not gonna lie this was awful

Losing your virginity to Peter Parker would include..

- excuse the gif but it fits because homeboy is a whole ass NERD LMFAO

- anyways

- it happens at the absolute best moment when the both of you are ready

- peter being an absolute angel about it

- but also super duper nervous 

- not gonna lie he probably watched some porn beforehand

- ‘there’s no way i’m doing that’

- still has no idea what to do

- buying like 3 boxes of condoms because he didn’t know what size to buy (stay safe, kids!)

- literally wanting to die at the register, nearly runs out of the shop afterwards

- being the one that kisses him first, your heart jumping when you hear him moan and melt into your touch

- he’s in awe of your body 

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Never Would I

Harry’s unsure on what to do.

He’s standing tentatively near the edge of the bed, the sight in front of him not exactly being the one he deeply favored of.


He already choked down his pride as he’s the first to break the silence since even a single word wasn’t muttered by you the moment you quietly entered through the front door drenched in rain.

Harry gets uneasy every time you shift on the bed, your wet hair and clothes dampening the sheets with a massive headache already worsening, the cold air being a huge contrast to the warmth of your body increasing with your temperature.

“Let’s — let’s get you to dry clothes, yeah?”

Guilt’s slowly eating Harry alive as he knows he’s the reason of this, a lump forming in his throat as he very much regretted on how he didn’t pick you up when he had a chance to.

“Can yeh sit up for awhile, bub?”

You sighed, your vision blurring just by the slightest moment you do that made him quick on his feet to press his hand on the small of your back, no denying now that he feels awful.

It didn’t help him either that you were looking down on your feet instead of him when he was softly drying your hair put with his towel he only realized of now since he was slightly panicking.

It wasn’t the thing he did he’s scared of, but it’s you who’s sitting on the bed in complete silence, Harry’s arms supporting your back because he’s sure anything else would happen if he didn’t.

“Do — do you mind if I change your clothes while you’re sitting on the toilet seat, love?”

It was merely a nod that made him scoop you very gently into his arms and carry you to the bathroom before sitting you down on the closed toilet seat, shifting gazes quickly between you and the cabinet near him, the two articles of clothing he got coincidentially being his shirt and pajamas.

It was merely a nod too when Harry realizes he fears you being silent, that fears you in being such a state because of him. That it’s only the low hum of the airconditioner filling up the space.

It’s the fear when Harry realized you’re to fed up with him to the point that you’re not even looking at him. That it isn’t the words you said but the words you haven’t.

“You need to rest.”

He spoke heavily, sneaking a peek at you as he hopes you didn’t interpret it in the meaning in where he doesn’t benefit from it, his hold securing on you when he realized there is a possibility.

It only takes little for Harry to feel conflicted. And it only takes less for him to feel contented.

But seeing you lying down thoughtlessly with an unpleasant feeling, it only took him less than a second to feel remorse.

It made him feel it wasn’t worth it to squeeze a few more ideas about his songs and tour if he’d get this.

It’s the combination of situations that had a common denominator which was you that got to him so deeply.

“You couldn’t do it?”

It’s your weak tone that made his knees go soft and his hands to go against each other coarsely.

“You couldn’t sacrifice just a single day for me?”

Harry’s breathing picked up, knowing to himself that the studio session he went to today wasn’t even obligatory but he still went through.

“Y'know, even if it isn’t a day. You couldn’t pick me up from the own promotional party I’ve been thrown with?”

His fingers are shaking as he sat beside you shakily, a lump unknowingly forming in his throat since he knows you’re right.

“I’m not — I’m not asking much from you, Harry! But it isn’t — it’s unfair!”

There’s no point of his pride prevailing at the moment since he knows there isn’t anything to be proud of at the moment. Not a single thing.

“God, it doesn’t even feel like it was a celebration with this.”

He was quick on holding your wrist and shaking his head as if he’s begging for you to listen to him even though there aren’t any words coming out of him.

“Don’t — don’t-…”

“Oh, come on Harry. You know it’s true.”

Harry wants to deny it as much as he could until he finally believes his own lie but he knows he couldn’t.

“I’m-…” he’s stopped by his own nervousness and his lack of words coming into his mind, his bottom lip slightly quivering as he knows he’s gonna cry.

“Don’t say things when you’re gonna let me down anyway.”

Harry’s heartbroken over the tone of your voice and the hurt behind your words because the pain was seeping in as he’s letting out tears, his shoulders shaking.

“It — i-it isn’t. Wasn’t — s'not-…”

He’s incoherent, awe knocking in your walls that made you not resist to pull him closer to you.

Never my intention.”

Harry shook his head back and forth as he’s crying onto the pillow, looking at you with reddened and tear-stained features right when he’s speaking the utter truth.

“I never wanted to pain you this way. Just — never would I.”

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Sick Muse Starters

Feel free to mix and match!

“Are you alright?”

“You’re not looking to good…”

“I think you should stay home today.”

“Do you need to go to the doctor?”

“Let me make you some soup.”

“Would you like a blanket?”

“Ew, don’t touch me, what if you’re contagious?!”

“You just get comfy; I’ll put on your favorite movie.”

“You’re looking a little green.”

“Do you need a bucket or something?”

“Want a tissue?”

“Just tough it out, I’m sure it’s nothing”

“Woah, you look awful.”

“I’m not feeling too well.”

“Does everyone else feel the room spinning?”

“I think I need to lie down…”

“You need to take care of yourself.”

“I think you’re running a fever.”

“You sure you need to be here today? You’re not looking so good…”

“Do you want to go home?”

“Just rest for a while.”

“Do you need me to get some medicine?”

“I think I’m gonna puke.”

“You’re burning up!”

“Come on, I’m taking you to the doctor.”

“I can’t be sick, I’ve got work to do!”
“I just wanna sleep.”

“I feel like crap.”

anonymous asked:

So I just remembered something: Malibu gets earthquakes. Tony lived there for years, so what if designing quake-proof shit is just a habit, and one day in New York everything starts shaking cause of some villain and everybody else is just freaking out but Tony's just chill. Cause he's used to them. Everyone else is spilling their coffee and he's just calmly sitting while shit falls off the shelves and everybody else tries to catch the stuff. (Tree)

“Why are you not reacting more to this??” Sam yells,as he falls on his ass and spills his breakfast all over himself.

Tony, who’s still half-asleep at this point, pants slung low on his hips and hair falling into his eyes as he grips his mug of coffee and watches the rest of his team go into Panic Mode over the little earthquake, just shrugs. “I earthquake-proofed myself years ago. It’s a thing. I did Malibu for years.”

Steve looks incredulously over at him. He’s the only one who’s still on his feet- even Natasha and Clint have gone down. “What does that even mean?”

Tony sighs, and then shrugs, taking one last sip of his coffee before placing it in the sink and beginning to shuffle away. “Guess I’ll have to do the suit thing. Great. I just wanted coffee. It’s less than 10am. What the fuck. I hate villains.”

And with that, he just turns and walks away. Like the whole tower isn’t shaking apart around him. Clint calls out to him in panic as a bowl slides off the top shelf and flies off in direct collision with his head, but Tony literally just grabs it in midair. Like it’s nothing. Just grabs it and puts it back.

“Morning Tony scares the fucking shit out of me, I’m not gonna lie,” Bucky breathed in awe, as they watched him trundle down the stairs, yawning as he dodged a falling tile.

“Morning Tony is like watching someone getting possessed for three hours by a generally vague and unpredictable demon,” Natasha agreed.

“Morning Tony is a pain in my ass,” Sam grumbled, looking desolately at his spilt cereal. 

Wreck-It Ralph  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Thanks, Satan.”
  • “I don’t want to die!“
  • “I don’t have time for this.“
  • “You really are a bad guy.“
  • “Just let me out of here, please!“
  • “Oh, this place just got interesting.“
  • “I know, I know, I know. I’m an idiot.“
  • “Right… I’m sorry, you lost me there.“
  • “Why do I fix EVERYTHING I touch?”
  • “Flattery don’t charge these batteries.”
  • “Why are your hands so freakishly big?“
  • “I don’t wanna be the bad guy, anymore.“
  • “Step aside, sir. Random security check.”
  • “I’m just a bad guy. And I need your help.“
  • “Everyone here says I’m just a mistake…”
  • “Random, my behind. You always stop me.“
  • “If that little kid likes me, how bad can I be?”
  • “You wouldn’t hit a guy with glasses, would you?”
  • “Do you have any idea what you put me through?”
  • “You could stay. You could have your own castle.”
  • “You hit a guy. With glasses. That’s… well-played.”
  • “I don’t know. Why are you so freakishly annoying?“
  • “I don’t have to do boo! —– Forgive my potty-mouth.”
  • “News flash: neither one of us is getting what we want!“
  • “What’s going on in this candy-coated heart of darkness?“
  • “Doomsday and Armageddon just had a baby and it. Is. UGLY.”
  • “The selfish man is like a mangy dog chasing a cautionary tale.”
  • “I’m bad, and that’s good! I will never be good, and that’s not bad!”
  • “I hereby decree that everyone who was ever mean to me shall be… executed.“
  • “I met the most dynamite gal. Oh, she gives me the honey glow something awful!“
  • “Got a bit of a temper on me. My passion bubbles very near the surface, I guess, not gonna lie.“

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Originally posted by wcaohtbltorsoaff

Request: Imagine Jax overhearing you talk to Lyla about how you won’t get his crow because you think its unfair that the guys don’t get anything so Jax surprises you.


Jax wiped his hands on the rag before using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.
The afternoon was warm to say the least, the peak of summer upon them and all day Jax had been working in the yard.
Opie was helping him while you and Lyla lazed in the air conditioned haven of your living room while you helped Lyla plan the wedding. Only the two of you seemed to be doing more gossiping than actual wedding planning.
The boys were just about to head inside when Jax raised a hand, signalling Opie to stop.
“They’re talking about us.”
Opie rolled his eyes and tugged his shirt off over his head and used it to wipe the sweat from his brow while Jax pressed himself against the wall so he could hear more clearly.
“Jax was complaining to Ope again.”
He heard Lyla say, and although he couldn’t see you Jax knew you well enough to know you’d be rolling your eyes.
“What’d I do now?”
Lyla laughed. “You won’t get his crow?”
“Oh that, nah I told him no.”
“Why? Y/N do you know how many girls would kill to have his crow?”
The sound of your laugh rang out.
“Yeah yeah, lucky me.”
They both giggled.
“I just think it’s unfair, you know.”
“How? I have Opies.”
“Does he have a tat for you?”
“No.” Jax could hear the frown in Lylas voice and he slowly began to realise your reasoning behind your refusal to get his crow.
“I love the crows, I do. But I just think the guys should get something to show their loyalty to us too, ya know.”
Jax pushed away from the wall and turned to Opie who had found refuge in the shade.
“Done eavesdropping?”
Jax grinned and nodded.
“Do me a favour? Ring Happy, get him to come down.”
Opie nodded. “Can we go inside first, before I die of heat stroke.”
Jax grinned and they both walked inside.
You let out a wolf whistle as the boys entered the house, both shirtless and glistening with sweat.
Lyla laughed and jumped off the sofa and headed to the fridge, she pulled out two beers and offered them to the boys.
“You two wanna earn some extra cash?”
They turned to you, where you sat in the middle of the floor, a half empty bottle of wine next to you and a goofy smile on your face.
“What have you got in mind, darlin?”
“Wanna be the strippers for Lylas bachelorette party?”
Opie and Lyla laughed while Jax shook his head and walked towards you.
“That’s something I only do for you.”
You bit your lip and stood up slowly.
“Oh yeah?”
Jax nodded as he licked his lips and pulled you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you.
“GET A ROOM!” Opies voice bellowed and you both laughed and pulled away.

Two days had passed and you were draped across the sofa waiting for Jax to come home.
He had been busy with the club all day, which you were used to. But you weren’t used to how distant he had been with you.
You tossed your phone in your hand as you chewed your lip and every so often you stopped to check the time.
What was that saying about a watched pot never boiling?
After what felt like forever, but in reality was only an hour, the roar of Jax’s Harley echoed down the street.
You sat up and turned the tv off.
Gemma had drilled into you the unspoken ‘rules’ of being an old lady. But you weren’t like the others. You demanded respect and loyalty and in return you gave it back and you loved with every inch of you. You devoted your life to Jax and the club and you never asked questions when it came to club business. But this wasn’t club business, it was affecting your relationship and you wanted answers.
You perched on the edge of the sofa and waited for Jax to enter the house.
You heard the door shut and the thud of his sneakers hitting the floor as he kicked them off.
“Hey darlin,”
That token Jax Teller Smile was plastered all over his goddamned perfect face and you threw him a glare.
He stopped in his tracks and eyed you cautiously.
“What’s wrong?”
“You tell me.” You said coldly.
When he gave you a blank expression you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.
“You’ve been avoiding me for the last two days, Jackson. What the fuck is going on?”
A ghost of a smirk crossed his face and he carefully pulled the kutte off his shoulders and draped it over a chair.
“You can’t avoid my questions by getting naked. Not this time.”
This time he did smirk and he pulled his white tshirt over his head.
A gasp left your lips and you leapt off the sofa when you saw the white bandage taped to his chest.
“Are you okay? What happened?!”
You stopped in front of him, your face full of worry and panic and you ran your fingers over his sculpted torso, careful not to touch too close to the wound.
You looked up at Jax and his earlier smirk had faded and was now replaced with a strange expression that you couldn’t quite place as an evil plan formed in his mind.
“I got shot.” He whispered.
Your eyes filled with tears and you lifted your hand to your mouth.
Oh my god!
You pulled him carefully to the sofa and pushed him to lay down.
Panic was rising within you and you began to fuss over him, shifting the cushions on the sofa to make sure he was comfortable when he grabbed hold of your wrists.
“Babe I got shot,” He said.
“I know baby, oh god, have you seen Chibs? Are you in pai-”
“With your love.”
You froze. You lifted your gaze up from the white bandage to his blue eyes and found a spark of amusement within them.
“What?” You muttered.
“I got shot with your love.”
He flashed you a winning smile, his perfect pearly whites shining almost as brightly as his eyes.
You leapt of the couch and pounded the cushion in your hands against him.
“What the fuck, Jax!”
He laughed and grabbed hold of your wrists once more, seizing your soft attack and tugging you down onto the sofa.
You glared at him but watched as his hands released your wrists and moved to the bandage.
He carefully lifted the edge off his chest before pulling it away with one swift movement.
Your eyes widened as you took in the fresh ink on his skin.
Mirroring his ‘Abel’ tattoo on his chest was your name, delicately tattooed with intricate detailing on each letter.
The skin around it was still red from the rawness of the ink but you didn’t mind, your eyes sparkling with tears of pride as you looked at it.
“You like it?”
You met his gaze and before you could respond the cruel mess of his trick crossed your mind. He needed to be taught a lesson.
You shook your head.
“Jax I was gonna break up with you.”
His eyes widened and his face fell and it took everything you had not to break into a grin and admit your lie.
“What?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced down at the now permanent reminder of you across his chest.
“Yeah,” You nodded, unable to keep a straight face for much longer. “I’m just kinda sick of your sculpted abs and perfect cheekbones, and don’t even get me started on your huge d-”
His lips crashed against yours and only your laughter broke the kiss.
“Your awful.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled and pecked another kiss.
“So are you. It’s why I love you.”
He pulled away, a look of pure adoration on his face.
“Will you get my crow now?”
You nodded excitedly and Jax jumped off the sofa and scooped you up into his arms.
He threw you over his shoulder and carried you down the hallway and you let out a squeal as his hand slapped against your ass cheek.
Your mind racing with all the ideas for your new tattoo.


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07/06 I’m not gonna lie. I’m such a mess right now. And this happens to me eeevery single time right after an exam. So I had my exam yesterday and I went from extremely happy to this aweful lazy and grumpy mood. And now I need to get myself to study. I actually already studied like 30 pages but I could have done like 60 pages already. So guys, if you’ve got some motivation for me, share it. 😂 #day78

GOT7: dating Jackson would include

▪ literally the fluffliest of all fluff balls 

▪ always knows how to make you laugh. Always. Like you’ll just be sad about losing a game on your phone and he’d be like aw babe it’s ok do you wanna see me take off my shirt??? 

▪ and you’d probably agree after laughing don’t lie

 ▪ mark being the third wheel in most of your dates

▪ nah, like he’s actually a part of your guys’ relationship and you just accept it tbh nothing is gonna separate those two

 ▪ becoming best friends with Bambam as soon as you guys meet

 ▪ you two constantly teasing Jackson and coming up with inside jokes about the other members

 ▪ having to deal with Jackson’s pouty ass whenever he sees you talking to Bambam or Jaebum 

 ▪ “I mean I’m your boyfriend right?? Shouldn’t you talking to me about these kinda things???“ 

 ▪ “Jackson I was just asking for some chips” “…exactly”

 ▪ teases you so much. About anything and everything

 ▪ makes out with you while the others are near or within hearing range- on purpose, just to see if you can stay quiet. After a while he literally just begs you to moan his name 

 ▪ him surprising you with the sweetest gifts

 ▪ if he saw you eyeing something the other day, he probably already bought it 

▪ loves buying you jewelery and assisting you with putting it on 

▪ can you imagine him putting your newly bought necklace on you and tracing his fingers over your shoulders after he’s done bc he doesn’t wanna stop touching you oml

 ▪ you can’t even sit and watch a dang movie without him making a comment about everything or laughing about a certain actor 

 ▪ or he’s always trying to be sneaky and put a hand up your shirt “jagi, there’s no one in our dorm, let’s go…cuddle” “Jackson stfu they’re all sitting right here" 

▪ the most supportive boyfriend ever and will cheer you on for anything

 ▪ brags about you to anyone who will listen 

 ▪ “y/n is looking like an angel today. Where’s your halo, jagi???“ 

▪ you better prepare before a cuddling session with him bc he’s not going to let you go anytime soon 

▪ mostly bc he takes this time to be really honest and open with you and shares his deepest feelings. Teasing Jackson is gone and softie Jackson is here to stay 

▪ asks your opinion on everything. There’s been so many nights when you’ve come home and seen him sobbing over a picture of a puppy or kitten “y/n, can we please get one?“ 

▪ he prefers not to kiss you in public just because he values these intimate moments with you (no matter how much he wants to make the others jealous) 

▪ but in private he’s very touchy while he’s kissing you, and his mouth is everywhere 

 ▪ anyway, let’s not get carried away lmao

 ▪ pls treat this ball of fluff well and don’t ever let him drive 💜

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Good Little Angel

Good Little Angel part two

Good Little Angel part three

Good Little Angel part four

Good Little Angel part five

Good Little Angel part six

Good Little Angel part seven

Good Little Angel part eight

Word count: 1,553

Warning: angst, lots of fluff, smut, wing!kink

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Part nine of the Good Little Angel series!

Y/N has made her decision and goes back to Lucifer for a night of fun.

A/N: Hope you enjoy this part ;) next part should be up soon hopefully.

Originally posted by nickthevessel

You had made your decision. God was gone. Sam and Dean were back in their beds.

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anonymous asked:

Please can we get a couple of hcs for the chocobros & Ravus (& Ardyn if you write for him too!) with a s/o who is just as much of a picky eater as Noct (or maybe even worse)? Either way, I love your blog a lot, keep up the good work! 😘

This is super cute, because I can definitely relate to this one as a pretty picky eater myself. c: So here! Let’s write something for ya, dear anon~
(Really wanted to write for Ardyn too, but I got stumped. D: NEXT TIME WHEN I HAVE MORE TIME, FRIEND!)

Just Eat It! – Final Fantasy XV x S/O Picky Eater & Special Diet Headcanons

Noctis Lucis Caelum

  • It would be a pleasant evening, the two of you had thought. Going out to a nice restaurant that was not too loud, but not too formal to where you had to be quiet. Seemed nice enough.
  • The two of you sat down at your table, looking at the menus quietly in focus. Noctis was very particular about what he wanted to get, of course – Grilled Barramundi with rice. No veggies, no extra garnish. Just butter it up and grill it, and it’d be golden.
  • He noticed that you were really quiet in your place, gripping the menu with a rather bothered expression over your face. When he asked what was wrong, you merely said you were just looking still. He knew something was really bothering you, however.

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An orgasm is in order...

Prompt: Damon helping you when you can’t sleep after you boyfriend breaks up wth you, the next morning he deals with them.

Pairing Damon x  Reader

Warning Oral(female recieving), sex, smut, my terrible attempt at close and needy smut.

Word Count 1k

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R: Yes, I’m aware that it’s on. I just had to finish something up real quick.

R: I…realize that it’s been a while, and I’m sorry about that. But I’ve been a little busy.

R: If you direct your attention below my eyeballs, you’ll notice a lack of bags. I’ve been getting back on top of my sleep.


R: Well. Joly made me go talk to a doctor. That isn’t him or Combeferre, thankfully. 

R: Guess who’s an insomniac? It’s me! So I got some pills…that require I cut back on my drinking. Which blows. But, on the bright side of things, Enjolras noticed and gave me a hug.

R: He doesn’t really do physicality with me, so…I’m not gonna lie, it kind of made the whole thing worth it. The whole…trying not to be awful thing.

R: Éponine reminds me to take my meds. I have a good support group…it’s nice, actually.

R: Anyway, there’s big plans for today. The rally is here. Finally.

R: It’s about and all that, so I have to change shirts once I’m done painting, but then we’re gonna head over to the park and try to… I dunno, change the world, I guess. 

R: And after that…I’m going to ask Enj to come onto the blog.

R: I am scared shitless.

R: And I don’t necessarily want to tell him how I feel about him, but…I want to talk to him. I’m ready to talk to him. I need to talk to him.

R: So um…yeah. Let’s do it, I guess.

R: Don’t worry. We’ll do it together. If you guys haven’t lost interest in me yet.

“For the first time ever, you’re gonna look on the bright side?  Y-you don’t have to sugarcoat this, come on.  You never do that. You’re always real with me about how much everything sucks.”

“Steven, I always lie to you about things being awful because I think not caring makes me look cool.”

“Don’t think that got me very far in life.  Maybe you shouldn’t take it for granted that I was the one with all the answers, huh?”

“Look, I-I think we both know I’m the worst person in the world at this bright-side thing, okay?  Maybe it’s time I listened to the best one, huh?”

“…Maybe.  You wanna get out of here as bad as I do?”

“I am so not in a state of mind where I can joke around about that, Steven.  Let’s just make a plan, okay?”

“Heh, y-yeah.  Yeah.  Aquamarine’s not gonna know what hit her.”

“You do realize I can hear every word that comes out of your mouths, I hope?”

“Bite me, ya overgrown windshield splatter!”

“Seriously, Steven, where do you find these people?  So rude.”

tayzamalfoy  asked:

Could you do a Sirius imagine where he's constantly and annoyingly teasing you all day during homework and potions and in charms he keeps making your hair float and everything and you get so annoyed but still love him and by the end of the day he sits you down with all your bestfriends the marauders and he somehow just says he did all that just for a hug?? It's a bit generic but a little twisty, I hope it's fun to write!! Sirius moods are quite a frequent thing I find ☺️X

Character: Sirius Black
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

Note: Not gonna lie, I thought this was going to be a dirty request but then I read it all the way through and awe it’s so cute ❤️❤️x

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“Sirius, quit it,” you muttered as the dark haired boy beside you poked your arm for the umpteenth time that hour.

“Don’t want to love, class is boring and this is entertaining,” Sirius replied with a cheeky grin, continuing with the exact act you just told him to stop.

“Sirius please!”

”’S not a nice tone of voice is it now, kitten? I’d prefer it if you said that in more of a moan,” he smirked, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh.

You placed your hand over his and pushed him away, “Let me do my work, Sirius, I’ll talk to you later.”

Sirius sighed, staring around the charms classroom and frowning. He caught James’ gaze from across the room, and smirked at him.

He turned back to you and grabbed his wand from his pocket, pretending as though to practise Charms like every other person in the room, however instead he began making your hair flip around your shoulders instead.

“Sirius! What do you think you’re doing now?!” You grumbled as you turned to face him, glaring at his sheepish expression.

"Just wanted your attention, love,” he admitted, trying out his puppy dog eyes on you.

You stared at him, uninterested. “Go and annoy somebody else, not me.”


You sat down on the couch in the common room opposite James and Lily, who were cuddled up close and sighed.

"Does anyone know what was up with Sirius today? He seemed more… annoying than usual,” you asked.

"He’s Sirius Black. He was probably overreacting about something again,” Lily spoke with an eye roll.

"Hey Evans! Are you talking about me?” The black haired boy entered the room and plopped himself down across your couch - and you.

"Sirius - ouch - get off me, please! What is up with you? You’ve been so irritating all day!”

"Love,” he said with a pout as he looked into your eyes, “I only wanted a hug!”

"Aww,” you cooed, your eyes softening as you wrapped your arms around your big baby of a boyfriend, “You should have just said so!”

"Are you still mad at me?” Sirius asked, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Not anymore my dear.”


  • Wish me luck out there.
  • That’s pretty good.
  • Nice to see you again.
  • Thank you. That was very nice. Thank you.
  • We’ve all gone too big too fast.
  • You totally forget the lesson.
  • We’re all violent here, but you’re very friendly.
  • I don’t like confrontation.
  • I’ve never been in a fight before.
  • Do not fuck with me.
  • You could pour soup in my lap and I’ll probably apologize to you.
  • I’m so open and vulnerable.
  • I got married since then.
  • I love saying “my wife/husband.”
  • Stay away from my wife/husband!
  • Marriage is gonna be very magical.
  • Being married is so nice.
  • I never knew relationships were supposed to make you feel better about yourself.
  • I’d been in relationships where I got cheated on, like, long ones.
  • I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a long relationship where you got cheated on, but it changes your whole worldview. 
  • How could another person kill someone?
  • I’m not gonna do it, but I totally get it.
  • No one else can have you.
  • I don’t care about that.
  • It’s just creepy to have an ex out there after things have ended badly.
  • They have a lot of information.
  • Anyone who’s seen my dick/pussy and met my parents needs to die.
  • That’s not even a situation.
  • Aw, she’s/he’s ugly.
  • I know that’s awful, but wouldn’t you give a million dollars to see that video? 
  • Cause you know, how you lie to your parents. 
  • I got this under control.
  • They introduced a bunch of new shit.
  • Let’s see. What problems can we solve? Problem one. No.
  • It’s just a little bit wrong, isn’t it?
  • I don’t have any children, I have a dog.
  • Go tell your fucking jokes.
  • Let’s pretend. It’ll be fun.
  • Let’s talk before we go in.
  • What is the animosity about?
  • So, this could be an office. Or maybe a nursery.
  • I went outside about as much as Powder from the movie Powder.
  • I didn’t mean to make it sound like we/I don’t want children. We/I don’t, but I didn’t mean to make it sound like that.
  • Sometimes babies will point at me, and I don’t care for that shit at all.
  • You’re never too young to learn our national no-snitching policy.
  • Someone can’t keep a secret!
  • It’s fun to be married.
  • I’ve never been supervised before.
  • I’m supervised. 
  • I had no supervision when I was a kid.
  • No one cared about my opinion. No one cared what I thought.
  • What do you think you’re doing?
  • I think Emily Dickinson’s a lesbian.
  • That’s not how life works.
  • I have had a very long day.
  • My dad/mom loved us. He/she just didn’t care about our general happiness or self-esteem.
  • My dad/mom is cold-blooded.
  • Are you going to talk the entire time?
  • No one look at me or I’ll kill myself.
  • Hello? Hush!
  • What kind of a person are you?
  • I need you to believe me.
  • Remember, ______, at five o'clock, you need to keep looking like a hard-boiled egg.
  • I think about that every goddamn day.
  • The things they/you say mean nothing to
  • them/you, but they mean everything to me.
  • Eat ass, suck a dick and sell drugs.
  • I’m sorry you all had to hear that.
  • What should I do with my life?
  • What the hell is/are he/she/you trying to pull?
  • Hey, can I walk ya home?
  • It’s not like he’s/she’s gonna remember you.
  • What the hell are you talking about?
  • It was the best night of my entire life.
  • You have the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair.
  • In terms of instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin.
  • I have a lot of stories about being a kid because it was the last time I was interesting.
  • You should be nervous.
Butterflies (Anthony x Reader)

Word Count: 2,295

Warnings: Swearing?

Authors Note: I hate this fic. I think I did a terrible job and I’m so sorry. Regardless, LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF IT! 

Request: Could I get an Anthony fic where the reader is in the Ham band & was in the 21 Chump St band (pref violin) so they became friends. He sings ‘what the heck I gotta do’ to her @ Ham but she is still oblivious until Lin points it out & they get together 

Btw ^^^ that was my very first cast request. It’s been a long time.


You walked into the Richard Rodgers with a duffel bag and your violin, desperately trying to get to your dressing room after the rough morning that you’d had.

“Here let me take this for you.” You heard a voice say. You peeked over your shoulder and you saw Anthony motioning at your bag.

Before you could protest, he took it from your grasp and hung it over his shoulder. You gave him a grateful smile and he returned one.

“So how was your morning?” He asked trailing behind you.

“It was the worst morning ever.” You groaned, turning around to point out the coffee stain on your sweatshirt. You opened the door to your dressing room and Anthony put your duffel bag down.

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him, he took his hand to move a stray hair away from your face, and you blushed slightly.

You guys had this friendship. You didn’t know what to call it. He was extremely flirty yet he was with everyone, so you couldn’t get your hopes up. He was obviously attractive and you had developed some sort of crush on him, but you made sure you kept your feelings in check. Your stupid crush wasn’t worth ruining your friendship.

The intimate moment was shattered when Lin popped his head into the dressing room.

“Hey -oh. Continue.” He giggled before running off.

A pink blush covered Anthony’s freckled cheeks and he pulled back, realizing how close you two were.

“Uh well, good luck with the show, although you won’t need it!” He said with an embarrassed tone, heading for the door. You wanted to stop him, and tell him to get rid of the butterflies in your stomach that he’d started, but all you could say was:
“You too!”

You sighed and headed for the stage, looking out for Alex.

Instead of Alex you found Lin.

“Hey Y/N” he waved, and you made your way over to him. “Did you finally kiss him?” he joked referring to you and Anthony. You shoved him in the ribs and groaned. Lin was practically like an older brother to you and he the only one who knew of your feelings toward Anthony. You had told him when you worked with him in 21 Chump Street and to this day, you regretted it as he never let it go.

“I never should have told you that I liked him.” you groaned and buried your head in your hands to hide the blush that spread your face whenever you talked about Anthony.

“Aw look! You’re blushing.” he cried out.

“I swear I’m going to kill you one day.” you replied dryly.

“Hey, one day you’ll be thanking me.” he said winking and walking away.

You headed down to the pit to set up for the show that day when you ran into Hope.

“Oh, Hey Y/N!” she said walking with you backstage.

“Hey, Hope. What’s up?”

“Apparently you and Anthony.”

“How the hell does news spread so fast in this theater?” you said shaking your head

“Well, personally, I think you’d be so cute together. He’s so sweet to you.” she said walking into her dressing room. You didn’t reply with anything but a grunt. “Oh and today after the show some of the crew and I are gonna go up to the roof, you should come.” she suggested.

“Maybe.” you mumbled as you walked away.


The show finished fast too fast and you decided you were going to go out of the theater. You needed time to think and to relax without being around the rowdy cast, and Anthony. Of course. You pulled on a sweater and were just a few steps from the door when you felt somebody grab you from behind.

“Ahh” you shrieked.

You turned your head to see Lin with a wide smile on his face.

“Where do you think you’re going missy?” he asked you, still carrying you.

“Away. From here. From you.” you groaned.

“I don’t think so.” he sang.

You didn’t know where he was taking you until the stairs to the roof approached,

“Oh, no. no . Hell no. If you think.” you began laughing but just then Anthony approached from behind Lin seeing you in his arms and laughing. He cleared his throat and Lin turned around causing you to hit your head on the wall as he moved too fast.

“Fuck.” he said as he heard the loud bang. He promptly put you down and used his hand to examine the damage done.

“Here, I’ll go get an ice pack.” he said rushing off.

“Wait. Don’t leave me here wit-” fuck.

“Are you alright Y/N?” Anthony asked, tense.

You rubbed the growing lump on your head, “I think?”

“Don’t touch it.” he said and he moved closer to you and you swore you couldn’t even feel your head. The only feeling was your heart fluttering and butterflies in your stomach. He gently cupped your face and tilted it down to look at the lump. You felt your face heat up at the contact and you felt your knees go weak.

“Do you still want to go up?” he asked and you couldn’t form words.

“I-I. um. I”

“Boy you must’ve hit your head hard.” he said pulling you in for a hug. This wasn’t your first hug, but every time your body ignited at his contact and you felt yourself wanting to stay there in his arms forever. You relaxed your head so that it was leaning on his shoulder.

“Are you going to be ok?” he asked when he finally pulled away.

“Yeah.” you whispered.

“Here, let’s go.” he said letting you go up the stairs first. His hand never left your lower back as he guided you up the steps.

Once on the roof, you found your spot next to Renee as you sat down next to her.

“Are you ok?” She asked noticing your change in your usual happy demeanor.

“Yeah. I just hit my head that’s all.” you lied. It was because of Anthony. It felt like you were in a dream from hitting your head too hard.

“Awww my poor baby!” she shrieked as she dramatically wrapped her arms around you. When you didn’t laugh she realized how serious it was.

“What’s wrong?” Oak approached you hearing Renee.

“Y/N hit her head and I can’t even get a laugh out of her.”

“I can change that.” Oak said

“Hey, Y/N, What did everybody say about the mushroom?” he asked.

“What?” you decided to play along

“That he was a fungi… Get it like fun guy?”

You sat and stared at him with your best resting bitch face.

“Oookayy. Maybe not.” he muttered.

“What’s going on?” Anthony asked as he approached you guys.

Before you could say anything, Oak beat you to it.

“Y/N’s being a meanie and not laughing at any of my jokes.” he said

“Oh, boo hoo.” you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Hey Ant, bet you can’t get Y/N to laugh.” Oak challenged.

You faced Anthony with a stone face and cocked an eyebrow at him as he thought of what to do. Just when you thought he was going to tell you a stupid joke like Oak, he began singing.

“What the heck I gotta do to be with you.” he sang and you instantly froze at the familiar song.

“What the heck I gotta doooooo to be with youuuu.” he said pointing at you and dancing in circles around you, slinking his body around. You couldn’t help the small smile that cracked your face as it eventually turned into a fit of giggles.

“See! I knew it!” He exclaimed as he clapped his hands together.

Once you had your laughter in check you saw Lin standing by the door with an ice pack in one hand and a smirk on his face. He gestured to Anthony with a smug look on his face. You couldn’t help the blush that spread your cheeks as you shook your head, laughing. Anthony, suddenly aware of your behavior, followed your line of vision to Lin. Of course. He tensed slightly before excusing himself.

“I’m gonna head down.” He said bitterly.

“Aw, Anthony. What’s wrong?” You asked putting a hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you, a forced smile on his face.

“I’m just not feeling too well.” Not a lie, he thought. You and Lin seemed to be awfully close recently and he wasn’t sure what he was feeling until just then. It was jealousy.

“Oh. Alright then. Feel better.” You gave him a smile and let him go. On the way down he purposefully bumped shoulders with Lin and headed down the stairs as if nothing had happened. Lin gave him a dirty look and opened his mouth to say something when he closed it promptly, a devilish smile spreading his face.

“Are you and Anthony ok?” You asked, seeing the whole ordeal unfold before your eyes.

“No, but I know how you can help.” He said pulling you aside from the others and handing you the ice pack. You thanked him before pressing it to your head.

“How? Do you want me to go talk to him?”

“Not exactly” he said. “You need to tell him that you like him.” He blurted.

“WHA- no! No way!” You shook your head.

“Please Y/N our friendship is on the line!”

“Yeah well so is ours if you make me do this.” You challenged back.

“You don’t understand Y/N.”

“What? What don’t I understand? The fact that you’re trying to make me look like a fool?”

“He likes you.” Lin said softly and you felt your limbs go weak.

“What?” You said in a whisper.

“Don’t you see it? The times he takes your bag for you, when he always tries to make conversation with you before each show, when he gives you compliments, when he can’t take his eyes off of you, the physical contact?” He sighed when you still looked shocked. “I wanted you to find out for yourself or for Ant to grow a pair and tell you but you two have been beating around the bush for too long and I’m so anxious just watching you two. You all are like a bomb ready to explode.” He said.

You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say, but you didn’t need to say much as Lin already knew what you were thinking.

“So please. Just go talk to him.” He said pushing you to the doorway. You let your body take over before you could talk yourself out of it. The truth was, you wanted to tell him just for the small chance that Lin might be right and that Anthony might like you.

You floated down the stairs and to Anthony almost in a dream like trance. The door was cracked open and you gave it a soft knock.

“Listen, Lin I’m sorry man. I dunno what’s gotten into me… sorry.” You heard him make his way to the door and swing it open.

You saw him shirtless due to the NYC summer. His hair loose as he looked frustrated and like he had been pacing the proximity of his small dressing room. You felt your knees buckle and Anthony promptly grab you by your waist and hold you up as you stumbled.

“Woah, are you alright?” He asked as he helped you to your feet once more. “That head bang really must’ve done something to you.”

“No” you said in a quaver.


“It’s you.”

A look of confusion spread his face as he looked into your eyes to try and decipher what you were trying to say.

“I-I’m sorry? I dunno what I did but-” he started trying to make things right.

“Whenever I’m by you I get all light headed and my knees go weak. All I feel are the butterflies in my stomach whenever you touch me and I can’t stop the blush that spreads whenever you speak” you said almost in one breath.


“Wait… don’t. I’m not done”

He quickly shut his mouth but his grip on your waist tightened.

“And I don’t know how you can do this to me. And I don’t want to hide it anymore because I want all of it. I want to get light headed and weak kneed when you’re by. I want to feel the butterflies in my stomach when you touch me. And I want to be flustered when we talk. I want it because I love the way you make me feel.” You stopped to take a breath.

Before you knew it, Anthony pulled you in from the hallway and pressed you up against the door to close it. Your breath hitched. The space between your lips was almost nonexistent.

“How would you feel if I did this?” He murmured against your lips before pressing them fully onto yours. His hands were on your hips and your hands found their way to his curly locks. You could’ve sworn that you were in heaven the way his lips made you feel. One of his hands made it’s way to your face as he caressed your cheek and you went limp against the door.

He pulled back slowly his eyes still closed. When he opened his eyes, his hazel eyes had a spark in them as he looked into yours.



“You give me butterflies too.” He said before he closed the gap between your lips once more. You hummed against his lips happily as the butterflies in your stomach erupted as his lips moved against yours.

You could get used to this feeling.

daziy  asked:

Which six states are the important ones?

The Only Seven* States That Matter: A Definitive List. 

1) Pennsylvania(PA)- The literal birthplace of America, lots of historical sites, two and a half major cities, snack food central, has relatively competent people living in it**, Pennsyltucky and Bumblefuck are places that provide tactical advantage, in the event of a nuclear holocaust/modern day Library of Alexandria-esque catastrophe, the Amish would be able to teach people how to start over, thus cutting some time off the next dark ages. Definitely important. 

2) Florida(FL)- Makes big bucks tourism wise. Alligators can be used as a means of defense if things start getting tough. No one actually likes being there long-term, but the people who don’t live there don’t KNOW that, so it gives out-of-staters a goal to work towards so they don’t have to focus on the fact that they are working pointlessly for no actual reason, they are just replaceable hamsters in the wheel of business and they are wasting their lives even though money is but a man-made concept***. A good place to simply send your older relatives when they start getting too racist and you don’t want to deal with them anymore, the heat and bugs are there to punish them. Gives us funny news headlines. Oranges will be good for us in the next dark ages. Important. 

3) California(CA)- Big. The entertainment business is mostly there which could help lift spirits in the dark times. Surviving wine vineyards will help us go on like the ancients did. Lots of landscape to work with. Even though the American Dream is dead, the state still powers on, which holds a poetic beauty to it. Important. 

4) Massachusetts(MA)****- This place holds a bizarre power beyond human comprehension. Lots of important and historic sites. Super pretty no matter what season it is. Has like, a shit load of weird cryptid sightings. Strong seaport. Important. 

5) New Jersey(NJ)- Although New Jersey is mostly just a poser state that’s trying to hard to be PA and NY at the same time, it is unfortunately still relevant. A lot of nice beaches and tourist spots. A mostly calm place. Gets mentioned a lot even if nothing happens there. It’s true power is the fact that no one actually likes it that much- liken it to the plot of the book/movie the duff. New Jersey existing boosts up how much better the other states are. Relevant. 

6) Texas(TX)- Whether You Like It Or Not, This State Is Going To Make Itself Important. 

7) Hawaii(HI)- Rich and interesting history. Multiple islands to work with. Gorgeous landscape. Is objectively better than mainland America but isn’t treated well by them and has to deal with annoying tourists. Kinda like the cinderella story but told with states. Hopefully, once we begin working to get through the new dark ages, we’ll be able to work out a better system with them because they deserve better. Everyone loves to fantasize about it. Important.


*- The Co-Creator of this list and I have a bit of a disagreement going. I say New York is not a relevant state because it only offers one important city, but she insists that it belongs on the list. She told me it’s part of her ‘master plan’ in which we will move all important cities into PA and NY, but followed up with “it’s very complicated and I’ll give you the details when I have time”. I have yet to receive the details, so I’ve omitted New York from this list for that reason and also because “Eight States That Matter” has less of a nice ring to it. 

**- Pennsylvania does unfortunately also have rednecks living in it, but they are in a minority and are relatively easy to deal with. If push comes to shove, during the new dark ages they’d be good for defense and protection- they care about their land more than their politics. 

***- I like to compare people dreaming of retiring to Florida to the plot of the movie The Island. You work you’re whole life with dreams of retiring in a paradise, but really everything is an awful lie and the government is just going to harvest your organs instead. 

****- There’s actually nothing else to say regarding Massachusetts, but I spelled that correctly on the first try with no spell check, and like, I’m just really proud of myself. 

This Has Been Your Definitive List

When’s The Wedding? / Conor Maynard

Request:  Can you do a conor imagine where he goes to the readers annual family dinner and they’re being really cute in private and their family tease them?

“Conor, babe, are you almost ready?” You asked, looking at your reflection on your full-length mirror.

“What shirt?” He asked, walking back into your shared bedroom.

You looked at the two shirts on his hands and pointed at the white one. He put it on quickly and you helped with the buttons, kissing his lips softly once you were finished.

“You really don’t have to go, you can go out with the boys.” You smiled.

“I missed it last year, they’re going to think I’m a bad boyfriend if I don’t go to this one.”

“They wouldn’t.”

“You look gorgeous, by the way.” He said as you were applying perfume to yourself.

You smiled at him through the mirror. “So do you. Do you have everything ready? Remember we’re staying at my parent’s for two days.”

“Yep, I know. Everything’s in the car, don’t worry.” He said, as you both started walking towards your front door. “Do you want me to drive?”

You nodded. “Please.”

Three hours later, you were entering your hometown, memories flooding your mind as you drove through the streets you had walked along thousands of times, for years. You didn’t get to go back as much as you wanted because you and Conor seemed to always be too busy, but once a year, you left a few days free of any activity for one special thing: the annual dinner. You never missed one and you weren’t planning on doing it any time soon, either.

It was something you had done your whole life, and even though some people may find it a bit tedious to sit at a table with your whole family, you absolutely loved it. You were always close to your family, even though it was a big one, you were all close and loved each other. There just was something about that night that always felt special, maybe it was your grandparents seeing all their sons, daughters and grandchildren all together or being able to see how everyone is building their lives year by year.

Two years ago, you decided to invite your boyfriend, Conor, to one and loved seeing him getting on so well with your family, it was like he became a part of it that night. Last year though, unluckily he couldn’t go because he was in America but to your surprise, everybody asked why he hadn’t come and the thought of your family caring so much for him warmed your heart. You were glad they loved him so much, because even from the start of your relationship, you knew you were going to fall for him, hard. And you did. You both did.

“Babe, we’re here.” Conor said as he parked the car, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Are you okay?” He asked, turning to you a bit.

“Yes.” You smiled. “Let’s go, I wanna see everyone already.” You said excitedly, making him chuckle.

“Well go on, I’m gonna get our things.” He kissed your cheek.

You got out of the car, running towards your parent’s house front door, knocking on it loudly out of pure excitement. Your mum was quick to open it and engulfing you in a tight hug and when she let go, you were quickly wrapped in your dad’s arms.

“How are you?” You asked them, letting go of your dad.

“We’re good, and you? Where’s Conor?” Your mum asked, her face radiating happiness.

“I’m here!” He answered, going to hug your mum and shaking hands with your dad.

“We’re good, too.” You smiled, as Conor placed his hand on your back.

“Well, come on. Everybody’s in the back.” Your dad said, and you nodded.

“We’re just gonna get our stuff to my room, first.”

Grabbing one of the bags Conor left on the floor by his feet, you started walking up the stairs, him following close behind. Once in your room you left the things on the bed and turned to look at him, a smile on your face as you caught him looking at himself in your old mirror. You walked to him and hugged him from behind, going on your tip toes to let your head rest on his shoulder so you could watch him through the mirror.

“Are you sure I look fine?” He asked. “Like, it’s stupid that I’m a bit worried because I already know them but, I don’t know.”

“You worry because you care, it’s okay.” You kissed his shoulder before standing in front of him. “You look fantastic, babe. Really, really handsome.” You pecked his lips.

Lacing your fingers with his you walked to the back yard, where your whole family cheered to say hi when they saw you two, and after greeting everyone and catching up a little bit with your cousins, you and Conor sat down at a little table with some of your uncles and aunts.

You smiled, watching Conor talk with your uncle about god knows what, seeing how he would listen carefully to what he was saying before answering with a smile or laughing, and even though he was almost turned all the way towards your uncle, his hand was on your thigh, his thumb drawing invisible shapes on it every now and then.

“That, right in your eyes, is a look of pure love, dear.” Your aunt said, leaning in to say it to your ear.

“Sometimes I just look at him and just think about how much I love him, is that weird?” You asked, making her laugh as she shook her head lightly.

“Not at all, sweetie. Happens to me all the time.” She smiled. “It’s like on a daily basis you don’t think of how much you love him and then when you realize is like, wow, I love this guy way more than I thought.”

“Exactly.” You laughed.

“Everyone, dinner’s ready!” Your mum yelled, taking some plates to the dinner table in the middle of the garden.

It took you all a few minutes to settle down, you were quite a few people and sitting almost seven children down for more than five seconds was quite the challenge, but somehow you managed to do it, and started eating.

“Do you want some of this, Rosie?” You heard Conor say, and you looked at him, only to find that your four year old niece was sitting comfortably in his lap.

“Yes, please.” She nodded.

“Rosie, come here, let Conor eat.” Your brother said.

“Oh, no. It’s okay, she isn’t bothering at all.” He answered quickly, making you smile.

“So Y/N, Conor, when’s the wedding?” Your other brother asked.

“What wedding?” You asked, confused.

“Yours, of course.” He answered and you blushed.

“Oh, I can just imagine my little girl walking down the aisle in a white dress, you’d look so beautiful. You’d make a gorgeous bride, honey?” Your mum said dreamily.

“Mum, please!” You said, not daring to look at Conor. “It’s too soon.”

“I proposed to your grandma after less than a year together, sweetheart. It’s love, it’s never too soon.” Your grandpa said, smiling. “Besides, I want to be there on your wedding day, and dance with you.”

You smiled and looked at Conor, who was smiling. He looked at you and you mouthed ‘sorry’ to him but he just shook his head and squeezed your hand a bit, letting you know it was okay.

“Yeah man, you just gotta pop the question.” Your brother said, looking at Conor.

You were sure you were as red as a tomato, how could you not be? You never really talked about the future with Conor, only once, and even though you were sure that you wanted to be with him for as long as you could, you didn’t know what he thought, so when he answered your brother you were surprised, his words making you melt inside completely.

“I will do it,” He smiled “I’m just having a hard time picking the ring.” He finished.

Hours later, you were both changing onto your pajamas, ready to go to bed. And even though you were tired, your mind was racing, his words playing over and over in your head. You brushed your teeth and got into bed, your head finding its usual place on Conor’s bare chest.

“Is it true?” You asked. “That you’re trying to pick a ring?” He hummed.

“I wouldn’t lie to your family.” He smiled. “I know I’m not supposed to tell you, but the words just flew out of my mouth.”

“Do you really want to spend the rest of my life with me?” You asked in awe.

“Can’t see myself with anyone else.” He kissed the top of your head. “Do you?”

“Of course.” You smiled. “Wait, this isn’t you proposing, right?” He laughed.

“No, I want it to be more special and something we won’t forget. I’m not gonna tell you when I plan on doing it.” You nodded. “So, we’re gonna get married, have an amazing honeymoon, have amazing sex,” You laughed “ have kids in a few years and grow old together, doesn’t sound bad, huh?”

“Not at all.” You kissed him. “Specially not the sex part.”

“Hmm, I know you would like that part, baby.” He smiled.

Mingyu crushing on you !! // scenario

Originally posted by visual-17

A bullet-point scenario starring everyone’s favorite housewife and puppy Mingyu!

Request scenarios and reactions on my page if you’d like :)

- I love Kim Mingyu

- you know why?

- it’s because he’s just so

- confident

- and talented in so many ways (BOY DO I LOVE TALL BOYS WHO CAN DANCE)

- and shameless

- and legit the type of guy you’d wanna bring home to your parents

- he’s a m a z i n g

- and if you’re the person he develops a suuuper huge crush on

- well god damn you are one lucky girl


- you’re a few weeks into your internship at pledis, and you’ve already met a handful of svt members

- but not all of them

- so one day, you’re busy putting away some finished paperwork for your job at the company building

- you hit an intersection between two hallways when all of a sudden

- a huGE ASS TREE COMES RUNNING INTO YOU FROM THE OTHER HALLWAY (yall should know what I mean by tree lolol)

- you get knocked onto the floor, and it looks like whatever hit you took a fall as well

- the paperwork in your hands go flying all over the place, and the back of your head hits the wall pretty loudly

- as you rub the part of your head that hurt, the “tree” (a really handsome one, I must say) looks to you as he rests on his side, eyes widened and mouth slightly agape at the sight of you

- you recognize him

- it’s one of the members you haven’t talked to before

- he’s not just any tree

- he’s the visual tree, Mingyu

- “OH MY GOD I’M-I’M SO SORRY- ARE YOU OKAY???” he panics as he gets off the floor and kneels next to you to check if you’re fine

- your eyes squint at the slight pain, but you nod yes anyways. “Yes, I’m fine.”

- it really hurts actually lol

- he helps you sit up against the wall and checks your head, figuring that the pain could only be coming from there since you’re clutching it like that

- he notes the pain in your face and shakes his head

- “don’t lie, I know it hurts.”

- you try to convince him that you’re fine as you begin to collect your scattered files, but he grabs your hand before you could grab another sheet of paper

- “come here,” he says and assists you in getting up. he gets you to sit on a chair in one of the vacant offices

- once you get settled he continues, “I’m gonna go grab an ice pack from the freezer downstairs. Don’t pick up another piece of paper from the floor while I’m out.”

- one side of you is thinking

- “aw this guy is so sweet and considerate, I’m mELtiNG”

- while the other side is just

- “bitch don’t tell me what to d0 lmao″

- so you get up to collect the rest of your sheets in the hallway before quickly scampering into the room again to pretend you were there the entire time

- you hope the guy is dumb enough to not notice that there’s suddenly no mess in the hallway when he gets back

- and luckily he’s too busy thinking about the pain in your head to care about the papers at the moment

- so he comes rushing back into the office with a small cloth and an ice pack

- he takes your hand off of the part of your head that you were holding and places the ice pack there

- “I’m so sorry, really. You don’t know how bad I feel right now,” he says while holding the ice against your head

- “No, it’s okay,” you reassure him. “I should have been looking before crossing.”

- “I was the one who slammed into you though,” he replies. “I shouldn’t be running around here in the first place.”

- you hate to waste his time so you take a hold of the ice pack and get up from your seat

- “I can put the ice pack back in the freezer later. Thank you for your help, Mingyu.”

- “oh,” he says. “Are you sure?”

- you nod

- “okay, I’m sorry again. Really.” You can tell he’s being sincere

 - the both of you exchange bows and you proceed to leave the office with your files

- “hey, you’re y/n, right?” he asks

- “yeah, that’s me. I’m surprised you know my name,” you say shyly

- he laughs, “yeah the other members talk about you sometimes. I’m actually surprised you know my name too, since there’s so many of us.”

- “well, they told me to watch out for a tall and clumsy guy around here named Mingyu, so I figured that guy is you.”

- Mingyu’s jaw drops, but his shocked expression turns into a smile

- “wow, from what I heard about you from the other guys, I really wasn’t expecting you to be this sassy,” he scoffs

- “well, it looks like they haven’t told you enough,” you laugh and leave the room *high-fives self*

- as you’re putting all the files away in their respective places, you can’t help but think of how sweet and cute Mingyu is

- like, sure he just bodyslammed into you a few minutes ago

- but his accommodating nature was so niceee

- and he’s got looks on top of that :33

- you can’t possibly think he could get any better oh boy just wait

- little do you know that Mingyu is still cursing at himself for messing up in front of an innocent intern

- a pretty cute one too lol

- he wishes you guys could’ve met in a better way

- but it’s okay, he thinks to himself

- to make up for it, he’s gonna make an actual effort to get to know you and fix his reputation

- he was drawn to the unexpected level of sass you gave him a piece of

- well, if you’re gonna give him a slice of your attitude

- he’s gonna give you a slice too

- a slice of homemade cake, that is

- bc the poor puppy would still feel bad about what happened the other day

- he’ll find you a day after the incident to hand you a slice of cake that he made himself

- you’d insist that you don’t deserve the slice, since you think half of the incident was your fault

- but he’d literally open up the container of cake and shove a piece of it into your mouth


- “I also spent 3 hours trying to make this last night, pls take it :(”

“you’re cute too,” he’d say in his head

- so you taste it and

- omg 

- it’s not cake

- it’s heaven

- you immediately compliment him on the cake, and he blushes

- “if he can make this cake by himself, then I guess he isn’t as clumsy as the others say???” you think to yourself

- he has redeemed himself

- AND THUS your friendship with Mingyu begins !!

- it wouldn’t take long for him to fall for you though

- believe me when I say he is a softie

- this makes Mingyu the fluffiest crush-er

- he’s so into making his thing for you obvious

- but 99% of the time you’ll take the hints he gives you as jokes

- he’d also be super willing to do couple-ish things with you even if you guys are just friends bc this boy just cAN’T WAIT

- he wants you to know that he can be a really good potential boyfriend

- so whenever you guys hang out, he’d try extra hard to be funny, impress you with his skills, and ofc flirt

- “someone’s looking really pretty today~” he’d say. he’ll probably flash a smile and wink as well what a grease ball

- “shut up, Mingyu. we all know I look like shit today,” you’d reply

- “but you look beautiful all the time,” he’d say in his head

- his flirting would be so frequent

- the members would see it too and probably want to puke

- but it would be so frequent to the point that the members would think he’s just messing with you

- they wouldn’t actually think it’s a crush

- if anything, Mingyu would have to talk to Wonwoo about liking you if he can’t keep it to himself any longer:

- “hey Wonwoo,”

- “yeah?”

- “what if I told you that… I actually like y/n?”

- “wait, rEALLY?”

- “yeah, man.”

- “LOL I thought all of the flirting was just for fun.”

- “nah, dude. I actually meant it.”

- Wonwoo would ask Mingyu if he is actually gonna confess or something, and Mingyu would definitely say yes

- but he doesn’t know how to do it???

- like, he’s got the guts to confess and everything

- but planning out a cute way to tell you how he feels would be difficult

- he doesn’t want you to laugh at him when he actually confesses bc the last thing he wants you to think is that his confession is just another one of his flirty “jokes”

- Mingyu wants you to catch onto what he’s trying to say right away so that the whole moment stays special :’)

- Meanie YES would have to brainstorm through a whole lot of confession ideas

- and then the perfect plan will hit them

- so on one fine day

- Mingyu would text you during one of your intern shifts

- “Y/N Y/N Y/N”

- “what do you want now,” you’d text back

- “are you in the company building rn?”

- “yeah, why?”

- “meet me in the practice room asap k byeee”

- “uh okay?”

- so you finish up whatever you were doing before heading down a floor to the practice room

- but when you arrive at the practice room, you check the tiny door window

- there’s no lights on???

- all you see through the window is pitch black

- “is Mingyu even there?” you think to yourself

- you hesitate for a moment, but a part of you just doesn’t ask and opens the door anyways

- you look straight ahead and find a orange glow coming from the floor

- it’s a cake with candles

- and being illuminated by the cake is none other than your favorite germ ball

- Mingyu

- “dude, wth you look really creepy right now,” you’d laugh

- Mingyu would try hard to hold in his laughter and say

- “shut up, just come here.”

- “can I turn on the lights at least?” you ask

- “NONONO just sit here please~”

- so you walk over to the cake and sit in front of it. Mingyu is sitting across from you. the cake is all that’s in between you and him

- you spot an envelope to the right of the cake with your name on it

- he spots your glance at the envelope and says “go ahead, take it.”

- “Mingyu, if you think it’s my birthday today, you’re about 6 months off.”

- he’s nervous


- so you do

- and inside the envelope is a card with a little heart on it

- you open up the card and read its contents:

“y/n I know this will sound stupid but please just answer this question:”

- “do you like me?”

- “if so, blow the cake candles.”

- “if not, just use your hands to blow out the candles.”

- tbh the idea did sound kind of stupid but

- you blush

- he’s caught you off guard

- and for real this time

- truth is that you’ve liked him since you guys first met

- you always thought his flirty jokes were all to poke fun at you

- they were cute

- but you didn’t really think he meant it

- everything was slowly coming together now

- does he… really like you??

- welp it’s time for you to throw another snarky comment to make suRe

- “you’re trying to get me to burn off my fingers, aren’t you” you say

- and you expect him to snap back at you

- but he doesn’t:

- “y/n listen, I really like you. I just wanna know if you feel the same.”

- “just please answer the question.”

- so

- you take a deep breath to work up the strength needed to blow out the candles

- but just before you can blow the candles out

- Mingyu quickly shoots out a breath of air and beats you to it

- and he swiftly takes your cheek in his hand to plant a kiss on your lips


- you smiled into the kiss and he followed

- he lets go of your lips after taking in the moment

- “that kiss might be sweeter than the cake I made for you.”

- you punch him in the shoulder

- “you’re gross,” you laugh

- he moves to your side of the cake to give you a warm hug in the dark

- “but I wouldn’t have you any other way,” you say with a smile