you guys don't know how much i freaked out when i noticed this

hey i wanna talk about erik klose

  • “i feel like he could hold me up forever” erik isn’t just emotional support he’s a soccer player and he is s t r o n g
    • he got them Midfielder Thighs™
  • he fuckin loves soccer movies ok 
    • nicky, already grinning, in response to erik’s parents asking how his day was: alles ist gut
    • erik, sliding into the room in his socks and running into a wall: soLANGE DU WILD BIST!!!!!
    • used Bend It Like Beckham and She’s The Man to practice his english
    • he definitely has a poster of jess bhamra in his room, she’s his hero
  • he is SUPER tall
    • (he’s actually taller than matt when his hair isn’t spiked)
  • him and nicky are low key competitive as fuck and they run together when nicky starts training for exy
  • nicky quickly learns that trying to outlast a midfielder on a run just. doesn’t work. they do the most running on the team and typically go whole games without getting subbed out.
    • 3 miles in nicky is wheezing and dying and erik is laughing like the absolute traitor he is
  • but!! it wasn’t all sunshine at first i mean come on,, this is the foxes
    • when nicky first got to the Klose’s he was reserved, quiet. 
    • erik was taking a year off to travel with friends during the first 6 months nicky was there
    • when both parents agreed nicky could stay for the summer for some extra classes so he could graduate on time (by american standards), he finally met erik
    • tall, athletic, kind erik, erik who came home with all kinds of candy from all kinds of countries to give to a boy he never met all to make a pun about what a “sweet deal” it was to have someone new in the house, he felt his heart race when nicky smiled at him for his ridiculous efforts
    • that’s the first time the klose’s saw a real smile come from nicky
  • erik convinced nicky to go to church after a while
    • it was hard at first, especially when nicky noticed erik was getting some weird looks from some of the older people in the congregation
    • when nicky asked why, erik told him about how when he came out his grandmother stopped speaking to him, and how some parents didn’t want to let erik come over to see his friends
    • but then erik told him how his parents told anyone who wasn’t okay with their son that they weren’t worth having around, that they loved erik and they wouldn’t allow anyone to try and make him feel bad for being himself
    • and how his cousins snuck out and took him to his first pride parade in hamburg
    • surrounded by people who actually care, nicky started to hope again
  • nicky starts to smile more and erik…he’s so smitten. his new mission in life is to make nicky smile
  • erik’s humor is usually really awful puns and dad jokes, but he also is really good at keeping a straight face while saying absolutely ridiculous things, leading people to question whether he’s really serious or not and nicky fighting super hard not to bust out laughing (because he’s the only one who can tell he’s joking)
  • nicky prides himself on being pretty fashionable so he’s not entirely sure how the hell he lets erik get away with wearing those awful toe shoes. the. the individual toe ones.
    • you know the ones
  • the first time they kiss, erik was climbing a tree and fell out, because all his grace stops the minute he steps off the field
    • it was a forehead kiss because, well, erik’s face was bleeding, but yea
    • they’re a bit of a mess, but they’re cute, ya know?
  • nicky and erik are the type of couple to go to the grocery store at 2am because they really want to make mac n cheese and accidentally end up buying 4 pounds of candy instead while serenading each other to the weird 90s music the store is playing
  • erik loves aldi’s and wants to live there. everything is so cheap, nicky. they have my favorite cheese, nicky. nicky. where are you going. nicky i live here don’t leave we haven’t bought any bread yet-
  • he owns crocs. he just. he does. he bought orange ones when nicky joined the foxes and fuckin little white fox paw insert thingies because he’s a supportive boyfriend, dammit
  • he draws smiley faces on everything. notes to nicky, his notes at school, on his meeting notes at work, and his favorite place: on nicky. 
  • he’s one of those people who can’t tan for shit, he just burns then freckles. nicky is constantly nagging him to wear sunscreen. he always forgets and sends nicky pictures of his bright red shoulders only to get pages of texts ranting about sunscreen and melanoma
  • he’s got scars everywhere but theyre all from like. the dumbest stuff. there’s a big one on his knee from sneezing while on a run and subsequently tripping on the sidewalk and wiping out. several are from falling out of trees. he broke his nose falling out of the shower because he freaked out when he saw a spider. again, all his grace is on the soccer field. everywhere else he’s a hazard.
  • he’s really, really clumsy. he loves fiercely because that’s how his parents taught him. he knows he’s lucky to have a family that stuck by him, he knows it’s the least they can do, but so many gay kids have shitty parents. kids like nicky. and erik may be gangly and clumsy. he may be competitive and he may not always understand how nicky feels because he hasn’t experienced what nicky has. but he has fallen out of more trees than anybody he knows, and falling in love with nicky is an ache he’s never been able to ice away, and would never want to anyway.

mcartist  asked:

Since it's Valentine's Day.(Have the RFA+V+Searan) I would love to ask if you could do MC and her brother spending Valentines together. The others couldn't spend time cause they were busy. So once they have some time to spare them look for you and see you are your brother hanging out. Yet you are siblings so you sorta close to each other and some things seem romantic. The others don't know you have a brother. So how would they react? If you can't do it, it's okay. Happy Valentine's Day!

OOooh scandalous~ 
(It’s the day after Valentine’s Day here because I live in Australia and we live in the future but I’d be happy do do this!)


✮ he was busy with some huge LOLOL event that was happening for valentine’s 
✮ he felt bad but you assured him that it was fine and you would just go see family or a friend or whatever 
✮ so when he leaves the house to get food and sees you with some guy??
✮ your brother was teasing you by pulling and twisting your hair 
✮ but to yoosung it looked like he was hella flirting 
✮ basically stomps up and flicks your brother’s hand away 
✮ ‘excuse me, why are you touching my girlfriend? huh?’ 
where did this confidence come from hmmmm
✮ your brother is confused because ‘omg is this the innocent yoosung MC was talking about???’
✮ you’re trying not to fall over from laughing 
✮ your brother looks absolutely horrified 
✮ “MC is mY siStEr! who are you, huh punk?’ 
✮ yoosung.exe has stopped working
✮ almost cries
✮ apologises 38918475 times he feels so bad 
✮ is pouting for the rest of the day and puts the LOLOL event on the back burner 


✎ she told you beforehand that valentine’s was going to be probably the busiest day for the cafe 
✎ but W O W 
✎ the cafe was packed and you hardly got to see jaehee 
✎ and your brother visited during your lunch break 
✎ so you two were just standing in a corner, trying to leave as much room for the actual customers that you could 
✎ things died down for a total of maybe five minutes 
✎ and jaehee looked around to find you and saw your brother squishing your cheeks together while you both laughed 
✎ she really wanted to go over there and judo kick someone’s ass but she still had customers 
✎ she was kinda angry for the rest of the day 
✎ until afterwards you walk up with your brother and introduce them 
✎ her face is redder than saeyoung’s hair 
✎ she refuses to admit anything 
✎ except when you’re back home she’s super affectionate 
✎ and at first you think it’s just valentine’s day love 
✎ but she’s super clingy and kind sheepish 
✎ so you ask what the deal is 
✎ and she begrudgingly admits that she saw you and your brother when you were messing around and didn’t realise it was your brother
✎ you have to try and maintain the giggles because she’s obviously embarrassed
✎ cute baehee 


✿ he was really busy rehearsing an upcoming musical 
✿ and the director was super strict and wasn’t letting anyone out for the day 
✿ during one of the breaks he picked up his phone and noticed that his fans were all tagging him in the same thing
✿ and he went to it and it’s a picture of you with some guy?!?!?!?!
✿ and he’s so scandalised 
✿ he immediately goes to the group chat and sees that you and saeyoung are online
✿ he basically spams the picture with multiple exclamations akin to ‘WTF MC’ 
✿ you’re freaking out because he’s just sending mindless messages now and won’t stop to listen 
✿ and saeyoung is just off his chair laughing because he obviously knows who it is (background check) 
✿ you send a selfie of you and your brother both with a ‘wtf’ face and the ‘boi’ hand at the camera 
✿ and zen finally stops 
✿ you send another picture but this one’s of you and your brother when you were babies 
✿ ‘hyun, this is my brother’ 
✿ ‘nice to meet THE zen’
✿ he’s so flustered 
✿ he sends sorry to the chat so many times that the original problem can’t even be found 
✿ when he comes home that night he brings a big bouquet of flowers and your favourite snacks 
✿ is super clingy 


₩ this nugget just doesn’t believe in valentine’s day 
₩ you’d told him how annoyed this makes you but he didn’t seem to care too much 
₩ so he was at work 
₩ you went to lunch at the cafe thing across from the C&R building because your brother was curious 
₩ y’all were just chilling, eating pastries and drinking milkshakes 
₩ and then jaehee came for her lunch break 
plot twist
₩ you say hi and your brother introduces himself (but not as your brother) 
₩ and she’s shook 
₩ she goes back and asks jumin if he knew you were at the cafe with some guy
₩ he glides down and stands at your table 
₩ you really nonchalantly say hello 
₩ he’s so confused 
₩ ‘would you like to explain yourself MC?’ 
₩ ???? ‘jumin what are you talking about? i’m just having lunch with my brother, we’re waiting for his girlfriend to come’ 
₩ it’s like you can see him deflate in embarrassment 
₩ he like flops down in the seat next to you 
₩ meets your brother 
₩ when you’re back at home you ask him why he was so salty at the start and he admitted that he thought you were on a date with some random guy because he wouldn’t celebrate valentine’s 
₩ you laugh and say you wouldn’t do that and shower him in affection
he made up for it ;)


⌨  he probably knows what your brother looks like from the background check but for the sake of story let’s just pretend he didn’t go that deep into your history 
⌨  he was super busy with work-related stuff and didn’t even realise it was valentine’s
⌨  he asked you to grab some groceries because he couldn’t
⌨  he’d noticed you’d been gone for a while so he hacked into the security cameras of and around the grocery store
⌨  saw you talking to some guy
⌨  he’s so confused because you haven’t just stopped for a little ‘oh hi I know you’ obligatory hello but you’re walking down the sidewalk with the store bags and talking
⌨  he sees him nudge you with his shoulder and he’s kinda pissed
⌨  he just waits until you’re back home. you’re alone 
⌨  he tries to act nonchalant about it, and like he doesn’t know anything– waiting until you bring it up 
⌨  it’s the end of the day and he crawls into the bed where you already are 
⌨  you bring up how it’s valentine’s day and that you missed him 
⌨  he feels guilty but he’s kinda frustrated from before and goes ‘it didn’t look like you missed me too much while walking down the street with some other guy’ 
⌨  he did not get the reaction he expected 
⌨  he expected you to be kinda shocked like ‘:o caught’ 
⌨  but you’re giggling and snorting 
⌨  ‘saeyoung… that was my brother; we ran into each other outside a store so he walked with me for a little while’ 
⌨  like jumin, he deflates 
⌨  he feels S O  B A D 
⌨  he gives you so many cuddles and just fully wraps himself around you 
⌨  swears he’ll make it up to you 
⌨  he definitely does 

I hope you all had a happy valentine’s day! CHEAP CHOCOLATE AND MYSTIC MESSENGER DLC’S WOOO ♡♡♡♡

Don't Mess with What is Mine(Jerome Valeska x Chubby Shy Reader)

Originally posted by bonniebird

Prompt: The reader and Jerome go to the club so Jerome can do business with some guys, while you walk around alone a guy is flirty with you and says inappropriate things to you, which doesn’t make Jerome react nicely.

Warning: Murder, mention of sex, I think some cursing.

Note: I love this little ginger asshole and would feel like a very protective boyfriend especially if his girlfriend was shy.

It really was a surprise to many of your friends and family when they found out you were dating Jerome Valeska. It was also a very big surprise to the public when the headline came out “PSYCHO CRIMINAL JEROME VALESKA MANAGES TO STEAL THE HEART OF SHY MRS. Y/L/N” You didn’t really mind being called the psycho’s girlfriend since you knew deep down Jerome was good. Also to many they said that you managed to make the maniac go soft but that theory was discarded very fast after Jerome went on a killing spree. But he was very sweet to you. God he loved you so much. He knew how shy you could be sometimes so he would always act so sweet around you. He really didn’t want to scare you off so he tried to be the best boyfriend there ever was.

Then on one Saturday afternoon, Jerome asked you if you would like to join him in going to the club with him since he had to do some business with some guys. He knew the club wasn’t really your scene but he wanted to ask you just incase. What really surprised him was when you agreed to join him in going.

So now it was later that night and you arrived at the club. Jerome accompanied you inside. One minute you walked in there was a lot of noise and people, which really wasn’t your favorite, but you still put on a smile on your face. That was something Jerome loved about you how you could make any situation, negative or not, positive. So when you were inside the club Jerome lead you to the guys he needed to talk to.

“Well hello Jerome. Who’s this lovely lady with you today. She is way to beautiful for you.” One guy spoke. His comment made you blush a little which Jerome noticed, and didn’t appreciate.

“This is y/n. My girlfriend, note MY girlfriend.” Jerome spat back.

“Don’t worry I won’t be stealing your girl. Now let’s get to business.”

Before Jerome started talking with the guys whispered in your ear “Hey doll there a booth in the back of the club, why don’t you go and save it for us ok? Then when I’m done here I can go buy a couple drinks. Would you like that.” You nodded and headed over to the booth Jerome was talking about. You took a seat at one side of the booth and shortly after a guy sat beside you.

“Hey sweetcheeks what’s your name.”

“My name is y/n and if you don’t mind I was saving that seat for my boyfriend.”

“Well I don’t see his name on it. Anyway how about you forget about your little boyfriend and let a real man show you a good time. I know exactly how to make a woman moan.” He moved closer into your face and moved his hand up your thigh.

“No-o thank you-u. Ummm I have to use the restroom if you excuse me.”

“Ok sweetheart don’t be too long.” he said winking at you. You quickly went to go find Jerome. The guy was lucky Jerome wasn’t there when he was flirting with you he would have been dead in five seconds flat. You spotted Jerome over at the bar ordering both of you drinks. You walked up next to him so quietly he didn’t even noticed. So you pulled on his sleeve to gain his attention.

“Oh hey sweetcheeks is everything ok?” Jerome asked. You shook your head and moved to whisper in his ear “After I sat in the booth, this guy just sat next to me. He started to flirt with me and made me feel really uncomfortable. Can we just leave?” You could see Jerome expression turned into a little jealous but mostly anger how dare someone make his sweet little y/n uncomfortable, that guy was going to pay.

“Yes of course doll we can leave but I have to use the restroom. Wait here a minute will you?” You nodded. Instead of heading to the bathroom Jerome headed over to the guy. When Jerome reached the booth he sat across from the guy. The guy was about to speak until Jerome interrupted. “So you’re the guy flirting with my girl. Let me just say it pal I don’t really appreciate it, you know. Hearing some lousy drunk idiot making an attempt to steal my girl isn’t the way I wanted to spend the night.”

“Oh so your the minx’s little boyfriend. Don’t worry she wasn’t interested. Well I might have persuaded her to come home with me, show her what sex is with a real man not some freak show like you, but sadly you showed up.” This guy knew exactly how to bush Jerome’s buttons. “Obviously you have had sex with her,” the guy leaned into the table. “tell me some tips, what makes her scream, what’s her favorite position?”

“Alright you asshole, stop talking about my girlfriend like that, she’s mine and if you make one more comment, your dead.” Jerome pulled out a knife hiding it under the table so the guy couldn’t see it.

“Oh sure what are you going to do.” That was the last straw. Jerome walked out of his seat and came right in the guy’s face, the knife facing his neck.

“This should teach you not to mess with things that are mine.” That being said Jerome stabbed the neck right into the guy’s neck. Before anyone noticed the scene Jerome walked over to you. “Alright I’m ready to go.” he said and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Thanks.” you whispered into his ear, while pecking his cheek softly, making him blush a bit. As you moved your head away from his face, you flicked your eyes over to the booth in the corner so he knew what you were talking about.

“Anytime, doll. Now let’s go home.” After he said that you both headed home, hands intertwined.

Originally posted by thelllina

theactualmedusa  asked:

Can you pretty please write a PJO Hogwarts AU? And can I choose the houses? I'm going to list my house choices but you of course do not have to stick with them. Nico: Slytherin Percy: Gryffindor Jason: Gryffindor Reyna: Slytherin Hazel: Hufflepuff Frank: Hufflepuff Will: Hufflepuff Annabeth: Ravenclaw Piper: (I honestly don't know. You choose) Leo: Gryffindor And solangelo of course. Please? *puppy dog eyes*

Your wish has been granted in the middle of me studying for my exams.

(This will also be posted on my AO3)

“Ugh, this tie sucks,” Nico groaned, looking over at his two roommates, Reyna and Piper. They had, after talking to the headmaster, been allowed to share a room. Nico felt very uncomfortable with the other boys (mainly because they thought he was a freak) and his only friends from the house were Reyna and Piper. So, now, in their fifth year, they got the permission to share a dorm.

Reyna looked up. “It looks good on you, Nico. You’re way better than me at tying them, that’s for sure.”

“You guys, if we don’t get going soon, there’s no chance we’ll be able to eat breakfast before our first class,” Piper said from the door, eyeing her two roommates, one of which was straightening out their tie and the other one looking for their shoes. Her expression changed from a serious one to a wide grin. “And besides, there’s always something you can look at in the Great Hall, isn’t there?”

Nico scoffed, but couldn’t stop the faintest blush to spread over his pale cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Reyna adopted the same grin as Piper as she pulled on her shoes, having finally found them under her dresser. “Suuure, so there isn’t a certain Hufflepuff you have your eyes on?”

“No. Leave me alone.” And with that, Nico marched out of their room, past Piper and out of the Slytherin Common Room.

As he made his way towards the Great Hall alone, he let his thoughts wander. How dare they assume that he liked anyone in Hufflepuff? Well, of course he liked someone there - his sister Hazel and her boyfriend Frank - but that wasn’t important right now. He did not have a crush on anyone. Not since the admire-crush thing he had on one of his friends in second grade. He was done with romance already. No one would want a freak who happened to think that necromancy was cool. Especially not perfect blond guys with the bluest eyes in the world that helped out in the hosp- no, he was not going there with his thoughts. Not now.

He walked into the Great Hall and started to look for his friends. After each Welcome-back-to-school party, the house tables got switched out with smaller tables so that the students could sit with whoever they wanted to. Nico, with his ‘friend’ group being spread across all the houses, this was definitely an advantage for them.

At one of the tables close to the left wall, he saw Percy sitting with Annabeth and Leo and he started to walk towards them, also minding the tables around them to see who sat there.

“Hey, Nico,” Percy greeted him as he sat down and got a glass of apple juice, not really having much of an appetite like usual.

“Hey,” Nico mumbled. Then he noticed the faint bags under his friend’s eyes. “Wait, you actually stayed up last night and got your homework done? Since when?”

“Since Annabeth forced me to. We stayed in the library until it closed and then we went to her common room. I fell asleep after 11:30.” He ended his explanation with a big yawn. “And I’m not happy about it.”

Reyna and Piper joined them, followed by Hazel, Frank and Jason. “Of course you’re not. You don’t like homework,” Reyna said before focusing his attention on Nico. “You have to eat. Remember the last time you ‘forgot’ to eat both dinner and breakfast in a row?”

Nico grimaced. He had passed out in the hallway and been brought to the hospital wing where he woke up to find a student looking after him rather than Madam Pomfrey. That was an experience he would rather not repeat again, so he helped himself to a small bowl of cereal. “Happy?”

“Very,” a familiar voice said behind him. Nico turned around and almost knocked his goblet over, glaring at the person standing behind him. Of course it was him. Will Solace. The boy who had taken care of him in the hospital wing more times that he liked to admit.

“You really have to eat breakfast Nico, or else you’ll pass out again. You’re already almost too skinny and you really don’t need to drop any more weight,” Will said, looking down at him.

Nico sent a death glare back in return. “I didn’t ask for you to stick your nose into my friend’s conversation.”

Will crossed his arms. “Well, I didn’t ask for you to be such an idiot about your health either, but funnily you are one anyways.”

The Seven and Reyna watched as Will and Nico continued to bicker, eventually drawing the attention of the people sitting at nearby tables as well. They all could feel the thick sexual tension between the boys and a couple girls sitting at almost the other end of the hall yelled, “Can you two just kiss and get over it?”

Nico’s head whipped up to glare at the yeller before stomping out of the Great Hall with a dark blush covering his face and shadows making a small trail behind him.

Will looked after him with an equally dark blush before joining his friends at some other table.

Later, when the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had Herbology together, Nico avoided Will at all costs. He couldn’t have a crush on the stupid blond. Not after Percy. No. Nope. Nix. Nada. He was done with romance and Will probably couldn’t stand him. He was just a creepy freak that had always been able to manipulate shadows, bones and ghosts to some degree. It was connected to dark magic in people’s minds and many stayed away from him. Not that he minded, people just wasn’t his thing. Period.

Problem was, Will didn’t seem to want to avoid Nico. No, that idiot walked up to where Nico was working with Hazel and asked if they could talk privately after the class was over. Nico reluctantly agreed, even if he knew Will was just going to make fun of him and his sexuality. But deep inside, Nico knew that Will wasn’t the type of person to do that. So why the heck did he want to talk to Nico then?

anonymous asked:

Hey Bonney how are you? I don't know if you are taking requests but could you please do a AU where Gray and Lucy get caught by Juvia and Natsu in a very suggestive position (by accident of course) I love you so much, your work is absolutely amazing!

Gray wasn’t a jealous man by nature. He was aware Juvia loved him and that wouldn’t change anytime soon. Was he a little possessive when he noticed other people were taking an interest in her? Sure. He wasn’t blind: she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen and other people, men and women, would be interested in her. As long as they just looked, there was nothing he could do about it other than stand a bit too close to her so they knew she was taken.

Someone else touching her, though, was a problem.

It was what irritated him the most about Lyon’s crush on her: his hands on her, holding hers, an arm around her shoulder, a hand on her lower back… It annoyed the hell out of Gray.

Most of the time, though, Gray didn’t get jealous, Juvia was the jealous one in the relationship.

That day, though, he had met Lucy in the market and had spent a couple of hours together while he helped her with finding a good gift for Natsu to give him at their one year anniversary, alongside with Happy, and when they arrived at the Guild and were told their significant other was in a closed room, they went to get them while Happy flew away to find Charle.

The scene they saw in front of their eyes when they opened the door made both of them stop on their tracks.

Juvia was lying on the floor, Natsu on top of her. The pair looked their way, surprised to see them there.

“What’s… happening?” Lucy asked, slowly because Gray didn’t seem to have wrapped his mind around what he was seeing.

“Um… We were… practising, Lucy-san.” Juvia looked up to Natsu, who snorted and started to laugh when Juvia fell into a fit of giggles.

Gray frowned when Natsu rested his forehead on Juvia’s shoulder, still laughing. He glanced at Lucy and saw the blonde wasn’t seeing the humour either.

“Maybe you two should get up.” Gray offered, taking a step closer to them. He knew Juvia would never cheat on him, he trusted Natsu with his life, knew his best friend loved Lucy and he also knew his barely contained jealousy had no reasoning at all but he was only human and seeing his girlfriend under another guy was pushing it.

“Oh, right.” Natsu nodded and got up, offering a hand to Juvia, who took it. “I’d say I’m getting better, what do you think?” He told her, clearly joking.

Juvia laughed. “Oh, definitely. Juvia thinks you are almost an expert by now.”

“What’s happening, exactly?” Lucy asked wanting more answers and Gray could see rather clearly she had the same internal battle he did.

“Natsu-san wanted to learn how to properly dance so he wouldn’t step on your toes when you two went to celebrate your anniversary.” Juvia told them. “Juvia was teaching him.”

“If I step on her toes, it doesn’t hurt her because she turns herself into water.” He shrugged. “Better than stepping on real toes.”

“Juvia doesn’t mind helping.” The Water Mage shrugged.

Well, that made sense. Gray thought, rather relieved - as crazy as it sounded when speaking of Juvia and Natsu, just about the two most upfront and blunt people in Fairy Tail. They were quite clear and direct about whom they were interested in and both were very bad liars so it made zero sense to suspect anything.

Jealousy didn’t need to make sense, though.

“Alright, lesson’s over.” Gray, annoyed, took the hand Natsu was still holding into his and put a hand on Juvia’s lower back, pushing her towards the door.

“What put your panties in a bunch?” Natsu asked, confused and when Gray looked down to Juvia, she was just as confused as the Dragon Slayer.

Of course the two of them would be freaking clueless.

“Could you…?” Gray asked to Lucy who sighed and nodded, turning to her boyfriend while Gray led Juvia out of the room.

“Gray-sama?” He didn’t let her stop, pushing her lightly until they were out of the Guild. “Um… Where are we going? You are in a… bad mood.”

“My place.” Gray told her and finally stopped for a moment to look at her. “Look, I’m in a bad mood because it’s not very pleasant to see my girlfriend and my best friend being so cozy together.” He saw her expression of surprise and disbelief. “Yes, I know it was all pretty innocent because you two can be the most forward people I’ve ever seen and still be the most clueless and innocent too. Don’t know how you manage that, by the way. The thing is, it annoyed the hell out of me so I better get far from him and have you close, alright? Alright.” He answered his own question and tried to walk again but Juvia didn’t move. “Juvia, come on.”

“Are you really jealous?” Juvia was clearly surprised.

“I am not.” Gray denied too fast.

“You are.” The blunette realized. “Oh my god, you are jealous of Juvia and Natsu-san? That makes no sense, Gray-sama! Water and fire do not mix well! Besides, Juvia loves Gray-sama and Natsu-san loves Lucy-san.”

Gray groaned, annoyed. “Yes, I know all that. Just… I need no people other than you around for a bit, okay? People and their stupid hands they can’t seem to keep to themselves.” He mumbled the last sentence and finally made Juvia move.

The Water Mage ler him guide her for a few moments before she spoke. “Juvia kinds of like seeing Gray-sama jealous. At least it’s not only her.” She told him. “Is it wrong?”

Yes.” He told her and stopped when she pulled his hands, she kissed his lips when Gray looked her way. The gesture calmed him down a bit.

“Juvia is Gray-sama’s and Gray-sama’s only.”

He sighed; her sincerity made him feel a lot better. “I know.”

“Alright, let’s go to your place so Juvia can reassure you in any way she can” she said, suggestive, “that she has no intention of cheating on you. Ever.”

Gray snorted but let her pull his hand towards his apartment, feeling better, the green-eyed monster at bay for the moment with the promise of her reassurance when they got alone.


AN: I wrote the "wrong” duos haha I hope it was alright, though haha 😂

That’s My Name, Don't Wear It Out (Jason Todd x Reader)

AU/Prompt: “I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who shares my name” AU by @mewlink

A/N: I have to be fucking honest with you guys, I really enjoyed writing this. Everything in italics are just your thoughts.

Tags: @wynterrobin

Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt. 4


Life was great. New furniture, a new job, and especially a new apartment. Well, you’re still living in Gotham, just in the “better” side with “less” crime. But what can possibly go wrong, right?

When you arrived home from work, you took a well deserved bath with your favorite bath bomb, sipping on a glass of wine. It’s only been a week since you’ve moved into a new apartment, and so far everything was going great.

Or so you thought.

That night, you got ready for bed. You laid down under your warm blankets feeling very cozy. It didn’t take you long to finally fall asleep, but after an hour, strange noises woke you up from your deep slumber. You checked your cell to look at the time, it was 3am. 

You mentally cursed, the bumping on the other side of your bedroom wall was loud yet slow. Bump…bump…bump.

Your guess was that someone was hammering nails to hang portraits but you threw that assumption down the drain when you heard the screaming and moaning, “Ah, Jason!”

The freaking land lady never told you these damned walls weren’t sound proof.

The bumps started to increase in volume and speed. You heard loud male grunts, “(Y/N)…” 

Oh, hell no. You couldn’t believe it. Your freaking neighbor was screwing someone who shares your name. This cant be happening to me, why me of all people?!

It’s been two weeks since you’ve moved in now, and not once did the awful noises stopped. Night after night you keep hearing your neighbor moan your name until finally you lost it.

“Thats it!” You threw your blankets off your body and stormed out of your apartment. You started to bang harshly on your neighbors door.

No answer.

You sucked on your teeth and started banging on the door harder, even kicking it, “Open up!”

In the middle of your banging and kicking, the door opened swiftly, “What?!”

A man, not that much older than you, walked outside. You can tell he was very pissed, but when he eyed you up and down his expression turned into confusion. 

The fact that he’s insanely hot with no shirt on and just a towel wrapped around his waist, which looked like it couldn’t hold on to his body much longer, didn’t even bother you, “Look,” You said sternly, folding your arms, “I get it, we’re human and some of us have sexual needs, but don’t you think you can tone it down a bit?”

He blinked, “I’m sorry I don’t under-”

“I’m your next door neighbor, man! These walls ain’t shit, I can hear you fucking some (girl/guy) who shares my name! Do you know how cringe worthy that is?!”

He took a while to process what you just said and once he did, he groaned as he slid a hand down his perfect face, “Your name is (Y/N)?”

You snorted, “Yeah that’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

“Oh gosh, well this is embarrassing.”

You placed a hand on your hip, nodding in agreement, “Hell yeah it is!”

He sighed, walking out into the hallway, closing the door halfway, “Look, I’m sorry, alright. I didn’t know you moved in.”

You raised an eyebrow, “It’s my second week, how come you haven’t noticed?”

Your heart almost dropped in your stomach when he grinned, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

You chuckled, “Try me.”

“Dinner tomorrow night then? I know a guy who can get us in a fancy restaurant.” He said smirking, voice low and rough.

You scoffed, “Woow, asking someone on a date while you have someone naked in your bed? Nice try.”

He rolled his eyes, “Oh don’t worry, they and I are just friends with benefits.”

You cleared your throat, “Well, I’ll just have to think about it.”

He smiled as he opened his door to go back inside, “Trust me, good night, (Y/N).” Before he closed his door, he gave you a wink.

You just realized you’ve been barely breathing the entire time. You let out a shivering sigh, “Yeah, goodnight.”

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've already done this (feel free to ignore it if you have!) But could I maybe ask for the rfa members (+ v and saeran maybe?) reacting to mc stealing and walking around in an item of their clothing? I love your blog btw!

Thank youuuu!

~This is a cute ask, here ya go! 


  • After much waiting, this kid FINALLY asks you to stay overnight
  • You were sitting and watching him play LOLOL with his guild, getting close to leaving for the night
  • He noticed you looking at your phone which meant it was time to go
    • “MC, w-why don’t you just sleep here? I can make you an omelette in the morning!”
  • You could hear the ‘hallelujah’ chorus in the distance as you agreed
  • He promised to be off soon, they were going to fight this rare monster
  •  But you didn’t exactly prepare for this
  • You had no PJs!
  • While he was glued to the screen you decided to raid his closet
  • He wouldn’t mind, right?
  • You found a green LOLOL shirt that seemed just big enough for you to sleep comfortably in
    • “This nerd…god I love him,” you laughed to yourself as you held it up to inspect it
  • You could still hear him screaming into the chat mic from the other room as you changed into it
  • Walked back into the living room to see how the game was going
    • “Superman Yoosung! How are you doing?!”
    • “MC! I’m sorry I can’t talk right now, we are right in the middle of-”
  • He had to double take
    • “ImsorryguysimloggingoutBYE”
  • Throws his headset, ignoring the screaming on the other end
  • His cheeks were so flush!
  • You’ve never seen him move so fast
  • Snatched you up and kissed you super hard


  • Does this guy own anything other than striped freaking shirts
  • You were thumbing through his closet for something to wear
  • Bored of your own clothes, you wanted to wear something of his
  • Hidden in the very back of his closet
  • A black shirt with Elizabeth 3rd’s photo printed on it
  • O M G !!!
  • Could anyone blame you for snatching it off of the hanger and throwing it on?
  • You looked so cute wearing nothing but the Elizabeth shirt
  • When you greeted Jumin at the door…
  • Holding Elizabeth (who was super content) in your arms
  • It was the first time you had seen him flustered
  • Literally couldn’t speak??
    • Oh no she found the shirt!
      • OH NO she’s wearing it and looks so cute!!!!!…
  • In a split second is telling the body guards to give you privacy, ordering everyone out of the penthouse for 3 hours
    • “MC…I’m going to punish you for snooping through my things…”


  • One of your favorite things in the world was teasing this guy
  • Poor Zen
  • So when you found this tight leather shirt in his closet of course the first thing you did was put it on to greet him when he came back from the gym
  • It must have been from one of his musicals or something, lost and forgotten in his closet
  • You were giddy as you waited for him to arrive 
  • When he finally walked through the door, sweaty, towel around his neck…
    • “MC, I’m hoooome!” He called before noticing you in the kitchen entryway
    • “Zen! I’ve been waiting…” you  smirked.
  • //Dead
  • K.O.
  • Can I type this any more?? ((((no))))
  • You’ve unleashed
  • T H E  B E A S T
  • He throws his water bottle and towel to the side
  • You’re not going to sleep much tonight


  • It was a super hard day at the coffee shop for her
  • Poor girl was drained
  • She found herself walking into a dark apartment 
  • You bumped into her while getting a glass of water
    • “Oh Jaehee…you’re home”
    • “Yes. I’m so exh- MC? Is this my shirt?”
  • When her eyes adjusted to the dark she noticed it
  • You put it on to go to bed
    • “Um yeah. You work so late sometimes…and it smells like you”
  • All of her stress washed away and she blushed
  • She kissed the top of your head
    • “Let’s get some rest, MC.”


  • You were cooking a late night meal for you both
  • Wearing nothing but his big sweater
  • He had been glued to his desk all day and you knew the best way to get him to eat was if you cooked it for him
  • The smell of the food drew him out to the kitchen
  • Critical hit ! to his heart when he saw you
  • You were so focused you hadn’t even noticed him until he was tugging at the sweater
    • “Heyyy, this is mine,” he pointed out
    • “So?”
    • “So give it back,” he pulled at it.
    • “No! Get outta here you’re bothering me,” you smacked his hands away.
    • “Not without my sweater!”
  • Was tickling you and pulling it up, trying to get to the zipper
  • You hit him with a spatula several times
  • Ended up running from him and he chased you throughout the apartment
  • Tackles you on the couch
  • He gets his sweater >.>
  • You were interrupted by the smell of burning food
    • “Oh shit, dinner!” You jumped up.
    • “Eh, don’t worry about it MC. I’ll order some takeout. Now, where were we…”


  • You were wearing one of his V necks as a nightie
  • This boy had the most comfy clothes omg the quality
  • He was waiting on the couch as you brewed tea
  • Snuggled up next to him after bringing a cup for you both
    • “Thank you, darling,” he smiled.
  • Immediately spits out his tea when he feels what you’re wearing
    • “I hope it’s okay, V. Your clothes are just so comfy!”
  • He was speechless for a moment but let his hands do the talking for him
    • “It’s more than okay, MC”
  • He pulled you in for a kiss then showed you just how much he liked it


  • It was dinner and movie night!
  • Saeran was groaning at you from the living room, telling you to hurry up or you’d be late for your reservation
  • But all of your clothes were dirtyyyy T_T
  • Damn you had both really been slacking on the chores lately
  • Frantic, you grabbed one of his red shirts
  • He won’t mind, right?
  • It went okay with your jeans anyway
  • You shrugged, rushing to meet him by the door
    • “Ready to go?” You panted.
  • He was stiff still staring at you
    • “Umm…earth to Saeran? HellooOOO-!”
  • He tossed you over his shoulder without warning and was carrying you back down the hallway
    • “What are you doing?! We’re going to be late!” you yelled.
  • He closed the bedroom door behind you with his foot and tossed you on the bed

jigglejaggle  asked:

(this is someone else's prompt, i don't remember who made it though but it's a bit different than the original..) could you write something where lance is stuck cleaning the decontamination chamber and he accidentally turns on with him inside so there's water filling up the room rapidly and he's running out of time but someone finally comes by and hears him screaming and freaking out trying to get him out. You can choose if lance dies or not (I'd prefer that he almost does but is revived by CPR)

I hope you like it; I haven’t slept in 30 hours so I’m just chugging along here…

A few aspects of living in a flying castle really bugged Lance.

How is anyone in their right mind supposed to clean the thing, especially while trying to fight a war at the same time?

How is someone supposed to stay out of the frankly ridiculous amount of traps and strange places scattered haphazardly around?

And, most importantly, how is someone supposed to get out of said traps when there are only six other people on the ship with a once again absurd square footage?

More under the cut!

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anonymous asked:

About Keith probably starting things w Lance at the Garrsion, I don't really think Keith likely just not noticing/ ignoring him is a legitimate reason for any of Lance's antagonism. I get that for Lance he might have taken being ignored by someone he respected/ looked up to personally, but that's actually fairly immature for him to have held onto that feeling for so long. For Lance he thinks he's known Keith since before Voltron, while for Keith Lance was a stranger -two different situations.

gnotblue replied to your post “I know Lance can put his bias towards Keith aside when their’s an…”

disagree. maybe as leader it’s Keith’s responsibility to encourage Lance, but as peer? whatever happened in the garrison, Keith doesn’t remember- & Lance just doesn’t stop picking him as target for his personal attacks. Keith reacts and sometimes starts it, but he also tried to get out of their pattern more than once. s. the bonding moment.

I already said this before, but I think if Keith didn’t remember Lance, Lance would be lying on the floor together with the doctors in seconds, for trying to interrupt Keith back there and get his hands on Shiro.

Like, Keith is not the most trusting person, you know… He’s like super suspicious of everyone at first and is very careful, no matter how harmless or friendly the strangers might seem. (And Lance didn’t even look friendly when he walks in on him, he literally goes “nonono you’re not taking Shiro”)

Which makes me think Keith not only clearly remembers Lance, But he also trusts him. (with Shiro, his “most prized possession” haha, so that means alot.)

I really don’t think Keith would let them come along with him to his secret hideout with a guy he just stole from the Garrison, if he didn’t trust them. 

So he probably knows alot more about them than he lets them believe.

(Also unlike Shiro, he could have totally recognized Pidge as Matt’s sister right away, maybe even at the Garrison, maybe he even somehow knew about what she was doing to find out what happened on that mission, because he might have been doing the same thing, and then just kept quiet about her identity because he wanted her to reveal her secret when she was ready)

Bottom line, if he was ok with taking them with him, he probably knew all three of them well enough to really trust them. (Or maybe even just trusted Lance enough to also trust his friends)

And this line “oh I remember you, you’re a cargo pilot

Like it sounds so freaking condescending. And I don’t think Keith is someone who looks down on people’s jobs or has some “I’m a fighter pilot” ego thing. 

That’s a clear jab at Lance. Why? because he knows Lance really wanted to be a fighter pilot and ended up in cargo. And Lance walks in there all like “nononono IM saving Shiro” like trying to one up Keith and not like actually just give him a hand, so Keith gets pissed and is all “new phone, who dis?” cuz he knows it would piss off Lance and will kinda get him off his high horse. But also it might totally go a bit deeper than that.

Because I think it’s like Keith always pretends like he dun care about this rivalry thing. BUT HE DOES. 

Lance gets to him. 

No matter how many people say their rivalry is just in Lance’s head and he’s the only one that pushes this rivalry on them. It’s not. 

I think Keith wouldn’t respond to him like that or try to get back at him and annoy him if there wasn’t something to it.

This wouldn’t have happened if it was just in Lance’s head:

Keith would’t crash his lion there, he would play along and just let Lance crash his lion. But he obviously was really serious about showing Lance who’s the better pilot or that he’s just as daring as him.

And like when they are training, he makes Lance walk into walls and a dead end on purpose!!! And is all “why you’re not listening Lance??”

He doesn’t exactly tries to be the bigger man, he gets back at him for everything! Keith picks on Lance just as much as Lance picks on him, he’s just kinda more sneaky about it, so he doesn’t gets caught on it, so it wouldn’t appear like Lance actually gets to him. 

Or I dunno, maybe he does it cause its just fun to annoy Lance.

Like this shit here, was totally uncalled for (and this was after “bonding moment”). And Keith started this one.

There’s like alot of little things he does to annoy Lance for no good reason… And the only time he kinda tried to reach out to him and put a stop to this I think was in the comics, when he says “Good job, Lance!” 

(The bonding moment was Lance reaching out to Keith, by kinda showing him what he is really hoping for, for them all to be a good team and for him and Keith to kinda be you know “space ranger partners” and not rivals I guess). Keith just smiled approvingly but then he was back at picking on Lance again!)

I don’t think Lance is the kind of person who is looking for strife. He’s super friendly and he really wants to get along with people, so I really have my doubts about him starting this whole “not getting along with Keith” thing. I feel like he most likely just responds to Keith’s attitude towards him. 

And you know, I don’t think Lance was lying there in the first episode when he said “You know, Lance and Keith, neck and neck.”

I dun think Lance is a bad pilot. I think he’s a reckless pilot, a daring pilot, but I think he’s not as bad as the team makes it seem in terms of skills.

So my theory is that Keith finally had someone who caught up to him in flight school, and he didn’t really like that. (probably liked Lance, but not the fact he can potentially be a better pilot) I think Lance challenged him, and that was the source of their totally real rivalry. (And why Lance would be the perfect person to take over Red)

(I mean Keith and Lance are kinda similar after all, they both sometimes do reckless things and act like hot heads and then kinda get at each other for doing the same things..)

And like I have to say that I personally think Keith and Lance have the most brotherly, sibling like relationship if there ever was one (no, it’s not Keith and Shiro, I actually find it odd so many people see THAT relationship as brotherly because I literally have never met two siblings or bros that act like that..)

Like to me Keith and Lance are like siblings that have like a year, two years or so apart. And Lance is kinda like the younger sibling that can’t quite catch up to or really get back at the older one, And Keith is the older sibling that just has fun teasing the younger one all the time but really wants him to succeed and yet still gets super annoyed if the younger one beats him at anything.

And like since I’m sure it’s very important for both of them to get recognition and praise from Shiro (who’s gonna be the parent figure in this case), So Lance is kinda like the child that always feels like Keith is the favorite and dad always takes his side..

(Even tho space dad does love all his kids equally.. I think Shiro deals with Lance in a good way, I hope Keith learns from him)

Like I mean, the drones thing was such a siblings thing to do! Like Keith just pushes Lance’s drone out of the way and is all “Sorry! Gotta be quick” and they start fighting

And Dad is all “Knock it off, you two! Play nice!”

And Lance is “KEITH STARTED IT!!!“

I dunno, if you have siblings (im not sure how its with sisters tho) but if you have brothers who are close to you in age I’m sure u can understand exactly what I’m talking about here.

So I dunno, it’s very clear to me they both really love eachother and care for eachother. And will show it, but won’t actually like, admit it to eachother.. 

Like even the bonding moment

Keith did not punch Sendak.

Lance did not shoot his arm off.

So I think it’s safe to assume Keith didn’t actually cradle Lance in his arms at any point.

This is them still bonding by just making shit up and teasing eachother. It’s not as serious as ppl make it out to be. It’s a very friendly exchange, a blossoming bromance. (and yes, so far it does seems like just bromance to me, ofcourse it might change in the future, but so far these two seasons that’s all I’m getting form them)

They both know they kinda bonded back there and had this very uncharacteristic tender moment and are kinda backtracking on it but in a sibling kind of way, like “ew I would never get along with you” but I’m sure they both know they are just messing around there.

Like Keith and Lance to me are the epitome of your common sibling relationship.

They are the “I love you to death and would die for you, but I would never admit it to your face, and i’ll only talk shit to your face but will beat anyone else who does, and will only say good things about you behind your back”

Like, it’s clear Keith and Lance really like eachother. Keith doesn’t actually hate Lance and Lance doesn’t hate Keith. They’re just you kno… bros in the making. And they both act like idiots sometimes.

But for them to get along better, Keith (as the person who’s kinda in the position of the older sibling the younger one really admires and wants to be friends with) has to stop doing this shit where he purposely insults and picks on Lance, yes. Specially as the team’s leader.

anonymous asked:

Okay I definitely didn't forget this super specific ask thing I was gonna do and leave it until the last minute. Definitely not. Anyways, based on the random scenario of what if America was afraid of fireworks (like the noise they create) can I get some RusAme headcanons for what the Fourth of July is like for them and also how exactly Russia found out America was terrified of fireworks? ((I mean you did say I was allowed to send in something super specific and I want to see your take on this))

Alright yeah I can do this.

So last night at like 1 am here when you sent the ask I was on the phone with my friend, Eris, and I read the ask to her; she said this: “I imagine if Russia found out he just say ‘that’s okay! We’ll use dynamite instead!’” and I felt this was important information for you to know


RusAme with Alfred scared of fireworks:

• Ivan probably found out when they were at a Fourth of July celebration that Alfred b e g g e d him to attend, but Alfred kept asking to leave before dark

• Ivan thought this was strange because he’s been places with Alfred where they stayed late and it was also outdoors

• So Arthur shows up you know, says “Alfred I need to talk to you it’s kind of urgent.”

• So they all go inside to a lobby with their drinks and pizza, and Arthur is talking to Alfred about an error in some documents and wants to know if Alfred knows to fix it

• This conversation takes awhile because Alfred is like “Yo I can fix it now,” so by the time they decide to go back outside it’s dark and Alfred is talking to Ivan, completely oblivious until he hears the soaring sound of the firework and then the loud pop! it makes

• And if for any reason you guys don’t know what a firework sounds like it’s often like a gunshot when you’re listening from inside but when you’re outside it actually kind of sounds like a bomb (that was also the sort of intention bc they represent canon fire) so since Alfred is a nation it is perfectly reasonable for him to not like the sound

• So Alfred is like, freaking out, and tugging on his boyfriend to leave and Ivan is confused because he’s never seen America, the country that loves explosions, be scared of a firework

• Nevertheless he takes Alfred to the car and most likely is covering his ears so he doesn’t hear as much and helps him into the passenger’s side then goes to start the car

• Alfred is like rambling apologies but Ivan assures him it’s okay and that he’s sorry he didn’t notice it was getting late; basically just comforting him

• Ivan notices he’s bummed out about having to leave early and asks what he hates about fireworks

• When Alfred explains it’s just the sound Ivan find a near by firework stand and pulls over.

• Firework stands are like in the middle of nowhere and away from noise too, but anyway–

• Alfred is confused but gets out of the car with Ivan and follows him to the counter where Ivan is buying two boxes of sparklers

• They end up heading home and to their backyard with cake and lighting said sparklers and Alfred likes to watch them fizz out and light another

• Ivan is a Protective BF™ and will make sure Alfred is safe and happy so overall they had a good Fourth of July

• This became a tradition on Alfred’s birthday, too, so instead of everyone going to an event they host a party at Alfred’s house and celebrate there

Don't Do Love Confessions in Trees

Davey wasn’t used to this.

 Sure he had his fair share of 4th of July barbeques with his family but with family friends? Only once in a while. With friends whom he had met just a couple months prior and was now going to hang out with in a random park in New York? Now this was a first.

He shouldered his grocery bag full of various drinks and beer. This was his first time with the guys with any major (if you can call the 4th of July major) and Davey really didn’t know what to expect.

Do they like alcohol? Well Spot sure did but what about the rest of them? Is Independence Day supposed to be a sober holiday? Were half of them even old enough to drink?

“Hey Davey!”

Davey whipped his head towards where he heard his name and saw Jack racing towards him with a grin on his face. He could see that Jack was wearing a red , white, and blue tank top that was…fairly revealing of his muscles to say the least, not that Davey was noticing of course.

“Hi Jack”, he said, smiling sweetly back at him. Jack was really cute, alright. That didn’t mean that Davey necessarily liked him contrary to what Sarah and Kath told him when they said that he was ‘pining’ over the boy. The way Davey thought about it, he wasn’t pining.

Davey liked to observe. And he had observed how adorable Jack looked whenever he smiled in a way that always curved up a corner of his lip and made Davey feel warm inside. Nothing was going on, right?

The two walked back to where the rest of the group was, near the picnic tables in a clearing just out of the forest of trees.

Specs was losing horribly in an arm wrestling match with Spot while Romeo and Race egged on their boyfriends, Crutchie was desperately trying to shoo the wasps and flies away from the food on the picnic tables.

 Sniper had managed to climb a tree and do a back flip off one of the branches, Jojo had sat down with his phone out to record Sniper’s failure. Albert was perched near Crutchie on the table already asleep, and Henry and Finch had resorted to aiming small pebbles at Mike and Ike while on a tree branch.

“Guys, Davey’s here!” Jack shouted at the group. All of the boys turned their heads to look at the newcomer and wave excitedly. Davey held up the bag with the case of beer sheepishly only to be met with hoots and hollers of thanks and approval.

Alright, so that was certain: they’re all potential alcoholics.

As Jack ran off to join the newly started game of football, Davey came over the tables and set down the drinks. “Hey, Crutchie”, he greeted the short boy and sat down next to him on the bench.

“Hi, Davey!” Crutchie said happily. “So, are you excited? Spending your first holiday with the guys and all?”

Davey bit his lip hesitantly, unsure what to say. “Well, I really don’t know what to expect so not knowing is kinda making me nervous and all.”

Crutchie chuckled, sounding impossibly warm and friendly. How he always sounded so happy was something Davey would never know; Esther always told him to be happier and make more friends but that never worked out. “Just be careful after they’ve had a few drinks, okay? I made all of them promise to limit their alcohol intake this year but just in case. They can get a bit rowdy.”

Davey’s eyebrows shot upwards. “Like ‘violent’ rowdy?”

“Wait what, no! No, no, I didn’t mean it in like the ‘hitting people’ rowdy”, Crutchie assured him, “just rowdy ‘cause of the fact that Specs likes to do excessive pirouettes everywhere when he gets tipsy, Sniper likes to climb trees when he’s drunk so that never ends well, Race and Spot can get really clingy to everybody, and the twins just somehow disappear. The last time that happened, we couldn’t find them for two hours. And Jack? Jack just starts to sing a lot.”

“Somehow, that comforts me but at the same time, it really doesn’t.”

“Don’t worry, Davey. You’ll get used to us soon.” He patted Davey’s back sympathetically. “So how’s your crush on Jack going?”

“It’s nonexistent, for one.”

“That’s what they all say.”




The two spent the next hour talking everything. New York versus Davey’s home state of Ohio, food, tips on being mom-friends for the rest of the boys, Crutchie’s insistence that Davey had feelings for Jack…everything.

After a while, the sun had begun to set, filling the now orange sky with purple and pink-tinted clouds. Albert had finally managed to spark a bonfire in one of the park’s fire pits much to frustration and many, many attempts from Henry and Mike.”

“Hey Crutchie?” Davey asked tentatively. “What time do the fireworks start? ‘Cause I get kinda jumpy round them all the, um, loud noises and all that just in case so I don’t freak out when they go off.”

“I think ‘round 9? And if you get scared, you can just hold Jack’s hand. I know he really, really won’t mind.” He leaned back and held his hands up in a defensive manner, trying to hold back giggles as Davey blushed red and started trying to stammer out a retort.

“And speak of the devil”, Crutchie smirked seeing Jack jog towards the pair. He was slightly sweaty with his hair all windswept and ruffled and looking all pretty and holy crap, maybe Crutchie was right on his crush for Jack, Davey thought.

“You two talkin’ ‘bout me?” Jack joked after taking a deep swig from his water bottle.

“No”, Davey blurted out. Was he being an unreasonable person for not confessing his feelings for Jack and suppressing all of his emotions? Yes but that’s what Sarah did with Kath and that ended in the two getting engaged so it can’t be that bad, right?

Crutchie merely shrugged while keeping his knowing smirk at a minimum and away from Jack’s eyes. Davey glanced at him suspiciously. Is setting up people part of the mom-friend agenda? “Jack, why don’t you show Davey the view? Like the tree one you found a couple years back?”

Oh yeah, it totally was.

Jack’s eyes lit up and it seemed a light bulb had secretly gone off over his head. Without a word, he took Davey’s hand in his own and ran off into the maze of trees, dragging the taller boy behind him. Davey looked behind his shoulder and saw Crutchie laughing at him.

He flashed Crutchie a glare and a middle finger with his free hand that wasn’t in Jack’s paint-streaked one. He responded Davey with a middle finger of his own. That little bitch of a ray of sunshine.

At last after what seemed to be an eternity of running, Jack stopped at the base of a large and tall tree. Davey estimated it to be, what? 70 feet tall?

“C’mon, Davey”, jack prompted as he leapt onto a branch and swung onto a higher one. How did he do that? Who was he? Tarzan?

Davey stared at the ground nervously, his foot starting to tap rapidly on the mossy floor. “Uh, Jack? I don’t know how to climb trees. And I’m really scared of heights. This isn’t gonna work out well.”

Jack froze for a second before jumping back down to a lower branch to reach his hand out for Davey t o grab. “Sorry, I didn’t know”, he chuckled sheepishly. “Just take my hand and I’ll pull you up on this part. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. Promise.”

Well, okay then.

With little hesitation, Davey grabbed Jack’s hand tightly and managed to pull himself onto the first branch six feet off the ground. His heart rate rose a little out of fear but it was fine; Jack had promised him. And he trusted Jack.

“Now from here, it’s really easy”, Jack told him, his voice warm and kind. “Just one foot after the other, one branch then to another okay? You’ll do fine.”

“The only exercise I ever get is running away from my problems so I don’t know about that”, Davey grunted as he pulled himself up to a high branch and put his foot onto another one to climb up, lungs already hurting and heaving from exhaustion.

“I am way too out of shape for thi – woAH!” Davey’s foot slipped off the branch under his foot as it gave way.

Jack grabbed his arm as quick as lightening and set him on another one before Davey could fall more than he already had. “As Rose Bukater has once said, I will never let go.”

“Yeah, she said that and then she let Jack Dawson drift down to the bottom of the ocean”, Davey retorted sarcastically as he tried to find a sturdier branch to set his weight on. “And I didn’t think that you’d be the type to watch ‘Titanic’. That’s kinda more of Romeo’s thing, right?”

“Every year on Romeo’s birthday, he forces everybody to watch it with him so I think I have the whole script of the movie down by now.”

“Really? Oh FUC-“ The branch that Davey grabbed on to snapped, making him lose balance and leaving Jack less than a second to grab him by the back of his shirt collar as Davey dangled forty feet above the ground.

He again pulled him up onto a sturdier branch and flicked Davey’s forehead. “What’re you doin’?! You wanna bust you head open?” he yelled worriedly full of fear for the other boy’s safety.

“No, I wanna go down.”

“We’ll be down there soon enough! And Sarah will murder me if I let you get hurt!” Jack shuddered at the thought of what would happen if Sarah and Kath got their hands on him. He knew that Sarah was naturally protective of Davey being her younger brother but Kath would go berserk to help her former girlfriend/now fiancée. “C’mon, we got more than halfway up. I we hurry we might have time to climb down and catch the fireworks with the guys!”

For the remaining thirty feet up in the tree, Davey had nearly fallen down no less than 5 times during their climb. And every time, Jack was able to catch him by some limb or the collar of his neck which was usually followed by a brief lecture of chastising on Jack’s [art on being more careful.

By the time the climb was over, Jack Kelly had never been more stressed in his life.




“Oh thank God it’s over.” Davey’s chest heaved, racking with tired breaths. He leaned his head onto the large branch and closed his eyes as he clung to it tightly, afraid of looking down. 

Davey knew that they were high up; the breeze was a lot stronger and colder and they had just spent nearly an hour climbing. Of course, half of that hour was Jack keeping him from falling tens of feet towards the ground usually followed with a minor freak-out and a lot of chastising on Jack’s part.

“You did good, Davey but open them pretty blue eyes. I think the climb was worth the view”, he heard Jack chuckle. “And relax a bit, would ya? I promised that you ain’t gonna fall on my watch.”

Ugh. Fine.

He slowly opened one eye then the other. It was gorgeous, really. Davey’s clutch on the tree loosed as he gazed at the sea of green and at the sun peaking over the Manhattan skyline as it nearly disappeared.

The orange sky had already begun to fade completely into a dark blue, almost black night that was speckled with stars. All of the skyscrapers loomed in the background like a dark silhouette for one of Jack’s paintings of the city.

When Davey looked across the canopy of leaves and branches and onwards at the small picnic clearing, he could make out two figures on their backs on the grass holding each other and pointing up at the sky; Romeo and Specs probably? It couldn’t be Race and Spot, the most vulnerable affection they would allow themselves to show in public was fiercely making out. The rest of the moving dots that he could see were just a bunch of flailing limbs; a cart wheeling contest maybe?

“Pretty, ain’t it?” Jack murmured wistfully. Davey met his eyes and they were glazed with contentment and some sort of nostalgic look. “Santa Fe looks exactly like this, ya know. Less buildings, though, and more orange”, he continued, eyes still fixed on the horizon.

“You ever been to Santa Fe before?” Davey asked. What is with Jack and Santa Fe? Only five months and he had already memorized his ‘Go West, Young Man’ dream. Literally everybody who has spent any amount of time with Jack had.

Jack shook his head, the sun’s light bouncing off of his wavy brown hair, making it seem golden. “I tried leaving once, didn’t work. New York’s got me, hook, line and sinker. Can’t even stay away from this city even if I left.”

The two stayed silent for a while, their legs swinging back and forth as they dangled from a sturdy branch. Davey took a deep breath from the wind that whipped around him. It was both figuratively and literally a breath of fresh air away from the city life. Before his mind could drift off again, Davey realized that it was getting dark.

“C’mon, Jack.” He carefully stood up on trembling legs and balanced his feet on the branch. “The sun’s leaving and we should get down now if we want to catch some of the fireworks with the guys.”

“Can we stay up here for just a couple more minutes, Dave? I need to say something and Crutchie told me to take you here to tell you and I thought that you’d be more comfortable if it wasn’t in front of all the guys…” Jack smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. His cheeks began to turn slightly pink, something he usually caused other people to do.

Davey’s eyebrows furrowed. “Jack, is there something wrong?”

“NO. No, everything’s fine, everything’s okay”, he quickly blurted, his cheeks getting redder with every word. “Uh, wow, is just me or is it getting warm up here?”

“It’s summer, Jackie, of course it’s warm.”

Jack’s chuckles turned more and more frantic. “Look, Dave. I’m not good with words so this is really hard…but that’s nothing new! Still, I have to try to explain what I’m feeling for you.”

“Wait, what?”


“No, not really.”

“Okay then, I’m gonna try this again.” Jack took a deep breath to calm himself down. This was harder than he thought it’d be. “David Jacobs, I wanted to write to you and tell you the way I feel but I’m better with a brush than with a pen. I used to be only happy when I’m set in front of a canvas but now I don’t care if I ever paint again. You’re the only piece of luck that’s come my way and I am in love with you, Davey. I know this feeling all too well but I believe in fate. I am absolutely smitten and if you’ll take me, I’ll never let you go.”


“Davey, say something please.”

“…Did Crutchie set you up for this since he knew that I wouldn’t make the first move?”


Jack took Davey’s hands in his own. “I’m assuming that that’s a ‘yes’?” he asked hopefully.

Davey answered with a swoop forward, taking Jack’s lips in his own. It was quick and sweet, just like the person who started it. He broke the kiss and looked at Jack. The other boy had frozen solid in shock, eyes wide open and mouth still slightly parted.

“Oh, fuck, sorry Jack. I, I thought that it was okay and -”

“You know you could tell a guy to actually prepare himself for what’s he’s been dreaming to do for a couple months now!” Jack busted out in laughter and doubled over as much as standing on a tree branch could allow. “It’s alright, Davey”, he smiled. “You wanna try that again?”

Davey nodded. Both Jack and him leaned towards each other slowly, nervous of the tricky dance of relationship they were about to begin but even more excited for the actual dance itself.



Davey yelped and flinched at the sudden firework, losing his already loose footing on the branch he was standing on. “DAVEY”, Jack screamed his name as his new boyfriend tumbled through the tangle of branches down, down, down until he heard a loud thud at the bottom.

Heart thumping wildly, Jack swung down from tens of feet of branches until he reached the bottom one and leapt off. He saw Davey lying still as a stone on the floor with his knees curled up to his chest and ran to him, the rush making him nearly trip over himself.

“DAVEY, Davey, Dave…You okay? Wait, what the fuck am I saying, you’re definitely not okay, you just fell seventy feet through the air from a tree, of course you’re not okay. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought you up there, this is all my fault -”

“Jack, I’m fine”, Davey got up from his fetal position with tears in his eyes. He hugged Jack tightly with one of his arms; the other one, he had curled up to his chest at an odd angle. “My arm just looks kinda weird, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

Jack clutched Davey’s hand from the arm that was uninjured. He liked to hold Davey’s hand. It made him feel safe and warm and wanted.

“We gotta get you to the hospital”, he finally said and lifted Davey up in his arms bridal style.

“Only my arm is broken, Jackie, I can still walk just fine.”

We gotta get you to a hospital.” Jack’s grip on him tightened, ignoring his complaints that Jack’s processing of anatomical injuries was very wrong and how broken arms don’t mean broken legs.




“Hey Spot, Davey and I are back and we need to borrow your car! Davey broke his arm and I need to take him to the hospital to get it checked out.”

“What the fuck, Kelly? How’d he break his arm?”

“He got surprised by a firework and fell out of a tree.”

“What is he, an acorn?”

anonymous asked:

How would the chocobros react to a pyrophobic person in the party?

Ah, interesting ask- let’s seeeee :D (Also, just in case anyone doesn’t know, or is having one of ‘those’ days like me, pyrophobia is an irrational fear of fire- possibly dating back to man’s discovery of fire waaaay back when!). Note: Ignis’ drabble ended up being in his POV because I thought that would create more variety in the responses- plus I like the idea of having a rather hawt, yet friendly friend like Iggy okay? xD

Tagging some pals: @blindbae, @itshaejinju, @airlea-sicarius, @thechocoboexpress, @rubyphilomela, @nifwrites, @the-regalia and @xalexanderxkozachenkox!

Noctis: Noctis would kind of just take the situation for what it is. You’re pyrophobic? He refrains from using fire around you. It’s as simple as that. He may be aloof and he might look like he really doesn’t care about what’s going on around him, but he’s actually much attuned to his party members’ comforts and discomforts. Especially yours, given that he doesn’t really know too much about you. As such, ever since you joined the party, Noctis would adamantly insist that the chocobros stay at motels and caravans and anywhere basically that has a source of light that isn’t fire. During the times where you and the boys have absolutely no choice but to camp out under the stars, Noctis is the one who keeps you distracted with his “Prince of Derp” act, so that you’re too busy laughing to actually be freaking out about the roaring fire in the middle of your camping gear. Prompto says that Noctis does all of this because he might like you a little more than just ‘as a friend’- but when you try to ask Noctis about his potential feelings towards you, he merely flushes a slight pink before threatening to use fire on you. Invasive questions forgotten, you to Gladio and hide behind him- both from Noctis and the red hot flames threatening to engulf you into its fiery depths.

Prompto: Out of all the Chocobros, Prompto would be the most sympathetic to your irrational fear of fire. Prompto’s afraid of a lot of things- closed spaces, thunder, lightning, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, being left by himself, rejection- you name it! And so, when you divulge your fear of fire to Prompto one night after he finds you huddled in the corner of the tent, shivering to yourself, Prompto simply gathers you into his warm and safe arms. He rocks you back and forth and talks to you about all how his stupid irrational fears, even going as far as telling you some funny little stories about how his so-called-phobias got him stuck in terrifyingly-hilarious situations. Your favourite story is about the time Prompto had snuck into Noctis’ room in the Citadel because Noctis didn’t want to go back himself in the middle of the night to get his spare game console controller from his room. Noctis and Prompto had planned a gaming marathon and Noctis had accidentally stepped on Prompto’s controller on the way to getting the popcorn Ignis had pre-prepared for the boys before he left the apartment for the night. And so, apparently Prompto had to lock himself into Noctis’ small, dark broom closet (what kind of teenager had their own broom closet?!), and he ended up being found by none other than King Regis, because the blond had been screaming loudly, having had been terribly scared and freaking out, by 2 am in the morning. Hearing Prompto’s silly stories, whether they were made up or not, made you forget your silly fears and you absolutely adored Prompto for being such a supportive and sweet friend.

Gladio: Gladio found out about your fear of fire when you and the Chocobros were facing a rather crazed trio of iron giants in the middle of the night. Noctis had called for Ignis to enhance all equipped weapons with the element the iron giants were all relatively weak to, and unfortunately for you, Ignis decided that fire was the element of choice in that particular case. When you saw the warm elemental power racing towards you, your eyes opened wide in fear and you let out a blood curdling scream before ducking from the enhancement. The boys had all momentarily stopped in the midst of battle and turned to you in shock as you stood in the middle of the roaring daemons, absolutely terrified. Gladio had been the one who had literally thrown you out of the fray before joining the others to finish the daemons off. You were still shaking when he came back, a stern glare in his usually warm amber eyes.

“Are you serious? You’re afraid of fire?! And you didn’t even bother to tell us?” Gladio roared at you. Prompto had flinched at the roughness in Gladio’s voice and you couldn’t hold your tremors in any longer. You wailed- and it was freaking embarrassing- but you couldn’t help it. You were scared and shocked and Gladio was just making everything worse for you. You caught Ignis’ ram-rod straight stance slouch slightly at the sight of your distress, and you were almost sure that Ignis would be the one to comfort you- but then you felt large, heavy, but warm hands rest on your shoulders. You were pulled into a very warm chest, with your wet cheek pressed gently against bare skin and rock-hard pectoral muscles. “Ah, shit. Don’t cry… I was just worried. What if you’d gotten hurt or something? That would suck.” Gladio rumbled softly into your hair.

From then onwards, Ignis tried his best not to enhance your weapons with fire. Even when he absolutely had to, Gladio made sure he was in front of you and ready to take up the extra magical energy so he could pound into the daemons with extra vigour on your behalf.

Ignis: Ignis remembered the way you smirked uncomfortably when he introduced himself to you. Ignis Scientia. The fire of knowledge… or something along those lines at least. Ignis had been confused about your reaction to his introduction. He’d been rather self-conscious actually- was he really all that off-putting? Noctis had said that his personality was somewhat off-putting to those who didn’t know him. Ignis sighed quietly and fixed his glasses atop his nose so that they were in place in front of his deep green eyes. He didn’t have time to worry about your opinion of him- he had four hungry mouths to feed. And it was your turn to help him with ‘kitchen duty’- funny it was called kitchen duty. Ignis would hardly call the camp stove and folding table a ‘kitchen’. Oh well, you make do with what you have in your disposal…

“Y/n? Would you light the stove for me while I chop up these ingredients for the stew?” Ignis called out. He watched you fumble with your shoe laces on the ground before standing up and regarding him with a deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face.

“Huh? Why can’t I cute the veggies?”

Ignis sighed and shook his head at you. “Because you always either cut them too thick or thin- besides, lighting the stove is hardly taxing-”

“I’m scared!” Ignis heard you blurt out, your eyes darting here and there- anywhere but into his curious gaze.

“I beg your pardon, y/n…” Ignis trailed off, his perfectly groomed eyebrows raised. You shook your head and gulped, taking a step towards Ignis.

“I’m scared… of fire. I’m pyrophobic.” Ignis opened his mouth to speak, looking confused before he shut his mouth in sudden realisation.

Oh, that’s what… explains their reaction to my name…

Ignis shook his head and made his way towards you, grabbing your hand and gently placing the lighter in it. He led you towards the stove, and noticed how your hands shook in his gloved grasp. He let out another sigh, not of exasperation, but of sympathy, and helped you hold the lighter correctly. He heard you whimper.

“No… don’t make me!”

“Relax, I’m right here. You just,” Ignis pressed the igniter and you yelped loudly, drawing the attention of the other guys, and led your head towards the open stove top. With the gas running, he led both your hands towards the gas piece and you began sobbing in fear. Ignis held your hands tighter and the flame suddenly appeared on the stove. You screamed in absolute fear and rammed your back into Ignis’ solid warm chest, collapsing against him as you sobbed like an absolute baby. You were embarrassed, but you were also terrified. You could have been burned, you could have died, you could have passed out and fell into the flame… “Do that.” Ignis finished off, his voice close and comforting. You let out a muted scream through your shut mouth and squinted your eyes shut.

“I hate you.” You seethed at your fire-friendly friend. Ignis shook his head, a fond smile on his lips as he pulled you around and into his chest. You inhaled his comforting sense and punched him gently on his hard back before sniffing haphazardly into his chest. His hands soothed down your hair as he rocked you back and forth in his arms in an attempt to comfort you.

“I know. But you showed so much courage. You’re amazing, y/n. Simply amazing.”

Maybe Bars Aren’t So Bad

Summary: reader goes to a bar to get away from the fighting at her sister’s place and who might she meet there but Jensen Ackles. this is an AU where no one is famous and Jensen isn’t in any kind of relationship with the amazing Daneel.

Warnings: Smut, drinking, fighting(not Jensen),

Word count: ~1800

A/N: feedback would be greatly appreciated! I’m still iffy on my smut writing skills and its my first Jensen fic so i hope yall like it!

It was supposed to be a fun vacation to see my sister and her kids in Austin, but her ex-husband- or soon to be ex- showed up and the fighting started. We were all settled on the couch watching a movie that my nine-year-old niece wanted to watch, some Disney movie I think, when we heard a pounding on the front door of my sister’s apartment. She got up to open the door to show a very drunk ex-husband named Dylan. 

“Go away, Dylan. You’re drunk…as usual” she tried to close the door in his face. 

“No, please! don't shut me out! We can fix this!” When he started shouting I shooed the kids into my room, I knew it might get ugly and children shouldn’t have to hear their parents fighting. Once they were in there i closed the door and went back out to tell him to leave.

“Dylan. you need to choose a different time to do this. A time when your kids can’t hear you, that goes for both of you. But I’m not going to make y'all do anything. I’m going to put the movie on in my room and make it loud so that the kids can’t hear you guys. And then I’m going to go find a bar for a few hours. Get your shit together, guys. be adults.” I scolded.

“Oh, fuck off! You’re always trying to get in the middle! You can’t fix everything for her all the time! Just because you have no one doesn’t mean you need to make everyone else as miserable as you!” Dylan shouted at me. With that, I flipped him off and walked out the door, leaving them to shout at each other. 

I walked to the nearest bar and ordered a beer, I wanted to be there for a while and I wasn't looking to get shitfaced right away, I hated bars but it was better than being where the fighting was happening. 

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anonymous asked:

it's a thank you. after this finale, you're kind of the only one on my dash that actually gives me hope for next season, cas and destiel. so, you know, thanks.

You need to follow some positive blogs!

@amwritingmeta is basically my brain twin most days.

@bluestar86 @mittensmorgul @godshipsit @magnificent-winged-beast @shixpe @elizabethrobertajones @flyingfish1 @obsessionisaperfume are also positive and lovely people… chuck I’m sure I forgot some awesome people and I will feel bad but these are just off the top of my head!

I think some fans are just still reeling from Eileen, which WAS a total mess of a cock up, and are a bit annoyed generally that Destiel isn’t overtly canon yet (this is not something that bothers me because I see it as an overall, overreaching story for the whole series and having it canon before NOW doesn’t fit at ALL with where they are as characters. HOWEVER with what Dean has just gone through now I expect such heavy subtext that even casual viewers now notice much more early next season, as a continuation of the theme from this season with the mixtape, the pining, the worry etc. It should be this but on ACID, until Cas comes back. Watch this space, and we should have Cas’s arc soon too, though his is more complex than Dean’s as it has a few more facades to it so it may be more subtle to start with).

I still don’t think we will get CANON COUPLE DESTIEL until seriously close to endgame or even endgame itself, because that’s how this kind of story is told, so Im just enjoying the ride and the ride is freaking magical right now :)

Originally posted by ldrmas

anonymous asked:

Hi! Thanks for all the work you do maintaining this blog. Can I ask about life under and shortly after Don't Ask Don't Tell? Also, I had a look through your discharge posts, but I wasn't entirely sure - how would a soldier be discharged if they were outed under DADT?

Thank you very much!

I enlisted shortly before DADT was officially repealed, (which was September 2011, though they were working on repealing it in 2010) so I only had to deal with it officially for about a year, although it would be three years before I actually came out to anyone nonetheless. 

It’s hard to explain being enlisted under DADT. I wasn’t entirely sure what would invoke DADT’s wrath, whether they had to have proof or whether just not acting hetero enough was sufficient grounds for an investigation.

I was only 19 and my sexuality was sorta w/e and I didn’t even call myself bisexual at the time because I was going through my “I don’t like labels” phase, but I got really paranoid really fast. I’m still super paranoid about looking or sounding stereotypically “queer.” I used to write fanfiction and I worried that somehow the government was powerful enough to track me down through my deleted work. I even restricted my porn to het only because I didn’t want people finding gay porn on my laptop.

Sometimes while I was bored in the field or at work, I’d write slash fic in a notebook and then either burn it or flush it down a toilet so no one would find it. I remember losing such a notebook once and freaking the fuck out thinking that someone would eventually find it and read it and KNOW, but then again my handwriting is terrible and the worst that came of it was some asshole drew dicks on the sketches I’d made (why ARE straight dudes obsessed with dicks???). I guess I’m sorta lucky I’m bi, if you wanna call it lucky, ‘cause at least I wasn’t completely faking my sexuality; I was just omitting part of it.

I actually knew a guy who was ballsy enough to be “openly” gay (or as openly as was possible at the time) and he even had “the voice.” I worry he thought I was a homophobe because being around him made me uncomfortable; I was convinced “they” were gonna come for him one day and I didn’t want to get roped into it. He was a nice guy though, don’t think he ever got kicked out (somehow). 

In basic training if we hadn’t fucked up during the week, on Sundays they let us have our phones for an hour to call our parents and tell them we aren’t dead. Shortly before leaving for basic training I actually had met a guy (on World of Warcraft, no less) and we’d been flirting, and he was still texting me while I was in basic which gave me like a million anxieties, because my phone was in my drill sergeants’ possession and like all they would have to do is just start going through it, and it was an old phone so it didn’t even have a password lock or anything. Nothing ever came from it, of course. Never texted him again actually; kinda feel bad about it.

The thing is that like, for me in 2011, there wasn’t a witch hunt or anything. DADT was on its way out at that point. It’s not like people were breathing down my neck trying to trip me up. I’m lucky I joined so late in the game because it was a lot worse back in the day. But still, it just felt more suffocating than in the real world, especially because when I first enlisted I intended to serve my full 20 years and it terrified me thinking that my entire life career could be ruined because someone found a Digimon fanfic I wrote when I was eleven. 

For me, most of my stress about DADT came from not knowing what was wrong, and the rest of my stress came from the constant paranoia and worrying about which aspect of my personality was grounds for dismissal. tbh this probably helped set the groundwork for me becoming the agoraphobic neurotic depressed anxiety-ridden loser I am today.

You might consider reading this post from a few days ago regarding how people might try to kick one out for DADT. If you have a more specific question, you can always ask again! Hopefully this post answers your question and isn’t just me rambling.

Edit: life after DADT for me was the same as before: say nothing, hope nobody notices you. At that point it was just easier to keep my head down, partially because there was a major election coming up in 2012 and for all I knew they were going to repeal the repeal.


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anonymous asked:

So here's the thing, I live in a really small town where mostly everyone knows each other. I'm in high school and there's only like 500 people in it. There's a couple of cute guys but they don't seem to notice me much. I want a boyfriend badly but I have it stuck in my head that I have to lose weight and be all skinny to get guys to notice me. I just don't know how to make myself believe that I'll get a boyfriend and be happy with the body I have. Any word of advice would be really appreciated.

First of all, do not settle just because you want a boyfriend. I dated my first boyfriend out of desperation to be in a relationship because I was jealous that all of my friends had already had their first boyfriend/kiss and I really regretted it after it ended. Sometimes I still do because I was really unhappy and I hated the way that he made me feel about myself. Plus, it really messed me up because now getting into a relationship freaks me out because he didn’t treat me well. I rushed into a relationship with him and he did not turn out to be the person I thought he was. But I stayed with him for the time that I did because I wanted that status and I just wanted to know that there was someone who liked me. Maybe that’s not what you’re doing, but I just want to bring this to your attention because it’s a totally normal way to feel and you may be doing it without realizing. Also, if someone doesn’t want to be with you because of your weight or appearance, then you shouldn’t even consider being with them. Do not change yourself to please others. The kind of person that you want to be with is the kind of person who falls for you because of your heart and your soul, not because of your face or your body. I know you’re probably tired of hearing it, but the right guy who will truly make having a boyfriend worth it is worth the wait. Just give it some time and I guarantee you will get yourself a boyfriend. You have all the time in the freaking world to be involved with someone else. Spend your youth with friends, man. But I mean, if you really don’t want to wait, then put yourself out there and talk to some guys that you’re interested in. (Even just flirting or having a thing is nice. Who needs anything serious?) I actually think a lot of guys find it extremely attractive when the girl is willing to make the first move. Just don’t go out of your way for someone that you’re not truly 110% into or someone that’s not willing to do the same for you. Also, don’t let any boy (or anyone else for that matter) change how you feel about yourself. I know rejection is really scary, but everyone experiences it. Love, treat, and accept yourself with or without a boyfriend because you are absolutely worth celebrating. Being single can be really fun! 😄🎉🎉

anonymous asked:

Can you Pwease make a part three to the grim reaper Namjoon story 💕 I'm super into this story and I'm loving every min of it tysm even if you don't do it 💕💕

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8  // Part 9// Part 10  // Part 11  // Part 12  // Part 13 // Part 14 // Part 15 // Part 16 // Part 17 // Finale


Check out the side series of all the other reapers!!

Suga // J-hope // Jungkook

Words: 1879

Namjoon had returned to your place at 3 in the morning, while you worked on an essay that was due later in the day. You hadn’t even noticed him returning until you glanced over at the sofa across from you and realized he was sitting there.

You threw a pillow at him.

“Do you want me to have a heart attack?” You accused, holding up another one. Namjoon grinned, shaking his head.

“No, because then Yoongi would have to come get your soul.”

“Yoo- who? Who’s that?” You wondered, pushing your laptop aside and getting up. Namjoon sat up straight on the other sofa, and you inspected his face.

“He’s the reaper of diseases. Well, the first reaper for that.”

“Mm, oh. Well, don’t sneak up on me anymore.” You sat on the floor in front of him, checking to see his face. He’d gained some color back, so you knew he was doing better. 

“Did you lock your door?” Namjoon asked, but you weren’t listening.

“Can I touch you yet?”

“No, no way.” He replied smoothly, standing up. Namjoon took his time pulling his gloves off, along with his sweater next. You stood, too. “Not for awhile, you can’t.”

“How many souls did you collect?” You changed the subject quickly, trying to destroy the feeling of despair building up. Not for awhile, you can’t?

“A little over 200,000. Let’s not talk about that right now.”

You said nothing, looking at him with as serious an expression you could make. Namjoon wasn’t smiling either, which made him look mysterious, dangerous. You picked up a towel still hanging around on the couch and stuck it over his lips, before pressing your own to it. His body seemed to limp slightly, but he took fistfuls of your shirt and pulled you closer. Namjoon dragged himself away first, letting the towel drop between you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?” You stepped back, shivering slightly at the feel of closeness. That, and his cold radiating towards you.

“Never mind that. I only came here to tell you that guy who attacked you in the shop had a heart attack.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Why’d you have to make him have a heart attack? He was already going to j-”

“I didn’t.” He said firmly. Namjoon gave you a look that read he was serious, and you couldn’t help but believe him.

“Who did, then? You were the only reaper there.”

“(Y/N), I’m only a reaper of physical deaths, not anything else. He had a heart attack when speaking to the police. I wasn’t there.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You wondered, feeling a little too freaked out

“Just, lock all your doors and windows.”

“Namjoon, why are you telling me this?” You pressed on, narrowing your eyebrows in suspicion. For some reason he seemed to be reacting differently, which made a certain fear build up in you.

“Another reaper knows I keep saving you.”

Your face fell, and Namjoon collapsed back on the couch.

“Just locking my doors and windows won’t work.” You whispered, and he nodded.

“That won’t save you,” he agreed. “but if you just try to avoid actually dying, then I’ll be able to save you from them.”

“You can’t save me from everything if you don’t want to disappear!” You snapped, and he sighed deeply.

“I have to go, which is why I came her to tell you that. Be careful, and just go to sleep. Reaper’s can’t kill you in your dreams. They can scare you into waking up, but don’t let it happen.”


He cut you off. “Listen to me. Don’t let it happen. You know how, you’ve done it with me plenty of times.”

And he was gone. Namjoon disappeared in front of you, and you shivered in the momentary gust of wind that blew past you.

You didn’t want to sleep, now. You felt a little too freaked out, so you decided to calm yourself by showering. Grabbing a towel, you cranked the shower on high heat before stepping into it. As water ran down your body, you felt your tense muscles slowly coming undone. The heat always felt nice, but you didn’t mind the cold either. It also wasn’t because because Namjoon’s skin was ice cold…

You decided to wash your hair while in the shower, because you’d spent too much time just enjoying the heat wash your chilled bones. While you washed your hair, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Namjoon?” You wondered, wringing out your hair so the suds would be whisked away. Did he come back to yell at you, for not sleeping? There was no answer, so you were sure it was merely because he couldn’t hear you.

Another knock, and you turned the water onto low so he could hear you this time.

“Namjoon, what are you doing? I thought you were busy.” 

No answer.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned the water off completely, smacking open the glass barrier between you and the cold, before wrapping the towel around your now cold body.

As you stepped from the shower, Namjoon knocked on the door again. This time, it was much more irritated, and it sounded harsher than before.

“Stop knocking, I can hear y-”

The door crashed open, and you backed up against the wall. It wasn’t Namjoon standing there, but another, shorter man in all black. His hair was a dark brown strewn lazily down to his ears.

“What the hell? Get out!” You were trapped, and his full lips upturned into a grin. The man flicked his tongue across his lips, before coming closer to you. You picked up the nearest thing to you, which just so happened to be a hair brush.

“You’re going to fight a reaper with that?” He wondered, sounding awfully disappointed. The reaper cracked his knuckles, and his neck.

“A reaper? Aren’t you a little short to be a soul harvester?” You echoed in a dead voice, and you did your best to dodge the hand stretching out to touch your face.

“Ah, don’t run!” He called out as you whipped towards the door, which you just barely slipped out of before it was ripped off the hinges. Apparently he was good at ignoring rude comments. Or, maybe he used them to fuel his little fire.

“Please don’t run! You won’t make it far.” He called out, but you were running towards your front door. You did your best not to trip on your clumsy wet feet as you ran, but it was difficult. For a split second you turned around, before running into something stiff.

“Didn’t I say go to sleep?” Namjoon hissed, shoving you behind him, entirely aware he was close to touching your skin.

“Joonie’s here, too?” The other reaper squeaked in delight, clapping his hands together. He neared Namjoon, who sighed.

“Really, Jimin? You’re trying to make her commit suicide? Not cool.”

“Just look at her, I’d be doing that one a favor.” He rolled his eyes, patting Namjoon on the shoulder.

Namjoon snapped his neck.

Oh my god!” You screamed, only to be muffled by Namjoon shoving his jacket against your face.

“Yew jusht kwilled hmim!” You muffled into his jacket, trying your best to shove him away.

“Not dead, just sleeping. Deeply. Are you okay?” He slowly pulled away his jacket, before draping it around your shoulders. You sighed, shutting your eyes tightly.

“Mm, I’m fine. Who is he?”

“The first reaper of suicidal deaths. He’s probably one of the scariest reapers, mainly because instead of just killing you he makes you do it yourself. I can’t leave you alone anymore.”

You didn’t want him to leave you alone, either, but he had to collect souls or he’d disappear. “Namjoon-”

“Being here let’s all the other reaper’s know we’re together. Why is this so difficult?”

“Can you stay here until I fall asleep? You can leave right after, I promise.”

His face softened, and he nodded quickly. Namjoon stepped aside so you could walk towards your bedroom, but then realized that Jimin’s body lay twitching on the floor.

“Just walk over him, the twitching just mean his skin shouldn’t be touched by humans. I’ll get rid of him while you…dress…”

You stepped over him cautiously, looking back at Namjoon quickly before closing yourself in your room. For a moment, you placed your ear gingerly against the door to see if you could hear anything, but it was silent.

Pulling away, you pulled your towel off to dry the rest of your body before opening a drawer to pull out some pajamas. There was none, great. Your eyes scoured your room before noticing the shorts and tank top in your laundry basket. Those will do for now, you guessed.

You walked to the other side of your room, before leaning down to grab the pieces of fabric from the basket.

Your door swung open.

“Hey your bathroom door’s literally brok- oh my God I just saw your butt.” 

Your whirled around in shock, before picking up your towel to cover your body with it.

“I saw your boobs, too.” He breathed, his whole body stiff. Namjoon didn’t avert his eyes before, so you had no time to be embarrassed.

“Get out before you die!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, sending him flying out the door before even finishing your sentence.

“Why do humans change so slow? Oh my God, oh my God. I’ll just…fix your door, yeah!”

You dressed quickly this time, throwing a sweater over your body and walking out of your room. You were utterly humiliated Namjoon had seen you naked, and you couldn’t even look him in the eye.

He didn’t glance up at you when emerged from your room, which just further proved he could also not believe he’d seen you nude. Had he even seen someone naked before, you didn’t know.

“Your bathroom door’s fixed…” He mumbled, looking down at your feet. Your eyes fell back onto the spot where the reaper Jimin had been before, but he had disappeared. You decided not to question it.

“Okay, do you want me to just hang out until you go to sleep? I’ll just watch TV, then. Do you have coffee? I-” He turned, but you took a fistful of his thick shirt which caused him to pause.

“I mean come to bed.” You mumbled, and he turned around.

“I hate feeling like this. Stop acting shy because it makes my stomach want to explode.” He wore a bitter smile that stretched his face and made him look like a creepy clown.

“Isn’t that called butterflies?” You smirked, letting Namjoon pick your sweater sleeve up and drop your hand away from his shirt.

“Butterflies? In my stomach? Are you crazy or just stupid?”

“It’s a metaphor, and I’m neither, thank you very much.” You snapped, hitting him in the shoulder. He grinned, turning you around towards your bedroom door and holding onto your shoulders.

“Is your bed even big enough for two?” He wondered, and you nodded.

“It just means we’ll have to lay very close together.”

“I’ll get my gloves.” He muttered, leaving you to wait for him in your room.

Happily Ever After?

Request by Anon: do you think you can do another song imagine that’s liamxreader based off of i hate u, i love u by gnash ft olivia o'brien? (you can change the person if you want) but if you can’t do it then it’s perfectly fine! thank you so much!!

 Word Count: 2.2K

 A/N: I like getting requests for songs I’ve never heard of before! It’s amazing. Listen to it here.

Originally posted by phoebetonkins

(Y/N)’s POV

“Where did you say we were going tonight babe?”, Hayden smiled as Liam wrapped his arm around her waist

“Well I’m taking you to see that movie you’ve been talking about so much”

“Before You!?”

Liam stared at her lovingly, a smile making its way across his face, “I want you to have a good time tonight. We can do whatever you want”

Hayden leaned in, ghosting over his ear, “Then you. We have all night once this rehearsal dinner is over”

I let out a long awaited exasperated sigh, “You know I can hear everything you’re saying so what’s the point of whispering?”

Liam groaned and put some distance between his fiance.

“Are you jealous?”, Hayden said playfully, “You want to marry someone like Liam, don’t you? Someone who always looks out for you and loves you unconditionally, but I forgot you don’t do relationships”

Her laugh echoed in my head. My hands gripped the seat of the table as hard as I could. I knew Hayden was my friend and only teasing me. Her words had so much truth in them and that hurt the most, with the exception that it was Liam that I wanted not someone like him. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

“Nope. It’s a waste of time”, I said repeating the words he said to me before I found out about Hayden

Liam forced himself to pull his eyes away from me. My heart was beating out of control as I gripped the armrests of my chair a little tighter. I could feel my fangs protruding past my lips and my claws taking the place of my finger nails. I looked away, knowing my eyes had changed as well.

“(Y/N)”, Scott said calmly as he sat next to me to keep my features hidden from everyone, “I have to talk to you about something. It’s pretty important”

I put my hands under my arms and practically ran out the restaurant. We walked the street in a comfortable silence until my claws and fangs disappeared. He walked behind me and slipped his jacket over my shoulders.

“You can give it back when you’re ready”, he smiled at me. It wasn’t the same smile as if we were joking around, there was so much sadness etched in his face

“I have a feeling you might need it when things get out of control again. How have you been lately?”

“Oh I’ve been great considering I’m in my twenties and can’t control my shifts around certain people. I also get to watch my friend fall for the guy I–”

The feeling was far too overwhelming. Liam and I used to be best friends until we slowly started falling for each other. It was new to both of us and it scared us. Instead of jumping into a relationship, we stayed friends. He never dated anyone else and neither did I. It was strange, yet it worked for us.

A few years ago, I ran into Hayden who was new to the area and I promised to show her around campus. After that we were inseparable, but little did I know that when we weren’t together, she was spending her time with Liam.

She never knew that the two of us had feelings for each other, but then again it didn’t matter because Liam never told her when she showed an interest in him and he certainly never said a word when I found them kissing at Sinema.

‘It’s not like we’re actually in a relationship (Y/N). I told you they’re a waste of time’, he almost yelled as he kept up with my pace

‘So that’s it? We just leave things the way they are now. I forget about what we were and you get to have Hayden?’, I growled

‘We weren’t anything so why does it matter?’

The second the words fell out his mouth, I knew he regretted them.

‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it. I swear’

‘Go after her Liam. I can’t make you stay’, I said as I stormed out of the club

I didn’t hang around either of them much after that. Slowly, but surely I started hanging around the pack, even with Liam there because I wouldn’t turn my back on my family even if Liam broke my heart.

“It’ll be okay (Y/N). I used to think I would never move on from Allison, but things always turn out differently than you expect. It takes time no matter how angry you are at him”, he said as he sat down next to me

“That’s the thing Scott, I’m not mad at him anymore. I’m mad at myself because…I still love him. I haven’t stopped and that’s what hurts the most because he stopped loving me”

“How do you know that?”

“He told me”

“He did what?”. Scott replied

“A few months after I found out, I started hanging around everyone again, we had a talk and that’s when he told me that he stopped loving me because Hayden was the girl of his dreams. I pretended to be fine with it. I just never expected him to move on so quickly, it’s like he never cared for me at all. None of us even told Hayden about it”, I groaned as I played with the sleeves of his jacket

“I never knew he said all of that with the way he acts when she isn’t around him”, he mumbled

“Please don’t tell me he’s cheating on her”

Hayden was still a friend and I would kill him with my bare hands if he was.

“No, not at all. Whenever we all go out and she doesn’t come with us, you never notice the way he looks at you? He starts to smile when he thinks we aren’t looking, but I’ve noticed his heartbeat changing and the chemosignals it’s strange how you could never tell”

“I didn’t think it was because of me. I always thought he was thinking of her. Why are you telling me this anyway? He’s getting married in a few days”, I scoffed

I looked at all the couples passing by and it made me sick. I didn’t want what happened between us to make me bitter, but it all happened over time. I pretended to be alright with it for so long that I forgot how much it really hurts seeing them together. Tonight nearly pushed me over the edge.

“I can’t sit around and watch you go on like this. He knows you feel this way, everyone knows you feel this way because you wreak of heartache and well…Stiles and Lydia can just tell. Liam was never over you and it isn’t fair that he parades around like he is knowing that it’s hurting you. You don't’ deserve it”, he explained

Ever since I moved in with Scott and Melissa in high school, he always looked out for me. Before Liam, he always freaked when I told him I was interested in someone because according to him no one was ever good enough. He was the brother I never had.

The hairs on my neck stood up when I noticed another heartbeat behind us followed by the sound of someone falling over. Scott and I jumped up and turned around to see Liam flat on his face. He looked up at us as his entire face turned red.

“(Y/N), can we talk?”

Liam’s POV

I knew something was up the second Scott left with (Y/N). She almost shifted in front of all us. When we first began learning to control our shifts, she mastered it way before I did. Things were different then. She used me as her anchor and I had her as mine.

After they left, I told Hayden I wanted to check on (Y/N) and walked out. It didn’t take long to follow their scent. I kept my distance as I watched them. She was angry, but mainly distraught. It wasn’t my intention to intrude until I heard her say, “… I’m mad at myself because…I still love him”

I always thought she moved on. After I told her I was with Hayden, she told me she was fine. She always said she didn’t want to be in a relationship, I just never figured it was because of me. I made a big mistake that I knew couldn’t be fixed. (Y/N) didn’t speak to me for a year after I started dating Hayden and that’s when I realized how much I truly loved her. I was terrified of everyone finding out so I paraded around like an idiot pretending to be the perfect boyfriend. Part of me thought that eventually I would believe my feelings for Hayden were real. I left (Y/N) for her and I felt like a fool when I realized she wasn’t the one for me.

It hurt every time I saw her, knowing I was slowly killing her. Now I was making it worse. We had something special and I ruined it. I knew who I wanted to be with and I went years without letting her know.

I missed seeing her smile and holding her in my arms. She was mine and I was always going to be hers.

I had to make things right between us or it would be too late. Just when I took a step to make my way over to them, I tripped and fell on my face.

I looked up and met her cold eyes, something I have come accustomed to.

“(Y/N), can we talk?”

“About your wedding?”, she sneered

My heart was racing. Nothing I ever did was well thought out. Scott looked at me, waiting for a response. He was rooting for me to make the right decision. It would be a disaster if I married Hayden knowing that I loved (Y/N). It would be the ultimate challenge trying to win her back.

“No. About us”

“There is no us. We weren’t anything so why does it matter?”, she repeated my words to a tee

“It was something (Y/N). You were everything to me. I–”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!? If it was something then why was it so easy for you to forget about it? Why did you tell me you didn’t love me anymore?”, she nearly yelled as tears reached the brim of her eyes

“I thought I knew what I wanted and I was so wrong. I knew I made a mistake, but I didn’t think it could be fixed. I think about you all the time. The truth is I’ve always loved you”

“I hate you”, she said as the tears spilled over, “I hate you so much”

“Don’t lie to me (Y/N). Your heart skips a beat whenever you say it. You still love me too”

“I’ve watched you watch you for years like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen. You don’t care, you never did. You don’t give a damn about me Liam”

I stepped closer and she moved away.

“If I treated you the same way you treated me, you would understand why it hurts so much. So you say you made a mistake, but you waited so long to fix it that I don’t think I could ever be with you again. It doesn’t matter how much I love you”, she continued

Tears began to burn my eyes. Deep down I knew I deserved every bit of this. I had it coming. I stepped towards her again, but this time she stayed. Her back was against the wall and her breath hitched.

“Too much had happened for this to work out”, she said quietly

There was so much pain etched on her face. She looked like she was torn between what to she needed to do. I wanted to be the one to fix it, yet I felt like I would only make it worse.

“I know that now. I don’t think I ever will stop loving you. I fell for my best friend and that can’t be changed”

She stared at me as if she was waiting for me to do something. This would be the last time. The look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. My lips melted onto hers as my hands made their way to her waist. She kissed back. It was desperate and passionate. We stayed that way until our lungs couldn’t take it anymore.

She placed her hand on my face and gave a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes, “Goodbye Liam”

“Goodbye (Y/N)”, I managed to choke out as I watched her disappear down the street

When I finally turned around I came face to face with my fiance staring angrily at me while the rest our guests watched in shock.

Don't deserve you-stiles stilinski

prompt: after stiles is a little harsh to you,because you said something about one of his theories,he comes back to you the next day without apologizing and you listen to him carefully. He then thinks you’re too good for him and that he doesn’t deserve you.


Pairing: Stiles x you

A/N: thank you guys SO much for 3,000 followers I reached yesterday! love every one of you so much xx

Originally posted by bantampsycho

You sat in the library with Lydia,helping her to research which supernatural creature Parrish might be,when your boyfriend suddenly appeared. He had several papers in his hands and you could tell by the way he was holding them,that they were important to him.

“Okay,listen.”he started,lying the paper files onto the table you and Lydia were sitting at. The both of you looked up to him curiously,ready to listen to one of his theories. “Okay,okay,wait. Yeah,here,”,he said,taking one of the papers. “this is the signature of theo’s dad when Theo was in fourth grade,right?” You nodded silently,curious to where he was going. He pulled out another paper,lying it down right next to the first one.

“And this is his signature now.”he said confidently. He looked at you as if you were supposed to understand what he meant. You looked at him cluelessly. “What? Don’t you see it? They’re completely different!”he explained. You looked at Lydia,who was about to read her book again.”Yeah,okay,but maybe a signature doesn’t stay the exact same for over ten years?”you brought up carefully. But Stiles just rolled his eyes,looking hurt and annoyed at the same time. “Yeah,okay,whatever. I don’t need you to prove I’m right! I don’t need anyone!”he said loudly and right after that,he stormed out of the library.

You turned towards Lydia again,a little sad about the anger your boyfriend hid,but you knew this would be forgotten the next day.

The next day,you and Stiles didn’t talk much. You sat together at lunch,as usual,but both of you were busy doing their own thing. Of course you would have rather spent lunch with him,but you didn’t know whether he was still mad of you or not and you didn’t want to interrupt him.

Later that day,Lydia sat down next to you in biology. “Is everything alright between you and Stiles?”she asked,leaning to you and sending you a worried glance. “Uhm,yeah. I guess it is. Why?”you asked. Her expression relaxed. Lydia was your best friend,she knew when something was wrong and telling her everything was okay relaxed her incredibly well. “Because you didn’t talk. Is it because of yesterday?” “Actually,I don’t really know. I don’t know if he’s been ignoring me today. But everything will turn out fine.”you assured her,trying to assure your mind at the same time. She smiled at you and nodded,right as the lesson began.

It was almost 9pm and you were sitting on your bed,reading about biology with a pen in your hand and your hair in a bun,when you suddenly heard something at your window. As you looked to the window,your gaze suddenly met Stiles’. You gasped as you saw him climbing into your room all of a sudden,although he didn’t do it for the first time.

“Okay,right. We know Theo isn’t one of the good guys,right?”,he started talking right after he stood up,leaving you no time for saying anything at all. “So what if he wants to destroy Scott’s pack? Like maybe,I don’t know,maybe he wants to build his own pack,you know?”,he mumbled. 

You stood right in front of him,trying to understand what he was thinking. “Uhm,yes. That could be possible.”,you said after a minute of silence. “Yes,right? That makes sense,I guess.”,he said,lowering his voice. He looked down at his feet,interwining his hands awkwardly. 

“Hey,are you okay?”,you said,stepping a step towards him and taking his hands into your own. His hands were cold,so you tried to get them a little warmer with rubbing them. Stiles was still looking down at your hands. He looked up at you shortly,not wanting you to notice how miserable he was feeling.

“Uhm,no. I’m actually not okay.”,he said slowly. “Tell me about it.”,you answered,leading him towards your bed. The both of you sat down and you knew he was collecting his thoughts.

“You know,it’s just like…”,he bit down on his lip,trying to tell you how he felt. “I was quite rude to you yesterday although you did absolutely nothing wrong and now I’m just coming into your room,telling you about another one of my theories and you just listen and agree with me. Although I haven’t even been as nice to you as you deserve it,you act like I did nothing wrong. I don’t deserve you,Y/N. And you deserve better.”,he said,now looking down at his hands again.

You looked at him,seeing nothing but the stars in his eyes and love in his soul and he didn’t see anything good,himself. Your fingers softly pulled his hair out of his face,then resting on his cheek,which made him finally look up at you again.

“Stiles,”,you said softly. “I will always listen to you,no matter what you said,cause you are one of the most important people in my life. And what’s important to you,will always be important to me,too. Everyone has a bad day sometimes but that doesn’t make them a bad person. I know what you’ve gone through. And even after all this you’re not a bad guy,Stiles.”,you assured him.

“I didn’t even freaking apologise.”,he said,looking at you,sadness filling his eyes. “You don’t have to-”,you started,but he cut you off. “Of yourse I do. You see? You’re too good for me. So please,Y/N,forgive me for what I’ve done the past days,forgive me for what I’ll do in the upcoming days and forgive me for not having such a sweet soul like you do.”,he looked at you,pleading. 

Maybe he didn’t know it,but he didn’t have to apologise,or even to plead. You knew right as he came through your window that everything would be fine again. “When will you realise that your soul is just as kind and tender as mine?”,you said. “Oh,shut up.”,he replied,resting his hand on your cheek and pulling you into him.

Your lips met his in a swift move,touching his soft lips like it was their only purpose. You instantly melted into the kiss,your mind going crazy while Stiles pulled his arms around you. Your hands were fiddled in his hair,pulling you more into him to deepen the kiss even more,when he pulled away. 

He looked into your eyes,seeing nothing but joy and that drew a smile on his lips too. “I love you.”,he whispered,before he leaned in to kiss you once again.

another Stiles imagine,hope u like it,xoxo