never do your hair any other way

To the person that will love her next,

Be warned, she’s easy to love.

You’ll meet her one day and painfully ache for her from that day until your last day. When your eyes mold into hers, all time will cease to exist - the dying seconds frozen to all her glory. Love her with all your might and never take her for granted. She’s been used before and knows all too well how it feels. If you’re here to show her how, I suggest you stop right here. So don’t.

She claims to be heartless; immune to the emotions that will intimately pierce her heart. She’s lying. Her heart holds passion that could encompass the universe by tenfold. So when she loves, she loves hard - unknowing of any other way to do so. That love, her love, doesn’t come around often. She’ll push you away in realization that a flame has been ignited in her winter storm. Prevail, and see her inner rose bloom.

When she’s angry, don’t leave her alone. She will never ask you to stay, she’s tired of begging people to love her. Tuck her hair behind her ear, see the gorgeous chaos in her eyes and stay. Don’t act tough, you’re not when it comes to her. Your strength shouldn’t come from your exterior, but in how you love the woman in front of you.

She’s a writer, so don’t be surprised when she has more to say than most. She’ll draw you in her world - her poetry, her art - and entice you with each syllable, each stroke. Among the stars will you be immortalized, so each constellation will know of your love. That damned pen is a sword you cannot hope to defend yourself from. Her words will touch the depths of your being and scar your body in the midst of her wake.

Explore with her. She grew up in a small town so she loves stumbling upon places that wistfully, take her to another world. Aimlessly walk the streets at night, hand in hand, with no destination or hibitions. Discover small coffee shops and record stores. Watch her eyes fill with joy as her fingers run through dusty old vinyls. You’ll see a different side of her; the walls she spent years building will come down. Look, bask, but not for a moment longer. When she realizes she’s let go, those walls will come back, higher than before.

Never go a day without telling her you love her. I don’t care how angry you are, grit it through your teeth if you have to.

To this day, she’s the strongest and most hard-headed person I’ve ever met. Remember she’s a woman of her own. Don’t try to assert your dominance over because I promise you, it will be the worst decision of your life.

Comfort her when yet again, a fictional character dies. You may think it’s stupid, but it’s not just a book to her. To her, she lived the lives of those people, loved the people they loved. She immerses herself into the grand world of literature and this broadens her mind.

Read The Alchemist - trust me.

Start listening to The 1975. If you don’t try, you’re done for. She’ll claim that she can’t pick a favourite song of theirs. A total lie - it’s Robbers.

Music comes first. Always.

When she has an anxiety attack, hum Robbers under your breath and tell her to breathe. Kiss her forehead and rub the small of her back. Stand through the storm, the calm waves of her even breathing will soothe your soul. She is here; here with you - alive. She has and will continue to defeat her demons time and time again.

She is smarter than you, even when you think you’re outsmarting her or reading her. Trust me, you’re feeling that way because she wants you to.

Treat her like royalty or somebody else will. That girl deserves the universe at her fingertips.

You’ll never be the same again, because this girl isn’t like the rest.

And most of all, don’t ever lose her - not like I did.

—  sincerely, a name you’ll never hear past her lips

A/N: Part II of this Imagine. I also put a request from @dreamwalker08 in there. It just worked together perfectly. Enjoy!

Words: 1958
Warnings: violence, smut (on the battlefield)

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Burrito Blanket Batmom - Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

I kinda love the idea of a “burrito blanket” batmom haha, and since I thought the request from anonymous I received was quite similar, I mixed them up together. Hope you’ll like it, particularly you @dannysanime, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :) : 

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-Are you alright mother ?

It’s early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don’t even react as he approaches you. 

-Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ? 

Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice : 


Damian is immediately worried. It isn’t often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You’re the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life…Well, it worries your kid. 

You realize that he’s concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he’d be as nice with everyone as he is with you…No one would ever call him “brat” anymore. 

-I’m not sick honey, I’m just…I’m just….erf…

-…You’re just “erf” ?

You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn’t really sure, seeing as you’re wrapped tightly in that damn comforter. 

He’s not sure what’s wrong with you, but he still wants to help. 

-Hum…Is there anything I can do for you ? Do  you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?

You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They’re always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a  little. Here. Better. 

-You’re already doing a lot my boy. 

“My boy”. He loved when you called him that. It made him feel…It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings…

He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment…So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber. 

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It’s been a month since the two of you had broken up… and already he was holding another girl in his arms. His fingers trailed through her beautiful red hair as he whispered words I’d never hear again into her ears. She giggled, and you remembered all the times he made you laugh, but he wasn’t there to do that any more.

He looks so happy, it was almost as if he had never met you… as if the two of you were never intimate, close like lovers are. He’d look happier than he ever was with you. 

You wiped away your tears as you took in the sight of them together, you hugged your cardigan close around your shoulders and you turned the other other way, hoping to god they wouldn’t notice you, but he did anyway. 

“Y/N!” He called your name and his voice reverberated throughout the crowds of people. “Wait.” 

You stopped in your tracks, allowing his hand to grasp your arm roughly, he was always rough, even when he didn’t mean to be… you fell in love with all his rough edges, his broken soul and his tainted mind. You were sure you could fix him. 

It took you awhile to realize that he didn’t need to be fixed, he was already perfect in all his imperfections, but by that time it was too late. 

“Hi Dal.” You faked a smile, you forced yourself to smile cheek to cheek and it burned your soul. You wanted to beg him to take you back. 

“Hey, I haven’t seen you around lately.” 

“I know, I thought it’d be better if I stayed away…” You trailed off awkwardly as you stared down at your feet. The truth is, you were avoiding him like the plague, you were avoiding this, you knew the truth was bound to come out.

“For who, you or me?” You could hear the malice in his voice, you could feel the teetering of rage radiating from his body. “You’re the one that broke up with me,”

“Dal please, your date is over there-” 

“To hell with her” His hands clasped around yours. “I know I’ve hurt you, okay? I have hurt you like nobody else has hurt you, and I’m sorry for that… but nobody has loved you the way I have, and nobody ever will. Please, take me back.” 

“You’re so happy with her Dal, you should be with her. We always fought, we weren’t right for one another, everyone said so.” 

“Fuck everybody Y/N! Fuck everyone, what about what you want? What about what I want? Did you ever think that the reason we fought so much is because of how much we loved each other?” 

“Dal-” You whispered with trembling lips, tears were slipping from your eyes and streaming down your face in tiny rivulets. 

“I love you damn it, I always have. You and I, we’re something special… we can’t just lose all of that. I know it’s going to be hard, we’re going to have to try this every day to get it right, but I want that! I want to spend the rest of my life fighting with you, I want to spend the rest of my life loving you! Please tell me you will try.” 

“What about her-” You were about to start a tirade, but he cut you off once again. 

“There is no her, there’s only me and you.”

How Y’All Dance (Avengers Preference)

Hey guys! I know I said I’d be writing more but I haven’t posted anything! I was out of the country for a little bit and then went on a family vaction, but I am back! I know this isn’t a full blown one shot, but it’s better than nothing (And I had so many ideas sooo!)

I hope this is what you had in mind and that you like it! If not please let me know and I can try again!(:


Tony Stark:

Most people would think Tony liked to dance like he’s at the club. Your back pressed close to his front as you swayed mindlessly to the beat. However, Tony’s favorite way to dance with you was ballroom style. His parents had forced him through cotillion when he was younger and the art of ballroom dancing had not been wasted on him. Tony loved the way he got to twirl you around the dance floor, making you feel like a princess. He enjoyed the way everyone would stare at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the room (because you were, especially in that stunning dress Nat picked out for you). But most of all Tony loved the way he got to look into your eyes as he made you laugh and drew you closer.

Steve Rogers:

Steve was not much of a dancer. Sure he had gone to clubs, and (never, ever tell Tony this but) even took a few lessons throughout the city, but Steve just couldn’t dance. On undercover missions he was actually forbidden from dancing in order to prevent another Johannesburg incident. But in the quiet of you guys’ apartment, whether on a lazy Sunday afternoon or the middle of a Tuesday night, Steve would hold you close as y’all swayed aimlessly. Sometimes you would have the radio playing modern music (from Ed Sheeran to Beyonce), sometimes Steve would be listening to his old records, and sometimes there would be no music at all. Steve would hold you as close as he could and slowly sway around the living room, your head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, while he placed soft kisses to the top of your head. 

Bucky Barnes:

Bucky loved dancing like he had back in the 40′s. At first his memory was a little hazy but after watching a few videos and trying it out a few times Bucky realized his muscles remembered exactly what to do even if his brain didn’t. Bucky loved the feeling of getting to go somewhere and feel like he fit in. To be perfectly in sync with those around him as he melted into the music with the perfect partner. He loved the chance to impress you with his moves as he spun you around before pulling you in close again, giving you little winks or short kisses on the forehead or nose, before spinning you out again. Bucky also couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the fact that for once when people were staring at him wide eyed and open mouthed they were staring in awe of his skills and in jealousy of the beautiful dame he had with him.

Bruce Banner:

Bruce was hands down the most awkward dancer you had ever seen in your entire life. Every time you guys tried dancing it ended up with your toes being stepped on (and once you even got a bloody nose when Bruce accidentally got off beat during a line dance and his hand hit you square in the face). But for some strange reason Bruce was really good at square dancing. Clint had dragged you guys to square dancing in Bryant Park one day and while Bruce had been reluctant at first he was surprisingly very good. It probably helped that he was getting constant instructions on what to do while also getting to follow what everyone around him as doing. Whatever it was, Bruce was soon taking you to as many square dances as he could find, loving the fact that he was able to take you dancing and NOT have to patch you up afterwards.

Clint Barton:

You name a dance and Clint could do it. He could two-step, waltz, foxtrot, every dance Clint had been trained to do it perfectly, able to blend into any crowd so he could go undercover. But even though he was an expert at every dance and was able to blend into any room of dancers, Clint stood out when he swept you into a tantalizing tango. He would lock his eyes with yours and lead you around the room, other couples jumping out of the way as Clint would twirl you out and bring you back in before sweeping you back so far your hair tickled the ground. If Clint was honest he had never really cared for the tango before he met you, but the old saying “it takes two to tango” had become his favorite line since finding the perfect person he wanted to tango with.

Pietro Maximoff:

Pietro loved club dancing. He loved the fast beats and the vibrations of the floor as he held you close and moved to the rhythm of the music. Pietro also enjoyed getting to hold you close and show you off. His hands would grip your hips as he pressed you close to himself as everyone around you guys shot jealous looks your way. On top of the fast music Pietro loved that he got to hold you body close, allowing him to steal kisses whenever he wanted, not having to wait to press his lips to your forehead, nose, neck, etc. While most people would say that this type of dancing was too impersonal (what with the sweaty strangers around and the music so loud you can’t hear yourself think), but that was one of Pietro’s favorite things, that he didn’t have to think about the lyrics to the music or running into the people around him, he could just get lost in you - your body and eyes and the way you made him feel like he was the luckiest man alive. 

Thor Odinson:

Thor loved the traditional ballroom dancing of Asgard. The elegant dresses that his mother would get made for you, made him beam with pride as all of Asgard stared at you with wonder. He loved getting to teach you the elegant dances of his people- happy to be teaching you something for once instead of the other way around. The rich music was just soft enough to let him hear you counting under your breath as you tried to concentrate, only for it to be broken when Thor told you how happy he was that you were here with him. Thor loved getting to show you his world- knowing that one day you would make a wonderful queen. 

Loki Laufeyson:

Loki was a very graceful dancer. His slender body was made for grace so when you first met him you would assume he enjoyed the more traditional types of dancing like his brother. However, Loki really loved line dancing. The Cha Cha Slide, the Cupid Shuffle, etc. For someone who usually hated “stupid Midgardian” things Loki always got a kick out of the synchronized dances. You remember the night he made you stay up so you teach him all of them (the furniture in you guys’ apartment being pushed against the walls to give you more room). Loki’s eyes would light up as he scurried to the dance floor to clap his hands and wiggle his shoulders around. After finally asking him one day why he loved it so much Loki admitted that he enjoyed blending in for once and just being in sync with those around him.

Sam Wilson:

Sam liked simple dancing. The slow swaying and shuffles seen at weddings and during slow songs at Tony’s parties. The slow movements allowed him to relax into you, not having to worry about stepping on your toes or running into other couples. And the fact that there was no real rhyme or reason to the motions meant he could focus all of his energy on talking with you. Whether y’all were joking about the people around you (leading to Sam’s favorite feeling of you laughing as you tucked your face into his chest), or you were staring into each other’s eyes as you talked about your own wedding some day. Sam just loved that he got to be with you, physically as well as emotionally and mentally as you shared those moments he would carry with him for the rest of his life.

Scott Lang:

Scott loved to do random dance parties with you- managing to make the most embarrassing dance moves ten times worse. It didn’t matter whether you were at a party with music or shopping in the middle of a crowded target, Scott would take your hand and start “dancing” like a maniac. He would do things like the sprinkler, the lawn mower, the shopping cart, anything you see awkward nerdy people doing in the corner by themselves at parties Scott had perfected as an art. You should be embarrassed but instead you would just jump right in making everyone around you either burst out laughing or look away out of second hand embarrassment. Cassie would pretend to hate it when you guys were in public but as soon as you got home she would join right in. 


T’Challa enjoyed doing the native Wakandan warrior’s dance. It was a complicated dance that looked more like a planned fight with the swift movements that brought your bodies so close, but never quite completely together- it was stunning. It had taken him months to teach you the entire thing but the finished product was worth it. It was a dance that only the Black Panther knew and T’Challa had been taught by his parents when he was growing up so you were very honored to have been taught the dance. While it wasn’t really something you could just show off at a club or one of Tony’s parties, it was something you guys did when hosting parties in Wakanda for fellow government officials. And even though countless people had asked you how to dance the beautiful ritual you knew it was a secret you would share with T’Challa until you had your own children to pass it down to.


I hope you guys liked them! I tried to make them a little longer to make up for my constant absence!

Also requests are CLOSED… BUT I have gotten a few requests for the soulmate stores so f you guys had any ideas revolving around those (for Clint, Pietro, Loki, Tony, Bruce, Scott, or T’Challa) please send them my way! I would love to hear you guys’ ideas!! Ok love y’all!(:

Queen in the North {Pt. 2}

Originally posted by ladysarah94

Requested: By myself, because I am Trash™. Also some other absolutely lovely people.

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!

It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.

The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell.  It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.

So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.

“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”

You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.

“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.

“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”

“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.

“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.

“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”

You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.

You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.

“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.

“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.

She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.

The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.

You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.

“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.

You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.

You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.

You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”

“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.

“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”

“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.

“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”

You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.

You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.

Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.

“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.

“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.

“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”

“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.

“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.

It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.

You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.

And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.

Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.

“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.

“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.

“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.

“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”

And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.

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Remember Me: Part 4

A Bucky x Reader / drabble series

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: Here is Part 4. Sorry it’s taken me so long. Had to step away from the writing game, due to work and such. I hope you guys enjoy the direction this series is taking. Please let me know what you think! ♥

Other Characters: Steve, Tony

Word Count: 1,302

- talk of violence, torture.

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*gifs are not mine.

“Do you trust him?” you whispered to Bucky as you walked down the hall, his metal hand gripped protectively around your own. Since you first spoke to one another, he’d never stopped touching you in any way he could; whether his hand grazed the small of your back to lead you down the never ending hallways, or his fingers were brushing hair from the back of your neck. Each time he touched you, you felt electric bursts flutter across your skin, restarting your heart.

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fluff with peter? fluff with peter.

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @lovelybaka , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry , @aenna-4 , @mcheung0314 , @samanthasmileys

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When Nightmares Come a' Knockin

Dean x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: The Big Bad Wolf

A/n: I’ve got so many daughter fics stacked up in my head. So prepare for more.

Forever Tags: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate@fabulouslycassie@lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25 @lemonadegazeelle @i-am-an-outcast

It was a dream. Not one of those happy dreams little three year olds should be having, it was a nightmare. One where you were running so quickly your breathing picked up. Causing your chest to rise and fall heavily.

Just as the monster was closing in on you, you let out a screeching noise in fear inside of your dream. Yet somehow the noise manage to come from your sleeping body, sending your panicked dad rushing to your bedroom.

“Y/n?” Dean ran into the room, flipping on the light with a small pistol in his hand. The moment he saw you were passed out and had a look of fear on your face, he set the gun down.

He merely took a few seconds to regroup from thinking the worst. Rubbing his calloused hands over his face in relief before making his way over to you.

“Sweetheart, hey open your eyes baby.” His hands rubbed over your face gently, waking you up as easily as he could.

Two tear filled eyes shot open while your arms grabbed tightly onto Dean’s neck.

“The munsters was gon’ get me, Daddy.” You cried out in a muffled tone. Talking with your mouth against his shoulder.

“It was just a dream, there’s no monster.” Dean rubbed your back with one hand and held the back of your head with the other.

No! Munsters are real, Daddy! You an uncle says so!” Pushing away from Dean’s touch, you looked him right in the eye. “The big bad wolf was gon’ get my toes.”

“You remember what Uncle Sammy and Daddy do right?” He asked, wiping the tears from your crystal green eyes.

“Beat up munsters with Cassy.” You half sniffled, moving little strands of your brown hair out of the way.

“Daddy wouldn’t ever let any monsters get his little Princess.”

“Never ever never?” You asked, tilting your head to the side for reassurance with small puppy dog eyes looking up into his.

“Not ever. And Daddy’s got weapons to beat the bad guys and monsters up with.” Dean raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly.

“Like what?” You asked curiously. Your voice only barley hoarse from crying.

“Like these right here.” Balling up his fists he moved it forward a bit, making you giggle. “Now give me knuckles.” Just as he did, you balled your fist up as well. Pushing it to his.

As soon as you did, two hands scooped around to your sides. Tickling your ribs.

“If you see any monsters, what are you gonna tell em’?” Dean stood from your bed, covering you back up with your blankets.

“Daddy’s gon’ kick your butt!” You giggled with the most innocent of smiles.

“That’s my girl.” Bending down he placed a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll go take care of the big bad wolf for hurting my little girl. You get some sleep.” You nodded with a determined look on your face.

Turning off your light, Dean made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee. Sure it was only 1am, and he only got a few hours of sleep. But he promised he would make sure the monsters wouldn’t get you. And he meant it.

Come Through

COME THROUGH — send me your location. let’s focus on communicating ‘cause i just need the time and place to come through. send me your location. let’s ride the vibrations ‘cause i don’t need nothing else but you! ( location, khalid )

REQUEST — the reader, jughead’s younger sister, and archie like each other but have never acted on it. after the death of jason, both boys grow very protective of her.


CAUTION — graphic description of death; alcohol consumption.

NOTES — i just wanna take the chance to explain that any time i make a reader the sibling of a character it will rarely be by blood. it’s very easy to forget that not every fan’s white, and the last thing i want is for poc to feel excluded, so sometimes the reader could be a half-sibling or adopted or whatever i come up with so as to not isolate anyone. also, i don’t know if riverdale!jughead has a baby sister like comics!jughead does, but i included jellybean anyway because for real, how cute would it be if all the siblings had nicknames? juggie, jelly, and the reader as juicy? that’s so cute! lastly, i wrote this before the new episode, so jughead’s home life is tv show!canon-divergent but comic!canon. ( requests: open + i am in desperate need of some f/f )

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revision (jimin drabble)

summary: a really short, really quick jimin drabble i thought of bc his concept photos made my feel some type of way.

Originally posted by chimchams

“jimin, i swear, i know how to do quadratic formulas,” you rolled your eyes at your overly helpful friend sat across from you.

“are you sure? i just want you to do well,” he looked at you anxiously.

“jimin i swear.”

to tell the truth, you can’t even remember what a formula is. but jimin didn’t need to know that.

“now will you stop looking at me like a puppy with a broken paw? i’m gonna be fine jeez,” you give him a nudge with your elbow.

when you went to grab your glasses to get back to work, you realised, they’d disappeared.

“jimin? have you seen my glasses?”  jimin’s face changed to a smile and you saw right through it.

he was hiding them.

“jimin, i suggest you give them back,” you warned,“or i’m going to kill you.”

“i don’t know what your on about.”

you attacked first.

“jimin! give me back my glasses!” you had decided to tickle him into surrendering. but he was stronger than you. all of a sudden, the two of you were play fighting with one another.

jimin pinned you down and started tickling you, immediately going for your waist as you knew it was your kryptonite. you giggled and squealed, trying to catch your breath but not managing to.

his fingers stop for a moment, causing you to look up at him.

both of you were very close.

his hands were wrapped around your torso and his head close to your ear. you could hear his heavy breaths and feel each one on your neck.

you had never thought of jimin in any way other than platonically until now. but suddenly you noticed how good his physique was, his muscled legs and toned upper body. his smile was sweet and kind, just like him, and his jawline was sharp. the realisation flooded over you and before you even thought about what you were doing, you tilt your head into his and place your lips on his.

his weight shifts immediately, clearly caught off guard by your abruptness, but he quickly reacts and places his hands further down your back, finally landing on your butt.

your hands come up to his hair, running them through the thick locks. they rest at the back of his neck, pushing him into you further.

his lips make their way down your jaw, and onto your neck, sucking and nibbling slightly at it.

you were finding it hard to catch your breath, so you stop jimin from going any further. he came back up and looked at you with a smile, and you returned it.

“hey y/n?” you look into his eyes,

“Your glasses were on your head the whole time.”

A Perfect Day / Jinyoung

Summary : Anon requested a Drabble where Jinyoung gets home from practice and all he wants to do is cuddle and talk about his day

Genre : Fluff

Word count : 444


“5, 6, 7, 8, & pose, 2, 3, 4. Alright boys, great job! No one’s gonna be ready for what we got prepared for this comeback!” Jaebum clapped his hands twice, signaling that the boys could move from their ending poses. All of the boys collapsed on the floor, nodding and high giving in agreement.

“Jaebum-hyung! Are we going to run it anymore times?” Jinyoung asked. The rest of the boys stared at Jaebum with high hopes of finally heading home.

Jaebum looked at each of the boys’ hopeful faces before speaking, “Ah! What the hell,” he exclaimed while throwing his hands up, “let’s go ho-”

Before Jaebum had the chance to finish his sentence, the rest of the boys were already rushing towards the door. Jaebum laughed to himself as he gathered his thins and followed in the footsteps of his members.


You say in the couch, your favorite drama on the tv and your favorite snack on your lap. The door clicked softly, you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. Jinyoung was finally home from practice. The opened and you heard Jinyoung step inside and remove his shoes. You say patiently as you waited for your prince to join you on the couch.

Suddenly, you felt a weight on your body. As you looked down at the extra pounds, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, hello to you too!” Jinyoung shifted your body to where you were laying down on the couch. He huffed as he plopped back on top of you.

“Baby, I love you, but you need to shower.” You poked Jinyoung’s cheek softly.

“No, I need cuddles.”Jinyoung finally spoke up as he snuggled closer to you. If that were even possible.

You couldn’t help but be a little worried. He’s usually this clingy when he’s had a really bad day. You poked his cheeks once more. “Baby is everything alright? Did you have a bad day?”

“Nope.” He said while popping the ‘p’ loudly. “My day was perfect, I just want to cuddle you.”

You smiled lovingly at him before speaking again, “Well okay, my love. Do you want to tell me about your perfect day?”

Jinyoung gazed up at you, silently memorizing your features. “I would love to.”

He then launched into the events of his day, not missing one detail. You sat, running your hands through his hair. Your eyes never tore away from his as you listened intently to everything he had to say.

“… And now I’m finally home.. I’m feeling a little sore as I lay on the love of my life, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You both smile at one another, leaning in slowly. A perfect ending to a perfect day

anonymous asked:

How does one not only cuddle but cuddle very well?

The trick to cuddling is make sure you’re both comfy. If your arm is falling asleep or her neck is crooked at a funny angle it’s gonna be awkward. To cuddle well it is very important that you are both relaxed.

Next I highly recommend you keep your hands moving. Play with her hair, run your hand down her side, hold hands and do the thumb thing. Cuddling doesn’t have to be static and it’s a really nice way to be intimate without being sexual. 

Protip: cuddling is also an easy way to find out where someone likes being touched. Let your hands explore your partner WITHOUT groping. There are many other erogenous zones besides the major sex organs.

Cuddle often, it relieves tension and stress, and builds intimacy and affection. Also don’t worry if you get an erection. I’ve never met a girl in the world who got offended when she was cuddling a guy and he got wood. It’s natural and many women will take it as a compliment.

This has been cuddling tips with Todd, I’ll be here all week.

cutiemyselfkawaii  asked:

I don't know if requests are open or not but I would really like to make a request. Rfa+V+Saeran Reaction to an asexual MC. I'm asexual so I really needed it. (sorry if its against the rules )


whoo, guess who’s alive! I’ve had no wifi please don’t hate me
I just decided to link to the post with Zen rather than copying it here ^^; also!! to all my fellow aces out there, you’re valid af! don’t ever let anyone tell you that you aren’t! I love and support all of you <3

-Admin Ace in Space


  • has genuinely never heard of asexuality
  • so you sit him down and have a lil talk with him
  • he asks a TON of questions
  • at first he’s worried that he did something wrong or that you don’t find him attractive
  • but once you explain that you just don’t feel sexual attraction he relaxes
  • and asks you what you’re comfortable with and what he should avoid doing
  • whether or not you actually want to have sex, this lil bean is there to support you
  • never brings up anything on the topic of physical intimacy first since he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s forcing you into anything
  • he is still a cuddle monster, but you two find a good compromise
  • if anyone gives you shit for being ace, he gets all protective and keeps telling you how much he loves you
  • he would like to make love to you some day, but he’s okay even if that day never comes, it’s not like he has any experience in that area anyway


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  • when you tell her, she nods thoughtfully
  • asks you a few questions to clarify
  • honestly she’s so chill with it
  • she hasn’t been in a relationship for a while and whilst she enjoys sex, it’s not a necessity for her
  • she’s more than happy just relaxing with you, laying down with you and reading or watching a movie
  • sometimes she does get urges, but she would never pressure you in any way
  • so unless you’re okay with doing the do, she takes care of it herself
  • asks you how much physical contact you’re okay with and adjusts without complaint
  • Baehee is the best fight me
  • she leaves little hershey’s kisses around the apartment because she’s just??? that cute???
  • and whenever you feel insecure because of your asexuality, she sits you down, cups your cheeks, and tells you to stop being an idiot
  • this woman loves you so much holy shit


  • okay hear me out
  • I know this fandom likes to talk about Daddy Jumin and whilst I can 100% get behind the idea of him being dominant as fuck in bed
  • Juju is so on the ace spectrum
  • he is definitely in the gray area somewhere
  • maybe demi???
  • so when you tell him you’re ace he asks you all these questions
  • and listens to you very closely
  • “MC, I think… I can relate a lot to some of those things you said.”
  • you discuss what the two of you are comfortable with
  • he wants to save making love to you until after marriage anyway
  • whether or not he actually sticks to that is a different question, but there is never any pressure on either of you
  • your evenings are mainly spent chilling on the couch with Elizabeth 3rd and delicious food


  • he will not stop making innuendos all the time
  • he’s that guy who pulls out the plant jokes
  • ends up earning a lot of smacks for those
  • but really, he’s chill with it
  • you don’t have to explain yourself, just tell him you’re ace and he’s like k no problemo
  • you do have to tell him how much he can do before you get uncomfortable
  • because he does really, really like cuddling and kissing
  • and having you in his lap as he works
  • but if you say no, he’ll stop
  • he might get a little pouty, but at the end of the day he loves you, no matter if you two have sex or not
  • calls you his lil ace
  • because you’re asexual and awesome
  • and it rhymes with space whaaaat admin ace in space whaaaaat


  • not a single problem
  • he only asks for a lot of clarification because he would never want to do anything to hurt you in any way
  • help me this man is so soft
  • like Jaehee, he doesn’t need sex in a relationship
  • he’s more than okay with showing you his love in other ways
  • more than anything, he loves playing with your hair
  • there are cute polaroids of you two all over the apartment, all of them with some kind of a cute lil message written on them
  • when the insecurities hit, he wraps you in a blanket and keeps repeating how much you mean to him
  • “MC, I love you. Nothing will ever change that, especially not whether or not you want to sleep with me. Making love can be an important part in a relationship, but not everyone needs it, and we don’t need it. I know what we feel for each other without having to have sex.”


  • Saeran’s another one who’s always seen as very sexual and dominant and whilst he can be, he is still so bad at… well, existing around other people and being in a relationship
  • so honestly?? not having sex is kind of a good thing for him
  • there’s no pressure whatsoever, and he feels a lot more comfortable that way
  • he’s a bit uncomfortable with excessive physical contact, so he’s kind of glad you’re not clinging to him 24/7
  • you tell him you’re ace and what asexuality is, and he just nods
  • you two don’t discuss it much, especially since he’s kind of unsure about what he’s comfortable with
  • there’s a bit of trial and error as he gets used to being in a relationship
  • but you two end up knowing exactly what the other is okay with
  • he also vows to fight anyone who gives you shit for being ace
  • if he ever overhears someone saying something bad about you… well, that person’s definitely dead now
Monster Baby

Appearances mattered a lot to people. That was the only reason you could ever imagine your Young Woo being known as Monster Woo. If people saw him the way you did then they wouldn’t call him that at all. You lay on your side of the bed in silence, only a sliver of your eyes opened to see the display before you.

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20 Questions

55. Do you have any piercings?

97. Ding dong, motherfucker.

Character: Peter Pan from OUaT

I hope this is good, I’m not sure I love it… Also, TDOV (trans day of visibility) got me thinking that my fics aren’t accessible for everyone, so I tried to write this one with gender neutral pronouns. Let me know how I did!

Y/n was working on yet another assignment (which, if they were to tell the truth, they had procrastinated terribly on) in their room. It was a gorgeous spring night, and they had left their window open. The cool breeze was helping them focus. It was also keeping them awake. Luckily, they were almost done with their work. They checked the time and groaned. Two am.

“Are you done with that yet?” Pan asked, startling them.

Y/n sighed. “Peter, I would’ve been done an hour ago without all these interruptions.”

“Well, I’m bored. Play a game with me?” The question almost sounded like an order.

“The last time you asked me to play a game with you, we both ended up in a swamp running from an angry witch.” they deadpanned.

Pan chuckled. “Yeah, that was a fun day. This game includes less running and fewer witches, though, I promise.”

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’s this game called?” They set their pen down and turned to look at Pan.

“It’s called: ‘you let your very attractive boyfriend use magic to finish your homework and you come snuggle and get some rest.’ And ‘your boyfriend finally gets the attention he deserves.’ that’s an important part.”

By the time he’d finished his snarky sentence, you had already pushed your chair away from your desk and gotten settled in bed. Peter joined you a second later. Everything was warm and soft and comfortable. After a few minutes, though, you realized you weren’t falling asleep. You wondered if Peter was asleep yet. You shifted, trying to get comfortable. He nudged you.

“Y/n?” he asked.

“Mm?” you mumbled, pretending to be sleepy.

“Are you as awake as I am?”

You sat up, relieved. “Oh thank God, yes!”

He sat up, too. “Let’s do something else. Pick a game, any game.”

“Hmm… How about twenty questions?” you said.

“Twenty questions? But we already know each other pretty well.” he smirked, nudging you.

You blushed. “It’s better than swamp water smell in your hair.”

“True.” he shrugged. “Alright, I’ll start, then. Do you have any piercings?”

“What?” you blinked, processing the question. “Oh! Yes, I do. What’s your favorite color.”

“Oh no, no, no,” he said. “back to that piercing thing. I never saw it.”

“I don’t keep it in, most of the time.” you shrugged. “This isn’t how you play the game.”
“Screw the game, this is way more interesting. You’re a total ‘bad girl.’”

“Oh yeah,” you answered sarcastically. “I kick in doors like ‘ding dong, motherfucker,’ that’s totally me.”

Peter got a strange look on his face before bursting into laughter.

“Holy shit, Y/n, can you imagine?” he forced out, between chuckles.

Before long, you joined in. The rest of the night was spent passing jokes back and forth, but you didn’t mind. There were worst ways to pull an all-nighter than by hanging out with your boyfriend, after all. As you fell asleep, you wondered if you’d feel the same way during your test the next morning.

(8:25 am. No. No, you didn’t still feel good about last night’s choices. You dragged yourself out of class, absolutely certain that you’d failed that exam. You felt a headache coming on. Then you spotted Peter, waiting by a bench, carrying what looked like two coffees, and you smiled. Things were going to be okay.)

My Rhythm and Blues (Part One)

Wordcount: 2.867

Genre: Fluff / Slice of Life

Jackson x Reader
Description:  When Jackson asks you 20 dates to make you love him.


A/N: The moment you realise that underneath your heart of glass you’re quiet the romantic type and you feel the urge to write a fluffy scenario about that beautiful soul of Jackson. Yes, I know I’ve got many and many other stories to update; no, I didn’t forget about them; yes, I’m slowly writing them in the meantime but for the moment I needed something fresh and simple where I didn’t have to think too much.

Hope you enjoy it ^^

P.S.:  Jackson is an “Anima bella”, I can’t find other words to describe him. Protect him with all your heart

“What do you think of Jackson?”

You turn to the guy standing in front of you, who’s glancing with deadly seriousness, as if his life depends on this question.

Your right eyebrow perfectly curves in the exact instant he taps a white Reebok on the ground, silently pushing you for an answer, obliging you to ignore for a brief moment the paper pattern you were working on “… Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?”

Jackson looks at you as it should be obvious “Because the others don’t want to come here anymore and I have to do everything by myself and I can’t ask you: what do you think of me?, certain traditions must be observed.”

You glance at him shocked and the more he stays there with a dummy smile on his face, the more you ask yourself what did you do in your past life to deserve such a punishment: Jackson Wang that apparently has a crush on you.

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Artturi Lehkonen #1

Requested by Anon:  I was wondering if you could do an artturi lehkonen drabble that’s fluffy?? Have a good day😊

*Thank you so so much! I hope this is worth the VERY long wait. Enjoy!! :) and I hope you have a great day as well.*

Word count: 832

Originally posted by puckducky

The apartment was suspiciously quiet for a non-game night. Walking over to the kitchen, you noticed that there was something cooking in the crockpot and chilled champagne was inside a bucket full of ice. It’s not any of your birthdays, you just celebrated your anniversary, and the Habs still haven’t secured a playoff spot so… why is there champagne and pot roast in the kitchen?

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Endless Summer Asks!

1) Are you a fighter?
2) What is the hardest thing you’ve ever done?
3) Would you consider yourself trustworthy?
4) Do you like swimming?
5) How would you cope with change?
6) Where do you feel happy?

1) Are you a leader?
2) Do you stick with things until they’re done?
3) What is your best trait?
4) Favourite sport?
5) Would you rather be in the limelight or in the background?
6) How do you help people?

1) Are you badass?
2) What vehicles can you drive?
3) Have you ever gotten into a fight?
4) What is your ideal way to spend time on the weekend?
5) Can you trust others?
6) Do you enjoy being outdoors?

1) Are you tired of people?
2) Have you ever stolen something?
3) What colour would you dye your hair if you could?
4) Who do you never get tired of being around?
5) Which character in any Choices game would you punch?
6) Do you want to be someone?

1) Are you impulsive?
2) When have you been most disappointed in life?
3) What sports do you play?
4) How do you get along with people you don’t like?
5) Do you joke around or are you serious about things?
6) Would you consider yourself brave?

1) Are you chill?
2) Favourite food?
3) Favourite Choices book?
4) Who is your idol?
5) Where do you go to relax?
6) What’s your MBTI type? (alternatively, a character you can relate to in ES)

1) Are you a romantic?
2) Are you a nerd?
3) Favourite bit of trivia?
4) How do you feel about injustice?
5) What do you want to do in the future?
6) Where do you sit on the political spectrum? (alt- feelings on Aleister?)

1) Are you a person with high standards?
2) Would you ever tell your crush you like them?
3) What would you say if you were going to die?
4) Do you ever feel pressure from your family?
5) Favourite person in the whole world?
6) If you were a fruit, which one would you be?

1) Are you forgotten?
2) Do you feel like people don’t like you?
3) Favourite colour?
4) Significant other?
5) Would you rather have everything in the world or have your crush?
6) Where do you go when you’re feeling done with everything?

1) Are you helpful?
2) Any hidden talents?
3) Who is your greatest hero?
4) Favourite drink?
5) What is your mood mostly like?
6) If everyone turned on you, what would you do?

1) Are you secretive?
2) Do you go by a name other than your first name/given name?
3) Favourite item of clothing?
4) Have you ever beat someone up?
5) Would you kill someone for a friend?
6) Where do you feel safe?

1) Are you a good friend?
2) Who is your best friend?
3) Would you stick up for someone being bullied?
4) Could you tell your friend an honest truth that might hurt?
5) What makes you happy?
6) Favourite smell?

MC -
1) Are you surrounded by attractive people?
2) Do you want to be friends with everyone?
3) What is your biggest question about your life?
4) Would you want to be in the Endless Summer universe?
5) Can you resist cheating?
6) How many diamond choices have you bought for Choices?

Fox - Are you well liked?
Rourke - Do you want to rule the world?
Serpens - What lengths would you go to to help people?
Blue - How many languages do you speak?
Shredder - What would you like to forget ever happened?
Dossier - Have you ever struggled to hide something?
Graleister - Biggest ship in the Choices universe?
Select - What makes you special?
Password - Have you ever spoiled something for someone?
Iris - Which character from Endless Summer do you want to end up with?

(note: if I spelled anything incorrectly, sorry!)

How you two sleep

A/N: again, I don’t normally do josh/ang unless requested

Chris: You two would always spoon. Chris would curl around yu never really thought about it, that’s just how you always ended up sleeping, but he can’t sleep any way else because he needs to keep you safe even in his sleep.

Devin: You’d be curled up in a ball facing him. Your legs would be tangled together and your hands would always end up in each others hair because you’d usually play with it as you fall asleep.

Josh: He’d sleep on his back and you’d lie across his stomach with your hands on his chest. He’d keep an arm around your waist to keep you in place, but you’d often need to move or switch positions when the dogs crawl into bed.

Vinny: You two both move in your sleep, so you would never sleep the same way twice. You’d fall asleep one way then wake up when one of you had been shoved out of bed by the other. Your favorite nights though are when he falls asleep playing video games on the couch, so you’d curl up in his lap and fall asleep with your face buried in his neck.

Angelo: Ange knew you had trouble falling asleep with another person, so he’d wait until you fall asleep first (on your back) then he’d curl against you, loosely wrapping his arms around you and laying his head on your chest of against your neck.

Ricky: You’d both sleep on your back since it was more comfortable for both of you, but you have to be touching, sometimes your legs would cross, your arms would link, or he’d bring your hand to his chest, but it always had to be something so you’d know the other was there.

Ryan: You two would spoon as well, but you’d usually be on the outside since you’d get too hot otherwise. Your arm would be draped around him and he’d always have your hands locked in his. Some nights you’d switch and he’d plant kisses on the back of your neck until you fell asleep.