shh just go along with it

Enough is Enough

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,067

Warnings: slight panic attack, language, asshole Dean 

Request: Can I request an imagine where the reader lives with the brothers at the bunker & Dean is always a jerk to her & then one day she has a panic attack & then fluff ensues…

Summary: Reader has lived & hunted with the boys for 3 years & usually puts up with Dean being a dick pretty well. One night, she can’t take anymore and has a panic attack.

A/N: Enjoy!! Feedback greatly appreciated!! And thank you to @mamapeterson for just reading over this before I posted it lol wasn’t too confident on it tbh but I hope y’all like it!!

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You deserve better

Jughead x reader

In which the reader starts crying because of how great Jughead is.

(aka me)

It was raining outside. It was hailing earlier, harsh and cold, with a concrete-like-sky and an unrelenting chill, but now it was soft, tentative, and swirling. It was one of those unsettling situations in which it was raining, but the sun was also bright. The tarmacked ground outside was wet, but shining. Raindrops were settled on my windows, but the light was shining through them, making my room even brighter than if they weren’t there. I saw him cross the road, his hands in his pockets, and his eyes squinted against the rain. I noticed he had his backpack on his shoulders, which was never good. I took out my headphones and rushed down the stairs, opening the door for him. He walked in, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and I laughed.

“I need a place to stay.” He said, his eyes pleading. I smiled.

“Of course, Jug, whenever.” His face relaxed in relief, a grin spreading across his face. This was not the first time Jughead had had nowhere to go, and had come to stay with me. The first time he had tried to hide it from me, attempting to sleep at school, but of course I had not allowed that to continue. My parents weren’t around anyway, so there was no one to tell him no.

“Maybe you should just come and live here all the time.” I joked, and he laughed as he kicked his shoes off, but then he looked up at me, and suddenly that suggestion seemed all too real. I followed him into the kitchen and lifted myself up onto the side as he leant against the sink. I didn’t ask what had happened to make him, once again, homeless, but instead started an entirely unrelated conversation, for which I know he was grateful.

My studying was abandoned, and we ended up sprawled across the sofa watching movies, as per usual. We each leant with our backs on one arm of the sofa, our legs entangled in the middle. I looked over to him as the credits rolled, surprised to find him fast asleep, his head slumped down onto his chest. Jughead never really slept, so I felt as though it was a privilege to see him do so. His face seemed so much more peaceful, the seemingly constant furrow of his eyebrows smoothed out, and his mouth relaxed. I stared at him for so long, his face now only lit up by the faint light of the white lettering on the screen. I thought about how rarely he looked calm, peaceful or content, and how much I wanted him to be. This seemingly gloomy, angry teenage boy, who had turned out to be so gentle and good. We had been friends now since third grade, when I moved to Riverdale. I didn’t really have anyone before that, and then Jughead strolled into my life with his stupid hat and satirical humour and made everything good. He deserved so much better than what he was given.

Suddenly there were tears in my eyes and a swelling in my throat as I desperately wished Jughead Jones happiness. I let out a silent laugh as tears ran down my face at the absurdity of the situation. I was literally sitting next to my sleeping friend, crying at how great he was. I shifted my legs, moving to stand up, but froze as Jughead’s body stirred at the movement. His eyes opened slowly, looking around blearily as his legs shifted. They met mine and widened in alarm as he noticed the tears on my cheeks. He sat up quickly.

“Y/N?” He asked worriedly, his hand reaching for mine. This movement, paired with the concerned look on his face, seemed to intensify my emotions, and I let several more tears leak out of my eyes as I looked at the wonderful boy in front of me. He frowned even more, distressed by my sudden onset of emotions, moving towards me on the sofa.

“Hey, what is it?” One of his hands took mine, while his other rested on my leg, rubbing up and down. He was just making it worse. “Y/N, what is happening?”

I wanted to laugh at his obvious confusion, but water just kept trickling out of my eyes. I chuckled weakly, attempting to wipe the tears off my face, but they were just replaced. I brought my legs up and off the sofa, shuffling along it towards him and leaning into his ready arms. My cheek pressed against the side of his chest as I continued to cry. It was just getting embarrassing at this point, I didn’t even know what I was upset about anymore. His arm came around my shoulders, the other one moving to grip my hand as he rested his cheek on top of my head, obviously realising I just needed a hug.

“Shh, Y/N please stop crying. Or at least tell me why you’re crying, I mean I really have no idea what’s going on.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down my shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort me. I let out a weak and watery laugh, the occasional tear still sliding down my face.

“You’re just really great.” I mumbled into his shirt.


“You’re great okay, Jughead, that’s why I’m crying!” I said a bit louder, almost annoyed with him. There was a moment of silence before he started laughing, as I knew he would. I rolled my eyes,

“Yeah, go ahead, laugh it up, I’ll just sit here and cry.” I grumbled as he continued to laugh. He leant back to look down at me, smiling.

“You’re crying because… I’m great?” He asked, frowning and chuckling. I huffed,

“Yes, Jug, I’m crying because you’re great.”

“Okay, I’m gonna need some clarification.”

I sighed, leaning further into him, his arm still around me.

“Well I just started thinking about how much you have improved my life,” I started quietly, half into his chest, embarrassed to be confessing this to him. “And then you were asleep and you looked so peaceful and I wish you could be like that all the time because you deserve to be happy, and you don’t deserve anything bad to ever happen to you.” I rambled off, shutting my eyes as another tear slipping onto my cheek. There was silence for a moment, before he removed his arm from me and turned around to face me, his eyebrows furrowed and a small, bemused smile on his face.

“Y/N, I am happy, you know that right? Especially with you.” He looked me in the eye.

“Sure, I have a pretty shitty home life, but doesn’t everyone? There are plenty of people who have it worse than me, and I count myself lucky for what I do have.” I smiled up at him, and he moved his arm back around me, looking forward. “I think you underestimate how happy you make me. Don’t think it’s just you who’s all grateful, Y/N, that’s not fair. Sure, I may not cry about it,” I laughed, “but I have you, and as disgustingly cheesy as it sounds, that’s pretty much all I need. You know, I think the reason I looked so peaceful when you were watching me sleep, which is creepy by the way, is because I was here, with you. This is the calmest, safest place for me. Right by your side.” He pressed his lips against the top of my head, and I tried very hard not to cry again. Why does he do this to me?

I thought about what he had just said, and a small smile spread across my face. The best thing I could do for Jughead was just to be with him. To be there for him, and to make him laugh, and let him stay at my house, and watch movies with him when I’m supposed to be working. To be his friend.

I took his hand as we pressed ourselves into each other, enjoying the silence, the darkness and each other.

Okay so this is a bit of a weird one but perfectly sums up how I feel about Jughead.

@ riverdale writers make him happy pls

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4. “What the hell is going on?!” Ron found Drarry

Warnings: mildly nsfw? i dont really think so but i’ll say it just to make sure

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“Shh,” Harry shushed as he pulled a giggling Draco into his bed, closing the curtains around them.

“I can’t help it!” Draco attempted, but failed, to whisper. “It tickled when you put your hand on my side!”

Harry raised an eyebrow at him.

“Draco Malfoy, ticklish? That certainly isn’t something I would have expected.”

“Yes, well, you learn something new everyday,” Draco said, grinning, before pouncing on Harry to place loud, sloppy kisses all along his neck.

Harry let out a quiet groan and then grabbed Draco by the hips to flip them over.

He started on Draco’s lips before moving down to his neck, and then, after pulling his shirt off, his chest and stomach.

“Fuck that feels good,” Draco moaned, urging Harry to go lower.

Harry stopped to smile up and him, and Draco whimpered at the loss of the warm lips on his skin.

“You have to be quiet, love,” Harry murmured before lowering his mouth to nip at Draco’s hip.

“I can’t when you’re doing that!”

Harry chuckled and licked along the waistline of his pants, and just as Draco let out another long moan, the curtains around Harry’s bed were ripped open, and Draco was staring up at a very annoyed looking Ron Weasley.

Ron’s jaw dropped as he took in the scene.

What the hell is going on?!

Harry quickly pulled away from Draco and threw the covers over the blond so he could cover up his bare and love-bitten upper body.

“I, uh…it’s not what it looks like?” Harry knew there was no way out of this one.

Draco covered his face with his hands and groaned in embarrassment.

“Next time, try to remember to use a silencing charm,” Ron grumbled, giving them one last look and shaking his head before he closed the curtains again and went back to bed.

Harry chuckled and flicked his wand, immediately doing as Ron asked.

“Draco, he’s gone,” Harry teased, pulling Draco’s hands away from his face and lightly kissing his lips.

“There’s no way I’m gonna be able to get it up now after being interrupted by Weasley.”

Harry smirked at him.

“We’ll see about that,” he muttered before throwing the blankets off of Draco to pick up where they left off.

Our anthem

How would BTS react if thier s/o (also an Idol) wrote a song a bout them (everyone knows that it is about them) and their s/o would perform this song at an award show?

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Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Joonie would be really touched by the fact that you chose a song you’ve written meant for you and him to a whole crowd of people, and at an award show! like he’d seriously be a proud and happy boyfriend. As you sang you’re heart out to the song about you and him he becomes all shy but would have the biggest grin on his face while he watched you perform. Once the song was over there is a small break so he rushes backstage to see you. “Baby you did amazing!” he embraces you in a great bear hug. “You really liked my performance?” you look up at him smiling. “All of it,” “that’s good this song is already special but I wanted to make it memorable for you.” You nuzzle your head onto his chest hugging him a bit tighter. He can’t help but smile and kisses the top of your head. “I love you y/n.”


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

When he sees you on stage and hears the familiar tune he would be a little caught off guard and laugh away his shyness. But as you began to sing the song jin would stare up at you with so much love and sing along with you. After you’re performance he heads over backstage to tell you how well you did and how it surprised him a bit. “Y/n I can’t believe you sang our song,” he hugs you. “Was it too much, I just wanted to sing it for you and I thou-” he cuts you off by capturing your lips with his in a quick kiss. “You did great and I loved every minute of it.” You blush and hid your face a little “You liked it that much?” “How could I not it’s our song y/n you made my heart jump and every thing!” You laugh at his reaction and kiss him again. “I’m happy you enjoyed it.”


Originally posted by daeguboy

Personally I don’t think yoongi would be able to hide that gummy smiles of his because he’d be so freaking flustered the moment the music began to play and realizing it was the song you wrote about your relationship. Like he tries to be chill about but he can’t because he’s kinda low-key fanboying over you. He would see the way you poured your heart into singing the song and how much passion you were showing in front of the crowd would make him all giddy inside and he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. When your stage was over he sneaks away to find you. “Interesting choice of song babe,” “Did I surprise you?” you grinned at your boyfriend and gave him a playful hit to the arm. “maybe a little, but you did great up there?” he puts his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. “A little?” you raised a brow. “Look I really liked that you decided to sing it ok, you can tease me later about it just let me hug you.”


Originally posted by joeguk

Hobi gets emotional at certain times and this would probably be one of those times. The fact that you’re singing your guy’s song at this time in front of all these people, with him there would take him over the flipping moon. He would smile and sing along and then at some point just cry a little because his heart just hurts from all the love he’s feeling. When you finish he wastes no time to get to you and hugs you like it’s his last day on earth. “Hobi did you cry?” you held his face in your hands and tried not to laugh. “Psh no,” he sniffles a bit. “I had something in my eye,” “both your eyes?” Hoseok smiles widely and kisses  the top of you’re head. “Don’t judge me I was bound to with you singing our song.”


Originally posted by jitaeme

First things first, he would have the biggest smile the second you came up on stage. He claps and cheers along the crowd and the other boys to just feeling so proud to see you up there. Although he’s already seen you perform multiple times. And the second he hears the beginning of the song he’d instantly become shy and hide his face a bit as the members teased him a bit. He’ll see you singing to him and just kinda wave at you not really knowing what to do with himself. “Y/n!” you turn to see him calling you over to him. “So our song huh?” he smiles shyly.  “Yep I thought It was the perfect time to sing it,” ‘’Ah, good thing too now everyone knows how much you love me,” he smirks and slings his arm around you. “But they already knew mi-” “shh I know I’m just happy. let me have this moment.”


Originally posted by beui

Tae would be a happy puppy singing along with you with just as much passion as you showed on stage. He’d be cheering for you and sometimes look at the crown behind him to point at you like yeah that’s my girl up there. Tae would have that boxy grin that you love so much plastered onto his face the whole entire time and even after when he went to go see you. “JAGI, Y/N,” he was basically speed walking to you. “Hi tae,” you kissed his cheek. “I saw you down there you were really excited,” you laughed. “Of course I was you sang my favorite song,” he did some cute little dance while singing a line or two from the song. “So it’s your favorite song?” “Well why wouldn’t be?”


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

You walk on stage, the crowd is cheering and with jungkook as well. The music starts and he freezes mid clap because he’s like wait a hot second. He’ll listen for a moment hearing you sing and trying to comprehend what your saying before he realizes and is like oh wait it’s our song. He’ll become shy because one, your up there singing to him, and two, his hyungs would tease him a bit but would think it’s really freaking cute. “Kookie did you like my performance?” you look up at him and smile waiting for his response. “Yeah I really liked it,” he chews his lip a little “I was a little surprised though I didn’t think you were going to sing it.” he laughs a little. “Thank you?”  “For what?” he shrugs his shoulders a  bit. “For singing it, I don’t know what else to say,” he chuckles nervously. “You’re happy, and you love me?” “Yes, very much.”

Hope you like it 😊
Much love~💖


So ever since I saw that Shiro Mafia AU (which I honestly thought was a Kingsman AU) by @lordzuuko I have been itching to write something for it. And here it is. This is for Cathrel, thanks for creating such beautiful art dude.

Be warned I have no idea what it’s like to be a Spy orz so forgive the inaccuracies.

Disclaimer: The characters belong to DreamWorks.

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They’re shoved up against an alcove. Chests rising and falling as they try to quiet their breaths to not give themselves away. The smell of gunpowder, sweat and blood stick to their skins. Despite the issued guns Merlin gave them and the efficiency it gave to getting the job done much quicker, Keith preferred his blade and hand-to-hand combat training. Galahad told him he should learn to use the damned gun if he wanted get things done faster and saving him time or earning him extra to get the mission done. Keith thinks the man was a bit of a hypocrite considering Keith had seen feeds of his missions and watched him incapacitate guards and obstacles with his bare hands.

Keith strains his ears to catch the sound of fading footfalls. He hears the men speak in their guttural sounding language, it sounded German but not quite. He waits a few beats more to make sure the coast was clear. He tries ignoring the warm breath ruffling the hairs on his nape or the large hand on his waist. Or the fact that there’s warm liquid seeping into his suit. He grits his teeth, buries the screaming voice inside of his head and focuses on their current situation.

“K… Keith,” a voice whispers close to his ear. Keith ignores the labored breathing and steps out of the alcove pulling his companion along with him. They run and Keith spots a door, part of him tells him to keep moving. Their comms were down and Pidge wasn’t there to guide them. He does know that she’s doing everything in her power to restore the connection. Still, he knows he doesn’t have much time. But he also needs to do something first before they even begin to move.

He tries the door and he’s not surprised to find out that it’s locked. He digs through his pockets and takes out the lock-picking set Pidge had given him. He makes quick work of the door and pushes inside, Lancelot following suit. The room they got into was an office. There’s a large desk - complete with a desktop computer - near the windows, a couch, a bar in a corner and the generic things you would find in what seemed to belong to a high-ranking office worker.

Keith walks to the bar and grabs one of the bottles of alcohol. He digs through the drawers for a first aid kit and lets out a satisfied grunt when he does find it. Lancelot is leaning on the desk and Keith lays out the things he’ll need on the unoccupied space. He gently removes the hand putting pressure on the bleeding wound and checks it.

It’s not too deep, thank goodness. Keith shuts the voice up that’s telling him this is all his fault and mechanically starts cleaning the wound and patching Lancelot up. He could hear the grunts and hitched breathing as Lancelot bites off the sounds of pain. The idiot was still acting tough. Not that Keith would be any different. He is ignoring the twinge in his leg. Or that some of the blood staining his suit wasn’t Lancelot’s or the goons they had faced.

“Hey, Keith.” Lancelot calls him. But Keith only frowns and continues to wrap the bandages around his side. “Come on, Keith. You can’t still be mad at me. I said I was sorry.” Keith’s lips almost quirk at the definite whine tainting that deep smooth voice.

Focus, Kogane, he scolds himself, mentally shaking his head. He needs to get this done. Needs to make sure that he’s doing this right. Needs to assure himself that he’s doing something right. That Lancelot’s going to be all right. So concentrates at his task.

He scowls as the bandage loosens at Lancelot’s movement. “Shut up and stay still,” Keith growls in frustration as he pulls the bandages a little tighter in retaliation.

Lancelot grunts and even if Keith isn’t looking, he knows the man is frowning at him. “Be a little gentle, please? I know I probably deserve it for eating your caramel flan but I was too hungry and I’m an idiot for not checking if it had a note. I promise I’ll beg Hunk to make you some more.”

“It’s not about the damned caramel flan,” the younger man huffs as he finishes wrapping the bandages neatly.

“Then what? Is it Black? She didn’t grab your favorite hoodie, did she? You know how she likes your scent on it. Or did Lance get into your nerves again? Want me to talk to Hunk?”

Dammit Shiro. It’s none of those things!” Keith shouts, fists clenching and unclenching as the guilt gnaws at his insides. “I shouldn’t have pushed Galahad to let me come with you. Our mission was to gather intel. We were supposed to be in and out within fifteen minutes. Plug the thumb drive into the terminal and let Pidge’s program do its thing. But I insisted on checking the shipment that had just arrived and I almost jeopardized the mission and got you injured.”

He feels hands reach out and grab his own. He tries to pull away but Shiro is stronger and his hold tightens a little as he pulls him closer. The fight eases out of him and he grounds himself with the warmth of Shiro’s hand. Shiro always did have that effect on him. Keith was a raging storm and Shiro was his calm. When he feels himself getting ready to spring free like a dragon in chains, Shiro was the only person to settle him down.

You didn’t get me injured Keith,” Shiro tells him gently running his thumbs over Keith’s bruised knuckles. “I did that to myself.”

“But I—”

Shiro’s hand moves to hold his chin and tilts it so he’s meeting Shiro’s eyes the first time that night after he got wounded. “I did it to protect you. If it was anyone’s fault, it was mine. I didn’t think of a better way to stop it so I ran in front of that knife. Because if I didn’t, it would have killed you.”

Keith worries his lip, still refusing to accept that it wasn’t his fault that he had almost gotten both of them killed. “I could have handled it.”

“The man was aiming to pierce your lung.” The hardness in Shiro’s voice is enough to tell Keith that what he said is true. Even if Pidge is an amazing Merlin-trainee, there wouldn’t have been enough time to send an extraction and along with medics to get them out of there. He would have died on the way.

Shiro lets out a sigh and cups the younger agent’s cheek. “Keith not all missions go the way you planned them out to be. It’s part of our skill set to be able to adapt to any changes in the mission,” Shiro reminds him. “It’s why we’re great at being a Kingsman.”

“I know. I just— I was sc—”

Keith finds himself wrapped up in Shiro’s arms and his face pressed on the crook of the man’s neck. “Shh. I know. I know. I thought I’d lose you too.”

He buries his face closer to the juncture of Shiro’s neck and lifts his arms to wrap them around Shiro as well. His hands grip the material of the back of Shiro’s suit, careful not to jostle his injury. He grounds himself in the fact that Shiro, although injured, was all right. He would heal from this and he’ll be back to himself and in the field in no time. It was all Keith could hope for. Still, it scares him knowing that Shiro’s been doing this for years. That this knife wound was but another addition to the of scars decorating his body. It’s Shiro’s training that kept him alive this long. And that really is the least of it.

“Hey you know what’ll get me right as rain?” Shiro whispers.

“What?” Keith asks in a muffled voice.

“You familiar with that thing they say that kissing makes the pain go away?”

Keith extracts himself from the hug and stares at Shiro with incredulity. “I’m not kissing your boo-boo away Shiro.”

Shiro rolls his eyes exasperated. “I meant me, Keith. Kiss me.”

“You are ridiculous,” Keith deadpans. “Couldn’t you just have said that in the first place?”

“I thought you’d get what I meant, all right?” And Keith can’t even believe the fact that Shiro, youngest Kingsman to ever grace the ranks with a 90% success rate on missions, was pouting at him. “Come on, baby. I’m in pain here. Just one kiss and it’ll make the pain go away,” he pleads layering it with his signature puppy-eyed stare.

It was Keith’s turn to roll his eyes in exasperation. “I can’t believe I’m engaged to a dork.”

“But I’m your dork, my lovely Guinevere,” Shiro retorts with a boyish grin nuzzling Keith’s cheek. “So kiss?”

“As much as I hate to interrupt your romancing. The wizards are back online and we’re ready to get you out of there,” Pidge’s voice crackles to life into their comms.

“Couldn’t you have awaited a few more seconds?” Shiro huffs in slight annoyance.

Keith could have sworn Pidge cackled. “Dude, it’s not my fault I’m doing my job right. So shut up and listen to me carefully,” she shoots back, making Keith snort. They check their weapons and ready themselves to leave. Pidge is shooting off directions in their ears to get to the extraction point without getting caught or delayed.

Shiro meets his eyes, gun in his hand. “Ready?”

Keith nods, “Let’s get out of here.”

Pain Is Best Cured by the Solace of Sleep

Request: “An imagine about Credence who struggles with falling asleep, so the reader has to calm him down with soft touches, their body heat, et cetera?”

Pairing: Credence Barebone x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/n: I’m back from my long break of study (finally). I still have a few exams but they’re spread out quite nicely, so I have some time to write. I’m lacking a bit of motivation because of how hard I’ve been studying, so idk if my writing will be top standard for a while, but hopefully you enjoy this one anyway! x

Tonight the soft whimpers didn’t stop. Once the clock hand surpassed the hour, you had decided to jump out of bed, not being able to ignore the constant mutterings of the boy who slept next door. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t tried aiding him before, but Credence was extremely isolated, and whenever you had attempted to get close to him it ended in black tendrils curling around his wrists. He was skilled in the art of scaring people away, but now you were too tired to be scared, the weight of sleep hanging off your bones like the wet laundry outside that hadn’t dried yet. The swirling steam off the mug wafted towards your nose as you prepared tea, its comforting scent a light infusion of lemon and chamomile. If this didn’t put him to sleep, then you would have to knock him out with a blunt pillow to the head.

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so basically whilst me and @cosmic-clara / @put-in-writing were catching up, we somehow started talking about how much we adored watching the buzzfeed unsolved videos and that escalated into an hour long conversation about how modern!peter is a SLUT for conspiracy theories/ghost/aliens/and pretty much EVERYTHING SUPERNATURAL RELATED! so without further ado, here’s some headcanons from me and clara!

(aka, the one where peter is like mulder and his s/o is like scully)

  • peter has always been super interested in supernatural stuff because “IT’S SO FUCKING COOL BABE”
    • but his obsession really started when you guys were procrastinating and started watching the buzzfeed unsolved videos
    • he 100% can and will sit and watch all of them in one sitting
      • and he always low key freaks out because “THIS SOUNDS SO FUCKING LEGIT BABE”
        •  “I KNOW THE ILLUMINATI AREN’T REAL BUT LIKE….. what if they can hear me say that….” “peter oh my god”
      • some nights he’ll poke you until you’re awake and be like “so…. do you think that the clintons are apart of the illuminati and are shapeshifting lizard people? it sounds plausible” “GO TO SLEEP PETER” “but i kNOW THEY ARE” and then he proceeds to delve into a deep theory and you’re just about to lose your shit
        • (he’s tried to get charles to look into the clintons minds to see if he can ‘read’ their lizard thoughts)
        • (charles has lost count how many times he’s asked)
  • he ALWAYS nonchalantly will be like “wow i can’t believe we ACTUALLY didn’t land on the moon”
    • kurt is literally SHOOK when he hears that
    • everyone has to stop peter from explaining to kurt a theory that will last four hours
  • peter almost cried when charles told him that JFK was a mutant
  • when he’s sick he’s always like “i can’t take medicine, it’s a ploy by the government to control our minds-” “peter just take the fucking advil or i won’t suck your dick”
  • one of his favorite cases is the zodiac killer!!
    • (his favorite meme is 100% that ted cruz is the zodiac killer. it’s confirmed that peter made posters with ted cruz’s face next to the police sketch and hung them around school)
    • he’ll take you to the crime scenes to look for clues because he’s 100% convinced that the zodiac is still out there
      • if it’s dark and he hears a noise he’ll dash out of there and back to the car LEAVING YOU THERE
  • a lot of your dates consist of UFO hunting!
    • you take a picnic basket, loads of blankets, and take a truck out to a remote field where he’s researched to be a UFO hotspot and you guys sit out there with binoculars
      • he takes a picture of you wrapped in blankets and looking up at the stars with binoculars and captions it “UFO hunting with my lady. #BEAMUSUP”
    • you bought him that iconic ‘i want to believe’ poster and he almost cried from happiness
    • you guys have gone as mulder and scully for halloween multiple times!!
  • another favorite show of his is supernatural! (”i only like the first three seasons though, there’s way more monsters!”)
    • he has a little journal in which while he’s watching, he’ll take notes “just in case” (there are a lot of little doodles in there, too!)
    • one day while you’re cleaning your room you find salt on the windowsill, and you sigh
      • your first thought is “peter u fucking trash can” but then you realize it’s kiNDA SWEET? because he just wants to make sure you’re safe 100% of the time
      • he also buys you deans amulet one year for your birthday because he again, wants you safe all the time
        • when you kiss him and thank you warren says “that’s not the only protection she’ll need tonight ;–)”
    • peter has dozens of the temporary demon protection tattoos from the show!
    • one time you walk in to your room and he’s mumbling something in latin and you’re like “damn peter back at it again with the freaky ghost shit” SO WHEN YOU ASK HIM WHAT HE’S DOING HE’S JUST LIKE “it’s a protection spell!”
  • peter is a huge slut for that cheesy ghost adventures show, omfg
    • his favorite episode is this one

    • you actually enjoy this one a lot because its HILARIOUS
    • he would totally act like that around ghosts, omfg
      • he’d here a noise and fucking BOLT
  • peter get’s really into ghosts after he takes a picture of you in the mansion one day, and there’s multiple little orbs behind your shoulder
    • that’s the start of his obsession with finding the ghost in the mansion
      • “peter it’s a camera flare omfg” “….that’s what it wants us to think…..”
    • you buy him a cheap ghost detector for his birthday one year as a joke, but he actually get’s SUPER excited
      • he uses it everyday, tbh!
      • he walks around the halls with it and JFC does the beeping get annoying
      • one time at like four a.m. it went off and peter freaks out because it’s not the usual beeping, it’s like erratic beeping
        • “BABE THE GHOST IS HERE OH MY GOD” “peter it probably just needs new batteries” “but bABE” “go to sleep before i start screaming”
      • charles has to confront him one day because “you’re scaring the younger students”
        • “you know what should scare them more? GHOSTS, you should be thanking me that i’m patrolling” “peter, that is a childs toy.”
    • he really is protective of the boys because he relates to them hella, especially when they get bullied
    • so you just let him cuddle into you as you watch!!
      • (he asked hank to make him ghost hunting weapons like in ghostbusters)
      • (hank said no)
    • he bought you one and threw at you and said “PUT IT ON BABE WE’RE GOING GHOST HUNTING”
      • (you’re both low key attracted to each other in the costumes)
    • one day while you’re in the hallway you see peter bolt by in his ghostbusters costume and you’re just like “peter, back at it again” but then you see 10 little boys in ghostbusters costumes chasing after him!!
      • they all make little cardboard ghost detectors so they can follow peter around with them
        • (it’s low key bc peter didn’t want them to mess with actual ghosts shh)
          • charles wants to call him out on it but the kids are so happy with him 
          • so he lets it happen
      • one night you go to your shared room only to find peter surrounded by the boys with a light under his chin, telling scary stories
        • peter gave you the happiest little grin you almost DIED inside
        • you see the way peter makes them all giggle and laugh and that’s just a reminder of why you love him
    • somewhere along the way the little girls made you the leader of their female ghostbusters squad!
      • you and the girls are always in a prank war with the boys!
    • one day you and peter set up a game where The Squad put sheets over their heads and whoever catches the most ‘ghosts’ wins!
      • if you catch Kurt you win (bc he’s a teleporter!) he’s pretty much the golden snitch of the game
      • there’s a lot of laughs and pranks and it’s such a good time!!
      • the boys try to prank the girls in the middle of the night but jokes on them because the girls found out and got them while they were trying to prank them
    • peter’s favorite halloween meme is the fucking skeleton war
      • he hides a bunch of plastic skeletons around the mansion dressed up in weird costumes
        • “PETER WHY IS THERE A SKELETON WITH A PLASTIC SWORD IN MY BATHROOM” “the skeleton war…… it’s coming…….” “i hate you so much”
        • the whole school loves this fucking meme
          • there’s a sudden influx of plastic weapons and charles is like “what the fuck” when he confronts the kids, but they’re just like “THE SKELETON WAR PROFESSOR, IT’S COMING”
          • this is pretty much what it’s like living with peter during this
    • one of his favorite halloween things to do is a stupid fucking ouija board
      • he gets the squad to try it one night and this is how it goes
    • peter asked it one time if it was a friendly ghost, and when it moved to ‘no’ everyone lost their shit
      • somewhere along the way the board got tossed and you all freak out because you were supposed to say ‘goodbye’ and you didn’t
      • you all don’t sleep for a week
    • he also LOVES hitting up haunted houses!!
  • one time while you guys were having sex he thought of a new theory to the Bermuda triangle conspiracy and he literally got up to write it down
      • “I CAN’T FORGET IT BABE IM SORRY” “you do it one more time we’re stopping and going to sleep” 
      • he does it again so you roll over and he’s like “I’M SORRY PLEASE PLEASE”
      • “nothing makes me drier than you bringing up aliens peter goodnight”
        • when you tell the squad all the boys roast him for it
        • “you can all thank me when the truth comes out bye”
  • when you guys watch scary movies he’s always pointing out the details
    • “that’s signs of a poltergeist not a demon smh”
      • after peter bugged charles to get a priest, he has the damn audacity to make a daddy joke
      • and if peter ever tried to excerise a demon by himself it’d be like that scene from this is the end
        • you would be the one saying “that’s you’re fucking plan?! you’re gonna repeat lines from The Exorcist?!” “well i would assume they did their fuckin research!” “iT’S A MOVIE” “IT’S A MANUAL, A FUCKIN MANUAL”
  • one summer you guys hit up every UFO hotspot, roswell, area 51, and the most haunted locations in america (and you maybe even go international!)
    • one time though you guys got fucking arrested for climbing into a restricted area
      • charles sent alex to bail you guys out
        • “why the fuck would you try to break into area 51 jfc i don’t get paid enough for this shit
          • (exasperated dad!alex summers is real af)
  • another time peter wanted to go hunt for bigfoot so he took you up to oregon to go camping
    • so you told scott and he bought a bigfoot costume and followed you guys without peter knowing
    • when you guys are making a fire you tell scott to make some ruckus so when the noise of a twig breaking peter nearly loses his shit
    • he grabs his camera and drags you into the woods and tHERE IS SCOTT IS HIS SHITTY COSTUME AND PETER NEARLY CRIES FROM HAPPINESS
      • when you guys get back peter is showing off his pictures with excitement and it makes your heart melt a little because he’s so happy, so you and scott decide to keep it a secret
        • but scott let it slip one day!!! :(((
        • so you took peter again
          • but this time when there was something spooky in the woods he was like “lmao okay scott come on” and you’re like panicking because “IT’S NOT SCOTT PETER OHMY OG”
          • long story short you come home with blurry pictures of something that looks A LOT like bigfoot
  • even though you’re a skeptic and he’s a believer, you still love your big nerd of a boyfriend and will always come with him to his ghost adventures and UFO hunting
  • his argument is always “babe, if mutants can exist, so can the supernatural!
  • bye i love peter and his huge dorky supernatural loving ass

Yes the basic, boyfriend!(member)

Originally posted by visualjaehyun

- I swear, he is such a child, this man-child 

- he would be your very own personal heater

- like in a middle of a conversation while sitting on a couch he would just randomly give you the warmest hug like holy god i want one

- he would have you as his homescreen

- and he would show the boys and go “isn’t she precious, i love her so much you guys”

- and donghyuck replying to this with a “stop being disgusting”

- while you’re hanging out with the other member, there would probably only be minimal PDA like holding your hand and playing with your fingers under the blanket and wanting your head to rest on his shoulder.

- when you wanna tease him you would always bring up his really embarrassing pre-debut photos

- one time you would even change his lockscreen to a pre-debut picture

- he always asks johnny or yuta to take couple photos of the two of you

- and johnny and yuta would go “you just want to rub it in our face that you have a reationship and you dont”

- waiting for him to finish practice

- and after dancing he would be sweaty all over and he woud give you a big hug which you did not ask for

- on an interview, whenever your name came up he would just have the biggest smile and would look away so it wont look too obvious that he was blushing

- whenever you’re hanging out with the other members without him, he would just cause a big fit like a whiny baby

- jaehyun would just be casually asking you questions like “don’t you ever get annoyed?”

- then you woud hit him on the shouder but then answer yes afterwards

- then ten woud hear this and would make this a huge deal then it would end up with ten cupping your face with his hands and would give you kisses all over

-then jaehyun woud just leave and say “I suddenly wish i didn’t have eyes”

- on mornings you would wake up earlier than him then you be making coffee or tea in the kitchen and while you’re sitting on the counter he enter with this sweater with really long sleeves (like in the gif) and he would be walking sleepily over to you while the sleeves were swinging everywhere and he would just lazily hug you and he would say “I thought you were gone, i panicked” like fuck fuck fuck i need a ten in my life

- I really don’t see ten as the jealous type, I think he would put all his trust into your relationship

- but like when a random guy just oviously flirts with you and you clearly don’t look comfortable he would walk up to you and butt in on the conversation and hug you from behind while giving you a kiss on the cheek and would smugly go “who’s this babe?”

-he would like to take you to thaiand and for you to meet his family because he would want his favorite people in the world getting along great

-and you did get along great, especially with his sister

-on vacations in thailand, you and his sister would be having a girls day out while leaving him at his house

-then he would text you asking you where you guys are and you would send a selfie with his sister then would just be another whiny baby

-and when you get back home he woud not let you go 

-”You guys took too long, I fet lonely” 

-”We’ve literally been gone for only 2 hours”

-”Shh, you’ve been gone for too long”

-all in all Ten would just be an amazing boyfriend and he wouldn’t fail to show his love towards you

-you’re just really thankful for him and he is really thankful for you

anonymous asked:

Lafayette coming over drunk to Alex's house and declaring himself to be Alex's new mother like: "I am your Mama now!" "You're a twenty eight year old French man-" "Shh....I'm your mama...." And Alex just shrugs and goes along with it cuz laf's a great mom, like puts three Go-Gurts and a smiley face muffin in your lunch kind of mom.

Laf is a margarita momma fight me

Crying in the club. G.D


Originally posted by dolantwinsgifs

“You think, think that you’ll die without him. That’s a lie that you tell yourself. You fear that you lay forever alone now. It ain’t true no.” 

Grayson, and yourself, had well broken up. That week, Monday specifically, it was now Saturday, and your friends had dragged you out, to free you from your current heartbreak. And guess who just happened to gracefully be there, as you were attempting to move on. No one else, but Grayson himself. Pretty convenient as he was the exact one you intended to drown out, drinking your sorrows away until he simply slipped your mind. Which, now was not what was going to happen tonight. You and Gray had broken up mutually, nothing, well bad happened. He had just grown to be extremely busy, never getting to see you, and vice versa. So, instead of drifting apart or such. You both had simply decided to break things off on good terms. This entire week, had been hell. You’ve always told yourself, you couldn’t even breath without Gray, let alone live without him. And tonight, you were going to reunite with him. Whether you liked it or not. He was there, you were there. There was going to be some type of contact. And, well you need it, or well want it. It’s actually unbelievable to how excoriating it has been without him.

“So put your arms around me tonight. Let the music lift you up. Like you’ve never been so high. Open your heart to me, let the music lift you up. Like you’ve never been this free. Til you feel the sunrise. Let the music warm your body, like the heat of a thousand fires.”

As the night wasted away, few stares from Grayson, looking at you ever so often, from what you presumed to check where you were. But who knows. All you knew is that you missed him. A lot. And he was not going to ruin your night. You loved him, you knew it. But it couldn’t work, without someone getting hurt. So you knew you had to let go of him for the best. Just not tonight, you were here to have a good time. And well, the both of you were going to have a great time, together. “Grayson, follow me.” You said walking up to him, grabbing his hand, breaking the conversation with some random guy he was having. Not important as of now. “Grayson, just follow me.” You repeated. Him simply, not replying, but following you. “Y/n? What are we doing?“ he asked once more, as you placed your hands on his shoulders, swaying along to the music of the speakers. Dancing, was something you and Gray would often do together, connecting with the rhythm of one another. “Shh, just feel the rhythm, feel like you’ve never felt before, free yourself to me, baby.” You spoke, instantly seeing a spark light up inside of his eyes. Feeling the fire of your romance, rekindle in a few simple touches, feeling everything you once had, something that still exists. Something so pure, a love that is impeccable, rekindle in a simple touch.

“Ain’t no crying in the club, let the beat carry your tears as they fall baby, with a little faith your tears turn to ecstasy.”

Swaying along to the music, as you both continued to dance along, the beat switched. To, yours and Graysons song, it was a slow one. And had incredible meaning to the both of you. Causing Grayson, to quickly, take his hands off of your waist. Trying to leave, as he felt memories, of something he let go resurface. “Gray, no. There’s no crying in the club tonight, stay here. Please, we can still dance to this.” You said, causing him to turn back around, facing you. “I wont, just. It hurts. Not being able to touch you like once before. Just, I miss you. I miss us.” He said, barely audible from the song blaring through the speakers. “Gray, it’s for the best. But, we have tonight, let your tears fall, turn to exctasy, like I said, free yourself. You need it, I need it. Just tonight.” You said, grabbing his shoulders once more. Swaying along to the slow song, feeling the love spark, but this was temporary y/n, everything is.

“You may think that you’ll die without her. But you know that’s a lie you told yourself. You fear you’ll never meet another so pure. It ain’t true no.”

Y/n, I, I cant do this. You, me not together. I can’t live without you, please. Can we try, us. Again?” Gray whispered against your shoulder during the slow song. “Bab- Grayson. We can’t, we could. But remember the whole thing about us, wanting to stay on good terms, this is that. You, will find someone ten times better for you. We won’t die without each other, I promise.” Was all you had to say, not to cheer him up. But to smack some realism into him. Really, to show him yes. He could live without him. And you can him. Just tonight, tonight was your, “official.” Departure. Giving the both of you a peaceful memory to break on.

“You think, think that you’ll die without him. That’s a lie that you tell yourself. You fear that you lay forever alone now. It ain’t true no.”

You were now, starting to free from him. Feeling every emotion melt away as you danced the night away, feeling a some what peace. Knowing tonight, tonight you could go home. Tonight you could live without him. Would that be permanent? No, probably not. He was your first love after all, and well most memorable. Every second, even now. Exhilaration filled your veins when you neared him, but. Maybe that wasn’t such a good thing after all. Maybe he could now be a peaceful memory. Maybe Y/n, and Grayson could be something of the past, and just y/n, can live on.

“Aint no crying in the club. I wont, I wont. Aint no crying in the club baby.”

As the night neared the end, nearly peaking into the sinful hours of the morning, nearly every soul gone. Including your friends, you and Grayson, still stood, dancing with the music. Nothing seeming real, everything seeming as it was in a movie scene. Perfect could describe the feeling. Perfect ending to “us” as, hopefully. You could both move on, after this night, of each other. Not one soul in the world could mess the both of you up .right now. Just the purity of a broken love surfacing the air. A love, that will never leave either of you. Forever staying within you. As the club was now closing, you could see Grayson. Looking down at the floor in despair, coughing slightly before speaking, “Listen, y/n. Thank you, for tonight. But, does this have to be the end. Of us?” he asked. “Grayson, you know. As I said once before, it’s for the best. The best for us.” You spoke, wishing it wasn’t true. Looking up to him, as the both of you walked out of the venue. As the inevitable departure was closing in. You could feel the tears well in your eyes. Not wanting this to be the end. “Hey, ain’t no crying in the club baby.” He mocked, as you once said. Placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey y/n?” he asked. “Yes?” you asked as you were standing outside of the brick building. “Can I kiss you? One last time?” he asked. Nodding, not wanting to waste the little time of him left. As you now vowed, never to see him again. Or at least on purpose. He leaned in, locking his perfect lips with yours, syncing perfectly. Slowly, breaking the kiss. As you both had to be home before it became morning. “I’ll miss you.” He said, walking off to his car, leaving. Leaving you, and anything that had happened in the club behind. And this, this was the last time you saw Grayson Dolan.

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The Drive - Ahn Hyeongseob Requested Scenario


Genre: fluffyyyyy

Message?: this boi is extra and thats how i got my idea


“Justin! Jung Jung!” I shouted, “hurry up!”

“We’re coming,” Justin said, walking out to the car, Jung Jung not far behind him, “Noona you look very pretty today.”

I laughed, “thank you Justin.”

Hyeongseob came along and slapped Justin’s arm. “Shh. You’re charming and I want to keep my girlfriend.”

I laughed, pushing Justin and Hyeongseob to the car before getting in myself.

“Is everyone here?” Euiwoong asked. “Let’s check. 1!”

“2!” Hyeongseob yelled.

“3!” I laughed.

“4!” Jung Jung said.

“5!” Justin exclaimed from the backseat.

“Cool, let’s go,” Euiwoong said.

“Where are we going?” Hyeongseob asked me.

“That depends Hyeongseob. When we die, probably hell,” I said.

He rolled his eyes. “Seriously.”

I laughed, “Hyeongseob I don’t know either.”

“You could have just said that!” he exclaimed, the only one in the car not finding it funny.

“Euiwoong, where are we going?” Hyeongseob asked.

“Death is the ultimate destination but we all make stops along the way,” Euiwoong said, not taking his eyes off the road.

I burst out laughing while Hyeongseob kicked is legs in the air.

“Someone tell me where we’re going?!” he exclaimed.

“Are we nearly there yet?” Justin asked.

“Justin we just left!” I said, turning round to look at him.

“But I need to pee!”

I rolled my eyes and turned back round. “Hold it.”

“I’ll give you a pot to pee in if someone tells me where we’re going,” Hyeongseob offered.

“Someone tell him!” Justin jumped around in the back of the car like a hyper child.

Jung Jung took out his ear bud. “Guys I’m hungry.”

“I have food,” Hyeongseob said. “But I’ll only give it to you when someone tells me where we’re going.”

“We don’t know!” I exclaimed.

“Well Euiwoong must, he’s driving,” Hyeongseob pointed out.

“Okay, I’ll tell you,” Euinwoong said, taking a deep breath, “death.”

Hyeongseob looked like he was about to scream as me and Jung Jung laughed.

“Are we nearly there yet?” Justin asked again.

“Where?!” Hyeongseob bursted, looking at Justin.

Justin shrugged and sat back in his seat.

“Guys I’m gonna pee myself,” Justin complained.

“Y/N!” Hyeongseob shouted. “They’re annoying.”

He rested his head on my shoulder and I put my head on his.

“I know Hyeongseob, I know,” I said.

He leaned up and kissed my nose as I scrunched up my face.

“Ugh!” exclaimed Justin, ruining the moment as Hyeongseob pulled back to his place.

“What?” Jung Jung asked, turning round.

“Hyeongseob kissed Y/N!” Justin said.

Euiwoong laughed, “you’re such a baby Justin.”

“I’m not a baby!” Justin exclaimed.

Justin cleared his throat, “are we nearly there yet?”

“I swear to go—”

“The next time you say that bloo—”


Hyeongseob turned to me and Justin. “Where are going?”

“I actually—”

“You’ll find the fu—”

“So I’m annoying?!”

“I’m hungry.”


“All of you are—”

“But why do you—”

“I just find it funny how—”

“EVERYBODY SHUT UP!” Euiwoong shouted. “We’re here.”

We all scrambled out the car complaining.

“Where’s the toilet?” Justin asked.

“Where are we?!” Hyeongseob exclaimed.

“Is there food?” Jung Jung asked.

“Ta da!” Euiwoong exclaimed.

“McDonalds?” Hyeongseob asked in disbelief.

I sighed, “I’m getting back in the car.”

Bluejays and Cardinals

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Oswald dodges his fellow classmates, feinting left and right as he maneuvers down the hall towards the lunchroom, hands clasped on the straps of his backpack and a determined scowl on his face. Despite the crowd, and his diminutive stature, he sees Ed quickly, towering above most of the other sophomores, one hand clutching the handle of his lunchbox and the other adjusting his glasses as Oswald comes into focus.

“Where’s Jim?” Oswald asks as he comes to a stop in front of Ed.

“He’s in the office.”

“Still!? You said he got called there during third period!” Oswald stamps one foot in irritation. “What did he do this time?”

“I don’t know.” Ed shrugs. “The student runner didn’t say, she just handed over the note.”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Stella Carlin where both of you like each other a lot but are too shy to do anything. So one day there's a huge rain storm and the electricity is out, and it's really dark, and everyone has to sleep in the cafeteria. When nobody notices, Stella pulls you somewhere private and you guys start making out. Thanks in advance!

It had been a shitty day from the moment I had woken up. They had given me some new inmate that had arrived the night before and hadn’t been given a proper tour of the prison, leaving me to that annoying task. The showers had ran cold by the time I had finished, leaving me to bath in the freezing cold. And now, a storm had hit, making the lights flicker and putting everyone in a bad mood.

“I hate this kind of weather,” I grumbled, running my fingers through my knotty hair, attempting to brush the knots out without needing to find my brush.

“Yeh, it’s really fucking shitty,” Piper sighed, brushing her wet hair out, somehow managing to hit me with droplets of water, even though we were at opposite ends of the bench.

“I swear if the power goes out, I’m gonna jump out a window,” I huffed, hoisting myself up on the bench and swinging my legs childishly, watching her continue to prepare herself for bed. As if on queue, the lights in the bathroom started flicking, before finally going out a moment later. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“Alright ladies, everyone out of the bathroom!” one of the new part time officers came storming into the bathroom, waving her baton in the doorway, glaring at anyone who passed her. “Go to your cubes and get your things, we’re all bunking in the cafeteria!” All the girls let out a loud groan, clutching their towels tighter around their bodies, not wanting to let anything slip, despite a majority of them being into girls anyway.

“This is ridiculous,” I sighed, picking up my discarded towel and toiletries and following the girls towards our cubes, cringing at the sheer darkness of the prison.

“Well atleast this way you’ll get to spend the night with your favourite person…” Piper winked, her eyes wandering to the opposite side of the room where Stella was stood, laughing at something with another inmate, a flash of jealousy rushing through me. “I don’t care how dark it is, if I see your two heads get close to one another, I’ll give you both shit for the rest of your time here…”

“Ok mum,” I rolled my eyes, picking up my mattress and rolling it as best I could, tucking it under my arm, along with some food, a pillow and a book to keep myself entertained. “Let’s just hurry up and go… I want to get a good spot.”

Stella POV

I threw my mattress onto the cold, hard cafeteria floor, looking around at the sheer amount of girls who had gathered into the small area. There were obviously designated areas for each ‘squad’, and Morello had somehow managed to score one of the back corners, giving us all ultimate privacy.

“Alright, who’s bright idea was it to all sleep in here,” Piper huffed, stepping over another inmate and throwing her things onto the floor, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do they realise that we could all die of suffocation?”

“I’d rather that than drowning to death,” Y/N piped up, dropping her mattress next to mine and collapsing onto it, nudging me with her elbow. “You’re my designated cuddle buddy for tonight.” I simply nodded, letting her scoot over so our heads were resting against each others, my arm itching to go around her, but refraining for fear of it being too forward and too in public.

“You’re two are so cute together,” Morello sighed, patting both of our legs softly, making me roll my eyes at her forward comment. “Don’t be sassy with me… We all know you like each other..”

“No we don’t!” We both stated at the same time, blushing at our synchronisation.

“We’re just good friends,” Y/N mumbled, looking down at her hands that were resting in her lap, making me frown slightly at her comment.

“Stella doesn’t look too happy about that,” Piper raised a brow at me, kicking my leg softly. “You have a thing for my baby?”

“Your baby?” Y/N chuckled, lifting her head back up to stare at her friend with a confused look. “I was kidding about the whole mum thing, ya know.”

“I take it quite seriously,” Piper shot me a deadly look, shaking her pointer finger at me. “You treat my baby good, ya hear? If she comes crying to me, I’ll kill you myself…”

“Piper, shut up and go to sleep,” Y/N rolled her eyes, manoeuvring herself so she was lying on her mattress with her head in my lap, my hands automatically running themselves through her hair. “That feels nice…”

“Don’t go to sleep,” I mumbled, tugging on her hair softly, raising a brow when she bit her lip slightly. “You have to stay awake to entertain me…”

“Entertain yourself,” she scoffed playfully, moaning softly when I tugged on her hair a bit harder than before, her bright eyes staring up at me through her lashes, almost challenging me to continue.

“Never knew you were the kinky type…” I chuckled, watching her blush at my comment.

“There’s quite a bit that you don’t know about me…” she muttered softly, her eyes wandering over towards the doorway into the cafeteria. I followed her gaze, noticing a majority of the room was either asleep or reading, with most of the guards slouched against the walls, completely knocked out. I pushed Y/N off my lap, scrambling to my feet and pulling her up with me, tugging her along behind me, tiptoeing across the inmates sprawled across the floor, thankful for the darkness that was keeping us hidden.


“Where the hell are we going?” I whispered, just narrowly dodging stepping on one of the inmates, following the frantic girl towards the abandoned and completely dark hallways. “Stella, we’re going to get caught!”

“Shh,” she shushed me, jiggling doorknobs as she walked down the hallway, finally finding an open room and pushing me inside, closing the door behind us and locking it.

“What are we-” I was cut off by her lips connecting with my own, her arms wrapped around my waist, my own coming to wrap around her neck. I tilted my head to the side slightly, almost collapsing at the feel of her soft lips against my own, her arms being the only thing keeping me upright. The kisses became more frantic, her hands sliding down my back until they were resting just below my bum, lifting me onto the table, standing in-between my open legs. She pulled away from my lips, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks, placing soft kisses all over my face.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” she breathed out, raising a brow when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging her even closer to me. “What are you doing?”

“Sit on me,” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her onto my lap so she was straddling me, my hands down resting on her ass.

“I thought you meant something else when you told me to sit on you,” she pouted, making me roll my eyes. “But I guess this is ok…”

“That comes later,” I winked, giving her a cheeky grin, cooing when a soft flush spread across her cheeks, obviously not expecting my forward comment. “But for now, I just wanna make out with you…”

“How romantic…”

Dating Andre Silva Includes

Originally posted by ashlynmichelles

  • Andre loving to go lingerie shopping with you. He especially liked it when he was able to go into the fitting rooms with you.
  • “The red one makes your ass look delicious.’ “You said that about the blue one too.” “You just have a really nice ass babe.”
  • You literally would have to pry his hands (and sometimes teeth) from your butt every single time.
  • He loved taking you around historical sites in Porto, especially to the elaborate cathedrals.
  • Andre was your self-appointed personal photographer.
  • “Stand in the archway babe, this shot will look so dope on your Instagram.”
  • After a long day of adventures, he’d take you to a nice dinner. It was usually somewhere quiet, off the beaten path. The atmosphere was always quite romantic.
  • You’d find yourself sitting shoulder to shoulder, wiping the red wine from his full lips with a thumb.
  • At home, it was hard to keep his hands an inch from your body. You’d try to resist, but all he had to do was stare at you until you were in a trance and whisper “come here”.
  • Sometimes the sex was romantic, slow with lots of kissing and eye contact. And sometimes it was ‘I’m gonna have a sore throat from screaming yes so much’ rough. Either way it was always passionate and satisfying.
  • Andre wasn’t the best cook (he was awful actually) but he made the best deserts.
  • For your birthday, he made you a chocolate cake from scratch. It was so delicious you nearly ate your fingers along with the icing.
  • “Aren’t you gonna save some for your friends?” “Shh, we’ll just get a cake from the store for the party.”
  • Andre was your best friend, your everything. He’d message you during class occasionally to check up on you.
  • “I put an energy bar in your bag before I left, eat it if you’re feeling peckish! Love you.”
  • Andre was the cuddliest person ever.
  • He couldn’t sleep through the night if he wasn’t wrapped around you, nuzzling his face into your neck.
  • “Where are you going?” “Andre, I have to go to class.” “Let me hold you for five more minutes.”
NCT Dream reaction to their crush having green eyes

nct dream reaction to their gf/crush having green eyes^^

A/N: I just wrote about their best friend/crush if thats alright! xx :)

Originally posted by moonyutae

Mark: I’m sorry, what were you saying?

Mark would constantly get lost in your eyes whenever you had a conversation with him. He’d always stare at them innocently and forget what you were talking about. They’d be his favourite feature on you ever

Originally posted by nctmark

Renjun: ……..

Renjun would flat out stare at your eyes like mark except he probably wouldn’t even realize that he’s doing it and not listen to your words on accident. He wouldn’t mean to do it, he’d just trail his eyes slowly to yours and keep them there without even thinking. 

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Jeno: You have really nice eyes, has anyone ever said?

I think out of everyone in the group, Jeno would probably straight up tell you that he adores your eye colour. Of course this boy would be very shy to do so but he’d rather you know that in case he’d caught staring at you. 

Originally posted by donghyukslee

Haechan: You’re eyes aren’t even that cute… *inwardly screams*

Haechan would love your eyes dont get me wrong here guys but if you were to ever talk about your eyes he’d make cheeky comments to get more of your attention. He’d smile when he says those things to let you know he’s lying and would definitely reassure you they’re beautiful if his comments get to you.

Originally posted by catweeen

Jaemin: Hey can you look my way once again?

Jaemin would love to look at your eyes and he’d make that obvious. He’d constantly ask you to look at him again, eye smile, wink etc. Being his best friend, you’d go along with it but little do you know he’s just adoring you more and more every time. 

Originally posted by nct-china-line

Chenle: Have I ever told you how amazing Y/N’s eyes are? yes chenle you have told us a million times now shh (Mark)

Chenle would talk about how beautiful he thinks your eyes are to the other members so much that it bothers the other members but they’d let it go because of how cute it is that he does that. Chenle would never tell you about how he loves your green eyes but he’d let everyone else know

Originally posted by nctinfo

Jisung: Your eyes are so cute

Like Jeno, I think Jisung would just tell you that he loves your eyes but he’d still be too shy to confess his feelings for you. When Jisung first met you, your eyes were the first thing he noticed and loved. He’d probably always talk to about them to his members like Chenle to be honest

“Cautious” - Part 5

“Cautious” - Part 5

(Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4)

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4,176

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Torture,

Summary:  Bucky is now pretty much rehabilitated and able to be part of the group. Reader was taken by Hydra and made the subject of experiments due to her having powers (something similar to the force, but not the force).
   She is slowly getting more comfortable with the Avengers, but is still working on it. Bucky stayed with her while everyone went on a mission. The two have bonded very well.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Author’s Note: Welcome to Part 5! Be prepared for some feels! There should be two or so more parts after this one. I have the next couple of parts planned out. The next few parts or really the rest of this fic is also going to be on the lengthier side. I hope you guys don’t mind!

Just a reminder: This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

I also want to say thank you to everyone who has shown so much support with the past pieces I’ve written. I didn’t expect to get such a great response from writing. I hope this storyline doesn’t disappoint!

Special shout out to @goodnightwife​ for being a wonderful beta reader and wonderful person in general! Please go check out her page for some cute fics as well!

If you would like to be tagged in any future pieces, please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


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    Pain. That’s all you felt. Your whole body ached and you could feel how many cuts and bruises you were going to grow within the next few hours. You couldn’t breathe. Your head was being held down in a tub of freezing water. These Hydra fuckers were back at it again with the torture. You didn’t want to give in. You didn’t want to show them your whole self. You could not become their weapon.

    The red aura-ed man was standing over your kneeled body. His bitches had finally backed off from dunking your head in the water. You fought to catch your breath, finding yourself going into a coughing fit. You needed to lean forward and cough it all out. You still felt your body lean forward and ended up with your forehead against the cold linoleum flooring.

    In the middle of your fit, a large hand grabbed the back of your head and pulled you back to your knees. You begin to plead for them to not make you go back underwater. An ominous laugh burst out behind you and you realized that this wasn’t one of the henchmen. The red aura-ed man twisted you around until you were face to face while still gripping your hair.

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Hold Me - Draco Malfoy x Reader

I rushed through the crowds of people with my books clutched tightly in my chest, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I kept my head down, avoiding glances that might be shot in my direction. Everything was going wrong today. And none of my usual pick-me-ups were helping.

Finally coming to the entrance of the (Y/H) common room, relieved to finally be alone, I collapse onto the couch. I stare at roof above me as tears fell down my cheeks and tried to swim through the mess of thoughts running through my head.

So lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear the gentle voice laced with concern calling my name. A voice I recognised instantly.
“Y/N? Baby?”

I shifted my gaze down, focusing on the tall figure that stood beside me. His pale blonde hair contrasted against the dark school sweater. His brows were drawn together in concern and he moved slowly towards me, placing his fingers gently on my leg when he got close enough.
“Hey Draco.”
I let my eyes drift back to the ceiling and he drew his hand up, grabbing mine and enclosing it between the both of his. They were soft, delicate, gentle.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He kneeled down beside me on the couch. And that’s all it took. That one question and I was a mess. Sobbing, clutching Draco’s hand, tears continually flowing from my eyes. A shaking, blithering mess. He drew me closer, stroking my hair.

“Shh baby it’s okay,” He spoke softly to me, before removing his hand from mine. He slid his arm beneath my knees and the other under my arm, along my back. He picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to my dorm, the route to which he knew better than the back of his hand. Kicking open the door and shuffling in, he sat himself on my bed, not letting me go. Draco held me in his arms, close to his chest and kissed the top of my head.

I kept my head resting on his shoulder, just touching the delicate skin on his neck with my shoulder as I cried. He ran his hand up and down my arm softly, comforting me.
“I’ve got you, it’s going to be okay.”

Slowly, I began to calm, snuggling closer to him, wrapping my arms around his torso, squeezing him, just to convince myself that he’s real.
“What can I do to help?” I looked up at him and smiled slightly.
“Just hold me,” I almost whispered it to him.
“I’ll hold you forever if you want me too,” dipping his head down slightly he kissed my forehead, “I love you more than you’ll ever know, baby. And I’ll do anything for you.”

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, and once again, squeezed him.

Killed My Fish (Skate Maloley)

Mouth filled with gauze, band aid on your inner arm where they inserted the IV, and drugs still running through your veins while your boyfriend sat with you in recovery you were having a wonderful time. 

“Sam killed my fish.” You state although the gauze muffled your speech, looking at your boyfriend, Nate, “he killed my fish and I miss my fish.” Sam really didn’t kill your fish, because you didn’t even have a fish. 

“Oh yeah, baby?” Nate questions, as tears enter your eyes over your fish. He leans over and places his hand on your thigh. 

You look down and begin to cry, “don’t touch me there…I’m a virgin.” 

He looks at you confused–you actually had sex last night and it was not the first time–but nonetheless takes his hand away, “Sorry, baby.” 

“Thank you for respecting me and my abstinence.” You were completely high from the medication they gave you, that wasn’t about to wear off anytime in the near future. Your fingers touch your lip, that you cannot feel, and tears enter your eyes once more,“Nate, Nate they took off the wrong part!” You exclaim so loudly the nurse comes in to check on you. 

“No, no baby it’s still there.” Nate assures you, placing his arm around your shoulders he pulls you into his standing figure and you cuddle against his abs. 

“I love you.” You state in a matter-of-fact tone, wrapping your arms around him, the nurse smiles and comes to check on your mouth meaning Nate had to break away for a moment, “Have you met my boyfriend?” 

She nods and smiles at you, “I have.” She replies. 

“I’m so lucky…he’s so handsome…except he killed my fish.” Nate chuckles and you turn to glare at him, “What it’s true!” 

He quickly shuts up and scoots the chair so he can sit closer to where you are, “hey, hey baby don’t talk to so much, okay? your mouth is still bleeding.” The nurse exits, telling Nate to make sure you don’t speak all too much. 

He takes your hand and trails kisses along it, you notice the blue bandaid on your inner arm and your eyes widen, “Nate, Nate,” you whisper pointing to it, “it’s a tracker…they’re going to put me in the hunger games, you’ve got to get me out of here.”

Nate shakes his head, shushing you nicely, “Shh babygirl, I won’t let anything happen to you, you just relax.” He smiles at you, and you nod, intertwining your dainty fingers with his, “you’re so pretty, y/n.” He coos, trailing his palm of your head smoothing back your hair. 

“No…don’t lie to me.” You demand and he smiles, finding your blubbering completely adorable. 

“You’re so pretty, I ain’t lyin’.” He argues and places a kiss on the back of your hand. 

The nurse comes back in, again to check to see how you’re doing, “how you feeling, darling?” She questions. 

“I wanna sing, but I can’t because of-” you point at your mouth, and try to feel it again, drooling a little bit that is mixed in with blood. 

“Whoa,” Nate quickly grabs a napkin and wipes it up and your hand, “baby, yuck, don’t touch there.” His Nebraskan accent is thick and quite adorable. 

“You feel good enough to go home?” The nurse questions you, and you nod a few times, “okay, we’re not going to have you walk because you’re going to be a bit wobbly so are you okay with your boyfriend carrying you?” 

You look at Nate and giggle, “Silly! We aren’t married.” 

“She’s fine,” Nate rolls his eyes and smiles at the nurse, taking your bag before lifting you up in his arms. You wave goodbye to everyone on your way out and Nate helps you into the passenger side. 

“Will you buy me a new fish since Jack killed mine?” Nate couldn’t hold it in anymore and bursts into a fit of laughter, causing you to laugh too, even though it was hard to through your gauze. 

“I love you so much baby.” He states pressing a tender, loving kiss to your forehead. 

Ask Next Time (Kino)

length: 969 words lol I went a little overboard, but it’s for Kayla so it’s fine HAHA

genre: fluff

60. Hold my hand so he gets jealous

a/n: such a low quality gif of a high quality person :\

Originally posted by pen1ag0n

You walked into the Pentagon dorm, expecting to be bombarded with hellos, but instead it was quiet. A little too quiet. Continuing inside, you set down the food you’d brought over for the boys on the counter, then decided to investigate why no one was here if the door was unlocked. During you search you found Hyojong passed out in his bed with his phone on his face. You let out a chuckle before knocking on the door, startling him a bit. “What, what, I’m up!” He looked around frantically, soon relaxing as he saw you standing in the doorway. “Oh, it’s you. Five more minutes.”

“Get up, I brought food.” The word food barely left you mouth before Hyojong was sprinting by you to get to the kitchen. The guys loved when you brought them food, mostly because it just meant they didn’t have to call and go pick it up themselves. But they knew it was expensive for you to buy enough food for ten guys, so they did appreciate whenever you treated them.

Hyojong tore through the bags looking for his food, almost dropping Yuto’s on the floor and then mistaking Hui’s for his own. “Look, they say your names on them. Or did you forget how to read after dropping your phone on your face when you fell asleep?” Hyojong just shot you a glare as you handed him the box with his name on it. You then searched through the bag, putting your food on the counter, then taking another box out and putting it inside the stove to keep it warm. “Why’d you only put one box in the stove?”

You ignored his words, grabbing your food and joining him on the couch as he looked for something on tv. “You put Kino’s food in the stove to keep it warm for him, didn’t you?” He didn’t even bother to look at you, knowing you had a guilty grin on your face. Hyojong shook his head as he set the remote down, beginning to eat. “You know, instead of trying to drop hints all the time. You could, I don’t know. Just tell him you like him already!” You coughed as you choked on a noodle before shaking your head.

“You know I can’t, I’m too nervous. I mean, what if he doesn’t like me? I don’t want to embarrass myself. I’d rather him just think I was being too nice to him then him know I like him if he doesn’t feel the same way.” Hyojong rolled his eyes, he along with all the other guys knew how you felt about Kino. There was no hiding it. The little things you always did for him, the way you would always blush when he was brought up, you had a decent size crush on Kino. But you were sure Kino either didn’t know it, or didn’t feel the same way towards you.

“Look, all I’m saying is, you just need to go for it. You’ll never know if you don’t try.” The two of you sat in silence, eating your food as you thought about what Hyojong said. He was right, you just needed to suck it up and finally end this wondering once and for all. But how? You couldn’t just come right out and ask him. That sounded too nerve-wracking. “Hyojong, I have an idea on how to find out if he likes me.” You took yours and Hyojong’s food into the kitchen as you both were finished, then rejoined him on the couch.

Grabbing a blanket, you threw it over the two of you, quickly making Hyojong question your actions. “Um, what the hell are you doing? I mean I know sometimes we cuddle and you lay in my bed and stuff, but this is different.” You just ignored how uncomfortable he seemed as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Shh, just go with it. The boys should be home soon right? I have a plan just follow along.” So he did, the two of you staying like that on the couch until the boys came through the door.

“Hey Hyojong-Oh, and y/n?” “Hey guys, there’s food for you all on the counter.” They all walked in with confused looks as they thanked you for the food. “Wait till Kino sees this.” They all left the room laughing as Hyojong looked down at you. “Okay when is this plan gonna be over? I really don’t see how this is gonna-“ “Kino’s coming! Hold my hand so he gets jealous!”

You panicked a bit as you heard Kino walking down the hall with Hongseok, taking Hyojong’s hand in yours, and resting it on top of the blanket. “I really don’t understand why you can’t just ask him the stupid question.” He groaned as the two finally walked in, confused at the sight of you and Hyojong just like the others. Again you told them about the food, to which they said thank you. But unlike the rest, Kino stayed in the kitchen, looking at you two laughing.

“What? Something funny?” You sat up, looking at him as he pulled his food from the stove. Licking some sauce from his fingers before picking up his box to head to his room. “Yeah, next time you want to make me jealous, don’t use Hyojong to help you out. It’s a little obvious, I mean, I know you two would never date or anything. If you wanted to know if I liked you, all you had to do was ask.”

Your jaw dropped a bit as you turned to Hyojong, who quickly dropped your hand and threw the blanket to the side. “I told you.”

Getting up from the couch you quickly ran down the hall after Kino. “Wait, so is that a yes? Kino, open the door!”