in front you

“Ahh, detective, I see you have fallen for my trap. It’s a pity it had to end this way. I knew you would taste that mysterious white powder you found at the crime scene to confirm its identity. I understand… you were trying to look cool in front of your partner. You must have realized by now that I simply laced table sugar with an incredibly powerful neurotoxin. As you die, consider this a victory for responsible investigation, and an educational moment for your young partner. She will not make your mistake and will use appropriate methods and tools to identify unknown substances, not her goddamn tongue, you fool.”

(Request: Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)

Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!

warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut!
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Originally posted by thewalkinggifs

You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.

“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the step below him.

He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”

“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied, taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.

“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly for bringing it up.

You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.

“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.

You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot going on right now” You tried to justify your words.

“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been going on for years!” he raised his voice.

“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he interrupted you.

“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”

He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse. You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that he wanted to be left alone.
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You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.

“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands on it.

He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.

“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he made no move to try and wipe them away.

“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m sorry” he finished.

He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and moved his hands to his side.

You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he always had.

“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him some clean clothes.
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You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed, and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.

You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.

“What?” he asked.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you.
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You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.

“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was something wrong?

“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff from sleeping.

“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you okay?”

“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”

“What time is it?”

Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch. “It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back down onto the bed slowly.

“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can talk to me and trust me” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once again.
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The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming your body.

“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck, making you feel weak.

“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit, making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you, keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.

“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.

“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with you.

“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling him.  He sighed as he got it all out, and it felt like a weight off his shoulders.
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The inevitable (Pt.4)

Genre: Mafia!BTS

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Summary:  After Hoseok is sick of you moping around after your break up and Yoongi overworking himself he made a plan to put you guys together. Despite surprising you with the sudden meetup you come to terms that maybe it was okay to move on already. He’s a mafia member with a short temper? Well, nobody’s perfect.

Pt.1 // Pt.2 // Pt.3 // 

Originally posted by parkejimins

As exhausted as you still were you slowly opened your eyes to take notice at the clock in front of you. It read 8:27 and suddenly your minded was flooded of thoughts of last night. You shake your best friend awake as he slept next to you on the couch. Hoseok groans, grabbing one of your wrists.

“…What is it..?”

“Did Yoongi come home? Did he call either of us? Oh my god, shouldn’t he have been back by now?”

Hoseok finally sits up, stretching his arms. Your rambling wasn’t ideal this early in the morning but he fully understand due to your circumstances.

“Y/N. He’s fine. I promise you that last night and we both agreed to just trust Namjoon. We’ve been with him for years and there’s no way something went wrong.”

You shot him the saddest puppy dog look you could manage, making him feel guilty.

“I’m serious. He’s okay..”

“But what if-“

“Do you trust him?” He asked, looking more serious than usual.

“Well yeah-“

“Then he’ll handle it. Maybe you should just go get dressed and I’ll try to call one of them to see what’s up.”

You were grateful he was here right now because who knows what you would have done without him. You smiled, giving him a hug.

“Thank you for staying with me. I’m sorry I’m such a mess right now.

He sighed, not being able to hold back his own smile.

“Who wouldn’t be when the person they care about is fighting another gang? I mean remember all those times I got into fights and you worried for nothing?”

You nodded.

“I know, I know. He was just already hurt and-….I get it. I’ll just wait for him to come home.”

Hoseok rubbed the top of your head, teasing you.

“Good girl. Now go shower and I’ll see if Yoongi has any food worth cooking. The dude really needs to stock up his fridge but I’m sure you’d be happy to help him with that.”

“Yup~ Since this is his place though I might have to change into his clothes…”

“I doubt he’ll mind. If anything, I think he secretly loves shit like that.”

With a smug look on your face you got up from the couch.

“Good. He should get used to it.” You commented before running off to his bathroom to take a shower.

Hoseok fiddled around the fridge trying to find something edible for you two. He wasn’t the best cook but he prided himself for being able to make basic things when he needed to which was more than you could say for yourself. As he started to pull things out he heard his phone going off somewhere in the living room so he tried to search for it. Long after he heard it ring he still couldn’t find where it was hiding out.

Frustrated he came over to the bathroom door, leaning against it.

“Hey Y/N! Where’s your phone at? I need to call my phone with it!”

You could hear him talking but to no avail were you able to understand him. So, you turn off the shower and wrap a towel over yourself, opening the door.

“What? I can’t hear you when you’re not even talking near the opening.”

Hoseok froze, not expecting you to come out like that. He has assumed you would have just changed in the bathroom and he wouldn’t be seeing you standing there dripping wet in only a towel. This really wasn’t the time for thinking about the things he was but it was bound to happen anyway.

“I-I…um…need your phone to call mine…”

You rolled you eyes. “Alright. Alright. Just make eye contact with me while you talk, please?”

As you walked over to your old pants and pull your phone out of the pocket you hear a sound from the door. When you place your phone into Hoseok’s hand you turn around, standing In the doorway to see a shocked, blood covered boyfriend of yours.  Yoongi’s eye sharpen as he steps over with heavy feet.

“What the fuck is going on?” He growled.

At first all you felt was confusion until you realized how the situation must have looked. You run over to him, afraid to put your hands on him.

“Wait a second! Hoseok was only here to keep me company because I was so frantic while you were gone!”

Yoongi moved past you, ignoring your statement. He stops in front of your friend, glaring up at him.

“I’m out there busting my ass while you’re in here having sleepovers with my girlfriend?”

Hoseok didn’t look threatened though, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms.

“A fight you started. They were just making you clean up your mess.”

Yoongi’s hand flew up and as almost a reflex you grabbed his wrist.

“Do you want a bullet to the throat? I’m on a roll right now and I don’t think you want to be #5.” Yoongi threatened.

“Stop it!” You yelled.

Both of them looked back at you in surprise. You tightened your grip on him, avoiding their gazes. You were sick of these two bickering when nothing had even happened. You were mentally tired and you didn’t need Yoongi getting into a third fight when he was already hurt.

“Look, I’m glad you’re safe but please just shut up for a second! Nothing happened! I was worried sick about you and I thought about going after you but he stopped me! He was there for me and he kept me safe. Doesn’t that matter to you? God, I promise you. Please….just trust me like I trusted you last night.”

Yoongi’s anger completely wiped off of his face. He put his other palm against the hand you used to hold his wrist and pulled you off of him softly. He brought your hand up to his cheek as he stroked it with his thumb.

“…I’m so sorry. I know I worried you..”

Hoseok grabbed his backpack as he began to pack his stuff up to leave but you turned to him.

“Oh wait. I’ll go with you. I just need to change really quick.”

Yoongi still held onto your hand when you tried to walk away. As you felt the small tug you looked back at him.

“Please stay with me a little bit longer.” He said, sounding exhausted.

The pure neediness in his voice struck a chord inside of you. You nodded.

“Yeah. Don’t worry, okay? I’ll stay here with you. Hobi you can call your phone with mine so you can find it. Just leave it on the coffee table afterwards.”

Hoseok only gave you a short look before putting your phone up to his ear in search of his phone. You pull Yoongi’s hand along to his bedroom.

“Can I borrow some of your clothes?” You asked.

He nodded, sitting down on the bed next to you. He watched as you wondered around the room trying to find the right drawer of clothes.  As soon as you opened the correct drawer you stopped, thinking of something you should have asked earlier.

“That blood…Isn’t yours, right? You’re not hurt, are you?”

He had a zoned out look to him that you couldn’t place. It’s like he wasn’t fully there when you were talking to him. He’s been through a lot the past few nights so you couldn’t help but still worry about him despite standing right behind him.

“No, babe. I’m not hurt.”

You slide the clothes on easily since he wasn’t planning on turning around as you changed. When you finished, and you came up to him he seemed a bit happier, giving a small smile as he reached for your hand. You reached for the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head.

He gave off a little smirk. “Is this a reward for living? Because I was thinking about you too the entire time I was out there.”

“Maybe later. For now you’re filthy and covered in someone’s blood. You need a shower.”

Yoongi threw himself back on the bed.  “At least lay with me for a bit.”

“Nope. Shower, Min Yoongi or I swear I will leave with Hobi.”

And that was the fastest you had seen that boy jump up from his bed. At least you knew he really wanted you there. Maybe he did deserve a bit of a reward. You bit your lip, getting a pretty good idea.

anonymous asked:

Unpopular opinion: touka Acknowledged shironeki's change, she just couldn't accept the destruction that was causing him(losing himself slowly). Sadly, it obviously came out wrong when she tried to voice it out due to her old miscommunications issues.

Hm, well Touka was certainly worried for his safety during that time, but I’m sure that a lot of her frustration came specifically from how Shironeki treated her. 

Kaneki abandoning her for the sake of protecting her really rubs her up the wrong way, because Arata did the same thing (albeit his death was unintentional, but he still disappeared from her life) and so did Ayato (becoming stronger in Aogiri to protect her). It’s extremely patronising and she rightfully resents it since it always leads to loved ones causing her pain because they don’t think she can handle herself. 

So she does resent Kaneki’s new persona on that front, but you’re right in pointing out that she also wants to stop him from walking down a self-destructive path - the Ghoul’s path, a path she’s walked on herself before.

This is Touka ‘Let’s bring the fight to the Doves!” Kirishima talking here, after all.

She was mad at Shironeki both because he was hurting her and because he was hurting himself. She was totally justified in all she did on the bridge - true, it was delivered in a very, uhm, Touka way, but that’s precisely what wakes Kaneki up to the ridiculousness of his overprotectiveness of her. Let’s not forget, if the Anteiku raid hadn’t happened when it did, Kaneki would have come back to Anteiku and his tragedy would have hit the pause button. Still reeling from the death of Arima, Kaneki’s slipped back into ‘protective’ mode recently, but Touken talk 2.0 should fix that right up.

Don’t you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you! It has never been like that! Ever! I need you to see that. (Dean)

You saved my life over and over. Man you sacrifice everything for me, don’t you think I’d do the same for you? You’re my big brother, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. (Sam)

I hope you like it :)

Panic Cord (Tom Holland x Reader)

@what-ifsimagines : hi! idk if your requests are open but can you do a Tom holland x reader imagine where the reader can’t handle the paparazzi and their relationship (the reader and tom are dating) are in danger?! but then it ends with them staying together and lots of fluff!!

@theforbiddenwaves : Can you do an imagine where the reader and tom holland are off to the civil war movie premier and the paparazzi freak out the reader and it causes tom to lash out a bit at the paparazzi. 

Originally posted by spiderholland

You aren’t ready. You don’t know why you said you are, but you’re not. Through the tinted windows of the Lincoln car, you can see the black, looming figures of photographers. Constant flashes of light brighten but do not penetrate the dark windows that separate you from the judgments of the public. The door opens from the outside and the flashes increase in speed. Tom, who sits in front of you, slides to the side and steps out of the vehicle and waves with a charming smile before turning and offering a hand to you. With your nervousness stuffed in your decorative clutch bag, you delicately take his hand and let him lead you into the artificially lit night. 

Screams and hollers for your attention are drowned out by the insistent clicking of buttons on cameras. Tom’s arm around your waist no longer feels safe and comforting. He signs papers and posters, arms and phone cases. People shove for your autograph as well but you decline with whispered apologies. The screams just get louder.

Tom notices your distant look and sees your shaking body from a few paces away. He immediately takes action. Tom says with a demanding voice, “Back away from her,” but nobody listens. They continue to swarm your faint-headed body, the heat causing you to fall to the ground. Tom begins to push people out of your way. “Go! Go away you little shits!” he yells with aggression. When he finally gets to your body, he reaches down and lifts you into his arms. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” you insist, trying to get him to put you down. He continues his urgent walking towards the bathroom. “TOM!” you yell, “PUT ME DOWN!”

He gently puts you down, holding you until you get your balance. “I’m going to go freshen up and call a cab,” you tell him. “No, No, (Y/N), it’s fine. We can go into the theater and forg-”

“No, Tom,” you tell him. “I will not head into that theater like I did not just collapse on the red carpet because of the paparazzi. I’m going home. I’ll blame it on a headache.”

“I’ll see you at home,” he says quietly, obviously disappointed and sad that you’re leaving. You step forward into his arms and wrap yours around his waist, placing your head on his chest. He kisses your hair.

“See you at home.” you say.

“I love you,” he adds as you are walking away.

You don’t say it back.


Hey guys! I really liked writing this one. Comment if you want a part 2.

coffeeandcigarettekisses  asked:

Do you have any drawing tips for aspiring comic artists like myself?? I love to draw and would love to work on comics some day but I can never seem to get my drawings to look right (the hands look like meat hooks, can't do the second eye, etc etc) and struggle to draw in the comic book style! You're all brilliant artists and inspirations, thank you so much <3

There is *nothing* like drawing from life to make your drawing skills level up! All images, regardless of style , involve interpreting the world, and translating it into a 2D image. So sometimes we can end up learning ways of translating, say, a hand, without actually learning how a hand is really shaped like and how it moves!

The more you draw from life, the more you look at the world - and the more you look at the world, the more you understand it, so that even when you don’t have it in front of you, or even when you don’t want to draw in a fully realist style, you know how things are formed, how they move, and that will let you figure out how you want to translate that.

Carry a sketchbook around with you, and crack it out to sketch what’s in front of you when you’re waiting for a train or having a coffee! Go to life drawing sessions or urban sketching groups, do an Inktober-style life drawing challenge. As you spend time drawing what’s in front of you, you’ll notice the results when you’re drawing what isn’t.

And don’t worry about ‘comic book style’ – start with the skills and your style will develop naturally over time, usually as a sort of melting pot of the things that you enjoy in other people’s work and the way you interpret the world. It’ll look after itself!

I have a group on facebook called Docta Foo’s lab https://www.facebook.com/groups/DoctaFoosLab/.

It’s an awesome little community if I do say so myself. We do google hangouts and share resources with aspiring creators, professionals and hobbyist alike.   I’ll often share what I learn as I go. I welcome you to join the lab! But carry a sketchbook around with you every day. Draw from life. Do gesture drawings and scenes. Study perspective and start creating comic pages in full. Know how much you can create in a particular amount of time. Use yourself and others as a model. You have hands right in front of you! Use one to draw and study the other! Also, be open to critique but don’t let it crush you. I’ve seen people get way too sensitive about people making suggestions on their work. Take the objective advice but trust your vision. The repetition will solidify your skill.

TWICE REACTION TO DOING A SPECIAL STAGE WITH YOU

I didn’t want the title to be long but the request was them “reaction to doing a special stage with you who was their crush but have never met you before”.

Nayeon:

When she found out that she was doing a special duet with you stage she started laughing, she thought someone was just doing a hidden camera on her, but when you walked into the room she stopped laugh and looked at you like she saw a ghost. All she was hopping was to not make herself look stupid in front of you.

Jeongyeon:

The whole time you two were practicing she would do something stupid or say a joke just so you could laugh. She wanted you to get to like her and she would make sure you two would become close.

Momo:

She would have been inform about having a dance stage along side with another idol no one would tell her who. So, when she was practicing some moves she would almost scream seeing you walk in.The whole time you both practice she would show off her dance moves, her body, and just everything. She wanted you to like her and she was going to make you fall for her.

Sana:

When you walked up to her telling how you were going to do a special sexy dance stage with her she started to flirt with you right away. The flirting never stopped and you both knew after the stage dance you would miss each other so you two ended up swapping phone numbers. Only causing her to flirt with you a lot more now.

Jihyo:

When she found out she was going to do a special stage mash up of a Twice song and your song on stage with you she would get so happy. Right away she would go looking for you and would start having a conversation about how proud she was to work with you and hope that you could become super close.

Mina:

The girls would be around when she was told to have a special dance stage with you. They would start teasing her. When they all see you walking to her they would shut up. When you tell her that you couldn’t wait to dance with her she would give a shy nod and smile. Her being super shy around you would only cause the girls to mess with her more.

Dahyun:

She would be super confused on why she was choose to have a special dance stage with you. She would be screaming about how she would make herself look stupid in front of you. She would hear a cute laugh and turn around only to see you smiling at her. She would be happy to have you smiling, but would still be screaming inside. 

Chaeyoung:

She would have been practicing a special rap that was giving to her from JYP when you would walk in causing her to stop. When you asked her how the rap was going and if she was ready for the rap stage with you she would have a big smile on her face and wouldn’t be able to say anything.

Tzuyu:

She was having a meeting about a special stage when you walked in. It would right away hit her that you were the person that she was doing the special stage with. She would hide behind her hands with a big smile and start blush and you would find her super cute.

anonymous asked:

Hi lovely! Hope today is gr8 lolol Can you please do any ☮ ☾ ♢ for Zen! Thank you!

☮   - What do they like to talk to their s/o about late at night when they both can’t sleep? 

  • How much he loves you 
  • What time you have to be up in the morning 
  • His upcoming roles 
  • How beautiful he is 
  • If any guys bothered you today 
  • Him asking you on a date for this upcoming weekend 

☾   - Do they go on midnight walks or midnight drives?

  • He wouldn’t mind a walk 
  • But he prefers a midnight motorcycle ride 
  • With you close behind him 
  • Hooking your arms around his waist 
  • He wishes he could have you in front but it wouldn’t be as safe! 
  • Plus he needs to be able to steer comfortable so you both will be safe 

♢   -  Would they rather stargaze on a hilltop or dance on a rooftop party?

  • Stargaze on a hilltop
  • Before he met you
  • He would be more than happy to be partying on some rooftop 
  • But now 
  • He wants to be secluded 
  • He wants you and only you to be the focus of the night 
  • Watching you and your sparkling eyes in the moonlight as you look up at the stars 
  • What’s a party? 
  • He could literally be in this moment forever 

anonymous asked:

What would you do if you were praying then boom! A dick appears in front of you and it smells of your favourite food.

//I honestly can’t tell if this is for me or al but I can’t stop laughing long enough to think about it

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Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Request: DC imagine where the reader is Lady Joker. Joker can’t stand it when the reader “steals the show” but can’t help being captivated by the reader.

For: @theshe-wolfwaits
Words: 1,840

Leto!Joker x Reader – Didn’t really know where to go with one to be honest.


“Don’t you like my desk?” You asked innocently. You leaned back into your luxury leather spinning chair and rested your feet on the large oak desk in front of you. It had taken five of your men to bring it into your office. The thin, unassuming man on the other side of the desk rubbed his hand together anxiously.
“It’s nice.” He squeaked.
“Thank you!” You gave him a beaming grin which didn’t relax him. He was your informant, one of The Joker’s men. The Joker. You’d met just a few times but you loved to piss him off whenever you had the chance – call it flirting.

“So, when is Jokey taking the bank?” you asked him threading your fingers together and acting almost like a professional.
The informant looked nervous, “You’ll make sure that Mr J can’t get to me, that’s what you said, right?”
You jumped up from your chair so fast that it was still spinning as you walked around the side of the desk and perched against it in front of him. You placed your hand on his cheek and spoke softly like a mother calming her child after a nightmare, “I promise that mean old clown won’t hurt you.”
“Tomorrow morning.” He told you and pulled a file out from his the inside of his jacket. He handed it to you and you quickly read over it. It had all the details of The Joker’s bank heist.

Great, now you knew where to find him. It was a lot of trouble to go through just to see your crush but you weren’t a quitter.
“This is just what I needed.” You thanked the informant and placed the folder down on the desk, picked up your gun from beside it, turned and shot him between the eyes. His body flew back from the close range and crumpled into a bloody pile in the middle of your floor.

Behind your desk Veck, your right hand man, tutted in disappointment, “Do you know how much it costs to get a carpet cleaner who can get blood out and keep their mouth shut?”
You pouted at his berating, “I know that you’ll handle it Vecky. I kept my promise, The Joker never touched him. Besides, I hate rats.”

—-

“Mr J, there’s a problem.”

The Joker sneered at his henchmen and shoved him aside. He stalked into the bank, flanked by his men. The bank was trashed and empty of people save for you. You were stood in the middle of the empty bank with a shot gun leant on one shoulder and a large satchel bag on your other shoulder.

“What took you so long?” You asked and tapped your bare wrist with your finger as though you were tapping a watch. He scowled and looked around the empty bank.
“Oh, I put everyone in the vault.” You said flippantly.  
He said nothing but his eyes took you in.

You pouted, “I went to all the trouble of putting this together and you won’t even talk to me?”
“What do you want?” The Joker asked, his raspy voice making you grin.
“See that’s better!” You beamed, “Maybe I just wanted your attention. See, I even got you a present.”
You threw the satchel bag over to him. It landed at his feet and he regarded it curiously as one of his men held it open to show him the bundles of cash inside, no doubt stolen out of the vault.

He sucks in a breath and inclined his head while he considered accepting the bag, “What have I done to deserve a present?”
“I’m just a big fan.” You grinned.

You stepped forwards to leave, making sure to walk past him on the way. He turned sideways as you passed him, your eyes locked with his and your chests brushed as you slowly moved past him. He let you go and watched the doorway where you’d left before turning back to the emptied bank. There was no destruction to cause, nothing left to rob, no show at all! He stalked over to a nearby desk, took a hold of it and flipped it over.

Where was his fun now?!

Snarling, he glanced back to where his men waited with the bag full of money that you’d given him. His snarl turned to a smirk. Maybe there was still fun to be had.

The Joker sat back on his plush sofa, arms lay across the top of cushions.
“So boys, what have we got this time?” He asked two of his men who had set up a projector in front of their boss. It was littered with photos and maps of all of your recent illegal activities. Every escapade that he’d planned, you got too first. He’d been upstaged at every turn and it had made him obsessive. You’d certainly caught his interest and his eye.

They loaded up security footage from a night club that The Joker often did business at. He watched as you turned to the security camera, gave a dramatic wink and then blew a kiss at the camera. He grinned to himself a mirror imagine of the mad grin inked into the back of his hand.
“This is the most recent thing , Sir.” One of his men told him as he pressed play and your manic grin filed The Jokers projected screen again. He watched as you walked with Veck, The Joker had done his research into your associates, into a meeting only for the man that you meeting to pull out a gun and open fire.

It was a clear view of Veck tackling you to the ground, your shoulder instantly spewing blood before Veck practically carried you out of the fray while your men opened fire on your attacker.
The Joker sucked in a harsh breath, his head tilted as he pointed at your assailant now paused on the screen, “Bring him to me, we have business to talk about.”

—-

“Stop pouting.” Veck told you but you crossed your arms, flinching as your shoulder throbbed again, and pouted more.
“My shoulder hurts and The Joker is ignoring my flirting, I think I deserve a good pout.” You answered. Veck rolled his eyes at you and you did a little mocking dance over to where you had a man bound to a chair with thick duct tape. You pushed his forehead with two fingers until he tipped all the way over and crashed back onto the floor. He tried to scream but it didn’t make it past the duct tape across his mouth that you’d painted with a mad grin.
Sitting on his chest you traced the smile with your finger, “Shh. I found out that a lil Bat has been look all over town for you, apparently you want to rat on Mr J. I don’t like rats so I’m going to make you an example and you’re my last shot of getting Mr J’s attention. If he still hasn’t warmed up to me after I give him you then maybe it wasn’t to be.”

You rested your elbows on your knees and your chin in your hands and pouted, you didn’t want to think about giving up on The Joker but he just didn’t seem interested.
“Y/N, you wanna see this.” Veck’s voice caught your attention and you sighed pushing yourself up from the man’s chest, he grunted as you moved. Joining Veck by the window you peeked out of the window through the blinds to see a purple Lamborghini parked outside. The car door opened and The Joker’s green hair was the first thing that you saw until he looked up and made eye contact with you.
He gave you a smirk before stepping into the building with his men in tow. You let out a squeal of excitement, jumped away from the window and started to fix your hair. Sitting yourself down on oil drum behind the man who was still taped to the tipped over chair, you waited for him to come in. Veck stepped behind you and gently moved some of your hair into place and you thanked him just before the door swung open.

The Joker stepped through the threshold, his eyes on you instantly, he moved towards you, his expression intent. He stopped only when he reached the man on the floor, noticing the rat duck taped for his convenience for the first time.
“For me?” He rasped.
You nodded, “I thought you’d like it.”

He stepped around the man towards you and stopped so that he leant over you sat on the drum. Veck tensed and you raised a hand to stop him interfering.
The Joker leaned down so that his face hovered over yours, “Its perfect.”
You resisted the giggle that tried to bubble up inside you and instead offered him a grin. His face was close to yours still when he added, “I actually brought you something.”
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, “You did?”

“Well, you got me a present so this was only fair.” The Joker told you as he turned to gesture for his men to bring something in. your face was split in a grin again when the man who had shot you’re a few days earlier was dragged into the room by his foot. He was unconscious and his face was covered in blood and snot.  The Joker noticed you looking at his injuries, “I hope you don’t mind, I saw what happened.”
His fingers came up to gently brush your injured shoulder and your stomach flipped at the contact. You brought your hands up to either side of his jacket and pulled him down to you so that you could kiss him. He responded with earnest, his hands finding your hair and pulled you towards him with it in harsh, rapid motions.
You pulled apart from him and smiled, “It’s a wonderful present.”
He leaned back into you and bit your bottom lip lightly before answering, “That’s not even the best part.”

He stepped away from you to take his a bundle of black material from one of his men, he took it over to an aged table and rolled it out so show all of the weapons hidden inside. Hatchets, cleavers, screwdrivers, some so pristine that they made your eyes water while some where rusted, dull and painted with dried blood.
You clapped your hands together excitedly and jumped off of your drum to stand beside The Joker in front of the table, “What a beautiful date idea!”
His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in front of him so that he could kiss your neck and hiss in your ear, “The first of many.”

Still Friends *Revisited *Part 11

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“Hello, everyone! Shawn and I would like to thank you guys for choosing us to represent the three charities of our choice.” You started, the camera in front of you.

“We will be at Madison Square Garden in one month with twenty songs for you guys, we will be taking suggestions for two weeks and we will announce the set list three days before the show,” Shawn added.

“We want as many of you guys there as possible, the tickets are a lot cheaper than what our normal concerts are. We want you guy to know that the money doesn’t go to us. All things bought at the concert goes to those charities.” You told them.

“Also if you can’t make it, it’s okay because we will be live and you can donate next week when we announce the three charities.”  Shawn Finished.

You and Shawn both continued touring but talked frequently about setlist ideas and the charities that you guys would be donating to. As promised you guys announced on your twitters that the money would be split between Food For The Poor, The Salvation Army and American Cancer Society. 

You and Shawn met in New York three days before the actual show so you could get used to the surrounding and practice together. Now it was the actual performance and you’d admit it, you were nervous to perform for charity, songs that meant something. You stood at the side of the stage with Shawn, you gave him a hug and you new he was surprised.

“Thank you for agreeing to this, I know you could have shut it down when they told you that majority chose you but thank you for agreeing to do this.” You told him, for a moment you wanted to stay there and you did when you felt him wrap his arms around you.

“Of course, I’m glad that I could do this with you.” He told you, you went to say something but you heard the awe from the crowd. Looking out to the stage you saw you and Shawn on the big screen hugging. 

“I’d say that’s our cue.” You told him pulling away from the hug. You both walked out on the stage waving at everyone, it was a big crowd and you were used to it for the most part but it was a new feeling as well. You chose to go for the mic that was around you, so you didn’t have to walk with a microphone.

“How’s everyone doing?” You asked, hearing everyone scream. “I like the sound of that.” You added.

“N/Y and I have been working hard to make sure that you guys go home satisfied,” Shawn told everyone as he walked up to his mic. “I’m so excited to be able to perform for you guys tonight.” He added. 

“We want this first song to bring you all up so what we’re going to do is start and then after this song we’ll explain how the night is going to go. You’ve all heard of the chainsmokers right?” You asked them. Their cheers got louder once again. Shawn was handed his guitar.

“I’m glad otherwise this would have been weird. This is Paris.” He said as the music played around the arena, him joining in on his guitar.

We were staying in Paris
To get away from your parents
And I thought, “Wow
If I could take this in a shot right now
I don’t think that we could work this out”
Out on the terrace
I don’t know if it’s fair but I thought “How
Could I let you fall by yourself
While I’m wasted with someone else”

You and Shawn had always liked the idea of traveling and the idea of doing it together was even better. You remembered the first night of actually running away together. Getting in the passenger seat of his car and having the radio blasting, having your head out the window and the wind going through your hair. That moment was probably the best memory you had of him and he for you. Shawn’s favorite part of that night was him sitting on top of his car and you standing in the street dancing. It wasn't much besides small movements but it made him love you, he was in love with you and watching you let loose and be free was amazing. He let you drive his car which he was a little worried he trusted you even as you sped down the abandoned road, in the middle of nowhere. 

It was a subconscious thing, you and Shawn had looked at each other so many times and you didn’t even notice but they did. The song finished and you both looked out at everyone.

“Paris was an easy one to choose.” Shawn told them after a moment, “ I chose it because I felt that it explained us a lot, we’re close and we keep that in mind when it comes to the choices we make. Though we haven’t been to Paris together, we’ve gone to a lot of places just to get away and I think it’s healthy for any relationship or friendship.” Shawn finished watching the audience. 

“How Shawn and I decided we’d do this is every four songs we’d get on twitter and answer a few questions that way we can connect to you guys and then we’d talk about the charity a little bit in those breaks.” You said into your mic. “The next song that we have coming up is Touch it by Ariana Grande.” You spoke looking back at the Dj. “Which means Shawn take a seat because it’s my time to shine.” You joked motioning to the chairs that you two has set up.

How do I make the phone ring?
Why do I even care?
How are you all around me when you’re not really there?
When you’re not really there?
How do I feel you on me when you’re not on my skin?
Why do you say you want me, then tell me “I’m not coming in”?
Baby, just come on in

You missed Shawn a lot and it showed when he was on tour or even when you guys broke up. You were always faithful when it came to Shawn and he was the same but the song was deeper than that. You and Shawn had gone to London together as you both had a photo shoot to do, Shawn wasn’t in a rush to have sex but you, on the other hand, you were ready and of course as it was your first time you were extremely nervous. You were in his hotel room watching movies, he had gone to take a shower which left you to your own devices, you had taken your shower before joining him in his room, though you knew you weren’t going to your room to sleep you didn’t change into actual pajamas so you took it upon yourself to put on one of his shirts and get under his covers.

“Comfortable?” He asked you as he came out in his shorts, a towel to dry his hair, you nodded with a smile before looking back at the t.v. You knew your boyfriend was hot and you told him that almost every day but it was as if you were completely aware of it. He laid down next to you, his lips on yours for a second before he pulled back looking down at you.

“Have you ever thought about us having sex?” You asked out of the blue, you turned to look at him and you could tell that you caught him off guard.

“Yeah…unless that makes you uncomfortable then no, but if it doesn’t then yes…I’ve thought about it a lot but though I’m a gentleman…my mind isn’t sometimes.” He told you, “Why?” He asked turning to look at you.

“Because I’ve wanted to for awhile now but I didn’t know how to express it and now that I’m here and you’re shirtless and so close…I really want to.” You mumbled his lips once again on yours.

“You guys knowing the lyrics, I think is the best part of doing this.” You told everyone as you walked around the stage. “It makes me feel better about singing someone else’s song. Touch it by Ariana, I chose this one because, well I’m sure you all can use your imagination, but know a lot of these songs bring up memories and I think that as long as they’re good then you should bring them up.” You finished as the Dj said that Shawn was up.

“I decided to sing a few of my songs as well, the first one that has been decided is Kid In Love.”

And I know that we just met
And maybe this is dumb
But it feels like there was something
From the moment that we touched
‘Cause, it’s alright, it’s alright
I wanna make you mine

Shawn knew you were special when you first met, though he knew there was a two year age difference he didn’t think it mattered. He took his time to get to know you and it meant a lot. Though he liked you a lot, you didn’t feel that way right away, it took a while as you saw him as a mentor when you first met, as someone who knew what he was doing and he could help you. Though Shawn wanted you, he took it slow, you guys hung out and made music that you knew you would never release. Music that you knew would never go anywhere outside of the room that you two were in and that was okay. You made him feel different like he was still normal even though there were girls and guys that wanted his attention and that played a big part in how you two got together.

Shawn finished the last verse, his eyes going over to you for the fifth time in the song, you smiled as he finished, his smile getting big as well. “Kid In Love was written because a girl came into my life and changed it, she was only fifteen when we first met but she’s worked for everything that she has and though a lot of people say that she owes me, I disagree, I’d say that I owe her. For being there for me when I couldn’t be there for myself. For making me feel like I could do whatever I want with my music and encouraging me through my weakest moments.” He finished before motioning for you to get up, you walked over to him, his arms once again wrapping around you.

Oh, there she goes again
Every morning it’s the same
You walk on by my house
I wanna call out your name

I want to tell you how beautiful you are from where I’m standing
You got me thinking what we could because
I keep craving, craving, you don’t know it but it’s true
Can’t get my mouth to say the words they want to say to you
This is typical of love

writing imagination was slightly hard though neither of you would say it was. You and Shawn were at that point were playful songs could pass but an actual song was difficult but somehow you two created magic.  You two sat in the studio with blank paper, horrible notes being played.

“Look at me.” You told him as you sat next to him. “I believe that when you try too hard you won’t get where you're looking for.” You started him. “What do you think about when you see me?" 

"That you’re beautiful and talented and that you’re going to do great things.” He said looking down. You blushed as you looked at his guitar.

“Write about it.”

“I love imagination.” Shawn said after you two finished, “I love how it came out and it was hard. We went through so many different versions of it before we finally got to this one.” He finished

I’ve been thinking 'bout you
Yeah, I been missing you
Where the hell are you, oh, when I need you?
I could still hear your voice
I ain’t got no choice, cause I’m here all alone
I know I can’t wait 'til you get home

Thinking about you was when you first really started to miss Shawn.

Oh, I don’t have you here with me
But at least I have the memory
I tried to make it through the night
But I can’t control my mind

You were used to him being around and then he was gone on tour and you had never thought you could miss someone so much. Then you broke up and you missed him more than you ever could, you had been broken up for seven months now and you hated not being with him. This was the song that you had to move around and sing and you did just that. Being close to your audience was something that you loved so the fact that they made the stage into a catwalk made you happy. Walking down in it, you poured your heart into a song because though it wasn’t yours, it was how you felt in that moment.

Baby, I don’t want no one, no one else
So hurry, cause I need some, need some, need some help
And I’ll be waiting patient, patiently
Cause I don’t have you here with, here with, here with me
But at least I have the memory

Heading back to the front of the stage, you made eye contact with Shawn. Your heart fluttered the way it used to when you saw him or heard his name or even when you got to talk to him. 

“Thinking about you by Ariana, I think this captures how I feel, I’ve felt lost for awhile and I think you’ve all noticed that…that sometimes I try to play off my feelings and  bottle them up and then the media gets a hold of it.”

Maybe I came on too strong
Maybe I waited too long
Maybe I played my cards wrong
Oh just a little bit wrong
Baby I apologize for it

Shawn chose this song because it captured how he felt, where he was at this point in your relationship. He loved and cared about you more than he ever thought he could, but you were this mystery, you were this beautiful angel in his eyes but in some way a demon in disguise because you could put him through hell.

So don’t call me baby
Unless you mean it
Don’t tell me you need me
If you don’t believe it
So let me know the truth
Before I dive right into you

Shawn would drop anything if it meant he could have a chance with you and it was the sad truth, you were his drug in a way and though he wouldn’t ruin his career for you, he would do a lot of things to prove to you that he was yours. He looked back at you as you sat there watching him sing, you tapped your foot to the beat, God he was so in love with you and you knew it. The thing is you were a mystery to him, he didn’t know if you loved him the same way he loved you.

“I don’t think I have to explain this one but, listen to the lyrics and you’ll know.” Shawn started, "I just got word that Shape Of You is the next song.“ He said with a smile knowing that this was one you guys had fun practicing together.

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go
Me and my friends at the table doing shots
Drinking fast and then we talk slow
Come over and start up a conversation with just me
And trust me I’ll give it a chance now
Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance, and now I’m singing like

Shawn had been practicing this on the guitar for awhile and it showed as he started playing the first few chords. You smiled as he started singing, you joined in looking over at him. You walked towards him, he faced you as you guys sung, the song ended faster than you thought it would but that didn’t stop either of you from what happened next. Shawn let his guitar fall on his back, he took your arm in his hand pulling you towards him, his other hand went to your cheek, his lips pressing against yours. Your arm went around his neck, your other hand on his chest. 

Dreaming~Nam Joo Hyuk Fluff

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Your mouth hung open as you stared at the script in front of you. Your eyes were staring at one name, that was said to be your co-worker for this drama. His name was Nam Joo Hyuk. 

You couldn’t believe your luck. You’ve always wanted to work on a drama with him. You thought he was a great actor, and you admired his work. Even though he was an up and coming actor, he was great at his job. 

Honestly you were a rookie actress as well, and you were hoping this drama could be your big break. It was the first time you were playing a lead character, and you were excited, really nervous as well, but mostly excited. 

You were even more excited learning who your co-workers would be. Nam Joo Hyuk, Park Shin Hye, and Seo In Guk. It was an all star cast, and you were honoured to be apart of this drama. You were honoured to be apart of any drama that you got casted in. 

 You looked over at your manager and smiled at him. “So when do I get to meet them?” You asked him excitedly. 

 He chuckled softly. “Well, tomorrow I’m pretty sure. You’ll have to look over the script tonight, and you’ll have a script reading with all the cast members tomorrow morning.” He told you as he looked down to check the time on his phone. 

 You squealed excitedly. “Really? I get to meet him tomorrow?” Your manager gave you a knowing look as you blushed. “I-I mean I get to meet everyone tomorrow?” You asked softly. 

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curious

you looked at him through your long lashes, eyes peering over the pages of the book you were pretending to read. he was popular; star of the football team, tons of friends, all the girls wanted him and all of the guys wanted to be him. he sat diagonal a few seats in front of you, and as hard as you tried, your eyes couldn’t focus on the words in front of you, but instead they kept drifting in his direction, staring at him as he copied notes into his notebook. you couldn’t help but notice every small thing about him, like from how effortlessly his brown hair was styled to the way his eyes darted over the page he was writing on. you were completely and utterly in a daze as you stared at him in awe, which is why when he glanced in your direction, you were frozen in your place. coming to your senses you gasped quietly and hid behind your book in hopes of hiding the deep blush on your cheeks and the fact that you were so blantantly staring at him. distracted by your own embarrassment you didn’t notice the smile on his face, because as curious as you were about him, he was just as curious about you, too.

(wooooo a small blurb because I’m way too tired to write a full imagine :( but I wrote this supa fast without proofreading, just a lil something I thought up a few minutes ago. it’s cute but cliche but who cares not me!!!! maybe I’ll write a full imagine on this idk, is anyone even reading this still idk, but gn ♡)

Does anyojne else have that magical kind of fridge where you open the door to look for something, can’t see it, wonder “hmm, where’s the butter?”, close then open the door again and suddenly the butter is right in front of you?

anonymous asked:

Ok, to go off the "skeles learn about childbirth" ask, what would the skeletons do if their s/o wanted to have a baby? Would their responses be different now that they know what happens? ~ Fiction

UT!Sans

  • Uhm, you sure babe?
  • He’s super flustered about it but like….a kid?
  • He loves kids. They’re gross and do the weirdest stuff. And he’d especially love to have a kid with you.
  • But are you sure?????
  • He doesn’t freak out about it in front of you though. He never really freaks out about anything in front you cause him stressing out about it is enough for the both of you.
  • (He’ll find the cravings you get during pregnancy hilarious)

UT!Papyrus

  • Oh gosh he’s excited.
  • But also kind of terrified???
  • He did a lot of reading about it and sometimes people can die in childbirth?????
  • But he’ll be super supportive about it nonetheless, still treating you even more gently than he did before
  • (He’s the guy buying all kinds of supplements and vitamins during your pregnancy. He wants to make sure the baby has strong bones just like their dad!)
  • ALSO HE’S A MESS WHEN YOU GO INTO LABOR HE CAN’T STAND YOU BEING IN PAIN.

US!Sans

  • Surprisingly immediately on board.
  • He is infatuated with the idea of a family with you. And he loves doting on you so this would be no problem for him at all.
  • Even if you ended up adopting a child. He’s on board for whatever you want and will love them unconditionally.
  • Best dad ever. There will be lots of little adventures shared.

US!Papyrus

  • He’s a little worried, why wouldn’t he be?
  • And this is like, a huge step.
  • When you brought it up to him he sort of blanked.
  • What?? You want to have a what?? 
  • Ok, he’s totally on board but he needs a minute to get himself together and–oh my GOD stop crying????

UF!Sans

  • Ok wait no let’s just take a minute to think about this.
  • He’s definitely hesitant.
  • Ok like really back-pedaling here.
  • He would not be a good parent?? At all?? What made you think this was a good idea??
  • (Trust me once their born though he’d be a mess. Like crying and holding them and crying some more.…)

UF!Papyrus

  • WHAT
  • WHAT
  • He’s not so sure at first. It will take some major convincing but…he does love you, he just couldn’t believe you really wanted to have a child with him.
  • He is super protective oh my god.
  • He’s not really sure what to do?? So there could be some awkward (yet hilarious) misunderstandings when he tries to take things into his own hands.