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Yes, hi, excuse me, passing through, dropping crap all over the fandom. 

Hi. So, I did the prompt! @pink-paladin-lance hope you like it, tho I didn’t made it as angsty bc I craved fluffiness and well, …yeah. Hope you like it anyways!

Ps. Long Post. So yeah! No warnings? Just mean aliens, psh. 

Nothing much to say? Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and the idea come from @pink-paladin-lance (:

Edit: ….Did i fixed it the damn problem or? 


“Alright! Another win for Voltron!” Hunk shouts animatedly as he wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulder, shaking him as he cheers, “Did you guys see how Keith dodged that laser beam when one of the Galras tried to sneak up on him? Keith, buddy, that was amazing! You totally flipped them!”

Keith laughs as he takes off his helmet and brushes Hunk’s praise off. “What? No, come on! Are you kidding? Were you even present when your Lion completely crushed that rock and saved the entire village? Because I was and it was out of this planet, man.”

“Okay, guys, but I think I speak for everyone that the best part was when we formed Voltron and we completely destroyed that Robeast because Shiro’s plan was on point!” Pidge cuts in, grinning behind her shoulder to meet their leader, “If it hadn’t been for your quick thinking, the battle would have taken a lot longer.”

Shiro chuckles from his place besides Allura and waves the compliments off with a hand. “No way. The plan was a success because your plants held the Robeast long enough for us to make a move, Pidge. You have been improving a lot since the day we found of about your Lion’s power.”

Lance watches from the sidelines as he stands besides Coran, a few feet away from the team. He smiles fondly as he hears them cheer and praise each other, their adrenaline and enthusiasm that always come from a winning battle still running through their blood.

“Wait, wait, but did you guys notice when Lance –” Keith’s sentence is suddenly cut off when the Prince of the Royal Family from the Kingdom they just saved clears his throat abruptly, catching everyone’s attention and making Keith’s proud grin to dim, replacing it with a frown.

“On behalf of my people and my Mother, I would like to express our gratitude towards the brave Paladins of Voltron who saved us today and forevermore, for it is their duty to defend and serve this Universe from the claws of evil.” The Prince says, voice high and powerful.

He stares into each of the Paladin’s eyes before they fall on Allura. “Princess Allura, please, as a thank you, allow us to escort you and the entire team to our Castle in order to present you an exquisite and well deserved banquet in your honor.”

Allura smiles and opens her mouth to respond but Lance’s voice beats her to it.

“Sure, dude!” He shouts happily, walking a few steps until he’s standing beside Allura and Shiro. “A banquet is always appreciated! I mean, Voltron really kicked some serious ass today if you know what I mean.” Lance can hear the way his team groan and chuckle at his words, too used to Lance’s cocky facade and he can feel Allura’s playful smack of her hand on his ribs.

Lance’s grin fades when the Price stares down at him unamused and something inside him drops unpleasantly.

“Blue…Paladin, of course.” The Prince says, a bore and uninterested tone on the back of his tone as he forces a rigid polite smile, “While I agree with you on the fact that Voltron surely won this battle by their own hands, I have to ask…”

He pauses, letting his words linger in the air as he takes a step towards Lance and clicks his tongue.

“Why are you on the team? I’m sure that your … talents, if you even have some, can be of much assistance back in the Castle.”

Lance’s smile falls and he hears the way someone behind him takes a sharp intake of breath but Lance doesn’t bother to turn around to found out who exactly.

“Well, I am the Blue Paladin. I have to be where the team is, of course.” Lance says, mouth twitching in what he hopes to be a smile but ends up being a grimace.

The Prince clicks his tongue once again and shakes his head as if in disappointment. “Ah, my apologies, Blue Paladin. I had just assumed that you were just filling the spot for the time being until the true Blue Paladin claimed the title.”

Lance doesn’t need to turn around to know what’s happening behind his back. He can feel the tense air that has settled on the team. He can hear the hard shallow pants from Hunk’s end as the Yellow Paladin tries to suppress the urge to lunge at the Prince. He can hear the soft faint sound of Shiro’s arm activating itself along with Keith’s bayard. He can even feel Pidge’s deathly glare that goes through him to get to their target that is the Prince.

He feels the grip of Allura’s hand on his suit tighten and the way Coran’s hand find its way until it’s resting on his shoulder.

But the Prince doesn’t. He doesn’t see, feel or sense any of what Lance does because they are not his team, they are Lance’s.

The Prince continues.

“No offense, Blue Paladin, but I had actually thought that Princess Allura here was the rightful Paladin for the Blue Lion. Having her leadership and power aside, she seems to be such a good fit for the title.”

Lance doesn’t disagree.

“Of course, I might be wrong. After all, there must be a reason why you are fighting besides Voltron itself. I speak out only because I believe your talents have been blurred by being surrounded by such powerful people and I’m merely concerned about the efficiency in future battles, thinking that your efforts may not be good enough –”

Lance can’t even come up with a response because suddenly there’s a body rushing past him and then Keith is standing there, pressing his Marmora Blade against the Prince’s neck.

“Would you like to say that again? Just to make sure I have the right motive to make you regret those words?” Keith hisses, face inches away from the Prince’s.

“Keith.” Coran calls, sharp and with a hidden warning, “Step back from the Prince, right now, Young Paladin.”

“But Coran –!”

Right now.

Keith growls but ends up taking a step back, his scowl deep in his face as he glares at the Prince from a distance.

“Prince Yult,” Allura says, voice tight and on edge as she releases Lance’s suit and takes a step forward, “While we appreciate your hospitality, you have no right to –”

“Princess Allura, if I may?” Lance cuts off, quiet but firm as he raises his chin high, staring at her evenly.

Allura stares right back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she nods.

“Prince Yult.” Lance addresses respectfully and waits until the royal nods at him before he continues, “I can understand your confusion about my position as a Paladin and your concern around the topic. My team’s talent and power is unmeasured and it’s not something anyone can live up to.”

“Lance…” Keith mumbles behind him but Lance continues.

“Which is why I must ask of you, not to doubt my team’s efficiency based on their one weakness that is me.”

“Lance, that’s enough.” Shiro snaps, low and dangerous but Lance doesn’t stop.

“Rest reassured, your highness.” Lance smiles, tight and forced, “That Voltron shall continue winning more battles and I will not be a liability to the team.”

“Buddy, come on, stop –”

“Now, if you excuse me, your highness.” Lance says, cutting Hunk’s plead short, “I shall take my leave. I’m sure the rest of the team would love to meet the Queen, but I sadly need to go back to the Castle and stand guard.”

Lance doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns around, ignoring the way Keith reaches out to him and how the rest of the team calls his name.

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April fools

Person a is having second thoughts about this, it might be going too far, but they love April fools day so they can do damage control later.

Person b walks in-“hey babe, what’s up? ”

Person a-“we, we need to break up. I’m sorry I can’t do this”

Person b frowns, -“what did you just say”

Person a unable to look them in the eye-“I’m saying we don’t work, I’m not happy, I’m sorry but it’s not fair to you to pretend anymore”

Person b takes a deep sigh -“okay, you’re right”

Person a-“don’t try to talk me…. wait what did you say I’m right? ”

Person b shrugs -“yeah, I get it, we don’t work, I’m not enough for you, I’ll move out in an hour just let me pack ” person b walks into the bedroom and starts packing a bag.

Person A stands there with thier mouth opened, feeling like scum, tears start to come out “wait I’m sorry this was a joke, a stupid joke I love you please don’t leave! I’m sorry!”

Person b smirks, pulls person a in for a kiss and whispers-“April fools asshole”

Person a turns bright red -“oh so you aren’t leaving ”

Person b wipes away thier tears-“you can’t get rid of me that easily you dork, just wanted you to see you were being shitty”

Person a rubs the back of thier neck -“yeah, that wasn’t so funny in hindsight ”

Person b-“no, when you started crying I knew I fucked up, no more shit like this okay, too personal ”

Person a grins -“I’m still going to prank you”

Person b kisses them-“ I’d be more concerned if you didn’t, now let’s forget this ever happened”

Person a-“I do love you, no April fools”

Person b-“I love you too”

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Alex pinched the bridge of his nose before hissing through gritted teeth, “You told me to come home t’yeh, an’ while I’m out there nearly dyin’, you’re here playin’ house with some bloke?”

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Alex returns home from Dunkirk to some very unpleasant and unsettling news.

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ong seongwoo|enemies to lovers

Originally posted by lallainex91

member: ong seongwoo
genre: fluffy w a lil bit of angst
warnings: sexual harassment 
summary: school au! enemies to lovers au! you and seongwoo have always been secretly in love with each other but it’s always been hidden by endless pranks and teasing. one night, one closet and one confession will change everything.
requested: yes
enemies to lovers series: bae jinyoung | ong seongwoo | park jihoon | kim jaehwan | lai guanlin


  • you were known to be one of the most popular girls in the grade
  • you were sweet, sassy, confident, witty, gorgeous and just outgoing and friendly
  • surprisingly you used to be super shy in middle school but with your amazing best friend kang daniel you became much more social 
  • but even though you were known as a super sweet girl everyone knew you hated one person
  • he was the cockiest, most annoying and ridiculously good looking person you’ve ever met
  • ong seongwoo
  • he was one the most popular guys, funny, confident, hot, made everyone laugh, party animal, jock and was basically liked by everyone except you
  • and don’t get me wrong he hated you too
  • but that didn’t stop everyone in the whole entire school to ship you
  • especially your and his best friend daniel
  • “seriously y/n, when are you and seongwoo going to get together??” he’d say literally on a daily basis
  • go daniel the cupid!! lol tf is wrong with me
  • everyone would always say
  • “you guys would be the golden couple!”
  • “actually 2nd golden couple, you could never beat daehwi and jinyoung”
  • “no but actually you would look so good together”
  • “and the sexual chemistry between you is ridiculous”
  • you’d dismiss the comments and just roll your eyes 
  • but you couldn’t lie to yourself
  • you liked him a lot but you’d never admit it in a 100 years
  • you couldn’t help but smile sweetly at the incident which started the feud between you two 
  • which of course was when you fell for him
  • seongwoo was dared to pour a whole entire bucket of water on you by jaehwan because all his friends knew seongwoo had the biggest crush on you you didn’t know he had a crush on you tho
  • seongwoo as much as he liked you would never step down from a dare
  • so he did it
  • just as you were entering the cafeteria he poured a whole entire huge bucket of water all over you 
  • he was expecting you to slap him, or get super pissed
  • to his amazement and surprise you didn’t 
  • you felt the rush of water and you could tell by the laugh it was seongwoo
  • and you smiled to yourself knowing if you got pissed that means he would get the satisfaction
  • so instead you turned back to face him just to give a smirk and a raise of your eyebrow and then you screamed out
  • “WATER FIGHT!!!!!”
  • and it was a hot summer’s day so literally the cafeteria went into absolute chaos
  • people got their water bottles, cups, someone even got a hose
  • and water was everywhere, with people running around and screaming 
  • it was one of the best lunches even afternoon classes got cancelled because literally everyone was soaked head to toe even the teachers
  • and the cafeteria was basically just looked like it was in a flood
  • just as the water fight started, you filled up the bucket he used on you 
  • and seongwoo was just in awe of you of turning this whole entire thing on him
  • you walked up to him still drenched and with the same exact bucket he poured water on you, you poured it on him
  • he couldn’t help but smile brightly as you did thinking
  • “shit this one hell of a girl”
  • and you were smiling the whole time 
  • you couldn’t help yourself but admire his smile, his joking casual attitude, and him wanting to make people smile
  • but you also thought he’s such a cocky jerk but you knew 
  • as you were pouring water all over him and he was grinning happily
  • you were gonna fall for him
  • and oh boy did you 
  • and then as the last droplet landed on him
  • you whispered in his ear “better luck next time”
  • you winked at him and walked off 
  • luckily he didn’t see your super red blush and couldn’t hear your racing heart
  • he also was trying to stop his ears from going bright red and to stop smiling the goofy adorable smile he knew he had on his face
  • he stared at you the whole time as you walked away from him
  • but for the grande finale you rang the fire alarm in the cafeteria making the sprinklers go off 
  • then you just strutted out there like the boss ass bitch you were
  • and seongwoo literally fell so in love with you right there and then 
  • he knew he could never meet someone like you ever in his whole entire lifetime
  • someone finally outsmarted the great ong seongwoo
  • and he finally fell for someone
  • but that was like 6 months ago
  • in those 6 months you turned into enemies who secretly loved each other
  • seongwoo would do ANYTHING to get your attention
  • which usually meant annoying the shit out of you 
  • and constantly be super competitive 
  • but you couldn’t help but love it, any interaction with him made your heart flutter 
  • but literally in every test, exam, sports competition
  • you both would always be 1st or 2nd
  • and the bragging rights were huge 
  • “yah! y/n i ranked 1st in maths and guess where you are 2ndddd” he’d tease as the score sheet was up
  • “oh shut up, i beat you in english”
  • “and remember last week, aren’t you supposed to be in the soccer team?? how come i beat your team when we were playing soccer in sport??” you retorted
  • both of you stayed silent for a few moments thinking of that lesson
  • basically what happened was seongwoo was getting jealous at one of the guys, xiumin being too close to you
  • and he literally “accidentally” bumped into him super hard making xiumin fall
  • but he didn’t apologise and left him there making you super pissed off
  • after you helped him up and he told you he was fine
  • you stormed up to seongwoo and demanded
  • “apologise! you literally made him fall!!”
  • “why the hell should I?” he cockily remarked back
  • you stepped closer to him making people not sure whether you were gonna slap him or kiss him
  • you getting more aggravated basically shouted 
  • “GET YOUR ASS OVER THERE AND APOLOGISE!”
  • he scoffed at your remark making you want to strangle him and stepping so close to you your noses were touching and said 
  • “sweetheart, make me”
  • everyone was just staring at you two, the sexual tension was so thick literally no one said a thing
  • you were glaring daggers at him while he was casually smirking
  • then you sickly sweetly smiled at him and stepped on his foot super hard
  • and said “whoopsie”
  • you walked off as he was groaning in pain clutching his foot
  • these sort of incidents happened between you two
  • and everyone could see the sexual chemistry between you two shipping you two all the time
  • but all the hatred, teasing, snide comments stopped one night
  • you were both at a party, you weren’t really enjoying it 
  • feeling super duper jealous as you saw seongwoo dancing with at least 3 girls
  • minhyun noticed and said to you “yah y/n stop staring at seongwoo, you’re making it so obvious that you like him”
  • “i don’t like him minhyun-ah” you said with a sigh
  • “mhmmm sureee keep telling yourself that” sungwoon butted in sassily
  • “just make him jealous y/n he’ll be all over you in seconds” drawled jaehwan
  • “dance with woojin then, sexily of course” daniel said with a teasing wink
  • “all of you just stoppppp” you groaned
  • “jisung help me out here??” you pleaded at jisung
  • “as much i hate to admit, i agree with the boys” he said raising his hands up in surrender
  • you huffed and puffed and then said fine
  • you went up to woojin who was dancing in the centre of the dance floor
  • and you told him that you were trying to make seongwoo jealous so is it okay if you danced with him
  • luckily you guys were good friends but 
  • he still blushed so hard at first then shyly agreed
  • but once you were both dancing it just became a lot of fun
  • and of course seongwoo couldn’t help but get jealous and stare at you two
  • then the guys moved to him
  • enjoying making you two squirm
  • “seongwoo stop making it so obvious you’re jealous” sungwoon teasingly said
  • “ME?! jealous of y/n and woojin?? no way in hell would that happen” he denied outright
  • “seongwoo even me, i can tell you’re basically in love with her” jisung said exasperatedly 
  • “seriously though when are you going to ask her out” minhyun asked
  • seongwoo just sighed and gave up lying to them and said
  • “gosh i like her so much, it’s crazy, i’d do anything to get her attention, i have literally gone on no dates for 6 months, she’s perfect but she’d never like me, she probably hates my guts” he ended dejectedly
  • literally everybody rolled their eyes at that
  • “HOW IS IT THAT YOU DON’T REALISE SHE’S ALSO MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU??!!” daniel exclaimed throwing his hands in the air and then dramatically falling back onto the floor
  • “she’s doesn’t like me at all she hates my guts?” seongwoo said confused 
  • “okay hyung, look at y/n dancing with woojin right now, that’s to make you jealous okay? and you can tell by the way she’s literally looking at you every 5 seconds to make sure you’re watching” jihoon said slowly trying to explain to seongwoo 
  • seongwoo scoffed at first but then he noticed what jihoon said was right, you kept looking at him to make sure he was looking at you dancing
  • he started to grin broader and broader
  • as he realised what the guys were saying were right
  • he literally felt like doing the biggest happy dance 
  • he felt he was on the top of the world as he realised you liked him as well
  • on the other hand
  • you couldn’t help but blush at his intense gaze on you and the way he was smiling was making your heart melt
  • you excused yourself to woojin saying you were going to get a drink so you could calm and collect yourself
  • you headed upstairs and as you were relaxing in front of a door 
  • someone grabbed your wrist super tight and wrapped a hand around your mouth 
  • harshly pulling you into a small closet
  • your eyes meet some random man trying to kiss you
  • you could smell the alcohol in his breath 
  • you tried to get out of the closet but realised it was locked
  • your instincts kicked in and you started kicking and hitting and screaming for help
  • he restrained you and held you down making you feel desperate and helpless
  • after so much effort of getting him off you
  • screaming that he was a pedo and creep and to stop
  • he still tried to kiss you 
  • just as you were about to give up and let him kiss you 
  • the closet door flung right open
  • it was seongwoo
  • he saw you walk up the stairs and thought to leave you to be for a while before confessing but after 10 minutes he got worried
  • he knew there were a lot of drunk guys around and hoped nothing bad happened to you 
  • he went upstairs and found guanlin on his phone and asked him super concerned 
  • “guanlin-ah did you see y/n??!”
  • “no sorry hyung, i came up just like 2 minutes ago” guanlin said 
  • seongwoo than frantically tried to find you, going from room to room 
  • then he heard the banging from a closet
  • he then heard you scream 
  • and all he saw was red after
  • you couldn’t help but relax as you saw seongwoo
  • the guy gruffly said “get the hell out”
  • seongwoo said in a voice which was dangerously low
  • “you have 3 seconds to get your fucking filthy hands off the girl i love before i beat the crap out of you, 1, 2, 3″
  • the guy still hadn’t moved
  • he was basically ripped off from you then seongwoo got one punch in
  • before the guy scrambled out and slammed the closet door shut
  • you both realised you guys couldn’t get out but didn’t really care anymore just glad that it was all over
  • you relaxed as the guy wasn’t in your sight anymore
  • then you tried to process everything especially
  • the girl i love bit
  • but before you could say anything
  • two muscular arms wrapped around you super tight
  • you felt so warm and safe in seongwoo’s arms
  • he whispered into your ears “i was so worried about you”
  • your heart flutters as you hear the sincerity and concern in his voice
  • “thank you for saving me” you said your voice slightly trembling
  • still traumatised from the incident
  • “of course, don’t worry now, i’m here okay?” he said sweetly
  • “okay” you say sighing in relief
  • for a few minutes you just stood there just hugging each other
  • you eventually break apart and you couldn’t help but say 
  • “the girl you love huh?”
  • “i never said that” seongwoo denied adamantly 
  • “say it againnn” you tease 
  • “say what again?” he asks pretending to be clueless 
  • “that you love me” you say with a smirk you say stepping super close to him
  • you both stared intently into each others eyes and seongwoo’s eyes kept on flittering to your lips back to your eyes
  • making your heart beat faster than it ever has
  • seongwoo not even registering what he was doing 
  • softly kissed you at first in a way like asking your permission
  • and allowing you to break apart
  • you didn’t want that at all and you deepened the kiss 
  • he reciprocated almost immediately 
  • as it continues it continuously became more passionate
  • all the sexual chemistry between you basically exploded
  • you ran your hands through his hair
  • and he couldn’t help himself but fall in love even more as you kept on smiling as you kissed him
  • but as the kisses became more passionate
  • he’d bite your lips softly making you moan softly
  • he’d trail kisses all the way down to your collarbone
  • making you arch your back slightly
  • then he’d recapture your lips and kiss you over and over again 
  • you both end up making out for a solid 10 minutes
  • as you parted, seongwoo wore the cheekiest smile
  • you scolded him but you couldn’t help but smile
  • “wipe that smirk off your face ong seongwoo”
  • “yes dear’ he’d teasingly coo
  • you rolled your eyes
  • you guys ended up getting out of the closet by you picking the lock with a bobby pin
  • without saying goodbye to anyone, you grabbed your stuff and headed to seongwoo’s house
  • both your parents were out of town 
  • so you just stayed at his place for the night 
  • stop thinking so dirty no they did not do it
  • just because you were still scared at the incident of tonight
  • and seongwoo wanted to make sure you were okay
  • seongwoo gave you one go his t-shirts to change into and it was a simple loose black t shirt 
  • you went to seongwoo and twirled around and asked
  • “do i look okay?” 
  • seongwoo just cheekily smiled and couldn’t help but rush up to you and kiss you sweetly because of how good you looked in his shirt
  • and whispered
  • “you look perfect, you’ve always been perfect to me and you are the perfect girl for me”
  • “y/n will you be my girlfriend?”
  • he ended with a sweet forehead kiss and you nod and sweetly reply 
  • “as cheesy as it sounds i’ve basically been in love with you for the past 6 months so of course i will”
  • he’d kiss you softly after you said yes both of you grinning like you won the lottery 
  • you both end up talking for hours, eating junk food, while cuddling and 
  • laughing about how you hated each other and constantly teased each other and all the small arguments you guys had
  • after talking about the most random little things to the deepest secrets you’ve never revealed 
  • laughing you head off or teasingly arguing with each other 
  • you both were super exhausted
  • and you then ended up falling asleep in your favourite place in the world
  • in seongwoo’s arms
  • once you went to sleep seongwoo smiled at you in a way someone could if they were in love and before he passed out himself 
  • he whispered sweetly in your ear
  • sweet dreams, y/n, i love you”

THIS WAS A BLESSING TO WRITE!!! i love seongwoo so much he’s my bw and just AGH FEELS!!! also this was super rushed so whoops sorry. i hope the sexual harassment wasn’t too much and the makeout sesh you enjoyed ;) I’M ALSO TAGGING @starrywinters SO I CAN RUIN HER BIAS LIST and we will fangirl over how much we love seongwoo and how we’re unloyal hoes. Y’ALL SHOULD FOLLOW HER she has amazing fics

anyways hope you enjoyed it!!! love you all, message me and send me anons!

thegrumpiestunicorn  asked:

I don't normally do these prompt things, but “I don’t mean to sound paranoid but I’m pretty sure you’re a serial killer" sounds really interesting. No pressure!

Bucky watches from his window as the guy who lives in C107 climbs up the fire escape in about five steps. He pauses when he sees Bucky and gives him a little smile and a salute. Bucky forces a smile back.

Because, despite the guy from C107’s blond hair, charming smile, and generally pleasant demeanor, Bucky’s pretty sure that he’s a serial killer.

— —

C107 moved in three weeks ago during the middle of the night, because that’s what serial killers do. They come in the middle of the night, murder everyone on their floor, and leave before anyone can find their bodies. It doesn’t matter that C107 smiles shyly at him in the mailroom or helps the old lady in E202 with her groceries; Bucky knows what’s up. He knows that C107 sneaks out almost every night and doesn’t come back until morning, and never through the front door. Once or twice, Bucky’s seen him covered with blood.

So the guy’s a serial killer, and Bucky’s not sure what to do about that.

— —

There’s a knock on Bucky’s door.

Bucky texts Darcy: It’s the serial killer and I’m going to die.

Darcy texts back: have fun!

It’s not a helpful answer.

Bucky takes a deep breath and walks towards the door. It’s better that he just opens it up and accepts his fate. It’ll be hard enough for the landlord to rent out his apartment again after everyone finds out that a murder took place; he may as well not make any messy clean-up bills by having the serial killer knock down the door or something like that. Makes things simpler in the long run.

He opens it.

C107 is standing there, shirt covered in blood. “Hi,” he says with a bit of a sheepish smile.

“Oh,” Bucky says, then promptly passes out, because if there’s one thing that Bucky isn’t good with, it’s blood.

— —

He wakes up on his couch, underneath a blanket, and with the fluffiest pillow in his apartment beneath his bed. He does not wake up in Heaven (or Hell, if all of those fire and brimstone ‘homosexuals are killing America’ preachers are to be believed) because C107 killed him.

Bucky blinks a few times, then hears C107 on the phone. “No, that’s not… I don’t care if he knows who I am! That’s the point!”

Bucky closes his eyes again. It’s not worth it. He’s going to die.

“Well, what was I supposed to do, Tony? March into his apartment in my Cap uniform and commandeer his laundry machine?”

That’s… kinky.

“No, no, I’ll… I don’t want to wake him up! I’ll talk to you later, Tony.”

Bucky opens his eyes again, just to be a little sneaky, but of course C107 is already looking at him. “Hi there!” he says, far too perky for someone with a shirt covered in blood.

“Uh, hey,” Bucky says, pushing himself up.

“Easy now,” C107 says, rushing over to the couch. “Don’t force yourself,” he says.

“Why would you care?” Bucky asks, a bit hysterical as C107 reaches out to touch Bucky’s forehead with the back of his hand. “Since you’re here to murder me, and all.”

C107 drops his hand. “What?” he asks, incredulous.

“I’ve seen you! Crawling through the window at night! You’re going to kill me and honestly? I’m not prepared for it. I have… four things to live for. At least. Maybe five.”

C107 just stares.

“Six?” Bucky offers. “I’m not sure I can list more than six, to tell the truth.”

“I’m… I’m not going to kill you,” he says.

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “I have a hard time believing that.”

“No, no! I’m… I needed to borrow someone’s laundry machine and I saw you were up. That’s all.”

Bucky blinks. “You have your own in your unit.”

“It’s busted,” C107 says.

“Because you put bloody things in it all the time?” Bucky asks.

C107 snorts. “No, because the last resident and their partner had relations on it and busted it.”

“Go Kevin,” Bucky says.

C107 laughs. “Anyhow,” he says when he’s done, “I’m not here to kill you.”

“That’s a relief.”

“I mean, I have killed people before,” Bucky’s eyes go wide then C107 says in a rush, “but most of them were Nazis.”

“I’m not following here,” Bucky says, throat dry.

C107 sighs. “Okay, it’s. I’m. Captain America?” he says, wincing. “And I was just wondering if I could borrow your washing machine.”

Bucky nods. “Alright, okay, that’s…”

And it’s a good thing he’s already on the couch, because he passes out again.

i see a lot of fic/headcanons where fake ah crew geoff sort of opens his penthouse to the crew like, sure, stay here if you want, we’re all family, mi casa es su casa

but i also just immensely love the idea of, instead of that, the crew just relentlessly integrates themselves into his life whether he likes it or not

like one night they’re at the penthouse celebrating a heist well done and everybody’s grumbling about having to drive home late and most of them are drunk and geoff sighs like, well, okay, i’ve got some guest rooms

but then a couple weeks later michael shows up out of the blue to watch it’s always sunny and pushes past geoff into the penthouse as soon as the door is opened and geoff is like, um.

and then a week after that jack lets herself into his place (when??? did she get a key????) because according to her she has damn well earned a long, restful bath this week and your bathtub is the size of most family-sized jacuzzis so move the fuck over and let me use my new bath bomb, and geoff is like, um????

and then later he notices that there are like forty-seven cans of red bull in his fridge from gavin and geoff is all hold on a second here—

and then finally one morning he stumbles into his kitchen, exhausted and probably hungover, only for fucking ryan to hand him a mug of coffee, and he mumbles thanks automatically and then it’s like that one avengers post and geoff goes “HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE?”

“ray let me in.” (”’sup,” says ray from the living room.)

“HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE???”

“dude, i’ve been living here for the past week and a half.”

t-trashhhmouth  asked:

Detention hc + Reddie ???

I love this prompt so much and I really hope you like it. @t-trashhhmouth
Kinda goes into NSFW territory??? but nothing happens, I swear.

  • Richie didn’t really know why he ended up in detention, especially on a Saturday.
  • Wait, no, he’s lying. He knew exactly why he ended up in detention.
  • Probably because he got into a fighting match with Eddie right outside of chemistry class - over something so stupid.
  • And now Eddie was sitting on the furthest left side of the room, pouting, his arms crossed and looking out the window.
  • There were exactly two hours left until the end of the class and Richie really didn’t want to keep quiet.
  • Especially when Eddie was sitting there, in those stupid red fucking shorts he always wore when he’s pissed or when he wants to piss off Richie.
  • Today was the day for both.
  • Really, Richie was mad, because obviously, who would pick Aquaman over the flash???
  • But Eddie did????
  • And his reasonings were so stupid????
  • And who wears the shortest shorts to school?????
  • Where is the clothing code???? And why is Eddie with his stupid pale thighs just sitting there?????
  • So Richie decided, ‘hey, let’s piss off the spaghetti man.’
  • “You need to stop.”
  • “Excuse me?” Eddie called out. He really wanted to punch Richie.
  • “With those fucking shorts.”
  • Shut the fuck up, Trashmouth.” Eddie said. He was blushing and he hated it.
  • Richie grinned. “Why Eds, am I turning you on?”
  • “As if, dickhead.”
  • “You’re the dickhead.”
  • “Really, you’re an asshole.”
  • “Yeah, how?” Richie edged out.
  • “Who the fuck picks the Flash over Aquaman?”
  • “Aquaman is shit and you know it.”
  • And now they were both riled up??? Because who would pick the other one over the other???
  • Richie was just glad that the teacher left the room a few minutes ago to go to the washroom. 
  • But the argument was starting again???? And Richie really wanted to shut Eddie up, preferably with his mouth.
  • But he tried a different approach.
  • “We all know that Aquaman-“
  • “Your thighs are distracting me.”
  • “Richie-wait, no. What the fuck. We’re in detention.”
  • “Yeah, well, they’re distracting me.”
  • “Yeah, well, live with it dickhead.”
  • And your fucking shorts, I hate you.”
  • “Chee shut the fuck up.”
  • Really now, Richie was grinning???? Because Eddie never called Richie ‘Chee’ when he was pissed.
  • So, Richie knew he won the argument and he was probably going to get some when he went to Eddie’s room tonight.
  • “You’re so going to let me bang you when we get home.”
  • “Fuck off Richie,” Eddie said, furrowed his eyebrows, and then grinned. “Only on one condition though.”
  • “What’s that.”
  • “If you say that Aquaman is better than the Flash.”
  • Honestly, Richie had priorities. So he did what was needed to be done. He sighed.
  • “Aquaman is better than the Flash.”
  • “Now that’s a good boy, Chee.”
  • “You know I love you and your stupid short shorts.”
  • Eddie grinned, “Yeah, I know.”
  • ???? They’re just gross, I love them okay.

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Okay, but am I the only one who thinks about what it would be like if you were friends with your favourite artist(s)?

Just think of all the love and support you’d more than likely get from them. Late night calls, good morning texts, y'know- the works. And think about being so close that when things get tough, having them come to you.

*sigh*


I should really just stick to reblogging XD

Camp food

“Nichole, that’s not how a lady sits” the girl’s mother didn’t even look up from her book. It was as if she could simply feel the bad posture.

Nikki tried her best not to groan and sat straight up.

“Feet flat on the floor.”

She shifted her position so that she was no longer sitting on her feet, and they dangled just above the floor.

“Feet flat ON the floor. If they dangle, you’ll just kick your feet like you always do.”

Nikki scooted a bit forward so that her feet could reach the ground. It was taking everything in her power to not just inhale her meal and run off to go play.

But now there was a new problem, her right leg was shaking.

This wasn’t a new problem for Nikki, she used to claim it meant it was happy, but her mom told her that it was disruptive and needed to stop. She made a conscious effort to try and will her leg to stop, but it kept shaking as if dancing to a song no one else could hear.

Her mother simply looked up. That slight, almost unnoticeable motion was enough to make Nikki freeze in place.

“This is a dinner table, not a jungle gym. You can play when you’re finished Nichole.”

“I’m sorry mom…”

“If you’re sorry then fix it.” Nikki nodded and stepped on her right foot with her left. Her feet weren’t flat on the ground, but at least her leg wasn’t shaking.

She hadn’t even touched her food.

It wasn’t that her mom wasn’t a good cook, she was great, but every dinner was an exercise in remembering how to eat. It took years just to get which utensils go on which side of the plate. Nikki didn’t see the point, nor did she understand why you even needed more than one fork. They’re all forks, and she has two perfectly good hands anyway, no utensils needed.

She’d never actually try that though, at least not with her mom right there.

“Nichole, stop picking.” She froze again, she didn’t even realize she had been picking. Looking down, one of the scabs on her arm was bleeding. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, Nikki was always playing with or picking at things, be it loose thread, one of her many bandaids, or the wounds they cover. It got especially bad when she was nervous.

“Hey mom? I’m not really super hungry.”

“Put plastic wrap on it and put it in the fridge, we’ll try again later.” This always happened. She was beginning to forget what warm food tasted like. At least not warm food that hadn’t been microwaved only to go back in the fridge without having a bite taken out of it.

–***–

“Camp?” Nikki looked up from the sand box. She wanted to dig for pirate treasure other places but she didn’t get yelled out when she dug here.

“Yes, I was thinking of sending you to a summer camp,” the woman smiled slightly seeing her daughter’s excitement.

“Like outside? In nature?”

“Absolutely. I think it’ll be just what you need.”

“Will it have fun games and adventures?! Can I wrestle bears and befriend wolves and make new friends?”

“You can do… some of those things, yes.”

“Thank-you thank-you THANK-YOU” Nikki jumped up and hugged her mom’s leg. “What’s it’s name? Where’s it at?”

“The sleepy pines. They’re called the flower scouts.”

–**–

The first week hazing had been bad, but Nikki took it in stride, initiations were always like this on TV. She was tough though and while these girls were… well girly, Nikki wanted to be their friends more than anything. This was her chance to go to camp and make friends and go on adventures with them. She didn’t want to blow this.

The second week was worse, they stopped being friendly all-together. They started calling her things like “weirdo”, “freak”, “disgusting”, they made it a game to get up and move when she’d try to sit with them. What’s worse, they’d give the same treatment to everyone who tried to be nice to her. It wasn’t long before the whole camp avoided her like a plague. She started to feel like that’s what she actually was.

Why wasn’t she normal? If she was, then her mom wouldn’t be so disappointed in her. If she was, these girls would want to be friend. If she was, then she wouldn’t feel so lonely.

The final straw was something simple. She was sitting alone for dinner, like she always did. She didn’t have to worry about eating a certain way, it’s not like using forty forks like her mom told her would suddenly make everyone give her another chance. The food was delicious too, these camp chefs were apparently hired from France. Still, it felt so lonely.

“Ew, she’s peeling her scabs!” Nikki was brought back from her daydreams by the entire mess hall pointing and staring. Some of them even took out phones to take pictures.

“She’s such a fucking freak!”

“Do you think she eats them?”

“Probably, it’s like she’s not even human.”

“She’s probably not, she’s an ugly rat.”

“Eww, what if she has bugs?”

Nikki felt like a trapped animal, which is exactly what they thought she was. She backed a couple paces away from the table before running out of the cafeteria, tears forming in her eyes.

It didn’t take her long to flag down a counselor and ask to use a phone.

“Hello? Residence of doctor-”

“Mom?”

“Nichole? Are you calling from camp?”

“I…” she sniffed, “I wanna go home! I don’t like the flower scouts! They don’t do adventures or even go into the woods! A-and they’re mean and I don’t wanna be a flower scout, I wanna be a Nikki.”

There was a long sigh on the other side, “Are you sure you can’t stick out for a couple months?”

“N-none of them like me, they think I’m we-e-e-eird.” She sobbed, and wiped her nose with her sleeve.

“Sweetie, this wouldn’t happen if you just acted like a lady” Then the realization hit Nikki, she sent her there to try and change her, she wanted her daughter to act like these mean kids.

She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. “I wanna go home.”

“…are you sure?”

“Mmhm.” She sniffed

“Alright, I’ll be there tomorrow.”

“…okay. I love you.” She was answered with a repeated beeping, indicating her mom had hung up.

–**–

The mess hall was… well a mess. Max had convinced Space kid that the astronauts ate toothpaste and now there’s mint scented vomit all over that table. Nerris, having witnessed that, failed her constitution saving throw and lost her lunch as well. Then David, walking in without a care in the world, slipped on it and ate shit.

Max was basking in the situation he created, trying to get a handle on his hysterical laughter. Neil completely lost his appetite and pushed his tray away. Nikki hadn’t really noticed any of it, she was just scarfing down her food, completely spaced out.

Max snapped in front of her, “Nik, are you even seeing this?”

“Huh what? That’s a lotta barf.”

“Not the barf, well yeah the barf, but I meant David. He nearly fucking faceplanted in it!” Max laughed even harder when he noticed how much Neil was gagging. Nikki smiled more.

“Sorry I was out of it,” she said. “I was eating.”

“How can you eat this shit anyway? It’s not even real food.” He’s right, it couldn’t compare to home cooked meal, and especially not something made by professional chefs. But sitting here in perched frog on Lilly pad position, with her right leg shaking away, between her two best friends who, while flawed, love her for who she is and not despite it… she couldn’t ask for a better dinner.

“I dunno, it’s just good.”

“Whatever Nikki.” That’s right, she wasn’t Nichole, she wasn’t a flower scout. She was Nikki, and she was where she belonged.

I think i’m in love - peter parker

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: Prompts 1 and 14; Based off the song “I Think I’m in Love” by Kat Dahilia

Y/N doesn’t know how to deal with the sudden and strong feelings that have been wracking her brain for weeks, and neither does Peter. But, he decides to take action.

-1. “Are you kidding me? How is dangling from a twenty story building, safe?”

-14. “I swear to god if you ever do that again…”

requested: yes (anon)

warning: language; VERY FLUFF

a/n: here’s another request:) and I added this song bc it fit it so well! You can listen to it HERE:)! I hope u guys like this one!!

MASTERLIST


Time’s a ticking, hearts are running. Think that Cupid’s up to something. You ask me how I feel, I say nothing.

“Y/N/N? Are you okay?”

The sweet, scratchy voice that belonged to your best friend, Peter Parker, awoke you from your dreamy, afternoon daze.

“W-What? Oh, yeah yeah, I’m good,” you wave your right hand in his direction, as if saying that everything was fine and not to worry about.

The only consolation was, everything wasn’t fine.

Your wondrous mind had been slipping into an endless whirl-wind of confusion, guilt, and numerous other categories for the past couple of weeks. It seemed as if you didn’t know how to behave around anyone anymore, especially Peter for that matter. Every time someone would ask you a question, snapping you out of yet another daze, your state would jump into a lost one, confusion taking over as to what they were asking you. But, your mind was preoccupied with something, or someone else.

Peter Parker was the problem, and you hated it. Everything about him flooded your thoughts, day and night, all day, every day. You didn’t know how to control it, it just jumped upon you one day as he was speaking feverishly to you about one of his “Stark Internship Retreats". His eyes filled with excitement and wonder as he told you about his thrilling second life.

It seemed as at that moment, something inside you clicked, something that has never happened in the past seven years of your life with Peter. It scared you at first, your body and mind not knowing how to act in such a sudden and exhilarating situation.

Immediately, as you took notice of every little quirk and feature of Peter, your brain couldn’t help but make you blush and smile as the things popped into your head, over and over again.

And at that moment, you knew how your feelings were quickly laying themselves out. And you had no idea you wouldn’t be able to stop it.

But lately color seems so bright and the stars light up the night. My feet they feel so light, I’m ignoring all the signs.

’‘The sky is such a vibrant blue today, don’t you think?” you dazedly lean over to your friend Michelle, lying your head on her shoulder.

Michelle’s brown orbs tear away from her book,rolling her eyes at the interruption. Her eyes then narrow confusedly towards you, “Uhh, sure?” she questions, oddly looking down at your slumped figure.

Your lips turned up into a huge grin across your face while your Y/E/C eyes looked up towards the vibrant sky in a low haze. Your arms lay limp by your sides and your veins pursed with loving dreariness as the day went on. You couldn’t describe it. It was as if your thoughts clouded with no external thoughts of anything or anyone else. All that replayed in your head was…Peter.

Peter, Peter, Peter…

“What?” Michelle questioned you, her hand grasping her book as it fell by her sides, her attention fully faced to you.

Your eyes widened in confusion, eyebrows furrowing, “What?” you asked back defensively, wondering if you had made a strange noise or something that awoke her intent attention on the book.

Oh fuck, did I just say his name out loud?

Her finger pointed at you as your head shot up off her shoulder, “You just said Peter’s name like three times, out loud,” she pronounced loudly to you, your sudden thoughts just easily being exposed.

Fuck.

You shook your head vigorously back and forth, attempting to make your doubt evident to your friend, “No, no I didn’t. I said-”

“Noooo, you didn’t. You said Peter,” she came back instantly, not allowing you to let the topic go, “What is up with you?”  she tagged on, her head titled in your direction, bewilderment displayed across her features.

Your teeth grabbed your bottom lip in guilt and uneasiness, not knowing whether you should allow your new beheld secret to slip through your chapped lips. It was Michelle, you’ve been friends for awhile and you trust her with everything. She and Peter are the two you tell absolutely everything to, and of course you couldn’t tell Peter this.

Guilt subdued and you sighed before, grabbing her by the shoulders and dragging her to a nearby vacant spot in the park, “Okay I need to tell you something, but you have to swear you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

Her hands flew up in defense at your statement, “I promise, my mouth is completely shut,” she pretended to zip her lips before easing you to go on.

You inhaled deeply before shutting your eyes tightly, releasing them slowly as all of your thoughts for the past few weeks came flooding back, “Okay… I just sorta realized I’ve been in love with Peter for a really long fucking time and I don’t know how to deal that’s why I’ve been acting so weird and hazy lately okay it’s because Peter makes me go fucking insane but in a good way and it’s just freaking me out so that’s why okay I’m done-” you completely rushed out in a span of ten seconds, no pauses or breath being taken in your spill.

Michelle watched you oddly as you sucked in a new breath of air, regaining your previous state before rolling her eyes and throwing her hand up, “Uhm, obviously? I thought it was pretty mutual between you two?”

I keep on frontin’, yeah, I stay bluffin’. I keep you wonderin’, keep you huntin’ for my lovin’. But I crave us huggin’, yeah, I stay stubborn. ‘Cause I can’t admit that you got all the strings and know just how to tug 'em.

 “Are you kidding me? How is dangling from a twenty story building, safe?” you screamed out, face red with anger and concern towards your best friend.

“Y/N I’m fine!” Peter hollered back at you, eyes lit up with excitement once again as he came to your window still dressed in his attire, “I only came here to tell you how bad ass I was!”

You felt your protective instincts kick in as Peter blabbered on about how some bad guy tried to kill him once again. You couldn’t help it. Every time Peter approached you with yet another Spider-Man story, you couldn’t help but feel regret for that second persona he takes on almost every night. The risk of him getting severely hurt, or even killed put you in such a protective and weary state you didn’t know how to act or respond to his exciting stories.

These feelings have been immensely growing at a rapid rate ever since two days ago when Michelle spoke to you about her mutual sights and views between the two of you.

“Well, whenever I’m with both of you, one of the two of you always seems to be staring at the other. I mean, most of the time it’s you drooling over him in a lovey looking daze,” she laughs at your actions.

“Ha, very funny. Now, what else?” you pressured her, folding your arms over your chest and biting your lip.

She sighs, hand on her hip, “At lunch, when you'e always going on and on about how hard your math test was, he smiles a little, almost as if he liked seeing you talking non-stop.”

Your heart did a gigantic leap at the seemingly little yet grand gesture he felt towards you. God, that just proves how much of an impact this boy had on you. That small set of information from Michelle made you swoon for days.

I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true. Let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love).

You’re so pathetic, Y/N. Pining after someone who only sees you as a friend.

You slide out of yesterday’s conversation and back into reality, only to have Peter still jabbering on still about his greatest moment.

Tired of hearing him brag about how he almost got killed tonight, you put your hand up in front of him, cutting off his talking, “I swear to god if you ever do that again…” you glare at him annoyingly, shaking your head in disappointment.

He smiles brightly, rolling his eyes playfully, “I promise I won’t. Who else besides you is gonna keep me on the ground if I’m not here?” his play on words and sarcasm knowing exactly how to tug at your heart.

Smiling widely at his flirtatious comment and gesture, he leans over and wraps his arm tightly around your frame, his head digging into the crook of your neck, “You’re such a good friend, you know that?” he mutters softly into your neck.

Your heart aches a little as the word 'friend’ slips from between his lips, Masking your defeat, your hug him tighter, “I know.”

 My heart’s pacin’, I’m confused, I’m dazin’. I saw something I never seen in you, It’s got me shakin’. I must be hallucinatin’, I hear it happens, I’m just sayin’. Babe, I’m just sayin’. Someone give me some paper, someone give me some crayons. I’m feeling like a child, I need something to play on.

One thing you didn’t know was that, Peter’s head had been occupied twenty-four-seven as well.

But, with thoughts of you.

He couldn’t describe it. I was as if everything in the world suddenly had a purpose, and that purpose was you. He knew it sounded crazy, of course it did. You were his best friend, the oe he confided everything to, and all of the sudden you went from closest confidant to someone Peter couldn’t slip out of his mind for just a second.

When you spoke to him, it was something that connected on a whole new level. Your beautiful Y/E/C eyes sprang into his with such admiration that he felt his veins pulse with nerves. Your pretty lips that moved feverishly as you yelled at him for getting himself into more danger, became something he could stare at all day.  And when you touched, oh. That set his whole body on fire. Your sweet, caring touch would send him into a daze of bliss as your bodies held each other in a hug.

He knew what was happening to him, and he knew he needed to act on it, fast. Unlike you, Peter was sure there was something magnificently mutual between you two, and he needed to show you.

 I’m trying hard to trust you when you say, “Give me your hand.” Baby, I’m fallin’, I hope you catch me when I land.

New Message

Pete:): Come over as soon as you can. I need to tell you something.

You stared down at your phone wearily. It must be important, Peter never texted you without ending it in a smiley face or something. Nerves instantly wrack your body as you decide to make your way over there now, curious as to what could be so important.

Oh fuck, did he find out? No, there’s no way. Michelle would never and you hadn’t made it obvious, had you? Oh god, had you?

Shaking off the nervous energy, you grab your jacket and earbuds before heading out the door. Once outside, you slip in your earbuds, clicking shuffle on your most recent playlist. 'I Think I’m In Love’ by Kat Dahalia came on as you began the few block walk to Peter’s apartment.

 "In my dreams you’re the dutch and I’m the duchess and your blunts are always loose, so I’m in charge of rollin’ dutches. And we getting so high, we always get the munchies. And we go for early brunches that turn into late lunches.  And we ain’t gotta label, we’re just rollin’ with the punches, I make fun of your belly and tell you to do some crunches. And you say, “Yeah, well, your ass jiggles, go and do some lunges.” I say, “Fuck you,” while I’m thinking of you as my husband. I think I’m in love…“

Damn, my girl Kat knows what’s up.

After ten minutes, your face comes in contact with Peter’s front door. As your hand began to knock, your phone buzzed in your pocket, signaling a new text.

Pete:): The door is open when you get here. Just come in.

Your hand redirects to the doorknob, twisting it open you walk inside his vacant apartment. Quietness hits you as you make your way to Peter’s bedroom door. As your feet make way to him, your nerves begin to buildup once again, your mind wracking numerous terrible and nerve wracking situations that could possible happen within the next two minutes. Your knuckles daringly hit the door twice, stomach churning as you impatiently wait for Peter to open the door.

And once he does, you are taken in by his state. His beautiful brown eyes looked to be a nervous wreck. Hell, he looked to be a nervous wreck.

Well, guess that makes two of us.

His hair was sprawled in all different directions, looking as if he had been running his hands through it for a while. Confusion swam over you and you looked oddly at him, stepping into his dark room.

“Pete? Are you okay?” you question him as he walks behind you to shut the door. He sighs heavily, his thin lips forming a small line across his face in intense concern.

He walks back towards you, standing awkwardly in front of you, his eyes scanning everywhere in the room except to pass yours, “Uh, what? Yeah, I just wanted to…” he trails off, voice slowly becoming distant as you look down at his nervous figure to his hands rubbing themselves together roughly.

What is he doing? Why is he so nervous? You’re the one that’s nervous! Hell you’re the one who’s been nervous around him 24/7.

You dared to speak, interrupting his sighing session, “Tell me something? You sounded kind of urgent in your text.”

His head popped up in your comment, eyes meeting yours in a weary yet odd look. You felt as if he was freaking out about something serious, and you had no idea what. Stepping closer to him, you lied a hand on his shoulder, expressing excessive comfort to him.

“You can tell me anything, you know that,” you urged him, head leaning closer to his. His eyes continued to stare into yours, little fleck of light brown swam around your gaze, heart now caught in your throat.

You showed him that you’re here, can he take a hint?

He stuttered out his next response, leaning closer to you almost in a whisper he muttered, “I know that. Its just, I don’t think I can tell you this. I need to show you,” his voice got quieter with every word. His intense gaze and proximity caused your body to flood with those feelings. Those feelings you couldn’t seem to get rid of. Those feelings that were so evident right now you were shocked he couldn’t tell .

Attempting to receive a response from him, you slowly asked, eyebrows furrowing at what his last statement meant, “Peter, what do you mean? You can just tell me, I’m not going to judge-”

Your reply was cut short, not by a comment, nor a statement, but by your lips being enveloped in someone else’s. You had to keep your body from leaping back at the sudden change in atmosphere. You were standing here, eyes shut tightly to absorb the unbelievable, enticing feeling of Peter’s lips on yours. You didn’t care as to why it happened, you just wanted it to never end. Your body lit on fire from the feeling as his hand reached up and cupped the side of your cheek as your hands unknowingly grabbed his cheeks in an attempt to pull him closer.

You felt the smile you loved so much play across his lips at your actions, your closed mouth turning up into one of your own. The room became weightless, the air turned warm and you felt as if you were flying. Nothing, could beat this feeling you had right now. It felt as if everything you had sensed in the past weeks was all coming together now. And you knew, finally, that he felt the same.

You finally realized what that feeling was, and it was incredible.

I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). Baby, I think I’m in love again. I think I’m in love again (in my head, yeah, you’re in my head). I didn’t think it could be true, let alone that it would be you. I think I’m in love again (I’m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love). I think I’m in love again.

Jealousy sucks.

His reaction when he’s jealous. 

Ashton: 

Originally posted by sexycliffconda

(Y/F/N = Your friend’s name)

“Y/N?!” you heard a familiar voice yell as you walked hand in hand with your boyfriend in the park. You stopped all movement, leaving Ashton confused, and slowly turned to where the voice came from. 
“OMG Y/F/N!?” You squealed immediately letting go of your boyfriend’s hand to hug your old time friend. “I haven’t seen you in so long! How have you been!?” 
Ashton watched you and your friend chat away as he stood there feeling completely ignored. Looking down at his shoes, he sighed hoping to get your attention. 
“Oh! This is Ashton! He’s-”
“Her boyfriend.” He interrupted with a bit of attitude. “And sorry, but we have to go.” 
You eyed your boyfriend after saying a quick goodbye to your friend before speaking. 
“Ash, what the hell was that? You were a bit rude.”
“You ignored me, Y/N. All you cared about was your friend and I didn’t like that.” 
“Awww, is my little baby jealous?” you teased, finally taking the hint. 
“I’m not pushing you on the swing anymore.” He said making you pout. 

Calum: 

Originally posted by michaelsrighteyebrow

From a distance, Calum watched as you talked to your best friend and swayed your body to the music. You weren’t doing anything wrong, no. You’re not the reason why Calum was breathing heavily, jaw clenched, with his arms across his chest. It was your ex who eyed you like a piece of meat, more than likely saying vulgar things to his friends as he laughed. You were oblivious to this as you glanced at your brunette boyfriend and sent him smiles with a wave. 
Ashton leaned over to Calum and mouthed if he was alright to which he was met with silence. 
Calum couldn’t take it anymore as he made his way towards you and tightly wrapped his arm around your waist, bringing you close, and out of your ex’s view without a word. 
Turning to him, you noticed something was wrong. You wrapped your arms around his neck and asked him if something was bothering him. He simply nodded and pecked your lips, hoping your ex saw every second of it. 
Once you got home, he explained the situation and admitted he let jealously get the best of him. 
“Calum,” you giggled, “I want you to know that my ex doesn’t matter. It’s not even worth getting angry about, okay? I didn’t even notice he was there.” 
“How could you not? He was practically eating you with his eyes.” 
You laughed at your boyfriends remark and cuddled up to him, whispering reassuring words of love. 

Michael:

Originally posted by mistymgc

“I’m not arguing over this anymore, Michael, okay?” You said with a sigh.
“Why? Is it cuz I’m right?!” He yelled, not giving up. 
“Oh my God, would you give it a rest!? I didn’t notice them staring at me until you pointed it out!” You snarled as you threw your car keys on the coffee table. 
“That’s bull! Just admit it, Y/N! I know you liked the attention!” 
“Can you shut the hell up and listen to what you’re saying!? I payed no mind to those idiots because I was actually enjoying my time with my boyfriend instead of focusing on irrelevant people drooling over him!! Stop being so jealous!!”
He stared at you blankly, trying to think of something to fight back with. 
“I’m not jealous!” He suddenly bursted. 
You rolled your eyes and made your way to your room. You hated arguing with Michael but his jealousy always got to him. You had enough as you changed into your pajamas and made your way to bed. 
A while later, you felt the bed shift and a voice startle you awake. 
“Y/N…” Michael whispered. 
You hummed in response. 
“I’m sorry, baby.” He sighed. “I know I get so jealous all the time, but I’ll try to control myself… I hate arguing with you.” 
You turned to him with open arms as he immediately took the hint and cuddled with you.

Luke: 

Originally posted by cluelesslucas

The drive back to your place was quiet as Luke kept his eyes on the road. You thought your dinner date went perfectly but Luke apparently thought otherwise. 
“Babe?” You tried though you were met with silence. “What’s wrong?” 
“You’re really asking me that?”
“Yes I am because I thought we had such a great time there. I don’t get why you’re acting like this.” 
“Oh wow! Really!? A great time in a restaurant where waiters flirt with other guy’s girlfriends!? If that’s a great time to you, Y/N, then I really think you should reconsider your ideas of what a great time is.” He spat with a cold laugh. 
You were  confused not remembering the waiter ever trying anything with you.
“Wait, what? I don’t understand.” You said, shaking your head. 
 “Don’t pretend you didn’t notice. The guy was practically drooling.” 
“Luke, I swear I didn’t!” 
“He slipped his number under your plate! I saw it when you went to the restroom!” 
“I didn’t know that! I was hungry! I only paid attention to what was on my plate!” 
“Are you serious!?” He yelled, finally looking over at you. His blue eyes a darker shade as he stared at you in disbelief. 
“Yes! I only paid attention to you!” You yelled, hoping to get it through your blonde boyfriend’s thick skull. “And the food, of course!” You added finally making him crack a smile. 
“I can’t believe you…” He said chuckling a bit. “I’m sorry, baby. I just couldn’t help it.. You’re mine… I hate it when they try taking you away from me.” 
“Believe me, I’m not going anywhere, Lucas. Even with your constant jealousy tantrums…” 

Eight years

A/N- Hey! So I’m finally finished all my exams, thank baby Jesus!! Anyway, I’ve been playing around with this for a while. And I’m excited to show this to you all. There will definitely be a part two for this. 

Hope y’all enjoy! 

Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~

Originally posted by cuteguk


You got up and did your daily routine, have a shower, eat breakfast and go to work. You loved your job. You worked really heard and it payed off, you were now the CEO’S right hand man in Kim’s industries. Seokjin your boss and close friend, was taking a step back. He was doing so in order to spend more time with his growing family. You were said cause he was a really good friend of yours, and the thought of working with someone who wasn’t him scared you. What if the new CEO didn’t like you? What if you didn’t like him? So many questions and it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning. 

You got in to the lift and pressed the number of the floor you worked on. There was a soft melody playing in the back ground, the doors began to close. Suddenly someone stuck there arm in between the closing doors, stopping them from closing and re-opening them. It was a man. He was a masterpiece, he looked like he just walked out of a Calvin Klein ad. He was wearing a black tailored suit, which was obvious because it fit him like a glove.His hair was jet black, swept to the side to show off his fore head. He reminded you of someone, you just couldn’t pin point it. He stopped and stared at you for a moment. You moved a side to let him in. He walked past you and leaned up against the railing. You could fell him staring at you. You felt hot under his gaze. You felt arms snake around your waist. His arms. The beautiful man holding close against his hard chest. You could stay like that forever, but who was he and why did he want to cuddle in the lift?

“E-excuse me, Sir. But I think this is really inappropriate, could you please let me go.” You were a little shaky, you didn’t know who he was. But you could stay in his arms like that forever. Was he going to offer you sex? Like you’d consider it, he was really good looking and you’d say he’d be like a god between the sheets. Y’know what sayin. He chuckled, it was like music in your ears. 

“Really, Y/N/N (Your nick name)? You don’t remember me? He rested his chin on your shoulder, he was pouting. You’d know that pout anywhere. 

“Jeon Jungkook, you’ve turned into such a man.” You turn around his arms, wrapping yours around his neck and giving him a tight squeeze. 

“Handsome, I know right?” He smirked down at you. 

“I think fucking hot. OH MY GOD! Did I just say that out loud.” You try to pull back from him, to embarrassed. But he just pulled you tighter against him, his hands trailing lower down your back. He lowered his face down to your ear, his breath tickling your neck. 

“I think your fucking hot, too.” He whispered in your ear. 

*Flash back* - 

You met Jungkook when you were eight. You became friends pretty fast, never staying a part for too long. It was when Jungkook got his girlfriend that you realised you had feelings for him. As the years went by you understood that Jungkook would never look at you in that way. But why did he have to be so big on skin ship. He may look all innocent and shy, but no, not at all. He was a clingy motherfucker. He was big into cuddling, holding hands, a lot of times his hands would slip onto your ass and he would feel it up. Not that you minded, but you never really thought anything of it, because he was also always touching Jimins ass too. But it’s glories so who wouldn’t. 

The last time you saw Jungkook was at the end of year party, at graduation. He told you he was going to get both of you drinks and to stay right there. When it was hour later and he still wasn’t back, you went to look for him. He was basically fucking the girl that you hated most in the world, she called you nasty names and told you that you would never be good enough for the likes of jungkook. What a bitch. She was the definition of bitch. But your 17 year old little heart broke at the sight, and you ran away. The next day Jungkook texted you, but you didn’t reply. He called, you didn’t answer. He saw you walking down the street home, but you walked faster and pretended not to hear him. Jungkook was a great friend, but you could no longer hold it in. You had to let him go, even if that meant your friendship was ruined. It had to stop. 

*End of flash back*-  

“So how have you been?” He asked. You were relived he wasn’t bringing up the past. 

“I’m good, you?” He smirked, leaning down to your ear again. Does he know what hes doing to you right now? 

“I’m great, now that I’ve seen you.” He whispers. Your breathing hitched in your throat. He smirked…. little cunt. The lift opens, you pull apart from him. 

“It was good seeing you, Kook!” The old nickname rolling off your tongue with ease. He smiled bright, you missed it. 

“Oh, I think you’ll be seeing a lot more of me.” He leans back against the railing, smirking. The doors slowly close. 


You get to your office and sit back in your chair with a sigh of relief. Why did he have to be so good looking. Your heart was pounding and that was eight years ago that you were in love with him. You can’t still have those feelings, right? Right. 

A knock came to your door, and in pops Seokjins old assistant. 

“Miss Y/N, the new CEO is here. There will be a meeting in five minutes up stairs, in the conference room.” She informs you. 

“Okay, thank you.” You sigh taking off your coat and making your way to the board room. You take your seat next to your friend Namjoon. You chat to him till the meeting starts. You were anxious to see whom the new CEO will be. The man you’ll be spending a lot of time with. 

“All right everyone, settle down.” The room comes to silence, the door opens. Your looking at your schedule for today. Someone clears there throat. You look up. 

“Good morning, I’m Jeon Jungkook, the new CEO of Kim industries.” Your gobsmacked. No fucking way. This can’t be happening! He can’t be the new CEO. The meeting starts and everyone is in awe with Jungkook. Where as you are counting down the seconds till you can leave. And you thought work was a great place to be…. 


When the meeting finally ends, you  practically run back to your office. You want to try. You lay your head on your desk. You heard a faint knock at your door. “Come in.” You shout, not lifting your head from the table.

“Wow, your office has a great view!” You shut your eyes tight hearing his voice. He was no where for eight years, when you longed for him. And now he’s everywhere. You straighten yourself up. 

“Is there something I can help you with, Mr Jeon?” His smile fades at your words. 

“Y/N, you don’t have be so formal with me. We used to be so close.” He smiles taking a seat in front of you. 

“That’s true, but I’d rather if we kept this a professional relationship.” You give him a light smile. 

“And we will. But before that, I want you to answer a few questions for me.” Your heart starts to pound. Why is this happening to you? Why did the world hate you? 

“Okay.. go ahead.” You play with your fingers, a nervous habit. Jungkook smirks at it. 

“Why did you stop talking to me eight years ago?” You sigh. 

“Do you want the truth or the easy white lie?” 

“The truth would be preferred.” You take a deep breath. 

“Okay, well.. I was in love with you.” You laugh. “I am, I saw you making out with that fucking cunt that I hated, and it broke my heart. I didn’t want to put myself through pretending that I was okay with it, when I obviously wasn’t. So when you called and text I ignored them, and eventually you stopped. I never wanted you to know, so I stopped talking to you.” You sigh, it was nice getting that out after all those years. 

“Did the boys know?” You finally meet his gaze. 

“Just Yoongi and Jimin.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me? Things could of been different.” He states. 

“I told you I didn’t want you to know. I was afraid it would ruin our friendship, with my one sided love.” You giggle. “It did anyway.” You laugh again, not really knowing why. 

“Y/N, things would have been, could be different, because I-” Jungkook sentence gets cut short as your assistant comes in. 

“Miss Y/N, Mr Lee is here.” You sigh. 

“Already?” You get up smoothing out your skirt. “I’m sorry, Mr Jeon. But I have work to do.” You grab Mr Lee’s file and leave Jungkook in your office. 

“I love you, too.” Jungkook sighs. 


A/N- So message me if you want a part two. I’m quite happy with this. Hope you all enjoyed. Thank you from reading and for reaching 200 followers!! I love you all, thank you xx 

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anonymous asked:

Please do a preference or blurb where Gemma or Anne don't like you or think that you're using him for money (which makes you really insecure about him buying you stuff)and Harry finds out about it and is really upset about it.

You didn’t come from a wealthy family. In fact, most of your childhood was spent scraping for your last dollar hidden in couch cushions and eating less when your parents were in between jobs. 

That being said, you weren’t poor either. Your parents could afford to send you to a good school, and you came home each day able to do your homework to earn good grades, without having to deal with any extra work. You were just strictly middle class. 

When you met Harry, you were in your second year of university, and in the midst of all your student debt, Harry showed you what it felt to have no regard whatsoever for the price of things. He took you to amusement parks and sent you gifts you’ve been eyeing for months. Of course, these were just little side effects.

Harry was kind and humorous and treated you like you have never been treated before. Within the first few months of you two dating, he acted as if he was still courting you. Flowers and chocolates were sent almost weekly, and you spent every waking moment (apart from attending school, of course) with him. You were madly in love.

“I want you to meet my family.”

You and Harry were ice skating when he suddenly pulled you to a stop and took your face into his palms. His breath was visible in the air between you two, and his green eyes were bright and vivid. You stammer, “M-Meet y-your f-family? Like n-now?”

He chuckles, brushing back a stray piece of your hair, and says, “Not now. But soon.”

“How soon?”

Harry’s smile doesn’t break. “My birthday.”

Your knees suddenly start to buckle, and Harry catches you in time before you have the chance to fall. “Your birthday is in a week,” you huff, stabilising yourself back on the ice. “I thought it was just going to be the two of us. Cuddled up in bed the entire day…or something.” You add the last part to make it didn’t seem as if you were greatly looking forward to the plan. You were. A day with just him and no one else? Nothing was better.

“Yeah,” Harry stretches the word out, and you see the shift in attitude in his eyes. “But I was thinking, since my mum and Gemma are gonna be in London that week, we could just invite them over.”

“We’ve been together for a year,” you hesitate. “Would Gemma and Anne really–?”

“Yes.” Harry interrupts, pressing a kiss to your shaking lips. “I love you and you love me. I want my family to see how happy we are.”

You think for a minute, not ready to meet the two most important women in his life, but also not wanting to disappoint the soon-to-be birthday boy. “Okay,” you sigh, finally giving in.

“Good, because I already invited them over to stay with us.”




“Harry! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

Your hands are shaking in the pockets of your pants as you watch Anne and Gemma tumble over the threshold and into Harry’s waiting arms. You stand to the side of the room, by the fireplace, unsure as to what to do or what to say. Luckily, Harry sensed your nervousness and after embracing both women, he gestured towards you with a bright smile. “This is Y/N. She’s the one I’ve been talking about.”

“More like endlessly rambling about,” murmured Gemma and she and Anne shared a laugh. You smile as Harry’s mother walks over to hug you, and keep smiling when Gemma’s arms wrap around you. 

Harry announces, “I’m going to go make some drinks and snacks for all of us. You three get to know each other. I have a feeling you will be seeing each other a lot.”

And with that, he leaves the room. You sit down on the nearest sofa, and Gemma and Anne follow suit, both stopping to remove their coats first. “So,” you try, “how was the travel–”

“That’s a nice belt,” Gemma interrupts. You frown, glancing down at your waist. “Is that Gucci?”

You nod. “Harry got it for me on my birthday. I begged him not to but–”

“But you accepted it anyways,” Anne finishes, her voice laced with poison. 

“Yes,” you whisper under your breath. 

“Where did you go to university, Y/N?” Gemma asks.

“Oxford.”

“Wow. Ivy league. You must be drowning in student debt right now.”

“Yeah,” you smile, thinking she was joking. “I can barely afford–”

“Those boots?” Anne chirps in. “Are those Harry’s?”

You look down to see that they, indeed, were. You didn’t even notice. You just needed something comfy to slip your freezing feet into. “I guess they are,” you murmur. 

Gemma clears her throat, and it makes you look up at the female version of your boyfriend. “Harry wears his heart on his sleeve, bless him, but he is often blind when women like you come sneaking along. But not me. And not Anne. Harry might think you love him, but you don’t have us fooled, you money-digging–”

“Snacks!” Harry bursts out from the kitchen at that exact second, and you have enough time to wipe away a single tear before he places down a giant plate of crackers in front of you all. “The drinks are still inside, but I was too excited to wait.”

Anne knits her eyebrows together, and she’s smiling that easy smile that makes Harry believe it never left her face. “Too excited for what?”

But Harry’s already reaching into the coat cabinet, and pulls out a hidden box wrapped in bright red. He walks over to you, beaming, and says, “For you, my sweetheart.”

Your lips part in surprise, and even though you don’t take your eyes off of Harry’s, you can sense Gemma and Anne glaring at you. “What is this?” You ask as Harry drops it onto your lap.

“A little something. Open it and see.” He drops his head to the side and looks up at you with loving eyes. You bite the inside of your cheek as you start to unwrap it.

“What is it?” Gemma asks, peeking over her brother’s shoulder. “Shit.”

Diamonds are reflected in her eyes. Harry explains, “I had it custom made for you. See? It’s my name and your name loosely written on the sides. You lost your bracelet last week, and I wanted to make it up to you.”

“But it’s not even my birthday,” you whisper, eyes glazing over. It was beautiful. Too beautiful for your hands to touch.

“I know,” he presses a kiss to the side of your head. “But you make me so happy, I just couldn’t resist. I was going to give it to you after the night was over as a thank you for meeting my family, but I couldn’t wait.”

“Harry,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill. You still don’t dare to touch it. “You shouldn’t have.”

Harry opens his mouth to say something, but Anne interrupts, “Harry, I think the drinks are getting cold.” Harry looks up at his mother, and then back at you, before disappearing back into the kitchen.

“Why aren’t you smiling?” Gemma hisses. “This is what you want, isn’t it? This is why you have him wrapped around your finger.”

“I love him,” you murmur softly. “I love him with all my heart. I would love him if he had nothing.”

Anne shrugs. “Even if that’s true, I guess we’ll never know now.”

“I love him!” You repeat, louder, more frantic than before. A tear spills onto the bracelet that is still wrapped up in velvet.

“Then why don’t you just rip that bracelet apart?” Gemma barks. “Rip it to prove that it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s expensive,” you murmur. “It’s priceless. I can’t possibly…I can’t…”

“That’s because you don’t want to,” Anne snarls. “Gemma is right. You’re nothing but a gold digger. A nasty gold digger that is going to stay away from Harry from now on.”

“Drinks!” Harry strides into the room (again, at the worst timing possible), and immediately notices the tension. “What happened?”

You immediately rise from your seat, picking up his present for you and discarding it on the table. “I don’t feel too well,” you lie. “I’m going to go rest for a bit.”

“Do you want your–” You didn’t even have to turn around to know that Harry was pointing towards your bracelet.

“No.”


You don’t know how much time has passed. Hours, probably. Gemma and Anne have already left. The house is quiet. Harry climbs into bed and sighs, “If you don’t like it, you can just tell me.”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Don’t like what?”

He looks at you pointedly. “The bracelet.” He replies obviously. “I can return it and exchange it for whatever you want tomorrow. Just say the word.”

“Don’t,” you blurt out. “Get a refund and donate the cash to charity.”

“Huh?”

This is when he notices the huge pile of things in the corner of the room. “Is that–?” All the things that Harry has ever bought you were placed in the corner of the room. He whips his head back to you. “What’s wrong? Did Anne or Gemma say anything?”

“No,” you whisper. He can tell you’re lying in less than second. 

“What did they say?” He pulls you closer to him. “Tell me.”

“Nothing,” you try again, but he’s not buying it. Finally, you confess, “They said I was just using you for money…” Tears start to build up in your eyes again, and this time, they fall. “They said…They said I was a gold digger…but..but Harry I’m not, and I tried to tell them, but they wouldn’t listen.”

Harry’s breath catches in his throat. Then, without warning, he immediately jumps out of bed and rushes to where his phone lays on top of his cabinet. “What are you doing?” You ask, nose already started to clog up from the tears. 

He presses his phone against his ear, and in less than a beat, he’s screaming, “DID YOU CALL Y/N A GOLD DIGGER?” Oh shit. “How dare you accuse the woman I love–” He pauses, face scrunching up in disgust at whatever is being said from the other line. “All that is untrue. What kind of stories have you been reading? I’m not speaking to you both until an apology is issued.” 

And with that, he hangs up the phone. 

“Harry, you didn’t have to do that,” you say as he crawls back into bed with you.

“I don’t have to do a lot of things. I don’t have to buy you stuff you don’t need, but I do because I want to show you how much I love you. I don’t have to devote my entire life to writing songs, but I do because I would never prefer doing something else. But what I need to do is to make sure that my girlfriend knows that she is an important part of who I am, and to make sure no one tells her anything else.”


this is so shit and i might rewrite it but i felt so bad for not writing in a while so i just needed to post something but might take it down later because i am so unhappy with this ending. 

Never Forget - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 2,400+ words

Kink(s); Sir!Kink, public/car sex, slight impact play, ownership, etc.

Originally posted by nanamana

The two of you had been going through a difficult patch in your relationship- ever since he went on tour, you two had just been fighting on and off constantly especially since he always seemed to forget he had a girlfriend. 

It annoyed you to know how much he seemed to enjoy all these fans flirting and drooling over him- like yeah, you understood accepting things like that because he was an attractive man, after all, but sometimes things just crossed the line.


As you waited for him in the airport’s parking lot, you had this constant conflict with yourself- part of you wanted to give shower him with love and express how badly you missed him, but the other wanted to stay upset with him. 

With your arms crossed, resting on the steering wheel, you put your head down as your mind began to wander when three sudden knocks on your window startled the hell out of you. 
“Fuck..” You airily whispered, clutching your chest as you turned to see your boyfriend’s smiling face while gleefully waving. The instant your eyes fell on him your heart soared. 

Shit, no you’re upset with him. Be upset, be upset.

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exhausting

A/N: Woo, first Taehyung imagine. I hope it’s okay. I guess I’ll start writing imagines for the members, so if you want to send in requests, feel free to do so! also, i know tae would never act like this, but for the sake of the story, that’s how his characterization is.

genre: angst

member: taehyung (v)

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“God, it’s just so exhausting being your friend.”


Originally posted by pangguk


You pursed your lips as you watched Taehyung type away on his phone. You were laying down on the couch, your head resting on Taehyung’s shoulder. He paid you no mind and didn’t even bother to pretend to be interested in the movie that was playing.

“Taetae,” you whined. He hummed quietly, not really focusing. “What are you doing?”

“Hm,” he answered, shifting to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch and effectively dislodging your head from his shoulder. Your chest felt tight and you bit your tongue to keep yourself from commenting on anything. “Hyung texted me. He says they’re stopping to get ice cream on the way back. I’m gonna go, so I’ll see you later.” He barely even looked at you as he stood from the couch.

You bit your lip and sat up. “Oh, ice cream? I’ve kinda been craving it, could I—”

“Um, this is really just a members-only type of thing,” he replied quickly. You slumped on the couch as you watched him put his shoes on by the door.

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How NCT 127 + Ten Would Kiss You

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now listen since y'all sleep on taeil  so much that you probably don’t know this but he has really pretty lips and really nice hands so ,, naturally ,, you want them on your waist asap. (the lips or the hands you can decide)(i’m literally five why did i say that) anYwayS kissing taeil is going to be soft at first bc yeah he’s awkward but he also takes his time doing things that need to be done. so slow touches here and there, his hands tracing your curves as he presses kisses up your jawline. he stops right in front of your lips to just stare and you. probably tucks a flyaway lock of hair behind your ear and tells you you’re the most beautiful person in the world. when he fINALLY kisses you, i imagine taeil is very slow and sensual with his kisses. doesn’t use tongue much unless he’s rlly in the mood bc he just likes the intimancy of your lips touching. his hands never stop traveling to places they shouldn’t be tho ngl.

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Baby Talks

A/N: this has lots of fluff ;) hope you guys enjoy it!

Requested: @two-ghosts11

word counting: 1,680

Originally posted by dunkirks

Having a baby was undoubtedly stressful, but there was no doubt that Harry and Y/N couldn’t be happier about it. It has been six months since they’ve had Theo, who was as healthy, happy and strong as he could be.

There were times earlier in their relationship that Harry often found himself wondering if one could feel happier and warmer than he felt; wondering if that really was the happiest someone could’ve been — with the love of his life by his side, with amazing and beautiful memories being made each day and with love and joy being the only things that surrounded them in wherever environment they found themselves in —; there was really no doubt to it. He was so certain that there was no way someone could feel happier than that. Until Theo came along, of course.

Since the first time Harry saw their little man, he couldn’t stop looking at him and making silent observations about him; how tiny his hands and feet were, how little hair he had on his head, how flushed were his cheek and the big eyes he had. Harry swore on his life he had never seen anything or anyone as cute. He also never found himself as excited as he was now. He looked forward to see his first steps, to hear his first words, to see him grow up and accompany him through every step of the way.

However, Harry’s job was not one to be described as easy, which could get in their way sometimes. After all, he had just released his solo album and was about to tour the entire world with a baby and a loving wife at home. And it wouldn’t be easy.

With that being said, he never took them for granted, always looking forward every moment spent with them and cherishing every second of it, for they unfortunately don’t last forever. Soon, Harry would have to leave for a couple of weeks for his first leg of the tour and all he wanted to do was spend as much time with his family as possible.

It was winter and it was colder than usual. Theo was cutely wrapped around a blanket with a frog beanie neatly put upon his head and as warm as possible. Y/N had gone out to work today. It was winter break, meaning that she usually stayed in. However, her boss really needed her at the office so she had to go, leaving both Harry and the baby alone with each other. Although Harry would much rather prefer it if she was there with them, he was okay with being with little Theo by himself. After all, it was just one day. Besides, he’d get to spend the whole day with his baby, and who knows? They could bond even more during these next few hours.

Y/N had left with a loving kiss on Harry’s lips and with a smile on her face, telling him she’d be back before he knows it.

Soon after she left, Harry went straight up to Theo’s room to check how he was doing in his little crib. The baby had just been fed and his diapers were just changed so he was okay for now.

As he entered the room, Theo’s eyes immediately lit up and Harry approached him with a huge smile plastered on his face.

“‘Lo, m’little man. How are you today?”, he asked, pinching Theo’s nose, to which he only let out a loud giggle. In response, Harry’s smile increased (if that was even possible at this point).

The baby started to wiggle around his crib and let out a small burb. Harry couldn’t help but laugh at how small and innocent it sounded.

“Oi! You okay there, buddy?”, he rhetorically asked as he picked him up. “I see you like frogs, huh?” he said, mentioning to the beanie Theo had on his head.

“M’gonna take you downstairs with me, yeah? So we can watch some cartoons and cuddle fo’ a bit.”

Harry carefully walked with Theo wrapped around his arms, settling both of them on the couch. However, Harry thought he could do something a little bit more fun and cozy for his baby, and, being the dork and loving man he is, he made a little fortress of pillows on the couch and placed himself and Theo inside of it, careful not to destroy their little shelter.

After they both of them comfortably lying inside of it, Harry turned on the TV and put on the first kids-program he saw on the screen.

“Do you like it, baby?”, he asked, running his hands over his sides, making him giggle loudly. Harry knew that Theo couldn’t understand a word he said, but he still wanted to talk to him, even if that meant he’d have a one-sided conversation. “The big red one is a dog. A huge dog actually, don’t you think? Too big to be true”, he looked at the baby, who was starring intently at his father, liking the way his voice sounded. This only made Harry continue with his talking.

“We can get a dog if you’d like in the future, little man. What do you think, huh?”, Harry complemented nudging his sides. “Just don’t expect it to be as big and as red, alright?”, he said, letting out a small laugh.

He kept on rambling and describing the characters and events happening on screen until Theo suddenly reached his hands out and grabbed Harry’s nose, to which he jokingly hissed.

“Wha’? You like daddy’s nose, huh? You want one just like mine?”, Harry asked, rubbing his nose with little Theo’s. “Don’t worry, pal. You’ll have a cool nose too. Nicer even, yeh know? ‘Cos yours will have bits of your mommy’s nose too. A mixture of both. You know how beautiful she is, yeah?”. By now the baby had just gotten back to starring at his father, making Harry cuddle further into his little body, to which the small one only smiled and sighed in comfort.

“She gave you those eyes,” Harry continued, “they’re as big and as bright as hers. There’s just as much love in them. Have yeh noticed? Mommy loves you very much.”, said as he kissed his small head. “She always makes sure yeh’re warm and happy. She’s a great mommy, isn’t she?”. At the mention of Y/N, Harry only smiles bigger at the thought of how caring and kind she was, specially towards their family.

Theo continued to stare intently at Harry, listening and trying to make sense of the sounds of his daddy’s words.

Moments like these are the ones Harry cherishes the most. He’s always enjoyed simple. He absolutely adored finding contentment and satisfaction in small moments like the one he’s living right now at this moment. Harry believed that life was mostly made of simple and small events like these rather than big and unusual occasions that would probably only happen once or twice in the course of his life. Of course he also enjoyed those moments too, but he wouldn’t switch or change the small ones for anything in the world. He never took them for granted and always made sure he enjoyed them at their fullest. After all, how could he not? He’s the happiest a human being could ever be, he believed. He had the love of his life by his side, a loving, beautiful boy and he loved his job.

As soon as Theo let out a yawn, Harry was immediately brought bad from his trance of thought and lightly placed kissed on the little one’s forehead. “I’m tired too, buddy. Let’s take a nap, yeah? That way we’ll be well rested for when mommy comes home.”, closing his eyes he let out a small “i love you”, which came out more as a murmur, yet he still meant every word and letter in his phrase.

Soon, both of them started to drift off to sleep and entered a tranquil and resting slumber; both warm and happy with each other’s company.

-

After what felt like minutes, or hours — he couldn’t tell —, Harry woke up to a bright light flashing upon his face. Theo followed soon after him, whining a bit. As soon as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, he saw his beautiful Y/N standing in front of them, with a huge smile on her face and a polaroid camera on one of her hands and the picture being slowly revealed on the other.

“Hi, baby”, she said, leaning in for a kiss. Harry kissed her back immediately, following with a tight hug.

“Missed you today, love.” He remarked, to which she only replied with words of reciprocity. “What were you doing just now?”, he teased as he nodded to the camera on her hands, knowing really well what she was just doing. After all, it was as clear as day.

“Nothing. Just taking a picture of my two angels cuddling under this well built-up fortress,” she laughed. “This really is such a sight to see, H. Couldn’t have this moment finish without taking a picture first.”

“Glad you took it, love. Theo and I had a very nice day today, didn’t we?”, Harry said, kindly nudging his son’s side. “We slept for the most part of it, I guess, but we talked- I mean, I talked,” he chuckled with a smile, the memories of their simple yet really nice day flashing through his mind, “It was really cute. He’s adorable.”, Harry finished. “What about you, love? How was your day?”, he pulled Y/N into the fortress with them, which she gladly complied to.

“My day was okay. Just work stuff. Definitely not as fun as yours”, she let out a laugh and smiled lovingly at Harry, who was looking at her with all the attention in the world. “Kind of tired right now,” she sighed. Harry kissed her temples and hugged her tighter to his body.

“Let’s just sleep it off, then. Shall we?”.

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Reminder

Hi! Hope you’re all well. :)
It’s in the middle of the night and I have just reread my one shot Party Monster . It got me inspired to write this little story which I hope you will like. It isn’t a part2 but a small story about the same characters. x 

Warnings: Not smut but definitely hinting on it more than once.

Listen to the song ‘Reminder’ by The Weeknd whilst reading this. x

With Harry’s arms wrapped around my waist in a tight hold, the skin of his warm and bare chest pressed to my back and his soft lips nipping and biting the skin at the back of my neck, I felt happy. Every inch of my body was tingling form our earlier activities and my head felt like it was dizzy still.
I nestled my face further into the pillow supporting my neck and sighed when I relaxed further into my boyfriend’s body.
A hum into my ear had the toes of my feet curl and I whimpered when his teeth grazed the base of my neck, very much aware that he would leave a visible trace on me.

“Harry.”

“Hm?” 

I whined and tried to move, discovering that with his vice of a hold that was impossible. 

“Want to turn over,” I complained, sounding like a child, “Want to see you.” 

“But I like you like this,” Harry replied while his feet rubbed against my calfs and he moved to press himself even more against me, “You’re surprisingly comfy.”

His warm breath fanned over my bare back as he spoke, his body lowering further down until his mouth was pressed against and kissing the bottom of my spine, making me giggle and whine in his arms. His loving kisses tickled my sensitive body, bringing it back to reality after what he’d just finished doing with me. The covers around us exposed our bodies the further he moved down and I hurried to cross my arms and cover my chest. Cold air hit our skin, earning a growl from Harry in discomfort. I tried to wiggle around once more but his hands pressed flat to my stomach and stilled me, allowing him to proceed with kissing my naked skin. 
I loved him. I loved him so much it made me half crazy. With his lips on my skin and his lean body practically wrapped around me I couldn’t find anything to complain about.

“Surprisingly?” I asked, feigning to be offended by his words though of course he could read right through me.

Harry chuckled and I shrieked when he bit my hip. “Well, not that surprisingly I guess. Your body is perfect. ”

Blushing I shook my head and hoped my heart would stop its wild jumps in my chest.

“So cuddly,” Harry continued to compliment before raising up long enough for him to turn me flat on my back, body laying sprawled out beneath his as he hovered over me. “My cute girl. So pretty, too. And warm.” 

His nose nudged my cheek as he groaned and I breathed in shakily, fingers fisting the back of his neck. The skin of my stomach shuddered when his chest grazed it as he allowed himself to lay down, keeping most of his weight off me and only burdening me with enough to let me know that he was here, with me, which was just what I needed after tonight. My eyes searched to lock with his and suddenly my throat felt very dry. The sparkling green orbs changed and Harry frowned when he observed the change in my expression.

“Baby,” he breathed, lips ghosting over my own, “what’s the matter?”

“Are Jamie and Kim going to split up?”

Jamie and Kim were two of Harry’s acquaintances, people he liked to spend time with but did not consider his friends, especially since he knew that I didn’t like either of them at all. Jamie was a funny guy, however one drink too much and he could get quite handsy. He never touched me inappropriately, Harry would have murdered him had he tried, but he liked to wrap his arm around people or rest his hand on the shoulder of the person he was slurring his stories to and that I could not stand. And Kim… well, she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed and that could be exhausting after some time.

Harry sighed at my question and let his head fall to rest on my shoulder. His fingers lazily drew patterns over the skin right under my breast and I was reminded of how incredibly comfortable I felt with him. There was nothing awkward about being naked with Harry and that made my heart burst with happiness. 

“Why are you asking me that?” he looked at me with confusion written all over his face.

I shrugged and gently scratched the back of his neck to soothe him. Perhaps mentioning another guy’s name whilst laying in Harry’s bed wasn’t the best idea.
“He cheated on her. In front of all of us… I mean she must be-”

Devastated. But Kim’s heart wasn’t soft enough to get sad. I lowered my gaze to Harry’s chest, only looking at him again when his lips kissed my temple.

I sighed. “Surely she must be furious.”

“Very. Slapped him left and right according to Nick’s texts,” Harry shook his head and pulled me closer into him, “M’glad we left before all the drama started.”

Tonight Harry and I had gone to a club Jamie always liked to talk about, which was surprisingly fun. Harry normally never took me with him when he went out, always insisting that he rather not see me surrounded by drunken and overly confident males, but tonight we had decided to celebrate. So I’d gone out with Harry always hovering around right beside me, one of his hands touching my body at all times to keep me close and looked after. No one even dared to as much as look at me the wrong way, not with the tall man kissing and holding onto my body as if we were tied together by an invisible bond. It had been fun. He sure knew how to dance and it’d been thrilling to make out like teenagers in the middle of a dance floor, not caring at all about the people watching us with envious eyes.
The fun had come to a quick end when Jamie decided to cheat on his girlfriend Kim by kissing a girl and letting her grope him as if they weren’t in public. Any other girl, me included, would have broken down in tears and been upset upon witnessing such thing, but Kim… oh no. She was ruthless when angry and so Harry had pulled me away and he’d hurried to get me home before we’d be pulled into the mess that was sure to follow Jamie’s actions.

Harry frowned upon inspecting my breast from up close, “I don’t remember leaving a hickey here.”

His finger pressed to the red skin of my left breast and I tensed, shifting and winding in his embrace.

“That hurts,” I whined, “it’s sensitive.”

Instantly his hand fell away and instead his lips pressed a soft kiss to the skin. “M’sorry, baby.”

His nose nudged and rubbed against the mark. “Looks good on you though.”

“You’re changing the subject.”

My arms wrapped around his neck and Harry intertwined our legs once more. “Why you want to talk about people’s relationship you don’t even like is beyond me. There are at least two things I would much rather talk about.” 

I batted the hand travelling to my right breast away. “Because I want to hear your opinion.”

“Kim’s a pain,” he said lightly, “Can’t stand her and m’not surprised that Jamie’s got fed up with their relationship.”

“Let me sit up.” 

My voice was tense and this time when I moved Harry loosened his hold and allowed me to escape his embrace. Again I crossed my arms over my breasts to shield them from his view and though Harry was confused by my sudden change in behaviour he didn’t hesitate to pick the shirt he’d worn that day up from the bottom of the bed and hand it to me. Wordlessly I slipped it on, moved away from the middle of the bed and sat by its edge. 

“What did I say?” his voice asked from behind me, “S’wrong now? You don’t like her either, Y/N.” 

“No, but saying that she’s a bitch and deserves to be cheated on isn’t the greatest thing to hear from one’s boyfriend, okay? You’re basically defending what Jamie did.” 

“Hey now.” Harry sat up and I almost pulled away when his hand pressed flat against my back, “Don’t put words into my mouth.” 

“I’m not,” I insisted, saddened by his rough words against a woman who’d just been humiliated, “You said that, Harry.”

Harry sighed and I heard the covers ruffle when he crawled over to where I was sitting. His chest pressed to my back and when his arms wrapped around my body there was nothing in me that wanted to fight him off. I whimpered when his lips pressed to the sensitive skin of my neck and just like always I was at his mercy the moment he started to kiss me there. The feeling of Harry pulling me onto his body and back into bed left my legs as weak as jelly, especially when he went to lay back down with me right on top of him. 

I whined. “Harry, don’t, please. I’m mad at you and rather not be in bed with you right now.”

“I don’t think that what he did is okay,” Harry spoke into my ear, not loosening his hold for once, “M’not defending him cheating on her.”

“Let go.”

“Stop it, Y/N, you aren’t angry with me. You’re worried. And I don’t have a clue why so please just tell me what your pretty head is burdening you with so we can go to sleep.”

Harry was right, of course and I was glad he held me to him, but there was no way of telling him what was going on without making him angry.

“What’s the matter?” 

“I think Jamie is the asshole. Not Kim.”

“Both of them are,” Harry agreed into my neck, “S’hard to like her company and he… is an impossible guy. Wouldn’t want to date either of them, that’s for sure. Which is why I got myself a very lovely girlfriend of my own and now why do we have to talk about this when I would so much rather have you sleep happily by my side?”

A deep sigh fell from my mouth and I could feel Harry relax under me when my hands intertwined with his, giving him a clear sign that I was no longer mad at him.

“Do you think cheating is okay?” 

He groaned. “No, Y/N, I don’t.” 

“Stop acting as if I’m annoying you by questioning what you just said. You’re the one who’s first reaction to Jamie cheating on Kim is telling me that she’s awful anyway.”

My body was pushed off his chest and this time when my eyes found Harry’s I saw no confusion in his gaze. Instead both of his palms settled on my hips and my cheek was kissed by his mouth noisily. 

“Y/N, my love,” Harry spoke, voice sweet and gentle. One of his hands caressed my cheek and when I closed my eyes I could feel the familiarity of his lips ghosting over my closed lids, “I would never cheat on you.”

The promise was made without any kind of hesitation in his tone, like he hadn’t even for a moment considered to say anything else. 

“I never needed anyone the way I do you and by this point I can’t even as much as think about being with another girl.”

“But-”

“No,” Harry shook his head.

His hand grasped by chin to hold my head in place and when he kissed me I couldn’t do anything but let him distract me from my worries long enough to make any doubt go away. It didn’t take long. The pressure of his mouth was just the reassurance I needed, his familiar hands caressing my face, hair and neck and the groan falling from his throat when my own fingers fisted his hair and scratched his back let me know that just like I couldn’t want anyone else, Harry didn’t want anyone but me either. 
When he granted my aching lips a break I found myself smiling and breathing him in.

“Would you forgive me if I cheated on you?” 

Harry’s question came out neutral and with eyes full of love I didn’t feel the dread of worry I’d felt only a moment ago.

“No,” I murmured truthfully, “I wouldn’t.” 

His hand found mine and he raised it to his lips. “Good. It’s never going to become a situation where you have to make such a choice, that I promise you. But I am glad you know that no man should ever do to you what Jamie did to Kim.”

I leaned in and kissed his jaw. “I love you Harry.” 

Harry chuckled and I cried out when his teeth bit my ear right after he whispered how beautiful I looked to him in this moment. I pressed my open palms against his chest, caressing his soft skin and making him disconnect his teeth from my ear with a low growl. Leaning in I nudged my nose with his jaw, pressed a kiss to his chin and embraced his neck tightly. He held me close enough for me to feel his heartbeat under his skin and with his leg intertwined with mine I was unable to escape, not that I could have ever wanted to anyway.

“I love you a lot, Y/N.”

The way he spoke the words made them sound like a promise and I was calmer than ever before. Harry was good to me, looked after me and with him I was safe. Never before had I felt this good in my life. 

“You really wouldn’t ever let me down, would you?” 

He shook his head and I kissed him, giving him all the promises there were to make. 

I hope you like this! I have an idea and I hope you will be as excited about this as I am: One of my current fav artists is The Weeknd and I would really like to write several one shots that are related to each other by being inspired by his songs. Much like this one as well as ‘Party Monster’ they wouldn’t be about the things he’s singing about, but influenced by the mood he sets with his melodies.

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anonymous asked:

How did you guys get together?

Michael: Okay kiddies, buckle up. It’s story time!

It all started way waaay back when Jeremy found the first key to the hunt. He just so happened to run into Christine there, who was also after the key. Jeremy had been following her blog about the hunt for several years, and he had a pretty big crush on her.

Jeremy: Her avatar is cute! Come on…

Michael: Yeah, she’s a cutie alright! Anyway, the two of them started chatting and they hit it off pretty well. After the High Five formed—that was me, Jeremy, Christine, Rich, and Jake, the people in the top five slots of the scoreboard—the two of them started hanging out more and more. And Jeremy kinda sorta started ditching me for Christine.

Jeremy: …I was a huge dick back then.

Michael: Yeah, no kidding. He’d blow me off all the time just to be with her instead. I warned him several times that he shouldn’t get so serious—his obsession with her would eventually backfire and then what would he do? But he didn’t listen to me, and we got into a really big f-fight—

Jeremy: Easy, M. It’s okay.

Michael: *sighs* Yeah, I know. Um…where was I? Oh, right. I’d been in love with Jeremy since the beginning, ever since I met him. After our fight we, we didn’t speak for several months. I was really fucking pissed at him, and he thought he was right, and I wasn’t going to apologize, so…

Jeremy: We were both really bitter.

Michael: Yeah. And Christine dumped your ass even though you were never dating, haha.

Jeremy: Yeah, yeah, I get it! You were right all along, blah blah blah.

Michael: Heheh! And then, uh—I sent Jeremy an email telling him where to find the next key, as payback since he helped me find the first one.

Jeremy: And I was so relieved to hear from you again. You have no idea!

Michael: I got that when you sent a reply apologizing for being such an ass, haha.

Jeremy: During those couple months apart I realized just how much I missed Michael and being with him. Christine was avoiding talking to me at the time as well so I was pretty much on my own, no friends to talk to…it was really lonely. But I had a lot of time to think about my relationship with Michael, and soon enough that longing to be with him again sort of…evolved into something bigger than I ever expected. I realized then that I’d actually loved Michael all along and never understood it until that moment. But I was—I was really afraid to tell him because I thought I’d ruined our friendship, and I didn’t want to ruin it again, you know?

Michael: Yeah.

Jeremy: And then…we met up after I apologized and everything was fine. We were back to our usual antics and god, I was so, so happy to see that.

Michael: It was so good to see you after all that time, I just—I couldn’t stay mad anymore.

Jeremy: Yeah. And then, um, everyone else left after we planned our final attack and how we were gonna get to the final gate. Then it was just the two of us.

Michael: Jeremy told me what he’d been feeling during those months apart but he was very vague about who he was referring to. I thought he was talking about Christine at first but he told me he didn’t like her that way anymore, and—

Jeremy: You thought that I was talking about somebody else entirely! You were so dense, oh my god.

Michael: *laughs* Oh, shut up!

Jeremy: I sort of freaked out and accidentally spilled my feelings for Michael. I started having a panic attack because I thought I’d ruined everything, and right when we’d come back to being friends and all.

Michael: But then I told him that I felt the same way! And so we decided to get together.

Jeremy: At that point we hadn’t met in real life but we already knew each other so intimately that we didn’t care what we looked like outside of the OASIS.

Michael: I mean. I care.

Jeremy: Well duh—I meant we’d accept what we looked like in real life no matter what.

Michael: And hot damn, I got lucky with you. You’re much cuter in real life than in the OASIS.

Jeremy: Hey…

Michael: Haha! When I saw Jeremy for the first time in real life, I couldn’t believe my eyes!

Jeremy: Me neither. We were both stuttering messes when we met in person.

Michael: You were just so adorable I didn’t know what to do with myself…

Jeremy: Oh my god shut up!!

Michael: But you are! I love you~

Jeremy: Heh…

Michael: So, yeah! That ends our tale. That is how we discovered our feelings for each other. Once the final battle was over and Jeremy won the competition, we moved in together and started dating for real. Ta-dah!

anonymous asked:

#25 with Marichat?

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” 

Chat crouched a little further behind her with a look oddly reminiscent of fear. “I need a fangirl buffer.”

“A buffer?” Marinette echoed, looking around and trying to take in the fancy event. “I thought you loved fangirls.”

He certainly had no issues pandering to them when she was around

“Only when Ladybug’s around to keep them from getting too crazy,” he argued, voicing her thoughts almost exactly. “Without her…” He shuddered. “Fangirls are scary.”

…Well.

Being something of a fangirl herself, she couldn’t exactly argue that.

“Okay, okay,” she sighed. “I’ll stick around and keep the lawsuit-worthy things to a minimum, and in return…”

She trailed off pointedly.

“A VIP pass to Gabriel’s advanced showing, I know,” he grumbled, putting her between him and a passing socialite. “Just… please.”

Marinette sighed again and prepared herself to face a small horde of jealous females.

Chat had better get her that damn VIP pass.