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Mr and Mrs Skarsgard - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Mr and Mrs Skarsgard

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

Summary: Imagine your best friend, and love of your life, Bill is getting married to another woman and asks for your help in the preparations of the wedding, which ends up with you being the bridesmaid too. You have plans for once the wedding day is over, but what Bill confesses to you changes everything. (Happy Ending)

When imagining planning and going to your best friend’s wedding you always thought you’d be smiling as bright as you could while watching them about to start their life with their significant other. Hearing them exchange vows would make you tear up because of pure happiness and when it came to you making a small speech for them or simply proposing and congratulating them you’d be able to share their own bliss. You’d feel a small pang at having to say a small goodbye but you knew it wouldn’t be the end so it would all be more sweet than bitter. But then again you had never imagined that said best friend would be the love of your life, had you?

And so this day, which you had imagined sometimes, was completely different for you.

You had seen it coming, you had practically seen him fall in love with her and you had tried to keep the smile on your face mostly for him. You had endured it plenty of times before, with both the serious and non-serious relationships of his. You were the best friend, the wing-woman, it was bound to happen, much like you falling in love with Bill, but you had never thought it would turn out to be so hard for you. Just like your feelings for him. He always said you were the most important woman of all to him, the one he would never abandon and you were partially glad about it because he not once had made you feel replaced. But the thing was that your heart no longer ached to be just a friend to him, and watching him feel things for other women that he didn’t for you was a nightmare coming true.

To say it felt like a ton of bricks had been dumped on you would be a huge understatement when Bill, said best friend and love of your life, had not only said he proposed to his girlfriend but she had also said yes. Of course she had, you would have as well in her place, but for a completely different reason. You knew Bill in ways she didn’t and you loved him for more reasons that weren’t this obvious and were more true, but she once more obviously had no idea about. You loved him for him, all of him. And that was the only reason why you made yourself endure this as well, it wasn’t as if you could change it. He was happy, you couldn’t take that away from him when that’s what you always wished for him.

“Everything looks so great, (Y/n), my brother is so lucky to have you in his life.” Alexander breathed out as he took a look around him “He’s be so lost without you.”

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Eight Months (part II).

You had been with Harry for two years when things started to go wrong. Like all normal couples, you had petty arguments and they usually ended with the both of you apologising profusely to each other and buying each other small gifts for forgiveness, but that was it. It never went any further than that, until the night you broke up.

You knew things had been wrong for a while, even though it hurt to admit it. Although you accepted Harry’s career, it was hard to be apart for months at a time. You both struggled to fit time around each other because of work and studying commitments, but you could both decided that you could and would handle anything life threw at you. Skype and FaceTime were your life savers and you used them whenever and wherever you could.

But in time, Harry became distant. He forgot little details about you; he forgot the smell of your perfume, he forgot about the little strands of hair that you could never tie back properly, and it was like he forgot how much he loved you. He soon started to forget about events that were taking place. Whilst you knew and understood that he couldn’t attend such events including your swimming gala and dancing competition because of the tour, he never bothered asking how they went. Instead, conversations that were once filled with passion and love, both interested and eager to learn about each other’s days, soon turned into silence down the phone, the occasional murmur here and there, before hanging up.


The clock ticked and the kitchen tap dripped and the rain pattered against the window. The tears rolling down your cheeks however, were silent, and the only noise your body could muster up was the occasional snuffle.

To say you were upset was an understatement. It was your birthday, and whilst it had never bothered you before dating Harry, you were now absolutely gutted that it coincided with London Fashion Week. Celebrities from all around the world had flown in and much to your dismay, that included Kendall, who attended with Harry.

When you had awoke that same morning, you thought maybe Harry was playing a trick on you, and that he was only pretending to have forgotten your birthday and would soon surprised you, but nothing. You had searched the apartment from top to bottom but to no avail, you found no hidden presents or anything that indicated a surprise for you. If you were honest, you didn’t really care for gifts or surprises; to spend the day with Harry was enough for you. But here you were, sat alone in the kitchen, whilst he was being paid to spend his precious time with another woman.


“It was a bit of a dick move, mate” Louis tells his best friend.

Harry sighs and shakes his head. “You think I don’t know that?!” he exclaims as he leaves the shop with the flowers he had placed on order as soon as he realised he’d fucked up. “These are alright, yeah? They’re all her favourites combined” he adds, gesturing to the beautiful bunch.

“H, I think it’s going to take more than a bunch of roses and lilies and whatever else is in there to make it up to her this time. She doesn’t expect a lot from you, you know that. She’s the least high maintenance chick I know. Hell, even Eleanor expects more from me than what (Y/N) does from you! I take El away for her birthday every year, we always do something nice. I wouldn’t dream of spending it with another woman” Louis tells his friend firmly.

“Fuck off!” Harry spits. “Management are the ones paying me, not you!”

“Whatever mate, but it’s your funeral. Didn’t you spend an evening with Cara a few weeks ago, when it was supposed to be a date night for you and (Y/N)? If you’re not careful, you’re going to lose her. Someone else will come along and treat her the way that you should be doing it now. Is that really what you want?” he asks.


“I don’t know how many more times I can apologise, baby” Harry begins, but you quickly hold up your hand in protest to stop him.

“Don’t!” you warn firmly.

Harry throws the flowers down on the table after your refusal to accept them. He shrugs his shoulders at your harsh tone. “What do you mean, ‘don’t’” he asks, quoting you.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “Baby? You really think that by calling me pet names that I’m going to run into your arms and forgive you for forgetting my birthday, and worse, spending it with Kendall, of all people! How many other girls are you calling ‘baby?’”

“Oh don’t be so ridiculous, (Y/N)! I’m in a relationship with you, not anyone else!” Harry exclaims. “I’ve apologised, what more do you want me to do? Get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?”

“There’s more than just us two in this relationship, Harry, and you know it. Me, you, management, Cara, Kendall. And that’s just to name a few! You’ve let me down so much the past couple of months. Do you even love me anymore?” you ask, dreading the answer as you softly chew your lip.

Harry scoffs. “Of course I fucking love you! I wouldn’t be standing here having this argument with you if I didn’t.” He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what you want me to do or say, (Y/N).”

“It’s never going to change, Harry! Things will always be the same! You ‘forgot’ my birthday and you spent the day with Kendall. You ‘forgot’ our date night and you spent the evening with Cara. I know it’s what the media want and expect from you, and I know management want you to do this, but I think you want to as well” you sigh, the words you had held for so long in your mouth now finally spilling out.

“You’re joking, right? That was a joke? You seriously think I want to spend any spare time I have with Kendall or Cara over you? Management need me to do this, if I don’t, I can kiss goodbye to my pay cheque! Half the things I do in this job is for you! How the fuck else would you get the latest handbags and purses and shoes?! Who else is going to pay for your education? Because I don’t see you or your family offering to cough up!” he spits almost bitterly.

You gasp in shock at his words. He knew your financial situation at home and that your parent’s worked so bloody hard to provide for you, but it just wasn’t enough. Your future career depended on your qualifications, and those qualifications could only be acquired in higher education in which Harry had offered to pay for, before he knew anything about the money side of things.

“Really, Harry? That’s how you feel? You think I’m with you for the money? I don’t give a damn about the shoes or bags and purses or latest fashion trends. I love you because you’re my boyfriend and I see myself living the rest of my life with you. I don’t love you because you’re Harry Styles from One Direction!” you spit back, your words truthful.

“I’ve heard that one before” he tells you, his eyes averting to the floor.

“So now you’ve got trust issues with me? Other girls may have treated you like that in the past, but I’m not like other girls, Harry. Two years we’ve been together and you really think that of me? When you guys broke up as a band, and you didn’t know what was going to happen to your music career, who was the one sitting up with you every night holding you whilst you cried? Other girls would have run a mile because of the uncertainty of your future. I love you even if you have nothing!” you shout at him.

Harry shrugs his shoulders and bites his lip. “Look, it’s not even just this causing arguments. They’ve been going on for a while and maybe having Kendall and Cara as friends is something you can’t handle. But I can’t live my life like this anymore. I’m done arguing with you all the time” he tells you softly.

“You’re making it sound like I don’t want you having friends, which isn’t true. I want you to put me first, like you did at the start of our relationship. You would have done anything back then for me, Harry. I hate arguing with you too. Maybe if we arrange some sort of schedule and arrange dates in advance to see each other?” you suggest.

Harry shakes his head. “I think it’s too little too late, (Y/N).”

You frown, your bottom lip beginning to quiver as you ask the dreaded question. “Are you breaking up with me?”

Harry’s eyes avert to the floor once more and the silence between you both speaks more volumes than words ever could.


The first few months after the break up had been tough to say the least. You continued to work and study for the first couple, managing to get by. Once you finished work, you would go home and tuck yourself into bed and shut yourself away from the rest of the world. You neither needed or wanted any social interaction with anyone. You only wanted your own company, reminiscing over the fun times with Harry, overthinking each night what could have been done differently so as you wouldn’t be in this situation. Unfortunately, you could never answer that question. Nothing could have been done differently. You would have always ended up here.

A few months passed and life was getting a little easier, but the beauty of social media portrayed it to be a lot better than what it actually was. You were able to deceive your followers and the public that your life was good again because you were taking selfies at nightclubs and you were going out and having more fun. But you were still going back home to an empty bed with only a teddy bear to hold at night, whilst thoughts of Harry plagued your mind.

Within four months, you met someone new; Tom. You both met through mutual friends and instantly clicked. Whilst there was no original intention there, you quickly became friends. You took a few selfies, posting them onto social media sites, happier with your life. Tom was lovely; he was a young, handsome man, studying Law at the same university as you. He had ambition, as well as being fun, kind and caring, and within five months of the messy break up with Harry, you were officially dating Tom. Coffee dates, pumpkin picking, country walks, the typical couple dates that you would go on together, sharing your memories online.

You had plastered pictures of the two of you together all over social media by six months, but you weren’t portraying your life to be something it wasn’t. You were happy, genuinely happy, and whilst you weren’t in love with Tom, you loved him and could see yourself learning to be in love with him. The more time you spent with him, the more you learned about him, and the more you wanted to know him.

By the seventh month, things had changed. Tom had changed, and not for the better. You spent most of your time at his university flat with him, yet he still accused you of sneaking around behind his back, cheating on him. You would never cheat on anybody, it was against your principles and besides, you didn’t have the time to see anyone else between dating Tom, and going to work and studying. Small comments soon followed the accusations; he’d tell you that you needed to diet and join a gym, that you weren’t pretty enough or smart enough or good enough and that he could do better. Then he’d apologise and take you on a date and spoil you rotten. He would buy you flowers and gifts. “Please forgive me” he’d say. “I love you.” The next change was a push and shove here and there, moving you out of his way when he was angry. One night, he pushed you into a glass door. Your eyebrow split and you needed stitches. He vowed never to touch you like that again.

He lied.

Eight months into your relationship and Tom was putting his hands on you almost every night. No alcohol was involved, just his temper. Nothing warranted it, violence can never be condoned. Dinner wasn’t ready he got home? A slap across the face. His flat wasn’t tidy? A punch in the stomach. You went out with a friend? A black eye.

By this point, it was very difficult to maintain the lovely selfies you used to take. If you posted anything, it would be a cover up of how dreadful and controlled your life had become. You weren’t sure you could muster up the strength to even pretend that life was good anymore. Any bruises photographed would raise concerns and there would be unwanted comments posted on social media for the whole world to see, and you neither needed or wanted that. The less attention you drew to the situation, the better.

But tonight, nearing the end of eight months since breaking up with Harry, Tom had gone one step too far. The physical abuse was dreadful enough to experience and nothing condoned his disgusting behaviour, ever. Once your horrific ordeal was over, you ran. You refused to succumb to the darkness that had surrounded your limp body only moments ago. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. You needed to get to a safe place. Somewhere close enough to get to, but safe all the same.


He was all that was on your mind. How could he see you like this? Would he even be at home?  What if he was with another girl? Would he let you stay the night until things were sorted? Would he judge you? Would he pity you?

Oh, Harry.

You needed him. You weren’t sure that you could ever bring yourself to trust any other man in the world again, but Harry, you trust him with your life. He’s the only man you could ever trust, and your heart shattered into millions of pieces because the one man you really can trust, was also the same man who broke your heart eight months ago.

You pant hard, your heart threatening to pound out of your chest, but the adrenaline pumps around your body harder when you see the apartment alight. So close, so fucking close. As soon as you reach the door, there’s no hesitation in knocking hard and repeatedly. When there is nothing, you bang harder, your fists pounding at the door as tears stream down your face.

“Alright, I’m coming!” you hear his voice yell from inside the building and you know he’s getting closer to the door and your heart pounds harder and faster than ever before. He sounds angry, probably because it’s late and he’s probably working tomorrow but you need a safe space and right now, he’s the only person who can provide that for you.

It seems to take a lifetime, but the door is swung open and Harry’s demeanour changes within an instant. He goes from seemingly pissed off to looking like he’s about to vomit at the sight in front of him, with anger and pity and fear and worry evident in his eyes, emotions taking over his body.

“(Y/N)” he gasps out, catching your petite frame as you collapse into him. Wrapping his arms around you and embracing you tightly, he takes in your features, swallowing the lump formed in his throat. He know’s what’s happened to you and you know that he knows, and he knows that you know he knows, but for one split second as he holds you, no dialogue is needed.

anonymous asked:

I think this has been done before but Shawn is super drunk and his s/o makes a move on him like kissing him or something and he's like "noooo I have a girlfriend" cause he doesn't recognise her because he's wasted af.

a/n: I’m so tired right now i hope this makes sense, also if my s/o forgot who i was when they were drunk oooo boy, but this is cute!

“You good?” you ask, looking up at your boyfriend as he stumbles drunkenly next to you. 

It’s a Friday night and he’s free - a rarity what with his busy schedule and rock star lifestyle – so you’d decided to spend it getting wasted with his mates. Seemed like a good idea at first until Shawn bought shots for the table and things went to hell. 

You’ve sobered up a little, having chugged a couple of pints of water back at the club, but Shawn, however – is wasted.

His skin glows in his intoxicated state, the blood in his body meeting his skin to wave hello and his hair is tousled, eyes rimmed red – a personification of liquor induced bad decisions. 

He’s so pretty though, and it’s honestly annoying how he can look so good while stumbling over himself in a half buttoned dress shirt while dropping a bottle of water onto the pavement at 3 in the morning. He picks it up quickly.

Shawn turns to you after he’s registered your question, and he looks down at you, nodding, saying “Baby, I’m having the best time of my life” and he bends down and leaves a long lasting, saliva laden kiss to your forehead. 

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yoongi scenario | a vampire’s kiss

Originally posted by boo-t-s

prompt: I’m a vampire, and you’re a human who’s prone to getting hurt. Please take better care of yourself, or I might not be able to control myself!

pairing: vampire yoongi x reader

requested by anon | 900 words | fluff

Yoongi always panics when he sees you wielding a knife. Knowing how clumsy you are, he’s come to realise that you plus cooking is a bad combination – particularly with his stomach being empty and your blood always smelling so good.

So when he comes home to find you in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you chop tomatoes his first instinct is to yell, “Stop!”

Which in hindsight was a bad idea.

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Dinner // H.S.

I open the oven and take out the chicken before turning it off and attending to the green beans on the stove. I fan myself with a nearby magazine to cool my skin. It’s hot. Too hot. I leave the stove after checking that the knobs are all correctly turned, walking over to the living room to turn the temperature down a few degrees. As I turn to make my way back to the kitchen, I hear the jiggling of keys and the click of the lock. A few seconds later, the door opens to reveal a very exhausted Harry.

“Hey, baby. How was your day?”

He scoffs and drops his messenger bag onto the floor before collapsing into a chair at the dining table.

“Not the best, (y/n).”

I walk over and stand behind him, rubbing his shoulders and neck lightly. He had been in the studio every day for the past two weeks and I’ve been noticing how stressed he is. They’ll be touring before we know it and it’ll only get worse.

“How come?”

“We were supposed to be done today, but I kept screwing up this one verse. We ended up just leaving for the day, so we’ll all have to go back tomorrow and-“ he sighs and rests his face in his palms, “I’m just so out of it.”

“You’ll get it tomorrow and it’ll be done early in the day. We’ll do something to celebrate, I promise.” I remove my hands from his shoulders and walk back into the kitchen to make plates for us both. “But, for now, how about we eat, yeah?”

He forces a grin and stands up to join me in the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer bottle.

“Y/N, you want anything to drink?”

“Erm, yeah, grab me a beer as well.”

He does so and brings them to the table, along with silverware. I fill our plates with chicken, green beans, and salad before joining him at the table. He sits across from me, but he’s not so far since the table is more of a small square. We start to eat in silence and I mostly watch him stare at his plate and I can tell he’s beating himself up over his little mistakes. I already know there’s nothing I can say to comfort him, but I do know something that I can do. He’ll never admit to it, but he absolutely loves being possessive, and I know I shouldn’t like it, but it’s basically the hottest fucking thing he does. He does need a distraction.

“So, work was interesting today.”

I smile wickedly at him and he finally looks at me.

“Oh yeah? What happened?”

I look down and push my green beans around with my fork, still grinning deviously.

“There’s this new guy at the office; he’s quite cheeky. He kept showing up at my cubicle to talk to me and he’s really quite handsome. He even went out and got me Starbucks.”

I glance up and he is staring at me now, his fists balled up on the table. I try to hide my excitement, but I can see the jealousy burning in his eyes.

“Really. And what else?”

I look up innocently and flip my hair over my shoulder. He’s impatiently awaiting my reply.

“He asked me on a date.”

In all honesty, I laughed in Tommy’s face, pointing at the picture of Harry and I on my desk. He was disappointed, but I could really care less. I already have the man of my dreams and I couldn’t ask for anything more. For the sake of my desire to have Harry fuck me on this table, I lie straight to his fuming face.

“I said I’d think about it.”

I pretend to think little of my response, putting one last bite of chicken into my mouth before deciding I’m done. I look up and his face is red, his eyes narrowed and dark. I pick up my plate and carry it nonchalantly to the sink. I rinse it off, and dispose of the few leftover pieces. As soon as the water shuts off, I feel two large, warm hands grasp onto my hips. Harry presses his crotch into my behind and I try to hold back a moan, but the tightness of his pants against my thin yoga pants is too much. I turn to face him and immediately, he roughly pulls my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the counter next to the sink. He doesn’t kiss me, but presses his lips to my neck instead, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking harshly. A bruise appears quickly and he releases my neck, rolling his tongue over it soothingly. His mouth finds its way to my ear next as his hands run over my torso before reaching to my back and unhooking my bra.

“This mark is proof that you’re mine.”

He hisses the last part in my ear making my legs feel like jello. His hips push into me harder than before, holding me up between him and the counter. I don’t respond to him, because I don’t want him to be done yet. If I agree, he might just return to his dinner. Instead, I maintain a straight face so that he creates similar hickies on each of my breasts, the contact causing me to pant uncontrollably. My chest rises and falls under his mouth and I feel myself get incredibly wet. I wrap my arms around him, tugging at the hem of his shirt, but he grabs my wrists, slamming them against the cupboard and pinning them there. The harsh contact with the wood makes me cry out, but I love the feeling.

“I’m going to show you, Y/N. You’re mine. No one else’s.”

He flips me around and pushes my back down so that my chest is flat against the freezing countertop. I feel his warm fingers hook onto my pants and thong, pulling them down and leaving them at my ankles. I try to turn around to look at him, but he presses my cheek onto the cold granite. He removes his hand, but I don’t dare move my body, no matter how curious I am. I see from the corner of my eyes as his shirt falls to the floor. I close my eyes and gulp as I hear the zipper of his jeans and the light noise of the material hitting the floor. One of his hands grips onto my hip as I feel his hard member between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs shoulder width apart to give him room. I want him so badly and he doesn’t even realize what I’m doing. That’s the point. I want jealousy pumping through his veins the entire time. My eyes are still closed when he pushes himself into my entrance without any warning, making me gasp as he fills me up. My hands smack onto the surface, trying to claw at it. Once inside, Harry instantly pulls back, thrusting back in ten times harder than the first time. My lips part, resting against the counter, moans expelling as he continues to thrust, slowly out and very quickly in. His free hand runs up my back and finally reaches my head. He holds tightly to a tuft of my hair, pulling on it lightly. My head lifts from the cold surface and he bends down to run his lips along my shoulder. The position makes his thrusts hit the perfect spot, making me scream loudly. He pulls my hair again and I arch my back, lifting my chest off of the counter as well. His other hand leaves my hip and holds onto my breast instead, holding my body there.

“Say it, Y/N. Say you’re mine.”

I can’t speak. I can’t do anything but whimper and pant in pleasure. He slams into me, this time his hips slapping against my bottom and he stops there. I long for more friction. I need it.

“I’ll stay right here until you say it.”

He tugs at my hair again and leans down to nibble at my earlobe. His lips are tantalizing me even more.

“I’m yours, Harry! Please, fuck me!”

I can feel his devilish grin against my shoulder as he pulls his body back up to stand up straight as he continues the movement of his hips, making my jaw drop in ecstasy.

“All mine, Y/N!”

I feel my climax approach and moan loudly as his fingers reach around my thigh and rub tight circles around my clit.

“All yours, Harry! All yours! Ohh, god. I’m clossse!”

He gyrates his hips to hit my g-spot each time and the loud, deep groans escaping his throat send me over the edge. My legs shake and tremble when he slows his pace down, coming as he mumbles my name over and over under his breath. As we finish together, he pulls out and when he is no longer holding me up, I let myself fall to the floor. He pulls his pants up and joins me, sitting on the wooden floor and pulling me into his arms comfortingly, kissing my lips passionately. I try to catch my breath between kisses, finally resting my head on his shoulder and chuckling lightly.

“I guess I’ll say no to that date, then.”


REQUEST: drunk college!seb (or bucky) confessing his love for you at the doorstep of your dorm in the middle of the night. he ends up staying the night with you.

word count: 1,239

It was two thirty seven in the morning. You’d been asleep for a few hours now after a long study session. You had a test in a few days and always felt better when leading to the test you had a lot of rest. Your brain needed to recharge after a stressful few days.

You considered yourself a somewhat okay sleeper. You didn’t wake up at the sound of just anything. But that night, you did wake up to a rather unusual sound.


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Imagine Bill attending the premiere of your newest movie and gushing over your in interviews.

Originally posted by skarsgard-universe

“Bill!” the interviewer said with a big smile “It’s so great to see you here, you took photos with your girlfriend and you both seemed to really be enjoying it!”

“Oh yes of course, we are both very happy today!” he said with a grin, glancing at you that were still taking photos with the rest of the cast at the red carpet after you had taken a couple together. He was almost unable to tear his eyes from you, and not just because you looked purely stunning and gorgeous in that gown – well at least to him – but because of the smile that was on your lips and had him entranced. But again it always did, he loved your smile more than anything even if you didn’t sometimes and when he saw you this happy it was just contagious.

“That I can certainly see! And let me point out that you both look amazing tonight, I stood there and watched as you took photos together and I really thought you are such an amazing couple! You’re practically made for one another!” she pointed out with a smile and he chuckled.

“Why thank you, I’ll- I’ll make sure to bring it up to her the moment I get the chance to.” he smiled widely.

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hubby - tom h.

Originally posted by spookymalfoy

author’s note: wow okay I’ve never written for tom holland before but here goes nothing??? I hope you don’t hate this but on the off chance you do, pls hate silently (read more bar is added because I wrote out what come to mind for Tom’s proposal and it made everything look so much longer lmao) 


  • Okay but like
  • Can we all just take a minute to imagine what marrying Thomas Stanley Holland would be like
  • Just getting engaged to that boy would be magical
    • He’d have this whole big thing planned
      • Literally every member of the Holland family plus Harrison would be involved in putting things together because if we’re being honest they all loved you just as much as Tom did

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anonymous asked:

HC about the pairings Reddie vs Stenbrough having to raise a bag of flour or a mechanical baby and be parents in a fake family for a Family and Consumer Science class.



-richie would be so adamant on naming the flower baby ‘richie jr’ but eddie is like wtf no we’re good with only one damn richie tozier in the world. richie just shrugs like “okay fine but you know what we do need? another eddie, therefore, eddie jr.”

-the day of getting the damn thing, eddie lets richie take it home and he goes over to his house later on, and richie is in the kitchen and offers eddie a cookie saying saying some shit like “didn’t have any flour so i used some from eddie jr, that’s okay right?” and eddie fucking flips “YOU DID NOT JUST USE OUR BABY TO MAKE COOKIES” and richie is for a minute speechless cause like did eddie just call the flour sack ‘their baby’?

-they take turns having it for the night, though, it doesn’t really matter since they are usually together until midnight anyway doing whatever

-eddie is mortified when one morning he comes over and finds that richie drew glasses on the ‘baby’

-you know damn straight richie will repeatedly trick eddie into thinking he actually baked something with the flour, and eddie falls for it every time

-BUT you also know eddie will trick richie right back. richie will come over to get the ‘baby’ and eddie will be like “um you had it, dipshit.” and richie IS LIKE WHAT NO YOU HAD EDDIE JR. eddie will watch with amusement as richie runs back home to look for it

-richie keeps the ‘baby’ in his basket when they all ride around on their bikes

-eddie goes to richie’s house to find richie playing videogames with the flour baby right next to him with its very own controller. “um our baby is not going to live its short life not knowing how to play mario kart, eds”

-when they finally finish the assignment (they got an A btw which shocked everyone because lets be real everyone thought richie was going to drop it or some shit), they actually do end up going to richie’s house and baking cookies with it


-okay first off the baby would definitely be a girl and her name would be raven

-i can just imagine stan making some sling to hold the ‘baby’ on his chest as he goes out and studies birds??

-they decide to keep the baby at bill’s because georgie actually went out and made a cute, little bed for it, and how could they say no to his cute face?? though stan can’t help but fix up the blankets and pillows but bill doesn’t say anything and he’s happy to tell georgie that’s just how stan is

-also georgie says bill and stan are married now, and stan takes bill’s hand in his and kisses his cheek and bill fucking sputters all over the place

-so now hand holding is a thing, and stan kisses bill on the cheek every time they part ways. they knew they had feelings for each other but this assignment only made it more out in the open.

-also stan keeps the ‘baby’ in his basket because he’s the only one who makes sure his bike is stood still

-alsO bill would definitely whip out a marker and draw curls on the ‘baby’ and stan’s face would get so red oh my god. “i hate you.” “wh..wh-what..” “I’m kidding” and kissing follows

-when the assignment is over, they keep holding hands all the time and pretty much nothing changes and stan officially asks out bill and they go on their first date

Having a crush on Eggsy would include:

Originally posted by seasideliving

requested by: an anon with exceptionally good taste
warnings: i got carried away with this. no kingsman the golden circle spoilers.

  • Being surprised to find you fancy him
  • He’s really not your usual type but there’s just something about him that’s so damn nice
  • Is it his hair? His shoulders? Nah man it’s gotta be how sneaky cheeky freaky deaky he is
  • I mean have you seen that wink he does?
  • Or maybe it’s just everything.
  • Every time you’re around him you can’t help but take a look and look away when he looks in your general direction
  • You try to keep it under wraps you really do
  • But Eggsy has this intuition thing and as soon as you realised you fancied him, he felt it straight off the bat
  • Eggsy would thrive on the attention you unintentionally give him - showing off, saying the wittiest things followed by “ain’t that right?” and an elbow jab to your ribs, or the occasional wink.
  • At first, your blush would be uncontrollable, but after a few weeks of this constant teasing, you toughen up and develop your own witty ways to deal with him
  • He’d pass you in the hall with a wink, “Looking good, babe.”
  • You’d tilt your head, “Better looking than you.”
  • Before you know it and without realising, the pair of you would be flirting all the time. Where it started with just Eggsy taking the piss, he soon became very involved with it and realised he fancied you, too
  • You wouldn’t be able to tell, though. His flirtatious behaviour wouldn’t change, but his intentions would. He no longer tried to make you blush, he’d be trying to take his frustrations out, trying to hint that he wanted a little more. But now he’d settled himself into flirting with you on a casual basis, he didn’t know what to do to make you see he was serious without flat out saying it
  • So he just left it and ended up stewing in his own feelings for a while
  • Because you both wanted to be around each other and ended up spending so much time together, you’d soon become good mates. Best mates, even. He’d flirt, you’d sass and shoot him down, and he’d think it’s hilarious but also be in a good chunk of achy pains in his heart
  • With being best mates comes emotional support. When goings get tough, he’d offer you a hug and just hold you. Whenever this happens, you’d sort of sink into him, relaxing completely, focusing on the fact he was here in your arms and not whatever had made you need this support.
  • You’d grip to the physical memory of his back beneath your hands, the fabric of his suit against your fingertips and his breath on your neck as he rested his head against yours, arms tightly around you like a buffer keeping from the outside world.
  • Eggsy would be doing the same, clinging to the feeling of how snugly you fit in his arms, how completely you lean against him.
  • Sometimes these moments would lead to a kiss. No, not a lip contact one unfortunately. The pair of you would be too deep into this friendship now to even imagine endangering it.
  • Before you part, he’d press a kiss to your forehead and tell you everything’s gonna be okay. “Besides, I’m here, right? What more could you possibly need?”
  • “A cricket bat to whack you with, potentially.” And then you’d thank him and kiss his cheek, something that you always wanted to do again, but limited yourself to one per hug.
  • The rest of the agents would be going absolutely crazy. It was clear your crush was mutual and they just didn’t understand how your friendship hadn’t caved into something more. Merlin and Harry would place quiet bets on whether or not you’d be together by the end of the year.
  • A couple of bets would pass, Harry having won them all (you still weren’t together), and the crushes wouldn’t exist anymore. No, you were madly in love with each other but dammit nothing was happening
  • Until Eggsy was given a mission that would surely kill him. He’d been on many dangerous missions before, but none that put him right into the bad guy’s base when there wasn’t enough manpower at Kingsman to mount a team of spies, or even a military rescue team.
  • You’d make a point to see Eggsy off to his plane. A teary goodbye and about five “Don’t you dare fucking die"s later, Eggsy decides it’s high time he told you he returned your crush as soon as you told him "Shove it up your arse, Eggsy.”
  • A deep, long awaited kiss sees Harry giving Merlin a few cash notes.
  • When Eggsy gets back (“I promised I wouldn’t die, din’t I?”), the pair of you would date and be openly in love, like you should have been for years.

written by: archie’s hormones

Next To Me ~ Stan Uris x Reader

Originally posted by the-losers-clubs

My feet barely touched the ground as I ran through The Barrens. The sticky heat was making it harder for me to keep going. The only motivation I had was Henry Bowers and his lackeys. They had cornered me outside the library. Henry was trying to get me to tell him where Ben was so he could go and ‘kick his head in’ and I had spat on him and made a run for it. 

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BITCH!” I heard Henry bellow from behind me, “YOU CAN’T RUN FOREVER!”
“EAT SHIT HENRY!” I screamed back, not daring to turn around in fear I’d stop running

My lungs were burning and I could use a hit of Eddie’s aspirator, but I could see the bridge and I decided to keep running until I got there. I almost made it too, if it wasn’t for someone grabbing my ponytail and yanking me back. I stopped dead in my tracks. He’d got me.

“I told you,” Henry growled, breathing heavily, “That you couldn’t run. Now, how’s about you tell me where that fat fuck Ben is hiding?”

You knew that Ben was hiding out at the cinema with Eddie and Richie, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“I’m not going to tell you, asshole, so why don’t you go and fuck yourself.”

Henry was still gripping my hair, but with his free hand he reached back and smacked me straight across the face. I didn’t understand the true meaning of 'seeing stars’ until that moment. He did it with so much force that he knocked me over. He then brought his foot into my stomach causing me to scream in agony. I had never felt such a pain. 

“Watch it fuckface. Next time I see you I’ll give you a whole lot worse. Now tell me where he is. This is your last chance.”

Despite the warm blood running down the side of my face I still had the sense not to tell him because now he was all riled up, and Ben would get a hell of a lot worse than me.

“He-he’s in the children’s library.” I stuttered
“That’s all you needed to tell me.”

And with that, he ran off back towards the library. I guessed that when he got to the library and realised that I’d lied to him, Henry would come and find me with a brand new, much worse attitude and I baseball bat. Slowly, I stood up, wobbling on my feet. My head was pounding and I knew that at some point fairly soon I was going to throw up. There was only one place I could think of going, and that was to Stan’s. I began walking.


I knew that voice anywhere. And I was in The Barrens. Alone. Near the bridge. I cursed myself and the situation I was in, but the one thing I would not do was show my fear.

“Y/N! Don’t ignore me. I bought you some candy floss! It’s your favourite but your mother doesn’t let you eat it because she says it will rot your teeth. If you come with me you can have as much as you want!”

I saw It on the other side of the stream. It would probably only take It seven seconds or so to get to me. It had its hideous suit with orange pom poms on of course, but it wasn’t human. It was a swarm of moths and insects that were shaped like a body, held together by the suit. A dirty great swarm of my greatest fear, flapping around, ready to land on me and eat me like they do clothes in the closet. I wanted to scream but I had no voice. It was like ice was coursing through my veins, going straight to my heart. I could hear them flapping their ugly, brown wings and their little legs rubbing together as they flew. Moths. I hated them.

Before they got any closer I turned and ran, back the way I came and towards Stan’s neighbourhood. As I hauled myself through the long grass I forgot about the pain that Henry caused me and thought about the cluster of insects behind me and how it would feel to be trapped in the middle of them. It would be hot and musty and dark. They’d be all over my skin, flapping their wings. They’d be in my hair and on my face, in my mouth going down my throat. I was sick as I ran. Considering what was at my heels and the fact I couldn’t hold it in any longer, I didn’t have another choice. 


I was out! I had made it. But I didn’t dare stop running. Not until I got to the Uris’ front door. Stan opened the door smiling, but that was soon gone when he saw the sight of me.

“Y/N?! What happened to you?! Come inside!”

I immediately felt better when I went in. It was like everything bad was left outside the front door. Stan took me upstairs to the bathroom and we sat on the edge of the bath while he dabbed at my bloody face with a damp washcloth.

“What happened to you?”
“Well,” I let a tear run down my face which didn’t go unnoticed, “Henry wanted to know where Ben was and I wouldn’t tell him, so I spat on him and ran to The Barrens with him not far behind. I almost got away but he grabbed me and smacked me across the face so hard that I fell over. Then he kicked me in the stomach.”
“Oh, Y/N-”
“And then I saw It. It was standing on the other side of the stream but I was a massive swarm of-”
“Moths?” Stan knew my biggest fear and I knew his
“Yeah. And I didn’t stop running until I got here, to you.”
Stan looked horrified and angry at the same time.
“I hate Henry Bowers so much. Look what he’s done to you. And It. We need to tell Bill about this tomorrow.”
“Why not now?”
“Because you need to rest, that’s why Y/N. Now, wait right here while I go and get you some clean clothes. How about a shower?”
“Stan, I wouldn’t want to impose on you-”
“Nonsense. Let me do this for you, please.”

Stan went to get me some clothes and while he did, I thought about how I had narrowly escaped with my life today. Twice. Stan came back in with some of his underwear and one of his t-shirts. I knew it was going to be massive on me.

“How about you take a bath, and I’ll make us something to eat?”
“Stan,” I smiled, “You really don’t need to do all of this for me. I can just go home.”
“Let me do this for you. I want to, and I need to know that you’re okay.”
“Thanks, Stan.”

So Stan Uris ran me a bath and went to make us something to eat. As I eased myself into the hot water, I wondered how the hell I was in this situation. An hour ago I was reading in the library and now I was taking a bath at Stan Uris’ house because I almost got killed twice. It was times like these that made me fucking hate Derry.

When I got out of the bath twenty minutes later the water was murky with dry blood and dirt. I slipped into what Stan had left me and brushed through my wet hair with the comb in the vanity. Stan’s parents definitely weren’t home. As it still hurt to walk, I made my way down to the kitchen slowly and sat at the table. Stan turned around and smiled.

“Are you feeling better? I’ve got some aspirin here. You should take a couple once you’ve eaten.”
“Thank you so much for all this, Stan.”
“Of course.”
Stan put a bowl of steaming soup and toasted soldiers in front of me along with a glass of milk. He sat across from me and watched me eat with a concerned look on his face. When I was finished he took both of my hands in his. I was surprised, to say the least.

Stan cleared his throat. “I don’t know if this is a good time, but when will it ever be if not now? I’m just going to come out and say it, but for a while now I’ve liked you as a lot more than a friend. I’ve been slowly falling in love with you, and I know there’s a lot going on right now, but I think that if you feel the same way, nothing else should matter.”

I was stunned. I knew for a while now that I had felt differently towards Stan than I had with any of the others, but I never would have thought that he felt the same way.

“Me too, Stan. Me too. I think we need to be there for each other now more than ever. Just like now.”

I let go of Stan’s hands and went around to his side of the table. I pulled him up so he was standing and kissed him lightly on the lips. We were both smiling. I couldn’t wait to tell Bev that I’d just had my first kiss with Stan, but most importantly, I couldn’t wait to go forward, knowing that whatever happened to us all in the months to come, Stanley Uris would always be standing right next to me.

Requested by: @mystery-time-lady-of-reading

Take me on a date - Tyler Seguin

A/N: I’m not too sure about this one. I know I’ve been writing a lot of unrequested imagines, but right now it is what I feel like writing. Sorry!

Word count: 1202

Warnings: swearing probably.

Master List

Originally posted by brosillustrated

Jack is everything you aren’t used to. He has bought you flowers, complimented your outfit, hair and makeup, held the door open for you, invited you to a great restaurant… and here you are wishing this date was over already. Something must be really fucked up with you, because this is definitely nicer than the your usual I-am-outside-your-door-let’s-fuck kind of deal.

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Prompt: You want to ask Peter out to homecoming but what if he asks someone else?

Originally posted by jizemderler


“You know this is the 4th time this week you’ve been staying late.” Mr. Delmar states, “What for?”

I blush slightly at the thought of Peter saying yes, “Homecoming.”

You’re asking that boy, Peter, yea?”

The cat meows and starts rubbing against my arms, he’s hungry. I bet being a cat is way better than being human. Cats can eat whatever they want and don’t have to care about the consequences, plus they are lazy. I shrug, “Maybe?”

Well, don’t let me stand in your way. Take all the overtime you need, your secret is safe with me.” Mr. Delmar pats me on the back and starts to pack up. I guess that’s my que to get going. It’s already 11:00pm. Yawning I follow Mr. Delmar out locking up, “Night kid.”

Soon enough I get home about to face plant into my bed when I hear light tapping on my window. A man crouches, leaning against it. I cautiously open it to reveal the one and only Spider-Man, “Oh, shit.”

“A little help here?”

Oh, sorry.“ I help him from the window on to my bed. Bruises and blood cover his body, "What the hell happened?”

Someone had a knife.”

That’s all he told me as I started to patch him up. Why? Why am I helping this guy? I don’t even know him. I know about what I read in the papers but that’s it. I stare at him, something seems oddly familiar but shake my head and get back to work.

Your cute.”

A mad blush crawls across my face until I shake it off, “And you’re hurt. We are both very observant people. Why’d you come here?”

Your parents home?”

I scoff. “Maybe. Besides the point, why’d you stop here? Figure that you get lucky on the first try?”

W-well, I went to other apartments, t-they didn’t have their lights on.”

Strapping the last of the bandages around his torso and I nod at my work, “Should take some pain med.’s and rest.” I smile to who ever it was behind the mask. I guess helping Spider-Man wasn’t so bad after all.

Today’s the day I thought to myself, today’s the day I get to finally ask Peter to Homecoming. Homecoming should be a blast right? I mean, admitting my feelings to him will be a leap but it shouldn’t be that bad, right? Ugh. Straightening my hair I take a look at the clock, 6:53, gotta blast.

At the end of the day, opening my locker with a sigh I realize that everything is in place. I worked over time at the sandwich shop which got me a lot of extra cash, just enough to get a poster and food to ask him to homecoming.

“Are you excited?” Ned asks leaning up against the locker next to mine.

“More like terrified, what if he doesn’t feel the same?” Bitting my nails taking a quick look down the hall, he should be here any minute.

“He does.” Ned reassures. I reach for the poster smiling but I get stopped in my tracks.

“Oh my god! Yes, of course I’ll go with you, Peter!” A girl down the hall shouts. My heart plummets into my stomach making me freeze. All butterflies in my stomach have disappeared and a horrible drop dead feeling fills it. He smiles awkwardly and hugs her. I bite my lip, I knew it would be to good to be true. I was living in a fairy tale and now it’s turning grey.

“He does, huh?” I mumble.

“(Y/n)-” Ned tries to explain but I cut him off, “See you Monday.” Throwing my backpack over my shoulder I walk out.

The moment my apartment door closes tears fall down, they don’t stop and I start sobbing. I waited to long, I should have done something. About a half and hour rolls around and I’m still in the same spot. A knock at the door makes me jump. I wipe the tears but it’s still obvious I’ve been crying will my puffy face. I open the door to a smiling Peter, “Hey. Are you alright?”

“U-uh yeah, I-I just failed a test I was studying for is all. What are you doing here? Should you be getting ready for homecoming?”

“Aren’t you?” Peter asks walking into the apartment.

“No, the person I wanted to ask, asked someone else. Now, I don’t plan on going. So, if you don’t mind.” I start pushing Peter back into the hall way, “I have to do homework.”

“But it’s the weekend.” Before Peter could say anymore I shut the door and watched him leave, only he hesitated for a minute. He considered coming back in, but why? Doesn’t matter, maybe needed help in a class or something. I walk into my room and see the dress hanging on the door, a long white faded red dress that cost me a fortune, didn’t matter at the time though because I thought I would dance in it with Peter. I bite my cheek and plop onto my bed, I’ll only close my eyes for a few……


The window. Groaning, I get up to see Spider-Man leaning against it, “What’s up?”

I let him in, “Sleeping. Are you hurt? I really don’t feel like chatting.”

“I, uh, wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, your not.”

“Then why’d you ask? Love kills.” I sit down on my bed and stare at the dress, “It was for Homecoming, spent weeks working on it. I was gonna ask someone I love but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Who says that?” Spider man quickly asks. I raise and eyebrow. “I’m just helping out the neighborhood.”

I chuckle at the name, “Peter Parker. Great guy. You should meet him. I’m sure he’ll patch you up. I guess it’s my fault, for waiting to long. Or maybe finding out this way is better because maybe he doesn’t love me-”

“He loves you.” Spidey blurts out, “I mean, he looks like he does.” He points to a picture on the desk with Peter and I together, him kissing my cheek because I won my game, sweaty, smelly, and all. Smiling at the picture I take it in my hands tears swell up, “Yeah, that’s what I thought too.”

“Then you’re right, because I love you (y/n).” Peter states. I turn around slowly to see him standing there, “What?” Soon his lips are on mine, sparks fly, fireworks in the background, everything gets brighter and everything stands still.

Peter pulls apart stuttering, a nervous mess, “I asked the wrong girl. I-I was going to go up to you with the poster but someone g-got pushed in from of me, y-you have to believe me.”

I smile with one of his hands on my waist and another on my cheek, “I do.” My arms wrap around his neck, “I love you, Peter.”

“I love you too, (y/n).”

“Wait, your Spider man?”

“Shut your face and kiss me.”

Kang Daniel | Attraction

Originally posted by heartsjoker

prompt: you move into a new apartment complex. daniel’s your neighbor who owns the cats that always seem to find their way into your home…and your heart.

note: THE START OF MY DANIEL WEEK. so it’s my birthday week (my bday’s on the 26th of october hehe) and as a treat to myself, i’m posting a daniel story each day this week! annie @fromwannaone also requested this because she knew i was desperate for daniel requests :’) a true friend, y’all (also tagging @mongniel because who else should i share my daniel trashiness with than my dearest wife?)

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anonymous asked:

Hi love! So I read this somewhere and it gave me an idea for a prompt. Basically after Mulder says yes to IVF, he goes back and wonders why him. He knows that Scully finds him reckless, stubborn, he himself knows he is an asshole sometimes (esp. to S). So maybe he goes back to confront her about her choice of why him and S explains. I think this also comes from M's reaction to compliments (remember Piper Maru?) I know you have tons to write but whenever the inspiration strikes :) - Detour Anon

You always have such wonderful prompts for me! I’m not sure I did this one justice. I tried my best. Set right after Mulder leaves Scully’s apartment in Per Manum. 

Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

Mulder can’t quite keep the grin off this face. Neither can he keep his eyes on the road. Or his concentration in check. A baby. He and Scully are going to try and have a baby. Not in the most traditional way, mind you. But when have they ever been traditional? Behind him a car blows the horn; Mulder didn’t notice the traffic light had changed from red to green. He puts his foot on the gas pedal, hopes that his mental autopilot directs him towards the Hoover Building and not into some ditch.

A baby.

A tiny human that’s half her and half him. Mulder has never seriously considered having children. It came up once when he and Diana were married. She was late and while they waited for the results, they used the tediously long minutes to speak about What If. Mulder didn’t want a child even if he never said the exact words to her. Not then, not with Diana. The negative result was the beginning of the end anyway. Though these days he knows it never should have started in the first place.

There is no doubt in Mulder’s mind that Scully will be a wonderful mother. In his mind, the baby is a small boy, who won’t have to compete with the hazy memory of Emily, a sister he’ll never meet. He’s got floppy hair, a reddish brown; the color of maple leaves in late fall. He’ll ask all the important questions with his big eyes: as big as saucers, as blue as the clearest ocean. Mulder loses himself in his daydream, in the idea of her child. Hers. Except it’s not going be just her. The poor kid, boy or girl, might end up with his nose. A car passes him by, the driver gesturing angrily through the window. Another traffic light he’s not paid attention to, Mulder realizes. 

His thoughts turn darker, change direction and his smile fades. Be careful, Mulder. Don’t jump on that train, Mulder. Don’t eat the evidence, Mulder. What if this potential child turns out just like him? Not listening to what he’s told, always convinced he knows better. Stubborn as a mule (though he’d never admit it to anyone). Reckless with his life and the feelings of others. Mulder sighs. Scully thinks everything through; whether it’s about which salad she should order, what clothes to wear or who to father her child. But then why him? So overwhelmed by her request, he did not even think about the Why. Once again he’d jumped right in. After she asked him, after she told him to think about it, he made his decision before she even left his apartment. The words had tickled his throat and only the expression on her face had stopped him. Think about it, she told him, tell me in a few days. That was Friday. Today, on Sunday, he could no longer keep quiet. Once or twice he wondered what she’d do about work. Whether or not she wanted him around for any of what would come after conception. None of his thoughts were as vivid as his dreams about the small child, pudgy arms and legs, squealing in delight, begging to be held. There was never a question as to what his answer would be.

Mulder’s car comes to a stop. So much for his autopilot: he is back at Scully’s place. Work can wait, he decides. It’s Sunday, after all. 

“Mulder?” Scully is surprised to see him back. “Please don’t tell me you changed your mind. I just called Dr. Parenti.”

“No! No, I didn’t change my mind. I was just wondering if you really thought this through?” No gentle preamble; he needs to know and he needs to know now.

“Excuse me?”

“No, that’s not what I - can I come in? I’m not sure your neighbors need to hear this.” She lets him in, crosses her arms in front of her. Mulder can’t blame her. This time she doesn’t ask if she can take his coat. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, trickles down his back and makes his shirt stick to him. 

“So you did change your mind.”

“No, I didn’t but Scully… why me?” Her eyes grow big, soften.

“Why you?” He nods, waits for her answer. 

“I’m not exactly a price, am I? You could choose anyone, Scully. Some handsome genius with impeccable manners and perfect genes. Why not choose that guy?“ 

"Sit down, Mulder.” He does as he’s told, her tone not giving him any other choice. She sits in front of him on her coffee table. She puts her hands on his thighs, their heads close together as if she’s about to share a secret with him.

“If you’d said no, I’m not sure I would have gone through with it. When Dr. Parenti asked me about a possible father… there was only you, Mulder. You were my first thought.”

“But-” She motions for him to be quiet. He bites his lip hard, nods. Scully is the reasonable one in this partnership. How does she not see his faults?

“You’re passionate, Mulder. You’re caring.”

“I’m stubborn.” He adds with a sheepish smile.

“You are,” Scully agrees with a matching expression, “but you’re stubborn in a good way. You never gave up on me, Mulder. Not when I was missing and not when I was in Antarctica. You never give up.” He’d go anywhere for Scully. If someone hid her away on the moon, he’d find her there, too. But her eyes tell him she is not done yet; must sense his remaining doubts.

“You have a beautiful mind,” she puts a finger against his forehead, “I love how your mind works. Well, most of the time. Your communications skills could use some work.”

“But Scully-” her fingers moves down from his forehead, touches his nose and lands on his lips. 

“I’m not done yet. You’re so open, Mulder. I know that your inclination to believe in just about anything drives me crazy sometimes. But it’s one of your greatest qualities." 

"You really think that?” Scully nods. 

“You infuriate me constantly, Mulder. But that doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re a wonderful man. The only man I can imagine myself doing this with.” There is something more she wants to say, he thinks. Her cheeks flush in a soft pink and he wonders if she considered telling him he’d make a great father. They’re not ready for that conversation just yet, though, and they both know it.

“I’m not too ugly either?” He grins at her, tries to take the seriousness out of their talk. 

“Did I answer your question, Mulder?” Scully’s hands are back on his thighs. Her face is still close. He could easily close the distance and kiss her, but they’re not quite ready for that step either. Soon, her eyes seem to tell him, and he nods, answers two questions; the one she asked and the one she didn’t.

“I should really go back to the office now.” Disappointment washes over her face and he regrets saying it. Before he can take it back though, she’s already gotten up; the moment is gone.

“Thank you again, Mulder. Dr. Parenti will call you with the details soon.” Back to business. Mulder gets up, too, sweaty and spent. He wants to hug Scully again just to feel her close, but doesn’t. 

“See you tomorrow? At work?” Scully nods, gives him one last, tiny smile.

“See you at work.” Mulder leaves with a stomach full of butterflies and a mind full of images of their precious baby boy. Soon.

Game now (Patrick Hockstetter imagine)

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

► Summary: Last round for Patrick and the reader’s flirting game.

(This is the third part of “Meeting the gang” and “The game”)

► Pair: Patrick Hockstetter x reader

► Warnings: NSFW, Smut, swearing, unprotected sex

Author’s notes: And this is the third and last part of the miniseries I’ve been posting but of course I want to keep writing some imagines for Patrick and maybe for Henry Bowers as well, I guess we’ll see. Thank you for follow this series and I really hope you’ve liked! 

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Feel free to contact me HERE or send me a message with anything you need!

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

And Friday finally arrived.

During the classes every time you saw Patrick on the hallways he smirked at you the way he had done just before he kissed you and you smirked back trying to hide the fact that you were pretty expectant for what could happen that same afternoon.

“I cannot help myself but to think that you’re coming today just to make sure I don’t run away later on” You joked entering to the cinema club room with Cathy who smiled and rolled her eyes.

“How mistrustful from you Y/N! I’m here cause I missed” The two chairs you always occupy were already waiting for you two. Cathy, as always, sit with her ladylike manners while you adopted a more comfortable position putting your feet on the chair in front of you. “But well, maybe I am taking a little bit of care of you after this”

“I knew it” You smiled. Of course it was not her only worry, it was also true that she missed the cinema club and you knew that but it was funny to tease her a bit.

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Harry’s in awe.

He doesn’t have the slightest idea on what time it is even if his alarm clock is on the bedside table, but from what’s happening mere inches away from him, he couldn’t care less.

He was careful to grab his phone as he put it into silent mode, the lockscreen of you greeting him as he quickly switched over to take a picture of what he thinks is now one of his favorite memories from the thought with it.

“Can yeh now let me buy you one of those nursing pillows?”

Harry gently said as your head looked towards him, only noticing that he went awake too, a little smile adorning over your lips as you were fighting your eyes not to close.


He chuckled, moving on the bed as he kisses you on the lips and sat beside you, looking down on his son who’s being breastfeeded at the moment, his finger coming to brush over his little knee with a smile.

“C’mon, I promise. Just one, won’t go overboard like I did with the clothes, love.”

“It’s a pillow. And we already have a pillow.”

Harry laughed, rubbing his eyes as he knows you’re as stubborn as him but he let you win this time just because he didn’t want to add stress to you.

The both of you paused as the room was engulfed by comfortable silence, his eyes following everything you did from the way you’re eyes closed a lot longer to how you put him up and wiped some of the milk that was dripping down his chin, cradling him near your chest.

“Yeh need rest. Could watch over him if you want.”

Harry offered as he looks to it as it isn’t, insisting for you to let him take over just so you could catch up on all the restless days and sleepless nights that went by, a tired smile being given to him.


He saw again the smile that’s now embedded in his mind, now something he looks forward to every time he sees you as he nods and confirms it as he stretched his arms out.

“Anything for you.”

You slightly chuckled as he said the line you know he was going to, being so used to hearing it that you weren’t surprised you’ve heard it.

True to Harry’s word, he did mean it as long as he’d see your smile that undeniably still makes his heart flutter, not stopping at anything as he’s a man of many things but he surely swears by to be yours.

He now cradles his baby close to his chest, looking down on him as he knows that as time passes by, the more he looked like him.

He was happy of course from all the comments that pertained to how his son looks like a carbon copy of him and admittedly, he did have some angles and features that resembled yours.

Harry was happier when he saw his son’s smile that he teared up about when he knows it looks exactly like yours, the crinkle in your eyes and the dimples you had.

But this, this is what Harry likes.

He calls him raw moments even with the awareness that he isn’t the first to call memories just like that but he couldn’t care less, now that he knows another one was added to his mind and soon to be written on his journal he dedicated to you.

Harry’s proud and admittedly excited every time he introduces and calls you as his wife. It was something that brought shivers down his spine and a blush on his cheeks he’s sure that would last.

Once he finally puts his son to deep sleep and set him down his crib and kiss his neck gently upon his mother’s instructions, he went back.

And once he finally laid beside your already sleeping figure, your head turned over to him as he knows he has some time to spare.

He smiled, his two fingers pressed to your chest as he looked at it, feeling you heartbeats if he just focused on it and the hum of the aircon be lessened, contented as he felt it in his chest.

Harry had a thought back on his mind as he chuckled and shook his head upon remembering it, lowly speaking the words just for the sake of it.

“M’still gonna buy you that nursing pillow.”

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Distracting kiss manorian❤️💙💜

9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

Originally posted by electric-hearts-war

This was not going to happen. They were not about to get beaten. And they sure as hell weren’t about to lose to them.
The MC’s voice boomed through the hole-in-the-wall bar they played trivia at every single Friday night. “For the first time in over 8 months, we’re going into a bonus round! Both the ‘Fire-Breathing Witch Queens’ and the ‘Territorial Fae Pricks’ are tied with a near-perfect score of 285.’
Aelin, Manon, Lysandra, Yrene and Elide all glared across the room at their boyfriends. They smiled back innocently.
The boys knew trivia night was ‘their thing’. They hadn’t paid for a single night out in the 8 months they’d been coming here, always winning trivia and having their tab comped.
As they looked down at the multitude of drinks, shots, and plates over their table, they knew there was a very real chance they may have to pay for it all tonight.
“This is a two-part question, whoever gets both parts correct is our winner. The category is science.”
“Yes!” Aelin hollered, reaching across the table to give Yrene a high five, who broke into a shit-eating grin at the mention of her favorite topic.
“Not so fast, ladies,” Lysandra whispered. “Dorian looks pretty confident.”
Manon turned in her seat. Indeed, there was a smug look of satisfaction on her fiancé’ face.
Elide snorted. “He’s the only one. Do you think Lorcan, Rowan or Aedion with have any idea?” She quickly added, “No offense, girls.”
Aelin began to laugh. “None taken! Look at their faces as they look at Dorian. They think they have this in the bag.”
The MC spoke again. “You’ll have 90 seconds to fill in your answers. At the end of the 90 seconds, someone will come around to pick them up.” He paused. “How many elements are in the periodic table and how many occur naturally?”
The room went silent.
Yrene tugged on her curly hair. “Gods. I know there are 118 elements, but I’m not sure about them occurring naturally! I haven’t learned anything about them since, like, high school!”
Manon looked at her watch. It had been 20 seconds. “You really think only Dorian will know the answer to this one?”
The response from Lysandra was almost instantaneous. “Definitely.”
She tossed back the remainder of her Jack and Coke and stood. “Then you guys better make this count.”
She sauntered over to the boys’ table. Beer bottles, mugs, and plates of picked over chicken wings were everywhere.
“Oh no, no, no,” Aedion said, watching her stop next to Dorian’s chair. “There’s no way we’ll agree to a truce or anything like that when we’re so close to beating you guys.”
Rowan and Lorcan looked smug, while Chaol was urging Dorian to keep writing. He was looking up at Manon, a curious glint in his sapphire eyes.
“We’d never ask you guys for a truce. I just thought I’d come spend some quality time with the love of my life.”
She straddled his lap and began kissing him, a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue immediately asking for entrance into his mouth. She heard the pen drop onto the table and then a hand was laced into her white hair. Both of hers dove into the black strands of his own and she heard the guys begin to loudly object as she heard the cheers erupt from her own table.
Rowan hollered. “She can’t do that! Can she?”
Lorcan said, “I don’t know, someone just grab the entry!”
A moment of scuffling and she heard Chaol growl, “He didn’t answer the second part.”
The MC’s voice rose over the sounds of the bar. “You’ve got 15 seconds before someone will be around to collect your answers!”
“Dorian, man, please!” Aedion’s voice was pleading.
Manon felt his hand leave her lower back. She could only imagine the vulgar gesture he threw in his friends’ direction from the groans and curses that were sent back his way.
“Just write something down!” Rowan said in a frantic whisper. “She’s coming to get it now!”
Lorcan growled, “Give me that.”
As soon as she could smell the waitress’ perfume dissipate and knew their answer had been turned in, she pulled back and looked into Dorian’s surprised, lust-filled eyes. “You owe me later,” he whispered, lifting her hand and kissing the diamond on her ring finger. “Witchling.”
A smirk lit her face and she kissed his lips one more time as she got off of him and made her way back over to her own table.
Sitting in her chair, she looked at the girls with their pleased expressions. “I hope you were able to get both answers down.”
They were.
Yrene’s guess of “85” was much closer than Lorcan’s last-minute scribble of “All of them”.
The 'Fire-Breathing Witch Queens’ remained undefeated.

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