whatever you want to call it trail

I’m falling apart

A/N: Reader is Jensen’s little sister who is going through a tough time with depression and Jensen is determined to help her. If this becomes a series it’s gonna be super dramatic & probably kinda twisty.

Trigger warning: Depression, suicidal thoughts.

Jensen threw his head back laughing at a joke Jared made. Looking around the table he realized how lucky he was. He was sitting at a table in Rome surrounded by his friends and fellow cast mates, enjoying the night. Tomorrow was the first day of the convention and the few days following it him and Jared would tour the city some before heading back home to his family. A gentle smile fell on Jensen’s lips when he thought about Danneel and the kids in Austin and all the plans they had for the hiatus.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Jensen grabbed it, smiling even wider when he saw Danneel’s name pop up on the caller ID.

“Hey babe.” He answered.

“Hey Jay.” Danneel’s voice responded, only something sounded off in her tone.

“What’s up?” Jensen said, standing up from his seat and walking away from the group, “You sound worried.”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing but…” Danneel trailed on.

“You’re kinda worrying me here Dee. What’s going on?” Jensen pushed.

“It’s Y/N.” Danneel responded.

“My sister? Is she okay?” Jensen quickly pushed.

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Piece of Art → Jace Wayland [1]

Relationship Goals - Tank

How about we start the tongue, from the waist down?
I'ma beat it up, till you scream for another round.
I’ve been working out baby, feel all this power.
Girl we all alone, let me hear you moan, louder
. ❈

warning(s): teasing. mild smut, not really.

Originally posted by jalecsource

“(Y/N), I really do not think you should be going on this date,” Jace sighed, following after you. “it’s just not a good idea, I’m telling you.”

You whipped around, looking up at the taller blonde boy. You give him a smile before raking your fingers through his hair. “And why’s that? I thought you didn’t have feelings for me.” You frowned at him. The two of you were solely a ‘no strings attached’ relationship. The two of you would hookup and pretend like it never happened, though after the few first times, it was confirmed that neither of you wanted feelings involved anyway. And you followed the rules quite well, however Jace didn’t.

“I- I don’t.” The blonde boy dismissed quickly. “It’s just, you’ll be on a date with a mundane and you’ll be around other mundanes. You can’t exactly whip out your stele in the middle of a dark room when there’s a demon attack.” He defended himself.

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Sophrosyne |1|

Pairing: Reader / Taehyung ft. other members

Genre: Greek Mythology!au, high school!au,  Fluff / Slight Angst

Length: 2.2k words

Warnings: mild language

Summary: You had a pretty normal life. Well, normal for someone who’s half human-half god. Yeah, like the one’s you’ve heard of from the books. All you’ve wanted was to be considered as normal. The world outside your mythical school might’ve seen you as normal since it had no idea who or what you were, but you still felt that sense of alienation from society. And the help you were given? A group of mischievous boys that caused you mayhem and chaos until you learned to accept yourself. 

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Originally posted by charrytommoto

“Yeah, she, like, nearly sent me to Demeter’s house as a way of punishment,” A nasally voice sounded as you entered the school building. 

“Your mom can be so scary sometimes,” Another voice spoke in a monotone, as if she hardly cared. That was high school for you; half of the time, no one cared.

“I know! What did she expect me to do? Farm?”

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An Unexpected Surprise - Part 3 - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Requested by so many readers. :)

Word Count: 3.313

Warnings: cursing, angst, and very little smut. 

Author’s Note: Not proof read. Sorry, not sorry, ha. Also, I actually didn’t leave this chapter on a cliffhanger. It sort of has an ending. I have no ideas for a part 4. I honestly don’t know if I want write a part 4. If you want one, send in some ideas and I’ll decide.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

“I’m pregnant,” she whispered. Liam froze. Although he was looking directly at her, his mind was elsewhere as her words repeated through his mind. Y/N heard his heart skip a beat, almost as if his heart had dropped to his stomach, which it did. Liam was reeking with so many different emotions: anger, hurt, worried, sad, and nervousness. Y/N could sense them. She slowly reached for his hand. “Please say something,” she whispered as she squeezed his hand.

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Play With Fire

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: OFC x Thomas


Word Count: 11,023 

A/N: So this is my first Thomas fic and it’s really fucking long lol. This takes place in The Scorch and none of it is canon, I just thought it would make for a good story. I could have split it but I said fuck it and just left it as one long story. So I hope y’all enjoy it because it took me a while to get this done. Also, instead of Googling names for different explosive devices, because I’m paranoid lol, I just made up a name so that would be the name in Bold.  

Names. They give everyone their identity. Your name is part of who you are. I don’t have a name. Not one that I remember anyway. I was known as Subject 2184, according to WICKED. I have no memory of who I was before they got their hands on me. I spent most of my life locked in the facility.

Until he showed up.

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urbuddylance  asked:

I think you actually ARE a part of the people that work on voltron(?? whatever thats called) and you just don't want us to know, so you post theories and shitposts to get us off your trail.

i read this ask as ‘you actually ARE someone who works on voltron and you just don’t know it’ and ngl i was 100% ready to accept that i have a secret identity lurking around in my subconscious that only comes out when i relinquish control. 

dr. katie and mr. klanced

Imperfect Pt. 3 [Batsis]

@kpkarlee @jadedhillon @dc-comics-imagines @cleopatra-isis

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long. I know it isn’t that good, but I really wanted it to be out. I know people waited so I hope I didn’t disappoint :)

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1314

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3



Bruce didn’t need a case in addition to the headache [F/N] had given him, but apparently luck wasn’t on his side.

A sigh left his lips as he approached the Commissioner, who stood next to the light source of the iconic beam of light. Damian and Dick were not too far behind, also annoyed that they had a case that night–actually, only Damian was. However, Bruce knew that the case would be about the incident Dick informed him of earlier.

“Commissioner.” said Bruce.

“Batman.” Commissioner Gordon nodded his head, “there’s been another murder.”

“So I’ve been told.” Bruce stated. “You need my help.”

The Commissioner cleared his throat. “Actually, this case isn’t mine.”

Bruce frowned. “Then whose is it?”

“It’s mine.” said an all too familiar voice that made Bruce’s eyes widen. He saw his own daughter–the same daughter that made herself drunk in less than an hour at the party and went around flirting with literally every man in the hall–step forward. She was dressed modestly, a sight he wasn’t used to.

Shock and confusion filled Bruce’s head. What was she doing here? Why was she involved in the case? Was this even his daughter? His [F/N] was a party animal who flung herself at every man in her sight. She was a careless, impulsive woman stuck in her teens.

“[F/N] Wayne?” he asked, keeping his tone leveled.

“It’s Agent Wayne, actually.” she smiled, showing her badge. Bruce almost choked on his own saliva.

A CIA Agent?!

He tried to keep himself composed but his head was spinning as he tried to wrap it around the idea of [F/N] being a CIA agent. It was difficult to believe, especially after everything he saw and heard. When he was with her she was a spoiled kid with no sense of responsibility.

However, he also knew that it could all be an act. After all, he also built quite a reputation for himself as Bruce Wayne. It seemed that [F/N] did the exact same thing… and she fooled everyone.

That was when he realized his own daughter had crafted the biggest lie of them all, and that he had no clue who [F/N] Wayne truly was.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” said the Commissioner. “Miss Wayne, if you require assistance from the law enforcement, you know where to find me.” 

“Thank you Commissioner.” [F/N] smiled. As soon as Commissioner Gordon left the rooftop, her smile dropped. 

Damian stood next to Bruce, looking just as shocked. “How did you become an agent?” he managed to utter out, his tone mocking. 

[F/N] approached them but stood a distance away. “Is that the tone you should be using on your older sister?” Her lips twitched upwards. “I guess that’s to be expected.” She failed to mask the pain in her voice.

Damian made a surprised noise. She knew about their secret identities too?

To Bruce though, that didn’t come as a surprise. If she was a CIA agent and managed to keep it a secret from a family of detectives, she definitely already knew of their nightly activities.


“All along. I just never told anyone.” she admitted, “except Dick.”

Everyone turned their head to Dick with a glare. Dick brought his hands up in defeat. “Hey! She told me literally two hours ago!”

Bruce sighed and turned back to his daughter, looking at her once again. It was the first time he was looking at her, truly looking at her. He wanted to be angry with her, but he couldn’t help but also feel a sense of pride.

It was a strange feeling, mixed with the guilt of how he treated her all these years. She wasn’t a disappointment. He didn’t do anything wrong. 

[F/N] Wayne turned out fine. In fact, she turned out amazing. Not only was she able to create a misleading image of herself, she was able to fool her own family while being a CIA agent despite being so well-known, and she hadn’t gotten caught yet. That took skills, a lot of skills.

He couldn’t think of anything but the way he looked at her whenever she came to visit, the horrible things he said about her to Alfred and the boys. He was disappointed in himself for not discovering her secret earlier, for not realizing that his [F/N] would never turn out like what she made them believe she turned out. 

She was his daughter, a Wayne, his own flesh and blood. He should know that she wasn’t like that at all. 

But did Bruce really know his own daughter? After all, he missed so much of her life, especially when he devoted his life to fighting crime. He took in other children, training them and often leaving for weeks to months on missions. [F/N] Wayne, his daughter, his dear, sweet daughter, was always alone. 

Upon the realization, Bruce begun to understand why she chose to lie, why she chose to be her own person.

“Never mind any of this, we have work to do.” said [F/N], her eyes hardening. “This case is very important and I’d like to catch the one responsible as soon as possible.”

She began to explain the situation and what they had so far and it was dire indeed. She told them how if it got really bad she may have to call the CIA and FBI and she clearly expressed her desire not to do that.

“Please find out all you can about the suspects. Don’t do anything rash that may alert them of our presence.” said [F/N] once she was done.

Bruce nodded solemnly; this case was obviously important to her and it was the least he could do.

“What about you?” asked Damian.

“I will be doing my own investigation, utilizing the resources of the law I have access to.” [F/N] answered. “The victim surely left his research and progress somewhere as well. It may contain valuable information, so I’ll be looking into that as well.”

Damian nodded, staying silent. He had long since recovered from his initial shock and as he watched his older sister speak, he couldn’t help but come to the same realization as their father and gain a level of respect for her.

“Thank you.” She gave them a bittersweet smile that showed her happiness of being with her family, but the unbearable pain of years of being the other child.

Dick left quickly and dragged Damian along, leaving Bruce with his eldest daughter. He glanced at her and saw she was avoiding his gaze. He sighed and decided to say something.

“You sure you can handle this?” he inquired with concern.

“I’ve been in much worse situations than this. I’ll be fine dad.” she muttered.

“Care to tell me a few examples?”

“Russia, North Korea, Iraq, Sudan, to name a few.” she listed, “the government sends me to act as their spy in those countries. My job is to keep an eye on the other governments, make sure there aren’t threats. Sometimes I’m called to smuggle out several people, sometimes I have to infiltrate an organization. It’s really all over the place. I do whatever the task calls for.“

To her surprise, Bruce chuckled lowly. “What?” she asked. After all, she had never seen her dad smile before, not around her.

“You’re more like me than anyone thought.” he stated.

“Yeah, well… I am your daughter.” [F/N] retorted, “even when I don’t act like it… even when you may not see me as a daughter.”

“[F/N]…” Bruce trailed off, wanting to say something to reassure her, but what could he say? What could he possibly say right now?

[F/N] shook her head and took a step back. “Let’s just get going. We have a case to solve and time is not in our favor.”

Without another word, she left the rooftop, leaving a loud silence in her wake.

Jealousy // Cha Eunwoo


the prompt: Hello :) I would like to request a scenario of Eunwoo from astro. Angst + fluff. I would like it to be about Eunwoo getting jealous bc I spend to much time with MoonBin. If you see this thank you so much for doing this, you’re the best!!!! :) :) :)

words: 1464

category: sort-of angst + a dash of fluff

author note: you were my first request so thank you so much! sorry this is so short and messy; it was really hard to write angst for eunwoo but I hope you like it anyway!


Originally posted by moonbinny

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Shy - George Weasley

Request:  Could you do a imagine where you are a Gryffindor in the same year as Fred and George, but you are extremely shy, socially awkward and don’t really have any friends. A group of people are always bullying and George sticks up for you and you and George end up dating.( i hope that makes sense i’m really bad at explaining stuff)

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Before the sun had faded or the sky darkened, you were already tucked away in your dorm. Your bed was at the end of the room, set apart from the others by a significant margin. You picked this bed on the first night of your first year, and you were still in the same spot 6 years later. You talked to the other girls, but you didn’t seem to have the same connection they all had with each other. They would talk to you on occasions, but for never longer than 30 seconds. You always gave vague responses and they graciously didn’t try to keep the conversation afloat. 

They were kind, kinder than most of the school. Well, how you perceived the rest of the school. One could say that you were overly-sensitive, and you would have to agree. If one even slightly unkind thing was said to you, you felt hurt. But that was nothing compared to constant harassment you were given by the Slytherins of your year. 

Slytherins weren’t all bad, of course. You found them to be hard-working and very smart and kind, when they weren’t in your year. Your year, however, had a feud going on between the Gryffindors and Slytherins. No one knows why we hate each other so much, but I personally believe it’s a mixture of the Weasley twins and- yeah, that’s about it. The Gryffindors back the twins and their constant pranks and trash-talk of the Slytherins, while the Slytherins fought back ferociously with whatever they had. 

The next day, proved your point exactly. After breakfast, you trailed behind the other girls to class. A group of Slytherins caught sight of your group and trailed over to you. You rolled your eyes and continued walking, not wanting to get into a fight. 

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” one of the guys called at you. Your cheeks flushed, but you continued walking. Before you could turn the corner, a tall Slytherin girl stepped in front of you. 
“Please leave me alone,” you begged quietly. 
Other Slytherins began closing in on you. You wanted to run - to cry - to dissolve, but none of that happened. 

What did happen was possibly even more unprobable. 

“You heard the girl, leave her alone,” George Weasley calls. You whip your head around to make sure your ears are working properly. They were. There stood George Weasley. The Slytherins turned their attention towards him and you were able to retreat to your class. 

The next few days were peacefully uneventful. No one disturbed you and you kept to yourself. But, of course, that was the calm before the storm. At dinner, George sat beside you. He said nothing, but the presence of the boy unsettled you.

The Slytherins left you alone, and you were grateful for that. George continued sitting by your side at meals, and you continued ignoring him. 

George took a deep breath. “Why don’t you talk to anyone?” he asks. 
Your heart skips a beat and you stare at him. “What?”
“I sit by you every day and you haven’t said a word, not even a ‘hello’. Nor to anyone else.” 
You shrug. “I just don’t like to.” You said this in almost a whisper. You didn’t have the energy to explain that your heart felt like it would burst open if you had a conversation with someone. 
George nodded and, thankfully, said nothing else. 

Two days later, George spoke to you again. “There’s a Quidditch game tomorrow, do you go to those?” 
You nod. “I’ve always really liked Quidditch.” 
“Why don’t you play?” asks George. 
“I’m not really a team person, I guess?” 
“Well, we play Slytherin tomorrow. I wish it was Hufflepuff, they’re way easier to beat,” George whispers. 
You laugh. “Hey, don’t trash-talk the Puffs.” You sigh. “To be honest with you, that’s what house I thought I’d be in.” 
“I disagree,” George says between bites of food. “I believe you might be one of the bravest people I know.” 
“How so?” you ask. 
“You are the shyest person at this school and are having a full conversation with me.” 
You blush. “I guess talking to you isn’t so bad.” 

Gryffindors won the Quidditch game. The score was shockingly close, but in the end you pulled a win. Everyone filed down the stairs and began towards the school. The large crowd began to get to you once you entered the school. Only after games was the entire student body crammed together in a small area. 

You began to take in deep breaths, wanting to be anywhere but where you were. You felt a hand on your shoulder and your breath hitched. You quickly turned to see George and let out a breath. 

“You almost gave me a heart attack.” 
“Hello to you, too,” George replied with a smile. 
“Good game; seeing you beat up the Slytherin team was probably the best thing ever.” 
George laughed. “I thought you would say that.” 
You smiled up at him. Before you could say anything else, the crowd began pushing into you. You turned to see a group of Slytherins, death-glares on and walking straight to you. George grabbed your hand and he maneuvered his way through the large crowd. 

You made it to the common room and you were mentally exhausted. You hardly ever were in crowds that large and you just wanted to go to sleep. The activities the day held all crashed into you and you felt tears come to your eyes. You pushed them back and began walking around the common room. 
“I think I’m going to bed,” you whisper. 
George gently grabs your hand. “Hey, what’s wrong.” 
You turn to him and he sees your puffy eyes. He gently pulls you into his chest and you close your eyes, pretending the world isn’t there. “It’s just a lot, you know?”
George gently rubs your back. “Yes.” 
“It’s just that there was a big crowd, and there were people pushing into me and now I think I like you so-”
“Wait, back it up now. Say that again.” 
“You heard me. I am not saying it again,” you murmur. George kisses your forehead. 
“I think I like you, too.” 

Our Song pt 3

Thanks so much for reading, and sending feedback! I love talking to you guys and I’m so grateful you enjoy these :) Don’t forget to hmu with feedback and requests :)!!


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Jungkook x Reader, fluff/smut

 Summary: School playboy, and jock Jungkook is the last person you’d expect to be a soulful musician, but everybody has their secrets

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Study Buddy

Originally posted by lauraharrier

Imagine: Peter gets assigned to be your tutor in Chemistry, but things turn steamy

Warnings: Smutish just second base sorta stuff


You sat in your living room, anxiously awaiting the arrival of your tutor. You recently failed your last Chemistry test, and you hadn’t been doing too great all semester, so your teacher assigned you a tutor. Even though you knew you needed one, you weren’t too happy about being forced into it. You were afraid it was going to be super awkward and you were just going to look like an idiot.

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Mafia Princess (3/?)

Steve x Reader
WC 1370
Summary You’re the well-known daughter, Mafia Princess, of high-profile mob boss, Tony Stark. When Stefano “Steve” Rogers comes to town to conduct business for his father, your father insists that you spend time with him, showing him the town. You know that there’s more to it than just that and you’re determined to find out what’s going on between the families before you get in over your head with Steve but he’s certainly going out of his way to entice you. When you learn what’s in store, will you fight your fate or accept your destiny as Mafia Princess?
Warnings SMUT masturbation, fingering, public exposure, swearing, dirty talk, reader almost gets run over by a car, mention of alcohol use, smoking
AN This was supposed to be a oneshot for @whotheeffisbucky ‘s challenge but it got way out of control. I hope you enjoy it! There’s smut so 18+. Tags are open and feedback is always welcome!… (One of the exchanges between Steve and reader actually occurred to me in real life… wonder if any of you will guess which one?)

Cara mia - my darling
Bella: sweetie

You walked into the narrow hallway that lead out the back door and when you stopped abruptly, Steve grabbed your arms to keep from crashing into you.

“Y/N, what the hell?”

“Sorry,” you turned so you were facing him, “Your car’s at the front.”

He gave your arms a squeeze, “I took care of it,” he smiled at you, “but that’s sweet that you thought of me.”

You scoffed, “I’m not thinking about you, I’m thinking about that sexy car of yours.”

Steve’s smile deepened and he pulled you slightly closer to him, “Is it just my car that you find sexy?”

You put your arms around his neck and moved so you spoke directly into his ear, “Well,” you purred, “if I’m being honest,” you pulled back, “yes. Just your car.” You turned around and continued to walk towards the door and you heard the sound of his laughter ringing out behind you.

When you finally made it to the back door, you pushed it open and walked into the alleyway. Steve’s car wasn’t there so you began walking towards the street when he called you back.

“Y/N, valet’s bringing my car around. Just hold on.”

You turned to him and noticed he was leaning casually against the wall, lighting up a cigarette. The way the shadows crossed his face made him look more dangerous than you had seen him, harder even, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you. Suddenly, a bright light caught your attention; looking towards the street, a car was heading straight towards you. You gasped, frozen when strong arms grabbed you and pulled you against the wall seconds before the car would’ve run you over.

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something different [jake d. x fem!reader]

whats this? a double post????

somewhat based off of this:

 ( dude i didn’t realize how much i needed jake/reader until u wrote that thing (which was rlly good btw) would u mind doing another jake thing? maybe where like reader isn’t affected by all his usual stuff he pulls to get The Ladies (either they don’t rlly notice or don’t care or w/e) and he’s like Woah cause he isn’t used to that, u know )

(thank u anon for the idea and i loaf u)

i love jake dillinger more than life itself i s2g

fem!reader because im a self-indulgent fuck

warnings: uhhhhh langauge n that’s it

        You were a enigma to Jake Dillinger. He sat behind you in English, he’d tap your shoulder and ask for a pencil or an eraser or a piece of paper with the smile that so many other people melted at, and you brushed it off carelessly, jabbing whatever he wanted in his direction. He’d trail behind you, calling your name and somehow managing to carelessly flow around you while on crutches, as he watched you dodge question after question, keeping to yourself as much as you desired, a smile playing upon your lips - something Jake focused on sometime without realizing. He didn’t remember when exactly he noticed you - as if the clouds parted and there you were one day. The girl that sat in front of him, the girl who braided her hair after math tests because she had nothing better to do, the girl who wore red lipstick every Friday because it made her confident - you were there and you just appeared out of the blue, despite miraculously sitting in at least one of his classes since third grade.

        Hell, he didn’t remember you in elementary school until Christine had brought out a yearbook she’d kept. But there you were in one year in his homeroom class with Ms. Luis, red cast shining out from the spot you were sitting in. Christine remembered you  - heck, even Brooke and Jenna did. He didn’t remember that you’d asked him to sign your cast, and he did - putting ‘JAKEY D’ at your wrist in his terrible fourth grade scrawl, right above Chase Roberts’s name. Heck, you had only remembered that because Chloe had signed quickly after - her name right next to Jake’s. Christine said she had remembered singing off-key next to you in the Thanksgiving play. Brooke remembered you two picking flowers during recess and talking about how pretty they were, and how you brought her a flower crown for her birthday along with a pretty pink journal with flowers decorating the front - and apparently, you worked at the local Pinkberry, so even Chloe knew at least your face and vaguely recognized you in class. Everyone seemed to have at least some vague shape of you in their mind - Jeremy remembered a project with you in freshman year, Rich remembered you telling him to fuck off during his sophomore year - hell, even Michael seemed to notice you as the girl who offered him a faintly warm cinnamon roll when he was having a bad day.

        You were adorable. How had Jake never noticed you?

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Not Your Baby (Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Request: @emmamcarthur Hi! Could you do a Stiles imagine where him and the reader are dating, and the reader is like three years younger than him and he always reminds her that he’s older and more mature, and he baby’s her all the time, so she ends up telling him it bothers her and then it’s really fluffy?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Notes: I’m so sorry it took my MONTHS to write this but I had some personal issues so I didn’t really have the time nor the inspiration to write. SOOORRRRRYYYY. (proofread by @kruemelmonszter-blog )

Word count: 859

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

When Stiles and (Y/N) first started dating, both of them were confronted with a lot of skepticism. Reason for that was their age difference. Stiles being a senior in high school and (Y/N) being a sophomore, some people weren’t that happy about it as their friends were. But the negative comments, as well as the nasty glances they got, didn’t stop them from loving each other. No, it made their love for each other impossibly stronger.

As (Y/N) quickly walked into the cafeteria, wanting to get away from her economic class as soon as possible, her sight fell onto her boyfriend and their friends, passionately discussing something she couldn’t hear from where she was standing. After getting her food, she decided to join them. “Whatcha talking about?” she asked as she placed her tray onto the table. “Nothing kids your age should hear,” Stiles teased her as she sat down next to him and pecked her cheek. “I’m not that young!” she exclaimed, “Besides, it’s not like I don’t know about all this supernatural mess in Beacon Hills. Thanks again, Malia.” Back then, before (Y/N) knew about werewolves, kitsune, banshees and all that stuff, Stiles made everyone promise not to tell (Y/N) about everything. The main reason for that was because he didn’t want her to get involved or, even worse, hurt. But at some point, Malia couldn’t stand all the secrecy anymore and told (Y/N). Ever since then, (Y/N) was part of the weekly pack meetings and helped Stiles with his late-night brainstorming. “We were just discussing the topics for our upcoming exams. Y’know adult stuff, (Y/N),” said Stiles, earning laughs from his friend. However, all the young girl could do was force a smile onto her face. This had been going on even long before she started dating the massive goofball. At the beginning, she thought it was funny, she enjoyed it, but now she was bothered by it, in fact, she hated the fact that Stiles constantly reminded her that he was older than her. She didn’t feel as young as she was, felt more mature even. After everyone calmed down, Lydia asked what her friends got planned for the weekend since it was Friday and they all only had one lesson left, expect for the ones who had lacrosse training afterwards. “Well, Stiles and I wanted to have a Star Wars marathon this weekend, right? Or do you have to study for the exams?” The (h/c)-haired girl turned to her boyfriend. “Nope, Star Wars marathon is still planned. You get the snacks, right, babe?” (Y/N) nodded quickly as their friends continued their conversation.

Later that evening, Stiles set everything in his room up. The bed turned into a giant mess of pillows and blankets, the TV was already on, a random music channel playing in the background and the lights were dimmed so it was as comfortable as it could possibly get. As the doorbell rang he quickly made his way downstairs, sadly he wasn’t fast enough and his dad already answered the door. “(Y/N), it’s good to see you! Come in. I’ll leave you two alone, Sheriff’s duty calls.” Without waiting for an answer, he walked out of the door, closing it gently behind him, leaving the couple alone. “Hey, babe,” Stiles pecked her lips and took her hand to take his girlfriend upstairs to his room. “So, I’ve been thinking…” (Y/N) trailed off as they both sat down on his bed. “Oh god, you want to break up. I’m so sorry, (Y/N). Whatever I did, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t break up with m- “She stopped Stiles’ rambling with pressing her lips to his. “I won’t break up with you. It’s just…Look, I hate it that you treat me like a baby. I can’t stand it, I feel like you treat me more like a little sister than your girlfriend,” (Y/N) mumbled out the end, afraid of what Stiles would think of her. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I thought it was just funny teasing. I’ll stop, I swear. And to make it up to you, we’ll watch (favorite movie) tonight and order from that one place you love so much.” Without saying anything she just hugged him tightly and pressed her face into his chest. “Thank you so much for not thinking I’m overreacting.”

When Sheriff Stilinski came home later that night, he tried to be as quiet as possible, but as he noticed the TV in his son’s room still running he decided to take a look since it was almost 4 AM. The moment he peeked into the room a smile slowly made its way onto his face. Pillows were laying scattered all over the room, the food stood, half eaten, on his desk, the TV was still on and in the middle of this mess his son was laying in his bed, happily snoring his face off with his girlfriend spread out over him, her head rising and falling with every breath he took. Mr. Stilinski silently walked into the room, shut off the TV and closed the room, letting both teenagers continue their peaceful sleep.

bts reacts - You having SEVERE Depression

Originally posted by bwiseoks


He would most likely feel the need to be by your side 24/7. Making sure you ate properly, making sure you did not neglect yourself or do self-harm to yourself. On The day when you felt the need to cry, he would be by your side, quietly holding you as you cry into his chest. He would make you your favorite dish, and even go as far as to do act our your favorite scenes in K-dramas with you. You felt the happiest when at night as he holds you, and rocks you to slumber. 

Originally posted by fullfangirling27


He would notice right away because he too has depression and knows all too well how a person is supposed to act when depressed, like distancing themselves from the world. You would stop texting, calling or even visiting him at their apartment/Big hit building. He took initiation by visiting you with a gift, (Insert Favorite Thing). He would sit down with you, ask if you wanted to talk to him about whatever is bothering you; he would stay over and, note he hates to cuddle but knowing that you were in a bad predicament at the moment, he would lay like a statue all night just to make you happy. He loves leaving a trail of kisses on your forehead as you slept peacefully. 

Originally posted by rapnamu


He would notice the way you always said “I’m sorry.” a lot for the weirdest of thing. 

“Damn it, I broke my glasses again.”

“I”m sorry.” 


He found it quite cute at first, but now it seemed concerning. He asked if you were okay because you said sorry a lot. You of course replied.

“Oh…I don’t mean too, sorry…I mean-” He would chuckle, but pull you in for a hug. 

“Talk to me. Why are you so sorry all the time? is it a nervous thing?” You hid your face into his chest while speaking but he pulls you back and said to please repeat that.

“I”m Afraid of rejection, it makes me sad when people reject me. I’ve been stressing and- I’m just really really sad. I hate talking about my feelings Nam Joon, I’m sorry I sound like a crying brat.” Your voice trembles as hot tears well up. “I’m a nuisance.”  Then he would get it immediately, he would pull you into a hug and embrace you tightly.

“Have you ever thought about talking to a therapist, to let out your feelings. Maybe even me? I’m here baby, I’m for you. So never be afraid”

He would talk with you and leave kisses all over your face. 

Originally posted by bangtan-hobi


He would be able to notice this a lot slower than the last two since he is always so happy. He himself suffers depression but masks it with a smile most of the time, which would relieve you sometimes; until you remember he is hiding his pain which only intensifies your sadness. He would notice one day come home to you crying in the corner of the living room. He would rush over to you as ask what’s wrong while holding you close. 

“I hate myself, I’m so ugly that people ignore me! I never have friends because I’m just a failure at life.” He would be full of shock and his heart drops immediately once he hears you crying louder. 

He pulls you in tighter while trying his best to not cry as well but all fails when she says, “How can you love someone like me?” His tears would spill over, which causes you to look up in shock as a sob escapes his mouth. “H-Hoseok?” 

“Don’t say this Y/N, I love you way to much. I can’t take hearing you put yourseld down when your such a beautiful person INSIDE and OUT.” He shouted the last part while stuffing his face into the crook of your neck as he mumbles muffled why your neck. “I love you with all of my heart, please don’t break when I’m here for you. Don’t do this alone Y/N…Don’t…” He sobs.

“I’m sorry hoseok!” You clung to him as you both sobbed, until you both fell asleep. His back against the wall, and you in between his legs while you laid your head on his chest. 

Originally posted by jikookshandshake


He would try to make you smile as much as he can. Seeing you walk around their apartment with a frown was a downer for him, knowing he could not help you smile as much as you wanted to smile.

“I wanna smile again-”

He one day got so desperate that he hurt himself, which caused you to break out in tears. He would panic as he stood up limping towards you. You held him close while apologizing, he would cling onto you while whispering not to cry.

“It’s okay baby, I’m fine; I only slipped-” He chuckled to mask his shaky voice, he held his tears back. “Look, I’m still mochi!” He grabbed both of your hands placing them on his cheeks as he puffs them out making a kissy face. You smiled softly before you pecked his lips. He would give you the best eye smile he could, but by him knowing that you were so depressed to hurt him so much.

“I’ll protect you, Y/N. So don’t cry no more. Please?” 

Originally posted by mvssmedia


He tried it all.

Cudling you, Kissing you, singing to you, playing with you. Then went to the extremes of seeking medical help by going to the doctor so you can seek a therapist, you ended up on pills you don’t even take regularly. You only hid in your room, which slowly became a pig stye, which he hated so much.

He would come over with the spare key you gave him to find the home a mess, you were just giving up like this and it angered him. Instead of being angry, he has been writing sweet letters to you, since you only stayed in your room until a certain time at night, never showing yourself in the daytime.

He stood infront of your door, slipping an envelope, underneath the door. He knocks twice before standing there for a few minutes. He hoped you would some day open the door, so he could hold you once more and tell you to stop hiding from him. He loved you so much, he missed you so much; you needed him badly and you kept hiding away.

He looks down at his feet as a tear slips down his eye, he spoke softly.

“Y/N…I will stay here…until you open this door.” He looks up at the closed door, his lips pressed into a thin line. He walks backward and slides down the wall so that he was facing your doorway. 

“…..” Silence.

six hours later, you had opened the door, thinking he had left like always; he didn’t really mean he would stay for you; he would leave you like everyone else did. You gasped shocked seeing him, sleeping against the wall, you covered your mouth.

He jolted awake because of your sharp gasp, and he stood up not moving much towards you; he wanted to give you space.

“Hi..” He says nervously, your lips trembled before you ran to him; shocking him. 

“Taehyung!” You embraced the hell out of him, he lays his head into your fluffy hair while humming. “I love you…f-forgive me..”

“No Reason to be sorry- Just let me help you. Stop hiding from me…let me help you.” You looked up at him, in time for him to place a soft kiss on your lips.

Originally posted by sugutie


This boy here knew nothing about depression on a personal level, but he knew what the symtoms were. He’s been around yoongi, and saw how he sulked a lot. So to see you showing different signs of symptons through him off. 

You would sulk, but also hide away; you would pull away from his embraces, and say you were bothering him when you were not. You weren’t as confident as when you had met him before, how you would always laugh at him when he would loose a game and mock him.

How you took his words to heart, some words he never mean to hurt you with like

“Wow, your such a cry baby!”  or “Look at my chubby, baby~” he would coo lovingly, only to have you snap at him, and then right back apologize; then hide away in your room. 

You wore hoodies a lot, beanies, or hats. He does too, but you only did it because you were not keeping your hygine up which made him made knowing you were going down like this.

“Y/n! come here…let’s at least shower together, no not in that way- I will clean your back for you.”

You stopped eating all together, which caused you to collapse one day, that was the final straw before he too snapped. You cried and cried, he apologized and apologized. You both decided therapy would help, but did not. So he would take it into his own hands by helping you get better himself. 

He would make sure you take your depression pills, help you clean up, go to the gym with him instead of hide in your room. He would cuddle you day and night, sleeping or just chilling out on a warm spring day. He would be careful of his words around you, and try to kiss your wounds away as much as he could.

“I love you, Y/N.”


Jesus I did not expect the last two and Namjoons to turn into a fanfiction.

I have depression, and no one to do these things with me. So I kind of poured my pain into this one.


{ always learning }

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t/w: yelling/fighting

summary: thomas tells you about martha.

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pt. 4

You sat at the dining room table of Thomas’ house, a big mug of tea in between your hands. It’s the only thing that keeps you from shaking. It’s the only thing that keeps you from crying.

 You don’t know what to do next. You don’t know what you’ll do when Thomas gets home. All you feel now is numb.

You took a sip of your tea. You hardly felt it as it burned your throat.

The clock read 5:30 pm. You knew Thomas was home since the garage door opened. You heard him coming in, heard him shut the garage door, and check the security system. It’s routine. He does it like clock work. You wanted to greet him excitedly, want to greet him with a kiss, but you can’t–or rather you don’t want to.

“Hey, darlin’.” He hummed, leaning down to kiss your temple. When you moved away from him, he froze. He eyed you worriedly. This wasn’t like you at all. You stared ahead blankly.

“You okay?”

“Fine.” You said quickly, but there was an slight edge in your voice. He knew that tone. He let out a sigh.

“No, you’re not.” He set his things down on the dining room table. “What’s wrong?”

You shifted a little in your seat, uncomfortable as he sat down just in front of you. You looked up at him eventually, glaring at him from across the table.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You grumbled. You set your mug down and pushed yourself out of the seat. You started to head out of the kitchen. You couldn’t deal with him. Everything you wanted to say was swirling around in your head. You were too frustrated. You were too angry. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” He called after you. He quickly got up from his chair and followed you worriedly. “Don’t walk away from me.”

“I can do whatever the hell I want.” You snapped, turning back only to look at him. You felt your heart pounding as you finished your outburst. You stopped for a moment before you spoke up again. “Clearly, you think you can too.”

You turned to go back up the stairs and Thomas reluctantly trailed after you.

“Baby, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sighed. You were halfway up the stairs and he was still standing at the bottom. He suddenly sounded so exhausted and for a moment, you stopped. You listened. “Come down, please. We can talk about this.”

“I said I’m not fucking talking to you.” You spat, gripping the railing of the staircase tighter.

“You are right now.”

“It’s like you want me to slap you.” You turned around and glared at him from where you stood. “I don’t have time for your smart alec behavior.”

“Then what do you have time for?!” He yelled up at you. You flinched at the sound of him raising his voice. “I come home and you’re yelling at me, but you won’t fucking tell me what I did! Could you maybe not be so immature?”

“That’s a low blow and you know it.” You whispered.

“I think I’m being pretty kind at the moment.” Thomas snapped back.

You walked down the stairs, stopping half way. Your hands were shaking. Your throat felt tight. “I’ll stop being immature when you tell me why Martha’s been calling the house.”

“W-What?” Thomas frowned, looking at you confused.

“M-Martha’s been leaving messages this whole week and I’ve heard every single one of them ring out through this damn house.” You spat, your eyes welling up with tears. “Could you maybe not be so immature and tell me why she’s calling the house?”

“I don’t know.” Thomas said softly. “I-I don’t -”

“You make no sense! You tell me how much you love me. You shower me with gifts and love and affection and you don’t even have the decency to cut off ties with your ex?!” You shoved him back, causing him to stumble slightly. “Do you think I’m stupid?! Just because I’m younger than you, do you think you can take advantage of me?!”


“Because I’m not stupid!” You felt your shoulders shaking. “I-I’m not…” You felt your tears finally spill over. You bit your lower lip to keep it from trembling further and clenched your fists in a vain attempt to keep yourself calm.

Thomas could see you crumbling before him. He saw you slowly became more closed off, saw how you were on the brink of breaking down. He reached out to you slowly, hand extended out to you in a vain attempt to console you.

“Baby, come down.”

“No.” You said weakly, pulling your hand away from him when he tried to touch you. “Y-You’re not over her are you?” You looked at him warily.

There was no warmth in your eyes. There was no smile on your face. You were pissed, you were hurt, and he was to blame.

“Every time I ask about her, you give me some half-hearted answer and for a while, I trusted you. I really believed he loves me. I trust him and he loves me.” You let out a shaky sigh. “But that was stupid of me. I was stupid to love you, but -” You looked him right in the eye. “I won’t settle for you. I’m not and I will not be okay with being second.” You said lowly. “So go. Call her back because as far as I’m concerned we’re done here.”

Thomas looked up at you helplessly, but he wasn’t sure what to do. You wouldn’t let him touch him, barely even looked at him. He felt his eyes grow glassy, felt his head spinning. He was watching you slip away from him. And he didn’t know what to do.

“Baby, -”

“Tell me you’re over her.” You said quietly. “Tell me you really didn’t know why she was calling. Tell me about her. Tell me the truth.”

Thomas couldn’t find the words, at least not in time for your liking.

“Figured.” You said coldly.

“It’s my place to tell you about Martha.” He said softly, but his voice increased in volume. “You need to respect that.”

“R-Respect what?” You scoffed. “The fact that you’ve been lying to me, been keeping me in the dark, for this long?” You shook your head. “You don’t deserve anything from me.”

You walked away from him to get your bag from upstairs. When you came back to the staircase, Thomas was still standing there dejectedly.

“We’re done.” You said, looking him in the eye one last time. “Goodbye, Thomas.”

He doesn’t stop you. Even if he did, you wouldn’t have listened to anything he said. Knowing that hurts more than anything.

You go into work. You were happily serving customers, making their complicated orders of coffee when you looked up to see Thomas in line. 

He was dressed for work–a dress shirt, no tie, and a blazer. Today, he wore a navy blue one. You felt at a loss as you looked into his eyes. He looked tired. You didn’t look any better. 

He’d never seen you at work–behind the counter that is. Peggy had given him the address. Your hair was pulled back so it was out of your face and you were dressed in your uniform, apron on with your name tag clipped onto it. 

 “What do you want?” You said bluntly. 

 “We need to talk.” He countered. 

 “I’m working, asshole.” You stressed. 

“Fine. Get me a flat white and meet me at the table over there.” 

“You’re going to have to wait a while.” 

 “No problem.” 

 “Name?” You said coldly, looking up at him. 

 “Really?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“If you don’t tell me, I’m just going to write asshole.” 

 “Thomas.” He said through gritted teeth. 

 “Thank you, sir.” You handed him back his card after swiping it into the machine. “Your order will be ready shortly.” 

 Thomas gave you a tight smile before turning to go sit in a table. 

 “What no tip?” You grumbled. 

 “No. Cashier was rude.” He shot back. 

 You rolled your eyes in annoyance before greeting the next customer with a cheerful smile. 

 Eventually, your coworker made Thomas’ order. He called his name and Thomas got his drink, sat down at the table he pointed out to earlier. 

 You were distracted as you worked. Every time you looked up, he was still there. Thomas hadn’t moved from where he sat. He looked bored even, unbothered by what you were making him do. He just sat on his phone, worked on a couple of things as he sat near the window. 

Eventually, your shift ended. You said goodbye to your coworkers, clocked out, and returned your apron in the back. You came out from behind the register and sat across from him at the table. He looked up at you right away as you got settled in. You shifted in your seat before you handed him a little paper bag. 

“You mentioned to me one time that you never had a cake pop.” You said quietly, eyes downcast. “There’s, um, birthday cake and chocolate in there.” 

“Thanks.” He said softly, looking up at you. You wouldn’t meet his eyes, but he knew you were listening. He knew you were well aware that he was watching you. “We need to talk.” 

 “I know.” You whispered, still looking down. Thomas bit his lip. He slowly extended his hand out to you. You stared at it warily. 

 “Will you hear me out?” He asked, voice gentle and soft, so different from the last time you two spoke. You took his hand slowly. 


 He sighed in relief before speaking up. “Martha was calling the house because she knew you were at my place. I don’t know how she knew you were there, but -” He paused. “It was to start trouble. The first voicemail was important. The others weren’t. But, I changed the home phone number and I blocked her number so she won’t be calling me or the house again. I promise you that. You can go through my phone or -” 

“I just want you to do one thing right now.” You looked up at him. 

“Anything, darlin’.” He breathed out. 

“I want you to tell me about her.” 

Thomas couldn’t hide the surprised look on his face. “Here? N-Now?” 

 “I’m off.” You said with a shrug. “I finished my shift a couple minutes ago.” 

“Okay. Why don’t we go to the park nearby?” Thomas offered. “Might be a little more quiet.”

You slowly nodded and slipped out of your seat. Thomas instinctively helped you as you got up, but you could tell he was still wary, still unsure what to do. You took Thomas’ arm, for convenience, for comfort. You also didn’t have the heart to let go. Thomas pushed the door open for the two of you. Cake pops in hand, you started to walk down the streets and to the park nearby.

You found a bench and you sat down beside him. You let out a little sigh before Thomas spoke up again.

“I dated Martha for almost a year. She was smart. Wealthy. Gorgeous.” He cleared his throat a little. “We met at some party. I left James to get another drink and there she was, at the bar. She ordered a scotch.” Thomas chuckled. “Most women don’t order scotch so she seemed…different. 

“She was nice. Interesting, but the first sign that I should have left her was that she hated Dolly. Couldn’t stand her. And you know Dolly. She’s nice to everyone, but Martha wouldn’t even stay in the same room as her. She’d leave if I was having Dolly and James over or she’d cancel if I mentioned they’d be there. She was just…horrible. There was no threat either. Dolly was engaged to James, but Martha just couldn’t deal with her.” 

“She was very narcissistic.” Thomas continued, voice soft, tone even. “James minored in psych. Spotted all the signs, but I wasn’t listening. She lacked empathy. Had this…grandiose sense of self-importance.” He bit his lip. “She was established herself, but she still wanted my money.” He stopped for a moment and you looked at him. “Before you say, it, you’re not like her. You’re nothing like her. You could look past my money, but she -” He let out a sigh. “She loved me for what I could give her. She loved the idea of me. 

“If she felt we were drifting, she’d make up some scenario that would require me to spend time with her. It was…just exhausting.” He whispered. “And, finally I called it off. We broke up. She didn’t take it well. She slapped me, in fact.” 

“Thomas.” You looked up at him right away, appalled at what he said.

 “It didn’t hurt.” He brushed it off. “Woke me up actually.” He laughed. “Then of course, she gave the whole you’ll never find anyone as good as me blah blah blah. I believed her for a little. Just focused on my work. Figured, next time I get into a relationship, I didn’t want to deal with all the work. Signed up for that website. Clicked on your profile. Found you.” He gave you a shy smile. 

 “I r-really didn’t mean to hurt you, baby.” Thomas said shakily, taking your hand. 

“You did anyway.” You said, looking down at your shoes. 

“I know.” He sighed, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. “Can you forgive me?” 

You waited a moment before looking up at him. “Are you committed to me? Are you done with Martha?”

“Yes. Of course, I am.” Thomas met your eyes, eyes soft. His eyes were shiny. You could see he was hurt. He was truly sorry. You could see that. You pursed your lips together. 

“All I wanted was for you to tell me.” You whispered. 

“I know. I’m so sorry.” 

You slowly turned to him. You moved slightly and opened your arms out to him. Thomas pulled you close to his chest. You heard him breathe out a sigh of relief as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He ducked his head down into your shoulder, clinging onto you. 

 “I-I love you so much.” He said, voice shaking slightly. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I wasn’t thinking. The last thing I want to do is lose you again.”

“Just be honest with me and I’ll be honest with you,” You whispered. “As long as we do that, we’ll be fine.”

You ran your hands through his curls, hoping to soothe him slightly. It worked. You felt his shoulders drop slightly. He relaxed in your hold. You rubbed his back before kissing his cheek. Thomas pulled away, eyes watering a little. 

You cupped the side of his face, brushing your thumb along his cheek. “I know you’re still beating yourself up over this.” 

 Thomas laughed a little, ducked his head down before looking at you. “Yeah. A little.” 

“I forgive you.” You whispered. “I just wanna go home.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, looking out at the park with him. It was a nice day out–not too hot, but not too cold. Trees were growing. The sun was shining. It was a pretty scene. 

“I really missed you.” Thomas rubbed your shoulder, pulling you close to his side. 

“I missed you too. I want to see you eat your very first cake pop.” You cracked a little smile. “We’re good now, okay?” 

 “Yeah. Okay.” 

 You looked around, trying to figure out where you were. 

“We can take the subway if you want.” 

“Never taken it.” Thomas mumbled.

 “Fucking rich people,” You laughed before taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. “I’ll show you how to! Come on.” 

Thomas listened to you intently as you explained to him how it works. He was well aware that he had this dumb sort of smile on his face, but just hearing your talk–even if it was about using the subway–made him feel at ease. 

You walked down to the station, showed him where he could get his Metrocard. You looked over a map together, helping him navigate his way. You figured out what train you needed to get on and then what station you’d have to get off at. Of course it wouldn’t lead you right to his house, but you’d be a little closer than before. 

Once you were on the subway, you decided to stand. You held his hand and leaned into his side as the subway pulled away from the station. Thomas wrapped an arm around you before leaning down to kiss your head. You rested your head against his chest. You looked up at him and he kissed you once more. You closed your eyes.

The subway moves forward, running along the track until everything around you seems to blur.


BTS Reaction to their significant other having a Noona kink/wanting to be called Noona~.

For Anon ^_^ I took the creative liberty to make it a bit more cutesy. I hope you don’t mind. That’s just the mood I’m in. <3

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baby fever.

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung just really loves kids. And you just really love Taehyung.

Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1.8k

It was no secret that Taehyung loved kids. He loved playing with his nephew, his small cousins, or the child of any stranger that happened to be around him at the time. You’d met him in a park when you were babysitting your neighbor’s toddler, actually, and when she wouldn’t stop crying after scraping her knee he swooped in to save the day.

“Hey! Hey, it’ll be okay,” he cooed, squatting down next to you as you cradled her teary face. You jumped a little at the sudden intrusion, but the handsome stranger seemed harmless enough. “Don’t be upset, do you want ice cream?” he said softly, smiling at your neighbor’s daughter sincerely. She sniffled still, but his proposition stopped the majority of her tears. She gave him a large nod as she wiped her eyes, which made him smile. His adorably rectangle-shaped grin made butterflies appear in your stomach, especially when he turned it on you. “Would you allow me to buy you two some soft serve?”

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anonymous asked:

What if the chocobros came home one day and they find their s/o smoking a cigarette on the balcony?

It was always drilled into my head to never smoke, like ever! So to this day, I’ve never done it…If you do it, I don’t think anything negative of you, yet I’ve always been told it’s no good.



He was no stranger to tobacco smoke, often times during balls and galas a lot of the elder gentlemen would retire to the ‘Smoking Room’ to have whiskey and talk about their wives and children. Yet Prince Noctis was surprised to smell it coming from his apartment after waking up from his nap.  Following his nose out to the balcony he was shocked to see you holding a cigarette between your fingers.

You had once told him, all throughout high school you smoked, and had actually quit cold turkey when you both had started dating. How hard it was at first, and when he had come home one evening with his suit jacket smelling of tobacco it took everything in your power to not go and purchase a pack. So he made certain to always avoid the smoking room now, yet maybe last night he had lingered around the area too long…

Noctis moved to grab the stick from your fingers when you suddenly put it out and tossed it below. Placing your head within your hands, as you sighed heavily.

“Noctis, am I really so weak?”

Noctis moved over wrapping you up within his arms.“Hey, you aren’t weak, I’m proud of you.”



The moment he saw you smoking on the balcony, Prompto came and stood beside you. He never said anything just stood silently beside you. Yet when you attempted to move away the man would move to close the distance again.

“Pom.” You began.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Prompto stated rather quickly, as he noticed the patch on your arm.  “It’s hard, I know.”



As a hunter, Gladiolus knew that there were quite a few other things that could be worse than catching you on the porch with a cigarette between your lips. He heard the horror stories of people getting addicted to elixir, and some of even worse.

The thing being he never smelt it on you, so maybe it was a once in a time thing, yet still, it wasn’t a good thing to have should you wish to continue with your training. “Babe.”


“Any reason you doing that?”

You looked to the stick within your fingers, as you took one more drag before putting it out on the concrete below your feet. Moving over to your boyfriend, as you reached into your shirt, pulling out a pack, shoving it into his chest. “Do whatever you want with it, it’s my only pack. I’m going to go take a shower.”

Gladiolus groaned, hopefully, this would be your wake up call. He loved you, yet he refused to have you poison yourself this way.



The moment Ignis stepped into the house and smelled smoke, he had unfortunately thought the worse. He quickly rushed through the house, checking the stove, only to find everything off, yet he saw the sliding glass door to the balcony slightly open. Moving closer, the man saw you leaning over the rail a trail of smoke from your fingertips than moved to your lips.


You jumped, turning around before looking to man, “Ignis, did you just get home?” You gasped, looking around trying to find someplace to put out the cigarette within your fingertips.

Ignis moved to open his mouth, only to stop as he motioned toward the planter beside you, as you quickly put out the stick, “Is there a carton?”

“No, I got it from one of the recruits.” You sighed hating to be caught this way. “I’m sorry.”

Ignis sighed, he really wanted to yell at you, say something that wasn’t the familiar song and dance that you both went through when he had first caught you a while ago, a nasty habit you picked up from your years as a ballerina. “We’re back at square one.”

You hung your head, going cold turkey wasn’t as easy as people put it out to be.