i'll let you cuddle with it every once in a while

domestic klance
  • Keith and Lance are both horrible cooks, neither of them can cook if their lives depended on it
    • They make a lot of salad
    • Keith can make 1 (one) thing: pasta
    • pockets. Every damn day.
    • Lance even needs help getting his poptarts out of the toaster
  • Keith sleeps on the left side of the bed, closest to the door
  • Lance sleeps on the right side of the bed, closest to the window
    • They still squabble over equal blanket distribution
    • “That’s my pillow!” “No, yours is the lumpy one!”
  • Lance likes to do dishes by hand because growing up, his family didn’t own a functioning dishwasher
    • He puts on his music super loud and sings and dances a little while washing dishes
    • Keith can’t resist a little sneak attack from behind, of course
    • Especially when Lance swings those hips. Do you really expect Keith not to playfully pinch that cute Lancey Lance butt
  • “Babe, your turn to plan date night tomorrow”
  • “Order pizza and cuddle to Ghibli movies”
  • “We’ve done that the past 3 months on your weeks, Keith”
  • Keith just likes to have Lance lay on his chest on the couch because Lance’s skin is always smooth and cool and he feels nice
  • Lance doesn’t mind, he likes napping on his mullet man
  • Keith lets Lance braid his mullet when he’s busy and can’t give him proper attention, sometimes Lance puts in ribbons
    • “You’re a princess now, princesses don’t have to do homework. Now come play outside with me, I wanna catch a butterfly!”
  • They like to go outside and catch butterflies only to set them free
  • In summer they catch fireflies
  • And in fall they catch inchworms and caterpillars
  • Keith caught a moth once and named it Mothman
    • “Mothman isn’t real, Keith.”
    • “Mothman IS real and he’s RIGHT HERE”

feel free to send me more or add on to this

3 A.M. (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

394. “It’s 3am and you’re the only person in McDonald’s right now and why do I have to work the night shift”

A/N: Okay, so this is the first fic I’ve ever posted online so be gentle, please lol. I really have been meaning to write this for a long time, but it took some self-convincing. Anyways, here it is and enjoy! I do take requests about anything to be honest so ask away!


You were bored. Scratch that, you were dying from boredom. Why did you have to work the night shift, rather why was there even a night shift? It’s currently past midnight and the only customers you’ve had since midnight are junkies without money. You were resting your head on your hand and leaning over the counter. You sighed heavily and stared at the clock, watching the minutes pass by. You wanted nothing more than to wash the grease off of you and to lay down in your bed watching your favorite show on Netflix. 

Just then, the bell hanging above the door chimed. A customer at this ungodly hour of the night? You instantly recognized who the customer was. He was wearing a flannel with a striped T-shirt underneath. He wore big glasses and had brown hair and plastered on his face was his big shit-eating grin. The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman. But he was also your friend, so maybe he can tell you some of his stupid jokes to cheer you up. 

“Why are you here? Seriously, it’s 3 am.” 

“Is that how you talk to paying customers? Honestly, I’d like to speak to your manager.” 

“Go ahead, she’s probably in bed asleep considering she left 3 hours ago. What do you want, Kleinman?” 

“I just wanted to visit my best friend slaving away her youth in a shitty fast food chain restaurant. Are you seriously the only one working?”

“Afraid so. There’s no point in me being here.” 

“You’re right. Let’s ditch it and go to my house.” 

“Isn’t that a little suspicious? You know, a girl actually wanting to be at your house at 3 am?” 

“Fuck off. I’m trying to save you from this hellhole, but if you’re going to act like that-” 

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t just leave.” Jared looked around the restaurant. Literally he searched every corner of the dining area and came back. 

“That’s funny, I don’t see anyone else here. No manager to force you to stay. C’mon, live a little (Y/N).” 

“I appreciate the sentiment, Jared, but seriously, I can’t go. Maybe another night.” 

“Alright, I guess I'll tell everyone to come in, then.” 

“Everyone?” Jared smirked and dialed a number on his phone. 

“Yeah, man, she said she can’t leave. Alright, come on in.” 

He shut his phone off and you stared at him in confusion. Just then, you heard a couple car doors slam shut. The bell chimed again and in walked Connor, Zoe, Evan, and Alana. 

“Guys, what the hell are you doing here?” 

Zoe answered you, “Since you couldn’t leave work, we decided to come here to try and convince you to hang out.” 

“But you guys can’t stay unless you buy something.” 

Everyone “checked” their pockets for money, meaning that they didn’t actually look for the sake of getting you to leave your job. Connor spoke, 

“Aww man, we don’t have any. Guess you’ll have escort us out and then ditch this place.” 

“Alana, you’re going along with this?” 

“I know, it seems so out of character, but Fridays aren’t fun without you, (Y/N).”

You wiped your hand on your face and looked at your friends’ pleading faces.

“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll leave. But if I get fired, it’s on you.” 

Jared clapped your back, “Aaand we can help you find a new one. One that doesn’t make you work a night shift at 3 am on Friday nights.” 

You locked up the restaurant. You had changed clothes before leaving and even put on some deodorant because no one likes lingering McDonald’s smell. Everyone else had already piled in Jared’s car. Jared hung back with you. You turned to him, 

“So, you’ve dragged me out of work to hang out? We could’ve done this another night, you realize.” 

“Now what kind of friend would I be if I let my best friend in the whole world out to dry working?” 

“A normal one..?” 

“Good thing I’m not normal. Unless you’d rather be in there with all the grease fuming up into your hair-” 

“No! I-I’m happy that you came and got me.” 

“That’s what I thought. I mean who can resist the insanely cool Jared Kleinman?” 

 You two began walking to his car as you said, “Oh, definitely not me, Jared. My life would be too boring without you.” 

You were joking when you said that, but you knew deep down that it was true. If it wasn’t for Jared, you’d still be at work, bored out of your mind. Jared always came to the rescue, whether it was getting you to ditch work or to even chase off creepy guys who were flirting with you. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 

You got in the passenger seat while Jared got in the driver’s seat. He smiled at you as he turned on the radio. He plugged in his phone and began playing Cupcakke’s Deepthroat. You and the rest of the gang started shouting the lyrics, except for Evan and Alana who were terrified at the horrid lyrics. 

Jared pulled into the parking lot of a park. Everyone got out and ran around like kids. You laughed at Connor and Evan who were recreating the Jack and Rose scene from Titanic at the top of the slide. The night was filled with many pictures and snapchat videos of you all just goofing off and having the time of your lives. You saw a tree at the back end of the park that seemed sturdy enough to climb, so you raced towards it. You reached up to the lowest branch and hoisted yourself up. You grabbed onto the next branch and sat upon it. You leaned back against the trunk and watched your friends run around.

“Hey, you better be careful up there. You don’t wanna end up falling out of it like Tree Boy over there.” 

“I’ll be fine, Jared, I used to do this all the time when I was younger.” 

Jared hoisted himself onto the branch that was next to yours. He faced the trunk of the tree and leaned against the other branches. You smiled and averted your gaze, blushing. Thank God it was dark out. 

“Hey, thanks for bailing me out.”  

“What are awesome friends for, amirite?” 

“Man, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“In all honesty, you’d probably be better off. I mean, you could lose your job by being here.” 

“So what? If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be there and not here… with you.” 

“(Y/N) (L/N) if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.” 

He smirked as you sighed. Then you grinned as you said, 

“And what if I am?” 

It was his turn to blush. For once, Jared was speechless. He just laughed awkwardly as you chuckled. 

“Okay, okay, calm down there. I know I’m irresistible, but no one can tie down this loser.” 

“Pfft. Whatever, Kleinman. You’d jump at the chance to get with me and you know it.” Jared just smiled and avoided your gaze. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Hey, I’ll race you to the slides!”

“Oh, you are so going down!” 

You and Jared jumped from the tree and took off running for the slides. You had taken a shortcut under the jungle gym and climbed up to the top. You jumped over the side of the bars. You stopped him in his tracks. 

“I win!” 

“Damn, you got lucky.” 

“I sure did.” 

You smiled as you kissed his cheek and immediately went down the slide. He stood there in utter shock and then chased after you. After an hour, Jared drove everyone to his house and passed out in his living room. You and Jared had somehow ended up in a cuddling position throughout the night. Your face was in his chest and his arm was draped over your waist pulling you in closer. 

You woke up to the smell of him and grinned. You hesitantly sat up and looked at your surroundings. There were your best friends in the whole world passed out on the floor in the living room of the guy you had been crushing on since 6th grade. You reached around for your phone and picked it up. You looked at the pictures from the night before and reminisced about the fun times that happened only hours ago. You saw the picture of you on his back with him holding your legs and your arms wrapped around his neck. You were both smiling and laughing. You cheesed at the photo. 

“That might actually be the gayest photo of me.” 

Jared was up. You, jokingly, pushed him away. Pretty soon everyone woke up and it was time for everyone to leave. They all, once again, climbed in Jared’s car as he dropped them off one by one. You were the last one to get dropped off. Jared walked you to your front door.

“Thanks for everything. Seriously, that was the most fun I’ve had in awhile.” 

“Glad I could help. Seriously, if you ever need me to bail you out again, I’m one text away.” 

You smiled as you turned to go into your house. Jared’s hand on your wrist caught you by surprise. 

“Jared, what th-” 

He cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. You, mindlessly, grabbed onto his flannel as you kissed back. He pulled away as he rested his forehead against yours. You both smiled as he pecked your lips. 

“Sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

“You can do that whenever you like, I won’t complain.”

You both laughed as he started back to his car.

“I gotta run, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“We’re hanging out tomorrow?”

“Well, I just now decided that we are going to a movie tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“Well, aren’t you assertive.”

“You love it.” 

“You’re damn right I do.” 

He chuckled and kissed your hand before leaving. You walked into your house and sat down on the couch. Your mom came in and scolded you about getting fired because you went to hang out with your friends. Apparently, the security cameras were on. 

After your mom was done, you sent a text to the group chat with everyone in it. 

To: Tree Squad🌲 

Guys, I just got fired!!! 


Oops! Sorry! 


Well, you didn’t need that job anyways!




Oh my god! I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to! 


Haha, relax, Hansen. I can just find another one. 


McDonald’s fucking sucks anyways. Have you guys seen this meme? 


Jared what the fuck 


That’s disgusting


Honestly that’s just in poor taste Jared 


I’m really starting to think that that can’t even be considered a meme 




See? I’m funny! (Y/N) is the only one that gets me! 



(In a separate text) 


Hey, sorry about your job. I’ll definitely make it up to you. 


You already did 


Well there’s more where that came from.


Just then he sent a picture of your face in his chest from this morning. You smiled. 



You should definitely take more naps at my house. It’s like hella cute and all that gay shit 


 Thank you once again insanely annoying Jared Kleinman :p

goodnight kisses

✩ mark tuan x got7
✩ fluff

A muffled groan left your lips as you shifted around on your bed, trying to find a more comfortable position to snuggle deeper into the covers. But the disturbance of your movements caused Coco to raise her head and watched you tumble about from her spot at foot of the bed.

The moment you settled back down, Coco shuffled closer towards you, taking bouncy steps on top of the comforter while her tail wagged happily back and forth in the air. A wet puppy kiss dragged across your cheek the moment she was close enough and causing you to scrunch up your face from the sudden affection.

“Mmm… sleepy time, Coco…” you mumbled, hiding your face in the pillow to restrain her from any further kissing attacks.

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anonymous asked:

Hey (°∇°)ノ if it's not much trouble, how about RFA+ V and Saeran learning that MC had an abusive family and was bullied in school to the point she became terrified of people and afraid to leave home for years? ._. after much therapy I'm less afraid, but seeing people i went to school with or knew my family on the streets still makes me freeze - sometimes I can keep it together till I come home, but either way I'll end up crying and shaking t_t have a good day thoヽ(゜∇゜ヽ)

A/N: Oh no, my nonnie o(;△;)o I’m glad to hear you’re doing at least a little better!! That’s a start!! But I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through that! I’ve been in a similar situation, so if you ever need to talk or just rant about it, just shoot us a message! <3 ~Admin 404


           - yandere yoosung (can you tell i love that concept? oops)

           -How could anyone be so mean to you?? To make you fear other people???


           -WHO WOULD DO THAT TO YOU ;A;

           -When you come home upset, he immediately gets upset too

           -He feels so bad when you’re crying!! He can’t help but cry too!! BUT! He’ll suck it up and be strong for you

           -Wraps you up in a ton of blankets so you’re comfortable!

           -Makes a lot of comfort food that his mum used to make for him whenever he was sad!

           -Will put in your favourite video game and play against you!!!!

           - Says he let you win so you would feel better but in reality he totally got his ass kicked


           -HELL NO

           -NOT HIS PRINCESS!!!


           -He’s a pretty famous actor, so he’s always surrounded by a ton of people

           -Loves when you go out with him!!!!! But also respects when you can’t because you’re too anxious

           -Will always protect you from others! The moment he notices you’re uncomfortable in public he will rush you home

           -If you come home crying, he’ll run you a hot bath and let you soak in it for as long as you need to calm down!

           -Then, he’ll ask you about your day and if there’s anyone he needs to punch

           -His singing voice is so calming to you!! So he’ll sing to you for hours if needed

           -Makes you sing along because it’s so therapeutic! Even if you sing silly Disney songs, it helps you so much and it makes him happy that you can turn your frown upside down!!


           -The first time you told her about your school and home life, she felt so bad!!

           -You don’t deserve to be treated like that?? You’re a great person, they all suck

           - Lemme teach you judo, MC, so you can fight them

           -She had you describe a few of the people who would cause you to have a panic attack in public, so if she sees any one that fits even a FRACTION of that description

           -She’ll turn you around and immediately speed walk the other way

           - but jaehee the coffee shop is that way???

           -On days that you come home and break down, she immediately gets started on making you a nice cup of coffee

           -Pops in a Zen DVD, makes popcorn, and cuddles up on the couch

           -Makes you put your head on her lap! Let her wipe your tears away while you rant about your day, MC

           -She’ll research multiple different ways to help you cope with this fear, because she just wants to help and understand you better!!


           -When you first came home and broke down in the doorway, he was ready to murder someone

           -Not even hire someone to do it, just straight up do it himself

           -Who upset his Kitten? They’re as good as dead now

           -He knew about your family history, but never about the school bullying

           -He assures you that you won’t see any of them when the two of you go out, because it’s usually exclusive parties or restaurants

           -Doesn’t want you to leave without body guards! They can protect you!

           - Not to mention that you’re the nicer half of the relationship so holy shit they love you they will protect you no matter what


           -He’ll have the three of you cuddle close together in bed, and he’ll mindlessly run his fingers lightly across your body in random patterns as you describe your day

           -He’s still not very good at emotions, but he tries to comfort you the best he can!! He’ll listen with 5000000% focus, and wipe your tears away





           - okay but??? you didn’t deserve what you went through too, saeyoung;;;

           -Hacks into every single account any of these people have had on the internet

           -But never tells you about it because??? He doesn’t want to get scolded just let him protect you in the best way he can MC

           -The moment he sees even a glimmer of tears in your eyes, he’ll sweep you off your feet (literally) and carry you everywhere around the house, acting silly

           -He’ll put in your favourite movie and make stupid voices and comments about it to make you laugh

           -Kisses every single tear away if he doesn’t catch you soon enough

           -PILLOW FORTS!


           -Omg no why did you have to go through this

           -He’s a pacifist but?

           -Honestly still wants those who hurt you to feel harm themselves

           - omg that was mean of me im sorry mc

           -He likes to pick beautiful, secluded places for the two of you to visit and hang out!

           -Heartbroken when you come home crying though!

           -Will hold you close, and whisper sweet, comforting words against the top of your head

           -Holds you for hours on end, like seriously the two of you have stood in the middle of the living room holding each other close for about two hours once

           -But if you’re still crying, or if he sees your eyes slightly teary, he will not let you go, you will stay in his arms until he’s positive you’re okay!!!!

           -Always rubbing your back softly to comfort you, and remind you that he’s here for you no matter what


           -Hey, he’s been through a lot too

           -He’s also afraid of people

           -So he’s understanding if you don’t want to go out often, it’s no problem for him!

           -If you come home crying, or he sees a panic attack coming on, he takes you to the comforting privacy of your bedroom

           -Holds you so close that you can physically feel his steady heartbeat

           -He’s not very good with words, but he’s researched a few things to help you calm down

           -Makes you recite 5 things you can see, 4 things you can hear, etc. to help ground you

           - i’ll kill anyone who hurt you MC, let me at them

           -Runs his hands through your hair and will lull you to sleep so you can wake up in his arms, home, relaxed, and safe!

           -“I’m not very good with emotions or words but you’re amazing MC and the people who hurt you will have to answer to me.”

↠ pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: post breakup au, angst

↠ word count: 1195

↠ warnings: none

↠ summary: It’s your first family gathering since your breakup and your little cousin tells you to bring Taehyung over the next time you come over for dinner because he absolutely adores him. Now it’s 3:16 in the morning and you’re sitting in the tub crying as you reminisce the day he left you.

↠ a/n: this is my first fic so i apologize for any mistakes!

The time reads 3:16 am in big, bright and bold, white numbers. Though your attention isn’t on the obnoxious numbers that light up on your phone screen, but rather on what lays behind them; the photo of two young adolescents madly in love.

Or you two were once, anyway.

No matter how many times you’ve told yourself, you never found it in your heart to change your lock screen photo to something different— something less aching. It’s as if the notion would confirm the earth shattering truth that would break that small piece of your heart that refuses to let go and believe in the inevitable that there is no longer a ‘you and Taehyung’ in the picture, but, rather, just you.

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I'll be waiting-NewtxReader (Request)

A/N: Request for Newt cuddles pending his departure to yet another journey. Short, but always sweet. 🍭 I hope…


MOOD MUSIC: Picking Flowers by Sasha


It was the aggravating sound of an alarm that first woke you, a sigh escaping your lips as you tried to ignore it. But, Newt would have it another way, an amused chuckle hitting your ear as he nuzzled deep into your neck for attention. It hardly seemed fair that morning should come so quickly for you both, the very ache of Newt once again leaving for a long trip weighing heavily on your mind. Deep down it felt as if he had just gotten back from the last one, and to have him leave again was just another long torturous journey for you.

“Come on now, darling. It’s morning.”


It was a pathetic whine, but you could barely bring yourself to turn around in your sleepy daze. Especially knowing that his beautiful stare would hurt all the more once you met it. Letting the wizard go was never an easy thing for you, but you had known the cons of his career. And to be fair, him leaving you behind was the least of your worries. As much as he attempted to ease the stress you felt over his wellbeing, you still grew concerned. Every minute of every day he was gone, you’d worry for the gentle Hufflepuff.

You swept your palms down his arms that were tangled around your body. Indulging in the warmth he had to offer before getting up. It was perfect just like this, and if time allowed it you’d bask in the love of his embrace forever.

“Must you go?”

Newt nudged gently at your shoulder with his nose, resting his chin atop it as he gave a less than cheerful smile. He was in no mood to be parted from you either, his heart already longing for your touch that would soon be far from him. However, with work there wasn’t much choice presented to him, and while he hated the idea of leaving you behind he knew he was doing it for the right reasons.

“So sorry, my love.”

“I know.”

You whispered, curling back into his loving hug. You knew it wasn’t his fault, and you admired the man greatly for all his current and future accomplishments in magizoology. But, you just wished it was possible for you to tag along on his adventures. Though that couldn’t be, as your own job held you back here.

“Promise you’ll be safe?”

“I promise.” Newt kissed your cheek, letting his lips linger for a moment before entwining your fingers together. “You have my word, Darling.”

“Do I?” You questioned playfully, the soft brush of his mouth along your knuckles making you look back at him.

He just hummed in response, kissing each fingertip with as much devotion as he could muster so early in the morning. It was a sweet gesture, one you couldn’t help but smile at. It was hard to stay sulking when Newt was entirely charming towards you. Giving you that same endearing smile he always had on his freckled features that just stirred your emotions. And if only for a brief moment, your grief over his pending departure was forgotten. In its place, the peaceful reverie of his embrace.


A/N: Thanks for reading. ❤️

anonymous asked:

Hey guys! So I just want to start off by saying that your blog is my secret indulgence. I've been very stressed with university lately and always know that I'll feel 100% better after reading some of your stuff. I was actually told off by the librarian the other day when I smirked too loudly after reading one of your fluff stories. I am proud! XD Anyway, I was wondering how the guys would react to their s/o being in labour & the delivery room? I can totally imagine Prompto fainting XD

Anon, I literally snorted when I read this. 

The fact that you were scolded for laughing at our stories? Aboslute gold. I’ll never get over that (and now I’m a little curious as to what story you were reading when you got caught 😂)

I’m thrilled to hear that our simple little stories have been helping you get through the stress and struggle of being a university student.

Both Leigh and I are full time students ourselves, so trust me when I say we get it.

With all of that said, let’s bring on the fluff!

As per your request, there may or not be a fainting blonde in the midst of all of the “baby is coming” excitement 🎀

Song: “End Of The Road” by Umphrey's McGee

Prompto would- well, you guessed it: be lying in a heap on the hospital room floor, a mess of limbs and feelings; unable, at first, to handle the sight of his lover embarking on the childbirth process. Once he had awoken, he’d shake off his embarrassment and swallow his anxiety to focus in on his s/o. While he wouldn’t exactly know how to go about being useful in the conventional way, he would end up resorting to the one thing he does best: making people smile. Pulling puns, jokes, and quips out of his back pocket, Prompto would be cracking the entire room up, as laughter and grins filled the air and lightened the mood dramatically. His s/o would be, although decidedly cramped and troubled from the pain, deeply appreciative to have her mind kept away from the matters at hand, looking to Prompto’s pink cheeked expression for positivity. Odds are, the camera would be whipped out every now and again to capture the beaming couple’s excited faces leading up to the big moment. A stellar scrapbook would come about within a few weeks of the birth.

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Aged-up characters, domestic fluffs, kissing, etc. under the cut :)

Their Sunday afternoon routine officially qualified them as an old married couple, in Garfield’s opinion. He reclined on their bed, studying lines like always, while Raven meditated next to him. He had an audition the next day, one that he was actually feeling hopeful about for once. This role wasn’t quite as demeaning as some others he had played in the past, and at this point, Garfield was willing to count that as a golden opportunity. Best of all, he was finally starting to feel like he had a handle on the character. And there was something about Raven’s rhythmic droning that helped him get in the zone.

Come to think of it, he hadn’t actually heard her chant for a few minutes now.

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Red vs Blue Fic: I'll Tell You My Sins and You Can Sharpen Your Knife (1/4)

Summary: Locus understands why Kimball would want to keep him alive long enough to testify at Hargrove’s trial.

He doesn’t understand why the Reds and Blues would volunteer to protect him.

Parings: None.

Warnings: Canon-typical language, tons of drippy angst.

Notes: Also available on AO3!

When Locus takes Agent Washington to Chorus for medical treatment, he knows what it means. Agent Washington will live. And Locus will be executed for his crimes.

He had hoped for more time to make things right. But it’s an acceptable trade.

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Lance Headcanons

Most of these have probably already been stated somewhere, but I thought I’d compile some of my own along with my personal favorites.

  • He can dance. I know this is a fairly common thing and I’m so glad it is but he can dance. And he will try any kind of dance at least once. Ballroom, hip hop, break dancing, ballet- you name it, he’s tried it. And he’s very good at it. (Did you see his hips moving when he did the voltron cheer? The boy can dance)
  • Before joining the Garrison he life-guarded at his local pool. He also volunteered to do it at camps and special community events and he even helped with swim lessons for the local kids every summer. 
  • Has read all of My Immortal. Multiple times. He tried to make Hunk read it but he always got out of it somehow until one night when Hunk was messing with some engineering work when Lance just started reading it out loud. 
  • Which leads into the fact that Lance is fantastic at reading out loud. He gets into it- gives every character their own voice and does motions and everything. He developed this skill because he reads to his younger siblings and cousins and nieces and nephews when he’s at home and it’s a large part of why Hunk didn’t just put in headphones when he realized what Lance was reading to him.
  • The two of them from that day on will randomly quote it when they see fit. “So what did you do then?” “We started Frenching passively.” and “Why did you do such a thing, you mediocre dunces?”
  • Lance keeps his music meticulously organized. His CD’s are alphabetized in their own genre categories and every song on his ipod has the title of the song, band name, and what album it’s from. He has carefully thought out playlists for every occasion he can think of and after joining Voltron when something happens that he has the perfect playlist for but his ipod’s back on Earth he gets seemingly inexplicably frustrated for a few moments before bursting out in a purposely horrid rendition of one of the songs.
  • He would be a really good figure skater what with his fabulous dancing skills if only he could figure out how to balance first. As it is he can’t skate without holding onto the edge or someone else and even then he still falls multiple times.
  • He also knows every lyric to the High School Musical songs. Just the first one and like two songs from the second one because the second movie’s plot made him mad so he didn’t bother with anything outside of “What time is it?” and “I don’t dance” because hey they’re catchy.
  • Keith one day during training for forming mental links makes a comment along the lines of “Lance why do you feel so… wrong?” Hunk groans and it’s the only warning any of them get before Lance yells enthusiastically ”My head’s in the game but my heart’s in the song!!!!”

Um… that’s it for now. I probably have more but this got super song sorry

BTS' reaction to Gf being abused by Sasaeng 'fans'.
  • When our boys do start dating please be respectful of their girlfriends. They deserve to do what they want with their lives without them worrying about how we'll react. So please respect their love life. We're better than that.
  • ~~~~~~~~
  • Jin/Kim Seokjin:
  • If it's through the internet kind of Abuse, he would remind you just how gorgeous you are and that their comments really don't matter.
  • For physical abuse he would immediately report it, hardly let you go out without him. One time you had left alone because he wasn't there.
  • Jin: -Sees you come back-
  • Jin: Where'd you go? Are you okay? Were you hurt? Why'd you leave?
  • You: The store, I'm fine, and you were busy, I didn't want to bother you.
  • Jin: If it's for your safety you can bother me anytime you want.
  • Worried man. Like all of them would be. Stressed and annoyed.
  • Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • Internet abuse- He'd tell you to ignore it because it isn't that big of a deal.. But once it gets physical he'd also keep you home more and if you want to leave take someone with you.
  • Yoongi: Never go alone okay? God why are some people like this?
  • You: I won't. It's okay, you told me it'd be complicated to date you and I still decided too.
  • Yoongi: Don't make it sound like it's your fault. It's not.
  • Yoongi: Just be safe.
  • Mad that he has to keep you at home, mad that these kinds things have to be talked about.
  • J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • Hobi is so kind, sweet, and he gives you so many compliments.. The internet comments almost don't exist.
  • You would also be quite safe, considering that you and Hobi only love doing stuff together. But the one time you went alone you came home tired.
  • Hoseok: What's wrong?
  • You: Just.. Tired.
  • Hoseok: You look like you ran. What happened?
  • You: It's nothing.
  • Hoseok: Y/N.
  • You: ...
  • You: Got chased by some odd fans.
  • Hoseok: —Sigh— Make sure to call me next time this happens OK?
  • Forces you to have his number and the other members on speed dial. Annoyed at this abuse.
  • Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
  • You both never minded Internet comments, well at least not too much. Most of it is just feedback and that's really appreciated.
  • Once it got physical, you didn't even need to be told by Joonie to stay inside you would stay inside on your own accord.
  • Namjoon: Baby, let's go eat. I need to try this new restaurant.
  • You: I'm sorry, I don't want too. What if they try to come at me again?
  • Namjoon: They wouldn't attack you if I'm there. C'mon.
  • Namjoon would also be mad they managed to get you afraid just to go to a restaurant.
  • Jimin/Park Jimin:
  • If you ever needed to let out frustrations about these comments he'd listen to every word you'd have to say. You might be very affected by what they say, and if it got physical that would so much more annoying.
  • Jimin: Honey, are you doing ok? —Rubbing your shoulders—
  • You: I don't know what to do about this anymore.. Jimin it's getting physical and I don't think I can handle that.
  • Jimin: I promise I will somehow get this fixed. Try to stay inside more often and leave only if someone goes with you.
  • Jimin, super annoyed and damn stressed about you getting abused like this. You don't deserve it.
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • Tae and you are a really fluffy couple so abuse over the Internet wouldn't be such a big issue. Especially since Tae is always making you feel special.
  • When it starts getting physical he would probably have a talk with the 'fans'. He would immediately attempt to fix it. Stop this from happening.
  • Tae: I'm sorry this is happening.
  • You: It's not your fault.
  • Tae: But it almost is.. I really want you to be happy and feel safe with me but this is the opposite.
  • You: We'll get this fixed Taehyung. I'm always happy with you ok?
  • Tae would be sad and pissed as well because he didn't want that dating him would mean being in danger.
  • Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:
  • Kookie and you would read the good comments, ignoring the negative ones while scrolling.
  • If it got physical he would report it and keep you home, call to check if you're safe when he can, and would make sure he can see you as soon as possible.
  • -You both cuddling-
  • You: When do you think they'll stop?
  • Jungkook: I don't know but I hope it's soon. I never wanted you to get hurt.
  • You: I hope it's soon too. Good thing have the golden maknae to defend me.
  • Jungkook: You're dramatic. But of course I'll always try to protect you.
  • Stressed boy and very tired boy that this is happening to you but loves you and will fix it.

anonymous asked:

It's my birthday/graduation and it looks like I'll be spending the better part of it alone. Tell me things about FTNS or Robbie or Mike/Liam to make me happy?

I’m sorry buddy, I know exactly how that feels, and it sucks. So here’s a little bit of everything:

- Here is a list of things Harry is scared of: insects (all kinds), arachnids (once he learned they don’t count as insects), snakes (the idea of them, mostly, since he’s never actually seen one outside of a zoo), that blocking a shot might end up shattering a bone or something, needles, cats (in his defense he’s slightly allergic) 

- Robbie refuses to let me make a fear list because he fears nothing! (and resents my laughter at that statement). Robbie was Spiderman for four straight Halloweens, with the silly string web and everything. 

-Whenever Liam’s injured, Mike builds a pillow wall so Liam can’t accidentally injure himself worse on Mike’s body in the night with his constant movement, since he can’t take the couch anymore, and he’s not making Liam sleep on the couch for getting injured because what is he, a monster? Somehow every time he wakes up Liam has somehow dismantled those walls to cuddle up to him while simultaneously not hurting himself. Mike’s honestly pretty impressed. 

Last of all, happy birthday, and congratulations on graduating! It’s a huge achievement and I’m proud of you.

anonymous asked:

Does Deku become more aggressive when in heat? can Kacchan handle him when he's in heat?

When I read this I instantly thought of neko!Deku. xD So that’s what I’m going with here. ♥

Imagine Izuku with cute ears sticking out of his curly hair, and they’re the same deep green color as his hair. His tail too.

When Katsuki finds him though, Izuku isn’t in a human form. He’s in the form of a small cat, and despite Katsuki’s aggressive nature, he can’t just leave the cat sitting outside. The weather was starting to get cold, and the thing didn’t look like it was wearing a collar… 

It must be a stray..

So Katsuki scooped up the small cat in his arms and took it home. He was living on his own anyhow, so he could afford company. It would kill the loneliness, and personally, he enjoyed cats. 

Once home to his small apartment, Katsuki sets the cat down. He checked it over, seeing it wasn’t in bad shape. He would have to take it to the vet for a check up at some point.. Emphasis on the ‘at some point’
“Ya need a name huh?” He stared at the cat, and it stared back at him, with big cute eyes. “…Uh. Deku.. I guess. It’s kinda cute for a cat like you.” He stood up then, and headed to his room. “Make yourself at home Deku. I’ll get you toys and shit tomorrow.” 

And as the next morning eventually rolled around…
Katsuki was fast asleep in his bed, with a naked Izuku cuddled up beside him, his head resting on Katsuki’s chest.
Ears twitching upon his head at any bit of noise he heard. And his tail wrapped around him snuggly.
When Katsuki’s eyes opened, he felt a weight on top of him.
“What the fuck..” He grumbled, staring at the ceiling for a moment, and when he finally looked down he saw a mess of curly hair. “..what the fuck?!” He yelled then, and shoved Izuku from the bed. “Who the hell are you?! Why’re you naked?!” 

As Izuku fell off the bed, he yelped. He sat up, rubbing the back of his head slowly and he glanced upwards at Katsuki. His green hues large and filled with confusion. 
“..Deku..” He said softly. “..I’m..Deku..” 


No matter what, after that, Katsuki couldn’t shake Izuku. So long story short, he decided to just keep him. He also gave him some clothes to wear, which were much too big but at least Izuku was covered. 

Living with Izuku was fine and dandy! Until he was in heat.. 

Whenever that time came around, Katsuki could tell right away. 
He’d be minding his own business, making the two of them dinner.. and Izuku would come right up next to him. He’d run his tail along Katsuki’s side and lean into him. 

“..Kacchan..” He’d mew softly and start to nuzzle against neck. “..pay attention to me..” 

And Katsuki’s face would get red with a blush but he’d nudge Izuku away. 

“Not now I’m busy Deku.” He’d state firmly, while finishing up the meal.
Izuku pouted then, as he was pushed aside getting annoyed at that. He wanted Katsuki’s attention. No.. he demanded it right now. 

When he was ignored like that, he would wait for the right time, when Katsuki would be distracted by something boring. Something like his college homework… He always looked terribly bored while doing that. 
Izuku would creep up on him and wait for the perfect moment.. then he’d run up and shove the textbook out of Katsuki’s hands and sit right in his lap. 

“Kacchan~ ♥ Pay attention to me!” He’d chime and wiggle his butt against Katsuki’s crotch. Katsuki would tense up at the contact, eyes widening.It was bad enough he didn’t have a relationship, and he didn’t have sex in forever… It was becoming tempting.

“Fucking Deku!” He’d shout.
Izuku would purr happily, and his tail would curl around his owner then. But his blissful moment didn’t last long, because he would be pushed out of Katsuki’s. “I’m busy now! Go play..” 

But that doesn’t work. It’s non stop distractions from then on. Izuku is rubbing his face against Katsuki’s back, or forcing himself into Katsuki’s lap again. He constantly tries to find an opportunity to rub his butt against Katsuki’s crotch, in hopes that his owner realizes what kind of attention he desires. 

Katsuki is constantly trying to deny Izuku, because he has to focus on his studies. (He has tests coming up). But by day two, Izuku isn’t having it. He starts to get more aggressive. 

“Kacchan..” Izuku whines “..Now.. give me attention now! ..” And he’d bite and Katsuki’s neck or hands. 

“Deku- enough!” He’d try to argue back, but when he sees Izuku dressed in nothing but one of his shirts.. and he starts crawling into his lap again. 

“I want you now.. Kacchan..” Izuku would straddle him then. “Now.. now..” He’d cuddle his head under Katsuki’s chin, and grip at his shirt aggressively, as in saying he wasn’t going to let him go. 

Needless to say, Katsuki can’t handle Izuku well, when he’s in heat. Because Izuku does get more forceful if he’s denied the attention he wants. He gets more eager, and he does anything he can to try and arouse Katsuki. Which does work every time, actually. Katsuki is just good at keeping himself controlled.. although he does cave. 

And when he finally does, Izuku is as happy as can be. But when the period of heat is still going on, Izuku wants it daily. And eventually Katsuki just gives in. And he gives it to Izuku at the end of the day. Until he’s finally satisfied, and he’s through his time of heat.  

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I really enjoy your writing, and I especially enjoyed your clingy Saitama headcannons, so if you could do clingy/overprotective Genos headcannons that would be lovely. But if you are too busy then do not worry at all! Have a great day!

More Genos headcanons! Woo~

Sorry I took so long to write them. ^^;

  • -Being a careful person he is, he will definitely look out for any dangers ahead of you to make sure you’re safe and sound no matter where you are and/or where you go.
  • -He might exaggerate a bit when you’re sick by not letting you out of bed and checking your temperature less than every half an hour to see whether you’re getting better or not. Even if you tell him that you’re alright, he will still persist on taking care of you  until you feel good enough to do things on your own (even if you’re just out with a cold he worries it’ll turn into something more).
  • -So in other words he will nurse you to health! And you may expect him to be by your side whenever you call him (or make any noise at all–)
  • -Whenever Genos is feeling slightly clingy he’s not too sure how to show this, so he will most likely get pretty embarrassed over it, not uttering a word before finally making up his mind and bringing you into a hug when you least expect it.
  • -Once he hugs you he will insist on holding you close to him “Just a little longer”, It’s his way of showing how much he loves you and how much he cares, all the while making sure you’re still there with him.
  • -He might not show it but he is quite worried that you’ll leave him one day so he will often walk up to you when you’re in the kitchen making food just to hold you for a while.
  • -If the two of you are out and he suddenly feels cuddly, he will gently squeeze your hand while glancing at you from the corner of his eye to see your reaction.
  • -When you catch him staring he won’t look away. Of course, his cheeks will turn slightly pink but he will keep looking at you with an adoring smile, brining your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles lovingly.
  • -He really enjoys it when he gets to carry you around, your arms around his neck and head resting on his shoulder. He just finds it adorable.
  • -The blonde cyborg will shower your face with gentle kisses if he wakes up before you, cherishing every moment such as this whenever he can.
  • -Bonus: Kiss his neck to get him all ‘blush and stutters’. (He won’t exactly feel it but it’ll do the trick)
  • -While the two of you are cuddling he will occasionally reach out for your hand and compare it to his, a small smile adoring his face, before lacing your fingers together. He  finds it amusing how your hands fit together; like two pieces of the same puzzle.
  • -He usually prefers to be the big spoon but won’t mind letting you cuddle him instead. However, he prefers to have you facing him whenever the two of you are in bed, his arms around you and your legs tangled together.
  • -When Genos gets cuddly he will try to keep you close to him if he can, feeling slightly upset when you leave him to do something else. Nonetheless he is a huge heater that will ensure you are warm enough at night, making you feel secure and safe throughout the time you’re with him.  

To the one who loves him next:

All he’s ever wanted was a chocolate lab,
Living in Colorado,
With 3 kids;
But one boy as the oldest, the daughter in the middle, and the youngest as a boy,
So the daughter will for sure be protected.
He’s going to be such a great father and he gets insecure about being one all the time.

He eats honey with his pizza crust so it tastes better,
And his favorite thing he’s ever made is Texas Roadhouse Butter.
I’m sure he’s already showed that recipe to you.
When he’s sad, take him to Panda Express. It’s his absolute favorite.
He gets the double teriyaki with white rice.
And he always forgets to grab sugar for his rice, so make sure he gets that.
And if you love midnight cookie dough, then lucky you because it’s almost a daily routine.
Midnight Mac-n-Cheese is also common with him.

He always insists on driving, but that might also be because I’m a terrible driver.
But he’ll let you play your music,
And he’ll say that he loves it even if you have a weird taste.
We shared the same music taste of country and hip hop, but he still listened to my alternative and pretended he loved it.

He always participates in no-shave November,
But he can never grow a full beard,
He has spots that refuse to grow hair.
So make sure every day that you say that you think it looks good so he feels less self-conscious about it.
His hair will grow long and you’ll love it, though.
I recommend playing with it, he’ll even let you braid it if you ask.
Or don’t ask, just do it.
He won’t complain at all.

He never takes off his ring;
The ring from his dad.
He’ll tell you about his dad eventually if he already hasn’t.
If you love him and he hasn’t pushed you away yet, then I’m sure he opened up to you within the first few weeks of talking.
He reads people well and he knows who he can trust.
He says that he’s a person that will put all of their trust in you until you give them a reason not to,
But I saw right through his bullshit.
It takes a little while to get it.

He loves having lazy days;
The days where you order pizza and lay around all day watching movies and cuddling.
He hates crowds and being social,
So maybe that’s why.

He’s the best at cuddling.
His body, not too toned but not fat, makes it so comfortable.
He’s easy to fall asleep on.
He likes to be the little spoon sometimes,
Mostly when he just needs to feel comforted.
He’ll pull you closer in the middle of the night,
And it’s the best feeling in the world.

His favorite season is winter,
Especially when it’s in Colorado.
He loves to snowboard and you’ll see his eyes light up when he talks about it.
He loves the snow, the baking, and seeing his family;
He’s a huge family guy.
Cherish that because it’s amazing.

He’ll always hold the door open for you,
and he’ll always insist on paying.
But he lowkey loves it when you pay for it;
He says it shows independence.
He’ll always make sure you’re warm,
and he’ll cover you up when you fall asleep on the sofa while you’re binge watching Friends.

He’s beyond grateful for anything that you do for him,
and he’ll never take something for granted.
He’s definitely the most kind, understanding, forgiving, positive guy I’ve ever met and for that,
He’s not worth letting go of.
He’ll always have a place in your heart whether you want him to or not.

Love him, take care of him, show him how much you care.
Make him be the best he can be and push him ahead in life.
Never forget how truly blessed you are for having him,
Because he won’t ever do the same to you.

And lastly, make him happy.
Give him a reason to smile,
Give him a reason to laugh.
Maybe tell a good joke, because he loves jokes.
He once told me that “humor is the way to his heart,”
and he didn’t lie.

And once you find the way to his heart,
Never let it go.

—  the one who loved him first // 12.13.15

anonymous asked:

Could u write bout Dan asks a innocent question like "I wonder what things you can do with your fingers" and Phil's "I'll show you" and then he shows dan what you can do with your fingers ya know ;))

why yes, yes i can anon ;)

-Everyone knew that Dan was a left handed person, which honestly was a struggle. It was hard for him to things that Phil, a right handed traitor could do easily.

-Dan and Phil were cutting up bits of paper and Dan was getting more and more frustrated as time went on. They had wanted to make squareflake video later and although it was meant to be a joke, he still wanted to at least test it out with Phil to see if it they could make it work. Only the best for their fans; they couldn’t just do a crafting video that ended up as a flop.

-Dan struggled with the scissors a bit, groaning when he nearly cut his finger off for at least the fifth time in ten minutes. He slammed down the scissors and glared at Phil who was already on his second squareflake, testing out different shapes and patterns.

- “How are you doing that?” Dan says while still scowling. “What the fuck? I barely started mine,” Dan continues to glare and maybe he’s being a bit dramatic but its been a rough day, okay.

-Phil just gives him a cheeky smirk and wiggles his fingers. Dan is transfixed on Phil, like usual; he always looked so good in his glasses and the plaid shirt he was wearing made him look so broad and Dan wanted to mark up those shoulders with scratches and hickeys so bad, he ached with it. 

-And because Dan is always just pushing and pushing at their boundaries, he says, “You’re so good at that. Hmm, I wonder what else you can do with those magic fingers of yours,” while flashing a wicked smirk. Dan didn’t really expect anything to come of it because they always just teased like that, but on the off chance that it would…

-Suddenly, Phil tenses besides him and his cutting slows to a stop. Oh shit, Dan thinks because what if Phil wasn’t in the mood for flirty banter? What if I said something maybe I shouldn’t have? What if– 

-The prickly tension breaks and turns into something much hotter, much more sexual, when Phil mutters, “Oh I’ll show you.” Those four words have a devastating effect on Dan; his heart skips a beat and he’s almost dizzy with how fast he’s gotten fully hard.

-Dan stops breathing when Phil pulls him out of his chair and kisses him hard but also tenderly and how the fuck does he do that? Its all fierce, rushed kisses with the occasional lip bite that makes Dan whimper but also Phil’s hands are soft on Dan’s waist and in Dan’s hair. Its perfect, amazing even, and they had barely gotten started. 

-Phil moves them to the couch because there is no way they’ll be making it to the bedroom with how desperate they are. As soon as they’re naked, Phil is all over Dan, touching him wherever he can, taking the sight of him in. And its quite a beautiful sight. 

-Phil grumbles when he realized that he doesn’t have any lube, but continues to kiss down Dan’s neck. Dan shakily pulls out a small bottle of it from a crease in the couch. Phil looks at him amused but also confused. “Trust me,” Dan starts off sheepishly, “you don’t want to know.”

- “Oh but I do,” Phil says and his voice has gotten even deeper, the low rumble of it making Dan’s breath hitch. “What’d you do, huh? Finger yourself open on the couch when I was only a room away? That’s quite naughty, Dan.”

-Dan whimpers and frantically nods his head because fuck that’s exactly what he did and the suspense of it all was so hot he almost couldn’t bear it. He thrusts his hips up, trying to urge Phil on, and thankfully Phil does. 

-Phil fingers Dan and its a million times better than when he does it himself. Phil’s fingers are relentless on his prostate, massaging it almost, making Dan’s body shake with pleasure and punching all sorts of noises out of Dan every time Phil pumps his fingers. 

-When Dan comes it unlike anything he’s ever experienced. His toes curl, and his eyes roll back and he may scream but he honestly can’t hear over the thudding of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears.

-His orgasm is so strong it knocks the wind out of him and lasts for so long that he’s sure that he passed out or something because the next thing he knows, Phil is groaning and there’s come all over his stomach and nipples, adding to his mess.

-Dan lets out a shaky laugh, still riding the aftershocks of it all, lacing his fingers with Phil’s. “Magic fingers,” he manages to sigh while playing with Phil’s clean fingers. Phil chuckles into Dan’s neck, and surely it says something that it doesn’t bother Dan like it might have with something else. 

-(After the post-orgasm glow, they both freak out slightly, checking to see if they stained the couch because that shit is hard to get out. They didn’t, luckily, and they once again cuddle up to each other, sated and happy.)

Lmao I think fluffy endings are my signature thing it always ends up like that but i like it 

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed (I’m so sorry that its been forever since I’ve written yikes)!! send me more prompts/ hc’s/ asks here

44. "I'll drive you to the hospital."

Originally posted by hoseokz

this is a part of my 100 ways to say i love you series.

characters: hanbin, reader

genre: fluff/chill, chill fluff…?

The thermometer landed with a soft thud on your bed before bouncing off and landing onto the floor noisily. Your head was hurting too much and every movement just seemed to made it worst, so you left it to lie on the floor as you crawled under the warm covers and picked up your phone.

‘I’m sick.’ You typed.

But he might worry..

You deleted it. 

‘You don’t have to come over later.’

But you miss him..

You deleted it again and groaned. Why out of all the days, no, weeks of not seeing Hanbin, it had to be today, the day he returns from tour, that your immune system decide to fail you? You sighed at the thought, letting your hand fall onto the mattress and the phone roll out of your grasp.

Finally, after a good hour of contemplation, hesitation and more retyping of texts, you eventually decided to let him come over as planned and just try to keep a distance from him. You had to, you couldn’t afford to let your superstar boyfriend fall sick.


As usual, it was almost midnight by the time your doorbell rang. You cleared your throat and ran your hand through your unruly hair; a result of rolling around on the bed all day, before opening the door.

You had everything planned out in your head; you’d open the door, and then avoid his kiss by hugging him immediately, but not long enough for him to realize how much warmer your body temperature was. There, not a single problem at all! That was what you had thought an hour ago, before Hanbin arrived.

But now that you see him standing right outside your apartment, right in front of you, it was as though you weren’t even sick.

He was wearing a white tee with cuffed sleeves and his favorite pair of ripped denim jeans. His dark brown hair was let down, messy but soft and free from all the hairsprays which normally held it up. And he was looking down at you with that freaking smile that reveals his dimples on each side of his pale cheeks. You had always loved his bare face, without all that eyeshadow and drawn brows, though honestly it didn’t differ much because of his own good looks, apart from a few dark spots on his skin.

Damn it, why was your heart beating so fast? It had only been like what? Three weeks, since you last saw him. Get a grip, you told yourself silently as you stepped aside to let him come in after taking off his Converse sneakers.

“Hi,” you said, surprising yourself because it came out as a whisper, probably because you were sick and probably also because of Hanbin’s effect on you. 

“Why are you wearing my hoodie?” He looked at you and laughed at the sight of his grey GAP hoodie oversized on you, the sleeves drowning your hands.

“I just missed your scent,” you muttered as you turn to shut the door. When you turned around, you were faced with Hanbin’s chest before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you toward his body. “I missed your touchiness too,” you looked up at him and laughed, running your hands up his toned arms.

“Aish, I had to touch Bobby hyung because you weren’t there,” your boyfriend complained and sighed.

“It wasn’t like you or he minded,” you replied and he clicked his tongue, pretending to be offended by what you said but smiled again once you laughed.

“I missed you.” He pulled you closer against his body and it was at this point of time did you finally remember your long failed and forgotten plan.

“Me too.” You said and planted a chaste kiss on Hanbin’s lips, taking him by surprise not because of how sudden it was but because of how short it lasted. But before he could lean in and kiss you again, you got out of his embrace quickly and made your way to the kitchen.

“What.. That’s all?”


It was past midnight now and it was starting to become really hard to cover up your fever, which had worsened.

You were lying on the couch with your legs on Hanbin’s lap as he sat up, accompanying him to catch up on the episodes of the drama he had missed while he was touring. It took all your willpower to reject his offer of cuddling up against him. “It’s more comfortable for me like this, since we’re going to be watching like eight episodes.” That’s what you told him, but it really wasn’t. Your back was starting to ache from lying against the hard hand rest of the couch, adding to your throbbing headache. You also felt colder as the drama progressed, heck, you weren’t even watching the drama anymore.

You rubbed your arms through the hoodie, a futile attempt to warm yourself as you watched Hanbin munch on his sour cream Pringles. He looked like a kid - a really handsome kid, you thought, looking at his side profile and how his prominent jawline showed as he chewed, eyes glued attentively to the television.

“Ah…” he peeked into the long green can after his hands reached in to find out that he had already finished everything, and then turned to look at you disappointedly. Normally you would have laughed and go fetch him another can, but this time you only managed to smile back at his adorable face. 

“Babe, are you okay?” Hanbin’s face slackened for a moment before his brows furrowed and his eyes darted at you with concern. “You’re pale.” The empty Pringles can was immediately put aside and he wiped his hands before touching your legs with them.

“Why are you so hot?” Now he had his body turned towards you and his hands were running up and down the sides of your calves. “Are you unwell?”

You couldn’t help but smile, seeing his worried self bombarding you with all these questions. It was comforting to know that he cares so much.

“A little.” You withdrew your legs from his lap and sat up.

“How much is a little? And since when?” He shifted closer to you, causing you to move away. 

“Morning. Please don’t come too close,” you said and looked at him apologetically. Now that you were sitting up, you felt even more drowsy and you could also feel the fatigue starting to creep up on you.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Hanbin had completely ignored what you said and was already right beside you when you heard his soft voice.

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“But now I’m worrying.” You looked up at him and he still looked concerned, but sterner. Sometimes he scared you, his face and stoic expressions which he often showed without realizing, especially when he’s deep in his thoughts or annoyed.

“Sorry.” You ran your hand through your hair nervously, trying to not look nervous, before turning to look at him again. But unexpectedly, Hanbin laughed and kissed the side of your head.

“It’s okay if you’re this cute whenever you’re sick,” he replied as he continued laughing at you, causing you to slap his thigh lightly.

“But seriously, we can’t just sit here when you’re sick. I’ll drive you to the hospital.

Upon hearing what he said, you looked at his serious expression and laughed this time. “Hanbin, you don’t have a driving license nor a car.”

Then you watched him trying to keep his straight face for a while, before he burst out laughing. “Yah, I just wanted to sound more like a man.” He ran his hand through the ends of your hair lovingly as he said that.

“Okay but we seriously need to get you there, I’ll call a cab,” he added after touching your forehead and neck, feeling how hot your temperature was now. You sighed and nodded, you felt bad for troubling him when he finally could get some rest after so much traveling and sleepless nights of practicing.

“Don’t feel bad, jagiya.” He threw his arm around you, stroking your cheek with his thumb as he called for your ride to the hospital.

September. We meet. 

October. I end up going to a Halloween party with some friends and you are there. Laughing harder than I ever have in my entire life. It was magical. A  life changing night. I’m high on life. 

November. You ask me out on a date. I say yes. Things go well. “Will you please be my girl?” You ask me. I will always remember that nervous smile on your face when you spoke those words, it caused my heart to skip a beat.

December. I meet your parents. You meet mine. Seal of approval. I wake up beside you on Christmas morning, I can’t remember ever feeling so happy to be alive. Pure bliss. 

January. New year. Same us. Happiness. Laughter. Love. Lots and lots and lots of love.

February. Valentine’s day. Showered with kisses. The most heartfelt card I’ve ever been given in my life was given to me by you. My heart is full. So very full. I think it might burst. Fuck, you’re the god damn best. You’re everything. 

March. The month in which I was born. You remind me of this every day until I wake up one morning another year older, perhaps a little wiser too. It’s your favourite month, you tell me, you made it mine too, baby.

April. Still going strong. Proved many people wrong. Late night conversations, board games on a Sunday afternoon, listening to you read to me whilst I lay beside you in bed. 

May. Late nights, mostly alone, you aren’t home. Cracks have appeared in our foundation. We fight more often, never had done much of that before, it seems so foreign. The love is still here though… Seeping through. 

June. Cuddles in cafes. Drunken arguments. Trust issues. Jealousy. Passionate kisses. Make up sex. Arguments. Sex. Arguments. Sex. We seem to have gotten stuck in a cycle. 

July. Summer nights. Long walks by the sea. Not so many fights much to my relief. This love is good. 

August. The weather doesn’t mirror our relationship. We are stormy…The sky is clear, bright and blue. No rain in sight but so many tears we shed and between the two of us we more than make up for the lack of rainfall. 

September. Hanging on by a thread. We are clinging onto each other for dear life. Too in love to give up or let go. Walking away never crossed our minds. 

October. A year since the magical night that changed both of our lives. Things are a little less rocky, we’re stable again for a while. 

November. We celebrate a year of love. Ups and downs. Our strength. We never gave up. Still so madly in love. 

December. Another year comes to an end but our relationship does not. Once again I wake up next to you on Christmas day. I feel so alive when I’m with you. I love you, I do… I always will my love.

—  Our story is far from over
"I'll Be Better" - Luke Hemmings Imagine

Note: I just found this on my phone and didn’t completely hate it so I figured I’d post it! I hope you all like it!

You had begged and you had pleaded, but nothing you had to say seemed to reach Luke. It was like he didn’t hear you or he just didn’t care about how you felt. He was too used to the lifestyle he was living and he wasn’t ready to give it up, even though he knew he was tearing your relationship apart bit by bit with his selfishness.

That was why, at 4 o'clock in the morning when he finally stumbled in from his night out with the guys and fell onto the couch, you handed him the papers, looked into his bleary eyes, and as calmly as you could, said, “I want a divorce.”

You knew it was probably wrong of you to wait until he was ridiculously drunk to deliver the news. But you also knew that if you had attempted to do it while he was sober, you would get too emotional and not be able to follow through. And you couldn’t let that happen again.

When the extensive document was shoved into his hands, Luke gave you a look of disbelief but said nothing. You had no idea if the words even registered in his hazy mind, but you waited a few moments to see if he would give you any kind of response. Two minutes and still no reaction later, you turned your back on him and ascended the stairs to your bedroom. You tried to hold in your sobs until you were safely tucked under the covers of your shared bed, but a few stray tears ended up escaping prematurely.

This was not what you wanted. You loved Luke more than anything in the world, but you could no longer sit on the sidelines and watch him destroy himself. He was out of control, going to clubs or bars every single night and drinking until he couldn’t see straight, coming home in the early hours of the morning and sleeping on your couch instead of in his bed with you.

You gave it time. You waited to see if it was a phase and he was just taking advantage of his fame and his youth. This proved to be untrue though, because it had been close to a year and you could count on one hand the number of times he had stayed in with you instead of going out. The number of times you cuddled on the couch watching a movie together or the number of times he held you as you fell asleep next to each other.

You hardly saw Luke anymore, and after three years of marriage, you finally decided that you were done with the constant crying and disappointment. Your relationship wasn’t healthy and you knew you had to remove the negativity from your life so that you could be happy again.

Although happiness didn’t really seem possible to you without Luke. The fact that he was your husband meant that you still had something to hold onto throughout the difficult months, but a divorce cut all ties from him and left you with nothing. No one to text to ask when he would be home, no one to take care of when he needed your help, no one to wait up for when he said he wouldn’t be long. No one to love and know that he loved you in return.

These thoughts had you crying yourself to sleep that unforgettable night, your tears making your eyes heavy and your rapid breathing quickly tiring you out.

When you awoke the next morning, you were nervous to get out of bed because you didn’t know where Luke was or how he was feeling. You didn’t want to be in the same room with him, the grief and awkwardness suffocating the both of you, but you knew that staying in bed, wallowing in self-pity would do nothing for you.

So you eventually convinced yourself to shuffle to the bathroom and wash the remnants of tears from your face before taking your time to go downstairs and into the kitchen.

Your foot had barely touched the top step when your ears picked up the unmistakable sound of Luke retching in the toilet that was just around the corner from the bottom of the stairs. You continued to listen to ensure he was okay, but your heart broke when he stopped throwing up and immediately let out an agonizing sob, choking down air.

Staying hidden, you watched him exit the bathroom and sluggishly maneuver his way to the couch. He dropped down on to it, his elbows resting on his thighs so he could cradle his face in his hands. His shoulders shook as he cried, his fingers starting to tug at his hair in frustration and anger.

You remained in your position, your heart heavy because of the state your soon-to-be ex-husband was in. This lasted for several minutes before you saw him dig into his pocket and pull out his phone, trying to call someone with trembling digits.

As soon as the person on the other line picked up the phone, you heard Luke try to stifle his sobs and whimper, “Michael, I fucked up.”

Once Michael had replied, presumably questioning the ambiguous statement, Luke continued with an explanation.

“Y/N…she…when I came home last night she…told me she wanted a divorce.” He could barely get the words out due to his heaving, and at that point you knew you couldn’t eavesdrop on his conversation any longer. It hurt too much too see him so torn up.

You went back to your room to give him privacy, and when you returned hours later, he was gone.

Most of that day was spent moping. You had attempted to be productive to keep your mind off of Luke but nothing you did could distract you enough.

But crying and being sad took a lot out of you and so you were drifting off to sleep when the sound of your door creaking caused your eyes to pop open.

Luke slowly and quietly walked to your side of the bed, sitting beside you. He lifted his arm like he was going to touch your cheek, but retracted it when he realized you were awake and staring back at him.

“I-,” he started, taking a moment to get himself together. You could see that his eyes were red, but you knew that this time it was because he had been crying, and not because he was drunk or high.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I know I’ve been a shitty husband, but I love you and I don’t want a divorce. I promise I’ll be better if you just give me a chance. Please, baby, just one more chance,” Luke’s voice cracked as he pleaded with you, his emotions showing clearly on his face.

Your eyes started to water as he practically begged you for another shot, but you knew you couldn’t give into him again. He may not have realized it, but you had already given him so many opportunities to make himself better, and he failed each and every time. You couldn’t handle being disappointed again.

Luke knew by the look you were giving him that his time with you was over. He had royally fucked up and nothing he could do would make you change your mind.

It seemed like minutes after you shook your head and whispered, “I’m sorry,” that Luke dejectedly trudged out of the room for what you knew would be one of the last times.
I'll Make Sure this Gets Through to You

He could tell something was off lately. Your hugs hadn’t been as tight or as long, your kisses brief, and your mind always somewhere else. You kept finding distractions, quick to leave his arms almost as soon as he’d pulled you into them.

He’d asked if you were okay, fuss about it on nights when you were especially quiet. But you’d brush it off, smile and say it was okay, because it was. He hadn’t done a single thing to you, though he’d worried it was him.

No, Zayn, you didn’t do anything, I’m just a little stressed. Or, I’m just a little tired.

You’d always assure him, get him to stop questioning you and just leave it alone. You weren’t sure how to tell him that you were scared of losing him, scared that you’d become too attached. Which is why now you were trying to be the opposite- aloof, detached, acting as if you didn’t need him. You were afraid that he’d leave you for it, but you didn’t know what else to do. But he’d noticed and instead of leaving, he fusses and he asks and he waits in hopes that maybe you’ll kiss him back as hard as you used to, maybe you’ll cuddle into him without him inviting you to.

God, he misses you. He sees you every day, sleeps beside you ever night, but it’s like you haven’t been with him. He missed your constant need to have your arms wrapped around one another, he missed the playfully rough kissing that lead to you falling asleep in his arms, your head on his chest while he listened to the quiet noise of the TV.

He can barely remember the last time you said you loved him and looked at him while you said it.

You hated this. You hated how as soon as something got good, you let yourself ruin it. And you couldn’t stop, even though you were conscious of everything you were doing. You could tell he felt hurt by how much you’d distanced yourself, knew he was confused and questioning if it was him even after you’d said it wasn’t.

But you kept pushing.

You kept acting like you didn’t feel cold all the time, the warmth in your body gone because you weren’t letting him hold you as much anymore. You kept telling yourself that this was better than letting yourself love him, that this was easier than losing someone because you needed them too much.



You’d pulled your attention away from your phone to look up at him. He looked so warm and cuddly, something that would usually have you tackling him onto the couch and giggling with your heads pressed together.

“Can I talk to you?”

His voice is apprehensive and you really look up this time, aware of his seriousness.

“Of course you can, you don’t have to ask.”

“I think I do, otherwise I’m not sure I’d ever get your attention,” he says a bit sharply and he sighs when he sees the flash of worry in your eyes, mumbling an apology as he plops down across from you on the couch.

“What’s going on lately?” he asks, staring straight at you, his hand in his hair. It’s that thing he does when he’s nervous, constantly combing through his hair or rubbing the back of his neck.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean, y/n,” he sighs, shaking his head as his gaze falls to the couch.


“You barely speak to me anymore. You- it’s like… you’ve been so distant and I dunno why, I dunno if it’s something I did or said…”

“I’ve told you before, you haven’t done anything,” you cut him off, but he keeps going, the words kind of just pouring out of him now.

“I know you’ve said that, it’s all you’ve said. But if that’s true, then what is it? Why have you been so off with me?”

He looks up at you now, the hurt very clear in his eyes.

“Zayn, I’m- I was getting scared,” you say quietly, waiting for him to meet your eyes again.

“Scared,” he repeats, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Of what?”

“That I was getting too attached. I thought I might scare you away because of it and I-“

“Scare me away?”


“What’s scaring me is this! You not speaking to me and never wanting to be with me is scary,” he says and you sigh, your eyes welling up with tears.

“I don’t wanna lose you, Zayn,” you say softly and you sniff when you feel his arms around you, letting yourself sink into him.

“You’re not going to, love,” he comforts, resting his chin atop your head. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“I was afraid that if I-“, you pause, feeling stupid and sad and confused all at once.

“What?” he asks, encouraging you to go on.

“That if I liked- if I loved you too much, I’d scare you away. I didn’t want- I dunno, Zayn, I just got scared,” you mumble the words against his chest, and he smiles at the sound, your voice soft and muffled by his shirt.

But he understood every word. He smiles down at you when you finally look up at him, wiping underneath your eye with the sleeve of your hoodie. His thumb follows, gently swiping at your skin as he looks at you.

“So you were afraid that if you… loved me, it would scare me?” he teases and you bury your face in your hands.

“Please, it sounds so stupid when you say it like that,” you mumble and he chuckles, taking your hands in his and pulling them away from your face, lacing your fingers together.

“That’s cause it is, babe.”

“I know,” you say, your lips falling into a frown. “But I couldn’t help it,” you argue and his smile fades.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to feel stupid,” he says and you shrug. “I just- why would pushing me away make it any better?”

“I don’t know, Zayn,” you sigh.

“But you do know how much I love that you love me, right?”

You look up then, into his bright eyes, unable to control the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips when you see the little one on his pink lips.

“Do you have any idea how scared I was that you just didn’t want to be with me anymore?” he asks, his voice quieter now.

Your heart crumbles at the sound and you grab his face in your hands, resting your forehead against his. He nuzzles against you and kisses the tip of your nose.

“I’m sorry.”

You apologize again, mumbling the words against his lips as they meet yours, the sound of your voice fading as he pulls you into him. Your lips crash together, desperate, missing what they haven’t felt for what feels like ages. You forget about every fear, every worry, every insecurity that inhibits you and kiss him as hard as you can, your hands and mouths telling each other what words probably couldn’t. He breaks your intense kiss to pepper the rest of your body with little kisses; your shoulders, your arms, your neck, your face all while you murmur apologies, his lips leaving your skin only to breathe “It’s okay” to every “I’m sorry” he hears.

He finds your lips again and he catches another apology on his lips. He deepens the kiss quickly, your tongues sliding together as your bodies press close, desperate for the warmth of one another.

“I need you,” he says softly when he’s pulled away from your mouth, breathing the words against your lips.

“I need you,” you reply, trying to wrap yourself tighter around him, “I love you, I’m sorry, I’m-“

“I love you, too. Stop apologizing,” he breathes, his hands under your sweatshirt and gripping your hips, his fingers cool against your skin. “Just kiss me,” he begs, pushing you back against the couch.

His body covers yours and you let yourself fall back against the cushions, your legs wrapping around him and your arms around his neck as he presses his lips to yours again. You bite his bottom lip and he smirks at you, his eyes hooded as he does the same to you, then nips at your neck, kissing the little bit of exposed skin there. You smile when he rubs his nose against you, tickling softly. You guide him to lift his face back to yours and you kiss him again, your fingers twisting into his hair as you try to bring him closer. He tugs your lower lip in his teeth, kissing your jaw and neck before he props himself up, hovering over you.

“I missed this,” he breathes, smiling down at you. “So much.”

“I missed it, too,” you say back, smiling as he kisses down your body through the clothes that cover your skin.

He works his way back up and then sits between your legs, his palms pressed against your thighs.

“Promise me you’ll…” he ponders what to say and you see his eyes light up and bite back a smile at the adorable expression on his face. “You won’t be scared to give me your all.”


“I give you everything I’ve got so you give me everything you’ve got, okay?”

“Okay,” you say as you sit up, folding your legs and staring into his eyes as you reach for his hand, locking your fingers with his. “Okay, I promise.”

“I love you,” he says then, his eyes twinkling.

“I love you, Z.”

You don’t know how he does it, but he makes everything seem so easy. And it is, with him. Letting your guard down finally and talking to him and loving him is so easy. You can only hope he feels the same and you think he does, otherwise why would he still be here?

And he’s here, all of him, loving you and cherishing you and kissing you every chance he gets. Even when you leave to go order some take out, he’s behind you in seconds, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you, making you giggle on the phone and smiling mischievously as he nips at your neck. Even when you were barely talking to or touching him, he was kissing you and telling you he loved you. And now you’re leaning back against his chest and your limbs are tangled as you eat out of cartons and laugh and cuddle and he steals mouthfuls of food off your fork and you scold him with a grin on your face. Because this is how it always should be, no fear that telling him you love him in between bites of food or kissing sauce off his face is going to be too much. So this is how it’s going to stay.