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Sister’s Secrets

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Little sister! Reader; Ron Weasley x Reader 

Requested: Yes! I hope you like it. 

Anonymous Requested: Hello, i was wondering if you could write something envolving Draco having a little sister ? :)


The two of you were known as the Prince and Princess of Slytherin because you were Malfoy’s. Even though you and Draco varied vastly in your personalities, you were quite close. You told him everything, well, almost everything. He didn’t know that you were dating Ron Weasley. You didn’t have any intentions of telling him either. Knowing Draco, he’d be a total drama queen and tell your father, who in turn would disown you. No, you’d rather just keep your relationship a secret until you got married or broke up. 

You loved Ron. You loved him with all your heart, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell your brother even though you really wanted him to know. You felt dirty keeping secrets from him. As you and Ron sat in the Room of Requirement one night, he noticed that you’d gone completely quiet. 

“What’s with you, (Y/N)?” He asked, turning to look at you. 

“I don’t like keeping things from Draco. He’s my big brother and I usually tell him everything, ya know. I just feel weird not telling him about us,” You admitted, threading your fingers through Ron’s. He gave you a sympathetic look.  

“What did you tell your brothers when you started dating me? I mean, I can’t imagine that they were too keen on you dating a Malfoy,” You said, fully turning to face him. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. 

“I told them that you weren’t like the rest of your family,” He said. 

“Well, I don’t think that will work with my brother,” You said, leaning towards him. He ran his fingers through your hair in a comforting manner. 

“No, I don’t reckon it would.” You snuggled into him again, still trying to think of ways to tell your brother and not get thrown out of the family. 

The months went on and you still managed to keep from telling Draco. You could tell that he knew you were hiding something, especially when you entered the common room way after curfew. Tonight was like all the rest, you were coming into the common room well after midnight after spending hours with Ron. You came to a halt when you were met with your brother sitting in an arm chair, watching the door. 

“And just where have you been, (Y/N) Malfoy?” He asked, sounding a lot like your father. You swallowed thickly; your mind rushed to come up with a lie. 

“Oh, ya know, out?” You said. It came out as more of a question than an answer. He raised an eyebrow. You’d seen that look on your father more than once and it never ended well for you. 

“Oh? Who were you with, may I ask?” He asked, crossing his arms. 

“You may not.” With that, you made a run for the girls dorm. Draco caught your arm easily and swung you into the chair he’d been sitting in. You glared at him, trying to get up. He wouldn’t let you. Every time you stood up, he pushed you back into the chair. 

“Who were you with,” He demanded. You looked down and played with your fingers. 

“None of your business,” You said, quietly. 

“I’m your older brother. It’s very much my business when my baby sister comes into the common room at one thirty in the morning every night for months,” He said in a stern voice. You ran your fingers through your hair. You really didn’t want to lie to him any more, but you were still scared that you’d get disowned and lose him. You bit your lip and said nothing. 

“I’ll ask you one more time, who were you with, (Y/N)?” He asked. 

“I can’t tell you.” He blinked at you. This was his first time ever hearing you say something like that to him. 

“What’d you mean you can’t tell me?” He snapped, indignantly. 

“I just can’t,” You murmured, starting to tear up. Panic spread over your brother’s pale face as you began to cry. It wasn’t often that you cried so, when you did, he knew that it was a big deal. 

“Is someone forcing you to keep quiet? If they are I’ll curse them into oblivion,” He growled, gripping your shoulders tightly. You shook your head, letting out a soft sob. His face softened and he began to look more like Mother, who you always liked more than your father. He began to pet your hair soothingly as he hugged you to him. 

“Y-You’d hate m-me-e-e,” You hiccupped. 

“You’re my little sister. Nothing will ever make me hate you,” He said, gently. You sobbed loudly. 

“Y-You will! T-Then you’ll tell F-F-Father and h-he’ll dis-o-own me-e!” You wailed. Draco held your close to him, making you more upset for the time being. 

“What the hell are you talking about? Why would Father disown you?” He asked, holding you at arms length. You wiped the tears from your red cheeks and took a deep breath. 

“I’ve been dating Ron Weasley,” You sniffled. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. 

“You’re dating a Weasley?” He asked. You couldn’t tell exactly how he felt about it. All the emotion had been taken from his voice and it worried you. You nodded, slowly. 

“Before you get mad, I just want you to know that Ron makes me really happy. I love him so much, but I don’t want to give up my family,” You said, voice raw from crying. Draco scanned your face for a moment then sighed. 

“You’re happy?” He asked. You nodded frantically. 

“Happier than I’ve ever been,” You confirmed. 

“He treats you well?” He asked. Again you nodded. Sighing, his gray eyes locked with yours and he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“What?” You asked, nervousness creeping into your voice. Sure you felt a little better now that you weren’t lying to him, but you were still scared that he’d tell Father and you’d be history. 

“I don’t like it,” He said, finally. You watched him and hoped that there was more to that sentence. “But, I suppose if Weasel-B makes you happy, I’ll just have to deal with it.” 

“So, you’re not going to tell Father?” You asked. He shook his head. 

“No, I’m not going to tell Father,” He sighed. Grinning, you threw yourself at him, hugging him hard. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Oh, Draco, thank you so much!” You squealed. He shushed you, seeing as it was nearly two thirty now. He smiled at you in his usual brotherly manner and ruffled your hair. 

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t go around telling people that I’m nice, got it,” He said, jokingly. You giggled, making an ‘x’ over your heart. 

“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He chuckled, patting you on the head one last time. 

“Good. Now go to bed, we have classes tomorrow,” He said, giving you a little push towards the girls dorms. You smiled again. 

“Night, Dray,” You called. 

“Goodnight, (Y/N),” He said, trailing up his own set of stairs. 

Later the next day, Draco caught Ron on his way to dinner and pulled him to the side. Ron glared at him, ready for a fight. The blond rolled his eyes then looked around to make sure that no one was listening to them. 

“Alright, Weasley, if my sister sheds even a single tear over you, I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” He threatened. Ron blinked at him, confused. 

“She told you?” He asked, stupidly. 

“No, you git, I asked the bloody portrait. What do you think?” He growled. Ron glared at him. 

“Shut up, Malfoy.” The two stared each other down for a few seconds before backing off. 

“As I said, make her cry and I will end you,” He said, formally. Ron nodded once. 

“Fair enough.”  

anonymous asked:

What would Mcree, Hanzo,and Junkrat do if they found out Thier teenage daughter was going on Thier first date ( some one help these poor daddy's Thier not ready to let Thier baby's go😭

Author’s Note: I’m assuming the reader is the daughter in this situation? Hope this is what you wanted! ^^


  • This man loves you with all his heart, you knew when he found out he’d be extremely skeptical.
  • Though, he respects your decisions, he know’s how dating can go. Having been a Casanova before having met your mother/father.
  • When he meets your date, suddenly, he is all buddy-buddy with them. You find them laughing and making small talk while they wait for you.
  • McCree watches you take off with your date. A small wave a relief passing him when he notices your date seems nervous and clumsy. Assuming it was his first date as well as yours.
  • He doesn’t leave the door till your out of his sight and on your way for an evening of fun. 
  • A pang of sadness hitting his chest as the thought of you growing up.


  • He is silent. Keen eyes watching your date shuffle awkwardly as they wait for you. 
  • He doesn’t need to say anything to seem intimidating. A trait that makes his significant other laugh quite often.
  • You know he means no harm by it. Most likely sizing up your date, checking off the qualities that deems them acceptable.
  • He wishes you and your date a good evening, placing a kiss on your cheek and a well times stare at your date.
  • He loiters around the door quite often. Even when his significant other assures them everything is fine. 
  • “They're old enough to know better.” They assure, placing a kiss on his head. “Stop being so doting.”
  • He can’t help it. You’re his only child, his daughter, and he recalls the way his own brother used to be with girls such as you in their younger years. 
  • A chill runs through his body at the thought.
  • He continues to fret your return more anxious than before. 


  • Somehow he’s managed to get Roadhog roped into this much to your and his significant other’s annoyance.
  • He is extremely over protective of you, no shame and no boundaries. 
  • You hope your mother/father has it under control when they speak to him that “No, they don’t need a body guard. Yes, Jamison I’m sure. They’re a teenager let them live!”
  • He does, however, decide to have a talk with your date.
  • Jamison stands to his full height, towering over the poor sap. “You so far as hurt one hair on my Darl’s head and you’lls get whats comin’ to yah, mate.”
  • He tries his hardest to stay up and wait for you to get back but fall asleep before then.
  • You find him sprawled out on the couch with his frag launcher at the ready. 
  • Shaking your head at his antics, you place a kiss on his forehead while tucking him in. “Gnight, dad.” He mumbles something about you in his sleep and you hide your laughter leaving him to rest. 
  • You know he means well. The stories about his upbringing leaving him so protective of what he has but his methods can be a bit brash.
NCT Kun, Doyoung, Ten, Jaehyun & WinWin's ideal type (appearance)


Ideal type (appearance)

Ideal type (personality)

Please remember that these are all just assumptions. Tell me if you want the next 5 members (Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan & Jaemin)

Also thank you to @hobi-is-hoping for helping me come up with these! She has some really good ideas and I couldn’t have done it with her :-) x


Originally posted by pourup

Kun would love tiny, smol and tiny girls. The typical innocent and feminine girl, with small curves and long, silky hair. Although I think his preferences would be typically Korean/Chinese, he’d be open to dating a foreigner or someone who didn’t exactly fit those preferences as long as they could communicate and they weren’t overly loud. Plump lips would be something he finds really attractive - why, I don’t know to be honest. Big eyes and soft features would also be something he liked; it’d make a girl look very innocent and naîve which he’d just love. In terms of clothing, he’d like girls with very girly styles; skirts and dresses in different shades of pastel pinks and purples, flowery designs and gold necklaces.


Originally posted by doyoukki

Doyoung is actually quite tall, and I see him liking girls of short height; he’s the type to care for people and would want to protect his girlfriend, the short height making him to feel more masculine. He’d like light hair but not brightly dyed; shades light brown and blonde would look very pretty and exotic to him. I see him marrying a Korean but he would try dating a foreigner if given the opportunity. This would only be if they could communicate and she respected his culture and was willing to adopt some customs. He’s not the conservative type so wouldn’t blow off the idea. Likewise tone doesn’t matter; it wouldn’t be a deciding factor or preference. Like Kun, he’d like someone with soft and subtle features; not someone overly “pretty” by society’s standards. He’d like his girlfriend to be the stylish and daring type; the type who’d wear different clothes and styles in comparison with other people but nothing overly flamboyant.


Originally posted by nakamotens

I see him dating someone around his own height, maybe someone slightly shorter or taller. He’s a very accepting kind of guy so I don’t think he’d mind if you were slightly taller than him; unlike the other members, he wouldn’t feel emasculated but rather find it kind of sexy. Very open to dating a foreigner - in fact, he’d find dark skin very attractive and would find himself naturally attracted to people with dark skin. Someone with a full figure and/or a lot of curves. He’d by the type to really worship his S/O’s body no matter what, but still - he’d like big thighs and butts and shit. Someone who has a “sexier” vibe over a cute one but doesn’t dress too provocatively. Saying this, someone who knows how to dress to accentuate their curves and figures but doesn’t show a lot of skin (because that’s saved for him ok) Someone who smirks a lot instead of grins and will sometimes wink at him to get a reaction.


Originally posted by suhyoungho

I’ve mentioned this before but I see Jaehyun with a model, or someone with model traits. Someone fairly tall, maybe even taller than him, and a small frame. He’d like it if they worked out and had toned body; he’d be impressed by the amount of dedication and time they had put into their body. A girl with striking facial features or at least one thing about her which really stands out and makes people just stare in awe. Definitely open to dating a foreigner; in fact, I think he’d rather date a foreigner than a Korean purely because he’s intrigued and would find them exotic. But he’d of course still date a Korean. Someone with a sophisticated yet unique sense of style. Wearing clothes that most people wouldn’t be able to pull off but somehow they can - and they do it very well. Doesn’t mean it was to be a girly kind of style, he’d be easily as impressed if they could just wear a plain shirt and jeans and still look good.


Originally posted by y-ta

WinWin would suit well with a simple style and look. It doesn’t necessarily mean they’re “basic” or “average”, but he’d like someone he could effortlessly good in the simplest of things. He’d be one of the members who isn’t that keen on dating foreigners. Sticking just to Chinese girls but perhaps dating a Korean or another Asian girl. He’s quite awkward and shy and wouldn’t really know how to talk or act around foreigners even if there wasn’t a communication barrier. Someone with a cute vibe but not a heavy one. Probably pale skin and rosy cheeks, with straight, black hair. Basically someone who looks quite similar to him in a sense. I think he’d look so cute with a small and slightly chubby girl, although he’d also date a tall and/or thinner girl if he liked them. Likes pastel colours and jeans on his S/O. Nothing too flamboyant or daring, but with many accessories like hats, scarves, brackets, rings and necklaces.

Drunk Crush Ramblings

In which Grantaire and Eponine whine about their crushes and Montparnasse keeps his silent

featuring: Jehanparnasse, Enjolras, & Eposette. Innuendoes, Sass & Pining

“So, that’s how threesomes happen, right? A no strings attached kind of thing? Though I could do with some ropes.”

Montparnasse snorted, pressing the neck of his beer bottle against his mouth. It wasn’t even the nice kind of beer; it was the first price piss Eponine kept in her fridge in case she had guests to entertain. Montparnasse was a classier guest than most, but the bottle of vodka they had nursed between the three of them―Grantaire, Eponine, and himself―lay empty on the coffee table, so the bottled urine would have to do.

“Oh Honey,” Montparnasse smirked, his head lolling dramatically towards Grantaire, “you couldn’t handle me in bed if you tried.”

“I have very large hands,” Grantaire retorted, wiggling his eyebrows.

Sprawled on the couch, his leg stadling the arm rest, Grantaire looked even more like a mess than he usually did. But he was a tolerable mess, and an entertaining one at that, so Montparnasse just played along and nudged his thigh from his end of the couch. Across from them, slumped on a moth-eaten armchair, Eponine was giggling at them.

“Didn’t think you’d be so eager to fuck Enjolras out of your head, R,” she said, whistling slightly in her beer bottle.

Montparnasse quirked an eyebrow in her direction. The name was familiar, but he had never been bothered to learn the names of all of Grantaire’s friends. The man was an IKEA kit who came which too many spare parts.

“Blondie,” Eponine explained.

Oh. A sly smile grew on Montparnasse’s lips, and he reached for the cigarettes he kept in his jacket.

“Blondie, eh?” he quipped, a cigarette locked at the corner of his lips. “Typical. I’m even slightly disappointed.”

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Preference: Their First Date with You.


Darry kept it simple for the first date. He just made you dinner at his place. It wasn’t much but it was perfect for you.

You had been talking to Darry for a couple of months before he finally asked you out. You both had liked each other since you first met but he always claimed he was to busy to date and that disappointed you but you stayed his friend. You weren’t sure what had changed but one day Darry finally asked you out on a real date and invited you over for dinner just the two of you.

When you got to the Curtis house you noted that it was oddly neat and quiet there. Darry had let you in and he took you to the kitchen. He was dressed nice and you smiled when you saw that the table was set and there was a bottle of wine on the table.

“This looks nice..” You smiled shyly.

“Oh you know.. It’s not much but..” Darry was smiling and looking a bit nervous.
“No. It’s perfect.” You replied and took his hand gently in yours.

He pulled out your chair for you and put the food he had cooked on your plate. Dinner was really nice between the two of you and you sat talking for a really long time. Eventually his brothers came home and you went to say goodbye to Darry but Ponyboy begged you to stay and play cards with them so you did. You all sat around the living room table on the floor and played a couple of rounds of poker. Eventually Ponyboy fell asleep leaning against the couch and Darry stood to carry him to bed promising to drive you home after.

Once you pulled up to your house Darry opened the car door for you and just sort of stood there. You waited a bit expectantly but after an awkward pause you just waved a bit.

“Bye..” you murmured and turned to go but quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back for a gentle kiss. After you pulled away you could feel that your cheeks had gone a it read and even Darry looked a bit flustered but both of you were grinning.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N.” He smiled and kissed your cheek before going off.

Sodapop took you dancing for your first date. You were a bit shy at first but once you saw how much fun he was having you started having a blast too and you danced all night.

You were intimidated by Sodapop Curtis. Every girl in town would die for a chance to go on a date with him but some how he asked you out and the next thing you knew the first date was approaching. You were newer to town and didn’t know much about him. You thought he was just another pretty face and you weren’t really keen on dating someone who dropped out of school to work at a gas station but then your friend told you he did to help take care of his brothers after his parents died. After that you had a new appreciation for him and when he asked you out you were a bit shocked but you agreed.

He picked you up from your house and rove you to a bar where the music could be heard from the outside. You immediately were even more nervous than before due to the fact that you didn’t know how to dance. Once you were inside you were surprised to see Sodapop ignore the bar as most guys your age drank. Instead he immediately pulled you out on the dance floor. You stood pretty still while he seemed to get into it right away. That song ended and he took your hands.

“Are you alright?” he asked nervously “Was this a bad idea?”

“No I just.. I don’t really know how to dance..” you admitted shyly.

Sodapop grinned immediately. His smile made your heart beat a little faster. “I’ll show you.” he promised.

And he did show you. You two danced for hours and when it was finally time to go home you both wanted to stand outside for a bit to let the night air cool you off. You two took the time cooling down and then driving home to talk. You learned more about his brothers and friends and you admired the way he spoke so highly of them. You were a bit hesitant on opening up about your life but Sodapop had a great way of listening and making you feel comfortable. His hand never left yours the whole way there and he gave you a quick kiss when you finally were home.

Ponyboy took you on a picnic for your first date. Nothing to elaborate but it was nice to sit outside on such a nice day and be able to talk to him.

Ponyboy had put together a simple lunch of peanut butter sandwiches, chips, and strawberries. He was so eager when you found him at the park he asked you to meet him at. He had the food all laid out on the blanket he brought and he was in a spot perfect for the sun to warm you up. You had a good view of all the people too.

He stood up to hug you when you got there and then you sat down to eat pretty silently. After a while Ponyboy started talking about the people in the park. You liked to listen to him because you found the way he described people and talked about the things he observed to be intriguing. He had a way of wording things that was really intriguing to you. He talked for a while then stopped mid sentence getting flustered.

“I’m talking to much aren’t I?” He asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m sorry. My brother always says I say to much.”

“He’s wrong.” You tell him. “I like listening to you talk.”

“You sure?” he asked and you nodded. It turned more into a conversation after that. Asking each other  questions back and forth and you had a really nice time learning more about Ponyboy. The sun started to set and you both watched it silently. You watched him out of the corner of your eye enjoying the thoughtful look on Ponyboy’s face. After that he walked you home and hugged you gently once you were at your front door. You watched him walk away wishing Monday would come faster so you could see him again at school.

Two-Bit would simply take you to the drive in theater. He would put a blanket in the back of his truck for you guys to stay warm while watching the movie and he would definitely buy one of every snack for you two to share. After the movie would end you two wouldn’t want to say goodbye quite yet so he’d drive to some parking lot so you two could sit in the back of the truck again and talk. You wouldn’t realize you had been talking all night until the sun came up.

“That did not actually happen.” You said laughing at a story that Two-Bit had just told you. You two had been sharing stories with each other all night. He had picked you up from your house for a movie but once it ended you both weren’t ready to say goodnight. Instead of bringing you home he had drove over to the high school and simply parked in the parking lot. The two of you moved to the bed of the truck and sat next to each other with the blanket wrapped around you just like at the movies. You had got to talking and didn’t even realize how much time had been passing. Hours felt like minutes with the two of you.

You then noticed the sun started to rise over the trees in the distance and your eyes widened a bit. “We stayed out all night.” you stated and Two-Bit turned to look.

“Well shoot..” He laughed then turned back to you. “I guess I outta bring you home then.. I wouldn’t want your parents to worry.”

You just smiled a bit at him. “They won’t miss me.”

Two-Bit smiled back at you and then took you out to breakfast. He only brought you home that afternoon because you both couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Before you walk into your house you kissed his cheek gently.

Dally would take you out for milkshakes on your first date. You’d probably both have a couple of them and share a plate of french fries. After that he’d probably take you to meet the guys or to Buck’s for a drink if you wanted one.

You had been having a nice evening so far with Dally. You were nervous at first having heard all about his reputation and you knew what most people around thought of him but there was something about the sheepish look in his eyes that made you say yes when he asked you out. You were surprised when he took you to the local ice cream shop for milkshakes. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t this. You both shared a couple of milkshakes with each other and a plate of fries. You found it funny that the first thing you both did was dip a french fry in the milkshake.

The date was going well so far. You were doing most of the talking which worried you at first but Dally surprised you again when he seemed to be listening to everything you were saying, and even asked you questions. Things were going great until some guys came over to you while you went outside to wait for Dally who was inside at the counter paying. You weren’t really listening to what they were saying but you figured it wasn’t any good. One of them put their hand on your shoulder and the next thing you knew Dally had knocked that guy to the ground. The shop owner was outside immediately threatening to call the cops and all of those guys scattered and Dally took your hand to lead you away. He held your hand but you didn’t hold his back. You were a bit shocked at what you had just saw. Dally seemed to notice that you were holding back because he stopped walking.

“Look.. I’m sorry, doll. I just don’t like the way they were looking at you alright. And you looked scared.”

“I’m more scared now.” you said to him and he looked down. He was silent for a moment before he looked back up at you.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. The last thing I want is to scare you off y’know? Let me make it up to you. My friends are having a fire tonight you could come with me. All their girls will be there too, okay? So no fighting.”

You didn’t want to. You really hated fighting and you didn’t particularly like that this boys first instinct was to hit someone like that without even asking what was going on but when you looked at him you saw that look in his eyes again. It melted something inside of you so you reached out to hold his hand lightly and he was silent while you two walked over to the lot. All his friends were sitting around a big fire there and he was right, most of them had their girlfriends with them. Seeing those other girls helped you calm down a bit and after a quick round of introductions you and Dally sat down. They all seemed preoccupied in their own conversations so you turned to look at Dally. You asked him questions about his own life and he would only answer a few but the answers he gave were enough to draw you in even more.

He walked you home that night. You had his jacket on and you were holding hands lightly again. Once you got to your house Dally seemed unsure of what to say. He didn’t want the evening to have been ruined just because he lost his temper a bit at some creep and he really wanted to see you again. You broke the silence and answered his unspoken question.

“I think I’m gonna hold on to this,” You said running your hands down the front of the jacket. “I gotta have something to show people I’m your girl right?”

Dally immediately smiled at that and leaned forward to kiss you deeply.

Steve always wanted to make a really good first impression on a first date so he usually saved up for a while so he could go all out with flowers and a nice dinner.

You sat in Steve’s car with him while it was parked outside your house. Your hands were holding each other tightly and were resting on the seat between you two. You’re free hand kept running up and down the stem of the rose he had given you at the start of the night and your mind kept running over what an absolute gentleman he had been. You heard bad things about boys like him and thinking about it now made you angry. People always say that greaser boys were no good but Steve had been nothing but an absolute gentleman to you that night. Your first date had been to one of the nicer restaurants in town and you know that that couldn’t have been cheap.

You glance over to him and see that he was smiling. “You didn’t have to do all that you know?” you say “I really like you.”

“Yea and I really like you,” He said “And I think you deserved the best.”

“Well thank you..” you smiled back at him. “I should probably head inside..” you said though you made no move to leave.

“Y/N?” Steve murmured as his thumb ran gently up and down the side of your hand. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded a bit at him and he leaned forward to give you a gentle kiss. It was quick but you swore you never had anything like that before in your life. You were miserable that you had to leave him but you promised you’d see each other the next day. The second you were inside you put the rose in water and put it next to your bed so that you could look at it and replay the night in your head before going to bed.

Johnny would take you to see some band that was in town. They weren’t anyone famous, probably just some high school band from a few towns over, but the music wasn’t bad and you’d get in for cheap. He would meet you at your house and you’d take your time walking there so you could talk. He would hold your hand the whole night.

“I’m sorry it ain’t really anything fancy, Y/N.” Johnny apologized as he and you walked to the place that the band was performing. He had just told you what he had planned for the night and you were excited.

“What are you talking about, Johnny?” you ask.

“I just mean I’m sorry I can’t take you to a nice restaurant or something more romantic.” He said.

You just shook your head and squeezed his hand gently. You leaned over to kiss his cheek before replying. “You’re here. That’s all I need.” you say.

Johnny had nothing to worry about and you knew it. On the walk there you two were able to really get to know each other and on the walk home you talked about the music you had just listened to.

“Did you have fun?” Johnny asked once you were back at your house.

“It was the most fun I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” Johnny smiled.

“Yes. Now shush and kiss me okay?” You laughed and so he did.

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Fandom - The Mortal Instruments

Characters - Magnus, Alec

Summary - Alec is in a major lee mood, and he’s not acting like himself. Magnus, of course, notices, and we all know Magnus isn’t just going to let Alec be mopey now, is he?

(A/N) I kinda have Alec hinting at wanting to be tickled, rather than outright saying it, because Alec isn’t one to just SAY his secret. I mean, he kept that he was gay for like 6.4 million years (not that he was very good at it. I mean, Izzy, Magnus, Jace, Clary and pretty much everyone else noticed in about 3 seconds flat.)


Words - 949

Alec was acting different. Magnus noticed, of course he noticed, he notices everything about Alexander, from how he’s feeling to when his hair is slightly messier after a battle…


Alec glanced up from his book, his eyes sad and tired.


“What’s the matter?”

“What? Nothing.”

“Alec.” Magnus gave his boyfriend a look, a look Alec knew all too well. It was Magnus’s classic ‘Do-you-take-me-for-an-idiot-I-know-there’s-something-wrong-so-just-tell-me’ look.

“I’m just stressed.”

“About what?”

“The list of what I’m NOT stressed about is shorter.”


“Just… Clary, Jace, Izzy, my mother.”

“Your mother?”

“Yes. She’s still not keen on me dating you, you know.”

“I can tell,” Magnus said dryly. “She’s only given me 18 dirty looks in the past what? 2 days?”

“Only 18?”

“She’s wearing down.”

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Hit Me Up|| Derek Luh Imagine


when I was younger I was put into modeling. my parents saw something in me and thought it would set me up for having a good life. well by the time I was 16 my parents decided we would move out to LA. probably the best thing that had happened to me. I worked with so many known names. sometimes I was an extra in music videos and did quite a few commercials. 


I stood in front of the mirror and took a photo. my hair was all wavy from being in the water at the beach. my bikini showed the few curves that defined the swim suit style, my knitted swim suit cover hung off one shoulder and gathered at the bottom of my left wrist. I posted the photo and within minutes I had responses from many. likes were all that filled my notifications on my phone. I scrolled through the comments. most of them were the same saying how they wish they had what I had, but everyone is different and beautiful in their own way they should be happy with who they are. but one comment caught my attention. 

‘@derek_luh: one as gorgeous as you shouldn’t being standing alone in a mirror selfie <3‘ 

I clicked on his profile and looked at his photos. goddamn. how could one be so good looking. I bit my lip. I looked through his profile and found out he is a rapper. I decided to click on a link he gave out and one of his songs played. I was instantly hooked. his music was so different, but I liked different. I decided to take a video and post it to my Instagram story to me rocking out to one of songs. it didn’t take long for him to notice it. ‘bzzzz’ I looked and had a new notification on twitter.

‘@derekluh: @y/n who knew someone as gorgeous as you was a fan of my music?’

I decided to indirectly reply. my manager wasn’t to keen on me dating. I’m ahead in my life and she doesn’t want me to mess this up because of some boy or scandels with boys. 

‘@y/n: dancing in the mirror and singing you in the shower’ 

-@derekluh liked your tweet- 

part of me started sweating. he caught on quick. I decide to turn on his tweet notfications. 

bzzz new tweet from Derek Luh.

‘@derekluh: let me join’

well shit. I bit my lip and liked his tweet. 


about two days later I got invited to a party. my manager was good with letting me have a little fun as ling as it wasn’t all the time, and ive been working myself straight for the past month. my parents were cool with it too because they were proud, plus they were constantly traveling for their jobs so its not like it really mattered either way. I decided to wear a black mini dress. nothing to revealing but definitely let your mind wander.

I got to the party and hung out with some of my close friends. we all decided to go and dance on the dance floor. 

“Tonight we have a special guest” the Dj says. I turn to look and I see him.

“DEREK MOTHER FUCKING LUH” the Dj says loudly. there he was in person. he was so good looking in person.

“Some of yall look so goddamn elegant!” he says. then the beat starts. I knew the song immediately. it was his song Elegant. he went in hard. me and my friends were swaying our hips and moving to the music. I of course screamed the lyrics I remembered. I happened to look up for a second and his eyes caught mine. I bit my lip. he finished preforming and me and my friends went to go get some drinks. 

“hes so good” my friend Tara says.

“Ya and fucking good looking as hell” Elena says. I nod in agreence. 

“ive noticed that he likes your tweets and Instagram photos though” Tara says. I feel my cheeks turn a shade of crimson. 

“hello ladies” I heard a male voice say. I turn my head and there he stood. 

“hi” I shyly say. 

“were gonna leave you two alone” Elena says. I kinda didn’t want them to leave but at the same time I did. Derek points to the balcony.

“wanna get out of the loud?” he asks. I nod. he grabs my hand and pushes through the crowd with me right behind him holding his hand. we got outside and the sun was starting to set. 

“I cant help but notice how gorgeous you look” he says. I feel myself blush. 

“well you don’t look bad yourself” I say shyly.

“you don’t strike me as someone that could be shy, specially on your Instagram” he laughs. I smack is arm playfully knowing all to well he means my bikini photos. 

“well I am” I say. he sits down on one of the lounge chairs. he grabs my hand and pulls me down onto his lap. his hand was on my thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles. I moved my hair behind my ear shyly. his hand moves up to my face and pulls it down and his lips land on mine. I kiss him back of course. 

“go on a date with me” he says pulling our lips apart. I bite my lip.

“okay” I say. he smiles and brings me back in for another kiss. 


A few hours later Derek brought me back inside to the party and we danced and joked around. 


Hope you liked it. I looked at the request and it seemed like my life currently. how D always liking my shit. expect I’m older and not a model lol 

fake date

Originally posted by lalisani

summary: “i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger, but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along?? ok” lol i saw this on a tumblr while searching for prompts and come on i had to.

pairing: lisa / female reader

baby girl lisa’s the only one from blackpink that i haven’t written for yet so what better time than now? also featuring sweet cinnabun rosé. 1,171 words.

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stardust-dreamer13  asked:

Can I please get Ryuga Hyuga relationship headcannons? There's almost nothing anywhere about that guy.

You most certainly can!

“Dieu! I’m in love!”

  • Ryuya’s not exactly the kind who gets in and out of relationships so when he wants someone, he WILL go get them
  • He will only pursue them if he sees this relationship to be long lasting and fulfilling for both
  • He’s also quick to realize when he has a liking towards someone.
  • He then thinks over and if he knows its worth it in the long run, the chase to make you his lover (and perhaps more) begins.


  • He is Mr. Right. Warm, comforting, caring and at the same time, reeking of manliness. Sensei is THE guy you’d want as a lover if you’re one for serious relationships too
  • He’s not keen on outdoor dates due to paparazzi but if thats what his lover wants, he’ll indulge them
  • He lovesssss to spoil his lover. Little gifts, notes and trinkets are his way of showing his affection
  • A very devoted man. He also is on the possessive side so if he sees someone checking you out, he won’t react but he does burn of jealousy
  • Love is not a game for him. Nor is a relationship. Do NOT play with his feelings for his easygoing side can turn cold.


  • He is a rather clingy lover so his cuddles can range from lazy hugs to bone crushing embaces.
  • His lover being in his arms is what soothes Ryuya the most
  • He likes to pat his lover’s head affectionately when they’ve done something good or achieved something
  • He likes it when his lover slowly removes his glasses, eyes locked on his, when they pull him for a kiss


  • Sensei here likes to cup your cheeks as he tilts your face upwards, claiming you in a loving kiss
  • He is one for planting his lips gently on your forehead
  • He also likes to kiss his lover’s hair and fingers

Cherry on the top

  • His cooking reminds you of home. He would appreciate both of you making a meal together but sometimes he’d try to surprise you by making your favorite dishes!
  • Long strolls around a park while talking to you or cruising through empty roads on his motorcycle are his favorite kind of dates
  • He’s also one for just snuggling on the sofa after a long day at work
  • Although he loves you even when you wear a potato sack, you can try dressing up just to rile him up a bit ;)
  • You will have the family talk with him. He’d like to meet your family and likewise for you to meet his.
  • He would appreciate little gifts from you and probably keep them safe somewhere. He wants to make you feel like his world but when you reciprocate that, his heart would melt all over you
Deal Pt. 2 - Calum Hood

A/N:Happy Easter if you celebrate if not I hope you enjoy the half price chocolate in a few days time and the days off. Enjoy this terribly written and plot-less second installment xxx

Y/N POV Calum had called you not a week later than your date from hell telling you that he had found a guy who was super sweet and very keen for the date he had promised you. Calum had promised that he was actually a really fun guy and that you’d be bound to enjoy the date. He didn’t give you the guys name and in your nervous excitement you hadn’t even thought to ask. But he said the guy would meet you at one of the nicer and more secluded restaurants that you’d been raving about for some time now. Calum must have put him up to it and for that alone you were incredibly grateful for him. 

So here you were some two hours before the date nervously avoiding getting ready, not wanting to put too much into your outfit for the date to flop but also wanting to appear interested. Despite how much you wanted Calum to buy you a dog you did promise that you’d try and if you were being honest you were desperately hoping this date would genuinely renew the hope you’d lost of ever finding a partner. 

So with an hour and a half to spare you began preparing to get yourself ready. You showered and blow dried your hair before curling it gently with your iron. You began applying your makeup in a way that you hoped wasn’t too over the top but also showed you did care. You put perfume on and changed into the dress you’d picked out. It was casual enough you could wear it with your favourite jacket, at least until you were seated saving yourself from the temperatures that had been dropping gradually for the past three weeks; proving summer was well and truly on the way out. You slid you favourite pair of heels on, they gave you the height you desired and were easy enough to walk in that you knew you wouldn’t fall over in front of this guy within the first few minutes of meeting him. 

You’d finished early in your hurry to busy yourself and so you continued your conversation with Calum regarding you’re date. Letting him know your true worries, something you were comfortable doing only with him. With the easy confidence Calum always gave you, you double checked you had everything you needed took one last glance in the mirror and left your apartment heading to the restaurant you would be meeting your date at.


I was nervous as hell. I’d promised Y/N this perfect date with way more confidence than competence. I was hopeless at this type of thing and as I got ready for the date she didn’t know I’d be going on with her, my already nervous mind was going over all the things that could possibly go wrong.

I was sweating nervously when my phone vibrated with a text. I wasn’t wearing a shirt, too worried I would stain it or some other disaster would occur before I even got to the restaurant. The message was from Y/N. She had sent me a message letting me know how nervous she was. She said she wished she could be past this already with the guy if he was so great. She said she hated having to get to know someone, all the meaningless small talk, the uncertainty of not knowing someone before dating them. The stage where everything was up in the air. I blew out a breath not sure how to answer beyond a quick, ‘you’ll be amazing and I can always rescue you and we can just watch movies and eat ice-cream again.’ Knowing full well I couldn’t do this the same way ever again after tonight and there would be no way i could possibly rescue her from the date if it was with me. 

It was all getting too much in my head when her response came through. 'Kind of wish I was already sitting in your couch with the ice-cream but I can’t stand him up if he’s as good as you’ve promised, especially not if you’ve told him to take me to the very restaurant I’ve been dying to go to for weeks!’ And I was even more of a mess. What was I going to do? Call her and tell her? Just buy her a goddamned puppy and be done with it? Or actually stand up and be brave enough to try for what I’d been longing for for such a very long time? 


You were texting Calum trying to quench my crazy nerves. Your hair done and your makeup mostly finished you were getting your purse ready before heading out. The texting was so calming despite Calum’s somewhat strange replies. And so with one last check over yourself in the mirror you grabbed your keys and purse and drove to the restaurant. You stayed in the car silently calming your nerves with one last text to Calum, 'Wish me luck I’m so nervous xxx’ without waiting for a reply you slide out of the car, gathering yourself one last time at the glass doors of the entrance. You walk in the door and state your name to the waitress, the warmth of the restaurant seeping into you, the smells of what had been described by all your friends as amazing food wafting around you. She smiled at you picking up on your nervousness before ushering upstairs to a figure tucked in the far secluded corner. You thank her profusely with a somewhat panicked smile. Before you can chicken out you walk to the man in the corner taking a deep breath you shakily greet the guy who would make or break not only your hopes of a puppy but of not living alone forever. 'Good evening’ you say softly and somewhat tremulously. And Calum’s deep brown orbs look up at you startling you as he stands to greet properly.


I’ve seen like a lot of the same imagines for the Joker lately and I thought it would be nice if I gave some “prompts”, I guess? I think that’s what they’re called. Feel free to use, and you don’t have to worry about giving credit or whatever unless you want too. They’re just ideas. AND THIS GOES FOR ALL THE JOKERS I KNOW I SWITCHED BETWEEN NAMES BUT IF I SAY “MISTAH J” IT DOES NOT MEAN IM REFERRING TO ONLY JARED LETO’S JOKER

If the reader is more on the Innocent/Pure/Sweet side:

An Imagine where:

1) The Joker teaching the reader how to use guns and knives

2) The Joker getting the reader the best self defence classes

3) The reader absolutely hating blood and gore, so they freak out when Mistah J brings them along on his trip to deal with some “business” and he kills someone right in front of them.

4) Him telling them all of his most wild stories and them being so fascinated because you’ve never heard anything like them.

5) Actually, when they can’t sleep at night they make him tell them either one of them (probably their favourite) or all of them, until they fall asleep.

6) Being the complete opposite of him and nobody, including himself, understanding how you guys work so well. 

 7) The Joker coming home and into bed late at night and waking the reader up so he can rant to them about how annoying Batman is and how stupid he feels, while they run their fingers through his hair, calmly laying there and listening. 

8) The reader actually being really nice and kind to his men, and always having to apologize on his behalf to his men and the men end up falling in love with you (platonic) and caring for you just like how they do for Mistah J. 

9) The reader only letting the Joker spoil them so much, until they have to tell him that they can go places and buy stuff on their own, but they really appreciate it. 

10) The Joker hating his scars and, because he can’t control his emotions well, he always has very bad outbursts and they always result in the reader having to calm him down and tell him that they love him very much and no matter how scars he has that’s never going to change and how wonderful and beautiful he really is. 

11) The Joker not being to keen on dating the reader in the beginning because he’s nervous that one of his enemies will try and hurt her. But then he becomes obsessed with her and of course that all changes 

12) The Reader always staying home and never coming into Mistah J’s business meetings, because just because they’re dating a criminal doesn’t mean they want to be apart of all that stuff too. 

13) The Joker not understanding how someone can be so sweet and pure, and you not understanding why it’s so much fun to kill, but both of you are perfectly fine not understanding each other. (This one is shit, I’m so sorry) 

14) (This is kinda more a personal opinion, but I think it could still work.) The Joker sometimes getting really angry at you and at himself, just because he doesn’t understand why he cares so much about you and how you’re feeling and why he wants to talk to you so much. And he just freaks out, but then he sees the reader probably looking nervous or trying to ask him what’s wrong and he would just stop and hug them very tightly, and say nothing.  

15) This doesn’t really have to do with what the reader is, it’ll work for anything. I just thought this would be cute/funny, imagine the reader being like catholic/christian and they pray for the first time in front of him super casually bc they don’t think anything of it. It’s normal for them. And him being like: “What the fuck? Babe, what are you doing? Are you okay? Babe!” And them stopping and being “Babe, I’m praying!” and him being like “What? Pr- What?” and just ofbsjannavs that would be so cute!

If the reader is on the Independent/Bold/Mature side:

 An imagine where: 

1) The reader working a really good job and refusing to take a day off just to help the Joker rob a bank or blow something up. 

2) The reader being probably the only one able to tell the Joker what to do. 

3) The reader being not really into Mistah J’s type of “business”, but sometimes if they’ve had a very stressful week they’ll come along on a trip. The Joker lives for those days. 

4) The reader having no problem speaking their mind. This usually leads to very bad fights, because you won’t take shit from him even if you love him. (I think he would secretly adore this) 

5) The Joker being just a bit more “nice” to people whenever the reader is around, because he some small part of him wants to impress them. 

6) Both of you taking really nice bubble baths together after really stressful days. 

7) The Joker is able to bring out the readers needy and silly side. He loves this side of her. 

8) The reader actually gets scared really easily and when the Joker finds out, he teases her. 

9) The Joker not being that protective of the reader. Until they go out. Then it’s full PDA. 

10) The reader gets really needy when they’re tired and they’re always all over the Joker. He lives for those nights. 

So this is all I can think of right now, but I read it over and I realized it sounds more like a “Dating the Joker would include”, but it’s not. Um, these are to help anyone that write Joker imagines. They’re ideas for you to create an imagine about. So like, you’d read it and then based off of the idea, you’d create a full imagine about it. Or they can help you write something entirely different! It’s completely up to you, but I just noticed that a lot of Joker Imagines are the same idea/plotline and I was just trying to help expand that abit more. Over the next few days, I’ll be adding more, because a lot of this was complete shit and I know that nobody is gonna use those ones. I hope this helped someone.

Dating Barbara Kean Would Include...

anonymous requested: What would dating Barbra Keen be like headcanons please!~

  • Loving her despite her crazy side
  • Barbara always showing you off to Jim
  • Her having cute pet names for you
  • Lots of drunken make out session
  • Lots of sex
  • Her leaning on your shoulder and playing with your hair whenever she’s bored
  • You being the only person Barbara listens to
  • Barbara making a deal with Oswald to make sure you never get hurt
  • Lots of PDA
  • Trying on fancy dresses and doing each other’s makeup before going to the Sirens
  • Making weird drinks behind the bar and forcing each other to try it
  • Being completely honest with you
  • Barbara doing everything she can to make sure you don’t get involved with the crime in Gotham
  • But teaching you how to defend yourself just in case someone comes after you
  • Not being able to spend a night without each other
  • Lots of cuddling
  • Being the only person Barbara truly cares about
  • Whenever someone hit on you, she made sure that the world knew you were her’s

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