you could improve. MC, you can’t perfect perfection. There is no ‘better’ when it comes to you. You are the holiest of holies, the queen among queens, a Goddess among angels. So please. No more.”
  • He unraveled himself from you, and kissed your forehead.
  • “I love you. Let’s get some sleep.”
  • he stood up and extended his arm to help you up
  • but you just sat there
  • trying to comprehend what he just told you
  • “…the entire galaxy… no creature on the earth…perfect perfection… “
  • a Goddess among angels
My North Star (pt 7)

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

A/N: I think I’m close to being done guys!? PLEASE give me feedback y’all! :D This is the third part I’m publishing this week, I’m proud of myself. ALSO as of midnight today, it is officially my birthday (02/16 yo girl is officially 21)~~ I’d like to thank everyone who has given me support for writing this series, especially since it’s my first! I guess this is my bday gift to you guys XD

Genre: Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: Jin x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Summary: You were in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life. But what happens when the new girl comes along? And another guy tries to win your heart?

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 

I don’t have a masterlist. I’m sorry (not sorry) for my lazy ass XD

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The Haunted House ~Pennywise Imagine~

Summary: When your family moves into Derry, Maine, you hear stories about the clown who eats children. However, you think it’s just a bunch of talk to scare kids. When you decide to visit the house at the end of Neibolt Street, you meet an unexpected person.

Author’s Note: Just like my other imagine, Go Away, this is kinda inspired from American Horror Story so please don’t write that I wrote it. I am very aware of my references in my imagines. 

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Originally posted by wtf-it

You wouldn’t say you liked Derry but you also wouldn’t say you hated it. It wasn’t your choice to move anyway. It was your parents who were going to try to rebuild their marriage. However there were pros and cons to moving.


~ New start from your old, shitty life

~ You can be someone new if you want

~ New room

~ New places to explore


~ Starting a new school

~ Being the new kid

~ Not knowing anyone

~ That bully gang you saw driving around

You put your last things into your room before going back downstairs. You saw your parents talking or arguing making you roll your eyes. 

“I’m going out,” You tell them. 

“Please be safe,” Your mother tells you. 

“I will,” You tell her before taking your bag and going. 

You walked around the neighborhood with your headphones on. Your Walkman playing your favorite cassette tape as you wander around. You suddenly stop at a broken like house where you stared in amazement. 

“Hey!” You looked over to see a group of kids your age coming over to you in bikes. A total of six boys and one girl. 

“Can I help you guys?” You ask, taking off your headphones. 

“Don’t go in there,” A kid with curly hair tells you.

“Why?” You ask confused. 

“Just don’t unless you want to live,” A smaller boy tells you. 

“Alright fine. Geez,” You said. 

“Tr…Tr…Trust us. Pl…Please,” One kid stuttered. 

“I’m not going in. Not anymore at least,” You said. 

“Good. Cause a hot babe like you shouldn’t be going in there alone,” The kid with glasses tells you. 

“Then will you accompany me then?” You asked. 

“What? Hell no!” He yelled. You smirked at him.

“I’m Y/N. I just moved here,” You introduce yourself. 

“I’m B…B…Bill,” The one who stuttered said. 

“I’m Stan,” The curly hair one told you.

“I’m Eddie.”

“I’m Richie but you can call me anything you want babe,” The one in the glasses winked. 

“I’m Beverly but you can call me Bev,” The girl said. 

“I’m Ben.”

“And I’m Mike.”

“Nice to meet you all. Look, maybe I should just go back home. But we should all hang out sometime,” You said. 

“Cool. What’s your address and I’ll come by to meet you up,” Beverly said. You wrote her your address with a piece of paper you had in your bag. 

“I gotta go. It was great to meet you all. I hope to see you guys soon,” You tell them. 

“Oh you will, Y/N,” Richie winked making you roll your eyes again. 

You started to walk home alone again. When you made it to the house, you found a balloon tired to your mailbox. You looked around to see if anyone had done this. When you didn’t see anyone, you untied the balloon to see a message on it. 

Welcome to Derry

You looked around once more to see a clown nearby the trees. You blinked a couple of times before rubbing your eyes. When you checked again, he was gone. 

“Strange. I like it,” You tell yourself before walking over to your house.

“You’re the new girl right?” You turned around to see a cute boy maybe a year older than you.

“Yeah. Just moved in today,” You tell him.

“What made your family want to move here?” He asked you.

“My parents needed to rebuild their marriage,” You tell him. 

“I’m Bob. Bob Gray,” He smiled at you.

“Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you introduce yourself. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope to see you again soon,” Bob smiled at you. You smiled back as he walked away. 

Rose II

A/N: I hope y’all like this and if you don’t then I tried lmao.

Pairing: Shawn x ???

Shawn walked off stage with the most horrible feeling because that was the worst show he has ever preformed.

“Dude what happened?” Geoff asked

“Rose happened.” Shawn shoved the guitar in Geoff’s chest and walked to his dressing room locking the door behind him. He took a peek at his phone and saw that Rose had finally texted him back which made him jump on the couch opening his phone

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One small fact: you are going to die. Despite every effort, no one lives forever. Sorry to be such a spoiler. My advice is when the time comes, don’t panic. It doesn’t seem to help. I guess I should introduce myself properly. But then again, you’ll meet me soon enough. Not before your time, of course. I make it a policy to avoid the living. Well, except sometimes. Once in a very long time, I can’t help myself. I get interested.
The book thief (2013)


Summary: At nine months old, Gideon seems to favor Belle in looks, interests, and mannerisms, and Papa Rumple is jealous.
Rating: G  Word Count: 1200 
A/N: A little family fluff fic, based on the contents of this post about Rumbelle parenting headcanons.

Also on AO3

“Say ‘Pa-pa,’” Rumple coaxed. He crouched on the living room floor and dangled a whittled wand in front of nine-month old Gideon.

Gripping the edge of the coffee table with one hand, Gideon sidestepped toward his papa with one arm outstretched. Their little man was growing fast, and in a matter of weeks, he would be walking unassisted.

His eyes widened in delight when Rumple rotated the wand in a small, teasing circle.

“Come on…just two little syllables.” He paused until Gideon’ gaze was focused on his mouth, then enunciated the oh-so-important word slowly: “‘Pa-pa.’”

“Mama!” Gideon chortled and snatched the wand from Rumple’s grip, waving it over his head.

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Secrets [Part 2]

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: ANGST, Language

Part One Part Three Part Four


You got back that night. As ridiculous as it sounded, running across water was no big deal, and you didn’t get very tired. You were too fast for anyone to see, anyway.

Luckily you had made an excuse before you left. You told everyone that you went on a weekend trip to visit friends in your old hometown. Your parents trusted you and wouldn’t ask around to make sure you were actually there, so you were fine.

Peter was the only problem. He wasn’t a very good liar himself, but he could usually tell when you were telling a fib, even though you could lie pretty well to other people if you had to.

You pushed any thoughts of him away, because coincidentally he was on a trip too for his new Stark internship. Chuckling as you made your way up the fire escape to your room, wondering what Peter was doing while his new mentor had been fighting Captain America.

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happily never after

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Reader (Human) x Derek Hale
Words: 1,908
Warnings: language, arguments, yelling, shouting.
Request? yes or no
A/N: here it is, finally i wrote a request. to the requester i’m sorry if it isn’t exactly what you had in mind this is one where my imagination to the wheel and ran wild!   

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Wild Hope: Chapter 1

The Spotlight Diner is not exactly the most popular restaurant in town, but it is certainly good enough to fill the place of Breadstix when Santana Lopez short on time during her lunch break. Walking through the front doors of the establishment, the young woman glances over at the hostess desk to find her friend, Rachel Berry, working her normal Tuesday shift. It doesn’t take long for Rachel to catch sight of her, giving a small wave in greeting before going back ringing up the bill for her current customer, a rather familiar blonde.

It does not take long for Santana’s brain to register exactly who she is looking. In fact, the realization comes almost instantaneously as she feels her heart start thumping in her chest. The woman’s name is Brittany Pierce, a local mechanic Santana has had a crush on ever since the beginning of their freshman year of high school.

Taking a moment to observe the blonde, she notices the navy polo she has tucked neatly into her pants that adorns the logo for Pierce Automotive embroidered into the material. Though the brunette does her best not to blatantly ogle the beautiful woman paying for her lunch, she still manages to fall short of her goal as Rachel catches onto what is happening. Surprisingly enough, however, the other brunette manages to refrain from making a spectacle out what she has witnessed. The only action that gives away the fact that she even notices Santana’s staring is the small knowing smirk the hostess fails to suppress as she shifts her focus back to her customer.

It does not take long for the two women to finish their transaction. Once done, Rachel glances over at her friend and teases, “You might as well put up your wallet, Santana, because I still owe you for buying dinner last week.”

“It was only a couple of cheap tacos from a food truck, Berry. Stop making such a big deal about it,” Santana argues, attempting to make her words carry a tone of indifference as she proceeds to take out the proper amount of cash and hold it out for the other brunette to take.

“No, Santana! I refuse to let you pay. This one is on me,” Rachel continues to refuse, pushing her friend’s hand away while glancing back and forth between the two patrons. “Now, give me just one moment, and I will be right back with both of your orders.”

Brittany instantly looks over to Santana with a broad smile as soon as Rachel is gone, playfully chuckling out, “I guess somethings really do never change, huh?”

“Yeah, she is still just as hardheaded as ever,” the brunette grumbles under her breath as she shoves the money back into her purse. It is only then that she realizes the comment must have been spoken just loud enough for Brittany to hear as she watches the woman suddenly throw her head back in laughter before they each quiet back down once again.

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PSA: Speech ‘therapy’ is actually really damaging to kids

Okay, so I was in speech therapy from the time I learned to talk (when I was two), until about the time I was 12. And it really fucked me up. During school, I’d be pulled out of lunch, or sometimes even class, and would have a session with my speech therapy that was probably about 15-30 minutes long, during which all the flaws with the way I said things were recorded, played back, and pointed out to me, after which I’d have to say things over and over in an attempt to fix the ‘error.’ Now, this might not seem like all that long to some of you, but to a little kid, it’s a really, really long time.

The worst thing about getting pulled out of my lunch and classes wasn’t that I didn’t get to hang out with the small group of friends I had, or that I missed class activities every now and then. No, it was the fact that just about everyone knew why I was leaving. No one had ever told them, at least, not to my knowledge; they just knew. It was awful, and I got teased about it pretty often. Sometimes they went as far as asking me how my speech lesson was while mimicking my voice.

Now, you might be thinking, “But Wafflecakes, you’d’ve been teased even more if you hadn’t been in speech therapy!” This might be true, but it also might not be. I’ll probably never know for sure. However, what I do know is that even with it, I was teased ruthlessly, and the bullying about the way I talk continued long after my speech lessons had ended, not stopping or even slowing down until I was around 16.

My speech lessons had taught me that there was something ‘wrong’ with my voice. As a result, I became self-conscious about it; I was embarrassed and ashamed of the way I spoke, which caused me to talk less and less. Since I barely talked to people, I never made many friends, so I didn’t really have anybody to talk to when the constant bullying got to me.

Even now, over five years later, I’m still affected by it. I speak precisely, almost mechanically; my best guess is that it’s because I was made to repeat things so often that the natural vocal patterns and inflections most people have gradually vanished. Because my voice is usually flat and monotone, it usually gives people who don’t know me well the impression that I’m uninterested or sad.

Sometimes I’ll mentally replay the recordings that were made back then. When I’m talking, there are times when I try to imagine how what I’m saying sounds to the people I’m talking to. When I do, it literally makes me cringe. I stop talking and leave the conversation as soon as I can. Sometimes I barely talk for the rest of the day after that. Those recordings haunt me so much. There are times when I almost want to record myself talking again, to see if I still sound like that, to see if it’s different. But I can’t. I’m too afraid that it hasn’t changed.

I know that no harm was ever meant by sending me to speech therapy, but it was harmful nonetheless.

I suppose the moral of what I’m trying to say is that you should think long and hard about it if you, or people you know, think a kid might benefit from taking speech lessons. I don’t know if the way they’re done has changed since I stopped taking them, but for me, it caused more harm than good. A lot of little kids don’t speak correctly. They usually grow out of it, though. Maybe wait until the kid’s older and then decide if they still need it. Because speech therapy can seriously fuck a kid up.

Handwritten Heartbreak-Newt Scamander x Reader

Handwritten Heartbreak
A/n- This was not requested, just popped into my mind. Hope you enjoy

Warnings- Holy frick the fluff and angst are strong with this one

Newt’s arms wrapped themselves around your waist as you stood  the counter of your flat. He leaned his head down to press sweet kisses to your cheeks as you laughed at his actions. The scent of baked goods drifted through the flat as you began to start your final batch of cookies for the night.

“Newt, what are you doing?”

“Showing my beautiful dear some love, is there something wrong with that?” He hummed out, tightening his hold on you once more.

You let out a few giggles as you looked up at your husband. “Of course not, but I have to finish this batch of cookies, and it’s a bit hard when you’re standing so close.”

“Is that so?”

You turned around and meet eyes with Newt as he smirks down at you. You stuck you tongue out at him, which was then followed by him scooping you up and setting you on the counter. He leaned in for a tender kiss as you tangled your hands through his soft hair.

“Darling, do you remember when we first met?” he asked as he still held you, not wanting you to slip off of the counter at all.

“Hmm, you mean the time when we were both assigned to work together on a charms assignment?”

“Yes, and that was the time when I thanked Merlin for finally setting me up as your partner,” he kissed your nose, followed by each of your cheeks, “because I never thought that I would get to work with someone as intelligent and caring and gorgeous as you.”

“I love you, Newt.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Newt slowly opened his eyes and looked around the bedroom. He had a wonderful dream, one filled with memories of the two of you together, simply enjoying the comfort of each other’s company. He reached over to your side of the bed, and he once again became disappointed when he did not find your sleeping form there. Your hair was not there covering your eyes, and your mouth wasn’t slightly open from the soft snores that often escaped your lips. Your legs weren’t tangled in the bed sheets and your arms weren’t around him. He wanted it to be real.

He had been asked by the ministry to do a special observation, which he excitedly accepted, but that didn’t mean that he missed you any less. It was lonely here. He was in an unknown city in a country he had never been to. He missed getting up in the morning and seeing you making tea and breakfast. He missed climbing up to the roof at night to look at the stars. He missed everything about you, and he wanted nothing more than to be with you right now.

Newt hadn’t even noticed that he was crying. All of the memories must has released some emotion that could not be kept hidden for too long. He shuffled over and slipped on one of his white shirts before heading over to his temporary desk area. His case was closed shut papers lined the surface of the wooden desk. He reached for a stack of letters that had all been scripted with your handwriting, each one talking about your day and how much you missed him. He picked up one of them, the crinkled paper flapping in his hand as a swift breeze slipped through.

Dear Newt,
It’s been so long since I last saw you, I hope you’re doing alright and I hope that you are remembering to eat often. You know how you can get sometimes. Today the weather was beautiful, almost as beautiful as that time we had that one picnic in the park. We should do that again when you get back haha. Anyways, your day was probably much more eventful than mine. I only went to a few shops for some food and make a quick purchase at the book store that sits past the bank. You’re probably too occupied to even read this at this moment.
It’s rather lonely here without you though. I know you’re coming back soon, it’s just that the loneliness of it all makes it seem longer than it really is. I really miss you, and I hope you’re doing well with whatever shenanigans you’re up to.
I love you so much Newt. I love you I love you I love you I love you. I can’t wait until you’re in my arms again so that you can tell me all about your wonderful adventures. I love you dear.

That letter had been towards the first few weeks of his travels. He had exchanged and written you letters back, but recently, they had not been as frequent. His work had blinded him and created late nights of writing notes. He picked up another letter that had come in, but this one was more recent.

Dear Newt,
I know you’re busy. I don’t expect you to reply back to this letter either, and I don’t want you to beat yourself up about it either. I miss you though. I wish you were back here now, but I know it’s selfish to think that when you’re enjoying your travels and discoveries. Sometimes it feels like my heart is breaking, but I know you’re doing what you love.
I am sorry if these letters have been interrupting your studies. I can stop writing them if you wish. I love you very much, and I’m also sorry. I hope all is well.

By now, Newt was sobbing. He loved doing what he does for his work, but he needed you with him. He hadn’t been able to write often, so now you had the illusion that he was too busy and that you were interrupting him. He was disappointed in himself. He was likely the cause of the tear stains you left on the letter. He was the one that had left you to sleep alone at night. He should have taken you with him, surely the ministry could have made an exception. His heart ached and he wanted to curl into a ball and snuggle into your arms, but you were nowhere to be found. He doesn’t regret coming, he only regrets coming without you.

The hole in his heart only grew bigger, like a beast was sinking its sharpened claws and dragging them down, tearing the tissue even more. He felt like he was being swallowed up in despair. He needed you. He needed you now. He needed you to hold him and to tell him that you were okay. He hurt you. He left you. He hated himself. Why didn’t he just bring you with him? He was such an idiotic fool. What kind of husband was he?

He knew not to beat himself up but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to yell and cry and scream, but none of that would bring him back to you or vice versus. He could leave and pack up, but you would be disappointed in him for quitting and giving up. Perhaps he already disappointed you.

He pulled on his hair as he sunk to the dusty wooden floor. His appearance was now far from formal, for his shirt was now wrinkled and his hair was swept in different directions. His crying became more audible, not necessarily caring if the rooms surrounding his own heard. He felt pathetic for crying, worthless even, but he couldn’t stop. He was the worst husband to ever exist on the face of the earth. His tears and heart twisted in agony as he clutched his chest. Everything hurt, everything was his fault. He made the mistake of not taking you with him and now he was paying the price.

His emotional spiral was interrupted by a knock on the door of where he was staying.

“The post!” he whisper-shouted. There could be one of your letters, it could indicate that you were okay, or worse, it could indicate that you wanted nothing to do with him. He shoved his anxiety aside. He rushed to the door in order to bring in the possible letter from you and unlocked the door and threw it open. There was no post though, far from it.

You stood there as he opened the door.

You had a smile on your face, for you had called the ministry many times (mainly because they refused to tell you where Newt was arranged to stay, which bothered you a lot) and had come to surprise him.

“Y-Y/n you’re here, you’re so- oh Merlin!” He yelled as he trapped you in a bone-crushing hug. You rubbed his back soothingly as his tears began to soak your coat. His audible tears once again erupted and you closed the door shut before sinking to the floor with him.

“Newt, dear what’s wrong? Has something happened?”

“Y-You’re here, how did you get here!?”

“I wanted to surprise you, so I asked the ministry where you were. They were quite hesitant actually.”

“Y/n I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for being a horrible husband. I was so selfish I didn’t take you with me a-and it’s all my fault and you hate me and I’m so sorry, love I’m so sorry!” he wailed.

You could almost hear his heart breaking as he sunk deeper into your arms.

“Newt, you’re far from a horrible husband. You needed to come here for work, you did nothing wrong. Shhh…love your heart beat is very rapid right now breathe love, I’ll help calm me down.”

You continued to let him hold you as he sobbed, his hyperventilation eventually subsided into small hiccups.

“I’m sorry darling.”

“No more apologies Newt,” you said as you ran a hand through his hair. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. I love you and I always will, nothing will ever change that. My heart will always be yours.”

“Y/n I love you. I can’t imagine you leaving me, I swear I’ll never go somewhere without you again, I love you so much.”

He pulled you in for a passionate kiss and he gently tugged on your lips. His warmth could be felt on your own cheeks and he reached his hand to your to caress over the ring he had given you when you vowed your love to one another. You kissed his forehead once more.

“Dear, tell me about your travels.”


“Call me, maybe.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “Can you do an imagine based on the song Call Me Maybe where the reader is a famous youtuber and guys are always hitting on her but she’s not interested and then she meets the boys and really clicks with one of them but he thinks he’s too awkward/not good enough for her and too nervous to make the first move”


“Hey Anilu? I know this is super last minute, I actually just heard about it myself, but I got invited to a party. Do you wanna come with me?” You asked your roommate. You were a YouTuber living out in LA and were constantly getting invited out to parties.

“Uh, sure. Sounds fun.” She smiled. You both got ready and headed off to the party. She hung with you most of the night, since you were the only one she knew, but you spent most of the night introducing her to some of your other YouTube friends.

“(Y/N), this is crazy. You really know all those people?” She asked as you poured her and yourself a drink.

“Not all of them, but yeah, most of them. Being in YouTube has made me a lot of contacts and I’ve met a lot of people. Most of these parties are all for meeting others and making contacts. One collab with any of these people here would skyrocket my channel.” You said.

“That’s so crazy. Also, can we talk about all the guys that have hit on you tonight? I can’t believe you’ve turned all of them down.” She laughed.

“I’m not really interested in a relationship right now. Especially with anyone here. Relationships are so intense, and when you’re both relatively well known, and being watched all the time, it makes it weird if you were to ever break up. You have people taking sides, its all a huge mess.” You laughed awkwardly.

“Awe, I bet that makes it hard for anyone, really.” She said.

“Yeah, but you sometimes you do have supportive viewers and are able to have a stable relationship.” You said, and she nodded.

“Oh my gosh, who are these two beautiful men walking towards us?” She asked, her eyes wide.

“Those are the Dolan twins, Ethan and Grayson. They’re really taking off right now. They did a huge tour last summer and their channel is growing so fast. I’ve never met them, but their videos are hilarious.” You explained. You watched them walk over to you. They both looked at you and smiled wide.

“Are you (Y/N)?” Ethan asked.

“That’s me.” You smiled.

“We love your videos. You’re like, one of our favorite channels right now. We should definitely collab sometime.” Grayson said.

“I’d love to.” You smiled. You turned to your roommate to introduce her. “This is my roommate, Anilu. She came along with me, just to hang, meet some new people.” You said. She was barely able to speak as she stared at them.

“Uh, hi.” She said awkwardly.

“Nice to meet you.” Ethan said. The four of you stood in the kitchen, just talking. Once the house started to get crowded, you all went out to the backyard to hang out outside. Ethan and Anilu went off and you and Grayson ended up spending most of the night together. 

“So, I don’t mean to be too forward, but I’ve really been enjoying talking to you. I’m so glad I got to meet you.” Grayson said.

“I’m glad I got to meet you too. I’ve really been enjoying this too. It’s good to know that you’re just as goofy in real life as you are in your videos.” You said.

“And it’s nice to know you’re as bubbly as you are in your videos.” Grayson laughed awkwardly. You there was a small moment of silence as you lied there, just staring up at the stars.

“I know I said I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but it feels like Grayson and I have really been hitting it off.” You thought to yourself. Your thoughts were interrupted when Grayson let out a loud yawn.

“Ooh, excuse me.” He said shyly.

“I guess it is getting pretty late. I should go find Anilu and see if she’s ready to go.” You said.

“Same, but Ethan.” Grayson laughed. You went back in the house and found Ethan and Anilu sitting on the sofa.

“(Y/N), Grayson, hey. We were just about to go looking for you.” Ethan said. “I guess we should get going, it’s getting pretty late.”

“Yeah, we should get going too.” You said. The four of you walked out to your cars and said your goodbyes.

“It was so good to hang with you tonight. I hope we can again some time soon.” Grayson said.

“Hey, maybe we should exchange numbers, just to make getting in contact a bit easier.” You said with a smile.

“Oh, duh. I didn’t even think about that.” He laughed, taking his phone out of his pocket and handing it to you. You typed your number into his phone and saved yourself to his contacts.

“Here. Call me, maybe we can get together sometime other than to just film a video.” You said. You said your final goodbyes and headed home for the night.

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Dedicated to @winemum-ignis​ because she put up with me sharing my ridiculous idea about Ignis snoring (and she incorporated it into her headcanons 8D).  Based on my husband because I never get any fucking sleep if he falls asleep first.

Gladnis, no spoilers!

This had to stop.  Noct couldn’t take another night of Ignis’ snoring.

They’d been camping the past four days, and Noctis didn’t know if it was because Ignis wasn’t supported enough by the bedrolls or something else, but it was absolutely hellish to share the tent with him because he snored like a behemoth.

“Gladio.  For gods’ sakes.  Can’t you do something about it?”  Noctis attempted to stoke the fire back to life as he glowered up at the Shield.  “He’s your boyfriend.”

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euthanatos  asked:

How would you describe the child of Luna and Noctis?

I actually have referenced the idea of the FFXV cast having children for an AU scenario I was requested to write awhile ago~ Everyone lived, etc, but the writings mostly focused on exploring the idea of Ravus being a single father (and his daughter having a thing for the ‘Amicitia girl’). I did write and references that Noctis and Lunafreya had children in this AU, however. Two boys, I believe, were noted, but I imagined them having three sons.

And all are little assholes.

Well, in their own way, at least. Let me see here what my mind dictates about this…

You’ve got the oldest kid (roughly around 21 in my timeline of things), the heir to the Lucian throne and the kid with literally no chill in his goddamn body. Perhaps he got it when being schooled and taught by ‘Uncle Iggy,’ but he’s always been a diligent worker and a ‘hardass’ according to his younger brothers. Noctis is a little concerned about how intense their eldest son can be, telling him to try lightening up a lot, but to little avail. He’s definitely Luna’s boy though, and she definitely spoils him in particular. He tends to get the fancier things first before his other brothers, but that’s because she thinks he deserves it. He’s definitely ready to take on the mantle of king, though he just needs to learn how to smile more. He’s respectable and polite, nevertheless. Just really intimidating.

Then, you’ve got the middle son (who’s about 18 years old), who has a particularly notorious rebellious streak. People said Noctis was bad when he was a teenager, but this kid is far worse than the others have anticipated, giving Ignis a headache and Gladio the urge to pummel this kid sometimes because of what antics and stunts he pulls off. It wouldn’t be too particularly bad though… If this kid wasn’t in line to be the next Oracle after Lunafreya. The first male oracle in a long time, and he certainly likes to brag about it. No matter how much Lunafreya or Gentiana tries to teach him, he’s definitely not the modest maiden like his ancestors were before. Ravus has particular issues with this little brat, since he’s the one being a bad influence on his son in particular.

And finally, there’s the youngest boy (age 16), who tends to fall under the weird category of non-extremes. He’s not as professional as his eldest brother, but not as much of a loose cannon as his other brother. He’s the quiet kid who goes to school, does subpar in his education, and just sort of takes care of his own thing. He’s quiet to the point where, whenever Gladio is around the palace asking where the kids are, the youngest goes unnoticed because he’s standing behind Prompto, too nervous to really utter a word. The lack of status for him makes him feel a bit uninteresting, but it’s contrary to his talents. He’s an extremely talented actor, contrary to his quite nature, and enjoys taking on a more sociable persona on stage. He just wishes his parents weren’t too busy so they could finally come see one of his plays.

So there’s some descriptions of the Caelum boys for you~ :D I had more headcanons about this AU world I touched on too, and it was a fun writing to work on. I should find those notes again and reflect on them sometime soon~

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23 :))

Thank you Lauryn! Enjoy :)

Clarke didn’t usually bring people home from the bar. She liked to think she could have fun, but she usually had her fun elsewhere. She reserved her own space for people she’d met more than a few hours ago, people she knew pretty well. But something about this guy from last night made her want to get to know him pretty well, and fast.

The next morning, as she looked over at the virtual stranger lying next to her in bed the following morning, she was regretting the fact that her roommates were returning so soon. She would rather not have to kick him out of bed that morning, or ever.

He was, in a word, gorgeous. He had broad, sun-browned shoulders, a mop of dark curls, and a constellation of freckles splayed over his face. And his arms—Clarke frankly couldn’t believe his arms. They were as large as tree trunks. Clarke usually didn’t go for guys like this one (or guys in general, lately), but something about him absolutely charmed her. Maybe it was the way he pushed his glasses up his nose when he was saying something cheeky, maybe it was the way that he’d seemed utterly dumbfounded when she hit on him, maybe it was just his smile.

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