something to get into the mood for tomorrow ;)

what is BPD?

 Even though I have a blog about BPD, a lot of people have a lot of doubts about it (about the symptoms, terms, etc). So here is a post about BPD and, please, if you are neurotypical don’t comment “wow I have it” just because you read my post.

  • Borderline Personality Disorder is diagnosed when there is a persistent pattern of unstable interpersonal relationships, mood and self-image, as well as distinct impulsive behaviour, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts. These difficulties are indicated by five (or more) of the following:
  1. frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.

  2. a pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterised by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.

  3. identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.

  4. impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g. spending, sex, substance abuse, reckless driving, binge eating). This does not include suicidal or self-harming behaviour.

  5. recurrent suicidal behaviour, gestures, or threats, or self-mutilating behaviour.

  6. affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood - intense feelings that can last from a few hours to a few days.

  7. chronic feelings of emptiness.

  8. inappropriate intense anger or difficulty controlling anger.

  9. transient, stress-related paranoid ideas or severe dissociative symptoms.

What is FP? 

FP means, for someone who has BPD, favorite person. It is a term that refers to the person you most idealize, usually it is someone you have romantic feelings for, but it can be a friend, fictional character, someone in your family, etc. Not everyone who has BPD has a FP, but it is something common. Having a FP is not something beautiful and shouldn’t be romantized, your mood starts depending on that person, on the way they talk to you, you have a lot of mental breakdowns when they’re gone and it’s something that puts you in risk, because you’re willing to do basically anything for that person.

What is “split”?

Splitting is the action of feeling extremely angry at someone who you usually idealize, for example, your fp (but it doesn’t have to be necessarily your fp). Someone who suffers from BPD usually has black and white thinking or feeling, loving or hating someone, doing something all the time or not at all, basically no harlf term. When someone splits, it means that they were from a extreme to another about their feelings to someone. It can happen for big and important reasons, when someone actually does a serious mistake or it can happen when someone does a “small” mistake and we react extremely, due to BPD hypersensitivity.

What is dissociation?

That’s what Wikipedia says: “In psychology, dissociation is any of a wide array of experiences from mild detachment from immediate surroundings to more severe detachment from physical and emotional experience. The major characteristic of all dissociative phenomena involves a detachment from reality, rather than a loss of reality as in psychosis.”. Dissociation is the match of despersonalization (“Depersonalization can consist of a detachment within the self regarding one’s mind or body, or being a detached observer of oneself. Subjects feel they have changed and that the world has become vague, dreamlike, less real, or lacking in significance. It can be a disturbing experience. Chronic depersonalization refers to depersonalization-derealization disorder, which is classified by the DSM-5 as a dissociative disorder.”) and derealization (“Derealization is an alteration in the perception or experience of the external world so that it seems unreal. Other symptoms include feeling as though one’s environment is lacking in spontaneity, emotional colouring, and depth. It is a dissociative symptom of many conditions.”). Basically, it is feeling like YOU are not real + the WORLD is not real. Okay, I’m not sure about what I’m going to say now, please someone correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that there a lot of dissociative disorders, but in BPD people usually suffer just from dissociative symptoms.


Self-harm is when you intentionally hurt yourself. Okay, but why? Some people self-harm to relief the pain, a lot of people with BPD also relate they self-harm to feel real during dissociative episodes or to feel something when the emptiness sensations are acting out. For some people, self-harm is when you hurt your body tissue, for example, cutting or scratching yourself, but, personally, in my opinion, thre are different ways or expressing self-harm before it becomes something extreme, for example, starving yourself, triggering yourself, doing something you don’t want to just because you “deserve it”, etc.

“People with BPD are always abusive.”

That’s absolutely not true. A lot of websites make articles about BPD and, because of a lack of information, they mention we are abusive and things like that. The truth is that no one is automatically abusive JUST because their mental illnesses. Abuse is something related to someone’s behavior, regardless if they’re mentally ill or not. “Okay, so why a lot of people say BPD makes someone abusive?” Maybe it’s because PDs are not a very discussed topic and people are always afraid of the unkown, so it’s better if they just judge us. Also, maybe because people with BPD are often seen as “attention seekers”, which is not something bad, in my opinion, because everyone should receive enough attention, since they’re not using bad mechanisms to get it.

About some other symptoms

Mood swings happen when someone goes to an emotion to another. For someone who has BPD, it happens a lot of times during the day. For example, if you got a friend and they have BPD they can talk about suicide and how hopeless they feel and a few hours or minutes later they can talk about future plans and how excited they are about things. It impacts our affective instability too, so sometimes we get lost thinking if we like someone or not. We can easily “get tired” of someone and then becoming totally dependent on them after some time. Our instability also impacts our sense of self, sometimes it makes us question even if we are real (going back to the dissociation aspect). That’s why is so hard for us to do things like choosing a career, because today I can feel like becoming an actress and then tomorrow I want to be a doctor. Our decisions and moods are constantly changing.Our fear of abandonment controls our lives, we can do things that we don’t even want to just to have someone by our sides. Also, some people with BPD can get too clingy or too distant to someone they love, clingy to avoid the abandonment and distant because of a “leave them before they leave me” thought. That’s why our relationships are very unstable.Compulsion and impulsivity is a form of expressing our confused feelings, like if we need something to rely on. We can drink too much, eat too much, waste too much money, etc. It can happens for a lot of reasons, for example, to fill the feelings of emptiness or to avoid a breakdown, specially when someone leaves.

Quiet and explosive borderlines

Explosive borderline is someone who is the “classical” borderline. They will act out, they may yell at people, they may get involved in fights and etc. Someone who is a quiet borderline will act in, holding their pain agaisnt themselves, for example, with the self-harm. They may not usually yell at people or get involved in fights, but, instead, they will do terrible things with themselves. There is not a “worse or better type of borderline”, they’re just different types. We all suffer a lot.

Sorry if my grammar wasn’t very correct. English is not my native language. I hope it was a helpful post for some help here on tumblr.
Stay strong, borderline community!

anonymous asked:

Since requests are open if you don't mind could ya do a extra petty MC/Reader giving RFA++ a case of blue balls because they got into an argument over the littlest thing. If you don't want to I completely understand. Thank you ❤️ AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING LIKE THIS ANON MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE TAKEN SOME TIME TO READ EVERYTHING ON YOUR MASTERLIST🙄❤️

Lol, I kept laughing everytime I read this request, idk why. Thank you, honey, hope u like this!^^

RFA with a MC on sex strike (NSFW-ish)


  • He was late for dinner with your family. Again.
  • When he finally arrived, you pretended that everything was fine, and everybody believed, including Zen.
  • So after you two get home, he’s pretty sure you’ll be in a good mood and ready to play with the beast a little… WRONG!
  • “Good night, Hyun.” You turn your back on him and keep it like this all night. And so it continued for the next two weeks.
  • And he thought the beast would be crazy, drooling and biting its leash, but… the beast now is just a puppy curled up in a corner, whining.
  • You wish you could say you feel bad for him, but in your defense, it’s not the first time he prioritizes work over you, as he told a million times before he wouldn’t do.
  • So yeah, you’re kinda having fun looking at him pouting at you and trying to get more than a quick kiss or hug.
  •  And though he’s struggling so much, he knows why you’re doing this, he deserves. But he needs to focus, he can’t keep forgetting his lines and missing marks like this, if you at least went to watch the musical he’s been working so hard…
  • You might be mad at him, but you wouldn’t lose a premiere of his new musical, it must be really good for him to keep dumping you in order to rehearse for this.
  • And boy… it’s not only good, it’s AMAZING! Maybe it’s because you’re missing him as well, but… this character of his seems a little sexier.
  • As soon as the musical is over, you run to his dressing room. “Hey, babe… did you like the mus…mmmmm.” You practically attack him.
  • “B-babe?” “Why didn’t you tell me this was the musical that was taking all your time?” you ask, but don’t even let him answer, your mouth is on his again.
  • Zen is shook, but in a good way. He’s kinda relieved you missed him as much as he missed you.
  • “B-babe… let me… ahh… let me just take the costume off…” he says breathlessly while you kiss his neck. “I want you to keep it on.”
  • Okay… so who’s the real beast here?



  • He failed one of his tests in college. The one he did the morning after pulling an all nighter to play LOLOL
  • You can’t count all the times you told him to forget this game and go to sleep that night. Did he listen? No. So now here he is whining about this exam and you’re not having it.
  •  All he wanted was a little… comfort from you after the test fiasco.
  • “Go play some LOLOL or whatever to get that comfort, since this works so well for you.” And you go back to your book.
  • That long book you’ve been reading for two weeks and a half now, it must be good since you’re not paying any attention to your boyfriend. Any kind of attention.
  • This poor baby, he could handle not having sex when he was single, but he never prepared himself to be without it when you came along.
  • So yeah… he’s back to those very loooong showers and that constant nervous state of mind from when he was single.
  • But he never shows it in front of you, so you’re pretty sure he’s doing fine without smexy times…
  • And he is, most of the times, the problem here is that it feels like he’s grounded, like a little kid. Because he behaved a like a little kid and ugh… he feels so pathetic.
  • So he replaces those long showers for long study sessions, he needs to ace the next test to get his grades and his relationship back on track.
  • And you’re not made of steel, so of course you help him study. And having this boy so close, so focused, acting so serious and mature… it’s so sexy…
  • “Earth to MC?” he calls for you as he notices you keep staring at him. “I… think you understand a lot about the… constitution of amphibian’s hearts now, Yoosung.”
  • “You think? Well, we’ve been studying for a couple of hours now and… hum… MC?” you keep coming close to him, he’s shuddering.
  • “Why don’t we focus in human’s heart right now? For example, mine and how you’re making it race by acting so grown up…” you manage to sit on his lap, and he’s sweating as you nip his jaw lightly.
  • “M-MC… what about… my test tomorrow?” “It’s early, you need some encouragement for tomorrow and after I’m done with you, you’ll sleep like a baby.”
  • That’s exactly what happened. And after he aced his test, you gave him a reward.


  • Of course you like Zen’s DVDs, okay? You just don’t like that’s the only thing you two watch.
  • You want her to relax and have fun, but… come on, she really needs to be that selfish and not even consider your suggestions for movie night?
  • And she gets so in the mood after watching it, so generally movie night leads to something else… well, not tonight.
  • You doze off in the couch while the DVD is still playing and wake up a little later, telling her you’re tired and going to bed now… oh, okay.
  • And every movie night has been ending like this for a couple of weeks now…
  • Okay, sex is not the most important thing in this relationship, she enjoys just spending time with you without getting all hot and bothered.
  • But… a woman has her needs, you know?
  • And Zen’s DVDs may do the trick for a while, but… she’s missing the real thing… with you…
  • She handles pretty well, but she keeps getting distracted at work and getting a little snappy even at Zen in the chat room.
  • But she knows why you’re mad and… well, it wouldn’t kill her to give a chance to your choices, would it?
  • So yeah, she’s wondering how to discuss it with you and apologize after you two close the café for the day.
  • And you’re kinda worried you’re being too harsh on her, since she’s obviously acting like she’s in some kind of abstinence crisis.
  • So time to make it up for lost time… “Honey, do you mind showing me how to do that brownie dough again?”
  • She sighs, she’s so tired, but you just called her ‘honey’, how can she say no? She stands by your side, you hands moving messily around the dough on purpose.
  • “No, MC. It’s not like this, it’s just…” “Why don’t you guide my hands? Here, you can come behind me.” Lord help her…
  • She’s behind you, but her hands are not guiding yours, they’re all over your body.


  • He got jealous of an old friend of yours.
  • No matter how much you told him this guy was almost like a brother, he was still acting cold and distant.
  • Usually when this happens, you give him the most passionate kiss you can, and you two end up in bed, but… he can’t get away this easy this time, not with such a good friend of yours…
  • Is he acting cold? You’re acting colder as you told him you were sleeping with Elizabeth in the guest room that night.
  • And so it continued for the last three weeks.
  • Okay, this man lived not minding sex for a very long time, so he should be fine, right?
  • WRONG! He lived fine without sex because he had no idea it could be this good with someone he loves.
  • Though he looks all calm and collected, deep inside he could climb up walls in despair.
  • He’s drinking more wine than usual and coming back from work more and more exhausted.
  • You’re feeling a little bad? Yes, but just remembering how your friend said goodbye to you telling he didn’t want to put you in trouble with your fiancée makes your blood boil and you end up enjoying this punishment a little longer.
  • But then you get a call from Jaehee asking if something is going on, since Mr. Han is acting really weird, getting all distracted and rude to some employees.
  • Ugh… you didn’t want to harm his job and his employees… also, you miss him too.
  • So you show up to his office for your usual lunch with him, not so usual when you sit on his lap, he widens his eyes as he realizes you’re not wearing panties.
  •  “I-I apologize for what happened with your friend, MC, I…”. You reach for his ear “You’ve been a bad boy to me, and I already punished you enough. Am I not being bad to you right now?”
  • “I… yes, kitten. A little.” “So… what are you waiting for? To punish me?” his lips crash to yours as you smile teasingly.
  • Mr. Han was calm for the rest of the afternoon, the employees now are trying to find when it’s your birthday to send you a gift.


  • Honestly, you don’t even remember why you were fighting.
  • Probably it was because of a bunch of little things that turned into a big thing as you usually don’t discuss a lot.
  •  Because he quickly fixes what he did wrong with some big weird gesture like showing up at your workplace dressed as a teddy bear to apologize, you laugh and forget why you were mad before.
  • Which is usually adorable, but talking like the two adults you are would be better in order to not get into big messy fights like this last one.
  • And since you’re not even talking, he wasn’t expecting you would let him touch you, so… yeah, he’s pretty conformed he’s not getting any of that.
  • But after almost three weeks, he’s starting to freak out a little.
  • And since he doesn’t have his job anymore to hide himself in his office and just work, he’s spending even more time with his brother.
  • Saeran knows these bonding moments are important, but… ugh, his brother is getting even more clingy than usual.
  • Seriously, his brother is annoying him more than he normally does, making him do these weird hobbies like pedicure and gardening.
  • “Go easy on my brother, MC.” Saeran asks you bluntly, but deep inside he wants to beg on his knees for you to take his brother away from him, because he’s driving him nuts.
  • And though it’s kinda of funny, you’re worried for both twins. Saeran really needs his own space and you… need your boyfriend.
  • So at night, when you finally roll your body to face Saeyoung in bed, you smile sweetly and stroke his hair.
  • Your mouth finds his quickly and he has no shame in showing how desperate he is and how much he missed you.
  • “I’m sorry. Let’s not fight anymore, please?” “We’ll fight again, but it will be fine as long as we talk about it, okay?” he nods, and your lips crash against his again.
  • “MC, before we continue, just know that’s been three weeks of sexual frustration, I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow because I won’t allow you to leave this bed so soon, copy that?”
  • You copied, and neither of you walked straight for the next two days, which grossed Saeran out.

Yesterday was one of those unexpected days. I thought I would get soooo much done, but an event I went to ended up taking a lot longer than initially thought so I literally got nothing done 🙈By the time I got home and made dinner I collapsed on the couch! I managed to get a lot done this AM, but I forgot my charger at home so can’t get much done this arvie. Ahg, one of those days. Hopefully I’ll have a better day tomorrow?😂

What do you do when something has the potential to ruin your day (and mood)?

Overly protective.

Shawn Master List found HERE

Shawn groans as he leans his elbows on the kitchen countertop, purposely attempting to grasp your attention away from the pizza you’re setting out.

“What’s with the sad eyes?” You smirk, finding his pouty face to be absolutely adoring.

He lets out another sigh to be climactic before pursing his lips into a fine line. “You know, it’s not too late to cancel… Kinda wanted a Friday night alone,” he comments, bringing to your attention that he has other plans in mind.

You shake your head, “Your sister is already on her way,” you swat his hand away from trying to steal a piece of pizza. He can be somewhat annoying when is in a pouty mood and doesn’t get his own way, something you have come to somewhat adore about him.

“I love her, but she has crashed with us every weekend since I have been back. I want time alone,” he mumbles with a huff, not seeming too amused.

“She’s just staying for dinner and a movie, are you grumpy this evening?” You challenge his mood, your eyes studying his as he straightens his posture and pushes away from the countertop. “Shawn,” you draw out his name, forcing his attention back to you.

“Just tired,” he shrugs, “so, tomorrow can I actually sleep in with my girlfriend?” Shawn questions, looking at you with a blank expression—a clear indication he’s in a bit of a grumpy mood. He has been on the grouchy side for the last week, you brushed it all off as being tired and somewhat overly worked, so you didn’t take it to heart, but now you’re not quite sure what is problem is tonight.

You grin and give him a nod, “Mhm, we can spend all day in bed,” you inform him just as the doorbell chimes and Shawn instantly makes his way down the hallway, dragging his feet to make it known he doesn’t want to host his sisters movie night.

You hear the shuffling of feet entering and the closing of the front door, but the familiar sound of feet shuffling seem louder than usual, the sudden vibration of an unknown voice rings in your ears. You frown for a moment, watching the hallway entrance from your position in the kitchen, your eyes focus on Shawn’s sister before the flicker towards a male beside her.

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Arrangements (Jimin) Part Five

Genre: Angst/some fluff

Word Count:1,505

Summary: “I see, all you guys care about is stupid Y/n, you guys side with her no matter what.”

A/n: I’m so sorry I’ve been so inactive, but I’m hoping to finish writing my request soon!~Joy

Part one//Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Eight

“Jimin? Y/n? What’s going on?”

Hoseok walked in, after hearing the screaming, he saw an angry Jimin, face red and eyes swelled and an upset Y/n. Jimin clenched his teeth, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “You wanna know what’s going on?” Jimin asked, almost laughing but he was crying. His shaky finger pointed to you, as he started to breathe heavily “this bitch over here ruined my relationship with Sunhee.” His words stung, as you winced, you wanted to slap him so badly, but you knew that he was just hurting and finding an excuse to blame it on anyone else but him.

“Jimin is that any way to talk to Y/n?” Hoseok scolded, he was disappointed with how Jimin had to find anyone but him to blame. Jimin only lets out an angry huff, as he wiped the tears away.

“Hoseok, you can’t honestly believe that I’ll treat her as a normal person after ruining my relationship do you?” Jimin asked, laughing as if Hoseok told a joke. But his smile was soon wiped away replaced with a disgusted face instead. “I can’t even look at you anymore.” Jimin laughed, as hot tears kept flowing from your face. “Did you hear me? I don’t want to ever see you again!” Jimin yelled, making you wince. The boys started to rush in to hear why Jimin was screaming.

“What’s going on?” Jungkook asked, as he stood beside you seeing you all broken up in tears, as Jimin’s face got redder. 

“I see, all you guys care about is stupid Y/n, you guys side with her no matter what.” Jimin angrily points out, as he clenches his fists.

“That’s not true Jimin and you know that” Jin softly reminded him, but Jimin just shook his head.

“It’s always about Y/n, what’s so good about her anyways? She isn’t worth much, she can always be replaced.” Jimin’s bitter words struck into you, making you feel your throat close in.

“Jimin that’s enough, you can’t act like you’re the victim when you caused just as much pain that you feel right now to Y/n” Namjoon argued reasonably.

“Shut up, just shut up. She’s not worth anything to me, Sunhee does, and she ruined it for me.” Jimin screamed.

“She may not be worth anything to you, but she means the world to the rest of us.” Jungkook strongly replies as he holds on to you to keep you from collapsing. 

“Well, of course, she means the world to you, you always go for my trash don’t you?” Jimin smirks, as he laughs to himself. Jungkook’s fist clenches, as he punches Jimin in the face. Hoseok and Taehyung hold him back before he could do any more damage.

“You’re a fucking jerk Jimin, Sunhee didn’t leave you because she felt she guilty, she didn’t want to date an idiot like you!” Jungkook screams the room went silent. Jimin felt his cheek, where Jungkook had punched him, the impact made some blood fall out, as he wiped it off.

“I guess you’ve forgotten your place but don’t worry I’ll gladly help you back into it.” Jimin grinned evilly, as he rose his hand striking his hand across Jungkook’s face.

“That’s enough.” You scream, pushing Jimin away from Jungkook. “Stay away from Jungkook, I don’t care what you call me, but if you ever lay another finger on Jungkook I’ll make sure you learn your place. He’s like a brother to me so don’t even try to pull that card on him.” 

“Whatever” Jimin rolled his eyes, leaving the room.

Weeks had passed since that argument, you barely went to the dorms anymore. You couldn’t bare to see Jimin, there was no way you would try to talk to him again. The boys would often come over to your apartment and hang out, usually, you guys would play board games and eat take out, and sometimes Jungkook would even beg to sleep over so you guys would just watch horror movies till you fell asleep automatically. After the boys left, you closed the door, cleaning up the take out boxes and such. You went to go to bed when you heard your phone rang, answering it.

“Hello?” You asked into the phone.

“Y/n L/n?” A man asked, in a deep gruff voice.

“Yes?” You answered in a meek voice.

“Can you come to the police station, we have your friend here and we need you to come and receive him.” The police asked while you told him you were on your way.

You got out of your car, rushing to the main desk. “Hi, um, my name is Y/n L/n and I was told to come and get my friend.” You told the lady in front.

“Ah okay, um, all of the people who are going to be picked up are in that room,” She said pointing to the door down the hall.

You nodded, as you walked over to the room, you wondered which friend was in trouble who needed your aid so badly. You opened the door to reveal a drunk Jimin, collapsed on the chair. “Jimin?” You asked, surprise that you were called to the police station to pick up him.

“Y/n you actually came,” Jimin said surprised as he got up from his chair, only to stumble back down.

“Let’s just go” You rolled your eyes, as Jimin tried his best to follow behind you.

Once you got him into your car, you started to drive, keeping the car ride with less conversation as possible. “You know sometimes when people are in an awkward situation they usually will make conversation.” Jimin joked lightly.

“You know sometimes when people don’t like the person they are driving they make it pretty clear.” You say back, you weren’t in the mood for this. Jimin didn’t say anything else, keeping the car ride as silent as possible.

You pulled up to the dorm, getting out of your car, as you got Jimin out of your car, dragging him up to the dorm. Knocking on the door, you hoped at least someone would be awake at the moment. Jin opened the dorm, as he smiled at you. “Hey y/n, did one of us forget something? You knew you can always give it to us tomorrow,” Jin joked, as you smiled back.

“I’m here to return this, ” You said, pulling Jimin into Jin’s grasps.

“Jimin? What were you doing hanging out with him?” Jin asks as you rolled your eyes.

“I was called by the police station to come collect him, I don’t know why, though.” You simply stated as you yawned.

“It’s late Jimin, why would you go out to the bar? Did you get into a fight? Are those bruises?” Jin rambled on, only to make Jimin groan.

“Can you not? I’m tired and want some sleep.” Jimin groaned as he trudged back to his room.

“Why is he going to bars on a Wednesday night?” You asked as Jin shook his head in disapproval.

“Jimin’s been going to bars every night every since Sunhee broke up with him, he claims it helps take his mind off of her” Jin rolls his eyes, as he tsks at the thought of Jimin drinking to get his mind off of things. “Anyways, why don’t you sleep over? It’s one in the morning and I wouldn’t want you to drive home this late.” Jin suggests as you nod giving him a smile.

“Thanks, Jin.” You smile, as Jin grins at you, handing you a pillow and blanket, giving you a long hug.

“I’m glad to see you back at the dorms again.” He whispers, putting his chin on top of your head.

“Me too” You whisper back.

“Y/n? Jin?” Namjoon asks as he turns on the lights. “What’s going on?” You two turned to face Namjoon, who looked super tired, bags were under his eyes, as he put down his backpack. “I thought you guys went to hang out at y/n’s place?” 

“We were, and then after I got a call from the police station telling me to go pick up Jimin, ” You tell him, as he heads over.

“And why are you two hugging?” Namjoon asks as Jin hugged you tighter. “Can we not hug? I didn’t know that was illegal now” Jin replied.

“It’s not, it’s just weird to see you hugging in the dark. Alone.” Namjoon stated as he pulled you into a hug. “Sleep well Y/n” he smiled, as you smiled back.

“You too, and don’t spend your time always in those underground parties.” You grin as you wipe the dirt off Namjoon’s cheek. “Good night!” You smile, as you fall onto the couch.

Jin was walking back to his bedroom when he felt someone grab his arm, Jin turned back to see Namjoon glaring at him. “Leave Y/n alone, she’s mine.” Namjoon growls.

“Funny, I didn’t know you two were dating? Oh wait, never mind you’re not, so yeah uh I won’t leave her alone” Jin grins, as he walks into his room, closing the door.

Mother and daughter ( jughead X reader)

Jughead X Jughead X jellybean

Wordcount: 1472

Warning : NONE

Request : no, my idea.

A/N : okay so basically I was day dreaming today and this topic came to mind… random i know but, i have to say i love this!! I hope you guys do too! JEALLYBEAN BETTER COME SOON! I NEED TO SEE JUGHEAD AS BIG BROTHER!!!!!

As always, sorry for any spelling and grammar errors. :)


Originally posted by mallverine

Currently I sat in the kitchen of Jughead’s dad’s house. To say it was a dump is an understanding, considering FP has bottles everywhere… Jughead and I just came back from school, most of the time Jughead and I would go Pop’s after school but i suggested i cook for him and jellybean.

“ Why do you insist on cooking for JB and I, i could easily buy Us all something to eat.” Jughead asks with confusion laced in his voice.

“ Juggie, you and Jellybean don’t have home cooked meals ever since your mother left . Not to mention that FP is never around, and when he is, he’s drunk. So I’ve made it my priority that you and JB eat at least healthy.” I answer him while checking the oven to make sure i don’t over cook the chicken .

When i get up from my bent position and turn back to look at Jughead. I find Jughead giving me a small smile with a whisper of a “thank you.“ I smile back and return to making our food… suddenly the sound of the front door slamming open is heard, indicating that either FP or Jellybean have arrived. Seconds later a small figure of a young girl with raven hair like Jughead’s walks in with a look of sadness on her face.

“JB, what’s wrong?” Both Jughead and i ask together, but the only response we get is her handing us a white paper. I grab the paper and read over the words. “You’re invited to the mother and daughter day tomorrow! Wear your best dresses and dancing shoes.” Automatically it hits me like a ton of bricks, I look at Jughead and notice that a sad look has also taken over his face. Wanting to change the mood I say food is ready.

“ Well JB I made something that will turn that frown upside down, guess what I’ve made for us to eat.”

Jellybean looks at me and starts to guess the way i do during tests. “Is it Mac n Cheese, Pizza, spaghetti, salmon… WAIT, is it the roasted chicken with the potatoes under it?”

I nod my head and move to the oven to take out the chicken. I place it on the set table and start to give everyone their pieces. Jellybean now has a smile on her face as she munches away on her plate of chicken. “Y/N/N, can you cook for Juggie and I all the time? I like your cooking more than eating from a frozen box or Pop’s.”

“ If that’s what you want, i have no problem. Just tell me a day before what you want to eat, that way I can buy the things for the meal.”

An hour has passed and we’re all done eating. Jughead sent Jellybean to do her homework and i tell her that if she needs help that she should call me. Of course Jughead has to tell me that i don’t need to help her but she’s family to me.

“Y/N, what am i going to do? Jellybean should not have to worry about this, our mother should be here and take her. Don’t take this the wrong way Y/N/N, but my mom should be the one cooking for us and helping Jellybean, not you. If we were to be living together, just Jellybean, you and I, people would think we’re her parents. My dad doesn’t even bother to attend any of her parent meetings, school plays or even her soccer games! It’s always me and you.. Never Dad and mom.” He speaks with anger as he pulls off his beanie from his head from frustration.

“ Juggie, don’t worry about it. Besides i don’t mind being there for you guys, just like you’ve been there for me when my dad left me… You just gave me a plan, what if i acted as if I’m Jellybean’s mom? I could skip school tomorrow and go with her.”

“Y/N, you’ve never missed a day of school, and you shouldn’t have to feel like you have a responsibility to do this! You’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t have to worry about me or Jellybean.”

Ignore him and stick to my plan, i get up from where I’m sitting and look at Jughead dead in the eye and say “ i said You’re my family and I’m going tomorrow whether you like it or not. Don’t tell Jellybean.” I hug jughead and run to Jellybeans room to tell her I’m leaving, she hugs me and tells me good bye. I walk home and get ready for bed because tomorrow will be A long day

My clock shows 6:30 A.M. I get out of bed to do my business and start to look through my outfits to find the perfect dress. I end up grabbing a tiffany colored flowy dress with a pair a white ballerina shoes. I apply my makeup, which is very light and just stuff my outfit and things in a bag. I run down to my kitchen to grab some pancake mix with some eggs and put them in another bag. I run out my house and walk towards Jughead’s home, once I arrive I pull out the extra key that Jughead gave me and walk into the house. I walk to the kitchen and start to make our breakfast, I try to make very little sound but no matter how quiet I am Jughead will always find me.

“What are you doing (Y/N/N)? Jughead asks with a groggy voice.

“ nothing just thought I’d look at the stove, what does it look like?” i answer back with a hit of sarcasm.

Jughead laughs and tells me that he’s going to wake up Jellybean. Not 3 minutes later Jellybean is running towards me with full speed. “Y/N/N! You’re making us breakfast!”

I nod my head and turn back to the pancake on the stove and flip it before it burns. Soon all of us are eating on the table. Once we finish our food, i tell jellybean to get dressed in a dress and I’ll be there to do her hair soon. At first she’s confused but her face lights up as if i told her she’s getting a puppy. “Y/N are you taking me to school today, for the mother and daughter thing?!”

I tell her yes and she runs to me and hugs me as she cries.

“JB, don’t cry! Please, then you’ll make me cry and then I’ll mess up my makeup!” i joke as i rub her back trying to get her to calm down.

Jellybean pulls away and runs to her room as she starts to pick out her dress. I turn to Jughead and tell him i need to go change into my dress, he tells me to change in his room while he cleans the kitchen. When I’m done with getting ready I let my hair down and just leave it natural, i walk to Jellybean’s room and find her ready. I Fix her hair as promised.. It takes time since she wanted me to make her a fishtale braid, while i was doing her hair she starts to talk.

“ Y/N/N, Juggie always tells me that he likes you a lot.”

“ And I like him too JB, he’s my best friend.” Jellybean laughs and shakes her head.

“ No! He likes you, like he likes you, likes you.. He always says that if there was one girl he would marry it would be you… Don’t tell Juggie i told you.” After her words I feel like i might just faint…

“Well JB… Don’t tell Juggie i said this but I would marry him too..” Jellybean laughs and nods her head while making a zipper motion on her mouth. When I’m done with her hair we  then walk out to the living room. When Jughead see’s us he walks towards us and picks up Jellybean and pulls me into a hug.

“My two favorite girls look breath-taking.”

Jellybean laughs and tells Jughead what i just told her not to say.

“Thank you Juggie! You should marry Y/N/N like you said you would, Y/N/N said she would marry you too.”

Jughead and I both say at the the same time “ I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL.”

Jellybean mumbles a “ oops” and jumps out of Jughead’s grip and walks away, leaving Jughead and I alone. We both look at each other waiting for one of us to break the silence, Jughead then grabs my face so fast, that before i could even blink he pushes his lips firmly against mine. Suddenly Jeallybean shouts saying that we’re going to be late.

I pull away from Jughead and kiss his cheek quickly and utter “ at least now we know we like each other.”  I grab my purse and walk out the door with Jeallybean…

Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 7

Characters: Derek Hale, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall, Werewolf!Stiles, Peter Hale, PackMom!Reader.

Yo sorry to keep jumping time but I kinda need to??? Also I should’ve just named this part baby food

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Max is seven months old. He’s trying to walk and it’s been incredible for you. On the other hand, no one has seen or spoken to Stiles in months. Things have improved with Derek immensely but you still deep down blame him for Stiles.

You put Max in the bouncer and sat down on the porch. You eventually found a house and now everyone has their own room. There’s even extra rooms. You were sitting in the porch swing Derek installed when your phone rang. “Hey.” You breathed out.

“I f- n-…pa-..-you…now.”

“You’re cutting out..I have absolutely no idea what you’re saying.”


“Yelling it at me doesn’t help.”

“rk-..need you.”

“The park?”


You hang up the phone and grab Max. You put him in the car seat and head to the park. You spot Derek sitting on the swings with someone. You grab Max and walk towards him.

“Stiles!?” You run the rest of the way, handing Max to Derek. You hug Stiles tightly. “Where have you been? I’ve missed you! Are you okay?”

“I know what I did was sucky and terrible but yeah. I was in San Diego and I’m fine.”

You kiss his cheek and sigh. “Thank God you’re back.” Max babbles and you look over at him, his dark curls spilling over his eyes and his brown eyes making your heart swell. He grins, his dimples showing.

“God, is that Max?” You nod and Stiles hold his hands out to him. Derek hands Max to him and Max giggles.

Derek pulls you to the side. “I was buying baby food and he just..showed up? I have no clue when he got here and I don’t have any details.”

“….well did you get the baby food?” You look up at him.

“No, I didn’t get the baby food. What’s wrong with you?”

You shrug, “I dunno, I sent you out for baby food.”

Derek looks at you oddly. You look back to Stiles and watch him interact with Max.

“This baby’s freaking amazing.” He laughs as Max makes little sounds.

“Thanks. Look I know you probably don’t want to talk about it but we will eventually have to address you going missing…and you need to talk to your dad.”

“Oh my dad knew where I was.”

“What?” You crossed your arms.

“Yeah, I told him.”

“Why don’t you come back to the house and we can talk.”


You arrive at the house, the pack waiting outside. Stiles gets out and everyone hugs him. You get Max out and follow him up to the porch.

“Where’s Derek?” Scott asks.

“Getting baby food.” You smile.

Everyone goes inside and catches up with Stiles. You leave them with Max so you can cook dinner. You hear Derek pull up and you smile. He walks in, an older man behind him. Your smile falls when you see him with no bags.

“Did you not get baby food?”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. My life is in shambles before your eyes and you want baby food?”

“Our kid needs to eat.” You say innocently.

“You’re such a dork.” He sighs. You glance into the living room and everyone is staring at you. “Y/N…this is my uncle Peter.” Your heart drops to your feet and a cold chill runs down your spine when he smiles at you.

He shakes your hand. “So you’re the famous Y/N. I wondered who was willing to raise a kid with this one. You must have low standards, as beautiful as you are.”

Derek throws a dirty look at Peter and you look at Lydia. She looks annoyed. She flips him off from behind him and you smile while giving her a stern look.

“Where is the little guy?” Derek gestures into the living room and Peter wanders into the room.

“What the hell?” You whisper.

Derek gives you a ‘what could I do’ gesture. “There I the baby food section…again and he just showed up.

You just stare at him.

“I’m going to have to go back again aren’t I?” You nod and he groans.

“Why is everything mysterious happening to us today? Also why am I the only one alarmed that Stiles just wandered off to San Diego and no one noticed?“

“I think everyone’s just shocked that he even came back.”

“Yeah..I just have a weird feeling.”

Derek crosses his arms and turns to look at Stiles. “Why?”

“Is Stiles ever this nice?”

Derek nods. “You’re right..let’s keep an eye on him.”

That night you were climbing into bed when Derek walked in. He had on sweatpants and an old high school t-shirt.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Is this code for..?”

He chuckles, “No not this time. I just wanted to hang out with you.”

You pull the sheets back. “Come on then.”

He gets in the bed and wraps his arms around you.

“You’re spooning me. This is not movie watching.” You laugh.

He presses his lips to yours. “It’s hanging out though.”

You smile “I think Peter has something to do with Stiles..not to ruin the adorable mood or anything.”

“Let’s worry about that tomorrow.” He sighs and kisses your forehead.

“Only if you kiss me again.” You smirk.

He smiles. “I think I can do that.”

Can’t Pretend | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes..

Requested by a LOT OF PEOPLE.

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Octavia, Lincoln.

Modern AU.

Word Count: 2439 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2) (3)

He wasn’t angry or indignant, his feelings went more to sadness and confusion. A little more to confusion. He wanted to understand, wanted to get things right with her, which seemed easy at first, since he knew where to find her. And it would have been easy if (Y/N) had appeared in the places where he looked for her.

Bellamy couldn’t find her in school, often he had waited for her in front of her locker, but she never showed up there, and he began to think that it might have to do with why Octavia started leaving home earlier to go to school. And maybe it had to do with the fact that (Y/N) stopped going to the Blake’s house to spend some time with Octavia. She was avoiding him, and he couldn’t exactly blame her, but he wanted to know what he had done wrong. What he had done to drive away the girl he liked, scratch that, the girl he loved.

Bellamy kept trying to talk to her for the next two weeks, until he heard that people had seen (Y/N) with another boy.  She had moved on quickly, maybe she really didn’t like him. So he tried to move on in the same way as she did, looking for someone else. Of course, that hadn’t been difficult for him. Several girls were there, waiting for Bellamy to notice them. And then he started to go out with them. Not one, not two, but a bunch of them, trying to fill the emptiness that (Y/N) had left in him, though he tried not to let it show how much she had affected him. But it didn’t go unnoticed, not by Octavia, she knew her brother well.

Octavia felt bad from the moment she had seen the hurt look in Bellamy’s eyes when her best friend broke up with him, but she couldn’t go back. (Y/N) was her support, half of the dynamic duo that they formed, and her friend’s relationship with her brother was destroying it, so that had to stop. Octavia thought that Bellamy would move on quickly, that (Y/N) had only been a crush. But soon she began to realize that she was wrong, very wrong.

On the one hand she had Bellamy, who was going out with many girls and obviously was bad, but hoping that no one noticed this, and on the other she had (Y/N), who was sad since the break up, and for whom Octavia was trying to arrange blind dates since then. Although (Y/N) had just agreed to do this after the second week, when her mood started to get better, but she hasn’t stayed with the same boy for a long time without giving up on him.

Not to mention their mood, which were constantly changing. Basically, Octavia had to put up with both being hell. So she needed to get the two of them together again. And that was what she was determined to do when she went to her brother for an afternoon.

“Hey.”she said as she sat down on the couch beside him.

“Hey.” he muttered back, his eyes still fixed on the TV screen.

“So…” she began, looking innocently at him. “Are you going to do something tomorrow?”

“No.” he looked at her laughing. “Why? Are you going to invite me on a date?

“Not with me.” she said, laughing back, receiving a confused look from Bellamy. “What about a date with (Y/N)?”

His body tensed when he heard the girl’s name being uttered. His dark eyes stared back at the TV screen. Octavia sighed when she realized she wouldn’t receive an answer from her brother, throwing her head back slightly.

“C’mon Bell.” he stared at her coldly. “I know you still like her and…”

“I don’t like her.” he cut her off. “And she doesn’t like me. So just leave us alone.”

Octavia just stared at her brother as he got up and headed for his bedroom. Maybe that would be harder than she’d expected. While she watched the random show that Bellamy was watching, she began to think of several ways of getting the two together in the same place. She could call (Y/N) to go to her house, Bellamy was always there. But… No, (Y/N) would know she’d have a chance to bump into Bellamy there and wouldn’t come.

She couldn’t tell (Y/N) that she was wanting to get them together again, she even imagined (Y/N)n getting angry with her. One hour you want me to date him, on another you want us to break up, make up your mind. Octavia sighed, throwing herself completely on the couch when someone came to her mind. Lincoln. His house was the only place where a discussion could happen without attracting some looks from another person. But of course, she would have to talk to Lincoln to see if he was okay with it. But she could leave it for later, first she had to figure out a way to get her brother and her best friend there. For (Y/N), Octavia didn’t take long to think, it wasn’t so difficult.

“Are you free tomorrow?” those were the first words Octavia said when she called (Y/N) later that day.

“It depends, what do you have in mind?” (Y/N) yawned on the other end of the line.

"There’s this boy…” Octavia began, being interrupted by a grunt from her friend. “I swear to you, he’s cool, he’s Lincoln’s friend, you can trust him.”

It took her some time to convince the girl to go to Lincoln’s house in the other day, where she and Octavia were supposed to meet Lincoln and (Y/N)’s date, although Octavia was sure that (Y/N) would only go because they would go to a restaurant. That girl. Her willingness to go was represented by the time she took to get ready the next day, which was a lot since she was practically crawling with laziness, while Octavia kept waiting for her in the living room.

Octavia took advantage of the fact that (Y/N) wasn’t there and picked up her cell phone, dialing her brother’s number. She had already managed to convince her friend to go to the planned place, now she needed to make sure that Bellamy would show up there. But her brother didn’t answer the call, making the girl having to leave a voice message for him.

"Bell, I’m at Lincoln’s.” she tried to sound as casual as she could. “We have some things to do, so I thought maybe I could spend the night here.”

If Bellamy were in his normal mood, his brother’s super protective sense would lead him to Lincoln’s house. At least that was what Octavia expected to happen. Not long afterward, (Y/N) returned to the living room, ready to leave, though she didn’t seem to be very excited for the night to come.

“It’s going to be fun, I promise.” Octavia said, reaching her hand for her friend to pick it up.

“You’d better be right.” (Y/N) replied, with a small smile on her face and accepting the girl’s hand, which led her out of the house.

The two of them walked to Lincoln’s house, which luckily wasn’t far from (Y/N)’s. The girl was starting to get excited for the night while Octavia invented things the four of them could do together.

“I’m so in for a miming game.” (Y/N) commented, making Octavia chuckle and nod.

“Sounds like your thing.”

Both of them arrived at the house, from which Octavia opened the door, letting her friend enter first and finding Lincoln in the room, which made the body of the Blake girl freeze. She had focused so much on ideas of how to make (Y/N) and Bellamy go to that house that she had forgotten to tell Lincoln about the plan.

The man was dressed in casual clothes, sitting in his chair, reading something. His gaze went to the two girls standing in the doorway, his expression getting confused within seconds.

“He’s not ready.” (Y/N) murmured in Octavia’s ear.

“It happens a lot.” she answered with a nervous laugh, taking a few steps in front of (Y/N) to try to signal something to Lincoln. “You keep forgetting our dates.“

Lincoln looked from one to the other, holding the urge to ask what was happening when he saw the desperate look Octavia was sending him.

"I completely forgot.” he tried not to let the uncertainty appear in his voice, leaving his book on the coffee table that stood there and standing. “I’ll get dressed, I guess.”

“No, it’s okay.” Octavia nodded, looking more relieved. “You know what? You look great in this outfit, just stay like this.”

(Y/N) glanced suspiciously at her friend. Octavia had pretty much forced her to dress up, why didn’t he have to do that too? She just tried to ignore it as Lincoln sat down again.

“What about my date?” she asked.

“He’ll probably be here soon.” Octavia said, hurrying back to close the door and pushing (Y/N) gently closer toward the couch. “Sit while we wait.”

They sat down. The next few seconds were filled with uncomfortable silence as Octavia glanced at the door, which caught (Y/N)’s attention slightly, but she only pulled it away from her mind and turned to Lincoln.

“So, how’s your friend?”

Octavia was ready to intervene, so her boyfriend wouldn’t have to answer when she noticed the noise of a car stopping near the house, making the girl smile.

“I think your date just arrived.” she said, turning her gaze to the door again.

Suddenly, Bellamy burst in, looking furiously around the room. His furious gaze, however, became confused to see a smiling Octavia, a super confused Lincoln and a (Y/N), who seemed to be beginning to understand what was going on there. Bellamy kept eye contact with (Y/N) for a few seconds until he spoke again.

“Is this your idea?” he asked the girl, who shook her head.

“I’m confused as you are.” she replied, turning her head to Octavia, who raised her arms in surrender.

“Of course it was me.” she said, earning a glare from Bellamy.

“I told you I didn’t want to talk to her.” (Y/N)’s heart clenched a little at his words.

“Let’s settle this now.” Octavia pulled (Y/N) and brought her closer to Bellamy. “You two like each other and both of you have been hell since you broke up. Can’t you guys just make up?”

“No.” he replied, causing (Y/N) to look down at her hands. “It wasn’t me who broke up with her.”

Octavia looked at her friend, encouraging her to respond. (Y/N) didn’t feel the courage to talk about it, but she sighed, looking back at the boy, who cut her off when she was about to speak.

“You didn’t even give me a reason for that.” his eyes carried the hurt, sadness and disappointment that the girl had tried to avoid looking weeks ago. “I don’t even know what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” she murmured, feeling her voice getting stuck in her throat.

“I get it.” he nodded slowly. “You just didn’t feel the same, I get that.”

“Is not it.”

Bellamy groaned in frustration. “So what is (Y/N)? How cannot be it?” his voice began to rise. “You told me you didn’t like me that day, don’t start with shit.” (Y/N) finally felt the courage began to grow in her.

“I lied, okay? I didn’t want to say anything of what I said that day.” she took a deep breath. "I lied.”

Bellamy spent a few seconds looking at her, as if to analyze if this time she was speaking the truth. He nodded slightly.

“Why did you lie?” his voice broke a little. “I loved you, dammit! You knew that. Why did you decide to lie to me? I needed you.”

(Y/N) glanced quickly at Octavia, who already had her eyes fixed on the girl, slightly shaking her head. (Y/N) sighed and turned to face Bellamy, who was waiting patiently for an answer.

"The reason doesn’t matter now.” she said, causing him to roll his eyes. “What really matters is: do you still need me?”

Bellamy let out a low chuckle and (Y/N) felt her heart clench. The answer would be no. He must hate her now. But the words that came from his mouth made her body vibrate with relief.

Love, I have wounds only you can mend.” he quoted one of the phrases of her favorite song, making her give him a big smile. “What about you?” his face was serious again. “What do you feel for me? The truth this time.”

I guess that’s love, I can’t pretend.” (Y/N) replied, making Bellamy smile back at her.

The two of them stared at each other for a few seconds, just enjoying looking into each other’s eyes, before Bellamy discreetly approached her, placing his hands on her waist. (Y/N) put her hands around his neck, feeling the boy’s hair touching her skin. A few more seconds passed with they staring at each other when Bellamy crashed his lips against hers. (Y/N) had missed his soft lips touching her in the sweet way that only he knew how to do. In the background she could hear Octavia clapping and encouraging Lincoln to do the same. Poor guy. He shouldn’t be understanding anything.

“My couple.” Octavia hugged them both, making them break the kiss, and then ran to Lincoln’s side, causing the couple to chuckle.

"But seriously…” Bellamy said, making (Y/N) turn to him again. “Why did you lie?”

The girl opened her mouth, trying to make an excuse, but she couldn’t think of anything, turning to Octavia for support.

“Ok.” Octavia laughed nervously. “I convinced her to break up with you.”

It was impossible to define exactly the expression that Bellamy had on his face. Maybe confusion, maybe indignation, maybe nothing at all. But it certainly wasn’t happiness.


"I kind of got a little jealous from the proximity of you two.” It was clear now. It was indignation mixed with a bit of anger. “But I saw that I was wrong okay? That’s why I brought you two here. You’re kind of the OTP of my life.”

Bellamy was about to say something when (Y/N) sank against his body, taking advantage of the warmth he exuded, making him squeeze her against him while he gave Octavia thumbs up, causing the girl to smile widely. Lincoln, who now seemed to have understood what was happening, let out a chuckle and said something, catching everyone’s attention.

“God bless Octavia Blake.”


Insomnia - Roman Reigns

Originally posted by vaniwin

Prompts: #9 “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?” & #14 “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

Authors note: So here I am, 7am, after waking up at 4am, unable to sleep when I have to be up in an hour for work. This is what came of it. If there are typos, I apologize. I’ll fix them later today!

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It was nearing 4am and there you were, wide awake in bed. You have had insomnia in the past, but all of that seemed to go away when your boyfriend of a year, Roman Reigns, moved in with you a few months ago.

There was just something comforting knowing that he was right next to you should you need anything.

But you had a big interview tomorrow, which you had to be up for at 8am, and you liked your sleep so only getting 4 hours of sleep would seriously mess with your mood and interview.

After checking the time, you shifted in your sleep, turning over to your side with a huff. The frustration was building with every second that passed.

That earned a groan from Roman, who had his arm wrapped around you, but you shrugged it off. He mumbled something that was inaudible, you figured he was talking in his sleep, but he repeated himself.

“Can’t sleep?”

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Valentine's Surprise

A/N: A little PWP for Valentine’s Day, left until the very last minute, but I hope not too late for @loveinpanem. I didn’t even give @peetabreadgirl or @xerxia31 enough time to beta it properly, so all mistakes are my own.

Rated E, NSFW.

Peeta Mellark paced softly around the perimeter of his classroom, peering over his students’ shoulders in the sun-dappled studio where they perched on stools in front of their easels, transferring the still life in front of them to canvas. Their subject matter was non-traditional, but Peeta had allowed them to choose it for themselves, thinking it would hold their interest for longer than the usual bowl of fruit or vase of flowers. The focus on a realistic depiction of the arrangement in front of them remained the same, even if the objects consisted of an iPhone, a set of earbuds, a water bottle and a clutch of grocery store daisies plonked unceremoniously into a cup usually used for rinsing paint brushes.

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anonymous asked:

can you do a valentines day fic where tyler proposes? thanks so much!! love u tay :)

sorry this is a day late, buuuut here you go!  


The thought comes to him when he’s over at Josh’s, the two of them are sitting around playing Mario Kart and gorging on ungodly amounts of food.  Y/N was working late, so the two of them decided to spend the night together instead.  Tyler’s not sure how they had ended up eating an entire pizza already, but it’s not like he minds.

The thought comes right out of the blue, and it’s natural that just after Tyler’s done beating Josh at another round, he turns to him and says, “Is it corny to propose on Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes, extremely corny,” Josh says robotically, eyes glued to the screen. He must not have fully realized what Tyler had asked because it takes him a few moments to turn to him with wide eyes and say, “Wait… What?  Propose? Are you thinking of proposing? To Y/N? On Valentine’s Day? Like next week?”

“Why not?” Tyler shrugs, turning back to click for the next game.

“Why not? Tyler, you can’t just do something this big on a whim. Have you thought about it? Have you two talked about it at all? This is a big step, Ty. Like a huge step. A massive step. You can’t propose unless you’re totally sure about it.”

“I love Y/N. And she loves me. We have talked about it. I mean, not like seriously or anything. But we’ve mentioned that we want to get married one day. And I just thought why can’t that day be now?” Tyler says, shrugging.

“I’m not saying not to do it, Ty. I’m saying that you have to give this some thought. Marriage is the real deal. You know, ’till death do you part, and all that.  I don’t want you to jump into anything and then regret it,” Josh says, pausing the game and tugging on Tyler’s arm, forcing him to turn and look at him.

Tyler does turn, only to be met with concerned brown eyes and furrowed brows. He sighs, rubbing his face, because Josh is right. This is a big step, and maybe he should think more about it.

But all he can think about is waking up every morning, arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist. Leaving little kisses on her neck and cheek as sunlight filters through the blinds. Having coffee together in the kitchen. Watching as she reads the paper and distracting her by pressing his lips to the soft spot behind her ear. And things would be exactly the same, because that’s what they do now, except it’ll be totally different because she would have a ring on her finger, and that meant something.

“I really want this, Josh. Like, you’re right. I haven’t really thought about it. But it’s just. I think she’s the one. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. Ever. It feels right, you know?”

Josh nods seriously, but then he’s pulling Tyler into his arms, embracing him in a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you, Ty. I think I’m gonna cry. Oh my God, I’m definitely gonna cry at your wedding. Just tears the whole time. Can I be your best man? Do you have a ring? You need to get a ring. What kind of ring do you propose with? I don’t think she’s really a flashy, diamonds kind of girl but –“

Tyler laughs, pushing Josh away. “Josh, chill. We have a week to figure this stuff out, don’t worry.”

“You’re not really gonna propose on Valentine’s Day are you?” Josh groans. “That is like really cheesy, Tyler. And this is coming from me.”

“Why not?” Tyler smiles.

Tyler and Josh spend the next week busy with proposal preparations. They find a ring, a simple band in white gold with a small stone that Tyler knows she’ll love. It’s a bit pricey, but Tyler’s got some money saved up and it’s definitely worth it.  She’s worth it.

And thanks to Josh, who pulls a few strings, Tyler gets a reservation at the fanciest restaurant in town.  One that’s usually impossible to get into on a regular day. Josh, being the social butterfly that he is, talks to a friend of his who works there and assures Tyler that he and Y/N will have the best table in the place.

When Y/N’s in class one day, Tyler visits the café that he and Y/N went to on their first date and frequented all through school. He asks them to keep the tiramisu that the two of them shared that day on stock. The owner’s a little annoyed, because she doesn’t even have the desert on her menu anymore, but Tyler brings out his sappy, puppy dog eyes and tells her that he’s going to be proposing to Y/N. Her eyes soften immediately because she’s always had a sweet spot for Y/N and her quiet nature, and she agrees with a small sigh and smile.

There’s a lot of sneaking around while Tyler and Josh get the little surprises ready. Tyler has a hard time even looking at Y/N, because every time he does, he gets a warm bubbly feeling in his stomach and he just wants to jump her and smother her with kisses and propose right then and there.

Tyler’s always been in love with her – possibly from the very first day that she introduced herself with a shy, sleepy smile during an Art History class that Tyler didn’t even originally want to take.  After that day, he started looking forward to it every week though. That same feeling has intensified by an immeasurable amount now.  It takes almost all of Tyler’s effort not to tell Y/N what he’s planning because he wants to tell everyone. He wants the whole world to know that he loves Y/N and he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.

It’s hard keeping secrets from her because truth-be-told, Tyler’s a terrible liar and Y/N hates secrets. Whenever she asks him where Tyler’s sneaking off to with Josh all the time, Tyler just smiles and tries to change the subject. It works at first, but by the end of the week, Y/N just scowls and pouts.

Monday night, Tyler comes home to their shared apartment elated. He and Josh had just been out finishing the last part of the proposal plan. They got a bottle of Y/N’s favorite wine, and then drove out to a park that she and Tyler always took walks in.  They hid the wine, along with two glasses and a blanket, in the nook of the tree under which Tyler had first kissed Y/N for the first time, lips chapped and hands shaking with nerves. Their original plan was to put the ring there too, but Tyler decided it was too risky. He didn’t want it to get lost or stolen or eaten by squirrels or something.

Tyler’s elated by all the excitement because everything feels so real now. He’s going to be proposing. Tomorrow. It’s one of the biggest moments of his life so far, and he’s absolutely off the walls, half-freaking out, half buzzing about it.

When he gets in, Tyler finds Y/N in front of the television, flipping through channels mindlessly. He takes off his shoes and goes to snuggle up to her on the couch, feeling warm and happy inside.

“What you watching, babe?” He asks, smiling and placing a kiss on her shoulder.

“Nothing,” she mumbles, finally settling on one of those home-improvement shows, always a solid go-to when nothing else was on.

“Did you take off tomorrow like I asked?” Tyler asks, wrapping his arm around her on the couch, she coils into his side almost automatically.

“I did. What exactly are we doing tomorrow?”

“Anything you want in the morning, but I’ve got something planned for the evening,” Tyler says. He frowns when he hears her let out a heavy sigh. “Is something wrong?”

“No, just surprised you bothered to make plans. Thought you would just be doing something with Josh again. You’ve definitely been spending more time with him than with me lately,” she grumbles, eyes glued to Property Brothers on the screen.

“What? Are you jealous?” Tyler asks, twisting around with a teasing smile on his face.

“Jesus, Tyler. No, I’m not jealous of Josh,” she snaps, pushing Tyler away. The gesture’s not very forceful, but it still sort of stings.

“Then what’s wrong?” he frowns, trying to move closer to her. She responds by leaning further against the couch and away from Tyler. “Babe, come on. Don’t be like this. It’s the night before Valentine’s Day. I just want to cuddle and watch TV with you.”

“Exactly, Ty. It’s right before Valentine’s Day, and what have you been doing? Avoiding me. Spending time with Josh. Barely talking to me. You know I hate it when you keep things from me,” she says, eyes focused on a loose thread in the hem of her t-shirt.

Tyler sighs, his happy mood from before dissipating quickly. “It’s nothing, babe. If you really have to know, I’ve been avoiding you because I’ve been planning something special for tomorrow and I just didn’t want to accidentally let it slip to you. Josh’s been helping me with everything. I just wanted tomorrow to be perfect. Please don’t be mad.”

“Yeah, whatever, Tyler. I think I’m just gonna go to bed,” she grumbles, getting up and leaving him alone on the couch.

Tyler groans, head thrown back in frustration. This is definitely not how he planned for things to go tonight. There was absolutely no reason for her to be this angry.

He sits there for a while longer, watching but not really paying much attention to the show. When he thinks he’s given Y/N enough time to cool down, Tyler turns off the television and heads to their shared bedroom.

Y/N’s snuggled on her side of the bed, eyes closed and facing away from where Tyler usually is. Her breathing is even but Tyler can tell she’s not really asleep. He decides not to say anything, and instead strips down to his boxers, getting into his side of the bed. He would usually cuddle against her, an arm around her waist while they’re pressed together, front to back or chest or chest. Tonight Tyler just leaves her be, choosing to face her and watch as she finally does drift into sleep.

In the morning, Tyler wakes to find Y/N curled into his side, head nuzzled on his chest. Her whole body feels like a furnace, she’s blazing hot, making Tyler uncomfortably warm. He frowns, moving back the hair that’s stuck to her forehead. Tyler’s not positive, but he thinks she might be running a fever.

“Babe. Babe, wake up,” He whispers, shaking her body gently. Usually Y/N’s a pain to get up, but she awakens fairly quickly with a moan, burying her face farther in Tyler’s chest.

“No,” she grumbles, “I don’t want to. Everything hurts,” she complains before being attacked by a fit of coughing.

“I think you’re sick, babe,” Tyler says, wrapping his arms around her, running a hand over her back soothingly.

“Really, Ty. I wouldn’t have guessed. Thank you for that.”

Tyler sighs. Y/N’s always insufferable when she’s sick. Whiny and moody and just in a terrible temper. If she was feeling half as bad yesterday as he can tell she does now, Tyler understands why her mood was so sour. “I’m gonna go make you some tea, babe. I’ll be right back.”

She goes to say something but is stopped by another wave of coughs. She chooses to instead groan in response. Tyler kisses her softly on the forehead before slipping out of bed.

Grabbing a t-shirt off the floor, Tyler runs off to the kitchen. He prepares a cup of tea exactly how he knows she likes when she’s feeling under the weather and also soaks a washcloth in cool water before returning to the bedroom.

The flu’s been going around for a while now, so Tyler really shouldn’t be all that surprised that Y/N’s gotten sick. He’s upset though because this means all his plans are ruined, but he’s more concerned just seeing her in this state. Tyler hates when Y/N’s sick, not only because she tends to get extremely moody, but because she’s just so miserable, and there’s really nothing he can do about it.

When he returns, he finds her curled into a ball on her side. Her breathing is heavy and it sounds a bit congested and Tyler really wants to wrap her up in a bunch of blankets and make sure she’s cozy and comfortable.

“I brought your tea, babe,” Tyler says, placing the cup on the bedside table and getting back into bed.

“I’m too hot for tea,” she mumbles grumpily.

Tyler rolls his eyes and tugs on her arm, watching her uncurl from her fetal position and roll closer to him. He puts the washcloth on Y/N’s forehead, and he hears her sigh out in relief.

They lay there for a bit longer, Y/N with her eyes closed, and just when Tyler think she’s fallen back asleep, she says, “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Tyler hums in agreement. “That it is.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m sick.”

“Yes you are,” Tyler says, scooting just a bit closer to her and wrapping an arm around her.

“It’s Valentine’s Day and I can’t kiss you because I’m sick and I don’t want you to get sick.”

There’s a beat of silence while Tyler just listens to her breathing.

“I’m sorry that I was being such a bundle of dicks last night,” she says softly, intertwining her fingers with Tyler’s.

He squeezes her hand gently. “It’s okay. You weren’t feeling well. And I probably shouldn’t have been keeping things from you. I know you don’t like secrets.”

“You were just trying to make Valentine’s Day special. And I ruined it. By being a dick. And getting sick.” She coughs a few more times. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, babe,” Tyler says, kissing her cheek, lips to burning-hot skin.

They continue to lay there, tangled up in each other. Tyler’s getting really warm again, but it’s nothing they haven’t done before, intertwined to help the other sweat out the fever.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks, looking up at Tyler.

“Of course.”

“What did you have planned for tonight? Cause I’m pretty sure that whatever it is, I won’t be able to participate in it in this state. But I want to know,” she says, biting down on her chapped, bottom lip.  She looks sort of nervous, and Tyler knows he actually does feel guilty for being upset last night.

“Well we were gonna go out to dinner at that restaurant you like, the one on the corner by Mark’s.  And then dessert at the café we used to go to.  Picnic in the park where we had our first kiss. There’s a bottle of wine hidden in that tree.  The one you carved our initials into, even though I told you it was totally corny to do something like that,” he lets out a shaky laugh. “There’s probably a bunch of drunk squirrels wandering around by now,” Tyler says, smiling when Y/N giggles.

“Anything else?” she asks.

Tyler bites his lip hesitantly.  He wants to tell her. So badly. Maybe he doesn’t need to take her on some elaborate date to propose to her. Maybe this moment is okay too.

Somehow, Tyler’s never felt as in love as he does at that moment. After all these years, he’s still falling more in love every day. Even when Y/N is sick and sweaty, all Tyler can do is think about kissing her and make her feel better. And maybe that’s what that phrase really refers to. In sickness and in health. Tyler wants to be with her every single second, not only until she’s feeling healthier, but forever.

“Yeah, actually there was one more thing,” Tyler says. “Hold on.”

He’s made his decision. His heart is pounding fast as he gets out of bed, walking to the closet. Y/N watches curiously from the sheets as Tyler takes a small velvet box out of his coat pocket. Tyler puts it in his hand before climbing into bed again.

“I was going to give you this,” he says, opening the box slowly.

The ring is sitting surrounded in a dark, ruby red cloth, glinting in the dim light of Y/N’s bedside table. Her eyes widen as she takes the tiny velvet box from Tyler’s hands. “Ty, is this –“

“Y/N,” Tyler says, taking the ring out, “will you marry me?”

There’s a moment of silence and Tyler think his heart stops because for a split second he’s afraid she’s going to say no. But then she’s outstretching her hand, indicating for Tyler to slip it on.  He does, but then he’s being pushed back on the bed, his face being peppering with kisses, and Tyler doesn’t care if she’s sick, he takes her face between his hands and slots their mouths together in a long, deep kiss. Tyler feels her tongue slide into his mouth, and dammit he’s going to get so sick later, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s definitely taking this all as a yes.

She pulls away first because she’s becomes overwhelmed with a fit of coughs. Tyler pats her back gently, then pulls her in close, waiting for her to catch her breath again.

“I can’t believe you proposed to me on Valentine’s Day,” she laughs after settling down. “That’s so cheesy, Ty. Even for you.”

“Shut up. You still said yes. That was a yes, right?”

“Of course it was,” she says, placing one last kiss to Tyler’s lips. “Did you really think I’d say anything different?”


The next person Anita contacts is Joël. She sends him a text saying that she’s going back to the house to pick up some things, including a change of clothes for Jared. Okay, answers Joël, that’s cool, I might have sort of promised to take Jared to McDonald’s on the way home, anyway…

It’s a buoyant spring afternoon, the sort of day that makes Anita wish she was roaring along the sun-drenched roads in a sleek convertible, hair in a scarf, retro cats-eye sunglasses bobbing jauntily in the rear vision mirror. Jamiroquai spills from the stereo. Anita hums as she drives, her conversation with Saffy banished from her mind, her mood soaring as high and free as the birds on the horizon. She will ask Joël tomorrow if he wants to start looking for a house. She is guilty in the past of having been blind and weak and stubborn and selfish, but that has all changed now. She has been given something rare and beautiful, a second chance. She will not squander such a precious gift!

She parks the car in its usual spot in the driveway and gets out and checks the letterbox. Jim’s Golf Club has written to tell him his annual membership subscription is due. Morons. She tosses the envelope in the bin. A car horn sounds. She turns around slowly, knowing exactly who it is. 

George has pulled up in his unmarked white Camry.

He gets out and slams the door, hard. She faces him with her hands on her hips.  

Anita: George, for goodness sake. Did you follow me here?

Sweet Home Sioux Falls Pt 4: Drunks Say the Darndest Things

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Reader x OC

Words: 7200ish (so much drama in one part)

Warnings: Manipulative Relationship, Swearing, Drinking, Fighting (More under the cut by the tags- don’t want to spoil!)

Summary: (Very loosely based off of Sweet Home Alabama) Years after you left your old life to start a new and “better” one in New York City, your now-fiance decides that it’s time to meet your father, Bobby Singer, which unfortunately avalanches into him meeting all your friends, family, and your not-so-ex-husband Dean Winchester.

A/N: Remember, guys, the timeline is all out of wack. Basically everyone’s alive and Dean never went to Purgatory. Also, the reader’s current relationship is based off of a manipulative relationship I was in. The attitude and thoughts the reader has after she fights with Patrick? Yeah, that’s not healthy. So if you can relate to her relationship, please please please step back and analyze yours. It may not be as happy and healthy as you think. Always here to talk, listen, and share my experience if anyone needs to hear it <3 Feedback is, as always, much appreciated!



You slammed the door to Patrick’s Prius shut and stared at the bar in front of you. The familiar rotting wood and crooked “Roadhouse” sign stared down at you almost menacingly. Nothing like standing face-to-face with a past you vowed to leave behind.

This was where you had your first beer, hung up your first hunting souvenir, and even where you held your wedding reception. How romantic.

You could almost clearly remember Dean kicking down the front door, both of you hammered and your dress slightly ripped from your groom being unable to keep his hands off you. You remember stumbling into Sam and him telling you he’s so glad he got the chance to call you his sister before everything went down. The night was full of cheerful somber, as everyone drank to ignore the fact that Sam was planning to fall headfirst into Hell’s pit in just a couple of days.

Sam had forced you and Dean to get hitched before his fated sacrifice arrived, begging to let him witness it and just have one last day with his family before it all ended for him.

After the day he fell into the pit, you and Dean drank yourself to the floor for months until finally setting up the apple pie life Sam had made you two promise to pursue. The civilian lifestyle only lasted half a year or so, ending right when a soulless Sam came strolling up to your doorstep.

Then you fought for his soul, Castiel betrayed the three of you, Leviathans poured into Earth, Sam went crazy, Castiel returned, the mother of monsters came to earth, you became…

Before you could think back to what changed you and Dean forever, a ring from your cellphone startled you from your thoughts. 

You quickly pulled it from your pocket and smiled at your fiancé’s name lighting up your phone. You turned away from the inevitable confrontation in the bar and  pressed the answer button.

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A/N: Hey everyone, it’s savvy!dean here bringing you just a little something to get you through the week.

It was the same thing every evening. You’d lock up the store, grab your jacket, and tell Dean goodbye. He’d send you a wave from underneath whatever car he was working on and you’d head home, wishing you had the courage to say more. To do more.

But tonight your boss had you work late to restock air fresheners. Ridiculous. You could have waited until tomorrow but he was in a bad mood and wanted it done tonight.

When the last one was finally in place, you stood, stretched, and walked to the garage. A classic rock song played softly on the radio. You spotted Dean’s boots sticking out from under the car.

“Hey,” you said, taking a step closer.

His body jerked. You heard a loud thud and then a muffled curse.

Stifling laughter, you watched as he rolled out from under the car. But when he sat up, a smudge of grease on his cheek, your throat dried.

“I didn’t know you were still here,” Dean said, rubbing his head. “Gary made you stay late?”

“Of course. Those air fresheners aren’t going to stock themselves.”

He rolled his eyes and stood. At his full height, he towered over you. That was one of the first things you’d noticed about Dean three months ago when he’d shown up in the shop out of nowhere and asked for a job. You didn’t know where he came from, only that there was an instant moment of attraction the second you saw him–and he’d been avoiding you ever since.

“So…” You shifted awkwardly from one foot to the next, trying not to stare at the veins in his forearms when he wiped his hands on a rag from his pocket. “I’m going to head out.”

“You can’t,” he said immediately.

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean, it’s dark out. You shouldn’t go alone.” He walked to the desk next to you to grab another rag. “I can walk you to your car.”

Warmth filled your stomach. You opened your mouth automatically to decline even though you wanted to be near him as long as possible. But then he looked up and his eyes locked on yours. His strong hands stilled on the rag.

“I want you to be safe,” he said.

“I…I usually walk home. It’s only a few blocks.”

He shook his head. “It’s dangerous.”

“I do it almost everyday.”

“In the light. But at night…” He glanced away but I didn’t miss the haunted look in his eyes. “It’s dangerous.”

“Dean,” you whispered. “What happened to you?”

His jaw clenched. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He looked back at you, determination on his face. “Like I said, it’s dangerous. If you got hurt…”

Your heart clutched. What was he saying? Did this mean he actually cared?

“Dean,” you start, breathless.

His eyes captured your again and he moved another step closer, making your heart race. “Listen, I know I’ve been keeping my distance, Y/N. That doesn’t mean I don’t see you.”

“I see you, too.”

A muscle worked in his jaw. Like he was fighting a losing battle. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, like I said. And you…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me. At least not right now. But don’t…don’t shut me out forever.”

He swallowed and took another step so that the toes of his boots were touching the tips of your sneakers.

“Y/N,” Dean whispered.

Your heart beat wildly against your chest, dying for him to make the first move.

“Dammit,” he said, tossing the rag on the desk. And then he yanked you into his arms.

His mouth captured yours in one swoop while your mind blurred with shock and desire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, making a low moan of pleasure in your throat. Dean pressed you back against the wall, holding you captive while he slid his tongue along your bottom lip.

“You keep getting under my skin,” he said, breath warm on your lips.

Your knees almost buckled at the feel of it. “You’ve been under my skin since the first day you walked in here.”

His eyes clouded with memories. “I don’t want to think about that. Any of it.”

You reached up to brush your fingers on his cheek, and his eyes shut briefly in response. “You don’t have to. Not right now.”

“I want to get out of here. Get a drink. Eat. Spend time with you.”

Your heart leaped with happiness. Yes. Yes. That was exactly what you wanted. What you’d been waiting for.

“Then let’s get out of here,” you said, well aware he wasn’t moving an inch. His body still pinned yours to the wall.

He leaned in, forehead resting against yours just briefly. “Thanks for understanding.”

“You’re welcome.”

Then he pulled back, took your hand and guided you to the front door. He grabbed your jacket to help you put it on and then took your hand again to lead you outside.

“Stay close,” he murmured, his shoulder brushing yours.

You nodded. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tom Holland x Medical Student (Part 2)

I hope you enjoyed the first part. Here is part 2 ;). Tell me your thoughts. plus, I’m sorry for the stupid mistakes. I always see them after I post the story. ^^

Part 1

Part 2

After Tom left time flew. Soon I was leaving the hospital through the same doors that Tom exited the building. My mind keeps going back to our goodbyes that we shared a few hours ago. The drive home was the usual. Entering my apartment, I threw my jacket and bag on the couch and went to the kitchen. It was 8 p.m. I still need to eat something and get ready for my friend’s party. I wanted to text my friend for the address of the club or bar that we are going. However, I find myself on google searching for something I might regret afterwards. Tom Holland is written on the search bar. I bite my lip, I really want to look him up, but I don’t want to at the same time. Before I can think it over again I press on the search button. I heart is racing, I feel like a teenager that is hiding some nasty secret of her parents, I am officially going insane. Soon pictures of those familiar brown eyes pop on my phone’s screen. My heart melting away. The google page revealing the latest news of the actor’s life.

Tom Holland injured

Spiderman rushed into the ER

There were some very dramatic statements of some journals telling that Tom had a near death experience. I laughed a little. Then I scroll and see his twitter.

Tom Holland

I am alright guys, just got some stitches ;) thanks for worrying though

3h ago


Tom Holland

[Posts pic of him and Harrison]

I wanted to be the first to congratulate my mate for his newest role in Spiderman 2. You are going to be a great Harry. ;) we got to celebrate that, see you later.

1h ago

Y/N you need to stop stalking this dude. I put my phone away, closing my eyes I exhale in frustration. Wait, why was I on my phone? As I remember my friend texts me and giving me the address of the club. I put the address into google maps, my eyes widen when I realize where we are going tonight. I dial the number of my friend.

“What’s up, Y/N?”

“Did you send me the right address?”
“umm, yeah. Why would I send you the wrong address, duhh?”

“That club is really expensive and celebrities attend that place all the time, how were you able to get reservations in such an exclusive place?!”

“I have my contacts, darling. good thing that you’ve heard of that place. You need to wear something really nice tonight” she uses her ‘oh so very seductive voice’ to mock me and laughs afterwards

“haha, yeah. Let’s see what I’ll wear. See ya later.”

I open my closet and stare at my wardrobe. “Yeah, well shit…” I don’t have anything that is like really fancy. Suddenly, I remember that I do have a black dress from two or three years ago. I put it on and take a look at myself, it does still fit maybe it’s a little shorter now, but nothing too tragic. My makeup is pretty simple nothing too extravagant, since I’m not really in the mood to go out tonight. Putting my heels on, I call a cab that takes me to the club. I absolutely loathed entering a club alone, it’s a socially very awkward moment in my opinion. At the entrance there were two lines one that was endlessly long and another one that was pretty short because it was for private guests. My friends were already inside it was already 11 p.m. if I had to go to the end of the endless line I’d never get in. My phone starts ringing.


“Y/N where are you?!” I hear my friend shouting from the other end of the line. Loud music in the background

“I’m here outside of the club, but there is an endless line, I’m never going to get in.” I confess to her. Getting ready for nothing, yay. Who doesn’t love that.

“What if you try to enter through the other entrance, you know the line for the VIPs.”

“I-I don’t know… What if I get in trouble…?” I reply chewing my nail, terrible habit of mine. I pace around near the entrance.

“C’mon don’t be such a chicken” she was very persistent.

“If I get in jail or end up somewhere you come and find me, though!”

she laughs, “you are so dramatic, just try. I’m going towards the entrance to help you out with the security guys”

“or I could get you in. I mean you helped me out today and I got to return the favour, right. What do you say about that doctor?”, a familiar voice says from behind me interrupting my phone call. My heart stops for a second. No way. I turn around slowly revealing Tom Holland in a suit. Oh hell no this should be forbidden. My mouth drops open in disbelief.

“Tom”, I gasped, “w-what are you doing here?”

his grin is merciless and I hate him for that. He is making me all nervous. And when Y/N gets nervous she starts talking like a waterfall.

“Well, my friend and I are celebrating tonight. He landed a role in a very important movie.”

“Oh so that’s what you meant by ‘see you later’. He got the part in the next Spiderman mov-“ OH SHIT. Before I could think of what I was saying it was far too late. I just basically told him that I’ve been stalking him. My cheeks turn red and I start stuttering. He first gave me a weird look, but it soon turned into one of those smirks that says ‘so you were thinking about me’. I want to disappear right now.

All of a sudden there were the paparazzi around the corner, shouting and screaming for Tom.

“Umm, so do you mind if we get inside?” he says looking at the paparazzi giving them a tight smile. He puts a hand on my lower back to lead me inside.

Inside the music was blasting. I walk in front of Tom, right after the entrance I see my friend. Waving and calling her name she comes towards me. She looks at me, but the closer we get she gets her eyes on Tom. And honestly, I do not like how she’s looking at him.

“Y/N! you made it! I was right about to get you!” she explains in a very exaggerated manner. She was talking more to Tom than to me, but okay.

“Yeah, Umm, Y/F/N this is Tom. He helped me out.” I reply awkwardly making a weird hand gesture. “Tom this is my friend, Y/F/N”

“Y/N you didn’t tell me you knew Spiderman himself. How did you meet him?” Y/F/N continues flirting

“I-I actu-“ I try to explain and get interrupted by Mr. Tom Holland himself. I look over at him annoyed now.

“Actually,…”, he came closer and put a hand on my waist, I was all hot again, what the hell is he trying to do, “we met a while back and Y/N and I had to keep this whole thing a secret. You know privacy and media don’t get along well.”, he lied as if it was the most natural thing ever.

“Wait, ARE YOU GUYS LIKE TOGETHER?” my friend scoffed in disbelief. Geez, thanks? But I’m startled too. I mean I know guys don’t usually want to date me and that I’ve never been in a serious relationship before, but her reaction did kind of hurt a little. Nevertheless, I was shocked and it was one of those moments where, if I had a drink and I’d be drinking it I’d be spitting it out right now.

I laugh hysterically. “Yeah, no, no…” I tell her shaking my head.

“Well, no, we are not a couple, but we are dating or starting at least”, he admitted. What a big fat liar!

“Y/F/N can you hold that thought for a second. I need to talk with my almost boyfriend slash superhero.” I take Tom’s hand and head to a part that is more private. Fury the only thing that keeps me going right now.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”, I shout at him.

“I thought it’d be fun to see your reaction.”, he confessed with a grin, “I’m sorry I put you through that”

“I can see it in your eyes. Mr. ‘I’m so sorry’, you aren’t sorry at all.”

“Touché, your friend was flirting way too obvious and I thought it would be amusing to see her all shocked that we’d be a thing. Plus, what kind of friend hits on someone else’s guy.” he laughs and his laughter is contagious because in that moment I realize how silly this is.

“Don’t tell me that you weren’t a little annoyed by how obvious she was trying to get into my pants.”, there was a challenge in his voice. The ‘laughing’ mood was turning into something more serious. I look away my cheeks turning a deep red.

“i-I guess it did bother me a little…” I shrug and he smiles in satisfaction.

“So, Y/N. Do you want to go back to your friend? And if you want to tell her the truth I’ll tell her that I was trying to prank her. No worries.”

“No, w-wait don’t tell her. Let’s keep it our little secret for tonight. I’ll tell her tomorrow morning that it was all a joke”, I admit biting my lower lip giving him a weak smile.

“okay, as you wish doc.” He smiles at me giving me a wink. “let’s head back” he offers me his arm that I take gladly.

The rest of the night was really fun. I danced with Tom and we had a drink together. His friend Harrison was a total sweetheart and we all had a blast. The next morning, I was woken up by the sunlight entering my room. I rub my eyes. What time is it? I get up and have a breakfast. Today I had to get some stuff done since it was my free day. I put some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt on. it was a sunny day and I can finally wear my new my sun glasses. I was about to close the door of my building, when I hear people running and shouting my name.

“What the heck?!”, I look at the mob running towards me.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! look at the camera!”, a voice shouted. Flashes were blinding me, thankfully I had my sun glasses on.

“Y/N, how was your date-night with Tom yesterday?”

“Since when are you two guys dating?”

“Y/N what do you think of Tom’s upcoming movie!?”

The paparazzi were calling my name from all sides. Overwhelmed by the entire situation I began to run for my life. What the hell is going on here. How do they know me and where I live?

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anonymous asked:

I love your blog! May i get a scenario or HC don't matter BAKU AND DO YOU DO SHINDOU YO???? if you don't that's fine~ wheN they don't get their daily cuddles from their gf? how are they gonna be Like?

Thank you anon! :D Not a lot is known about Shindou, so his are a bit shorter. Sorry about that!

Bakugou Katsuki:

  • He’s usually irritable, but don’t even talk to him if he’s been deprived of his girlfriend’s affections. He will not hesitate to snap your back in half
  • He’s more foul mouthed at everything. You ask him for the time and he’ll tell you with a swear word in between.
  • More aggressive too, anything and everything someone says is a challenge. Classmate asks him a question or compares him to someone and he’s trying to prove he knows or is better
  • His crew even give him space when he’s away from his GF for too long. They tried to tease him one time, and Kaminari ended up being thrown out a window. 
  • Bakugou knows he’s irritable, but blames everyone except himself. He mostly blames his GF for not being here for him. He wasn’t the most affectionate guy at first, but now that he is… it’s her fault.
  • When she finally gets back to him, he’s going to latch onto you and demand your attention. His S/O will laugh and allow him to get the affection has has not be waiting patiently for
  • Anyone who tries to tear him away from you during his cuddle recharge is going to get the scariest ‘son of satan’ face. He’s not sharing, so piss off.
  • He’ll blush and ignore his S/O when they tell him he’s like a small child who doesn’t want to share a toy. He knows it’s true, doesn’t mean he’ll admit it though.

Shindou Yo:

  • He’s more devious then usual. He’ll say something nice and as the person walks away, make fun of them like no tomorrow
  • Gloating. Tons of gloating. He needs to feel some sort of attention without his girlfriend around, so he’s going to try to get it from someone else
  • He’s very irritated on the inside, as he not only misses his GF, but feels like he is not getting the love or recognition he needs to function properly
  • When his GF finally gets back to him, she hugs him like no tomorrow and he can feel his mood start to balance out once again.
    • She’s back so all is right in the world again.
Kiss Me With Your Eyes Open

My First Klance au!!!! I’m excited!! Hope you guys like it and :3 

Ari xxx

Lance was famous for his ‘accidents.’

How he ‘accidentally’ mixed the two wrong substances in chemistry and caused a school wide evacuation. 

How he ‘accidentally’ had his leg out and tripped someone who has been mean to Hunk. 

How he ‘accidentally’ dropped thumbtacks onto the wheels of the guy who bullied Pidge’s car and scratching up his precious car. 

So maybe they weren’t really ‘accidents.’

But one thing Lance didn’t plan on was how he truly accidentally fell in love with his best friend. 

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