this is the first full kiss which I painted oh yeah

Sterek: Stiles is fresh out of FBI class in an obscene white button up and tie and Derek just finds it incredibly sexy
Requested by @nogitsunelichen

“It’s gone...all gone...” - Batsis (Reader) x Batfamily

Summary Batsis is EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED after she accidentally erase from her computer the entirety of the novel she has been working hard on for the past three years… 

Because I’m actually very frustrated with myself right now (refer to that post if you wanna know more), and thought that the best solution was to turn all that frustration into a story, and sorry if it’s pretty bad, it’s literally something I just came up with, and wrote in twenty minutes, because I was so damn frustrated, and here it is : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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-TIIIIIIIIM !! TIIIIIIIIIIIIM !! HELP ME PLEASE COME FAAAAST !!!!!!!! 

Your screams of panic wakes your brother up from a good nap he was having, and he runs to your bedroom as fast as he can, almost falling down stairs, slipping on the wooden floor in his socks. He burst into your room, ready to fight, and finds you sat at your desk, shaking your computer desperately. 

-Timmy, please do something, I just did something, don’t ask me what I don’t even know it just kinda happened, I pushed some fucking keys on my computer, and my novel just disappeared ! 

He stares at you for a few seconds, a bit in disbelief, before finally answering :

-…Wait, that’s your emergency ? Are you kidding me (Y/N)? 

-Au contraire mon frère, I’m super serious ! My novel alright ?! I’ve been working on it for the past three years, I was almost done !! IT CAN’T BE ALL GONE ALRIGHT !?

As you said those last words, you stood up and grabbed your brother by the collar of his shirt. Realizing what you just did, you let go of him, and straighten him a bit, forcing a smile on your face. 

-Can you, please, my dear and adorable little brother, check my computer to see if it can be retrieved ? 

Tim was a little stunned, he never saw you like that before. It was pretty much the exact opposite in fact, you were known to be the calmest and more collected of the batkids. You usually were the one calming them down…In that sense, you were a lot like your father. So seeing you being so…hysterical, was a bit unsettling. 

-Ok calm down, we can probably retrieve your file. Most files can be recovered from computers. Hell, remember when I got some back from the bat computer after it’d been completely torched down ?

-Yes, I’m hoping for another one of your miracle here. Don’t disappoint bro’. 

-I won’t. 

And on that note, Tim cracked his knuckles and went to work. 

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Defending His Future

Request: “A story where the reader is a Hufflepuff being bullied and Draco saves her?”

Summary: Draco doesn’t like the way Flint talked to you. So he finally did something about it after bottling up his anger.

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1,797

Warnings: None

A/N: I’m baaaack…. ;)

Originally posted by nellaey

It’s not like Draco hadn’t done any bullying himself, but the way Marcus Flint treated you was something else entirely. You never deserved the acrid words that were sent your way, and even Draco knew that. 

It was during lunch when he finally snapped, but Marcus had been doing it to you all day. His most effective word to use on you was weak. Draco knew you fairly well, your parents being aquaintences within their business. He knew you well enough to know that you were far from weak. 

Marcus took the fact you were sorted into Hufflepuff and never really talked to many people to his advantage. He terrorized you for being quiet and keeping to yourself, insulting your family and what you were worth, all the while you never said a word. 

Little did you know that you were worth more than just a weakling to Draco. 


“Oi! Y/N! How’s your lunch, mudblood!” Marcus’s voice echoed within the Great Hall, calling almost everybody’s attention. 

Including Draco, who watched in horror as you said nothing to Marcus, looking down at your food. 

“Aren’t ya gonna answer me, ya Hufflepuff?!” Marcus yelled again, bending down so his lips were touching your ear. 

Draco grit his teeth, his jaw tightening, glaring at the back of Marcus’s head. He was utterly disgusting in Draco’s eyes, and he promised himself that he would stop Marcus’s reign on insults upon you once and for all. 

“Oi! Flint!” Sudden shocked gasps emitted from the crowd as Draco stood up from his seat across the Hall, a glare consumed with anger being sent Marcus’s away as he turned around to look at  Draco. 

Slowly, Draco made his way over, his fists clenched by his sides. 

“What is it, Malfoy?” Marcus bit, standing straight up so his lips were nowhere near your face. 

Draco watched you sigh from behind Marcus as she looked over, pleading eyes being the only thing in Draco’s mind. 

“Talk to her again like that, and something in this Hall is going to go awry.” Draco was now fully across the Hall and now walking up to Flint, his bright blue eyes burning with fire. 

A dry chuckle escaped Marcus’s lips, his head turning to look back at you, where you were watching Draco’s every move. 

“And why are you suddenly defending this little weakling?” He bit, his hand going up to grab a piece of yoru hair and twirling it between his fingers then tugging. 

You winced but didn’t make a noise, and Draco’s blood boiled to the point where he was going to snap at any minute. He touched you, and that was not okay. Draco was now out for blood, his face coming up to Marcus’s, his jaw still locked. 

“Get your filfthy hands off her…” Draco growled, and you looked up at him with wide eyes. 

You had never seen this side of him before, and if you were being honest with yourself, you kinda liked it. 

Suddenly, Marcus went chest to chest with Draco, his eyes turning into slits. 

“And what are you going to do about it, pretty boy?” 

Draco had enough with Marcus’s antics, and finally collided his fist with Marcus’s cheek. A loud gasp escaped your mouth, your hand going up to cover it while Draco bent down, sending another hit to Marcus’s ear. 

“Draco!” Your voice suddenly ripped through the chaos of the crowd, and you bent down to grab his robe, successfully pulling him away from Marcus. “That’s enough! You’re going to bloody kill him!” 

Draco’s knuckles were now ripped, drops of blood trickling down the side of his palms. You took his bloody hand in yours and pulled, dragging him out of the Great Hall. Draco’s eyes stayed glued to Marcus’s as he lied on the ground groaning from the pain in his ear. Draco had hit him extremely hard, the anger he’s been bottling up towards Marcus finally revealing itself. Unfortunately, it had to be in front of the whole school. 

“Oh god, you’re going to get in huge trouble for this, aren’t you?” 

Draco’s attention was drawn to you when he heard worry lace your tone, and he looked over to you to see your eyebrows scrunched together, stress lines making their way upon your forehead. 

“Stop that.” He blurted, bringing his blood hand up to your forehead to wipe away the worry lines, which ended up in him wiping his blood on you instead. 

He groaned, apologizing for the accident, but you shook your head, sending him a soft smile. 

“It’s okay, Draco. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You said, lacing your fingers with his and tugging him towards Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. 

“Why here?” He questioned, looking around the bathroom as you brought him over to this sink, turning on the water. 

You looked up at him, your eyebrow raised. “Because it’s the one place we can get the most privacy. After what happened back there, I don’t want anybody finding you until I can get you patched up at least.” 

Draco watched you slowly as you gently brought his hand under the cold water, a hiss escaping his mouth as soon as he felt the stinging sensation run through his veins. You immediately withdrew his hands from the water, looking up at him in concern. He stamped the look into his brain, finding it utterly adorable. 

“It’s alright. You can put it back.” Draco reassured with a nod, and you listened, putting his hand back under the water and softly rubbing your fingers over the damp skin. 

“I can’t believe you actually did that…” You let the words slip out of your mouth before you could stop them, and listened as Draco chuckled. 

“Why not, love? Didn’t think a bully could beat up another bully?” 

A scowl painted its way upon your lips, and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Don’t call yourself a bully, Draco.” Was all you had said before shutting off the water and releasing his hand, walking over to the stalls and grabbing a small piece of toilet paper. 

Draco turned in your direction, furrowing his eyebrows. “Don’t you think I’m a bully? Doesn’t everybody? That’s the only other thing I’m known for besides being my father’s pet.” He spat to himself, babbling on about how much people hated him. 

You looked up to him as you returned to stand in front of him, grabbing his hand again and gently dabbing the cuts on his knuckles. “You shouldn’t care what other people think about you, Draco. Their opinion doesn’t matter unless you want it to matter. You are what you are, and that’s it. Whatever anybody else says you are, it’s irrelevant.” 

Draco looked down at you in shock, his eyes slightly wide and suddenly full of color. Your outburst was the first time Draco heard anything decent about him, and he couldn’t have appreciated it more. Suddenly, hepulled your hand with the toilet paper behind his back, his other arm wrapping around your waist so he could pull you closer to him. 

A breathless gasp escaped your lips when you looked up to realize your face was just inches from his, his minty breath fanning against your cheeks. 

“D-Draco…” You called out to him as you stared into his ocean blue eyes, a sly smirk that made your knees go weak planting its way upon his face. 

“Yes, Y/N?” He smiled brightly. It was one of those boyish smiles that reached from one end of his face to the other, and it made you laugh jovially. 

“W-Why did you defend me against Marcus” You brought your hands up to his chest, resting one of your palms against where his heart was. 

Draco watched as you suddenly bit your lip and looked down at the ground, almost ashamed of asking such a question. He shook his head softly, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, his blue eyes wide with honesty. 

“Because you don’t deserve the way he treats you. I know you enough, Y/N, to know that your hatred towards violence and drama are strong enough to cause you to not defend yourself against somebody like that, and I couldn’t continue to see him talk to you that way without teaching him a lesson. You deserve better than a prick like that in your face all the time, and I decided that it was time to finally end his bullying streak towards you. I just couldn’t stand it.”

You could’ve sworn your stomach flipped a thousand times within the middle of Draco’s confession, and your cheeks began to turn a dark shade of red. You noticed Draco smile at the small change of skin color, and you couldn’t help but let out a sheepish laugh. His smile could light up a thousand worlds, and the fact that it was meant towards you made your heart swell with warmth. 

“Are your hands okay?” You abruptly spluttered, reaching down to grab his hands. 

However, Draco did something highly unexpected, something that uttered a soft gasp from your lips. 

He laced your fingers in his and lifted them above your head, his body moving forward to walk you back against the wall that you two were previously standing in front of. Your mouth parted slightly and you stared into his now dark blue orbs with a sudden sense of passion. 

“Is this alright?” He whispered in your ear, bringing his lips to your lobe and lightly biting down on the smooth skin, emitting a low moan from your chest. 

“Y-Yes.” You admitted, pushing your body forward so you were now closer to Draco. 

You could feel him smile a little as his lips traveled against your cheek, pressing butterfly kisses against the silky layers of skin there. Your breath quickened when his mouth became inches from yours, and you sighed in content when his lips finally connected with yours, his hands moving down to cup your cheeks, releasing your arms in the process. 

Draco could practically feel your heartbeat against his chest when he pressed you harder against the wall, slowly pulling away from you and removing his hands from your cheeks, brushing them against your waist until his hands were able to cup your hips. 

You were both left breathless against the wall, a heaping mess of passion and admiration all in one. Draco appreciated the way you reacted towards him, and he looekd down at you with a certain twinkle in his eyes. 

“Well then… That was unexpected, now wasn’t it?” 

amyinthebelljar  asked:

or how about: scott dares stiles to move everything in derek's loft one inch to the left, except for one thing, and see how long it takes for derek to notice

Derek slides open the door to the loft, steps through, and slides it closed. He lets his eyes fall shut as he takes a deep breath in, ready to be reassured of home, safety; all things his. 

Instead, his eyes snap open. “Stiles.” He states flatly to the empty room. Derek listens intently, awakening powerful senses to do so, but his loft is indeed empty.  Derek growls in annoyance, his heart rate up, teeth itching for the growth into fang. 

He takes a few, cautious steps forward into the loft. Stiles’ scent permeates the air, but does not seem concentrated in one place. Derek detects no notes of distress, fear or pain. Why the hell would Stiles be over in his loft and then leave? He wanders around, trying to get a grasp on Stiles’ movements and purpose through his scent trail, but he comes up with nothing. 

It bothers Derek for the rest of the evening. He’s restless. He can’t get comfortable. Everything is wrong. He blames Stiles, oh how he blames Stiles. He can’t breathe, ugh. All he wanted was to come home and read a dusty tomb and relax. But no. Stiles was here. And there’s just…something not right all because of- 

Stiles. 

It winds up bothering Derek for far longer than the rest of the evening. It bothers him through the night-he can’t freaking sleep for some reason. It bothers him in the morning-having breakfast in his kitchenette, instead of grounding him, leaves him feeling wrong-footed.

He goes out for a run, when he comes back, everything is still wrong somehow. His shower leaves him feeling annoyed instead of clean and calm. 

For three days, Derek endures a rising tide of frustration and aggravation. On the third day, Derek is walking by his coffee table when he notices it. A little ring of dust on the floor. It bothers him, so he crouches down to take a closer look. There’s two rings of dust on the floor, what? Derek sniffs cautiously, but the still faintly lingering scent of Stiles throws off anything else. 

He glares at the two rings of dust, each about an inch or so away from the legs of the coffee table as if…as if…as if. 

Stiles.” Derek snarls with realization, a little bit of rage, and no small amount of vindication (he knew he wasn’t crazy, he knew things were wrong in here). With mounting fury, he checks the rest of the loft, his steps growing angrier and angrier. Everything. Every piece of furniture and spare bit of housekeeping that Derek owns has been moved 1 inch to the left.

If Derek were to measure it, it would probably be precisely 1 inch to the left because-“Stiles,” Derek finds him self breathing out into the silence of the loft once again. He finds himself sitting down on his couch, letting the shadows grow long as he contemplates…revenge.

First Derek steals the recharge cord for the controller to Stiles’ Xbox.

Then, “Hale.” The Sheriff greets him cautiously as he looks up at Derek’s knock on the doorway into his office. 

“I brought donuts,” Derek says seriously.

“Well come on in.” The Sheriff says.

Then Derek waits until Scott and Stiles are going to have a ‘bro time’ night, and drags Scott out into the preserve with him. 3 separate times in a row. Derek teaches Scott things like what moss is edible and how to do back flips with style. It’s great. They bond. (Derek knows what nights are ‘bro time’ because he listens in on Stiles’ phone conversations.) (No, he is not a creeper, he prefers the term, ‘stalker’.) (Thank you.)

He brings the Sheriff a double greaseburger with extra large fries from the Beacon Drive-in for lunch.  

He sneaks in (and no he’s not proud of this, but now he’s maybe having too much fun to stop) when Stiles is asleep and steals his economics homework right out of his school bag.  

He spray paints on the back of that kid Liam’s house, ‘Stiles wuz here’.  

The night he lifts Stiles’ spare from that ridiculous thing he calls a vehicle and lets the air out of his back right tire, Stiles walks back in the rain straight to Derek’s loft, not his house. 

Derek’s waiting for him in the center of his living room (yes it is a living room goddammit, not a rave party’s wet dream), arms crossed over his chest, his best asshole look on his face, and a not inconsiderable amount of glee. Which, considering his age, is maybe a little disturbing. 

“You.” Stiles accuses, as he storms inside, limbs in all directions, his eyes wild, bringing with him the scent of rain and righteous fury. 

“Me?” Derek parrots back with an eyebrow raise.

Stiles stomps straight over to Derek, who smirks in anticipation. 

He’s completely ready for Stiles to get all up in his space. He’s even ready for Stiles to grab to fistfuls of his shirt (kid’s grown bold in his old age).

He’s even secure enough in his victory to allow Stiles to jerk him forward.

He’s completely unprepared for Stiles’ lips (soft parted raindrops sweet) to press against his. 

Derek’s arms uncross from his chest and drop to his sides in shock. 

“You,” Stiles pulls back and glares at him, “I hate you.”

Derek nods in agreement, even as he leans forward into the next press of Stiles’ lips against his own (warm now full slightly parted sweet sweet).

They break apart for air. 

"You ruined my loft,” Derek growls.

“I want my fucking charger cord back,” Stiles hisses.

They come together again, and this time Stiles gets a hand around the back of Derek’s neck, and Derek slides both his hands under Stiles’ wet t-shirt.

They break apart once more for air.

“You fed my dad junk food,” Stiles accuses, lips swollen and (Derek is pleased to see) tender looking.

“Yeah I did, I think he likes me better than you now,” Derek grins.

“Fuck you,” Stiles. 

They kiss again, angry, demanding, life-affirming. 

Stiles’ scent is going to be everywhere again, Derek reflects. As Stiles slips an aggressive tongue inside his mouth, Derek supposes that’s not going to bother him much anymore.  

Sterek Day Seven: Halloween

I hope this is halloweeny enough for this prompt. Mostly it’s a cutesy fluff. I also wrote it for the sterekwritingroom October prompt: Autumn. Enjoy

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“Dude.” Scott is staring at Stiles with an incredulous expression, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “You’re serious? You really don’t want to go? But this is your favorite time of year! You have a whole speech about why it’s better than Christmas! And one of your go-to points is about his great the Halloween Fest is!”

Stiles throws himself across the bed and sighs, avoiding eye contact. Because the thing is, Scott is right. Stiles loves Halloween. He loves that everyone dresses up just because it’s fun, loves carving pumpkins and making candied apples. And more than anything else, he loves the Beacon Hills Halloween Festival. All of the local shops set up booths full of their spookiest creations, the high school runs a haunted house, there’s a spooky cookie bake off, and the whole area smells like apple cider and sweet pumpkin pie. It’s amazing. Scott and Stiles go every year, and they haven’t missed a festival since they started the tradition in middle school.

But this year, Stiles can’t go. He can’t. Not after he embarrassed himself in front of Derek Hale, only son of the powerful Talia Hale, who happens to one of the festival’s main sponsors. Even though the Hale’s aren’t in charge of it, not really, they always attend.

“What could you have done that’s bad enough to make you refuse to go to the festival?”

He buries his head in the pillow, not wanting to admit it. But if it’s the only thing that will get Scott to back down, then, “Okay, but this have to stay between us. Remember when I went out with Erica to the bars a few weeks ago? We ended up at the same bar that Derek and Boyd were at. When she saw them, Erica made sure that we ‘accidentally’ ran into them, and Boyd invited us to drink with them. Obviously Erica agreed.” At first it was nice. Erica, who has liked Boyd for years, really hit it off with him, and soon enough the pair was on the dance floor together. And Derek turned out to be a lot of fun to talk to, with a dry humor and sharpwit. “But I had a little too much to drink.”

Scott visibly pales, slouching on the bed beside Stiles with an, “Oh.”

If there is one universal truth between them, it is that Stiles gets very loveable and clingy when he gets drunk. Which, when mixed with strangers, is never a good thing.

“Yeah. Erica and Boyd were dancing, and Derek and I were just kind of hanging out. And he turned out to be so funny and sharp. Well drunk me decided it was time to make a move, so I reached over, ran my fingers through his beard, told him he was beautiful and that I wanted to have puppies with him, and then I realized what I had said and ran away. I literally got up and ran out of the bar. I left my phone and my keys behind and everything!” Derek had been nice enough to give them to Erica. It was mortifying. “So yeah, I really can’t go.”

Scott nods silently, his mouth tipped into a frown. But then he remembers something. “Dude!” He smacks Stiles’ back. “We have to go though. Kira said that she was going to be there this year, and that she was helping to run the kissing booth. Kissing booths, Stiles!”

“Just go by yourself, Scott.”

Grabbing at Stiles’ legs, Scott starts trying to pull him off of the bed. “You have to go! I need you there to make sure I don’t run away. Listen, I’ll help you avoid Derek all night. I’ll buy you some cider and a caramel apple. And we can leave as soon as we see her. Come on Stiles, this is my chance!”

He wants to say no. He really wants too. But he knows how hard it is for Scott to talk to Kira on a normal day, and he’s been crushing on her for a few years. Having a course together at their local college has helped him branch out a little, but there is no way he’ll approach the girl he likes if Stiles isn’t there physically shoving him over to her. “Fine. But if something terrible happens, it’s on you.”

Scott woops in joy, then scrambles over to his closet to find something to wear. Stiles watches him with a feeling of impending doom. What won’t he do for his friends, honestly.

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Stiles is happy as soon as they arrive at the festival. People are milling around everywhere, laughing in groups and wearing fun costumes. Scott and Stiles are both dressed as scarecrows because Kira said that scarecrows were cute (and also Stiles has a lot of extra plaid shirts).

Talia Hale is waiting by the gates, greeting everyone who shows up. She nods at them both but her gaze doesn’t linger on them, which makes Stiles relax. From then on, it’s easy to be sweat into the festivities.

They get some apple cider, and Stiles buys an orange knitted scarf from the woman who lives down the street from his father. Scott tries his hand at the ring toss, and they visit his mother at the hospital’s booth.

When they finally catch sight of the kissing booth, Scott stops in his tracks, looking a little betrayed, and Stiles bursts into crazed laughter and begins dragging him over. Because it is a kissing booth. But it’s $2 to kiss some of the dogs rather than the people manning the booth. And Stiles thinks that’s awesome.

Kira waves them over when she sees them, her smile wide. Her nose has been painted and she’s wearing a set of pointed dog ears.

“Scott! Stiles! I’m glad you made it!”

When all Scott does is stare at her with a lovestruck expression, Stiles elbows him then takes over the conversation. “Hey, Kira! This is an awesome idea!” He’s already fishing money from his wallet when voice behind him says, “Thank you.” It’s a voice Stiles would recognize anywhere.

Turning around, Stiles wants to coo at how cute Derek looks with his face painted like a wolf’s and also kind of run away like a coward. From the corner of his eye, he catches the slogan painted on the kissing booth banner. It’s a wolf’s head tipped back to howl at the moon, the sign of the Wolf Sanctuary. That Derek runs.

“Hey, Derek,” Stiles says, wincing at how loud his voice his. “I was just-. You know-. Dogs.”

Derek laughs, a gentle huff, then places his hand on the small of Stiels’ back to urge him forward. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Scott makes a confused noise at being abandoned, but Stiles can’t bother to say anything to him. Because Derek’s hand is warm, and he keeps his body close, and he smells so nice. Leading him around the booth, Derek introduces Stiles to each of the dogs. None of them are the wolves he cares for (obviously), but they’re amazing all the same. But the time Stiles has given each one of them his attention and turns around to ask Scott if he wants to pet them too, Scott and Kira have disappeared.

“What?” He looks around.

Derek blushes and shuffles his feet. “I, uh, let them go. Kira hasn’t had a chance to look around yet, and Scott seemed like he wanted to take her, so-.”

So they’re alone. Derek doesn’t say it, but it’s the truth. The thing is, despite how embarrassed he still is about what happened the other week, being around Derek is so easy. He likes it, like the way Derek moves into his space without questioning it. And it feels like something, something good.

So, gathering his courage, Stiles asks, “Maybe I could stay here and help you with the booth then. If that’s alright?”

Derek beams. “I would like that, Stiles. And, uh-. Maybe later we can get some cider or something. Mr. Richards made this pumpkin hot chocolate, and it’s really something to try.”

Taking a chance, Stiles reaches out and grabs Derek’s hand, smiling over at him when Derek twines their fingers together.

“Like a date?”

Derek shrugs, blushing. “I-. Yes.”

Internally, Stiles is screaming. He had been so worried that Derek was freaked out about what happened at the bar, but maybe Derek likes him enough to overlook how crazy he can be. And that means-

“Although,” Derek adds, looking thoughtful. “I think adopting pups is going to have to wait for a few dates.”

Oh god, Stiles is never drinking again.

flirt - na jaemin

highschool au– ex player!jaemin with a tendency to flirt with anything with legs

this is?? kinda like a pt. 2 to the jaemin thing i wrote previously which u can read here

this was a request so i hope u like it anon!!

masterlist

Originally posted by jaehyunz

  • dating jaemin was the best thing
  • ever
  • you two had spent the summer of your junior year practically glued to each other
  • that’s when you had your first official date, your first kiss, everything
  • going back to school wasn’t fun
  • you wouldn’t get to see him all day every day, just in art and at lunch
  • he had skipped most of his first 3 years of high school, so he was taking a bunch of make up classes so he could graduate with you
  • art class was your place
  • everyone in that class knew that you two were a thing
  • the it couple, if u will
  • you two sat in the back of the room, jaemin’s arm hanging lazily around your shoulders as he watched you paint or draw or whatever
  • he thought that the real art was you, but your paintings were Okay
  • things got a little tricky in october
  • when a new girl showed up at school!
  • your school hardly ever got new kids, especially not in senior year
  • she was pretty, and she was friendly, and she was in a few of your classes
  • one of those classes being art
  • you had chemistry with her before that, so you walked with her to your art class
  • she pulled up a seat by your table and you guys were having a lovely conversation when your boyfriend walked in
  • you felt it - the shock
  • the spark?
  • he came and sat down next to you like he always did, his eyes never leaving the new girl’s
  • she opened her mouth first
  • “who is this?”
  • “oh, this is my–”
  • “i’m jaemin, and you are?”
  • she introduced herself, reaching her hand out for him to shake
  • you had felt this feeling of jealousy before
  • you were dating na jaemin, possibly the flirtiest (most flirty?) guy on the planet
  • but you still didn’t like it
  • so when the teacher came in and gave an assignment, you got to work right away, leaving the two to talk about … whatever
  • you didn’t care
  • (yes you did)
  • when the bell rang, you packed up your things and started to walk out, only to be stopped by the new girl
  • she asked you to help her find her next class, and like the good person you were, you helped her
  • as you were walking, she had a little smile on her face
  • “why are you so smiley? this is a school”
  • “that jaemin guy is pretty cute, yeah?”
  • you sighed
  • “yeah…i think he’s pretty cute. that’s why i’m dating him.”
  • you thought that was the end? ur wrong shister
  • turns out, this cute little new girl wasn’t as Friendly as you thought she was
  • it was like telling her that jaemin was dating somebody meant that she Had to have him
  • so every day in art, those two would have a Great Time
  • he never actually made any moves on her, but he was still being … Jaemin.
  • he would compliment her hair and her paintings and ask her about her day and offer to help her with her homework
  • every day,,, 45 minutes of you wanting to slam your head against the table
  • you didn’t bring her up at lunch or outside of school, because you didn’t want to hear what he thought about her
  • so you tried to seem as normal as possible
  • after about two weeks, you had had enough
  • you only let it go on for so long because you thought she would get bored bc he wasn’t actually doing anything
  • you were wrong
  • after school, you waited outside for jaemin, like you always did
  • after a few minutes, he left the school building, the new girl by his side
  • “hey y/n! look who i found!”
  • “is it cool if i walk home with you guys?”
  • “no.”
  • oh wormie
  • “why not?”
  • “because,” you pushed your body off the brick wall of the school, slowly walking towards her, “you don’t just go after people’s boyfriends. that makes u a bad person. sorry sweaty!”
  • and you took jaemin’s hand and you were off!
  • the walk home was silent
  • you could tell jaemin’s mind was racing, as was yours
  • about a block away from your house, he stopped walking
  • “were you….were you jealous back there?”
  • “you’re really dumb, jaemin”
  • “baby-”
  • you sat on the curb, putting your backpack in your lap
  • “i know who you were last year, jaemin. i know that flirting with girls and getting them to fall head over heels was fun for you. and i know you’re different now. but … you still flirt like that. and i know you’re not going to do anything, but i still get scared that i’m just … another person on your hit list.”
  • he sighed, sitting down on the curb next to you
  • he pushed your head so it was resting on his shoulder, letting out another sigh before speaking
  • “i’m sorry. i never mean it, if that’s what you’re worried about. i think it’s just my nature to be like that. i will try my best to stop being so flirty, for you. if that’s what you want. because i … i love you.”
  • that was the first time he had ever said that
  • you gasped, taking your head off of his shoulder to look at him
  • you kissed his cheek, watching a wide smile grow on his face
  • na jaemin has the most beautiful smile no printer just fax
  • “i love you too, nana”
  • you two stayed like that for a while, just smiling up at the sky, only getting up when the sun started to come down

Hi. So i was just in a car accident. I’m fine, but my car needs to be fixed because I can’t drive it now and my back hurts. The guy ran a stop sign and ran into me band then tried to tell the cop it was my fault. So i was wondering how Ace, Kidd, Law, and Shanks would react if this happened to their s/o.

A/N: Oh my god, I’m so sorry to hear that! I can’t imagine how scary that must have been… Some people are just horrible, aren’t they? I hope you get well soon! Feel like this is lowkey bad tho so sorry!!!!!! I hope you still enjoy reading it!!!!!

Modern AU


Ace:

After the accident had happened, you didn’t call him right away. Yes, you were scared and yes, you were hurt, but you didn’t want him to worry too much. So you didn’t tell him yet, just send a simple message that you would come home a bit later.

When you came home however, he was already expecting you and hugged you tightly as soon as you walked inside your apartment. “God, Y/N!” He practically yelled. “Why didn’t you call? You could have been hurt badly!”

You stayed silent, not able to speak as the tears came rushing down your face. You didn’t know why you were crying, you didn’t even cry when the police officers came or when you saw your car from the back. The backside was done, that was for sure.

Ace held you tightly, still not walking farther inside your home. He calmed you down with a way only he could do and whispered things to you, that made you stop crying quickly. “I was so worried, I tried to call you after Marco told me what happened.”

Ah, Marco. He was on the phone with you while you were driving, only on speaker of course. He must have told Ace as soon as he heard something crash, which you were kind of thankful for.

“Ace,” you whispered. You took a step back and looked at your boyfriend. His dark hair was a wild mess on his head, something that happened after he woke up or when he couldn’t stop going through it with his hands, which he always did when he was nervous. “The guy, the asshole, he tried to put the blame on me! It wasn’t even my fault!” You almost cried again, this time, because you were more than angry. You were furious.

“Shh, of course it’s not your fault.”, he calmly said, which made you relax. He was right, it wasn’t your fault. You knew that, the police knew that, Ace knew that, hell, even the guy should know that. “Are you hurt?” He asked.

“Nothing serious…”, you finally put your shoes and jacket away and went into the kitchen, slower as usual though, with Ace right behind you. “My back just hurts a bit.”

You could see him clench his jaw at that and thought for a moment that he was mad at you for being hurt, but then he explained. “That son of a-”, he caught himself.

“I should run you a bath.”, he suggested instead and turned around, directly into the bathroom. You were not sure, but you might have heard him curse a few times, but… you weren’t sure.

You followed him after you gulped down a whole glass of water and when you got there, the bathroom was already filled with all kinds of fresh smells.

“By the way, do you know what the guys’ name was?”

He helped you out of your clothes and carefully let you inside the tub, to your content he joined you right after and sat down behind you.

“No, why?”

He started to massage your shoulders and you sighed happily. His hands felt like heaven on your skin, like a flame burning away the ache. (Yikes)

“Oh… just because. Could have visited him. Uh, just for a little talk. Between two man, you know… not much. Just talking.”

You smiled. Of course… just talking.


Kidd:

You had called him as soon as you were allowed to leave. After two beeps, he answered.

“You’re late.”, he said angrily. The two of you were supposed to meet up at his house and then leave to friends party, but now you were way too late.

“I’m sorry… I got into an accident.”, you breathed out. You were still shocked and wanted nothing more than just to lay down somewhere and just sleep. You were exhausted, physically and emotionally.

You could hear him breath loudly through the phone. “You what?”, he asked confused. “Like… just now?”

“Yeah, well, no. About an hour ago. I was on my way to you, when someone just hit my car from the back.” You explained. “After the police came he tried to say it was my fault, like I was too dumb to drive. ”

Even though you couldn’t see him, you knew he was frowning, jaw clenched and if he could, smoke would come out of his ears.
“I will beat his fucking ass, who’s this guy? What’s his name?”, he asked angrily. “I swear I will make him never touch a fucking car again.”

You tried to smile, but it failed. You were just too exhausted to be happy about Kidd worrying about you, well, kind of.

“I’m fine, by the way.”, you said. “Can you pick me up, though? My car is fucked.”

A few surprisingly very short minutes later, his car stopped in front of you. You got inside quickly and put your seatbelt on. Instantly, you felt an ache in your lower back area. You hissed and started to shift.

“I thought you were fine?”, he asked quietly, worried. “Y/N?”

“Yeah, it’s just a bit uncomfortable, that’s all.”, you lied through the pain. It hurt, it really did.

“Liar.” He said and got out of the car. There were still a few people, who had watched your crashed car leave the place and a few of them even took pictures of it. Confused you got out of the car and followed the red haired man.

“What are you doing? Kidd?”, you whisper-yelled at him, after he asked a few of the people around where the guy who crashed your car was.

Luck must have been on the guys side in that moment, because he had left with a taxi 5 minutes ago, making Kidd clench his fist angrily. “Lucky fucker.”

You tried your best to convince Kidd to leave now, your patience hitting the bottom. Everything was starting to become more and more draining, which your boyfriend finally noticed. He left the scene with you quickly and drove back to his house. Without talking too much, he brought you to his bed, where he put you down gentle after he had carried you, something he thought was necessary.

“I’ll call Killer and tell him we won’t be at the party, then I’ll come and we’ll sleep for a bit, alright?” You hummed, barely registering what he said, too tired to care.

After a while you felt him lay down behind you, an arm carefully draped around your waist. He started to plant a few kisses on your neck, which made you shiver slightly, even in your state.

“You better give me a name tomorrow, Y/N. I need to see the guy.”, he whispered one last time and then you fell asleep.


Law:

He knew about it the second you got home. “Where’s your car, Y/N?”

You sighed. You felt like you just had the worst day of your life and you wanted nothing more than just forget about it. So you just walked right into Law’s arms, without saying anything and hugged him as tightly as you could.

He, however, barely hugged you back. Confused you raised your head and watched him. His eyes were full of worry and his face was painted with all kinds of emotions. “Come on.”, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the living room, where the both of you sat down on the couch.

“Tell me what happened.”, he softly said and stood up to get you something to drink. Just now you realized how dry your throat was. You thanked him and gulped the water down as soon as he put the glass down on the table.

After you were done, you explained what had happened. You explained it from the start, how you wanted to get some groceries, to the moment the guy tried to push the blame on you, after he completely crashed your car.

Law listened to you, worry still prominent in his features. After you had ended, he nodded.

“Well, my car needs to be fixed now. It’s done, god, my poor car…”, you stared at him, watching him watching you.

“Your car doesn’t matter, Y/N.”, he said annoyed, which surprised you. Why was he annoyed with you now? God, the day just couldn’t get any worse.

“W-what?”

“I don’t care about that damn car, the only thing that matters is you right now! Shit, you could have been seriously hurt.”, he whispered the last part. Your heart broke into pieces, seeing him like that made you want to curl up somewhere and just be invisible for the rest of your life.

“Law, I’m sorry I-”

“What are you sorry for? I should be sorry!”, he grabbed you carefully and pushed you into his arms. “I should have went to get the groceries. It was my turn anyways. If something happened to you, god, that would have been my fault!”

“That’s not true! It’s neither yours nor my fault! It’s the guys’ fault! Law, really.”

He shook his head and stood up. “C'mon, how do you feel?”

Confused, you shrugged. “I don’t know, my back kind of hurts, but besides that I’m fine… I’ll probably just lay down.”

“No, you won’t.”, he said calmly and took your hand, pulling you up to your feet. “Let’s get you checked up first. You can have some serious injuries, which you don’t even know about yet. ”

You nodded, even if you didn’t want to get checked up. At least not now, but you knew it would make Law happy and calm his nerves, so you did.

On the way to the hospital you didn’t let go of his hand, even after you both had left, you still didn’t let go of him. You felt safe with him, and that was the only thing that made you keep going for the day, it was the only thing that mattered.


Shanks:

When you told Shanks that evening about what happened, he thought you were joking. He was sitting on the couch, the sun already gone for a long time and the living room illuminated by warm lights. You were seated across from him, back still aching. You didn’t want to tell him, feeling like it wasn’t really important, but then decided that he might want to know.

“Are you being honest right now?”, he laughed afterwards. “As if.”

“I’m being serious, I really had an accident.”

He shook his head, his red hair shining in the light and grabbed his phone, scrolling through his feed when a quiet ‘sure’ left his lips.

“You don’t believe me?”, you threw your own phone at him, after you had opened a picture of your car, which was completely crashed. “Watch this then.”

He grabbed the phone, that had hit his thighs and looked at it with a smirk, which faded quickly. You could see his face change, his emotion changing from one to another after it clicked in his head that you were in fact not joking.

“Oh my god,” He said quietly, serious for the first time this evening. “Why didn’t you tell me before? When did this happen?”

“It was this morning. I had to go through a lot of checkups and stuff, that’s why I came home a bit later than originally planned.” You shrugged. “It’s fine though.”, you mumbled and played with a pillow next to you.

You heard him shift and then he stood up, walked up to you and crouched down in front of you. His eyes were big, full of worry and he had an displeased look on his face.

“Y/N, why didn’t you tell me? Where’s your car now?”

You mustered him and avoided his eyes. “I don’t know, didn’t want to bother you… and, my car is getting fixed at the moment.” You shifted in your seat, suddenly feeling like a little child getting scolded.

“Woah… that’s insane. Are you hurt?” He worried and touched your arms, legs and then took your head in his hand, searching for any kinds of injuries. “Tell me.”

You gulped. “No. I’m not hurt, well not badly.”

“What do you mean with ‘not badly’?”, he said, louder this time.

“Well, my back hurts, but it’s nothing serious. It’ll fade, I just need to take a rest. ”

“Come with me.”, he said. He stood up from where he was crouched down and took your hand in his. Quickly the both of you left the living room and went into your shared bedroom, where he told you to lay down. After you had done what he said, he left the room for a few minutes, coming back with some scented candles.

He put them down in every corner of the room, making you giggle when he let one almost fall down. He lit all of them quickly and walked up to you, laying down next to you.

Instantly, you felt the scents embracing you, making you feel a hundred times more relaxed than before. Shanks knew your weakness for scented candles, how they made you feel and when you needed them.

You cuddled up to him, eyes closed and feeling calm. He started to stroke you hair and planted a little kiss on your forehead. “Next time, please tell me about things like that right away.”

You hummed, sleep already tiptoeing into your body.

“Your car, fuck, to think that you were inside that thing is overwhelming. There are so many things that could have happened to you.”, he whispered. “Y/N… you’re so important to me, don’t just go and… die or something.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. “I’m fine, Shanks. There’s no need to worry now. ”, you mumbled tiredly.

He gulped visibly, still not feeling very comfortable, but nodded. “You’re right. Let’s just sleep.”

You hummed, already almost asleep.

anonymous asked:

Omg I've got the dabi baby fever too, could I request more?? Maybe dabi holding his son for the first time? Something super fluffy omggg

This is one of those asks that I got carried away with. I love ‘Dadi’! <3


Asahi Is Born

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Word Count: 2,897

Warnings/Contents: Profanity, soft Dabi, ex-villain, pregnant reader, baby love

Originally posted by oreki

Dabi stood back, hands on his hips and sweat on his brow as he examined the finished crib he had put together. The black and white piece of furniture looked simple but it was a bitch to piece together. The colors of it contrasted with the abstract wall behind it, painted in three inter-crossing triangles of white and two different shades of grey, the white one full of black polka dots. Looking around Dabi was satisfied as his sons room was finally finished, all the furniture, decor, lights and toys in their assigned spots.

“Oh you’re done!”

The ex-villain turned around to see you leaning on the door frame smiling, one hand rubbing your pregnant belly. He smiled back and nodded, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm and wrapping his other around you as you walked over and stood next to him. He turned his head to kiss the tops of yours and you hummed.

“Yeah, fucking finally. It only took 2 days!”

“And it looks great! Thank you babe, I don’t know what I’d do without you!”, you smiled and kissed your husbands chest as your arms wrapped around him.

“You’re such a kiss-ass you know that? What do you want?”, he smirked and brushed your hair out of your face.

You giggled and bit your lip, knowing it was Dabi’s weakness. “Well the baby is gonna be here any day and I wanted to start packing our things for the hospital, the only problem is –“

“Your short pregnant ass can’t reach the bags.” Dabi finished your sentence and you nodded.

The man kissed your forehead on last time before you parted from each other. He told you to go ahead and gather things while he tossed out the crib boxes and other trash and then he’d be there to help out. Smiling he leaned down to let you kiss his cheek and you left the baby room. Dabi watched with loving eyes as you exited then started to gather all his trash and bring it outside. Before going back inside Dabi sat on the front door steps and smoked a cigarette, knowing he’d only be able to suck down these cancer sticks until his son made his arrival.

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ufonaut  asked:

crash course on arctic monkeys? pls

The Band

Alex Turner

  • singer, songwriter, guitarist
  • deceptively tiny - a beAN in fact
  • many different hair eras - pick your favourite and defend it with your life
  • a lyrical genius but unable to string a normal sentence together in everyday conversation (that rock ‘n’ roll, eh?)
  • used to go out with Alexa Chung, they were beautiful and looked like a renaissance painting when they kissed and everyone cried when they broke up
  • dances like a drunk uncle at a family barbeque but no one will stop him? someone please save him from his own hubris

Matt Helders

  • drummer, aka the agile beast, aka matthew j helders iii
  • strong and friendly
  • FALSETTO
  • a beautiful and funny man
  • is engaged to the girl (Breana) in the suck it and see video, a fact thay makes me die of of laughter everytime i think about it. recently announced that soon they shall be parents
  • Kayne once said he was almost as good as Phil Collins, Matt probably cried when he heard

Jamie Cook

  • guitarist
  • he has the strongest accent of them all it’s glorious
  • “”jameh””
  • hates twinnings tea
  • married to the wonderful katie, also soon to be a father
  • the babies first word will probably be “eh”

Nick O’ Malley

  • bassist
  • an unproblematic cinnamon roll?
  • Yellamo Salohcin
  • Has a beautiful baby boy named Hearst, the first tru Dad of the band
  • only joined after the first album was out for four months, replacing andy nicholson, learned the entire repetoire in two days

they’ve all been friends since they were tiny so there’s never any drama or fights or anything, it’s all good vibes and happy times? a good bunch of people


The Albums

Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not

  • sort of a concept album except not really, deals with themes of growing up and going out in the north of england
  • “oh well they might wear classic reeboks/or knackered converse/or tracky bottoms tucked in socks”
  • a massive massive success, fastest selling album in british chart history etc etc
  • makes u all nostalgic for the good times u never experienced u kno

Favourite Worst Nightmare

  • sounds harder and louder sort of
  • a lot of ppls fave album? i can see why its very very good
  • went straight to mumber 1, won awards etc etc
  • srsly its so good
  • LETS’AVEAGAMEONTHETEDDYPICKERNOTQUICKENOUGHCANI’AVEITQUICKERALREADYTHICKANDYERGETTIN’THICKER

Humbug

  • my favourite album
  • some o’ that ‘umbug music, that full moon music eh?
  • lyrically out of this world, above and beyond anything else ive ever heard
  • produced by josh homme, divided fans over their new sound
  • dance little liar?? secret door?? pretty visitors?? crying lightning?? what a good glorious album??
  • the best hair era imho
  • atmospheric and dreamy like alexs voice is so? but still really exciting, lots of good sing-along songs too. but dark and broody u kno

Suck It And See

AM

  • the album that got me into the arctic monkeys
  • made them the global sucess they are today, but also like. divided fans once more bc suddenly am were popular and that always shakes things up
  • [[quiff and leather intensifies]]
  • i still unironically love it i listen to it like once a week
  • the last song is actually a john cooper clarke poem al reworked
  • alas al has now lost the quiff and is now growing some sort of gel monstrosity on his scalp, also he refuses to shave, maybe his new girlfriend taylor can help

Other Projects

Miles Kane + The Last Shadow Puppets

  • on the FWN tour the monkeys were supported by a band called The Rascals, fronted by one Mr. Miles Kane, a beautiful and talented turtle from liverpool
  • Miles and Alex immediatley fell in love became best friends and started writing songs together
  • in 2008, in between FWN and Humbug, they released an album called The Age Of The Understatement under the name of The Last Shadow Puppets
  • wikipedia describes it as ‘baroque’ and i really cant fault that
  • its big and loud and glourious and beautiful and it sounds like a western or a thriller or some other massive vista spanning soundtrack
  • its honestly the best thing either of them have ever done
  • Al and Mi keep doing things that make us think there’ll be another one, in the last few weeks the rumour mill has been especially busy
  • Also you should definitley listen to Miles’ own albums, Colour of the Trap and Don’t Forget Who You Are, as Miles is beautiful and stylish and one of my favourite people and an astoundingly talented musician and both Noel and Paul Weller guest star on his albums
  • oh yeah and alex bought him and miles matching turtlenecks for christmas
  • a handy and useful masterpost of Alex and Miles interactions
  • Alex and Miles are also. Uh. Look one time NME gave them the “Pete‘n’Carl” award.
  • i mean look at this

Originally posted by betheastralplane

Submarine Soundtrack

  • Richard Ayoade is an old friend of the band and asked Al to do the soundtrack to his film, Submarine, so Alex did and its beautiful
  • it sounds like stars and dreams and midnight and fireworks
  • i cry almost every single time i listen to it

More Fun Arctic Monkeys Facts

  • the NME is obsessed with them they had an entire issue dedicated to AM when it came out
  • oh yeah the band also has like a secret “”alter ego”” called The Death Ramps which is like? a fake biker gang that alex made up so they could release stuff pseudonymously. also miles kane is a member and alex made them all matching death ramps rings and he and miles never take theirs off
  • this is a very useful masterpost and has more accurate info
  • and this cover compilation is also very nice indeed
  • jamie cook used to work as a tiler even when he was still in the band
  • matt is also a dj he’s very very cool like that
  • matt’s tour diaries are essential viewing
  • oh yeah and alex’s short story A Choice of Three which is really good
  • al contibuted to the Mini Mansions song Vertigo and it’s awful but his verse is weirdly mesmerising. but the rest of it is really bad, als part is from 1:29 to 2:15 so u can ignore the rest
  • honestly one of the coolest and my most favourite bands please enjoy your journey
From The Dining Table

You two haven’t spoken in two years.

Not since it all ended that night in the hotel room. When it all changed. When it all came crashing down. When awful words were said that couldn’t be taken back. When it all fell apart.

It started at a wedding, of all places. A friend of Harry’s was getting married in Hawaii, and had invited you both. You accepted the invitation, of course, excited for the chance at a nice vacation with your boy. The whole trip had been amazing up until the reception, when your tiny mistake of catching the bouquet opened up a conversation with Harry you realized you weren’t ready for. Marriage. Of course, you wanted to marry him, but it was never something that you ever discussed aloud. You often caught yourself imagining a life with him, and mini hims running around.


“Hey, hey! Look who’s caught the bouquet, H. Guess the next wedding we’ll be at, will be for the two of yeh!” Nick’s voice rings out above the music playing in the background.

You smile at him, sitting back down in your chair and turning to Harry. “Did you hear that, babe? We’re gonna have our own fancy wedding next” you say while elbowing him in the arm, obviously joking- although Harry doesn’t seem to catch on to that.

“Yeah, love. I’m sure” He mumbles, sipping out of his champagne glass, before resuming the conversation he was having with Nick.

His response rubbed you the wrong way, but you decided to ignore it. You rest your chin on his shoulder, to whisper in his ear. “Wanna dance with me?” pressing a kiss behind his ear. He turns his head towards you, lips pulled into a tight frown, while he thinks. He presses a kiss to your forehead, before answering. “How ‘bout we go up to the room? I’m quite tired, love. Too much champagne.”

Trying to hide the disappointment in your face, you agree. You both make your rounds, saying goodnight to everyone, before you make your way up to the elevator. He presses your floor, leaning against the wall with his hands in pants pockets. You throw the bouquet at him, but he’s not fast enough to catch it. “Well, you’re not getting married next are you, clutz?” you joke with him, leaning down to pick it up.

“Yeh don’t really believe in that, do yeh?” He scoffs at you. “I mean, jus’ ‘cause yeh caught it, doesn’t mean I’m wifin’ yeh tomorrow, yeh know”

You roll your eyes. “Of course, we’re not getting married tomorrow. But we will soon, right? It’s just a reminder of that” you state, holding the bouquet up in front of his eyes. “See? Now you’re reminded”

The elevator opens, you step out first with him following. “Love, a silly little thing o’ flowers isn’t gonna make me wanna get married” he replies, taking the room key of his back pocket. “Don’ think that’s for me” he says again, before moving to let you in first.

You turn around, looking at him with the most puzzled look on your face. Your eyebrows are furrowed, and you can’t stop the frown that’s made it’s way onto your lips. “What do you mean “not for you”? Marriage?” you ask.

“Jus’ not something I ever wanted” he says, while taking off his pastel yellow suit jacket. “Thought yeh knew that?”

Laughing sarcastically, you narrow your eyes at him. “Yeah, I totally knew that you never wanted to get married. Thanks for that info”

You take your heels off, throwing them next to your suitcase, turning your back to him. He’s unbuttoning his palm tree printed shirt, which you told him you didn’t like before the ceremony, and throwing that on top of his own suitcase. He turns to you -not sure how to approach you now.

“Love, look at me?” he whispers. You’re not budging from your spot and he sighs, walking over to you. “Will yeh turn ‘round, please?” he pleads, placing his hands on your shoulder.

You shove his hands off of you, whipping around. “Were you ever even planning to tell me this?” your voice full of much more anger than it was before. “Huh? Or were you just going to string me along this whole time?”

Harry sighs again, pressing the inside of the bridge of his nose between his fingers. A telltale sign that he’s getting frustrated. “O’course, I wasn’t gonna fuckin’ string yeh along. Can’t this jus’ be enough for yeh?”

“No. No, Harry. It cannot “just be enough” you snap. “What’s the fucking point of anything we’re doing, if it isn’t leading to anything”

“Jesus Christ, lots of people don’ get married and stay together” he snaps back, running his hands through his hair. “The hell is your problem?”

“My problem is that no matter what I do, I’m stuck here waiting for you. Waiting for you to get back from tour, waiting for you to be ready to commit to me. I’m always fucking waiting for you Harry” you sigh.

“What are yeh talking ‘bout?” he says. “Am I not here as much as I can be?”

You widen your eyes at him, “Oh yeah, I love when you’re in town. I get to be at home on the couch, while you’re out with your friends until God knows when!”

“That’s not fair, yeh know I have appearances to attend!” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Not my fault, yeh’d rather stay at home all the time”

“You never ask! God, do you even want a girlfriend? Sure as hell doesn’t seem like it!” you sneer, your anger rising by the second.

Harry stares you in the eyes, his mouth in a frown, before saying “Maybe I don’t”

You nod your head at him, walking to the bathroom to gather up everything that you left on the counter, throwing it back in your suitcase. Harry grabs your hands, trying to stop you from packing. “What the hell are yeh doing?” his voice now matching your anger.

“I have to go, I’m tired of waiting for you all the damn time” you yell at him. “I can’t just sit here and pretend like just being your girlfriend is enough for me”

“Well if yeh gonna fucking go, then go. Not like I can’t find someone else who’ll be okay with it” he shouts out, the champagne he had earlier clearly getting to him.

After a night that was supposed to be full of happiness, you left Harry in that hotel room; where 24 hours prior, you’d spent the entire day together. You hopped on the first plane back home, and never saw him again.


A knock on your apartment door breaks your focus on your tv screen. It’s well past midnight, and you weren’t expecting anyone over today. In the peephole is the last person that you would’ve ever expected. He’s standing in the hallway, in a pair of familiar dragon embroidered, silk pants. You hated them then, and you surely hate them now; somehow even more now that he’s in front of your door with them on. He knocks again, louder this time, and you realize you’ve been looking out the peephole for a good 5 minutes now. Inhaling deep, you reach for the knob to open the door. For the first time in 2 years, you’re standing face to face with Harry.

“H-Hi…..” he stutters out, wide-eyed and obviously nervous. You know because he’s doing that thing where he plays with his bottom lip; to occupy his hands.

“Hi” you sighed in return. He looked different and familiar all at the same time. He was bigger and much broader, sporting even more tattoos, but his same signature scent of cologne lingered in the air. “Not to be rude or anything, but…what are you doing here?” you decide to break the ice and ask.

“Not too sure myself to be honest with yeh” he answers with a small laugh. “I’m in town doing a bit o’ shows and I-I guess I just wanted to see yeh?”

“Um, do you- do you wanna come in?” you offer. Not expecting him to say yes, you open your door for him to enter, wishing you had cleaned before he came.

He’s looking around the living room, and everything looks the same as it was before. It reminds him that you went on with your own life, in the time that you were apart. Your painting is still crooked on the wall, the rug is still too small for the room, and there’s still that stain that he made on the couch with salsa. Breaking him from his thoughts, you ask him again “Harry, why are you here?”

“Love, I really miss yeh, yeh know?” he whispers, turning towards you to run a hand along the side of your face. “I’m a fucking idiot for never running after yeh that night”

“Harry…..don’t” you reply, removing his hand from your cheek. Running your hands through your hair, you sigh loudly. “You should leave, H”

“Okay, I will, I swear jus’- jus’ answer one thing for me? Please?” he pleads. Everything in you is screaming no, say no. But the way that he looks so desperate to hear your response, the way his eyes are looking so intensely into yours. You can’t say no.

“Okay” you mutter, breaking the eye contact between the two of you. “Okay, what is it?”

“Kiss me” he says simply. You snap your head up, your eyebrows furrowing. You’re about to decline before he interrupts you.

“Look, I know yeh might wanna say no, but just hear me out okay?” he begs. “I’ve missed yeh so much these past years” he begins, looking into your eyes again. “I jus’ want a better memory than us screaming at each other, if it’s gonna be the last one I ever get”

You walk into the kitchen, him following behind you. He watches you, waiting for you answer, while you grab onto the countertop and think. “You really hurt me, you know” you finally say.

“I’m sorry, love. I really am, if I could take it all back- I would I swear” he answers.

Against all your better judgement, you lean in to kiss him. It takes him a second to actually kiss back, your actions surprising him. He moves his hands up to hold your head; which is one of your favorite things about kissing Harry. He always took his time with it, never rushing anything, treating you with such care. Harry breaks away from the kiss, moving down to press sweet kisses against your neck, wanting to inhale your scent one last time.

“Make love to me” you whisper so low that he almost doesn’t hear. Almost. “One last time”

He holds your eyes for a minute, wanting to make sure that you really want this. “Are yeh sure?”

You take one of his hands and place it on your right breast, urging him to touch you again. “Please” you breathe out.

Harry wastes no time, moving to back you up against the steel fridge door. He’s kissing you with much more fervor now, more hunger, more desperation. He inches his fingers down to the drawstring on your sweatpants, untying it as best as he can with one hand. Breaking the kiss, he crouches down to get you out of your pants and pressing a kiss to your cloth covered center. Before pulling them down, he looks at you one more time as if to ask for permission. “Please” you repeat, giving him all the confirmation he needs.

He presses one long kiss to your clit, before moving down to press his tongue in deeper. “Already so wet for me” he whispers. His nose is nudging your button and he’s easing in two fingers, reaching your g-spot without any trouble. You grab onto the top of his head to pull him back up to your lips, because as much as you’ve missed his mouth on you, you missed kissing him even more. He’s moving his hands faster and in an up and down motion, making you cry out. He’s hitting that perfect spot that only he knows how to reach. “Come on, love. Give me what I want” he whispers against your mouth, his eyes unmoving from where he’s fingers are inside you. As if on command, you feel your release come and your thighs smack close around his hand, trying to stop its movement.

Your mind is now set on one thing and one thing only, which is to make him cum. The rational side of you gone out the window. Before you know it, you’re on your knees, unzipping his pants and pressing hot open-mouthed kisses to his thigh tattoo. When you pull his red boxers down, the length of him springs up to his stomach. He’s thick and pink and veiny, just as he always was, and you realize just how much you’ve missed having him like this. How responsive he was, how loud, how grateful.

You can see a tiny bit of precum beginning to leak out of his head, and you bend to lick it off. “Ba-Baby, fuck.” he groans out. “S’not what I want, babe. You gotta stop.”

He grabs a hold to the back of your thighs, lifting you to place you on the dining table and connecting his lips with yours once again.

A lot of memories were made on this dining table- like the first time he told you he loved you while eating ice cream, when you left him a key to this very apartment, when you had your first anniversary dinner…and many more. It’s only fitting that you two would also end on this same mahogany, table.


MELTING.

Mood: Locked Out Of Heaven - Bruno Mars.

Requested by: @ddarkspacex “i was just going to request a cute/fight one with damon. because damon is 😍😍😍”


Y/N: “Hey, babe. I’m on my way to your house, please call me when you hear this. Love you, bye!” You hang up leaving the message to your boyfriend. The phone lands somewhere in the passenger sit and you focus on driving.

You’ve always thought the road to the boardinghouse is so beautiful, at least in the day, when the sunlight makes everything look so colorful and artistic. Like a painting.

You were so caught up on your thoughts you almost lose the detour to the Salvatore’s boardinghouse.

After you park, you jump off of the car and walk a bit fast to open the door of your boyfriend’s house since he had given your a key.

Y/N: “Damon, I’m here.” You check in the living room, leaving your purse there at same time. “Damon?” Nothing.

You go upstairs, directly to his room. When you hear the sound of the shower on, immediately you know you should’ve have done that in the minute you arrived.

The idea of getting naked and get into the shower with him sounds very tempting, but you don’t do it, you just take your jacket off.

Y/N: “Damon, why di- Oh god!” When you entered into the bathroom while speaking to whom you supposed it was your boyfriend, he turned around showing an alarmed Stefan who could only cover himself. When you saw his face, you automatically turned around stepping out of the bathroom.

Stefan: “What the… Y/N?”

Y/N: “Yeah, it’s me. I’m so, so sorry.” You lean on the wooden frame outside the bathroom, with your hands on your face covering the damn blush on your cheeks that won’t go away.

A very uncomfortable silence filled the room making you want to storm out of there, but right before you could do so, your boyfriend decides to finally show up, making the whole thing even more uncomfortable.

Damon: “Hey.” He doesn’t seem to understand what is happening, he’s just so unaware of where and how his brother is right now.

Your face should have given him some message because he was about to say something, but before he was able to, Stefan had to open his mouth.

Stefan: “Damon?” If it was another situation you would’ve laughed so much of Damon’s face, but it is not. You just cover your face once again and wait for his reaction but you only hear his steps as he passes by your side.

Damon: “Stefan, Stefan… what the fuck?” He sounds a bit angry.

Stefan: “I’m sorry, okay? I wasn’t expecting her to come in.” The shower was off and you could hear in his voice he was in a rush. Understandable.

Damon: “You weren’t expecting my girlfriend in my bedroom?”

Stefan: “Caroline is in my bathroom, okay?”

Damon: “And you just got into the first one you saw? Get the hell out of here.” You hear their steps getting closer to you. “And let me know if you need a tour of this house since you seem to need to memorize it again.”

You see Stefan walking out of the room, not without giving you a sorry look before disappearing, at which you answer with one too.

Damon: “Hey you.” He surprises you with a hug and a kiss you didn’t know you needed until he gave it to you.

Y/N: “Oh, I missed you so much.” This time you kiss him while he leads you, still hugging, to his bed.

Damon: “Me too.” You lay down on the bed but he stays stand. “Let me take those shoes off.”

Y/N: “No shit. Who are you and what did you do to my boyfriend?” Both of you laugh while you lift up your legs and he grabs them.

Damon: “Well, I’m pretty sure you just had a very traumatic experience.” He takes one shoe off. “Or did you enjoyed the view?”

Y/N: “I mean, he’s kinda hot…” He stops halfway through taking the other shoe off and gives you a dead look.

Damon: “So you did pay attention.” He roughly pulls the shoe off and throws it then lets your legs down. An wicked smile shows on his face as he takes one step forward and then he quickly takes his shirt off.

Y/N: “Are you serious?” You try to make fun of the situation but your mouth drys when you see his absolute perfect body and the nervous laugh that comes out of your mouth just lets him know he has succeeded.

Damon: “Enjoying this view?” He places himself astride on top of you then leans down leaving just a few millimeters between you two. “I like to think I’m hotter than Stefan, what do you think?”

Y/N: “I think… bless those DNAs.” You try to kiss him but he moves, leaving you in need of him.

Damon: “No, sweetie. That’s not the answer I want.” He gets close to you again.

Y/N: “Damon, please, I was joking.”

Damon: “Then say it.” He slowly kisses your cheek, teasing you.

Y/N: “You’re hotter than Stefan, you’re hotter than every man in this fucking world.” You say desperately.

Damon: “Good girl.” Then he finally kisses you, and it is so much better than you expected. Sadly, he breaks it leaving you a bit dizzy. “Dating advice: you don’t look at anyone other than me.”

Y/N: “That goes to you too, Mr. Salvatore.” He gives you a proud look that makes your insides turn inverted.

Damon: “We’re so made for each other.” He kisses you with so much passion that only took that kiss to make you agree with him. You are made for each other.

Dark Blue or Dark Purple?

Summary-  Pastel!Dan finally convinces Punk!Phil to let him paint his nails.

“C’mon, Philly, you’ll love it! Mine look so pretty when they’re painted, and yours will too if you let me!” Dan exclaimed to his boyfriend excitedly.

Dan was sitting crosslegged on his bed, extending his hands out to Phil as he displayed his light pink colored nails to him. Phil looked at him skeptically, licking his snakebite piercings into his mouth and popping them back out again. Dan looked up at him expectantly.

‘Hmmmmm… no.” Phil responded with a little grin. He loved Dan, of course, but he didn’t want to let him paint his nails just yet. Not until Dan had begged a little longer, at least.

“But why?” Dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“Because pink won’t go with my outfit.” Phil said, making a petty excuse. He gestured to his attire. He wore a black and white band tee, his usual ripped black skinny jeans, and black converse, all topped off with his royal blue dyed fringe, while the rest of his hair was dyed jet black. A direct contrast to Dan’s pink sweater, white jeans, and light pink converse, while a pink and white flower crown sat on his curly brown hair.

Dan stood up from his bed and rummaged through his dresser drawer. Soon, he pulled out two bottles of nail polish and jumped back on his bed.

“I have darker colors too! Do you want dark blue, or dark purple?” He said, holding up the bottles.

“Uhm…” Phil held his finger up to his chin, pretending to think deeply about which color to choose. “Neither.”

Dan sighed exasperatedly.

“Just let me paint your nails! I’ll even use a dark color so it matches your outfit! C’mon pleeeeeeeease!” Dan pleaded.

“Ugh, fine!” Phil said reluctantly.

“Yaaay!” Dan said happily. “Just let me go get a towel.”

Dan left Phil, skipping to the bathroom. Phil watched him leave admiringly. He loved Dan; his bubbly attitude, his cute clothes, his pure heart, all of Dan. Dan was perfect in his eyes, so full of love and happiness that he kept Phil stable, and Phil showered him with love and joy too, but he felt that that wasn’t nearly enough to show Dan how much he loved him. And, god, did Phil love Dan.

Phil was thinking about this when Dan returned with a bottle of nail the towel, placing it on his lap.

“Ok, Phil, put your hands here!” Dan said, and phil obliged. “What color do you want?”

“The dark blue one.”

“Ok, here we go.”

Dan unscrewed the cap of the nail polish and picked up Phil’s hand.

“Ready?” Dan looked up at Phil through his lashes and smiled.

“Does it hurt?”

Dan laughed.

“Of course not! I’d never hurt you, Philly!”

“Ok then, I’m ready.” Phil consented.

Dan began stroking the brush onto Phil’s index finger, spreading the dark blue paint onto the nail. When he was finished, he moved on to the next finger, and then the next, until he was finished with Phil’s left hand.

“So? Do you like it?” Dan asked when he put Phil’s hand down, showing him his handiwork.

“Yeah, actually. You did a great job, little prince.”

Dan blushed at the nickname. Phil had called him that since they first started dating, coming up with it when he commented that Dan’s flower crowns made him look like a little flower prince.

“Thanks, Phil.” Dan responded. “I’ll do the other hand now, ok?”

“Go ahead.” Phil held his hand up for Dan to take, and Dan began painting it.

Phil stared at Dan happily, and somewhat in disbelief that someone could be so loving, so caring, and so full of joy and happiness as Dan was.

“Ok!” Dan said when he was finished. “Time for the second coat!”

“What! They look fine as is!”

“They sure do, but I know what will make them look even better.”

Dan went into his dresser drawer again and pulled out another bottle of nail polish. He sat down on his bed again and showed Phil.

“Glitter? You know I don’t like that kind of stuff,” Phil said questioningly.

“It’s special glitter. Let me show you, put your hands back here,” Dan said, patting the towel, and Phil put his hands there.

“Look away! I don’t want you to see them until it’s done because this one is a surprise!”

Phil looked away, trusting Dan, even with his back turned.

Dan opened the bottle and stroked the glitter onto Phil’s nails. It seemed like forever until Phil could turn around, especially since he was excited about what Dan was putting on his hands. Phil had just gotten nail polish for the first time, and Dan was really making it special just for him. That was another thing he loved about Dan, he went out of his way to make people feel loved.

“Ok, all done! You can look now! Just don’t touch them because they’re a little wet.”

When Phil turned around and looked down at his nails he could see that they now had silvery glitter on them.

“Oh, cool.” Phil said, a little underwhelmed.

“Look closer.” Dan told him.

Phil held his fingertips closer to his eyes and squinted. Suddenly, he knew what made the glitter so special.

The glitter was in the shape of tiny stars, making the tips of his nails look like space. Even better, all the stars were different shapes, making it look like some were closer and further, and that his nails held the depth and vastness of the universe.

“Woah, Dan…” Phil said, bewildered.

Dan looked up at him a little dejectedly. “What, It’s just nail polish. If you don’t like it, I can take if off, I just thought since you liked aliens and space that it’d be-”

He was cut off by Phil’s lips and snakebites on his own, encasing them in a deep, yet chaste kiss.

“it’s not just nail polish!” Phil said when they separated.

Dan looked at him quizzically because it was totally nail polish.

“It’s special because you did it!”

Dan giggled, and Phil smiled happily down at him.

Yep. Phil thought as he looked at Dan. I’m going to be in love with you forever.

Niall-- Dancing in the Moonlight

“I’ve got it handled, don’t I Doodle Bug?” Niall said, tickling at his little girl who squealed and ran off, a giant grin on her face.  He turned back to his wife, love and adoration naturally slipping into place as he looked at his best friend.  “Go have your girl’s night, love.  You deserve it.”

And as far as Niall was concerned, she really and truly did. He had been doing promo and then touring for months which left his loving and strong wife to take care of their house and child by herself, all while still working and following her own dreams. She never once complained about all of the weight on her due to the rigors of Niall’s career, but he knew she needed a break and that she wouldn’t take one if he didn’t push her to.

It had been Niall’s suggestion that she take a day to spend with her friends and sisters.  It had been four months since she had done anything just for herself, not with their daughter or Niall in mind, and he was determined she would relax.  He had let her sister and best friend plan out a day full of spa treatments, nail appointments, a few nice meals, a movie, and shopping at her favorite mall, all funded by his credit card.

She was grateful for his thoughtfulness, but she couldn’t help but be uneasy.  “Are you sure you’ve got everything under control?  She’s going through a bit of a phase and you’ve only been home a couple of days…”

“Hey,” Niall whispered, cupping her chin in his hand.  “I love you, but you’re overthinking things.  I’m her dad, remember?  We all win today.  You get to rest, she gets to hang out with her daddy, and I get to spend time with my little princess.  Don’t worry about us, go enjoy yourself.”  Lots of kisses for Niall and their daughter ensued, but he could see how grateful she looked as she slipped into the front seat of her best friend’s car.  It was hard for her to turn off the full time mom part of her brain, even while she was at work, but that made it all the more important for her to get away.

Niall locked the front door and turned around to see his three year old daughter looking at him curiously.  “Daddy, where did Mommy go?” she asked, her thumb slipping into her mouth. 

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My Hero Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: https://cherryakai.tumblr.com (If you like Voltron I recommend checking her blog out!)

Prompt: 1. Awesome writing skills 210/10 2. I was wondering if I could make a request for a Bill Skarsgard x reader fic where the ready is harassed and bill (and possibly the rest of the IT cast) decide to get a little revenge for the reader by pulling a prank( on the person who harassed the reader) and at the end they all say it was bills idea to the reader. (You don’t have to if you don’t want to)

WARNING: Sexual Harassment  

Note: Enjoy!

Originally posted by mtequila

Originally posted by hoe-for-daddywise

You were so not looking forward to today.

I mean you LOVED your job as a SFX artist and meeting and talking to THE Bill Skarsgård but you hated it because of one certain co-worker, Kevin.

At first it started with awkward staring, then constantly wolf whistling when you walked by, then it grew to him becoming more touchy such as grabbing your arm. After that it moved to where if you were sitting he’d touch your knee which you’d uncomfortably cross to get his hand away.

But then he grew more arrogant and began to grope your chest and backside. You’d yell at him and told your boss (Sadly your boss wasn’t Andy) but of course she claimed she’d talk to him about it.

Yet the groping continued.

You just wanted this movie to be over. At least the fun part was Kevin never messed with you when you were working with Bill. He was a sweet and nice guy who you had become immediate friends with.

Especially since you spent almost 8 hours with him daily to help him put on and remove the costume and makeup. Well you were busy caking on the paint Bill noticed you seemed to be stressed and asked, “Is everything alright?”

“Huh? Y-Yeah I’m fine.” You replied.

“You don’t seem your usual self.” Bill commented.

“Yeah it’s just…a fellow member of behind the scenes is a bit…arrogant.”

“Oh. Douche bag?”

“Yeah.” You snorted rolling your eyes.

“So…anything happening with you?” You asked.

“Not much. I’m currently being painted into a hideous clown.” He shrugged.

You chuckled and replied, “Nah you look a little cute, and maybe a tiny bit sexy.”
(UNDERSTATEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I CALL BULLSHIT ON THAT!!!!)

Bill chuckled and you smiled and continued to dab on the white paint all over.

A couple hours later you were done and were waiting on stand-by for makeup repairs as the scene where Pennywise uses Georgie as a puppet. Jackson was the most adorable little boy ever and he was always with Bill.

If he wasn’t with Bill he was with you or hadn’t arrived to the set yet. During the scene you felt a hand place itself on your shoulder and you looked over to see it was who else, but Kevin.

Not surprised.

“Geesh, Skarsgård as a clown is just terrifying. Ya know I’m afraid of clowns, just looking at him from a distance gives me goosbumps. How bout you?” You felt him move his hand on your shoulder down to your waist and slowly slithered to your hips.

“Kevin. Stop.” You demanded ripping his hands off of you and pushing him away.

The others were too busy focusing on the set to notice what was going on in the way back. He grabbed at you again by your hips and turned you around to face him.

“C'mon give me a kiss.” He cooed.

“Kiss your mother you fucktard!”

You struggled as he grabbed you trying to press his lips against yours. However the director yelled cut and he let go of you. You shoved his face away and hurried to an exit door to get out of there asap.

What you didn’t know, was that Bill had saw the entire thing. Bill was disgusted in the man but couldn’t help but get ideas on a way to leave you alone.

(Time Jump)

Kevin smirked as he walked down the hall whistling and  looking at social media. When he was halfway down the hall he heard a loud crash and looked around but couldn’t find anyone.

“Hello?” He called.

He continued to walk a bit conscious and with his phone tucked in his pocket. Kevin came around the corner of the hall to where his job was for lighting. As soon as he opened the door though, instantly red balloons poured out a few of them popping at his feet.

The man yelped in a girlish voice before grumbling and looking around with a smirk on his face and an agitated laugh, “Alright, this is a prank. Someone’s pranking me. Huh, you think this funny? Well it ain’t!”

Kevin growled and grunted at the balloons before heading down to where he knew the directors were. As he was storming down the hall though he heard clown chuckles and felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise.

He looked around but there was no one around.

The man continued to walk more nervous now. When he turned around a corner a gruesome sight was laid out in front of him. It was all the IT cast kids gruesomely dismembered and gutted covered in blood.

And the perpetrator was none other than the alien clown ITself. He was nibbling on a limb of one of the children making the man sick. The clown looked up from his meal and grinned revealing his multiple layers of sharp, pointed, and bloody teeth.

It started running towards him and that was when Kevin decided it was a good time to run as well. He screamed like a lady as he ran well the bloodied clown chased after him covered in blood and chuckling.

Finally he found an exit and bolted right out. Pennywise finally stopped and smiled before turning to where his still alive cast members were high-fiving each other.

“We did it! That idiot won’t stop running until his feet catch on fire!” Sophia chuckled.

A couple days later when you were once again filming you couldn’t help but ask Bill where Kevin was well you were retouching his makeup after a scene.

“I don’t know.” Bill responded with a shrug.

“Actually, we pranked him so hard he ran right outta town!” Jaeden explained grinning.

“You..oh my gosh thanks so much you guys!” You pulled all the kids into a group hug before giving Bill a special hug which secretly made him blush under the makeup.

“Thank you guys so much!”

“Oh don’t think us, thank Bill” Wyatt replied.

You turned to Bill and smiled sweetly at him, “Thanks.”

“The way he was treating you I wanted to do worse but…he’s not coming back now.”

You got up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek before disappearing as the director announced the scene was about to begin.

Bills face was a bright red.

Ending Notes: Sooooo enjoy life. I’ll edit this later. Thank for reading by! I’m exhausted. :)!

Best Gift Ever

(A/N): This Christmas request was made yesterday so, here it is! Sorry it’s so bad!

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Request: If you’re willing to make exceptions for Nat requests, could I have one christmassy one where Natasha surprises fem!reader on Xmas morning, spoiling her with expensive gifts and shoes etc and reader surprises Nat with the news that she’s pregnant :)


Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


“So, Christmas is coming up…” You comment with a smile as you glance over at Natasha, who sets down her book before raising a playful eyebrow.

“Yeah, so?” She responds sarcastically which results in you rolling your eyes before settling into a pout. Natasha chuckles, scooting closer and wrapping an arm around you before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. “I’m kidding, my love.”

She watches as your eyebrows crunch, sending a small glare before jabbing her side. “You’re such a Scrooge. Aren’t you excited a little bit?”

Natasha chuckles again, pulling you closer. “Of course, I’m excited. I get to spend it with you.”

A blush begins to paint your cheeks and Natasha allows herself to stare adoringly as a smile spreads across your lips. “You always know what to say.”

Christmas wasn’t Natasha’s favorite time of the year but she does admit she was excited to buy gifts for you. You were the light at the end of her tunnel, the stars in her universe, her everything… you were the most important thing in her life. She felt as if she didn’t tell you enough so, as Christmas rolled around, she thought this was the perfect time to show you. 

She didn’t want to give herself away so, she had nearly all the Avengers go up and ask what you wanted for Christmas. It seemed silly but she wanted to get everything you wanted. So, after she got her list she dragged Steve and Bucky with her to go shopping. 

She’s pretty sure they went to every store in New York, buying whatever caught her eye or screamed you. She asked Steve and Bucky for advice and they happily gave their input which she was grateful. So, after a full day of shopping with Steve and Bucky struggling to hold the bags, they return back to the tower before hiding the gifts somewhere you would never find them.  

She bought you everything… from shoes, to nice clothes, the best perfumes, your favorite books, music and even candy. It was then, Natasha started to wrap everything. She placed everything in perfect boxes, neatly wrapping everything before placing a perfect bow on top. 

She was so excited to give you your gifts and it increased as she watched you happily decorating the tower with the team. But as Christmas drew nearer, she couldn’t help but notice you were acting a bit strange. Not in a bad way but, you seemed to have a spring in your step while also having a different type of glow surrounding you. 

It’s not that she didn’t enjoy this happier side of you but she wondered what was causing such joy. She tried asking Steve or Wanda about it but they only shrugged with a smile, saying they didn’t know. Even though she had a feeling they were keeping something from her, she simply pushed it aside. 


As Christmas morning finally came, Natasha wakes up first to the beautiful sight of you peacefully sleeping. You’re cuddled up in a pile of blankets as your hair is strewn messily in different directions, soft snore leaving your lips but she couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful person in the world. 

She brings her hand up, gently pushing a strand of hair away from your face and you begin to stir, face scrunching up. Natasha watches with a smile as you slowly wake, rubbing your eyes before a lopsided smile curves on your lips. “Morning.” You mumble, voice lower from sleep.

“Morning, sleepy head.” She greets back causing a chuckle to escape you as she presses a kiss to you lips. “Guess what day it is?”

Your mind is still foggy from sleep, eyebrows crunching together in thought but in a second, your eyes widen with joyful glint. “Oh… oh! It’s Christmas!” 

Natasha laughs at your sudden surprise and she pulls you in a sitting position and your face melts into shock at the sight of your shared bedroom filled with presents as colorful lights are hung around. “Merry Christmas, моя любовь.”

You don’t move, still in shock, as you turn back towards the presents and she excitedly pulls you towards the edge of the bed before hopping down and grabbing the perfectly wrapped boxes and handing them to you. Soon, you’re surrounded by tons of boxes and she stares at you with the biggest smile known to man and waiting eyes. You unwrap every gift and each time your surprised. She got you everything you wanted plus more and you don’t think you could thank her enough. 

“Nat… you didn’t have to get me all of this. I can’t even imagine how much all of this cost.” You say, tinge of guilt in your voice and Natasha shakes her head, scooting over before pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“I wanted to, you deserve the world.” She smiles out causing you to smile.

“Okay, it’s my turn. Although, I don’t think I can beat you.” You laugh out as you scramble off the bed and grab 2 gifts.

You hand them to Natasha and she quickly rips them open, revealing a new thigh holster, a new gun and a framed photo of the two of you. Natasha smiles adoringly as she stares at the framed photo. “Thank you, I love it.”

“I have one more gift…” You smile sheepishly as you pull a small bag from behind you and hand it to her. 

Natasha cocks an eyebrow as she pulls the colorful tissue paper out and grabbing a small stuffed animal spider. She chuckles at the animal before noticing something else at the bottom of the bag and she reaches down, fingers brushing up against something plastic. She grabs it, pulling it up and is met with a white stick.

It takes her a minute, eyes scrunching in confusion as she observes the two red lines on the stick before her eyes widen. She looks up at you, mouth falling open and you give a nervous smile. “Surprise.”

She quickly averts her eyes down then back up unable to find the right words. “You’re… you’re pregnant?”

Your smile widens as you nod your head. “We got a baby spider on the way.”

Natasha is speechless as she lets the news process but a smile breaks across her face as she runs a hand through her fiery hair. “Oh my gosh… you’re pregnant. We’re going to have a baby.” She breathes out as she stares at the stuffed spider and pregnancy test. 

Without notice, she tackles you onto the bed, pressing kisses all over your face causing a giggle to escape your lips as you wrap your hands around her neck. She continues to do so until she finally pulls back, resting her head against yours and green orbs staring directly into yours.

“Merry Christmas, Mama.” You smile out, letting those words roll of your tongue and Natasha releases a happy sigh as she presses a kiss to your lips.

“Best gift ever.”


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Imagine Kissing Soundwave On The Cheek And Being Thoroughly Embarrassed

Originally posted by phucnghinguyenhoang1

(A/N: Ohohoho yeeeeessss, you have no idea how happy I am to do this silent boyo! (-∀-) )

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You’re not sure why you did it, but you did. Perhaps you got caught up in the moment? Maybe it was just the way his faceplate shined and begged for you to lean in with your lips? Or by some off chance, you were possessed by the ghost of Cupid, and as he moved the control sticks in your brain, proudly stated, “Now kiss~!”. Whatever the reason was as to why you suddenly decided to give Soundwave a peck the cheek, you’re not sure, but what you were sure of was that your face was redder than Knockout’s paint job seconds after you had done it.

It wasn’t even that big of a moment really. Soundwave and you had just been chilling, the silent Con going about his duties as you idly told him about your day. There was a moment pause, just a nice little break of silence as you two enjoyed each others presence. Looking over, you saw him very focused, or at least at what you could only guess, on his work and next thing you know; smooch! That action of your soft lips on his sleek metal faceplate certainly got his attention, because his helm snapped to the side so quick you thought he might have broken his neck. It probably seemed uncharacteristic of a reaction from him, but it’s not like anyone had exactly ever planted a kiss on his cheek before either.

Soundwave could feel a whole spectrum of emotions and you’d never guess which one, but you could guess yours, and that was someone please take me out right now kind of embarrassment.  You hid your face in your hands, not daring to look up at the Con before you.

“Oh god, Soundwave! I-I’m so sorry! I hadn’t meant to, I just, oh my gosh…”, you sputtered out, mumbling the last bit.

Yeah, you two were a thing for quite some time now. Everyone knew it, from here to Cybertron, only for the fact that Megatron had killed you off yet. You weren’t exactly useful in anyway to the Decepticon cause, so many had wondered why you were still around, till they took the hint one day when the Autobot’s attempted to rescue you, and Soundwave of all people came to put an end to their heroism.

Yet, even with this long time spent together, and the confirmation others felt that you two were indeed a couple, neither of you had initiated anything as intimate as a kiss. It was just a simple peck on the cheek, but seeing how you two may possibly be the first interspeices couple, was it really that simple? Hell, for all you knew kissing someone on the cheek could be very offensive to Cybertronians, like you’re curing their creator or something.

All you knew you was that you were ready to just be swallowed up into the floor, vanishing into a dark void and cease to exist. With your heart racing a million miles an hour, and your mind even fast with horrifying what if’s,  you were sure to pass out at any moment. To be honest, you’d actually be totally fine with passing out right now. Anything, anything at all to get away and out of this situation.

That is, till you felt something slightly heavy atop your head.

Peeking out between trembling fingers, you looked up to see Soundwave slowly inching his helm away from you. Had he…had he just kissed you? Well, maybe without lips since he was void of that, but still!

You didn’t have much time to register it, because other than it being only a few seconds long, Soundwave’s visor lit up with a pixelated heart.

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Toast

Short (2000 word) fic taking place after SR2. 

BossGat, domestic, cute. No plot this time just Johnny and the Boss!

Boss wakes up to the smell of burnt toast. They do not remember if they dreamt. They lie back in bed and stare up at the ceiling, a blank white canvas marred only by a couple of bullet holes. Not enough to spoil the place. The bed they’re in could sleep three, but right now it’s just them, the man who should be lying behind them is too busy in the kitchen, burning toast.

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Blindside

Summary: When Lucy agreed to go on a blind date she hadn’t been expecting, well, this. A valentine dedicated to my followers.

Rating: T

AN: This wasn’t what I planned on giving you for a valentine but the other one started to turn a tad angsty and you all deserve some fluff from me for once. ;D Hope everyone had a wonderful day full of love (whether it be romantic, platonic, or even self). 

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Lucy evaluated her reflection in the store window thoughtfully. Not a single blonde hair was out of place, but she found herself lightly running her hands over the loosely curled strands just in case there was any frizz she missed. Her make up was impeccable (as it should be considering she spent over forty–five minutes agonizing over it), and the little black halter dress she had finally decided on (another hour long process) clung to her curvy body in all the right places.

She looked good. Damn good. 

She smiled at the thought, but immediately sobered back into a fit of nerves when she recalled exactly why she was dressed up in the first place. Down the street, sitting innocently on the corner, was a busy restaurant with a single man sitting at a table, waiting for her. A man who she was apparently suppose to find from a white scarf.

Lucy had half a mind to just turn around and go back to her apartment. This whole thing was completely ridiculous and she didn’t know why she had ever listened to those twins Gem and Mini when it came to her love life. Blind dates never turned out well for anyone. It was like the unwritten rule in the dating world. So exactly why she had spent hours on her appearance for a night that was ultimately doomed to be a complete disaster was completely beyond her, but she had a feeling that the twins insistence that the person they were setting her up with was ‘perfect for her’ probably had something to do with it. 

A sigh passed her glossed lips, fogging up the glass of the lovely shoe display. Maybe she should just go shopping – those pink stilettos in the corner there were incredibly cute. She could totally rock them. 

Of course, then Gem and Mini would never let her hear the end of it.

The thought of their echoed words of infinite frustration immediately had her stepping away from the (oh so tempting) display and towards the restaurant at the corner. One night of disaster would be better than a lifetime of nagging from those two. Being that they were both actors, they had the annoying habit of impersonating close friends, especially when said friend had done something silly or stupid. It was hilarious most of the time, their impersonations were always spot on which made it even funnier, but the joke wasn’t quite so amusing when it was her lack of dating prowess on front and center stage.

Checking her phone before she stepped through the restaurant doors, she reread the message Gem had sent her. 'He will be at Rainbow Sakura Restaurant at 6pm wearing a white scarf and sitting at a table for two. Have fuuuuuun!’ It was five after now (was fashionably late still fashionable?) so if this mystery man had any kind of manners he should be in there. Waiting for her. 

God, tonight was going to be awful. She just knew it. 

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spidey kiss // tom holland

As most of the times, inspiration struck while in the shower.

Warnings: fluff, fLuFf, fLUFF.

Summary: you’ve always wondered what it would feel like to get a spidey kiss from spiderman himself.

this is kinda short and unedited ((what’s new lol)) i’m sorry

It was a day like any other. You were chilling in your apartment, writing essays for uni and getting distracted while wondering about the general meaning of life. All in a day’s work, right?

You thought it kind of useless to keep working on your computer now that your mind was completely focused on anything but Shakespeare. So you started walking around your apartment like you were someone visiting it to later buy it, sometimes staring at walls or random paintings you had hanging on them, still thinking about complete and utter idiotic stuff.

That painting looks like nothing.

Would you look at that, I forgot to take out the trash.

Why the hell is there a sock in the fridge?

Your mind was quickly brought back to reality thanks to the doorbell ringing. Quickly making your way over and opening the door, you were now faced with the lovely face of your friend Tom.

Oh, right! Today was sleepover day. You resisted the urge of facepalming and welcomed him in.

«What’s up Y/N? You kinda seem out of it» of course that’d be the first question he asked.

«I stayed up all night to finish an essay, which is still on hold by the way, and now I can’t seem to focus on anything for more than thirty seconds» you quickly explained as you rummaged through your cabinets in search for some pop corn. «Where the fuck did i leave the pop corn?» you reasoned out loud.

«It’s right there on the table» almost exploding in a fit of laughter at you helplessness, Tom pointed at them. «Let me help»

As he took care of the snacks, you walked back to the couch turning the TV on. Thank God you had a movie ready to watch or you really wouldn’t be able to walk all the way to your library and go through the process of choosing one.

«I made you some coffee» Tom entered the living room with his arms full of snacks and a mug in his left hand, carefully placing it on the coffee table by the couch. «Why are you hanging upside down?»

You too seemed confused at that. «I really have no idea» that being said, you didn’t bother to move your legs from the back rest.

Tom shrugged it off with a quiet laugh and sat down on the floor, his shoulder barely touching your forehead.

«So, what are we watching?» he asked bringing a handful of pop corn to his mouth.

«Whatever we didn’t finish last week» you pressed play as another giggle rang through the air.

And as Owen Wilson and Vince Vaughn crashed at yet another wedding reception, trying to hook up with some women, you once again let your mind wonder.

You’ve always wanted to have a big wedding, with tons of flowers everywhere. Maybe it could be done outside, or at the beach! The beach would be wonderful, but what about all that sand? You didn’t like sand.

Perhaps and indoors ceremony would be better. You sighed thinking about how you wouldn’t be hearing birds chirp if you were to marry inside.

What was important was the dress, though. Bridesmades would be dressed in purpura, for sure. While you imagined yourself walking down the aisle with a poofy white dress and a long veil-

Or maybe a tiara.

Oh, or maybe both the veil and the tiara.

Yeah, but wouldn’t that be too much? I mean-

«Y/N are you sure you’re okay?» Tom’s voice asked, snapping you back to reality.

You turned your face to him, finding his chocolate brown eyes already on you.

«Yeah, I’m fine» you shrugged.

«You were blabbering about veils and tiaras» he truly seemed worried, but a hint of amusement was lacing his voice. «Maybe you should sit up»

«Nah, don’t worry» you whispered and wiggled your eyebrows. He shot you a slightly concearned glance. «Really, I’m fine»

«Why are you whispering?» he laughed and you couldn’t help but follow.

«I’m very sleep deprived if you couldn’t notice. I’m also hanging upside down for whatever reason and I think too much blood has gotten to my head» you quietly giggled as your laughs died down.

There was a moment of silence in which both of you stared at each other, the movie long forgotten. His eyes staring at you couldn’t help but make you feel some type of way. You weren’t sure of what it was, but you liked the warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

And in that moment your sleep deprived self couldn’t care less about keeping the secret that you hid for your whole life to everyone - or at least one of them.

«You know, I’ve always wondered what a spidey kiss given by the real Spiderman would feel like» the words slipped from your mouth and rang in the air.

Tom almost choked on his saliva.

«R-really?» he cleared his throat. You nodded. «It wouldn’t hurt to try» he shrugged almost -you dared to think- embarassed, as you inched closer.

«It really wouldn’t» you whispered on his lips before he gently pressed them against yours.

It felt like sparks ignited and butterflies filled your stomach - suddenly your tired body reacting, more awake than before.

When you pulled away your rational self almost couldn’t believe that after all this time you finally kissed him.

«Weird» you stated. Tom looked at you confused. «It was weird but the best yet»

«The best yet, huh?» a growing smirk was plastered on his lips and you felt yourself blushing - not that anyone could notice, with the ammount of blood that had flood to your face.

«What, uhm… what do you say we make it the first of a long series of kisses? Then you can decide which one’s the best» you smiled, finally sitting on the floor beside him.

«I’m down for it» he smiled back at you, that smile that had always made your heart skip a beat, before crashing his lips against yours once again.

Scheming with the Enemy (Part 4)

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Modern!Kylo x reader story

Kylo has an odd request from you for his mom’s upcoming Christmas party

Word count: 1.9k

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“Really, mom? Mistletoe?” Kylo argued. You watched his face turn red as he fumbled over his words looking for an excuse. “This archaic practice is an invasion of privacy, mother.”

Leia stood straight, hands clasped behind her back, looking as serious as a war general. Her expectant gaze flickered from you to Kylo, and you realized: this was a challenge.

The whole scene made your relationship look less and less convincing the more you tried to avoid the kiss, so you made an executive decision, reasoning with yourself that you had to do this for the sake of yours and Kylo’s plan.

You had to kiss him.

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