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Secret Kisses || Remus Lupin x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: Please do an Imagine with Remus where the Marauders are curious because he disappears randomly, not because of the werewolf-disaster but because he’s secretly making out with a shy Reader :D]]

I have been dying to write this imagine omg I’m so excited for this !! ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́)

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: none, just pure fluff

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!!

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Foreign

Originally posted by j-miki

Title : Foreign

Pairing : Jinyoung x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Romance

Author : Myself

Summary : You’re supposed to meet your boyfriend’s parents, but you’re a foreigner and you start freaking out, so your boyfriend comforts you.

Red dress? Too fancy. Long skirt? Too Tacky. Jeans? Too casual.

You shook your hands in the air, throwing yet another piece of clothing and hating yourself for not being able to buy one single decent outfit for this important day. There was nothing worth being shown, and even less parade into in front of your boyfriend’s parents. You selected a pair of black pants and took a pale blue embroidered tunic, hoping it would have a girly effect on the people who were pictured as severe and merciless. You checked on your reflection in the mirror and sighed.

You looked like nothing they would love. Nothing at all.

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Carnival Confessions

Pairing: JayTim
Event: JayTimWeek Summer 2017
Summary: Wherein Jason is a nervous, lovesick mess and Tim is clueless.
Notes: I’M A WEEK LATE; forgive me ;__;


“Tonight is perfect,” Jason admitted, just as the ferris wheel carriage reached its zenith. After all, the moon was full and the stars were bright, and the neon haze below made him feel giddy. His gaze slid to the other side of the cart and he shoved forward a drooping bouquet of wildflowers, wilted from the motorcycle ride.

Against his ribs, his heart jack-hammered.

“It’s perfect…because of you,” he breathed, swallowing thickly right after the confession. It was a moment of truth. His palms were sticky. His throat had gone dry. He ached…and then he groaned just before unceremoniously crumpling backwards, causing the carriage to tip sideways and creak under the sudden shift of weight.

The bench across from him was, of course, empty.

Had Timothy Jackson Drake actually been sitting there, Jason would have undoubtedly taken a swan-dive from the cart and disappeared into the crowds below. A man’s pride could only take so much in a ten minute period, and confessing to someone like Tim seemed like a surefire way to throw your heart into a blender.

After all, Tim was calm. Streamlined. Kind of nerdy, but that I’ve-got-my-shit-together type, which spoke to Jason’s nerdiness on an elevated level. But also, Tim was unaccessible.

Always working.

Always on patrol.

Always texting.

“Well?” he asked, eyeing the bouquet in his hand for advice. “What do you think? He loves me, he loves me not?”

They stared at him. Jason stared back.

One daisy wilted further.

“Uggggggh,” Jason dropped his hand, unintentionally letting the flowers slap against the seat.

When the ride ended and the cart door opened, the elderly attendant stepped forward to help only to pause abruptly.

“Sir?” he asked.

From his collapsed position on the bench, Jason simply lifted his wrist. The flowers made a sad sound. Jason sighed.

He felt pathetic and he hadn’t even been rejected yet.

Jason thought about giving up. Trying a different time. Trying a different person. But the attendant’s hand came forward as he took a step inside the carriage; he saw the weeping flowers, the far-away, love-lost look in Jason’s eyes.

Maybe he sees himself, Jason thought. Did he once try to woo a lover in a ferris wheel?

The old man said, very seriously, “Son. You need to get off.”

Jason sighed.

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anonymous asked:

I was really scared of getting in the fandom. I still am scared of being in the fandom. Not because it's bad, but because of all the wonderful things, and wonderful people being accepting and hardworking, and supporting BTS so much. And it doesnt make a lot of sense, right? It's because that I don't have the courage to call myself an ARMY because I feel like I haven't done enough, and yet I still laugh and cry and love them so much, but I'm probably not deserving of it. I love the community(1/2)

(2/2)I really do. But I’m scared of reaching out and coming up empty handed, or maybe just giving an impression that I’m a fake ARMY, or even barely any kind of ARMY. It’s really silly and I can’t exactly voice it properly, and seeing what I wrote doesn’t even make sense to me. It’s laughable and pathetic. And I’m sorry for wasting your time with something so insignificant, but I didn’t know who else to tell, or what to do. I want to do something, to just feel like I do belong? Sighs. I’m sorry.

Listen dear, you loving all members, respecting them and their music and be it streaming just a video or doing something similar once in awhile is enough to make you an amazing fan. Don’t compare yourself to the ones who buy them Gucci belts, penguins and stars. You are fine, you are enough and we are thankful to have you as an ARMY^^ 

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Let’s Make a Deal {Part IV}

Author: Zoe

(A/N:Here we go,everyone! Sorry for the wait! This is officially the second-to-last chapter of Let’s Make a Deal.)

Mobster! Cassian x Reader

Plot Summary: 1954. All you cared about was earning money and surviving in the concrete jungle that we call New York City. However, ever since WWII ended, crime was rampant all around, and you managed to land right in the heart of it all. Cassian Andor was one of the local crime bosses, and the two of you managed to cross paths.

The anti-racketeering bill had been vetoed by an incredible 13-1 vote, leaving much to be celebrated by Cassian’s gang. With your immense numbers of alcohol and Cassian’s ‘persuasion,’ you had managed to get the government to do what you wanted.

And that called for a celebration.

Drinks were flowing as you made toasts from behind the counter, dressed a little nicer with a black dress and makeup for the party. “To Cassian! For stopping another prohibition and saving my bar!” You shouted from the top of the counter as the men whooped and hollered in glee.

“Of course, we would have been useless without this woman here!” Cassian smiled, climbing up next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist. “To Y/N! For helping us get councilmen inebriated enough to vote against the bill!”

“Cheers!” They all yelled, clapping as you saw Jasmine and Cohen sharing a celebratory and most likely tipsy kiss. You chuckled, raising your glass as everyone drank.

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Imagine Zac being reminded of a drunken encounter where he told you he loved you

“Shit!” Attempting to shake out the pain, Zac watched as the skin on his left hand quickly turned a bright pink. His widened blue eyes moved in your direction, the furrowing of his brow making you laugh. “What the hell was that for?”

“Oh, don’t you dare give me those pathetic attempts of puppy dog eyes,” you giggle. Dragging your plate of fries away, from the center of the table, you watch as his gaze follows. “Don’t touch my fries.”

“Come on, YN,” he sighed. Leaning back in his seat, Zac glanced over your shoulder in search for your waitress. It was nearly eleven thirty, and you two were having another one of your infamous late night snack sessions, sharing your favorite booth. You’re tucked away hidden from the eyes of anyone who could recognize him. “You have an entire plate, my food hasn’t even come out yet, let me have one.”

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dodie Series || Joe

Miscellaneous masterpost found here

Joe masterpost found here

Word count - 879

Summary - The one based off of Would You Be So Kind?

You were spending the night at Zoe and Alfie’s. You met the pair back in 2013 along with a lot of other British YouTubers who were big at the time. Now, even though the main “YouTube Crew” somewhat disbanded, you and Zoe remained as close as ever. Not to mention the outrageous crush you had on her brother brought you two closer as well. Zoe was who you went to with boy problems, even when the boy problems revolved around Joe.

It was late 2015 when you fell for the younger Sugg, and early 2016 when you decided to put yourself out there and tell him. The feelings, however, weren’t reciprocated. Luckily you and Joe remained friends, but you were left always wanting more. Always wondering if more would ever happen.

On the night of your sleepover, you and Zoe were hanging out in the sun room, looking up at the stars through the glass ceiling above you. Alfie had gone out for the night, so you and Zoe were able to chat about anything without him overhearing. Not that you didn’t trust Alfie, but some things were just for Zoe’s ears. You were lounging out, your head resting on the arm of couch. Zoe was sitting on the other end, Nala in her lap and her phone in her hand. “Alfie’s on his way back,” she said suddenly.

“Cool,” you responded, staring still up at the sky absentmindedly.

“He’s bringing Joe.”

You sat up and looked at Zoe. “Really?” you asked. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” she said sarcastically, “because they’re friends?”

“Shut up,” you laughed. With a sigh, you added, “Has he said anything about me?”

“You know we don’t talk about that kind of stuff,” Zoe said gently.

“I know,” you mumbled. “I was just wondering.”

“I still think you should just talk to him again,” Zoe said. She had been trying to get you to restate your feelings for her brother for a while now, but you were too nervous to get shot down- again.

“Yeah?” you scoffed. “And say what? I have a strange question. How are your lungs? Are they in pain?”

“What?”

“Cuz mine are aching,” you groaned. “And I think I know why. It’s because of him. It’s like whenever I think about him I can’t breathe. To be honest, I kind of like it though.”

“You’re so weird,” Zoe laughed.

“And after I’ve asked him about his lungs,” you continued, laughing as well, “I’ll say Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?” You jumped up onto the couch, putting your hand on your heart dramatically. “I know you know that I like you but that’s not enough! So, if you would, please fall in love with me!

Zoe laughed and you jumped off the couch, doing a spin in the middle of the room. “Then I’ll say, Let’s write a story,” you said, “so you can be in my book. You’ve got to join me on my page!

“Okay, okay,” Zoe said, “and what if he says he needs time?”

“He needs time?” you scoffed. “I’d say let’s swap chests today! That might help you decide.

You laughed again and fell back onto the couch. “And then,” you sighed, “once I’ve said all that, I’ll give him one final plea. I’ll just look at him and say, Can you do me one favor? Can your heart rate rise a little? Just a little, you know? Just enough so he can kind of get how I feel. Is that too much to ask?”

“You’re so in love with him,” Zoe laughed.

“I know,” you said, covering your face with your hands. “It’s pathetic, right? He must think I’m insane.”

“Not pathetic,” Zoe said. “I think it’s sweet. And like I said, I think you should just talk to him again. Maybe don’t say all of that, but say something. Just to see what he’s thinking.” You gave Zoe a wary look.

“Do you have any idea what he’s thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I waited way too long to tell you that my lungs are in pain too.”

You looked up at Joe so quickly that you nearly fell off the couch. Zoe covered her mouth to hide a giggle and you sent her a glare. “C’mon Zo,” Alfie said. “I don’t think we need to overhear this.” Zoe nodded with a smile and left you alone to chat with Joe. As soon as they were gone, Joe sat beside you and gave you a shy smile.

“How long have you felt this way?” you asked him. “When I last told you, you told me you weren’t interested.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested,” Joe said. “I said I wasn’t ready.”

“And now?” you almost whispered. Joe smiled and laid a hand on your cheek.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”

So, Joe pressed his lips against yours, letting his hands rest gently on your cheeks. You smiled behind the kiss and kissed him back, laying your hands on top of his. When you pulled away, Joe took your hand in his and placed it on his chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat. He smiled.

“You made my heart rate rise a little.”

The Beginning Of It All - Falling Part One

Pairing: Sam Holland x reader

Warnings: swearing

Note: So this is a bit shitty, my apologies. But this is just kind of an introduction to their relationship and gives you a bit of an idea what this series is about. It will get much better, I promise!

You laid on Sam’s bed -across his legs actually- and heaved a big sigh, making Sam look down at you.

“What is it?” He asked, a small smile finding it’s way to his lips.

“I’m completely, utterly, absolutely, horribly, very, terribly, awfu-“ You started, Sam’s loud laugh cutting you off.

“Just come out with it!” He urged.

“I’m bored.” You pouted.

Sam rolled his eyes, still smiling.

“Why don’t we go do something? Let’s go dancing tonight?” He suggested.


You visibly cringed, shaking your head and putting a hand up.

“No, no thank you.” You declined.

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Because you asked me to.

Cinnamon and honey. He inhales some more. The silky curls tingling his nose as he nuzzles, parting the strands as he moves to kiss. More kisses. He smells again. Such an addiction you are, my beautiful boy. I’m doomed.

Their limbs will never be disentangled. No. Don’t leave my bed. Our own.

 He shifts, he needs those lips. If I cannot wake up to this every morning then why should I wake up at all?  

The tip of his tongue knows how to part those lips. Part them for me. Give me more. He breathes him in. Cinnamon and honey. Cinnamon and Honey and Whiskey. My love.  

 Will sighs and seeks the crook of his neck where he digs his nose, presses his lips, sucks a languid bruise.

 A metallic sound. Hard. Loud. He wakes up. After all this time, his back still hurts. Never will he accustom to that pathetic excuse for a mattress.

 “Hands flat on the wall, Lecter” A command. Barely rude. He doesn’t even move.

 Do it, I’m here with you. Sweet words purred against his ear. Then a kiss. Do as you are told.

 So he does.

 Breakfast. Hideous.

 But he is there again. His legs are crossed and he looks at him from the floor. His smile shines brighter than all the sun a blue sky could dare show.

 Delicious, Will teases.

 You are.

 Will blushes. Come on. Eat. You need to eat, Hannibal.

 So he does.

 The rest of the day hurts through time. Long and impossible. But he is always there, curled up against him as Hannibal reads. Cinnamon and honey. He turns his head to the soft velvet of Will’s skin. More kisses until his lips feel numb.

 It is extremely difficult to concentrate with you being so close to me.

 Will laughs. Oh, that lovely sound. Hannibal closes his eyes. No. He opens them almost immediately because he doesn’t want to miss his face when it crinkles.

That won’t do. I am always with you. Now Read.

 So he does.

 The night finally shows, allowing him to join him in bed. The air smells sweet and ripe. And Will. Hannibal wraps his arms around his waist and there is nothing else there but their embrace. Cinnamon and honey.

  Then Alana comes. She just needs to see, to make sure the past is right and he is trapped. She even enjoys. He wants to say things that don’t belong to him. So low. You are better than that, just listen to the music. Our song.

 So he does.

 He lives for the light Will brings through his glass. The one in his mind. The Cinnamon and the honey. Now this is his life.

Every day is the same. Months. Years. His glass prison feels like pause.

  I miss you, my beautiful boy.  

 More kisses. Always more.

 Hannibal. I will find my way back to you. Wait for me.

 So he does.

I REALLY HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE PICK ON MY FRIENDS.

OKAY. SOMEONE BETTER LEAVE MY FRIENDS ALONE. GOT NOTHIN NICE TO SAY?! NO? THEN SCREW OFF. No one invited you.

I didn’t promo my friend. I just reblogged her art because it was fanart about my child. I like- rarely get fanart- and I reblog every single fanart I get. So anon- whoever you are- 

Please leave my friend alone- now.


ALSO. I WANNA SAY SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT FOR ALL OF YOU LOVELIES OUT THERE. 

Don’t ever give up! Don’t kill yourself. You know you can do better! Every day is a new day- tough or not.
When times are bad- Just remember that if you’re feeling down- just go do something else that’s uplifting! like- draw. write. if you don’t believe in yourself- please don’t put yourself down! That’s no way to get better at the skill! Practice. Show the world what you can do. 

Anon’s like this? Phff. They’re jealous that you are strong. they try to put you down. I love all of your art! Every style is a style that’s gonna grow bigger- better- and we’ll all grow to be popular artists someday. As long as we don’t give up.


ANYWHO. ANON- THIS IS FOR YOU.

Do me a huge favor- and keep your negative thoughts to yourself. Even if you’re sad or whatever- It does not give you a right to take it out on my friends- or anyone in that matter. Go write your negatives down on paper where we don’t have to see it and sigh at your pathetic comments.
Do me a huge favor- and quietly go and pick on that person whispering negative things to you in your head.
Do me a huge favor- and please. Be nice. I believe that people like you can change


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Thorn in my side Joker x Reader

Warning: Some strong language

Blindfolded, Y/N could feel the city zooming by while driving with J. She didn’t know where he was taking her, he told her it was a surprise.

“Y/N, take a drive with Daddy. I’ve got a surprise for you.” He handed her the blindfold.

Just thinking about it made her anxious and excited. Y/N wasn’t your typical bad girl. She hasn’t killed anyone, or done anything bad for that matter. It was still a shock for Y/N that the Joker liked her. Maybe he just wanted to be the one to corrupt her. That’s probably it. Yeesh, good luck to him. She wondered if he was taking her on a heist to try and get her to prove herself. The anxiousness outweighed the excitement. She felt the car slow to a stop.

“Okay, baby. We’re here.” She could practically hear the smile in his voice. He exited the car, coming around to her side to help her get out. Her heart was pounding, she was sweating and slightly shaking. When he opened her door she jumped, evoking a chuckle from him. He grabbed her hand and helped her out of the car. He kissed her hand, causing her to smile. She loved how he could be so sweet to her. It was rare, but appreciated. Putting a hand on the small of her back, he led her wherever he wanted her to go. He felt her sweaty palm and noticed how tense she was. Kissing her neck, he nuzzled the side of her face.

“Relax.” He murmured. She never failed to amuse him, her innocence was both hilarious and irritating.

“J, maybe you should slow down. You’re going too fast, you could hit someone. Or an animal.” To that, he responded,

“If we’re lucky.” She was mad at him for three days. Once, he made the mistake of taking her to one of his clubs. When his business associate offered his hand, J didn’t take it. She immediately called him out, hitting him on the arm and she apologized to the confused business associate.

“Stop being rude.” She told him. Later she got on to Frost too for telling the man to sit down in such a ‘mean’ way. Needless to say, Frost apologized and promised to be nicer when she’s around. She apologized to every hostage he ever took, had pleasant conversations with other crime bosses, amusing them as well, and she even let some of the people he was torturing go. He yelled at her for that, making her cry and not talk to him for a week. As a way of saying sorry he gave her flowers spray painted green and purple. They died pretty quickly, but it was the thought that counted. She even gave B-man a gift basket with a note that said Thanks for all you do. When J gave her an incredulous look she said, “He has to put up with you, he deserves something.”  She’d be perfect if she would let her true colors show. And that explains why he took her here, to Ace Chemicals. He figured this was the closest thing to marriage they were going to get.

As he helped her walk up stairs, she became confused. Where the hell were they? She smelled chemicals in the air, and scrunched up her nose. Suddenly J stopped walking. He undid the blindfold, his face the first thing she saw. She looked around, not knowing where they were. She saw containers full of bubbly chemicals and frowned. The anxiousness returned. He gave her a passionate kiss before pulling himself back. He seemed to be trying to control himself.

“Would you die for me?” Obviously. Furrowing her brow, she held his stare.

“Yes.”

“Too easy. Would you.. Would you.. Would you live for me?” His eyes kept glancing towards her lips.

“Yes.”  He held up a finger.

“Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly.” Oath? What is this?

“Do you want this?” She was beyond confused.

“I’m sorry, J but what the hell are you talking about?” His eyes narrowed, angry that she didn’t get what he wanted her to do. Only when he glanced toward the chemicals, did she get what he meant.

“You want me to jump in there?” He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face.
“J, I can’t swim.” Giving her a hurt look, he snapped,

“I’ll be there.”

“I don’t know, why would I do this? I mean, you’re happy with the way I look now, right?”

“It’s not about the way you look. It’s about you.” He sighed again. This is a fucking disaster.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with me?” He rolled his eyes.

“Honey, you’re not cut out for this life. I,” He put his arms around her shoulders, walking her over to the edge of the platform.”want you to change. To be like me.” Giving her a reassuring smile, he gave her a little nudge towards the edge.

“J, I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready for this yet.” I thought he’d be the one with commitment issues.  His smile disappeared. She quickly tried to reassure him.

“B-but that’s not a no. I just need some time to think about it.” Surprisingly, he looked crushed, a little pout on his lips. She kissed him, but he didn’t kiss back. He nodded after she pulled away.

“Ok.”

They didn’t talk the whole ride home. He didn’t even bother speeding. He huffed, he’d probably let batsy take him to Arkham. Maybe then he’d get out of this embarrassing situation. Huh. Embarrassing. Never thought I could feel that before. When they got home, they still didn’t talk. When it was time for bed, he faced his back towards her. Not even a ‘good night’. She sighed. She guessed he had a right to be upset. She basically refused his proposal. Deciding she couldn’t take much more of this, she rolled over to face him.

“J?” Nothing. Still pouting. Scooting over so she was right behind him, she wrapped her arms around him. He growled and tried to shift out of her grip, only to cause her to wrap her legs around his waist. She placed kisses to his neck but didn’t get a response.

“I love you.” No answer. Nuzzling into his hair, she fell asleep.

When she woke up he was gone. No surprise there. She walked into the room he often disappears into when he’s mad. And there he was. A fake smile drawn on his face, picking petals off of flowers.

“She loves me, she loves me not. She hates me, she hates me not.” She sighed. Sometimes he could act so pathetic. Suddenly a light bulb went off in her head, giving her an idea to make him feel better. He wanted me to change, huh? Fine. No more Mr. Nice Guy. Or Miss Nice Girl. She left to get the supplies she would need for her plan, politely asking some henchmen to go with her. She was going to demand they come with her, but she decided that was too mean.

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J was carving  HA’s into knife hilts when Y/N came rushing in, a big smile on her face. He glared at her and then went back to work. She ran over, grabbing his arm.

“I got a surprise for you.”

“Oh? Do you? Well I might need some time to think about it, you know, in case I decide I don’t love you enough to accept it.” He recited what she did to him, and a guilty look came across her face.

“J, please. I think you’ll really like it.” Her voice broke near the end, causing him to groan. He still hated seeing her upset, no matter what she did to him. Grabbing the collar of her shirt, he yanked her to him and kissed her. Then he bit down on her bottom lip, drawing blood. She yelped and jumped away.

“What was that for?”

“For being a thorn in my side.” He growled. This time she pouted, grabbing his hand and leading him to whatever she wanted to show him. Walking into a room with a couple of henchmen, he noticed immediately that they were trying not to laugh. Until they saw him, that is. Now they just looked nervous. He then saw a man tied to a chair,  looking more confused than scared. Y/N was so excited she was bouncing on the balls of her feet, looking at J for approval. He was still confused, so he didn’t know how to react.

“I got him J! I’ll show you I can be like you.” She skipped over to a briefcase pulling out her ‘torture tools’. He could barely contain his laughter as he saw what they were. She had a rubber band, a needle, nail clippers, and a tissue. He gave her a confused look, which she took as a impressed one.

“You think this is bad? Wait till you see what else I have.” He just noticed something in the corner of the room covered with a tarp. She walked over to it, and pulled the covering off. It was a pink razor scooter.

“Have you ever had one of these hit the back of your ankles, Mr. J? Just give me a few minutes with him and he’ll do whatever you want.” She smiled proudly. He felt a pang in his chest, realizing he could have took this innocence away from her yesterday. He just realized how much he adored it. Giving her a huge smile, he opened his arms.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” She squealed, running into his arms. He glared at the guy tied to the chair, causing his confused look to turn into a scared one. Pulling Y/N away from him, he pointed at the man.

“Look how scared he is of you, pumpkin. How does it feel?” Her smile faltered and she stood on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

“I feel kind of bad. I was never gonna hit him with the scooter. That’s too much.” He let out his maniacal laugh causing her to join in.

She was a thorn in his side, but he loved it.

Heartbreaks (Theo Raeken)

Hey guys :) I got a little bored so I decided to write this! Request are OPEN! Hope you like it. 

I sat cuddled up on the couch with my boyfriend Theo. He had his arms tightly wrapped around me and I was snuggled into him. I know my pack doesn’t agree with me being with Theo but he makes me happy and they’re willing to put up with him for my sake. Currently Theo and I were having our annual movie night. We were watching a horror movie tonight. All of the sudden something popped up on the screen and I screamed, threw all the popcorn up in the air, and hid my face into Theo’s chest, while he started to laugh at me.

“You okay there babe?” He laughed.

“I’m fine now.” I sighed. But of course something else popped up and I screamed again. “No I’m not!” I cuddled into his chest.

“You’re too cute.” He chuckled. 

“Whatever.” I pouted.

“Come on, I think it’s time you should go to bed.”

“But I’ll have nightmares.” I pouted.

“I promise I’ll keep the big scary dreams away.” He kissed my forehead then picked me up and carried me up to my room. He gently laid me down then crawled in next to me.

“Theo? How come you’re so much nicer to me than everyone else?” I questioned sleepily. 

“Because I love you.” he kissed my hand.

“But why aren’t you like that with everyone else?”

“Because it’s a side I save only for you. That way you’ll always feel special.”

“I love you so much.” I smiled.

I love you too baby.” he smiled then kissed me. My phone interrupted us by quacking. I pulled away and groaned. I looked and I had a text from Scott.

Scott: Y/N! THIS IS AN EMERGENCY! THEO IS WORKING WITH THE DREAD DOCTORS! CALL US AS SOON AS YOU READ THIS! DO NOT TRUST HIM!

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Pure Joy

This is something I’ve hardly ever seen done before, and when I have it’s Phil or Reader, so here goes nothing. [Not saying I invented this but I’ve never seen it, if you have hmu]

This drabble can be viewed in two ways. This can be Phan or it can be Phil/reader. Have fun!

“Hey, I need to tell you something.” My boyfriend says from his seat beside me on the couch, sounding randomly serious.

I look up from my laptop. “Yeah, Phil?”

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Ignorance  - Minhyuk Fluff/Smut

Summary - You were starting to forget your importance to Minhyuk, so it was time for a little reminder

Originally posted by wonhuff

You watched in envy as Minhyuk continued to smother himself in the puppy’s face. You don’t even remember why you let him get a dog, but now all you could feel was regret. The puppy practically hated you, snarling every time you got within close range. Meanwhile, it got along perfectly well with your boyfriend, never baring its sharp teeth on him. With these circumstances, you were stuck doing the unwanted chores like cleaning up its feces, while Minhyuk got to do preferable jobs. 

You thought you’d be content if you saw your boyfriend smiling, but now you realized, you wouldn’t be happy unless he was beaming at you. Silently sipping your coffee from the kitchen, you tried to ignore the fun interactions between the two. 

“Aren’t you such a beautiful puppy! I swear you are the cutest little lady I have ever seen!” hearing enough of Minhyuk’s baby talk, you practically stormed back inside your room. Letting out all your pent up anger, you push the door close with incredible force. . You collapsed on the bed, hogging the whole surface area to yourself. These days, Minhyuk never joined you in it anyways; he was too busy taking care of the little rascal at night. 

“You alright?” you hear Minhyuk from the door, and you gave him a thumbs up signal to reassure him. It’d be unfair to diminish his mood because of your own, especially if it was over something as simple as a pet. 

“C’mon don’t lie to me. People don’t slam their doors if they’re in a good mood.” he sits down beside you, giving his usual innocent look.

“Minhyuk I’m fine. Now don’t worry about me, and go back to playing with the puppy.” you muttered, trying to keep an even tone. Unfortunately, Minhyuk could see right through you, knowing exactly what you meant.

“Oh, so someone’s a little jealous eh?” you hated how pathetic he made you seem, and you turn your head to flash a glare. Sighing, you knew denying it wouldn’t help, so you decide to spill all your feelings. 

“It just sucks that the dog literally despises me, and loves you. Ever since we got the puppy, it just seems as if you’ve been ignoring me.” after confessing, you couldn’t bear to look at Minhyuk in the eyes. Suddenly, you feel his hand on your chin, lifting it so your eyes could meet his.

“I haven’t been trying to ignore you. I guess the puppy just distracted me for a while.” you smile at his thoughtful words, thankful that you had such an understanding boyfriend. Minhyuk leans in, and gives you a delicate kiss. You missed his taste, and pushed yourself towards him for more. Your kisses became full of passion, and were dragged out for as long as possible. 

“I missed touching you like this.” Minhyuk pants in between kisses, extending your arousion. His hand grips your thigh, and your fingers rake through his light hair. In a frenzy, your clothes were thrown askew, exposing your bare skin. 

Minhyuk takes hands and applies them to your breasts, kneading them sensually. The moment he applied his lips to your nipple was when you got vocal, moaning out in response to his touch. He peppered kisses down your stomach, and right back up to your clavicle.

“Stop teasing me and just fuck me already!” you exclaimed, needing your thirst satisfied. He smirks at your urgency, and pulls out his already stiff member. He aligns it with your dripping entrance, and inserts it, stretching your walls.

“You are so tight.” he growls, and continues to slowly push himself in and out. There was a slight sting at first contact, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure. Minhyuk could tell you’ve stretched to his length from the sound of your moans, and starts to quicken his pace. 

“Harder, Minhyuk, harder!” you shout, dazed from the immense amount of dopamine. He follows your command, and snaps his hips with more force. His powerful thrusts erupted continuous moans from you, and some occasional ones from him. As time built on, you could feel a fire pooling low in your abdomen, signaling your end. 

“I-I’m coming!” you shouted before releasing all over his member. After a few more thrusts, Minhyuk also came, resulting in a sticky tangle of both of your juices. You could say nothing since the action left you breathless, both physically and emotionally. 

“I have a little confession to make.” you raise your eyebrows at Minhyuk’s words, confused to what he could say.

“I switched out your shampoo and body wash to citrus ones because I wanted the puppy all to myself.” you gasped, taken aback by Minhyuk’s rushed admission. You were taught that dogs generally don’t like the smell of citrus, and would avoid those stenches. 

“That’s it, you’re so doing the chores for the next month!” 


This was such a cute scenario to make! I can definitely imagine Minhyuk’s attachment with the puppy (probably because he’s a puppy himself lol). Sorry it’s a little short, but hoped you enjoyed it! :) ~ Kiwi

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anonymous asked:

What would you guys do if your lover is busy with games and anime stuff and doesn't pay much attention to you? (I waited soo long luv this blog)

Shu: Hey, (Y/N), can you explain to me why you’ve been ditching our cuddle sessions lately? I feel like I don’t see you often anymore. You’re always on that damn computer.. *sighs* I don’t know what you’re so fixated on, but it can’t be more important than our relationship. Come on *grabs her arm and pulls her away* take a break from that.

Reiji: Why is it that you’ve been spending so much time on the computer lately? That really isn’t like you. Hmm? You’ve been too busy with your “anime and games”? How foolish! None of that should get in between us! Now get off of that device and take a walk with me, that’s an order. If you fail to obey then a harsh punishment will be coming your way, understood? 

Ayato: Oi, Chichinashi, what’s been up with you lately? Every time I ask if you wanna play basketball lately you’ve just been saying no and going back to your room. Why are you doing this? What the hell could be more important than a date with Ore-sama!? Hah? Anime and games? Is that what you’ve been ditching me for all this time!? Tch.. Well I won’t allow it anymore! Nothing will steal your attention from the Great Me, especially something so stupid like that! Come on, let’s go play some video games, I miss doing that with you. 

Kanato: Hey, (Y/N)-san, why have you been so distant from me? Teddy and I miss the attention you used to give us.. What? You’ve been busy lately? Busy with what!? Those stupid anime games!? How dare you do this to Teddy and I!! I won’t allow you to focus your attention on anything else but me!! *grabs her and pulls her away from computer* Nothing else is worth your time! Now come on, let’s go to the candy shop to take your mind off of this! 

Laito: I must admit, you’ve been paying less attention to me lately~ I’m a little lonely without my dear Bitch-chan to entertain me.. Eh? You’ve been more fixated on something else? Nfu that’s ridiculous! Now, why don’t you be a good little girl and get off that laptop of yours~ Ah, such a good Bitch-chan! Now let’s go back to your room and “catch up” a little~ It’s the least you can do for ditching me all this time nfufu. 

Subaru: Hey, (Y/N), can we talk? So, um, I feel like you’ve been avoiding contact with me lately.. Are you losing interest in our relationship or something? Did I fuck up again? I don’t wanna lose you.. At least tell me what I did wrong! Huh? I didn’t do anything wrong? You don’t wanna end the relationship? Then why the hell haven’t you been talking to me lately!? You’ve been busy with your anime and games..? Tch, you got me all worried for fucking nothing!! God dammit!! You’re a real pain sometimes, you know that?? *kisses top of her head* Let’s go out somewhere tonight and catch up, it’s been a while. I love you, okay?

Ruki: Livestock, will you get off that computer for once and listen to me? What have you been doing on there that’s so important? You’ve barely been communicating with me and will only give me one word answers when I try to have a conversation with you. Hmm? Is that a game you’re playing? Is that what’s been causing your lack of communication? Did I ever give you permission to do such things? I’ll admit, I’m a bit disappointed in you. But.. I guess I’ll let this slide, just this once *sighs* But I expect you not to go on these websites again without my permission, understood? Good *grabs her hand* It’s your bedtime anyways. Come sleep with me tonight. Be grateful that Master loves his Livestock so much. 

Kou: M-neko-chaaaan, pay attention to me! What do you mean you’re busy? With what? *looks at her screen* This this what you’re busy with? How pathetic! I work 24/7, yet I always manage to find time for you! And trust me, being an idol is waaay harder than playing some anime games or whatever you’re doing.. *grabs her wrist and pulls her away* Come on, I’ll take us out somewhere, wherever you want. My treat. But I expect some sweet M-neko-chan love in return! 

Yuma: C’mon, Sow, I need help with the garden! What do you mean you’ll come later? I said now! Hah? You have more important things to do!? Tch, what the hell made you think you can talk to me like that!? I miss hanging out with ya, it’s like you don’t wanna anymore or somethin.. You still do? Is that so.. In that case, why don’t you get off whatever you’re doing and help me water my plants? Now’s the time where I really need help from my girlfriend! *wraps arm around her and leads her out* 

Azusa: Hey…(Y/N)-san…can I ask you…something? Is whatever you’re doing…more important…than me? Because…it seems like it is…are you going…to leave me? I would be sad…without you…but if you’re happy…then I’ll try to be too…Ah, you aren’t going…to leave me? Well that’s…good to hear…please, come over here…and cuddle with me…I love you…and miss you very much. 

turnsfromblue  asked:

"give me another chance" calum !!

for @hemmocrat​‘s and my breakup!5sos blurb night!

insp. i // insp. ii


I’ll wait at our restaurant ‘til closing time,” his voice rumbled through the speaker of your phone, the tiniest crack on the last syllable only apparent to you as a result of the amount of times you’d replayed his voicemail over and over again. “If you don’t go, then…” Calum trailed off, a defeated sigh briefly fizzling over the receiver before a muttered “I’ll stop trying” concluded his message. Even though it was probably the fourteenth time you’d listened to it, your ex’s somber invitation still set every fiber in your body on fire as if his voice was the lit match to your body; your heart engulfed in flames as your resolve refused to burn.

It hadn’t ended well. Breaking up with Calum wasn’t a brief, dismissive, amicable handshake shared between two colleagues, rather four fiery middle fingers thrust into the air like charged particles in humid atmosphere; two lovers loved out of love, clashing like a toddler does with wooden spoons to metal pots on a dirty kitchen floor. Left with only the bitter remains of “what could’ve been”s marred into your skin in the form of blooming, purple hickies across your neck from the night full of anger fueled lust prior, you’d slammed the door behind you, the wood rattling angrily against the frame. Screaming insults at the brunette as you lugged your stuffed-to-the-brim suitcase behind you, you blatantly ignored him as beckoned you back into your shared apartment. When he raced down the stairs and jumped over the bushes lining the parking lot, the bassist begged, pleading with his hands clasped and tears streaming like a leaking faucet down his face on his knees, yet… It wasn’t enough to make you stay.

And though you might’ve steered clear of him when you made a rapid three point turn out of the apartment complex, Calum still felt like you ran him over; squashed his heart beneath your squelching tires and didn’t even care enough to look back at the broken man you’d left, broken, behind.

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Just Rumors (request)
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“So you’re actually leaving tomorrow?” You sighed stroking Neymar’s hair while he laid his head on your lap.

“Unfortunately yes, I have to get some paperwork finished for the institution.” He exhaled.

“Why don’t you come with me? I’ll need company along the way.” He smiled, lifting his head from your lap.

“I’d really love to and all, but I have upcoming modeling shoots to do, during the time that you’re gone.” You apologized kissing his cheek.

“I’ll miss you.” You whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I will too, it’ll only be a week.” You said giving a pathetic smile.

“Well we should get to bed, we’ll have to wake up early to catch my flight.” He sighed getting up from the couch, and holding out his hand to you.

You grabbed his hand and he pulled you into him. You headed upstairs to get to bed. It would only be a week without Neymar. Besides, the modeling would take your mind off of him.

It was the next morning and it was time for Neymar to depart to his flight. You were currently at the airport getting some coffee from the kiosk.

“You want anything babe?” You asked him before paying.

“I’m good.” He replied.

You got your coffee and walked towards Neymar. He seemed like he was in a rush to get to his flight. He was searching for his passport and plane ticket.

“It’s right here.” You smiled pulling it out of your purse.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He smiled taking the passport and grabbing his carry on bag.

“You can start by saying goodbye.” You teased pointing to your cheek.

Neymar leaned in to kiss your cheek and instead aimed for your lips. You kissed him back harder and wrapped your arm around him, while the other one was occupied by the coffee cup.

“Flight 762 to São Paulo Brazil is read to depart, passengers please make your way to the plane.” The PA announced.

“See you soon meu amour.” He smiled hugging you.

“Bye.” You waved as he walked off into the tunnel.

You walked off towards the exit of the airport into the parking garage. As you headed to your car, you felt your phone vibrate. It was a text from Neymar saying “miss you already”. You smiled at the text and got into the car. You started the car and drove out of the parking garage and onto he road. It wasn’t long until you arrived home. The airport was a 20 minute drive from your house. You parked the car and went inside.
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Six days had passed since Neymar left. Which meant he’d be home tomorrow. You missed him a lot despite the fact that he was only away for a week. You had just arrived home from your modeling shoot. You were a bit tired, and your feet ached from the heels you had worn throughout the day. You walked into the living room and threw yourself in the sofa. Some tv and lounging around was much needed from your busy day at work. You flipped through the TV and didn’t mange to find anything to watch. You kept surfing channels until you came across a celeb news scope.

“This just in, Brazilian/ Barcelona superstar, Neymar Jr. Has been seen with this bombshell at club last night; there have been many photos taken of them at last night’s club in Bahia. The two seem to have something going on, clearly you can tell by Neymar being all over the girl.” The new reporter announced.

There was a video broadcasted along with more pictures of Neymar and the mysterious bombshell.

“Son of a bitch, and that nasty slut.” You spat shutting the TV.

You threw the remote in the table and crossed your arms. It was already 8 pm. Which meant you needed to get to bed early; so you could pick up Neymar at the airport. You weren’t in the mood, after what you saw but you had no choice. You went upstairs to get dressed for bed.
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It was 7 am and you were currently at the airport. Waiting for Neymar to pop up any minute from his flight. You played on your phone until he showed up. You lifted your head up knowing he had arrived without h saying anything. The fans had screamed his name.

“Y/n!!” He yelled slamming into you with a hug.

“I missed you.” He cooed, kissing your lips.

“We can’t do this here Neymar.” You muttered pulling away.

You grabbed his carry on bag and headed towards the parking garage, walking in front of him at a fast pace. You were slowly dropping hints that you were pissed at what he had done behind your back.

“Y/n are you that desperate to get home and have some fun.” He chuckled shuffling beside you.

“You’re so cute, no wonder I missed you so much.” You said dryly patting his cheek.

You two made your way to the the car and placed Neymar’s luggage in the trunk. You sat in the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.

“Babe, would you mind driving i’m a bit tired from my long flight.” He asked.

“I don’t feel like making the effort to drive back, isn’t it enough o had to drive here.” You spat back.

Neymar sighed and made his way to the driver’s seat. He sat in and slammed the door shut. The car ride felt like forever, and was dead silent. You decided to break the silence.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?” You asked him, straightening your posture.

“Yeah, what’s with the bitchy attitude?” He huffed pulling into the driveway.

“Let me explain.” You laughed sarcastically.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car, slamming the door again. Neymar did the same and followed behind you into the house.

“What the hell is going on?” He yelled dropping his hands to his sides.

“What the hell is going on? You leave for a week and you’ve already managed to find yourself a slut, the minute you’re in brazil.” You spat.

“Do you mean this y/n, is this what you’re talking about?” He snapped, pulling your wrist violently to the TV.

He opened the TV and surfed channels until he fell upon the celeb gossip. You pulled your wrist away and crossed your arms.

“Is this what you’re talking about?” He roared.

“Don’t play dumb with me Neymar, do you not see the screen, you were all over her!” You bellowed, as a tear streamed down your cheek.

You tried wiping them away. But that only made stains of mascara appear. You sat on the couch and cried, burrowing your face in the palms of your hand.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” He whispered taking. Seat by you.

You looked up at Neymar and he was sitting next to you. His hands made their way to your cheeks, wiping off the tears.

“I wasn’t all over that girl, I was trying to push her off. She was all over me.” He explained, without taking his eyes off you.

“Really?” You sighed.

“Really. I would never do anything so stupid to hurt you. Feelings aren’t like the game I play everyday. Those were just rumor.” He smiled, brushing hair out of your face.

“So every time something like that appears on TV, they’re just rumors; pinky promise?” You laughed, holding out your pinky.

“I promise.” He chuckled kissing you on the cheek, as he locked pinkies with you.

Song Preference - The Weight by Shawn Mendes

soul-44 said: Hey, can you make a fanfic about Shawn mendes with the Song “The Weigt”?

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1229

Warnings: foul language and the mention of sex

Pairing: Shawn Mendes/Reader

Writer: Ellie

Summary: Based on the song Is The Weight by Shawn Mendes. Listen to it here.

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Shawn never, not even in a million years, thought his girlfriend, the one he had been dating for almost a year now, would cheat on him with his best friend. He also never thought his best friend , the boy he had grown up with, would sleep with his girlfriend when Shawn himself hadn’t. I guess a few months away can make a very big difference, he thought. He didn’t blame himself, he knew better than that, but he constantly told himself that it wasn’t her fault that he wasn’t there for her. Alright, maybe he did blame himself, and that concerned you a lot.

You decided that coming home from tour to realize that his girlfriend had been having sex with another guy wasn’t the best greeting, so you invited him out for lunch. You had met Shawn in middle school, and ever since, you grew to be very good friends. You were tired of him being in his sweats at home; you were determined to take him out of those sweatpants and in one of his flannels.

You picked a Sushi place by his house, which Shawn thought was a good idea. You were ready to hear everything he had to say.

“So did you give Bradley Simpson my number?” you joked as you sat in a booth.

Shawn laughs quietly and shakes his head. You can see he’s trying to get himself together, but it’s not working well.

“So tell me.” you order him.

“What?” he asks raising his head.

“I’m here to listen whatever you need to let out.”

Shawn sighs. “She kept telling me how happy he made her, but still she wanted me to stay.”

You snort. Shawn also knew how pathetic that was, but he couldn’t help but to have a soft spot for her. He id love her after all.

“And she kept saying she needed some time to choose, you know?” he says. “But she’s with him now, she just tossed me to the side.”

“I can’t believe her.” you say. You for once liked a lady friend of his and she turned out to be an asshole. “I really liked her.”

“Did you realize it was going on?” Shawn asks you with a sad look.

“Well, no,” you admit. “I don’t really talk to either of them that often.”

“Are you ready to order?” the waitress asks the two of you as she arrives to our booth.

Shawn sighs again. “I’m not really hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten for two days, Shawn, you need to eat something.”

“I’m fine.” he insists.

You grunt in annoyance. “Two orders of Philadelphia rolls please, and two lemonades.”

Shawn rolls his eyes at you, but you see the smallest hint of a smile. You were always like him mom. You loved him and you wanted his well being, so you always looked after him and he loved how much you cared. It was what made your friendship so special. When other guy friend of yours hugged you, he got jealous and separated you. He would declare that you were his best friend, and no other guy could call you his best friend, he wasn’t actually possessive, though. He let you be.

“I will be back with your food in no time.” the waitress lets you know.

“Thank you.” Shawn smiles. When the waitress is gone, Shawn continues talking. “Sometimes at night i feel so alone. I just pretend she’s right there with me.”

“Jesus Shawn, you need to forget her, she cheated on you WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND, for crying out loud!”

“I wish it were that easy.” Shawn shrugs. “Maybe we should stop talking about her.”

“Okay, let’s just switch subjects.” you suggest. “Did you enjoy tour?”

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After eating a little too much sushi, you call the check and walk back Shawn’s. On the way there, Shawn’s phone rings.

“Don’t answer work calls right now.” You plead him. Shawn’s eyes drops a he notices it’s his ex calling.

“It’s not work.” He lets you know before answering the phone. “Hello?”

“Shawn?” his ex girlfriend’s voice says through the phone. He smiles at the sound of her voice.

“Yes.” he confirms. “Hi.”

“Hi,” She continues. You keep quiet so see if you can hear the conversation. “How’ve you been.”

“Great.” Shawn lies and you smile.

“That’s good.” she lets out with a sigh. “Shawn, I want to talk to you in person.”

“Oh, well, I mean when?” Shawn shoves his hand in his pocket. You keep shaking your head to tell him to not to do so

“No.” you mouth him as a threat.

“Tomorrow?” he asks before his ex can answer his previous question.

“Tomorrow, yeah, that would be nice.” she says.

“Alright, I’ll, um, see you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah.” she confirms. “Take care, Shawn.”

“Bye.”

Shawn hangs up the phone with hope to go back together with his ex, but that’s the exact opposite of what you want him to do.

“Are you mental?” You ask him. “Did you not hear me at the restaurant? She CHEATED ON YOU WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND!”

“I know, I just-“

“Shawn, tell me you won’t give in.”

“I won’t give in.” Shawn declares without hesitation.

“Now mean it.” You order. He stays silent.

“It just really hurts.” Shawn’s voice cracks.

“Oh, Shawn.” You say stopping your pace and hugging him. He hugs back tighter. “After a while the pain just goes away, and then you’ll be able to look at her without feeling a thing.”

“You don’t know that, though.” he contradicts.

“I do know.” you say letting go of the hug. “Believe me I’ve been there.”

“This sounds a lot like you’re talking about me.” Shawn says as he continues to walk.

“I am talking about you, doofus.” You say.

“Well, shit.”

“It’s fine, I’m over it.”

“When was this?” he asks you.

“A little before you started dating her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“So you don’t feel a thing when you look at me?” he sounds a bit offended.

“Not anything in the romance section.”

“We’re cool, right?”

“Yeah, we’re cool!” You insist. “It was a year ago.”

“Alright.” Shawn smiles, but it fades away when he sees his old girlfriend sitting on the bench on his porch.

“Come on.” You mumble under your breath. His girlfriend stands up as she sees you two approaching and runs to hug Shawn. He, however doesn’t hug back. Even though it was probably because of how startled he is, you’re proud of him for not hugging. She lets go after a while and looks at you.

“Can we talk alone?” she asks him.

“No.” Shawn says firmly. “She can hear whatever you have to say.”

“I miss you, Shawn.” she starts. You can’t help but snort and she glares at you. “I want you to be mine again.”

Shawn looks back at you and you raise your eyebrows.

“I thought I knew what I would say, but I really don’t.” He tells no one in general.

“I do.” you say. “You walk all over him and still want him to stay?”

“God, let him make his own choices!” his ex exclaims.

“No, she’s right.” Shawn declares. “I love you, but you will just continue to hurt me.”

“Shawn, I love you too!”

“No, you’re just standing on me.” he decides. “And I can’t lift the weight anymore.”

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anonymous asked:

How do you think Fushimi would manage the aftermath of his first time with Yata? I had a dream where he was crying and couldn't stop saying "Misaki, Misaki, Misaki" and Yata was like what the hell xD it was cute, heartbreaking and funny all at once.

Honestly I kinda love the idea of Fushimi having a little breakdown the morning after, like when it’s happening he’s into it, he’s happy, they fall asleep cuddling and then the next morning Fushimi wakes up to the sound of Yata making breakfast and has a ‘oh fuck I’m having emotions I don’t know how to handle emotions how do I turn them off’ moment. Yata I imagine wakes up first and there’s Fushimi all asleep and cute next to him in the bed and Yata has a bit of a ‘wow I can’t believe we did that…ha, who’s a virgin now’ moment before getting up and deciding to make Fushimi a nice post-coital breakfast. He starts to wonder what’s taking Fushimi so long though, like even for Saruhiko this is sleeping late. So he peeks his head back into the bedroom and there’s Fushimi curled up the bed with his head buried in his knees and shaking a little. Yata’s immediately all worried and running over to him like are you okay I didn’t hurt you last night did I, just freaking out that he did something wrong. Fushimi just shakes his head but doesn’t look up, making little irritated strained noises and not moving. Yata just starts trying to calm him down and ask him what’s wrong and maybe was the sex bad and finally Fushimi’s just like repeating Yata’s name a little as he clings to Yata’s shirt. Yata’s probably starting to think oh fuck I broke Saruhiko when Fushimi hiccups out that it was really good. Yata’s like wait what and Fushimi kinda stumbles out that he liked it and he likes Misaki and he likes Misaki’s smell and Misaki’s taste and Yata is so very very confused before he finally figures out that wait, you’re freaking out because you’re happy. Fushimi manages to glare at him through a very red and tear-filled face, just imagine him giving this sullen little 'shut up’ while Yata laughs and tries to tell him that no, Saruhiko, this is okay, emotions are good, feel the emotions. They probably end up cuddling on the bed a little longer until Fushimi feels better and finally he kinda gives this heartbreaking little sigh as he mutters that he must look pretty pathetic right now, Yata holds him tighter and is like nah, you’re fine, you just love me too much. Fushimi glares at him but snuggles closer anyway.