oooh nice i’m gonna have so much fun answering this ok nice thank u anon bless u
- he can’t spend money on himself for shit!! not even necessities!! he’s like: (stares at the grocery list of food items he needs to Survive™) “ok but like…. i have a plum in my fridge at home. i don’t need all of this? i’ll be fine” he does need it. he won’t be fine. lance has started tagging along when hunk goes grocery shopping bc he just won’t buy anything for himself otherwise!! he’ll buy gifts for his friends without a second thought though. like. he won’t even plan on it he’s just like: “oh my god that’s such a shiny knife. keith would love that.” he knows keith has too many knives already and probably doesn’t need any more but? it doesn’t stop him from knowing that keith would love that knife specifically. he’s gotta buy it for him. he’s just gotta. (he was right. keith did love it. he’s so great at gifts.)
- he’s a Cat Magnet™. he sits and then there are ten cats using him as a bed. they’re on his shoulders, on his chest, his lap, his face. he doesn’t know who they are or where they came from. he doesn’t question it. he just lives like this.
- he loves painting his nails and he’s really good at it! he works hard to make them all perfect but he doesn’t really mind much when they get messed up.
- sometimes he zones out when people complain to him and when he finally zones back in he’s just like “dump him.” as if he were paying complete attention. even if what they were complaining about had nothing to do with anything that that would possibly solve. his friends always accept that as great advice though.
- he honestly… has the best puns. whenever someone (besides lance. lance is the only exception. no one knows when they established that but they’ve just accepted it by now) insults his puns the entire team is on them like “what the fuck did you just say? we have a giant robot that could kick your ass! we have five lions (part of the robot) that could also kick your ass! yea… you better be careful… asshole.”
- the true Mr. Mystery. reveals nothing about himself, acts like he has nothing to hide. no one suspects a thing
- he can play any instrument by ear! like he’ll just pick it up and bam. it’s perfect. pidge has had five years of piano lessons and could never hope to be as good as he is. she’s not sure if she should be totally pissed or completely in awe. he can’t read music though
- he just has that aura™ that tells you he’s a nice person that you should totally befriend. he doesn’t have to approach people to make friends, because they all approach him
- also he’ll totally talk to cashiers for you if you’re too anxious. he’s a ball of anxiety himself but like? he’s just “screw you anxiety i’m helping my friend and there’s nothing u can do about it”
Remember how Neil wanted to take the Foxes on their dream vacation for being The Best™?
Imagine the Foxes at some giant amusement park.
Nicky makes them go get ice cream right away because it’s too hot out and then complains about how long the line is. (”We’ve been here for half an hour and we haven’t even made it on a ride yet.” “Whose fault is that?”)
Dan tries so hard to make a plan and keep them organized and pick a set places and time for them to meet up if they get separated and can’t get a hold of each other and Andrew wanders off while she’s still talking.
Nicky bets Kevin ten buck that Andrew won’t go on any of the rides and loses like two minutes later.
Andrew insists on going on all of the super high rides, especially the ones with the big drops. (“Andrew, why are you torturing yourself? You’re afraid of heights.” “Are you coming with me or not?” “Obviously.”)
Neil acts as human shield and blocks other people in line from touching Andrew.
Matt is afraid of rollercoasters, but goes on them for Dan and she holds his hand the whole time.
Renee wins Allison a teddy bear and then offers to win Neil one too when she notices him watching them. He declines and she proceeds to offer every other Fox to win them something before moving on.
The whole team goes on a bunch of spinning rides back to back and bet on who will throw up first. Matt throws up first, but most of them are regretting their bad choice. Renee somehow looks perfectly serene and unaffected by the spinning as she holds Allison’s hair for her.
The ride operators try to move the Foxes around within their group for safety reasons to balance things out and Andrew nearly pulls a knife on an amusement park employee before they finally give in and leave the Foxes in Andrew’s assigned seating.
People take pictures on their phones of Kevin Day’s terrified mid-rollercoaster snapshot when it shows up on the board afterwards.
Andrew grumbles when he sees the picture of him and Neil because Neil looks 110% in love with him in it. (“110%.” “For what? I didn’t even say anything.” “I told you not to look at me like that.”)
Allison tries to win a bear for Renee in return and inevitably loses at one of those rigged shoot the star out games and gets into a fight with the worker there. (”How much for the bear?” “The bears aren’t for sale, but you could try again for another dollar.” “I don’t want to try again. This game is impossible. Just give me the bear.” “Sorry, miss. We can’t sell those.” “I will give you a hundred dollars for that stupid bear. I promised my girlfriend I would get it for her.”)
Kevin complaining that they’re not stopping and waiting in the world’s longest line just so that Andrew can go on some stupid busy ride. Neil responds from a few feet away by pointing and shouting “Is that Kevin Day? Isn’t he famous?” and then escaping with Andrew to go on the ride while Kevin is swarmed.
Ride operators will not stop joking about whether or not Aaron and Andrew are tall enough to go on rides. Neil gets the occasional joke too, but nowhere near as often. (“I might have to get you to stand in front of the sign so I can check.” “Fuck off.”)
Neil plays the game where you choose a duck and win if it’s marked on the bottom. He insists he doesn’t care about the prize, he just wanted to play because he’s never played one of those games before, but ends up stuck with a giant teddy bear the size of a human child and tries to pawn it off on Andrew. (“I don’t want your fucking bear.” “I don’t want it either.” “That’s your problem.” “Fine. I’ll keep it.” … five minutes later: “Carry my bear, I’m sick of holding it.” “That’s your fault for winning it.”)
A couple hours later Neil’s phone keeps going off with updates from Nicky (“they asked Aaron if he had an adult 2 ride w. he’s been swearing since. that was 10 min ago.”) and texts and calls from Dan and Matt who keep checking in to make sure he hasn’t gone missing again and that Andrew hasn’t gotten them kicked out yet and to see when he wants to meet up. The giant bear’s getting in the way of Neil fishing his phone out of his pocket so Andrew reaches his arm out wordlessly and takes the bear from him.
When Neil’s done on the phone Andrew doesn’t give the bear back and Neil doesn’t dare say a word about it, lest he have to carry it again. When they meet up with the others Nicky asks if Andrew won the bear or if Neil won it for him, and Andrew responds “Neil cursed us with it, but I’m giving it to Bee when we get back.”
Hoseok Genre: Smut Word Count: 3430-ish When faced with Jung Hoseok, how could you not be a tease? Just a little?
A/N: There might definitely be a second part. Involving that goddam dancer’s body. I’ve been struck and killed by the Hobi train, along with @yoongis-sass, and it is to be war between us. A fic war. Oops.
You loved all the boys. They were your closest friends and brothers, and even if you didn’t get to spend as much time with them as you would other friends, they were really the only friends you needed.
Especially Hoseok. But in a different way. You were, without a doubt, 300% in love with Hoseok. His smiles, his laughter, his warm hugs and unfailing kindness. His unintentional and incredible sexiness. Just to begin with.
And when faced with Jung Hoseok, you couldn’t help but be a tease. Just a little.
the marauders notice how Remus gets really moody when he reaches the 2 day mark before a full moon
each month varies in emotion
some months, he’ll be really sad
he’ll push his food around his plate, drag his feet when he walks, go to bed early, not even bother to get a cup of tea, lay his head on the table during class, not chime in on conversations, and have the boys constantly worry about him
other months, he’s completely pissed off
he’ll sigh in exasperation when he drops something, snap when someone asks him more than one question, rub his eyes and groan when he’s asked to do something, and sit on a common room couch with a mixture of annoyance and disgust on his face as he tries not to roll his eyes at everyone, making the other boys nervous whenever they’re around him, like he’s a bomb ready to explode
and sometimes, just sometimes, he’ll have a mixture of both
he’ll listen to his sad records but let out an aggravated groan when they skip, he’ll stare off in class and when he misses something the teacher said, he’ll hastily flip through his book and try to catch up, whilst having a pissy-pouty look on his face
the boys don’t even try to test him during this mood
when he’s this way, he has a no tolerance for any bullshit
and so, one day in 6th year, a day before a full moon, he was in that particular mood
they were all in transfiguration
James was sitting with Lily today, she let him; she’s starting to like James
Sirius is next to Peter, chatting about nonsense, and Remus is at the next table with his head on his crossed-arms
he likes being alone during classes before a full moon
but of course, only the marauders new that
so a snotty Slytherin sat next to Remus, seeing that there was no other seat available
neither one was too happy about this arrangement
toward the end of the class, Mcgonagall was talking about how transfiguring muggle-owned things isn’t tolerated because it’s too risky in exposing magic and confusing and scaring the muggle half to death
and of course, the Slytherin sniggers
“What is it?” Mcgonagall asked the slytherin
“I just think it’s funny,” the Slytherin starts,” that muggles can’t really seem to grasp anything.”
James can feel Lily tense next to him
James purses his lips and knits his eyebrows together, ‘here we go again, guess i’m going to have to get my knuckles bloody after class’
“Come again?” Mcgonagall asked with a puzzled look
“I just mean,” the Slytherin continues,” haven’t they noticed something’s up by now? Haven’t they noticed magic before? I mean the ministry can’t erase everyone’s memory… I guess their just slow… uneducated and slow.”
at that, Remus slowly lifted his head off the desk and turned to look at the kid, wearing the most ‘i can’t believe someone actually thought that in their head and then decided to said it out loud’ expression on his face
then the Slytherin kid says, in a voice just low enough for Mcgonagall not to hear, but everyone in a ten foot radius to, “Maybe that’s why mudbloods are so slow and horrid at magic, take after their stupid parents. Aren’t i right?”
and just as Sirius and James are about to pound this kid into the ground, Remus takes a handful of the kids hair from the back of his head into his fist, and slams the kids face on the table so hard and fast, James almost missed it
“REMUS!,” Lily and Mcgonagall shout at the same time, both standing up, Lily knocking her chair over
the kids nose starts gushing blood, undoubtedly broken, as he wails and fumbles to get away from Remus
and Remus just has this half bored, half disgusted look on his face as he watches his classmate flail about
Peter has the same shocked expression as James, and then James and Sirius share a glance, and before they know it, they’re on the floor laughing their arses off
since then, that was always the first story that got brought up whenever someone mentioned Remus for the next two years, and the story that always made Remus grin wide whenever he was in one of his ‘moods.’
im kind of embarrassed about how cute i find soldier and zhannas relationship, because. i mean. ive got a gay reputation to uphold (a Repugaytion, if you will). but its just……its. so so SO different from basically all the other stereotypical Het Romances out there, theres no misogynistic Hee Hah The Silly WOMen Is Picky And Naggy tropes, or weird ~will they or wont they~ hatemance/”playing hard to get” nonsense, they dont ever express anything but happiness to be around each other and theyre just so fukcing…… theyre on the same wavelength?? the same naked honey-covered wavelength. look at them snapping a mans neck together and tell me theirs isnt a pure beautiful wholesome love
why do the straights cry about not being able to ship miss pauling with men when they have all the positive representation they need right here
Summary: After a hunt, you can never sleep. Neither can Dean. While you and him get drunk in the kitchen, you offer to bake him a pie, and things get messy?
hahah rip my summary skills
Request: Hi there! Could you maybe do a story where the reader shows Dean her pie baking skills and he just can’t get over her perfection? It could be as fluffy or smutty as you see fit, of course :)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Smut, language
Word Count: 2.4k
It was the night after a hunt; you, Sam, and Dean had just gotten home a little over an hour ago. You’d pretty much went your separate ways for the night as it was almost eleven. You scrubbed your face before you threw on some pyjamas and laid down. You were sure everyone else would be passed out by now, but not you. You tossed and turned, the leftover adrenaline from the hunt keeping you awake. This happened after most hunts, you wouldn’t be able to sleep that night, or the night after. You’d almost always have at least one nightmare, so that kept you awake as well.
After tossing and turning for almost an hour, you decided to get up and take a shower. The clock on your nightstand read midnight as you grabbed some clean clothes and a towel. You made your way down the hallway to the bathroom and started the water, throwing your clothes and towel down on the floor. While you waited for the water to warm up you left the bathroom and went into the kitchen to grab a beer, trying to stay quiet so you didn’t wake the boys. You tossed the cap in the trash can and headed back to the bathroom.
When you got out of the shower you’d realized that you’d forgotten clean panties. That or they fell out somewhere along the way. You wrapped the towel around yourself and opened the bathroom door, looking to the right first, then left. To your left, you were surprised by Dean, who was holding your panties while also wearing a bright red face.
“I uh- I think you dropped these.” He tossed them at you before turning around and walking back the other way.
“Thanks?” you said, probably to quiet for him to hear as he walked away. But damn did he look good in his boxers and t-shirt. You smiled to yourself before closing the door to get dressed.
Warnings: Swearing, drinking. Somewhere between angsty and fluffy and with mentions of smut.
Summary: With a broken team, and a broken heart, Tony Stark has no one else to rely on but (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a long time friend that has endured and coped with him more times than any friend would. Upon drinks, sad movies and a harmless 20 Questions game, the most hidden feelings arise.
A/N: I like this a lot. Bear it with me.
If you said you weren’t surprised by the
message you got that morning, you’d be a fucking liar. You were indeed
surprised, and with good reason. You hadn’t seen Tony Stark in a year or two,
only quick texting once or twice a week just to catch up on your lives, but now
he was inviting you to his place to watch a movie, “for old times’ sake”.
Movies with him never ended up well, or at
least, they didn’t use to. Sex is all there was in a movie night with him;
well, sex and guilt. You were head over heels for such a long time that you
couldn’t even recall the moment when you first started to feel that, but now
you had grown up, and you were more or less sure that your feelings were a
mature thing that could be controlled.
You waited in the elevator the excruciating
moments before getting to where he needed you. FRIDAY, his artificial assistant
was very kind to tell you that he was eager to see you; you too were eager, but
still very afraid of what was going to happen next.
Poison blasted from the speakers, and you were
suddenly taken ages back, when you two were at his place, drinking and laughing
and then… going at it. You couldn’t help but smiling at the memory, and when
you saw Tony looking at you, your heart just stopped. He had not change a thing, and if anything, he
was even more handsome than you remembered.
“What a sight for sore eyes are you.” He smiled
as he took the long distance to hug you so tight that he could’ve broken your
“You’re so full of shit.”
The drinks started to come up and the saddest
movie you had ever seen showed up on the huge TV he owned. You two stayed in silence
for a while, really taking into every detail of the movie. You were not used to
watch these kind of movies with him, let alone watch any movie. You two
invented Netflix and chill before there was any Netflix whatsoever. That until
he recommended a Twenty Questions game. You started.
“Question number one. How are you?” You asked.
“Fucked. My friends are gone, my ex-girlfriend
doesn’t want me and she doesn’t even want to see me anymore. One of my best
friends is on a fucking wheelchair and everything has just gone to shit.”
“That’s just sad.” You shook your head.
“Number two, did you miss me?” He gave you a
“Can’t say I didn’t.” You shrugged innocently.
And as the movie went on, and the bottles of
beer emptied, you two had gained more and more false confidence to ask each
other the most inappropriate questions that your drunken minds could possible
think of. But things started to get very awkward and you completely lost the
focus on the movie.
“Question number ten,” he took the beer to his
lips and sipped from it, “what is it that you think I should know right now?”
“You just don’t know how to love, Stark.” You
sighed, keeping your eyes on the screen, trying hard not to look at him,
because if you did, you’d surely tell him everything in your mind. “You destroy
everything you love. So that’s why I’m sure you don’t love me enough.”
“Not true.” He retorted, pausing the movie.
“It is. I would never be like Pep because our
friendship is always coming and going. I mean… you tore her apart man. I don’t
wanna be mean, but you gotta admit it… You had everything in your hands to not
fuck shit up and… you did. You went along this destructive path as you have
“What do you mean?” Tony asked.
“After what happened in New York, you told me
Pepper wanted you to slow down with the avenging life, right?” He nodded. “That
she wanted to have a more or less normal relationship with an abnormal man like
yourself, right?” He nodded again. “Well, what did you do? Destroyed a bunch of
suits just to build more. Or at least enhance the one you’d stay with and blow
up an entire city.”
“I don’t get the point.”
“She gave you the chance to stop this madness,
and you didn’t. And once you were a hundred times more PSTD fucked up, you
tried to amend your relationship but she was done with it. Tony, it’s your
fault that she’s gone.”
“Thank you,” Tony huffed, “silly me for wanted
to have some Netflix and chill with you.”
“You can’t possibly think that you can bribe me
into a good movie and a pity fuck afterwards.” You laughed, placing a hand on
your chest. “I would have fallen for that three years ago. Tony, I got older
and I have a little self-respect now.”
“You would’ve?” He asked, furrowing his brow in
confusion. It took you a second to realize what you had said.
“I would.” Oh
fuck it. Good thing you were old enough now to be able to talk about your
still burning feelings in a way more civilized and controlled way. “I like you
Tony, my passion for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns… and yes I
took that from a cartoon, but it ain’t that wrong.” Tony fell speechless, and
you called it your cue to break the news down to him. Years of friendship would
be probably be ruined, but fuck it, you were going big and probably going home
after this. “Remember when we were fuck buddies? Well, it all went to shit for
me, because we knew each other so damn well and sex was like the next step for
us and I always thought you’d end up feeling the same thing for me but
apparently you did not.” You rolled your eyes. “And it’s totally fine! Don’t
get me wrong. This friendship we have is probably ruined because I never told
you this until now and because I started acting weird after I got the feelings,
but you have your fair share too, I mean… you could’ve asked what happened, and
you never did. And I’m sorry… I’m gonna have to go.”
You were getting ready to leave, you had even
taken your bag from the countertop and your jacket from the hanger next to the
door, and as they opened for you, Tony started running behind you to grab your
arm and make you turn around.
“Question number eleven, was any of this true?”
You nodded a silent response. “Twelve, why didn’t you say anything?”
“It had no use.” You shook your head. “You were
head over heels for Pepper.” You shrugged. “Can I go? I really wanna go home.”
“(Y/N), you dropped this bomb and you want to
go home without any further explanation? Do you think I’m an idiot?”
“What’s the use of even explaining you now?”
You asked in exhaustion. “You’re still in love with Pepper and I’m gonna die
alone! So what?”
“Thirteen, do you still like me?” He asked.
“Yes.” You nodded. “Fourteen, did you ever feel
something for me?”
“Yes. I did.” He sighed. “Fifteen, what do we
“I have no fucking clue.” Your bottom lip
trembled, he was getting closer and your knees started to weaken. “Sixteen…”
you paused, “do you know?”
“No.” Tony shook his head and cupped your face;
his breath brushed your lips, and as you held on to his wrists, you tried to
have as much from him as possible. The way his body tensed at your touch, his
hitching breathing and his crazy heartbeat were signals, but you were not sure
if those were the right ones.
“Seventeen. When did you feel something for
me?” Your voice was a barely audible whisper now.
“It has been like an on and off thing… Before
we even were fuck buddies I felt something for you, and then Pepper came, and
well, I’ve missed you…”
“So now I’m like your second choice?”
“Never.” You tried to escape, but your hands
were glued to his arms and he was not letting you go either. Even though his
grip was strong, his hands were tender, and they felt soft against your skin.
You longed for this contact, it had been a while since you two saw each other.
“(Y/N), you were never a second choice or a consolation prize. You wanna know
why I haven’t hurt you?”
“Because I care.”
“Eighteen. Why do you care?”
“You’ve been with me through thick and thin,
(Y/N).” His hands moved from your face to your shaky shoulders, trying to stop
you. “You’re the oldest friend I have and god knows you’re the best. Nineteen,
do you want to jump with me?”
“I do…” You sighed, moving your hands to his
chest. “Twenty…” you bit your bottom lip, “do you love me?” He nodded a silent
“I’m gonna ask another one. Twenty one, can I
kiss you again? I… I don’t wanna let you go, (Y/N). Never again.”
You didn’t reply, but you pulled him closer to
you. His lips were almost afraid of touching yours, and his hands were even
more nervous as they sneaked down your torso and to your waist. You held on to
him like never before in your life; you wanted to have him again, you wanted
him to be yours and no one else’s. You wanted all the things that harmed him to
disappear while he was in your arms.
He was broken, torn and mentally fucked up, but
you were strong enough to love him because you had loved him all your life. He
was the one who kept you up at night, and you didn’t care if he was going to
keep you up at night due to his terrible PSTD; you’d be there for him because
you wanted him to be less miserable. You wanted to make him less miserable.
“We already had the Netflix part… can we go
chill right now?” He breathed against your lips, slowly roaming up his hands
from under your shirt. “For old times’ sake?” He helped you wrap your legs
around his waist, holding you effortlessly as he had always done. “Is this a
“This is a ‘you better treat me right, Stark’”
You pressed your forehead against his and stayed there a minute, caressing his
hair and smiling like an idiot. This was everything you ever wanted, and the
jump even though seemed like jumping from the top of the Stark Tower, you were
more than willing to do it.
A/N: Did I mention I love Professor Negan? Because I loove Professor Negan. This is full dark smut, with extra smut on top. Negan is pretty dominant/possessive in this fic. Also, this is kind of long so forgive me! I do hope you enjoy it though, and feedback and comments are always so appreciated! xx
“Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world…”
You breathed out a heavy sigh while closing the book in your hands. Trailing your digits along the spine, your eyes followed the movement of your fingers to read the title. The last time you read this novel you were fifteen, naïve, and oblivious to the important lessons the story was trying to tell you.
Now you were suddenly drawn to Hester Prynne’s character; a woman who lived her life in sin just as you were now living yours.
Instead of the red “A” written across your chest, you had the letter “N” etched deep in your heart and it was a painful scar that only you could see and feel.
You found yourself caught in a toxic game of tug and war. No matter how many times you pulled away, Negan gripped the noose tighter around your neck and drew you back in.
He wasn’t making your new position as his “mistress” any easier.
was wondering if I could request a caring Shawn one where maybe you two get
into a fight and you leave and then you have a panic attack or something and
you call him and even though you two were fighting he still comes over and
cares for you? Sorry if that didn’t make sense lol
y/n.” Shawn says, his voice full of anger. “You can’t keep holding it against
me. It’s my career, my job, don’t you understand?”
swallow hard, trying to keep your emotions in check. “I’m not holding it
against you, Shawn. I just need to know you’re not forgetting about me!”
not, I don’t know why you would say that!” He says, his voice just as loud and
terrifying as it was a minute ago. You can’t match his tone. You don’t know how
to scream back at him, and you don’t want to.
always busy, and even when you’re not, you’re thinking about all the things you
need to get done, which I get, but I feel like you don’t even remember that I’m
here, that I’m your girlfriend.” You reply, honestly.
could I forget, y/n? I can’t forget, and I don’t.” He spits back.
You only wait a beat before replying, still trying to absorb his last words, “Do
you want to?” You ask, your voice full of fear and sadness.
you’re going to go through life thinking that girls don’t like you because you’re a nerd and i want you to know from the bottom of my heart that that won’t be true it’ll be because you’re clearly in love with your best friend eduardo like jesus christ mark it’s time to face this about yourself last week when i invited you over to my dorm to watch casablanca you showed up an hour late and knocked on my door and opened it and eduardo was standing next to you and you said, “hey sorry i’m late eduardo’s not feeling the greatest because he had a big fight with his dad and he didn’t want to be alone so i brought him over to watch casablanca with us if that’s cool” and then i was like, “uh well i was thinking you and i were gonna have a quiet night in, mark” and you said “oh wardo’s plenty quiet aren’t you bud you won’t even know he’s here” and then you both waltzed right in and sat down next to each other on my twin-size bed and i was like, “and where do you think i’m gonna sit” and you said “there’s a beanbag chair on the floor” and i was tired and pissed and i didn’t want to get into a fight so i just sat in the beanbag chair and propped my laptop up on the desk and started casablanca and like ten minutes later i heard you guys talking so i turned around and eduardo was crying into the shoulder of your GAP hoodie so hard that the fabric had visible water stains and you were like patting his knee and whispering, “he’s a dick eduardo don’t worry about what he thinks you’re worth more than -” and i interrupted you guys like, “hi, sorry, this clearly isn’t a good night, why don’t you and eduardo head out, and then mark you and i can get together some other -” and you were like, “what? no, eduardo loves this movie, i thought it’d cheer him up” and eduardo was like, “awww, mark” and he reached up and put an arm around your shoulder and shook you a little and then he pointed at you and looked down at me and said, “you’re lucky to be dating this one erica he’s a real catch” and i just kind of turned around and dissociated out of my body for the remaining hour and forty minutes of the movie. anyway we’re breaking up.
the first chapter of this really gained some surprising traction?? like 1.5k notes??? so i decided i would continue this as another fanfic. i really love you all like dang
A Simple Suggestion Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret. Rated: T Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir
Chapter 2 - A Discussion Word count: 3,939 Also read on:ao3
Telling her parents that she was ready to move out was the easy part.
The look on Tom and Sabine’s faces had been proud yet somber when Marinette sat them down a week prior to confess that she’d been thinking about becoming more independent. Although she did relish in the love that her parents showered upon her day by day, and adored the cozy familiarity of her childhood home, Marinette knew life would be easier on her own.
(Well, as “on her own” as she could get living with her magical, spandex-clad superhero of a partner.)
Still, over the years dashing back and forth as Ladybug had become a bit of a problem. While her parents did go to bed rather early, they were delicate sleepers and woke to the slightest of noises. Prancing around the city all night and doing flips on her balcony (and accidentally smashing a potted plant or two in her landings) was a quick way to give them a startling awakening.
And, while they mostly allowed Marinette her privacy, they were a bit…invasive. So invasive at times that she had just destransformed by the skin of her teeth before they’d crashed through her trapdoor as if there was a fire burning in the kitchen, just to see how their precious daughter was doing.
It wasn’t that she was ungrateful. Marinette loved her parents dearly and couldn’t imagine life without them. She just…needed some personal space.
“So you’re really moving out?” Sabine asked as they shared dinner at their table, Marinette poking at her food with her fork. “Are you at least going to stay close?”
the prompt: can you do a chittaphon scenario where him and the reader are baby sitting the reader’s little sister or nephew n then start talking about the future n like having children bc children r cute, to sum it up fluff fluff fluff!!
category:fluff fluff fluff
author note: i love kids. like it took awhile, but the little buggers grew on me tbh. here’s ten being adorable :’) note: i will just be using Y/n/n for your nephews name. also ten’s new selfies why must he do this to me
pairing: female reader x tom holland warnings: light swearing/literally just fluff words: 1300+ summary: tom walks in on you uncontrollably crying and he grew up with brothers so he doesn’t exactly know what to doa/n: based off a prompt from pettypromts (idk the link to the actual prompt sry)
Tom wasn’t expecting much when he headed to your place after a day of shooting. He knew you weren’t much of a cook so he definitely wasn’t planning on seeing dinner ready for him, which he was fine with.
The two of you had started spring cleaning two weeks ago and he knew you became stressed when organizing and going through your junk by yourself so he was certain that you weren’t going to touch the mess of crap that was growing in the corner of the apartment.
He was perfectly content with going home and just seeing you, that’s all he wanted. Nothing more and nothing less.
So you could imagine his confusion when he unlocked the door with the key you gave him only a few weeks ago and saw you sitting on the couch, crying your eyes out as you were wrapping in the duvet from your bedroom.
Immediately, he rushed to your side, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder and pulling you tightly into his chest. You didn’t fight his movements, in fact you melted into his body. He didn’t know what was wrong but he was there for you, he always was.
To be honest it wasn’t his fault in the beginning, he was just a baby. He didn’t know what he was saying, but someone must have been saying the word around him or he wouldn’t have said it obviously. The worst thing though was that Dean and John were there when he uttered it.
You were just changing his diapers when John came back from some place, he didn’t tell you where he was going, and Dean had just finished taking a nap.
Right then and there was the first word to ever be spoken by Sam Winchester, and it left everyone in the room frozen.
What happened next was the inevitable though, John walked back out the motel room and slammed the door shut. Dean came and sat next to you as he wiped the single tear that fell from your left eye and hugged you as comfort.
You remember your mom a lot more than Dean ever would. You were eight when she died and Dean was four. Mom always talked about how she wanted Sam’s first word to be some form of the word mom, since yours and Dean’s first words were ‘dada’, and now it has happened, but he was talking to you, not to her.
And it hurt to think about how she was no longer here and that it seemed like you were trying to replace your own mother. But this definitely wasn’t the last time he’d be saying that word.
1.) I honestly don’t even know what happened here. It was after 1am when I started writing this, and I went to bed around 4am. Then I finished the last few paragraphs around 5pm so I’ll just leave it here.
2.) This is unprotected sex, and I do not condone this at all. Wrap it before you tap it. Don’t make love without a dick glove.
3.) Also, look at that gif. Just look at it. I know, me too.