puppy tried to rip out my hair but it was still cute

Burden of Proof

Word Count: 2357

Request: “ Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” And a very pleasant thought it is. 

Warning: Language, making out, and utter ridiculousness

A/N: I had more free time than I anticipated, so you’re getting this early. You have the snow storm to thank for this nonsense.

Steve Version

Originally posted by itsjustmycrazyvibe

“Ow ow ow ow ow!” you groaned through clenched teeth as Natasha dragged you through the halls and over the bodies of the incapacitated Hydra agents.

“Hush! There could still be some stragglers hanging around,” she hissed at you, readjusting her hold in order to pull you along more quickly.

“Well if you hadn’t been there to pull me out of the way, that delightful bullet would have definitely silenced me for good. You have only yourself to blame.”

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Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”


Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

Exo’s reaction to you refusing to wake up in the morning


If there was one thing Minseok knew not to push with you, it was forcing you to wake up before your alarm. Even on a Saturday like today he was stuck trying to subtly wake you up by planting soft kisses over your bare shoulders, squeezing your waist gently until you moodily wiggled away. Smirking mischievously to himself, Minseok scooted closer fingers poised over your stomach before giggling as he tickled you suddenly, straddling you so he could see the way you reluctantly starting laughing below him. He melted as you tried to glare at him before yawning and he leaned down to press his lips to yours, the faintest of touches as his warm eyes smiled down at you.

“well as much as I want to complain… that was a good way to wake up”

“I’ll keep that in mind for future use jagi”

Originally posted by yixingsosweet


Curling sleepily around you, Junmyeon would first take the time to linger in the morning with you before his schedule begins. Smiling softly down at you as he shuffled out of your bed, kneeling to press a kiss to your forehead only to be met with a disgruntled whine from your lips. “Why are you up so damn early… it’s unnatural Junmyeon” you murmur, earning a light laugh from him as he playfully ripped the duvet from you- washing the cold morning air over your body. The next five minutes were spent with you wrestling Junmyeon for the duvet, loud laughter filling the air before he insisted you eat breakfast together. 

“Tell your manager to at least wait until 08:30…like a normal person…”

“Perks of the job jagiya, but you’re so cute sleepy like this”

Originally posted by irpsychotic


After such a long time not waking up with you cuddled up against him, Yixing would immediately smile to himself and trace over your feature slowly to recommit them to memory, pressing his full lips to your cheek. After such a late night *wink wink* you were still fast asleep so Yixing would walk to the kitchen and prepare some hot green tea and some breakfast for you both to share, carrying it in and setting it onto the bedside table. Gently pushing your hair back and shaking your shoulder, you would quickly groan and pull the duvet over your head playfully before blearily peeking up at him and melting at his dimpled grin.

You’re so lucky you’re adorable in the morning Yixing or I’d push you away”

“But Baobei, I’m not cute…especially not last night~” 

*gets hit with pillow*

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Grumpily huffing into your neck as you stole more of the duvet in effort of avoiding his insistent kisses and hugs for sleep, you would feel his pout against your skin. Wiggling stubbornly against you Baekhyun would whine “Jagi~~ It’s already daylight… why are you like this, let me eat” earning him a sigh as you turn over to look at him. Taking in his very cute pout and messy bed head you leant forward and whispered “You can’t make me leave this bed.” A sense of dread rose when you saw those puppy eyes glint mischievously and suddenly you felt yourself lifted, duvet and all, and carried into the living room. Baek flopping down beside you and handing you a controller, smirking.

“Byun Baekhyun. You have started something you’re going to regret.”

“I accepted your challenge, you’re so grumpy in the mornings” 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


Walking out of the the shower while towel drying his hair, Jongdae would see you still softly snoring away before he giggled at the now closed curtains he had opened before his shower. Spotting your barely concealed smile at his laugh he walked closer and sat beside you, shaking his wet hair over your face, laughing loudly and jumping over the bed when he saw you leap up after him. 10 minutes later had you both in hysterical giggles as you chased him around the kitchen island, Jongdae desperately clutching the towel to himself as you advanced. It ended when his towel did slip and you burst out laughing as Jongdae went red though triumphant he dragged you out of bed successfully.

“I cant breathe Jongdae, the towel… pUT SOEMTHING ON!”

“Look I didn’t plan on having you chase me!! towels are not durable!

Originally posted by 5sosfam-phandom


Chanyeol would smile widely at your slight snores as he slipped out of bed to do some early morning composing. It was easier to think about music and emotions when the world was just a little more quiet and this morning he was filled with such adoration that he woke up beside you he knew he’d create a melody with ease. Picking up his guitar, chords softly filled the air in your cosy room and settled around him. Until Chanyeol ducked as a pillow came flying his way, looking up to see your grumpy pout. “You woke me up at 03:00 coming back from your studio, get your butt back in bed and cuddle me.” He looked at you in shock before breaking into his famous smile, walking over and shuffling his large frame against yours. 

“You know y/n you’re kinda bossy…did you like my song?”

“Of course I am when you wake me this early…and it was beautiful.”

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol


Kyungsoo would be just as reluctant to leave the warm bed as you would be, both of you snuggling together in an attempt to forget that the alarm would be going off in under five minutes. Lazy touches and soft caresses would fill this time as you felt his heart shaped lips follow your hairline softly as he slowly woke beside you. He would look down at you sleepily with soft brown eyes, voice breaking roughly as he said “I swear I am never leaving this bed when I’m on break” making you laugh into his shoulder softy as he pulled you up into sitting position. Pecking you on your forehead and laughing deeply when you try and playfully drag him back as he gets out of the bed, he’d promise himself he’d work hard to get that break for you. 

 “I’m holding you to that promise Do Kyungsoo. I’ll need you to sign your name~”

“you’re so ridiculous this early but I promise”

Originally posted by smileysoo


Needing to get up for an early dance session for the approaching comeback, Jongin would look at you almost in loving envy as you stretch over his side of the bed and bury yourself into the pillow. Smirking to himself as he dragged his soft hair back with a hand while he whistled, he sat beside you to shake you awake, receiving only a sleepy moan. Grinning harder as he heard the pitter patter of paws against the floor he opened the door to let all three of his dogs run and jump excitedly on the bed. You would yelp at the sudden chaos in your bed, looking over to see Jongin wheezing as he hurriedly ran out the room for his session. Cursing after him you quickly snuggle back down with the dogs, sending him a selfie smugly. 



Originally posted by fykai


Sehun would be starting an early morning Vlive for his Exo-Ls and trying to ignore your kicking feet as he spoke louder throughout the broadcast, interrupting your precious sleep. Sehun would be teasing fans about the upcoming teasers for the comeback when one last badly aimed kick knocked his hand to hit the camera reversal button, flashing his crossed legs and thankfully for him nothing else. Sehun’s quick embarrassed laugh would fill your ears and you’d have to stifle your laughter into your pillow when you realised your boyfriend had almost flashed thousands of fans his underwear. He’d quickly end the broadcast and burst into laughter with you, clutching you to his chest.

“i cant *heavy gasp* believe you just did that”

“Hey! you were the one who nudged my hand there!”

Originally posted by sebaeked

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Leaving [Pennywise x Reader]

A/N: This is pretty angsty. Reader is moving from Derry, Penny is sad and… well, pretty pissed lol. No warnings, except for maybe controlling/possessive behaviour. Oh, and it’s a gender neutral one!

Don’t like don’t read. Normies v clownfuckers is not a war I want to participate in xx

Originally posted by edsgazebos

You seal your very last box, and let out a breath. It had taken you this long to pack, close any loose ends, and say goodbye to everyone and everything in Derry. It was always bound to be hard bidding a childhood home farewell– Derry had seen you through a lot, and you had really come into who you are within the walls of the first house you had ever bought here by yourself. You thought at that point you would settle down here, find a partner, and be happy.

That was a clusterfuck of an idea, you can’t help but smirk. Of course, it wasn’t a complete clusterfuck; growing out of that dream helped you realize that you needed to move to a larger city to pursue your real dream, a dream bigger than what Derry had to offer. But growing up wasn’t the only thing that made you realize a normal life was anything but for you.

As if on cue, you hear a faint jingling behind you, and the room begins to smell like a circus. A wistfulness fills you, and you bite your lip. You don’t want to turn around.

“You’re not leaving.”

You suck in another breath, and clench your jaw. You knew this was coming, you just… weren’t prepared for it now. You didn’t think you ever would be.

You turn slowly, and see the clown standing there in the corner of your living room, eyes wide, hurt, and baby blue. You wince, and turn fully. “Penny, I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid–”

Suddenly, he rushes forward, pinning you to the wall. “You are not leaving,” he repeats, eyes now glowing that amber yellow.

“I have to,” you gasp out, tugging at the inhumanly strong fingers around your neck, “Penny, I have to, I can’t… I can’t stay in Derry forever… ahh, fuck–” He finally lets you go with a growl, and you drop, rubbing your neck. “Ow.” You look back up at him, and he looks like he’s torn between absolutely letting loose then ripping you limb from limb or crying in your arms. “Don’t look at me like that.”

His eyes fade back to baby blue and drift away from each other, as they do whenever he’s trying to appear innocent. “L-like what?” He swallows, blinking a couple of times.

“Don’t–” you huff, rolling your eyes, “Don’t try to be cute, like a puppy.”

“I am not a puppy, (y/n). That would imply you’re my owner. You don’t own me– I own you.” You get chills at his words and the tone he says them in, but the slight drop in register of his voice there never did give you bad chills, per say. You shift slightly under the gaze that he has on you, even though his eyes are barely focused on you at all. You can just sometimes… feel his entity staring into you.

“Pennywise, I would stay if I could,” you tell him softly, then reconsider this. “Well… I mean, that’s not true, nobody’s forcing me out of town, but I have to go to pursue my dream. You get that, don’t you?” He continues to give you the eyes, shaking his head no, and you throw up your arms. “Well, then you’re just being stubborn.”

He walks up to you, this time holding you against the wall with his body. Usually in this position, you end up wrapping your legs around his costume and going at it relentlessly until he tires or gets bored with the sensations (which is, like, never), but right now, neither of you are really in the mood.

“I thought you said you’d never forget you’re mine,” he hisses, adorable buck teeth transforming into razor sharp points. “At least that’s what you told me when I was fucking you so hard you couldn’t breathe. You. Are. Mine.” You hold your breath as he drags the sharp incisors across your neck, more forming along his mouth, until you grimace, letting out a little cry as he marks you. His tongue darts out to sweep along your jugular vein, a giggle forming low in his throat as he tastes your essence and revels in it. He could very well kill you right now… but you know he won’t.

“Listen,” you say, sighing and fisting a hand in his orange hair, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, little one,” he says bluntly, and you scoff, tugging at his hair in frustration.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not a sewer clown that eats children, okay? I actually have to have a life. I can’t stay in this stupid little town full of stupid little people all my life!”

He spends a long time looking at you with that split-between-murderous-psychopath-and-huggy-bunny look, until he nods decidedly, half to himself. “I’ll come with you. Pennywise will come with you, yes.”

“No,” you immediately shake your head, “No, I’m moving to New York. You don’t even wanna know what’s in those sewers– hint, not child meat. Well, actually, there very well could be some down there, nobody knows, but it would probably be old and gross and–” You shake your head at what you’re saying, and just reach out to touch his white face. “I can’t let you come with me, Penny. You have to stay here and eat. You won’t find what you need where I’m going… and you can’t die just because you wanna follow me.”

“But without you, I wouldn’t–” he stops, obviously conflicted, but he doesn’t have to finish for you to know what he was going to say.

“I’ll always be yours,” you assure him, untucking the tiny bell from his costume that you kept around your neck at all times and showing him. He seems pleased by this, judging by the drool and little smile he gives, but he still seems destroyed, so you go on. “You’re tired. I can tell. You walk slower, you’re not as enthusiastic when you touch me anymore. You need your Long Rest, Penny– then you’d be the one leaving me, even if I stayed here.”

“I don’t need t–”

“Yes you do.”

“….If you stay here, I’ll give you a balloon,” he tries, obviously racking that alien brain of his for every human tactic he could possibly implement to keep you from going away. “I’ll give you ten balloons! I’ll give you aaaaall the balloons in the world!” He attempts to give his clown-esque grin and laugh with a shake, but this time it comes out wrong and sloppy. 


“If you leave, I’ll kill you,” he states simply, smile dropping and hands twitching in preparation to grow the claws that had left so many scars on your back over the years. Anyone else who would have heard him say that just now would be terrified, but again, you knew your eldritch companion well enough.

“Have some popcorn for me, will you?” you murmur softly, kissing him one last time before trudging past him. You hear the bells, and he’s gone.

Krasivaya-Chapter 8

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Bruno Mars-Just the way you are

Exiting the gym, needing to pack and have a good cry before spending way too much time confined with Bucky, you turn a corner and see Steve.

He wastes no time in hauling you off your feet and slinging you over his shoulder. It’s clear he’s mad at you, the tightness of his shoulders and tense set of his jaw giving him away. “What the hell was that, doll?” he grits out.

Shame coats your insides, replaced quickly by anger. “Put me down you child!” Wriggling to escape his grasp is a fruitless endeavor, you know this. The man pulled a helicopter out of the air for heaven sake! There was no way you could escape him, but you were still going to try.

“Stop moving!” he grunts, his hand comes down in arc landing a solid hit your ass.

The stinging makes you gasp. “What the hell, Steven!” you yell, face red from embarrassment. There are Agents lingering in the halls of the compound.You can hear the snickering and suggestive remarks. This little incident was going to be fodder for the gossipmongers within minutes. You were surprised no one was taking video. Fueled by your embarrassment, you start to fight in earnest, pounding and scratching at his back, doing your best impression of a pissed off chinchilla.

He grunts once, wrapping a muscled arm around your flailing legs to stop you from kicking. “If you don stop, doll, I’m gonna put you over my knee and spank you blue,” he grumbles in warning.

You deflate, laying limp over his shoulder as he takes you to your bedroom. You aren’t looking forward to the myriad of rumors you’ll have to face when you get back. Immortal Mutant foiled by Captain America, you think, snorting out loud as Steve kicks open the door to your bedroom.

Striding forward, he deposits you unceremoniously on your bed. “Start talkin’.” He crosses his arms over his chest, slipping effortlessly into Captain America mode.

You groan and roll your eyes, scrambling underneath your blankets, pulling them over your head “Go away!” you yell petulantly.

He sighs and tries to yank the blankets off of you. A tug of war ensues, accompanied by hissing and swearing and pained grunts as you land kicks to Steve’s stomach. Fed up he growls once before ripping the blanket straight down the middle. Dragging you down the bed by your ankles, he yells, “Stop acting like a child! I said start talking!”

Clamping your mouth shut, you peer up at him stubbornly, refusing to give an inch.

“(Y/N) I swear to God almighty if you don’ start talkin’ I’m gonna do somethin you’re gonna regret.”

You cover your face with your hands, sighing. “Don’t make me, Steve.”

He scoffs “Talk. What’s this not good enough bullshit? I want an explanation, now!”

You sneak a look at him through your fingers.

He’s red in the face, barely concealing the anger and hurt inside him.

Well fucking done (Y/N). You can add another name to the list of all the people your miserable existence has affected negatively.

Sitting upright, trying to pull your ankles out of his grasp, your cast your eyes downward. “It’s true,” you sigh, “don’t try and tell me otherwise, Cap. Do we really need to do this now? I just want to take a shower, pack, and maybe cuddle a bit?” You cast puppy eyes at him, making sure to bite your bottom lip in the process. Cap is a sucker for cute, rarely saying no when you turn on the charm.

He falters, a small smile lifting the corner of his mouth before he huffs, “Dammit, (Y/N)!”

You know you’ve won. Grinning broadly, you sit on your haunches, batting your eyelashes for effect. “Can I shower please? You can get a head start on the packing?” your voice is sickly sweet.

He’s nodding before he can stop himself, the Captain America facade slipping entirely, replaced by the Steve you would take a bullet for. “Fine. Shower, but this conversation isn’t over.” He tries his best to be stern, but you can see him fail. The hard Captain America shell hid such a gooey Steve center!

Bounding off the bed, grinning cheekily over your shoulder, you toss him wink. “We both know I won this round, Stevie.” You hurry into the bathroom, locking the door behind you as the indignant protest of Steve reaches your ears.

Twenty minutes later you exit the bathroom. Spying your bags packed, along with a duffle full of miscellaneous weapons sitting on top of the others, you frown. “I don’t use weapons, Steve. I don’t need them.”

He looks slightly sheepish. “I just want ya to be safe, doll. I don like it when you run into battle without a stitch of protection.”

Your frown deepens. “Steve, they weigh me down. I really don’t need them. I can strip the skin off bone in less than five seconds with my mind. What am I gonna do with a gun?” You peer at the topmost offending object and gasp, “Is that..Is that a grenade launcher?” Whirling, you face Steve.

He’s rubbing at the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You can never be too careful, doll.”

You bark out a laugh and launch yourself at him, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug. “What did I do to deserve a friend like you, Stevie?” you mumble into his chest.

He strokes at your hair affectionately. “You exist, darlin’. That’s all it takes,” he states simply.


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Lazy (Jack x Reader)

Character: Sean McLoughlin (Jacksepticeye)

Fandom: Jacksepticeye/Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Lazy

A/N: Ever since I finished watching Jack’s gameplay of The Last Guardian, I’ve been really wanting to write a fluffy imagine of him. Which also explains that the game appears in here because all of it is giving me the feels. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Y/N is feeling extremely lazy, but when her boyfriend Jack calls her from downstairs and asks her to hang out the evening changes. 

“Y/N!” Jack called me from downstairs.

I rolled over in the bed and yawned before answering. I was feeling way too lazy, which I blamed on the almost nap I took. I would have fallen asleep gladly, but I just couldn’t and so I ended up just lying down and feeling the laziest.

He knew I was awake because he checked on me from time to time, and I complained to him that I couldn’t fall asleep.

“What?” I shouted back at him.

“Wanna come down and hang out?” Sean asked me, to which I groaned to myself.

Of course I wanted to hang out with him, it was the best thing to do! But go down? Actually stand up and walk? Ugh.

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I need a place to hide Kol Mikaelson x reader oneshot

Originally posted by ipusheveryoneaway

author: Fandomcollector00

word count: 1886

warnings none

authors note: I know this is a little different from what I write, but honestly I am a part of so many fandoms It is hard to keep up, and the Originals is one of them and Kol… god I love him. So I hope you like it if, not I had to write it anyways I needed some Kol fluff in my life after watching the Originals in one day. Enjoy :)

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This Is Love: Part Two

Summary: Being Bucky’s PA wasn’t easy and you respond to his grumpy attitude with your own. The two of you have never gotten on, forced to stay working with him because your Uncle Tony insists you have a job.

Word Count: 2100

Warnings: swearing, broken bones, Steve being a gossipy bitch  

A/N: this is terrible. I have had the worst writer’s block and just want to get it up so I can move on with the story.

Part One

Waking up the next morning you were exhausted. Thanks to Bucky you had gotten very little sleep but, preparing yourself for the day you said to yourself that you wouldn’t let the lack of sleep affect your mood. Bounding up to the door of the common area in a vividly coloured playsuit you stop when you hear Steve talking to what you assume are members of the team just back from the mission and are about to turn away for fear of interrupting when you hear what Steve is saying and it definitely doesn’t sound mission related.

‘And then she just took him by the hand and fixed it all up. They didn’t even yell at each other! And you should’ve seen how Bucky was looking at her it was like he was madly in love with her’ the rest of the team are oohing and ahhing and you’re sure you hear Sam say how cute it was. Shit, you think, you wanted to forget about last night and the whole you called Bucky Bucky thing which thank the lord Steve wasn’t around to hear. You burst in, a deep set frown on your face and growl when you see the entire team, bar Bucky, assembled around Steve listening to the story. You’re all prepared to start one of your famous screaming matches with Steve when a loud roar sounds from somewhere upstairs. Sam starts laughing and everyone else looks at each other, all confused and slightly concerned.

‘I got him a little present’ gasps Sam, wiping tears from his eyes. You all groan in unison. ‘No, no, no, it’s a nice present. I got him a service dog. You know to help him recover’. He looks around and you’re the first to break the silence.

‘Ok what breed? Boy or girl? Oh my god have you named it? What’s its name?’ You fire questions at Sam, excitement bubbling up inside of you.

‘He’s an Australian Shepherd puppy. No I haven’t named him I thought Bucky could, you know to help him feel closer to it’ Sam replies, not phased by your interrogation. At this Bucky bursts in, his nostrils flared and his chest heaving as he holds the struggling puppy by the scruff of its neck. Your first thought is how beautiful it is, its grey brown fur shining and crystal blue eyes looking around at its new surroundings. Your second is how uncomfortable the poor animal looks so you rush over to a furious looking Bucky and take it in your own arms and cradling it until it calms down.

‘You don’t hold a puppy like that, idiot man’ you yell slapping Bucky’s arm, to which a new flame of anger ignites in his eyes.

‘What is this? Some kind of practical joke? What did you think, it was gonna jump out and rip my face off?’ he screams back. You half turn your back to him to shield the puppy from him.  

‘Well with a bit of training there might be hope yet’ you retort turning your attention to the puppy. You hear Steve mutter ‘well that was short lived’ but you ignore him, kissing the puppy on his head and rubbing its ears while you praise it repeatedly.

‘Actually Bucky I got you it. He’s your service dog. Although not anymore probably’ Sam explains looking over at you and the puppy settled into one of the couches as it leaps around you wagging its tail and making your sing song laugh echo through the common area. Your captivation with it means you miss the remorseful look in Bucky’s eyes as he watches you, almost envious of the dog and its ability to capture your heart in mere seconds when you could hardly stand to be in his company for that long.

You play with the puppy almost all day until Sam walks through and sighs. ‘What?’ you inquire looking briefly away from the dog.

‘Its Bucky’s service dog (Y/N). Bucky’s. Not yours’.

‘Urgh you’re such a spoilsport. He’ll never love him the way I do’ you announce dramatically before scooping him up to take him to Bucky.

‘He’ll be in the gym’ Sam shouts after you and you respond by sticking a thumb up to him.

The gym was a place you tried to avoid. No only was it a place purely dedicated to exercise, which in itself makes it the equivalent to your hell on Earth, but it was the place superheroes and spies trained. It was the intense gym in the world and therefore your least favourite place in the world. You push the doors open and are hit by the smell of sweat and the sound of two men grunting. This was very foreign to you, the only other time you entered this room was on your very first day on your guided tour. When you round the corner, still clutching the dog to your chest you see Bucky and Steve sparring on a mat and your eyes widen to take in more of the glorious image in front of you. They look like two perfectly sculpted gods, breathing heavily with exertion as they engage in hand to hand combat. Hot damn. You even blush when you focus on Bucky, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, sweat sticking loose strands of hair to his forehead and the waistband of his sweatpants falling lower and lower. Ok you had to stop. This was Bucky we’re talking about, your arch enemy, you couldn’t think like this. You clear your throat and the two men stop fighting and turn to stare at you as you stride over to them, coming to a stop in front of Bucky. ‘Sam says I’ve got to give him to you’ you sigh regretfully, already missing the animal. ‘What’re you gonna call him?’ you ask out of curiosity. He shrugs.

‘Nothing probably’ he growls.

‘Nothing’s not a very good name for a dog’ you joke, smiling when you hear Steve crack up next to him. ‘Why the hell aren’t you gonna name him?’ you say seriously now, defending your new best friends honour. ‘He needs a name’.

‘I don’t care call him whatever’. You bite your lip to stop yourself making another joke about how whatever’s an even worse name.

‘How can you not care?’

‘How can you care?’ he counters cocking an eyebrow at you. Your mouth falls open in shock.

‘Look at him’ you say holding the puppy up. ‘He’s gorgeous and lovely and happy. Look at his beautiful fur and his fuzzy ears’ at this you pause to kiss each one. ‘His little tail. He’s so innocent and happy to see everyone how can you not love him? And his eyes so beautiful and blue, like steel’, you finish by nuzzling your nose into the soft coat and then looking up at Bucky. He has the same look in his eyes that he did last night. That look of awe, like you’re the only person in the room. And it’s not aimed at the dog. You swallow and look to Steve who’s grinning knowingly at Bucky. ‘And he’s yours’ you say holding him out for Bucky to take.

‘I’ve got another half an hour of training, can’t you look after it till then?’ he asks, surprisingly without stringing an insult along with it. You sigh and pull the dog closer to your chest.

‘Of course I’ll look after him because he’s adorable and perfection’ you say, cuddling him as you turn to Steve, who’s stepped aside to get a drink, to say bye. ‘You know if I’d known I’d get a view like this I would come to the gym more often’ you comment, looking Steve up and down causing him to choke on his water. At this Bucky physically snarls and your eyes flit to him, slightly shocked at the animalistic sound that just erupted from his chest.

‘Just go’ he murmurs in a low voice. You turn on your heels, not questioning the order but wondering what the hell’s gotten into him.

‘See ya James’ you yell as you leave.

You take the puppy to your room and when you place him on your bed he immediately starts rolling around and digging up your duvet and you laugh when you join in his little game. After about 20 minutes the dog curls up and falls asleep, exhausted after a long day of new sights and smells. Not having the heart to move him you sit next to your bed, your back to the door and rest your head on the duvet to watch him sleep. You smile as you take in his little tongue sticking out a bit, his tiny eyes scrunched up and his paws twitching slightly as he dreamt. Your hands are carded through his coat and are massaging his skin with a feather-light pressure. You’re so invested in watching the puppy sleep that you don’t hear the door open and close almost silently or Bucky entering having left training earlier than planned so he could shower before he saw you again. He stands in the doorway for some time watching you sat on the floor and wondering why you would give up your entire bed for some puppy that didn’t belong to you. You only turn when he clears his throat quietly to attract your attention and you look up at him smiling, the joy of playing with the puppy still present.

‘Hey’ you whisper, indicating to the sleeping animal.

‘Hey’ he echoes, walking around to the other side of your bed and mirroring your seated position. ‘I’ve decided what I’m gonna name him’ he whispers, pausing and looking up at you to gauge your reaction. ‘Steel’.

‘I love it’ you say. ‘It suits him’.

Already missing Steel you go to find Bucky, knowing that with one you’ll find the other and you begin to contemplate why Bucky has gone from hating the animal to loving it to bits in a matter of hours. Stopping in front of Bucky’s door, you raise a hand to knock but pause when you only hear Sam and Steve talking inside. Curious as to why they’re in Bucky’s room without Bucky, you press your ear to the door and still your breathing.

‘You don’t think he’s being like this because of the dog do you?’ you hear Sam question.

‘Maybe’ Steve replies doubtfully. ‘Or maybe his feelings for her are just getting too strong and he can’t hide them anymore’ he puts forward his idea to be met by Sam’s silence. ‘I wish he’d stop standing in the way of his own happiness and tell her how he damn feels’ Steve says, raising his voice a little in agitation. You frown, trying to figure out who this mystery girl was that Bucky, you assumed they were talking about Bucky, liked so much. You yelp in fright as something taps you on the shoulder and spin around, instinctively pushing our palm up into the assailant’s nose, hearing it crunch as it breaks.

‘Shit, (Y/N), what the hell?’ Bucky’s voice sobers you from your shock and your eyes widen. You ignore Steel who’s wagging his tail and jumping up your leg and focus on Bucky.

‘Ohmygod’ you gasp, ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t know who you were oh shit please don’t get me fired. I just assaulted my boss god what’s wrong with me’. Your panicked rambling in cut short when Bucky, holding a metal finger up to silence you and two flesh ones to pinch the bridge of his nose, tells you to shut up.

‘Hey calm down, I get it it was an accident’ he says, trying to smile.

‘What that’s it?’ you ask in sheer disbelief.

‘Yeah I’m a super soldier, I heal fast. Don’t worry about it’.

‘No’ you say bluntly.


‘No’ you repeat. ‘You’re supposed to yell at me. Come on call me a bitch, tell me I’ll lose my job, threaten to hit me back twice as hard, come on!’ you yell.

‘I’m not gonna hit you (Y/N) don’t be ridiculous’ he says. ‘Now can you look after Steel for me while I go get this sorted?’ he asks, gesturing to his nose. You nod wordlessly, picking up the dog as you watch him walk away. For once you’re speechless, absolutely stunned to silence. You go back to your room and sit on your bed as if waiting to awake from a dream or be transported back from a weird parallel dimension. What is happening and where is asshole Bucky?

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Favorite Wolf - Smut

Originally posted by teenwolf

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Scott McCall/Reader
Words: 1,873

Request:  anonymous: can you please do another rough scott smut? your last one was so good but i’m insatiable
AN: Sorry this took so long! Enjoy!

Admittedly, you’d had a little bit too much to drink. But, a party is a party and Lydia Martin threw the best ones. Your boyfriend Scott was off god knows where, probably with Stiles, and you’d been left to your own devices. So, you’d been hanging with Liam and Brett. They’d stuck close to you all night, and you had a feeling it was Scott’s doing.

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anonymous asked:

I know u don't rly do shinee but it's my birthday and it as wondering if you could do headcanons for what the members would be if they weren't idols? With maybe some romance mixed in? Your hcs are just rly good but if you don't want to do them then it's fine!!

hsfdc this is late, but i hope it is still ok!!! 
again, i usually don’t write for shinee but some others actually sent me asks asking for more of these guys and since it is your (quite late) birthday - here you go!!! 

shinee x career!au 


  • emergency room surgeon 
  • is insanely good under pressure and makes quick, good decisions and isn’t afraid of leadership roles. he keeps his whole team well managed and even in life or death situations for his patients - he never gives up on them or jumps to conclusions. if there’s even a one percent chance of surgery saving them, he’s willing to take those odds
  • looks really REALLY good in scrubs and like all the nurses argue over who’s going to work the ER night shift just so they can see doctor onew
  • everyone at the hospital assumes he’s a classic gentleman, and ok sure he might dress like one, but then you go out drinking with him and he’s all dad jokes, messy eating, and totally a goofball 
  • you’re on one of the night shifts at the hospital and it’s pretty dead, just people coming in with the stomach flu and what not so the surgery department is pretty much falling asleep where they stand 
  • and you’re walking by with some snacks that you brought down for them
  • and once you get to Onew you’re like “Doctor, are you hungry?”
  • and Onew gives you this random smile, one that looks way too excited and you’re like ???
  • and Onew shrugs and then goes “How can I be hungry, when I’m Doctor?”
  • and everyone around you groans because god how much more cheesy can you get 
  • but you - you damn near drop all the snacks you’re holding because you laugh so hard you try to use your hand to slap your knee but everything tumbles out of your hands and Onew gives you this shining grin because FINALLY someone has acknowledged his comedian side
  • and he helps you pick up the snacks and he’s like ‘want to hear another good joke?’ and you’re like yes please oh my god
  • and he tells you jokes the whole night because no surgeries come in and you end up in tears at how bad, but funny they all are
  • and when shift changes come along, Onew offers to go buy you breakfast if only so he can tell you more jokes (and you know,,,,,get to know you a little better because hey you think he’s funny and you’re mega cute)  


  • dog show judge 
  • know way too much about dog fashion. like way too much. like no one should have this much knowledge on such an obscure topic
  • is universally feared and respected through the dog show community and anyone who participates is always worried about him because he has the highest standards
  • loves poodles. has a poodle shaped pen that he takes notes with when studying the contestants
  • if Key takes a photo with a dog, that dog becomes internet famous
  • owns 53 different ties all with different breeds of dogs on them
  • you’re a novice when it comes to dog shows, but your friend really wanted to enter her toy poodle in an upcoming event - too bad she got sick the day of and begged you to fill in
  • so you’re standing there in line and being judged by a bunch of well….other people with dogs
  • and your friends dog is dead about to roll over and fall asleep on your shows and you don’t know the first thing about dog show etiquette and you’re just a mess
  • and when you go up you see this handsome man in front of you whose eyes are piercing your soul and you’re like gulping and he’s like
  • “Well, what is your dogs name?” and you almost forget your own name when he speaks to you because wow dear god he’s - stunning but you mumble out the dogs name
  • and Key examines the dog like it’s some invaluable work of art and you see a small smile and you’re like ok ok ok he likes the dog
  • but then the portion where you have to walk the dog around the ring comes and you’re like trying to get the pup to budge but it wont and you can feel all these eyes on you and you’re like c’mon please,,,,,,
  • but then all of a sudden your friends dog bolts and pulls you along with the leash and you lose your footing and almost fall face first to the floor
  • but thankfully someone catches you around the waist, supporting you back to your feet and you look up and Key gives you a chuckle and he’s like
  • “First time?” and you nod your head, looking at him like a lost puppy and he’s like “You’re lucky you and the dog are cute.”
  • and with that he takes a hold of the leash from you, makes a clicking noise and the dog follows his commands perfectly as he walks the ring with it
  • and everyones whispering like oh MY god,,,,Key helped them out,,,, K E Y of all people,,,,
  • and when the show is over, your friends dog manages third place and you’re happy with that but when Key hands you the ribbon he slips in something else before leaving with a sly smile
  • and you look down to see a number on a piece of paper and it says ‘third place for a first timer is ok - but call me, and we’ll make that pup a winner.’
  • is Key asking you out because he thinks you’re adorable or because he thinks your friends dogs is adorable? im sure you’ll find out on your date~


  • movie director 
  • aesthetics, a e s t h e t i c s, A E S T H E T I C S 
  • “how can such a loud voice come from such a tiny body?”
  • gives actors acting advice without ever having acted himself but the advice is actual super good tbh he’s very in demand for movies nowadays
  • loves directing tragedies. he lives for the Drama 
  • will openly criticize bad script writing and will demand changes if he thinks things aren’t working out
  • he basically tries to do 23354 jobs at once, but his passion for good movie making is why any movie he directs ends up being a blockbuster
  • you work on the lighting crew for jonhyun’s latest film and everyone around you is always complaining about him having a ‘stick up his ass’ because he’s a perfectionist 
  • but you always feel uncomfortable talking about him that way because you know how hard he works and how much effort he puts into things and so most of the time you just don’t take part of the conversation
  • until one day one of the interns turns to you during break and is like ‘what’s the directors problem? he keeps badmouthing the male lead - but that actor has like ten years of experience. the director is so damn full of himself’
  • and you want to just keep eating your sandwich but you’re like no Time to Spill the Tea
  • and you’re like “that actor has ten years of experience of bad acting. he debuted with a movie that was a flop and has only starred in flops since. jonghyun is trying to save his ass from another flop so really we all need to shut it and let him do his job because without him - that actor would probably be done for.”
  • and with that you excuse yourself and get up to go get some coffee from the refreshments tent but you walk straight into someones chest and you’re like eep- im sorr-
  • and you look up to see jonghyun and you’re like gfdkhlslfd oh m y god im sorry director-
  • but he just grins and suddenly puts his arm around you and is like “do you mean that? that im that actors saving grace?” and you’re like oH YOU HEARD
  • and jonghyun gives you a toothy grin again and is like “you don’t think i need to get off my high horse?” and you like shake your head like “tbh i dont think you were on a high horse in the first place, that actors just on the floor compared to you.”
  • that makes jonghyun laugh and he ruffles your hair a bit and you blush like,,, what’s he doing,,,,,
  • and jonghyun is like “it’s nice to have someone on your side in the crew - remind me to hire you again for my next movie.”
  • he gives your hair another ruffle and you’re like omgomomog he likes,,,me,,,enough to want to keep working with me omomomg
  • and tbh you can’t help but do a little victory cheer for yourself and jonghyun’s going back to re-read the script but he can’t stop himself from smiling because he’s like “who knew we had such cute people working for us,,,,,” (you. he’s talking about you)


  • sports broadcaster 
  • everyone loves him because he starts off relatively calm and you know he’s making comments about the teams strategy
  • but halfway into the game he’s pulling his tie loose and yelling into the mic and losing his goddamn mind over a game of soccer
  • and whenever korea gets a goal he belts out like half the national anthem and is like KOREA 4 LYFE
  • and he basically gets super hyped and in turn it gets everyone else super hyped and it becomes a party
  • once ripped his pants jumping up onto the announcers desk and almost mooned every1 on tv,,,,,,beautiful 
  • you’re his makeup artist and every time you’re like ‘Minho if you sweat a lot the concealer might come off-’ and he’s like ‘ok i promise i won’t start getting overworked’
  • but LOL that doesn’t last by the next commercial break you have to run over and wipe the sweat of and touch up his whole face
  • and you’re always grumbling like Minho,,,,you are killing me,,,,,
  • and he’s always apologetic giving you the damn puppy eyes and you’re like thAT DOESNT WORK JUST CALM DOWN AND DONT SMUDGE UR MAKEUP
  • but then the next break comes and you’re back over there to touch him up and one day you’re just like “i swear you’re worse than idols who have to sweat when they’re dancing - you’re just here getting worked up over-”
  • but then you feel his arm come up to touch your cheek gently and he’s like “really, i know it’s hard but im really happy you bare with me.”
  • and you look at him, a small bit of sweat still apparent over his brow and his deep set pretty brown eyes and you swallow like
  • oh,,,,,it’s nothing i was just saying that because,,,
  • and Minho’s lips curl up a bit into a smile and he’s like “after this don’t fix my makeup - just get your things so we can go get dinner.”
  • and your heart jumps but you’re like gflkgljfe ok 
  • and the camera man is like we’re back on in 5 seconds and you need to scramble off the set, but then you catch Minho’s eye and he winks and you’re like,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,
  • and you’re like he really is a sweet perso- and then he starts yelling and you can see him touching his face with his hands and you’re like MINHO YOUR MAKEUP GOD  DAMMIT


  • museum tour guide 
  • “what did you study in college Taemin, art history?”
  • “I studied Egyptology with a minor in mortuary science. Do you want me to tell you exactly how it was that they made mummies? I even know the step-by-step intestines extracti-” 
  • weird facts enthusiast 
  • refuses to wear the ‘suggested uniform’ of the museum staff which is light and friendly colors he’s fine wearing his black eyeliner, black jeans, and black large sweater that swallows him whole
  • tells kids about how the god seth murdered osiris and when parents are like isn’t that a bit explicit Taemin is like ‘death is a part of life, they know that - right kids? we all die, isn’t that fun?’
  • how he hasn’t lost his job is a mystery 
  • you’re at the museum looking for something fun to do for a freelance project and you’re like trying to gain inspiration from all the cool ancient gods but nothing’s coming to mind
  • and Taemin notices how you keep scrunching up your nose and writing things down only to cross them out hastily and curmple the paper
  • so he like comes over and is like ‘Need help? (—-:’ and you’re like sighing like ,,,,, no not re-
  • but then you look up at him and you’re like in your head like o wait no ur hot and so you’re like ‘yeah!! do you know anything cool about the Egyptian gods-’
  • Taemin puts up his hands and is like ‘Say no more. I’m the man you’ve waited for your whole life.’
  • and you’re a bit red like,,, oh,,,w-what and Taemin is like my shift ends in 5 minutes wait here
  • and that’s how you end up in a cafe across the street where Taemin unleashes the longest explanation of ancient gods that you ever thought you’d ever hear in your life
  • but somehow it is super entertaining, maybe because Taemin is so passionate or maybe because the topic is actually much cooler than you expected
  • and Taemin somehow finally stops and you’ve got a whole half book of notes and he’s like hope i helped!!! and you’re like you did more honestly how can i ever repay you 
  • and Taemin scratches the back of his neck and he’s like ahhh,,,wanna go see this new documentary coming out on King Tut with me? Unless that’s bori-
  • but you’re like YES let’s do it it’s a date and Taemin is like cracking out into this big smile because usually people don’t want to be around him when he’s geeking out over stuff he likes but you seem so eager and he’s just like before you leave he’s like 
  • “can i kiss your cheek?” and you’re like omg ,,,sure but why did you ask?? and Taemin is like “Goddess Isis would not be pleased if I didn’t ask you first-” and you’re like hehe cute 
Roomies Part 2

A/N: Since everyone seemed to like the first part, I thought I should post this next bit, warning it does have smut. Also everyone who asked to be tagged, I have tagged you, but the ones with the strike through, your tag wouldn’t work for me, sorry. Also, I have started the next part, so stay tuned. Please let me know what you think!

Pairings: Steve x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut, Clit Stimulation, Penetration

Word Count: 3,000+

Blurb: Tony fucks up, causing half the tower to relocate – you get to bunk with Steve for a few weeks.  Then you go out dancing for your birthday, get drunk, try to sleep with Steve and pass out. Now you have to face the aftermath.

Sunday morning of the second week rolled around; you woke up, your head was pounding, your mouth felt dry and your whole body ached. You rolled over and found that Steve wasn’t in bed; in fact his side was neatly made. You sat up groggily, and realised you were wearing nothing but your bra and panties. You looked over but Steve’s side of the bed was neatly made.

“Oh god” you moaned, before throwing yourself back down onto the bed in a heap. What did you do? What did you say? Did you piss Steve off? Did you embarrass yourself? You were going to kill Nat for taking you drinking.

You tried to recall what you’d done, and when you couldn’t you climbed out of bed. When you rounded the end of it you saw your shoes on the floor near the door, and your dress lying haphazardly in the middle of the room, heading towards the bed. But you didn’t see any of Steve’s clothes, which meant…

You grumbled really loudly. You’d tried to molest Steve while he slept, and you were drunk? You were such an idiot!!! How would you ever face him? You snatched up your dress and threw it in the hamper, and put your shoes back in the closet, before grabbing some clothes and heading for the shower.

You knocked on the door and when you got no answer, you entered. The bathroom was immaculate, clearly Steve hadn’t been here this morning, which meant not only did you try and come onto him, you chased him out of his own room. Fucking fantastic.

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Cafe Prince || Jaehyun

A/N: I’m a sucker for coffee shop aus and Jaehyun, so why not bring them together lol.

Overview: Jaehyun has been nicknamed Cafe Prince by the locals because of his handsome looks and charming personality. What they don’t know however, is that he’s really just a dork with crappy pickup lines that somehow manage to woo you.

Word Count: 2,886

The cafe seemed busier than usual. Highschoolers at this place wasn’t a surprise, they came here to study, gossip after school, grab a sweet treat, take pictures for social media to look cool, etc. Today however, an unruly amount of teenage girls were packed inside the small building, giggling and trying to sneakily take pictures of someone working behind the counter. You peeked over the large line to see who attracted such a large crowd.

Suddenly you understood.

Behind the counter, carefully adding whipped cream and chocolate to a girl’s frappuccino, was a very good looking barista. Wisps of his brown hair rested in front of his sharp eyes. He finished making the drink and handed it to the girl, flashing her a bright smile. You could feel the entire line of girls, and yourself, melt. You shook away the feeling, embarrassed at yourself for being like that. You’re a university student, not a blushing high school maiden.

After waiting for what seemed like forever, it was finally your turn to order. The handsome barista returned to the cash register and rested his hands on the counter. He gave you a warm smile. “What can I get you?”

At that moment, you realized you didn’t even think about what you wanted. You said the quickest thing that came to mind. “The 127 latte.” You mentally cursed at yourself. You weren’t too fond of the 127 latte, but you panicked.

“Hey that’s my favorite drink, good choice.” The barista winked at you. You fought the bubbly feeling that was making you a bit woozy and handed the money to him. As he was getting your change, you glanced at his name tag.

Jaehyun huh?

You noticed he was wearing an IU sweater under his apron. “Hey, I like IU. Her latest song with G-Dragon is good,” you said casually. Jaehyun looked up at you in surprise.

“How did you?-”

You pointed at his shirt and he looked down for a moment before he started giggling. A shy blush was evident on his cheeks. “Ah, I didn’t realize what shirt I had put on this morning. Yeah I’m kind of a big fan. I went to one of her fan signs and she autographed my album.”

“Did you build a shrine around that album?” You teased. Instantly, you wished hadn’t said that. You were basically calling him a crazy-obsessed fan. Jaehyun covered his mouth with his hand and snorted. He instantly got to work on finishing your latte, a big smile still evident on his face. You noticed deep dimples appearing.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” Jaehyun chuckled, sticking his tongue out at you. He handed you your latte and a napkin. You thanked him and went to find a place to sit. Some of the girls chattering about mentioned you a few times in their conversation and you wondered what exactly they were saying about you. You shook your head and sat down at one of the booths in the back of the cafe. When you sat down, ready to study for your first exam, you noticed that Jaehyun scribbled something on your napkin.

Are you from France? Because madamn

You almost choked on your spit. You bit down hard on your lower lip so that you wouldn’t burst out laughing. What kind of cheesy pick up line… Did he come up with that by himself? You couldn’t fight back the smile that stretched itself across your face as you took a sip of your latte.

For some reason, it tasted better than you remembered.

Months had passed since that day, and Jaehyun had earned himself a nickname from the locals. They referred to him as the Cafe Prince for his good looks and charming personality. Unlike them, however, you knew that he was just a giant dork with crappy pick up lines that somehow managed to woo you.

Every time you came into the cafe, he greeted you with a wink. “What will it be today milady?” Which had you rolling your eyes, but smiling widely nonetheless. You knew each other’s names by now, and had this weird relationship going on. You started ordering the 127 late more frequently, mostly because it was a drink that took a while to make, which gave you time to converse with him. Within the time span of two to three minutes, you two talked about music, what you did outside of the cafe, where you go to school, etc.

Today, however, you wanted something different.

“The Cherry Bomb tea sounds good to me.”

“Hey, that’s my favorite drink!” Jae laughed.

“Really? Because I thought the 127 latte was?” You raised your brow.

Jaehyun motioned for you to come closer. You leaned forward, and it was when you could feel his breath on your ear your realized exactly how close you were to him. Your heart sped up and you mentally told yourself to calm down. “See, I’m not exactly a coffee person. I prefer tea,” he confessed. You pulled away with a dramatic gasp, covering your mouth to be even more extra. Jaehyun laughed.

“You heathen!” You joked. You both laughed it off before he yelled your order over to his coworker, Taeyong, whom you had also became quite acquainted with. He then turned back to you.

“So how did your exams go? From what you told me last week, they sounded brutal,” he inquired. You groaned and started going on and on about how your professor kept adding unnecessary info in your study guides, causing extra stress. When you spoke, Jaehyun always payed close attention, his focus entirely on you when he wasn’t making a drink.

You heaved a sigh. “I think I did okay, but it was a stressful experience.”

Jaehyun patted your shoulder in sympathy. Today he was wearing a fitted black tshirt and ripped jeans. A pair of rounded glasses rested perfectly on his face. He always looked so incredibly good, it wasn’t fair. You couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed when he worked, the shirt only added to the effect. He could make even the slightest gestures look unbelievably hot, and the already attractive gestures become knockouts. For example: when he wears dress shirts and rolls the sleeves up.

The whole plan of you not being a maiden in love wasn’t working so well.

“I hate when professors do that, luckily I haven’t had anyone like that this semester,” Jaehyun said, adding a tiny bit of sakura syrup to your drink. He finished his work and handed you your drink. He leaned forward again and motioned towards Taeyong. “Hey look, this drink almost matches perfectly with Sakura Boy over there.”

You clamped your hand over your mouth, knowing very well that if Taeyong heard you, both you and Jae would get a slap upside the head. Taeyong had earned a nickname from the locals as Sakura Boy, because of his bright pink hair. You were unlucky however, as Taeyong placed his metal pitcher of espresso down and turned towards you two.

“Are you guys talking smack about me?” He leaned on his elbow and raised an eyebrow.

Both you and Jaehyun gulped and returned to your previous engagements. You cleared your throat. “Aside from pinky over there, have you seen the others recently?”

There were also times where some of Jaehyun’s friends would come into the cafe. The whole place got ten times louder whenever they were around, disrupting your study sessions. One time, you watched as a really tall boy ruffled Jaehyun’s hair while speaking in a cooing voice, causing Jae to laugh so hard he almost knocked over the pot of coffee. Then Taeyong came over and told them to quiet down or leave. For someone who has bright pink hair, he sure wasn’t someone to mess with.

“Nah I haven’t. But I overheard some girls talking about some really weird coffee that we don’t sell. What did they say? Lulu coffee?” His nose scrunched up as he tried to remember. He looked like a cute, confused puppy.

“Foofoo coffee?” You asked. Jaehyun looked at you, looking even more confused.

“Foofoo coffee?”

“Yeah, it’s what people call coffee with lots of flavors, syrups, sugar and whipped cream,” you explained. Jaehyun nodded before a dumb smile appeared on his face.

“Heh. Foofoo coffee.” Then he burst into a fit of giggles. He turned towards Taeyong. “Hey Ty?”

Taeyong turned around again. “What?”

Jaehyun could barely get the words out without snickering. “Foofoo.” Then he threw his head back and laughed, so hard he had to brace himself on the counter as he slowly sunk down to the floor.

Taeyong sighed before pushing Jaehyun to the back. “This is why people don’t come here often, you laugh more than you work,” he muttered under his breath. Jaehyun was still laughing in the background.


It had been almost eight months since you first met Jaehyun. Summer came and left, and now you were starting a new semester at college. Fall colors were everywhere and you were so happy to start wearing your cute fall clothes again. You and Jae had become so close, people at the cafe were wondering if you two were dating. You laughed at the thought.

You thanked and paid Jaehyun for the drink and went to your usual spot in the back. This time, you were upset to see that he hadn’t included a napkin with a terrible pick up line. You sighed, you were really looking forward to it, as much as you hated to admit it.

You can’t crush on the cute barista Y/N, you never engage in activity outside of the cafe. Just stop thinking about it.

As much as you tried to push down your silly feelings, they just resurfaced, growing each time. You couldn’t even focus on your calculus homework because your thoughts kept distracting you. You let out a groan of frustration, slammed your textbook shut and gathered your things. Jaehyun watched as you leaved the cafe in a storm.

“Hey! Y/N, are you alright?” He called out.

He got no response as you hastily left the cafe and made your way home. Upon reaching home, you stormed up the stairs and into your room. You flopped onto your bed and let out the loudest and longest groan possible. You can’t keep hanging around the cafe, Jaehyun was too big of a distraction.

Since then, you ordered your drinks to go and left as soon as they were finished. Jaehyun was sad that you didn’t stick around, your presence always put him in a better mood. At first he wondered if you stopped hanging around because he forgot to write a pickup line for you on a napkin. It wasn’t that he forgot, he just couldn’t think of anything at the moment. He then realized you wouldn’t be that shallow, and was embarrassed he thought of that situation. Days turned into weeks, which turned into a month. He only saw you when you ordered a drink and then left.

You thought that your life would get easier by not hanging around much, but you were wrong. You missed Jaehyun and his crappy pick up lines. You missed watching him work from afar and engaging with his friends. You missed watching Taeyong smacking him whenever Jae made fun of him, you missed his deep dimples and catching him looking at you or vice versa. You missed your conversations over your common interests and your lives at university.

Congratulations Y/N. You really like this dork.

You couldn’t deny that fact anymore. Looking over at your calendar, you decided to go to the cafe on Saturday. You had to talk with him.

Saturday morning, you woke up earlier than you wanted. Your body seemed to be overly excited. You took a shower and put on a casual yet nice looking outfit of jeans and a sweater. You stood in front of your bathroom mirror, trying to hype yourself up and at the same time try to calm your nerves.

You can do this, just casually invite him to go see that new movie you both were talking about. Not that hard.

You wish it were that easy. The moment you stepped into the cafe, your were shocked to see that Jaehyun wasn’t there at the cash register. Taeyong was there instead. You walked up, trying to not to look surprised or upset. However Taeyong could read you like an open book and smirked when you walked up to the cash register.

“Jae isn’t here today, it’s his day off.”

You nodded and all hope flew out the window. I guess you would have to do it another time. You thought about going back home, but you didn’t want Taeyong getting suspicious, even though he’s been on to you since day one. “What makes you think I’m here to see him? I just want a 127 latte please,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

Taeyong snorted. “Right away your highness,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and waited for your drink. Taeyong made it faster than Jaehyun did. You unzipped your purse and got out your wallet to pay, but Taeyong stopped you. “It’s already taken care off,” he said, giving you a smile. Your eyes widened but you didn’t say anything. You were about to leave the cafe when Taeyong called out. “Hey what are you doing? You can’t leave with that cup!”

You looked down and realized he made your drink in one of the cafe cups, meaning you had to stay inside to drink it. You gave him a suspicious look and he just shrugged before winking at you. Before you could say something back, two costumers walked in. You went and sat at your usual spot in the back. The table had a bunch of napkins on it, the previous customers must’ve grabbed more than they needed. You reached for one and just stared at it, before you reached into your purse and pulled out a pen.

The napkins made you think of Jaehyun and his pick up lines.


Your hand moved before you even processed what you were doing. Two minutes later, the napkin was covered in doodles and Jaehyun’s name written in different ways. Soon you had gone through five napkins, each covered in doodles and Jaehyun’s name. You were busy working on the sixth one, forgetting all about your latte.

“Wow, you write my name nicer than I do.”

You shot up in surprise, the pen flying out of your hands. Jaehyun was leaning on the table, a mischievous smile on his face. Your heart did triple flips. “H-how long were you standing there?” You stuttered before mentally slapping yourself. You made a move to scrunch up all the napkins your doodled on before he could see any more. Your face was pure red at this point.

“Not long. Can I sit?” Jaehyun pointed to the spot across from you. You nodded and he slid in.

“So, I haven’t seen a whole lot of you. What’s up?”

This is it. This is your chance, right here, right now. “I’ve been kinda busy, I really want to do well in my classes. I’ve been studying more at home because I felt kind of distracted here.”

Jaehyun nodded. “I see. Is there anything else?”

You gulped. Was he on to you? Did he figure it out? Were you that obvious about your crush on him? Jaehyun was staring at you, his lips twitching into a smile. “Hey,” he said softly. You looked at him and tried to stay focus, but it’s really hard to do that when you’ve got a really handsome guy staring at you… lovingly?

“Hmm? Anyways, I uh was wondering if you’d like to- well it’s because we talked about it and you seemed really interested in it so I kinda figured-”


You stopped babbling. Jaehyun had leaned in super close to you, resting his chin on his hand. “Ye-yes?” You held in your breath.

“Would you like to go out sometime?”

You swore your heart exploded. You felt like your could rocket out of the building in excitement, and yet your body relaxed, your nerves calmed down and you felt yourself melting under his gaze. You gave him a smile, probably the biggest one yet. “I’d love too.”

Jaehyun’s dimples never looked deeper as he gave you a big smile as well. The two of you sat there smiling at each other until Jaehyun gently took hold of your hand and softly rubbed the back of it with his thumb. Your heart speaks up at the gesture. You were so tempted to close the gap between the both of you, his lips looked so soft and inviting.

Jaehyun seemed to know what you were thinking, because he started to slowly move in. Then a hand shot between your faces and you both jumped away in shock.

“Ew, not in public please, I have a cafe to run, not a drama theatre,” Taeyong huffed.

You laughed but Jaehyun was glaring at Taeyong. You poked his cheek to get his attention. “Weren’t you going to take me out anyways, Cafe Prince?” You teased. Jaehyun grinned and took hold of your hand.

“Heck yeah.”

Me Too: Gerard Way imagine

Y/N: I decided to combine two requests because they were kind of the same thing. This is also based off a true story I read online about one of Gerard’s old photographers. Also a huge happy 2017! You guys are amazing and deserve a spectacular year!

Anonymous said:
Hai!! Could you write an imagine with “Desolation Row” Gerard, where he is like a super bad boy, but has a soft spot for the reader and it’s really fluffy..??
Anonymous said:
Hey! If you have the time could you write a punk!gerard imagine? Supper fluffy but he’s like super mean to everyone but y/n

Leather jacket, ripped jeans, pale skin, jet black hair, cigarette between his lips, hazel eyes, feet propped up on a chair, smoke tumbling from his mouth, there he was. You watched carefully as a small boy named Frank pushed past you and stood beside him, hands on his hips. “What the fuck do you want?” the boy in the leather jacket snapped. People had talked about him everywhere. He was world famous anyways, lead singer of a rock band, super bad ass, the kind to back talk to a cop or kill a guy. You had heard his name a million times, Gerard Way. You just had never actually met him in person.

“Our manager’s telling us we have to go soon,” Frank snapped.

“Tell him he can suck my dick,” Gerard muttered. “I honestly don’t give a shit.”

“We have to go soon,” Frank persisted. “You can’t just sit there and smoke a cigarette. He’s going to come in here and kick your ass.”

“I’d like to see him try,” Gerard scoffed.

Honestly, you were nervous as hell. You had heard that he fired the last photographer and you weren’t ready to be the next. You cleared your throat, took a deep breath, and mustered up all the confidence within you before speaking. “Mr. Way,” you called his name. He whipped his head around, lowering his feet, groaning, tossing his cigarette to the ground, about ready to unleash all hell on you, but he stopped as soon as his eyes met yours.

All of a sudden, his defiant, angry, belligerent mood fades away and his pout turns into a smile. He drinks in the entirety of your presence and smirks. “Well what do I owe the pleasure?” he raised his eyebrows. He crushes the cigarette butt on the floor with the heel of his boot and sticks out a hand, covered in a fingerless glove, spiked wrists, matching every other punk accessory that adorned him. You shook his hand and gave a grin.

“I’m y/n,” you explained. “The new photographer.”

“Oh thank heavens,” Gerard sighed. “The last one was such a bitch. I have a good feeling you’ll be much nicer.”

“I hope I live up to your expectations,” you winked.

“You’ll be fun to have around,” he nodded. “When did you get here?”

“Just now,” you informed. “Heard you being awfully rude to your manager though.”

“He’s an asshole, he deserves it. Frank too,” he rolled his eyes. “Everyone’s been getting on my nerves lately, pushing my buttons, really pissing me off.”

“So I take it I better keep a safe distance?” you joked.

“Nah, you can get as close as you want, sweetheart,” Gerard gave a sly smile. “I promise you I won’t bite.”

“Gerard! Get your fucking ass out here!” Frank shouted. “I’m not calling you again!”

“Can you shut your damn mouth for one second?” Gerard yelled back. “Geez, I’m sorry. Being stuck on this tour bus really gets to me. I think I might need to get out once in a while, clear my head. I think I could use some company, too. You have any plans tonight?”

“Not at all,” you replied.

“Sweet,” he remarked. “It was lovely meeting you, but I’m afraid there’s a bunch of lunatics calling my name. We have some stupid ass sound check we need to be at.”

“It’s cool,” you reassured. “I’ll talk to you after the show?”

“Definitely,” Gerard nodded. “I’ll be sure to put on a fancy smile just for you, lovely.”

“That’d be perfect,” you decided.

“Can I get a name, perhaps?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Y/n,” you answered. “And you’re Gerard right?”

“The one and only,” he grinned.

“You’ve got one fucking minute until the manager comes in there and whoops your fucking ass!” Frank hollered. “I’d hurry the hell up, Gerard!”

“I’m going to take that as my cue to leave,” Gerard apologized. “I’ll see you around.”

“Good luck,” you chuckled.

Some people had called him weird before, but this wasn’t what you had expected. His snappy responses, constant cussing, loud voice, and hot temper seemed to vanish every time he so much as turned to face you. It was like the entire world was on his blacklist except for you. You rolled your eyes, thinking it must be a matter of time until he decided to unleash hell upon you too. He couldn’t keep up the act much longer. You had seen the way he yelled at Frank and treated his manager. You were only the photographer, which meant he could very well treat you a hundred times worse. The thought of it made you nervous. That’s why you seemed a little off your game when you went to the concert, snapping photos of the band as they jumped on stage, shouting lyrics and playing their instruments loudly, making awkward eye contact with the people in the crowd.

It was after the show and you were on the tour bus, on your laptop, filtering through your photos. You had noticed how many of them had turned out to be blurry, unfocused, or out of frame. That’s when you felt someone sit beside you on the couch and you looked up, realizing it was Gerard. “Those look good,” he pointed to one of them that focused on him screaming into a microphone. “I like them a lot.”

“That’s only because you’re in it,” you smirked, attempting to be playful.

“Yeah, but you’re better than the last one,” he reassured. “Honest.”

“Most of them are kind of shitty,” you insisted. “I’m not going to lie. You don’t have to sugarcoat it. I know they suck.”

“They don’t,” Gerard shook his head. “Hey Mikey! Come over here for a sec!”

“I don’t have a sec,” Mikey muttered from across the bus. “I have to take a shower. I’m yucky and sweaty and gross.”

“Just come over here, will you?” Gerard argued. He turned towards you and chuckled. “He’s my brother.”

“Fine,” Mikey complied, sitting down on the other side of you.

“Look at these photos,” Gerard explained, pointing to one you took of Mikey plucking away at his bass. “Aren’t they amazing?”

“Woah,” his eyes were transfixed on the image. “That’s great, y/n.”

“Told you so,” Gerard gave you a light shove. “You’re doing an amazing job and it’s only your first day.”

“Can I leave now?” Mikey wondered, irritated.

“Yeah, whatever,” Gerard rolled his eyes. “Point made valid, your photos are pretty stellar.”

“They’re average,” you shrugged.

“Enough of that,” Gerard laughed. “I’m going to go take a shower and then let’s go out for drinks or something at a bar.”

“Seriously?” your eyes lit up. “I thought we were confined to the tour bus.”

“Nah,” Gerard reassured. “You’ll be fine. I do it all the time.”

While you waited on Gerard, you tried editing some of the photos, cropping out a couple blurry edges, you couldn’t quite concentrate. His words were still lingering in your mind, the way he complimented your photos, how he seemed to be annoying or rude to everyone else except you, everything about him so confusing. How come he was such a dick to everyone but as soon as he made eye contact with you, all of that faded away and he was the sweetest dude you’ve ever met? When he reemerged from the back of the tour bus, his hair was neatly combed at the sides, eyes twinkling, dressed in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, sly smile. He extended a hand to you and you closed your laptop, excited. “You look great,” you raised your eyebrows. “Makes me feel underdressed.”

“You look fine,” he smiled. “You could outdo me any day.”

“Enough with the silly compliments,” you rolled your eyes. “Let’s go.”

“Whatever you say,” he winked. Goddammit why was he so cute sometimes? That was the other thing. All the time he looked like some crazy aggressive punk ready to beat the shit out of whoever so much as looked him in the eyes, but around you, he was an adorable fluffy kind gentleman asking you if you’d like to accompany him on a night out at a bar. This only perplexed you even more, and you decided to leave it be, linking your arm with his and following him out the tour bus.

“Where are you going?” Ray snapped, watching you two leave.

“We’ll be back soon, asshole,” Gerard reassured.

“Rude,” Ray glared, stomping onto the tour bus and leaving you and Gerard to travel down the sidewalk.

“Hey,” you decided to speak out. “You could be nicer.”

“So what?” he shrugged. “He deserves it.”

“Everyone seems to deserve it!” you threw your hands up in the air, frustrated.

“Not you,” he pointed out.

“Exactly!” you shouted, twice as exhausted with this mystery. “You’re so damn feisty and rude and mean to everyone except for me and I don’t know why!”

“Because…” Gerard’s voice faltered.

“Because?” you raised an eyebrow, yearning to know.

“Never mind,” Gerard sighed. “I’m just an angry person.”

“Yeah, well you could be angry at me too,” you argued.

“Come on,” he just ignored your suggestion and ushered you into a bar, holding open the door and leading you towards a seat. He ordered two tall beers and took a long sip, then stared at you. “Do you really want to know, y/n?”

“Yes,” you insisted. “I’ve been dying to know. And it’s only been one day with you but you confuse me so much and I-” You stopped instantly in the middle of your sentence, realizing that one of your favorite songs was playing. “Oh my god.”

“What?” Gerard inquired, thoroughly confused of what was going on.

“Oh. My. God!” you squealed.

“What is going on?” he repeated.

“It’s my favorite song!” you explained, grabbing his hand and yanking him up off the seat.

“What are we doing?” Gerard laughed.

“Dancing!” you exclaimed, swaying to the beat happily, twirling around. “Come on. Join me!”

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I’m not that big on dancing.”

“Gerard,” you begged, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“Okay,” he smirked, placing his hands on your hips and swaying alongside you. “But if Frank or anyone else sees me here, I will kill you.”

“I’m okay with that,” you giggled. “You can kill me any day.”

“I’m just joking,” he rolled his eyes, spinning you around once, then catching you in his arms. “I could never kill anyone as adorable as you.”

“I think you’re a softie,” you insisted, both of you swaying to the music. “All of this, the leather jackets, the cussing, the rock band, all of that, it’s a cover. You’re just scared of being vulnerable. That’s what I think.”

“That’s what you think?” he smiled, amused.

“Yeah,” you admitted.

“Well do you know what I think?” he questioned.

“What?” you inquired with a sly smile.

“I think you might like me,” he guessed.

“Really?” you smirked. “You think that?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, suddenly turning shy. “It was just an assumption.”

“Ah,” you nodded slowly. “So what if, um, what if I did like you? Just for instance?”

“Okay,” he took a moment to think for a second. “Well I think that maybe we could go on a nice date, to a bar or something maybe. Probably after one of my concerts, where I’d buy us a couple rounds of beer, and then your favorite song would come on, and we’d dance, even though I don’t really care for dancing. And maybe, just maybe if I got lucky enough, I could win a kiss at the end of the night. Because you know, I’d probably like you back.”

“Yeah?” a smile crept on your face.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But you know, that’s just for instance.”

“Oh,” you quickly responded. “Right…”

“Unless, you know, you really did like me,” he suggested. “And in that case, my assumption would be correct. I don’t know, cause uh, I didn’t get a response.”

“I see,” you sighed. “Are you still curious?”

“I guess you could call me that, yeah,” he admitted.

“I think I like you,” you confessed, not realizing that the song had stopped and the two of you were still swaying in each other’s arms.

“I think I like you too,” Gerard smirked. “So um, you think I could get lucky enough to get a kiss tonight?”

You didn’t even care to answer him, but instead, decided to plant your lips on his, pulling him closer towards you and felt him relax in your arms. “Yeah,” you chuckled, catching your breath when you both pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes. “I think you could get lucky tonight.”

“Well on that note,” he smirked. “I think we’ll have a very long eventful night in store for the two of us.”

“Not too eventful,” you narrowed your eyes, earning a laugh from him. You both looked around, realizing how dumb you must look standing up in the middle of the bar, and decided to return to your seats and finish your beers.

You two wasted away the rest of the night drinking and talking. You told him about your life, your family, your career, how you found out about his band, and all the crazy things you’ve heard about him. He told you about his insane experiences on tour, with the old photographer, being with the boys, becoming famous, singing on stage every night. You talked about what you thought the first time you saw him, and he told you about what he thought of you the first time he saw you. It was definitely interesting to see your two different viewpoints, and it must’ve been several rounds of beers before you both ended up kissing again, and eventually walking down the sidewalk and finding your way back to the tour bus. You didn’t know how it happened, but you found yourself cuddled up with him in his bunker, both of you underneath the sheets, his arms wrapped around you, lips pressed to your neck. “You know what you said earlier?” he mumbled. “About me pretending to be tough and fierce and all that because I was afraid of being vulnerable?”

“Yeah?” you asked.

“You were right,” he admitted. “But I was just scared of getting hurt. I thought maybe if I opened up to someone, loved someone, I might get hurt. I don’t know. It’s probably stupid.”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s okay. I just don’t get it, because I mean, you don’t have to be like that. You can let down your walls once in a while. You don’t have to treat everyone so rude. Just treat them like you treat me.”

“But they aren’t you,” he frowned. “Nobody’s like you.”

“I know,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m crazy, you don’t have to remind me.”

“No, you’re perfect,” he chuckled, pressing a light kiss to your lips. “That’s why I love you.”

“Love me?” you widened your eyes. “I thought you liked me.”

“Well I might be a little more than like,” he admitted.

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he blushed.

“Me too,” you grinned.

SF9 When They’re Jealous


Will get super quiet. As long as the other person is only talking to you, he won’t mind. But, if they step a bit too close or say something flirty, Youngbin won’t take it. He’ll casually walk towards you both and put his hand on your lower back. He won’t say anything. He does this to ensure your safety and comfort. If someone goes too far he will get angry, and he isn’t afraid of throwing a punch here or there.

“Come any closer and you’ll regret it.”

Originally posted by kimyumbin



Jealousy is written all over his face but he will still deny it. Any mention of the situation will make him become very defensive. After you give him a bit of reassurance, he’ll admit with a puppy-like face that maybe he was a little jealous.

Me? Jealous of that guy?? Why would I…?”

Originally posted by dangchanhee



They don’t call him “Manly Man from Busan” for nothing. He’ll eye you from the other side of the room with a serious expression. Since you know he is a literal fluffball, it won’t have any effect on you, but if the other person so much as catches a glance, he’ll book  it out of there. Satisfaction will cross his face and he’ll probably approach you for some way too lovey-dovey hugs.

“No one gets near my Y/N! <3 “

Originally posted by breakingsensation



If a guy even comes near you, he will run from the other side of the room to butt in. He knows you’d never betray him or even give anybody else a second look, but he thinks other guys won’t be able to help themselves. If the person ignores him and asks you a question (Are you free tomorrow, asking for your number, etc), Dawon will answer for you, loudly, all while pulling you close to him with one arm around your shoulders.

“Hey! Watch where you’re looking bub! That’s MY woman!’

Originally posted by fromthestothey

(Dawon pls)


If he’s ever jealous, he’ll stay mature about it if he is in front of other people. He’ll keep an eye on you to make sure the other person doesn’t try anything. As soon as you two are alone he’ll let loose and complain about it in a childish way. You can’t help but laugh at his sudden outburst, to which he replies with more complaining, combined with very dramatic pouts and shoulder movements. Won’t stop until you give him affection. Says he’s gonna beat the other person up, as a joke obviously.

“Why’d you let him get so close?? Aaah I’m gonna go crazy!”

Originally posted by softseong

I had to use this gif. I. HAD. TO. How could you go down the gif list, see this and NOT put it!?!?


Gets jealous pretty easily, but stays quiet about it, keeping it all inside. Zuho has his usual quiet moods so you don’t think much of it at first, but after a while you notice something is off and confront him about it. He denies that anything is wrong at first, but gives in after you press him on it. Comes clean about his feelings, may even be more than one occasion that he’s suppressed. You tell him that next time he should just tell you when it bothers him, which just makes him get a bit flustered. He agrees, but his first instinct is still to keep it to himself.

“I didn’t like how he looked at you…”

Originally posted by ch-ni



There are two sides to Yoo Taeyang, his sexy, savage side which he shows for fans in mvs and performances, and his normal, sweet, pure sunshine side. He could be giggling one second and if he even catches a glance of someone way too close to you, his face would change drastically. Whoever was with Taeyang would be so afraid of his sudden expression they would run over to you and tell the other person that if he valued his life he’d get out of there. You look at Taeyang, who has fire in his eyes and his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. You go sit down next to him and he switches back to his sweet and pure self, he moves your hair away from your cheeks.

“My girlfriend is so pretty. How can someone think they can just flirt with her… tsk.”

Originally posted by softjjongie

(this was one of the only Taeyang pics I could find where he wasn’t being pure goddang sunshine bless Yoo Taeyang)


Won’t say it straight out, but will be obviously upset, if not straight up angry at both of you. If the other person tries to chat with him, he’ll laugh mockingly at him. If you confront him about it he’ll brush it off like he doesn’t care. After you sit him down and make him talk he says he doesn’t want anybody to try to steal you away. Once you tell him nobody will, he’ll simmer down and go back to his normal giggly self.

“Hah! This brat. Who does he think he is?”

Originally posted by foxyins

(RIP me)


Will rarely get jealous. He encourages you to make friends and is happy when you get to go out and have fun with them even if he isn’t there. If any of them were to make a move though, he would get upset. He knows you wouldn’t do anything bad. Even after you apologized time and time again for it (though you didn’t want anything either), he will continue to assure you it’s fine, but he’s secretly very hurt. Chani will be very quiet for a couple days until he speaks freely with you about it and you reassure him that you’re his.

“It’s okay, as long as you’re still mine I don’t mind.”

Originally posted by fy-sf9

please love Chani he deserves it

Hello everybody!! I’ve been very inactive lately and have let my ask box get filled with requests… Good news is I FIXED MY COMPUTER! These are so much easier to make now, so I’m gonna work on all the requests in my ask box C: You’re still welcome to leave requests but just know its gonna take a while haha!

That Chani one left me a little sad so here have a cute little literal angel Kang Chani <3

Originally posted by princechani



Rocking the Boat (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

WARNING: HEAVY HEAVY SMUT, like damn. Also light scratching and slapping. Also swearing.

Being on a cruise should be fun, right? Like this should be an enjoyable experience. But as you watched a bunch of middle aged people drunkenly try to keep in time with Mambo No5 you couldn’t take anymore and stretched your legs on the deck. The sun was setting and it looked sort of beautiful over the ocean. Your parents had been invited by business partners who you pretended to know the name of as you’d been dragged a long.

You were polite and had nodded kindly at their stories about accounting and stocks, but now they were drunk you had dropped the ‘proper demeanour.’ You leaned out and let the breeze hit you, whipping your hair behind you. You bend over the rails to let the salt water whip around you to try and wake yourself up.

“You’re gonna fall in.” A voice calls behind you. You turn your head around to see some douche in a SnapBack cap and sunglasses. He’s holding a martini and wearing a blazer and shorts. You cock an eyebrow and he steps forward, “also when you bend like that you can totally see up your dress.” He wiggles his eyebrows and and scoff and turn back around, trying to control the red blush growing in your face, “can I help you with something?” You snap.

He moves to stand next to you; his who body turned to face you, “you looked just as bored as me.” You glance down at his half empty drink, “you seem pretty well entertained.” He sets the martini down on a near by table and shrugs, “why aren’t you drinking?” He asks. You turn to face him, “I’m not getting drunk with my parents and their co-workers.” There’s a tone of mocking in your voice that he’s either ignoring or just doesn’t pick up on.

“I’m Jared.” He stands closer to you and lowers his sunglasses, “(Y/N).” you inform him curtly and he leans in further, “you wanna get outta here?”

You squint, “we’re… On a boat?” You feel yourself laugh as he blushes and looks away, “oh right.” You watch his confidence deflates from him like some sort of wounded puppy, when he isn’t trying so hard to be an asshole he’s pretty… cute.

“whatever.” He cuts and you press your lips together. Maybe it’s the guilt or maybe it’s pure boredom, but you feel a little sorry for him. You look out into the horizon, “could you really see up my dress or was that just you being weird?” You ask. A smirk plays on his face as he looks up, “no you could totally see. White thong.” He whispered the last sentence and you feel yourself turn pink.

You clear your throat and glance back towards the room with all the other men and women on the cruise trying to do a botched group dance. You look back at him and bite your lip, “when you suggested getting out of here… What did you have in mind?”


You slam into the disabled bathroom stall as he locks the door behind you, he grabs and kisses you as you pin him against the wall. He pushes his hands up your dress and claws at your ass, looping his fingers around the sides of your thong. You kiss and bite down his neck as you tear off his stupid fucking blazer and throw his hat to the floor. There’s a moment between the breathless panting where you look at each other as if to ask if your both really going to do this. However it doesn’t last long as you your hand lightly along the tent in his shorts and he unbuckled his belt. He freezes, “I don’t have protection.” He breaths and you shake your head, “I’m on the pill. Are you like… Clean?” He nods and you nod in return, “me too.” You pull his shorts down and he props you up against the handle on the wall.

He rips your thong off and runs his hand up the inside of your thigh, eventually brushing against your clit. You gasp inadvertently and he chuckles, “you like that?” He asks and you gulp. The blood rushes away from your head as you breath out and nod. He pushes two fingers inside you, easing in and curling his fingers up. You push your mouth into his shoulder to stop yourself from moaning too loud. If anyone found out about this there’d be hell. You grab at the back of his shirt and he rubs his thumb lightly in your clit.

You hum and pull at his hair as you breath heavily into his ear, “J-Jared.” You whisper as he paws at your boobs, groping them with almost frustration. You push your hips against him and he goes deeper inside you, moving his thumb faster and faster in circles until your vision goes white and you close your eyes. Leaning against the wall as you cum and gripping the handle that your sitting in. You pant hard, “oh oh my god.” You groan louder than you’d like to be and he kisses your neck, shushing you quietly, looking insanely arrogant “you can’t be such a screamer when we’re fucking in secret.”

He pulls out his fingers and pushes his dick slowly inside you. You wince and tighten automatically and he lets out a loud sigh, “Holy fuck!”

You grin at him, “you can’t be such a screamer when we’re fuck- ohh god.” Your retort is cut short by him thrusting into you. You lean your head back and he grabs your waist, lifting you into of him as he sat on the lid of the toilet. You grind on top of him and he pushes up into you. He drags his nails down your spine while holding your lower back. He kisses your chest and you ride him, holding onto the wall.

He pushes further against type g-spot as his lips trace down your chest. Sucking and biting at you as you lean your head back, “don’t leave… Any… Marks.” You’re trying hard not to shout and he grins into you, “don’t tell me what to do.” He goes to keep leaving small bruises and you pull his hair so that his head is back and slap him across the face. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to leave a pink hand-print, “I said don’t leave any marks.”

He grabs you by the hips and and grinds himself into you as he pulls lightly on your hair. You gasp into the air as he ran his hands up your thigh and you feel yourself tighten around him. He rests his head against your shoulder as he pants, “fuck, oh fuck.”

You can feel yourself getting breathless as your thrusting becomes less rhythmic as you start to moan, covering your mouth with your hand. He stands up and you wrap your legs around his hips. He lifts you against the door and his thrusts become sloppy. He’s losing his control as you feel yourself go lightheaded again and a buzz formed around your brain as you cum for a second time. He moans into your neck as he quickly follows suit, cumming inside you.

“Holy shit.” He grunts through gritted teeth as you feel him shudder. Holding you tight and kissing your jaw. You slowly untangle your legs from his hips as he gently sets you down. You pull your dress down and look away flushed as he buttons up his shirt, “that was… Intense.” You can’t help but quietly laugh to yourself. He nods; looking equally bemused by how things had escalated, “yeah, you slapped me.”

“Sorry.” You say automatically, and he shook his head; “no it was… It was really hot.” He was smiling and leaned against the stall wall. You tried to smooth out your hair, “you’re still kind of an ass.” You remind him and he shrugged, “you’re still kind of a bitch. I don’t think either of us are looking for a relationship here.” He watches you adjust your bra and you look up at him, eyebrow cocked, “so what exactly do you think I’m looking for?”

He opened the door and looked behind him, “you being dragged to the company Christmas party this year?” He asked. You were, and you’d been dreading it. You nod slowly and he takes your hand and places something in it, “I’ll see you there.” He shuts the door of the toilet behind him and leaves.

You uncurl your fingers to see your own thong in your hand. That dick. Next time your hitting him harder.

little things to love about each member of performance unit :-)


  • Like he looks and acts really cool like a damn model, but once he actually starts talking he’s just so OVERLY EXCITED AND SMILEY AND JUMPY AND IT’S THE CUTEST THING,
  • it’s a complete contrast from his stage!self.(and when he dances oh diddly darn he looks like he could kill someone, his stage presence is no joke)
  • He even calls himself the “quiet pretty boy” and that describes him 50000% like he always has his head up in the clouds as if he’s looking for something greater than what’s here on earth (srry for getting poetic but it’s true and he’s a gift from the heavens)
  • (except when it comes to his good looks of course)(if i looked like that id never let anyone forget it either tbh)
  • (but he said he’s envious of seungcheol’s confidence when they probably have the same amount of confidence like wtf)
  • and this cutie also hides snacks with him but he said that sometimes the members eat them all (awwww)
  • but I bet he never even minds, he’s such a humble boy.
  • (or aggressively showing minghao his affection lmao)
  • And on OFD when he kept being everybody’s motivational speaker and had a “DON’T GIVE UP” attitude, like they could have been stuck in a Lord of the Flies situation with half of them dead and he’s be like
  • “This is fine, guys,we’ll find a way :-)”
  • “This is fine :-)”
  • “…”
  • “We can do it if we believe! :-)”


  • ok so i’m gonna try and not be biased so god help me,
  • but he’s such a good leader honestly, like he comes up with the choreography of every song,
  • and he also let’s chan come up with some parts,
  • and he gets inspiration from the littlest of things (like a damn tissue, rlly? omg)
  • like he’s so talented and ambitious, like i forgot who said this, but someone described soonyoung as a boy who just wanted to improve his singing, and he was part of the vocal team originally, but he wanted to dance instead,
  • and he’s so caring towards the rest of them team, like he never fails to let them know that he’s also their friend.
  • AND THE WAY HE TUCKED IN CHANNIE IN OFD, like he was up after he tucked him in, so chan was literally just waiting to be tucked in and i cried so much,
  • he’s such a nice older brother to him and he’s soo cute and soo fluffy and soft and the king of squish,
  • AND THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS WITH HIS TINY HANDS IS SO CUTE, like he grabs things with both hands kinds like a baby or a bear, OR A BABY BEAR, and he holds a microphone so preciously like he puts one hand on the bottom and one near his mouth and IT’S ADORABLE, THE SAME WHEN HE DRINKS WATER,
  • like the way he just holds himself is sooo cute.
  • Like when he smiles, his face scrunches up and his eyes almost completely close and his bunny cheeks get even more high, and then he also laughs with his entire body and he brings his hands up to face to clap in his cute way that he does, like he claps from the palm to the fingers adnjnjfevfvv and he makes himself into kinda a ball (do i make sense ajahah?)
  • He just cares so much for everyone and it just trying to make people smile, that’s all he wants. He’s such a pure soul :’-)


  • ok like with this boy you take one look at him and you go “awww he’s sooo cute :-)”
  • and you’d be right like 500000%,
  • like the way he talks so softly and his laugh is so dorky and his hair seems really soft despise it being probably dead
  • (like in 17project when he had a different hair color everyday and he looked so darn cute in all of them and when they performed everyone loved ‘the kid with the silver/blue hair’)
  • but he still somehow looks really cute ykno, lik even when he was screaming at mingyu in OFD (i swear, that show brought out their true selves) i was stilll heart eyes emoji on him.
  • but he did say thta he hated the fact that he’s so skinny and can’t put on weight :-( but he’s still really toned despise that !!!!!! like w o w
  • and the fact that he was probably was a puppy in his past life
  • likr really showing soonyoung how much he respects him but choosing woozi over him one time
  • (which resulted in a pouty soonyoung awww)
  • and the way he’s just always fanning over chan and squeezing his face like he’s the cutest little thing ever (he is)
  • and let’s not forget about his bromeo mingyu who are the kind of best friends that keep reminding everyone they’re best friends no matter how annoying it gets,
  • and idk minghao just gives me such bubbly feels ykno, like he’s so cute and sweet but also has such an independent aura around him


  • AwwwW my boyfriend channie, who everyone plus their mom love to fawn over,
  • but hey he can’t help it that he’s the cutest person in the world.
  • And like he’s honestly such a good answer which must come from his genes because his parents are also dancers wow boi.
  • And he’s so neutral evil like this fker acts like such a sweet endearing maknae but will probably break a plate and blame the hyungs so tht he can watch hell unfold bc he’s sick of them, what a babe.
  • And like he tries to be a bright person to cheer up the others which must be hard on him yknow, everyone deserves to feel down once in a while but he tries to not let it show
  • i also like the way he has just gotten used to the idea that he will probably always get fawned over for being young so HE TAKES WELL ADVANTAGE OF THAT
  • and like his voice is so deep too,
  • like in still lonely when he had tht part with hosh and HE DID UNDERTONES
  • and he’s also growing so handsome :-))!!!!
  • like we already knew he was an attractive kid
  • but he’s growing (not taller rip)
  • like his features
  • or how he kept telling the members in OFD that he’s gonna have to date one day
  • and they were all like “NOOOOOOOOOO”


I Can’t Go On If You’re Not Here

Originally posted by nochuie

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

You have been in love with Jeongguk since freshmen year of college, but you never had the courage to confront him about your feelings. A new girl pushes you to admit to him finally what you both were waiting for.

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3


Light filtered in through the pale beige linen curtains. It was too early to be waking up. You were sprawled on your bed in a very unladylike fashion with your legs sprawled, but you didn’t really care. Waking up was the hardest part of your day and when you did wake up you would think about your nap when you came home. It was a never ending cycle of sleeping and waking up. You stretched and you felt something that definitely did not feel like a plushy pillow. Opening your eyes you see Hoseok on your bed.

“Hobi, what are you doing on my bed,” Hoseok wasn’t suppose to be sleeping in your bed, it was barely big enough for you. All you got in response for your question was a grunt and he just ended up snuggling into your blankets.

Aish this lazy sack of shit. You had to get ready and get to class, he needed to get out. You tried poking at him with your foot but to no avail. You grabbed the Ryan Plushy Jeongguk got you for your birthday and started to smack Hoseok. Sleeping Hoseok was harder to wake up than a bear in hibernation. He only wakes up when he smells food. Fatty.

You decide to get up from your warm soft bed and go make coffee in the kitchen. You were still wearing the clothing from last night but now in a more crumpled version. The apartment was quiet and empty. You went across the hall to Jeongguk’s room, you wanted to knock but you refrained from the last moment. You didn’t want to know if he came back with her or if he didn’t come back at all.

Jeongguk barely brought girls home because he knew that you hated the noise. He had brought a girl over in the beginning of sophomore year. It was an understatement to say that you were angry. You were furious. After the girl had left and Jeongguk emerged from his room at noon, on the search for subsistence. You knew he always became very hungry after sex, so you being you decided to lock up the refrigerator and the pantry doors. Petty but you couldn’t help yourself. You heard the sounds that Jeongguk had elicited from the girl and the uneasiness of your standing with him continued to shift. The girl had made some pretty loud pleasurable sounds that traveled wretched airways across the hallway separating your rooms. You were ready to break into his room and wrangle her to death.

But instead like a proper college student, you hit him where it hurts, his stomach. You grabbed all your locks that have accumulated from your brief experimentation with riding a bike to school. Jeongguk had come out of his sex hole and was mildly surprised to say the least. He begged on his knees and promise that he would have to buy you dinner for forgiveness. Let’s say after that incident he very sparsely brought girls back to our place. It gave you brief peace before you realized that it would have been better if you knew what he was doing than you constantly guessing where and who he was doing.

Jeongguk’s room was still silent as you pressed your ears to the solid wooden door frame. You wanted to open his door and lay on his bed and envelope in his unique cotton scent. He probably was still at Jennie’s, snuggling with her. You felt your eyes tear up, he had promised that he would come back after their date. But you couldn’t dwell on that, this was just a minor setback to your whole plan. The school year was quickly coming to a close and it was about time after waiting four years. You padded towards the living room, your stomach rumbling with anger.

To your extreme surprised, there was a girl in who was using your stove. A girl who was wearing only a white shirt with her brown hair in a messy bun precariously placed on the top of her head. Her back was still towards you, she was humming. You quirked your head to the side. Who was this girl?

“Um, hello?” You made yourself known to the random girl who had invaded your apartment.

“Oh my. Who are you?” The girl whipped around, her bun bouncing around. She was holding your red frying pan with an egg cooking in it.

“I live here? Who are you?” You were really hungry. You didn’t have time for this girl, whoever she was.

“I’m Jennie. Jeongguk and I just got in a few minutes ago,” The girl introduced herself and went back to cooking. She didn’t seem to grasp the situation. You were sure that steam was rolling down your back and up into the air. “Are you Jeongguk’s little sister? I don’t remember him mentioning that he lived with his sister.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. Jeongguk’s sister? So this was Jennie, the girl that has Jeongguk so enamored. She was really pretty, no doubt with long legs and a delicate face. She was dressed in Jeongguk’s shirt and prancing around your kitchen.

“I’m Jeongguk’s roommate, Y/N. Where is Jeongguk? I have to go talk to him,” You were about to smack Jeonguk five ways to hell. What was he thinking bring Jennie back to your shared place? He knew how much you hated being disturbed in the morning by his friends.

“Oh he’s in the shower. We had a long night, if you know what I mean,” Jennie turned on her heels to look at you and winked. You were taken aback. You didn’t know what to do, either to cry or yell.

You spun around and started to march towards Jeongguk’s room. You were about to rip Jeongguk’s heart out of his chest. Before you could, your bedroom door swung open and Hoseok came bumbling out. His stature dwarfing your door frame. He was still dressed in last night’s clothes with rumpled hair, eyes bleary. But he was missing his shirt, Hoseok didn’t like to sleep with his shirt on. He said it constricted him when he slept. His eyes weren’t even completely open before he registered that you were standing there.

Jeongguk’s door also opened and the man himself stood there. He had just come out of the shower, his body wash still fresh and you couldn’t help but close your eyes for a second and let the fragrant wash over you. He was wiping his wet hair with your blue towel.


Before Hoseok could finish, Jeongguk was on alert. His wet hair forgotten.

“Excuse me, what are you doing here? And why did you just come out of Y/N’s bedroom, shirtless?” He started to grill Hoseok. His eyes darting to yours in a silent accusation. Jeongguk had no right to accuse you of anything. He had brought Jennie back to your place and she was cooking for christ sake.

“Hoseok, get back in my room,” You started to shove him back into your room, trying to minimize the damage. Hoseok didn’t fight with you and landed his fat self back onto your bed. You took a blanket and covered him, he could catch a cold. Jeongguk was still waiting outside the open door with an indescribable look on his face. Hoseok never slept over when Jeongguk was here. He always came when Jeongguk was visiting his parents or brother. You closed the door behind you, obscuring Jeongguk’s view from Hoseok’s sleeping form.

“Y/N, why is Hoseok half naked in your room? Can you explain?” Jeongguk ran his fingers through his wet locks that stuck to his forehead. His face radiated a youthness that you couldn’t describe. He always looked so fresh after washing up. It was your favorite look on him, it gave him an innocence that you adored.

“Tell me why Jennie is cooking in my kitchen first then I’ll answer you about Hobi. Also please explain why you didn’t come home even though you promised you wouldn’t stay out more than two hours,” you leaned against the wall where picture of you and Jeongguk were displayed.

“Okay I can explain I promise. I got sidetracked. Jennie had taken me on an adventure. I finally fulfilled my dream of breaking into a museum and looking at the art uninhibited and with no people around. She took me around the city to show me her favorite places. Y/N I’ve never met a girl with a sense of adventure like her. I think I’m in love,” Jeongguk dropped, shyly looking down.

You couldn’t keep the frown off your face, “Jeongguk, you promised you would come back to me in two hours and you ditched me for a girl because you were having fun? I get that I do but couldn’t you just have shot me a text telling me that you weren’t going to come home? I was so worried, I didn’t know where you were and what you were doing. And Jennie isn’t the only one with a sense of adventure.” The last part slipped out. You couldn’t help yourself. Jealously was clawing at you. Jeongguk was an adrenaline junkie. He loved to do and experience new things. You were always a little on the safer side, you never really like the venture outside of your comfort zone. You would watch him from your little safe bubble and cheer him on.

“I’m sorry, my phone ran out of battery. I was going to call you I swear. And I know you’re fun, but Jennie is a different kind of fun. I promise I’ll make it up to you today. I’ll treat you to your favorite raspberry sorbet today after dinner,” Jeongguk begged with his puppy dog eyes, he reached for your hands and brought it to his chin. You couldn’t resist. He was just too cute. You knew you had to tell him your feelings tonight before he could entrench himself deeper into Jennie. She wasn’t right for him, you were.

Jennie eventually left, still wearing Jeongguk’s shirt. You tried to ask Jeongguk about it and he just chuckled to himself with his little secret. Hoseok had snuck out after hearing your conversation with Jeongguk. He crawled out onto the fire escape and him being the little cheeky bugger he is, sent you wink as he went down the ladder.

It was noon when the apartment settled down. Jeongguk was napping on the sofa after you watched Friends together. It was his favorite show. He had said that his friend, Namjoon loved it and recommended it to him one day and he has been hooked ever since. You began to tidy up the apartment as he was taking his little cat nap, doing the laundry because it was your turn. The feeling of domesticity had really hit you as you started to unfold Jeongguk’s trousers. You were living the relationship but you weren’t in it.

It was four o’clock when Jeongguk had finally come around, “Hey, do you wanna go out for dinner or stay in?”

You were craving Japanese so you guys went out eat, “You have to pay today because you surprised me when Jennie this morning. You know she ate the rest of my bagels and cereal? I expect to be reimbursed for this.”
Jeongguk let out a loud laugh, the laugh where he would tilt his entire head back and laugh with his whole body. Your favorite. As you two strolled down the street to the little quaint sushi restaurant around the corner from your apartment. He slid his hand down and interlaced your fingers. You couldn’t help but blush a little every time he would take your hand. The concentrated bundle of nerves in your stomach started to act up again. It couldn’t be that hard to admit to Jeongguk that you had basically loved him since you’ve known him.

“You and your food. I’ll buy you some later when we get ice cream. Now let’s get food, I’m starving,” Jeongguk quickly dragged you into the dim lit restaurant. The waitress seated you and him in the cubby corner. The restaurant was having a slow night, there were only a few customers littered around.

“It’s been so long since I been here. You’re always so busy,” Jeongguk said as he picked up the menu. He didn’t even bother reading it. He picked at the fraying edges of the cover.

“Hey, I’m not the only one who’s busy. You barely been around the house. Do I have to remind you that is your turn to pay the water bills. I hope you didn’t forget,” You quickly scanned through the specials and motioned the waitress over.

“I’ll get the udon with beef and he’ll get the miso soup, the spicy tuna rolls, and udon with chicken and pork with no soybeans,” you smiled at the waitress and handed her both your menus.

“I never forget. I always pay the bills. I’ve been busy with dance, in which you haven’t shown up in,” Jeongguk leaned back into the deflated leather seat.

“I’ve been meaning to go, I’ll stop by tomorrow. I missed dancing, Hoseok keeps pestering me to go. The new student, Jongsuk also wanted to check it out after I mentioned it to him. We need more recruits.”

“That reminds me about this morning, why was Hoseok in your room this morning? Did he come after or before you found out I wasn’t coming home yesterday. You know he used to like you. What if he pulled a move and I wasn’t there to deflect it. I heard from Jimin that he was planning to ask you out. Jimin never lies,” Jeongguk said with a straight face. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“C’mon Jeongguk. You know that Hoseok doesn’t like me or ever have. He’s one of my oldest friends. Hoseok is also very straightforward. If he ever felt any of those feelings towards me, he would tell me right away. He had come after I knew you weren’t coming home. We just drank and talked. That’s it. He didn’t try anything on me nor will he ever in the future. I mean, look at me? Remember when Hoseok dated that model, I don’t even hold a candle to her,” You shook your head at him. What was Jeongguk thinking?

“Y/N, you should know by now how attractive you are? I don’t know why you don’t haven’t had a boyfriend for such a long time already. You’ll see when I say Hoseok has a thing for you. If he didn’t why would he always stick around you? Why did he try so hard to convince you to join dance? So he could show off his moves to you and make you fall in love with him,” Jeongguk was hilariously stuck on his point. He was sadly misinformed.

“I can promise you, he doesn’t like me. He also knows that I’m interested in someone else. I really like him but he doesn’t know. It’s been so long and I’m so ready to tell him,” You tried to hint to Jeongguk but he was oblivious as always.

The waitress set down two ice waters and you couldn’t help notice that she was staring at Jeongguk. He was dressed in a plain black t shirt with black jeans, piercings lined his ears. He was too hot not to look at. He reached over and puckered his mouth and sucked on the straw. Both of you stared at him, unable to take your eyes off of him. The waitress finally snapped out of her daze and scurried away.

“You always tell me about this guy that you like but you have no guts to admit to him you like him. Just tell him, how long has it been? Once you tell him it’ll be all fine. I don’t know you could hold this all in,” Jeongguk continued to sip from his straw.

You wanted to tell him so bad, but the words couldn’t come out of your mouth. You didn’t know to formulate the words. All you had to say is , “it’s you,” but it didn’t come out.

Family reunion

request: Yes

request/plot:  So idk how to send in requests.  You said everything was open I’m hoping fics too. I had this idea stuck in my head for forever. Where Jason and the reader are childhood friends and no one knows about her. Her and Jason got together while jason was still alive. 1 week after jason dies shr finds out she’s pregnant but by then she already tried to kill the joker and had left gotham to train with death stroke. The baby is a boy his name us cora and reader made sure he knew who his father was. 1 year after Jason comes back from the deaf cora is like 6 .they ho back to gotham. And coras favorite vigilante is the red hood. Ending is up to you but I’m hoping it’s a happy one. Totally cool if you don’t want to do it. Also I love your blog - @foodlover133

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Floppy Eared Galra Keith Head Canons

Because I needed them. @palidont got me hooked. And @ralligay jumped on the bandwagon with me.

(Co-written with @ralligay)

-When a Galrans are first born, they have floppy ears like a German Shepard puppy, but after time the straighten and perk up as they grow. 

-Keith on the other hand, had the misfortune to have one ear that did not do this, so he’s stuck with one floppy ear and one ear straight and perked. Making it look cute and ridiculous at the same time. 

-So when Keith’s come in for the first time years later after being a human, he thinks they both have finally perked up. But then one just stands to attention one day and the other continues to stay flopped over. 

-He’s with Pidge, Hunk and Lance at the time and they all just die laughing and Keith is doesn’t understand. 

- “What?

-Lance is wiping away tears ”Oh God, you look so ridiculous but so adorable at the same time.” Keith is so confused before Hunk points at his reflection in the window and Keith just goes beet red because one ear is standing at full attention whilst the other is still flopped and limp on his hair.

-Both his ears however continue to drop when he is sad, and he has the whole puppy dog look down pat. (No matter how much he protests)

-Lance can’t let it go and starts up the nickname Floppy, which Keith completely detests. But it’s stuck now. He’d prefer it to Patches which he got for the skin changing, but Floppy is just mortifying. And Keith has to endure so many months where Lance wouldn’t call him anything else.

-Every morning, this is a burden he must bare. He often tries to get it to stand up, spending a ridiculous amount of time trying to get it to stand up, but he always has to give up and and go to breakfast in defeat. 

-It literally turns into the same type of conversation he had with the red lion the first time, “Right, okay. Come on, ear. You can do it. Stand up and we won’t have to suffer anymore… Come on, ear, stand up.“ silence "FOR THE LOVE OF VOLTRON, STAND UP, WILL YOU???”

-One morning they overheard him, and let’s just say it was a disaster for Keith. 

-“What is he doing?”
“Trying to get his ear to stand up.”
“Aww, poor guy.”
“Does that mean you’re going to stop giving him grief over his ear?”
“What? Hell, no.”

-There was also that really embarrassing morning when he hadn’t said ear and Shiro thought he was talking about something else standing up and he bursts in the room concerned when he sees Keith holding his ears in aggravation (And now mortification) and Shiro realizes Oh, ears, right

-At one point Keith got desperate so he attempted to tape his ear up with invisible tape to keep it up to try to end the teasing, but it only makes it worse when they find out.

-Lance sits next to him at breakfast, ready to make a comment when he sees to perfectly perked ears (albeit he’s noticing one is dangerously close to drooping again). Horrified that the fun might be over he leans over to inspect them, totally invading Keith’s personal space when he sees the tape reflect in the light. Dude-Is there tape on your ear? And then proceeds to die of laughter

-Lance rips the tape off, because how dare he try to cheat? And the ear just flops over again much to Keith’s dismay and Lance’s delight. Keith tries to give him a really pissed glare for breaking his cover, but Lance just can’t take him seriously because one ear is flopped over and that’s hilarious

-At one point Keith asks Pidge for a modified helmet because he’s tired of squishing his ear into his helmet and being uncomfortable. 

-The first modification, they just cut holes into the top. But that was a problem when it needed to be used in space and second Keith was embarrassed because one ear stuck out and he had to pull the other out and it just flopped down on the helmet, leaving the others to giggle for hours about it.

-The second was a helmet with the ears added on top, but Pidge bent the second ear, so now his helmet had a floppy ear, and Keith refuses to wear it. Im not wearing it - Floppy Please! -That’s not MY NAME - But it won’t crush your ear! It can lay happy instead of being forced in another position!

-They make him one with normal ears in the end, but just to Keith’s luck it happens to break within the first week and they get called on a mission and Keith has to wear the floppy eared one

-The other Galran’s think it’s the funniest thing in the universe that the red paladin is not only half-Galran but he has a floppy ear and needs a modified helmet to function without crushing them.

-Aw, this little Galra has a bent ear- IM 18 YEARS OLD

-It’s really distracting for them, and it irritates Keith so much to her it in battle, especially because Lance takes advantage and starts calling him floppy in front of the entire fleet. 

-”Hey Floppy! Over here!”

-”Oh my Zarkon… Floppy. That’s an adorable human custom if I’ve ever heard one.“

-One day Keith slept to hard on his other ear the night before and he’s forced to go the whole day with two floppy ears

-Lance also uses the ear as his advantage when he can’t find Keith. 

-”You know the smaller Galra in red with a floppy ear,"and “About this high, wearing a red paladin suit, has purple patches on his skin, one floppy ear”

-Also, with all the art with Thace imagine him talking to Keith about how long it will take his ears to stand up and Floppy just slips out and Keith is like “WHAT? HOW COULD YOU? I thought you were my father,

-Bonus for the Klance Fans:
-Eventually they find out there is only one thing that gets the ear to stand up. It’s when Lance kisses him. For some reason,Lance will lean in and give him a peck and the ear just pops up like HELLO, and LANCE DIES because It’s like a girls foot popping up when she’s being kissed, Keith it’s so cute

-The first time this happens Keith gets so excited because yes finally it’s perked up but then it droops again and Keith is super frustrated. Lance finds it adorable