i was a crying mess the first and second times i watched this movie

Scream It Louder

Originally posted by jeonfhan

Character(s): Reader X Wonho, BestFriend!hyungwon

Genre: smut, slight sexual tension

Warning(s): jealous smut, slow build, praise!kink, rough sex

Length: 8.5 k words

A/N: For the anon that requested a wonho smut similar to the kihyun one. im sorry this ain’t really my best work, but yoooo Wonho got me feelin some type of way


You scrunch up your nose as you stand behind Hoseok, fingers digging into the hem of his shirt as he drizzles cheese onto the nachos.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” You ask, eyeing the mess of salsa, ground beef, tortilla chips, and cheese on the baking sheet.

He groans, tipping his head back, “Of course I know what I’m doing. God, do I look like I’m 12?”

“Nah,” you respond, grinning cheekily, “More like 15. That awkward mid-puberty boy type of look.”

He swats his hand at your grip on his shirt, pointing the wooden spoon in his hand at the sofa.

“Go and sit and be quiet if you want any food,” he says, turning his attention back to the nachos.

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How My Heart Reads Divide...

Decided to put all of my Ed Sheeran Divide feels/vibes/reviews in one post:

1)  Eraser is a song that left me openmouthed and a little emotionally confused. The lyrical sharpness was like glass and I felt like I kind of understood why Ed took a year off. It is white noise on edge anger simmering below the surface of a whiskey glass or behind a thin curtain of some other deadly vice that helps to numb the price of fame. It’s saying I’m fine but really rocking backwards and forwards within yourself on the floor in a mess of self doubt and regret and just…It’s raw honesty and pride and pretty lies that are more palatable than the harsh truths he delivers within the guise of a steely F64 stream of consciousness ‘what the hell am I doing’It’s heads in hands and excess and the reality of dreams that were born from records and roadtrips and wondering how on earth you ended up here. It’s a little jaded but it’s also a red flag, the moments in life when your brain is steadily inching towards danger but is perhaps able to prevent itself from falling at the last second. It’s realising that perfection is not attainable and that everyone has scars but it’s also about learning to dance with the skeletons in your closet and beating a path for yourself no matter what.

2) Castle On The Hill  sounds like its roots were tended by U2. It’s watching the sun rise from rooftops and rolling down hills. It’s playfights between couples where you laugh so hard you cry. It’s nostalgia and records and country lanes and cars and dancing in the rain. It’s holding hands and walking through villages where you know everyone by name.  It’s cups of tea, nicknames and muddy English football matches. It’s board games and Sunday roasts and long kisses, leaning against brick walls. It’s radiant smiles and having a song and banter between friends. It’s falling in love hard and wholly where everything is like a film reel from a 50′s movie. It’s feeling infinite and having mates and loves who are forever. 

3) Dive - I’m getting really big Stevie Wonder vibes. It’s bluesy with the hooked teeth of a guitar straight into your heart. It’s ragged desperate heartbreak and knowing you feel the stirrings of a person entering your inner world but being scared to jump over the cliff with them. It’s looking into their eyes after the beginnings of something that makes your heart race and saying “dammit I need to know you’re not going to break my heart.”

4) Shape Of You is all first dates and burning liquor and laughs in a crowded bar. It’s stumbling home through wet streets and slow dancing in the doorway. It’s hands in hair and running from a restaurant because you couldn’t pay. It’s watching the breaths of a lover in the dawn. It’s counting the freckles that adorn their stomach and back. It’s lingerie and home cooked meals and Netflix marathons and lazy Sundays when you realise you’ve fallen a little too far so all that you can do is keep falling hard.

5) Perfect is first dances and falling hard. It’s buying a ring because you look over one day and you think “If you walked away, my heart wouldn’t survive. I want to love you for every moment that I’m still alive (I’m writing this through a haze of emotion because this sums up every hope and dream I’ve ever had of the person who’ll love me despite all my hard stuff - wheelchair/anxiety/depression) This song is… true love. I’m going to go ahead and say that I think it’s true that that it’s better than Thinking Out Loud…)

6) Galway Girl is Irish af. I like to think of it as a flashback to the beginning of the Perfect ^^^ love story. It’s catchy and makes me want to do a jig. It reminds me of my parents and my aunties and cousins and uncles and sisters. It’s a clan song. It’s a chance meeting and having pieces fall into place from the very first day. 

7) Happier - AARGH. This is every feeling ever when the person you love even if only from afar seems happier with someone that isn’t you and you know you could do a better job but they might never look your way… I’ll be here, waiting always. 

8) New Man is a bit of 90′s R & B vibes. It’s a hip hop infused ode for what happens when the person who was a part of your heart comes running to you when a new relationship starts. It’s watching them change in front of your eyes for other guys (or girls) and it’s realising you don’t know who a person is anymore. It’s waves of history breaking upon a foreign shore. It’s losing maps to people you thought you knew like the back of your hand… It’s realising that they still want you in a way but it’s too late. 

9) Hearts Don’t Break Around Here is “Yes I’m in love and I want to shout from the rooftops.” It’s the little moments of a couple’s relationship. It’s realising that you’ll look to every day of growing old and the love story you get to live. All I can say is Jesus Christ Cherry, he loves you and it makes me so happy ❤️

10) What Do I Know is Ed’s way of saying Shit maybe they were right… that I saved 2017. He is bringing us all together, a crowd of colours and lives and lover types. No matter who you are, there’s a story on this album for you… It’s a carelessly casual man looking in, saying Fuck you, your walls will never keep us out. We’ll be screaming the words to this music, united and proud. 

11)  How Would You Feel is all butterflies and pure intoxicating love. It’s a girl wearing her boyfriend’s shirt and regular good morning texts. The soft secretive kisses in a car and casually intimate caresses. It’s meeting the family for the first time and imagining one of your own. It’s looking at a person off guard, saying “I love you” and feeling like that person’s your home.

12) Supermarket Flowers is about Ed’s maternal grandmother and it’s making me think of Nana who joined the angels three years ago and… 😭 I miss you so much. I hope you’d be proud of us x.

13) Barcelona is  dancing it out with people who share your heart. It’s Spanish carnival Latin vibes. It makes me think of  girls in deep red skirts and men with roses between their teeth. It’s music in your blood and floating away when you dance. It’s the magic moments of a party where you feel like moments could last forever. Who wants to meet me in Barcelona 😜

14) Bibia Be Ye Ye gives me immediate carnival vibes. It’s infused with the melodies of Africa so I can only assume this was his Ghana project. It’s nights of madness and vibrant colours and familiar strangers who dance on tables and offer you liquor. It’s the feeling I get every time I go to a concert or to a new country, the ideas of exploration and self discovery and stories that will make you ache with laughter years later as you look back on the Polaroids. 

15) Nancy Mulligan with its fiddles and it’s heart of true Irish blood makes me feel like I’m sitting at an impromptu gathering of musicians around my granny’s fire back home in Galway. It’s sepia photographs and wild cliffs and grandparents whose eyes shine with the fires of their youth as they tell you this story. It’s emerald hills and words in an ancient tongue. It’s a more modern Romeo & Juliet. It’s knowing that love transcends everything and you can have anything if you just have love.

 16) Save Yourself  has me gasping for air, my heart broken.
This song is all helping others only to have them treat you like you’re less than the dirt on their shoe. It has me thinking of savage wolves who want to tear you down but still expect you to smile. It’s despair and anxiety and depression with the quiet steady voice of strength that somehow by the tiniest of miracles keeps getting back up. It’s knowing you need to save yourself by loving all the broken parts of you but not really being sure how to do it.

OH MY GOD THIS RECORD IS SHEER BRILLIANCE. I hope you love my review (Sorry it’s so long!!!)

lazulisong  asked:

top five fantasies victor had about yuri that yuri accidentally shattered

1. yuuri katsuki: international man of mystery

yuuri katsuki is not an international man of mystery.  he is not an assassin, or a spy, which victor had begun to suspect by the time he first arrived in hasetsu.  and that was a shame, because victor thought he could only be seduced that thoroughly by spies, and being an assassin would explain why he never called once, vanished into thin air, never to be seen again, probably not having existed at all.  victor scours his room for clues while yuuri is in the bath, but instead of coming up with a secret weapons cache, all he finds is a hastily stashed collections of posters featuring himself.  yuuri katsuki is definitely not an international man of mystery.

however, he is the most beautiful skater victor’s ever seen in his life.  he lets music possess him, and when he smiles it sets victor’s whole body on fire because he feels like he earned it.  yuuri katsuki is beautifully, wonderfully ordinary.  he likes bad hip-hop, milk-flavored candies and he still reads comic books.  when he speaks, he’s painfully sincere, more than victor’s ever been about anything in his entire life.  he’s completely see-through, once you know where to look.  and victor likes that even more. 

2. yuuri katsuki is not a classy broad

when victor dreams of yuuri katsuki after the grand prix banquet, he anticipates a man more cultured.  which is stupid, because yuuri was a mess the night of the grand prix banquet, but victor had seen him dance, and he thought only a man of refined tastes and pleasures can move so delicately when hammered, and so when he would write dream dates in his dream date diary he would write about taking yuuri to staraya tamozhnya or percoso or EM after a night at the opera, where victor would have blown yuuri thoroughly during an act of carmen in a private box.  they would order ten course meals the size of their palms and yuuri would dissect the the wine menu and demand to see the sommelier.  he would let victor spoon feed him sweetbreads and sea urchin and shark fin soup, close his eyes and moan.

on the way back from cup of china, they stay overnight in nagasaki before heading back to hasetsu.  the restaurant they go to was secretly booked two months in advance, because if victor hadn’t kissed him by now, he was setting himself a deadline.  the menu is a 14-course pre fix that thematically incorporates black walnuts.  

yuuri orders the house red for 600 yen on happy hour.  he wears the same terrible suit with the same awful tie he’s worn everywhere since victor’s known him.  he does not like black walnuts.  victor eats both of their portions.

which is fine, but it’s mildly disappointing.  but on the way back, yuuri’s stomach growls, and victor feels so dumb about the whole thing until they pass by a small supermarket in a mall by the hotel, and yuuri tugs him by the hand inside without saying a word.  he quietly picks out ingredients that amount to 1000 yen altogether, roughly 39,000 less than victor spent on dinner, and takes them back to the hotel.  then he’s almost mad about it.  they get back to the hotel and victor feels a Mood coming on, but then he looks at yuuri who is smiling shy to himself.

“i did this a lot in college,” he says, pouring water from the sink into a cup of noodles.  he’s got the hotel’s iron upside down on the vanity and is cooking an egg on it.  

“what,” victor says.

“you’ll see,” yuuri replies.  

three minutes later, victor has the best meal in his life, second to only yuuri’s mother’s katsudon. 

3. yuuri katsuki doesn’t have a foot thing

“what do you mean you don’t have a foot thing?” victor says confused. “everyone has a feet thing.”

“everyone does not have a foot thing, victor,” yuuri says, rolling his eyes.  he wiggles his toes at victor anyway, feet in the air.  “now c’mere.”

he lets victor fuck his feet anyway.  

4. yuuri katsuki is not afraid of ghosts

“victor, what did you expect?” yuuri asks after the movie. 

victor had expected to have yuuri curl up under his arm.  victor had expected yuuri to hide his face during the scary parts and breathe against his chest, tuck his forehead in the curve of victor’s neck.  instead, victor almost threw his drink at the screen and screamed yelled no less than six times.  

“i thought you would be scared,” victor admits.  the ghost girl made him cry.  

“victor, i’m japanese,” yuuri says.  

5. yuuri katsuki had an awkward phase

yuuri freaks out when he finds a video of an old performance on the internet, and immediately contacts the person who uploaded it to get it removed.  

victor just sees part of the costume over his shoulder and stills.  “yuuri.  is that you?”

yuuri turns around, wide-eyed, trying to hide the screen behind his back. “no!  definitely not me!  just some–some weird kid!”

“when was that taken?” he hadn’t seen it in his first yuuri katsuki youtube fest 2014.  or his second, two months later.  or his third, fourth, or fifth for that matter.  if someone out on the internet had more videos, he needed to know who it was.

“never,” yuuri says.

“yuuri.” victor frowns at him, and when that doesn’t work, tries puppy dog eyes.

“my freshman year of college,” yuuri admits.  “it was–college in america was weird.  i let go for a little bit.”

“like you overate?” victor asks.  he’s heard from other skaters in juniors who left the sport for school in the states–they called it the “freshman fifteen.”

“no, like i,” yuuri says, stops, looks away.  “i may have spent an entire month on ecstacy.”

“what,” victor says.

“i, i, i liked to party?  for awhile, anyway, and it was fun, and i lost control, and anyway, it was just for awhile, but i was still listening to a lot of terrible music by the time i started working on the first free skate for my senior debut, and–”

victor’s snuck around him as he’s been shamefully staring away, and he starts laughing.  “are you kidding?  you skated to darude’s sandstorm? we have to watch this.”

yuuri tackles victor straight into the table, breaking the laptop.  it is three more days before victor can finally watch the video in peace, hiding in the bathroom with his cellphone, before he contacts the guy to ask if there are more.

PreWedding Nerves

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count : 900+

Plot: the night before the wedding y/n gets nervous

                I turn in bed, tired, nervous, anxious. So anxious. My chest felt tight and the thoughts of everything that could go bad enters my mind.

What if the tux is wrinkled?

What if the veil rips?

What if I trip in front of everyone?

What if Harry leaves?

What if he says I don’t?

What if

What if

What if

I bring my knees to my chest in the position that had always helped me calm down but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the terrible possibilities. I couldn’t stop thinking about the worse. I wanted Harry to be here, to reassure me that nothing would ever happen, that nothing could ever happen. I wanted him to tell me that it would all be okay, that tomorrow was going to be perfect and so were the days to come. I grab my phone, calling him. I’m quiet, making sure to not wake up Gemma or any of the other girls who had camped out in my room to make sure that Harry wouldn’t sneak in.

“Harry,” I whispered into the phone. From his end I can still hear the party going, I can hear boys cheering and asking for more drinks.

“Hi baby,” his slow and deep voice fills my ear, he doesn’t sound drunk which makes me feel slightly better, “how’s the party?”

“We’re all in bed, it’s two am,” I whispered, hugging my knees tighter, “how about you?”

“The boys and I left to my hotel room, the guys are just having a drink and watching some movie, but I’m tired and I don’t know how to kick them out,” he admits and I bet he’s pouting slightly, “and I miss you.”

My hands slightly shake and I keep imagining walking to an empty alter. I sniffle, “Harry,” I say, “are you sure we’re ready?”

I hear shuffling on the other side and I imagine he’s moving to a silent location, I’m right when I don’t hear the boys and I hear a door shut, “hey hey,” he coos, “of course I’m ready Y/N I wouldn’t ask you otherwise.”

A silent sob leaves my lips, “I’m really scared,” I admit.

“Of what baby,” he asks, “don’t cry lease don’t cry.”

“I feel like something is going to go wrong,” I admit, walking out of the hotel room I resided in, I’m sure to be as silent as possible.

“Nothing is going to go wrong I promise,” he assures me, “I love you and you love me and that’s all that matters.”

“There are so many people,” I say. Harry’s parents loved me, but some of his other family members didn’t, and I have met a lot of people on his side which meant tomorrow was the day. My parents who were divorced and could never stop arguing were going to be in the same room, I could already tell there would be a fight.

“We can have the ceremony with close family and invite everyone else to the reception,” Harry says, “we can do whatever you want, this day is about you.”

I pace the hallway my hands gripping the phone tighter and another sob leaves my lips, “I’m just really overwhelmed,” I cried, “a-and I can’t stop thinking about everything that could go wrong and everyone is snoring and I can’t sleep,” I say in between hiccups.

The elevator dings and I look up to see Harry stepping out of it. He’s in his grey sweatpants and a black shirt, his phone in his hands and he hangs up placing it in his pocket. He frowns seeing me, opening up his arms and I let them wrap around me.

“Hi kitten,” he whispered in my ear, “it’s okay.”

Harry’s finger tips run up and down my back soothingly. Once the tears have stopped he kisses me, “everything will be perfect,” he promises me.

I nod, he wipes away the extra tears, “I love you,” he reminds me.

“And I you,” I tell him.

“Come on,” he grabs my hand, “those idiots are so drunk they won’t notice I’m gone,” he says.

“Where are we going?” I asked, following him. We must look like a mess, Harry in his PJ’s and me in a pair of shorts and sweater with no shoes. My hair had been tossed up in a ponytail but by this point it was insanely messy.

Harry holds up a key card, “I got an extra room in case you needed me or I needed you,” he says, swiping us into the hotel room.

I smile at my future husband as he closes the door, locking it behind us. I get in bed and Harry follows, wrapping a blanket around the both of us, “this time tomorrow we will be halfway to Italy and married,” he grins.

I smile at the thought, “I’m excited and nervous, like the first day of school you know?” I asked, “I’m excited to move in with you and make breakfast and yell at you about keeping the toilet seat up and listening to you play your guitar, and I’m excited to hear your very cheesy breakfast tunes.”

“Well I’m excited to hear you sing in the shower and eat your overly burnt rice and over cooked pasta, and I’m excited to whine about how you leave your clothe everywhere and not folded away were it should be,” Harry says, “and not mention I’m excited to be able to share a bed with you.”

“Eh you’re a very loud snorer,” I teased.

We keep discussing what we look forward to till we fall asleep.

“It was bad luck,” Gemma taunts as she helps me get in my dress, Anne and my mother standing and talking to each other about the dress I picked out, “we thought we had a runaway bride,” Gemma adds.

“Gemma it’s okay,” I laugh at my maid of honor, “I was really overwhelmed and he was there. Plus he hasn’t seen me in the dress.”

She rolls her eyes playfully but laughs, zipping me up and I turn. My mother in law and mother smiling as they hug me, “oh you look so perfect,” Anne gushes, “I’m so happy.”

“You look beautiful,” My mom says squeezing my hand.

“We better go take our seats,” Anne grins, tears pooling in her eyes.

The two older women walk out and Gemma steps back looking at me, “I have to go grab your veil,” she says.

She walks out leaving me inside the dressing room by myself. I admire myself in the mirror, the white dress was breath taking and I wished I could wear it every day of my life. I’m nervous, more nervous than last night. I felt sick, I never enjoyed being the center of attention and I wanted a small wedding, really small. But Harry couldn’t not invite some family member and not others, he had his mother and fathers side, cousins, aunts and uncles, friends and their plus ones, and some people he worked with. I simply invited some of my friends and parents. I can hear Gemma outside the door.

“Harry no, you already broke the rule last night. Now you’ll see her in less than thirty minutes,” Gemma scowls.

“How is she?” He asked.

“She’s fine-”

“I don’t believe you,” Harry whines, “five seconds Gem please.”

“No,” Gemma says firmly, “suck it up.”

“Gemma you don’t get it when she gets nervous it can become overwhelming and she shuts down-”

“Harry I can handle her, she’s my family too,” Gemma says.

“Harry,” I say through the door, “I’m okay.”

“Hi baby,” he says in a much gentler voice, “are you sure? Because I can totally go out there and kick some people out.”

I giggle and lean against the door, “I’ll be fine, are you dressed?”

“Yes,” he says as the same time Gemma says, “no.”

“He doesn’t have his tie on,” she adds.

“Snitch,” he grumbles, “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too,” I say.

“Bye Harry,” Gemma says and walks in, she rolls her eyes, “he’s not even dressed. God luck with that.”

I laugh as I sit on the chair and she pins the veil to my hair, “you look beautiful y/n.”

I feel better once I’ve managed to walk down the aisle Harry is grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glossy. He holds my hand, leaning over and whispering to me that I look beautiful. I squeeze his hand as my cheeks turn pink, my face feeling hot. His thumb rubbing circles on my hand in a soothing matter.

“I do,” Harry says, lifting my veil.

“I do,” I repeat.

Boyfriend Series; Mingyu

- everyone’s always saying how lucky you are for having such a cool and handsome boyfriend
- but you’re like uhhh “cool” and “kim mingyu” shouldn’t be in the same sentence LOL
- for your first date, mingyu takes you to the seoul lantern festival
- and it’s honestly such a beautiful experience
- he takes you out for street food near sunset, and after that, you both walk around the festival area, waiting for it to start
- the second it gets dark, one lantern lights up, then another and another
- before you know it, there are hundreds of beautiful lanterns floating in the water and they’re so vibrant and colorful in contrast to the dark night sky
- seeing just how amazed you look, mingyu takes out his phone and asks a nearby person to take a picture of you two in front of the lanterns
- the person agrees to it and counts “one, two, three…!”
- on three, mingyu cups your face, turns you in his direction, and kisses you right on the lips
- and under the stars, under a sky illuminated by lanterns of all colors, is where you both share your first kiss
- you’re not even going to lie, he was pretty cool that time, but now that you know him so well…… yeah he’s not cool at all
- mingyu likes to tease you a lot
- he likes to place things up high just to make fun of you
- but then while he’s laughing, he hits his head against an open cupboard and you have to hold ice against his forehead like good job mingyu
- the type to act manly while you’re both watching scary movies when he knows he won’t be able to sleep that night
- he loves lying his head on your lap
- you used to do that until he sneezed in your face and you were like honestly. wtf.
- “(name), are you still mad?? it was an accident!!” “don’t talk to me”
- when you catch him coughing in his hand or sneezing into it, right before he touches you, you slap his hand away and take like three steps back
- “mingyu, i am NOT coming near you until you wash your hands i swEAR”
- you both have matching SOCKS and it’s actually so cute???
- you have like five pairs and you both wear a pair when meeting up without telling each other, hoping that you’d both wear the same one coincidentally
- it took like seven tries but still
- his lock screen is a stolen shot of you petting a puppy and he’s going to keep it that way forever because it has the two things he loves the most in one picture
- good luck with his lame jokes
- he likes to say as a joke “aren’t you lucky to have kim mingyu, seventeen’s visual, as your boyfriend?” and once you said “what? isn’t junhui the visual?” and he was so OFFENDED
- he even went up to junhui and said “how dare you” and junhui was like “…did i do something wrong?”
- for someone who could cook and eats a lot, you’d think mingyu’s favorite food is one of his own homemade meals or at least something from a really popular restaurant but no
- he loves your cooking the most
- the type to crack jokes in the middle of something really romantic and just completely ruining the moment
- like you’re both about to kiss, but then he’d make a pun or just a lame joke in general and you’re like “ok no that’s it, you ruined it i’m leaving”
- he gives you piggyback rides all the time
- it’s not like he offers, you randomly jump onto his back and he laughs and just walks around while your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck
- he has to cover his red face whenever you wear his clothes because they’re so big on you and he thinks you look too cute in them
- bumps into everything, drops everything, trips over everything, makes a mess, forgets to bring things, he’s a tall mess LOL
- he loves holding hands with you and you guys always are whenever you go out
- the story behind this is that once, you were both walking through this crowd of people and guess what you lost him in the crowd
- you were like are you kidding me???? thanks to his height, you were able to spot him but geez mingyu you can’t just walk off like that when something catches your eye
- so holding hands is mostly just so that you both won’t get separated LMAO
- (unknown to you, it was all part of mingyu’s plan, he just wanted an excuse to hold it all the time NICE)
- mingyu loves forehead kisses, he actually melts after receiving one but his cheeks also turn bright pink when asking for another one
- he loves kisses on the lips because he likes seeing you go on your tippy-toes to reach his
- kisses are slow and breathy, and he always has his hands on your waist, or his fingers are tracing circles on your arms or the small of your back
- he likes giving you back hugs and swaying from side to side while you hold onto his arms
- always does something so unnecessary to show you that he still and will always love you after a fight
- “TO PROVE MY LOVE TO YOU, I WILL EAT THIS PING PONG BALL” “please don’t”
- these stupid antics never fail to make you laugh and that’s exactly what mingyu was hoping for
- he never wants to frown, he never wants you to cry, he never wants you to feel pain
- this is inevitable of course, but at least around him, he wants you to smile because he’s so happy when he’s with you
- and he only hopes you feel the same way
- “can you reach that for me please?”
- mingyu takes the item down for you, and you reward him with a kiss on the cheek after he gives it to you
- “thanks mingyu, i love you!!”
- “(laughs) i love you too, shortie”

anonymous asked:

Alright here we go I just asked @anarchetypal about this because I am on a Spree™ but I need your take on shithead Ryan. I'm pretty sure you've done this before but I've read all of your everything and I need m o r e

Not sure if you meant just generally or you actually wanted something specific but here we go~

  • Listen, any one of the Fakes would tell you Ryan’s mask is less about hiding his identity than it is about hiding the fact that he is nearly always laughing. It didn’t take him long to realise that with his reputation literally anything he does will be interpreted as threatening and even the most innocuous activities are treated as utterly unnerving. If people knew just how often Ryan was flat out messing with them there wouldn’t be nearly so many desperately worried discussions trying to unravel what depravity the Vagabond is getting up to with a bucket of paint and a dust-buster. 
  • While most of the others find accompanying Gavin as the muscle in a meeting somewhat monotonous and dry (there are exceptions of course, the contacts that Gavin plays ridiculous roles for, or the meetings that go south and kick off, but for the most part its a bit of posturing and trying not to tune out while Gavin does his thing) Ryan always has a ball. Ryan is just about the only Fake who could give Gavin a run for his money in regards to a flare for the unnecessarily dramatic, so when the two of them head off together they invariably go well and truely overboard. Whoever the pair meet with, no matter how well they’ve done their job or how many positive interactions they’ve previously had with Gavin alone will spend the entirety of their meeting tracking Ryan’s movements around the room, absolutely sure they’re about to die. 
  • After watching a few too many episodes of Brooklyn Nine-nine Ryan picks up the habit of making the occasional outrageously out of character confession just to watch people squirm with the realisation that no one will ever believe them if they tell. After all the unspeakable horrors Los Santos has witnessed from the Vagabond none are prepared to entertain for a single moment the possibility that he might also enjoy the Spice Girls, cry in Disney movies or hula-hoop at a competitive level. 
  • Any time the Fake’s accept a new member Ryan tends to silently shadow them everywhere they go for a couple of weeks in full Vagabond get up. Everyone assumes, quite reasonably and with no small amount of blind terror, that the Vagabond is protective, distrustful, and all too eagerly awaiting the chance to kill them off at the first sign of a slip up. In reality Ryan knows just how vetted anyone has to be before Geoff will let them into the family, and just really enjoys toying with their emotions while he can.
  • There’s a narrow window towards the back of the LSPD bullpen - a little unorthodox but the glass is thick and one-way tinted so security isn’t really a problem. What is a problem is the fact that every now and then a member of the force will swear up and down that they saw the Vagabond’s awful skull standing there leering at them through the glass. 
  • Ryan found out, through pure accident, that leaving his mask balanced atop of his hanging jacket is a surefire way to terrify Geoff in the middle of the night. Before it really sinks in he is woken on three seperate occasions by that all-too distinctive shriek; the first incident had the whole crew running guns drawn, the second was met with endless mockery and by the third Ryan just lays in bed, listening to the others thundering into the hallway, and grins. From that point on Ryan just gets more creative about where he leaves his spectre self; the bathroom, the pantry, and on one memorable occasion, suspended right outside Geoff’s door. 

Imagine Chris attending your graduation.

A/N: Back at it with more of the Chris Evans Mini-Series Spin-off! This is Part 1 of Chapter 4 which is called ‘Miss Graduate’. And as always, it’s just fluff, fluff, and more fluff. You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and 'She Said Yes’ - Masterlist) Enjoooooy 😁❤️

You stood in front of your mirror in your graduation cap and gown, smiling at yourself with great pride. You couldn’t believe it, the day was finally here. You’d made it through hell and high water, but you were finally graduating. You lifted your head to keep the welling tears in your eyes; you did not want to ruin your makeup before you even got to the ceremony.

Chris poked his head into your room and immediately smiled when he saw you. To say he was proud of his girl was an understatement, as he was more than just proud of you. He wished he could tell you what he thought, but there were simply no words to express how he felt seeing you in that graduation cap and gown. The feeling was mutual when you went to his Broadway debut, to his 'Avengers: Infinity War’ premieres, basically to anything that involved showcasing his undeniable talent. There was a sense of excitement, and pride, and adoration; just a huge mess of positive emotions. Now Chris wasn’t only feeling all that because you’d achieved something amazing, it was also because your graduation meant you were soon to move in with, and eventually marry him. Those two things were something he’d been dreaming of since he’d met and fell in-love with you; with his beautiful, talented, and perfect other half.

You spotted Chris in the mirror and smiled. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame, “you look very dignified.” You chuckled as you turned, shooting him a quick wink. “You ready to go? 'Cause Ava is, she’s downstairs in the car with Seb.”

Yes, your best friend was graduating alongside you, top of her class whereas you came third in yours. Ava was a year younger than you, but you’d gone into university at the same time due to your gap year. You were glad to have taken that gap year, as you couldn’t have imagined doing that wild ride without her. She was like a substitute for your mom, who you were thick as thieves with. She reassured you, kept your grounded, read your work and gave you honest reviews, took care of you, and showered you with endless love and positive vibes. Ava was pretty much your sister from another mother, and your mother’s second daughter; she was your family. So as excited as you were to move in with Chris, it was going to be heartbreaking to leave the apartment you shared with Ava for three years. You were going to miss seeing her face every morning and every night, though she swore she was going to hang around your new home so much Chris would think she’d moved in too.

Speaking of Ava, her and Sebastian were now officially a couple- hence why he was attending the graduation ceremony. After that dinner at Chris’- where their obvious chemistry could not be ignored- they casually dated for a little while, doing a little bit of a long distance thing as Sebastian had to go back to New York after his shoot. But when he was in Los Angeles, or when he invited her to New York- they went on dinner dates and movie nights and short romantic getaways in and around Los Angeles and New York. It was always superbly romantic and Ava would always return home with a huge smile on her face. It was fairly obvious they both wanted something more, but were afraid to jump too quickly as they didn’t want to get hurt or hurt the other person. So they tested the waters, took things incredibly slow to see if things between them was something that could last them a lifetime. They were insufferable, but a little less than you and Chris were considering they were actually dating. Six months after their first proper date, they announced that they were officially a couple. Sebastian posted about her on Instagram, they trended on the World Wide Web, and you and Chris popped the champagne.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You walked over to the left side of your bed- the side where Chris usually slept when he slept over. “There’s something I want to give you before we go.” You took off your heels before you got on your hands and knees, searching under your bed for your secret box of secret things. Chris watched you curiously, pushing his weight off the door frame and onto his feet. “I’ve been working on it before you even knew I existed, I just didn’t know how I was going to give it to you.”

“You didn’t know how you were going to give something you’ve been hiding under the bed to the man who sleeps in said bed?” He teased and you chuckled, slipping your heels back on as you got back on your feet. “Oh God,” Chris chuckled when he saw what you had in your hand; a leather bound notebook in your favorite color- Tiffany&Co’s signature blue. You held it out for him to take, biting back your smile. “You’re going to make me cry like a fucking baby with this book, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” you nodded and he chuckled, smoothing one hand over the surface of the notebook. “I was going to save it until the night before our wedding, but um- I decided to stick with my original plan instead. You know, the one I had before I knew I was going to end up marrying my idol.” Another low chuckle escaped his throat. “And that was to somehow get it to you on my graduation day, so,” you beckoned your head at the book.

“I shouldn’t start reading it in the car, should I?” He asked.

“Not if you want to look pretty for the pictures,” you shook your head and he cracked a smile, nodding in acknowledgement. “You can read it whenever you want, but I can promise that a cry baby like yourself-” you teased him and he laughed, “you’ll cry when you read it.”

“I’ll save it for when I’m alone then,” he told you, setting the notebook down on the top of your dresser. You watched him as his hand remained on top of the notebook, eyes contemplating whether or not he wanted to read it now. He was curious and it was obvious, but he also took your warning fairly seriously; you were very good at making him cry with your writing. “Why’d you have to give it to me now?” He both groaned and chuckled simultaneously.

“Because I’m a sucker for cliffhangers,” you giggled, drawing a chuckle from him. “Now come on,” you took his hand and pulled him out of the room and away from the notebook. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony. Chris-” he abruptly pulled you back and into his arms, pressing his lips against yours. You felt a smile on his lips and one surface on your own as his hand moved onto your lower back, pressing your body against his. “And what was that for?” You asked when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I am just so incredibly proud of you,” he told you and both your eyes welled with tears.

“Don’t start with me, Evans.” You chuckled and drew back slightly so you could tilt your head and stop yourself from crying; your makeup may have been waterproof, but there was no way it could survive the crying that came as a result of Chris’ touching words. “We said no crying until we got home, I want to look pretty for the pictures.”

“Lucky for you,” he gently swiped a tear that was rolling down your cheek, “you’re a beautiful cryer.” You chuckled then pecked his lips, brushing his bearded cheek with your thumb. “Okay, we should really go 'cause my pants just vibrated.” He patted the pocket where his phone was in, and you tried not to laugh as you teased him.

“Who knew a graduation gown could turn you on so much?”

“Oh God,” he threw his head back, bellowing with laughter. You giggled and pulled away from him, taking his hand and leading him towards the front door. “You know, you should really learn to be more like me and keep the bad jokes to yourself.”

“I should,” you glanced back at him with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

• • • • • • • •

Chris and Sebastian moved to sit with yours and Ava’s families upon arrival, while the two of you went to join your respective classes. It was insane how many people were there, and how majority of them were as emotional as you were after your chancellor’s speech. The part of his speech that stuck with you the most was, “this is the end of your life as a student and the beginning of your life as a contributor to society. You no longer have your parents, your professors, or your student identity to fall back on. You are an adult now. You are responsible for every action you make, and every reaction you create. So do something extraordinary with your time on this earth, with your existence, and do not- for a second, let anyone or anything decide on your fate because this is your life. Stand up, because it’s time for all of you to set out and conquer the world.”

When applause erupted through the crowd of more than eight thousand people, you found yourself looking for Chris’ face in the sea of people. It was ridiculous because there was no way you would’ve spotted him from where you were, but you tried to anyway because he was the reason you were here and ready to do as your chancellor said.

Ava spotted you scanning the crowd then smiled when she caught your gaze, sharing a nod of pride and acknowledgement with you. Her smile widened when she saw your lips mouthing the words, “I am so proud of you.” To which she mouthed back, “I am so proud of you too,” causing your smile to reach your eyes. You kept your gazes on each other then turned away chuckling softly when you both realized you were making each other cry. You may not have spotted Chris, but you saw your best friend and she, too, was one of the reasons you’d made it. Without her and her constant support, you wouldn’t be sitting there and you sure as hell wouldn’t have believed you deserved to be with Chris.

When all was said and done, you pushed through the sea of students celebrating and crying with their friends and families so you could find yours and do the same. Ava found you before you could find her, throwing her arms around you to give a tight hug as she cried with utter joy. You hugged her back with the same tears of joy streaming down your face, laughing softly at your promise to not cry until you got home. “Congratulations, Ava.” You whispered before you pulled away. “You did it, you graduated.”

“So did you,” she chuckled, brushing her tears away. “And you’re finally getting the life I always knew you’d get, the one you always argued was impossible and unrealistic.” You chuckled when she poked your arm, smiling. “Look at this, I always knew we’d end up here.” She took your left hand and reminded you of the engagement ring Chris had slipped on almost three years ago. “I am so, so happy for you. You are going to do some extraordinary things with your life,” she gently squeezed your elbow, “I just know it.”

“You too, Ava,” you smiled, giving her elbow a gentle squeeze back. “And you are going to make the most beautiful bride one day.” She chuckled softly and dropped her gaze, hiding her reddening cheeks. “He’s going to ask, you know that right?” You tried not to smile when you remembered talking to Sebastian about his plans with your best friend; he was going to marry her, definitely, he was just waiting for the right time. To which you countered with, “there is never a right time, Seb. Just the right person, and Ava’s pretty freaking perfect for you.”

“Let’s focus on your engagement and your wedding first, we don’t want a Bride Wars situation to happen.” She joked and you laughed. “Though I doubt it would, I’d happily let you and Chris have whatever location and date you want.” You smiled and gave your best friend another tight hug.

“Are the two of you going to share that love? 'Cause we’d really like to get in some PG hugs and kisses before we bring you back to your families.” You heard Chris’ voice and smiled, releasing Ava from your arms to turn to your fiancé. “Congratulations, Ava,” he said to her as she walked past him to hug Sebastian. “For you, my love.” He held out a bouquet of red rose and you smiled, taking it from him before you buried yourself in his arms. “Congratulations, sweetheart. I am-” he chuckled to stop himself from crying, “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you looked up at him and smiled. “Now I’d tell you all about how I wouldn’t have pursued screen writing without you, and how I couldn’t have made it through the last three years without you, but-” you chuckled. “It’s in the notebook and I don’t want to spoil anything for you.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “So I’ll just tell you this instead, though- I’m pretty sure you know this by now.” He nodded before you could say anything. “I love you, Chris Evans. More than I’ll love another being in this lifetime, more than I love Fan fic Chris, and more than I love myself.” He smiled and caressed your face in his hands, ready to dip his head to press his lips against yours. “And I am so ready to move in, marry, and spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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Part 2A

texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

Spirit in the House - Chap 6/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,430

Warnings: Mention of Drinking, Mention of Cheating, Language, Violence

A/N: Good ol’ Peggy Carter throwing punches. Also lines taken from the movie, I obviously don’t own that. Hope you’ll all like this one :)

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“Stop laughing, this isn’t funny.” Bucky chastised.

You clutched your belly and doubled over. “I’m sorry, but it kind of is.”

You both walked towards Peggy’s house. Bucky was a nervous mess as he climbed the three steps to her front door.

“What am I going to tell her?”

“That you’re a cop and you’re investigating my case.”

“She just caught me talking to myself. I should tell her I can see your spirit.”

His words made you turn around.

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- what time is it now??
- time to cry because hoshi is the most fun and most playful boyfriend ever
- for your first date, hoshi takes you skating outdoors but you know what
- this guy pretends he doesn’t know how to skate so he has an excuse to hold your hand the entire time
- after renting some skates, hoshi dramatically falls on the ice after taking ONE step and cutely scratches his head while grinning sheepishly as he says “i uh…. don’t really know how to skate…..”
- you laugh and take both of his hands and start skating backwards slowly while he clumsily skates forward and everyone in the skating rink are looking at you two like that’s so cute omg
- after going around like this a few times, you decide to let go of one of his hands to skate side by side
- but somewhere along the way, hoshi falls for real this time, dragging you down with him
- you both fall on the ice but when you look up at each other, the two of you start laughing and right there is where you both share your first kiss
- spontaneous dates
-  he’ll call you randomly and say “(NAME) I FEEL LIKE EATING SHAVED ICE WHERE ARE YOU I’M COMING TO PICK YOU UP”
- calls you all those embarrassing nicknames like cutie pie and honey bunny out loud in public and you always just cover his mouth like SHHH HOSHI STOP PLEASE
- you guys have matching baseball caps and you both like to steal each other’s and wear them
- the other members are like ??? but there’s no difference ???
- the type to swing your arms while holding hands with you
- hoshi loves it when you cup his cheeks, his eyes actually sparkle and he smiles a little wider
- when it’s cold, he likes pressing hot packs against your cheeks to warm you up
- takes pictures of everything and he keeps them all no matter how embarrassing or blurry they are, he really does want to capture every moment he spends with you
- his lock screen is always a picture of both of you, and he changes it like every hour because he loves all your pictures together and feels like they each deserve to be his wallpaper at least once
- the members are so confused
- “how many pictures do you have???” “isn’t that the same as the other one but from a different angle???”
- hoshi teases you A LOT
- he teases you when you get emotional over something like a movie or a drama
- he teases you when you blush over something cute he did
- he even teases you while kissing, he’s the type to be leaning in for a kiss on the lips but then he’d stop just inches away from your face and grin
- he also smiles in the middle of kisses
- hoshi loves kisses on the cheek because they’re innocent
- always asks for one when you see him and when you’re about to leave
- he loves building pillow forts with you and cuddling inside while watching a movie or just talking about anything really
- when he’s tired, he likes to nuzzle you and bury his face in the crook of your neck
- he’s always pulling pranks on you and you’re always pulling pranks on him
- the members get so annoyed because some of them have fallen for your pranks before, jihoon even scolded you and hoshi for like an hour
- piggyback rides all day every day, and sometimes he sprints while you’re on his back and you’re like HOSHI SLOW DOWN YOU’RE GOING TO TRIP AND WE’LL BOTH DIE
- in the winter, he’s a little kid who likes rolling around in the snow and having snowball fights with you
- in the spring, he likes jumping in puddles of rain with you
- in the summer, he likes going to the beach and building sand castles with you
- and in the fall, he likes jumping in piles of leaves with you
- serenades you with shinee songs
- “song request? none? ok i’m singing shinee sunbaenim then” “hoshi i didn’t even get to say anything”
- he loves teaching you seventeen dances and finds it really cute when you get flustered because you messed up
- he always brings up some of your embarrassing moments to tease you about it
- like when you guys first started dating, you REALLY wanted to make sure you’re dressed nicely so you went out and bought this cute cardigan last minute
- when you met up with hoshi, he looked at your cardigan and asked “oh is that new??” and you said “what, this?? nooo i’ve had it for a while”
-  hoshi then lifted up a hand and started moving it closer to your face and you thought he was going to cup your cheek or something but no
- he reached out for the price tag attached to your cardigan and laughed “really?? you keep your price tags on your clothes??”
- he can’t cook to save his life, so you’re always he one cooking for him
- but he loves your cooking and always asks for seconds and compliments your meals
- he likes to tell you a bunch of cute but cliché boyfriend lines he had to film in the past for carats
- and you don’t even know what’s worse, the cringe or the fact that deeeeep down you like it
- sometimes you surprise him after dance practice, and it makes hoshi so happy, he tackles you even though he’s covered in sweat
- “EW HOSHI LET GO OF ME YOU’RE ALL GROSS AND SWEATY” “NO I’M NEVER LETTING GO”
- your relationship with hoshi is filled with pranks and jokes and fun, and you never have to worry about hiding a part of yourself from him
- because hoshi loves everything about you
- and that will never change
- “my name is soonyoung, but you can call me—”
- “soon?”
- “no. yours.”

The Joker x Reader - “Related”

Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with him came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…  That’s all they are: speculations , because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth; you made sure of that.

J was 7 and you were 11 when your dad and his mom got married. They were both important leaders in the New York mob, not the best parents ever but they couldn’t help it. At first you didn’t like him, but seeing he’s not going anywhere,he kind of grew on you.

 ** You hear the faint knock in the door that won’t stop.

“Sis, sis, open up please…” and you know he won’t go away even if you pretend to be asleep. You get out of bed and crack the door open just to see him standing there, looking tired.

“Can I sleep with you, please?” he rubs his eyes, yawning.

“Again?” you whisper, opening the door wider so he can come in. “You’re 7, not a little baby. Why can’t you stay in your room?”

“I don’t like to sleep alone,” he gets under the covers, turning so he can face you as you tuck him in.

You sigh, lifting up your shoulders, resigned on the fact you can’t get rid of him:

“Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“I can’t if you’re not by me…” he sniffles.

“Go to sleep, kid, it’s 1 in the morning. Close one eye…( and you slowly close one of his eyelids)…then the other…( and you close his other eyelid)…and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister.”

He giggles and moves closer to you.

“Sis, why don’t you have blue eyes like mine?”

“Because we’re not really brother and sister, you are old enough to understand that, right? Even if we were, the chances of both of us getting blue eyes would be really slim. Why, you don’t like my green eyes?”

“I do,” he mumbles, cuddling to your body and finally winding down.

** After a few months he broke his left arm. Since your parents are ever hardly around, you kind of have to watch him. Of course he wants to sleep in your bed all the time, especially since he’s in pain and he needs someone to feel sorry for him.

“It really hurts,” he complains, tossing on pins and needles.

“I just gave you your medication, it should work soon, just have patience. Maybe this will teach you not to jump from high places…yes?” you admonish him, caressing his casted arm, trying to soothe the pain.

“When I grow up, I’ll make you Queen,” he suddenly decides after finding a comfortable spot on the pillow.

“Queen of what?” you snort, amused at his silly games.

“Queen of…everything,” he smiles, embarrassed, because he doesn’t really know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, kid, am I in luck or what?” you roll your eyes, scoffing. “Now try to rest. Close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister, OK?”

** The loud thud wakes you up and you see J all over the floor in the pale light of the fireplace.

“Dammit!” he gathers himself up and closes the window, aggravated at his own stupidity.

“What are you doing here? I want to be alone!” you start ranting, annoyed he followed you at the hideout. “And why can’t you use the door?! You have the key.”

“I like the window better,” he shivers, taking his shoes and jacket off and crawling in bed.

You let out a loud scream when he snuggles by you.

“Jesus, you’re so cold!”

“Warm me up then,” he tries to touch your hands and you kick him.

“No, you’re too cold! Go to the other side of the bed.”

“No way, I’m freezing; come on, let me warm up, you have your cozy PJ’s on,” he pleads and you decide to give in because he’s only going to get more annoying if you don’t.

“God, you’re irritating! I thought you will stay with your girlfriend,” you remind him since he ruined your solitude plans.

“I was going to but she broke up with me tonight and you know I can’t sleep alone.”

“Jeez, you’re 16, kid! You really have to get over it! That’s why you came to bother your sister?!” you kind of yell, wanting to yank the blanket of him. “Why did she break up with you, huh? What did you do this time?”

“Nothing, she said she likes someone else,” he pouts and the disappointed look on his face makes you tense.

“No way! Who would prefer another guy over a handsome dude such as yourself?” you try to cheer him up because his story rubs you the wrong way.

“Exactly my thoughts,” he takes a deep breath, starting to get comfortable. “Now I can’t sleep anyway, I’m too worked up about it.”

“Just go to sleep, close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you try the old strategy and you both start laughing in the same time.

“I wonder if it still works,” he chuckles, doing as asked and you don’t say anything anymore. In 10 minutes he’s out and you slowly get up so you won’t wake him. You have a plan.

The next day he found out that his ex’s house burned to the ground while he was at the hideout.

“Thank God she wasn’t there,” he lifts his chin up, studying your reaction.

“Yes, aren’t we all grateful for that?” you talk through your clenched teeth, pretending to be preoccupied with the documents on your desk.

“Y/N, did you do that?” J bluntly asks and your short reply brings a huge smirk on his face:

“Nobody screws with my baby brother.”

** When you find out your boyfriend is cheating on you it isn’t pretty. J is 18 and you are 22. You got pretty drunk and he keeps you company all night, watching movies with you. You lean on his abs watching TV, eating chocolate cake and crying, then laughing, dropping cake on his skin and eating it, not even realizing what you’re doing, crying some more, a whole mess.

“I never had anybody eating cake from my abs, sis,” he confesses, ticklish at your touch as you try to get the crumbs and eat them.

“That jerk cheated on me,” you keep on repeating, distressed, not listening to him. “I need another drink, can you fetch me one?” you wipe your tears, moving so he can get up.

“Sure will, here, put your head on my pillow; I’ll be right back, OK?”

“OK…” you surprisingly agree and by the time he’s back with the drink you’re out cold.

“I really need to take a shower and wash the stupid cake away,” J huffs, placing a blanket on you. “And then you’ll have revenge,” he kisses your forehead, upset to see you in this state. “Ewww, sis, you stink like a distillery,” he crinkles his nose, getting away fast.

The next day you found out your ex was the victim of a hit and run.

“…both legs broken, in very bad shape, almost died. He’s lucky to be alive,” you tell J, carefully watching him because you have your suspicions.

“A-ha, sooo lucky, he’s one lucky guy,” he grunts, antagonized, scribbling on his map.

“J, did you do that?” you inquire and his answer makes you grin:

“Nobody messes with my sister.”

** After 3 years both your parents were killed in a heist. Something that should have been a simple mission turned into tragedy because most likely there was a snitch among your henchmen. Three weeks later J showed up at your hideout, visibly disturbed.

“We need to go, now, we’ll just take the money,” he urges you, frantically taking  the boxes of cash out of the closet and dumping them in duffle bags.
“Go where? This is our town…, what’s going on?” you go and take his hand and he stops, biting on his cheek.

“Do you trust me?” he growls, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you.

“Of course I do, you know that.”

“Then we need to get out of here, it’s not safe. We don’t exist anymore, do you hear me? We’re dead. We don’t exist,” he whispers, looking you in the eyes.

“What are you talking about?” you tilt your head, getting anxious. “What’s going on?”

He doesn’t respond, just takes his knife out of the pocket and cuts his right palm, taking yours and cutting it the same before you can object.

“Auch, what are you doing?!” you whine when he presses his cut on yours, blood dripping on the floor from both wounds.

“Now we’re somebody else, me and you don’t exist anymore, understood?”

You just nod in agreement, intrigued at his behavior.

“Go wash your hand,” he finally lets you go, “we need to leave right now.”

** You moved to Gotham and never looked back, never talked about it again, that’s how much you trusted him. It took 9 years to build your underworld empire and it wasn’t easy, but you finally owned the damn town. Nobody knows where The Joker and the woman that is always with came from. There are rumors on whom you might be: his sister, step sister, half-sister, girlfriend, wife…That’s all they are: speculations, because there is no way a living soul could trace the truth, you made sure of that. Both completely changed your appearance and who you were; the only things that remind you of your old selves are his blue eyes and your green ones. Your long hair is always bright purple with neon green highlights and his is always green with a few purple strands to match yours.

When you turned 34 it was a huge party because J also celebrated his 30th.  You always pick a random day each year for your birthdays because you don’t want anybody to know the real dates.

** After the reception you disappeared. J knows why and doesn’t like it. He waits for a little bit, then just barges in your bedroom at the right moment, startling your boyfriend:

“Y/N, we have an emergency!,” he growls, watching the guy still holding you and having the nerve to still continue to unzip your dress. “OUT!” the Joker snarls, taking another step towards you, panting.

Since you don’t show any sign of indignation, Evan lets you go, intrigued:

“Are you really going to let him interrupt us again?!”
“You heard him, OUT!” you snap. “He always comes first, you know that, so get out.”

“If you don’t take my side this time, I’m not coming back,” he threatens and you snicker for a few seconds before you glare at him, trying to control your rage:

“He said OUT!!!!” you scream, watching Evan storm out, annoyed you don’t care. J fell silent, happy at his victory, not that he doubted for a second.

“Zip me up!” you tell and turn around so J can do it. “What’s the emergency? Where are we going?” you impatiently ask, starting to collect your guns from around the room. He waits for a few more moments before answering:

“I’m craving something sweet, bake something for me.”

“Are you serious?!” you stop your movement, and he savors your reaction, entertained. “I missed on getting laid because you want something sweet?!”

“Well, duh, yeah, it’s an emergency,” The Joker smiles, pleased with himself.

“I hate you!” you fakely cry, outraged and wanting to laugh in the same time. “I really hate you!”
“This could be easily avoided if you would just consider what I’ve asked so many times, Pumpkin,” he stares at you, hoping for a positive outcome.

“You’re my brother so it’s a bad idea,” you pass your fingers through your hair, not wanting to talk about it.

“Might I remind you we’re not really related, Doll?” he wants to explain for the hundredth time and you cut him off:

“What do you want me to bake you?”

** You decide to pay him back so you wait until he has his girl over and after carefully calculating your timing, you kick the door open and the bimbo screams, alarmed, jumping off him, struggling to pull her bra straps up.

“Are you decent, Mister J?” you take a deep breath, ignoring her, noticing he’s shirtless. “Something terrible happened, I need you this instant! Get the hell OUT!” you bark at the bimbo, delighted you have a chance to ruin his fun.
The girl is confused until J jumps out of bed and pushes her outside the bedroom:

“She said get out, are you deaf?!” he slams the door behind her, quickly turning towards you: “What is it? What’s the rush?”

You step in front of him with a worried look on your face and calmly show him your pinky:

“Like I said, something terrible happened: I broke a nail.”
His mouth opens and he glances at you, grinding his silver teeth, debating if he should have a temper tantrum or not.

“You suck!” he snickers, kicking you in the shin and you laugh, loving the fact that you were able to get even.

** Later that night The Joker sneaks in your room and watches you sleep for a while before he gets in your bed.

“I can’t sleep, Y/N, you ruined my date,” he elbows you so you can wake up. You are tired and still tipsy from the few drinks you had and don’t even bother to react much.

“Just close your eyes and don’t think of anything else but your pretty sister,” you smile at the memory and you watch as his face gets really close to yours.

“You’re not my sister…” he reaches for your lips and kisses you.

“Stop it,” you frown and back out a bit.

“You’re not my sister…” J pulls you in his arms and kisses you again.

“Would you stop it? What got into you?” you try to fight him but he won’t let you talk or escape his embrace. “Stop it… please?” you manage to mutter but don’t sound very convincing.

** When you open your eyes he’s still there and you panic, slowly waking up and remembering bits and pieces from the previous night.

“J, why are we naked?” you ask even if you know the answer. You get out of bed, putting on your lacy robe and shake him. “ J, why are we naked?”

He just growls and turns on his other side:

“Lemme sleep, you kept me up all night…” he protests, covering his head with the blanket.

You don’t give up and uncover him:

“Why are we naked?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he stretches and his grin disappears when he sees your teary eyes. “What’s wrong, Princess?” he gets on the side of the bed and signals you to come sit in his lap.

“This is the most stupid thing we ever did and we did a lot of them,” you whimper, doing as asked and he cups your face, forcing you to look at him.

“I’m really not your brother, stop freaking out, hm?”

“This is bad, so bad…” you keep on repeating, upset.

“It wasn’t bad at all, Doll, not at all,” he brushes his lips on your neck and imitates you, moaning: “ Oh, J, don’t stop…Oh my God, J, yes!”

“Shush, you’re making it worse…” you pinch his arm, not really knowing what to do at this point.

“You know, what’s one stupid thing added to the others?,” he winks, hoping you’ll relax soon. “Did you ever wonder why you never liked any of my girlfriends and why I never liked any of your boyfriends?” J holds you tighter as he asks the question. “There is only one more stupid thing left to do in order to top what we did last night. You know what I’m talking about, what I always wanted to hear for years…I rather have you annoy me than someone else,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, biting his lower lip. Since you don’t answer he continues: “Yes then?”

You sigh and since he didn’t really hear a denial coming from you, he widely smiles, satisfied:

“My beautiful Doll, didn’t I promise I’ll make you Queen one day?”

** You enter the VIP room just in time to see the new girl nonchalantly placing herself in The Joker’s lap, giggling as he looks at her, intrigued. He notices you and chuckles, seeing the wild, crazy spark in your green eyes. You take a deep breath, trying so hard not to break her neck while you put his drink you went after on the small glass table by the armchair.

“Move girl,” you tell her and she gets on J’s left knee, not realizing what she’s up against. One of those stupid, oblivious bimbos that won’t live too long in this world.  You get on his right knee and he wraps his hand around your waist, waiting for you to snap. J caresses your back with a devious smirk the girl can’t even take as a last warning.

“You like Mister J?” you seductively blink, tracing his jaw line with your finger. “Isn’t he handsome?” you roughly kiss him, aroused. Once you part from his lips, you glance at her, resting your forehead on his. “Wanna kiss him too?”

“Could I?” she excitedly smiles, looking at both of you.

“Oh, yes, she loves to share me,” The Joker rolls his eyes, fully aware of the opposite.

The girl leans over and you cover his mouth just in time; she ends up kissing your knuckles.

“Bitch, you would dare??!!” you instantly lose it, your chest going up and down so fast it finally worries  her. She stares at your wedding ring and still has the nerve to open her mouth:

“But I thought you said…”

You don’t let her finish.  You punch her as hard as you can and since J is not holding her she flies on her back, bumping her head on the silver floor and passes out.

“Oops, you made my Queen mad,” he laughs with all his heart, kicking the limp body.“You think she’s dead?”

“She’d better be or I’ll finish the job,” you grumble and he turns you around so you can straddle his lap and starts purring:

“Calm down, Pumpkin, I’m all yours. Always was… you just had to say the words.”

** “Uhhh, I can’t sleep,” J sighs, yanking your arm.

You are dozing off with your head on his shoulder and faintly touch his cheek, searching for the eyes. You close one eyelid: ”Just go to sleep and,” (you close the other) ”don’t think of anything else except your pretty wife.”

“Well, that’s why I can’t sleep,” he confesses, pulling you on top of him. “Come on, let’s go another round, we gotta catch up for all the lost years.”

You start laughing, ticklish at the feeling of his lips all over your skin:

“Serves me right for being a Queen; I’ll never sleep again.”


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// saeran on a date would be such an awkward lil bean like he’s so cute but he’s never been on a date before save him



- All Saeran wants is to have a nice time– Why does his brother have to tag along? And also insist it’s a ‘date’? It’s not, it’s just some movie MC would like to see. He’s curious as well; nothing more. But yet his brother won’t stop screaming that his “ lil marshmallow ” is finding love. It’s enough to make him gag.

- But he can’t deny what he feels.. It’s like he wants to make MC have a good time. He cares for them a lot.. But he doesn’t know if it’s romantic or not. How would he? It’s new, a bit scary.

- He wears something simple, a black cotton sweater and some dark grey jeans. His brother wears a pink hoodie with white jeans. Side by side; They’re like day and night.

- The whole ride there Saeyoung is lecturing him on the proper way to treat someone on a date– it’s not a date Saeyoung..

But he ignores his twin and continues babbling on. Hold doors open, compliments, pulling out chairs.. It’s a movie theatre for crying out loud. Not a five star venue. But he does secretly take those tips to heart. He’s nervous.. It’s not that big of a deal but his brothers making his anxiety sky rocket. What if MC doesn’t have fun with him? What if he messes something up?

- Saeyoung seems to notice his brothers demeanor and sort of calms down with the overload of information. Changing to topic to go on about how he and Mary Vanderwood went on a date once. And how romantic it was apparently. Saeran just rolls his eyes at his brothers antics.

- He wanted to pick MC up from the apartment– But they insisted they’d meet the two at the theatre. He didn’t mind, but Saeyoung said it was rude at first.. They offered to drive themselves. Not rude at all.

- Once they get there, Saeran can’t wait to get out of that car and away from his brothers bullshit stories about all his dates. There’s no way Saeyoung’s attention span would even allow him to sit down and talk with someone for hours, he’d get bored too fast. Especially on a date with Vanderwood. A board of wood paired with a clown. Guess whose who.

- MC is waiting inside, they’re nervous since the twins were running a bit late. But relieved when the two show up.
Saeran compliments them, earning a wink and eyebrow wiggle from his brother. He just pushes him off, asking about the movie you all were seeing tonight. It was horror, MC picked it. Saerans a bit surprised but happy that they don’t like sappy stuff. He cant stand watching two hours of people gushing over each other on screen. Would rather see blood gushing in some chainsaw massacre. Much more entertaining, even if it’s not real.

- MC is squished between the two boys in the chairs, Saeran didn’t like Saeyoung sitting so close to them but his brother seems to constantly reminds him ’ it’s not a date right? ’ Much to his displeasure. Still.. He felt jealous.

- The movie is cheesy, he dislikes it right away. Has to hold back from screaming at the screen for the people to.. Oh, I don’t know; maybe not go into that dark alleyway? Pick the car? Drive away to safety? MC seems scared whenever something like this happens.. They hug themselves and squint their eyes. Really? It was all silly and fake; Just a movie.. But he felt bad for them. He wanted to protect them from feeling scared. He cant help but blush when they grip his shirt and squish their face against his chest when a man with a chainsaw shows up.

- He doesn’t really know how to react, so Saeyoung from across the chairs grabs his brothers arm and quickly places it over MC’s back– Much to Saerans surprise. He looks over to his twin with confusion, only getting a wink in return. He doesn’t really know how to comfort someone.. So he just rubs his thumb in place while his arm is wrapped around their back. Their breath is hot through his shirt, it feels like there’s butterflies in his stomach. Does he think they’re cute like this? Yes.. He usually finds this annoying when Saeyoung does it, but with MC he likes to feel so protective over them.

- This happens often; every time there’s a ‘scary’ scene. eventually when the movies over MC has to pry themselves away from Saeran. Their neck hurt from cuddling into him for so long, but it was worth it.

- Seven loudly groans and stretches as he stands up, his figure in front of the screen as the credits roll. Saeran stretches a little less obviously, helping MC up out of their chair as well.

- He didn’t think the movie was all that great, but he listens as his brother and MC chat back and forth about different scenes. He still felt weird.. Like his stomach was all messed up. He didn’t like it at all, it felt like anxiety but.. a little warmer.

- Saeyoung excuses himself to the bathroom, clicking his tongue and shooting finger guns towards his brother as he walks backwards towards the restrooms. Saeran had no idea why or how he puts up with this sometimes, but it leaves him and MC alone for a bit. He doesn’t really know what to say.. He feels shy all of a sudden while shuffling his feet.

“ Did you like the movie Saeran? ”
They smile at him excitedly with bright eyes; he smiles softly back to them with a slight nod.
“ It was alright.. ”
He shrugs– biting his lip as he shoves his hands into his pockets. He felt like he should do something but.. He didn’t know what.

“ You’d be amazing in a horror movie Saeran! I bet you’d know exactly what to do. Way better than those people. ”
They motion with their thumb to the theatre, implying him better as the characters on screen.
“ Sure as hell wouldn’t choose an alley over a car, that’s for sure. ”
MC laughs softly, causing Saeran to smile. He liked seeing them light up like that. It was nice..
“ Thanks for being here with me.. I— ah, appreciate it. ”
They barely blush, shuffling their feet as well when Saeran replies with a nod. Both of them felt like they should do something but.. Everything was sort of frozen.

“ I’ll text you tonight, Yeah? ”
MC says and starts to fumble with their car keys, looking up towards Saeran who looked flushed from the cold, His white hair covering bits of his forehead.
“ Yeah; Of course. ”
He nods slightly, this was awkward.. shit.. He felt like a little kid. He wanted to do.. Something– But he felt too embarrassed.
It’s like MC read his mind, because in an instant they lean onto their toes– Placing a second long kiss onto his lips, it was soft and quick but it took Saeran by surprise. Was that okay? Did they mean to do that?
“ Night Saeran.. ”
MC smiles as they move their hand to shoot him a soft wave– Climbing into their car that was parked outside the theatre.
“ Night.. ”
Saeran says basically to himself in shock as he watches them drive away, that was new. He didn’t even have much time to think about it before Saeyoung practically runs out of the theatre, hooking his arm around his brothers shoulder and laughing wildly. Saeran tried to push him off, But he wouldn’t budge.
“ Should I get ordained anytime soon? ”
He wiggles his eyebrows as he shakes Saerans shoulders, “ Shit man– You’re so awkward, I thought you were toast! But MC saved the date! They swooped in– You should have seen your face! ”

Saeran rolls his eyes with a flushed red complexion, muttering ’ stop it, shut up ’ as he breaks out of his brothers grasp and quickly walks towards the car in a huff– Saeyoung following closely behind, still laughing to himself. Why was he just watching? What a creep.

Merry Christmas, @omghoechlinplease!

It’s a quiet day– the best kind of day as far as Derek’s concerned. He’s settled on the couch, knee deep in the first half of next week’s required reading. His face is just barely out of range of a ray of sunlight that’s been steadily creeping across his living room floor towards him. In about twenty minutes that’ll become a problem, but for now?

Bliss.

The doorbell rings– probably the biography of Abraham Lincoln he ordered off Amazon. With a lazy stretch, Derek drops his book on the end table and gets up to answer the door–

–and the world spins–

–and he finds himself standing in a grimy, poorly-lit warehouse, staring down the barrels of at least six automatic rifles.

“Uh,” he croaks, hands twitching upwards on reflex, when someone captures his wrist in a vice grip and yanks. A rough voice shouts get down, dumbass! and he follows obediently, more out of shock than anything else. He folds his legs under him and throws himself to the ground behind some waist-high metal container, biting back a curse when he hits concrete elbow-first.

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asking Park Jimin on a date 101

pairing: jikook

length: snapshot, 1.3k

summary: Jungkook had been itching to finally confess to Jimin and ask him on date. After a long time of waiting, he finally was able to build up the courage to ask him to be his.

Though, it doesn’t go as well as he had planned.

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the 4 times Jungkook tries to ask Jimin on a date and the 1 time he succeeds

Jikook Fluff Week Day Two: Maraschino Monday


1. The first time Jungkook asks Jimin on a date, in a way, he succeeds. It had been simple, it was just after one of their dance practices in the studio and all the other boys were cooling down and packing up. He had gone over to Jimin who was occupied by his phone and decided to cut to the chase before the butterflies in his stomach got the best of him.

“Uh, Jimin-hyung?”

The older had looked up with his eyes shining as bright as ever, curious as to what Jungkook had to say. 

“Yeah, what’s up?” He locks his phone and sets it down, giving Jungkook his undivided attention. Which, in a way, made it more pressuring.

Jungkook swallows lightly, praying that his words come out right. 

“Would you, uh, want to go see a movie with me later today?”

Jimin’s eyebrows raised in response, seemingly caught off guard at the question. But that soon goes away when a smile spreads across his face and his mouth opens to say something.

“Jungkook I—”

“Oh, a movie!” A voice that was definitely not Jimin’s spoke loudly. Jungkook startles and glances up to find Hoseok standing near where they were sitting. “Jungkookie that’s a great idea.”

“Movie?” Taehyung’s interest seemed to be piqued because he stopped his conversation with Yoongi to tune in on what was happening.

“Yeah! Jungkook suggested we go see a movie,” Hoseok continues.

Oh no.

“Oh that’s not what I—”

“We could see that one that’s new that came out. The one with the zombies?”

“I heard that one was shit.”

“Don’t knock it till you see it”

“Fine if you want we can—

Long story short, all of BTS ended up on this “date” with Jungkook sitting five seats away from Jimin with a giant pout on his face.

2. The second time Jungkook tries was much more of a simple failure than the first time. It was really simple actually.

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering how the chocobros would react if their s/o told them they were pregnant at an early age and they're the father? Like around high school—maybe as Seniors or Juniors? You don't have to do it if you don't want to but thank you for your time!

I’ve actually been so excited to write this prompt?? I feel like there’s some good angst/fluff breeding ground right here (get it? Puns haha). I’m going to be addressing this topic not in a negative manner per se, but a less favorable one, as pregnancy in high school for many people can be a very scary thing that they aren’t prepared for.

(PS. Let’s pretend that Ignis and Gladio also went to public school during their teenage years)

Hope this is close to your liking, anon!

—Leigh


You’re scared. Very, very scared.

At first, you don’t believe the test. So you take another. Then another.

All positive.

And you feel like you’re about to throw up— this time not because of the morning sickness. The second thing you do after watching the second little red line appear on the stick for the third time is cry. You thought you were being safe, you thought…

You didn’t think enough, obviously. And now you have to deal with the aftermath.

You don’t work up the courage to tell your family. You can’t. Not yet.

First, you have to tell the father.

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Lance and Keith being domestic is my favourite thing tbh

-Lance loves to sleep in so every morning that he doesn’t need to be up early, he sleeps in until Keith literally rips him out of bed
-Keith wakes up almost every morning at 6 or something like that. He doesn’t understand how Lance can sleep for so long
-Do not talk to Lance until he’s done his morning routine or else he usually just glares and pouts
-Keith is usually waiting for him with a cup of coffee
-Lance talks Keith into having at least a “beauty night” at least once every two weeks
-Keith loves watching Lance dance, whether it be goofy dancing or sensual dancing or anything in between. He loves the way Lance seems to move so fluidly
-Sometimes when Keith comes home late, he usually finds Lance passed out on the couch(no, he wasn’t waiting) and will have to wake him up to take him to the room
-Keith hogs the blankets. They have separate blankets but will share whenever they cuddle(Lance still wakes up freezing and has to rip the blankets out from under Keith who always cocoons himself in them)
-Lance never thought of himself as a jealous person, but seeing people hit on Keith… He may or may not become a lot more hands on or even kiss Keith in front of the other person
-Keith finds it adorable. However, whenever he notices someone flirting with Lance, he usually walks up and whispers something into Lance’s ear which usually makes the other completely red
-Pidge finds them disgustingly sweet whenever they watch movies and Lance and Keith are usually cuddled up
-When they’re drunk, they both get into some weird competition over who loves who more
-It ends with Hunk and Pidge taking them home because both are plastered and trying to get into each other’s pants
-Pidge now watches how much they drink
-Lance introduced Keith to conditioner. Keith still doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal
-Keith first noticed he was in love with Lance when they were at one of Lance’s family BBQ’s and he watched the way Lance was with all the kids and how bright his laughter was
-Lance first noticed he was in love with Keith when Keith was a drunken mess, hair everywhere and clutching a pail like his life depended on it. “Lance I think I might be drunk” he slurred horribly and grinned and Lance just knew. (The moment was a bit ruined by said grinning boy puking a second later)
-The first time Keith said “I love you” was in an agreement, and was more along the lines of “Why do I have to be in love with you??”
-Lance may have started crying a bit and replied “I love you too”
-The fight ended there and ended with mushy hugs
-Lance is taller than Keith by literally 3 inches and hordes it over him. “Oh, do you need me to grab ____ from the top shelf? I got you.”
-Keith is stronger than Lance and horses that over him. “Beat me in an arm wrestle and I’ll let you go first”
-When Lance goes through his moods, Keith cuddles him and kisses the tip of his head while reassuring him
-When Keith becomes more withdrawn, Lance usually pulls him into hugs and becomes a lot more affectionate
-Lance doesn’t have panic attacks often but the first time he has one around Keith, Hunk is called to help. Keith asks Hunk to teach him how to help Lance
-Keith once agreed to let Lance do his make up. He forgot he had it on and left to a job interview with it. He got the job but never realized he had it on until he was washing his face before bed
-Lance will still swear to this day that his eyeliner and shadow was “a million” times better than Shiro’s
-Shiro was offended at that because excuse you, his is obviously the best
-Lance once bleached his hair and Keith didn’t recognize him
-Keith cut his hair once and Lance wouldn’t shut up about it for a week (Keith realized Lance really did like his mullet)
-Keith loves embarrassing Lance in public. Not in a mean way, but saying something that no one else knows about and Lance going red and covering his mouth “Shut up omg”
-Keith not getting social qu’s sometimes so he just watches whatever Lance’s reaction is and copying it
-Lance is almost always fixing Keith’s hair for him

Let Her Go (part two)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon.

Tagging: @thiscuriouslymiss

Part One

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Friday rolled around quicker than (Y/N) was prepared for, she closed her eyes as tears flowed down her cheeks bringing along mascara and eyeliner that wasn’t sitting perfectly. Her skin was pale, her lips were a tint of blue and her eyes were bloodshot. Opening her eyes, she came face to face with a zombie; someone she was accustomed to be now.

She threw her head back and sighed loudly, running her hand through her hair; letting the newly fresh curls spill over her shoulders. “Why can’t I just be normal?” She cried, sobbing into the palm of her hand. (Y/N)’s eyes glanced at her phone and when she saw it was six o’clock already, she let out a louder sob.

Her father rushed into her room in a split second, hearing the noise of his daughter caused his heart rate to pick up. “Princess,” He sighed, walking up to her desk and engulfing her into a hug. “What’s wrong?”

“I have a date,” She sighed, relaxing into the familiar scent of her father. Bert looked down at (Y/N) in shock, not once this week did she mention that she had a date, nor that she had a friend. Bert knelt down in front of his crying daughter, grasping her face in his hand and wiping away the black liquid. “And who is this lucky fella?” Bert teased causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes.

(Y/N) stared behind her father into her reflection, feeling slightly better already. “The Sheriff’s son.” She whispered, just audible enough for Bert to hear and he let a laugh as Noah’s son appeared in his mind. “Nice lad.” He noted, before his smile faltered, “And why are you crying?” His worried eyes followed (Y/N)’s glance to the makeup and clothes thrown on the bed.

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Everyone Knows

Pairing:John Winchester x Reader
Word count: 1,555
Warnings: Smut. Unprotected Sex. Semi-Public sex. Car Sex. Littering.
Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration
Requested by: @ofdragonsanddreams16. Prompt: Baby (The Impala) / Quote: “You are going to get us arrested.”
Challenge: This was written for @roxy-davenport‘s SPN Birthday Celebration. I had to work three things into the story.  The movie “The Babadook”, Impala Sex, and the quote: “You’re safe now, I’ve got you.”

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My Best Girl

Summary: Cisco is oblivious to your love for him, and you can’t seem to distance yourself from him. 

Pairing: Cisco x Reader, Cisco x Gypsy

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Originally posted by endlesslyalice

“Cisco!” Caitlin called out for the engineer.

“What?” he questioned coming into the cortex with a Twizzler in between his lips. His eyes darted between Cait, the robot and you. You were sprawled out on the floor, holding an arm of the robot which was dangerously close to your face. Cait was whacking it with a folder, also trying to keep it from destroying her table. Cisco quickly sprang into action, shutting down the manic robot.

“What happened?” he asked while picking you up off the floor.

“Well…” Cait started.

“I had nothing to do with this!” you exclaimed.

Cait sighed, throwing you daggers with her eyes, “Traitor!”

“Guys I spent three days working on that robot, what happened?” Cisco asked again this time sounding a little annoyed.

“You said it was ready to use. I mean the thing was designed to give us an extra pair of hands around the lab, right? So, I needed help testing a couple of samples, all I did was tell it to hold the samples, a second later it started flinging the samples around almost hitting Millie in the face when she tried to stop it. After that it tried to pin us both down, that’s when I called you,” Cait explained. Though he was annoyed and disappointed that another invention failed, hearing that you almost got hurt from it his face softened.

“You okay?”  Cisco asked quietly while looking at you for any signs of cuts.

“I’m okay Cisco. I’m sorry about your robot,” you apologized.

“No, don’t be sorry,” he says while walking over to the robot. “Hey Butterfingers, it’s bad enough that you couldn’t do the job I programmed you to do, but then you try to maime my best girl. You’re going in the incinerator, you hear me?!?!” You laugh at the silly exchange Cisco was having with the robot, while also hiding the blush that crept up your cheeks at Cisco calling you his best girl.

“Don’t be silly Cisco. Just reprogram it or something,” Cait said, as she cleaned up the mess.

“No, no, no. This thing tried to hurt my Millie. No one lays a finger, or in this case, robotic claw on her like that and gets away with it,” Cisco claims, making Cait roll her eyes.

“Calm down, mi Amor. Give poor Butterfingers another chance,” you say throwing your arms around his shoulders and bring his back close to your chest.

“Fine, only because my girl said so. You put a gear out of line again, and it’s to the incinerator, understood?” Cisco warned the robot while you giggled. “Okay, I gotta go or H.R. is gonna mess up my lab. Again.” Before walking out of the cortex he placed a kiss on your cheek, you hoped Cisco didn’t wonder why your cheeks were burning as you mindlessly brought your hand where his lips were a second ago, staring longingly at his retreating figure.

“Ahem,” Cait cleared her throat obnoxiously snapping your attention back to the reality, you tried to ignore her disapproving eyes and raised eyebrows by going over to the med bay, where you were working before the whole robot fiasco took place. After a minute or so of working in silence Cait came over to standing in front of you effectively making you stop in your tracks. “When are you gonna tell him? I’m tired of watching you give him googly eyes!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Cait,” you lie but at her expression, you let out a frustrated, defeated breath.

You had a crush.

No, not a crush, you were in love. Hopelessly head over heels in love with Cisco Ramon, your best friend who only saw you as his best friend. When you first noticed your feelings towards Cisco moved from platonic to romantic you tried to stop yourself. It didn’t help that he kept calling you ‘his girl’ and ‘mi Amor’, hugging you and kissing your cheeks whenever he could. Before you knew it, you feel in love with your best friend, but you knew that Cisco only saw you as a friend. This leads you to the situation you were in now, it hurt you every time you were near him because you could feel yourself falling more and more for him. But you couldn’t bring yourself to put distance between you and him. Everyone around you knew about your feelings for him, but Cisco was oblivious.

“Cait, what do you want me to do? I know that he only sees me as a friend. I’m more afraid of losing his friendship than the rejection,” you said, trying not sound as upset as you were. Cait sighed and pulled you into a hug soothing you.


You were bouncing on the balls of your feet as you got dressed, barely containing the excitement. The reason for your excitement was simple, today’s your birthday. Ever since you started working at S.T.A.R labs, Cisco would go overboard with decorations, presents, and celebrations for your birthday. Two years ago, at your request, he tamed it down to no decorations, a couple presents, and a simple birthday cake, even so, it was always a joyful occasion for you. Today was also Cisco’s and your weekly movie marathon night, doubling your excitement.

Before Cisco and the others came into your life, days like this were filled with tears and despair. Your family died in a car crash when you were a teen since then you moved away from your hometown cutting ties with all extended family as they reminded you of what you lost too much. Thankfully the hole in your heart diminished as your friends turned into your family, and being with them (especially Cisco) made you miss your parents, and siblings less during special occasions like your birthday.

You walked into the cortex and sat down at your station, patiently waiting for Cisco to greet you with the annual birthday hugs and kisses. When you heard, his voice approaching you turned your chair, facing the doorway. Cisco was laughing when he came into the cortex, a sound that filled you from top to bottom with warmth. However, the warmth left you when you noticed the arm that was wrapped around his waist, and the woman attached to his side. Gypsy. Cisco was staring at her with adoration and longing, a look you longed to get from him. It took them a couple of seconds to notice that they weren’t alone.

“Hey, (Y/N/N). Listen Gypsy just dropped in, if anyone asks where I am just tell them I’m out with her. I’ll be there for our movie marathon, okay,” Cisco said, and before you had the chance to process what he said, Gypsy leaned in kissing him. If your brain couldn’t understand what was happening before, it couldn’t comprehend anything right now. All you could focus on was the pain you were experiencing, the heartbreak sending sharp shooting pain through your body. When you opened your mouth to respond to him, you noticed that they had already left. The day that started off joyful quickly turned painful. Shortly after Cisco left, Caitlin, Barry, and HR came into the Cortex laughing about something HR probably said.

Barry immediately noticed your slumped shoulders and uncharacteristic quietness. “Hey, the birthday girl is not supposed to be sad,” he exclaimed coming over to you and throwing his arms around your shoulder. Barry and you shared a brother, sister relationship, you two would relentlessly tease each other, scold one another as well as be each other’s rock. Cisco would repeat from time to time that you both held the ability to read each other’s mind. Naturally, Barry was the first one to notice your feelings for Cisco and he has been the one who encouraged you the most to tell Cisco about them.

“Wait, it’s your birthday? Miss. (Y/L/N) why did you not tell me, I’m going to start on the decorations. Oh, and we must have cake, and presents,” HR starts to ramble but you weren’t in the mood for celebrations. When it came to celebrating your birthday, Cisco would keep you busy the entire day to keep your mind from wandering off to sad thoughts of your family not being there, which would result in you in tears. Coming to terms with the fact that he forgot about your birthday, along with the pain of watching him with another woman, knowing he would never look at you the same way as he looked at her, broke you. Added to that your family’s absence got to you, as well. The tears slipped out faster than you thought and within seconds you were sobbing into Barry’s shoulder. Cait dragged HR out of the cortex, explaining quietly to him why you were crying. It took you a couple of minutes to calm down but once the sobs turned into sniffles Barry took your face in his large hands making you face him.

“Missing them?” he whispers, to which you nod. “Come on, we’re going to my apartment and cooking!” Before you could protest he picked you up bridal style and sped you to his apartment. The rest of the day was spent cooking, and messing around. Cait and HR dropped by half way through the day with presents and cupcakes. Cait and Barry were curious on where Cisco was, knowing how every year he would be the one to remind them of your birthday. Not wanting to upset you further they didn’t ask for his whereabouts. When the sun set, you made your way back to your place, knowing that Cisco wouldn’t skip out on the movie night.

Once at your place, you prepped the couch, adding more pillows and bringing out your plush throws. You also made the popcorn and brought out the other snacks you reserved for this night. You waited and waited for him to show up, checking your phone every five minutes. The pain you felt in the morning returned with more intensity as the time passed with no response from Cisco.  Three hours after he was supposed to show up at your apartment you gave up hope of him coming. Sighing, you picked up the framed picture of your family, hugging it you laid on the couch letting the tears you held back spill out.

It was the annoying beeping of your phone that woke you up, you opened your eyes and put your hand up to shield your eyes from the sunlight piercing through your curtains. Picking up your phone as yet another notification beeps through, you get up from the couch where you guess you feel asleep last night. There was a total of 17 missed calls and 24 messages, 10 of the missed calls and 16 of the messages were from Cisco, the rest from Barry and Cait. Taking note of the time, you rushed to get ready and head over to the lab, not bothering to read any of the messages. You arrived at work a whooping 4 hours late, and when you walked into the cortex Cisco tackled you into a hug. You pushed him off of you, mad at him for not only forgetting your birthday and not showing up to your movie night but also not even having the decency to let you know that he wasn’t going to make it.

“Where were you? I was so worried, mi Amor,” he exclaimed as you brushed past him. Cait, Barry, and HR were all in the cortex, eyes darting from Cisco to you. When you don’t respond to Cisco, he sighs and walks over to your lab station. “Are you mad at me for missing movie night? I’m sorry. It’s just that well, Gypsy only visits occasionally and we have movie night every week it could wait,” he explained. Cait and HR visibly winced at this, realizing exactly how much Cisco hurt you. Barry, on the other hand, was furious, he knew that if Cisco didn’t show up to the movie night, you probably spent the entire night crying. Your eyes stung at those words, he still didn’t remember that yesterday was your birthday. Knowing yourself, you knew if you didn’t get out of this situation soon you would start sobbing, grabbing your things, you tried to make your way out of the cortex. However, you were stopped by Cisco who got a hold of your wrist. “Oh come on, (Y/N/N). It was one night, I said I was sorry, you’re blowing this out of proportion,” that all it took for the tears you were holding back to escape. Hearing you sniffle Cisco’s hold on your wrist faltered, giving you the perfect opening to escape from his grasp. Seeing your crying figure leave the cortex, Barry lost all his cool and went off on Cisco.

“What the hell man?!!” he all but screamed.

“What? I don’t know why it was big deal. I’ve missed movie nights before,” Cisco answered confused.

“Cisco, what was yesterday’s date?” Cait asked, to try and get him to realize his mistake.

“(Y/B/M) (Y/B/D),” Cisco replied it took a couple of seconds for him to realize why you were so upset. He missed your birthday. He completely forgot about it. URGH! How could he forget about his girl’s birthday?

“Oh I messed up,” he sighed, closing his eyes.

“Yeah you messed up,” Barry responded bitterly.

“I need to talk to her,” Cisco said, and started walking out of the cortex.

“Cisco, I don’t think she wants to see you right now,” Barry said, blocking the way out.

“But I have to, I hurt her Barry,” he said trying to swerve past him.

“Cisco, she’s mad at you at the moment. If she sees you, she’ll just be more upset,” Caitlin commented.

Defeated Cisco let’s out a sigh, “How do I fix this?” A deafening silence followed his question and he knew that he was to fix this himself. After leaving the cortex you made it to your car, however, you were in no shape to drive so you sat there crying, hoping that letting it all out of your system will make you feel better. It took a while for the stinging behind your eyes to diminish, and sobs to dwindle down to sniffles. While you were in the car Barry had called you several times along with sending you messages, deciding not to worry him further you called him.

“(Y/N/N), where are you?” he asked as soon as you picked up.

“In my car,” you croaked out.

“Do you want company?”

“No Barry I’m gonna go home now,” you say wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball under the covers. “I promise to call you if things go bad,” you added and bid him goodbye.

You were laying on your couch, curled up underneath your favorite blanket when the doorbell rang. Groaning you get up and open the door, only to be met face to face with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers, there were red tulips along with lilies of the valley. As you grabbed the beautiful flowers from the delivery boy, he wished you a happy belated birthday and left. Confused you closed your door and started to inspect the flowers for a card, upon finding it you opened it to find a simple ‘Sorry’ written on it. From that, it didn’t take that long for you to figure out the sender’s identity. Though you were not willing to forgive him for his actions just yet, you accepted the flowers happily putting them in water.

You went back to laying on the couch, opting to watch Supernatural instead of moping underneath your blankets. Ten minutes into the episode another knock came from your door when you opened it you were greeted by two teen girls holding what looked like 15 boxes of your favorite brand of chocolate. Seeing their struggle, you quickly grabbed some of the boxes from them, they too wished you a happy belated birthday and left. However, you called them back and gave 5 boxes each, when they refused you chuckled, saying chocolate is a medicine that all woman should share with each other. Opening the boxes, you found a note attached to the lid, unfolding it while popping a chocolate in your mouth you moaned in satisfaction as you read the note.

‘I know you were too nice not to share the boxes with the girls that delivered it. Unfortunately, that also means I had to stick this same note to all 15 of the boxes. So, girls if you’re reading this note, please stop. Now. I know I forgot your birthday, and I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, that I would forget my girl’s birthday. I also know that since I wasn’t there to distract you, you spent the entire day thinking about your family. And on top of that, I had to be an idiot, and not show up to our movie marathon. Not only that, I didn’t even let you know I could make it, you went to sleep holding that framed picture of your family, didn’t you? I’m so sorry, mi Amor. I know that nothing I say can ever make up for the pain I caused you, but I hope I will be able to earn it from you.’

Okay, the mentality you had of not forgiving him was quickly diminishing. You couldn’t help it, the man had a way of making your heart melt. Another ten minutes passed before you had to get up from the couch once again to answer the knocking at your door. This time it was a woman at your door holding a beautiful wooden box, she smiled giving you the box and wishing you a happy belated birthday. There was a card attached to this present as well, it read ‘Put this on and be ready by 6.’ Curious and a little excited you opened the box to find a beautiful sapphire chiffon dress and matching jewelry. Looking at the time you noted you only had an hour to get ready, you quickly put on the dress, fixing your hair and makeup. At precisely six there was another knock at your door, this time you were greeted by none other than Cisco, dressed in a suit with his tie matching your dress. He held a single rose out to you, you smiled as you grabbed it, putting it in the vase with the others flowers he got you.

“I know that it may seem obligatory to tell your date that they look beautiful but mi amor you look stunning,” he says.

“Date?” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“Yes,” he said and offered his arm to you which you took. He walked you to a fancy restaurant, a little nervous. Feeling the nervousness come off him, you veered the conversation towards something he was more familiar. And within minutes he was back to being his usual happy sassy self. After dinner, he walked with you to a park where he got fidgety and nervous again, once you came to a pond he stopped and moved in front of him.

“(Y/N/N), I am so sorry for forgetting your birthday and I know how much it must have hurt when I didn’t show up to our movie night as well. Amor, when you left the Cortex crying I was afraid that I lost you forever. When that thought came to my mind, I realized just what you mean to me. (Y/N/N), I can’t imagine my life without you, I don’t think I could survive a single day without seeing your smiling face. I’ve been an oblivious idiot for long enough, I love you, I love you so much. Please give me a chance and be my girlfriend?” he exclaimed, holding tightly to your hands. His speech left you with very few words to say, and after a couple of minutes of silence, Cisco lets go of your hand with a crestfallen face. Sighing he turns away from you, “I understand. I mean I never expected someone as beautiful as you to agree to be in a relationship with me. I mean you are way out of my league, I just hope this won’t affect our friendship. I really don’t want to lose you, gosh I just messed everything up didn’t I? I’m such an id-“ You stopped Cisco’s rambling by crashing your lips to his, it took him a second before matching the kiss with the same amount of passion you had.

“Cisco Ramon, you are an idiot,” you laughed pulling away from him, “Only because you were totally oblivious to my love for you for this long.”

“You love me?” Cisco asked quietly afraid he might have heard you wrong.

“Yes, Cisco I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“FINALLY!!!” Cisco and you jumped at the sound coming from a large bush near the pond. Cisco moved slightly in front of you as you watch Barry, Cait, and HR get up from their hiding spot, brushing the dirt and leaves off them.

“How long have you guys been following us?” you ask amused at your disheveled friends.

“Since the restaurant,” HR confessed before Barry or Cait could come up with a lie.

“Hey Cisco, hurt her-“ Barry started.

“And I’ll freeze your balls,” Cait finished, smirking evilly. Cisco’s expression at the comment was priceless, you knew he was imagining at Killer Frost grabbing hold of his manhood. Shuddering at the thought yourself, you couldn’t help but laugh at his alarmed and within moments the rest of the huddle were clutching their sides laughing. Cisco pulled you in for another kiss, holding you close and beaming at you as he let go, giving you the expression that you had seen him give many women before, but this time it was different. Not only was it aimed at you, there were adoration and longing, but there was also love in his expression.

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