to help me relax a bit because my life is a mess

No, Wait, You Got it All Wrong

You know what there’s not enough of? Canon compliant future fic where Stiles is a cop and he runs into Derek again. What’s that you say? There’s a ton of that?? Yes, true, but NOT ENOUGH.

“…. so then he says, ‘No, Officer, I swear to God this is the first time I’ve ever smoked up! I’ve never been in trouble with the law in my life! And I say, Billy, my man, you’ve been in trouble with me personally twice this month.” Stiles snorts at the memory. “Kid was so fucking high.”

Amanda must be halfway past tipsy, because she laughs uproariously into her beer at the mediocre punchline.

Stiles smiles. He’s satisfied with her reaction, with the warm murmur of the bar, with the buzz he’s got going… with just about everything, actually. After tonight, he’s looking at two full days off before he’s back on the beat, and the night’s still young. He leans back in his chair and takes a pull of his beer, savoring it.

Amanda glances towards the bar, probably considering a fourth round, and then visibly perks up as something near the front catches her eye.

“Oooh, Stiles,” she croons. “Look over at the door, like, just glance over.” She’s adjusted her gaze down at the table now, faking casual disinterest. Badly.

Stiles raises his eyebrows at her.

“This dude just walked in, he’s so your type,” she hisses. “C’mon, look! I’m telling you, six feet two inches of ‘yes, please, give it to me’ muscles, with some salt-and-pepper scruff icing. Unff.”

“Eh,” Stiles says, tipping his weight forward to hunch over the table. It’s not that he isn’t interested, exactly, but this is a cop bar and he doesn’t want to shit where he eats. Metaphorically.

“No, really,” Amanda insists. “He's… oh my God, he’s looking over here. He’s looking at you. Oh my God, Stiles, he’s coming over here!”

“No, he isn’t,” Stiles scoffs. He’s filled out a bit from high school and he’s finally competent at styling his hair, but he’s not that hot. Only Amanda’s sitting straight like a rod, eyes fixed on a point behind him that’s about where a six foot two man’s eyes would be.

“Stiles?”

He turns then, shooting to his feet before his brain’s quite caught up, because that voice is familiar like the back of his own hand.

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anonymous asked:

“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” au sterek? <3

OK, I wrote you a quick little thing. :)

now also on ao3

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When Derek shows up at Stiles’ back door that morning with a basket full of about three dozen cookies, all carefully iced to look like Batman and Spider-Man, Stiles doesn’t say anything. He just gets up from the kitchen table and opens the screen door, and then he looks down at the basket for a long, long moment, and then he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes and groans.

He looks kind of… unkempt. He’s wearing the same sweatpants and lacrosse hoodie he’d had on two days ago when Derek saw him at his mailbox, and his hair is sticking up everywhere, and it’s obvious he hasn’t shaved in a while because there’s some actual stubble there. Derek didn’t think Stiles was even capable of facial hair. It only adds to his attractiveness, but still, Derek can’t help but be concerned.

Derek doesn’t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. “Are you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.”

“What? What do you mean?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something that’s probably trying to say “innocent and oblivious,” but… well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.

“The cookies,” Derek says slowly. “That you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while I’m out on my morning run.”

Stiles glares down at the cookies Derek’s holding like they’ve betrayed him.

“We don’t talk about it,” Derek says slowly, unsure, “but I thought you knew that I knew it was you. I mean, no one else in the neighborhood even talks to me.”

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Things I learned during my first weekend at college
  • Your parents will hover like crazy and try to help you unpack when you move in. They mean well, but if you’re overwhelmed don’t be afraid to kick them out for a bit. 
  • Don’t ask your RA what bars to hit up in town (like one girl from my floor actually did)
  • Check your e-mail five times a day, your professors might be sending out syllabi or other helpful/important stuff ahead of time. 
  • You will cry at least once while buying textbooks from the campus bookstore that you couldn’t find used on Chegg (sidenote: use Chegg) 
  • Your dining hall probably has pizza available for every meal. Don’t eat pizza for every meal. 
  • Even if you hated salads your entire life, you will learn to love them so that, you know, you don’t eat pizza for every meal. 
  • Check your dining hall hours online. Some of them close between meals. 
  • Leave your door open or do random Internet browsing in the floor lounge if you want to meet more people. 
  • At least one of your posters will constantly fall down no matter how many 3M command strips you use.
  • A lot of campus events are lame. A lot of them are not. Go to as many of them as you can anyways to meet more people.
  • If you need time to yourself, take it. You’ll make friends eventually without having to hang out with them constantly. 
  • Don’t expect to become BFFs with everyone you meet, and don’t expect to become best friends over your first weekend. 
  • If you’re standing if a long period of time, bend/relax your knees every so often. If you keep them locked, you might trigger a nerve in your body that causes you to pass out (this may or may not have happened to me on my second day, oops) 
  • Drink water.
  • Carry an umbrella if there is the slightest chance of rain. Carry one even if there isn’t, just in case. 
  • Carry a sweater or hoodie always. 
  • Pokemon Go is lit on college campuses; every single building is a gym or pokestop and there are lures everywhere. Plus, your eggs hatch in no time because you’re walking everywhere. 
  • It’s okay to eat alone in a dining hall; either no one will care or someone will sit at your table and strike up a conversation.
  • If you really, really don’t want to eat alone, literally just knock on someone’s door in your hall. If they don’t want to go with you, try someone else. Chances are, someone else might be hungry, too or at least willing to walk over with you. 
  • Come up with a roommate agreement. Decide when you’re cleaning, sharing policy, guest policy, light and noise preferences, etc. 
  • If there is a massive involvement fair on campus, research some clubs online so you know what to look for. Otherwise you’ll be overwhelmed in two seconds. 
  • Join a group chat with people on your floor or in the same area of study as you, it’s super helpful for general information.
  • Ask everyone you talk to to add you on Snapchat. 
  • Simple things like taking out the trash or doing laundry will suddenly feel very overwhelming. 
  • You learn a lot of stuff from being in college for only three days and not even taking any classes. 
Flutterflies

Summary: In which Draco becomes friends with the golden trio in first year and seven years later he’s hopelessly in love with Harry.

Word Count: 14.6k

Includes: smut yo

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Save Her

Originally posted by 0chlophobia


Pairing: Hannah Baker x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) cheering Hannah up when she needed a friend the most.

Word Count: 1.929

Posted: 07th of May 2017

A/N: Hey guys! I decided to write some Hannah imagines too. I never received any requests for her, so if you ever want to request, I am accepting them.
I hope that you enjoy this fic. Thank you so much for the love and the support that I am receiving from some of you, I appreciate everything! Honestly. Hope you keep on reading my fics and just request if you want some imagines. Thank you.

- G. x


“Hey Hannah, are you fine?” You worriedly asked her as you noticed that she was crying when she got out of Mr. Porter’s office. You carefully threw the pen on the desk and wrapped your arms around your friend’s body, trying to cheer her up.

It happened that you were in the department’s office as the secretary called you to sign some papers for the administration before going home.

“I’m fine, (Y/N).” She answered as she tried to dry her eyes, but too late because you already saw that she was going through something bad. “Don’t worry.” You broke the hug and you gathered the papers that you had to sign. You observed Hannah and she had dark eyes and a soulless body. It seemed like she was about to give up on her life.

“Nope,” You shook your head as you signed the papers as fast as you could. “we’re going to Monet’s and have a cup of hot chocolate.”

“I’m fine, really.” She flashed you a broken smile and you knew that she felt better, because finally someone stopped her and cared. You knew Hannah and she would never bother people to ask for help.

“No way!” You insisted and you thanked the secretary when you finished what you had to do. “You need to tell me some things and you pour your heart out, because you should let everything out.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully smiled at you and you gathered your backpack that has been thrown on the floor before signing the papers.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed her hand and you excitedly led her out of the office. She laughed at you because of your actions, she appreciated how excited you were because no one ever showed her their excitement whenever they would go out with Hannah. You knew that she needed someone beside her, someone who would give her some attention.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Your friend Zach greeted you as he met you in the middle of the hallway and you smiled at him. “Want to join us at Jessica’s house?” You looked at Alex, Justin and Montgomery, who were standing behind him.

“Sorry, I need to go somewhere with Hannah, maybe next time.” You answered as you chose to help Hannah, instead of hanging out with your close friends. You wanted to make some differences and to help someone who was really in need.

“Go with them, they need you more than I do.” Hannah let your hand go, whilst you shook your head. “Go on.” She uncomfortably looked at your friends and they somehow felt disgusting for what they have done in the past.

“I have priorities here, Hannah,” You smiled at her and declined your friends’ request. You gave a meaningful stare to your friends as some of them had issues with Hannah and they just nodded as they understood what you meant. “and, this time, you are that priority.” You looked at her and she flashed you a wide smile, a true and sincere one.

Hannah has been bullied by some of your friends and you have always despised them because of that. They ruined her reputation and you were trying to fix her once again, trying to help her to find the Hannah she lost few months ago.

“Have fun!” Alex happily said as he knew what you were trying to do. Alex was one of the reasons why Hannah got bullied by some students at school and you hated him for touching Bryce’s list to make Jessica jealous. You hated him, but you knew that he was already feeling sorry about it, so you remained friends.

“Thanks, Alex! See you around.” You smiled at them and you started to walk to the parking lot. You led Hannah to your car and you drove to Monet’s.

You hinted that Hannah was happy to be with you that moment. You noticed her singing softly to some songs that have been played in your car and she would even dance sometimes. Her mood was surely different from her mood in the office before.

“Two cups of hot chocolate.” Skye, a waiter and a student at Liberty High, declared as she carried a tray with two mugs on it. She put the blue mugs on the table and she wished you a good day.

“Thank you, Skye!” You sweetly thanked her and she smiled back at you, relaxing her shoulders a little bit. She started to go back to the counter and you glanced at Hannah.

“Why are you so nice to people, (Y/N)?” Hannah curiously questioned as she took a sip from her mug.

“Well,” You put the mug back on the table as you started to answer Hannah’s perplexities. “I never know what’s going on in other people’s life, Hannah. You should always be nice, because you don’t know what could happen to them or what’s going on with them.”

“Then why your friends never bothered themselves to be nice, not even for once.” Hannah asked as she was referring to your friends’ chaos. You remembered how Hannah spent her time with some of your friends before, but she just ended up crying. All she wanted was to have some friends.

“I don’t know, Hannah. I know them for many years now and they are goofballs and assholes,” You sadly shook your head as you said the truth. “but I really don’t know why they threw their hearts away and be that cruel to you, I don’t know why things happened one thing above the other. The only thing that I know is that I’ve always been here beside you and I will always be here to cheer you up, to stand up for you.”

“(Y/N), everything is just so hard.” Hannah bit her lower lip, trying not to cry. She thought of the events that happened to her, the days when she felt pity for herself. “I feel empty inside.”

“It is Hannah, I can imagine how hard it was. Unluckily, people mess things up and they barely use their brains to think.” You seriously said and you took the cup to sip from your mug. “I can’t undo the past, but you can always talk about it. I will always listen to you and I will never get tired.”

“I am afraid to bother people.” Hannah said. “People don’t trust me anymore, I would get those dirty looks and those meaningful judging looks from the people around me.” Her tears started to roll down her face.

“People suck.” You sincerely said and Hannah smiled at you. She let her tears stream down her face and she took a sip from her mug. “And you know that I will never judge you, I never did.”

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She gratefully said as she looked into your eyes. She found a friend when she needed one the most and you were so happy that you helped someone. Maybe this is one of the steps how to save a life.

“You don’t have to thank me, Hannah. You shouldn’t feel that you are bothering people when you need help, don’t be afraid to seek for some help.” You told her, hoping that she kept it as some good advices. “So, what are you keeping in your heart? What are your problems, maybe we can solve them, together?”

“Uhm…” Hannah bit her lip and she wiped her tears away, drying her red cheeks.

“Whenever you want, okay? Whenever you feel comfortable on telling me.” You caressed her hand in a friendly way. You wanted to make her feel safe and protected.

“No, it’s not that.” She shook her head. “It’s that I want to have a new start, I want to leave my problems in the past. I know that I can trust you and I will always do.” She positively said. Having you beside her motivated Hannah to begin her life once again, to start a new journey, to see things in a positive way.

“That’s the spirit, girl!” You cheered her and she laughed loudly, finally forgetting of the difficulties and the weight in her chest before. “You don’t work tonight, right?”

“Right!” She answered you with a wide smile, her eyes shining and emanating happiness. “What do you have in store?”

“I am thinking of a movie at Crestmont Theatre right now. I heard from Clay that there’s a cool movie about amazing things tonight.” You suggested excitedly.

“Sure, that’s a nice idea.” She nodded her head enthusiastically and you smiled at her. She seemed a little child, excited for Disneyland. “But before that, can we go to my house? I need to change.”

“Yes, of course.” You smiled at her as you both finished your hot chocolates. You both laughed when you had a simple stare. You both felt great and relieved, mostly Hannah. She found someone who really appreciated her presence and a friend.

Once Hannah opened her bedroom door for you, you already felt welcomed in her personal space. You started to wander around Hannah’s room when she entered her bathroom, preparing for your friendly date together.

Her room was clean and rose-scented. The walls were full of posters and pictures and her school desk was clean too, no messy stuffs around. Everything was on their place and the bed was perfectly made too.

“Hannah?” You called for her attention when she got out of the bathroom. You noticed somethings on her desk that amazed you and you were so curious to know what they were all about.

“Yes?” She stopped in front of the desk, putting her eyes on the things that you found on her desk.

“Why are these tapes here?” You grabbed one and you admired it while holding it in your hand. The tape had a cover with some cute drawings on it and there was a number three drawn with a blue nail polish on one side of the tape. “Is it a project?”

“Oh, no.” Hannah smiled widely. “I recorded them just for something.”

“Can I listen to them?” You shook the tape as you were so astonished that someone still used these stuffs. “How many are there?” You put the tape back on her desk carefully.

“No! It’s not that important.” Hannah protested and she took the blue and black shoe box on her desk. She looked at it for a while before she threw it in one of her desk drawers, together with the tape you were admiring before. “There were six tapes in that box with twelve sides, but I might break them because I don’t need them anymore.”

You looked at Hannah and she had a great big smile on her face. She felt good and wanted during that moment, because she finally found someone who could help her, someone who never judged her, someone who wasn’t afraid to stand up for her.

“I don’t need them anymore, now that I have my friend with me.” She winked at you and you both laughed, although you didn’t know to what she was really referring with those tapes.

“Always.” You gave her one true smile and she ran to you to give you a tight hug. You hugged her back and you felt nice that you helped her in a copacetic way.

“Thank you.” Hannah mumbled as she rested her chin on your shoulder, lingering the feeling of having a friend with her. You couldn’t understand for what exactly she was thanking you for but you assume that it was for helping her earlier. “You saved me today.”


Guys my age

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Warnings: Lots of smut, protected though, but smut. Wrap it before ye tap it.

A/N: My baby @imaginedaily asked me if I could write a little something for her and of course I said yes because she’s my baby and I love her and I’m guessing I’m a bit gay – okay, A LOT hehe <3 Inspired in Hey Violet’s “Guys my Age


Originally posted by mayawolf

You got out of the shower with a white towel wrapped around your body. Andy Black blasting in the background, as loud as your neighbors allowed. Dancing around at the rhythm of the music, you took out clothing from the drawers and started sliding it on your frame.

Your music faded away and in its place, your ringtone rang. You looked at it and ignored the caller. It had been about four weeks since you’d been ignoring your lame ex; he wanted to get back together with you because he missed you very much but you felt completely disgusted by the idea. Someone told you guys your age were idiots and even though he seemed normal at first, he proved to be everything you were told he would.

Zipping up your leather jacket and turning the keys, you hit downtown to see what could the night life offer a single lady such as yourself. You came across a nice-looking place with some live music and seats near the stage to enjoy the music while being seated and drinking. As you made your first order, you couldn’t help but to look at the guy a few tables away from you. He was kinda hot in a rough way.

After exchanging glances at one another, he made the first move of changing seats next to you. His name was Clint, or so he said. Much older than you but not enough to be an old guy.

“And what is a nice girl like you, doing in a place like this?” He asked before sipping from his drink.

“What can I say?” you shrugged, “my ex-man done me wrong and here I am spending my nights talking to hot but old strangers.” A flirty smile drew on your lips.

“Ouch,” Clint took his hand to his heart in an offended manner, “don’t hurt your old man like that, kid.”

After some enriching music, conversation and drinks, you found that that Clint used to work in a circus and that he was more or less skilled at shooting arrows. You were rather impressed with that and you asked him to please show you how to shoot one, and after paying for the drinks, he walked with you back to his place which was not far from the bar.

The night was a bit chilly, but not enough to make you shiver. His conversation was just as fun and as relaxed as he was inside the bar with all the noise and the people around you. At first you thought he was one of those guys who liked pick up young girls because he couldn’t afford to be with one his age, but he seemed more like the guy who actually didn’t care if he was with one or not. Like he didn’t care at all of anything around him, really.

His apartment was entirely neat, and even cleaner than yours. You wandered around his living room while he took out some beers from the fridge for you to drink. You saw some pictures with him and two children, and lots and lots of other people.

“If it’s not too personal, who are the kids in these pictures?” You pointed at one of the pictures.

“My sister’s kids.” He replied, getting closer and handing you your freezing can. “Good kids.”

“And I’m sure they love their uncle Clint, right?” You mocked. “That’s sweet.”

“What can I say?” He shrugged, rising his hands along with him, “all people tend to love me the minute they meet me so… we all win here, right?” He opened his can and took a long sip from it. You saw how his Adam’s apple bobbed and suddenly he became even hotter than how you pictured him. You decided to take a good sip too and let yourself enjoy his company.

Two beers later you were on the rooftop trying to shoot arrows, but it was useless, you were not only bad at it, you were terrible; not a single one hit the bull’s-eye, nonce. He, on the other hand, was incredibly good. He was so damn good that he didn’t need to look at his target. He looked at you and kept talking while shooting.

It was like watching that Brave scene when Merida rejects the sons of the lords, only 10 times cooler.

“You have to relax. You have to be the bow.” He tried to explain. “Try screaming, at the top of your lungs,” you did as he told you but you only ended up with a sore throat, “did that work?” you shook your head. “I didn’t think so,” he rolled his eyes, “ok, now try shaking?” you did, but you only felt even more ridiculous and he tried hard not to laugh at you.

“Oh god, I’m done with this.” You huffed and handed Clint his bow and the arrow he gave you to try.

“No, come on.” He said. “Take my hand–” Clint reached out his free hand and you reluctantly accepted it— “now close your eyes and try to breathe with me.” His voice was soft, and it took you a moment before you started imitating what he was doing. You felt your chest expanding with the air income and with your hands in his, you actually felt much more relaxed.

He slowly got closer and closer, until you had his breath brushing your lips. Your mouth hung a bit open when you felt the proximity of his. It was pure gut instinct that took over your senses, and in a split second you were crashing your lips on his and pulling from his jacket to make the distance disappear.

His strong hands held your waist tightly, and his thumbs circled the uncovered spots of your skin. The bow and quiver fell onto the concrete floor and the night suddenly became hotter. His mouth molded perfectly with yours and his tongue gently slid to intertwine with yours. Somehow, you were not very interested in shooting arrows anymore.

He carried you back to his apartment and closed the door by pushing you onto it. You got rid of your jacket and top and Clint followed in suit, revealing a scarred but ridiculously well-defined torso. You went for his lips again as he walked with you somewhere in his apartment, soon you realized it was his bedroom.

He gently placed you over the mattress and started placing soft kisses along your jawline and down your neck. He clearly knew what he was doing and you understood why people kept telling that messing around with boys your age was a waste of time. Older men definitely knew what to do, where to do it, when to do it and how to do it. His pace was soft, unlike your ex’s who wanted to get shit done ASAP; oh no, Clint took his time with you, making you enjoy the pleasures of being with a man with experience.

Your breath got caught in your windpipe when you felt a pair of calloused hands near the valley of your breasts, he slowly pulled down the fabric of your bra, giving you enough time to react and tell him to stop, but you said nothing, and your silence only indicated the permission he had. You helped Clint by freeing yourself from the straps and unclasping it from behind. Just a little help.

“I could that on my own, (Y/N).” He teased, keeping his lips glued to the skin of your chest. “I am not like the guys your age.”

“Since you’re a bit older—” you gasped— “I thought you might need a little help, right?”

“Well, I appreciate that.” He looked up at you and nodded.

He kissed and sucked on the hot skin of your breasts; Clint also spread your legs wider to lay comfortable in between them and use them as support once his lips carried on their way down to the hem of your jeans. He quickly unmade the button and pulled the fabric down your legs.

You supported yourself with your elbows on the mattress as he pulled away your wet underwear with his teeth. His hot breathing was a terrible teaser and it was amazing, because in your life someone had taken such care of you. His tongue did wonders and you were sure that you were tearing up his quilt with your tight grip. Hope he didn’t mind.

In a matter of seconds, you were blissfully screaming the Lord’s name and pushing Clint’s head closer to you. It took you a while you fathom how good he was just by eating you out. You stared at the ceiling, trying hard to catch your breath.

“Better than younger guys?” he savored his own lips, smirking wickedly at you.

“Oh, most certainly. Guys my age don’t know how to treat me right.”

“It’s only about to get better.” He unmade his jeans, revealing a glorious shaft under the tight underwear, and before throwing them away, he picked up a condom from his side table. At least he didn’t need to be told to fucking use one. You made a mental note on the various reasons why older guys were better than guys your age.

He positioned himself in between your legs, teasing your entrance with his length and slowly pushed in. He placed his hands on both sides of your head and lowered his upper body to distract you from the terrible stretching feeling by placing soft kisses on your lips. You were rather confused by his love demonstrations, was this a plain fuck or was he… being tender?

You arched your back from the mattress and held on to his broad shoulders as he pounded harder each second. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels on his butt. You loved to hear when he grunted trying to reach a deeper point in you; he was not loud, and compared to you he was a bit silent, but the little moans that spilled on his lips sounded like heaven.

If your previous orgasm was amazing, this one was indescribable. You couldn’t recall coming so loud and so joyfully. You surrendered on the mattress while he helped you ride out the orgasm while reaching his own. You had never been the one to come first, let alone a guy waiting for you. Well, he was not a random guy, he was a man.

After pulling out, he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead, and headed to the bathroom. You started picking up your clothes to get quickly dressed and leave, but before you could walk away from the bedroom, he appeared in his pajamas (that only included a pair of shorts) and leaned on the door frame.

“You’re not staying for breakfast?” He asked. “I mean, it’s a bit late for you to go out there.”

“I can call an Uber.” You shrugged.

“I’m a bit of a sucker for cuddling,” he admitted, shrugging and walking to the bed, “why don’t you accept my invitation for breakfast and stay the night?” He patted the bed with a huge grin on his face. “You can take a shirt from the drawer; the first one.”

You sighed and did as he told. He was a bit right, it was too late to call an Uber and breakfast sounded like a great idea. You searched for a shirt you liked and that you could keep. A purple one with a red, white and blue bull’s-eye in the middle. It was big enough to cover your butt and you loved the way it looked on you. You even got whistles and cheering from Clint as you did a bit of modeling. When you were about to close the drawer, you found some dark, leather-looking clothing.

“What’s this?” You asked, holding the sort of sleeveless vest.

“Oh, it’s my uniform.”

“Circus uniform?” You asked again, folding the garment and closing for good the drawer. You slid under the covers and cuddled next to Clint.

“No, more like avenging uniform. I’m Clint Barton, by the way.” He smiled, kissed the top of your head and then called it quits by turning off the lights.

Boyfriend/Girlfriend Feelings

Summary: Your feelings for Sam scare the life out of you. So you cling to Dean for guidance. One day when you drag them out to go swimming, Sam asks you about your feelings for his older brother, only to be surprised when he learns he’s had it all wrong.

A/N: I don’t know why, but in my mind the A/C in the bunker just…sucks.

Request: Alright here’s hoping I get in cause your writing is FANTASTIC. Sam x reader. They’ve been friends for years and they’re both crazy about one another but Sam thinks she’s into dean because of all the to me they spend togethet but he’s actually trying to help her get Sammy. Thanks:)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Shirtless Winchesters - I know I need a warning for that.

Word Count: 1.7k

Originally posted by shirtlesssammy


You doubled over with laughter at the sight of Dean trying to flip the bacon while shirtless. The grease was spitting everywhere, and the way that he jumped and yelped every time a drop hit him was almost worthy of recording.

Somehow, you and Dean were both awake and ready for the day before Sam. Normally he was the one up before both of you.

So here you and Dean were, goofing around in the kitchen while cooking breakfast. It was hot in the bunker, the middle of summer was always the worst. The air-conditioning system in the bunker needed a serious update. You were wearing only a pair of shorts and a tank top, while Dean was only wearing his pyjama pants.

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{PART 8} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook takes his time consoling you, offering you the chance to fall down the rabbit hole into his world. Meanwhile, the presence outside your apartment makes itself known; at long last.

{Part 1} // {Part 7} {Part 8} {Part 9}

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

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Jungkook: 50% Polyester

Genre: ShyKook; fluff; smut (literally just pwp)

Rated M (Warnings: penetration, handjob, blowjob, fluff-smut, AWKWARD AKWARD AWKWARD SKYKOOK sorry 😂)

Summary: Shy boy Jungkook is ready for his first time. Kind of. Sequel to 50% Cotton

Word Count: 5.75k

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

A/N: SECOND WARNING this is literally just fluff-smut. If that’s not your thing, I understand and now’s the time to leave ;) I won’t hold it against you~ otherwise, please enjoy!

✩✩✩♔✩✩✩

Jungkook presses his nose into the soft material of his jacket, a drug addict, inhaling like the best of them. The pleasant, vaguely floral smell is already fading and it’s only been four days. He’s going to need to start thinking of a new plan to leave another jacket with you, but that’s going to be hard after what happened last weekend.

He’d popped a boner after kissing you.

It was just a kiss and his stupid dick betrayed him. You probably think he’s a creep or a pervert or… well you did chase after him. You said you would wait. What does that mean? Sex? He blushes at the thought. Why would you ever want to have sex with him? He was ridiculously shy, had no experience, and would likely just jizz his pants if you so much as touched him.

He groans at the familiar stirring in his crotch. What the hell. Just the thought is turning him on. Your words echo in his mind clearly, as if you were in the room repeating them.

“I’ll wait for you.”

But how long would you be willing to wait? A week? A month? A… century? Why can’t he just be brave like his friends? Like Namjoon and Seokjin and… Hoseok.

Jungkook’s phone buzzes and he looks up from the textbook he is supposed to be reading for a final exam tomorrow. Obviously, he isn’t really studying at all. He’s thinking of you.

Hobi: Know you got a final tomorrow kiddo but you down to go to the mall at 5?

He sends a second message seconds later.

Hobi: SHE’LL be there ;)

Really, Jungkook could have texted you himself. He has your number, but he’s far too nervous to initiate anything. The two of you have hardly talked since he visited your dorm last weekend (and when you did talk it was only about the trivial, “weather” topics) but he hopes it’s simply because of exams… not because you finally realized how pathetic he is.

Me: See you at 5

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Imagine Chris and the Avengers cast talking about you on Jimmy Kimmel.

You settled in your hotel room bed and turned on the television just in time to catch your husband, Chris Evans, and fellow cast members; Chris Hemsworth, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Mark Ruffalo and Jeremy Renner live on Jimmy Kimmel. You were meant to be at the interview with them but your commitment with your new movie sent you to London instead, and so there you were watching them answer the questions you were suppose to as well about the movie you all had acted in six months ago.

The interview started and the cast took their seats. You smiled at how handsome Chris looked in the outfit you had told him to take with him; everyone else looked great too. Seeing them made you miss their company and you wished you had been able to join them on the couch.

“It is so great to have you guys here tonight,” Jimmy addressed them with a wide grin. “The movie isn’t even out yet and everyone’s already excited to see part two.” The audience cheered their agreements. “Thank you all for coming out. I know all of you are very busy which is why we’re missing a few cast members tonight.”

The cast nodded in acknowledgement of your absence as well as a few others.

“Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan, as well as your wife, Y/N,” Jimmy said to Chris and Chris nodded again, this time with a cute pout. “I heard she’s currently in London filming her next movie.”

“Yeah,” Chris chuckled. “She actually left for London like- a week after we wrapped up Infinity War. I headed home to relax and she went on to her next job, it definitely says a lot about our level of demand in the industry.” He joked and you chuckled softly. “No, I’m extremely proud of her. She’s up for an Oscar, did you guys know that?”

“How can we not? You talk about it all day every day,” Robert rolled his eyes as he pretended to be annoyed with Chris. “Even Y/N doesn’t talk about it as much as you do.” The room laughed. “No, seriously though- he talks about it all the time. Doesn’t he, guys?” He asked the cast for confirmation.

“All the time,” Scarlett and Jeremy nodded.

“Even Y/N tells him to shut up about it,” Mark chuckled.

“You’d think he was the one getting nominated,” Chris H added.

“He’s a proud husband,” Jimmy defended Chris.

“Yeah,” Chris laughed, “just leave me be.”

“He’s a lovesick puppy, that’s what he is.” Robert teased, glancing back at Chris. “Ever since the second he laid eyes on Y/N, he’s been head over heels for her.” The cast nodded and Chris blushed deeply, dropping his head. “You should have seen him the first time she walked on to the set, his eyes popped out of his skull and he became a huge blubbering mess.”

You giggled to yourself, remembering the day Robert was talking about. You’d been friends with Robert for quite a while now, having met on the set of ‘Sherlock Holmes’ in 2009. He was the one who took you around on your first day at the Marvel Studios and introduced you to everyone, including your husband. Chris was a huge mess the first time he met you, mainly because he was already a fan of your work and you were drop dead gorgeous in a black lace dress; he was a bit of a sucker when it came to lace.

“Yeah, okay,” Chris chuckled, “I’ll admit I was a bit of a mess when I met Y/N.”

“A bit?” Chris H scoffed then chuckled. “We were all embarrassed for you, dude. You’re lucky she’s ridiculously nice and ignored your rambling otherwise you wouldn’t be here with that ring on your finger. You lucked out with her, my man.”

“Oh trust me, I know.” Chris chuckled. “She reminds me everyday.”

He was joking- while you did remind him occasionally, mostly as a joke, sometimes when you were fighting- he didn’t need a reminder when it came to you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you even before the first date.

The two of you clicked pretty much immediately and every day on set became like a scene out of a romantic comedy. It got to a point where Joss had to keep you two apart because you and Chris couldn’t be in the same room without flirting and/or ending up in a fit of giggles.

Your relationship with him progressed with MCU film franchise. You met and started dating on the set of ‘The Avengers’, by 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier’, you’d moved in with him, he’d proposed during 'The Avengers: Age of Ultron’, and by the time 'Captain America: Civil War’ came around you’d been happily married for almost a year. The end of 'Infinity War: Part 1’ called for your first pregnancy- which the two of you were planning on keeping a secret until the three month mark. And by the end of 'Infinity War: Part 2’, your little miracle would have been born and introduced to the world.

“I know we’re here to talk about the movie but can we just discuss your personal life for a moment?” Jimmy asked Chris. “You and Y/N have been married for a while now, do you think we’re going to see little Captain Americas and little Agent 25s running around anytime soon?”

You pressed your lips together when you saw Chris’ reaction. He looked like he was definitely dying to tell someone but the two of you made a promise and neither of your families knew yet so he kept his mouth shut and let Jeremy made the first comment.

“He’s enough of a child for the both of them,” Jeremy joked. “You should see them out and about, they paint the town red till the break of dawn. It’s no wonder they work together 'cause I don’t think anyone else can keep up with them.”

You laughed, suddenly glad you weren’t there to be teased.

“You two like to party?” Jimmy asked, chuckling.

“Why do you think they don’t have kids yet?” Mark chuckled.

“So they’re the ones you guys call to have fun, Chris and Y/N?”

“Definitely.” Robert nodded. “Those two are absolutely hectic.”

“Mm hm,” the entire cast nodded with all their thumbs pointed at Chris.

“Nooooo, we’re not going to do that!” Chris held his hands up in surrender. “We’re on TV, guys! Our parents are watching this. C'mon, if Y/N sees this she’s going to lose her mind. We promised her no embarrassing stories, so c'mon!”

“If she doesn’t want any embarrassing stories about her then she should settle down,” Robert said. “Hear that, kid?” He addressed you through the camera. “Become a mom and everything embarrassing you’ve ever done is wiped clean off the slate.”

You chuckled and picked up your phone, texting Chris the following words.

Just break the news, babe. We’ll call our families after the interview. I know we said we’d wait but it’s happening so we might as well tell people. I know you’ve been dying to tell them anyway so go ahead, you’ve got my full support. ❤️️

After sending the text, you turned your attention back onto the TV screen. Chris flinched and you knew it was from the buzzing in his pocket. He subtly pulled his attention away from Jimmy and the rest and took his phone out of his pocket to read the text. You saw his smile and you couldn’t help but smile back. He looked up at the screen and winked, knowing you were watching.

“Hey guys, um-” Chris cleared his throat and drew the attention onto himself. “I’ve got something to announce. Y/N and I have been keeping this a secret for a while now and um- she actually just decided it was time we break the news. She just texted me telling me to announce it right here on Jimmy Kimmel.”

“No my God,” Scarlett gasped and turned to Chris a knowing smile. “Is she-”

The rest of the cast turned to Chris with widened eyes and excited smiles, waiting for confirmation.

“Yup,” Chris nodded, smiling. “We’re expecting our first child.” He said and the whole room gasped.

“Wow!” Jimmy clapped. “That is- congratulations, you guys. Y/N,” he looked into the camera. “We wish you could be here with us. Congratulations, you two are going to make wonderful parents.” He said and you smiled.

“No way!” Robert’s jaw dropped, his excited grin visible as he turned from Chris to the camera. “I knew it,” he pointed to the camera and you chuckled. “I’m so proud of you, kid. I can’t wait to meet your little one.”

“Congratulations, man!” Jeremy slapped Chris on the back excitedly.

“Yeah, welcome to the dad clan. You’re one of us now,” Chris H shook his hand, grinning.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Mark told him, smiling. “You’re both going to make amazing parents.”

“Thanks guys,” Chris grinned. “I’m very excited as well.” He turned his attention back onto the camera, speaking directly to you. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person to experience parenthood with and- I’m ready as long as I’ve got you by my side, sweetheart. I love you and I can’t wait to see you.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes water as you picked up your phone and texted him your response.

I love you and I can’t wait to see you too.

The Girl Next Door [Tom Holland Smut]

Request: “ #695 for tom holland 😛 [[know you’re busy but i feel u, take your time]] “ [anonnymous] 

Words: 1.7+k

Rating: Explicit

Trigger warings: Smut, cheesy romcom story lmao

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower and relax in bed after a rough day.

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but I made it into a full imagine to fulfill the thirst of my sweet sinful followers that have been requesting Tom Holland. Y’all give me life. I hope you like this. Also I wanted it to be short but whoops. 


As soon as you walked into your apartment you slipped out of your shoes and started peeling off your clothes. You knew your room mate wouldn’t be home at that time and you couldn’t care less if your creepy neighbor was staring at you through the window. Not today. You were too tired to think about it. Too sweaty to stay on this hideous polo shirt that was the bookstore uniform. All you needed right now was a nice shower and lay in your bed reading one of those erotica books your sister gave you because not even your brain were working right to read anything with depth. You needed to relax.  

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“I’m never going to leave you.”

My first attempt at ACOTAR fanfic - I decided to start with Nessian.

ACOWAR spoilers!

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She didn’t feel like celebrating.  Yes, the war was over.  Yes, they all survived.  But she didn’t feel like she had won anything.  She watched as thousands died.  She watched her father die.  She watched Elain, her delicate sister, slaughter the King of Hybern.  And they were both still irrevocably changed in body and soul, both with powers neither one of them knew how to handle or begin to understand.

Nesta didn’t know what was next for her.  She couldn’t go back home, not since she was no longer human.  She especially wouldn’t leave without her sister and it was clear Elain was in no condition to go back to the human realm.  Nesta didn’t know how to help her, either.  She didn’t know how to help herself.  She hadn’t felt this untethered since the incident with Tomas Mandry.  That had taken it’s tole on her life, and changed her in ways she never expected.  Just letting his name cross her mind enhanced her current state of being unsettled.  Rising from the chair in her room she rubbed her hands up and down her arms to try to warm herself and get rid of the unpleasant thoughts.

The house was quiet today.  Everyone else has been happy, resettling into their lives and finding joy in each other and in the new world they were creating.  Nesta was stuck.  She had nothing to accomplish, nothing to attain, nothing to contribute.  She had barely left her room since returning from the war a month ago, only leaving to grab something to eat when hunger drove her out.  She didn’t even visit Elain anymore, frustrated and desolate because she wasn’t able to help her in any way.  She rarely ran into anyone during her trips to the kitchen, and when she did she always felt like a black cloud raining on their happiness.  They stopped talking and laughing when she appeared, and even Feyre no longer attempted to include her in their gatherings.  She was the ghost in the attic, residing in the house but always kept at arms length when seen.

She didn’t blame them.  She didn’t know how to help herself, so how would they have any idea what to do for her?  She never did ask Feyre how she handled being turned into High Fae, or having powers she never experienced before.  While Nesta was still human she didn’t care about all that; she was only focused on protecting Elain.  Feyre had obviously managed the transition and was thriving when she visited them before the war.  And it wasn’t like she was forced against her will to be changed - she was dying, and it was done to save her, so of course Feyre would have come out of her transition grateful for the second chance at life.  That was nothing like Nesta’s transition.

Making her way to the kitchen, Nesta couldn’t shake all the dark memories from her recent and far past.  She almost couldn’t distinguish the difference between the two anymore, all blending together seamlessly as if she had never known a happy or comfortable period in her life.  She thought what Tomas had done would be the most damaging experience she’d ever face and working through that to get back a semblance of a life with Elain almost destroyed her.  Everyone thought her strong, but only she knew the truth; the walls she kept around herself felt brittle now, like they would shatter if she ever lost her vigilance at keeping them strong, and she didn’t know how much longer she would have the strength to hold them up.  Going through these changes and feeling this darkness writhing inside herself - she knew it was only a matter of time before it overwhelmed and consumed her, destroying her completely.

“Nesta?”

Startled, she whirled around in the kitchen and saw Cassian standing in the doorway.  How long had she been standing there lost in her thoughts?  Rubbing her arms, she refused to look him in the eyes.

“Are you cold?”  The concern in his voice almost broke her.  She can’t let that happen, not now, not today.

“No, I just came to find something to eat,” she snapped at him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

Stepping into the kitchen he moved towards the cupboards.  “Everyone has gone out in the city so there isn’t a dinner prepared here tonight.  But I can make us something edible, I’m sure.”

“You cook?”  Nesta blurted out, the question springing out of her, surprised that a male warrior would stoop to anything so domestic as cooking in a kitchen.  

Chuckling, he glanced over his shoulder at her and winked.  “I’ve been known to surprise my friends with my skills.”

Feeling awkward, Nesta stood in the middle of the kitchen while Cassian arranged pots and pans on the stove and piled ingredients on the counter.  Removing a couple of knives from a  drawer he said without looking her way, “Why don’t you help me chop these vegetables?”

He continued to gather ingredients, occasionally throwing something into a pot or pan.  After a couple of minutes when she didn’t move to help him, he mumbled, “Or not,” and started chopping.  Irritated with him, she marched over to the counter and grabbed one of the knives and a pepper.  She started slicing it along it’s length and soon had a mess of pepper bits, seeds and pulp all over the counter.

“Happy now?”  She snarled at him, throwing the knife in the sink.

“Yes, thank you.”  He had a strained look on his face and his lips were twitching, but he didn’t say anything more, just scooped up her chopped vegetable and tossed it into the pot.  He continued adding ingredients and stirring the food, humming to himself as he worked.  She watched him, fascinated at a male cooking, let alone the General Commander of the Night Court.  He had left his hair down today and when it brushed against his chin he would tuck it back behind his ear.  He seemed to be comfortable in the kitchen, graceful even, and she marveled that for all his battle knowledge and warrior training he didn’t look out of place cooking them dinner.

Glancing her way he asked, “Will you get the plates and silverware ready?”

Glaring at him, afraid he had caught her staring, she stated, “I plan on eating in my room.”

“Well, you still need a plate, don’t you?” he smirked.

Aggravated with his logic, she stomped her way to the cupboard that held the plates and grabbing one stepped next to Cassian for him to dish out her portion.  His shoulder brushed against hers while he scooped the food onto her plate and she stiffened.  He stopped moving and gently turned towards her.  She didn’t move, she didn’t look at him.  He waited a full minute, two, then three.  He just stood there, relaxed but still as a statue, and finally she raised her head and looked at him.  Her gray-blue eyes were made of steel, never revealing her emotions, but when she locked eyes with Cassian’s gaze she knew he stripped her barriers and saw the depth of her fear and emotions running through her today.  He held her gaze with his beautiful hazel eyes, and she remembered looking into them a month ago and believing they would never get the chance to look at each other again.  She thought they would both die that day, and his promises to her on that battlefield made her stronger.  But after, he hadn’t so much as looked her way, not once, and she came to realize it was just the heat of the battle and the knowledge of death standing next to him that created that moment between them, that moment that turned out to be a lie.

Hardening her gaze, she yanked her plate out of his hand and moved towards the hallway that lead to her room.  When she reached the doorway she heard him speak quietly, “It wasn’t a lie.”

Whirling around and spilling half her food in the process, she stood in the doorway, stunned speechless and with eyes big as saucers.  

“In case that’s what you’ve been thinking all this time, about me, about what I promised you on that battlefield.”  He held her gaze and took a deep breath.  “When you decided to bait Hybern, to use yourself and your power as a diversion, I knew it was a death mission.  I knew it meant you weren’t coming back.  I also knew I wasn’t going to let you go alone, and I was going to do whatever it took to keep you alive.  Anything it took to keep you alive.  No matter the cost.”

“And then Hybern showed up with your father in his clutches.”  A tear escaped down Nesta’s cheek, and Cassian’s voice broke.  “I understood why you couldn’t strike at Hybern.  I tried to protect you and kill him, and I failed at both.”  Cassian hung his head, his hair falling and hiding part of his face.  His shoulders shuddered with a silent sob, and after a moment he gathered himself and looked up at Nesta with tears shining in his eyes.

He was whispering now, barely able to get the words out.  “I wanted that time with you, that time I wished we had before the war.  That time I promised you we would have in the next world.”  Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat and continued in a stronger voice.  “I thought maybe you needed time, after everything you had been through.  I was torn between wanting to stay by your side and worried that I would be smothering you at at time when you needed space.”  He ran his hand through his hair and continued.  “I’ve also struggled with changes in dynamics with my friends and me, and I’m sorry for that.  I’m sorry those changes have kept me away from you like this.  I haven’t handled this in the best way, but I think I’m learning what the best way should be and I’m going to do that from now on.”

Slowly, he moved towards Nesta until he was standing directly in front of her, close enough for her to reach out and touch him but far enough that he wasn’t crowding her, that she could still walk away without effort.  “Nesta, this is our next world.  I promised you I would find you and we would have our time.  That’s what I’m doing right now.  I want that time with you.  I’m keeping that promise.  I’m finding you, Nesta.  You’re right here in front of me, but I know that a part of you isn’t.  A part of you is struggling, is still fighting those shadows, that darkness.  I’m not going to let you fight alone any longer.  I’m never going to leave you.  Never.”

Cassian stood in front of Nesta, back straight and wings slightly flared, tall and proud and waiting, watching her with a confident and unwavering stare.  She looked at his wings, how the sun through the kitchen window changed their color from a dark and shadowy hue to a translucent rainbow of colors, beautiful to gaze upon.  She ran her eyes over his shoulders, seeing his strength and power, the shape of his muscles visible beneath his shirt.  She imagined the syphons on his hands and arms, across his chest and shoulders, and the power whirling beneath his skin.  She realized in that moment that they did have something in common - they both had power, and he had learned how to harness and use that power in the past.  Maybe she was wrong in thinking no one could help her.  Maybe the others had gone through similar struggles while growing up, and wasn’t that exactly what she was doing now, growing up with power?  

Nesta thought about all that he revealed to her just now, and how it had already started to change her feelings of rejection and abandonment.  With a start she realized that her dark thoughts and fears hadn’t bothered her from the moment Cassian entered the kitchen.  She hadn’t been overwhelmed, ready to crumble, since he arrived.  Perhaps he was right; maybe staying away from everyone and dealing with this on her own wasn’t the way to conquer the darkness.  

Looking up at Cassian’s face, she knew trying on her own wasn’t an option anymore.  He wouldn’t allow it.  The resolve and conviction in his hazel eyes took her breath away.  

Swallowing, Nesta whispered, “I don’t know how to do this.”

Smiling softly, Cassian reached up and gently cupped her cheek with his hand.  “Let’s learn together.”

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 Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words: 758

-Jared and the reader do a breakup scene that just feels too real for Jared-

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know.



          Jared had been kind of worried ever since he had seen the script. You had been teasing him, but he legitimately seemed like this scene was going to be a problem for him. The two of you had never had that big of an issue when doing a scene together for Supernatural.

           “Jare?” you made him look at you as the two of you sat together before the scene was going to be shot.

           He looked up, “Hmm?”

           “You’re thinking too hard.”

           He shrugged, “This scene is just going to suck.”

           You laughed slightly, “Babe, you do fights with all kinds of monsters and this is the scene that stresses you out?”

           He nodded, “Yeah. It is.”

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Jack and Mark’s Demons

Alright, Dark and Anti theory time!

(Just giving you a heads up, it’s a bit long so thank you in advance if you take your time to read this!)

So, we all know about Antisepticeye and Darkiplier, right? (well, obviously ahah). Ok I’ve been thinking. What if @therealjacksepticeye and @markiplier sold their souls to demons for the fame and subs?

So it’d be like “hey so I sell you my soul and in exchange you make me YouTube famous and give me a lot of subs, how bout dah” and the demons would be like “yeah man, I gotcha, but in exchange you’ll let me take over your body once in a while, and no one would even notice because I would act the same way as you, it’s just that I can have a little freedom every now and then” and Jack and Mark would agree on those terms.

So, that’s what happened. They made the contract, gained their subs and fame and in exchange they would let the demons take their body occasionally as we can see on some of Jack’s videos such as Split personalities| reading your comments #47, and I think it’s safe to say kill or be killed| undertale #9  (and other undertale videos) when Jack did Flowey’s voice, or Mark’s videos such as Don’t Blink and don’t move, amongst others. 

Obviously, the demons did an amazing job at pretending to be Mark and Jack as we all caught on that something wasn’t right. In fear of being exposed, they shut out their demons and carried on with their normal lives. After all they already had a good fan base so even if the demons abandoned them, they could carry on gaining subs just by themselves, without supernatural help. 

This, obviously wasn’t well thought by Jack and Mark. If there’s one thing I know from basic knowledge and research and the Supernatural series (pfft) is that, if you mess with the supernatural, you’re fucked. These two shut out the demons they made a contract with. Obviously that pissed them off. After all the things they did for Jack and Mark, after all the subs and fame, this is how they treat them? That’s not fair! So, they started working on ways to get back at them for betraying them. They both worked towards a simple goal. Hurt their humans in the worst way possible for them.

For Jack, losing his voice, the thing that makes him stand out the most from other youtubers, would be the worst thing that could happen to him. Not being able to talk would be torture (and we all know Jack loves to ramble, he can pull a 20 minutes’ video out of his ass just by talking about pineapple pizza!), and he would lose his subs and fame and everything he worked on. So what did Anti do? He sliced Jack’s throat. He took Jack’s voice away so he could take over his body again. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why Anti’s voice is so glitchy now. In the past, you could understand him just fine (in the split personalities video and the undertale videos), but now you can’t understand him that well and that’s because he ruined jack’s most valuable thing about himself, even if it was temporary, or a symbolic thing. But the wound is open now and Anti can take over Jack’s body more easily again. Another proof? Jack got sick after is Pax panel 2017. What happened in his panel? Anti made an appearance. What was the most affected thing when jack got sick after that? His voice.

For Mark, hurting the ones he loves the most would be the worst thing ever. We all know how Mark is so caring about his fans, you can see that every time he cries for us, those tears are real. And Dark knows it. He knows we’re his weakness. At first, he tried to hurt Mark, as we can see on the video Relax. But I have the feeling Mark is one of those people who would rather be the one to get hurt to protect the other person. So Dark decided it would be useless to hurt Mark. Specially since he already hurts and tortures himself every time he does something like the ice bath challenge ahahah, I can just picture Dark facepalming while watching Mark doing these kinds of videos. anyway, Dark decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike back. The perfect opportunity to finally be able to hurt the ones Mark loves. And when did that happen? On valentine’s day. The day you spend with someone you really care about. It was the perfect timing to attack. And that’s what Dark did. Not only would he get to hurt and mentally torture us but he would get to do the same things to Mark. Dark threatened usI can specially take you to the places where you don’t want to go”/ “THERE’S NOTHING YOU OR HE CAN DO TO STOP ME!”/ you’re never, ever going to escape me, and mentally tortured us by

1)      Putting us on a loop every time we chose the “Exit” option, which would drive us crazy since we were the only ones aware of the fact that this was a never-ending loop of either watching Mark dig the floor with a damn spoon  -____- or us being attacked by the crazy cook every time we wanted to escape;

2)      Making us choose which Mark to kill and the fear of killing the wrong one (I don’t know about you guys but when it came to the time of choosing which Mark to kill, it gave me anxiety xD)

And as for Mark, not only was he tortured as well, by watching us go through all that, he was also killed and more than once! Killed and brought back to life multiple times can’t be good for you.

The reason Anti and Dark had different approaches to Jack and Mark was because they’re different types of demons. Different types of demons for different types of people. 

This was Antisepticeye and Darkiplier’s way of showing Jack and Mark they can’t back down on a deal made with demons.

Now that we know about their existence, ţ̶̜̫̝̽h̴̟̱̳̬͒̌̈͛͑̅͘ȩ̷͕̘͕̦̋͋̐̉͛r̵͉̭͂e̶͕̮̘̍͐́͒͑̆̊'̸̼͎̋̽̊̀̾̉̅ͅŝ̵̛̹͕̻̳̰̂ ̷͔͇̱̜̣̉ͅͅn̷̛̹̺̆̇́ȯ̷͖́̋̚͠ ̶̢̡̰̤̘̮̋̽̓̉p̶̛͕͉̯͙̈́̌ö̸̤̺́͑͊̈́̓̕͜i̴̗͚̦̥̳͍̋̓̽͊͊̓͠n̶̡̢̢͈̹̹̿̅̑͝ṱ̵̛͕̳͎̾̌͘ ̸̢͉̳̫̣̜͇̐͗̏̆́̌͠i̴̢̩̙̣̫̽͊̕n̷̙̞̄̏̀͑͘̕ ̷̡̗͖͔͍̿̆̉͗̾̈́h̵̳̹̻̜͇̿i̴̲͙͒̓̈́͑̒͂d̸̜̰͎̟͆̄͑͌͘͜i̴̡̖͙͔̞̲̋n̶̡͍̮̘̮͛́͠ͅg̷͚͈̓̇̆̊̎̚ ̸̥̥̼̒̾̉͆͂̍å̴͚͓͘n̶͓̆ͅỷ̶͔̱̄̉̃m̶̘͐̒̅̂͑͝o̴̡̻̖̹̬͌ŗ̶͍̜̭́̒̿́̄̚ȅ̷̠̥̜̬͚̺̘̓͆̆̄̈.̸̛̙̩̝̫̺̈́̌͆͑̎͆͜.

(jokes aside, we all know Jack and Mark gained their subs and fame for their talent and kindness because they’re genuinely amazing people)


edit: it looks like part of my theory looks like this specific theory that is absolutely amazing as well, but I don’t want it to look like I’ve stole it from the person who wrote it so I’m crediting them. if you haven’t read it, I suggest you do because it’s really good! @fandombandomrandom42 I just want to apologise again for making you think I stole this idea from your theory without crediting you :/

anonymous asked:

A prompt, if I may? :) To celebrate Catco's 20th anniversary, Supergirl agrees to a televised interview with Cat Grant. It's a smash in the ratings, of course, and some viewers notice the chemistry and sexual tension...which leads to some angst and feelings being revealed. :)

“Like forty percent of these comments are about you staring at Cat with heart eyes,” Winn said, scrolling through Youtube comments in the middle of the DEO. “I mean, they aren’t wrong.”

“Winn!” Kara hissed, leaning over him and closing out of the page before J’onn caught him goofing off at work again. He’d already been given several stern talking to’s about it. A pout formed on her face and she crossed her arms over her crest. “I do not stare at Cat.”

“Everyone stares at Cat.” Maggie piped in, leaning back in the chair beside Winn at the console. “You are not an exception.”

“You’re not even supposed to be here,” Kara said, pointing at her threateningly. “You’re supposed to be at work.”

“I can’t believe we’re even wasting time talking about the ‘heart eyes’ comments,” Maggie said, pretending to ignore Kara completely. “Cat spent half the interview trying to act like she wasn’t ready to climb Kara like a tree.”

“I can’t hear you,” Kara muttered, walking away from the two newest annoyances in her life. Not that she could really get away from it; it seemed everyone had something to say about the interview she’d volunteered to give Cat after she’d helped save everyone from the Daxamite invasion. It seemed about the only way she could really thank her for coming back just in time. And it had actually went really well. People had loved it, she hadn’t given away too many secrets about herself or her work at the DEO, and she hadn’t completely embarrassed herself. Or, that’s what she’d thought before people start dissecting every single detail of her interaction with Cat.

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RFA+V+Saeran Proposes to MC

A/N: This wasn’t requested but the ideas have been in my mind for a while so hey why not

Yoosung:

  • The lil bean was a nervous wreck omg
  • He’s going to ask you to be married to him for the rest of your lives that’s a lot of pressure
  • “Zen, I need help I’ve never proposed before”
  • Of course you haven’t, idiot”
  • He’s trying so hard to come up with a really cute way to propose
  • But all the ideas he comes up with aren’t good enough
  • He asks literally everyone in the RFA and almost spills to you in the process oops
  • Jaehee knocks some sense into him saying that no matter how he does it, you would say yes
  • Yoosung gains a lot more confidence after that and immediately knows what to do
  • He decides to go for the traditional proposal at dinner instead of going all out
  • You go out to a really nice restaurant for dinner and you can tell something’s off with him
  • HE ENDS UP CHICKENING OUT AT THE RESTAURANT LOL
  • When you’re both chilling in his house, you ask him what’s wrong
  • Immediately starts stuttering like crazy
  • Eventually, he takes a deep breath and just goes for it
  • “MC… Ever since you came into my life, you’ve been nothing but kind and understanding towards me even if we were strangers. I found myself falling for you fast and I knew I wanted to protect you and make you happy. I still feel that way. These past couple years have been nothing short of wonderful and I hope you think so, too. And I hope that we could have a lot more years like them in the future. So…”
  • At this point you’re both tearing up but he gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring with a shaky hand
  • “Will you marry me, MC?

Zen:

  • You know how he is
  • Obviously he’s going to want to make the most romantic proposal in the entire world
  • He’s got this super extravagant plan in his mind and it’s going to be perfect
  • Until it isn’t lol
  • He took you out to a romantic picnic at your favorite park
  • We’re talking candles-everywhere-as-the-sun-sets-while-feeding-each-other-chocolate-covered-strawberries kind of romantic
  • He cooked the food himself
  • Since you love to hear him sing, he serenades your favorite song to you
  • Everything is going just fine until the nerves start kicking in
  • The plan was to propose after the song but you’re giving him this really sweet and loving look and he loses all composure
  • He starts blushing and his breathing is uneven and his palms are sweaty
  • knees weak arms are heavy
  • You realize he’s struggling to say something you encourage him while waiting patiently
  • He takes your hands in his to calm himself down a little
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I absolutely love everything about you. Like the way your nose crinkles when you laugh or how you nag me to take a break if I work too hard and how you sing to yourself whenever you cook or how you snore a little bit when you sleep haha… I love how supportive you are. No matter how tough the situation is, you’ve always defended me and stayed by my side. But most importantly, I would love it if you would continue to stay by my side.”
  • You watch as he gets down on one knee, a shy smile on his face as he pulls out the ring
  • “How about it, MC? Will you marry me and stay by my side for the rest of our lives?”

Jaehee:

  • Cool and calculated on the outside, a Hot Mess™ on the inside
  • She does a really good job at keeping the proposal a secret from you but as they day looms closer, she becomes a nervous wreck
  • She starts messing up customer’s orders, drops a plate or two, ya know
  • You’re worried about her but when you ask about it, she quickly brushes it off
  • This isn’t normally like her so you know it’s something bad
  • At the end of the work day, you suggest that she relax a little bit before you two start closing
  • She agrees but goes to the back of the kitchen to get some food for you two
  • When she brings out a slice of cake for you to share, you ask her what’s wrong
  • She fidgets with her sleeve as her eyes fixate on the cake that you’re in the middle of eating, avoiding to look you in the eyes
  • “There’s nothing wrong, I promise. It’s just… I really love you, MC. More than you know. You’ve helped realize that I need to follow my own dreams and take more risks instead of taking it safe.” She looks around the shop. “I mean, you helped me open up my own coffee shop! But one thing you helped me most on is love. Because of you, I took a chance and fell in love. With you. You not only helped me achieve my dream of owning my own cafe but also my dream of finding someone who could love me.”
  • You watch as she looks back down at the cake you’ve forgotten about
  • As you look down, you can see a shining diamond hidden in the pastry
  • “Can you help me achieve one more dream and marry me?”

Jumin:

  • pretend the good ending of his route doesn’t exist lol
  • This man wanted the best and only the best for you
  • But he knew you preferred the simpler things in life
  • so he decided to cancel the raining rose petals and doves lol
  • Instead, he decided to take you out to your favorite restaurant for dinner
  • But obviously he made sure you had the entire restaurant to yourselves
  • He’s a little nervous but not so much because come on
  • He wouldn’t propose unless he knew for a fact that you would say yes
  • So dinner goes by without a problem and you two are just enjoying the quiet company of each other
  • But when the waiters bring out dessert, he gets a little fidgety
  • When you ask him if he’s okay, he takes a deep breath and starts the speech he prepared ahead of time
  • “I want you to know how grateful I am that you are in my life. You are so patient and understanding with me. I was so… isolated before I met you. But you’ve taught me to accept my own emotions and learn to love. I love you, MC, with all my heart.”
  • Jumin moves to stand up and kneel down next to you, pulling out a velvet box and revealing the ring inside
  • “All I want to do is to make you happy. You deserve the best life possible and I’ll do anything to ensure that. But will you give me the best life by becoming my wife?”

Seven:

  • this is gonna be chandler and monica style from friends get ready
  • It’s been a while since the whole Mint Eye thing and Seven had been thinking of proposing to you
  • But he’s Seven so he’s really scared that you won’t say yes since he believes he still isn’t good enough for you
  • You knew that he wanted to marry you and why he was so hesitant so you decided to break tradition
  • When Seven came home from running errands, he found you in the living room surrounded by candles and looking really nervous
  • He sat down next to you on the couch and noticed you were tearing up
  • Seven goes into PANIC MODE
  • He starts to ask questions and see if you’re hurt or if he did something or what but you shut him up
  • “I want you to know how much I love you. I know you’re afraid of this whole “love and relationship” thing but I want you to know that I love you more than anything else. To prove to you that I will never leave you…”
  • You start pulling out the ring you bought for him but at this point you’re full on sobbing and shaking you can’t speak 
  • This boi is tearing up but he gets the idea and helps you out a bit
  • hE PULLS OUT THE RING HE LITERALLY JUST BOUGHT NOT EVEN HALF AN HOUR AGO
  • “I knew I wanted to marry you since you stuck by my side even after going to the Mint Eye. You’ve made me become a better man in more ways than I can count. I’m sorry it took me so long and made you wait, but I love you, too.”
  • He looks you in the eyes as you both take a deep breath before saying at the same time:
  • “Will you marry me?”

V:

  • V wanted to be creative with his proposal but nothing too extravagant
  • So he decided to make it a little sentimental instead by using his photography skills in the process
  • You were out with some friends so he asked Jumin for some help with the set up to which he gladly agreed
  • When you got home, you found a photo taped to the front of the door of you and all the other RFA members
  • Below it was a note saying “The first party and first time we met.”
  • You smiled as you took the photo down and saw more taped along the hallway
  • Each had notes underneath life “Our first date.” or “Taken after we said our first ‘I love you’s’” or “First time I ever saw you.” or “The day you moved in.” 
  • The photos led to the backyard and when you went outside, you saw V standing in the middle with a big smile on his face and you walk over to him
  • Before you can ask him what all the fuss was about, he kneels and begins speaking
  • “You are truly a blessing in life. In my life. You are so patient and kind and understanding and generous without asking for anything in return. I wanted to show you how much I love you and somehow give back for all the kindness you’ve given me. All the photos you have are from moments I hold close to my heart. I hope that we have more photos to take in the future.”
  • You watch him pull out the ring as you hear a snap and see Seven off to the side with a camera
  • “MC, will you marry me and make more memories with me?”

Saeran:

  • You had been together for years and it was a slow and steady relationship 
  • Sure you wanted to marry him but you didn’t mind waiting and giving him time considering everything that he’s been through
  • He wants you to be by his side since you’re the only one that really understands him
  • You’re both cuddling on the couch and watching a movie like any other day
  • It was your turn to pick the movie so you choose this romance movie Jaehee recommended
  • it’s not a zen movie *gasp*
  • At some point, the two main characters get married and you don’t think much of it
  • Saeran, however, has got that scene stuck in his mind
  • Once the movie ends, he asks you if you liked it
  • When you say yes, he just nods quietly and bites his lip
  • You know that’s a nervous tick of his but you don’t want to press him if he doesn’t want to share
  • You’re about to get up to get food when you hear him mutter something
  • It was so quiet so you ask him to repeat it
  • “Let’s get married.”
  • He’s looking at you straight in the eye and you know that he’s completely serious about this
  • You can’t help the grin on your face as you give him a kiss
  • “Okay. Let’s get married.”
ACOTAR domestic headcanons

Ok here’s a list of domestic Nessian and Feysand headcanons because Sarah and I have spent like an hour just shooting headcanons back and forth and we’re both dead with feels at this point. Okay so just imagine:

- Feyre yelling at Rhys for leaving his socks on the floor and the cap off the toothpaste

-  Nesta bitching at Cassian every time he leaves shit laying around. “So you can command the night courts armies but you can’t be bothered to mow the lawn.”

-  Rhys and Feyre fighting about what movie to see. He wants to watch The Notebook for the 100th time. Because Feyre darling if she’s a bird he’s a bird. And Feyre just eye rolling for days. Rhys would totally watch the notebook and make love eyes at Feyre throughout the whole thing and recite every memorable quote to her

-  Nessian arguing about the heating because Nesta’s cold all the time and always has freezing hands and feet and would need the heating to be on high and Cassian would forever be a living breathing furnace and would keep wearing progressively less clothes and sweating his bat ass off as she turns the heating on higher

-  Cassian would get up in Nesta’s face too. “I train warriors all day and come home and cook dinner the least you could do is dry the damn dishes.”

- Cassian being quite tidy because of the discipline he’s had to learn while being in the illyrian camps and nesta being a bit messy and leaving stuff lying around because she’s had people cleaning up after her

- we all know Cassian would definitely cook every night because Nesta is probably able to burn water. He’d come back to the house half burnt down and she’d just scowl at him like it’s his fault she tried to cook.

-  Cassian never having lived with a woman forgetting to put the seat down.

-  Nesta would be a total disaster around the house though. She would learn how to do different chores but cooking would always be something she just can’t crack and she would just let him do it. But just imagine Cassian who’s had to do all this all his life teaching her how to do the laundry and how to properly keep a fire burning in the fireplace because she’s never done that stuff around the house before and she would get frustrated that she’s getting everything wrong and she would feel bad because she’d realise how difficult all of that is and how she’d always let Feyre do it before and he would just tease her to make her snap out of it like ‘the spoiled princess couldn’t get her nails dirty could she?’

-  The laundry she’d be constantly doing because they only ever seem to wear leather.

-  Azriel would just be telling Cassian everything Nesta destroys while he’s away. I hope you didn’t love that shirt because she shrank it. Good news she learned to make spaghetti. Bad news you need a new pot. Az and Amren would have little get togethers sharing secrets but they’d both act like they’re not gossiping cause they’re too cool to enjoy gossip but they’re actually living for the drama

-  imagine Nesta trying to surprise Cass with food when she accepts the mating bond and maybe she wants to make a big thing and she tries to cook or bake something and it’s just this massive fail and she’s close to tears and he’s so moved that he just takes a bite of the thing and eats it with a straight face and she’s hopeful that maybe it’s not that bad like ‘how is it?’ and cass just deadpans ‘absolutely horrible, sweetheart’ but he swallows it anyway

-  And it will be his favorite food too because she asked Rhys. He’ll spend the first week of their mating bond having food poisoning.  He just shows up at the camp looking like he’s been through the war. Rhys will be like haha you must have been busy. Cassian just stares out and says I have food poisoning. She tried so hard to cook I couldn’t not eat it.

-  Elain would be like make him a flower crown Lucien loves it when I do that. He’s an army commander Elain I can’t just make him a flower crown. Nesta later: Umm here Elain helped me make this for you. He’d just look at it like it’s wonderful because she tried but has no idea what to do with it.

- So imagine Nesta Grumpypants Archeron with a mess of a flowercrown where half of the flowers are actually weeds but Elain’s too nice to say anything to her and Nesta just shoves it towards Cass and mumbles ‘hereyougoimadeyouathing’ and when he doesn’t answer immediabtely she’s just like ‘itsstupiditwaselainsideayoucanjustthrowitaway’.  And Cass would put it on just to find out there’s poison ivy or something in it. (ps if anyone wants to draw this, you would make @spelt09 very happy)

-  when they finally have sex Nesta’s going to be super freaked out. He’s gonna have to talk her through it. Constantly asking if she’s okay and if he’s hurting her. i’m always down for kinky nesta but her first time she would probably be freaked out of her mind and i can almost imagine her bracing herself and being like 'just do it’ and cass is like 'sweetheart it doesn’t have to be like that’ and just takes it slow and kisses her and maybe gives her a massage until she relaxes and is extra careful to her every reaction

- Nesta probably doesn’t really get how to flirt without attacking it’s never something she’s had to deal with and she doesn’t like / know how to be vulnerable and actually say nice things to him . The moment they go out in Velaris and girls start hitting on him she’ll probably start mentally comparing herself to them and be insecure.

- Cass is probably the rose petals, candles, and mood music kinda guy just to break the ice and give her something to laugh about. He’s definitely got 'moves’ that he uses just to get into girls’ pants (picture Ryan Gosling in Crazy, Stupid, Love he totally does the Dirty Dancing lift on bar hookups and him in a man bun humming along to Time of My Life) but when it’s someone he actually cares about he’d be so romantic 

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you write fluffy headcanons with jealous RFA and Vanderwood (he's cool)? Perhaps someone was flirting with MC?

sorry this took so long to write! and also, please look at my rules before requesting. I don’t know how to add a link in my description, but I did say to look at my hashtag RULES. please do so in the future. -Green

Yoosung: 

-you two were out together just window shopping 

-eventually you made it in a comic shop and you had accidentally split up because of your different interests 

-which Yoosung was okay with because it was a small shop and you were really just an isle or two away

-while he was looking at LOLOL merch, he found a small figurine that he remembers is from one of your favorite shows! 

-he knows he can’t buy it, but he wants to show it to you!! 

-so he grabs the box with the figure in it and looks around for you 

-he sees you with a big book in your hands, trying to read (or just ignore without being too rude) while a tall man loomed over you and continued to talk to you 

-his cheeks get really red and he literally starts to pout 

-before he solves the issue, he walks over and buys the item 

-he wasn’t before but GOD he needs some leverage so he does 

-yoosung takes the figure out and then jogs over to you, proudly holding it in the air

-”MC!! look!!! :DD” 

-you look up from the book and you squeal at what he’s holding 

-”Yoosung!! Oh my gosh, did you buy that??”

-yes of course, he replies, bc u r the best gf ever 

-he gives it to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek, then looks at the book you have

-it’s an LOLOL guide that shows concept art and how to get all the special armor 

-”awww!! we had the same idea!” 

-honestly you two just start being really cute right in front of this dude. 

-yoosung just slowly and surely. shoves this guy away 

-you totally notice but don’t say anything until later 

-by saying something you give him a big ol kiss on the lips 

-he giggles

Saeyoung:

-both of you are out at the park 

-because nothing is better than the park!!! 

-they’re perfect for Saeyoung

-he’s chasing you around the playground, and you’re screaming and giggling 

-it’s honestly really cute and he can’t help but lag in his running because he could ANNIHILATE YOU if he wanted but you’re too cute he just wants to keep hear you laughing

-eventually he ducks under the slide so you can’t see him and waits until you’ve stopped running so he can. SNEAk ATTACK 

-everything was going according to plan. your back turned toward him, looking around, you’re on the tips of ur toes, and ur a giggling mess 

-except. he. was not a part of his plan?

-honestly who hits on people at a park 

-when he sees this dude come up and just start flirting right away he’s like MC RUN AWAY???

-but you’re too out of it to notice so you just kind of dismiss it while looking for Saeyoung

-so he continues with his plan and sneaks up on you

-picks you up from behind and spins u!!! 

-you are YELLING 

-this dude is also yelling

-saeyoung is LAUGhiNG,,, it’s so f u nn y??/

-eventually he’ll put you down and then just kiss you all over your face 

-then turn to the guy and be like “oh who r u” 

-the dude just walks away. 

-mission accomplished 

Jumin: 

-you convinced Jumin to go on. a normal date

-where you both weren’t super dressed up and eating 100$ meals 

-instead you got him into some casual clothes, and you brought him into town 

-he was totally out of his element and super weirded out by the commoners 

-so he’s stuck to you like glue. you are his only light in this mess. 

-but he won’t complain because you’re having a lot of fun so he tries to relax and enjoy everything like you are

-while it’s not to the same extent, he does start having some fun 

-but fun drops all the way when he sees how. rude??? all the dudes are ?

-he swears that he saw someone slap your ass but you keep denying it 

-he don’t believe u.,,,

-now you two are together just looking at the city lights and walking hand in hand

-not as many people are out and it’s not a shady place, so Jumin is actually pretty relaxed 

-but then.

-t h e  nn,,,,

-a man comes up and like. slaps your ass

-but like. really fucking hard guys

-you stumble in your place 

- OH  H E LL N O

-jumin doesn’t even think about it he grabs this guy and SHOVES HIM INTO THE BUILDING NEAR U GUYS

-starts chewing this guy out. doesn’t punch him or anything just yells at him and venting about how commoners are the worst people to exist 

-and guys jumin is really intimidating so this guy looks like he’s going to cry 

-you start to feel bad because he looks so scared so you have to drag Jumin back and tell the rude asshole to scram 

-and then jumin. oh my god guys 

-once this guy leaves, Jumin slaps him SO HARD ON THE ASS THAT YOU Can HEAR IT and the guy runs the FUCk away

-YOU START LAUGHinG SO O BAD ,,, 

-it’s the best night of your LIFE 

Jaehee: 

-mmm coffee dates!! 

-the best

-you both treat yourselves to this really expensive coffee house and Jaehee looks like she’s in heaven 

-it’s been 10 minutes and she still can’t decide what drink she wants

-so you left her and explored the shop a bit 

-it’s really a cute place! and they got a little library! 

-you read a little, when someone walks up to you

-you think it’s Jaehee so you’re about to greet her with a smile when you see it’s actually a dude

-o h,,

-woops. you apologize and he laughs 

-why he laughing?? 

-you’re super awkward so you can’t bring yourself to leave as this dude tries to charm and get to know you 

-eventually Jaehee knows what she wants and looks around at her spot for you

-sees you and the dude

-but she really doesn’t want to make a scene so she calls your name

-”MC!! Honey, I know what I want now! I miss you dearly so come here so I can give you a kiss??”

-that is SO EMBARRASSING for her to say… but she can’t help it she just wants the dude to get the hint and leave u alone

-he does, thank god

-and you take that offer Jaehee gave you, gladly ;0

Zen:

-you’re at his play!! 

-unfortunately you’re sitting alone, but you’re so happy to see him play!

-but since you’re alone, this guy next to you is totally chatting up during the whole play and you have no way to escape

-during intermission, you quickly leave with the excuse you have to use the bathroom

-oops, when u come out there’s the dude

-was he waiting for you to come out?

-you’re seriously getting creeped out so you text Zen to come out of backstage

-he does as fast as he can, even tho he isn’t allowed to but he loves you so he doesn’t care

-as soon as he sees this dude and how uncomfortable Zen totally is like. OK. i know what i must do

-quickly swipes up next to you and places an arm around your waist. 

-he tries to keep himself together but on the inside he is suffering while he shakes this guys hand

-”you called me over, is something wrong babe?” he asks you and purposefully kisses u on the cheek so this guy knows you are taken 

-”he.. well, he followed and waited for me to come out of the bathroom..” 

-long story short: the dude is kicked out for harassment 

-you think it’s a little bit of a stretch… but seeing Zen so flustered and worked up makes it totally worth it. 

Late Night Cuddles; Yuta

Request: “Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for a Yuta scenario? The scenario can be him and his S/O having random talks while having a late night cuddle please? Oh and random question, who’s your bias?? :P Tysm!!”

Word Count: 1460

Genre: Fluff (Like a lot of it)

Warnings: Cheesiness 

A/N - to answer your question my bias is the beautiful and talented Taeyong <3

Originally posted by suhyngho


Warmth. That was what you felt in the arms of the one you loved. The TV was playing, but you weren’t paying any attention to it, your attention was focused on Yuta’s arms that were wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest. You were partially lying on him trying to fit on the small two seat couch. Your head was pressed against his chest, moving up and down when he breathed in and out. You could hear the rhythm of his heart like the beat of a drum; music to your ears. There was a blanket thrown across the both of you, your legs tangled together under the covers.

sighing with content you wrapped your arms around his waist, mirroring what he was doing to you. You glanced up at him. His head was resting on the arm of the chair as he watched the TV. You stared at your boyfriend, the light of the TV reflecting in his eyes and his hair messily hanging just above them. This was normally what you did on a Saturday night when Yuta had finally finished practicing and had free time. You didn’t go out for a fancy dinner date, or a spontaneous walk in the park, but cuddled while watching TV. But you didn’t mind, you loved being in Yuta’s arms more than anything else in the world.

“Do you want to take a picture-”

“It will last longer?” You finished for him, already knowing what he was going to say. You’d got used to Yuta’s outbursts of sarcasm over the time you’d been dating, and had found your own ways of dealing with it.

He turned to look at you, his gaze moved away from the show you were watching and landed on your face. He laughed making your head vibrate against his chest, “Am I that predictable?”

“Just a little bit,” You smiled back at him, biting your lip to keep from laughing. Yuta removed one of his hands from your waist and messed up your hair, “Hey!”

He stopped his hands from moving, “You look funny”, he held the sides of your face, squishing your cheeks. Grabbing his hands, you pushed them off your face, lifting off from his chest you leaned close to his face before squishing his cheeks. You laughed at him, his lips were pouted and you couldn’t help but peck them in the middle of your giggles. Your hands loosened and fell from his face.

Yuta stared at you in adoration. It was the first time he’d realised he wanted to be with you forever, that he loved you more than anything or anyone else. A light smile crossed his features as he continued to stare. He cupped your cheeks again, but instead of squishing, which you thought he was going to do, he brought your lips up to his.

The feeling of his lips against yours made your cheeks heat up. You loved him so much, and in that moment you realised he loved you too. His thumbs rubbed circles on your cheeks as he slowly moved his lips against yours. The type of kiss was unlike Yuta as he usually likes the rough and quick kisses than the sweet and sensual type of kisses, but you weren’t complaining. You loved this side of Yuta.

What you thought was sensual kiss, however, after a couple more minutes turned into Yuta’s usual rough ones. His hands, that were holding your face, started to trail his hands down your body until they reached your hips where he grabbed them tightly. When you thought he was going to take it further, he stilled his lips against yours and pulled away slowly. 

You watched as he moved away, his eyes still closed, looking angelic, When he finally opened his eyes he looked into yours, a small smile playing on his lips, You couldn’t help but ask, “Why’d you stop?”

“As much as I’d want to do it, Y/N, I just want to cuddle.” He pulled you against his chest once again and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you gently, your head resting under his chin.

“That was cute”, You teased him, and in reply he tightened his arms around you making you breathe in sharply.

He loosened his grip, and you moved so that you could look at his face. It was silent until he said, “You’re cute.”

“Why are you in such a cheesy mood tonight?” You giggled and went back to your original position.

“Do you really want to know why?” He hugged you tighter making you more curious.

“I do want to know,” You hugged him back.

“It’s because I love you.”

Embarrassed, you covered your face with your hands. Yuta laughed at your reaction, and turned you around in his arms so that you were facing him. Picking up the courage, you removed your hands, “Why all of a sudden?”

Hands resting on your back, he started, “because I just realised that I’ve found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with and I want you to know it.”

His words hung in the air. The TV was still on in the background, but the sound seemed to die down until it was just you and Yuta, no distractions, “I love you.” was all you could say.

“I’ll take that as a, ‘Yes, my lovely-amazingly-fabulous-boyfriend, Yuta, I’d love to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the love of my life…’” He teased you making you hit his chest.

“I wouldn’t go that far…” You joked, but you had to admit you’d love to spend the rest of your life with Yuta.

He laughed with you, but stopped to say, “You’re cold. Have you never imagined our future together?”

You made your, ‘thinking’ face, “Nope.” you lied.

“Liar.” 

“Okay, fine. I’ve thought about the future. A lot, actually.” You admit. The joking put to the side. Yuta noticed this and his usual sarcastic facial expression turned to one of caring and seriousness as you both lyed on his old couch,

There was a silence before Yuta spoke, “What do you picture?”

He started to rub circles into you hips, hoping to make you feel relaxed and open up to your dream, “You. You’re there.”

“I’m glad.” He interrupted and you glared at him, “Sorry, carry on.”

“We’ll be married and have a house of our own. Not an overly priced rented flat. I’ll get a better job, you’ll be onto to you sixth album in god knows what unit of NCT. We’ll settle down at some point and… I don’t know… Uh-”

“Have kids?” He helped you. You thought he would tease you, but once again a look of absolute adoration was present in his dark eyes.

“Yes, have kids. Maybe two or three. And a pet. Maybe a cat, you like cats. We’ll wake up to each other every morning for the rest of our lives and it will be… perfect.” You finished and it was silent. You thought you said something wrong until Yuta finally spoke.

“Y/N… Don’t leave me.” His voice was low and quiet, leaving chills run down your spine. However, his reply confused you.

“W-why would I leave you?” You raised your eyebrow slightly.

“I just realised I won’t have a future without you in it.” His eyes locked with yours, and even though you knew it was cheesy, it made your heart flutter. 

You reached up from his chest and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, hugging him closely, “I won’t leave, I promise. But do you think you could do that? Live with me forever? Put up with my bad habits and cooking skills?” 

“Of course, because I love you.” You let go of your hug, looking at his face again. You could tell he was tried, which he normally was on a late Saturday night after practice. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You snuggled back into his chest, enveloping him in a hug around his waist. The both of lying back down on the couch again, he readjusted the blanket around your shoulder and then turned the TV and the lights off. You guessed you were sleeping here tonight.

“I love our late night cuddles.” He whispered into the darkness.

“And I love you.” You cringed.

“And when I said that earlier, I was cheesy.” He teased and once again you felt the vibration of his chest against your cheek making you laugh lightly,

“Let’s just go to sleep.” You felt yourself grow tireder by the minute and buried your head further into your boyfriends chest.

You thought Yuta was asleep when he said, “Don’t forget what we talked about tonight. The future, that is. Because it’s going to happen. I’m certain of it,” He whispered to you just before you fell asleep. You nodded slightly in acknowledgement. 

Late night cuddles with Yuta were the best. 

Evening Classes & FaceTime Calls

Raphael Santiago imagine

Summary: You were turned into a vampire a couple of years ago on the disastrous night you’ve died. When the new guy, Simon, needs to learn some things, you help him, but not without running into some trouble getting back to the hotel, making Raphael very angry for getting in trouble. But why?

A/N: I’m about to leave on a trip to Amsterdam. I’m hoping to get some writing done, but I can’t promise anything. I hope you’ll like this one.

Prompts: “Are you hitting on me?” – “Wrong day to piss me off.” – “My weekend plans did not involve dying.”

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“Ugh.” You let out a deep sigh and let yourself fall onto the sofa, leaning your head backwards. You stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, before closing your eyes.

“That bad huh?” You opened your eyes to see Raphael staring in your eyes from above you, trying not to smile.

“Can you remind me once more why I thought this would be a good idea?” You asked, still leaning your head backwards, looking up at him.

He moved to come sit besides you on the couch, making you turn your head so you were laying on your ear, still not lifting you head up.

“For the record, I never said taking evening classes was a good idea.” He leaned his arm against the couch, and rested his head against his hand.

You closed your eyes and let out another sigh. “I know, it’s just,” you paused, searching for the right words, but Raphael finished your thoughts for you. “You never got the chance while you were human, I know.” He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes. “I get it, I died at fifteen. I missed out on a lot of things as well.”

You looked away from his eyes, not wanting to show the pity you felt for him, as it would only make the situation even worse.

You lifted your head up just a bit. “Raphael,” you silently started, but you got interrupted when the new guy walked in.

“Wow, who died in here?” Simon said when he felt the vibe in the room, making Raphael glare at him, while you just looked at him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Wrong crowd.” He muttered when he saw your expressions.

You lifted your head when you thought about something. “You’re smart, right?” You asked suddenly, making both of the guys look at you.

“Uhm, I guess?” He said, sounding insecure.

“Is there a chance you could help me with my statistics class?” You asked hopeful.

“Sure.” He grinned.

“Actually,” Raphael added from beside you, “could you help him as well? You know, some training and vamp 101 stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Vamp 101 stuff?”

Raphael rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Sure.” You gave Simon a small smile, and turned your gaze back at Raphael. “By the time we’ll be done with each other, I’ll be a mathematical genius, and he’ll be the best vampire you’ve ever seen.”

Raphael let out a small snort. “Sure.” He nodded while being sarcastic. “Be sure to be back by five.”

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