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100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

It’s amazing to see how much we can create together, my amigos. Here’s part 4.

  1. “Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”
  2. “Do your parents know you’re dating Death?” “No, I promised we wouldn’t get back together after he broke up with me the first time.”
  3. “Wait why am I naked and covered in cheese?”
  4. “Good god, that cake is fuckin stale and dry mate!!” “Just like how you are recently? Gee, thanks.”
  5. "There is always time for a high-five.”
  6. “Karen, what would ever posses you to find me here.”
  7. “Oh my god, put that man down! Come on, let’s go get you some REAL food.”
  8. “A demonic sugar glider?”
  9. “People always say they never thought they would be here but I absolutely did.”
  10. “And I thought I was a bit weird. But you! You are insane!”
  11. “So your hair knows kung-fu? Ha, that’s nothing! MY hair knows HAIR-ATE!” (You know, as in karate) (This used to be an insider between me and a friend…)
  12. “One day, darling, you and I are going to conquer the Universe not just our world.”
  13. “Did you seriously think they wouldn’t notice when their humans went missing?!”
  14. “Well, maybe next time you should consider that not everyone wants to be woken up at four in the morning by a- what IS that, anyway?!”
  15. “Now, how exactly did your foot get stuck in the barrel?”
  16. “I hope you realize what you’re doing. This forest never ends, you know that, right?”
  17. “You can’t just kill someone and then make it all better by saying sorry!”
  18. “Why the fuck is my cat levitating?!” “He said he wanted to feel what flying was”
  19. “You’re trying to tell me you killed three men…with a microphone?”
  20. “Hang on, are you a John Wick fan?”
  21. “IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING!” “And?” “ I have a strict no murder rule until eight. Call me then.”
  22. “I did realize you were going to be naked the whole time”
  23. “Ok, I understand you like animals, but you can’t just bring a tiger into the apparent without asking!”
  24. “I…I didn’t want you to find out like this. I’m so sorry.”
  25. “OH MY GOD CATHERINE! I JUST SAW A NARWHAL! I’M TELLING YOU, I SAW A FREAKIN’ WHALE UNICORN!”
  26. “I gotta go, I left my toaster in the oven!
  27. "Why is there a gaggle of fancy buisness men on my front lawn?”
  28. “Can you please stop referring to me as ____! That’s not my name!” “Then what is?” “I don’t know!”
  29. *Sarcastic* “Yeah, sure. I won’t at all mind being your footslave.” “Oh, goody! I knew you’d agree!” “Wait, what?”
  30. “When are you going to give up on this whole ‘evil’ thing?” “When it stops being so much fun!”
  31. “You didnt say to KILL the man!” “WELL I DIDNT SAY NOT TOO”
  32. “Mum, Dad… I’m gay.” “That’s nice, honey, but now is not the right time!”
  33. “Take a look at your soul and consider your life choices! Oh wait, that’s right! You don’t fucking have a soul!” “Oh, god, just go drown in a bathtub of syrup why don’t ya?”
  34. “I kindly ask you to please quit making your heart stop. It’s creeping me out!” “So… Y-You were sleeping in a coffin” “Yeah I’m used to it” “Are you a vampire or what?! How can someone get used to sleep in a coffin?” “No I’m used to sleep I never said that I’m used to sleep in a freaking coffin!”
  35. “Darling I love you, more than I can ever express in words…. But please stop teaching chickens necromancy.”
  36. “I wanted to know why you stole souls, not your melodramatic backstory…”
  37. “I really wish that old white man would stop rubbing his nipples at me”
  38. “You know it is written: Do not summon Satan, right ?”
  39. “Look around, what is this?” “My room?” “No, this is pathetic.”
  40. “I’ve been a professor for 20 years, and yet still my greatest secret hasn’t been revealed–I can’t read.”
  41. “Our souls don’t belong in these 'human’ bodies, every one of us is implanted here from another galaxy, and this has been the case for a thousand years. No one knows what 'actual humans’ are like without us inhabiting them.”
  42. “Did you just create a portal in time and space to pull another version of yourself into this world so I have to deal with another annoying idiot?” “No but thanks for the idea.”
  43. “You’re bleeding?!” “Nah, I’m frolicing in a field of flowers - yes I’m bleeding!”
  44. “Let me get this straight. I tell you that I make a decent omelette and you somehow equate that to qualification for piloting a spaceship?”
  45. “It’s the weekend! Let’s hit the town! See a concert, redo our wardrobes, get high, start a crime ring, I don’t know.”
  46. “Keep running, you’ve only got 4HP!”
  47. “This is clearly your first time. Stop screaming already, you’ll wake the neighbors!”
  48. “Has anyone seen the outdoors?” “What the fuck is an outdoors?”
  49. “Why do I feel like this again, I thought we were done with this?”
  50. “Look, as much as I like to hang out with you, I’ve gotta go and save the earth. Toodles!”
  51. “Have you seen?… oh shit”
  52. “Two questions: one, how many matches do you have, and two, where do you keep your socks?”
  53. “Because fuck surveys, that’s why!”
  54. “Stop yelling out the window or the koalas will rip your face off!”
  55. “I guess when I heard 'Night of Debauchery’… I didn’t picture muffins on your pajamas.”
  56. “Honey, you can’t keep throwing people to the pit of pain and despair just because they don’t like choc mint ice cream.”
  57. “Oh, no honey, put that back…”
  58. “It’s going to be too late, you know. It’s always too late.”
  59. “Hey, so, uh… I’m in trouble…” “What did you do this time?” “I got stranded in Wales….. again…”
  60. “OK, but… how do we get the dog out of a hole in space in time exactly?”
  61. “Aren’t people supposed to grow instead of shrink ?”
  62. “Wait. You’re aroused?” “Why would that surprise you?” “It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
  63. "I pay your taxes”
  64. “No, ____. We did not raise our hamster like this.”
  65. “You can’t run from your own shadow(s), what makes you think you can run from theirs?”
  66. “You adopted… a dog?” “Mate, that’s not a dog.”
  67. “And at this moment, he decided to punch himself in the face.” “Narrator, listen, I know you’ve been with me my whole life, but you’re a huge jerk.”
  68. “Why didn’t you tell me it was a portal BEFORE we ended up here?”
  69. “Is that…the Mona Lisa.” “…Yes…” “What did I say to you about stealing priceless artifacts!?” “…That I had to take you with me next time.” “Exactly!”
  70. “Yes, I agree, magic is pretty cool. But did you really have to use it for THIS?”
  71. “Despite the fact that was epic, you’re still suspended”
  72. “Chill, dad it’s not what you think it is!” “Well it looks like you’re making out with the demon your grandma banished to cellar…WHY IS HE IN YOUR ROOM?”
  73. “If you truly love me you’ll let me-OH FUCKING HELL DID YOU JUST STAB ME!?”
  74. “Spoon”
  75. “What began as a conflict over the transfer of consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war which has decimated a Million worlds.The ___ and the ___ have all but exhausted the the resources of a galaxy in their struggle for domination. Both sides, now crippled beyond repair, the remnants of their armies continue to battle on ravaged planets, their hatred fueled by over four thousand years of total war. This is a fight to the death. For each side, the only acceptable outcome is…“
  76. ”… I’m going back to bed. You brought it here, you can deal with the mammoth yourself.“
  77. "Is the food supposed to be moving?”
  78. “You mean to tell me that in the two minutes I was gone,  you bombed a minor country,  got married to a stripper,  and assassinated a world leader?!”
  79. “Is that a unicorn???? EATING MY BEEF JERKY?!”
  80. “Do I get to dream about you again tonight?”
  81. “Well now I have to change clothes AGAIN!”
  82. “All of this was because of a… OF A PLUSHIE?!” “Well…Yeah?” “Great, how are we going to get out of jail now?!”
  83. “So…you gonna tell me why my brother is upside down and why you’re wearing my purple thong?”
  84. “Did you really have to burn down another Cracker Barrel?”
  85. “Sir, that’s impossible, you can’t do that.” “IS THAT A FUCKING CHALLENGE?!?!”
  86. “We need to invade Portugal.” “…Sure, why not?”
  87. “Did you divide by zero?! YOU’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL”
  88. “Stand down, Milady, this is a matter between gentlemen with mustaches.”
  89. “Next time you get arrested I am NOT paying your bail” “That’s a lie and you know it.” “….”
  90. “I thought you were dead.” “So did I”
  91. “John dont flush the dog down the toilet”
  92. “What did I say again about resurrecting dictators??”
  93. “Cucumbers are NOT pets… what do you mean, you ate him??”
  94. “Are you and God seriously fighting right now? And what happened to Satan?”
  95. “Are ferrets supposed to be blue??”
  96. “I’m the protagonist? Well I guess that explains why I look like about a thousand other people.”
  97. “Why do I do this to myself?”
  98. “Stop eating your tortilla chips with ketchup. It’s unattractive.”
  99. “How do you eat an entire cheese wheel in one sitting?”
  100. “Why are God and Satan moving in with us?”

Let’s make one more ‘100 Dialogue Prompts’ list together. Leave a comment with your prompt below. Don’t forget the double quotes “”. And as always, only one prompt per amigo! Also, here is your random Dutch word of the day: pindakaas

A kind message to an old patron, and probably future patrons.

The only thing I can do for you, pal, is protecting your identity, even if I’m really mad, I won’t use this post to hurt you. I’ll make this post in order to give a little advice to creators’ content and people who are supporting them.

*******

Let’s clarify something.

I’m not forcing to people to give me an economical support to keep making Underverse and other art stuff. Fortunately, I am receiving the support for many people that are really interested in my work, some of them doesn’t even care the rewards I’m doing depending the amount of money they are pledging. They are amazing and lovely people that can be happy seeing that I’m growing and I’m building a future with my art thanks to them.

Even if I’m not getting enough money like other artists with all the effort I’m putting in my animations, I still don’t care, with the current $300 dollars I’m getting on Patreon each month  and other $200 I’m getting on Youtube I can pay the rent in our temporal house with my mother and save money to the future bills I’ll have to pay when a bank give us a credit to buy our own house.

I’m not using the money to buy clothes, to buy shoes, to buy something for my mother. All the money I’m saving is for that house and the rent.  I wanted to go to USA or Spain this year to a convention but I decided not to do it because I also have to save money for  a bed for mom when we get our house because she sleeps in the couch. And also an oven and a washing machine.  Because my dad never was able to do anything for us and my mom.

Now I put the main goal of my patreon aside and explain some stuff about WHY I’m really mad, dissapointed and sad about this situation, not only with this person, it has been with a lot of them that I had to block on my Patreon. 

BECAUSE THEY WERE LITERALLY FOOLING ME AND LAUGHING BEHIND MY BACK. OR AT LEAST THAT WAS HOW I FELT IT.

If you want to become my patreon, RESPECT THE RULES. 

If you can/want pledge just 1 dollar, I would be so glad with your help because any kind of help is very useful to me in order to reach that goal, or at least, making it easier to reach.

I am making rewards for all the three kind of pledges

I’m doing my best to give special content you won’t find on my Tumblr or Deviantart, and I’m also giving them a preview of my comics or some scenes of the animations.  No one goes without reward, 

Sometimes I can’t post all the rewards at the same time because each reward takes time, and I’m animating EVERYDAY with barely two or three breaks. I have to take half of a day to make a nice reward, because is the less thing I can do for my patrons for their help, even if they don’t want it.

But, dude, fooling at me and changing your pledge to STEAL the high rewards in that unfair way… I don’t think you really care how I’m feeling right now, and also other artist that probably you are/were “supporting”

You’re apologizing with me right now because I blocked you already…but what if I would never blocked you…? You were doing the same thing, because your acts are literally showing me that YOU’RE A STINGY GUY WHO DOESN’T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE ARTIST’S EFFORTS TO KEEP THEIR JOB STABLE.

IF YOU REALLY CAN’T HELP ME WITH MONEY BECAUSE YOU ALSO HAVE NEEDS, THEN DON’T WASTE YOUR MONEY ON ME. I PREFER YOU CAN SOLVE AND PAY YOUR STUFF FIRST.  AFTER ALL YOU PROBABLY WON’T HAVE TO GOING THROUGH THIS, AND HOPEFULLY YOU WON’T FIND PEOPLE THAT WILL DO THE SAME YOU DID TO ME.


EDIT: Is neccesary feeling that way, Jakei?
Yes. because if I don’t do something and say something about this, things like the Cami’s previews videos stolen thing would happen again, with a person even worse with intentions of steal money with the content from another person.

I wanted to start making commissions this month via Patreon, but now realizing the kind of people that are over there… I think I’ll have to open it later.


For the honest and kind patreons who are currently supporting me, thank you so much for your help, I’ll do  my best for giving you a better work with my animations and your well deserved rewards.

  • Takenaka: Alright, Kageyama, I've decided it's finally time to read your mind and see what you're really thinking.
  • Shigeo: Ok
  • Shigeo, internally: Broccoli is the most noxious vegetable in the damn world. I never want to have anything to do with it again. I hate broccoli so much, I hope it gets completely shredded in the blazing pressure of the atmosphere and never comes back. I hope aliens are real so they can abduct it and do horrific experiments on it before eradicating it permanently from existence in the most painful way possible. Alas, my vengeance still waits; my mother served broccoli in stir fry for dinner last night and I almost cried at the dinner table in front of God and everyone. Not that my expression would give it away, but it's the truth. I was almost brought to tears by a cooked vegetable. She had no way of knowing, bless her. She won't know. She can never know. The secret of my grudge against the broccoli must stay in my heart forever. Broccoli takes out everything that is good in this world if you let it take root. These health fads going around somehow still worship it like it's some sort of health god... I'll admit it's good for you, but their faith only makes the foul thing stronger and more palpable in its malcontent. The fools. The disrespectful, ungrateful naïveté disgusts me. Why should I shoulder this burden, this knowledge and pain of the truth, the real truth, all alone, while they continue on, still worshipping it in the face my loss. Nobody knows the trouble I've seen. Nobody knows my sorrow. Fuck broccoli.
  • Takenaka: Dude, what the fuck????? What did broccoli ever do to you?! Kill your best friend in some weird and horrific manner? Make everyone you know and love turn on you? Steal your life and identity?!
  • Shigeo:
  • Takenaka:
  • Shigeo:
  • Takenaka:
  • Shigeo:
  • Takenaka:
  • Shigeo: Yes.
dating ross butler | (would include)

Originally posted by kevinkeller

request

- being shorter than him even in heels

- “your such a bfg”

- hugs on hugs on hugs, he literally would give the warmest hugs

- you’d borrow -steal- his clothes like 24/7

- “is that my shirt?” “um well yes it it- also no longer yours

- lots of snuggling

- everywhere

- pda, so much god damn pda

- visiting him on set

- did i mention cuddles?

- constantly touching his hair

- you’d run your fingers through it when your snuggled up with him at night

- asking -begging- to let you braid it

- “no baby” “pleeeeeeassseee”

- him giving into you every time because he’s so inlove with you

- him being the first to say i love you

- make out sessions in his trailer

- cuddles in bed because he’s just a giant teddy bear

- inside jokes

- banter

- meeting the cast

- coachella with ross, the 13rw cast & the riverdale gang

- riding his shoulder during halsey

- piggy backs everywhere because you’re lazy

- ross trying to drag you to the gym

- “c'mon baby it’ll be fun”

- dancing in his kitchen

- going out to premieres always as his date

- ross always gushing about you even in interviews

- being his princess & number one fan

- binge watching 13RW with him on the couch, wine and junk food at hand

- crying because the shows triggering with your mental illness’

- “don’t cry baby, i love you”

- snuggles for comfort

- more banter

- “so zach is literally reggie but with more screentime”

- laughing so hard you nearly pee

- tickle fights

- road trips

- both of you singing -badly- at the top of your lungs

- catching him trying to get of guard photos of you

- “stopppppp!!!”

- lots of innuendo’s and constant teasing -especially in public-

- long distance when he’s working

- midnight text, because he’s -always- thinking about you

- protective ross

- especially when your out drinking and other guys try and flirt with you

- butt grabbing

- flirty in public almost always

- goofing off when it’s just you two

- being woken up by his dog in the mornings

- arguing over silly things but making up shortly after

- make outs

- make up sex

- trying to impress you

- “i bet you can’t actually do the spoon thing”

- him proving you wrong

- “yeah you’re forgiven”

- sarcasm 24/7

- forehead kisses

- his cologne all over your clothes and apartment

- movies nights

- going to sporting games

- wearing his teams colours

- “holy fuck you look so right now”

- blushing -constantly- whenever your around him

- being hopelessly in love

- dating a real life cinnamon roll

Concept

Grantaire in oversized sweaters with loose sleeves that hang past his hands with faint paint splatters on them from when he made a mess and forgot to clean it up; with white jeans that are ripped at the knees; with colourful converse; with flowers in his hair. 

Enjolras with blue jeans that are always immaculately clean; with a red and white letterman jacket; with dark combat boots.

Sometimes, Enjolras will wear Grantaire’s sweaters. They’re even bigger on him, and it makes Grantaire smile as bright as the sun, and his eyes reflect the moon. It makes him want to paint the beauty he sees in front of him. 

When Enjolras sees how happy it makes Grantaire, he starts wearing the sweaters more, putting flowers in his hair, being a soft boy- and Grantaire is sad, because Enjolras has stolen his clothes, (but he still is cute) so he steals his letterman jacket.

sakurafaith  asked:

Weeeell, since someone unfortunantly already stole my question´s answer and already made it as a comic before i did (Im pretty damn fucking upset about it, im debating to upload the comic or not since its no longer original or special.When Epic ask Gsans to borrow something from Frisk *Insert Lenny Face*) I wanted to ask a new question, tbh i dont know what to ask anymore..but um..What would Epic say to win EchoFrisks heart away from G? Make it good, Finally make this a comic, dont steal plz.

Epic: hey gurl!

Echo!frisk: uhm.. yes?

Epic: u must be a lightswitch

Echo!frisk: why?

Epic: cuz everytime i see u…
U TURN ME ON
Echo!frisk: wha-?!? ≧ˍ≦

G!sans: IMMA WHOOP YO ASS EPIC

Epic: bruuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh

anonymous asked:

Leonard snart x reader? Maybe some angst that ends in a happy ending of fluff and smut?

Sorry I took so long to get this done for you sweet anonymous human. There’s angst and fluff. Not really a smutty story, maybe a little titillation. Hope you like it if not I can try again.

Warning wise I’d say hints of an abusive ex. Hints of possible murder


 

Broken Door

      Huddled in an alley behind a dumpster, you had hoped your ex-husband hadn’t seen you. How was he able to find you? You scream when hands grabbed you.

     Familiar hands, friendly hands. “Wake up, kitten.” You stopped screaming. “You are having a nightmare.” The soothing sound of your friend’s voice. “Calm down or you’ll hurt yourself and me.”

     “Len?” He was so close to your face. Leonard looked concerned. “How’d you  get in?”

     “You were screaming. So I let myself in.” He was still in his parka, he and Mick must have been up to mischief. “I sent Mick to buy you a new door.”

     “You broke my door?”

     “As I said you were screaming, I let myself in.” What he didn’t say was that he was worried. But it was there in his tone. He took off his coat and and hung it on the doorknob of your closet door. Leonard sat down on the bed and sat quietly a bit before speaking, “He won’t ever hurt you again.”  

     You never asked what they did to him to make him leave. In the back of your mind you knew he was dead and that your friends had something to do with it. “I know.” You wrapped your arms around Leonard needing that human contact, he tensed up.

     Leonard was never really a hugger, he was hesitant about returning the hug. But he didn’t want you to pull away, so he pulled you into his lap and hugged you close breathing in your scent, committing it to memory. You were suppose to be his, he let you slip away and you came back, but he kept hesitating. “You never should have been with him, (y/n).”

     “I know that, now.” You whispered softly. You were where you wanted to be for so long, but even now his holding back was frustrating. “I’m not broken, Len. You won’t cut yourself on my sharp edges.”

       Leonard let out the breath he seemed to be holding. “Never said you were broken, kitten.” You pulled back slightly, letting him see your face. His eyes saying everything his voice wouldn’t say. “I won’t let anyone take you away from me again.” The words left his lips and you kissed him. He ran a hand through your hair, then took control of the kiss. Feeling lightheaded you broke the kiss.

       “Promise?” A whispered question as you shifted in his lap causing Leonard to moan involuntarily.

       “Yes.” he knew better than to do such things, make promises, but he couldn’t refuse. You bit your lip and Leonard leaned back in to steal another kiss. His soft chuckle as he realized you were trying to undo his pants, “What are you doing, kitten?”

       “Helping you get comfortable.” You tugged at his shirt to free it from his pants.

       “Should I help you?” That amused look on his face when you nodded. In one swift move he pushed you off his lap back onto the bed. You had let out a little yelp when he did that, “What other cute little noises do you make, (y/n)?” Leonard yanked off his shirt.

        “Pants, too.” he chuckled at that.

        “Seems a bit unfair, me stripping down while you keep on your clothes, kitten.” He let his pants fall to the floor.

        “Then come take them off me, Len.” You let out a squeal when he jumped on the bed. You tried to roll out of reach but he was too fast for you. Giggling as he straddled you to keep you from escaping.

        Leonard reached down and slowly started unbuttoning your top, “No Bra?” He arched an eyebrow at you. He shifted so you could sit up, slipping off your shirt, before pinning you down. “Do you really want this, (y/n)?” That hesitation again.

       “Do you, Len?” You bit your lip again, afraid he’d pull away. He seemed to make up his mind because he brought his lips close to your ear, the warmth from his breath caused a reaction in your body.

         “I’ve always wanted this, kitten.” gentle kisses along your neck, gasping when he bit your neck, it wasn’t a hard bite, just enough to elicit the response he desired to hear. “Do I keep going?”

         “Please.” Just one word and he used a hand to lightly caress along your ribcage slowly inching it upwards until he cupped one of your breasts in his hand. Leonard ran his thumb over a nipple watching as it stiffened with each pass of his thumb. He did the same to your other breast, smiling at the little soft whimpers you made.

         He captured your lips again, he pinched a nipple and you let out a yelp that was quickly swallowed with his kiss. His tongue sliding against yours as he let his hand trail slowly down your chest, coming to rest on your stomach. You wanted his hand to go lower, “Should we keep going, kitten?” Leonard asked as he broke the kiss, you nodded. “Words.”

        “Yes.” The word barely audible. That hand slowly sliding below the waistband of your panties. And then there were footsteps, Leonard rolled off you pulling the blanket over you as he glanced around looking for a weapon.

       Mick stopped in the doorway, “Got the door.” He glanced at the scene before him, “I’ll go wait out here then.”

       “Yes, you should probably do that.” Leonard said flatly. “Close the bedroom door as well.” Mick shut the door, you could both here him chuckling as his footsteps faded. “Damn.” Leonard let out a sigh. “Raincheck?” You sat up letting the blanket slide off you, giving an innocent smile, Leonard didn’t even bother to look away. “That’s not very nice, kitten.” He grabbed you, pulling you close so he could kiss you, running his hands through your hair, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, your breasts pressed against his chest.

      “You need to go fix my door, Len.” He pulled away reluctantly, “you can sleep here tonight.”

      “There won’t be much sleeping tonight, (y/n).”

       I hope that’s a promise.” All you got was a smirk as he left the room.

Bf! Haechan

  • DONGHYUCKIE
  • Ooh this boy had his eyes on you the moment you entered the room
  • Constantly looking at you and falling into a daydream and then realising that he has to act all manly and charming and has to woo you off your feet
  • but he just appeared really closed off when you first talked to him. Like he wasn’t interested in the conversation at all
  • He lowkey bullied you and made fun of you which would get you really sad
  • But then he would also make random jokes and you would laugh so hard and he would stare at you like awwwww but then when you’d notice him staring at you he’d look away. Because he’s still a shy baby
  • Purposefully bumping into you just to catch your attention 
  • But one day you got a secret note saying to meet them after school in the school playground
  • You were a little unsure if you should go or not because it could be a trap but you went along any way given your curiosity 
  • Haechan stood alone in the park, playing with the grass with his feet. You were surprised to see him, forgetting that you had to meet up with ‘someone’ (of course you didn’t realise it was Haechan who was that someone)
  • “Why’re you here Haechan?” You asked and he blushed and said “ I was waiting for you” and you went like what?????? and then realised that he was the one who wrote you the note
  • You were unsure about it but you said yes when he asked you out. The whole night you couldn’t sleep and you kept on laughing and tossing and turning reminiscing about the day’s events
  • Haechan spends his lunch time with you, like two ‘ol friends always at each other’s heels, making fun of you, roasting you, not letting you live, the norm
  • but then you’d go on cute cake shop dates and he’ll eat your food too 
  • “ya watch what you’re eating, I dont want you to kill me when I pick you up on our wedding day”
  • “Did you wash today? You hair smells” *continues sniffing your hair and hugging you*
  • stealing your things and blaming it on Mark
  • “Can I have your rubber?” “Do you have a pencil I can use?”
  • “DONGHYUK YOU SHOULD’VE LEFT YOURSELF HOME AS WELL”
  • “THEN WHO WOULD BE HERE TO PROTECT YOU HUH”
  • Extra af
  • He protected you one time from that ball approaching you and never lets you forget it
  • cute af hugs and him ruffling your hair after
  • kisses on the cheeks when he pisses you off
  • lots and lots of aegyo 
  • “I’m your cutie Haechan”
  • Buys you food and cute things he finds in the shops
  • and is so casual about like ‘here eat’ or ‘here i saw this and i thought u shud have it’
  • stares at you in class and gets detention for not paying attention
  • adhering to your arm and refusing to let go
  • rap battles, singing songs while walking home
  • him walking you home cuz he needs to protect you
  • gets so worried when you’re sick and brings food over to your place and checks on you
  • so scared of your parents its actually funny
  • “YA Y/N WHY DO U HAVE ME AS HAECHAN ON YOUR PHONE? WHY ARE THERE NO EMOJIS AND THOSE CUTE LITTLE THINGS GIRLS DO WHEN THEY’RE IN A RELATIONSHIP??”
  • Gets butt hurt easily
  • and doesn’t talk to you and acts all petty
  • gets jealous easily, at first he didnt even like you talking to boys
  • “Why dont u go and eat with that boy you were asking for homework”
  • “Mark get away from her, you’ll infect her with your stupidity”
  • But gets rlly cute too sometimes
  • wants you to not go home when he’s walking you and gives you a sad puppy look
  • knows your weaknesses and exploits them shamelessly 
  • so shameless it hurts
  • dance practice gatherings
  • dances extra hard to show off
  • waits for you if his classes finish early
  • sends you funny memes 
  • your texts are so funny and he doesnt let you study sometimes and its so annoying
  • but your conversations are so cute
  • “did u change my name yet”
  • your boyfriend is a cute savage kid who must be protected

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

Bruce and Batkids Age Reversal AU Tidbit based on this post.
alternate title: oops i wrote a thing.

a thing: jason arrives.

Alfred Pennyworth heard the secondary alarm go off, but didn’t think much of it when Bruce hollered up the stairs, “It’s nothing!” They’d been having wiring issues with it recently anyway. He assumed all was well, based on Bruce’s assessment, until he went back downstairs to the kitchen twenty minutes later.

There was a rough-looking young man sitting at the kitchen counter, eating a sandwich, while Bruce sat next to him swinging his legs from his perch on the stool.

“What,” is all Alfred could manage upon entering the room.

The man looked up and shook the hair out of his eyes. His leather jacket was draped over the back of the chair and there was a knife strapped in a sheath at his side. Alfred had assumed from his posture that he was in his mid-twenties, but when their eyes met Alfred recalculated for a very street-smart sixteen or seventeen.

“Hiya,” he said, wiping a hand on his pants and then holding it out for a handshake. Alfred didn’t take it.

“Master Bruce,” Alfred said, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m Jason,” the teen said, biting into the sandwich again. “B here found me in the hall and swore he wouldn’t call the cops if I sat down and ate something.”

“I did make that offer, yes,” Bruce said, his serious tone belying his thin, young voice and short stature. He might catch up to Thomas Wayne yet but he was far, far from it now. “It was contingent on you promising to stop stealing, which you did.”

“I did promise,” the teen agreed. “But I’m sure as hell not gonna keep that. I gotta, to survive.”

“I made no such promise,” Alfred said stiffly, reaching for the phone. “I am indeed phoning the police and advise you to make a hasty exit.”

“Well, that’s more’n most people give me,” Jason acknowledged amiably. “See ya around, B.”

“Alfred Pennyworth,” Bruce said sharply. “We will not be chasing away a boy who clearly needs our help.”

“I’m good,” Jason said.

“A boy,” Alfred echoed, his hand stayed by the order. Even guardianship had trouble chasing away years of ingrained training and habit. “You, Master Bruce, are a boy. This is…”

He looked at him, at the thin ribs under the worn shirt. The leather jacket Jason was now shoving his arms into was cracked and stiff, possibly stolen or a hand-me-down, but old and falling apart.

Alfred sighed. Perhaps they could offer some–

“You may stay here,” Bruce announced archly. “Then you will not need to steal. We will provide food and clothes in exchange for…” he hesitated, suddenly looking childlike as he came to the point he had not thought out before speaking. It was like watching a train wreck, Alfred thought– he had no idea where the lad was going, either, but it struck him as something that a child should absolutely not be allowed to decide. Still, it was more decisive and animated than Alfred had seen him for days, weeks.

“I don’t have anything worth offering,” Jason said with a shrug. “Thanks for the sandwich.”

“…security.” Bruce said with a pleased smirk. “We require additional security.”

Alfred and Jason looked in tandem down at the knife strapped to Jason’s leg.

“Master Bruce…” Alfred began, and then sighed.

“I’m not trained, you know,” Jason warned. “I fight dirty.”

“So do attempted kidnappers,” Bruce said with a slight frown. “I fail to see the problem.”

Alfred closed his eyes for a brief moment, collecting himself. He knew there was no use arguing with his young charge, but maybe a few weeks would pass and the older boy would grow bored or take off with the silverware and they could all call it a learning experience.

“I will prepare a room,” Alfred said, turning to leave. “Please, finish your food. No point in letting it go to waste.”

Jason froze and then slowly took his jacket back off, bewildered but clearly desperate enough to risk staying. He sat down and when Alfred left the kitchen, he heard their conversation chasing him through the halls:

“Your butler’s pretty fucking sweet. Oh, hell, I shouldn’t…you’re like, six, I should watch my mouth. He doesn’t boss you around?”

“I’m nine,” Bruce corrected stiffly. “And I’m kind of in charge around here.”

Alfred sighed again.

It wasn’t like Bruce was wrong.

Bad Boy x Princess AU

“All I’m saying is that you lend me your wand for one second and-”

“No.”

“C'mon, princess! Do you have any idea how funny using that… syrup… tsunami thing… in the hallways would be? Janna and Oscar would kill to pull off a prank like that!”

Star rolled her eyes at the boy, picking up her pace as the two headed towards the school. “Your immature prank would have quite the punishment from your administrators.”

Marco scoffed. “And when has that ever stopped me before?”

“You do understand that another large scale prank would result in you leaving the school permanently, yes?”

“Gee, since when did you start to care, princess? Are you finally starting to like having me around?” he asked teasingly, nudging her arm.

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BTS Reaction When S/O isn’t a Romantic Person

Jimin

*while Jimin is watching your eyes you get uncomfortable*

‘‘Jimin, uhm, you know… It feels uncomfortable…’‘

*he laughs*

‘‘It’s fun to see you like this, babe.’‘

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jin

*he drinks your cola when you are watching TV*

‘‘JIN! Its kinda disg- Oh, Im sorry. I did it again. Im really sor-’‘

*He hugs you tightly even he knows you don’t like it*

‘‘I forgive you now!’‘

Originally posted by xxjoohoney


Namjoon(Rap Monster)

*he saw you angry yesterday so he kissed you n you pushed him away. you have no idea about how to make promises so you are standing next to him without saying a word*

‘‘do you want to eat pizza?’‘(coldly)

*he smiles brightly*

‘‘with you, yes, i want it’‘

Originally posted by taestylips


Hoseok(J-Hope)

*he catches you when you are smiling to him*

‘‘IS THIS REAL’‘

*he jumps*

‘‘yes, it is n you look disgusting with this hair its making you funny’‘

*laughs*

‘thank god i tought my girlfriend became an angel so i see she is still a devil’‘

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Taehyung(V)

*you two meet at mc but he wants to go to a restaurant because its a date*

‘‘what? we are always doing it’‘

*he shakes his head*

‘‘yes we are always DATING but eating a hamburger? if you allow me to kiss you, why not?’‘

Originally posted by rapnamu


Yoongi(Suga)

*he gives you a rose on your 20th birthday*

‘’did you steal it from our garden?’’

*laughs insanely*

‘‘girl, im gonna punch you in the face. cant you act like you love it?’‘

Originally posted by jeonbase


Jungkook

*he kisses your forehead*

‘‘what the f-’‘

*he breaths*

‘‘yes i love u too’‘

Originally posted by jkguks

-Puppy

Yugyeom Imagine - Approved

A/N - Requested by @yuggybear~ Hope you all enjoy this one, the request was super cute! Keep on sending in your own requests too!

Could u please do a scenario where u go ur family reunion w/ yugyeom and ur there fr a while and ur cousins(younger, about 9) come and judge yugyeom as ur bf. The reader says that he had to be approved by them to date her and so yugyeom starts playing with them and looks super cute! -Thanks

Looking around at all of your family members soothed you. It had been a while since you were all together for any event or gathering and being with them felt so nice. Yugyeom, however, was a walking bundle of nerves. He had met your close family but was yet to meet many of your aunts, uncles and cousins. Even after you had reassured him it’d be fine and they’d all like him, he was still a little concerned. After being there for a little while, he began to relax until a young girl came up to the two of you, a judging look on her face. 
“(Y/N), who’s this?” She asked, eyeing him up and down. 
“This is Yugyeom, my boyfriend.” All she did in response was stare blankly at him, waiting for him to speak. Yugyeom glanced at you nervously, confused as to who she was and why she was staring at him. Giggling, you replied, 
“She’s my cousin. A while back she told me that if I ever got a boyfriend then she’d have to judge him and approve. Good luck passing the test, I guess.” Yugyeom’s eyes were wide when he realised you weren’t joking. 
“Um, right. Okay.”
“I’ll leave you two to it then,” you said, winking at Yugyeom before skipping off to talk to your uncle.

Yugyeom’s attention returned to the young girl. She was no longer staring, but looked like she was ready to interview him. 
“How did you meet (Y/N)?”
“We met a few months ago when a friend introduced us to each other, wanting us to get together.”
“Did you love her straight away?”
“Well maybe not loved her. But I definitely liked her a lot.”
“Do you love her now?”
“Very much so.”
“And do you promise to never ever break her heart?”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Yugyeom replied, watching as she nodded in approval. 
“Okay, you’re allowed to keep being her boyfriend. Do you live in Korea too?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Are you one of those kpop people she always used to talk about?” Her question made Yugyeom laugh, knowing of your love for kpop that began way before the two of you had met. 
“Actually, I am.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, want to see a video?” He asked, pulling out his phone and finding a Got7 music video and playing it for her. In his mind, all he could think was that he was relieved she had liked him. Or liked him enough to let him remain your boyfriend. He couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if she hadn’t liked him but decided not to dwell on it now. 

A while later, you walked around the house, trying to find where your boyfriend and cousin had ran off to. It wasn’t until you heard the faint sounds of Got7′s music coming from your cousin’s bedroom. Quietly, you sneaked into the room, careful not to make any noise so they didn’t realise you were there. Yugyeom was teaching your cousin one of Got7′s easier dance routines, Just Right. He was slowly showing her the steps and correcting her when she made a mistake. The whole scene looked so cute and your heart swelled with love and admiration for your boyfriend. It was clear that your cousin loved him, and you were a little concerned that she wouldn’t let you have him back. As you watched the two of them dance through the whole song until the end, you clapped and cheered. 
“Wow, looks like you’re the secret 8th member of Got7!” You joked, smiling at the pair. Yugyeom’s was blushing a little but smiled proudly at your cousin. 
“Did you approve of Yugyeom then?”
“Yes, but I’m afraid he isn’t your boyfriend anymore.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because I’m stealing him,” she answered, sticking her tongue out at you and clinging onto Yugyeom’s leg. 
“Oh I don’t think so,” you retorted, walking up to Yugyeom and kissing him, making your cousin let go and cover her eyes. 
“Ew! Stop doing that! Fine, you can have him back just stop kissing. You’re so gross!” You and Yugyeom burst into laughter at her reaction before the three of you joined the rest of your family downstairs. For the rest of the night, your cousin was sat on Yugyeom’s lap, watching you both suspiciously to make sure you didn’t kiss each other again.

I Like You

“Psst! Hey! Hey, Cas!”

Cas looked around, confused, trying to figure out who was calling his name.

“Look down,” he heard, so he did. His eyes widened in surprise. His best friend Dean was sitting comfortably under the Winchesters’ dining table, eating a large slice of pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. “C’mere,” Dean said, gesturing with his free hand.

Written for the prompt: Imagine your OTP eating pie underneath the dining room table, as Thanksgiving family madness happens around them. (1.2k)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans, and happy random Thursday to everyone else!

[AO3]

“Psst! Hey! Hey, Cas!”

Cas looked around, confused, trying to figure out who was calling his name.

“Look down,” he heard, so he did. His eyes widened in surprise. His best friend Dean was sitting comfortably under the Winchesters’ dining table, eating a large slice of pumpkin pie piled high with whipped cream. “C’mere,” Dean said, gesturing with his free hand.

“What are you doing?” Cas asked, frowning in confusion.

“Just come on,” Dean said, waving for Cas to join him.

Cas glanced around. No one was paying him any attention. “I have another piece for you,” Dean added, and that was the final motivation Cas needed. He slid down his seat until he was seated next to Dean and grabbing the other plate.

“Why are you under the table?” Cas asked again curiously.

“Because,” Dean said. “There are too many people up there. And Aunt Missouri won’t stop asking me how school’s going. Why does she even care?”

“Oh,” Cas said, taking a bite of the pie. Dean’s mom had made it the previous afternoon, and it tasted as amazing as it always did. “So how long are you planning to sit down here?” he asked in between mouthfuls.

“As long as necessary,” Dean said, dead serious, and Cas noticed, not for the first time, the complete stubbornness in his green eyes.

“I’ll stay, too,” Cas decided, spreading his legs out in front of him and leaning against one of the table legs.

A few years earlier, the Winchesters and Novaks (next-door neighbors and close family friends) had decided to host Thanksgiving dinner together, and they’d done it every year since. All of their family and some close friends would gather in the Winchester’s dining room (and living room because they had so many people) to eat and be together, and it was one of Cas’ favorite days of the year.

“Did you bring your turkey home?” he asked Dean as he ate his last bite of pie. Their third-grade class had made turkeys out of construction paper during craft time earlier that week and Cas personally thought that Dean’s was the best. He’d told him as much when Dean had finished, and he remembered how Dean had flushed with pride.

“Yes, it’s on the fridge,” Dean said happily. “Mom said it was beautiful and wanted to be able to see it all the time.”

Cas smiled too. “Mine’s in my bedroom at my desk. I had to make sure Gabe wouldn’t steal it. He’s mean sometimes.”

“Yeah, he is,” Dean agreed. They peered out from under the table, observing what their families were doing. On the other side of the room, Dean’s parents John and Mary were looking at the pictures on the wall and making comments about them. Cas’ mother Naomi was not far away, having a discussion with a friend of hers from work, Linda Tran, as Linda’s son Kevin stood not far away. They could see Gabriel chasing Dean’s younger brother Sam around, Sam laughing hysterically, and in the corner by the TV Uncle Bobby was talking to Ellen Harvelle, both of them completely absorbed in their conversation.

“I think they like each other,” Cas said, eyes pausing on Uncle Bobby and Ellen.

Dean followed his gaze. “Me too,” he said. “I think Uncle Bobby’s gonna ask her out and then they’ll kiss. That’s what grownups do when they like each other.”

“What do kids do when they like each other?” Cas asked curiously, and Dean shrugged.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Share toys? Draw each other pictures? Maybe they kiss too.”

“Really?” Cas asked, and Dean nodded. Cas pondered that for a moment before leaning forward to peck Dean on the lips in an innocent kiss. “I like you, Dean,” Cas said, and Dean grinned.

“I like you too.”


Fifteen years later, Dean and Cas (now twenty-three) sat on the couch snuggled up together after a full Thanksgiving meal. Most of their family had gone home by now and their parents were cleaning up while Sam and Gabriel had gone outside to talk, leaving Dean and Cas alone in the living room.

“How many years have we been doing this?” Dean asked, fingers tracing light patterns on Cas’ arm.

“You mean this?” Cas quipped, referring to their current position.

Dean laughed. “No, having Thanksgiving dinner here,” he said. “It’s gotta be eighteen years at least…”

“Something like that,” Cas agreed. “Why?” he asked curiously.

“Nothing, I was just thinkin’ how we sat under the table that one year to eat our pie. Remember? And we watched what everyone else was doing ‘til they left and we fell asleep.”

Cas smiled. “How could I forget? And your mom had to carry us up to your bedroom so we didn’t spend the whole night on the floor.”

“She did, didn’t she,” Dean said with a chuckle. “I wonder if we can still fit…” Dean mused as he stared at the table, and it was Cas’ turn to laugh.

“We were quite a bit smaller then,” he teased.

That didn’t stop Dean from standing and reaching out his hand, an unmistakably mischievous twinkle in his eye. “C’mere,” he said, and Cas recalled eight-year old Dean saying the same thing. He hadn’t been able to resist then, and he wasn’t able to now either.

Dean got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the table, careful not to bump his head as he sat up and Cas followed him.

“Hi,” Dean said softly.

“Hi,” Cas answered with a smile.

Dean glanced around. “Wish we had some pie.”

“Yeah, it’s not quite the same without,” Cas replied, nudging Dean’s shoulder.

“I know what would make it better,” Dean said slyly.

Cas humored him. “And what would that be, Dean?”

Dean shifted so he was kneeling in front of Cas and pulled out a little black box from his jacket pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful gold band. “Marry me?” he asked simply, and Cas sat in shock for a second before he came to his senses, rising up to grasp Dean’s face in his hands and pull it to his, kissing him breathless. “Yes, yes!” he whispered. “God, yes!”

Dean smiled against his mouth, and murmured, “Good.” They broke apart so Dean could slide the smooth gold band onto Cas’ finger and then Dean pulled him in for another kiss. When they separated again, Cas laughed.

“This is where we had our first kiss,” he said. “Is that how you planned it?”

Dean nodded bashfully. “I, uh, wanted to make it special.”

“Well, you made the perfect choice,” Cas said with a smile.

That night, as they cuddled up together in Dean’s old bed for the first time as an engaged couple, they watched the stars out the window, something they had always done during sleepovers at Dean’s house. Just before they drifted off to sleep, Dean uttered three familiar words and Cas replied as he knew how.

“I like you.”

“I like you too.”

We Have Rules For A Reason [Chapter 10]

Mood Board by the talented and wonderful @memoiresofaneternaldreamer

Chapter 10 of We Have Rules For A Reason

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Series Genre: Smut/Fluff/Angst/AU


Jaebum reached for Mark to shake his hand.

The look of contempt on Mark’s face was hard to miss but he eventually reached for his friend’s hand, returning the gesture.

“Did you come with Y/N?” Jaebum asked, feeling particularly curious.

“Yes,” he answered quickly, making your heart jump. He really did want to be with you in public.

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Headcanon for Jason Todd W/ short S/O

Anon: “can you do headcaon for Jason with a short and shy Y/N cuz I love Jason with a shy y/n it’s dame cute can you imagine Jason just pike her up for a hug or a kiss? yes it’s cute 😹”

Schninner: I FINALLY HAVE SOME FREE TIME TO WRITE!!!!! So Here you go lovely anon! I hope you like it! It’s also kinda short, sorry!


  • Well, let’s just start this off by stating the obvious, he thinks your pretty freakin adorable
  • Like, he makes it his mission to tell you this every time he sees you.
  • He is also EXTREMELY protective.
  • Some dooface: *makes fun of your height*
  • Jason: WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY TO HER???
  • He picks you up very often.
  • “Jason, you know I have legs, right?”
  • “I know, But This is so much better.”
  • He knows your shy, but he loves stealing kisses from you when out in public
  • He does this so he can see you blush
  • This is actually the main thing that drives him to show PDA
  • NOTHING TO BAD! He doesn’t have to; all he needs to do is hold your hand to make you blush
  • And I agree, he would DEFINITLY pick up his S/O when giving her a kiss :D
  • Whenever you feel insecure about your height, he reminds you that you are the perfect and beautiful

anonymous asked:

I've been reading older fanfics from before news of the metaverse so akira is wearing his pt outfit in the real world. just the thought of it applying to cannon makes me laugh so how would s/o and other pt members react to finding out akira has a 1-to-1 replica of his joker costume in his closet?

The leader sat on his bed, head facing down. His charcoal eyes glancing up, watching his team members wearily.

Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude! This is so effin’ cool!!” Ryuji exclaims as he looks at the mannequin that was propped over at the corner of the attic. The other Phantom Thieves were also in said room, looking at awe by the fact that the actual outfit that Joker wore in the Metaverse, was sitting right there. 

“Wow! It actually looks like the real thing, I’m impressed.”

“How’d you even get it here?”

Their leader blushed and fiddled with his collar. “It’s… actually kinda embarrassing.” 

“Huh? I didn’t know that our leader could get embarrassed!” 

“Especially with how extravagant he is in the Metaverse.”

You looked at Akira, it was kinda cutenice to see him embarrassed, “Yeah yeah, where did you get that?” You asked him curiously. Of course he couldn’t have brought that from the Metaverse, that was physically and metaphysically impossible. 

Akira stood up quickly and shoved the mannequin away. “Well, there’s nothing to see here anymore. Why don’t we get to discussing our plans for the next Palace-”

“Oh no, hell no! We are not going to move on from this so quickly. Where’d you get it dude, like, what the eff?!”

Morgana looked like he was just about to say something but a glare from Akira made him shut up. “Can we just move on from this? It’s not like it’s any important.”

“Akira sews.” Futaba casually dropped.

“Futaba!” He squeaks out. He pinched his nose. “I forgot you have this place bugged.”

The team suddenly bugged Akira with his wonderful hobby. They totally wanted one for themselves.

VAGUE SPOILERS UNDER CUT

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Imagine Chris surprising you for your birthday.

A/N: Part 4! Ah, he’s just so freaking sweet. (Side note: Guess who’s going to see Ed Sheeran live?! I’m dying slightly, it’s going to be the best night of my entire life.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3’)

Ava snuck Chris into your shared apartment- as planned- when he arrived at 7:21AM on a Friday morning, just in time for your twentieth birthday. He had a bouquet of red roses, two envelopes, and a little gift bag from Thomas Sabo with him, as he quietly made his way down the hall and into your room. He smiled when he saw you sleeping peacefully. For the first time, you looked like you didn’t have a care in the world, and you didn’t because it was summer holidays and you had the day off. Chris knew about the rule you’d developed over years of working on your birthday and having your day ruined by rude customers; you would always ask for a day off on your birthday if you could afford it. And you could afford it, especially now that Chris was your overbearing fiancé who no longer took no for an answer when he wanted to financially support you. You were only still working because- one, you wanted to still have some independence, and two, your mom told him she wanted you to have a part time job- even if you only worked thrice a week- just to remain grounded. Who was Chris to argue with his future mother-in-law?

Your birthday plans had been to: sleep till nine, have brunch at your favorite bistro then shop till you dropped with your best friend, eat ice-cream cake over FaceTime with Chris, then head back to your family home to have a home cooked birthday dinner with your parents and older brother. Had been, because Chris had changed it without your knowledge. In fact, everyone except you knew what your new plans consisted of; everyone loved it, and they were sure you would too.

Chris chuckled softly as he lowered items he had in his hand on your desk beside your MacBook, where he’d FaceTime you last night while he was packing his bags getting ready to surprise you. It was only fair, you’d spent a weekend with him on his birthday- belated, but it still counted, so obviously he couldn’t let you spend your birthday without him. That and- he would’ve given any excuse to come see you even though the last time you were together wasn’t that long ago; Independence Day with his family at their holiday cabin. What could he say, other than he missed his beloved fiancée? If he could have you with him every day of every second, he would. You’d both probably get annoyed by the lack of space if that actually happened, but it was the thought that counts, and that thought was incredibly sweet and romantic.

Chris carefully crawled his way into your bed as he didn’t want to startle you, he wanted you to wake peacefully knowing it was him and not a murderer. He shuffled himself closer to you and did what he always did when he wanted you to roll over and enfold yourself into his arms. You must’ve forgotten your fiancé was actually still away from you and acted subconsciously because you did as he’d orchestrated, snuggling close to him with your arm draped over his stomach. He smiled and kissed the top of your head, holding you close to him. He took a moment to appreciate the bliss coming from the simplicity of the situation before he whispered, in a sing song voice, “good morning, sunshine.”

You stirred, and for a second, you forgot it was only August and that Chris was still meant to be away filming. You also forgot it was your birthday because all you could think about was Chris’ comforting and loving arms around you. You smiled as your eyes fluttered open, you tipped your head and kissed his jawline, “good morning.” It wasn’t until he was leaning in to give you a quick peck on your lips that you remembered what day it was. “Holy crap!” You pushed yourself away from him and fell out of your bed before he could catch your wrist and pull you back in.

“Shit, Y/N,” Chris cussed as he leaned over the edge to look at you, laughing when you did; you rubbed your elbow then the back of your head which you may have clipped on the corner of your bedside table. “Are you okay, baby?” He chuckled, resting his chin on the top of his hands which were placed one above the other. “I tried hard not to scare you, but clearly I needed to try harder.”

“Just a little bit,” you chuckled as you got to your feet. Chris moved back to his original position when you climbed back into bed, resting your head against his chest as his arm wrapped around you. “It is so good to see you,” you hugged him tightly and he chuckled, rubbing your back. “I thought you said you couldn’t come because of filming.”

“It’s called a lie, sweetheart,” he chuckled into your hair as he planted another kiss on the top of your head. “Of course I was coming,” he told you as you pulled away and sat up, turning to face him. “How can I not? You’re my fiancée and it’s your birthday, not even hellfire would’ve kept me away from seeing you.”

“I’d kiss you, but I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

“I don’t care, so c'mere.” He grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards him, but you pressed your hand over your mouth just as he leaned forward with closed eyes. His lips landed on the back of your hand instead, and he chuckled. “Seriously?” He quizzed with a raised brow. “Aren’t we past that by now?”

“You are, but I am not and I never will be.” You pulled your wrist out of his grip and hopped out of bed. “Just give me a second, I’ll be back with minty fresh breath and then we can make out like a couple of teenagers.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Which-” you glanced back at him with your hand on your doorknob, “I am no longer ‘cause I’m twenty today.” You grinned, which made his smile reach his eyes.

“Yes, you’re right,” he nodded. “Happy birthday, baby.”

“Thanks,” you chimed then opened the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Chris got off your bed as you disappeared to the bathroom, walking back over to his gifts so he could give them to you as soon as you returned. He smiled because he believed he nailed it this time, though he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to top it the years after. He sat down on the edge of your bed, facing the door as he fiddled with the envelopes. Which one was he to give you first? Perhaps the smaller notion, that way you’d have a bigger high to end on. He pressed his nose into the roses and chuckled because he loved how traditional you were. Other girls thought roses were overrated clichés, but not you- you could get a rose everyday and still swoon at the sight of another tomorrow. One of the many, many things he loved about you.

The door opened moments later and you returned, flashing your perfect teeth at him. He smiled and got to his feet, passing you the bouquet of roses first. Your face lit up as you took it from him, pressing your whole face into the bouquet which made him laugh. He then passed you the little bag from Thomas Sabo and you lowered the bouquet to unveil the charm he’d gotten you to add to the bracelet you’ve had since you were sixteen. He’d designed it himself and sent it into the company, begging them to help him make it for you. It was a globe that had ‘you are my world now’ engraved across the axis and your heart melted. How had you never thought of something so sweet to write about before? Real life Chris was definitely kicking Fan fic Chris in the butt.

“Chris,” you squealed his name as you held the charm up to get a closer look. “This is so sweet!” He laughed as he took the charm from you, and your wrist to help you clip it on. You didn’t usually wear your bracelet to sleep, but you’d forgotten to take it off last night. “Oh my God,” the words barely escaped your tightly gritted teeth, “I love you so much.” He laughed as you cupped his face in your hands, kissing his cheek in a playfully aggressive manner.

“Yeah, wait till you see these other gifts,” he grinned and held out the first envelope.

“Did you write me another story?” You asked as you started to carefully rip open the paper seal.

“No,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “I think I’ll leave the writing to your brilliant mind.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes; he knew very well how brilliant he was too. “It’s got nothing to do with your talent and future career, it’s got more to do with my career.” You felt your jaw drop as you pulled out two plane tickets to Salt Lake City, as well as two VIP passes to the Comic-Con there. You were so distracted by the Comic-Con passes that you didn’t notice that one of the plane tickets was from Boston to Salt Lake City, and not Los Angeles. “I’m schedule to speak at a panel in September, so I thought you’d like to join me. I checked your class schedules! It’s during the beginning of your fall quarter and you don’t have any classes, so you can go without worrying about school.”

“You are nailing it,” you chuckled, giving his hand a quick squeeze before you returned your touch to the tickets. “Wait-” your eyes narrowed when you realized there were two tickets and two passes. “Why are there two? Aren’t you just going to fly from wherever you’re filming in September? I didn’t even think you’d need a pass considering you’re a panelist.”

“The second set is for Ava,” he told you with a chuckle and you felt your lips part with a gasp of realization. “I don’t know if she’ll be able to make it, but I think it’s nice to let her have the option of going. I know it’s not San Diego’s Comic-Con, but the two of you have always talked about attending one so…” He trailed off, smiling.

“You really need to stop making her fall deeper in-love with you, 'cause one day she’s going to kill me and steal you.” You joked then laughed when he did, pulling you into his chest for a tight hug.

“It’s going to be hard for her to kill you when your fiancé is Captain America,” he chuckled and you laughed harder. “And it’s also hard to steal someone that can’t be stolen.” You looked up as he dipped his head, kissing you. You smiled against the kiss, and he did too before breaking away. “And she doesn’t have me to thank, I only paid for the air ticket. Seb got her the pass, as panelist we only get one extra. Mine was for you, and Seb offered his to Ava considering…” He trailed off with pursed lips but you knew what he was talking about.

“How’s he doing with the breakup?” You asked. “He hasn’t said much about it, has he?” Chris shook his head and you sighed, feeling bad for Sebastian. “Was it bad?” You quizzed, wincing. “I know it’s been months, but they were together for quite a long time.”

“It was amicable, they’re still friends.” Chris told you and you nodded in acknowledgement. “But it’s still a breakup, y'know?” You nodded again. “Jenny and I had an amicable one, we’re still friends but- it definitely stung when it ended. So I don’t know, I think he just needs time. And-” he smiled at you, poking you in the cheek, “the perfect girl to fall in-love with.”

“You’re going to give me diabetes with all this sugar you’re showering me in,” you giggled and he chuckled, kissing your forehead before he released you to give you your last gift; the second envelope. “Another one?” You chuckled, taking it from him. “Chris, you do realize I’ve got more birthdays. I’m not dying tomorrow, so you can save some of these amazing gifts for next year.”

“Well- I would save this for next year, but it’s kind of time constricted.” You raised a brow, and he chuckled. “No, it’s not another convention. I think you’ll be bored attending all those events with me, it’s fairly repetitive.”

“I think we’ve established that I’ll never be bored with you,” you told him with a smile and he winked. You opened the envelope and immediately caught sight of a familiar blue color. You swore your heart stopped and you held your breath as you looked up with wide eyes to meet Chris’ gaze. He bit back his smile, wiggling his brows. “No,” you breathed.

“Yes,” he whispered, nodding.

“Ed Sheeran?!” You screamed as you pulled the tickets from the envelope; you screamed so loudly that Ava heard you from the other room and laughed. “Ed Sheeran, Chris? Ed Sheeran?” You asked in disbelief, making Chris laugh and nod. “Oh my God!” You screamed, jumping up and down. He smiled because he was very proud of himself to have given you something that drew that reaction from you; he reacted the same way when The Patriots won the Super Bowl. “Ed Sheeran, Ed Sheeran!” You cheered, throwing your arms around him as you continued to jump up and down.

You were a huge fan of Ed Sheeran, and even in saying that- it seemed like an understatement. You loved his music to the point where you owned every album of his- both digital and vinyl. To you, his music was inspiring; you used often used his songs as prompts to write. He was one of the few artists that had albums you could listen to without feeling the need to skip over any songs, and to be able to listen to him live- it was the absolute dream. You had a bucket list and attending an Ed Sheeran concert was on it, you just didn’t think it’d be that soon.

You’d tried to get tickets when he announced his 'Divide’ world tour. You’d personally saved a sum and was going to treat yourself to the concert of your dreams. You’d tried and you’d failed despite how much time you invested in the purchasing of the tickets, spending a whole day by your MacBook, iPad, and iPhone. You refreshed it so many times, you swore you were going to break the internet. Finally when the tickets came on sale, you saw that they were out of your price range; your heart broke and you turned off all your devices.

By the time Chris had heard about it and offered you his credit card number, the tickets had sold out. Sure, there were other venues in other states that you could fly to and attend. But you didn’t want to spend unnecessary money, especially when it wasn’t your money you were spending. You may have agreed to let Chris take care of you, but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel bad when he whipped out his credit card for you. So what if he could afford it? You needed to make your own way in the world, that was how your parents raised you. Your mom always said, “be rich, don’t marry rich.” But hey, this was different. This was him getting you an amazing and thoughtful birthday present, so you could accept it without guilt. Well- without a ton of guilt.

“Yes, Ed Sheeran,” he chuckled, hugging you back so you’d stop jumping. You drew back slightly and cupped his face in your hands, smiling with tears of joy in the corner of your eyes. “We’re going to his Boston show. You’ll meet me there, we’ll attend the concert, then fly to Salt Lake City together.” You raised a brow then quickly diverted your attention back to the Salt Lake City plane tickets, one was indeed from Boston. “I was a little worried you’d notice that,” he admitted with a soft chuckle.

“It wouldn’t have spoiled the surprise,” you smiled and he smiled back. “You are honestly the best fiancé a girl could ask for.” You hugged him again, and his smile widened as he hugged you back. “And I’m retiring Fan fic Chris, by the way,” you joked because you weren’t. “Real life Chris is a thousand times better.”

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Part 5A

Until We Meet Again {Newt Scamander x Reader}

Requests are open!!

Warnings: none

Originally posted by forever-proud-nerd

It was a cold day in New York City and you were making your way to work. As you walked down the sidewalk you saw those blasted Second Salemers. A woman was speaking to a crowd of people standing in front the steps of a bank. You stood idly for a few minutes listening to the lies that spilled from her mouth. You were about to head out but you spotted something out of the corner of my eye. Was that a mole or was it some kind of platypus? No matter what it was it shouldn’t be in New York City. 

You walked up the steps carefully trying not to scare the creature. You reached out to grab it but the creature reached out and stole the old bracelet off your wrist. You let out a gasp, a niffler. The niffler ran away just as you swatted at it. You set out a frustrated groan.

You began to run up the steps of the bank. A man was running behind you. He had a suitcase and a long blue coat. He stuck out among the people going about their daily lives. You shoved open the door searching for the niffler.

The man you saw earlier dove on the ground. Only then did you see his reason for why. You stomped over to the man currently laying on the ground. 

“You!” you whispered angrily. “Your niffler stole my jewelry and I have to get to work,” your voice continued to get louder but he seemed unfazed. A small smile played on his lips. “Wha-what are you- Do you understand the magnitude of this situation?! What if a no-maj sees?!” 

“You know about nifflers,” he was fully smiling up at you.

“Of course I do! I’m not dumb.I mean who doesn’t know about nifflers.” His smile grew. Your hand slipped into your jacket pocket, reaching for your wand. 

“I never met someone who knows about my creatures,” he said quietly. You opened your bag and started to pull things out. He was from out of town but you couldn’t let this go, he was endangering all of us.

“I’m going to need to take you in, sir. You are breaking an infinite number of rules. I-” You looked up and the man was already gone. You let out a heavy sigh and took off down the hall to find him. You searched all over the lobby and couldn’t find him. You reluctantly left and headed to work. 

You walked into your office and slung your jacket over the chair and sat down. It was only 9 am and it was already a long day. The day continued as usual until Tina Goldstein stomped into the middle of your meeting. It was a usual meeting until you all were interrupted by a very excited looking Tina. She was dragging someone behind her as she entered the room. Him. 

You stood as everyone turned to face the interruption. She rambled about all the things the man had done but was quickly shut down and ushered out. The so-called case of creatures had had nothing more than various baked goods. You frowned as Graves stood. 

“Well. I suppose we will have to continue some other time. Dismissed,” Graves waved you all out except for the president. You immediately rushed to where Tina worked. Sure enough there she was with the strange Brit. 

“You again?!” He stood in front of you entirely unfazed by your rage. “Your niffler-”

Tina cut you off, “Niffler?”

“Yes a niffler, fluffy, black and long-snout, has a love for anything glittery,” you and the man both said in unison. You stared at each other for a moment before turning back to Tina. She stared at the two of you confused. 

“Newt Scamander, magizooligist. I’ve never met anyone that knew about my creatures like you. This is spectacular!” he said almost too excitedly. Newt extended his hand to you. You shook it before introducing yourself. 

“(Y/N) (L/N), Head of Protection of Magical Species. You have to know what you’re protecting,” you replied with a laugh. You both stood quietly, a small smile playing on both of your lips. Tina gasped at the sight.

“(Y/N), you cannot be serious. He broke the law and you just carry a normal conversation. He is a criminal!” You rolled your eyes. 

“Well, he is awfully smart for a common criminal.” Newt shrugged. “I think Mr. Scamander here is a clean man.”

“Think what could have happened if a no-maj saw? The consequences would be innumerable,” Tina waved her hands in exasperation. You reached up and pulled her hands down. She stared at you as if you were insane for not turning Newt in. His niffler did steal your jewelry after all.

“You know what you are more than right, Tina. I will take Mr. Scamander upstairs for questioning. I will make sure justice is served,” you smiled at Tina and grabbed Newt’s hand. 

You led him through the halls of MACUSA toward the main entrance. You held the door open for him but he just cocked his head. You extended your hand out but he still stood in the doorway.

“You’re letting me go?” he stood straight but his face still showed confusion. 

“Yes of course. It’s not every day you meet a magizoologist we can’t let you rot away in a jail cell. Besides you need to find your creatures, you are the only one who is able to catch that niffler,” you smiled as you spoke.He let out a hearty laugh. You both stood in comfortable silence. 

“Thank you,” Newt ‘s sincerity broke the silence. You just shrugged and shook your head. It wasn’t every day you met someone who knew about niffler and magical creatures. Even though you just met it was hard to say goodbye.

“You’re welcome.” You shook his hand again. Both of you smiling at each other. “Until we meet again,” you spoke softly before leaning over and planting a small kiss on his cheek. You hurried inside as quickly as possible once you pulled away. Newt’s hand touched the place where your lips hand been once the door finally closed behind you. 

“Until we meet again,” he repeated as he turned his back on the one that knew about fantastic beasts.


part two maybe ?????

i was gonna make a joke like “why did hagan steal my pet’s smarts lol” but then i came to a disturbing realization…

the king of brightvale is so smart…because he absorbs the intellect of innocent neopets via this wheel like some sort of Knowledge Vampire…