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NCT As Boyfriends

Anon requested:  Hi I hope this isn’t too much to ask for but can you guys do nct as your boyfriend? Thank you!

Genre: Fluff & SMut

Author: admin Karma

A/N: Hey, i’m sorry you had to wait so long
These are all members besided the minors and Lucas & Jungwoo since I don’t know much about them yet……… Also since it’s 10 members this is a long one….

Reminder! This is completely how I see them as boyfriends and it’s probably very inaccurate as I am not that good at reading people but i’ll do my best!! (this is for all genders) and since this is a smut acc, I will add some 16+ content to it ;)

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Experiences with each type.

ENTJ: 

  • Very low chance they’re wrong.  
  • Questions to show you your faults. 
  • Cares but definitely doesn’t always show. 
  • Stay off their bad side.
  • “Do it yourself, whether you know how or not." 

ENFJ:

  • Crazy but funny imagination.
  • Feels they need to tell the world. 
  • May use experience to outweigh yours.
  • Usually too much to handle.
  • Can be a little unreasonable.

ENFP: 

  • Cutest people you will ever meet. 
  • Good to talk about values with.
  • Or talk about anything in general. 
  • A lot of morals; offended when challenged. 
  • "WHY AM I SO PRONE TO PAIN." 

ENTP:

  • Really funny.
  • Also too much to handle.
  • Tries to prove you wrong. If not, they’ll pretend.
  • Please think about your actions, my gosh.
  • You know what respect is, right?

ESTP: 

  • "Ding dong, you’re wrong.”
  • How do they do the pressure thing.
  • And how can one be so messy?? 
  • Still pretty cool.
  • A little intimidating though. 

ESFP:

  • Not compatible with me.
  • Is kind of mean to others.
  • But admirable of their extrovert. 
  • u n r e a s o n a b l e ? 
  • Definitely a hugger.

ESFJ:

  • Really big goals. 
  • Always checking on you… depends though… 
  • Very open.
  • Not what you’d expect sometimes. 
  • Probably needs to chill. 

ESTJ:

  • “Are you challenging me?" 
  • Not very aware of a good time.
  • Like, the right time to talk.
  • And will keep going on, no matter what. 
  • But pretty good with life experience.

ISTJ:

  • Oh boy, the sarcasm.
  • Most intimidating, have to be cautious.
  • Good listeners though.
  • Really doesn’t like when people are late.
  • Can be pretty funny. They try. 

ISFJ:

  • Please don’t cross their morals.
  • It won’t turn out good for you. 
  • But still really funny. 
  • And also sarcastic.
  • Extremely reliable.

ISFP:

  • Really cares about you.
  • Even though they like to pretend they don’t.
  • Can be childish. It’s pretty funny.
  • Will seem quiet, but will roast you.
  • Either unsure or too sure.

ISTP:

  • God bless common interest.
  • Would love to talk to you about that. 
  • But can be pretty lazy.
  • Says something mean and may feel bad. 
  • But is very blunt either way. 

INTP:

  • Most sensitive.
  • But will literally do anything to hide it.
  • Distracted by things that peak their intellect.
  • Pretty hard to please though. 
  • "Here’s 1,000,000 reasons why you’re wrong." 

INTJ:

  • How can one be so smart??
  • It’s the coolest thing.
  • Don’t get them mad though.
  • Always right… when it comes to information.
  • Maybe not when it comes to trusting people. (Underlying optimists)

INFP:

  • Best at understanding.
  • Deserves so much than they get.
  • A little too quick on giving up?
  • Secretly has a very weird mind.
  • Needs to fend for themselves though. 

INFJ:

  • Talk to them about their passion.
  • They will talk non-stop on just that.
  • If they fix something, don’t touch. 
  • Perfectionists.
  • And a walking paradox.
Humans are weird

So you know how humans just have these weird ‘systems’ sometimes going on Int heir pretty heads? Yeah, so I thought it’d be funny to imagine an alien encountering one of them.

“Human Kate, you look awfully stiff. Are you feeling unwell? Please, do not hesitate to ask upon us if there is anything or anyone you need.

“N-no, just… it’s like 2 am right now and I like realllllyyy need to use the loo. Gonna piss my self at this rate. Say you mind I use urs instead?”

“What’s wrong, Human Kate? Is there anything wrong with our five human facilities? Are you uncomfortable? Is there something we might’ve done wrong. Our crew is new to your species so we’d like to rejuvenate any of our mistakes as soon as possible.”

“No no no. Chill man. It’s just tHE- CoCKRoaches WE HAVE AN AGREEMent BEYOND 1am AND THE TOILET IS THEIRS BUT I REALLY HAVE TO GO LIKE OH SHI-”

The alien looks confused as Kate flees for god knows where on their ship. Most probably to relieve herself. They search up ‘cockroach’ and have found that it is in fact an non-intelligent insect (in terms of communication within species outside their own) and wonder why and how did this ‘cockroach’ and their human Kate come into an 'agreement’ to the sharing of the toilet when agreements supposedly mean to have two or more parties come into harmony in accordance to opinion or feeling.

Because, the two can’t even communicate intelligently so how is it an agreement?? Besides, humans are much larger than cockroaches so why does Kate even look FEARFUL?

Weren’t they fearless?
Human Kate says: fear comes in different forms and if you take that god forsaken creature even within 64 steps of me I will end you. Rip your bloody antennas out as shove them down your throat!

Alien is scared and silently worships the creature cockroach who is able to provoke feelings of such fear into Human Kate.

The reverence only increases as Kate throws another threat about dragging their insect asses so deep into Australia where the sun don’t shine.
Gag Reel (Chris Pine x Reader)

Imagine: You are a famous actor and in a relationship with your co-star Chris.

Pairing: Chris Pine x Reader

Warnings: none, just fluffff (because Chris ia a adorable human beeing and i love him more than i love life itself)

A/N: I truly belive that there should be more imagines about this beautifull and amazing actor, with wicked blue eyes. But thats a problem i am going to solve, starting with this imagine.

Originally posted by pinerage


“So,Chris..”,James says, as soon as the screams of the audience disappeared,and the host of the Late Late Show gives him a welcoming smile:“Star Trek Beyond was released yesterday, and I have to say it’s a pretty awesome movie!”

Chris, who sat infront of him also smiles:“You’re right, I am very lucky to have the- the opportunity to work together with so many amazing actors and people on a movie like this.”

On the small screen infront of them appears a picture of Chris and you, his fiancée:“Your future wife is also in the movie, how is the “engagement life”? Because I can remember for me and my wife it was very stressful.“

The blue eyed man just laughs:"Oh man, it’s great . Sometimes stressful, of course. But at the end I am going to marry her, I mean that’s pretty awesome-”

The crowd “awws” and the face of Chris goes slightly red.

“So, you and Y/N met 2009, am I right?”,James asks, of course he knows that hes right but the story of how you two met is both beautiful and hilarious.

“That’s right!”,Chris answers and nods:“We were filming the first Star Trek movie, and she was sitting at the same table as Zachary and Karl, because she already met Zachary on the set of American Horror Story, and when we first made eye contact I was so confused about the whole situation that I tripped and fell onto her.”,the whole crowd and James are now laughing:“And instead of saying sorry, or something like that I just stood up and walked into my trailer.”

James smiles:“And then?”

“She knocked at the door of my trailer, and when I let her in she just smiled and introduced herself to me.”,Chris sigh’s:“She was so nice, even though I am the reason why her clothes were ruined.”

“I don’t think that she thought it was too bad!”,James says and looks directly into the camera:“Now here’s a small clip of Star Trek Beyond.”


“Where is Kay?”,James Kirk, who is looking at Scotty with a scared impression takes a step up to his friend:“Tell me she’s with you.”

“Jim!”,the voice of your Character,Kay, is loud but yet you can’t see her.
But as soon as Jim is turning around, you are jumping right into his arms:“Oh god, you’re alive.”

“Of course I am, Kay!”,Kirk says and smirks, before he gives you a deep kiss:“ I am not planning on leaving you.”

“I hope so..”



“Romantic!”,James says, and Chris smiles:“Is this star trek or a new version of Titanic?”

“No no -”,Chris laughs:“ Not the whole movie is like this, there is a lot of action, and also drama -”


“So I met Y/N a couple of weeks ago, when she was on my show let’s see what she has to say-”,James says and points to the screen.



“My favorite Bloopers with Chris?”,you giggle and raise your eyebrows:“There are a few, because you know, everyone on set is often playing with lines and that leads to the outtakes. I truly enjoy seeing how the fans react to all these clips-”

“Oh your fans love them!”,James says and the audience starts to scream a little bit.

“Yeah, yeah.”,you say and your Y/H/C falls into your face, before you run a hand through your hair:“And you know, Chris is always so clever with it, sometime he’s so sneaky that you won’t realize that the line changed, till he starts laughing! So one day, we were all filming and after I said something like "you know we have to make this quick!” he says out of nowhere “This is something you’re not saying in a few hours!”-“

The whole audience starts to laugh and a few woman start to scream hysterical, James on the other hand is just laughing:"Oh my god that’s amazing!”

“I just realized what he said after one minute..the rest of the cast didn’t realized as well, and when I looked into Karls eyes I immediately understood that that’s not his normal line-”

“You really thought that this was his normal line-?”,James asks and laughs again, now tears are forming in his eyes and he wipes a few away, still laughing.

“He just said it with such a professionalism- that I didn’t really paid attention to the actual line..just to my own one and my own expression!”,you answer and the crowd starts laughing.



“So when you two get married!”,James says as soon as the videoclip ends:“Youre only saying stuff like that?”

“You bet!”

#7 - “Watch me”

Sum: Shawn and Y/N are fighting and Y/N decides that enough is enough.

Words: 747


Originally posted by bottomoftheoceanworld

“No! Don’t you dare blame this on me, Shawn!”

 "Well, what do you expect me to do?“

 "I don’t know, trust me maybe?!" 

"How am I suppose to? Tell me, Y/N, because I am DYING to know!”

This argument had been going for at least 30 minutes now. The day had started out perfectly. Your best friend, Ashton, had just come home from living across the world and you hadn’t seen each other in years. Ash asked you to grab a coffee which you gladly accepted.

The thing was that fans had spotted you hugging and kissing cheeks and the tweets spread rumors faster than a lightning. Of course Shawn had seen the pictures and was by now furious.

“Because he is my best friend and I would never do anything to hurt you.” You responded with a loud voice. Shawn snorted and folded his arms over his chest. 

“Shawn, you meet hundreds of girls each day and you never hear me complaining when you kiss their cheeks.”

“That’s a whole different thing, Y/N.”

“But it isn’t!” You argued and crossed your arms over your chest as you took a step closer to him.

“Yeah it is! My job includes meeting fans. It’s pretty much my duty to make them happy. Without them I am nothing.”

“What about my happiness?” You mumbled and looked down on your feet. In the corner of your eyes you saw how Shawn frowned confused and rolled his eyes.

“What about it?” He simply answered.

“How do think I’m feeling when you go off touring, sometimes being away for over 6 months?” 

He stood silent.

“How do you think I’m doing? It’s not like I’m having sex with each guy I see just because you’re not home and I feel alone. Shawn, I wait for you to come home because I love you.”

Shawn snorted and rolled his eyes once again. 

“Why should I believe what you’re saying? Who knows, maybe you’ve been sleeping around. Maybe you’ve been a stupid groupie all this time? Maybe, each time I’m in the studio, Ashton comes here and fucks you behind my back?”

Outch. 

Those words hit you like knives stabbing you over and over again. How could he say that? You would never, ever do such thing. You thought he knew that. 

You just glared at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth. You felt like crying, but not in front of Shawn. No, he didn’t deserve your tears.

Suddenly his face turned around as he just realized what he said. 

“N-no, Y/N I didn’t—" 

"Save it.” You interrupted him and turned around to grab your bag on the floor. You couldn’t stay anymore.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a voice of panic. You stood up straight and swung your bag over you shoulder and looked at your boyfriend. 

“Not your concern. I’m surprised you even care.” You muttered and grabbed your converse to put them on.

“But it is my concern!” You gave him an angry glare and ignored him. Now he cares? About time.

 "Y/N, don’t you dare. Don’t you dare walk out on me.“ He said and glared at you with a clenched jaw. You took a few deep breaths before you turned around and headed for the door. 

"Watch me, superstar.”

You were about to open the door when a hand quickly smashed the door close again. You caught your breath and jumped around to see Shawn standing only a few inches away from your face with his hands pressed against the door to hold it close. You opened your mouth to scream at him, but no words came out.

“Don’t go.” Shawn husky muttered and looked into your Y/EC eyes with such desperation. You didn’t have an answer. You just looked into his brown eyes and felt yourself drowning in them.

“I-I—”

Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours which made you catch your breath in surprise. He pressed you up against the door even more and held his hands on your hips. You started to relax and kissed him back which made him squeeze your hips even more.

After a few seconds he slowly pulled back and rested his forehead against yours as you both breathed each other in.

“Stay. Please. I love you.” He raspy whispered. You gulped hard before nodding your head slowly.

 "I’m not going anywhere.“


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MASTERLIST

In Your Dreams » Youngjae

Pairing: Fuckboy!Youngjae x Reader

Summary: Youngjae lives with y/n and has for a while now, she had learned that he is a major fuckboy and has a thing for trying to get into her pants. What will happen when she is woken up in the middle of the night to his stupid nonsense?

❝ Please, please let me cum.❞

 Just moan already, I’ve heard them before.

Genre: Smut, Angst

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, wet dreams, oral (giving), oral (receiving)

Word Count: 5.4k

Note: I think the gif problem is fixed now, if it is could someone please let me know? 

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Play fighting// Jack Maynard imagine

Summary: a play fight between Y/N and Jack might lead to something more

A/n: This is just a fluffy imagine. It’s very short, I know but I quite liked it like this. Xoxo

Requested: Can you write an imagine about play fighting with Jack? Thank you so much anon for requesting! I hope you like it!   

PLAY FIGHTING

“WHO THE BLOODY HELL ATE MY CHOCLATE?”, you yelled through the apartment you shared with the Maynards and Josh. You met Conor and Jack at school in Brighton and you’ve been best friends ever since. Even when they moved to London. What nobody knew, was that you had a little crush on the youngest brother so you felt heartbroken to see them leave. But a few years later, you too moved to London. That’s when the brothers asked you to move in with them and their roommate Josh. Of course you said yes. Who would say no to living with the boy you’ve crushed on since you were 15?

You love living with them, but you also wanted a bit of privacy. That’s why you came up with a few rules: the most important one was to not touch YOUR food. And may that now be the rule someone decided to break.

Since nobody answered, you went to everyone’s room. “Conor did you ate my food?”, you asked the boy who was still in his dressing gown. “Nope. I wouldn’t even dare to touch your food. You can be a scary girl sometimes Y/N”. Smirking you asked:” Do you know who it was then?”. “I’m pretty sure Josh is even more scared of you, so my money is on Jack”. “I knew it! Thanks Con”, you said while closing his door.

You crossed the hall and opened Jacks door, not even bothering knocking. The first thing you saw, were a bunch of wrappers laying on his bed. “You bloody bastard. That was my chocolate!”. Jack looked up from his laptop when he heard you. “Well then don’t just put it on the counter. How am I supposed to know it’s yours if you don’t put it away?”, he asked innocently. “You’re going to pay for this”, you said with a glare. He just smiled. “Oh yeah? And how did you plan on doing that?”. “Oh I don’t know. Maybe by doing … THIS”.

You jumped on him and started tickling him. But of course he had grabbed you before you could even touch his stomach. You always forgot how strong he actually was. “Dumb move Y/N, dumb move”, Jack said while pushing you on his bed and straddling you. “Don’t Jack. I know that look. Don’t you dare!”, you said just before he attacked. He tickled you so bad, your stomach actually hurt from laughing.

“Please! Jack! Please stop!”, you tried to say. “Are you going to apologize for accusing me?”, he asked with a smile. “But you did it!”. He kept tickling so you just yelled: “I’m sorry for accusing you!”. He stopped. “That’s better. What are you going to do to apologize?”. “Nothing… ?”. his hands already went back to your sides. “No wait. Whatever you want! I’ll do whatever you want!”.

“You sure about that?”, Jack asked with a smirk. Suddenly you were very much aware of Jack and yours position. He was sitting on top of you, his face inches from yours. You could even see every color in his eyes. Those beautiful, baby blue eyes. You were so taken away that you couldn’t bring out any words, so you just nodded.

“I only want two things from you”. “And what are those?”, you asked. “A kiss and for you to be my girlfriend”.  

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Can you write a jealous blackhat?? Like, his wife meets his counterpart, Whitehat, and WH makes her swoon and blush and BH gets jealous and overprotective of her? And she teases him about. Please and thank you!! You can ignore this if its complicated.

JEALOUS

Black Hat xWife! Reader (Also White Hat appears…)

A/N: Kay so this isn’t my normal semi-in universe Reader insert as it includes White Hat from the AU, but it was super fun! Black Hat is pretty OOC sometimes, but once again, AU and its a reader insert so…gotta suspend your disbelief a little bit. ((I am saying this more for myself…I have to say this a lot. I am so critical of how I write the crew sometimes X)&))

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Black Hat looked at himself in the mirror with an evil grin, then he looked to you. Oh how he enjoyed having you for his own. The marriage was a good idea, more than good if he were to be honest. Together, you two would take over the world a hundred times over. He could hardly contain himself.

So he didn’t.

Black Hat came up from behind you and began kissing your neck, running his sharp teeth along your tender skin. You chuckled and half attempted to escape his affection, blushing. The soft grazing of his teeth tickled. Black Hat pulled you closer, amused at your struggles.

“Don’t try to run, my dear.” He hummed, finally releasing you. You rolled your eyes and readjusted your necklace. The necklace Black Hat stole for you when you agreed to marry him. You didn’t truly have much of a say in the matter, but even if you did, you still would have said yes.

Tonight, Black Hat was taking you with him to a party in the center of Hatsville. He enjoyed showing you off whenever the opportunity presented itself.

You didn’t know who would be at this party, so as the two of you arrived you stayed close to your husband. Flug and Demencia accompanied you as well, but 5.0.5 stayed home on Black Hat’s command. The last thing he needed was his reputation tarnished further by that goody-goody bear. No one argued with him.

The party nearly stopped when the members of Black Hat Inc walked in. You were notorious criminals, but you weren’t the only ones there. Other criminals from surrounding cities mingled in with the crowd. Black Hat and Demencia smirked, but you and Flug were rendered a bit uncomfortable by the attention.

Pretty soon Flug and Demencia were gone, the former having chased after the latter to make sure she didn’t destroy or kill anything too important. You stayed near Black Hat as he mingled with the other villains at the party, talking about business and the success of Black Hat’s products against the heroes in their cities.

You were quiet enjoying yourself, even joking along with everyone else. At one point you saw one of your friends with whom you used to rob banks and museums, now the fiancé of a villain in New York. You two took a moment to catch up, before being swept away once again by the party.

Things were going well and Black Hat also felt pleased with how the party was going. That is until…

“Black Hat?!” Came an all too enthusiastic and kind voice through the crowd. You felt your husband tense up next to you. He turned around slowly.

“White Hat…” Black Hat scowled. You turned and almost chuckled at what you saw.

The man before you looked very much like your husband, but with a much more…heroic looking color pallet. His hat, coat, pants, and tie were all a bright white, just like his teeth which shined as he smiled at the two of you. Where your husband would wear red of varying shades, this man did the same with blue. His vest was gray, but much lighter than anything Black Hat would ever wear.

“It’s so good to see you!” White Hat smiled, hugging your husband, who simply clenched up. You were surprised at how foreword this man was, no one ever approached Black Hat that way.

“I’m sure it is.” Black Hat responded, dusting himself off after such a disgusting display of affection.

“And who is this lovely creature?” White Hat asked turning his gaze to you. You blushed slightly at the compliment. Black Hat noticed.

“I am y/n.” You smiled, “I’m this grump’s wife.”

“Ah…what a beautiful name for a beautiful person.” White Hat said, taking your hand and placing a kiss there. Your blush grew darker. Black Hat rolled his eyes.

“Thank you Se-”

“White Hat! Forgive me for not introducing myself.” The tall man smiled at you.

“It is no trouble.” You replied. Looking to your more than annoyed husband.

“However, I am curious as to how you know my husband.” You smiled, watching Black Hat’s reaction, “Please tell me more.”

“Oh! Well sure!” And with that White Hat began telling you of adventures and confrontations from years before, taking every opportunity to recall some embarrassing story that made you blush and Black Hat even more flustered. He wrapped a hand possessively around your waist as his counterpart talked.

“And well a few years later, I saw this gentleman a-”

“Alright, I’ve had enough!” Black Hat exclaimed, grabbing your hand, “Come y/n, we have business to attend to before we leave. Where are Flug and Demencia?”

A crashing sound in the distance answered that question before you could. You sort of chuckled as Black Hat pulled you away from his suave counterpart, who offered his goodbyes to your turned backs.

The ride home was rather amusing with Demencia drunk, Flug trying to steady her and your husband keeping one protective arm around you at all times. Following the meeting with White Hat, he hadn’t let go of you for a moment and this pattern continued all the way to the manor.

He pushed you into your room and kissed you roughly, one might even say passionately.

“Someone’s jealous.” You mused when he finally released you.

“I am not!” Black Hat replied, “I just could stand having something so beautiful a-”

“White Hat got under your skin.” You teased, cutting off his sentence.

“Ha! Like I would ever feel threatened by that idiot!”

Black Hat turned and sat on your bed. You chuckled softly and sat next to him.

“Hmm…Too bad.” You said leaning your head on his shoulder, “I thought it was kind of…cute. Sexy even.”

For a moment Black Hat froze, then he looked down at you with malicious, lustful eyes. He kissed you once again, in the most loving way possible…

Christmas Day One: Proposal

Request: Jason proposing to his s/o on Christmas

A/N: Here we go, guys! Enjoy 😘

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“Wasn’t it just yesterday he was that hyperactive kid with a love for chili dogs?” Bruce questioned, reminiscing on all the times he and Alfred had to chase his second adoptive son around in order to prevent him from breaking any valuable and irreplaceable items.

“That was yesterday, Bruce.” Dick replied dryly before sending him a sly smirk, “Maybe your age is finally catching up to you, old man.”

“The day my age catches up to me is the day your maturity catches up to your height.” Bruce responded just as dryly, earning himself a proud look from Tim and an eye roll from Dick.

Tim laughed, “That was actually a good comeback, pops.” He complimented, “But honestly, who could have predicted Jason of all people would be the first one to get married.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, “I did.” At the incredulous looks he received, he rolled his eyes. “Well, Drake, seeing as you can barely even find yourself a significant other, and Grayson is unable to keep any of his happy, and father—”

“—can ban you from patrol for a month if you decide to finish that sentence.” Bruce cuts in, throwing his youngest a warning glare.

“Can we not talk about me like I’m not in the room?” Jason exclaimed loudly, running his fingers through his already messy, dark hair while fidgeting nervously with the small box in his back pocket.

Alfred, who was walking by, sighed and shook his head. “May God have mercy on young Miss. Y/N’s soul for she will surely have an heart attack before the age of thirty.”

“Glad to know you’re supportive of the choice I’m making, Al.” Jason muttered, his confidence slowly deflating at his words.

The butler smiled, “Don’t get me wrong, Master Jason, I do support your relationship with Miss. Y/N. I am merely sending my apologies for what she will have to deal with once she officially becomes apart of the family.”

Dick whistled, “I can’t believe you’re about to propose, Jay.” He said, “I hope you know your days of being a free man is coming to an end.”

“Is that your way of telling him to not do it?” Tim asked, smirking.
“Pretty much.” The original Boy Wonder shrugged.

“I, for one, am ecstatic for Y/N to become my sister.” Damian declared. “Maybe you buffoons will finally stop harassing me about my ‘violent nature’ with her around to defend me.”

“I hate how close you two are sometimes.” Jason groaned.

“You’re not the only one.” Tim muttered, “How am I suppose to tease the little brat about his height and lack of knowledge with Y/N breathing down my neck all the time?”

“How about you don’t tease your brother at all.” Bruce suggested, “I can only hope Y/N stops this madness when she’s a Wayne.”

“I am not related to him!” “Drake is not my brother!” Both Tim and Damian protested at the same time.

“Technically, according to the adoption papers, he is.” Dick corrected, earning death glares from the two and amused laughter from Bruce and a slightly less nervous Jason.

After almost forty minutes of bickering, you still hadn’t arrived yet and Jason was noticeably losing his patience and sanity. Or what was left of it anyways.

“Where the fuck is she?” Jason practically shouted, “Did she find out I was going to ask her to marry me? Did any of you dipshits tell her?” That part was obviously only aimed towards his brothers.

“Did they tell me what?” Your voice rang through his ears like a beautiful melody.

Everyone immediately froze at the sight of you standing a few feet away, wondering if you had heard Jason uttering the ‘marry me’ part.

But luckily, due to the fact that you had entered the manor only a few minutes ago, you walked in just in time to hear only the last bit of your boyfriend’s short speech.

Unlike his brothers, dad, and honorary grandpa, Jason didn’t feel any type of relief. He was still in his rant mode.

“That I was going to ask you to be my fucking wife for God’s sake!”

Silence.

Dick released the breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “Well, that’s one way to ask her.”

Butterflies | Josh Dun

Send me a numbered prompt from this post with specifics!

“Can you do prompt 69 where the reader and Josh have been best friends since elementary school and have has secret feelings for each other and one day while hanging out one accidentally slips up and confesses their feelings and just lots of fluff? Love your writing! x” from @a-villian-vying-for-attention

#69: Can you put your mouth here?

This cute little gif is not mine!

Originally posted by i-m-a-goner-takeitslow

“Okay, when I asked to hang out with you, I didn’t think you’d be glued to your phone 24/7.” My best friend mutters then stabs a piece of lettuce with her fork. I raise my eyes from the bright screen slowly to find her staring in annoyance. “Who is it anyway?”

My cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, and I slip my phone back into my jacket pocket. “It’s just Josh.” Her eyes brighten, and a smile spreads across her painted lips.

“Just lover boy, hm? Well, that changes things. What are you guys talking about?” She sets down her fork then rests her hands under her chin. (Y/F’s/N) had known about my crush on Josh ever since I told her when we were freshman in high school, and she was 100% sold on the idea of us together. She would always fantasize about how our wedding would be, the house we would live, to even the names of our kids. She even had a ship name for us. Frankly, every time she would talk about it, I’d just get worried that he would walk up at any time, considering that we have been close friends ever since elementary. He was the first kid to talk to me back in third grade when I transferred schools. He walked up to me with a toothy grin during indoor recess, since it was pouring down rain outside, and handed me a wooden block, asking if I wanted to play. I can’t even imagine what my life would be like if I had said no.

Now we are older, and doing different things, but we still keep in touch. Josh has his music that he does with Tyler, and I have my college studies. We don’t get to see each other very much as we did back then since we are both so busy, but anytime we do, I just grow smitten all over again.

“Just about his tour and stuff,” I respond to her questions, quietly.

“That’s all?” She presses, that smirk never leaving her lips. “Has he mentioned any lady friends or anything?” I roll my eyes. “Maybe a particular lady friend? One with the name (Y/N)?”

“(Y/F’s/N) would you cut it out? I’ve known him for years, and if he didn’t ask me out in high school, what makes you think it’s going to happen now?” I push around a tiny tomato with my fork.

“Oh, don’t be like that!” She removes her hands then grabs her glass of lemonade. “He’s probably thinking that cliche thing where he doesn’t want to ruin the friendship you guys have because he doesn’t believe you share the same feelings.” She stirs around the contents before taking a sip.

“Except this isn’t a cheesy romance novel, (Y/F’s/N). This is real life.”

She sets her glass back down. “You never know, life is pretty unpredictable sometimes.”

* * *

It was about seven o’ clock when I finally got home to my apartment in uptown Columbus. After lunch with (Y/F’s/N), we shopped around in a few different stores in the mall, then grabbed some smoothies for the way home. Each time I pulled out my phone from my pocket, a smile would spread across my face when I saw his name displayed on the screen. That’s how I am right now as I lay on my couch, the radio is mere background noise, playing some random playlist I made on my iPod. I took a shower, then changed into a pair of sweats and an old t-shirt to just laze away the rest of the night. My thumb slides across the bottom of the screen, revealing the new text.

Josh: So whatcha up to now?

Nothing, just hanging out at home.

How’s the bus ride?

Josh: Oh sweet!

My brows come together at the bluntness of his response, a little odd, but whatever.

Yeah, I guess it is?

A few minutes go by, and I don’t hear a ding, then ten, twenty. Sighing, I sit up on the sofa, then set my phone on the coffee table. He’s probably busy now, or he fell asleep. No biggie. I outstretch my arms to wake up the numb muscles from lying in the same position for so long. I let out a small yawn as well before getting up from the couch to head into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, but the sound of three sharp knocks halt the action. Raising a brow, I walk over to the wooden door and peer through the glass hole, finding nothing except for an empty hallway.

It’s probably the damn kids on this floor pulling pranks again; they do it all the time. Rolling my eyes, I start to walk away again; then the knocks occur again. Storming back over to the door, I quickly slide the gold chain out of the slot and throw it open, taking two steps outside. I look both directions, once again, finding no one. “You kids better knock it off, or I’m going to report you to the front desk!” I warn before turning on my heel to head back inside. That’s when I almost run into a buff figure. A large colorful tattoo decorates his right arm, the design causes my eyes to trail up and to his face with holds the brightest smile. A black beanie is pulled over his hair, hiding whatever hue he choose to go with this time. “Please don’t report me, I just got here.” He chuckles.

“Jish!” I exclaim and run into his torso, squeezing it as tight as I can. His warm scent is so comforting that a content sigh escapes me. He hugs me back with as much force. “How are you back so soon?” I ask when we pull apart.

“Technically, I’m still on tour, but we have a day off so I thought I’d come visit you. The venue isn’t too far away.” He scratches the back of his neck as a blush appears across his nose.

“I’m glad you did; I haven’t seen you in months!” I exclaim as we walk back inside then shut the door behind us. “You want something a beer or something?” I call out, heading into the kitchen then open up the fridge and pull out two brown bottles when he says yes. Walking back out into the living room, I find Josh rummaging through the DVD case. I set his bottle on the coffee table before I collapse onto the recliner then take a drink of mine. “You want to watch a movie on your day off, Jish?” He nods his head with a chuckle.

“Yeah, do you know how many movie nights we’ve missed since I’ve been gone?” Looking up, like I’ll find the numbered plastered into the ceiling, I act like I’m counting out the days. “The answer is fifteen.”

My eyes widen. “You were keeping track?” He sits next onto the sofa, grabbing his bottle on the way.

He flicks on the television. “Mhm, these nights are important, and I can’t watch them with just anyone.” The smile he adds makes my stomach develop butterflies. Each simple interaction just makes their wings flap faster. He starts the movie, and we grow quiet. Life is pretty unpredictable sometimes. (Y/F’s/N)’s positivity murmurs in my ear, and I get the feeling that maybe, Josh does like me more than just a best friend. But at the same time, the level of doubt is the same as my hope. Maybe he doesn’t? I wish finding out was as easy as picking the petals off of flowers stating those two phrases in small whispers: He loves me. He loves me not.

“(Y/N)?” His voice catches my attention about half through the film. “Hello?”

“Oh, sorry, what’s up?” I tear my gaze away from the screen to find him wrapped up in a blue blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. His empty beer is on the coffee table now as well as mine.

“Why don’t come over here?” He pats the spot next to him. “It’s only me; I don’t bite that much.”

Swallowing thickly, I hesitantly get up from the chair and slide onto the cushion next to him. He throws the blanket over my legs as well, then wraps an arm around my shoulders when I rest my head on his shoulder. My other arm lies across his upper stomach; my fingertips can feel his toned muscles underneath his the thin material of his t-shirt. Between the warmth of Josh’s embrace and the fuzzy blanket, my eyelids grow heavy, and towards the end of the movie, I can barely keep them open.

Within my sleepy state, I don’t even realize when I nuzzle my nose into his neck and sigh heavily. “M'sleepy,”

Even though his tone is quiet, there’s a little sadness mixed in. “Do you want me to go? We can finish these another day.”

He starts to get up, but I grip his t-shirt. “No, no, please lay with me.” Biting his lip, trying to the contain the small smile playing on his mouth, he stretches out on the couch, then opens up his arms. “Well c'mere, kitten.”

Crawling over to the opposite end, I rest my head onto his chest and pull the blanket over us. His fingers trace patterns onto the back of my hand that’s resting on his stomach. Those butterflies that were numbed by the tiredness start to stir, fluttering like mad. “When are you coming back home?”

“In a couple of months, we still have the whole European leg to do.”

I let out a small whimper to which he presses a little kiss on the top of my head. “Don’t worry, kitten; before you know it I’ll be back here, holding you in my arms, telling you how much I love you.” His fingers stopped the moment those words fell from his lips, and I sit up abruptly, hovering over him. His brown eyes are refusing to look up. My heartbeat pounds in my ear drums.

“I-I love you?”

“Yeah, I do.” His cheeks are the brightest shade of pink when he finally meets my puzzled gaze. “If that’s okay with you?” His hand drifts onto my cheek then moves down to my parted lips, his thumb lightly tracing my bottom lip. I respond with another question, “Could you put your mouth here?

He smiles wide. “If that’s you asking me to kiss you, then gladly.” He sits up in one swift motion and connects his soft lips with mine, and the butterflies erupt. My hand falls onto the back of his neck to hold him close. And in the back of my mind, I hear my best friend’s words once again: Life is pretty unpredictable sometimes.

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Name: My child?
Pairing: Dean x reader
Summary: Dean and the reader (another hunter) have been dating for almost year, when the reader learns that she is pregnant.
Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking of writing that for… quite some time, so I just decided to publish the thing that I already have.

“You look worried,” notices Dean during the lunch, while quickly swallowing his sandwich.

“What? No,” you lie, still wondering how you should tell him that the beer he left on your table you cannot really drink. “I am totally fine.”

“Y/N, don’t try to be Sam. I always know when you are worried. Tell me,” sometimes you do hate how well he knows your face and the tiniest wrinkles. “Y/N?”

“I am pregnant,” you mumble, and he grins.

“What did you say?”

“I am pregnant,” you say louder, and he momentarily stops smiling, not even done chewing his meal.

“Seriously?” you nod. “My child?” you roll your eyes and nod again.

“Yes, Dean. We are dating, the child is yours,” you sigh, realizing that right now Dean may panic, even though you are pretty sure you won’t. “What are we thinking now, Dean? I can’t read your face.”

“I…” you frown, as he grins and pulls you closer. “Well, good for us, isn’t it?”

“You are happy?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I mean… Come here,” he pulls you in a long kiss, stroking your back. “But you are not hunting again,” you really want to argue, but Dean frowns. “I am the father, Y/N. And you are staying alive,” you smile, as he softly kisses your eyelids. “I love you, sunshine.”

“I love you more.”

“Well, I love you twice, so shush,” he grins and takes away the bottle of beer standing in front of you. “Thank you for not drinking alcohol any more.”

“How dare you?!” he laughs and sips the beer, pulling you closer and grinning so much, you feel like he will pull a muscle or something.

Home Economics Student Jaehyun

Request: Home economics student au! Jaehyun (is that how they write it lmao??) your fellow class mate writes u a cookie recipe coz u can’t make them and he sneaks in some flirty notes?? Just an idea I had for a scenario :) use it if it suits ya? Xxxxx

A/N: this is really short and vague omg im so sorry

  • i’ll be writing it in this format so do request again if you want it to be in a scenario form!
  • okay i can relate to this because i can’t cook at all
  • and guess who’s my number one bias wrecker??
  • jeffrey :’)
  • okay let’s go

  • so you had been taking home economics for about a year now

  • not because you like it,
  • but because it doesn’t require much theory based knowledge and it involves food so
  • and thanks to you who always sleeps in home economics, you hardly even know how to cook
  • which is why you were thankful for having such a wonderful partner like Jaehyun
  • who basically knows how to cook EVERYTHING, even though he also sleeps in class
  • and you’re there like ?? how do you do that
  • so he helps you out whenever there’s tests or practical sessions, and you always manage to get a pass so you’re thankful for him
  • a really fun partner tbh
  • would call you randomly during class time and tell you random jokes
  • or even compliment you
  • and when pair work is required, most of the time you feel like a servant
  • because he hardly ever allows you to do anything
  • and he just orders you around and call you to do the basics
  • the most he’d let you do is to cook rice or something
  • “how do you even cook so well”
  • “skills”
  • “oh wow”
  • “i know ;))”
  • but sometimes he’s also so sweet,
  • “she did most of the work!! give her more marks”
  • “ what- i merely chopped some onions and-”
  • “and did the perfect seasoning which made the dish perfect, am i right Y/N??”
  • and you’re just there nodding
  • and when you thank him after,
  • “don’t need to, you just owe me one”
  • and that favour is to go out with him on a date after school
  • which turned out pretty well because you got to know more about him and how much of a life ruiner he is
  • and after that for some reason he started becoming more flirty and sweet around you
  • he already was before but it wasn’t as much
  • and you lowkey had a crush on him so your heart was just soft™
  • so one day the teacher decided have a ‘surprise’ test and want each of you to bake some cookies
  • which again, you didn’t know how to
  • you only knew how to eat them
  • so you sneaked a small note to jaehyun like always, “help a friend in need”
  • and he gives you a smirk
  • “why should i?”
  • you glare at him, “because my life depends on this, come on jaehyun, we’re really close right?”
  • “i feel that we could be closer though”
  • and you start whispering to him, “what? i need the recipe jae, i know you know it”
  • “well im not telling you”
  • “wth why”
  • and he gives you the cutest and innocent smile ever and you’re like ??confused??
  • next thing you know he raises up his hand and calls out to the teacher
  • “both me and y/n don’t know how to make them”
  • and the teacher just glares at yall and shakes her head, “see in detention after school today, i just taught this last week”
  • and you hit jaehyun with a shocked expression and he just laughs
  • then he leans down to you, “wanted to spend more time with you”
  • later that detention he’s just busy saying bad and cheesy pick up lines to you
  • while you’re trying not to laugh and cringe at all of them
  • “you may fall from the sky, you may fall from the tree.. but the best way to fall is to fall in love with me”
  • “oh my god, this is so cringy”
  • “hey at least it’s good”
  • “try another one”
  • “can i borrow a kiss? i promise i’ll give it back”
  • “no thanks”
  • “i know you want it”
  • and he smirks and leans towards you again
  • and you blush like mad because he’s never been that close to you before
  • but he stops and just laughs at your reaction
  • “do i know you? because you look like my next girlfriend”
  • and your heart just melts for some reason
  • “i wouldn’t mind though”
  • and he gives that big smile again which makes you weak!!
  • his eyes are all lit up right now
  • “are you serious?”
  • “i mean… if you don’t want to it’s fine”
  • and he just leans down to kiss you, and you feel the softest pair of lips ever
  • and your heart just beats like mad
  • until you hear your teacher yelling again
  • “jung jaehyun and y/n, i asked you to attend detention, not show off your kissing skills or something, stay back for two more hours”
  • but the both of you just giggle
  • “i guess more time spent together hehe”
Sometimes Lovers (Mostly Friends)

malookiya said: Prompt: CS friends with benefits

Summary: She kisses him the first time because he needs it, and it continues because they both do, but as it does neither of them have an idea of where they will end up.

A/N: Well, this one ran away with me, and it is super different from anything I’ve ever done, but I have to say I’m actually pretty proud of how it turned out (all 7000 words of it – I’m sorry it’s so long). I will say for this one that I am not a smut writer, nor will I ever be, so this may take a different direction than you may expect.


She was sure there had been a time before she knew Killian Jones, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember it – and she really didn’t want to. He was the one constant as she bounced from home to home, the one person who knew that her parents – the sets upon sets of parents at homes that became more and more temporary – weren’t actually her parents in the sense that people usually meant by that word. She didn’t doubt that a foster family – or, if you were lucky, an adoptive family – could become your family family, but it just never happened for her. All she ever had was the necessary lie of I’m Emma, and these are my parents. That, and him.

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anonymous asked:

oh hey I'm that anon that requested the imagine with prompt 4 could you also combine it with prompt 9? I need some angsty Sirius Black. thanksss

4. “Walk out that door and we’re through” and 9. “Where do you think you’re going” 

damn….. I hope you like this it’s pretty heavy…

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It was just a stupid argument. That’s how they all started. Bitter remarks would somehow turn into screaming contests which sometimes involved hot tears and throwing furniture across the room. Almost always, your arguments ended when someone else left the room, slamming the door shut behind them. Except for today.

“Sirius, I am trying to make this work!” you cried, shrilly, “I blow off my friends, I am constantly defending you to my family, who can’t understand why–”

“Why what?” Sirius interrupted in a growl, “Why do you have to defend me, (Y/N)? Say it.”

“Because you’re a rebel,” you barked, “Because you spend your nights drunk and smoke too much. Because you don’t listen to the rules and get into fights and you’re reckless and when that recklessness lands you in hot water, you couldn’t give a fuck about the consequences or what it means to the people who love you. You don’t care about anyone other than yourself and you put up these…these walls that you hide behind! And don’t even get me started on the girls you flirt with…it seems like whenever I turn my back, you crawl to some other pretty face!”

Sirius blinked at you, his hands balled into white-knuckled fists. “Why are you still here then?” he roared, “If I’m so hard to love, why do you even try?”

“Because you’re all I have left!” you screamed, “You’re all I have left yet you hurt me over and over again…”

All your anger and pain evaporated and now you were just left with the tears, slipping from your lashes and making salt-stained tracks down your cheek. All the hurt you had experienced over the years, not from Sirius but from life itself, began to weigh its heavy burden on your weeping heart, and you weren’t so sure you’d be able to carry it anymore. You gasped and a sob tore through your throat, your lips trembling as you struggled to breathe. You needed air.

Sirius moved to embrace you but you walked straight past him, heading swiftly toward the door.

Where do you think you’re going?” You heard Sirius from behind you. You didn’t respond, but you curled your fingers around the doorknob, hesitating. “Walk out that door and we’re through.

You sniffled and addressed him over your shoulder. “I’m sorry,”

With that, you said goodbye to a year of arguments, passion and tears. You said goodbye to those moments of laughter and affection and all the good that had come with dating Sirius. You said goodbye to Sirius Black and you left him standing in a cloud of his own confusion, anger and sorrow, unsure of whether you’d ever return to his arms again. A small part of you, the good part, hoped that you would. Because Sirius Black may be hard to love, but boy was he worth it.


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SDCC Panel (Cast x Reader)

Pairing: Spn!Cast x Reader

Word Count: 969

Warnings: None!

A/N: I thought it would be fun if you guys sent questions to my DMs as if you were a fan at the con asking Y/N a cast related question so she could answer them on those individual interviews ya know? Just so I could do another “cast ” type of one shot… What do you think?  Go and hit my Inbox and don’t forget to mention that this is for the interview imagine!

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“And now put your hands together to greet not only one of the most annoying woman in the planet but also the new co-star of Supernatural Y/N Y/L/N!”

The crowd erupted in cheers as soon as Richard announced your name. You step onto stage waving at the crowd in front of you. As you were the last one to enter the stage you had to sit in the last chair next to Ruth Connel.

“So, now that the herd is here and ready to talk, let’s start with the questions!” Rob said and the crowd once more cheered in excitement.

“I think!,  that we need to start with the question EVERYBODY WANTS TO KNOW AM I RIGHT?” Richard screams to audience through the microphone and it screams in response.

“Y/N…” he says turning in your direction even tho you were several feet away.

“Richard,…” you answer his call supporting your weight on your shoulders on top of the table, so you could reach the micro.

“How is it like to work with J2M? ”

“Well… It’s… Not…bad…” you say slowly making the crowd laugh with your answer.

“OK you all might be laughing but if you were on set,  trying to film the same scene for the 19th time because SOMEONE” you say loud enough looking at Misha so he would understand that you were talking about him. “couldn’t keep a straight face for more than 7 seconds.”

“Excuse me! I was definitely NOT the reason why you couldn’t concentrate.” he replied trying to defend himself.

“Of course not! Just like Jensen wasn’t the reason I got whipped cream all over my face.” Jensen popped his head out of the cast line looking at you ready to retaliate but just before he could do that you cut him off.  "And just like Jared wasn’t the reason why I woke up with pounds of  AKF shirts on my room.“

Jared threw his arms up in defeat not even trying to reply. The crowd couldn’t stop laughing and neither could Mark, who was red like a tomato by now due to the laughter.

"Yeah, that’s right people. This 3 are a nightmare to work with.”

“Okay… Lots of love ‘round there, obviously !” Richard said sarcastically eyeing the crowd looking for someone in the audience who would like to ask the next question. “And let’s hear the gentlemen opinion…How’s like to work with Y/N?”

Misha was the quickest one to 'demonstrate’ how he felt with a grimace, his face vainly trying to conceal the fake pain, Jared eyed the ceiling, the floor, the crowd, everywhere but you, Mark got his forefinger to his chin like he was thinking about an answer. And Jensen…Jensen spoke a single word on the micro…

“Yikes.”

“Okay…Wise words from the males…. How about the ladies?!” He asks Samantha and Ruth extending a hand in their direction.

“I think Y/N is a great actress and it’s very fun to work with her on set!” Samantha answers as she gives you a sweet smile. You mouth a 'thank you’ and a 'love you’ in return.

“Well, I think Y/N is a young woman full of light and joy and I wouldn’t ask for a new colleague!” Ruth spoke agreeing with Samantha’s opinion about you. At this point you couldn’t hide the smile on your face and neither could the rest of the cast and crew.

“Speaking of that!,” Richard chirped and poking his forefinger out in the air “ Samantha, you mentioned that you were working with Y/N on set, so, this one’s for Robert and Andrew, does this means they will have a scene together?…What will be Y/N’s influence in the story line?”

Robert was the one to started “Well, Y/N’s character will definitely have some scenes with Mary Winchester and Rowena, separately, but she won’t influence the main plot in any way, at least for this season.”

“Yeah,” Andrew continued “As Robert was saying, she wont have a big part on the main plot, THIS SEASON, but she will definitely be a big part in God’s plot, and Rob you didn’t knew that yet so we’re giving it now to you and the crowd, I think it’s okay…” he eyed Robert hoping for an approval to keep “spilling the beans” which he gave him by nodding so Andrew could proceed “Rob, you and Y/N will be co-stars! Not going to give away any more spoilers but..yep.”

“Y/N did you know about this?” Robert asked you from across the stage

“I might had a few clues…”

“TRAITOR”

“Okay, enough you two love birds!” Richard interrupted yours and Rob’s little argument. “Which one of you is the most energetic on set?”

“Definitely Misha”

“Misha”

“Misha”

“Misha”

“I strongly believe it’s Misha”

“Misha”

The crowed erupted in laughter seeing how all of you gave the same answer.

“I mean, ” Jensen said “the guy is like a man-sized RedBull can! Sometimes it’s 3 am and he is still going at full speed!”

“How do you know?” Jared asks with  a smirk on his face making everyone in that room to go red with laughter, Including Robert and Andrew.

“Okay okay,  let’s only ask the fans for questions!!!” Richard said, while trying to catch his breath from all the laughter.  "You!,  in the pretty Castiel cosplay. “

"Okay this one’s for Y/N, which on of the guys,  in your opinion,  is the most handsome?  ”

“Ay Caramba… ”

Company - Part 3

Summary: You’re the new forensic scientist at CCPD and have to share the laboratory with Barry Allen for a while. The thought of that doesn’t please him too much, but that’s only until he meets you.

Pairings: Barry Allen x female reader

Word count: 1053

A/N: Here’s the very requested third part! I hope everyone likes it. Let me know if you’d like to see the next part! Also, the ending is terrible, I’m sorry lol

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

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Therapy Bot (sort of squip x reader)

Word count: 834

Summary: so this is basically me projecting- a squip enters scenario, nothing super romantic at this point, I’ll probably continue this later

I was spiraling. Well, more accurately, I was crashing and burning. I wasn’t eating, I was barely sleeping, my apartment was a trash heap. A friend of mine had noticed my particularly bad depressive episode and convinced me to get this thing she described as a therapy bot, a SQUIP. She said she had one and that it was perfectly safe. I believed her. She got one for me, and didn’t even make me pay her for it, which is insane, considering how ridiculously expensive I’ve been told it is. 

I make it back to my apartment before I start to question my decision to get this thing. I’m insane. It’s official. I pull the baggie out of my purse before dumping it on the ground along with my backpack. Staring at the pill in the baggie, I know I’m about to break down. Impulsively, I open the bag and swallow the pill inside. Following the instructions given to me, I dig through my bag to pull out the Mountain Dew that I had bought at the campus Walmart on my way home. I chug as much as I can. 

“This is just some weird joke, isn’t it?” I mutter to myself before throwing myself onto my futon. After a few minutes of questioning every decision I’ve ever made, and maybe crying a little, I feel a sharp pain in my temple, making my body shoot upwards into a sitting position. A voice echoes in my head.

“Calibration in process, please excuse some mid discomfort.” The pain continues, slightly more intense than before, not unbearable, but certainly not mild. “Calibration complete, access procedure initiated.” The pain quickly subsides. I let out a sigh of relief. Until the voice returns. “Discomfort level may increase.”

“What?!” I yell. Possibly concerning some of my neighbors. The pain returns, more intense than any migraine I’d ever had. I let out short scream before shoving part of my hand in my mouth as not to alert anyone further. My sense of time is altered, I feel like it’s been hours since this started.

“Accessing neural memory.” The voice rings out again. “Accessing muscle memory,” a short pause, “access procedure complete.” The pain subsides and I slump into my futon. A man appears in front of me and he speaks with the same voice in my head, “(Y/n) (y/l/n), welcome to your Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor, your SQUIP.“ 

"You’re hot.” I immediately slap a hand over my mouth. He chuckles.

“I have chosen a physical form that you would find simultaneously comforting and authoritative. I suppose it is ‘hot’.” He begins to pace back and forth. “Please note, that speaking out loud to me, will only result in a negative reaction from others, just think at me.” I nod. “Good.” His voice is smooth and rich, like well-made chocolate, like that brand, Divine, that’s super expensive but my mom buys some for me from time to time. “Now, Miss (y/n), I would like you to clarify what your initial goal for me is.”

“My friend said you were like a therapy bot for her, I want to, you know, not want to die." 

"Of course. I suppose ‘therapy bot’ is one way to put it. Miss (y/n), this will be a process, and I will need you to listen to what I tell you to do. I’m not a miracle worker, Although I do come pretty close sometimes.” I nod, I would love to listen to everything he tells me to do. He smirks. Shit, he heard that. “Despite the fact that I am in your brain, I cannot simply remove your depression.”

“Why?” I ask. He moves towards me and sits down on the futon, with one knee touching mine. 

“Do you notice how side effects for antidepressants often include suicidal thoughts and actions?” I nod. “These medications increase a person’s energy levels, making them more likely to have the motivation to kill themselves. If I were to increase your dopamine and serotonin levels right now, it would likely kill us both." 

"Oh." 

"Let’s start by just talking. My next recommendation would be to clean, improve your diet, and keep you hydrated. This will help improve your general mood, even if it’s only a small improvement.” He places a hand on my knee. “Telling me about your issues will help you." I take a deep breath and instantly start to cry.

“T-thank you.” I manage to choke out between sobs. He begins to rub my back in slow circles. “I-I feel like,” I pause to take a deep breath, “I feel like, no one has cared this much about me in a long time.” My SQUIP wraps his arms around me in the warmest most loving hug I’ve felt in months, if not years. I start to cry even harder.

“Let it all out. Crying is good. I promise I will help you get better.” And for the first time, I believe that I’m going to get better.

Musical Differences (Jughead x Reader)

Um, hi there. I usually don’t “fanfic” but here goes.

Notes: It’s pretty friendshippy, main girl is black, and she likes rap/hip hop/R&B music. I don’t think anyone is gonna be bothered by that though.

Warnings: Hm…I don’t think so. I use like one swear.


He was black coffee and hard rock. You were sweet tea and hip hop. But somehow you two made it work. Mostly because you were open about liking all genres. You two bonded over music sometime during your junior year in high school, and it was history from there. He loved to show you all of his favorite bands and little songs he found, and you would do the same. Although, you made sure to keep your love of rap and hip hop kind of secret. Jughead always talked about how he didn’t like the drums and fast paced music, all you would do in return was an awkward nod. 

But one day you kind of…”snapped” on him. He was talking about the “drab things” that would come on the radio and he struck a nerve. “You know I was listening to this top 40 station on the way to school this morning, and I heard the worst thing,” he said. Sometimes you’d tell each other about the bad songs you’d hear. It was pretty fun. “Well, what song was it?” you asked, walking up to your locker. He could barely contain his laughter as he said it. “Some song called Peekaboo! By ‘Lil Yachty’. I mean what the hell, right?” Jughead kept laughing, but you gave him a pretty un-amused look. “What is it Y/N? Don’t tell me you actually like that song.” You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Actually yes. I like that song. And when Migos come in with their verses, it’s even better.” He was a bit shocked. You never really seemed interested in rap, let alone the newer artists that Jughead would mock on the radio. “So…” he leaned next to your locked with a smirk on his face. “You’re not kidding…” You took out your phone and went to your music app, showing that there was mostly rap music on your phone. “I’m not kidding at all.”

Around lunch time, you quickly found Jughead and slid in next to him so damn fast that he almost fell out of his seat. “Okay, so instead of doing the usual trade off for music night, I’m opening up a whole new world for you.” You said with a bright smile on your face. “What kind of world are we talking?” He seemed a bit worried because he genuinely didn’t know what to expect. “Rap. Hip Hop. R&B. And we’re going from Motown to Death Row to Young Money. And everything in between.” You had a smug look on your face, ready to show him what you grew up with and loved. “Well…” he hesitated. Your face dropped immediately. Jughead rolled his eyes. “Okay Y/N. But only because this must mean a lot to you.” “You have no idea.” you smiled. “See you tonight Jug.”

Later that night, you both were in your room, laying on the bed as the music flowed through the speakers. Jughead was running his fingers through the curls in your hair as ‘911/Mr. Lonely’ by Tyler the Creator played in the background. “I never really thought to listen to the music that’s not on the radio when it comes to rap.” He said softly, taking in the lyrics and melody. “See what I mean by a new world? Rap isn’t just…rap. There are levels to this.” You said, glancing up at him. He seemed pretty relaxed. His beanie was hanging halfway off of his head as his dark curls fell in his face. Jughead glanced over to you and smiled. “This is pretty nice, y’know. I’m glad I agreed to do this.” “I am too.” You smiled back. As the song ended, you quickly sat up and stretched. “How about we put this on pause and grab something from Pop’s?” You suggested. “You just read my mind Y/N.”

The next morning in class, you sat down next to Jughead as usual. He was typing away on his laptop, listening to music. Sometimes, you can hear the music he’s listening to through his headphones. But today, you only heard bass kicks. A smirk crawled on your face and Jughead blushed lightly. “Look at you.” You chuckled softly. “Oh hush.” He rolled his eyes and went back to typing. 

Dating Clarke Griffin Would Include...

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A/N : hey there! im sorry this took super long but my laptop messed up some stuff and when i posted this, some gifs were missing as well as a huge part.. this is still pretty short even though i added some more stuff so im really sorry for that!!

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Masterlist / Ask me


Originally posted by morleybell


  • you sit across her on the drop ship but you were too busy daydreaming about the ground to notice her 
  • but then you snapped out of it when people starting taking off their seatbelts and laughing 
  • and then you finally get a good look at her 
  • and wow this girl was super cute and pretty 
  • and then she starts yelling at them and telling them to go back to their seats and somehow you got more attracted to her?? 
  • you melt into a gay puddle when she smiled at you 
  • little did you know she felt the same way 

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Stay Alive

Originally posted by plumpark

Genre: Angst/Some Fluff There’s barely any but it’s there 

Word Count: 2,083

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

“No stop, don’t you dare close your eyes okay? I’m going to get you out of here alive. Stay with me please.” 

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A/N: Made this cause the Jungkook feels for me rn are just not okay I’m trying not to admit that he’s most likely my bias now. I still love you yoongi, you just can’t ignore him, it’s impossible. so get ready for some feels I’m not sorry. And warning there’s mention of blood and stuff..

 (on another note I will be posting betrayed part 4 soon ^.^ I’m sorry for the long wait idk why but my writing skills just gave out so it’s gonna take a little bit longer)

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