pizza better in me

anonymous asked:

How is Dark reacting to all of this? The fans finding out, Wilford breaking down did he feel? Is he okay?

Dark continues to play as Wilford falls asleep on the couch nearby. He gets up once he’s sure Will is out and walks over to his desk. His fingers graze the glossy wood until he finds the hidden latch and pulls it. There’s a click and the secret compartment pops open revealing his old cane. Dark draws it out slowly, holding it up so the tarnished silver pommel glitters in the light.

The wood is chipped and scratched, not as beautiful as it once was, and it seems to Dark that every time he looks at it, the cane is even more worn away. He holds it like he used to, but it doesn’t quite fit right in his hands anymore. He waves it around, leans against it, but nothing helps, nothing gets that feeling back, that feeling of being really and truly alive.

Wilford sits up on the couch, and Dark turns towards him. Will doesn’t say anything, just stares and breathes until a smile spreads across his pink mouth. “You kept it. I wondered.”

“You kept your gun,” Dark says, slipping the cane back into it’s hiding place.

Will nods and pulls out the weapon, looking down at it in his hands, nothing feels more natural than his fingers curled around the handle, his trigger finger at the ready, itching to fire. He slips it away again and looks back up at Dark. “You sentimental rascal.”

Dark shakes his head and looks away. “Not sentimentality. It’s a reminder of why I do what I do.”

Wilford gets up and comes to stand beside him at the window. “Do you think that the good Detective is still looking for me?”

Dark smirks and shakes his head. “I doubt it.”

“Are you… you know, alright? Or whatever normal is for you?” Wilford turns and studies Dark closely, but the black and white man doesn’t betray a single emotion.

“I’m well enough,” Dark says slowly. “Let’s leave well enough alone, shall we?”

Wilford shrugs. “We could buy a pizza. Pizza always makes me feel better.”

“Promise not to shoot the delivery person this time?”

“How many times are you going to bring that up? It was an accident, I swear!”


Give me the fast food lesbians. Oh and with a side of a healthy relationship between Kiki Pizza and Sadie Miller, please, thank you.

Park Woojin | Soulmate AU!

  • Member: Park Woojin
  • Genre: fluffy
  • Word Count: 1488
  • Summary: soulmate au! Your dance partner Daniel bails on your practice, when Woojin ends up being his replacement, he’ll make a promise to you. With that one promise your fate was sealed. 
  • Requested: yes 

You wake up and get ready for school, you feel different today as if something big is going to happen. You look at yourself in the mirror and you see in your reflection, “don’t worry I’ll catch you” written just underneath your collarbone. The first words your soulmate will say to you. You trace your fingers lovingly over the words, you smile at the thought of meeting your soulmate. You’re lucky to have sweet words tattooed on you especially compared to some of your other friends, who either had common words like hi, hello, sorry or like had extremely dirty or swear words. You laughed the first time your best friend showed you her tattoo which said “fuckity fuck fuck fuck.” You really didn’t care what you’re soulmate would first say to you. You’re just happy about the fact you actually had a soulmate, someone who will love and care for you as much as you will, who’ll be your best friend all through your life. You don’t openly search for your soulmate like some of your friends do, you’re just more alert and aware of what people say but you know that one day you’ll meet them since as cheesy as it sounds, it’s fate.

You arrive at school and before you reach your class you can hear someone calling your name. “Y/n! Y/n!” you turn around and see Daniel running through the corridor to get to you. He skids to halt huffing and puffing, as your turn around to face him. You chuckle and say “you really need to work out more, you’re so out of breath.” “Hey! I do more exercise than you.” he justifies himself with a smirk. You just roll your eyes, he continues by saying in a pleading voice “please don’t get mad but I can’t make it to dance practice today.” You were instantly annoyed because today was the day you practiced the crucial and main point of the routine, which was the lift trick, it was inspired by the one in dirty dancing. He knew that you only trusted him to do it with. Last time someone else did that trick with you they ended up twisting your ankle as they put you down in the wrong way, making you not being able to dance for 2 months. “Why? Did something happen?” you inquire. “Uh-uh-uh ummm basically I found out my soulmate was Doyeon and I’m going out on a date with her” he said happily but also reluctantly taking a step back just in case you hit him. You knew he’s had a huge crush on Doyeon for ages also with the fact she was his soulmate, you really couldn’t get mad. You genuinely felt really happy for him but also disappointed that he couldn’t make it to practice, you sigh and give him a hug “okay okay it’s fine, I really am happy for you but you better tell me everything later and you better buy me pizza.” “YOU’RE THE BEST also by the way, one of my crew members Park Woojin will take my place. He’s an amazing dancer and I promise he’ll do the lift perfectly.” He says excitedly, happy you’re not mad. For some weird reason your heart feels super warm as you heard the name Park Woojin. You ignore the warm fuzzy feeling and you just nod in response and he gives you a quick hug whispering “good luck you’ll be amazing.” As he dashes off you shout “HAVE A GREAT TIME!!”

You arrive at the dance studio nervous for the lift, this was one of the biggest components of the routine and it was a duo stage. Originally it was supposed to be you and Daniel performing the routine but it hasn’t been confirmed if you’ll actually dance with him. You change into your clothes in the changing room and greet a few friends. You enter the studio and your teacher comes in, she notices how nervous you are and how much you’re fidgeting, she tries to reassure you by saying  “Y/n, Daniel notified me Woojin will be taking his place. He’s a great dancer so don’t worry about the lift too much.” You thank her and she tells everyone to warm up. Just as everyone finishes warming up, someone dashes into the room and you look up to see probably the most attractive guy you’ve seen. That’s saying something since your best friends are Bae Jinyoung and Park Jihoon, the two most attractive guys at school. You look at each other for a split second and your heart races and you give him a small smile. He returns with a toothy grin showing off his snaggletooth, you actually wanted to squeal because he looked so gorgeous smiling. Woojin had this sudden urge to go up and hug you and never let go, but he brushes it off. He goes up to your teacher and bows to her and probably said something like I’m sorry I’m late or something like that. You couldn’t hear because one of your friends was jabbering on about her routine. Though you weren’t paying attention at her, you couldn’t keep your eyes off Woojin. Every single time he’d glance at you, you’d quickly look away and blush, he’d then to smile to himself thinking of how adorable you were. Both of you were whipped already and you haven’t even said a single word to each other.

The teacher put the music on and told you how to do the move, neither of you were paying much attention because Woojin was pulling funny faces across from you making you giggle softly. He felt so good making you laugh, he literally thought your laugh was the best thing he has ever heard and couldn’t help but grin super brightly. Your teacher then laid out the mat to cushion any falls if they happen. You both get into your positions for the move, Suddenly all your nerves caught up to you and your hands started to get clammy, all your calmness disappeared into an instant. Woojin saw your worry and concern, he also felt so worried for you, he reassuringly and sweetly said to you “don’t worry I’ll catch you.” You instantly felt a warmth rushing through your body, but you were too nervous to register that Park Woojin was your soulmate. “You promise?” you replied nervously and softly. His heart melted at hearing your nervous hesitant tone making him feel like he needed to protect you “I promise.” he reassures you. Feeling calm and more confident because of Woojin, your teacher counts you to do the lift, 5,6,7,8, you run up and you feel two hands on your hips. You stretch your arms out and balance yourself. You feel a rush of happiness and relief, you actually did it! You give the biggest smile at Woojin, who grins brightly back. Woojin at that moment read the words on your collarbone “don’t worry I’ll catch you.” His t shirt was also loose showing of his soulmate tattoo and right there it was written “you promise?” You both look at each other with wide eyes, the realisation both hit you. You were each others soulmates. There was a wave of love and happiness overwhelming the both of you. But because of you and Woojin’s shock and realisation you were each other’s soulmate. He lost his grip on your hips and you lost you balance, causing both of you to fall. 

Luckily, well for you at least, Woojin had quick reflexes. So wanting to make sure you didn’t get hurt. He wrapped his arms around you and put his body beneath yours to cushion your fall. Thud! You both landed with him groaning in pain and you on top with him, your noses touching. You feel instantly warm and safe in his arms like that was the place you were always meant to be. You literally felt as if a part of you was filled like you were only living half of your life. Woojin felt the exact same way. You couldn’t help but softly giggle at the situation. Woojin didn’t look hurt and you traced the words “you promise?” on his collarbone making him shiver. Neither of you wanted to move from where you two were, not caring about the rest of your dance class looking at you two, trying to figure out what was happening. So you didn’t move. Instead you snuggled up to him put your head into the crook of his neck and whispered teasingly into his ear. “Hey soulmate, you didn’t keep your promise you didn’t catch me.” He looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes and a small smirk which made your heart flutter. He over dramatically but still sweetly whispered in your ear. “My beautiful soulmate, who I’m so glad I met, I did keep my promise, I did catch you but I also fell for you.”

okay I’m sorry this wasn’t very Woojin but i hope it still it made you feel fluffy!! This is my first time writing a soulmate au SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. As always give me an anon or a message if you just want chat!!

Looked Cute -Simon

Anonymous said to simplysdmn: Hey love can I please get a simon imaginewhere you’re in a girl band and you’re friends with JJ and they go around to the sidemen house to film and you and simon are in a relationahip but noone knows. But they all ship you and then they walk In on you and Simon and everyone is so so happy! Love your imagines by the way!!!!!

A/N: Hey babe, I hope you like this, sorry for the wait. I made a tiny change where Y/N is a solo singer but her group of friends still do ship them. I also based this off of the video JJ did with Teala Dunn (Some many POVs im sorry)


I couldn’t get a break from my friends constantly telling me that Simon and I looked cute. Even though deep down I knew that they would freak out when they found out that we were dating, it was better to keep things silent. Being a singer was difficult. I didn’t get to see my friends as much, I didn’t get to see Simon as much but in the long run I got to do what i loved most and that’s all that mattered to me.

My tour was finally over and I had made it home to London. I after taking pictures with fans in the airport, I went home to be greeted by my friends. We all hung out for the whole day. It was around 6 when we decided to go to Stratford to get Nandos. Once we got to our table, we got ordered our food. Half way through our meal, someone had yelled in my ear. I jumped out of my seat and smacked the person behind me.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I turned around and saw JJ clutching his stomach and moaning in pain.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” He exclaimed.

“You yelled in my ear, you idiot.” I laughed, standing up to hug him. He kissed my cheek and greeted the rest of the girls. I looked behind him and saw Simon. My heartbeat sped up at bit when he caught my eye. He gave me a small smile, which I kindly offered back. I walked up to him and gave him a quick hug so I couldn’t raise any speculations. Despite the fact the fact that it didn’t look like anything was happening between us, my friends were already cooing. I rolled my eyes to make it look like I was pissed off, deep down I didn’t really mind.

“Well, since your back do you want to come over and film a video?” JJ asked me as he pulled a chair to our table. I nodded finishing the food in my mouth. 

“I’d love to. When?”

“What about today? After dinner?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Yeah why not!” We finished our meal and I hugged my friends and said goodbye before joining the two boys. We walked to Simon’s car and got in and drove home. It took everything for me to take his hand in the car at every red light an drub his knuckles. The tension between Simon and I was evident but JJ didn’t see to notice because he kept yelling and screaming. 

We arrived at their house and I was greeted by Josh, Vik and Ethan. The three of them gave me a tight hug. I smiled once we pulled apart. I didn’t realise how much I missed all the guys and how much I love London.

“Aw guys, I missed you all.” I said as we walked into the living room.

“We missed you too.” They all said. We sat down on the couch and talked for a bit until Simon announced he was going to his room. We all looked at each other in confusion but continued on with our conversation. I was waiting for JJ to finish setting up, so I could sit down and we could start the video straight away. My phone vibrated, I looked down at it. JJ sent me a message telling me that I could go upstairs. I said my goodbyes and ran upstairs.

I passes Simon’s room, making me want to run in and give him the biggest hug I could muster but I had to keep it a secret. The only person that knew was JJ and so far he was good at keeping that secret but I knew soon enough he was going to spill.

I sat down in the chair next to him and  took the headphones put of his hand. “Simon is proper upset that you haven’t talked to him today.” He laughed.

“Well, I can’t blow our cover. I’m not ready yet.” I sighed, he shrugged.

“Understandable, he should know this but we both know how Simon is.” We laughed and he pressed the record button his phone which was connected to his camera.

He did his intro and welcomed me into the video. I introduced myself. We then got into how much I missed home and I was happy to be back. Once that was over with we got into the video. We were going to be reacting to cringe videos. To say I was prepared was the biggest lie. We got through the first couple of minutes, uncomfortable wasn’t the word to describe what I was feeling. 

We got through the rest of the video and decided to order pizza just before I was going to leave. I told him I was going to Simon’s room, just so I could chill out before I could leave. I walked towards his room and knocked on his door.  I waited for a reply until I heard a muffled sound.

“Hey.” I spoke softly, opening the door slightly so I could pop my head in. He caught sight of me and rushed to pull me in and give me a heartwarming hug. I swayed us a little and placed a kiss on his jaw. He carried me bridal style to his bed, making me laugh slightly when He struggled to grasp my legs and almost dropping me. He gave me a smile and plopped us down on the bed, our noses almost touching. My heart fluttered with love and excitement. I full five months without him was painful. I was grateful for the time I was spending with him now. 

“I missed you.” His voice croaked, making my heart break into pieces. 

“I missed you too Si.” I gave him a passionate kiss, it made realise how much I missed him and how happy I was back in his arms. Skype and FaceTime didn’t do me enough justice, especially when I was upset, stressed or when I just need him most. The last time I saw him when I was going through my Europe leg of the tour.

“I watched everyone of your videos and live streams. It kept me going a lot even when I was bored.” I giggled, he smiled.

“Always, my number one fan.”

“Always.” We kept on talking, not running out of conversation. I told him I was going to stay awake for as long as could, so we could eat pizza together and watch Netflix but my exhaustion got the better of me and I ended falling asleep

Simon’s POV

I watched as her chest rose and descended softly just as it always does. Her hair fell to her shoulders, her eyelashes fell on top of her cheeks, the smallest of details all came back into my mind. I missed all the little things about her. I put my arms around her waist and tried my best to fall asleep with her but I could help but take in everything about her.

A couple hours had passed and she was still asleep. Only God knew how exhausted and tired she was. JJ had walked into the room laughing loudly with a pizza box in his hand. “Sorry man I forgot about you guys.” I shook my head and laughed quietly. I pointed at my desk to where he could put the box.

“The girls will be over soon to get her. I don’t know what time though.”  I nodded, he smiled and walking out, shutting the door softly. I ended up falling asleep after about twenty minutes to then wake up two hours later to cooing and aweing at the door.

“He’s waking up, go!” A voice squealed. I groaned and ended up falling back asleep. 


I opened and looked over my shoulder an saw Simon, fast asleep. I smiled and looked over at his desk the pizza box I was supposed to stay up for. I sighed and stood up. I look over at the door slightly cracked open. I walked over and heard giggling and laughter the closer I got the door. I whipped it open and was greeted with the screams of my three friends and JJ clutching his heart. I laughed at their initial reaction and then realised that they all had their camera app open.

“What were you guys doing?” I looked down at their phones. They all made a run for it down the stairs. I called out for them but they weren’t going to come back. I ran back inside, grabbed the box and flopped on the bed. I ate half of the pizza and left the rest for Simon. Once I was done I started scrolling my social media. I noticed that my Twitter notifications were going through more than usual. 

I started through my mentions and saw that all the pictures I saw were of Simon and I. I groaned when I saw the picture that JJ has posted on Twitter. I turned over on my side to wake up Simon. He woke up abruptly and looked over at me.

“What is it? Are you ok?” I shook my head.

“I’m fine but look at Jide’s Twitter.” He grabbed his phone of his bedside table and rushed to Twitter. He looked over to me  his eyes wide and his mouth open.

“I’m going to kill him.” I laughed.

“You’re going to do absolutely nothing! We’re going to talk and that’s about it!” He sighed and gave me a kiss. He called JJ up stairs on his phone. He walked in cautiously as if one of us were going to launch at him.

“God JJ, you can walk in.” Simon laughed.

“Alright, so what is it?” I rolled my eyes.

“You know JJ.” He laughed.

“So I posted the picture, you guys looked cute.” I rubbed my face.

“You should’ve asked first. Next time please ask.” He nodded and apologised before walking out. 

Simon and I talked for a bit more before deciding it was time to officially publicize our relationship. To say we got the best response was a understatement. Majority of the response was good but obviously there was going to be hate. Simon told me to always dismiss it and never listen to it.

“I’m glad he posted that if I’m being honest.” He smiled, lacing our fingers together.


“Now I don’t have hide my love you.” I hid my face in my hands. He pulled my hands away from my face.

“I love you Y/N.” 

“I love you Simon.” 

enemies to lovers yoongi

Originally posted by jimiyoong

  • wanna say this one goes out to my mom aka @warmau who inspired me to start my writing blogs so please check her out and send her love because she is my absolute favorite author on this site
  • but this au seems wild and im wildin today and blowing money on cherry bomb photocards so why not
  • you and yoongi both work in the food court of your local mall, but at different restaurants
  • he works at the pizza place and you work at the chinese restaurant
  • ever since you got the job, yoongi most definitely caught your eye from across the way
  • his dark, black hair that hangs in his sleepy eyes…
  • his pretty, pouty lips, that are forever in a permanent scowl…
  • his resting bitch face as he tries to convince people to waste their hard earned money on a combo meal…
  • yoongi is really the whole package
  • half of your work shift is spent just staring at him and hoping to the good lord above you don’t get caught
  • you have a few times but that is beside the point
  • you just stare wistfully and imagine what would happen if you crossed the food court and ran into his arms-
  • but alas, you cannot do that because if you’re in the restaurant business, you can’t just spend time with the enemy
  • even if you’re craving pizza, it is forbidden by restsurant law to even give your thoughts to the competition, so you’ve never actually talked to yoongi
  • ever
  • but that is a okay because your spot as cashier is the perfect viewing place to glance over at yoongi when you have a free moment
  • yoongi totally knows you’re checking him out at all seconds of the day, but he’s too shy to ever go over and say something to you, even when he’s not working, so he pretends that you don’t exist
  • besides, he has lyrics to write on the back of used receipts, melodies to tap out with spoons and knives
  • customers to swindle
  • but hoseok, who works at the pizza place too, totally realizes you two have the hots for each other so he’s always like “oh yoongi i think we should get chinese for lunch today, im really craving it”
  • “it’s not even our lunch break??”
  • “okay well go get me a snack then, some lomein sounds amazing right now”
  • “hoseok, no, i know what you’re trying to do”
  • “oh come on yoongi, all you ever do is stare at them all dreamy!!”
  • and then hoseok clasps his hands over his heart and wails, “oh young, forbidden love, is there anything more romantic than that?!”
  • the whole food court has stopped to stare at him, including you, and yoongi is redder than the tomato sauce on the pizzas so he just ducks down behind the counter and doesn’t come up for like the next ten minutes
  • since you two never actually interact, you think all is lost but then
  • then
  • one day it’s particularly slow in the mall
  • it’s summer so you have a full day of work ahead of you, and you’ve gotten maybe ten customers in the four hours you’ve been working, and you still got like six hours to go
  • yoongi is in the same predicament, if not worse, because his dearest hoseok has off today and yoongi doesn’t really interact with his coworkers unless they’re hoseok so um…
  • the two of you are lazing around, stealing the additional glance at each other
  • when your boss comes over and is all “hey, we really are doing poorly today, we need to change our tactic to get some customers in”
  • he hands you a tray with little food samples on it and shoves you outside the safety from behind the counter, then says, “go out near the entrance to the food court and try to convince some people to get over here and eat our food”
  • “isn’t that a little i dunno… pushy.”
  • “do you like your paycheck or not”
  • so with some huffing and puffing and grumbling you take the tray and shuffle over towards the food court entrance, trying to pretend you aren’t embarrassed
  • but the pizza place is not having that, oh no, they also are under target today for sales and they won’t just have prospective customers snatched away like that
  • “alright yoongo, time to go win us over some customers!!”
  • “actually my name is yo-”
  • “use that charm of yours on the ladies, alright?”
  • “as long as i can use it on the dudes as well”
  • “sure sure whatever, just get out there and win us over some customers”
  • they hand yoongi a tray with some little pizza bites in little cups in it and he starts walking to the middle of the food court but his boss shouts, “no no, you need to be right over there with that chinese food! SHOW THEM THE SUPERIOR CUISINE”
  • if youre wondering, chinese food is better than pizza #facts
  • yoongi is a little freaked out by his boss’ enthusiasm for making sales but he does what’s asked of him because the only other place hiring right now is gamestop and he doesn’t wanna be stuck with jungkook every two seconds he weebs out over overwatch and persona so like… this job is pretty important
  • but then yoongi realizes you’re the one who’s also trying to sell food and now he’s all flustered and embarrassed and he doesn’t know what to do so he just kind of stands there and gapes for a few seconds
  • but then he gets on his #customerserviceface and traipses over to you, smiling that cute lil gummy smile of his face
  • “i’m gonna take you down” his smile only grows bigger and you’ve never been so attracted yet so afraid of someone in your life
  • “oh it is SO on dough boy”
  • “shut up you noodle brat”
  • “pepperoni person”
  • “you really don’t have anything better than that, you piece of kung pao shrimp”
  • “like that was any better pineapple pizza”
  • “you take that one baCK”
  • “mAke mE”
  • you two are so busy squabbling that you kind of ignore would be customers for like the first fifteen minutes
  • but then you remember what you’re supposed to be doing and with one final glare at yoongi, you snap “i was here first anyhow”
  • “it’s a mall, not your backyard” yoongi rolls his eyes “i can be wherever i want”
  • “except on top because i bet i can give out all my samples before you can!”
  • yoongi laughs and nods “you’re on. first one out of food officially has the best food in the food court”
  • the two of you spend the next hour trying to shove people down shoppers throats, and most of them end up at the mcdonalds, but you and yoongi are so damn absorbed in your competition that you don’t even care that you’re not actually doing your respective businesses any good
  • but it’s fun?? you’re having fun??
  • you don’t think you’ve laughed harder in a work shift ever before, especially when yoongi starts trying to do some god awful italian accent to try and win some customers over about it being authentic pizza
  • and he can’t help but smile fondly when you try to explain to customers for the millionth time that no, you can’t make szechuan chicken mild when it’s already premade with the szechuan sauce on it already
  • and when there aren’t any shoppers around, you and yoongi just kinda.. talk
  • he tells you about his dream to get to college to work with music production and how he doesn’t have the money right now, which is why he’s working at the freaking food court right now
  • and you tell him about yourself, and your reason for getting the job, and your hopes and dreams for the future as well
  • he tells you about his friends, about hoseok, the loud one who’s always screaming when there’s a flame in the oven because it’s scary
  • and about jungkook, who has the audacity to order dominos instead of visiting yoongi
  • and jin, who hogs the blankets all the damn time but washes yoongi’s uniform so him so it’s even
  • you talk about your friends too, but none of them seem as interesting as the people that yoongi hangs out with and you kind of hope that one day maybe yoongi will introduce you to them…
  • but then you realize that means hanging out with yoongi… as like friends or something…
  • and now you’re blushing
  • things have gotten pretty quiet now, and you think that maybe you should head back to actual work…
  • “wait, we both still have one left”
  • he shrugs and points to your little cup
  • your brows furrow and you frown slightly, then start to scan around the food court for anyone who someone to take your food so you can end this battle once and for all
  • but there’s a sudden weight on the tray, and you spin back around, and there’s yoongi, holding the cup up to his lips
  • and then he just chugs the freaking lomein like that, he just goes for it, finishes up your last sample
  • your eyes go wide and you smile softly
  • “well i guess you win” he says cooly, but there’s a noodle hanging from his lip and you point
  • he gets all red and quickly wipes it away
  • you take a deep breath, then reach over and grab his last pizza bite, then pop it into your mouth
  • “hey, this is actually pretty good” you nod
  • “the best food this damn place has to offer” he says with a wink
  • “hey wait a second-”
  • now you’re both laughing again
  • but your bosses are tired of you guys flirting instead of erasing the competition so they both call you back over so you can man the cash registers
  • but you and yoongi were having fun, a good time, and you don’t really want that to end?? so uh now you’re both waving over at each other dumbly from behind your counters and smiling and mouthing things to each other that you can’t really understand but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?
  • and as it comes to the end of your shift, you feel kinda upset because it’s been fun goofing off with yoongi??
  • like you’re so overwhelmed with butterflies that you actually spoke to yoongi?? like not only did you like introduce yourself?? but you had a real, actual conversation?? amazing??
  • you hope that tomorrow will be even better…
  • your clocking out right
  • the mall is shutting down for the night
  • the lights are all turning off
  • you’ve done all your side jobs, cleaned up for the night, restocked the sauces, cleaned all the machines and what not
  • you grab your jacket from the back, but when you come back out yoongi is standing there, hands in his pockets, looking all shy and cute
  • you blush and smile and give a lil wave
  • he smiles and waves back
  • “so…” you both say in unison
  • you both laugh and now you’re both tomato red
  • “today was fun” yoongi says slowly “so i was uh… i was wondering if you wanted to um…”
  • he starts to fumble over his words
  • “wanted to get some ice cream maybe?’ you suggest
  • yoongi’s eyes light up and he nods excitedly
  • you usually take the bus home, but yoongi drives, so you go with him to the ice cream parlor and you two share a banana split and maybe even a cute kiss too
  • the end

statuepuppie  asked:

O Captain, My Captain! (Janeway would approve!) Would you please feed my soul with some Kara and Maggie bonding? Thanks!

Alex hasn’t been dating her long.

And Kara is still adjusting, is still stiff about it.

Not around Alex – around Alex, she’s all heart eyes and thrilled that she’s with Maggie, that she’s happy.

Because she is happy that she’s happy.

But around Maggie?

Kara’s still stiff, still distant.

And Alex knows her sister. And Alex knows her girlfriend.

So one night, she does one of the things she does best: covert operations.

And they both show up at Alex’s door at the same moment.

Kara, through one of the hallway windows; Maggie, up the staircase.

Kara, bearing ice cream and potstickers; Maggie, with pizza and root beer.

“What are you – “

“Why are you – “

“She had a rough day – “

“She texted me – “

“I just thought she’d want some – “

“I wanted to bring her – “

“Sorry, you go ahead – “

“Sorry, I keep interrupting – “



“Hi Kara.”

“Hi Maggie.”

“So your sister had a rough day.”

“She did.”

Kara’s voice is just a little more tense than it usually is.

Just a little more prim than it usually is. A little more reserved, a little more… maybe… angry?

Maggie’s heart tears.

She doesn’t exactly have a good history with the families of girls she likes.

And Kara’s always nice to her, she’s always… cordial. But there’s a distance, a nervousness, maybe. A protectiveness. And Maggie gets it. She does. But it still scares her. It still hurts.

Both of their phones buzz at the same time. They have an identical novel of a text.

Kara, Maggie – my day was fine. I just didn’t know how else to get you two alone together. To bond. And I want you to bond. Because you’re the most important women in my life. Kara, I know you’re not used to sharing me, and Maggie, I know you feel like you don’t fit in with my family. So… surprise? I’m with James and Winn for the night – use my apartment, have at it. Kara, just don’t make her watch old musicals. She’ll probably like them, and then I’ll have to hear random bursts of corny old songs from both of you.

Kara finishes reading first, and she gulps a rough gulp and studies Maggie while she finishes reading. While she tries not to shake. Kara knows, because Kara can hear her heartbeat. She tries to pretend she can’t. She adjusts her glasses and waits. Watching.

Maggie gulps, too, and glances up nervously.

“So I guess she thinks we’re not sufficiently bonded, huh?”

“Well, you did break her heart. And she is my sister. I’m going to be protective.”

To Kara’s surprise, Maggie smiles.

“I like that you’re protective of her. She deserves that. Someone to fight for her like you do.”

Kara adjusts her glasses and stares.

“And you want to fight for her, too?”

“I never want to stop.”


“Are you finally giving me the shovel talk?”

“Why do you want to fight for her, Maggie? Because you didn’t, when she left that bar hysterically crying, trying to convince herself she wasn’t even a lesbian to make the pain go away. The rejection.”

Kara startles at the intensity of the hurt that flashes across Maggie’s face, and she regrets her uncharacteristically harsh words immediately.

Maggie swallows and nods for Kara to open Alex’s apartment door and follows her inside, putting the pizza and root beer on the counter and pacing immediately, left hand settled below her lips.

“You know Alex. She’s… she’s quick, and she’s brave, and she’s… she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, but not just on the outside. Your sister… she didn’t give up on me. Not when I was kidnapped, not when I was being stupid and thinking that she’d be better off… I didn’t want her coming out to be about me, Kara, I was… I know it’s screwed up, but I was trying to protect her. I was trying… I was trying to be good enough for her. And I know I never can be, but I want to try. Every day. I want to try to be good enough, because Alex deserves that. You… you know what I mean?”

Kara stares and Kara thinks and Kara thinks about that goofy grin Alex has developed in the last week or so, that distant look in her eyes that means she’s daydreaming about Maggie, about this girl who makes her smile, who makes her giggle, who makes her laugh like Kara’s never seen her laugh before.

“More than you know,” she answers softly, and then her face splits into a grin.

“I know you have a thing for vegan ice cream – and I agree with Alex, gross – but how do you feel about potstickers?”

“That all depends, Little Danvers – how do you feel about pizza and root beer?”

“Like you’d better be ready to give me most of it.”


When Alex gets home late that night, she doesn’t expect Maggie to still be there.

But she’s pleasantly surprised.

Because it might be midnight, but the two women that mean most to her – that she… loves… – are still awake, still there, surrounded by empty root beer bottles and pizza and potsticker boxes and pints of ice cream.

And her apartment is full of 90s boy band music and raucous laughter and deliberately off-key singing.

She’s not sure what she’s started by giving her sister and her girlfriend a compulsory bonding night, but she’s sure of one thing: she loves it, she loves it, she loves it.

You paint?

A/N: Hi! This is my first imagine. It’s a Danisnotonfire imagine where the reader is actually really good at painting and neither Dan or Phil knew, till one day Dan finds you painting and thinks it’s amazing. It’s really long I’m sorry!

Pairing- Dan and reader

Female pronouns

Warnings- None (well, I suck at proofreading :))


The boys had known you about as long as they knew eachother, and you were a good balance to their spontaneous-ness. So when Dan and Phil move to London they take you with them without hesitation. You were long use to Dan yelling in triumph when he beats Phil at Mario Cart or whatever new video game. And you’d learned to buy extra cereal to hide in your room for when Phil is on the prowl. You were comfortable with their antics and appreciated the talents that contributed to the atmosphere in your life. 

Dan’s talent being piano playing with the melodies drifting throughout the entire house, and Phil sometimes singing at the top of his lungs in the shower. You had been gifted with your own abilities as well, but your favorite was painting. The way the paint brushed the canvases, the way various colors blended together so vibrantly and how anything could come from nothing were lessons that got you through important moments in your life and taught you anything was possible.

Sadly, as you finished college with the major your parents told you you would be the best off with and got your steady job, your passion for painting faded like an old work. You still did art, but it was drawing and sketches on printer paper and nothing like the wonders you could create with a brush and some paint. You badly missed painting but your supplies were somewhere in your parents houses, and it was such a long drive for something that may have been thrown away years ago.

It was thanks to your mother you were reunited with your precious talent. She’d come across your painting set up from high school and decided to send you a little care package of your table easel, oil paints, your best brushes and everything you would need to kick start the inspiration again. Painting was your true passion, and she knew nothing made you happier.

The package came while Dan and Phil were at a Youtube convention. So they weren’t there to hear your squeals of excitement that rang through the apartment when you were reunited with your supplies. You threw on you old white button up shirt and pulled on your paint splattered blue jeans that were both in the bottom of your dresser and painted up three painting before the day was over. It felt so good to have the brush back in your hands.

Dan’s PoV

(Y/N) had been in a permanent state of euphoria ever since Phil and I had gotten back from the convention. There was an extra bounce in her step and she would always smile at random times. She seemed the same other than that, except for the occasional moment when she comes to breakfast in the morning looking sleepy because she apparently couldn’t sleep. I occasionally indulged myself in trying to figure out what made her so happy. But no matter how often I caught her with a sudden smile at something in her head or found myself staring at a point in the distance for so long Phil or (Y/N) thought I was having an existential crisis, I couldn’t figure out the extra look of excitement she got in her eyes when something of beauty crossed her eyes. Or why she would sometimes stay in her rooms for hours at a time in silence. As always, (Y/N) was the enigma that made life interesting.

The first big clue must’ve come a year before we’d even moved into the London apartment, when the three of us had volunteered for a park beautification project. (Y/N)’s eyes had lit up when she’d gotten the email that she’d been asked to help paint the new mural that the city was putting on the cinder block tunnel at the edge of the park. I thought it was just because she’d gotten out of redoing the flower garden unlike Phil and I. And I’d shrugged it off when she had shown up in a paint splattered white button shirt and blue jeans of matching style, I guess I figured she’d painted a house or something before. And I was so flustered when at lunch her supervisor came up to me at the barbeque and told me: “Your girlfriend was such a help with the mural, she’s very talented.” I was too busy trying to quickly explain she wasn’t my girlfriend to comprehend the part of her being more than good at smearing paint on stone and having a real gift at bringing out potential in more than just people.

The second one came a week after the convention, when (Y/N) had been 20 minutes late to grab a slice of her favorite pizza and when she finally came out, her hands were far from the normal (Y/S) color. They were instead splattered with various colors of the rainbow. “Oh my god, (Y/N)! What did you do to your hands?” Phil asked.

“Huh?” She asked confused. She looked down at her hands and her cheeks turn a rosy color. “Oh shoot!” She quickly rush to the kitchen to scrub her hands, coming back five minutes later with a red glow on her face that somehow made her look even more pretty than ever. Phil and I look at each other but don’t say anything. I continue eating my pizza and study the blue streak in (Y/N)’s (y/h/c) hair, not connecting the dots until another week later.

Your POV

You ran out of canvases yesterday when you finished your latest peice. It was a painting of the sunset over the mountains, one of your favorites so far. You’d been painting up a storm whenever you had free time or couldn’t sleep, and as a result your room was filled with various masterpieces ranging from the night sky to the galaxy. What on earth am I going to do with all of these? You think pulling on a raincoat to brace London’s glaring rain. Normally you could just hang them on your wall, but the space was already occupied by various posters and photos. I could give them to relatives, but I don’t think I have enough family members in my entire family tree. You chuckle and quickly run a brush through your hair as you continue to get ready. When you were ready you walked out of your room and straight into Dan. “Woah,” Dan exclaimed as you two collided. The camcorder tumbled out of his hand and you quickly caught it.

“Centuries old. Don’t want to break that,” You hand the camera back to him while quoting the Sherlock episode the three of you watched last night. Dan smiles in relief of his camera being saved and you take in the chocolate brown of his eyes. How lucky you were to see the most beautiful wonder of the world everyday. To be surrounded by masterpieces and have the privilege to make one smile each day.

“Thanks, (Y/N). Phil would kick my butt if I broke another camera,” Dan joked. 

“No problem,” you reply. “You recording a video today?”

He shrugs. “Just finished actually,” he shifts the camera to his other hand and notes you rain coat and his eyes widen slightly. “You’re going out? It’s like, storming outside.”

“I need to get some things,” You reply vaguely. “I’ll be alright.”

Dan didn’t seem reassured, “do you want me to go with you?”

You smile at his concern, “I’m a big girl Dan. You’re welcome to come if you’d like though.” 

Before Dan can reply though, Phil’s voice rings through the apartment, “Daaaaannnnnnnn.”

Dan rolls his eyes and yells over his shoulder, “what Phil.”

“We need to record an episode of the Sims.” Dan looks back at me and I laugh. 

“Go record. I’ll be fine, Dan, I’ll pick up a pizza for dinner.”

“Get sausage!” Phil shouts excitedly, from the other side of the apartment.

“Phil I can hear you just fine there’s no need to yell!” You yell back with a giggle.

Dan smiles and shakes his head. “Okay, okay. Just be careful alright?”

“You mean more careful than you are with your video equipment?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Dan laughs, and his smile makes me melt. “Alrighty then. See you later.” He hesitates for a second, but then shakes his head and walks down the hall to record.

(Time skip brought to my by waffles and my lazy A ;D)

I unlock the apartment door and start bringing everything in. Three bags of groceries, three five packs of canvases, and another bag of brushes from the art store. Needless to say, after buying both groceries and paint supplies, it didn’t seem smart to try and bring a pizza on the underground. So instead you just ordered one for delivery and hoped the boys saved you a slice. 

“(Y/N)? You home?” You hear Dan yell from upstairs. 

“Yeah!” You shout and lock the door behind you. Seconds later Dan clomps down the stairs and sees you soaking wet with shopping bags surrounding you.

“Jeez (Y/N), did you walk through a tornado?” Dan asks in regard to your disheveled hair. 

“Haha,” you say sarcastically, wringing out your hair. “Help me with the groceries, Howell.” You pick up your canvases and a grocery bag. Dan gets the other three bags.

“Was the weather bad?” Dan asks as you walk up the stairs behind him.

“No, Dan it was sunny and rainbows filled the sky,” you reply with all the sarcasm you could muster.

“Ugh sound horrible,” Dan retorts.

“So how was recording? Did Dil set anything on fire?”

Dan laughs, “yeah actually. And it was all Phil’s fault.” He finishes with a yell.

“No it wasn’t!” Phil calls back, his voice squeaking. Dan and I laugh.

“Lemme throw my bag and stuff in my room real fast.” You say reaching the hall. “And you better have saved me some pizza Phil.” You yell towards the living room.

“Dan, help,” Phil stage whispers. “We only saved her one slice.” 

“Oh that better be a lie,” You say with a giggle and set your things on your bed. You quickly place the canvases you bought against your wardrobe, next to some of your finished paintings, then go to join the boys in putting groceries away. 

“Okay we saved you two slices, but we’ll watch whatever movie you want,” Dan compromised, handing you the box of cereal to put in the cupboard. 

“It’s cool. You guys up for (Favorite Movie)?” You grab the next item and place it in the fridge. The boys agree.

“I’ll see if it’s on netflix,” Phil says, relishing the excuse to get out of putting away groceries. On the way out, He gives Dan a look like do something you fool. To which Dan rolls his eyes. You and Dan continue to finish putting the shopping away when he comes across your paint bushes.

“Where do these go?” He asked, studying them. 

“Oh I got those, here.” You took the paint brushes from him and placed them on top of your desk. Your eyes catch a particular painting you were quite proud of. A quiet nighttime lake with pond lilies surrounded by a lust green forest with fireflies lighting up the water and sky. You could almost hear the crickets and frogs croaking.

“Woah.” You turn and see Dan standing in the door. His mouth agape and his chocolate eyes darting to your different artworks. He sees you looking  and rubs his neck. “I- Sorry, the door was open and I- Phil got the movie set up and-” His eyes catch the painting you were just admiring. “Did you do these?” He asks, referring to the paintings around him.

“Yeah,” You say sheepishly. You didn’t know why you were so shy about this. Plenty of people had seen your work and said you were good, but Dan seeing them somehow felt, different. You’d never actively asked for someone’s opinions on your work, but you wanted Dan’s approval, you wanted him to think they were good. It embarrassed you a little thinking about it.

“These are- (Y/N) these are incredible,” Dan says. His eyes are trained on your face and you feel a burst of pride. “You should sell some of these.”

You smile and tuck a peice of hair behind your ear, “thanks.” You and Dan stand there for a second, his eyes catching yours and then both of you quickly looking away. “Should we go watch the movie?”

“Yeah. Sorry, it’s just,” he hesitates, his eyes going from your features to the paintings again, then continues, “those are amazing.” You beam at him once more, then follow him into the living room. Inside your chest your heart felt warm with a sense of achievement and comfort. If the world turned on its head tomorrow and everyone said that your painting were horrid, Dan Howell said your paintings were amazing.

And somehow that felt like the highest praise in the world.

Hi! Thanks for reading.

miewsii  asked:

The hc about Subaru with a pregnant s/o was really cute, could maybe do it with the other s brothers, please?

Anonymous said:Headcanons for Ayato with a pregnant s/o. How he treats her, does he talk to the baby, does he touch her tummy? Etc. please?

@sasu-naru-is-the-best said:Headcons with Shu with his pregnant s/o? How would he treat her? Would he be sweet or just his usual lazy self?

Sorry, this took so long babes, I’m finally getting some juice back!


Shu -  

”Hm? Pregnant? When did that happen?… Don’t play dumb I know where babies come from.” Overall he’s pretty chill about the announcement, a little surprised at first but he calms down rather fast.
♫ He will be sure to make you take it easy, there’s no need for you to be worrying and stressing during this time.
He’s still lazy, after all, there are familiars to do his bidding, so be ready for cuddles with which he constantly has a hand on your stomach.
He can handle your cravings, even sometimes getting up to get the food you want if he doesn’t find it too troublesome, don’t expect him to run to the store tho… or fire up the oven… you’re better off asking Reiji or doing it yourself.
The least likely to hover over you when you are doing something though don’t be mistaken, he’s always watching.
The chillest of all, even when you go to have the baby there is so much chill… inwardly there is no chill.

Reiji -

♠ Inwardly nervous about you and the newly found baby but doesn’t show it, happy all the same tho.
He makes sure to give you your space while pregnant, especially when your mood swings like a ticking pendulum, and will only touch you as much as you allow.
Loves to touch the tummy tho and will at night while you two are settling down for bed, your irritable moods be damned.
Tries to steer you away from unhealthy foods while you are craving and tries to give you healthier alternatives… No, Reiji, that salad is not better than that pizza and dammit get me a banana to go with it.
Makes sure you are careful with everything you do. Getting into the bath? Be sure not to fall. Going down the stairs? You better hold on to that railing. Chopping veggies or fruit? You better make sure that knife doesn’t- better yet hand that him.
Nothing really changes housework wise, he just picks up the slack which isn’t that much, to begin with. But that also means more time to yourself and more time to plan the nursery… with Reiji’s approval of decor as well.

Ayato -

Of course, he’s overjoyed, his kids are going to be the best after all!*He’s touching the tum tum and even talking to it as soon as you tell him, he doesn’t care once you get on into the pregnancy and the irritability starts he’ll touch your tummy as much as he wants.
Ayato cuddles? Yes, please! He has taken to relaxing with you more than usual and like to kiss your tummy, draw circles on it, and whisper sweet things to you during your serene moment.
That doesn’t mean he sits still often tho, instead of forcing you to play basketball or do other physical things he makes you watch him… let the praise go to his, it slows down when the babies come.
Cannot fathom how odd your cravings are… Pancake how can you eat that? You just put hot sauce on your waffles! Help him.
Pumps himself up all during the pregnancy, he’s the best dad after all, until it comes time to give birth then it dawns on him that he is, in fact, not ready… but he’s the best dad after the fear is gone.

Kanato -

Eew babies are gross… but he can deal.
Won’t really touch your stomach as much as you’d think he would, he’s more interested when it grows tho… He may also talk to it, but that’s only during sleepless nights without you listening.
Kind of peeved that you won’t be able to fit into the dresses he makes for you when you get further along, but can easily be convinced to start on the baby’s wardrobe.
Likes to push your limits and quite frankly is not getting into the parenting mindset at all. He’d rather watch you trip and stumble to see how much the baby can take…
Does not understand your cravings, why would you put chocolate sauce on pepperoni pizza? Please stop eating bananas with your chicken alfredo…
Rather fascinated with the growing fetus inside of you, but at the same time would rather not deal with it or you in this state.

Laito -

Oh… a baby? He disappears for a week there, meandering and doing what Laito does before coming home and facing up and taking responsibility.
Actually, doesn’t want to touch your tummy as you thought he would, he’s much more comfortable watching the baby move around on its own.
Pregnancy sex? He’s down, especially when the hormones kick in, but he’s also perfectly content with laying beside you and doing crosswords while you ponder all the baby stuff.
He picks up some of your slack when you’re tired but only when you are absolutely irritable and nagging at him. He takes the complaints with a smile and does it, he understands that by the way your stomach is stretched and how the baby keeps you up at night you’ve got to be exhausted.
Your cravings never cease to amaze him. “Little Bitch why are dipping grape bubble gum into your tea? Would you rather me go and get you something… better?… … Oh, pizza and apple slices… I can do that!”
Overall pretty chill after the initial shock wears off

Don’t You Try To Run Right Now

aka five times Mick Rory had to save Len Snart’s ass before he made a terrible decision about who to fuck, and one time he didn’t, in roughly chronological order.

aka what happens when @wacheypena and I agree that it looks like Len and Malcolm/Went and John are flirting in a gifset and everything spirals from there

1.    David Singh

They’ve made a habit of heading out to Saints and Sinners (the local dive bar) on Friday nights, in order that they can get drunk and find people to hook up with, in a rare show of humanity on Lenny’s part. Honestly, Mick’s begun to wonder whether Lenny’s just some kind of particularly pretty futuristic android. Usually Lenny sits and drinks until his hand gestures get more extravagant and he walks the block home with a wobble, and Mick watches Lenny until he’s inside the lobby of their crappy apartment building and leaves with some sweet little thing. Tonight, however, Lenny’s got his eye on some square-looking guy at the bar. Mick’s got to admit, Lenny has good taste – the man is certainly attractive – but there’s a major factor that makes him a no go.

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Moving Day (Barry Allen x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey guys! I got this request a while back and have been trying to figure out how to approach it, and ta-da! I hope you guys enjoy! :)

Summary/Anon Request: Can you make a Wonder Woman - CW Flash crossover Diana is my older sister and Barry got caught in the lasso if truth and confesses his feelings for the reader :3.

Other Characters: None

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 671

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Not my thing - Peter Parker

summary : Tony Stark is throwing a party for the hell of it, and while you really don’t want to go, your team makes you. Little do you know you long time crush and friend, Spider-Man is going to be there.

word count : 1.7k+

warnings : fluff? but other than that, none.

pairing / characters : Spider-Man x Inhuman!reader, Tony Stank, Natasha Romanoff, , Steve, Wanda Maximoff,  Bucky Barnes,

prompt : none

A/N : Peter Parker is a cinnamon roll too pure for this world…. that’ s all.

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Chris Pine Imagine

Can you do one of Chris pine where he’s been away and he hasn’t seen his gf in forever but he makes a surprise visit and there’s a lot of fluff/smut I love your writing btw

“How’s Chris’ new movie going,” you best friend asked as you chilled on your couch.

“Good, really good. He loves it.”

“He’s been gone for a while, hasn’t he? When’s he coming back?”

“Yeah, he’s been gone for 3 months and has nearly three more to go,” you said sadly. “But, we text during the day and he calls or FaceTimes at least every other night. I still miss him like crazy though,” you admitted. Your phone binged and you saw a text from Chris. “Speak of the Devil.”

“What did he say?”

You fought a pinch of sadness when you read the message. “He says production is running late tonight and he won’t be able to talk much tonight. We were going to FaceTime but he says we’ll have to do that tomorrow night.”


You walked around in your pajama shorts and tank top, making popcorn and combing through the movies to see what you wanted to watch. Your phone binged and you read the message from Chris, he’d been filming all day and this was the first text he’d been able to send other than his “goodmorning” one. “What are you making for dinner tonight?”

You sent him a picture of the popcorn in the microwave. “Pizza would be better,” he replied back.

“Feel free to order me some then,” you joked back. You set the popcorn down on the living room table but stopped from sitting when you heard the doorbell rang. “Coming.” You walked to the door and opened it large bouquet of flowers covering the face of the person holding it. “Hi?”

“Hello Ma’am, I have a flower delivery for a Y/N Y/L/N.”

“That’s me.”

“I know,” the voice changed to one you hadn’t heard in person in what felt like forever. The flowers dropped to reveal the face of your boyfriend.

“Chris, what are you doing here?”

“Bringing my girlfriend flowers and…pizza,” he picked up a box from somewhere hidden from your view. You sat the flowers down and hugged him tight.

“Are you really here right now,” you fought tears from pooling over your eyes?

“It is,” he smiled and hugged you tighter. “Come on, let’s get inside and put those flowers in a vase.” You held hands and walked inside with him.

Once the flowers were in water and pizza was in plates you grinned at him again. “Ok, what are you doing here, for real?”

“I missed you and convinced the director and producer that it was about time the cast got a break. So it’s just you and me for the next four days.”

“So I get the rest of tonight and four more days with you?”

“You do. Anything you want to do while I’m here? I see you’ve got some movies out, we could watch a movie.”

“We could watch a movie….but I can think of something else I’d rather do first.”

He cocked an eyebrow and smirked, “Oh yeah?”

You grabbed him by the jacket and gave it a little tug, “Oh yeah.”

Momma made it all better - Pack mom

The day just couldn’t get any worse for Liam. It was only second period and he wanted to crawl into a hole wishing the day could be over as quickly and painlessly as possible. It was Tuesday, the day he’d been dreading all weekend because it was test day and even though he had studied really hard, he had only managed to scrape a C- which put a downer on his mood for the rest of the day. Usually he looked forward to lunch because he got to see everyone but today there were only a few of them scattered around the table since the others left to do important research. Including the one person Liam was scanning the table for. He was hoping Scott would be at the table and pick up the negative vibes hoping he could get it off his chest but he didn’t so he just bottled up his feelings and got on with his day praying it would end soon. Lacrosse practice didn’t get any better. Liam was usually one of the best players on the team but today he couldn’t make a single shot which resulted in coach benching him and then telling him to run laps. He’d had enough and just wanted the day to be over so he could go home.

Liam felt like 3pm would never come. His walk home was quiet and she slowly trudge into the Hale loft where he now stayed with Derek and his mate, the pack mom but most importantly she was the mom Liam had always wanted. He threw his bag on the floor and slumping down on the sofa relieved he was finally at home.
“Hi honey, I didn’t hear you come in. How was your day?”, I asked him walking into the kitchen with the empty basket that I had just finished putting clothes away. He shrugged and shrunk down in his seat. I placed the basket in the kitchen and walked in to the living room and sat next to him on the couch. Just looking at him, I could tell something was wrong.
“Do you want to talk about it, baby?” I asked him wrapping my arms around him. He brought his knees up and hid his face in his arms. I scooped him up and set him on my lap holding him close and gently running my fingers through his hair.
“Hey, it’s ok. I’m right here. You can talk to me, baby”, I reassured him before pressing a kiss to his head. “Tell momma what’s wrong?”, I encouraged him. He sighed and lifted his head up. I brushed his hair away from his face so I could look into his baby blue eyes that were now tear glazed and had lost some of their shine because of the sadness he was feeling.
“It’s just been a horrible day, nothing has gone right all day for me”, he finally told me.
“What happened today, honey?”, I asked.
“I studied really hard for the test in biology and all I got was a stupid C-, half the pack including Scott were all missing doing research at lunch so I had no one to vent to and and…lacrosse practice sucked too because I didn’t make a single shot so coached benched me”, He rambled finally getting everything off his chest. He buried his face into my shoulder and let out a sigh.
“I just want to stay here”, he mumbled against me. I couldn’t help but smile and press another kiss to his crown.
“I’m always here for you, baby. You know that”, I told him rocking him in my arms and gently running my fingers through his hair, a familiar gesture that would calm him down.

After a few minutes of him sitting on my lap, I came up with an idea that I knew would cheer him up.
I picked him up and set him on the couch before pressing a kiss to his forehead and telling him I’d be right back causing him to look at me slightly confused. I went into the kitchen and set out ingredients to make waffles because I knew they were Liam’s favourite and usually a treat made by Derek on the weekend either as breakfast first thing or a dessert loaded with ice cream for after dinner. Today, it was definitely an after dinner kind of treat. Derek had been out running errands in the afternoon so I had texted him to pick up Liam’s favourite pizza on the way home but in the mean time, I was determined to put a smile on my baby’s face.

“Liam, baby. Could you come in here for a minute?”, I called out to him grabbing some aprons from the draw.
“What is i…”, he didn’t get to finish his sentence because he looked over at the counter and saw that the waffle machine was set up.
“What’re you doing, mom?”, he asked confused.
“We’re going to make waffles for dessert”, I smiled at him grabbing one of the aprons and putting it on him.
“How come? It’s only Tuesday”, He continued to question.
“It’s my attempt of making you feel better after a crappy day of school, so what do you think? Do you wanna help momma make waffles?”, I replied and it took him less than 10 seconds to answer as he nodded at me a smile appearing on his face.

We spent over an hour making waffles. I had Liam mix up the ingredients into a velvety smooth batter as I snapped a few pictures of him covered in flour.
“Does this look good?”, asked Liam still whisking the batter. I stood behind him and held onto the whisk with my hand lightly over his as I peered over his shoulder to check.
“Yeah it’s looking great. Good job, baby”, I praised him and pressed a kiss to his head. I swiped some of the batter from the side of the bowl and put a small spot of it on Liam’s nose giggling looking at the seriousness of his face.
“It looks good, especially on you”, I couldn’t help but giggle at how he scrunched up his nose adorably.
“Moooooom!”, Liam laughed and wiped his nose on his sleeve and laughed. In return, he did the same and couldn’t stop laughing at silly I looked.
“Ok ok, let’s actually make some waffles”, I laughed and took the bowl from him pouring the batter into the waffle machine and leaving it to cook.

Derek had walked into the chaos that erupted from the kitchen to see his mate and his pup covered in flour and batter and couldn’t help but smile at the silly scene.
“What the hell happened in here?” Asked Derek looking at the counter almost covered in batter and flour before deciding to place the pizza on the coffee table in the living room.
“We’re making waffles”, Liam told smiling at him like an excited toddler. “I can see that”, he replied and chuckled shaking his head.

Derek took plates and glasses into the living room so he could start dishing up dinner and I had Liam go clean himself up so I could finish up the rest of the waffles and clean the kitchen before joining them for dinner.
“So how was school, pup?”, asked Derek digging into his slice of pizza.
“It wasn’t great but mom made it better”, he replied smiling at me with pizza sauce around his mouth.
“You know, pizza sauce is also a good look for you”, I smiled at him grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth. He blushed at the gesture causing Derek and I to laugh.

Liam practically wolfed down his pizza and couldn’t wait for dessert. I plated up a waffle for each of us and had him put on whatever delicious sweet treats he wanted ranging from a variety of yummy ice creams flavours, several thick oozing sauces from caramel to raspberry sauce and left it to his imagination how he’d want to decorate it usually ending with whipped cream, colourful sprinkles and a glacé cherry on top. Whereas I would go for chocolate everything but Derek usually resulted in the slightly healthier option of throwing on some fresh berries, a chopped banana and maybe a little vanilla ice cream. Derek looked at our plates wide eyes at the horror of so much sugar.
“You’re both asking to get diabetes, jeez”, he stated horrified.
“Wow and you’re boring”, I replied bluntly which made Liam giggle and Derek to open his mouth to argue but didn’t get a chance to even though funnily enough, he’d swipe a forkful of the sugary goodness both of our plates. By the end of the night, Liam had a smile (and chocolate) on his face.