im not going to drag on and on in the tags ok


lol at the title i’m so sorry but like i couldn’t resist LOL sry if this is a giant vacuole of shit, but like the lil idea popped into my head, and so instead of requesting it from someone else, I thought i’d give a go at writing. But as you all probs know… i’m a double science major so i can’t write worth shat… lawls. anyways, idk why i can’t do anything without rambling. Enjoy this. It gave me a good chuckle.

word count: idk… a lot? 

You wake up early this morning from the urgent sense to throw up. You try to be as discreet and quiet as possible so you don’t wake your snoozing husband, Shawn, who is laying in the bed next to you, but your old New York City apartment squeaks if you breathe the wrong way.

You ditch any effort of silence, though, when you feel the puke coming on, and within a matter of seconds you are hunched over the toilet bowl. As you are hurling your guts out, you feel a warm hand settle on your back and another move the baby hairs out of your face that have fallen out of your sleepy bun. 

When you can’t puke anymore, you sit there almost draped over the toilet with your forehead resting on the seat. You never get sick like this. You haven’t puked since your freshman year of Uni, and that was only the result of an excessive amount of alcohol consumed during that infamous Delta Sig Frat party. 

“Baby, are you okay? You don’t feel fevered or anything. Do you think you have food poisoning?” Shawn asks you after a few minutes when he decides you’re probably not going to throw up anymore. 

“I don’t know, we didn’t eat anything weird for dinner last night. I don’t know what it could be.” You reply back, looking at the concern in his honey brown eyes. You get up off the floor and move to the sink to brush your teeth to try and get the horrible after taste out of your mouth.

In the middle of rinsing out your mouth, you start counting on your fingers after a thought pops into your head. 

You’re late. 

You drop the toothbrush in its holder and run to your closet trying to find some yoga pants and a t shirt to throw on.

“Babe, what… where are you going?” Shawn asks, following you back into the bedroom. 

“I’m late” is all you say over and over again. You can’t find a t shirt of your own, so you hop over the bed to Shawn’s closet. You grab your favorite t shirt of his– the grey one with the Hogwarts crest on it– and his maroon hoodie that he swears you wear more than he does, and throw them on over some yoga pants, putting on your adidas sneakers right after. 

“Hon, late for what? It’s Saturday.” He says, coming up to you and placing both of his hands on your shoulders to stop you from racing around the room like a maniac. 

You stop moving at his touch and look right into his eyes, “I’m late, Shawn. I’m two weeks late.”

His eyes widen with surprise and his lips form an “O”. 

“So..are you…does this mean…” He stutters, trying to form a coherent thought, but the idea of being a dad swirling around in his head is keeping him from being able to process.

“I don’t know… maybe? I gotta… i gotta go to the drugstore. Get a pregnancy test or something, right?” 

You’re just as baffled as him. You’re both at the peak of your careers right now,  so you never chanced unprotected sex. You’re about to graduate medical school and he is just three months away from releasing his fifth album.The thought of being parents was always super exciting and something the both of you wanted to do, but it always seemed so far into the future. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant now.

You return from the store about an hour later with 6 pregnancy tests (”I didn’t know what kind to get or what brand to get or what would be the most accurate or really anything about pregnancy tests or pregnancy in general because i’m only 24!”) and run into the bathroom so that you can take them. You pick the first one out of the bag and rip it open. As you’re peeing on the little stick, all you can think is “Please God, don’t let it be positive. Don’t let it be positive.”

Shawn keeps knocking on the door trying to get you to let him in, but you can’t. You can’t have him in here if you find out that you’re about to stall his career with a baby. 

The timer on your phone rings signaling that the test is done, but you don’t even flinch. Shawn hears the sound through the door and starts knocking again. 

“Y/n, please, I need to be in there with you. This isn’t just you. I’m the… I’m the dad.” He says softly through the door. You take a deep breath in and out. He’s right. This is happening to the both of you, not just to you. You decide to let him in before  you look at the results. 

At your first little jiggle of the handle to unlock the door, Shawn practically knocks it down trying to get in as fast as possible. He sees the little white stick sitting on the counter face down and instantly freezes. 

“Have you looked at it yet?” He asks, not breaking his fixed stare at the test. 

“I can’t. You have to. I can’t.” He looks at you with nervous eyes and walks over to the test, picking it up and flipping it over to look at the results.

You stare at his face anxiously awaiting to read his expression for signs of relief or regret, but his face stays expressionless.

“Y/N,” He starts, looking right at you.

“Yeah…” You reply nervously, eyes fixed on the test in his hands.

“I don’t know how to read one of these things.” He says, and a smile forms on his lips. You let out a shorty chuckle and smack your palm to your forehead. 

“Damn, way to ruin a dramatic moment, babe” You say, but on the inside you’re glad that he found a way to lighten the mood. This is one of the many reasons why you’re absolutely certain that you married the right guy.  The nerves evaporate from your body, and you start to get a little excited at the thought of having a baby with Shawn. 

With this new feeling of reassurance, you take the stick from out of his hands and flip it over, knowing that if you drag out the process of discovering if you’re about to become a mom any longer you will actually explode. 

You read the results on the stick and let out a breath that you didn’t realize you had been holding in and your stomach drops. 

“So, does this mean I get to call you ‘Daddy’ now?” You say with a smile forming on your face. 

Shawn’s eyes widen and he lets out a huge laugh before pulling you into a big hug. You wrap your arms around his neck and you feel yourself lifted of the ground. He spins you around before setting you back gently on the ground once he remembers that there’s now a baby in your tummy. His baby

He drops down to his knees and presses his ear to your stomach as if he could actually hear the baby inside of you. Then, you start to hear a barely audible whisper saying “Hi, baby, I’m your dad. Me and your mom love you. We’re gonna love you and hold you and protect you forever. I can’t believe I’m actually your dad.”

You feel a few tears spill over down your cheeks, and one drops onto one of Shawn’s hands. He looks up at you with the biggest smile on his face that you have ever seen. He stands back up slowly and gently grabs your face. He leans in and kisses away the few tears on your cheeks, then your forehead, and down to the tip of your nose, finally pressing his soft lips agains yours. 

“You’re going to be the best dad.” You say once you break apart from him. 

“I love you so much.” He tells you, looking deep into your eyes before pulling you back in for another kiss. 


Who Wins the Bet? (Jughead x Reader Smut)

Prompt: Idk maybe a jughead smut if ur ok with writing that? Like reader and him have a lot of chemistry and sexual tension and the gang has bets on when they’ll finally swallow their pride bc theyre both too stubborn to admit they like each other and like maybe at a party things between them get heated and it leads to smut? Im rlly bad at explaining things this is both vague and specific im sorry lol

A/N: Hopefully this is what you wanted!!


Warnings: Smut! 

Who wins the Bet? (Jughead x Reader Smut)

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anonymous asked:


Ok so Im gonna set the roles here

Shiro: Captain of the guards 
Holt family: Royal fam (Yes Matt exists and the heir to the throne)

Allura,Coran, Rolo, Nyma, Plaxum, Thace and :  bounty hunters who helps Lance escape and helped Pidge

Hunk and Shay: Couples who owns the inn where mos of the bounty hunters stays

Haggar: Mother Gothel 

Rover: Pascal

Sendak and Haxus: The thieves who were with Lance and who helped Haggar.

Im just gonna go show the background of each characters under cut because this is gonne be LOOONGGG (For those on mobile here’s the content under cut)

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Library Love - 2

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky looked at me with a little smile.


“Can you do me a favour ?”


He rose from his seat, and handed me a couple of books, and said, “Mind putting these back for me ? I have a bit more to do here”

“Alright” I said, dropping my bag next to his seat, and carrying the books back to their shelves.

I put the last book in its place, and turned, to walk straight into Bucky. Again. Only this time, I jumped back, hitting my back against the bookshelf, and sent dust flying everywhere.

“Im so sorry !” Bucky said, reaching protectively.

“Its alright” I said, laughing nervously.

I stopped laughing, when I saw him looking at me intently.

“Bucky ?” I asked, my voice shaking.

He just stepped forward, eyes not leaving my face.

I moved back, and my back hit the bookshelf again, and Bucky, stood, just inches away from me.

A soft smile crept up his lips.

I was trembling by now, praying that Bucky wouldnt notice it.

Bucky raised his hand, and moved a lock of hair from my face, and laughed.

“This place needs cleaning up” He announced, waving a piece of cobweb in front of my face.

I stared at him for a moment, before I began laughing.

“You shouldnt sneak up on people like that !” I said, swatting his arm.

“Im sorry, but you expression was priceless” Bucky said, shaking his head. “Come on, lets get outta here.”

I followed him back to the librarian’s desk, and grabbed my stuff.

“Dont forget your book, Y/N”

Bucky handed me my book, and winked at me.

“Bye, Bucky” I said, giving a wave before walking out.

                             * * *

“You were ALONE at the library, with BUCKY ?”

Nat’s eyes were as wide as golf balls.

“Yes, Nat” I said, sighing.

“Oh God” she said, falling back on her bed. “And did you two do anything to push things forward ?”

“Does putting books back into their shelves count ?” I asked, with a smirk.

“I hate you both” said Nat, pulling her blanket over her head.

I turned back to my book, and opened it. And let out a scream.

Nat jumped off her bed with a shriek, and looked around.

“What the was that for ?!” She asked.

I couldnt speak. I just pointed at my book. Nat came forward to take look.
With a squeal of joy, she threw her arms around my neck, hugging me.

“Oh that sneaky little-” she laughed.

Bucky had left a sticky note on the first page of my book, saying, “It started at the library, so this might be the best way to do it ;) Save this number, beautiful - Bucky ”

“Oh my GOD - NAT ! What do I do ?!”
I was hyperventilating.

“You text him of course!” Nat said matter-of-factly, grabbing my cell phone from the table.

She saved Bucky’s number in it, and then handed it to me.

“Text him. NOW” She ordered.

I took the phone from her nervously, and typed a ‘Hi, its Y/N’ and eyed Nat, who gave me a look. I sent the text, and fell back into my bed, my heart pounding wildly.

“Why is he not REPLYING !?” I asked, squeezing the phone between my hands.

“Give him a minute !” Nat said, excitment shining in her eyes.

My phone gave a little tingle and we both screamed before checking the text.

“Its him, Its HIM !”

‘Hey :) You finally found it !’

‘Sure did’ I texed back.

‘I was afraid if you’d find it creepy’

‘Definitely not’

“Oh please” Nat said, rolling her eyes. “Psycho stalker”

This earned her a swat on the head.

'Honestly, I’ve waited for this moment from the first day I saw you’ Bucky wrote.

“Oh my God!” I squealed. “What do I say ?!”

“The truth of course !” Nat urged me.

'Me too’ I texted.

'Glad to hear that !’

'So this is why you sent me in to put those books back ’

'Haha, yeah. What are your plans for tomorrow ?’

'Nothing much. Just submitting that assignment’

It took him a minute to reply.

'Meet me at the library at 7 in the morning’

'Does it open that early ?’

'Im the one with the keys, remember?’

'Alright…see you tomorrow then’

'See you, Y/N’

                                 * * *

I couldnt sleep all night, and the next morning, I felt dead tired. I was so nervous about meeting Bucky. I could hardly do anything.

“Calm down, Y/N!” Nat said. “You know him ! Hes a nice guy !”

“I just cant help it !” I said. “Why cant you just come with me Nat ?!”

“No way ! I have a feeling about whats about to happen ” She said, and winked at me.

                               * * *

I stepped into the library, looking around cautiously. Bucky wasnt in his usual place.

“Bucky ?” I called out. “BUCKY !”

“Hey, Im here, come over!” Bucky’s smooth voice came from behind a few shelves.

I walked towards in him slowly, feeling a lump forming in my throat.
I found him on the ladder, arranging some books.

“Hey” He said, smiling. He slowly came down, the smile not leaving his face.

I smiled at him, my hands turning turning cold with nervousness.

“Are you alright ?” Bucky asked coming forward. “You look - pale”

“Im ok”

Bucky took my hand in his, and grinned.

“You’re nervous” he said, warming my hand in between his.

He raised it to his mouth to press a gentle kiss on my fingers.

His eyes never left mine, as he pushed me against the bookshelf, and kissed me. I was as usual, shocked beyond shocked.

Bucky pulled back slowly, and said, “You can ask me to stop, Y/N”

I just smiled at him, the warmth from his body calming me. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, and kissed him.

                               * * *

“So” Nat said, stretching the word. “How did it go?”

“Went well” I said, shrugging.

“Just well ?”

She raised her eyebrows at me.

“It went extremely well” I said with a grin. “We’re - !”

“Oh my God !” Nat was estatic. “Oh my GOD ! Im so happy for you !”

She hugged me tightly.

“We can go on double dates ! It will be so awesome !” She said.

I laughed.

“Oh wow !! Come on ! I need to educate you on this whole thing ! Right now !”

Nat dragged me to our room, and the rest was another story.

TAGS !! @learisa , @axelinchen , @msdrmarvel

Characters: Marty Scurll x Reader

Content: Spanking, Sexual Content, NSFW, Lil Daddy kink nod.

This is a little drabble based off a prompt about the reader slapping Marty during a match and it getting a little smutty. So this is what I came up with, it’s a little different! Its not super long but I thought I might try a few shorter stories before I do long ones! I think I over think those a bit too much!

It’s spanking time!

Tags: @lclb13 @shieldgirl95

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alright, alright…I guess I’ll share my completely unsolicitied voltron/a:tla headcanons ((please feel free to add on to this if you want I would love it so much))

it’s long and detailed so I’ll spare your dash (I say to my four followers) and put it under the cut

BUT!!!! if you skip to the end there’s ember island stuff and I know u wanna see that so

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[fic] 'cause he looks like a riot

leo/guanghong for the @yoirarepairmonthly​ “pranks” prompt

leo eggs the wrong house, is a wronged boyfriend, and kind of maybe meets the right person.

(on ao3)

It explodes upon contact with the roof into a shower of calcium shards and avian menstrual fluid. As the liquid oozes down the tiles, Leo feels a rush of sympathy towards the foetal salmonella - like such an egg, he suffers from the consequences of inefficient sperm ejaculation (the fact that he is not in possession of a sperm ejaculator not withstanding). His heart has been broken, shattered pieces of calcium tossed to the wind, whirling down to the sidewalk, possibly getting into someone’s eye and giving them conjunctivitis for which insurance will not be provided.

He glances down at the carton in his hands. Phichit’s dare was to egg Leroy’s house until he finished the entire carton - freshly bought along with duct tape, diapers, lube and a pack of condoms by Phichit, just as Seunggil had dared him (Leo suspects at least two of them will serve further function…he doesn’t want to guess which).

He picks up another egg, swings his arm back, and hurls it towards the wall. He throws one at the window. His fingers are closing around the next one when the door slams open to reveal a woman - dark-hair, pleasant-faced and wearing a crisp, freshly-ironed police uniform.

“Excuse me, what the hell are you doing?” she shouts in a way that makes Leo wish he’d taken the diapers along.

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Boys with an s/o that has a panic attack when someone gets a panic attack

yo yo it’s mod Succi back with the writing that sucks 

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raimykeller  asked:

Domestic & arguing over the remote #prompt :D

Also available on ao3.

Thank you so much for your patience!

Monday Nights are for The Bachelor

Stiles knew from experience that Derek could be stubborn. He knew that mostly because Stiles held himself to a pretty high standard of stubbornness that was, on occasion, met with an even higher amount of stubbornness in the six feet that built up Derek Hale. In every instance, Stiles always found himself surprised and, if he was being honest with himself, impressed.

This was not one of those occasions.

Monday nights were dedicated to The Bachelor. Derek thought it was a fair request since it was only two hours, one night, each week, for six weeks out of the year, that he required the television in his own loft. The pack had other thoughts on the matter – the use of Derek’s television, not on The Bachelor – the pack had no clue about Derek’s secret love affair with the reality show. Derek did decide to turn four teenagers into his betas, but he was not an idiot. Okay, ignore that last example.

The point still stood that Derek had every right to lock himself in his apartment on Monday nights with a box of red wine and bowl of movie theater butter popcorn to watch a reality show that may or may not contain the use of tears, wildly concocted fights, and artfully chiseled men. The pack was settled and there hadn’t been any supernatural issues in months. Well, unless you counted the time Scott contracted a were-flu and all the werewolves in the pack were reduced to sniffling blanket piles. Stiles had shouldered the brunt of mothering everyone as they regained their strength and while he complained profusely, Derek had suspected the whole ordeal had been an ego boost for the kid.

A ding sounded from the kitchen and Derek took the popcorn out of the microwave, taking care not to burn his fingertips as he grasped it by the corners and tried in vain not to rip the bag in half. The effort was futile, as it always was, and Derek inevitably had a steaming cloud of popcorn explode in his face before falling to the floor. You would think that growing up with werewolf strength would give Derek the time and opportunity to figure out how to do something as mundane as opening a bag of popcorn without it staging a coup, but this was one skill he could not grasp. He stood there, dumbfounded, when he heard a key turn the tumblers in the apartment’s lock and Stiles walked in. He looked at Derek and blinked.

“I have so many questions,” started Stiles.

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BLUSH -Part 5

Bucky barnes x reader

As the elevator doors opened at their floor, Y/N walked out slowly, and Bucky followed. The silence was killing him, and yet he was terrified to do anything. His mind was in a debate whether to actually talk to her or not.

Y/N pouted as she neared her room. Why the hell isnt he saying anything ?!, She thought.

Just as she reached her door, Bucky grabbed her hand, pulling her into his room.

“Bucky !” she breathed, shocked.

“Y/N, things have been so weird since that night” Bucky began, running his fingers through his thick brown hair. “I dont want you to run away from me ! Please !”

Y/N stood with her back pressed to the wall, giving him a wide eyed look.

“Dont look at me like that !” Bucky said. “Y/N, I like you ok ? I have for a while now ! I was just so afraid to tell you! I mean, you’re a Stark ! And Tony…but I cant hold it anymore. I cant-”

Y/N had tears in her eyes now, and she did her best not to let them spill.

“Y/N” Bucky stood close to her, bending a bit, just so that his face was inches away from hers.

His hands cupped her face, as he said “ I love you…I really do - ”

Y/N looked into his blue eyes, as he leaned in, and pressed his lips to hers.
His hands dropped down to her waist, pulling her closer, as her hands went around his neck.

Y/N pulled away, smiling and blushing.

“I love you, Bucky” She whispered.
Y/N flung her arms around Bucky’s neck again, kissing him. “It was just so difficult…you didnt say anything after Nat walked in on us, and I thought maybe you didnt like me, and I was just so embarrased-”

“Well, I thought you didnt” Bucky said with a laugh. “Glad thats sorted out”

He kissed her again, but she pulled away, giggling.

“What ?” Bucky asked, raising his eyebrows.

“You taste like strawberries” Nikki said, shaking her head.

“So do you” Bucky said, with a grin.

“Remind me never to eat those again, please”

“You are crazy, come here”

                             * * *

When the Y/N walked into the kitchen later that day, with Bucky’s arm drapped over her shoulders, Natasha shreiked.

Y/N jumped in fright, screaming and covering her mouth. Bucky looked around, frowning.

“What the bloody hell !?” He snapped at Nat, when he saw no threat.

Natasha dived towards them, and threw her arms around the couple.

“Thank you !” She said. “Im mean really, Im so happy for you both!”

“Is this woman crazy ?” Bucky asked his finger pointed at Natasha, who still had them in her grip.

Sam and Steve laughed, watching the show.

“Seriously you two ! ” Natasha said, stepping back. “Took you long enough!”

“Calm down, Nat !” Y/N said, touching her friend’s arm. “ Whats all this ?”

“Im really sorry for messing things up that day, Y/N. I-” Nat said, blushing.

“We’re not mad at you” Y/N said with a smile. “You dont have to apologise”

“Hey ! I am !” Bucky said.

“Who cares about you, Barnes” Natasha said smugly, looping hands with Y/N.

Bucky scoffed at her, before moving on to sit with his friends.

“Come on ” Natasha dragged her towards the elevator. “I need details !”

“What details ?”

The entire room froze as Tony Stark strolled in, his eyes glued to his cell phone.

Noticing the sudden silence, he looked up, narrowing his eyes.

“Whats going on ?” He asked, pushing the cellphone into his pocket and folding his arms against his chest.

Y/N bit her lip, her brain scanning for a quick lie.

Bucky stared at her, holding his breath.

“I was just telling Nat about the time we went to that Safari” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice from shaking. “We should take her, Tony. She’ll love it !”

“Really ?” Tony said, raising his eyebrows at Nat.

“Yep” Nat said with a smile. “I love them !”

“Oh” said Tony shrugging. “Maybe we can all go !”

“Sounds great” Sam said. “Lets call T'challa too. Do they have safaris in Wakanda ?”

“Hmm…” Tony nodded thoughtfully, and took out his cellphone again, typing into it furiously, before walking out of the room.

Bucky exhaled noisily.

“You have to find a way to tell him,
Y/N” Nat said, in a serious tone. “And fast”

Y/N nodded.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that ?!” She whined.

Bucky gave her a sad smile. He knew Tony would throw a fit when he came to know. Tony had started to forgive him, and they were making actual progress, but this would change everything.


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anonymous asked:

Make mr brightside gay

Coming out of my cage / And I’ve been doing just fine:

Mr. Brightside came out and he’s telling himself its going ok

It started out with a kiss / How did it end up like this:

He kissed a dude and that led to him having a Big Gay Crisis and he’s still hung up on the guy

But she’s touching his chest / Now, he takes off her dress

Mr. Brightside’s dream boy is hooking up w/ a girl 

But it’s just the price I pay / Destiny is calling me / Open up my eager eyes / ‘Cause I’m Mr. Brightside

It sucks but he’s trying to be positive about it, He’s still hung up on the guy but at least he had his big gay awakening so

In conclusion: Bisexual icon Mr. Brightside is not in fact jealous of the boy having a smoke but actually of the girl taking a drag and Mr. Brightside, like every other Killers song, is Gay Media.

Let Me Hold You Part 6

Alright.  Warning of Sexual act.  I hope you guys like it :)

Tags: @im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy @codenamekaraortiz

Part 5-

Originally posted by soaimagines

Harley was walking into her apartment when a woman stepped away from the railing near her and smiled.
“Harley Myers?”
“Yes?”  She fully unlocked the door, ready to open it to get inside quickly.
“I’m Agent Stahl, ATF.  May I ask you a couple of questions?”  The woman smiled at Harley.  
“Um, sure.”  Harley kept her hand on the doorknob, waiting for the first question but Agent Stahl continued to stare and smile at Harley.  After a few seconds, Harley sighed.  “Would you like to come in?”
“I would love to.”  Agent Stahl replied.  Harley clenched her jaw but opened the door, calling out to Potato who came running towards the door, instantly growling at Agent Stahl.
“Sorry, I’ll put him in my room.  One second.”
“Oh, take your time.”  Agent Stahl already began looking around Harley’s apartment.  Harley pulled out her phone when she got into her apartment and quickly sent a text to Juice, letting him know that an ATF agent named Stahl was at her apartment.
“So, what did you want to ask me about?”  Harley came out to Agent Stahl staring at a picture with Harley and Potato on his adoption day.
“He’s cute.”
“What did you want to ask me about?”  Harley stated again.
“It seems you’re new to town, right?  Snuggled yourself into a nice little new home with SAMCRO?”  Agent Stahl got to business and motioned for Harley to sit down, which she ignored.  “I just find it strange that a girl from Tennessee decided to up and move to Charming, California with the type of past you’ve had.  Angry daddy who didn’t know how to control his anger?”
“They have welcomed me into town and I have a job at the bar, yes.”  Harley narrowed her eyes.  Agent Stahl took a deep breath and smiled.
“Anything happening there?  Out of the ordinary?  Illegal?”  Agent Stahl locked eyes with Harley.
“Excuse me?”  Harley bit the inside of her cheek to keep calm.
“You aren’t stupid, you graduated college.  Do you know of anything illegal that SAMCRO is a part of?”  She stood closer to Harley and kept the smile on her face.
“No.”  Harley stayed still and kept her eyes trained on Agent Stahl.  After a few seconds, almost a switch went off and Agent Stahl took a step back and looked through her bag, finally pulling out a card.
“Call me if you find anything out.  Ok?”  She winked and headed to the door, letting herself out.  Harley quickly walked over and locked it shut.
She looks down at her phone to see a message from Jax, telling her to come to the clubhouse.

When she walked inside, she felt herself curl into Juice’s sweatshirt that she barrowed, hearing the boys yelling inside of the church.
“Oh yeah?  What about Harley?  She saw the Irish man getting patched up.  Fuckin’ scared the shit out of her, how do we believe she won’t rat?”  Clay’s voice was distinct and easy to hear.  Harley sat at the bar, waiting for them to come out but listening.
“She wouldn’t rat!”  Tig immediately jumped in.  
“She’s fine.”  Harley smiled when she heard Juice’s small voice pipe up.  
“I don’t think we need to worry about her.” Jax added.  Harley waited in her spot for them to come out.

The guys all walked out of the room and each one passed Harley, nodding at her.  Jax and Opie started out the door while Juice left and went to his room, ignoring Harley.
“Doll?”  Tig stood in front of her, blocking her eyesight to Juice.
“What?”  Harley intertwined her fingers together and sat them on her lap.
“Clay wants to see you.”  Tig nodded his head towards the double doors still open and Harley sighed.  She stood from her stool and walked into the room, seeing Clay leaning back in his seat at the head of the table.
“Shut the door.”  Clay said.  Harley pulled the door closed as she came in and sat at a seat in the middle of the table.  “Do we need to worry about you?”  Clay lifted an eyebrow and focused on her.  
“No.”  Harley stared him in the eye and kept her shoulders straight.  Clay watched her for a minute before relaxing back into his chair.
“I think you know well enough what we do that if you did, you may find yourself in an accident, shipped back to Tennessee, whatever.”  Clay took a drag from his cigar and leaned against the table toward Harley.  “You understand me?”
“Yes, sir.”  Harley answered again, biting the inside of her cheek.
“You can go.”  Clay dismissed her.  She stood back up and walked out of the room, heading to the dorms to find Juice.

“Hey Juice?”  Harley knocked on his room’s door, hearing the rock music playing inside.
“Come in.”  Harley opened the door to see Juice laying on his bed with his arm thrown over his eyes.  Juice whipped his hands down his face and looked up at her, “what’d Clay want to talk about?”
“Just made sure I wasn’t going to rat.  I won’t.  Not that I really know anything the police would find helpful but I wouldn’t.”  Harley laid down on the bed beside Juice as he bit his lip and turned his head towards her.
“What are you doing tonight?”  Juice flung his arm around her hips and pulled her closer, sighing into her neck.
“I was going to make dinner, did you want to come?”  Harley smiled at Juice’s wide smile.
“Depends on what you’re making.”  Juice sighed when her nails ran over his head.
“Does it really?” She smirked at his sigh.
“No.  What time?”
“I was hoping you could take me home on your bike, take the long way home.  Potato’s staying with Tig tonight.”
“Why?”  Juice asked.
“Just said he needed the company.  I figured it’d be nice if it was just you and me tonight.”  Harley said.
“Really?”  Juice’s eyes shot open.
“Stop.”  Harley laughed as Juice jumped out of bed, grabbing his kutte off his chair and his wallet.  Juice grabbed Harley’s hands and pulled her up, running his nose along her neck as he hugged her.

“What are you doing?”
“Come up here.”  Juice said.  His fingers gripped her ass and yanked, causing her to jump and settle almost perfectly near his face.  
“Oh, holy shit.”  She whimpered, feeling his breath on her inner thigh

“Hey, did you know you even have your stuff in the shower all neat and tidy?  No wonder why you clean my apartment every time you go there.”  Harley called out from the shower.
“Here, baby.”  Juice slid into the shower, wrapping his arms around Harley and handing her a cup with a straw sticking out of the lid.  She looked at it weirdly and took a sip, instantly smiling and turned around in his arms.
“Juan, did you just bring me a margarita in the shower?”
“You said you always wanted to do it but forgot.”  He scrunched his eyebrows together at her.
“I told you that months ago when we were both drunk.  Well you were high.”
“Yeah, I guess.”  He said.  The tips of his ears grew red as her eyes never left his.
“We weren’t even dating then.”  Harley’s hand cupped his cheeks as his eyes closed and he leaned into her touch.  He shrugged his shoulders and she kissed his lips lightly and then peppered kisses all over his face.  “I love you.”
His eyes sprang open.  “What?”
“I love you, Juan Carlos Ortiz.  I,” she kissed his cheek, “fucking,” his other cheek, “love,” his nose, “you.”  She finished with his lips.  When she pulled back, his eyes kept roaming over her face.
“Really?”  He whispered and she felt her heart break a little.  She moved her hand still holding the margarita to set it down on the edge of the tub and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Will you be my old lady?”  His fingers pushed hair from her face and then held her cheeks to keep her eyes on him.
“Of course.”  She answered.  He kissed her hard, sliding his hand to the back of her head.  She didn’t ask if the water she felt on her cheeks was from the shower head or from him, she just held him tighter.

| Cute | Holoform!Bumblebee

“This better be good”

- the first words out of your mouth as you knocked on the door hard.

Sam answered almost immediately, as if he’d been waiting, eyes staring at you from under a mop of brown hair as his head popped out.

“Oh it is,” He verified, a smirk pulling up his lips. He leant against the doorframe. “Bee’s been nagging me to call you for ages.”

“Bee?” You rose an eyebrow, curiosity slightly pinched but the irritation at having to walk all the way over to Sam’s house still pricking you.

“Why didn’t he just come himself?” You muttered. Sam only supplied you with a slight shrug of his shoulders as you turned to walk to his garage.

“You better not get it on with my car, Y/N!” You heard him call. You slightly bristled, knowing he must’ve noticed the excitement you tried to hide at the fact that it was Bee who called you over.

“He’s not yours Sam!” You called back. “And get a haircut you dork! You look like a broom!”

You heard him yelp and looked back to see him run his hand into his slightly overgrown hair with a blanched face. Snickering to yourself, you entered the garage, letting his sounds trail off to silence.

The moment you entered, the bright yellow Camaro in the middle of the room instantly shook on it’s wheels.

You laughed as he transformed, quicker than you’d ever seen before, growing to his full height. He hunched slightly because of the short roof but his servos clicked rapidly, clearly excited.

“You look happy about something,” you teased, resting a hand on your hip.

Because I’m happy! Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof!” The song flowed from his speakers which made you give a very unattractive snort. Bumblebee nodded enthusiastically, going down on one knee so that you could see him better, and not have to look almost straight upwards to see his face.

You found yourself lost in the gaze of his impossibly blue optics for a moment, before shaking yourself out of it. “What did you want to show me?”

Bee blinked once, twice, slowly, then popped up again as if realizing that yes, he indeed wanted to show you something. His doorwings fluttered so childishly you almost cooed out loud.

He folded back down into his alt mode, the door opening smoothly without a creak.

“You want me to get inside?”

You – got it – sugar cakes,” came his voice in the distorted radio speech he used.

You rolled your eyes, sliding into the driver’s seat and buckling yourself in as a habit. Humming a tune under your breath, You tapped your fingers on the dashboard to the beat. Your other hand brushed a thumb over the AutoBot insignia in the middle of Bee’s wheel, your gaze growing soft.

“We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we bud?” You exhaled lightly, remembering all the exciting - albeit terrifying and life threatening - adventures you’d gone through with the Cybertronian.

That we – have,” The words were also without his usual enthusiasm, thoughtful as if he were sharing the same sentiments you were feeling.

You rested your palm fully on the seat, feeling the warmth almost pulsing beneath your fingers, instead of cold leather. It reminded you yet again that Bee was a living being - a sentient, amazing being that you had had the opportunity to meet.

“What would I be without you?” You mused softly, not realizing you were thinking out loud and also failing to feel the seat belt tightening around you, as if hugging you close.

“But hey!” You broke yourself from your emotional state, putting your hands on the wheel, twisting and pretending to drive down a street.

You grinned, laughing as you gave it another spin and made car sounds. Bee went along with it, turning as if you were actually controlling him, the engine revving loudly and sending you into another fit of giggles.

“Sam would freak out if he saw me in his seat,” You snickered, imagining said control freak sputtering and demanding you to get out of his ‘special seat’.

“But you wouldn’t mind would you Bee? After all I’m your favourite.” You joked, nudging the wheel playfully.

“Oh I definitely don’t mind,” A voice next to you drawled.

You stiffened.

Your eyes slid over, and to the right there was a guy, casually leaning on the dashboard with his cheek on his palm. He smirked as he captured your gaze.

You screamed.

Unbuckling your seatbelt roughly and ignoring the whine of opposition from Bee, you threw it off you. You nearly fell headfirst out the car as you leaned to open the door, forgetting it was already ajar. Eventually you made it out, slamming the door shut and backing away.

Your chest heaved as you panted for breath. “Who the hell are you??
Afterwards you instead turned to your best friend of two years. “Bee! Who the hell is that?? Did you know he was in there?”

I did,” Came the short and almost cheeky answer.

“You did?” You asked, calmed down slightly, assured in the fact that Bee would never let someone harmful stay with you in the car but still on edge. “How long has he been in there?”

“Since the start of the conversation”

You turned around so fast you could have gotten whiplash. The same guy was now right behind you even though you hadn’t even seen him leave the car.

“I wasn’t asking you,” you narrowed your eyes, stepping back, putting some space between you. “I was asking Bee” You didn’t even try to censor who you were talking to, seeing as if he had been there the whole time he would have already witnessed who Bee was.

“But I am-”

“Shush!” You said, irritatedly. “Bee, why aren’t you answering me?”

Beautiful – calm down – listen to me”

“I am listening to you!” You said, clearly not getting whatever was going on.

“No you’re not,” Mystery guy said again, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m not talking to you” You felt as if you wanted to rip your hair out, your voice raising in pitch at your frustration.

“Y/N, calm down,” He stepped closer, resting a hand on your arm. You jerked back instantly.

“Don’t touch me!”

He hissed, and you saw that your nails had scratched three angry red lines in his skin. Your head cleared a bit and you couldn’t help the worry that flooded you.

“H-Hey wait, I’m sorry,” you stanmered. “Are you okay?”

He only chuckled raspily. “This is not how I expected this to go at all.”

At his calm output you found yourself levelling back to earth. “Who are you?” You frowned. “Why were you in…”

At the look in his eyes, realization suddenly dawned on you. “…in..Bee…”

“Bee?” You said incredulously.

“The one and only babe,” he grinned, winking the same impossible eyes, such a deep and baby blue it was like you could swim in them.

“But, you, how, what?”

He chuckled, lifting an arm to scratch at his head, an arm where there were no scratches that had just been there, as if healed already.

“Ratchet invented these holoforms for us to be able to blend in with humans better,” He said.

“Ratchet what??”

After a long explanation you stood in the same spot, blinking owlishly. Groaning, you leaned against the hood of the car. “I need to lie down.”

Bee laughed before coughing suddenly, dissolving into hacks that instantly worried you.

“Bee?” You said, still in slight disbelief but coming to terms with the fact that was standing right before you.

“I-I’m alright,” he rubbed his throat, and you suddenly noticed that he had been speaking hoarsely the entire time, but now it was like a rake was being dragged down his throat. “Talked too much.”

That’s right, his vocal processor was never properly fixed, You thought sadly.

“Will you be ok?” You asked.

I’ll be – fine,” The radio spoke from his alt.

“Just can’t talk for a while after this,” Bee spoke again.

You grew disoriented from his different forms speaking. “That’s so weird.”

You bit your lip absentmindedly, tracing your eyes over the male. Shaggy golden locks that curled right beneath his ears, sky sapphire eyes and a smooth jawline. Unsurprisingly, the rest of his body was adorned in black and yellow articles of clothing.

“Holoform…right? Holo like hologram?” You asked. “Does that mean…can I…?” You raised a hand tentatively.

“Go ahead,” He prompted, putting his palm up, hovering in front of yours. You ventured closer, swallowing before letting your hand slowly connect with his. Your eyebrows visibly lifted when the tips of your fingers brushed warm skin, instead of phasing right through him.

“Wow,” you breathed and dashed your caution to the wind as you pressed your hand fully to his. “It feels…You feel so-”

“Real?” He grinned toothily, interlocking his fingers with yours. “It’s not. But pretty awesome right?”
He stared at your interlocked hands. “I’ve always wanted to do this with you.”

You ignored the way your stomach fluttered at those words, still in awe. “Wow Bee, just wow. I don’t know what to say.”

You’d been expecting something when you went over Sam’s house, but definitely not this!

“Shh,” he put a finger to your lips before leaping back with the grin still attached to his face. “Then don’t! Let me amaze you”

There was a small flash of light and then Bee was dressed differently, a leather jacket over a yellow ripped shirt that slightly showed his abdomen. There were boots with chains climbing up his legs and fingerless gloves on his hands. He leaned against his alt, sunglasses glinting.

Bee tilted the sunglasses down and peered over the top of them. “Impressed?”

You were silent for a few extra moments before you broke out into laughter once more.

Bee looked adorably confused. You just laughed harder.

“Oh Bee!” You wheezed. Something about the bad boy look on Bee had you in fits. He just looked so clueless, like a five year old kid dressed in ripped jeans and trying to look cool. “No matter how you try to look tough, you’re just too cute.”

Bee’s cheeks flamed and he lost his confident persona, sputtering. There’s the Bee you knew.

“But, but I,” He actually whined, crossing his arms. “Y/N!

You were too busy rolling on the floor to hear him, and Bee contemplated running you over underneath the tires.

“What? That’s a good thing!” You gasped, getting up and leaning on his alt for help. “Isn’t it?”

“Cute?” He murmured angrily, storming over to you. His hands came to box you in and you had barely stopped your laughter when you noticed that he had trapped you on his hood.

You felt your heartbeat pick up as he leaned closer, and you could count every golden eyelash framing narrowed, intense blue. “Am I cute now?” His voice had dropped, and due to the fact that it had already been hoarse, the depth only made a shiver run up your back.

You controlled your breathing, steeling yourself before looking up as if thinking.

“Yes, yes you are,” You said before poking him directly underneath his ribcage. He froze, letting out a giggle.

A giggle.

You lost yourself to laughter again as he whined in the background, and the car revved angrily.


[If Bee thought your reaction was bad, he definitely changed his mind when Sam let out a high pitched shriek when he came into the garage to check on you, throwing a chair at him.]



Summary: Dan is forced to go clothes shopping with his mum [or the one where Shy!Awkward!Dan mistakes Confident!Phil for a mannequin and things get awkward real fast]

Genre: fluff | AU

Warnings: I mean unless you find shopping and terrible pickup lines triggering, then you should be fine

Word Count: 1.1k

Authors Note: oh good lord its been a while im sorry yikes. Ok so this lil drabble is kind of like a part one to my tiny four-part series kinda thing called “The Ways I Met You” where basically its four different ways D&P meet each other for the first time. There are still three more to come so expect those soon and I hope you enjoy :)

part one of “The Ways I Met You”

part two here

part three here

part four here

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BLUSH - Part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader ( x Uncle Tony Stark) This is a series !! Part 2 will follow shortly :) Feedback appreciated !

Y/N Stark, was Tony Stark’s niece. Her parents’ sudden death had led to Tony taking her under his wing, and looking after her ever since.

Y/N grew up to be as brilliant as her uncle, exceling in academics, and getting into research after college.

Tony visited Y/N every week, and took her out to dinner. He never broke this tradition, and that particular day, he was waiting for her in at the restaurant where she had promised to meet him.

About fifteen minutes late, Tony saw her rushing into the restaurant, looking almost too shabby for his liking. She sat opposite to him breathlessly.

“Im so sorry, Tony !” She said, gulping down some water. “Got caught up with work”

Tony nodded, still having a look of disapproval on his face.

“What ?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Look at yourself, Y/N ! You are a Stark ! You cant run around looking so shabby !” Tony said, shaking his head.

“I came straight from the lab, Tony” Y/N said with a smile. “Besides, you know how much I hate dressing up”

“Ok, dont then. But still you need to look presentable” Tony argued. “ What are they making you do there ?”

Y/N shrugged.

“I havent slept in days. Working on this -”

She was cut off by Tony, who gave a bright smile.

“Well, Im here with a solution to that” He said.

“What solution ?” Y/N asked.

The solution landed her at the Avengers tower, working for Dr. Bruce Banner. It was something huge for her to work with him, and Tony was glad to have her close to him.

The rest of the Avengers were excited to meet another Stark, and not to mention a girl.

Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N settle in, whereas the men were always there to help.

* * *

“Its so UNFAIR that he gave her a room right in front of his” Sam complained, making Bucky smirk. They were on their early morning workout with Steve.

Tony had given her the right opposite Bucky’s, because that room happened to be bigger than any of the other spare ones.

“Sorry dude, I had no part in it” Bucky said, shrugging.

“Lets better keep it that way” Sam said, dropping to the floor if the gym, panting.

“Lets not try anything funny with her guys. Tony wont take it lightly” Stevd said, making his way out of the gym, followed by the other two.

* * *

Y/N woke up to hearing voices outside her room. She looked at her alarm clock, and saw that it was only 6am.

Grumbling to herself, she dragged herself out of her bed. She opened her door, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Guys ! Keep it down !” She said, yawning. “Tryin’ to sleep here”

Bucky, Steve and Sam turned around to look at Y/N, who leaned against the door, and gave them a sleepy look.

“Can you guys talk somewhere else please?” She said, almost in a whine.

Bucky couldnt help but smile. She looked so beautiful and delicate in her pyjamas and messy hair. It was as if something clicked. He felt some strange new energy sparking up inside him.

And he also noticed his friends who were ogling at her, just like him.

“Hey, come on, lets go” He said, grabbing Steve and Sam by their arms and pulling them towards the elevator.

He turned around to catch one last glance of her.

“Thanks, Bucky ” She mumbled, before closing the door, and returning to sleep.

* * *

By 8:00am, Y/N was in the kitchen, looking for breakfast. Steve, Bucky and Sam looked up from their food as she came in.

“Good morning, Y/N !” Sam said.

“Good morning, Sam” Y/N said, with a smile.

“Sorry about this morning” He added.

Y/N laughed and her eyes met Bucky’s. She blushed, as he gave her a smile. His eyes lingered on her face a minute too long, that Steve cleared his throat.

Bucky snapped out of his thought, and offered Y/N one of his sandwiches.

“Thanks, Bucky” Y/N said. “ Lot of work today !”

“Is Bruce overworking you ?” Sam asked.

“Yes, he is such a workaholic !” Y/N said. She glanced at the clock.

“Shit !” she said, “Im late ! ”

Y/N stuffed the sandwich into her mouth and ran off towards the elevator.

“I like her” Sam said. “Sweet thing”
Bucky gave him an icy glare, and Steve burst out laughing.

                             * * *

Natasha has created a chatroom.
Natasha has invited Wanda, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Nikki, Tony and Sam.

Sam: Party !!
Y/N: Im still working.
Nat: Boohoo
Steve: Whats the plan?
Nat: How about that new nightclub we saw the other day ?
Y/N: Cool! Never been to one before!
Sam: Aww, we’ll take you, Y/N
Y/N: Thanks Sam :)
Bucky: Well.
Steve: Well well.

Bruce has joined chat.
Bruce: Y/N, dont you have work to do?
Y/N: Yes, Mr Banner :(
Bruce: Why the sad face ?
Nat: Leave the girl alone Bruce !
Bruce: Natasha !!

Tony has joined chat.
Tony: No nightclub for you Y/N
Bucky: o_o
Tony: Go away Barnes !!
Bucky: Nope.
Wanda: You go away, Tony !
Y/N: Unfair !
Tony: Not at all
Bruce: Tony, she has work !
Tony: She can stay back and work.
Y/N: I want to resign.
Wanda: Stop banning Y/N from doing things ! Shes old enough to make decisions for herself !
Y/N: Yes !
Bucky: Yes !
Tony: No.
Clint: Somebody please throw Tinman out !
Tony: I just might throw you out, Birdie!
Bruce: She is sulking now, Tony. Stop it. Y/N,if you put your phone down and finish your work, you can go.
Y/N: Thank you, Mr. Banner !
Tony: Not so fast ! Who gave you the permission to give her permission, Banner?

Bruce left the chat.

Tony: Great.
Nat: Bad Tony !
Tony: Oh come on ! FINE ! Y/N can go !
Y/N: Yay ! Thanks Tonyyy !! You’re the best!
Steve: Seriously.
Bucky: : D :D
Tony: No drinking, though.
Y/N: Bye Tonyyy !!!
Nat: Come to my room after work,Y/N!
Y/N: Ok, Nat.
Y/N: Bye guys !

                            * * *

Bucky was on his way to his his room, when he saw Y/N coming out of hers. Her long hair was wet and was dripping slightly. Bucky stood staring at her.

“Hi Bucky ” She said, smiling.

“Hi” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “Umm…nice hair”

Y/N smiled, tilting her head slightly.

“Thank you” she said, a small blush spreading on her cheeks.

Bucky blushed at the way she looked at him.

“I gotta go meet Natasha” Y/N said.

“Ok” Bucky said, nodding. “See you at the club”

“Yeah” Y/N said, her heart beating fast.

Bucky watched her walk away, and turned to walk straight into Steve.

Steve had a grin plastered to his face.

“What ?” Bucky asked.

“What what ?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows. “I know it”

“Steve” Bucky said shaking his head.

“Shes a good girl, Buck” Steve said. “Shes perfect for you”

The two friends grinned at eachother.

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TAGS ! @mags-moore , @kaiyaisbae , @sgt-jbb-107

No, this isn’t some kind of Pokemon GO Team Instinct fic if that’s what you’re thinkin’! This just happens to be my first ever Werewolf Dean request!  Anon so kindly asked for this and what better way to post my first WolfyDean fic than as a request? :D

As anon requested, “Can you make a Werewolf Dean x Reader? With wolf thought, realizing who his mate is, etc. Thanks!”

This is before the brand split and I’ve never written a wwe werewolf character x reader fic but I’ve read a few here so hopefully those will help :>

This is gonna be one hell of a ride so I got two words for ya…

Let’s go!

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Originally posted by canis-lupus-orion

Your name: submit What is this?

“You sure you gonna be alright for our match tonight?” Roman asked worriedly. “You don’t look too good… ” Dean snarled deeply, the sound ripping through his chest as he raised his head to glare at the Samoan with bright gold eyes.

I’m fine… ” he growled as his eyes shifted to it’s usual blue. “Wolf is just…going crazy…” Dean grunted a little as he grimaced. “…I’ll live… ” Find mate…Mate is home… “I don’t have a mate you stupid wolf…” Dean murmured sourly but Roman caught it and his eyes widened.

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Word Count: 1364

Triggers: None

Requested by @ssabea

You weren’t really a fan of baseball, if you were perfectly honest. It just wasn’t that interesting to you. However, if you were talking about the men playing baseball, it was a completely different story. Your older brother was a huge minor league baseball fan, for no reason you could discern. They weren’t famous and most games were basically the same. He’d drag you to a game every once in a while, if you weren’t working, and you’d eat your overpriced hotdog, pretending to have fun.

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I’m Right

Summary: There’s this boy who wears black, including a ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and he’s starting to grow tired because all his friends and family talk about is him meeting his soulmate. What they don’t know is that he’s never going to be able to love his soulmate like they want him to.

Warnings: Acephobia, arophobia, self-hate, alcohol, swearing. I think that’s it. Dan freaks out a lot. Generally quite a lot of angst. 

Word count: 5,285

Disclaimer: I’m ace, but I don’t know if I’m aro, so I’m not claiming this is how all aro/ace people feel. Fuck, I don’t feel like this at all, I’m pretty happy with my sexuality. I don’t really get angsty about it, I’m generally quite proud of how I identify. I just imagine that, seeing as our own society is already kinda shit when it comes to this,  in a universe like this soulmate!AU, being aroace would feel kinda shitty, so I exaggerated Dan’s emotions a lot, so uh, yeah. I hope you like it.

A/N: Very much inspired by this fic (warning: mentions of non-con) and this fic (i v much recommend both)

(And hey, just remember that I love you, no matter what your identity is. Nothing is wrong with you, aight? You’re a pretty cool person.)

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boyfriend!woozi: first fight

- mingyu was giving you a piggyback ride and y’all were parading around the practice rooms singing dumb nursery rhymes at the top of ur lungs
- and woozi was already having a bad enough day as it was but seeing you with mingyu just set him off
- he came to find you because he knew spending time with you would uplift his mood at least a little but no, you were with mingyu
- and he felt as if you were neglecting him at a time he really needed you
- so when mingyu finally put you down, woozi growled out a “we’re leaving now.” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room,,,
- and it was the first time he had ever been rough when touching you.
- he dragged you to the company parking lot, tightening his grip as you neared the location of his parked car, and practically shoved you into the passenger seat
- woozi always listens to his cds in the car, or at least the radio, but the car ride was absolutely silent; all you could hear was his heavy breathing
- before you knew it, you were parked in front of ur apartment building
- woozi just leaned his forehead on the steering wheel, sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, his fringe messing up as a result
- at this point, you still didn’t really know why he was acting the way he was, so–
- you: um, jihoon? are you ok..?
- him: god why are you so dense, of cOURSe i’m not okay.
- you were a little hurt but you let it slide bc “it’s probably just the stress from work getting to him”
- you: do you wanna talk about it?
- him: if i wanted to talk about it, i wouldn’t go to you because we don’t seem to go to each other for things anymore.
- you: wait what are you talking about…
- him: yOU SPEND SO MUCH tIMe with the other members that sometimes i wonder why you’re dating me and not one of them
- you: hold on, is this about today? about me hanging out with mingyu??
- him: “hanging out”… ha ha ok whatever makes u feel better
- you: woozi, mingyu is someone im very close to so of course we’re going to—
- him: well if you like mingyu so much then why don’t you go date him instead??
- that comment honestly just felt like a stab in the chest to you bc… how could he ever think…? how could he ever doubt the love you have for him? ?
- you flung open the car door and sprinted to your apartment building as quickly as humanly possible, before woozi even realised what he said and what impact those words would have had on you
- but when he finally did realise, it was too late
- and he began to beat himself up about it
- “how could you ever say something like that to them? even if you were having a bad day, you had no right to say that to the loVE OF UR LIFE.”
- he had to go to coups to ask for help, and woozi hATES asking for help
- coups was just like… you fucked up. bad. you need to go apologise right now. go. now.
- and woozi was fREAKiNg OUT, he had all these thoughts that you were gonna break up with him, you were never gonna speak to him again, you were going to go date mingyu instead like he told u to ….
- anyway so it was like freaking 2AM or something and he rocked up at ur apartment with his guitar and a handwritten letter that was three pages long, and started to give himself a pep talk to get all ready to serenade u with a mushy song he wrote bc he’d rather lose his pride than lose you
- but when he knocked on the door and got no answer after 15 mins… he fell to his knees and finally realised just how badly he screwed up
- idk why the possibility of u being asleep never crossed his mind but anyway
- he just leaned his head on your door and kept whispering ur name…
- and the the door swung open
- and he was like wtf
- “they didn’t lock, let alone close, the door?? man, how irresponsible can they get”
- he went in though and found you lying in bed,,, with tear streaked cheeks
- and his heart broke into two bc he knew that it was him that caused you to be like this
- he climbed into bed next to you even though he kNEW he shouldn’t have but in that moment he just needed to be close to u
- swept the hair out of ur face and stroked ur cheeks, wiping away your tears
- you unconsciously inched closer to him in ur sleep and he just thought… i really don’t deserve you
- so he went and slept on your couch lol
- the next morning you wake up and feel all gross bc ur hair’s all messed up and ur face is all sticky from dried tears and it’s just ew,,,
- “wait a sec. is that jihoon’s guitar?? what the heck, did he come during the night ???”
- so you go and investigate in ur apartment and u almost get a heart attack bc hES ON UR COUCH HOW DID HE GET IN
- he’s clutching a piece of paper and ur like jihoon… what even- are you writing lyrics in ur sleep??
- you read it and it says, “dear y/n, you know how bad i am with words so i decided to write down my thoughts instead of straight out saying them to you…”
- before you start to read any further, he murmurs your name in his half conscious state
- “y/n, i’m so sorry… forgive me.. please, you’re my everything”
- this is unfair he’s even cuter in his sleep
- you wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze tight, before kissing his cheek and snuggling into his chest
- “it’s okay, i would never leave you for mingyu”
- he pulls you in closer and you both fall asleep in each others arms on ur little apartment couch