they are so stupid i literally hate them both thank you

Trust

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: After you kill the main target on a mission, Bucky can’t help but be angry with you. What happens when he finds out why you killed the target and therefore why you ruined the mission?
Words: 1835
Warning: fighting, killing, mention of the Winter Soldier book…


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i live for isak calling even baby?? let’s talk about it more. 

  • the exasperated “baby” on the rare mornings when even doesn’t cook him breakfast because they’re both too exhausted by the night before (seriously, isak made even play fifa until 1am before he could admit that he sucks and no matter how many games they play, isak will always lose). even takes the last of isak’s cocoa puffs, and shit, isak had actually been looking forward to them?? but alas, he’d stepped out of the shower a minute after even, and his cereal stealing boyfriend had struck (even steals his clothes his heart and now his chocolatey cereal too?? isak has half a mind to break up with him). isak’s pouting at even, and even feels so bad for him that he offers isak some of the cereal. but even’s the kind of guy who pours his cereal into his milk and gulps it all down at once, and isak is very particular about only pouring a little bit of cereal into his milk at a time, so he just turns up his nose at even’s gross soggy abomination. 
  • isak hates hates hates waking up in the morning, and trying to figure out how to get isak up when they both have school is just trial and error. isak would appreciate it. it’s like a scientific experiment, except it’s one where the consequence would be an armful of grumpy boyfriend and no kisses until at least 10 o’clock. even has tried everything from blasting nas at full volume, to getting magnus in there to say something stupid because isak’s reflex is to drag him, but he’s found out that the most effective method is to pepper isak’s face with kisses until he blinks awake groggily, because he’ll pout, and he’ll say, “goddammit, baby,” like he’s actually annoyed, but he’s giggling so hard that even’s not buying it. 
  • the boys make fun of it so much!! the first time even laughs at him for dipping a chocolate chip cookie into nutella at lunch, isak says, “don’t fucking judge me baby you literally only make recipes with sour cream” magnus parrots “baby?? baBY??” jonas and mahdi are waggling their eyebrows so suggestively that isak blushes bright red. he tries to stutter out an excuse, like, “that’s not what i said. i said maybe?? KB?? bey bee?? haha i just like the concept of beyonce in the bee movie ok that’s totally what i meant.”
  • of course even ruins it all (because that’s all he’s good for) when the whole gang is getting kebab after school and isak can’t get his shit together because he didn’t really sleep last night and he’s spilling his food all over the table. even leans over with a pile of napkins and scoops it all up with a fond “baby” and a chaste kiss to the lips. the boys go fucking wild. 
  • they always leave each other with a peck on the cheek before separating for classes - and as much as isak wants to pull even closer until they’re intertwined, until they’re causing a scene for those fucking dance chicks he can tell are watching them - he knows he’s not ready for that yet. it’s soft and sweet, just a brush of his lips as he whispers, “bye, baby, see you after school.” it still gives isak a rush when he remembers that even will keep coming back to him, and no matter how long they’ll spend apart - whether it’s school cockblocking them, or when even has bad days  and refuses to let isak come over - they’ll always end up like this, safe in the circle of each other’s arms. 

also thanks to @strangetowns​ i can’t get even’s obsession with sour cream out of my head 

In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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Blackout

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson and Tony Stark

Words: 1826

Warning: none

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by seabasschino

It was Thursday night, which meant movie night with the girls! It had become a tradition for the three of you since the moment you broke your arm once and there was nothing better to do at night. Ever since, you had that appointment every Thursday night. Sometimes someone else would join you, but most of the time it was a girl night.

“Which one are we watching tonight?” You asked from the kitchen as you made some popcorns.

“I downloaded Mr and Mrs Smith since Wanda said she had never watched it”, Natasha replied from the living room.

“I’m never against watching a young Brad Pitt in action”, you said with a smirk while you walked into the living room with them.

Wanda was serving the drinks and Natasha was connecting her laptop to the huge screen where you always watched the movies. After you put the popcorns on the table, you started setting the couches for the three of you, so you would be comfortable enough.

“This movie was during or before Brangelina became a thing?” Wanda asked.

“I think they were already together but I honestly have no idea” you told her and took a seat.

Natasha and Wanda sat down by your sides so all of you could reach the popcorns with no problem. Once Nat made sure you were all ok, she played the movie and told FRIDAY to turn off the lights so the only source of light was the screen and the city. You had only watched this movie once, a couple of years ago, but you knew it was a funny one and you weren’t wrong. But just when you were getting into it, the screen went dark.

“What the fuck?” You groaned sitting up properly.

“FRIDAY, turn on the lights!” Wanda exclaimed but nothing happened. With a sigh, Natasha got up. “What is it?”

“Sam and his stupid pranks. This is the second time he causes a blackout”, she explained shaking her head. “I’m going to the basement to look for him and kick his ass, Wanda you go to the roof, and (Y/N) you go to the lab, in case he managed to turn everything off from a computer”

“Are you really going to down 80 floors using the stairs?” Wanda smirked. Natasha narrowed her eyes.

“I’m going to the roof with you”, she replied quickly causing you to laugh as you made your way to the lab using your phone as a flashlight.

Damn Sam Wilson and his stupid jokes. Hopefully, Tony would kick his ass and if he didn’t, you would. You were walking slowly since it was hard to know where you were, even using the flashlight which wasn’t as helpful as it should be.

Suddenly you heard a noise behind your back, making you stop on your tracks.

“Sam, I swear that if this is you I’m going to throw you down the tower without your suit on”, you threatened.

You hated when someone scared you and everyone knew it, just like they knew how easy it was. It easily got to your nerves and got really nervous all of sudden, so just the idea of someone trying to scare you got you on the edge. Then, you heard some footsteps just behind you so you turned around and move the phone from one side to another, trying to see a shadow or anything that would let you know who was there.

“Ok, this is not funny anymore Wilson. Just stop it”, you said with a frown now.

Just then someone tapped your shoulder, making you jump and gasp. You turned around ready to punch whoever it was when suddenly you felt someone’s lips over yours, catching you completely off guard. You didn’t know who it was, but his lips were soft and gently, and the hand resting on your hip was firm and big and, for some reason, you could see fireworks at the back of your mind that made you kiss the unknown back.

“Who are you?” You whispered when the other person pulled away but there was no response.

Just then, the light came back and you found yourself alone. What the fuck? You looked around, expecting to see someone walking away but there was no one. Yet, you knew it had been real, you could still feel the kiss on your lips.

“(Y/N)?” Wanda’s voice came from the living room.

“Coming!” You exclaimed still confused. After looking around once again, you hurried back to the living room where Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you.

“It was Tony this time, he was doing an experiment”, Natasha shrugged.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”, Wanda asked as she saw your face.

“I’m ok…I just…” you looked back still trying to figure out what had just happened. “Someone just kissed me”, you told them.

“What?” Natasha asked.

Both of them looked as confused as you but you couldn’t explain it. All you could do was telling them what had just happened. Of course you thought they wouldn’t believe you but for some reason they did.

“That’s strange”, Wanda said looking at Natasha. “Why are you smirking?”

“That bastard!” She exclaimed and ran away in the direction you just came from.

“What was that?” You asked.

“I have no idea”, Wanda mumbled with a frown. “Do you have any idea of who could have done it?” She asked you after a moment.

“Honestly…no idea. All I know is that it felt great” you admitted with a smile. Wanda laughed a little and sighed.

“It looks like we have mystery to solve”, she shrugged.

“Or we can just ask Nat. Obviously, she knows something we don’t”, you said.

“That’s the easy option”, Wanda smiled.

“I’m not really into mysteries so…easy option it is” you decided.

Luckily you didn’t have to go far since Natasha was coming back just then. The two of you started harassing her with questions but, as the professional she was, she dodged all of them so you just let it go after fifteen minutes. Trying to get some information from her was useless and a waste of time.

The next days you were the whole time thinking about your “mysterious kisser”, like Wanda liked to call him. You had come up with a list of the names of the people in the tower that night. After questioning around you were left with three names: Clint, Bucky and Sam. The three of them were the ones that didn’t have an alibi good enough. Clint said he had been at the gym training but no one had seen him; Sam said he was out at a party but Steve had told you, he actually was in the tower but didn’t know what he was doing; and Bucky said he was sleeping which you just didn’t buy. He didn’t take naps. Ever.

You didn’t believe it was Clint since he was married and all that stuff, but Wanda was stubborn as fuck. “You never know”, she used to say. So you just kept him on the list even though you knew it wasn’t him.

“How do I find out who was?” You asked.

“I think you will have to kiss them”, Wanda shrugged.

“What? I’m not going to kiss them one by one, Wanda”, you said laughing at the idea.

“You can laugh but that’s the only option”, she shrugged.

“I don’t care. I’m not doing it”, you replied.

“C’mon! I understand you don’t want to kiss Clint, but Sam and Bucky?” Wanda asked.

With a sigh you looked out of the window. You didn’t want to kiss Sam or Clint, but indeed you wanted to kiss Bucky. You had been wanting to do such thing for months but you just didn’t have the courage.

“FRIDAY, where are Wilson and Barnes?” Wanda asked.

“What are you doing?”

“They’re both with Mr Stark in the lab, Miss Maximoff”, FRIDAY replied.

“Thank you”, she smiled and looked at you. “C’mon, let’s solve the mystery”

She got up from your bed and took your hand, dragging you out of the room, ignoring your constant protests. She literally dragged you all the way to the lab, she even told you she would carry on her shoulder if she had to.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked when Wanda pushed you into the lab and closed the door.

“We have a mystery to solve”, Wanda smiled walking over the three men.

“And you need our help?” Sam asked with a laugh.

“No, we don’t. Wanda let’s go”, you begged your friend.

“We do”, she smiled and stood in front of Bucky and Sam. “One of you kissed my friend, the one who’s there, the night of the blackout. She really wants to know who did it. We know it was one of you two, guys, but since it is obvious that you’re not going to say who did it, I’m afraid she will have to kiss both of you to find it out”, she explained.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed.

“Great!” Tony laughed.

“What?” Sam said laughing as well.

“No way” Bucky mumbled.

You frowned at Bucky’s response. No way? No way you would kiss him? No way you would kiss Sam? No way what?

“No way?” Tony asked raising an eyebrow as a smirk appeared on his face, like there was something he knew. Some sort of secret.

“No way she’s kissing the flying man over here. I’m not having it” he crossed his arms.

“And why not, Barnes?” Wanda smirked. Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

With a frown, you looked at all of them. Wanda and Tony were smirking at Bucky, Sam was chuckling behind his hand, and Bucky was looking at Wanda like he was having some sort of inner debate. Suddenly it all made sense. You remembered the tall figure of the man who kissed you, how he used only one hand to touch since the other one would make you know who he was instantly; the long hair tickling your cheeks and those lips. It wasn’t Sam and it definitely wasn’t Clint.

Slowly, you moved until you were standing in front of Bucky so he couldn’t look at Wanda anymore. Instead, he looked down at you, sudden fear in his eyes. With a smile, you stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his. Immediately, he wrapped both of his arms around you, pulling you close and the fireworks started again. It was him. Those lips were unique and that kiss was incomparable.

“Mystery solved”, you heard Wanda. “Give them privacy guys”

Then you heard footsteps walking away and the lab door opening and closing, leaving the two of you alone, lost in the kiss. After a moment you pulled away and looked at him.

“I’m busted”, he chuckled.

“You are”, you said with a nod before kissing him again, knowing you would never have enough of this.

Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include...

Originally posted by legendrarrymalfoy

***not my gif

~ Him telling you how beautiful and smart you are every two seconds

~ “You’re so bloody gorgeous, darling. Honestly, you could tone it down a bit. You’re making me look bad.”  

~ Doing homework by the Black Lake on nice days

~ Him sneaking into your dorm late at night 

~ Stealing his clothes 

~ He would complain about it but secretly think it was so attractive

~ He would show you off with so much confidence

~ Going to every Quidditch match and cheering on Draco (even if you’re in a different house)

~ Him ordering Crabbe and Goyle to get things for you 

~ Them hating you

~ Holding hands during long walks around Hogsmeade

~ Draco would be so confident in you and believe you could do anything you set your mind to. It would just be so encouraging. 

~ Narcissa would frequently steal you away and Draco would be so annoyed

~ Professors taking points from Slytherin and your house for PDA

~ So mUCH PDA

~ Sneaking into the kitchens well after midnight and cooking five course meals 

~ Draco would be such a good cook omg

~ Narcissa would’ve taught him how

~ Holding hands under the table during class

~ When Draco became prefect, he would give detention to anyone that so much as looked at you wrong

~ After dating Draco for a while you would turn into such a badass just like him

~ He would be so proud

~ Going to the Yule Ball together

~ Him loving dancing with you after that

~ Draco would tease you all the time

~ Christmas at Malfoy Manor

~ Baths in the prefect bathroom

~ Stupid pick up lines

~ “Are you a snitch?” 

~ “What?” 

~ “Because you’re the greatest catch here.” 

~ “Hey, Y/N? I don’t need ‘accio’ to make you come.” 

~ Really good sex

~ Sneaking firewhiskey into the Slytherin Tower

~ Draco would be so touchy 

~ SMIRKS 

~ He would obsessively make sure you’re content 

~ “Y/N, are you cold? Do you want some butterbeer?” 

~ “No, I’m fine. Thanks, though.” 

~ “Here babe, take my scarf. Crabbe, go get two butterbeers.”

~ Watching the Black Lake from the common room and pointing out all the creatures

~ Him taking you on broom rides and doing crazy tricks to impress you

~ Which usually scares the hell out of you

~ But you loved being in the sky

~ Harry Potter would not be allowed to even breathe in your general direction

~ A first year Hufflepuff accidentally bumping into you and knocking your books out of your hand

~ Draco pinning him against the wall and threatening him until he cries

~ “Draco, what the hell is wrong with you!”

~ “He hurt you!” 

~ “It was an accident! Bloody hell, Draco! He’s eleven!” 

~ “’M sorry darling, just instincts…” 

~ Him helping you with homework 

~ You getting so stressed because you don’t understand and just having a mental breakdown because O.W.L.S are so close

~ Him just doing your homework for you

~ Snape recognizes his handwriting but doesn’t say anything

~ Yelling at him about the word “mudblood” 

~ EVERYONE in the entire school would know that you were his 

~ When the basilisk is out and about he walks you to every class even if he’s late for his own

~ Since Draco is a literal genius you two would both put your names in the Goblet of Fire

~ He would love to kiss you

~ The kisses would rang from little pecks to him literally trying to suck your face off

~ Harry would hate you

~ Ron would think you were the hottest creature on the planet

~ Hermoine would secretly admire how smart and independent you were

~ Lucius loving you and always telling you embarrassing things about Draco 

~ Lucius would be like a second father to you 

~ He would be so hard on Draco, but the second something upset you he would be threatening to kill

~ Him and Narcissa would send you on shopping sprees all the time

~ Draco would love shopping with you

~ “Will you try on lingerie for me?” 

~ Little arguments all the time

~ Exploring Hogwarts and knowing about lots of the castle’s secrets

~ Discovering the Mirror of Erised together

~ “What do you see?” 

~ “You.” 

~ Him loving to play with your hair

~ Jealousy 

~ SO MUCH JEALOUSLY

~ You sharing notes with Goyle and Draco ignoring you both for the rest of the day

~ “Draco, what is your problem? I need love and attention, stop ignoring me.” 

~ “Go get some attention from Goyle.” 

~ You HATING Pansy Parkinson

~ Her knowing and trying to get in arguments with you every day

~ Her twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at Draco in the hallway, “Dracy, are you still helping me with my Potions later? You promised.” 

~ You just walking up and snogging Draco right in the middle of their conversation and whispering something super dirty in his ear

~ “N-No, Pansy. I,” he has to stop and clear his throat “I don’t think that I can.” 

~ Him just loving you so, so much 

~ Draco would just be the best boyfriend

~ Like despite everything he goes through he always puts you first 

~ He just loves you so much ugh 

~ It would be so good

This was probably entirely too long but I love everything about Draco Malfoy so I can’t help it.

Water Under the Bridge: A Nessian Smut Fic

For @blogtealdeal, who loves Nessian wing sin and who has blessed this fandom with Moriel fanart I never thought we would get to see. You are an absolute *blessing* Nicole. Thank you for all of the amazing work that you do. I wish there was more I could do to say thanks because that Moriel fanart killed my heart and brought it back to life again. <3

Title comes from the Adele song. It doesn’t totally fit lyrically for this fic, but it’s all I listened to while I wrote it and I don’t really do music while writing, so… yeah.

Summary: Nesta discovers in a fit of rage that Feyre isn’t the only one who can summon Illyrian wings at will. After a particularly long day of flying leaves her body aching, Cassian is there to sooth the pain in ways Nesta has never experienced before. Featuring Illyrian!Nesta and much wing sin. NSFW.

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Water Under the Bridge

The first time Nesta discovers she has wings - she’s screaming at Cassian.

Not just a faint whine of annoyance. Not a simple shout over some shallow disagreement. Not torn up words spat inches from his face.

But top of her lungs, blue in the face, going to kick his ass into the new year screaming.

The argument was stupid, as usual. And when it’s over, she can’t even quite remember what horrible thing it was about. The war had ended. Cassian had fought what little he could. Nesta had left to do her part. Maybe there were bitter words exchanged over still bleeding wounds. Maybe not.

All Nesta knows is that one moment she is so absolutely enraged at the jab Cassian let slip (that she knows he did not truly mean) and the next, her back feels the way her lungs do drowning at the bottom of the ocean, swimming up, up, up in a desperate search for air until finally that bubble of water bursts, and the muscles of her back split open in agonizing pain and -

She has wings.

Great, glorious membranous wings that stretch wide around her and seem to absorb all that wasted energy she spent and threaten Cassian for her.

Cassian - whose jaw had promptly hit the floor at the sight of those wings as they unfurled and cast red and gold shadows about the ground in the sunlight.

Nesta had stood back smugly that day at the way Cassian stared at her. She didn’t even fight him or pretend to stay angry when he stepped close, slid his hands around her waist and up along her back to the base of the wings as if to touch them, and she saw the sparkling in his eyes like diamonds as he whispered, awestruck, in her ear, “Nesta.”

That had set her grinning ear to ear.

It takes weeks for Nesta to figure out how to summon the wings at will. Whatever magic the Cauldron gave her over them, it’s not easy to figure out. And once she has mastered bringing the wings out at will, they’re weak and untrained. The muscles are loose and imbalanced, unable to support the size of her wingspan and Cauldron is her wingspan massive.

(Cassian eyes it for weeks trying not to compare.)

At first, Cassian insists she refrain from flying. She has to do stretching exercises to build up her strength, but Nesta grows restless rather quickly. Another shouting match between them - You may literally die if you attempt to jump off that cliff Nesta Archeron - has her threatening to have Feyre train her, or Mother help him, Rhys. And so finally, Cassian relents.

And then… Nesta is flying. Soaring high into the sky over Velaris.

She can only handle a few minutes at a time, but fuck if it doesn’t feel glorious. The world is stretched out below her and she feels like she could control it all from where she swoops and bellows above it. Every time she lands, every time the muscles scream with pain and tiredness, she hates it and forces Cass to help her keep training, keep going because damn it - she is going to master this.

It only takes one time - that first time in the air and Nesta doesn’t know how she can live again if the Cauldron hadn’t given her this gift. Maybe this was the Cauldron’s way of making up for the other awful things it did to her. She doesn’t quite mind.

Minutes eventually stretch into longer episodes. An hour. Then a few. Until she can fly just as long as Cassian. He wouldn’t be surprised if she could go longer than him.

But it’s a struggle getting there. Her wings are so large and her body has become one hell of a beast to support up in the air. And all Nesta wants to do for months on end is fly. So naturally, Cassian finds himself on the receiving end of many an endless, salty landing with Nesta.

“Again,” she snaps at him.

“Nesta,” and it’s a warning.

Nesta swivels on her feet and those wings flex behind her, Nesta’s own brand of warning. “I said, again.”

Cassian crosses his arms with a wide berth at his legs and tosses one of those taunting little smiles she both loathes and adores. “You didn’t say please.”

But Nesta doesn’t back down. Not by a long shot. She doesn’t even stand still. She takes two great strides bridging the distance between them and leans right up into his face as far as she can on the tips of her toes, her leathers groaning around her body as she reaches. “You didn’t earn it, sweetheart,” she snarls. “I want to go again.”

He knows she’ll kill him if he lets out the chuckle he has locked inside his chest. So instead, he gently grips her shoulders and leans down until their foreheads are almost touching.

And thank the Mother she doesn’t pull away from that touch.

“Nesta,” he says. “You just flew for an hour straight. That’s farther than you’ve ever come before and Cauldron, I’m proud. But you need to rest. I’m not joking when I say you could kill yourself if you go too far.” His hands slide slowly, sweetly from her shoulders to her neck until he cups her face, but Nesta feels so tight - so tense in that hold. His little spitfire in all that raging spirit always. It makes him feel light as air. “I’d really prefer it if you didn’t die, hmm?”

Nesta’s eyes soften for just a moment, her shoulders slumping. She dances up on the tips of her toes again and Cassian thinks she might lean into him finally, maybe even kiss him the way she sometimes does after she’s been flying for the day and the wind has left her breathless and she takes Cassian home to discover entirely new ways of feeling the rush flying creates in them both…

But just when her lips graze his own, Nesta teases out, “I said again, Commander,” and Cassian curses, “So we go again.” And Nesta can tell by how close they’re standing that Cassian’s other Illyrian skills are kicking into overdrive.

He takes a great breath, adjusting his stance and likely certain other parts beneath his pants, but releases his hold on her. “Alright, Ness. We go again.”

They do. And with the wind in her hair and the sun on her skin, it is heaven.

Cassian insists they limit themselves to ten more minutes only.

So naturally, Nesta flies for twenty.

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The Notebook Ch.1

Title: The Notebook
Character: Lin X Reader
Prompt: When the reader runs into Lin in the airport, (literally “runs” into him), an accidental notebook swap occurs in the confusion, and they go home with each other’s work.
Word Count: 2,859 (wowie)
W/T: none???
A/N: wow it’s been a while. Two things; 1, this is literally a dream I had. 2, I blame @secretschuylersister for wearing off on me enough to write this.
~SJ

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The blinding lights and bustling streets of New York only seem like background noise to you at this point in your life. You’ve lived here since you graduated college, and it hasn’t been as bad as you’d originally thought. Sure, the towering skyscrapers and ceaseless shouting or honking outside of your apartment was much different than the silent cricket chirps outside of your family’s home back in Missouri, but it was a much needed change.

In fact, living in New York has changed your life completely. You were still the same kiddo from the small country town back home, aspiring to do great things. You still said “y'all”. You still lived off of sweet tea. You still had all of your little traits you’d gained from growing up there. But once you hit New York? “Culture Shock” was really the only way to describe it.

It seemed like you were never alone in the “City that Never Sleeps”. The streets were never empty, the lights glaring from the billboards outside of your window were your new night stars, and you always saw something new everyday. It’s was probably one of the best places for you to be with your dream job; writing. A new thing seen on the side of the street fueled a new song lyric, a new poem, a new story, and new something. You were constantly jotting stuff down in your favorite black notebook, usually adding to your current project; a musical.

“Hey, Y/N, do you want me to go get you something before you leave for the airport?” Your roommate’s voice inquires from the opposite side of the dining room table, her head resting in her hand defeatedly from her work. You don’t even bother to peal your eyes away from your page, frantically scribbling down yet another lyric for one of your main characters. “Nah, I’ll probably just grab something quick on the way to the airport. Thanks though, Ky.” She raises an eyebrow at you, obviously doubting that you will. “Uh huh. Like all of those other times that you’ve said that you’ll get something to eat on the way out, and proceed to not go out, continue to write in that stupid notebook of yours, and stay up until I wake up the next morning?”

“Okay okay, you’ve got me there.” You breathe, allowing for her to pull the black leather bound pages away from you. “But what can I say, Ky? I’m basically a writing machine, I just can’t help it. There’s too many ideas locked up inside of my mind to not write them all down. I wanna share them with the world!”

“You can keep writing about those silly little characters you’ve got after you eat something, Y/N. There’s my leftovers in the fridge I’ll let you have if you eat them right now.” Kylie offers, gesturing to the stainless steel door behind her. “Yeah yeah, okay. No need to blackmail me here.” You retort, rolling your eyes and nudging her aside. Slipping your hand around the cool handle, you yank the door open and pull out the white styrofoam box, ready to devour it in order to keep writing. “You never talk to me about anything besides your stupid musical now, Y/N. I wanna talk about other stuff.” Kylie huffs, flopping into the wooden chair across from yours at the table.

“That came out of nowhere.” You chuckle, settling back into your spot, this time eating instead of writing. “I know, but I feel like you’ve just been kinda distant lately. I don’t think you’ve actually talked to me about your life for at least a month-oh my god you’ve never talked to me about your love life. Tell me. Now.” Kylie gushes, her eyes widening at the thought of not knowing. “I’ve never talked about it because it’s non-existent.” You joke through a mouthful of a quesadilla. “When was your last relationship?” She questions, her eyebrows furrowing slightly with concern. You simply shrug. “Last kiss?” “Never had one.” “Last time you were in love?!” “Does the kid I hated in 1st grade count?”

“Oh my god, why have you never told me that you’re helpless?!” Kylie cries, flailing her hands around frantically. “I didn’t realize that my love life was a big deal to you?” You snort, suddenly reconsidering if you should’ve just lied to her and said you had a boyfriend. Wow, that actually did make you sound really lonely. Nice going. “Um, hello?! Being in love is one of the-no, IS the best feeling in the world?!”

“Love is a choice, not really an emotion, KyKy.” You correct, gently pointing your fork at her in correction. Or at least, that’s what you’ve always known it as. Throughout high school, you saw relationship after relationship go strong for a solid three months, and then crash and burn because the “feeling just wasn’t there” and they’d already moved on to a new lover. You never understood how people could just hook up because of “a feeling”, and then not try to fix it if they thought it was that important. It’s always seemed like it should be an effort from both parties, not just “run with this instinct”. That and everyone in your school were a bunch of idiots.

“Wow. Okay I need to take you out with me sometime, you’re going to get a boyfriend to call your own.” Kylie breathes, making it sound like it’s going to be a hassle. “Hey! I’m perfectly lovable, thank you very much.” You snap, narrowing your eyes at her. “Oh are you now, little Miss No-Love-Life?” She throws back just as quickly. “By the sounds of it, you really aren’t.”

“Well it’s not just that nobody’s ever had a crush on me, I can name off a couple. It’s a matter of them not sharing the same ideals and such as me.” “Oh, please do go on. I’m curious of what these ideals could possibly be.” Kylie teases, leaning into her hands playfully.

“Simple. None of them have ever understood my love for writing, how I need to throw my thoughts onto paper, how I want too make something out of thin air.” There were a couple of people from high school you can remember having a bit of a thing for you, but at the same time you can remember how you cast them away way too quickly when you got to know them. In retrospect, you were probably kinda cruel to them, but you’ve always stood by what you learned from growing up. Your stubbornness wasn’t about to give in on the one thing that you’ve always loved.

“Oh, so you want someone who’s just as insane as you about writing, so that you two can die together because you forgot about your needs for survival? Got it.” Kylie laughs, still in disbelief that guys had crushes on you. “Whatever, Ky. Just give me my notebook back already, I’ve gotta get going.” You fume, shoving the empty takeout box at her from across the table. “Okay, geez. Didn’t know you were such a crabby person when you’re away from your paper.” She sighs, handing back your notebook. “Most people would get upset if you held their child hostage.”

“Wow, you really are obsessed with that thing, aren’t you?”

“Goodbyeeeee Kylie.” You draw out, wrapping your hand around the handle of your luggage, and tossing your backpack over your shoulder as you head for the front door. “Waitwaitwaitwait.” She fumbles, racing towards you. She wraps her thin arms around you, embracing you tightly. “Stay safe, Y/N. And find yourself a boyfriend while you’re at it.” You roll your eyes jokingly and hug back, the resentment from moments ago melting away.

“Okay, now get going you lug. I want the apartment to myself for as long as I can get.” Kylie finishes, gently pushing you out the door and into the complex’s hallway. “Whatever. I’ll see you in two weeks, you snot.” You call back, rolling your bag towards the elevator.

Tucking an earbud into your ear, you bury your phone into your pocket and pull you pencil out from behind your other ear, already jotting some more stuff down about your main characters and their backgrounds. Maybe have them meet at a party? No, that’s too High School Musical-y. Maybe in the park? Meh, cliché. What about if they just run into each other somewhere-literally run into each other? That’s a good one, adds to the comedic effect. Would their best friends push them back together? Is there going to be a huge fight, or will there be a tragedy for one of them that makes the super withdrawn? Why not both? Will one of them die in the end? Will one of them leave and fall for someone else? Will there be a happily ever after-ew no. Happy endings always happen by happenstance, and it’s just not logical. That doesn’t happen in the real world. No happy endings.

Thoughts continue to flood through your mind and onto the paper as you hit the outside of your apartment building and whistle for a taxi, hoping that one stops within the next five minutes. Luckily, the first one manages to see you and pulls over, letting you climb in the back. The driver’s gruff voice calls to you, “Where ya headed?”. “JFK.” You quickly respond, scratching something out on another page just to rewrite the idea. “Ya don’t sound like yer from ‘round here, little lady. You headed back home or sometin’?” He asks curiously, his voice rather warm and inviting, like your favorite uncle or something.

“Is it that easy to tell?” You laugh, forcing yourself away from your journal for a little bit to keep a conversation with him. “Trust me, lil’ lady, I’ve had ma fair share of outta-towners in this her’ girl. Ya sound kinda southern, but not really. Midwest maybe?” He guesses, tilting his dark sunglasses down to look at you from his rearview mirror. “You’re good.” You nod, smiling at his correct answer. “That’s what I thought.” He smirks, pushing his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Anytin’ in particular yar’ leavin’ for?”

“Nothing more than returning home for a couple of weeks at this point. Maybe busting with some old friends, who knows.” You answer distantly, the thoughts of what could happen at home overcoming you for a moment. There’s so many people you haven’t seen in what feels like forever. And you haven’t seen your dog in ages, either. “Simple 'nuff. Wish I could go back home fer’ a lil’ bit, ya know? Get ta visit with ma Nana again, see how she’s been doin’.”

“How long has it been since you’ve gone home?” You question, taking in his features as you do so. A bit larger, receding hairline pretty evident, dark sideburns, and an impressive beard to match. They all seem to fit his voice perfectly. “Uh, let’s see her’. Probably when I graduated, so… Eleven ye-nah, that’s too short. Probably somewhere closer ta fifteen or so, s'uppose.” He draws out, scratching his curly beard. “Fifteen years?!” You instinctively blurt out, instantly regretting it. “Ya, I’ve been stuck up her’ in da Big Apple fer’ a long while now, ya know? I just haven’t really given myself a chance ta get outta her’. Glad ya can, doh. Helps lift ma spirits a bit, seein’ ya off.”

“Speakin’ a which, her’ ya are, lil’ lady! The famous plane port of da Big Apple!” He presents, parking the cab along the curb next to the front entrance. You blink a bit, taking in the sudden appearance of the airport and its towering parts. “Oh wow. We got here fast. How much do I owe you?” You start pulling your wallet out of your backpack, but a gentle, calloused hand sets itself on your shoulder. Slightly confused, you turn towards the front seat, only to be greeted by the same smiling face as before.

“No charge fer’ ya, lil’ lady. It’s been a bit since I’ve had a good ol’ conversation with someone, ya know? Ever'one her’ is always in a rush and snappy, wantin’ ta get somewhere quick. Thank ya for given ma a good laugh today.”

You don’t know how to respond. Your mouth has opened to try and deter him, but nothing comes out, which only makes his grin wider and more toothy. “Now get a move on, lil’ lady. Don’t want ya ta be a missin’ dat flight of ya’s cuz’ I’m bein’ nice.”

Flabbergasted, you slowly climb out of the backseat and onto the sidewalk, bag and notebook in hand, and watch the dandelion yellow taxi pull away, leaving a thin cloud of exhaust in its wake. You glance down at your watch, the minute hand hovering over the 6 is all the indication you need to start booking it to your gate.

Weaving between as many people as you can while still jotting stuff down about that taxi driver in your notebook, you hurry across the airport, trying to multitask and catch your plane all in due time. It’s not as hard as you thought it would be, considering everyone was clearing a path for you as you plowed towards them.

Well, except one person.

Your notebook goes clambering to the glossy tile floor as you topple to the ground, your backpack slipping off of your shoulder and your luggage rolling out of reach. Your back crashes against the hard ground, and your lungs collapse in on themselves for a moment on impact. Thank god you had the wind knocked out of you for a second, because if you hadn’t, you probably would’ve said something utterly embarrassing about the rather cute guy on top of you, his face inches from yours.

“Oh shi- I’m so sorry! Here lemme-uh-…” He fumbles, trying to push himself off of you as quickly as possible without making it more awkward. He manages it, (somehow), and offers you a hand, which you take, a bit dazed from the impact still. Wow, he’s stronger than he looks. “Uhhh…” He sounds off, awkwardly brushing some invisible dust off of your clothes. “Sorry about that. I get kinda caught up in my head sometimes.”

“No, it’s fine, I do too. I should’ve looked where I was going in the first place.” You apologize, leaning down to pick up your notebook. “Oh, let me get that for you.” He instantly states, snatching it up in his hands. “Huh, this one looks like the one I have.” He chuckles slightly, patting his pocket for a second before going into a panic. “Wait, where is my notebook?” He stammers out, spinning around to look for it.

“Oh, is this it?” You ask, picking up an identical notebook to yours next to your slightly rolled away luggage. His face immediately softens at the sight of it, his eyes almost brightening. “Wow, we really are a mess, huh?” He laughs nervously, swapping notebooks with you.

“Y/N.”

“Lin.”

A single best of silence passes between the two of you, before your watch beeps at you. You glance down to it to see that your flight leaves in five minutes, and panic washes over you. “Sorry Lin, but I don’t wanna miss my plane. Nice talking to you!” You shout over your shoulder as you take off in a dead sprint for your exit, which is now within sight.

Frantically waving down the flight attendant like in the movie Home Alone, she graciously reopens the door to the plane for you, and you quickly take to your seat, pushing your carry on into whatever overhead space you can find.

The seatbelt light flickers on overhead, and you try to settle into place. Luckily, not many people are on the flight to St. Louis, so you have the row to yourself. The flight attendants flow into the isle to do their normal routine of safety, but you tune them out and set your notebook on your lap, digging out a pencil from your backpack, ready to write again. That taxi driver really gave you a new idea for a character that helps advance the plot of your musical.

Flipping open to a random page, you skim over everything, trying to find the right area to start again. Let’s see, Laurens and Hamilton have a thing for each other, Angelica has a thing for Hamilton, Jefferson is a magenta ass-wait. Since when did you have a Laurens? Or a Hamilton? Or an Angelica? Or a Jefferson? When did they all develop a thing for each other? This handwriting doesn’t look like yours, it’s too nice for scribbles.

You thumb through the other pages, becoming more and more frantic as you see the same penmanship sprawling across the other yellowing pages. Where did all of your work go?! When did it get replaced with this- this- what do you even call this?!

Then it hits you. The clumsy yet cute man that tackled you. The awkwardness of the encounter. The panic over notebooks.

Oh no.

Lin has your notebook.

And you have his.

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Please give me feedback on this story, because I’ve been away so long!

Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.

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NCT 127 + Ten reaction to their crush hiding their face in their chest when they get shy/embarrassed

MASTERLIST

Anon: Hello! Your blog is really lovely! Could you, please, do a NCT 127+Ten reaction to their crush hiding their face in their chest when they get too shy/embarrassed? Have a great day, by the way!~

Thank you for requesting! This was literally so adorable to write omg shame it’ll never happen with me because im a tall person and taller than most of these guys i need like an 8ft guy to do this but thats another matter


Taeil:

Originally posted by nct127

He’d get so embarrassed and shy when you buried your head into his shirt. Almost immediately his cheeks would flare up and he’d start feeling very hot and awkward. Laughing quietly, he’d let you wrap your arms tightly around his waist and would lazily snake his arms around your frame. You might think he was already quite stiff and awkward as it is, but in his head, it’d be much worse. He wouldn’t be able to think and his heart would be racing, completely shocked by your adorableness and spontaneous skin ship.


Johnny:

Originally posted by withsuh

this gif has nothing to do with the actual reaction but he looks hot here 

Johnny was be so hyper whenever you did this. You were the type to never really initiate skin ship or like doing anything cute, so this would be a surprise for him. He’d literally start screaming and pick you up, twirling you around. You both would get super dizzy really quickly and he’d end up falling onto the sofa, your smaller frame on his. Laughter would escape your lips and he’d laugh along, staring at you quietly and wondering if it was possible for you to get any more cuter and precious.


Taeyong:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Gasping, Taeyong would lose his balance slightly stumbling back as you continued to keep your head buried in his chest. He wasn’t expecting you to do this so wouldn’t be prepared at all. He’d get over the shock quickly though, but his heart would continue to race and his palms would get slightly sweaty. Even after dating for months, you still managed to have this effect on Taeyong which made him nervous - just like when you first met. He’d lean down, his hands holding you warmly, and nuzzle is face into hair, enjoying the moment.


Yuta:

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

holy fuck this gif omg

He’d immediately start smirking, his confidence rocketing, when you did this. He’d continue teasing you, glancing at the other members who were laughing along and cooing and your behaviour. Despite looking pretty calm, his heart would melt, his sensitive side coming out secretly. After a while, he’d stop teasing you and tell the others to shut up or leave (all whilst holding you as tight as you were holding him), wanting some alone time with you where he could basically gush about how cute you were and embarrass you some more.


Doyoung:

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

He’d try to play it off cool, not allowing himself to be tricked by your cuteness and fall for it. Cracking another embarrassing joke or a dirty one, you’d groan, cheeks hot, and nuzzle your face further into his chest. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t trying to get a reaction out of him. He wouldn’t last long either, the initially cool-headed persona immediately falling and a more awkward and shy one taking over him. Giggling shyly, he’d wrap his arms around you and sway you side to side slowly, liking the skin contact.


Ten:

Originally posted by sassyjungkooks

When you threw yourself at him, burying your face in his shirt, he’d be confused at first. But upon seeing ears slightly tinted pink and your groans of annoyance, he’d piece things together. Unlike the other members, he’d try to make it up to you by embarrassing himself and doing something stupid so you could forget what initially made your embarrassed in the first place. Although he loved the fact that you had hugged him like that, he’d still be a little worried that he had actually offended you so would try making it up to you.


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by nctinfo

Like Johnny, he’d get a little bit too happy that you had done this. He’d start squealing and cooing at you, his hands waving frantically in the air. His cheeks would be flushed bright red and to be honest, he’d now be just as embarrassed as you. Wanting to savour the moment and prevent you from leaving, he’d grab onto you tightly and smile into your hair. He probably would find everything you did cute but this would really be an adorable moment for him and his heart wouldn’t be able to handle it.


WinWin:

Originally posted by nctinfo

He’d be a mix of Taeyong and Doyoung. At first, he’d be a stuttering mess, trying to peel you off of him - and failing. But then he’d try to act as normal as possible, trying with all his might to ignore his racing heart and forehead snap with sweat. But, again, this would fail, and he’d wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you. He’d bring you into a tighter embrace, not uttering a word out of an embarrassment, which would make you smile and hold him closer.


Mark:

Originally posted by nct-marklee

Let’s be honest, Mark was probably not the reason as to why you were hiding your face in his chest. Another member probably Yuta or Jeno or Haechan were teasing the both of you, and you were hiding your face in his chest because you were embarrassed for him not yourself. You sometimes could get a little worried that you were a burden to Mark and not good enough and would secretly hate it if the other members teased your relationship. Mark would notice this very quickly, since he’s an observant kind of guy, and would also bury his face in your hair, whispering you sweet nothings and to ignore them.


Haechan:

Originally posted by donghyukslee

This little ray of sunshine would start stuttering, utterly embarrassed and shocked at you. At first, he wouldn’t understand why you were doing this and would continue to tease you and laugh. But once he felt your arms tighten even more around his waist and a slight dampness of your tears, he’d immediately stop and remove you from him. “Y/N? Are you okay? Was it me?” He’d ask you, his voiced laced with worry. It’d be a rare time where Haechan was being serious and sensitive, which would warm your heart. You’d explain to him how you were embarrassed and he’d apologise and I think out of all of the members, he’d be the one most apologetic for teasing you, despite his usual self.

[Miraculous Ladybug]: Dressed to Kill

i….am procrastinating this paper super hard….so i started a one-shot series. isn’t that fun?

bit of a T rating, but if you don’t mind that, enjoy :)

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: Dressed to Kill

Summary: “You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Chlonette Assassins AU


1. Flirting on the Job


“You got a fucking manicure before a job?”

Chloe held one of her hunting blades in between her teeth while she loaded a magazine into her gun. “Shut the fuck up, they were giving mani pedis away for twenty euros, how was I going to say no to that?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and peeked around the corner, staring at the two guards stationed at the door at the other end of the courtyard. She finished screwing her suppressor onto her own gun and checked her pockets for her compression gloves. “So if some asshole has me in a chokehold, you’re not going to punch him in the face because you have to protect your goddamn gel manicure?”

“I never said that,” Chloe groaned. “Obviously I’d clock him straight in the nose, but I will expect you to pay for my replacement manicure since you shouldn’t be getting yourself into that situation in the first place.”

“Oh nice.”

“I’m a single woman, I deserve to pamper myself, sue me.”

Marinette fastened the velcro of her gloves and counted the knives she had strapped to her thigh. “That’s your own fault. I offered to sleep with you literally last week and you said no.” She checked her watch. “Shifts change in 3 minutes.”

“Roger,” Chloe replied automatically. “Also, fuck you, you told me you’d sleep with me because, and I quote, you found my dry spell ‘cripplingly pathetic.’”

“I mean, it is. Offer still stands,” Marinette winked. 

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Take a Picture- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by yourhockeyboys

(Look at that smile!)

Ok so as a plus size girl myself… I hate taking pictures. So it translated into this imagine for you guys! Hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

Warning: body insecurities

Anon Request: hey!! was wondering if you could maybe do an imagine where the reader is kinda chubby and dating auston n gets kinda insecure about not bein ~conventionally attractive and comfort ensues (dont @ me a thicc girl can dream ok lmao)

PS- Girl! Thicc girls can do whatever they damn well please! You go boo!

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              Auston was laying on the couch, his head in your lap as you vegged out watching cooking shows on the TV. Auston was scrolling through social media and chuckling at all of Mitch’s stupid antics.

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Dating S.Coups would include:

Originally posted by letmebangteen

Choi Seungcheol

-a complete fool for you

-grants your every wish, even if he has to cross the oceans for it

-sometimes he gets you stuff you didn’t even tell him about, he just kinda knew

-and you’re just like

-……what kind of sorcery

-loves to show you off

-yet gets jealous/defensive when other men start checking you out

-“Y/N’s bod is so hot. Like she is BANGIN y'all. Look at her. I’m so lucky.”

-“Yeah, Y/N is really pre-”

-“YAH LEE SEOKMIN I WILL END YOUR MISERABLE LIFE IF YOU LOOK AT MY PRINCESS AGAIN”

-yeah he’s just the jealous type

-but you find it endearing

-such a great person with kids

-LOVES to visit your younger siblings/cousins because he could play with them for hours

-and you just love to watch him be a model father

-he’ll wrestle around with them all day, then watch a movie with some snacks

-and halfway through the ants on a log you made them you look over to find the kids passed out on papa coups’s chest

-and he’s snoring as well

-but he’s a different kind of daddy when you two get to be alone 😏😏

-them thighs……. how could he not be incredible in bed

-the boy got buns too let us not forget

-he thicc

-he loves when you praise his body because he always felt kinda insecure about his shape and his looks

-and that’s just a major confidence booster for him

-sharing with Jeonghan

-literally 24/7

-“Let’s go see the new Marvel movie, babe”

-“But me and Hannie are having a coffee date this afternoon”

-“I can’t believe you’re cheating on me like this”

-“But jagi-”

-“I’M YOUR G I R L F R I E N D, SEUNGCHEOL”

-a very big “It’s About the Journey, Not the Destination” type of person

-lots of road trips

-takes you to random truck stops and touristy photo ops like the World’s Biggest Ball of Yarn™

-because “there’s so much to see out there, jagi. We can’t afford to leave out the details”

-he knows how much you love music so he lets you pick

-you play tons of Nicki and he just watches in awe as you go tf off while rapping along in the middle of driving down a busy interstate

-but when svt songs come on you just sing really badly until he begs for you to stop

-but he secretly loves the fact that you know all the lyrics

-ice cream out of the tub HGTV marathon on a Saturday evening type of guy

-loves to stay in with you

-because he’s not huge on skinship in public

-but when he stays in with you, he loves to snuggle up to you with all the pillows and blankets in the house covering you both

-L O V E S to hug you

-it’s like his favorite pastime

-he’ll just wrap his arms around you real tight and bury his head in your neck

-and whisper what he loves most about you

-kissing isn’t everything to him, but he definitely likes doing it

-you hate to use a stupid anime trope, but his lips really do feel like petals

-they’re so s o f t

-and the way he holds you when he kisses you makes you feel like you’re in a kdrama

-he straight up whisks you off your feet or dips you before brushing your hair from your face and staring into your eyes

-just to give you a lil peck

-his number one favorite thing is torturing you with his looks on stage

-he always finds you in the crowd and refuses to take his eyes off of you while he does…… all of that

-you know what I’m talking about

-the tongue

-the lip biting

-the million dollar smiles

-the smirks

-E N O U G H

-but then he meets you after the show and acts all innocent

-“You look so beautiful today, Y/N. Thanks for coming to the show”

-“Don’t think you’re being sly, coups. I just hope you saved some energy up for when we get home”

-and then he becomes the human embodiment of the “😳” emoji

-and then you’re just like

-“You’re gonna need the energy to clean the house when you get home since you left me alone there all day”

-“JAGIYA WAIT I-”

-“Too late, pretty boy”

-in summation: Papa Coups would be an ideal bf who’s always acting a fool, but he’s your fool

Sober (M) Part Seven

Characters: Kwon Jiyong a.k.a G-Dragon (BIgBang), Song Mino (WINNER) 

Genre: Angst 

Part One Part Six

Originally posted by jiclass

It had been hours since you had last spoken, you supposed there was nothing you could say that could make the tense situation any better. A big part of you, the smart part of you, wanted to get up and walk out of the waiting room. Then, there’s the other part of you, the part that can’t leave Jiyong alone, stays and you’re too weak to fight against it. For your love towards Jiyong, you stay seated beside him rubbing his back comfortingly as he torments himself with what could be happening inside to his ex-girlfriend. 

“Coffee?” you suggest quietly. 

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The Joker x Reader - “How to make a baby”

The Joker really wants a baby and doesn’t know how to approach the subject. Last time you two talked about it your answer was an unmistakable no and he doesn’t take that kind of negative attitude from anybody, including his girl. Or so he likes to believe…

You are reading a book in front of the fireplace, sitting on the soft rug and leaning your back against the couch. The Joker is resting in his favorite armchair, reading articles about How to make your girlfriend happy on his cell. He wants to convince you to have a baby with him and things have to go the right way because he is aware he can’t force you on this one. J reads the list again and decides to try the stuff he found, maybe it will work.

1. Tell her you love her

He holds his phone with two fingers like it’s infected with some contagious virus, takes a deep breath and utters with emotionless voice:

“Pumpkin, I love you.” It sounded so cold, flatter than the flat green tea latte he orders from Starbucks all the time. He hates the taste but it’s green. Yeah, well… it makes sense to him.

“Awww, that’s nice J,” you mumble, not really paying attention. You always have to sift through what he says because he sure says a lot of things. Most of the times you just pretend to listen and find it easier to just go with the flow.

It didn’t seem you cared about his first effort and he passes his fingers through his hair, annoyed: “What a bunch of nonsense, who wrote this crap?! I should kill them,” he thinks to himself and notices there is/are no name(s) at the end of the article. Dammit, how is he supposed to punish the culprit if he doesn’t know who it is? That makes him even more irritated but decides to continue.

2. Tell her she’s beautiful

For this one J believes he needs to change spots so he comes on the couch behind you and sits so you are trapped between his legs. He starts massaging your shoulders, his gold bracelets clinking in your ears.

“Ahhh, it feels nice,” you whisper, closing your eyes, enjoying the relaxing moment.

“You’re such a pretty doll, Princess,” he leans over and tells you, waiting for a reaction. You take his hand and kiss his laughing mouth tattoo, then keep it on your face, going back to reading. That worked better, he smiles, satisfied with the accomplishment so he continues:

“Do you remember when we first met? You annoyed me so much at the meeting I followed you to your car because I wanted to kill you.”

You snort at the memory and turn the page:” Oh, yeah, how could I forget?”

“…and then I saw you bending over to reach your glove compartment with that short skirt and I realized you had no underwear on.”

“Excuse me?! I did have underwear on,” you protest, looking up to him.

“That little string doesn’t count,” he smirks and you slap his knee.

“Does to! Plus, I totally busted you staring. Are you enjoying the view, Mister J? “ you recall the question, amused.

“Remember what I answered? I would like it even better from the top.” You both start laughing like crazy; it sure was one of the most daring pickup lines you ever heard but it worked.

“Such a charmer, baby,” you sigh, chuckling, turning your attention towards your reading again.

“I know,” he has to admit, grinning. “ I sure felt I have to ask if you would like to go on a heist together sometimes.”

“ I was impressed with your approach on asking for a date so I said yes,” you rest your head on his knee, closing your book for a few moments.  “It sure was lucky you had a robbery planned for that night, I never had so much fun on a first date,” you have to admit and The Joker’s heart beats faster, happy to hear the confirmation of his awesomeness. Man I’m good! he believes without hesitation and takes a quick glance at his cell again.

3. Buy her flowers

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he boasts before he grasps the idea he didn’t get shit.

“Oh, did you? How sweet, I love flowers,” you admit, picking around to see where they are and it clicks for J: Fuck, I have none. “Ummm, I forgot them in my car, I’ll go get them,” he gets up and heads towards the elevator, not knowing how is going to pull this one off.

“Thank you, baby !“ he hears before the elevator’s door close. You move close to the fire, wondering why he’s behaving weird but you kind of like it.

On the way to the underground parking, he passes by Frost’s office and since he always has the door opened, J sees the huge bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, no doubt a gift for his girlfriend.

He shamelessly walks in, giving Jonny a mean look and growls:

“These are mine!” and yanks the bouquet away.

“Of course, sir,” Frost is fast in agreeing since he knows better than not to keep his mouth shut at his boss’s behavior.

************

“Here, for you Pumpkin,” J gives you the flowers, kissing you and you really feel excited.

“They look so beautiful, I’ll keep them by me for a while,” you determine with such a glowing smile it makes him intrigued: Why do women always like this stuff? It’s so stupid. He goes back to his spot behind you and starts playing with your hair. He thinks he got this so he begins talking:

“You know, Pumpkin, you’re only getting older and…”

“What?!” you snap, finally paying attention. “ You’re so rude!” you pout and move away from him, placing yourself on your tummy in front of the fireplace, slamming your book around before you calm down a bit. “You’re old!” you hiss at him over your shoulder and he deeply inhales, not understanding why the truth is upsetting you so much.

It’s finally time to glance at that list again because apparently going rogue on his own it’s not working too well.

4.  Show interest in what she likes

J crawls down by your side and imitates your position, staring you down.

“What are you reading, Doll?”

“A book about villains,” you reply, frowning, bouncing your legs up and down.

“Am I in there?” he asks, getting closer to you and places his chin on your forearm.

“Nope,” you shortly answer, sniffling.

“I should be,” he states with confidence, pretending to read what you are.

You lift your shoulders up and try to ignore him. He takes a quick pick at the phone again.

5.  Let her know you’re lucky to have her

“I’m the most important one around here but I guess you have your fair amount of usefulness,” he seductively mumbles, thinking it’s the best praise he came up with so far.

“Huh?” you get upset, turning towards him and watching his silver teeth shinning in the firewood light. “Shut up, J !” and you push him away, sulking.

What the hell?! I thought she will love this for sure.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, Princess, is that it’s OK having you around,” he corrects his earlier statement, hoping for a more positive outcome.

“Whatever,” you grumble while he slowly uses two fingers to walk down your back until he reaches your shorts.

6. Cuddle up with her at home

The Joker gropes you and uses you as an anchor while really shoving himself into you. Your hair being yanked in the process doesn’t make you receptive to his tactic.

“Ouch, what are you doing?” you look at him again, suspicious. “Are you trying to tell me you wanna have sex or something? Because you don’t need all this, I always want you,” you bitterly admonish him by admitting to the truth. It flusters you how you can’t fully hate him, at least not for long periods of time.

“I’m just trying to get in your pants, literally. Why are they so hard to pull down?” J tries again and no luck, blowing a rebel strand of green hair off his face, irked because he usually doesn’t have trouble undressing you.

“Wow, that’s why you’ve been acting awkward?” you finally smile, contemplating if you should still be mad or not.

“I was acting…normal,” he grunts, fighting with your shorts and it makes you snicker at his struggle.

“Which means weird for you,” you are fast to point out. “So what’s going on?”

“Dammit, stupid shorts!” he slaps your butt and you lift yourself up a little bit so he can finally succeed in his mission. “Ohhhh, strings again,”  he delightfully growls, biting his lip.

“You know I always wear this kind of stuff because it apparently saved my life,” you roll your eyes, feeling there’s more to this behavior of his. “Hey, my eyes are up here!” you lift his chin up from your cleavage, interrupting his fun. “Tell me what’s going on.”

He takes a deep breath and swears he’s going to get rid of you if you don’t agree with him:

“Pumpkin, we should really have a baby.” And now he waits.

You stare at him without blinking for a few long seconds and it makes him uncomfortable. He never feels uncomfortable.

“Are you…are you for reals?!” you furrow your eyebrows, gasping.

“Yeah, we should have a baby, I told you before I want one,” he grinds his teeth and you sure don’t seem thrilled.

“Really???!!!! I told you I’m pregnant when you were sitting on your stupid armchair, playing on your stupid phone with something stupid for sure! You didn’t seem to care!!” you raise your voice, mad again.

His mouth just opens, he surely didn’t hear that, concentrating too much on the article that was supposed to get you to the point of wanting to have a baby.

“Oh my God, Princess, I’m gonna be a dad?!” he blurs out, his blue eyes lighting up in a way you didn’t see before and it kind of lowers your defense.

“I hope you’re going to be a better dad because as I boyfriend…I don’t know…”

He is not paying attention again.

“The Joker is gonna be a father,” he whispers, absent minded and you have to make him focus again:

“Do you still want to get in my pants or what?”

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“Hey Princess!” he shouts from his desk and you turn around in the same time with your 5 year daughter that’s playing on the ground with her toys: “Yes, Daddy?” she giggles and J starts laughing in his crazy way that would normally make people cringe. The two of you are so used to it you don’t even care.

“Come sit in Daddy’s lap, would you?” he gestures and you head over with Evie running in front of you wanting to be first one. She gets on his left knee and you sit on his right one.

“Which one of us, baby?” you pull on his hair, aggravated.

He smirks, gratified on how sneaky he can be:

“Does it matter? I got you both trained!”

“Did you hear that, Evie? Daddy got us trained. What do we do when Daddy is being a smart-ass, hmmm?” you kiss her forehead and she charges at his neck, screaming:

“We bite him!!!”

“Ahhh, good girl,” you snarl, watching The Joker squirm and snicker under attack while reaching for the book you set on his desk earlier.

“Did you have time to look at this?” you ask him while he has fun with Evie and he nods no, whimpering at the small teeth grazing his skin. “Here”, you open the book in the middle, showing him what you customized for him online. “ I got you a whole chapter in the villains book, wrote it myself. This way you don’t have to wait until you die like the others.”

His eyes get big and he grins, so pleased with what you did.

“Daddy, play with me!” Evie tugs on his shirt when she notices he is paying attention to something else. She starts bouncing in his lap, impatient and you get up.

“You did this for me, Doll?”

“Oh, yeah, because I really want to get in your pants tonight. Literally,” you whisper in his ear, biting his neck too.

*********************

You’ve been making out for 10 minutes now when he stops for a few seconds to unexpectedly say: “ I love you, Pumpkin” with that emotionless tone he uses when he’s at a loss of understanding his own complicated emotions.

“Aww, that’s nice, “ you snuggle more to him and he continues: “You’re such a beautiful doll, Princess.”

Something feels…strange.

“Y/N, I got you flowers,” he moans while pulling down your bra straps. It suddenly clicks for you and you get off him, panicked.

“Oh, no! No, no, definitely not!” you back out, heading for the door.

“What?” he pretends to be all innocent. “We should have another kid, look how cute Evie is.”

“Out of the question, you know I had a horrible pregnancy,” and you run out of the door when he stands up to follow you, fed up with your rebellion. You lock yourself in the bedroom that’s the furthest from your daughter’s room so you won’t wake her. The Joker comes and softly knocks on the door, amazed he’s not pissed yet:

“ Y/N, open up! What are you going to do? You’ll never sleep with me again?!”

You debate, thinking of all the fun you have all the time, that’s why you sound doubtful when you reply:

“Ummmmm…yeeeess….”

“Open the door, don’t make me mad! Daddy wants you! Or do I have to find myself another woman?” he bangs his head against the door, sighting.

“NO!!!” you kick the door from the other side, gulping. “That’s blackmail, J, it’s not fair!”
“This is what we do, Doll, you don’t like it when you are the lucky recipient?”

“NO!!!” you pout, kicking the door again. “I don’t like it!”

“Open up, yes? I want to get in your pants!” he tries the strategy and he hears you snicker. I didn’t lose my touch, he compliments his skills to his own self.

“I don’t have any pants on,” you crack the door open, hating yourself for wanting him so much.

He rests his head on the wood frame for a little bit before pushing his way in.

“Even better, makes it easier,” The Joker grins, slowly closing the door behind him.

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Boyfriend!Yoongi

Dating Yoongi would include
- him threatening to break up with you every single day
- “I think we should get couples shirts-”
- “I think we should see other people”
- “Y/n I think we should discuss custody arrangements for the cat after I leave you”
- “We’re at the point in our relationship where I realize we shouldn’t have one”
- Your friends constantly wondering how the two of you ended up together when you’re complete polar opposites
- You being sweet and bubbly 25/8 and him being described as slightly irate on his best days
- But despite him being a grouch he literally does the most elaborate romantic things but acts so pained whenever you gush over him
- For example he set up an entire rooftop picnic fit for tumblr on your birthday and feigned surprise
- “Yah look someone forgot their food hurry let’s eat before they come back”
- “Did you do this?”
- “.. I don’t even like you”
- “wERE DATING”
- Yoongis the type of boyfriend to treat u like you’re not all that in public when u guys are alone he gives you the world on a silver platter
- You’re literally the only person who has been able to wake him up from a nap without sustaining any serious injuries
- (That isn’t to say he doesn’t glare at you like he’s trying to set you on fire with sheer will power)
- I imagine him being an extremely temperamental guy, especially when it comes to his music, so it doesn’t help that you’re a sensitive smol bean 99.8 of the time
- He rarely lashes out but sometimes when he’s stressed with comeback schedules and writing it happens
- He hates seeing your expression fall when he gets mad at you over the most minuscule things
- And usually comes to reconcile within the hour
- He’s amazingly awful at apologizing
- You think it has something to do with the fact that he hates saying sorry
- But his apologies are always extremely heartfelt and sincere if not a little painfully awkward
- It usually starts with him getting unnecessarily handsy with you
- Like sneaking up on you in the kitchen and resting his chin on your shoulder while you wash dishes
- His apologies usually consist of “I’m a dick” and then him repeatedly rubbing circles into your hip bones until you relent and turn in his arms
- “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings”
- You two probably started out as friends and progressed from their so there are little to no boundaries between the two of you
- Like that’s good and well sometimes because you can literally go to him for anything; problems with work, spats with friends whatevs u know
- But also it sucks because he’s brutally honest with u like sometimes u just like “damn u really don’t give a shit about my feelings huh 😭”
- But Yoongi only has your best interest at heart so he always tells you the truth even if it’s hard to hear n u appreciate that
- Jealous Yoongi is a sight to behold
- You never intentionally flirt with other guys
- You’re just naturally really nice but everyone reads too deep into that 🙄
- It bugs the living shit out of him because you’re so oblivious
- “You’re really nice to everyone”
- “Thanks Yoongi! I-”
- “That wasn’t a compliment I want you to rid yourself of this weakness”
- He always wants to keep you for himself
- “Taehyungs inviting us to the movies”
- “Taehyung can eat a dick”
- And you’re so confused and are like why r u so grumpy all of a sudden
- And he just lays his head back in your lap and forces your hand back on his hair to massage his scalp
- Literally puts you in a headlock so you won’t leave the bed
- He has the horrible habit of (physically) kicking you off his spot on the couch he hasn’t shaken since u were still just friends
- “Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me now since we’re dating ”
- “That’s not how it works”
- He posts ugly pics of you and captions is it wcw
- Sometimes pulls your hair when you’re making him mad
- Or horny it depends
- You two cycle together so when you have your period Yoongi is also laying on the couch with a hot pad on his belly and a neck pillow while the both of you eat chunky monkey out of the tub in your bath robes
- Yoongi always seems to be around when you’re doing something stupid and he’s in the back sending you judgmental looks
- “You’re the reason this country has to put directions on shampoo bottles”
- Literally bullies u all the time
- “When I said I’d always be there for you I didn’t realize u would be this fucking needy”
- “You don’t mean that”
- “I always mean what I say I may not mean to say it out loud sometimes but I always mean it”
- He can be mean to you but no one else can so when jungkook tries to come for you for being a dork Yoongi just stares at him
- “Jungkook-ah I know ten different ways to hide a body”
- But despite the fact that you always physically drag him out of the house and he lays on top of you so you stop trying to leave the bed you two are the most perfect couple to exist. It really is true when they say opposites attract

A/N: this ended up so long I’m sORRY HOLY COW I LOVE U BF YOONGI. SEND FEEDBACK PLZ. Who’s should I do next ??? :P

Bonus: Did u notice this is kind of a spinoff of Yoongi n Y/N from the unexpected series? BC I love u guys n y'all always ship them lOL my gift to u ❤️

I Hate You (M) // Kim Yugyeom AU

Originally posted by yuginom

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Summary//Request: You and Yugyeom both attend the same college - and you hate each others guts. But one day when you both reach the end of your tether, the two of you find a better way to take out your frustrations; on each other.

This scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains smut and strong language.


“Can you move?”

“I don’t know, can I?” Yugyeom didn’t even bother looking up from his phone as you tried to step over his legs which were currently blocking the entrance to the kitchen in the student common room.

“Seriously Yugyeom, you’re such a dickhead” you said under your breath as you stepped over him, stumbling slightly before finding your balance – shooting him an evil glare before you began rummaging through the fridge to find your lunch you had placed there earlier.

“And you’re a bitch, but you don’t see me complaining” he replied nonchalantly as he watched you from the corner of his eye – bent over and beginning to become even more agitated than you already were.

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Stupidity - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

I hate to pile another request on you, but what ‘bout a jughead/reader one, where his S/O persuades him to have a lazy day, and they just cuddle and kiss, nothing more, nothing less.

Originally posted by newtmqs


I’m posting two Jugheads on Valentine’s day because why the Hell not! I tried to make this really fluffy and grossly cheesy for ya! The ending is really bad because I wrote this over two days and lost my ideas. Sorry!!

You weren’t feeling one hundred percent one afternoon, so you called your boyfriend to see if he would be willing to come over. You had been dating Jughead for three months now and were always making plans to hangout. You dialed his number and waited as it rang. After a few moments he finally picked up, “Hey Y/N. I know you love me and all, but we’re literally going out in a few hours.” You let out a giggle, “I was thinking that we could scrap those plans, maybe?” He didn’t say anything for a bit, “Okay sure. Are you feeling alright?” You smiled at his concern, “Just feeling a little low is all.” He laughed on the other end, “You called to see if I would come and cuddle you, right?” You let out another giggle before responding, “Maybe…” He let out an overly dramatic sigh and you could just picture his expression. “I’ll be there soon.”

  He was knocking on your door about ten minutes later. You let him in the house, silently thanking whatever all powerful force had convinced your parents to go out that day. You wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing your face into his shoulder. “Thanks for coming over, Jug,” you whispered and a soft chuckle echoed through his chest. “There’s no need to thank me babe.” You smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into your room. When inside, he shed his jacket and hat, placing them on your desk chair. You both settled on your bed, snuggled together under your blankets. Your legs tangled together and his arms pulled you to his chest. “So is this all we’re doing today?” He peered down at you with a grin as you reached up and brushed a strand of dark hair out of his face.

 “Do you have a problem with this, Jones?” You sat up, resting one hand on either side of his hips. You looked down at him and at the smug grin that was etched on his lips. His hand reached up, stroking your cheek lovingly and you rolled your eyes. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, you whispered and leaned down, pressing your lips softly to his.
He smiled into the kiss, pushing back with fervor. Your hand pulled gently at the hem of his sweater as he cupped the back of your head, deepening the kiss. He carefully turned you on your back so he was leaning half of his weight on your side. He broke the kiss with the movement, but his hand shifted to your jaw. His thumb ran across your jaw and chin, to the edge of your bottom lip. “You look so…” he just trailed off and let out a small chuckle, “nothing in my authorial vocabulary can describe you.” You started to giggle from underneath him, “Is that you trying to be romantic or you admitting that you’re dumb?” He joined in on your laughter, shaking his head at your remark. “Which one sounds better to you,” he asked still looking down into your eyes. “Hmm, from an emotional standpoint, it sounded horribly romantic,” he started to lean down, but you stopped him midway by grabbing his chin. “Although, logically, it seemed like you were accepting your stupidity.” You let go of his face, but he only hovered above your lips.
You smiled widely at him, which caused him to laugh. He buried his head between your shoulder and neck, still laughing. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on your neck as he spoke. “I love you too, Jug,” you said, running your hand across his shoulders to the back of his neck. The tips of your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck and he turned his head, his nose brushing your jaw.  “We’re so gross,” he said, causing you to laugh a little more. He lifted his head once more to look at your face and you couldn’t help but wonder about how you got so lucky. Little did you know, Jughead was thinking the exact same thing. The rest of the day was spent like that; making each other laugh at silly nonsense and reveling in the other’s comfort.  

NOBODY LIKE YOU [DRACO MALFOY]

request: “HELLO!!! i really enjoy your writing and i wanted to request something (: i was wondering if you could do a Draco x Reader imagine where reader is super shy and Draco’s readers boyfriend and he teases reader a bit about it constantly and reader gets kind of upset??? but he makes it up to them?? i’d really love it if you did (: also i’m sorry that it’s oddly specific 😅” — by anon

a/n: not gonna lie that i was excited to write this bc it’s my first draco imagine request lol. i hope that you don’t mind that i changed it up a bit and i also hope that you like it! thank you :-)

Masterlist Request link here!

People often told you that the only reason why they were suddenly aware of your existence was because you started dating Draco Malfoy. Well, that was probably because you were one of the most silent and shy of the entire student body in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

That was also one of the reasons why your fellow wizards wondered how the hell did you manage to win the Slytherin Prince’s heart if you were his complete opposite. You didn’t know the answer yourself, but either way you weren’t complaining.

Though sometimes Draco was a very, very, very annoying boyfriend. He loved to mess with you in any kind of way, whether it was to tease you how your hair looked like a bird’s nest in the morning, how you were Flitwicks’ favorite student, and of course, the fact that you were practically an anti-social human being.

“Y/N, don’t you think this is getting a little bit ridiculous?” Draco smirked as the two of you sit down on your usual table inside the library. “I mean, Madam Pince won’t bite.”

You huffed, “I know that but —”

“You’re too shy?” He cut you off with a knowing grin.

You involuntarily blush and cross your arms. “Yeah … though only because this is my second time not returning my borrowed book on the correct due date!”

Draco laughed quietly, “Love, that’s bloody stupid and you know it. Madam Pince probably wouldn’t even remember that it is your second time.”

“What if she does?”

“She won’t.”

“Draco, you wouldn’t know that.”

“You wouldn’t know it either.” he smartly pointed out. “So let’s call it quits and just go to Madam Pince and return this book to her so we can go have our date.”

You blush yet again at the mention of your date with Draco today. The both of you were already supposed to be in Hogsmeade, but since you were too anxious to walk up to the librarian and just return your book, there had been a delay of plans.

As you were about to stand up and finally approach Madam Pince, you heard Draco mutter something under his breath.

“Finally. Bet Pansy would have approached her an hour ago with no persuasion needed.” he said but you can still hear the teasing tone in his voice.

You knew he was still trying to drive you nuts (something he liked to do a lot), but you couldn’t help but feel upset because of the mere fact that you have always been slightly insecure of Pansy since a lot of people always told you Draco was better off with her rather than with you.

“Then maybe you should start dating her instead.” you bluntly stated before walking towards Madam Pince and placing the book on her desk without another word, going out of the library then, not even bothering to wait for Draco to catch up.

The Slytherin Prince wasn’t stupid. He knew he had gone a little too far with what he told you because he immediately got up from his seat to follow you outside.

He matched your pace, his voice gentle and soft as he start to talk to you, “Love, you know I was only kidding, right?”

“Didn’t seem like you were.” You answered, your eyes staring straight ahead.

You hear him sigh. “Y/N, Pansy can never beat the beauty and charm you have. I didn’t mean to sound like I preferred her to be my girlfriend. I was only teasing.” he reasoned.

You didn’t answer him but still, the sudden rush of blood to your cheeks gave you away, making Draco crack a smirk. Knowing that he was enjoying this, you finally turned to his direction and slapped him hardly on the chest.

“I’m still mad at you.” You reminded him.

“Then why are you blushing?” he challenged.

You huffed, “I’m pretty sure it’s because of anger.”

Draco raised his eyebrows because of this. “Y/N, if there’s one thing cuter than you being shy, it’s you trying to act mad.”

His comment made you stare at him blankly. “How can you be so smooth and annoying. I hate you so much.” you joked, a smile finally making its way to your face.

He grinned, suddenly pulling you closer despite the fact that you could literally feel everyone staring at the both of you, since you were still standing in the middle of the hallway.

“Draco, not here please.” You pleaded, proving once again how shy you truly were.

He ignored your protest, tilting your head up instead to make you look at him. “Hey, I was serious about what I said. Sure I banter a lot and make fun of you a lot, but I hope you know it’s a way of showing how much I love you. I wouldn’t want anybody else to be here with me right now other than you, Y/N.”

You widened your eyes at his words since he rarely say those kind of things whenever there were other people around, especially first years who were clearly eavesdropping to your conversation, now squealing silently.

“Okay, okay.” you smile. “I love you too, Draco, but can we be go somewhere private now? I swear, I could feel daggers behind my back.”

He chuckled and placed a quick but sweet kiss on your lips, catching you off guard and once again, making you blush stupidly, something you tend to do a lot whenever you were with your boyfriend.

“So, about that date …”

Enough For Now

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Pairing: Dean x Female Reader
Rating: M
Warnings: Smut, language.
Summary: You haven’t seen Dean in over a year, and the sudden scruff he’s got lining his jaw is doing things to you. 
Author’s Notes: I’m almost at 100 followers and I’m so grateful for all of you. I’ve only had this blog for a few months and already the feedback has been amazing. So, as a thank you: here’s this.

It’s been forever since you’ve been to the bunker. You jumped at the chance to take a vacation when Dean called, saying that it’s been too long since they’ve seen you, and that he and Sam had some major stuff to fill you in on.

When you get to the giant front door, you’re suddenly overcome with nerves. What if something’s really, really wrong? What if one of them is going back to hell? What if– no, you stop yourself. You don’t want to worry yourself too much. Besides, Dean sounded fine on the phone.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when the door creaks open, and Sam grins when he sees you. “Hey.” He says, and he grips you in a hug before you can react. “Good to see you.” 

“Good to see you too.” You say, hugging him back. “God. You guys still haven’t spruced this place up?” You tease as he takes your bag and leads you inside. 

“Been a little busy.” Sam says, sheepishly. 

You haven’t seen Dean yet and you don’t– you don’t want to seem too eager. It’s just… he’s the one that called. And you miss him, okay. You’ve always been a bit closer to Dean than Sam. You love them both, so much, but you and Dean are two sides of the same coin. 

“Dean’s in the kitchen,” he says, like he can read your mind.

You smile a little sheepishly. “That obvious?” 

“Only to me. I’ll take your bag to your room, you go down. He’s been a little anxious.” 

You follow the familiar path to the kitchen, and stop just inside the doorway when you see Dean sitting at the table, fidgeting. He’s got his laptop in front of him and he drums his fingers on the tabletop, then on his cheek as he shifts his weight and puts his head in his hand. 

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Dating Sirius Black Would Include...

Okay, so this is my first writing thing for my blog and I hope this is okay. Thank you for taking some time to read this trash and please if you have any, GIVE ME ADVICE ON WHAT I COULD IMPROVE ON OR DO BETTER!! My ask box is free for anyone to send something in or anything. THANK YOU RANDOM PERSON READING THIS!! I LOVE YOU AND HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GOOD DAY

- He would try sooo many pickup lines
- Mostly cheesy and bad ones
- But he knew they would make you smile
- He would stare at you a lot because he was entranced by your beauty
- The Marauders would keep teasing him about it and calling it his “little problem”
- “Having your little problem again, Sirius?”
- “What?! No! Do you think her hair is as soft as it looks?”
- “Sureee, you were totally not checking Y/N out…”
- Him trying to set an elaborate plan to ask you to be his girlfriend
- Which involves fireworks, flowers, candles, the quidditch field, and even a promise ring
- Which of course, you say yes to being his girlfriend
- Cuddles
- Like he would want to cuddle alll the time just so he could hold you in his arms
- He would be the jealous type
- Seeing a guy talk to you and he would grow really possessive
- Going right up to you and kissing you in front of the guy you’re talking to
- And then give you that smoldering look of his that makes you weak in the knees and melt and he knows it
- When sharing a blanket he would be such a blanket hog
- “Babe, give me the blanket.”
- “No, I’m cold and you keep taking it from me!”
- “I know what could warm you right up…” he wiggles eyebrows
- You face palm and then hit him lightly
- KARAOKE NIGHT!!
- Sirius would love it so much because he’s such a great singer
- And he sings you a love song every time
- But seriously(no pun intended) serenading to you for everything and making the other girls jealous of you
- Okay, so maybe the pun was intended
- Don’t judge me
- He would be the boyfriend that always steals your food from your plate
- “Love, give me back my food. There is literally a feast before you.”
- “Don’t wanna. It tastes better from your plate.”
- You would face palm
- “Sirius, honey there really is no difference.”
- He would stick his tongue out
- His KISSES THOUGH
- Soft kisses to your forehead when cuddling
- Passionate ones
- Wild ones
- All over you
- Which both of you love
- But sooo many hickeys
- So you would need high necked shirts or makeup to cover it up
- But he does the hickeys on purpose because he likes to know that you’re his and he wants to show any guy who dare tries to flirt with you
- Just any guy in general
- Which causes some problems
- “Sirius, my potions partner won’t talk to me.”
- “Well he shouldn’t have touched your arm.”
- “It was on accident, and he’s gay for goodness sakes!”
- “You don’t know, he could’ve taken you away from me!”
- “Love, I’m never going to leave you.”
- “Really?”
- “Yes, now stop being such a big whiny baby.”
- “But I’m your whiny baby.”
- “Yes you are. Now please shut up so I can get this report done for Slughorn.”
- Being really close to the other Marauders
- Helping James with asking out Lily
- Making wolfsbane potion for Remus
- Because you’re just that awesome and smart
- Helping Peter get over some of his insecurities
- Sirius can’t cook worth a shit for you
- But he can bake(with the store brought mixes of course and him being fascinated by a supermarket when you first take him to one to buy some stuff)
- “Y/N! You can buy anything here!”
- You giggle at his boyish character
- “Sirius! Come back here! You’re supposed to pay for these at the cash register before leaving.”
- “But I thought they were some kind of weird magic that was going to poison the things we bought.”
- And of course, you face palm
- Leaving you cookies and treats with smiley faces on them because he loves you that much
- Him getting you a helmet for you so you can ride with him on his motorcycle
- Him still continuing to stare at you in class
- You notice and blow him a kiss
- Which he grabs and puts inside his robe and then winks at you
- Ugh adorable and yes I’ve always wanted to happen to me in real life
- Don’t ask me why, I’m weird
- Anyways back to you and Sirius
- Being there for him when his family disowns him
- He stays at your house because why not
- Your dad would look at Sirius and size him up because he doesn’t trust Sirius around you
- But then he sees how happy you are with Sirius and welcomes him to the family
- Your mom would love Sirius from the very beginning
- Your mom literally being Sirius’s second mom
- But you know, without the hate and stuff
- Cause ain’t nobody got time for that ish
- Late night talks with Sirius about anything and everything
- Learning all about his childhood
- Crying because you can’t believe that Sirius had to deal with everything with his family all alone
- “Shhh. It’s alright love. I finally have you in my life and James and those other stupid bloody arses.”
- Laughing and sobbing at the same time because only Sirius could be like this when talking about such a serious topic
- Him being such a cinnamon roll to you
- And you tell him that but he doesn’t get what it means
- So he just decides to bring you cinnamon rolls every morning
- Which you love, so you don’t tell him what it means
- Because yas and why not, it’s cute
- Discovering his Animagus and being all cute about it
- Teasing him by calling him a little puppy
- “Y/N, I can’t believe you would dare insult your wonderful, loving, caring boyfriend who is NOT A STUPID LITTLE TINY USELESS PUPPY!”
- “But you’re just so adorable. I can’t help it!”
- “Well no more kisses and cuddles for you until you admit that I’m a fierce, strong, big scary dog.”
- “Fine. I’ll admit it.”
- “I knew not even you could give up my kisses.”
- “Who says I was doing it for me? It’s not like you could survive without my cuddles. Might as well spare you the torture.”
- Playing with his hair
- Putting it into the most ridiculous hairstyles you can think of and telling him it looks “hot” to girls
- “Why would I want other girls to like me when I already have the love of my life with me?”
- cue the awwwws
- You would feel soooo guilty and you would take the hairstyle out
- Because you are now literally a puddle on the floor from him
- “You love me?”
- “I’ve always loved you and will keep loving you for all of eternity. You are my soulmate and my missing piece.”
- You stand there speechless because OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. You only thought this happened in dreams
- He thinks your silence means that you didn’t want to hear that
- “Forget it. Let’s pretend like nothing happened. I’m sorry.”
- You start tearing up and quietly say, “Don’t go. I love you too.”
- His face splits into that smile you love and he grabs you and kisses you senseless
- He would gently wipe away your tears and kiss your face where each one of the tears were
- And then wrap you up in his arms and carries you to his bed…
- So y'all can cuddle and be with each other for the rest of the afternoon and then you falling asleep in his arms at night

Stop being inappropriate y'all. I know you all were thinking about sex when he carries you to the bed. Your dirty minds always gotta ruin everything. 😂😂Jk I can’t judge because I was thinking about it too. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS TRASH THAT YOU DIDNT HAVE TO READ
P. S. Yes I know my URL sucks. I wasn’t thinking I would actually be posting stuff on here people wanted to see. And yes I know I literally elaborated on everything. Sorry! I had to. Come to my ask box peoples and tell me your thoughts on this