squishing your head


Originally posted by purpleuhan

  • His tall will make you feel small
  • Snuggles for DAYS
  • Adorable backhugs all the time
  • Letting you wear his clothes whenever you want something comfy
  • Nose kisses
  • “JagiyaJagiyaJagiyaJagiyaaa”
  • Always smiling his mega-watt smile when he’s with you
  • “Cutie”
  • Poking and squishing your cheeks
  • Tucking your head under his chin
  • Initiating a lot of PDA
  • But blushing SO hard when you initiate it instead
  • Even if it’s just taking his hand
  • He will turn red
  • Making you laugh until you can’t breathe
  • Cafe dates
  • Lunch dates
  • Singing for you
  • Playing guitar for you
  • Playing guitar while singing for you
  • Buying a ton of random stuff just because it looks cute
  • Teasing you when you can’t reach things
  • “Oh no Jagi are you too short?”
  • “Shut up and hand me the damn cereal”
  • Purposely placing everything on the highest shelf when you’re in a fight so you’re forced to talk to him
  • But almost no fights ever
  • Always talking to each other
  • Even if it’s about water bottles and aliens
  • If it’s quiet, it’s probably because you feel asleep on each other
  • Lots of cuddles
  • Wrapping up in blanket burritos together
  • Head kisses
  • Waking up only to be smothered by how tangled up he is with you
  • But you don’t mind that much
  • And just snuggle deeper into his chest and fall asleep
  • Hugs that last for 5 full minutes before he has to leave for tour
  • ‘I miss you’ texts literally 15 minutes after he says goodbye
  • Honestly the two of you probably annoy the people around you with how fluffy and lovey-dovey you are
  • But you don’t care because the relationship would forever be in that honeymoon stage of sweet smiles and adorableness and young love
“Flat out” - h.s. Part 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5



The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.

“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Im still laughing from the penis one! Where's the list for requests? (Kind of new here) can u do one where you're pregnant but had a miscarried before so you're taking it slow and he's super excited? Thanks!

“What went wrong?” Was the question that left your lips whenever you passed by the nursery room in your house; whenever you ran your fingers on your empty stomach. You remembered the moments that you would groan when you woke up to throw up, hoping to smile instead.

When you woke up one day with blood all over the sheets, you knew it was over for your unborn baby. Waking up Harry frantically, you couldn’t remember a time you had seen Harry look like that; his face flushed from worry, stumbling over his feet as he whispered reassuring and soothing words to the both of you. The moment he cried, telling you that it wasn’t your fault and how lucky your baby was to not see his daddy crying waterfalls on his first day.
Despite you only replying by sobbing and hugging him for dear life, Harry held you tightly, promising that this wasn’t the end of your life; that he loved you now — more than ever.

He had given you time. Hope filling up his heart when you told him that the nursery should stay as it is in its yellow theme. The happy yellow theme.

Any conversation that would lead to baby talk he avoided. He was mending you and you knew it. So when one night after you had arrived home from an event you both were invited to, both feeling hot and heavy, you had whispered it:

“Let’s try again. I’m ready.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. He took it slow; pleasuring you the way you deserved and wanted, whispering sweet nothings and reminders of how much he loves you.

2 months later, you felt it. It felt familiar. Missing your period, the uneasy feeling whenever you smell some food, good appetite today and bad one tomorrow felt too familiar. It was when you woke up to empty your stomach that you had dragged yourself to the drugstore to get a pregnancy test, not telling Harry about it.

“It’s a bug.” You had told him before buying the test to clarify your sickness, not wanting to get his hopes up just then. Reluctantly, he believed.

When you saw the two lines that indicate the positivity, telling you that you were — in fact — pregnant, you had cried in the bathroom. You were happy and you were scared but you were also excited; a feeling that was so natural to you.

You had googled ways to tell Harry; from t-shirts with “You’re going to be a daddy!” to putting a literal bun in the oven. However, all the planned announcements were down the drain when you had woke up one day after not finding Harry’s arms around you and his bed side empty. You sleepily and alertedly searched for him, your heart warming up when you found him in the nursery, sitting in the rocking chair.

“Hey,” You had made your presence known before walking over to him, placing yourself gently on his lap, his arms subconsciously moving to wrap themselves around your waist.

“I just- I really wanted to be a dad, you know?” He had chuckled sadly. “You’re giving me everything, you’re doing amazing. Never doubt yourself, yeah?”

You had smiled that time, your knuckles running down his cheek delicately. “Do you still want to be dad?” You asked softly.

“Of course I do. But if yo-”

“I’m pregnant.” You had let it out, interrupting him. You watched as his eyes widened, mumbling a shocked “No?” to which you nodded to, confirming what you had said. “I am. You’re going to be a daddy.”

He poured all the love he had for you into a kiss that you will always remember — tears involved. He made you promises; that he would always take care of you and his then, unborn baby.

During the 9 months, Harry was an absolute sweetheart, sometimes, too much of a sweetheart. One night, one he found you balancing a book on your large bump, he had scolded you; telling you how this could squish your “little Styles”’ head.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?” You asked him one day as you were both in the car, him driving you both back to your home after your parental yoga.

“It really was. Did you see the man I was talking to? He’s a father of 6! 7th on the way.” Harry grinned, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

You cocked a brow, “What are you suggesting?”

Harry let out a laugh, giving your knuckles a kiss before he reached out to touch your bump. “Nothing, love. I’m ready for anything you want to do in the future. We’ll take it slow, yeah? Wouldn’t want to tire you out, baby.”

So when Harry held his daughter in his arms, he knew that all the waiting was worth it; all the late night waking up to rub your back as you emptied your stomach, the late night drives to different restaurants to meet your craving needs, the pep talk, the brutal questions thrown at him by people about his wife and his baby, he knew it was all worth it.

“Thank you. For giving me more than I could ever imagine. For just – being there. I love you. So much, baby. And you are the most beautiful mummy in the world.” He had told your cradling you and your daughter in his arms as you and her slept, wrapped with his warmth.


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Do Kyungsoo // Oblivious

While staying at your best friend Kai’s dorm on a visit, you accidentally overhear a conversation between the members that surprises you a lot. - ft. the other EXO boys being ridiculous 
Scenario: Fluff, comedy 
Word Count: 3,669

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Destiny Week Day 1: Ghosts

i want to see my little boy (here he comes).sai

I like the idea that ghosts are private things. They’re part of your soul? spirit? light? I mean they’re with your 24/7, live in your metaphysical backpack and bring you back to life on a regular basis so I imagine guardians are fairly protective of them. If a someone trusts you enough to let them touch their ghost, that’s a pretty big dang deal. 

Huge thanks to @destinyweek for these prompts!

Voodoo Doll [Jason x Soulmate!Reader]

A/N: Inspired by this, I decided to do a soulmate!au where voodoo dolls were given to a child when they were young. Anything done to the voodoo doll would affect their soulmates. 


Y/N = your name

Y/H/C = your hair colour

When you had turned four, a bunch of kids were huddled outside the playground during recess to talk about their “soulmates” and these “voodoo dolls” that one was supposed to receive at one point in their life to signify that they have been “paired up”. Of course, you didn’t believe the kids but the thought of a best friend for life intrigued you so when you went home that night, you asked your parents about it. 

They told you everything from what soulmates were and the process of finding yours. The dolls were almost like putting your fallen baby tooth under your pillow at night and the tooth fairy would visit you while you slept. The story for the dolls went; when you were deemed fit or the timing was almost right, a little fairy will bring you a small doll that resembled a bit of what your soulmate would look when you would meet. Your parents pulled their dolls out from their wedding box and although years had gone by since they first met, you could still see the resemblance. The dolls were small, about the size of a juice box. They were made of yarn but adorned enough details to seem as close of a match to their humans as they could.

So from the night onwards, you would pray to the stars that in the following morning to come, you would wake to find your soulmate’s voodoo doll under your bed. 

Of course, that didn’t work out for you and in the morning, you always woke up with glee and excitement only to be met with an empty spot under your pillow which slightly dampened our day. On the best of days, you would remind yourself that no one is truly alone in the world so your day would come. 

Throughout your years at school, your friends and peers would wake up to find their dolls and gush about it for the rest of the week. It hurt to know everyone around you were a step closer to their happy endings but you still kept your smile on for them. Once in a while, you would ask a random adult about their voodoo doll story. You usually stumbled upon the happy ones. There was one man who found his doll the morning of his big presentation only to meet his significant other at said presentation or grandma who found hers under her pillow in the middle of the afternoon when she was changing her bed sheets. A lady who worked at the library told you she didn’t find her doll until she was twenty-four so that kept you going. Of course, there was also the sad ones like your neighbor across the street whose relationship had ended and she spent most of her angry mornings stabbing at her doll with a pin on her front porch. Your parents told you that whatever you did to the doll, would affect the person so you could only imagine what your neighbor’s ex-fiance could be going through. 

On the morning of your fifteenth birthday, you let out a shrill scream when you had felt a lump under your pillow. By the time your parents had reached your room, you were already covered in tears of happiness, cradling the small doll to your chest. Your parents frantically asked you what’s wrong and instead of even trying to formulate words, you peeled your hands away to show them the doll in your palm. They were ecstatic. They knew how much this meant to you from day one and through the many years of sad mornings, they knew this was the best birthday gift anyone could ever give you. When the three of you had calmed down, you all examined it closely. Your doll was a little bit smaller than the one of your dad. You significant other had a black hair and the doll wore a red hoodie and grey pants.

For the first month, you would purposely go out whenever given the chance to, to see if you would come across your love. You even turned down the chance to go to Gotham to visit your second aunt because you wanted to stay and scour your city to find your soulmate. When you met new people, if the topic of soulmates came up you were quick to talk a little bit about your doll to see if anyone knew of him, yet nothing turned out. You found yourself casually running your finger over the dolls hairs and often wondering what it felt like to your significant other. Was he okay? Where did he live? Would you two meet soon?

Over the course of the next few months, your doll seemed to get lighter in color. You carried the thing everywhere you went as a reminder to stay vigilant for the black hair and red hoodie. You just assumed it was just getting worn from being handled so often. Except, a week or so later you came across another lump under your pillow before you fell asleep. Lifting it up, you were met with another doll. This one was a tad bigger than your first and it had a white streak in his hair. He wore a grey shirt with a red spot on the chest that was too small to make out, under a brown jacket. 

Confused, you went to show your parents and they could only share sad glances between each other before sitting you down and explaining that your first love had probably passed away. No one knew when this happened but they knew this wasn’t the first time in the history of voodoo dolls did something like this happen. You were bawling your eyes out by the time your parents finished telling you. Sure it had only just been a couple months, but you had grown emotionally attached to your stupid doll, your stupid lover. Your mother had tried to reassure you everything would work out and that the angels had blessed you with someone else. 

With a salty taste on your lips, you chuckled darkly, “Yeah, let’s hope this one doesn’t die either.” And with that, you left to go to your room to silently mourn the loss of the stranger you once loved. 

Years had passed and before you knew it, you were moving out to Gotham City to attend Gotham University. Your parents were torn between getting you to stay in the comfort of their home, scared for your safety because it was Gotham after all and supporting you in your decision to move forth in life. You had multiple acceptances from other universities but you chose to leave. The first year after you got your new voodoo doll, you looked at it with resentment. You downright hated that thing. You hated that you now had a replacement for the first love that you never even got to meet. You hated how they both seemed slightly alike in color scheme. You often dragged a needle across the slits between the yarn or squished his head hoping your new lover suffered drastic headaches. You wanted to stab the needle into his heart repeatedly, but you knew that he was probably clueless to the whole ordeal and perhaps giving a heart attack to your new lover wasn’t how you wanted to get another replacement if they even had another one for you… 

Gotham wasn’t great, but it wasn’t as gross as everyone said. You lived in an alright area with working streetlights and friendly-ish neighbors. Most were married couples or seniors living alone. University was what you had expected; heavy course load, mediocre professors and small classes. You heard about Gotham’s “vigilantes” and corrupted… everything, but you still tried to make the most out of the situation you put yourself in. You always had your pepper spray and pocket knife with you wherever you went. Even with everything from unpacking, work and school, you still found yourself wondering about your new lover. The hatred had stopped after a while but you still kept both your dolls hidden in your keepsake box. 

Is he anything like my first love? Would you even know?

Will he be a gentleman? Stop it, if he’s meant for you, he would have to be nice. You didn’t like rude people and it would just be a plain curse if you got an asshole of a man for a lover.

Is he even looking for me? I mean, you’re not. What if he was back in your hometown? You would never see each other. Maybe moving to Gotham was a bad idea…

It was past midnight and you were craving cookies and milk so you had walked down to the small corner shop to pick some up. You had just stepped foot out of the store when you heard a cry for help coming from down the street. You could make out two figures tugging at a woman so you decided to run up. You weren’t even thinking straight. A woman your size in pink kitty pajama pants and a dirty grey sweater you had found lying on top of your dirty laundry pile holding a bag of milk and cookies running up to stop two men from harassing another woman? You just didn’t want to be a bystander so you puffed up your chest and shouted at the men as you neared them, hoping it would scare them off.


The men turned to you with annoyance and a dirty grimace etched on their features. You gave them a once over to provide police with details later when one of them came up to you. “Why don’t you mind your own business?”

“You’re in my neighborhood, this is my business.” You responded boldly. The woman was in tears and you tried not to let your demeanor down, trying hard to recall some self-defence moves your father had taught you. 

“Four’s a party.” The man holding the woman shrugs and just as the man was about to grab you as well, the sound of a gun cocking froze everyone. The three in front of you had their attentions on someone behind you. You were too afraid to turn around, unsure of who the gun was pointing at, you didn’t want to risk getting your brain blown out. “It’s the Red Hood…” someone muttered quietly.

“I believe five makes it an orgy.” The man’s muffled voice spoke as he walked up beside you. You were still afraid to look but in your peripheral vision, you could tell the masked man wasn’t aiming for you. “Do we have a problem?” He asked as they all took a step back. You recognized the name now. People always talked about a vigilante who took down mobsters and drug dealers named Red Hood except you’ve never seen a picture of him before. Realizing who’s side he was on, you had taken the opportunity of distraction to swing your grocery bag at the man in front of you before grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back while kicking out his knee. Adrenaline coursed through you as you pulled your knife out on the second guy who quickly let go of the girl and backed away even further. 

“If you’re smart, you’d turn yourself into GPD or I’ll give them your description myself.” I threatened and he nodded before running off, leaving his friend to fend for himself. Putting your knife away, you asked the woman if she was alright. She frantically nodded and you advised her to report the incident to the police before she ran away. 

Turning around you stood to face the masked vigilante who was still there at the scene. Your mouth fell agape as you stared at the man before you. 

“That was… really well done.”The compliment seemed hesitant but you were too distracted by what he was wearing. Sure, anyone else in Gotham might be used to it, the red helmet that covered his face, but that wasn’t the thing that had your attention, to begin with. 

His outfit. 

The brown leather jacket. The grey undershirt and the symbol. The symbol of a red bat splayed across his chest. Was this him? Was that the symbol you couldn’t make out on your doll? The doll with the black hair and white streak. 

Your second lover. 

The outfit was for certain but without his hair, you couldn’t confirm your theory. 

You knew this crossed boundaries of privacy but you really had to know. Walking up to him, you could see his body visibly tense, but he was too stunned to shy away. 

Was this him? Did he recognize you?

Reaching up, you located the small hatch for his helmet and you pulled it. A small hissing sound came from the mask as it loosened. Slowly, you pulled the red hood off and you were met with a well-structured face with tousled black hair and surely, the white tuff above his forehead. With the helmet in one hand, your other one came up to pull your hood off your head revealing your (Y/HC) hair tied in a messy bun. 

A gasp escaped his lips as he brought his hand up to peel off his domino mask. 

“You’re…” He mumbled, stopping himself to give you a once over. “You’re her.” You looked down to see he had pulled out a small voodoo doll that resembled your current state of pink pajamas, a grey hoodie and a messy bun. It was small compared to his hand and although it would have been a perfect moment for you to show your doll, it was still stashed somewhere in your studio among the dozen of boxes you moved with. 

Gently picking up the doll, you looked at it. 

“I guess it is.” You smiled as you returned the doll back to him. Blue eyes twinkled as he smiled down at you. “I’m (Y/N).” 

Pocketing the small figure, his hands came out asking for a handshake. “And I’m Jason.”



Tagging: @a-fallen-little-pine-cone @cupoftim

Frat Boy Pt. 6

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

This is the longest thing I’ve written on here, EVER.  Not sure if that jumbled it up, but thank you to everyone for sticking around to read about this crazy frat boy, sending me messages and asks and song recs for the playlist!  This chapter’s a bit of a revealing one, and little almost imperceptible layers are chipped away. Let’s see if he’s ruing the day yet, yeah? xx (shout-out to @lovelhes for the bomb mood board, love you bb)

It was 2:54 AM by the time Renny got back.  You knew because the comfort Zayn had brought you dwindled fast with each step you took away from him, so much so that by the time you got to the doors of your building, your legs were shaking from how frantic you were.   It had been much too dark outside, each innocent bush and tall tree beautiful in the daylight suddenly twisting into something sinister, hiding a dark figure just waiting to grab you and slit your throat as you fall to the ground with a soundless shout.  Even in the grossly fluorescent hallways that seemed oddly empty for 1 am, you turned each corner quickly for fear of who’d be waiting on the other side.  Even the shut of the heavy door behind you didn’t give you peace and when you’d swept your room and checked the closet for potential predators hiding behind hanging clothes, you knew you were being silly, so absolutely ridiculously silly. But your furiously beating heart told you otherwise.  

You couldn’t fall asleep after that.  

But you pretended to as Renny got ready for bed, as she quietly tip-toed through the room, the click of her low-lit lamp as she settled under her covers once again coating the room in an inky stillness.  Her little snores comforted you in the slightest, but she wasn’t awake, she couldn’t distract you from your thoughts.  And as your eyes bore up into the ceiling, seeing past it to nothing at all, a hand lay on your throat.  

The stream that ran red, his fists, the snake tat, his touch, their smell, the men, his arms, the safety you felt in them.  It wasn’t fair, none of it was.  That he could make you feel something that felt so right and toss it in the trash like it never happened.  You had been fine with being acquaintances, safe at that distance, pretend that you wouldn’t be affected by him, but then he was the one who had to turn it into something more, to turn you into this.  You remembered your words to him and felt a deep sadness seize your chest.  You were a hypocrite.  The weight building inside you contracted into a choke-hold, threatening to crush your lungs with its deadly mixture of guilt, regret, anger, but you were too tired to release it in a sob.  So it sat there.  Refusing to let you sleep.  Suffocating you.  Silly girl, a voice sneered, All this for a boy you haven’t gone on a date with. The moan of his name in that unfamiliar voice rang loud in your head as an unwanted tear rolled straight down to hit your ear.  You willed yourself to numb your mind, to not think about anything, but when had you ever truly had control?

Sometime, in the early hours of the morning, your lids felt heavy and closed without you ever really knowing, the black cloak of the night sealing them shut as the dark twists and pangs building inside of you pushed you off a ledge, forcing your fall into a fitful sleep.

“Did you have a nightmare last night?”  You cringed as Renny took her black eyeliner and dug a little too hard with the tip against your cheek.  You thought about denying it for a moment, but decided against it.  If there was one person you could talk to, it was Renny.

“How’d you know?”

“You kept groaning and- hold on” - she licked her thumb and rubbed below the line she’d just created for the black #17 now on your cheek, smudging it up and using her nail to dig into the skin and remove the extra bits she’d accidently drawn.  She hadn’t asked to draw Harry’s number on you and for that you were thankful.  Your favorite was Louis anyways - “There, perfect. You just kept muttering something and you looked like you were shaking.  I tried waking you up, but you just turned back around and fell asleep.”

“Sorry for waking you,” you offered her an apologetic smile, but she brushed it off.

“You honestly think I mind?  I mean, I’m a little jealous you got to sleep that much, but I was the one who chose not to leave the party.”  You wanted to let out a single sharp laugh at that, but you were better.  “Paw print?”  She brought the pencil to your other cheek and paused, you nodded.  She started to draw the symbol of your school’s mascot, the panther, and for some reason Harry popped into your mind again.  Agile. Dark. Stealthy.


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Imagine catching and stopping someone who is trying to cut Thorin's glorious hair

You: *protectively squishes Thorin’s head into your chest with one hand, and grabs the scissors by the blades with the other* if come near any of my friends with a pair of scissors ever again and I will take those scissors, shove them up your asshole, and. open. them. Do I make myself clear?
Rest of the company: * sitting there wide eyed in shock*
Thorin: as enjoyable as this is, can you let go of me now? There is food on my plate that needs to be eaten.

Originally posted by middleearthandjourneys

Title: Snow Bunny (Daughter of Tony! Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Summary: The team is on vacation in the mountains when Tony proposes a fun, team bonding activity. Pietro sticks around the Reader the whole time.

Word Count: 1358

Warnings: Lots of fluff

A/N: I didn’t know I was capable of writing this much fluff in one imagine oml!! I just really thought we needed more Pietro, and a bunch of you agreed ? Y'all are the best. Enjoy!

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The One Where He’s Your Boyfriend

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: You had been in love with Jace for as long as you could remember, but things always got in the way; most recently, Clary. With Jace finding out they’re brother and sister, you finally have a chance with him, but why are you worried about how Alec will react? 

A/N: Jace imagine tomorrow, i promise!

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“Great,” Alec mutters, making his way past you with a grim expression on his face.

“What’s going on cutie?” you ask and he fakes a cheesy smile at the compliment.

“Jace and Clary,” he states, looking at you hesitantly for a reaction. You shrug, “Hey, whatever makes him happy.”

“I think you’d make him happier,” Alec consoles you, giving your shoulder a squeeze as he squishes past, reaching over your head to pull cereal out of the cupboard.

“Why don’t we go out for breakfast?” you ask, pulling the box out of his and slipping your hand into the bag, tossing the dry cornflakes into your mouth.


“There’s this great place that opened up not too far from the Institute – if we leave now we can skip training,” you bribe him and he rolls his eyes, “I don’t know why you think that’s tempting to me – I kick ass at training,” he scoffs, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, I don’t,” you grumble, “I already feel crappy enough, I don’t need people knocking me on my ass,” you whine and Alec slowly nods, “Fine, I’ll come.”

You squeal in excitement, throwing your arms around him. It had been a week since you were allowed to leave the institute. You had hurt your leg on the last mission and since then you weren’t deemed ‘rested’ or ‘fit’ enough to go on any. It had been seven whole days of ‘practice, practice, practice’ and you were starting to get sore from being flipped on your ass – by even the worst in the Institute. It was kind of degrading considering you were one of the best and you could tell everyone was having a good time with it.

Jace clears his throat at the sight of the two of you entangled together and you slowly pull apart.

“You look like you’re feeling better,” Jace smiles and you nod, “I was fine then and I’m fine now.”

The mission where you had hurt your leg was the last time you’d seen Jace up until now. He had barely been at the institute and any moment he was, was spent with Clary.

“You didn’t look fine when I was carrying you into the institute bridal style,” he teases and you blush in embarrassment.

“We were just leaving,” you mumble, pulling Alec’s hand into yours and beginning to walk off.

“Whoa,” Jace mumbles, his eyes fixated on your entwined hands, “Are the two you…”

“Yeah,” Alec states and you stare at him wide eyed before slowly turning and walking out the door, “I’ll see you outside. Bye Jace!” you call over your shoulder, rushing out as fast as your legs could carry you.

“You and y/n?” Jace raises a brow, “Didn’t see that one coming.”

“Well,” Alec shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I just mean, everyone here knows she has a thing for me…”

Alec’s eye widen, “You know?”

Jace nods like it’s nothing.

“You know and you still go around being all PDA with Clary?!”

“Well, it’s not my problem!”

“IT IS!” Alec growls, “You don’t see her face each time you guys hook up – it literally looks like someone ripped her heart out.”

“What am I supposed to do about it?!”

“Stop being a prick,” Alec huffs, “It’s bad enough she’s your best friend and you didn’t even come check up on her once in the past week. Tone it down a little or I might end up punching you in the face for her.”

“Ah, my parabatai,” Jace smirks and Alec rolls his eyes, “Well, you don’t have to worry about her feelings for you anymore. She’s with me now.”

Jace nods in understanding and Alec begins to walk away, “Stop being an asshole, okay!?” he calls out over his shoulder as he heads back outside to catch up with you.

“Why’d you tell Jace we’re together?” you blurt out. You had spent the whole walk to the café in silence, your hands occasionally awkwardly knocking against each other.

“Well we are, aren’t we? We’re both at breakfast and we’re together,” he shrugs innocently.

“You know that’s not what that meant,” you furrow your brows together and Alec slumps, “I was just trying to get everyone off your back, I mean, everyone in the Institute knows you’re in love with Jace. I figured, this way, you look a little less-“


“Sad,” he finishes, “When you’re around him and Clary, you literally look like an abandoned puppy.”

“That’s makes me feel great,” you say sarcastically, using your fork to toss around your scrambled eggs.

“I’m just saying, me and you, it’s not such a bad thing.”

You pause, placing your fork down, “Alec,” you state, waiting for his eyes to meet yours, “We’re not – you don’t – we aren’t-“ you stammer, at a loss for words.

“Well, why not?”

“You just said it! I have feelings for Jace!”

“So redirect those feelings towards me,” he shrugs, leaning back in his seat.

“Alec,” you lean in closer, lowering your voice to a whisper, “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

Alec frowns, leaning in as well, “Why is this such a joke to you?”

“Because you’re Alec! You’re like my best friend, wait no, you’re like my-“

“Don’t say it!”


Alec drops his heads into his hands, “You just had to say it,” he grumbles, shaking his head.

“Why are you so upset?” you laugh, “You were just trying to do me a favour.”

Alec stares at you guiltily and your eyes widen, “Oh my god, you actually like me.”

“Well, you like me!” he spits back defensively, slightly pouting.

“No! I don’t!” you can’t help but laugh as you shake your head.

Alec leans in across the table, his face stopping inches away from yours, “What about now?” he whispers.

Your eyes widen as you feel heat rising in your cheeks and you lean back in your seat, “Alec, you’re way out of my league.

“Noooo,” he whines, “I’m right here, in your league.”

“But you’re so pretty,” you wink and he rolls his eyes, “Can you take me seriously for like one minute?!”

“No I can’t! You literally just made yourself my boyfriend in front of Jace, and god knows he’ll tell everyone, and here I am thinking you just have my back but no, you actually like me!”

Alec looks at you, unfazed.

“I mean, I’m flattered, really, you’re literally the most beautiful human being I’ve ever laid eyes on but Alec – we’re friends.”

“Well, if that’s true then why not take it a step further?”

“Because you’ll end up being done with me and then we won’t even be friends anymore!”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Like what happened with Jace and I. You’ll be interested for a while but then someone better will come along and you’ll realize that I’m just – I’m nothing.”

“You are not,” he whispers, his voice as sincere as his eyes, “Do you know how much you mean to me?”

Alec’s gaze holds yours until your phones rings.

“Jace?” you answer, listening to him speak hastily on the other end of the line, “Okay, sure, we’ll head back now.”

“What did he want?”

“Apparently a mission was sanctioned to find Clary’s mom. They want both of us on it.”

“But your leg-“

“Is fine,” you reassure him, standing up, “I promise we’ll finish this conversation later.”

It had been one tiring night after the other but everyone was still on high alert after finding not only Clary’s mom but also her father, Valentine, who turns out was also Jace’s father.

Given the situation, you and Alec had barely spent a moment together with the commotion, let alone finished off that conversation.

“Hey, how’s the leg?” Jace asks as he walks into you room, throwing himself onto your bed and pulling the sheets over himself.

“It’s fine,” you mumble, walking in from the bathroom and leaning against your set of drawers, “What are you doing here?”

“I just came to see how you were.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoff and Jace sits up, “What’s the supposed to mean?”

“Everyone’s pounding you about the whole Clary being your sister thing and you came to raid my booze stash.”

Jace puts both his hands up to admit guilt, “You got me. But I did want to check up on you,” he smiles warmly, patting a spot on the bed next to him.

You open one of your drawers and shuffle through clothes before pulling out some cheap bourbon and tossing it to him before taking a seat next to him.

“That bad, huh?” you laugh as you watch him chug it down, cringing afterwards, “You have no idea,” he groans.

“You think I’m gross, don’t you?”

“What?! No, of course not Jace!” you nudge him, “You didn’t know. It’s okay. And it’s okay if you still love her, it’ll take some time…”

Jace looks up at you, the frustration in his eyes gone, “You seriously get me.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, tousling his hair.

“No, I mean, you get me. Everyone else made me feel so weird about it and you’re like ‘okay sure, incest is whatever, just take some time to yourself’.”

“Not exactly what I said but sure…” you laugh, “Jace, it’s okay to be in love. And you’ll fall in love again, don’t you worry.”

“Have you? Since me?”

As the words leave his mouth you furrow your brows together. Even though the two of you were best friends and Jace had clearly known about your feeling for years, he had never brought it up. And as much as it was a relief, it also felt suffocating having this tension between the two of you that neither of you were willing to discuss. He never felt the exact same way, however, there was a brief period where there was something between the two of you, but it disappeared with Clary’s appearance. You had always imagined the day that he confronted you about it that you would cry or be at a loss for words, but the truth was you were okay. You weren’t sure if you could’ve said the same a week ago, but something had changed.

“Yeah… I have,” you mumble, surprised by your own epiphany.

“Alec?” he asks and you slowly nod, “Yeah… Alec…” you smile to yourself.

“That’s too bad,” he chuckles and you raise a brow, pulling the bottle out of his hand to find it’s half empty, “And whys that?”

“Because the position of my girlfriend is officially open,” he smirks, leaning closer to you, his face inches away from yours. You place a hand over his face, lightly pushing him away, “Please go brush your teeth, you officially smell like a bar,” you groan, climbing off your bed only to find Alec standing in the doorway.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he stammers, awkwardly walking in, “Clary is looking for you,” he nods towards Jace who wobbles as he stands up, fumbling out of the doorway, leaving you and Alec in silence.

“Guess things will work out for the two of you after all, since Clary is out of the picture now,” he forces a smile. In the end, the only thing that mattered to him was you being happy. That’s why he had sat idly by all this time watching you and Jace. Hoping you would find what you needed with him.

“Yeah, maybe,” you smile and he nods stiffly, causing you to smirk a little, “But I’d much rather be with someone else.”

Alec looks hopeful for a moment before his eyes dim, “Who now?” he mumbles and you roll your eyes, “You, idiot.”

His idiot like grin causes you to laugh, you were genuinely concerned his face was going to get sore.

“What changed your mind?”

“Nothing. I never said no.”

“Well, then what made you say yes?”

“Jace actually, he was kinda drunk and about to kiss me and all I could think was ‘if I do this, I can’t be with Alec’.”

Alec leans in the doorway with a self-satisfied smirk before his expression hardens, “Jace almost kissed you? Even though I told him we were together?!”

“Relax, he was drunk,” you laugh, walking towards him. You rest your hands on his shoulder, tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek.

“What was that for?”

“So you don’t kill Jace,” you giggle, giving him another one on the other cheek, “And that one is so you’ll maybe come to this cool new burger place with me for lunch?” you ask innocently, batting your eyelashes and he rolls his eyes before reluctantly nodding.

You don’t move away from his face and he slowly leans down, pressing his lips to yours – only for a moment – before pulling away.

“What was that for?” you stammer and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering close to your face as he admires you, “Just because I can’t believe this is finally happening…”

You pull away from him, “Well it is,” you smile, “And now I can officially drag you to all the new food places I want, you wanna know why?”


“Because you’re my boyfriend,” you smirk, “Alec Lightwood – my boyfriend,” you tease but he stares at you, unfazed.

“What?” he shrugs, “I kinda like it.”

“Only kinda?” you ask, biting at your lip as you slip your hand into his before pulling him back onto your lips.

“Okay. A lot,” he mumbles against them, “Way too much.”

anonymous asked:

HI I JUST DIscovered your blog and its great! Can you write a scenario on how oikawa and kenma (separate) would do if they just recently found out about their female s/o's squishy chubby cheeks? And with dimples?

Hello! I don’t really find my blog that great but thank you!


“(Y/N)-chan, smile!” Oikawa said, holding his phone at arm’s length. You posed and smiled, dimples appearing on your chubby cheeks.

After Oikawa took the picture, he yelled out, “You’ve got a dimple! That makes you so adorable!”

Oikawa squished your cheeks together and kissed your pursed lips.

“Toowu, pwease stop,” you mumbled as you struggled to escape from his hold.

However, he was far too strong and pulled you into a hug.

Oikawa then exclaimed, “You’re really cute, (Y/N)-chan!”


“(Y/N), I know you have it,” Kenma said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied cheekily.

He pouted and responded, “Give it back!”

You smiled at how adorable he looked, your chubby cheeks pushed your eyes into a squint, the dimples making an appearance.

When Kenma saw this, he walked towards you, started poking your cheeks repeatedly and demanded you to give back his 3DS.

Feeling slightly annoyed, you told him, “Fine, I’ll give it back on one condition,”

“And what’s that?” he asked.

“Stop poking my cheek,” you answered.

Hearing this, he immediately stopped poking your cheek and motioned you to give back his belonging. You sighed, reaching into your pocket for the 3DS, placing it on the palm of his hand.

Satisfied, Kenma patted you on the head, squished your cheeks, and kissed them.

Missed You - A Sirius Black Smut Imagine

A/N: I’ve been on a Sirius kick lately…anyway, you and Sirius are reunited after his time in Azkaban. 

Sirius Black was back in your bed. After 12 long years, you were reunited with the man you loved. His hair was now long and shaggy and stubble coated the lower half of his face, but he was still the Sirius you had fallen for all those years ago. 

Seating you on the edge of the bed in a gentle rush, he kissed you passionately. His lips were steady but tentative, as though he wasn’t sure this was real. The smell of your bath soap clung to his skin after the shower you had encouraged him to take. 

“12 fucking years since the last time I kissed you,” he observed. 

“Mm,” you ran a hand through his hair, “shirt off, Black.”

He smirked, standing taller, and pulled his shirt up and over his head, carelessly tossing it on the floor. 

“Your turn,” he countered. 

A cat-like grin appearing on your face, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and slipped it off. There was no need to be nervous. Sirius had become an extension of yourself over the course of your relationship. You and he were one and always would be. 

Moving forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss, he toyed with the buttons on your jeans. 

“May I?” he asked. 

You nodded and he slid your jeans down and on to the floor with the help of your slightly lifted hips. Once he had removed them, you grabbed at his waist and swiftly undid the belt he had hastily transfigured. 

Once you were left only in your undergarments and he only in his boxers, you two took a moment to simply look at each other. It had been so long since you had been intimate. You had missed him like no other, and he you. The way his skin felt against yours, the way he made you feel like no one else could, the way he treated you with absolute tenderness. 

“Every bit as beautiful as I remembered,” he murmured, bending slightly to rest his forehead against yours. 

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you chuckled against his lips. 

He ran a hand down your cheek. “As much as I enjoy kissing your lips, I’d like to turn my attention to another area,” he implied with a look toward your breasts and below. 

“Get on with it then,” you challenged. 

Kissing you quickly in acknowledgement, he hooked a hand around to reach your bra strap. Undoing it as he had many times before, he eased the straps down over your shoulders and added it to the pile of clothes on floor. 

“Lay back for me,” he encouraged. 

You did, scooting back so you could rest your head against your fluffiest pillow. He followed you, sitting back on his knees toward the end of the bed. 

“Off,” he muttered to himself as he pulled your underwear down past your hips and completely off. “Better.”

Moving so that he was lying beside you, face level with your breasts, he began to pepper kisses across the valley of your chest. A finger moved downwards and danced along your folds, giving you a taste of what was to come. 

You sighed happily at the contact. Sirius knew what he was doing. He knew what buttons to press and how to work you up. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked at it while his fingers moved to your clit rubbing soothing circles on it. 

“More,” you pleaded. “Your mouth, Sirius.”

“As you wish,” he placed one last open-mouthed kiss in between your breasts before returning to the edge of the bed. 

“Sopping wet,” he purred as he moved his head closer to your core. Settling in between your legs, he licked once down your core. 

You couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan. He moved his tongue expertly, switching between up and down, side to side, and patterned motions. A hand reached up so his thumb could play with your clit. 

As your breathing grew more erratic, he eased two fingers into your entrance as his tongue took over your clit. Allowing you to adjust first, he then started to pump his digits in and out. You felt your orgasm building and your legs held him tightly in place. 

“Go on, love,” he breathed against your core as his fingers continued at a faster pace. 

His words mixed with his warm breath against your heat was all it took to send you over the edge. Your knees pulled together, squishing his head between your legs, and your eyes squeezed shut. Your body convulsed against his mouth and Sirius groaned in appreciation. 

Coming down from your high, Sirius inched his way toward you so he could hover over you. He pressed his lips against yours before placing loving pecks all over your face. 

“Need you,” you whispered against him. 

He pressed his lips to your forehead before quickly moving off the bed to remove his boxers. If his erection hadn’t been evident before, it sure as hell was now. Stroking his cock, he crawled back onto the bed and kneeled between your legs. Teasing your entrance, he ran the head of his cock over your slickness. 

“Sirius,” you whined. 

“I’m coming, love, I’m coming,” he promised. “In more ways than one,” he added with a wink. 

You smacked his arm, happily noting that Azkaban didn’t seem to have completely broken his spirit. 

Lining himself up, he eased the tip into you. Slowly, he pushed into you. He hovered over you as you adjusted to his size. It had been so long and he felt so good. He couldn’t help kissing you while he waited to continue, his tongue easily dominating yours. 

“Okay, you can move,” you decided after a moment.

His eyes lit up as he pulled out slowly before thrusting back in as deeply as possible. You writhed against him, gripping his biceps tightly as moved in and out. 

“Won’t last long, love,” he grunted. It was clearly taking all the self-control he had not to pound into you with everything he had. 

You nodded weakly, your energy already drained from your previous climax and the simple fact that it had been so long since Sirius had been in you. 

“Siri - Sirius,” you whimpered, “I-I’m-”

“I know, sweetheart, me too,” he panted as his speed and power increased. He’s clutching onto your thighs, fingers digging into your skin, probably enough to leave a bruise. 

As he slightly changes his position, his cock hits that special spot, causing you to cry out. Sweat is pooling on his forehead as he does his best to keep hitting it just right. 

You’re lost for words as he does and he can tell you’re both getting incredibly close to release. 

“Go on, (Y/N), I’m right behind you,” he coaxes. 

Reaching one hand down so he can give you a little extra push, he massages your clit. The extra stimulation and the way he’s looking at you prove to be too much. Squirming against him, back arching, your orgasm rips through you. Your breath hitches and you’re not sure you’ve ever felt so good. 

Sirius lets out a long groan as he feels you contract around his cock and before you know it, you feel his seed spilling inside of you. 

He holds himself where he is, lingering over your tired body, as you both struggle to regain your composure. He’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle love bites here and there. 

Pulling out, he flops down beside you and onto his back. You quickly move to lay your head on his chest. He rubs a hand up and down your arm while every so often depositing soft kisses to your hairline. 

“Missed you,” you whisper into his chest. 

“Me or my body?” he teases.

You laugh, “Maybe a bit of both.”

As you both settle in for the night, hidden in each other’s company, Sirius thanks his lucky stars that you’ve been reunited. He’s not sure he ever wants to leave this bed. Being with you feels so right and safe. Nothing else matters to him anymore. His fears don’t exist when you’re tucked into his arms.

When your eyes finally fall shut, he mumbles back, “Missed you too,” before he too drifts off to his first peaceful sleep in years. 

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

anonymous asked:

Taehyung: rich, innocent, heaven

I made this an arranged marriage AU, so I hope you enjoy!! I spent days writing this oh my God and I think it’s the longest thing I’ve written for this blog… 
- Devi ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

it doesn’t matter

word count: 5912

“But I don’t want to,” you pleaded with desperate eyes, clasped hands. You even resorted to getting on your knees, pressing your skin against the hard tile. You were ready to lean your forehead against the floor and kiss it if necessary. “Please don’t make me do this.” Tears started streaming down your face and you could no longer look into your father’s remorseless eyes.

“You have to.” He folded his arms and looked away, not wanting eye contact with you either. “This is the only way for us to get out of debt,” he said quietly, watching the rain pattering against the window, the grey sky hanging above.

“It’s not the only way!” Your voice began to crescendo. “Maybe I could just get another job? Maybe you should actually try to get mom treated so that she can be healthy enough to work instead of ignoring her condition because we’re fucking broke!”

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BTS reaction - to you (their crush) suddenly jumping into them while watching a horror movie

Jin: He would simply be surprised. If you squealed in horror when the ghost on the screen popped up, he would let his natural caring instincts come out and help you look away from the screen when another jump scare were to pop up. If you were starting to get extremely scared to the point where you were almost on the brink of crying, he would suggest watching a different movie

Namjoon: Would be smug af. If you jumped into his arms, he would feel like he is the “big shots” and would enjoy the feeling of being able to protect you. He would pull you closer to him and gently pat your head while saying something like “its ok.. Oppa is here to protect you *smug ass smirk*” and would keep you there for the duration of the rest of the movie

Yoongi: He would laugh at you, like how he laughs at Hoseok when he’s scared. The reason of his laughing wouldn’t be because he thought that you being scared was funny, it was solemnly because he thought that how scared you were, and how you hung onto him like a little girl, was extremely cute. He ,however, wouldn’t exactly know what to do, so he would end up chuckling a little without saying anything, but unconsciously bringing you closer and closer to his chest while the movie progressed

Originally posted by jungkooksarms

Hoseok: Honestly,he would be doing the same thing lol. We all know how scared Hobi is of anything “horror” related ‘or anything in general really lol’, so you two would be scared together. I can honestly see him being a really good friend to watch scary movies with, if you yourself were scared of horror. Sometimes having someone that experiences the same feelings as you, is even more assuring that having someone that can stand up to the horror. Every time a jump scare you come up, you guys would be screaming together. If you were to jump into his arms, he would jump in as well, causing you two to hang on to each other the whole duration of the movie

Jimin: Another one to be extremely smug about your actions. Jimin would like the sense of being an “Oppa”, and would love that he was in the position to protect you. If you started burying your face into his chest out of the overwhelming sense of horror that you couldn’t take anymore, he would carefully wrap his arms around you and place his chin on the top of your head and softly whisper “sh…shh… the monster will never be able to get to you,,, at least while I’m here protecting you…*get’s shy from his own words* *Jungkook cringing in the background*

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Taehyung: He would be the type to try and make you forget about how scared you are. After he would see how terrified you are, he would joke about it and in his mind, he is secretly thinking about all the things he could do to make you feel better. He would do things like going up to the tv and making a fake sword and pretend to fight the ghost, or just something simple like tickling you until you burst into laughter. After he would get you feeling better, he would look at you lovingly, relieved that you’re finally not too scared

Jungkook: This really depends on how comfortable you are around each other. In the context that you’re extremely comfortable… He would gently giggle while looking down at you, completely hanging onto him like he was the last thread of hope you had to live. He would find this extremely adorable, but would still want to hide his feelings toward you, so would end up covering up his feeling by teasing you and saying something like "It’s just a movie y/n..*awkward scoff*”. What he wouldn’t be able to ignore was the irresistible urge to keep you tight in his arms while he protected you, and kept you safe from the rest of the universe (and this movie). He would try to fight it back, but would ,unknowingly to him, tighten his grip around you while you were literally squishing your head into his shoulder out of horror. He would only notice that he would be doing this if you said something like “Jungkook.. you’re hurting me”, and would finally notice exactly how tight his grip was on you, and  would awkwardly take his arms off you with a blushing face

Originally posted by comfyjimin

// OmG This is literally cuteness overload <3<3 GIF ARE NOT MINE ALL CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER. just needed to say that lol… hoped you liked it ^^ //