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Haechan as a Boyfriend. . .

Anonymous said: What would Haechan be like as a boyfriend?? (I dont know if you do these, but I’m so curious and you’re so good at writing 😊) thanks!

A/N ookayyy, my first NCT request, and to make it better, it’s for my child. here you go anon

Other Boyfriend Scenarios:

Jeno II Haechan II Renjun II Jaemin

  • the biggest pain in the ass you could ever deal with
  • always has something to say about how you do things, ‘why do you have to brush your teeth like that??’, ‘can’t you be more lady-like when you trip??’
  • but he adores you either way, and is always only joking
  • he wouldn’t want you to change for the world
  • the tiniest things you do make this smol boy soft
  • the way your eyes get wide when you get excited about something, the way you get flustered about certain things so easily and he can tease you [I’ll elaborate further on this later], your little habits like biting your nails, or biting your bottom lip or twirling your hair etc.
  • he loves ‘em all and watches you  – his eyes literally shining with adoration, he just can’t help it
  • So back to you getting flustered, when this happens, Haechan loves to tease you further about your heated cheeks or nervous fiddling of your fingers or stumbling over your words. 
  • He always has a huge smile while joking about how nervous you look, sometimes copying your actions
  • Tho he would make up for it by buying you your favorite dessert or watching the movie you want on movie night
  • Though if anyone else tried to tease you Haechan is to your rescue with affection and sweet words – he isn’t a confrontational person so he wouldn’t tell the person off, but he’d instead comfort you and counter their teasing words with his own sweet compliments for you
  • though if it was the other members he’d be a little more confident in throwing a quit and witty insult at them
  • Random teasing texts throughout the day when he can’t see you, 'hey, i found this picture of a turkey on the internet, its your long lost twin 😘' 
  • then a few minutes later he would send a picture of a cute fluffy animal (like a kitten) and be like 'oh, did i forget to mention that the turkey is your ugly twin? this kitten is you.. i miss you babe’
  • When you guys go on dates it would be more like best friends going out to chill, but there would be little hints from him to the people around you guys that you’re a couple
  • like him intertwining his hand with yours, him casually pulling you closer by the waist when he wants you to see something on the store shelf that he likes, Haechan calling you Jagiya like it’s your name and in his loud ass voice just to embarrass you too
  • then you two excessively bowing and apologizing to the store owner who’s  scolding you because you got too loud from you not-so-quietly telling your boyfriend to shut up and in return Haechan calling you Jagiya  L O U D E R
  • playing random games while taking a rest on a bench after you guys spent most of the day store hopping ex: who can spot the most red cars first, i spy etc.
  • though he’d lowkey be sweet af to you through out your dates every single time asking questions like, 'you want to stop here and grab a snack?’ because he’s worried you guys walked too much and doesn’t want your feet to hurt
  • carries your purse and/or your shopping bags – but F A K E complains 'cause he doesn’t want to seem soft
  • but he’s actually more than happy to carry all your bags for you and would even go as far as to give you a piggyback ride as well if it was asked of him
  • random acts of skinship between you two
  • you’d be sitting across from each other and just naturally your feet would gravitate towards each others – your feet would justend up resting on top of his comfortably,  and he wouldn’t even care or really notice cause its just so natural and quirky like your whole relationship
  • on a more serious note, if you were to get into fights, Haechan’s whole demeanor would change from bright and bubbly to cold and quiet
  • he would give you the cold shoulder, his responses to you short and snappy
  • he’d quickly feel bad, but his pride and stubborn ways would get in the way of him apologizing and talking it over with you
  • you would need to patiently help him out and coax him to talk
  • the second you guys talk it out, the Haechan you love and adore is back instantly
  • it’s like the fight never happened and he’s back to his old ways of teasing and jokes
  • he’s just so relieved you guys aren’t fighting any more because he really missed you
  • no matter how tough he tries to act, you’re his safe place, and he relies on you a lot to be there when he’s having a hard time, feels like giving up or is under too much stress
  • though he still tries to hide his weaknesses from you, but sometimes he slips up
  • mark is like your lawyer in this relationship, if you’re having another bickering fest with your boyfriend, Mark’s got your back and you’re both smirking while your boyfriend is sulking and complaining
  • there will be times when Haechan faces this new and self-changing emotion called J E A L O U S Y
  • and because he’s so unfamiliar with this odd and unnerving feeling in his gut he gets very clingy and even sometimes snappy towards the boy responsible for making him jealous if they try to talk to him
  • at the beginning of the relationship he’d  be in denial about him being jealous, though later on he’d be more honest about his jealousy – this just has to do with his trust and comfort with you
  • as your relationship progresseshis admiration and love for you would grow
  • mainly cause you an put up with him so well 
  • but also just because with every new thing he learns about you fascinates himand makes you 10x more beautiful than before in his eyes
  • he treasures you so damn much, and he’d show it through those random moments when he’s the mature one and becomes the caretaker in the relationship
  • he loves and adores you and you shouldn’t doubt it even if sometime it’s hard to tell
  • he works really hard to show his love, but he’s still a shy smol bean and it’s sometimes scary for his smol bean heart

anonymous asked:

Lance has a condition that doesn't allow his mind to focus on one thing for too long, so whenever Keith yells at him during training and such— Lance always says some funny or flirty comeback so the team won't know. He had medication to help him back on Earth but after awhile, it starts to affect his piloting and Allura is tempted to take over as the blue paladin and just have Lance stay and learn how to manage the castle or something.

Hi yeah that condition is called ADHD which is kind of like noticing everything around you until you focus on one thing and that one thing you have to do until its done and if someone stops you then you can never do it again, and fun stuff like that. Plus getting overwhelmed so you cant do the thing because everything is too much, and getting underwhelmed so you can’t do the thing because everything is too little. WHy can’t anyone ever just be whelmed

okay but honest to god I think Allura would never do that. Mainly because she’d want to help Lance, because she cares about him, so instead of taking over, she’d find the chemical formula for his medicine and actually help him instead of making it worse.

Sorry if this response seemed snappy I just thought the way you talked about the “condition” was rude for some reason, so I would like to apologize.

Edit note, I was informed that the term ADD isn’t used anymore so I’ve taken that out. Sorry for the inconvenience.

For the past week Peter had been much more snarky than usual.  At first you had found it comical, enjoying his snappy responses and his sarcastic comments.  But that was when they had been directed at everyone else.  He had never been that way with you.  Recently that had changed, and the more annoyed he seemed at you the snarkier he got and the less funny it was.

“What crawled up your ass and died?”  You finally confronted him, annoyance seeping into your tone.  Peter didn’t even glance up from the newspaper he was reading, pretending like he hadn’t heard you as he carefully turned the page and scanned it for an interesting article.  “Peter!”  Grabbing for the newspaper it wrinkled and ripped loudly as you pulled it from his hands.

Glancing angrily up at you Peter rose to his feet, shoulders rolling back as he stood.  “Why don’t you ask your best friend, Derek?”  He asked, brushing past your shoulder and stomping his way up the spiral staircase towards his room like a toddler.

Flabbergasted, you stood where you had been with the newspaper balled in your hand.  “You’re being an ass because you’re jealous?!  Seriously?”  You yelled.  The only answer you got was the slam of Peter’s bedroom door as he closed it loudly behind himself.

anonymous asked:

Msr 15, 35, 72! I'd love to see how you do this! X

Lovely anon, this can be read as a stand alone or a companion piece to this prompt and this one. It’s Mulder, Scully and William and they’re all happy and waiting for baby No.2. Sorry, I’m all about the fluff these days.

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.” + “Take your medicine.” + “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

It’s almost over, finally.

38 weeks, two more to go, Mulder muses while picking up one of William’s toys. His son, sitting on the living room floor, is singing one of his favorite songs. Or at least he’s trying to. Mulder fears no one but him would even recognize it. Watching his young son, so immersed in his own little world, he falls in love with him a little bit more. If that’s at all possible.

“Is the baby coming today, daddy?” William holds up his pudgy arms when he sees his father approach him. Mulder picks him up and plants him on the couch next to him. As much as patience is a virtue, his son doesn’t have any to speak of. Not that Mulder can blame him; he can’t wait for the birth of their second child either.  

“Hm, no, Buddy. The baby needs to stay inside your mom’s belly a while longer.” Disappointment flashes on the boy’s face.

“But,” Mulder tips Will’s chin up, “how about we go out for some ice cream while we’re waiting?” His son squeals in excitement, jumping up and down on the couch. He’s lucky Scully isn’t home; neither of them is allowed to jump on the furniture. Scully explicitly gave that speech to both of them after they were caught using the bed as a trampoline.

Will is still furiously jumping up and down when the front door opens. Startled, Will changes course mid-air and lands right in Mulder’s lap. On very sensitive equipment. He yelps loudly, causing his son to turn around too quickly, his arms still in the air. A tiny, yet very sharp elbow lands right in his nose.

“Did I hurt you, daddy?” Will plumps down on his lap and puts both his hands on Mulder’s cheeks, staring at him intently.

“I’m fine, Buddy.”

“Mommy, daddy is bleeding!”

“I really can’t leave the two of you alone.” Scully lets her purse fall right at the door and waddles over as quickly as possible, her face red and sweaty, and Mulder would apologize if his nose wasn’t throbbing so badly. Will watches as his mother carefully examines Mulder’s nose.

“It’s not broken,” she decides, “We just need to stop the bleeding.”

“Does it hurt, daddy? What about the ice cream?” Will carefully puts his index finger on his father’s nose, nudging it carefully.  

“Ice cream?” Scully asks, gently tipping Mulder’s head forwards and pinching his nose shut.

“Daddy said ice cream! Cause no baby today.” Will informs Scully with a huge grin. She turns to look at Mulder, who can neither talk nor nod.

“Mulder, I need you to pinch your nose like this.”

“I can do it!” William exclaims happily.

“Baby, you can help me in the kitchen.” The boy is immediately convinced and jumps off his father’s lap. Mulder winces.

“I told you: no jumping on the furniture, Mulder.” Scully whispers and leaves a kiss on his cheek. Mulder pinches his nose just like Scully showed him and thinks he should have asked for her to bring ice for another part of his anatomy, too. It’s a good thing she’s pregnant already. He’s currently not sure his equipment is still working right.

“Daddy, I bring you medicine.” William announces, holding the ice pack with both hands like a priceless treasure.

“Put it on his nose, Will.” Scully tells him and he nods. Will climbs up the couch and right back into Mulder’s lap. He puts the ice pack on his nose, his little tongue sticking put in concentration, and Mulder sighs in relief. His son observes him curiously, trying to figure out if he’s doing it right.

“Great job, baby,” Will beams at Mulder upon hearing Scully’s praise. “Now, Mulder open up for us.” Scully is way too happy about his discomfort, he finds. Opening his mouth sounds so easy in theory, but Will is taking his job as ice pack holder seriously.

“Come on, Mulder.” Scully urges.

“Take your medicine.” Will joins in, sounding eerily like his mother already. Finally two pills that Mulder doesn’t recognize pass his lips and he tries to swallow them dry, almost choking. Scully puts a glass to his lips and carefully tips his head backwards.

“You did good.” His son pats his cheek, happy with himself. “Now can we have ice cream… please?”

“I think your dad needs some rest,” Mulder knows that it’s Scully who need to rest and so he nods at Will, who looks disappointed, “Maybe tomorrow.”

“No baby and no ice cream,” Will sighs, “Today is not a good day for Will.” He shuffles off, leaving Mulder and Scully alone for the moment.

“Hi.” He tells her and leans forward for a kiss, but Scully leans away from him.

“Pinch your nose, Mulder.” He does as he’s told.

“You’re home early. Where’s your mother?” Just because he’s pinching his nose, doesn’t mean he can’t talk. No matter how nasal and stupid he sounds. Scully had been happy to go see her mother this morning. Being heavily pregnant in August, right during a heat wave was not fun – for any of them. Least of all for Scully, though.

“She dropped me off.” Her snappy response is all he needs to know. Maggie Scully might be one of the most patient people Mulder has ever met, but her daughter has not been herself those last few days.

“Did you have fun?” He regrets the question as soon as it’s out. If only he would catch a hint every once in a while, keep his mouth shut, and accept her simple answers. But no, not him.

“Oh, Mulder!” Scully slaps his shoulder and he’s certain she didn’t mean to hurt him. Except she sometimes has no idea how strong she really is. “You know I love you, right?” Those words are not at all what he expected, especially after her recent outburst, and so he’s taken aback. He finds his words right before she hits him again.

“Of course I do, Scully. I love you, too, you know that.”

“I’m so tired, Mulder.” Her head lands on his shoulder, the same one she just violated, and it’s like a band-aid on the sore spot.

“Of being pregnant?”

“No, I mean yes. It’s just too hot and my body looks everything but.” She leans against him, feeling heavy and sweaty, but he puts his arm around her anyway, drawing her even closer. He puts his hand on her belly, stroking it softly.

“Your body is very hot, Scully.”

“And,” she completely ignores his comment, “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“Hey, you need me once two of our offspring are running around here.”

“I already need you with the one.” Scully yawns, cuddling into his side and getting more comfortable.

“I could take Will to have ice cream. Give you some time to yourself.”

“And my bladder.” If their child would stop playing football with it, maybe she could get some actual rest. Getting up from the couch is a two person job these days, but just as Mulder is about to help her, she stops and freezes.

“Scully? Is that – did your - did your water just break? Scully, your water just broke!” Mulder is on his feet and his ice pack falls to the ground, momentarily forgotten.

“What do you need? Where is your suitcase? We’re prepared, we are, I know it.” He’s running in circles around Scully like a squirrel.

“Mulder, stop,” she tells him quietly, holding her stomach, “We have time.” He stares at her, open-mouthed and wide-eyed. “Get the suitcase from upstairs, take Will and I’ll call my mom from the car.”

“Is that all?” Mulder is out of breath; his nose throbs painfully, but there’s no time to think right now. The baby! His mind screams. This time he’ll be there for every single moment. He’ll get his hand crushed, he’ll get yelled at and then he’ll hold his newborn child. He’ll be by Scully’s side for every excruciating second. Mulder already feels woefully inadequate when he sees her sweaty, tired face. This is only the beginning and he knows how strong Scully is, knows it with every fiber of his being, but if only he could do something. Something to help her.

“Do you need anything else?” He’s already at the stairs, ready to sprint, ready to get them on the way.

“Just smile,” she tells him, panting, “I really need to see you smile right now.” That he can do, he thinks. He flashes a huge smile, full of teeth and wrinkles, and when he hears her chuckle, he sprints upstairs to get them ready. To have another baby.

Green-Eyed Monster / Cheryl Blossom

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Cheryl was having an amazing day-she had spent most of it with (Y/N) and had barely seen her parents. It only got better when her girlfriend suggested they should go get some food at Pop’s and make a date out of it.

Though as soon as they entered the diner, (Y/N)’s attention almost immediately was driven away from Cheryl to the blond who sat alone in a booth.

She nodded at (Y/N)’s request to order for them both while she took a minute to go speak with her friend, but her eyes never left her as she walked away. Cheryl felt a pang in her chest as she watched her lover embrace the other girl. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust (Y/N)…she just hated to see her that affectionate with anyone else. 

After she had ordered she made her way to the booth that her girlfriend occupied and looked down at the two girls, an almost challenging expression filling her face as she smiled, “What’s the girl-next-door doing out here by her lonesome at this hour?”

“Cheryl,” (Y/N) warned, sending her a look that told her to tread carefully which made the redhead roll her eyes.

Betty only looked up at Cheryl for a moment before her eyes moved back to the empty table-not in the mood to deal with her. 

“I think I’m going to walk Betty home,” (Y/N) said softly, nudging the girl who sat to her right gently. Cheryl went to speak but (Y/N) cut her off, “You don’t mind do you?”

Cheryl held back her snappy response and reluctantly nodded, receiving a grateful smile in return. When she stood she held a hand out for her friend who took it graciously and let (Y/N) pull her to her feet. Cheryl’s eyes narrowed at their entwined hands.

“Sorry for bailing,” (Y/N) says, kissing her girlfriend’s cheek. “I’ll make it up to you.”

Cheryl watched as her girlfriend guided Betty out of the diner, a foreign thought running through her mind. 

Cheryl’s sight went dark as warm hands covered her eyes. Normally she would have spun around and greeted (Y/N) with a kiss, but she couldn’t find it in her. “Guess who!” she insisted happily. 

“Oh I wonder,” Cheryl muttered sarcastically. 

Her vision returned and (Y/N) moved around her so they were face to face, “What’s wrong?” she asked concerned.

The redhead crossed her arms, “Nothing,” she answered, pursing her lips. 

She gave Cheryl a look of scepticism, “Are you sure? I mean…I can tell something’s not right.”

“Just leave it!”

(Y/N) flinched at her girlfriend’s tone, “Fine,” she mumbled, adverting her eyes. 

Cheryl sighed and went to apologise, but a sweet voice interrupted her thoughts, “Hey,” Betty greeted, coming to a stop by the couple-completely oblivious to the tension.

“What do you want?” Cheryl snapped, more harshly than intended.

The blond girl was taken back by the aggressiveness of her tone and froze her movements. 

“Cheryl!” (Y/N) scolded. “What the hell is wrong with you today?” she demanded, frustration etched in her expression. She refused to answer and (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Whatever,” she muttered, taking Betty by the arm and dragging her away. 

Cheryl watched as the two came to a stop at the end of the hallway, right near (Y/N)’s locker. Her fists clenched at her side and her lips were pressed together in a tight line. Seeing Betty’s hand lift and rest on (Y/N)’s shoulder was the final straw.

She turned around and practically stormed away, seething at the two girls. 

Cheryl had seemed to relax during the past few days, but she and (Y/N) hadn’t discussed what had been bothering her. 

The couple were lying on the couch in (Y/N)’s living room when her phone went off. “Can you get that for me?” she asked Cheryl, her voice somewhat muffled due to her face being hidden in the redhead’s neck. 

Cheryl moved her arm off (Y/N)’s back and reached across to the coffee table to retrieve the phone.

“Who is it?” she mumbles.

Checking the lock screen, Cheryl’s body tenses as she reads the name-huffing at the overuse of emojis. “Betty.”

At the sound of her best friend’s name, (Y/N) shifts so she was lying on her side-her head now resting in the crook of Cheryl’s shoulder. “Thanks,” she smiled, taking the phone from her.

Cheryl watched as (Y/N) read the message and noticed how her expression changed as she took in what was said. 

“I have to go see her,” (Y/N) said without looking up.


“What?” she asked confused. 

Cheryl shook her head, “You’ve spent more nights with her lately than with me. Is there something you need to tell me?” she sneers.

(Y/N) sat up, resting her weight on her hand as she peered down at Cheryl with a hurt expression, “How could you ask me that? Why would you even think that?”

“You keep blowing me off to spend time with her,” she declared, the anger flaring within her eyes. “And what’s worse is you don’t even seem to care how I feel!”

“What are you even talking about? She’s having a tough time coping with being away from Jughead and she’s beyond stressed about Polly.”

“Just go,” Cheryl sighed dismissively. “Betty needs you.”


The redhead had now sat up and was starting to pick up her things, “I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

(Y/N) had felt terrible, she knew she had upset Cheryl but she couldn’t figure out how. She knew it was because she was spending more time with Betty…but her friend needed her now, why was that hard for Cheryl to understand?

She couldn’t keep her eyes off her girlfriend as she instructed the girls in the front line of the routine. (Y/N) hadn’t had a chance to talk to her since the night before and she was worried about her relationship.

Cheryl was trying to avoid (Y/N) throughout practice, she didn’t want to speak to her at the moment. But it was harder than she thought. 

It didn’t help in the slightest when (Y/N) started helping Betty with the routine, after the blond found it hard to remember all the steps. 

Her eyes kept darting to her girlfriend’s hands as they continued to reposition Betty’s body into the correct formation. 

Cheryl’s arms were crossed tightly against her chest as she watched the two girls laugh at Betty’s mistakes. Her fingers dug into her arms as Betty stumbled and clutched on to (Y/N)’s waist to keep her balance.

“Okay!” she screamed, startling the girls. “That’s enough for today.”

The team were surprised that their practice was practically cut in half today, but there were no complaints. Cheryl turned her back on her girlfriend as (Y/N) said her goodbyes to Betty. 

(Y/N)’s voice was hesitant as she approached Cheryl, “Are you feeling okay?” she asked gently.

Cheryl clenched her eyes shut momentarily before turning around to face her. “Not really. I’m going to head home.”

“Oh, okay. Did you want me to-”

“No. I’ll be fine.”

Cheryl pushed passed (Y/N), just missing her, and left the gym without a second glance.

The couple had been distant, that much was clear-and people were beginning to notice. Veronica was the first, and only, to question what was going on. “Are you two okay?” she asked.

Releasing a sigh, (Y/N) shrugged, “I don’t know. She won’t talk to me. I don’t understand why she’s being like this.”

Betty tilted her head, “I think it’s because of me,” she admitted. “You know she doesn’t like me and you have been helping me out a lot recently,” she said, her tone apologetic.

“You’re my friend and I care about you,” (Y/N) stated. “Of course I’m going to help you when you’re going through a tough time. Cheryl has to get over it.”

Veronica’s face lit up, “Maybe she’s jealous!”

(Y/N) snorted, “Cheryl doesn’t get jealous.”

“You might be surprised,” Veronica continued, a sly grin on her face.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but consider her dark haired friend’s words. It would explain Cheryl’s behaviour lately…

Standing by your locker, you leant against the metal and looked out towards the hall-watching everyone walk past. “You really think she got jealous?” (Y/N) asked.

Veronica nodded and Betty took a moment to think before agreeing, “It would make a lot of sense.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “But why would she be jealous? It’s not like we would ever do anything,” she said, addressing Betty. 

“I think that’s something you’d have to ask her.”

“And what a coincidence,” Veronica smirked, “she’s on her way over.”

Cheryl wordlessly approached and stood by (Y/N)’s side, meeting her eyes without bothering to greet the two girls and was quick to act. She let one hand rest dangerously low on (Y/N)’s back and used the other to push her girlfriend’s head towards hers, firmly locking her lips with (Y/N)’s before she had a chance to say anything.

Her kiss was demanding and possessive, a message to the two girls who disappeared into the crowd to leave the couple alone. 

(Y/N) pushed herself off of the lockers and pressed herself against Cheryl, clutching at her side with one hand and the back of her neck with the other. 

When she broke the kiss, (Y/N) rested her forehead against Cheryl’s as she tried to catch her breath, “Hello to you too,” she whispered.

Her eyes were still closed as she let out a small laugh. (Y/N) tugged her even closer to her before gently pecking her lips, “I know what’s been going on in your mind lately,” she told her. Cheryl sighed and let (Y/N) brush away her loose hair. “I wish you had spoken to me about it, then we would have had it all cleared up.”

Opening her eyes, Cheryl frowned, “I couldn’t help it. I’m not used to feeling like this.”

(Y/N) smiled, “Feeling jealous?” she teased. Cheryl’s eyes narrow as she tried to pull away and out of her girlfriend’s embrace. “No, wait,” she resisted, tightening her hold on Cheryl’s waist. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

Cheryl remained silent and kept her eyes locked on (Y/N).

“You don’t have to feel jealous. You know there’s nothing going on between me and Betty and that there never will be. I love you, Cheryl and there’s no way I would ever risk losing you.”

“I don’t like to share,” she muttered.

(Y/N) chuckled, “I know.” Letting her hand rest flat against Cheryl’s face, her smile settled, “But I will hang out with my friends and I will help them when they need me.”

“I get that,” Cheryl admitted. “But every night?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “No, not every night. I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you lately. Can you forgive me?”

Cheryl bit her lip, the small action forcing (Y/N)’s attention away from her eyes. “Will you make it up to me?”

(Y/N) nodded, “In any way that I can.”

“Good,” she smirked. 

anonymous asked:

"I didn't know you were ticklish" with hearnst

This was probably one of my favorite things to write, ever (sorry if its crap though I wrote it pretty quickly.) I hope you don’t mind if I post it on Ao3, but this was super fun.

           Ernst and Hans weren’t dating.

           Sure, they held hands, they referred to each other affectionately, they left sappy notes in each other’s lockers and held hands when it was midnight and Hans should be at his house and they should both be sleeping but neither of them could sleep so Hanschen snuck out and climbed the fence and sat with Ernst on his porch swing until the hour got too unreasonable. But that wasn’t dating.

           No, they were just friends.

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Me Too: Gerard Way imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not at all,” you replied.

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

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

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

“That’d be perfect,” you decided.

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

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

“The one and only,” he grinned.

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

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

“Good luck,” you chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re average,” you shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not you,” he pointed out.

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

“Because…” Gerard’s voice faltered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh. My. God!” you squealed.

“What is going on?” he repeated.

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

“What are we doing?” Gerard laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” you admitted.

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

“What?” you inquired with a sly smile.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” a smile crept on your face.

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

“Oh,” you quickly responded. “Right…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he blushed.

“Me too,” you grinned.


Finished story number two for @xfficchallenges bingo! (Because writing mindless smut is fun for me) Edited by @alittlemissfit
Thank you @kateyes224 and @piecesofscully

It’s not that I don’t find him annoying, because I do. But he’s charming, he’s brilliant. Witty, tenacious, attractive…. But I have a boyfriend. I’ve been repeating that a lot the past few days.

Maybe it’s because Ethan just started getting serious, or because lately I’ve had some doubts. It can’t be because of Fox Mulder though. This isn’t a real attraction because if it is I’ll have to commit myself.

I remember our late night conversation in the motel room. The one that caught fire along with my laptop. I was lying on his bed and he was telling me about his sister. It was all so intimate.

I remember his passion. The intensity with which he spoke. There were a few moments where I considered moving closer to him, just a little bit. Just enough to press my lips to his. They looked so damn soft, so kissable.

He looked at me with those gorgeous dark eyes and I felt like I was the only person on the planet. He drew me in fully, had me beginning to believe in things I’d never even considered before.

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anonymous asked:

What do the entire bat family thoughts on Keith and the rest of the Voltron team, including the Alteans? Zarkon? Haggar?

okok so I’m going to go on with assuming that Shiro is already part of batfam (the whole AU where he was a batkid before joining the Garrison and going on the Kerberos mission).

Bruce: I think he would pretty much adopt Keith; he has all the qualifications for a troubled batkid, and he’s good with hand to hand combat and he doesn’t use guns. He would adore Lance, Pidge & Hunk, but would probably grow annoyed by them at some points (because Bruce can’t handle happiness and fun heheh) and he would seriously respect Allura. At first he would be skeptical of her (Selina Kyle vibes) but he would trust her when he sees how much Shiro loves & trusts her and how she’s badass. Coran would be like a second Alfred to him, tbh.

Dick: tbh some days Dick just gets really fed up with Keith. He can barely handle Jason and Damian––last he needs is another snappy, quick-tempered kid who gets offended by everything. But most days, Dick loves Keith and treats him like another one of his younger siblings: with love, patience and scolding. I think he’d fall in love with Allura tbh, then pout because she & Shiro are already a thing (but he’d be really happy for Shiro because if he deserves a someone amazing, then it’s Allura). He and Lance would be good friends I think, because Dick can appreciate when someone is trying really hard to lighten the mood and ease the tension in the room (usually that’s his role, so he’s happy that Lance seems to seriously help).

Jason: would be such an asshole to Keith, because it’s so fun. Whenever Keith makes a sad comment about how he’s half-galra or something, Jason will say “wow, must suck. I only died and came back to life” just to piss him off (and Keith keeps getting pissed off, every time). He and Lance wouldn’t get along well at first, because his comments are too sharp and he ends up hurting Lance’s feelings… until they kinda realize they both have some pent up thoughts about how they just don’t fit in the family and how everyone else seems to be better than them in the eye of the leader, and Lance begins to understand Jason’s sarcasm and dry humour, and they get along really well. He’d respect Allura and keep calling Coran “Alfred” for jokes. I also think he would secretly love Hunk’s hugs, but would never admit to it.

Tim: Tim is BEST FRIENDS with Hunk & Pidge!!! He would be good friends with Lance and Keith, too, but not quite their best friend. He loves to nerd over tech & ideas with Hunk and Pidge, he loves to listen to them explain how the Lions work and what Pidge felt when she felt every atom of Green, etc. He and Pidge stay up late at night, living off caffeine, and Hunk brings them some of the tasty food he cooks because “guys, you need to eat actual food.” 

Stephanie: Adores Allura, and eventually becomes her mentor and teaches her some kickass moves in combat. She’s always in awe at Allura’s powers, and they become very close, like sisters. Allura opens up to her about how losing her entire planet and kingdom was so devastating. Stephanie would also like Lance and would keep giving him adorable nicknames (and plays along with his corny pick up lines)… they both know they’ll never be a thing, but they enjoy making everyone else uncomfortable by playing corny flirty kids. I think she would also be sort of a big sister for Pidge, and they’d play video games together and she would happily listen to Pidge rant about technology and space. And Keith––I’m not actually sure how Steph would feel about him. I think she have a similar relationship with him to Dick’s.

Damian: okay so I have this whole headcanon that Dami & Lance become best friends because Lance treats the kid like a kid, despite his bratty remarks and the fact that he speaks like an old man from the early 20th century. He spoils Dami, always buying him ice cream and inviting him to play soccer/basketball/tennis/video games etc with them and he never gets angry when Damian is too good––instead, he tells the kid how good he is. At first Dami brushes it off with narcissistic remarks, but it later means a lot to him. Eventually, he loosens up and feels so comfortable around Lance that he opens up to him about his nightmares, fears, and how despite being the bloodson, he fears that he will never make his father & Dick proud and that Tim will never like him. 

As for Keith, I think he would be a tiny bit jealous of him because Shiro & Dad loves Keith, Dick fights super well alongside Keith, Jason actually jokes more with Keith (and teases him more), and Tim actually likes him, despite his snappy responses. So at first Dami avoids Keith, always feeling like he’s the new star of the show… but one day Keith challenges him to a swordfight, and softly laughs when Damian nearly kicks his ass. They become sword buddies, and eventually good friends/brothers.

As for Zarkon & Haggar, I think pretty much all of them would hate them because 1) they’re bad guys and 2) what they did to Shiro 

feel free to reblog this and add more for Cass and Duke etc!! I just wasn’t sure about them!!

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“Are you done with that?”

Astrid swallowed, drumming her fingers nervously as she looked up at the twins talking to Hiccup.

When was the last time they had been alone? A week ago? And it had been for about a minute in which they discussed new drills. When had they been alone alone? As in, when was the last time his arms were around her waist and hers were around his neck and they were kissing like long lost lovers?

Astrid knew she was being dramatic, but she prided herself on realizing these things and still doing them. At least she was self conscious.

How long did the twins need him?

“Hey, Ruff, Tuff,” she snapped, irritated, and when they looked at her, “are you done with him? I need to discuss…formations.”

The twins both raised an eye, and Hiccup blushed lightly. “Yeah, guys. And we need to be alone to discuss…the formations.”

“Sure,” Ruff drawled, dragging out Tuff by the arm, “have fun with your…formations.” She wiggled her eyebrows as she closed the door behind her and her and Tuffnut left.

Astrid pushed Hiccup against the wall, but before she could kiss him, he cupped her cheek and ran a thumb over her lips. It was loving, but she wanted his lips, and she wanted them now.

“Someone’s impatient.”

There wasn’t even time to think of a snappy response, so she simply said, “Let’s talk formations,” and kissed him.

A Bit of Panic

Pairing: Teen!MoriartyxReader

Warnings: Anxiety attack, mentions of emotiona trauma

A/N: The panic attack described and the situations are loosely based off some of Katie and I (Clarissa)’s experiences. By no means am I impying that this is how all attacks are, nor am I saying that how Jim reacts is how someone should. Thank you.


How do you tell the boy your absolutely smitten with that you’re crying because your mum was screaming at you the entire way to school because you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to a teacher you didn’t know? He’d think you were completely pathetic, that’s what you did know. Yet, when you looked up to those pools of chocolate brown perfectness, you felt the story slip from your lips. 

“I-I’m writing an essay for a scholarship to this maths camp at Oxford over the summer… Ms. Hendricks told me to talk to the world history teacher, Mr. Bartleby, about proof reading it, but I-I can’t! I’ve never met him before!” A new wave of tears hit you, and Jim slid down next to you, listening intently to your story. You felt something softly touch your hand, and it caught it before you could yank said hand away. 

“Shh… it’s alright. Keep going.” He gently persuaded, accent making his words all the more calming. Shocked by his sudden sincerity, your head shot up so you could look at him. He stared softly back, a gentle smile relaxed onto his face while his free hand came up to your cheek to wipe away a few more falling tears and his lips brushed against your forehead. 

Your heart hammered against your lungs, cutting the airflow short for a moment before you remembered his request, “W-Well, my mum was just lecturing me about being too shy. I’ve t-tried to, uh-” He chuckled as your breath finally stopped, completely ensnared in your throat. Heat fanned over your cheeks as he raised your chin to look at him. 

“She’s simply frustrated, is all. How she could get mad at such an adorable kitten as yourself, I can’t understand, though.” When was your nose going to start bleeding? The boy you’ve been in love with for- how long now? -a year and a half is calling you adorable and kissing your forehead like it’s nothing! 

He stood up unexpectedly, offering you his hand, “I know a restaurant right up the way, it’s quite relaxing. I’ll look over your essay, and help you. How does that sound?” Geez- could he get anymore perfect? You hadn’t even noticed that he’d basically asked you on a date, nor where it was to. All you knew was that he’d offered to look it over, thereby saving you from at least two more panic attacks. You softly reached out, feeling his fingers closing around yours to help you up. 

“So, is that a ‘yes’, then?" 

You were fine when you and Jim were being seated, the maitre d’ smiling warmly at the two of you as he thanked her. You were fine as you and Jim chatted, first about your essay, then about whatever came to mind. He pulled no punches on your work, but you were alright with that. You wanted it to be good, after all. Plus, hearing him talk was like listening to angels sing, except that Jim was no angel. The problem lied when a waiter came to take your order. You’d been having such a great time with Jim that you’d forgotten you were at a restaurant- that this was inevitable. But, now that it was here, you couldn’t stop the sheer terror building in your chest. 

"Well, darlin’?” Jim grimaced at the waiter flirting with you before glancing back over to his menu to stop himself from sending the man a snappy response in turn. The world began rocking as if you were on a boat, and anxiety began bubbling in your stomach. Your head fogged like those alleyways in the Jack the Ripper or any other horror movie. The first thing you really heard was a laugh. THE laugh. The waiter had thought this was funny. He likely didn’t understand what you were going through, but all you understood was that he was laughing at you. At your panic. At your sheer horror… then a second one joined it, and you “knew” it was Jim. It was distorted, and if you were thinking properly, you’d have realized that it was distorted. That it sounded nothing like him. That it was only in your head. But you weren’t thinking clearly, and you could’ve sworn seven ways to Sunday that he was. Tears flooded in your eyes, and soon, the dam broke once again. Small sobs escaped your lips, and you began shaking violently. The first sob was when Jim looked up, and a knot grew in his stomach. Large eyes went wider as he rummaged through his endless amount of knowledge to try and find a solution- any solution. He dismissed the waiter, and moved to your side of the table. 

“Y-Y/n?” One hand hovered over your trembling shoulder, but, try as you might, you were unable to respond. “I’m going to take you to some where quieter, alright?” You managed to nod, and he helped you up, escorting you somewhere. You couldn’t really make out where it was, but you you could feel yourself moving, and could hear Jim speaking in attempts to help calm you.

“Can you tell me what you need?” He asked softly, voice as calming as the soft patter of a light summer’s rain against the window. A real shame everything else was a level nine hurricane around him. Your breathing picked up more than the previous time, and you shook like it was the middle of winter, not a nice sunny day. 

“Just calm down. The situation maybe been scary, but I promise you’re in no danger.” He carefully took your hand in his, sitting close as he began to intertwine your fingers together. His voice was soothing, and the world around you began to clear up again as your breathing began to steady. You turned to look at him, the simple action made easier as you felt a few fingers guide you. His eyes were wide with worry, the brown mixed with desperation and fear, but was quickly smoothing over to something so much simpler. Relief. 

“I-I’m sorry…” Squeaked out words fell from your lips. This was just plain embarrassing… your crush having to drag you from a restaurant because you were having a panic attack. Yet, he didn’t seem upset or disappointed, he just seemed… understanding. 

“It’s fine. Besides, isn’t the point of a date to get to know a person? With that logic, I’ve succeeded more than most ever could!” An award-winning, beaming smile pulled to his face, and all you could do is be in awe. So, this had been a date, then… the thought brought a shy smile to your face, and a deep blush to settle into your cheeks. Suddenly, you felt something soft against your searing flesh. After a moment, you’d realized he’d kissed your cheek. You could hear your heart flutter. 

“I-I don’t understand…” You admitted quietly. He smiled fondly in return, eyes alit with both amusement and endearment. 

“In simple terms, I’m attempting to ask if you think I’m good enough to be your boyfriend.” He chuckled at himself, his pale cheeks showing the faintest hint of rouge, and eyes leaving yours as a twinge of insecurity slipped into his mind. 

“O-Of course, that’s only if you like me like I like you…” He felt pathetic, and mentally was cursing himself, but all you could do is freeze. Well, and giggle a bit. 

“I like you like you like me. So, yes, I think you’re wonderful.”

Just Fall Things: Apple (Pie) of My Eye

Featuring: Daddy!Yoongi, You

Warnings: dd/lg themes

Written by: Admin V

Min Yoongi wasn’t one to show his soft side.

Known for his smart comebacks and snappy responses, nobody would have ever pegged him to be… this kind of boyfriend.

But to you, he was just that—and everything more.

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“So, that’s a no?” Howard asked, puckering his brows.

“Right.” You responded with a smirk, jiggling your drink toward him before taking a sip and leaning back against your chair. “I’m not interested in going out with a guy who isn’t going to take me seriously.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Enough to know that you don’t take no for an answer…” You teased before lifting an eyebrow and waiting for him to find a snappy response. “Clearly you’re not used to rejection.”

“Touché.” Howard frowned and quickly ducked his head to avoid your gaze. “But you’re wrong about one thing…”

“And what’s that?”

“If I didn’t take you seriously, I wouldn’t have asked you out in the first place.” He said quickly before shrugging a shoulder. “And it’s the only reason I’ll probably end up asking again.”

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*Imagine being the First Woman to Turn Howard down which only Further Piques His Interest*

Request: (@harrisonwellstrash) Imagine being the first woman to say no to Howard Stark, only to have him intrigued.

Thin Walls - Fred Weasley Imagine (requested)

Request: A Fred Weasley imagine where it’s summer holidays and you’re staying at the burrow and you’re dating and can’t keep your hands off each other so there is teasing and blushing and fluff pleeeeeaase 😊💋

P.S. This mentions sex and stuff like that so beware! Also Fred is a tiny bit rude but whatever, enjoy! x

My favorite part about summer were the longer nights. In winter at Hogwarts the sun, if it had decided to shine, would retreat to bed at five in the afternoon and let the moon do the rest of the work. Although in summer, the sun was set to work staying out as late as almost eight thirty and would rise early at five in the morning. The days were longer and the nights were shorter which meant more time to be spending with a particular redhead I had grown to love. Fred and I roamed around the Burrow until nine when the light would cease and Molly would holler for us to get inside before we lost our way. 

Molly and Arthur Weasley had so kindly offered me a spot at their home for the summer when Fred informed them that my parents were going on a cruise for the holidays and wouldn’t be home until a week before school started up again. I suppose looking back on the whole ordeal ‘offer’ wasn’t exactly the best choice of words, Molly more so insisted I stayed with my boyfriend and his family for the break. I couldn’t complain, I got to eat home cooked meals, hang out with Ginny whom I had grown considerably close with seeing as we shared her room, and got to be with Fred every single day. Of course there were a few downsides to seeing each other everyday. 

At Hogwarts there were rules and traditions put in place for young witches and wizards which meant once Fred and I got to his house, we finally gained a bit more privacy than before and trust me we took full advantage of it. After breakfast when everyone would begin their day heading separate ways, Fred and I would sneak off to shower together. In later afternoons we’d slip out to the lake a mile from the Burrow and have snog sessions on a blanket spread by the crystal water. 

Then at night I would tiptoe out of Ginny’s room to cuddle with Fred in the living room. For the most part we were good at keeping from being caught but that’s not to say we never did. Today Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, and I had all decided to take a hike around the path by the house. Molly said the trail led on for thirty miles so it was best if we’d turn around at a distinct landmark the twins had made after walking the trail an entire day to see how far it went. The mile markers were nonexistent and all the miles looked the same in my eyes.

“Are you sure we haven’t passed this so called marker yet, boys?” I asked. Ron was leading the group as Ginny and I walked behind him with the twins at our backs. “Oh I’m sure, darling. Believe me, it’s not hard to miss.” Fred commented reaching forward to pinch my bum. Racing around I gifted him with a harsh shove to his side. Fred only smirked seeming satisfied with himself.

“Sorry Y/n, it’s just too beautiful to resist.” A flash of red coated my cheeks and I had to face forward quickly to keep Fred and George from seeing. 

My efforts came to no avail as George howled in laughter, “Look Freddie, you embarrassed the poor girl!” The rushing wind added more color to my cheeks and made it harder to mask the blush. The sound of Fred’s footsteps sounded closer than before. It didn’t take long for the feeling of his warm lips to press against the shell of my ear.
“Not my fault my bird has got a nice bum.” I nudged my shoulder causing him to stumble back still full of content. I shot Ginny a look of annoyance and she grinned turning to her brothers.
“I bet we already went by your marker and you two have got us lost.” Ginny sassed, folding her arms across her chest and planting herself still in the trail. Ron stopped his movement and swiveled his body around glaring at his younger sister.

“It’s a trail you git, you can’t get lost if you stick to it.” Fred and George chuckled while Ron returned to ignoring the rest of us. The sun was still high in the sky and if my calculations were right I would have to say we’d been trudging on the hike for at least three hours which meant it would take that much longer to get back.
“Wait… Fred I don’t remember passing that boulder last time?” I could hear George whispering to his twins softly and I had to fight the urge to turn around and knock him upside the head. 

“Are you serious?” Ginny shouted. The twins shook their heads laughing and George squeezed by me to throw his arm around his sister’s shoulder.

“Now Ginny, what on earth makes you think I would ever do that to you?” I drowned out her assumingly snappy response and joined Fred. His lips pressed down lovingly onto my forehead and I had to bite my lip to keep from going in for another more heated embrace. A smirk traced Fred’s features as he gazed down at me. 

“Eager are we, love?” Shrugging let my arm fall around his torso the flushness from earlier slowly disappearing.

“Maybe just a bit. I’ve hardly seen you at all this week.” My voice was light and easy melting like butter on a scorching day. With a tilt of his head, Fred raised his eyebrows at me almost accusingly.
“And who’s fault is that?” I knew it was mine and there was no way to fight my way out, also there was no point. Fred took the time I was spending with his mother and sister all week to create new products for his upcoming shop with George, so his play of hurt towards me was an act that I refused to fall for.
“Whatever, your sister wanted to go to town with me and I couldn’t say no when your mother asked me to help with the cake. Anyways, I really did need that knitting lesson from her so I don’t regret a thing. I had a lot of fun away from you, handsome.” 

Fred scoffed and shook his head,“You mean to say you had more fun sitting around talking to my mom and sister than you did when you snuck into my room that night and I-” I cut him short before he could continue. It was obvious where he was heading and I was not in the mood nor the right place to touch on the events of that night.
“Stop! Your siblings are right there, I don’t want them hearing you.”
“You know, love, I’m surprised George didn’t hear you from the living room that night. You were screaming my name so loud I thought you would wake the whole house-” George turned back to us with a look of bewilderment.“

You two did what in our room?” Another storm of embarrassment settled over. Truth be told I should’ve known Fred would say something to his brother but it was awkward for him to find out while we were with Ron and Ginny too. The three began laughing and both brothers high fived Fred and Ginny gave me an apologetic gaze.

“Fred told me about the shower stuff and what you did by the lake but I didn’t know you two got it on in his room as well.” Ron admitted sending me a flirty wink. My mouth hung open and I debated on crawling under a rock and living the rest of my life there or beating the lights out of Fred.

“You told your brother about that!” I screeched covering my tomato red face. Fred nodded, clearly not understanding what the big deal was. 

Ginny shifted her weight between her feet becoming more than uncomfortable and I felt guilty for her being stuck in such an awkward spot.Pushing past Fred I made sure to bump my shoulder gratingly with his and started my walk with Ginny behind the boys, who were still gloating on the secrets Fred had let them in on, and back to the Weasley home.
Tears of rage were swelling in my eyes blocking my vision but I couldn’t care less. Ginny remained silent but ran her hand over my shoulder every minute or so.The three Weasley boys followed in pursuit but I paid no mind. Anger was coursing through my veins overtaking my mind set. A sudden hand pulled me back and I knocked into the broad chest of Fred Weasley. He reached up and skimmed the backside of him hand across my cheek wiping all the falling tears. George and Ron’s heads hung low as what I could only assume was culpability.Fred waved them off to keep walking. The group had gotten quite a ways in front of us and Fred stayed glued to the ground unmoving. “Sweetheart look at me please. I was being stupid and ignorant alright? Besides who cares what they think, they’re just jealous they don’t have a beautiful girl like you to do-” 

Shoving him to the side, and off the trail a bit, I backed Fred into a tree with all my might. His face washed over with a touch of shock and… lust? Pointing my finger in his line of sight I mustered up my strongest voice and scolded him.

“I’m serious, quit it or nothing from that night will never happen again.” This only amused him more as Fred gently took my hand in his and placed a sweet kiss on my knuckles.
“Keep telling yourself that, darling.” The area grew silent and the tension was growing bigger by the second. As much as he pushed my buttons and drove me crazy, I loved him and it wasn’t a secret. Stepping back I released my hold on his collar chewed on the inside of my lip. The same stupid little grin was on full display while Fred brushed away the loose strands of hair covering my face. I was furious beyond belief and wanted to fight his grip but I couldn’t.

“C’mon Y/n, please don’t be upset. I was only joking. I love you so much, I hope you never doubt that.” The genuinity was evident in his voice. I could feel his brown eyes boring into my face searching for any sign of disbelief. Narrowing my e/c orbs I squinted at the wild haired boy in front of me.
“Pretty rude joke to be treating me like that especially in front of your brothers and sister. I’m not some toy or prize you can show off. I did those things with you out of love, not lust I hope you realize that. But I suppose I forgive you. I love you too by the way.” I run my finger along my cheek catching all the tears from hitting the floor. A warm smile rose to Fred’s face and he leaned forward wrapping his arms around my neck to pull my body towards him. I found myself using his body as support and burying my face in his sturdy chest. Fred’s delicate lips ran along the crown of my head then let a trail of kisses on my forehead.

“Glad to see you two have made up and are back to kissing every second of the day, now let’s go! Ron said he heard mom say she’s cooking corned beef sandwiches and cauldron cakes for dessert! Hurry before they’re all gone!” George yelled from the opening of the woodsey area I had brought Fred. I shared a happy glance with Fred then snatched his hand and ran after George, Ginny, and Ron excited to get to the Burrow.

“Y/n, we could just use magic to get there. Faster we get there and beat them, the more food we get. Also the more time I get to make it up to you and show you how sorry I am.” Fred pressed rubbing his thumb along my hand. His offer was no debate, I shook my head yes and soon we were teleported back to the Burrow rushing inside and eating quicker than ever, then sprinting up to Fred’s room, achieving all of this prior to the other three arriving home. When Fred and I reached the stairs I could hear Molly called for us. We retreated into the kitchen putting on our best display of innocence, although the wise witch saw through and laughed to herself saying,

“Now be safe and no funny business; remember these walls are pretty thin, dear. And Fred, be nice to this one, I like her.”

-Daizy xx

forget it

Originally posted by leewooji

request: “May I have a scenario wherein Jihoon/Woozi is your boyfriend who’s been so focused on his work lately that he forgets a special day (birthday or anniversary w/e). You, being the patient gf, just let it go, but when you visit him, he lashes out on you and you walk out, upset. Fluffy ending please!”

genre: angst and possible fluff in the future???

words: 1,355

summary: jihoon forgets your birthday after being a terrible boyfriend so it results in a fight

A/N: i present to you another angst! sorry it took so long i havent been myself lately but thanks for requesting ily this is isn’t my best, but it’s all i could WHIP UP with finals and christmas coming up. ENJOY :) i didn’t proof read fuck

 You were patient. You understood how busy he was. 

But you had enough.

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anonymous asked:

You had a line v briefly about Lucien giving Azriel snappy responses back and the idea of Lucien being Azriel's bratty sub is b e a u t i f u l.

i am  s u p e r  az/lucien d/s in either configuration. I just want my angsty boys to work through their shit while touching each others dicks T-T


Request: Can u do a one shot where Gabriel and the reader are a couple and he had faked his death so people wouldn’t come after the reader because of him and Sam and dean walk in on them kissing and freak out.

Request: So I wanted to request a Gabriel fic. Say you lived in the bunker with TFW and were like a little sister to them. Demons killed your family and were after you because you could see angel wings/angels, but you were never around when Gabe was. So one day he got curious about the muttonheads newest addition and shows up when you’re home alone. Totally dazzled by him and his wings you ask to touch them, he’s surprised but recovers and says yes and starts flirting with you. Love your writing! =)

Request: Can you do one where the reader is the winchesters sister and she really likes Gabe but she doesn’t think he likes her because she’s really nerdy and likes doctor who and even though she likes it she’s really self conscious about it but Gabe actually finds that really cute? And just really fluffy with selfconcious!reader? Please?

A/N: Gabe and reader aren’t dating yet, and she’s like a sister to the boys

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Alec and Izzy were looking at you in horror. Everyone knew that you were a Lightwood, your eyes were the exact same shade as Alec’s, your hair was such a dark copper that it was almost black. Sure your hair was a little fairer than your siblings but you were a Lightwood.


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Truth or Dare

Audrey X Reader

Setting: Brooke throwing a party post season 1. 

AN: Had to put this into two parts due to it being too long. Second part posted later on tonight. This is my first Audrey Jensen imagine/readerXcharacter fic.

You can find my other Scream fics in a link on my profile under “Scream fics”.

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Inside out - The Chainsmokers ft. Charlee  

Originally posted by jackiehydes

You were are at another one of Brooke’s parties that she threw when she needed a distraction away from her father and from the deaths in Lakewood. Her father was never home and basically allowed her to get away with anything especially after the death of her friends. There was beer, liquor and pizza and at some point someone would end up suggesting some sort of game to turn things interesting. Of course you would go to the parties, you never left the Lakewood 6’s side, it was like you all formed a pack and needed to know where everyone was at all times. It had turned into a pack.
Yeah all of you were there, Brooke, Emma, Jake, Noah, Kieran, Audrey and you. Even Zoe, Stavo and Kieran’s questionable cousin were there. You got along with pretty much anyone in the group save for Audrey, she was a girl full of suspicion and seemed to always be on edge. Those glaring side eye looks and long zoning out stares always made you question what she was thinking about. And you had no doubt she was thinking about something. Even forced into being her friend or around her you kept that ear of suspicion open. And it wasn’t like she treated you like a friend either, always got into petty cat fights when forced to work together investing the murders, never new who’s idea to take or utilize to get the job done. There would be a snarky remark here or a snappy response there. It was almost a competition to see who was the most brooding.

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