you have no idea how much i want to be that koala

100 Dialogue Prompts: Part 4

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

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

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

Play With Me, Alpha

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Derek x Fem!Reader

Summery: Derek’s newest beta keeps causing trouble, so one afternoon he gives her a punishment.

It was no secret that Derek had a soft spot for you, it was why you got away with so much. As soon as he’d turned you, you wrapped yourself around his protective instinct, making it easy to get what you wanted.

It started innocently, freshly turned, thunderstorm firing overhead, you’d hung onto Derek like a koala bear. But then it stuck, if you needed comfort you’d seek out Derek, who convinced himself it was better him that Scott or one of the betas. Then Stiles pointed out all the other things, batting eyes, pouting, the fake bad moods until you delightedly got Derek to give in.

Which was how the “detox war” started. Unfortunately for your alpha, his instincts screamed that pushing you away would mean pushing you out of the pack. Completely unaware that it was having the opposite effect.

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Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,812

Description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three… 

Anonymous Requested: Being in a relationship with Taehyung, and stealing all of his t-shirts while he’s busy with bts’ latest comeback + smut


You watched with a prominent downward quirk of your lips as Taehyung ran around the apartment, quickly stuffing clothes into a duffel bag as he scurried in every direction to gather his things before he had to head off to the dorms. It was time for a comeback, and all of the members agreed that it would be much easier on everyone to just stay at the dorms together during the busy hype of the first couple of weeks. This cut down the annoyances of people showing up to schedules at different times, or getting caught in traffic, so you completely understood the point of it… You just wished it didn’t mean having to stay back at your apartment all alone.

At this point in your relationship with Taehyung, you probably should have been used to the notion of him having to leave for a few weeks, or sometimes even a few months, every once in a while… but just because you were used to it, didn’t mean you had to like it.

You fell back against the mattress, your mind heavy with thoughts, and you weren’t exactly trying your hardest to mask the disdain you had for him leaving, so it wasn’t surprising when you felt the slight sink of someone taking the spot next to you on the bed. You opened your eyes, a concerned looking Taehyung coming into view.

“Please don’t pout. You know I don’t want to leave.” He reached forward, lightly pinching at your bottom lip that was sticking out.

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My Sweetheart

REQUEST: ohh my god i fell in love with your last imagine where harry proposes! i just wanted to ask if you could write a very fluffy imagine with cuddles on couch while watching movies or idk, just soo much fluff?? i love youu

REQUEST: Hi! I am just a fan of your fics, I have read every single one of them and I am craving for more. Can you pretty please write a fluffy fluffmaster with a cuddly Harry? Thanks, and love youuu!

Combined these two. Inspiration struck tonight. Hope you enjoy. :) xo

When you opened your eyes that morning, you were shocked to find that Harry was still in bed with you.

For the past week or so he’d been so busy that he had to wake up at the most ungodly hour of the morning. Every time his alarm would go off way too early, and each time he would shut it off with a groan only to roll over and slip his arms around your body, hugging you to his chest and tangling his legs with yours so he could cling to you like a koala. You grumbled and groaned and pretended to be more asleep than you were, but you secretly enjoyed that the first thing he did was to reach for you. Eventually he would get up and get his day started, always leaving a kiss on your lips before slipping out the front door.

You and Harry had been dating for several months now; it had gotten to the point where you spent most nights (and days) at his place. You had your own drawer and everything. The both of you had gotten used to life together, and you missed him dearly when he was away, so the past week had been hard on the both of you. But you knew that he was doing something that was important to him, and you could never ask him to give that up in any capacity.

That morning when you woke up it was 10:00 a.m., and he was still there. It immediately brought a feeling of warmth to your heart, and you couldn’t help but get your hopes up and look forward to having him for the entire day. It felt like it had been so long since you’d truly spent time together, other than small chit chat and a kiss here and there. You missed him. 

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anonymous asked:

I hope this is okay to request... I've been having trouble sleeping as of late and I wonder how the chocobros would help out their SO if she's up ridiculously late and they find out how she hasn't been sleeping.


  • When the young prince fits out his s/o hasn’t been sleeping his first thought is “How can someone not sleep?”
  • Noctis has the same sleep schedule as a koala, so at first he just doesn’t comprehend the extent of the situation at hand.
  • Once he sees his s/o’s health begin to decline, he begins to really understand how bad the situation really is. 
  • For someone who can sleep at any given moment, Noctis isn’t really one to have advice to give for his s/o.
  • He improvises. 
  • If he and his s/o don’t already live together, he will come to their house and insist on staying the night to try to help fix their problem. 
  • He makes warm herbal tear in hope that it was relax his s/o
  • He honestly has no other ideas on how to help the matter
  • He holds his s/o and wishes he could do something more in order to help.
  • And suddenly, the prince get an idea.
  • Unfortunately, not one that will help… but one that will show his dedication to his s/o
  • He refuses to sleep until his s/o sleeps.
  • His s/o is so touched by the notion.
  • Everyone knows how much Noctis values his sleep, especially his s/o
  • They both curl up into bed and Noctis nuzzles his s/o close
  • Within minutes, both him and his s/o are lulled into a much needed deep sleep.


  • His s/o admits that they haven’t been sleeping well and Prompto goes into panic mode.
  • How long have you been awake?
  • Is there anything I can do to help?
  • Anything?
  • Like at all?
  • Prompto makes a playlist of calming acoustic guitar music and tells his s/o to play it while they are falling sleep.
  • If that fails to work, like Noctis, Prompto will come over and help get to the bottom of this sleeping problem.
  • He and his s/o sit on their bed and talk about everything that’s bothering them and could potentially be preventing them from sleeping.
  • Prompto is a fantastic listener and never dismisses any of his s/o’s problems, no matter how small the issue is.
  • If his s/o has a break down during the conversation, Prompto assures them they don’t have to continue if they don’t want to and takes them in his arms.
  • He allows them to cry on his shoulder and he embraces them tightly, stroking their hair lightly until they calm down.
  • They end up talking about chocobos somehow? It definitely cheers the both of them up dramatically.
  • They fall back onto the pillows and continue to chat about everything and nothing all at the same time.
  • They cuddle and play with each other’s hands until—
  • His s/o fell asleep!
  • Mission successful.


  • “What’s bothering you? You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
  • Gladio is able to point out the obvious before his s/o admits to him that they’ve been awake for days at a time. 
  • When his s/o confirms his theory is true, Gladio begins thinking up ways to help. 
  • He’s low key very concerned about his s/o and will do anything to help.
  • He isn’t obvious about it like Prompto, but he’ll hint at things his s/o should try. 
  • “I bought this tea at the store. Figured you’d like it.”
  • Oh what’s this? The bag says “Sleepy Time Tea” Thanks, big guy!
  • Too tired to walk?
  • Gladio’s got his s/o’s back. 
  • Of course, no matter what his s/o’s desired destination is, Gladio will put them down on their bed and say “time to get some sleep, babe.”
  • Before his s/o can protest, Gladio gives his s/o the best massage ever. 
  • He is able to relax every muscle, get rid of every knot and kink. 
  • The warmth of his calloused hands alone are able to lull his s/o to sleep.


  • Ignis notices his s/o’s tiredness before even they do. 
  • As a workaholic, he knows what it’s like to be deprived of sleep and has all the trips and tricks on how to cure the worst cases of insomnia (no pun intended I swear)
  • “Darling, have you been sleeping all right?”
  • To which his s/o responds, “Oh. Now that you mention it… I haven’t been. That’s probably why I feel like I’ve been hit by the Regalia.”
  • He dotes his s/o from then on out. 
  • Sleep time tea? Got it.
  • Warm bath running? Yes. 
  • Massage for when his s/o gets out of the bath? You bet. 
  • He tucks his s/o in and bids them a goodnight.  
  • That’s when his s/o will ask him to crawl into bed with them.
  • Ignis smiles and accepts. 
  • The second Ignis plops down beside his s/o, he notices they are already out like a light.

anonymous asked:

I love your fics so much!! They really make me happy 😊 Idk if you're taking prompts, but I love the idea of Sanvers on a sunny morning, waking up together, doing their morning routine, all fluffy and cute and full of gross bagels

I know this wasn’t a nonbinary Alex prompt, but to me it felt really powerful to take a “regular”, hella fluffy prompt, just of an everyday thing that has nothing to do with being nonbinary, and make it such…

They’re up just as the sun is rising, and the most beautiful woman they’ve ever seen is wrapped up in their arms.

They kiss her forehead and Maggie sighs in her sleep, shifting close to Alex, her lips tilting up into a smile in the tendrils of dawn’s light.

Alex groans internally, but the way they stroke Maggie’s hair gives them away: sure, they want to go for their run, but if this – this amazing woman – is the thing preventing them from leaving the warmth of the blankets, the warmth of her naked body heat, the warmth of her still-sleeping smile?

Well then, Alex Danvers figures they have it pretty damn good.

They watch the growing sunlight dance across Maggie’s sleeping face, and they run their fingers over Maggie’s bare shoulder, torso, ass, thigh, which is hitched up over Alex’s stomach so she’s half on top of them.

“My little koala,” Alex whispers to no one in particular, and kisses Maggie’s hair.

They don’t know how long they watch Maggie sleep, how long they wonder what she’s dreaming, how long they wonder what they ever did to deserve this kind of peace, this kind of happiness, this kind of perfection.

“You’re staring at me, Danvers,” Maggie croaks eventually, without opening her eyes, her smile growing and her voice thick and gravelly with sleep.

“Pfft, no, I’m not – no,” Alex splutters, and Maggie cracks open first one eye, and then the other, shifting groggily so her body is fully on top of Alex’s.

“You were, Danvers, no point denying it.” She plants sleepy kisses on Alex’s face, on their very slightly fuzzy jawline, on their neck.

“No?” Alex asks, running their hands up and down Maggie’s body, making sure the blankets are still over her so she’s still completely wrapped in the warmth their bodies have made together all night.

“Nope,” Maggie concludes, her tongue flickering out against Alex’s throat, and Alex tosses their head back and groans softly. “I’m a detective, Agent Danvers, or have you forgotten?”

“Such a detective you even detect things in your sleep, huh?”

“Mmhhmmmm. And I detect you didn’t go for your run this morning.”

“An accurate assessment, Detective Sawyer.”

Maggie swoons and pretends not to, and Alex kisses her fully on the mouth. She can’t pretend not to swoon anymore, and neither, quite frankly, can Alex.

“So here’s what we do,” Maggie proposes between soft kisses. “You go out for your run, and when you get back, I’ll have coffee and pancakes and much fresher breath than I currently have.”

Alex chuckles and kisses her deeper.

“But I’ll miss you if I go for my run,” they protest, and Maggie beams and rolls off of them. They whine and Maggie mercifully rolls back halfway to kiss them again.

“And you’ll be grumpy all day if you don’t go, Danvers. Miss me for an hour and come back to coffee and breakfast and me wearing nothing but one of your flannels, how’s that?”

Alex tries to pull Maggie back toward them, and Maggie shrieks a giggle and dodges before getting twisted up in the covers and surrendering happily to Alex’s touch.

“Okay?” Alex confirms, and Maggie kisses their shoulder.


“Was that a promise?” they want to know, and Maggie tilts her head as she looks up at the person she loves like she’s never loved anyone before.

“Was what a promise, Ally?”

Alex swoons at the use of the nickname that only ever feels right off of Maggie’s tongue, that feels perfect off of Maggie’s tongue.

“To only be wearing one of my flannels when I get back.”

Maggie bites her lip and Alex practically growls with desire. “Hurry back and find out.”

It takes several kisses and a mild tickle war that leave them both gasping for air and finding it in each other to get Alex dressed and out the door, and Maggie sighs into the silence when they leave.

She’s never had this before – this intimacy, this domesticity, this perfection – and she never, ever wants to lose it.

She takes her time in the shower, remembering as she does each place Alex touched her, licked her, bit down gently – and, at her urging, not so gently – into her skin last night, each place Alex had worshiped her, and she’s never felt more cared for. More beautiful.

As promised, she slips on one of Alex’s old flannels as she makes four times the amount of pancakes she normally would, because it’s Sunday and Kara will be over soon after Alex gets back from their run. She hums to herself the entire time, even as she listens to the news and occasionally interrupts her own rhythm to yell indignantly at some story or other.

Before long, the scents of coffee and homemade pancakes – some plain, some with cinnamon, some with bananas, some with chocolate chips – fill the entire apartment, and by the time Alex steps back in, the red bandana just above their forehead dark with sweat and their cutoff, sleeveless Stanford sweatshirt perfectly highlighting the rippled muscles in their arms, the table is set and soft jazz has replaced the news and Maggie’s hair is still wrapped in a towel and Alex’s racing heart stops at the sight and scent and sound of it all.

Because before?

Before, their apartment was just that: an apartment. A place to store things, a place to sleep, a place to drink, a place to function.

And now?

“What, no double-toasted dry-as-the-desert bagel this morning?” they ask, and Maggie laughs and shakes her head as she presses a glass of water into Alex’s strong hands.

“I love you too, Danvers. I love you, too.”

And Alex beams, and Alex kisses her, and Alex pours every emotion they have into it, because together, they’re home, home, home.

anonymous asked:

can you tell me about the bts ships? not just otp's, brotps too!


but ill only talk about the ones im familiar with:

1. YOONMIN (yoongi/jimin):

ok holy shit where the FUCK do i start with yoonmin. they’ve been my bts otp since day 1 so i have a LOT TO FUCKING SAY LOL 

first off, refer to this post as to why i started shipping them, they have a LOT of cute fucking moments predebut and its been a painfully beautiful journey ever since 2013

before we jump in we need to talk about how YOONGI WROTE A SONG FOR JIMIN BECAUSE HE ADMIRES HOW HARDWORKING JIMIN IS. IF THAT AINT REAL THEN GET TF OUT OF MY FACE LMAo like where dat song @ tho yoongs

ok i need to chill, but theres more:

like jimin being yoongi’s #1 cheerleader at ISAC lmao look at him cheer his name in front of all the fans and other idols with ZERO shame, and then there’s yoongi pretending like he doesnt hear him #typical

^ TYPICAL YOONGI. this ship is very love-hate. mostly false pretense of hate on yoongi’s end and WAAAY TOO MUCH SHAMELESS LOVIN on jimin’s end BUT we all know yoongi’s putting up a front. like there’s actually so many subtle moments where he reveals how much he cares for jimin and they kill me every time, like this one:

but then right back to pretending like he dont give a fuck lmfao:


this whole v app broadcast was a yoonmin fest and it was a blessing. jimin got him a sweater for yoongis birthday and they basically confessed on live broadcast that they’re soulmates. ugh im so sensitive about this moment

in summary:

  • yoonmin are polar opposites and that heart-pulling cold/warm dynamic they have is super shippable, thus the reason why they’re one of the most popular ships in this fandom
  •  yoongi puts on a cold exterior and doesn’t really show his emotions. jimin on the other hand is super openly loving towards others, especially yoongi, and its really fucking cute how yoongi reciprocates sometimes
  • the two really do care about each other a lot though and it’s really heart warming to see. also yoongi had jimin rap on his Tony Montana stage and it was everything

there’s tons more but for the sake of room lets move on

2. TAEKOOK (Taehyung/Jungkook)

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Back Where I Belong - Chris Evans

request: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Chris are dating and she meets him at the airport after he’s been away filming for months?

people: Chris - Reader (You) 

warnings: FluFFY 

word count: 1000+

a/n: This is a request that someone asked so long ago, I’m so sorry I neglected your request, anonymous person! Thank you for this lovely idea, though, I’ve had this tucked away for so long.

“These seats are hurting my ass. God, now I know why airport seating is so fuckin’ painful, they want you to be motivated so you haul ass to get to the plane,”

I stopped to laugh at my joke, chuckling loudly enough to awaken the elderly lady next to me who was waiting for something she was not willing to talk about.

“Would you, for the millionth time, shut up! It’s three in the morning!” Across from me was this bitchy woman around my age, most likely a lot older. She had this weird orange hair, that I knew was dyed but she still had ginger-like looks to her face. She had the whole nine yards of freckles, ginger-tinted brows, and even wore green just to brighten her orange complexion.

“No! It’s three in the morning and I’m here because I’ve got someone to pick up that I’ve been waiting for. For four months!”

The Irish-wannabe looked at me and smirked, giggling to herself like I wasn’t ten feet away from her. “Who are you picking up? Your boyfriend you ordered off some sex website?”

Jesus, when will Flight 4301 land, dammit! I don’t have time for this!

Smiling sweetly, I got up and grabbed my bag along with my third cup of Starbuck’s black coffee. “Yes, you got me Lucky Charms, I ordered a sex companion. His name is Julio and we’re gonna get married in Vegas. Good day.”

Ginger-snap wasn’t fast enough to shut her wide opened trap that had fallen when I was quick to reply to her. Walking off I went to sit at another set of empty seats, hopefully not causing controversy with whoever lands up near me.

Chrispy Creme:  I land at BOS @ 4:45 baby! Sorry it’s so early :/ I love you xxx

It was two to forty-five and no signs of his flight were announced. Deciding to let it be, I plugged in my earphones and brought up my Itunes, clicking on a much-needed song right now, one that would ease the ache of Chris’s arm not being wrapped around my waist right now. It would numb my lips that could almost feel the pressure of lips on mine.

Humming along to the beat of Alicia Key’s ‘If I Ain’t Got You’ I closed my eyes that burned with lack of sleep. I hadn’t even slept all night because I got too excited about Chris finally coming back home. So I made myself an espresso and watched musicals that would make me stay awake because I could never sit through one without getting up and dancing to the beat of the melody or singing along with the cast. I was hitting my breaking point, though, my head throbbed, and my ass still ached, my eyes were burning with tears now, from sleep-induced stress. I felt my chin waiver as I silently prayed for Chris to just get here soon, I was waiting for him, Dodger was waiting for him. Then tonight there’d be a huge surprise party for him courtesy of Lisa, Carly, Shauna, and I. My fingers roughly rubbed my sunken eyes, I cannot fall asleep! No Sleep, no sleep, no sleep-

“Flights 4305, 4308, and 4301 have arrived. The gates are open for you to pick up your guest, thank you for choosing Boston’s Logan Airport. Have a nice day!” With that I grabbed my bag and abandoned my coffee, running to the sea of people who seem to have magically just appeared out of nowhere.

Now, I’m not the tallest bean in the stock so my only resort of finding Chris was jumping up and trying to get a glance of a NASA Cap, some blonde hair with ashes of brown in it, or those blue eyes that we’re quite hard not to miss.

After my twelfth jump with no such luck of a glimpse of him, I gave up on that plan and went with sour plan b. “Humph..Ugh! Fine, people. I’ll go to the back you asswipes.”

Leaving the crowd I went to the terminal area, watching the people pass by with their collected loved ones as I stared at them angrily, pissed that I wasn’t one of the lucky ones. I didn’t lose hope, though, I waited for a good twenty minutes before finally, I caught sight of a very familiar looking button down.

I don’t know whether it was the possible dangerous amount of coffee in me or just the adrenaline of seeing him again but I bolted down the hall.

“Chris!” I yelled just in time to have him catch me in his arms, wounding me tightly around his hips. I was a koala bear that refused to let go of him. The numbness of my subsided when he kissed me fervently, almost clawing at my hair with a desperation to be closer to me, than he already was. we already were.

Pulling back just enough to let himself whisper breathlessly to me, I couldn’t help but kiss away the tear that leaked from his glassy eyes. “You..have no idea…how long… I’ve waited for this.” Beaming with a smile that hurt my cheeks I laughed sneaked a kiss from him again.

“Oh love, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you… but… now that I have you back-”

“Oh I’m never fuckin’ leaving again, that’s for sure.” Both of us burst out laughing at Chris’s words.

I let my feet hit the ground and soon we became just another couple walking out of the terminal, smiling with each other’s arm wrapped around their waist. We looked so ordinary, so normal. No one asked Chris for a photo or even a question. They just smiled as we passed, on our way to my car in the parking lot.

I felt Chris let out a sigh of relief, feeling his fingers dig into my hip a bit, as we walked out of the airport. “It feels good to be back home…”

“It feels good to just have you here…” Chris smiled down at me when I softly answered back to him. 

I stole another glance at him again, just wanting to see that face once more. Letting it sink in that he was actually finally here. Finally in bed with me at night, eating my terrible made up foods, and listening to my awful karaoke. I let a few tears fall to the earth, not caring if my mascara made me a raccoon or not. 

All that mattered was he was here with me. His burly arm around my lower waist, cuddling into me like no time had placed since he’d last held me like this. 

“I can’t believe I went so long without seeing your face, Y/N. God, it hurt sometimes just to think of seeing you on skype at night because I couldn’t reach in and just grasp your hand,” His arm left my waist and he took my left hand into his right, interlocking our fingers. “Or just see your eyes in the real sunlight… I don’t know how you summoned the strength because I sure as hell was caving in on week three…” 

Giving only a smile, sincere smile, I kept his hand clasped with my own, holding his palm just a bit tighter to mine as I felt my throat tighten with a sob I refused to release. “Oh love,” I replied. Staring at his beautiful face while Chris looked at the sun rays starting to beam their light down on us, letting the skies lighten with a blue color so beautiful it lifted his spirits even higher. 

Just looking at his widening eyes, and dopey smile and felt a sob and chuckle come out at once. God, I’m in love with this man…How did I get through these months away from him? Lord knows it was spent sometimes with my face in a pillow or my body tucked under the sheets all day… all of it, though, I’d do again and again just to be able to hold that face…

How hard was it to be away from you, Chris? 

 Love, you have no idea.

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Spoon theory

me and isi @isisisak like to yell at each other abt who is big and lil spoon in evak and we have decided that both do both, #equalspoons, here is just some words about it

situations in which isak is the big spoon:

-even still sometimes has a habit of getting up in the middle of the night, and isak doesnt like waking up to an empty bed with no idea where even has disappeared off to. its not that isak doesnt trust even, because he really really does, he’d just rather not wake up to an empty bed ever. if he gets to be the big spoon he can pull even closer against him and stop him going anywhere. at this point in their relationship he can always tell when even’s gonna have one of those nights where he’s slightly more restless than usual, and they both know it calms him and helps him sleep better if isak is curled around his back, one arm around his waist and his face pressed in the back of even’s neck (its not always 100% effective. isak is a heavy sleeper and sometimes even wriggles out early in the morning. in these situations when isak wakes up, he ends up having to be the big spoon while standing up, while even makes them breakfast. this usually earns him the affectionate nickname of koala or monkey, depending on how even’s feeling)

-sometimes, even has really bad days when he doesn’t have energy for a n y t h i n g. all he can do is snuggle under the blankets and try and shut his brain up. isak knows he can’t really do anything in this situation, its just the horrible part of even’s illness that comes out sometimes, but they also both know that it feels at least a little bit like something if isak gets to be the big spoon, so he can hold even close, keep him safe and warm and held, so that even knows he isn’t alone because he can feel isak around him, and the rational part of his brain, althhough it can get buried pretty deep under the heaviness of depression, knows that isak loves him so much and is always always going to be here for him

-sometimes even has days he wouldn’t call bad bc he knows with his sickness what really bad days are. but he has had a confrontation with someone, his parents fought (even tho even wouldn’t admit this bothered him to the extent it does), a teacher was unfair or any little thing that adds to that day being draining or annoying. he sometimes pulls isak’s arm around him then and sometimes just falls asleep on his side and when he wakes up there is a warm warm boy wrapped around him (sometimes arms aren’t enough and there’s also a leg around him, its like a cage but he warm kind where you don’t want to leave and if you have to pee well you better hold it, bc that soft boy sleeps like a rock once he managed to fall asleep)

situations in which even is the big spoon:

-isak has his fair share of sleepless nights too, he doesn’t like to admit it bothers him this much but when he has a test coming up that he isn’t prepared enough for (and who’s fault is that, even?) he won’t be able to sleep much the night before. being the little spoon in this situation won’t always help him sleep, but it will help him relax to feel even pressing soft kisses into his hair, whispering quiet words of encouragement and love in his ear because “you’re going to do incredible baby, i know it” and “i love you so so much and i’d love you even if you got a 1″

-sometimes, to his own annoyance, isak gets affected by comments on his sexuality. it pretty much doesn’t happen any more, and isak is so so proud of being gay now, and even prouder that he has such a wonderful boyfriend by his side always (even if not always in a physical sense) one day, they meet jonas’ old friend elias in the street, and isak is so happy to be able to say loudly, “yes, elias, i am gay. is there a problem?” while holding his boyfriends hand and makingg no attempt to be subtle. but later that night it all comes out. even asks isak what exactly was that guys deal, and isak explains (just a few comments here and there, nothing that he should be getting worked up about) except he does get worked up, and even feels a bit useless to be honest, he wants to feel like he can protect isak somehow, so he wraps isak up in his arms, safe and sound, and draws little patterns onto isaks stomach as he waits for his breathing to steady and his eyes to close.

-when Isak is drunk he is always very cuddly and somehow suddenly looks about 20cm smaller (which even would never say out loud, his life means something to him, thank you very much) and also very needy for affection. so before drunk iiak goes to sleep he buries his face in even’s chest and demands that even is stroking his hair (which would happen anyway bc drunk isak purrs like a little kitten when he does that but hes ‘just following orders here’) and when he fell asleep he’ll turn around and end up being the little spoon.

and there you have it

some days (or rather nights but also NAPS are a thing so) its a conscious decision and some it’s an instinctive thing.

if you need clarity on other situations or scenarios please write one of us

Spoon Scientists out ✌

Imagine Simon comforting you with some hot chocolate at night after you had a nightmare

(Wooooo some SIMON FLUFF YEEEESSSS :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Aaawww Simon!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

You woke up breathless and frantic in the dark of your room. You saw the most terrible thing you could’ve ever imagined in your dream, Simon dying at the hands of your “ex-husband”, Negan.

After you and Simon had grown fond of one another, you had started a secret relationship with him. Those times were filled with both happiness and thrills, meeting each other in secret and having your fun in nearly all the tight spaces you could hide.

However, after all of it, you had been caught by some of the others and you had decided to admitted to Negan by yourself that you had no more desire to be with him.

He had been reluctant to let you go, you could tell from the way he was fuming and asking you to answer him why but you had made your choice.

At that point, you preferred to be with the man you loved rather than be pretend to be happy with a choice you didn’t really made.

You knew it would take quite some time before you could make things official with Simon, as you knew that if Negan were to figure things out between you both, Simon would inevitably get the iron for it.


But here you were, alone in the dark, in tears from how graphic your nightmare was. You couldn’t believe what your mind had just imagined and you just couldn’t stay still.

You had to see if Simon was fine and that’s what you did, getting up from your bed quickly. You nearly slammed your door getting out and ran towards Simon’s room.

You didn’t care at his point if there were still anyone up that might see you, all that mattered was to know that Simon was safe and sound.

At his door, you stood there catching your breath and wiped your tears away. Nervously, you approached your fist to knock and your anxiety came back.

You just wanted him to answer immediately but instead it was quiet. You were about to break again but suddenly he opened, half asleep, rubbing his eyes and topless.


Seeing him all okay, relieved you more than ever and you jumped at his neck to hold him tightly and stop yourself from crying.

It stunned him to see you here at this hour but it didn’t stop him from wrapping an arm around your waist while the other stroked your hair as he wondered what had happened.

“Hey…What’s wrong, Y/N…”

He then pull back slightly to check on you and cupped your face to get a close look. He noticed your red puffy eyes and how stuffy your nose had been, probably from all the crying and it tore him apart.

Who could make you cry like this, he thought and slowly the worst feeling came to him.

“Babe, did he?”

You shook your head as he asked his question and simply held onto him, not wanting to let go yet.

He wiped the few tears that had came back and pulled you in to the room, closing the door behind you.


Feeling your grip on him tightening and your nose nuzzling to his neck, he carefully picked you up and set you on the bed with him.

He felt your breathing being ragged and knew it was better to stay quiet for a while before saying anything. He stroked your hair, and then down your arm and to your back, making sure to calm you down.

He knew something must’ve scared you for you to act this clingy, or rather like a scared little baby koala as he would say when he’d tease you over it.

He decided to rub and soothe you just as you needed him to, all while his arms wrapped you tightly to his chest.

It was comforting to feel him so close and so real. His breathing, his heartbeat, his skin all of it made you slowly forget what you had just foreseen in your lonely sleep.

Just as him, you decided to feel him to make sure he was truly with you in the moment. Burying your face in his chest, you felt his warmth and his firmness raising and falling under you, with the sound of his heart.

Feeling your breathing slowing down, he understood that you were starting to feel better and just kissed the top of your head.

It surprised you to feel him and you looked up, only to see him give you one of his confused yet funny smiles, making you chuckle lightly.

He raised an eyebrow, wondering as to what would bother you so much and realized you probably needed something more to feel relaxed.


He remembered how much you liked hot chocolate and just realized how he had found a good pack of them while on a run.

It gave him an idea and slowly he pulled away to go and make you some, only for you to get worried and cling onto him.

“W-Where are you going?”, you asked him nervously.

He chuckled and shook his head. He squeezed your hand for a moment and crouched to your level to look you in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving anywhere…I’m just going to get you some hot cocoa! Just as you like!”

“You have some? I-It’s in your room, right?”

He chuckled and nodded at you, getting up and turning away to go by the little counter to prepare.

You stared at his back for a while, only for him to lean against the counter and cross his arms as he looked back at you, waiting for the water to boil properly.

You seemed so lost yet cute with the blanket wrapped around yourself that it made him crack a smile before asking you as to what happened.

“So…you care to tell me what worried you this much?”

You hesitated for a while not knowing how to say it, only to shrug at him.

He sighed and tried to cheer you up again, saying, “Look sweetheart…I’m not gonna force you to say anything if you don’t want to…but I gotta admit it to you that you scared me shitless running to me with tears like that…”

You could hear the concern in his voice, oddly enough, only for him to be surprised by the water being ready, making him turning around and for you to let out a little laughter.

It relieved him to hear you and he decided to mix in the powder for you and him, even having the thought of putting it in the cute matching mugs you had found.

It made you smile even more to see him turn around with them both in his hands and without any words, you got up wrapped in your blanket at sat by the little table he had.

He walked to sit next to you, handing you your mug. Feeling the warmth of it, made you curl your shoulders and smile.

Seeing you, he followed your lead and managed to make you laugh that way, even more as he scooted closer.

“Gotta keep myself warm somehow, right?”

You nodded and looking back at him, you laughed even more as he burnt himself from drinking the hot chocolate.

You wiped his upper lip, brushing his moustache, making him wink at you and raise an eyebrow at you.

You tried to hold in your laughter this time and looked back at your drink.


“I-I had a nightmare about you…”, you said as it he took another sip.

Instantly, he bursted out laughing and forgot himself. You didn’t understand him but at the same time, you did, knowing how he was a rather immature man at times for his age.

You shook your head, and told him, “It’s not funny alright…I-I was really worried for you…Stop laughing alright…”

You kept your gaze on your mug and told him everything to make him understand your meaning.

“I-I dreamt about Negan…and how he found out about us…He got angry…a-and locked you up in one of the cells…only to…bash your skull with Lucille…He…he made me watch you…He kept going and going, not stopping once…”

Your voice shook as you told him everything and even more as your mind vividly remembered each horrifying detail of it, from him screaming to the blood gushing all over.

Your vision had gotten blurry from your tears and that’s when he realized how much of an ass he was to laugh at you earlier.

He instantly wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you close and rubbing you to comfort you all over again.

“Oh no no no…Y/N, baby don’t cry…It was just a stupid nightmare…Come on, don’t cry…I’m fine, see? Look at me, i’m right here, next to you! Come on, why would Negan ever hurt me for that? I’m practically his best friend, here!”

The more he spoke, the more you were reminded of how silly he could be at times and that just made you feel even better.

“Besides he can’t do anything…As far as he knows…To him we’re just friends now…and when we’ll be official, he can’t say anything as well because we weren’t being shady about it…”

You wrapped your arms around him as well and took in his kind and silly words, making your smile come back more and more, especially knowing for sure he was making faces while at it.

“Also, like there’s no way he would ever do that to me! I mean we’re on a whole personal, me and him, he might as well just call me bro…you know…so no worries babe…”

“T-Thank you Simon…”

He chuckled and stroking your hair, told you, “Don’t need to thank me…Well yes for the hot chocolate…but the rest it’s fine…I just don’t want you to worry too much…Now how about you drink that up and we hop back into bed…”

You pulled away to nod at him, only for him to peck your lips and say, “Maybe we might as well have our own little fun while at it…Unless you’d rather cling onto me like a little baby koala for the rest of the night…up to you! Whatever makes you forget that stupid nightmare of yours!”

You nodded at him and turned to keep drinking along with him, all while thinking about what you should be doing next.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Hope you are reading good fics (totally selfishly so you can rec them to us!). Could you please rec me fics where Harry or Draco is turned into an animal? Thanks!!!!

YESSS! YES I CAN! This is one of my favorite tropes! I have read sooo many and have so many left to read, but these are the cutest ones so far.

Drarry + animagus/animal transformations

Paws of Fury by Veritas03 (92k)
“Bellow, bluster… your rage is insignificant. No more than the mewing of a kitten. Do not be afraid. He will save you. Calm you. Love you.” Harry has a furry little problem – but Draco’s scent soothes the savage beastie. Will Draco be able to save him when Harry’s world begins to crumble? 
(This is the cutest thing in the world, I’ve read it so many times and it makes me MELT. Kitten!Harry is so precious and tiny, and Draco is his fave. ♥)

Endangered Familiar by ravenpan (8k)
After the war, all he wanted was some peace and quiet. What he got, was a penguin that brought the exact opposite.
(Oh my god, penguin!Draco is so adorable, he’s so grumpy and likes to sleep on Harry’s foot! Harry carries him around in a sling! I am dead from cute.)

The Owl Who Came For Christmas by dracogotgame (17k)
Draco has a debt to pay off, no matter what Potter thinks. And he has a Very Good Idea to go along with it. Things don’t go as planned.
(So sweet and fluffy!! Owl!Draco is so judgmental and easily offended, which is all kinds of hilarious. Harry is an adorkable cinnamon roll. It’s amazing.)

Hissy Fit by dysonrules (28k)
Harry is an under-utilized Auror and Draco is an auditor for Gringotts. He lives to torment the Ministry and, of course, Harry Potter. He is also a Registered Animagus.
(I love this fic, it is SO much fun. Draco is hilarious and the banter is gold. Not to mention snake!Draco, who preens and insists he’s a “talented climber”.).

Catfished by Sara’s Girl (32k)
Draco is in deep water, Harry can see straight through him, and that’s not even the full scale of the problem.
(Only Sara’s Girl can make me all emotional over a freaking goldfish. This story is so so precious and well-written, the angst hurts but is very worth it.)

• The Haumiaroa Magical Society for the Conservation of Indigenous Wildlife by musamihi (15k)
Harry escapes to New Zealand in search of privacy and relaxation, only to find himself caring for an injured (and ungrateful) kiwi chick. After releasing the bird into the wild, he’s more than a little surprised to find it waiting for him when he arrives in Peru for the second part of his vacation – and to discover that it can spell. Poorly.
(Grumpy kiwi!Draco is my fave, he nests in brochures and shoes. Siiigh.)

Gryffindor for a Week by xErised (10k)
What happens when Moody’s Transfiguration spell on Draco the Amazing Bouncing Ferret can’t be reversed for a week? Harry Potter has no choice but to take care of Draco, almost like a… pet.
(Ferret!Draco is extremely adorable, grumpily cleaning out Harry’s pockets because “do I have to do everything for you” lmao. Love this one.)

The Wolf Pack by dracogotgame (13k)
Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?
(This shortie has so much personality it could be a novel. Wolf!Harry and pup!Draco reluctantly become oh-so-close. It’s a beautifully sweet fic.)

Where’s Granger When You Need Her? by playout (11k)
Hogwarts’ Potions Master is working on an experimental brew. He really should know better than to turn his back on an unstable potion. Now if only there were someone in the castle who could help…
(Tiny ferret!Draco is super cute! He’s a total sweetheart but thinks he’s a fierce tiger. It’s amazing. Harry couldn’t resist this lil’ guy even if he tried.)

He Was He and I Was Bunny by bryoneybrynn (37k)
The war is over and “eighth year” is about to begin at Hogwarts. But for Harry and Draco, nothing is quite the same. Harry’s looking for an escape, Draco’s looking for a friend. Does a little black bunny hold the answers?
(I love so much about this fic, including the adorable bunny!Harry who wins Draco’s heart. However, serious warning for the Draco/Blaise in this…)

Wascally by dysonrules (6k)
Draco finds an ickle wounded birdy in the forest…
(So damn cute. A tiny ball of fluff, chirping and cooing, nuzzling into Draco, perching on his shoulder. Bird!Harry with his tiny pea brain. Love it.)

In Need of a Proper Hug by Faith Wood (2k)
Draco rescues a poor, poor koala, which won’t stop hugging him.
(This is a classic, but that doesn’t make it any less adorable. Koala!Harry is super clingy and Draco can’t resist his cuddles. A fave to reread.)

The Vegas Wedding AU

Featuring: Faranda getting their shit together real quick, Brotzly getting their shit together slightly less quick, and the rowdy 3 matchmaking and smashing plates.

Copied and pasted from discord, so sorry for any mistakes.

  • dirk suddenly gets a hunch that they should go to vegas
  • and everyone’s a bit weary about it because it’s vegas and anything could happen
  • but idk they get a surprise visit from amanda and the rowdies
  • and amanda is like ‘yes vegas good’ and farah is pining so she agrees and todd wants make good with his sister so he agrees and suddenly they are on a road trip
  • they take two cars because todd is still hung up about that whole wrecking his apartment thing?
  • at fist dirk is all 'we gotta travel together’ but then he realises that if he can convince farah to stay in the van, he and todd can be alone is his carthat is a very appealing thought 
  • it went quite well when they were hunting down machine parts, after all
  • soo, todd is driving 'dirk’s car’ most of the time they are on the road
  • and dirk sort of fluctuates between the car and the van, he switches at rest stops
  • mostly they drive during the day, but when they drive at night dirk takes the time to hearteyes
  • todd doesn’t notice bc he’s todd and i’d like to think that at least someone in american keeps their eyes on the road (seriously, they never seem to in any tv shows ever. it concerns me.)
  • anyway i’m not american so i have no idea how long it takes to get from seattle to vegasbut they get there 
  • and they find this one fancy hotel and farah offers to pay but she’s only paying for 3 rooms bc they do need some of that 4 mill. for other stuff
  • so you’ve got 3 rooms and 8 people
  • the rowdies decide to take over one room, it is unknown if they sleep in it or not, and the other four decide to split boys and girls
  • but (surprise, surprise), double beds
  • farah and amanda jump at the idea and it is at that point that we can see that they’re gonna get their shit together
  • dirk also is like 'yeah cool lets do this’ but inside he is dying bc he gets to sleep in the same room as todd on the same bed as todd right next to todd holy shiiiiit
  • todd is sort of… frozen
  • (bc todd is not good at this sort of thing, and we all already knew that these two would take a while to sort their shit out)
  • but todd pulls himself together, sharing a bed with you best friend? not weird 

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Pinky Promise (pt. 1 of my Le Duo verse)

Pairing(s): Luke Evans/Josh Gad

Summary: Luke isn’t intimidated by a simple babysitting gig, okay? He really isn’t. He’s performed live in front of massive audiences on West End and seen his face on the big screen all around the world. Needless to say, he’s definitely not scared of some little girls. Especially not Josh Gad’s adorable little girls. Nope, not scared at all.


The front door is pretty average; tall and sturdy and probably a little expensive, but plain. Certainly nothing to be intimidated by. Except that Luke knows the man of his dreams is just behind that door. And with him, his beautiful wife and two daughters. God, he really should just turn around and feign some deadly illness because the whole situation is too absurd.

When Josh had asked him for a favor, Luke had foolishly agreed without knowing anything, jumping at any opportunity to please like an overeager puppy. He hadn’t realized that the favor would involve going just long enough without seeing Josh to make Luke really miss him and then sleeping over at Josh’s house with the two most important little people in his friend’s life. It was all a giant domestic tease that Luke wasn’t sure he could handle.

Luke never thought that he would be trying to get into Gaston’s headspace outside of shooting Beauty and the Beast (because really, who would willingly put themselves in that guy’s headspace for any other reason?), but he found himself taking out his phone and pulling up the camera app, trying to let courage show through his eyes on the screen as he channeled his character’s outrageous self-confidence.

“You are Luke Evans, and you are clever, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You are the perfect babysitter, and you have noth
ing to worry about.”

He cocked an eyebrow for effect, starting to feel even less self-assured at how silly he looked, when he heard the door unlatch. He immediately shoved his phone in his pocket and felt heat rising to his cheeks as the door swung open and he looked up into Josh’s amused eyes.

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Sanvers fic:

Title: Split-Seam
Pairing/Characters: Alex/Maggie, Kara
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:  3126 

Summary: Kara was off doing her heroic duty somewhere Alex couldn’t help her and that Alex was, predictably, a garbage fire of shot nerves and tequila cravings. A little domestic fluff, set between 2x10 and 2x11; Maggie looks after Alex while Kara is away on a mission, and begins to truly understand who the Danvers sisters are.


Maggie thought a lot (like, a lot) about what dating Alex might be like in the last few days before screwing up her courage and actually doing something about it.

None of the scenarios she’d lingered over – long lazy Sunday mornings and motorcycle rides through the city and late night take out and sex on the couch – had involved the possibility of waking up to Supergirl sitting on her floor unsuccessfully trying to yank her boots off, swearing in Kryptonese.

“Sorry!” She looks up at Maggie, and she looks young – really young, all of a sudden – windswept hair stuck in her face, brow furrowed, eyes bright, “didn’t mean to wake you! If I pull too hard I rip them in half so – ”

She goes back to tugging at her boots.

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Love Lingered On His Lips (Biadore) - Lemonade

AN: I’m sorry it’s been…close to a month since I last submitted something. My mental health and creative muse took a road trip to rock bottom and they didn’t come home until a few days ago lmao. Anyway I hope y’all enjoy this!! Italics = thoughts. (also i’m sorry my author notes are a mess this is the #realme) (also x2 to the anon who asked about my abc fic like two weeks ago i am planning on continuing it!!! i have some of it written (along w/ four other unfinished fics bc i am trash)  i don’t know when exactly i’ll get it out but i 100% want to finish it)

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A (sort of) fairytale // M // Magic //
The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house.

And I thought I had problems
// E // AU // Vers //

Stiles deals with nefarious soul-sucking witch spells, Scott’s inability to be a fully functioning adult, Danny’s incessant need to make everything about sex, and finding out that his mate is Derek Hale. Tuesdays suck.

John Hughes did not direct my life // E // AU //
Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.

Chasing the horizon
// E // AU //
Stiles nearly laughs and for a moment, he sits there trying to think of anything to say.
“It’s been a good year,” he croaks at long last.

Gravity’s got nothing on you
// E // AU // Vers //
“Three weeks,” Derek says.
“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.
“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested.

Call it a wild card
// T // AU //
“Are you done fanboying, or should I give you a few more minutes?” Erica asks, the smirk and her words clearly directed at Stiles, who’s still standing and gaping, but Derek can’t help but feel there’s a jibe at him hidden in there somewhere, too.

Reach out // E // AU //
In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…with the same person

Cupboard love
// G // AU //
He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

Keys and Christmas lights
// M // AU //
Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body.

Sense of home
// E //
Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

Living with lycanthropy
// E // AU //
Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.

Our lives are changing lanes
// E // AU //
There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.

And If I Die Before I Wake // E //
When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he’s going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.

Out of his league
// E // AU // Bottom!stiles
Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.

Why don’t you say so?
// T // AU
Talia Hale has a plan. Derek will go to the Winter Formal and he will ask the Stilinski boy to dance, and they will finally get their heads out of their asses and her son will stop moping around the house in his underwear..

// M // Crack
Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.

Spook: a ghostly love story in three parts
// T // AU
Derek is fifteen when he dies. He’s been fifteen for six years when he meets Stiles.
And then suddenly… suddenly things start looking up.

I do, do you?
// E
Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.

Navigating this space between us
// E
Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest.

Glossy double cover spread
// E
When Derek finds out exactly how Stiles has been able to afford the tuition for his fancy private college, he becomes a touch…obsessed.

The sweetest of words
// E //

Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.

Celebrity crush
// E // AU
Stiles wasn’t expecting to meet his favourite actor when Scott helped him land an internship on the set of Jackson’s new film, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Derek to fall in love with him. Not that Stiles was complaining.

Game on
// T // AU
Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by.

Daddy do’s
// G // AU //
Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.

Brilliant & ridiculous
// M
All Derek wanted was for the woman to leave him alone and ring up his groceries. How that led to her thinking Stiles is his boyfriend is something he blames on Stiles and his inability to stay out of trouble for five minutes.

No homo
// E // AU //
Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this:
3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat
- 1 best bro to end all best bros
= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”.
Derek is the fool who replies.

Alpha complex
// E // AU // PWP //
“Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him.

Finger bangin
// E // AU // PWP
Stiles starts bringing drumsticks to Pack gatherings, sitting himself on the edge of the group to tap out maddening rhythms on his knees as the werewolves train.

A road that’s built to last
// E // AU //
Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He’s always been told that it’s a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he’s still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he’s starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he’s made in a long time.

Fly a little faster
// T //
Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

But then what…
// E // AU
Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favour, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douche-canoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally.

All the wonders that remain
// E // AU // WIP
The one where Stiles is an average dude whose soulmate just happens to be movie star Derek Hale, and he only finds out after pictures of Derek’s soulmark - their soulmark -go viral.

Love is a force of nature
// E // AU // PWP
When Derek’s father sat him down for the sex talk when Derek was thirteen, he’d explained that werewolves felt things more intensely than humans when they found their mate.

Say hello to the brushfire
// E // AU
The night before Stiles turns eighteen, Derek Hale spills coffee on him. Things get weirder (and more awesome) from there.

I might be a fool
// E // AU
The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault.

With metal on our tongues 
// E // AU
Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult.

Come on, tear me apart
// E
“Why were you thinking about my tattoo, Stiles?” He asks, making Stiles swallow and lick his lips nervously, only to be more confused when Derek follows the movement with his eyes.

How to turn a bad boy into a fanboy
// T // AU
Stiles owns a comic books store and Laura’s son is a huge fan of Spiderman. It was only a matter of time before Derek stepped foot in there.

Not every tuesday
// E
// AU
Every Tuesday morning at ten, like clockwork, Derek Hale would come into Stiles’ shop and get his stubble trimmed. Every Tuesday at lunch, Lydia would tell him how jealous she was that she couldn’t make it to work before him, getting stuck with perms. Every Tuesday evening, Stiles rushed home and into the shower to get the hair off of him, and to rub one out thinking about jawline and beard burn on his thighs.

Muffins as a declaration of intent
// E

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.
“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”

What’s up Pinocchio?
// E // Crack
Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.

Accidentally in love
// M
// AU
Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.

Normal again
// T
// AU // Gif-fic
Stiles awakens in a psychiatric hospital. Is it another Alpha mind trick or have the last few years of Stiles life all been a dream created to deal with his mother’s death?

I wish I had a river
// T
// AU
Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

This Time With Feeling // E // AU
“Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

I Wanna Take a Ride On Your // E // PWP // Vers
Stiles is…endowed. Derek…likes it.

Biology Is Not Power // E // PWP
Biology is not related to power. That’s the first lesson everyone learns in their Sexuality and Humanity class in high school. Like, the very first thing. First words in the book and everything. 

- works I have some sort of sentiment :)

Perfect Perfidy

ANGST JUMIN X READER. I pantsed this story pls forgive my sad trash soul.

You hop out of the cab and walk into the large apartment building after paying the driver, for some reason when you had texted Driver Kim to come pick you up he had responded with a text saying he had orders from Mr.Han and could not pick you up. You were confused since Jumin knew you were visiting your parents’ house and needed a ride but you dismissed it and called a cab, deciding to ask Jumin what had happened while you were gone.

You got into the elevator and scanned the penthouse access card, jabbing the highest level with your thumb, in a hurry to go home and meet Jumin after a long day and share a peaceful glass of wine with your love. The elevator door dinged and opened, serving as the front door of your shared penthouse. Instead of normally announcing your arrival like you normally would, you decided to give him a ‘surprise’ instead. You smirked as you walked in quietly after slipping off your black pumps and placing your handbag on the kitchen counter and walked towards his home study only to find the light wasn’t switched on. You furrowed your brows and walked to the main bedroom, you heard a faint groan as you neared the door and … panting?

You sped up in fear that Jumin was in pain and hurt but a light blush covered your face when the thought of him … relieving himself, crossed your mind. You slowly opened the door and your heart sunk as your hand flew up to stop the gasp that was about the escape from your mouth, you stood there silently, as if you were waiting for the scene before you to just disappear, hoping it was just a trick of your eyes but deep down you knew it was real and that you were torturing yourself as you watched, your soulmate, your lover, your husband, Jumin with another woman in the bed you two had previously shared together.

Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes, you let out a choked sob on accident when you saw her roll her head back in bliss, the bliss that Jumin was giving her. They both snapped their heads toward you once you had made your presence known.

“Juju, who is she?” the woman under Jumin asked, however, her question was answered with silence.

You stared at Jumin and he stared back, however it was hard to specify his expression because of your crying which blurred everything out so you angrily wiped at your eyes with your sleeves and tried to calm yourself down before looking at him again. He looked shocked and guilty, his mouth hanging open and completely unaware that the girl he was screwing crawled out and was redressing herself, you let out a shaky sigh and closed the door and ran out of their like your life was on the line, because you knew, if he called you, you would break.

You paused for a moment as you looked at the ring on your finger, you scoffed and painfully yanked it off your finger and slammed it down on the kitchen counter, grabbing your handbag and slipping your shoes back on and running into the elevator without a second thought as to where you would go or how you would get there, you jabbed your thumb on the carpark button and watched as the doors closed just as you heard him scream your name.

As soon as the doors closed your legs felt like jelly but you didn’t let yourself collapse, you brought out your phone and texted Zen.

I’m coming over, sorry”

Instead of waiting for a reply you switched your phone off and tossed it in your bag, you didn’t want Seven tracking you and you didn’t want to be reminded of Jumin if he called or texted you. You knew you couldn’t go to your mothers as you had just visited and assured her everything was fine, you didn’t know where Seven lived, Jaehee was already stressed as is and Yoosung is still in college, much too young to worry about things like this. Besides Zen was a close friend and you trusted him with your life.

When the doors opened to the carpark you spotted Driver Kim and ran over to him banging harshly against his window, he jumped in fright but when he realised it was just you, he rolled the window down.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what Jumin ordered you to do, I need you to take me Zen’s apartment, now”

Driver Kim nodded and started up the car as you hopped in, grateful he ignored however kind of mess you looked like right now. As you sat there in silence you allowed yourself to cry after sliding the partition up, you wished you could forget what happened, what you saw, but your life revolved around him,  even this flaming car smelt like him.

Your throat seized up as you cried only allowing a loud gasp to pass through once in a while as your lungs burned for air, your eyes swollen from irritation of you repeatedly wiping them and your legs and fingers quivering the entire duration of the ride.

You were a mess.

You felt the car come to a halt and lowered to partition.

“Thank you for the ride and please, I beg you, do not under any circumstances, tell that fucker Jumin where I am" 

With that, you waved Driver Kim goodbye and stepped out of the car before watching him drive off. You turned around to walk into the building but you were already greeted with a soft hug with who you guessed was Zen. His tight embrace triggered your break down and you leaned against him, melting into his arms and nuzzling your face into his chest to muffle your cries. He stroked your hair silently as he rests his chin on top of your head for a couple of minutes before pulling away to look at you, you really wish he hadn’t.

"We should go inside babe, you can tell me all about it tomorrow ok? Did you eat?”

You nodded your head when in fact you haven’t eaten dinner yet, you had lunch at mums and left hers around 5 because you wanted to eat dinner with Jumin but you didn’t really feel hungry. As Zen led you inside, punching in the passcode for his door, you checked your wrist watch, it was almost 7 and you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and sleep.

You and Zen walked in and you were engulfed with warmth, his home smelt like Zen’s cologne, which wasn’t a surprise since he was the only one who lived here. You slipped your shoes off as Zen walked off and you put your bag down as he came back with a towel and a pile of clothes.

“You can borrow my clothes for now and the shower is just down the hall, I’ll sleep on the couch too” Zen instructed, you thanked him and walked into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror as you stripped down, putting your hair up into a bun and stepped into the shower. 

It felt weird to use another man’s body wash but you were too tired to care. You tried to wash away your painful feelings as much as you could until you noticed your pruned fingers, you shut off the water and dried yourself off, accidentally looking in the mirror, it was still slightly foggy but that couldn’t hide your swollen eyes and tired face, despite feeling fresh after a long shower. You sighed and put the clothes on, ditching the track pants because they were too big and Zen’s shirt was practically a dress which hid his soft boxers that you wore underneath.

You walked out of the bathroom as you took you hair out of its up-do and spotted Zen sitting on the couch drinking a can of beer and reading what looked like a script. A thought crossed your mind as you looked at his beer and are reminded of the clenching pain in your chest and anxious feeling in your stomach, you wanted to know what it felt like to drink your feelings away, find out if you really can forget the pain of today.

Zen had noticed your gaze on his drink as you were standing there for some time, at first when he saw you he had blushed, struggling to keep the beast at bay, but when he saw your face his own expressed one of concern. He got up and walked to the fridge grabbing a can of beer and handing it to you.

“Here have one, you’ll feel more at ease”

You grabbed the can after nodding your head in thanks and took a big gulp, the alcohol burned your throat but you liked it this time around, last time you had alcohol was with Jumin and you were drunk and reckless after three glasses of wine, after that fiasco he had banned you from any alcoholic beverages.

You sat down on the couch silently staring into nothing as Zen read his script, his company more comforting than small talk. The more you drank and the more you sat there in silence your mind began to wander, depressing thoughts filled your head as you tried to think of possible reasons why Jumin would do that to you, you knew that you were just a commoner and he was from a world of elites, the two of you were never meant to be, but you couldn’t figure out where you went wrong or when he started showing signs of malcontent.

You sighed as one drink turned into three and three turned into five, you were too tired to cry over this anymore, your eyes were sore and your throat felt scratchy and the alcohol wasn’t helping. You looked over at Zen as he read his script sometimes mouthing the words, his brows were scrunched up in concentration trying to memorise each word, you leant back as you watched him, he was a refreshing sight for you since he wasn’t an elite, you smiled as you felt your senses dim and the feeling of sleep cloak over you.

Zen checked the time on his phone ignoring all the calls and texts he had gotten from the RFA, it was nearing midnight. He looked over at you and found you asleep with your mouth hanging slightly open and smirked as an idea came to him, he opened the camera app on his phone and snapped a couple photos of you laughing as he did, as soon as he was done he picked you up and plopped you onto the bed.

“Jumin? Your hair looks kinda white”

Zen flicked his eyes back to you in surprise, you had grabbed his hand while half asleep thinking he was Jumin and pulled him into the bed with you.

“Can you sleep with me Jumin? You’re warm and I feel cold” you muttered.

Zens heart ached as you said his name again and sighed in frustration as he let you snuggle up to him, clinging to him like a koala would do to a tree. How did Mista trust find kid he manage to steal you away from him even in your sleep, his bed and his house? He scoffed before looking down at you, your face looked peaceful as you slept on his chest, a stark contrast from a couple hours earlier.

He turned on his side and draped an arm around your waist pulling you close, he knew this wasn’t the right thing to do when you were at your worst, it was obvious something major had happened, but he was going to ask you about it tomorrow and to his defence, you had confused him for Jumin, yanked him into the bed and clung to him like a lost child. Just this once he wanted to hold you close while he had the chance. 

He fell asleep holding you close, trying to shield you away from the horrors of the world even in his sleep.

Find part 2 here, part 3 here, part 4 here!

First Kiss: Yuta


Anon: First kiss with yuta and first make out session with taeiiiiiil 😊

Okay so I’m changing to do bullet points instead of a scenario! There are way too many members and I cant think of like 17 different ways to have a first kiss lol I mean I haven’t even had my first kiss so I’m just making this shit up lmaooooo 

If you do want a scenario though, please send it in and I will do it, otherwise I’ll just do them bullet-ed like this! Sorry again!

this is such a beautiful gif oh my fucking lord i feel like yuta is slowly pulling me back into his lane ohno

Originally posted by taetohan

  • Would be with someone he’s known for a short while
  • Like a  month
  • I don’t see him as a type to slowly fall in love with someone
  • Like he wouldn’t fall in love with his best friend
  • When he meets someone, he’d know if he likes you romantically or not
  • Just like love at first sight
  • He’d also treat them like a GF or BF too
  • Always complimenting them
  • Teasing them
  • Playing with their hair
  • Or linking arms with them
  • Okay so what actually happens?
  • You’re at the dorms
  • Just you and Yuta because the rest of the boys are rehearsing
  • But lately Yuta’s been working way too hard, overworking himself to the max
  • Up until the point, where he fainted whilst dancing
  • Ofc none of the boys knew what to do
  • SM advised Yuta to go back to the dorms to rest and refused to let any of other boys go with him
  • So they called up you, knowing you were close to him
  • Your heart shattered when you turned up at the dorms
  • When he opened the door, he was like a different person
  • His skin was a ghostly white colour
  • His hair was also disheveled and messy
  • His lips were dry and pale
  • Head dropped and a crooked back
  • It looked like he was going to fall down and faint once again
  • You quickly wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back into his bed
  • Yuta had been sick a couple of times whilst yo were there
  • You weren’t disgusted by it like any other person
  • You really felt sorry for him, you just wanted him to be happy again
  • You cooked for him
  • Even cleaned the dorms whilst he was sleeping
  • Just because you had nothing to do
  • And also because you knew the boys and Yuta work so hard and you wanted to make life easier for them
  • You brought loads of snacks for him too
  • Like cupcakes, and coca cola, and crisps, and chocolate
  • All of which he ate before he had a nap
  • When he woke up, it was like nothing was wrong in the first place
  • He showered and sorted himself
  • Whilst you went out and bought him take out
  • His heart fluttered when he saw how you cleaned for him
  • “She’s an angel”
  • When you returned, he looked awesome
  • back to his usual, cocky self
  • Smirking for some peculiar reason too
  • He was very handsy too
  • When he were eating, he made sure to sit veryyyy close to you so your thighs were touching
  • You were nervous as hell, but didn’t show it
  • You were used to him being like that
  • He put an arm around you too when you were just chatting
  • VEry very casual for now lol
  • When you started to get up to tidy up, he’d cling onto your arm like a koala bear
  • “Noooooooo, Y/N” he’d whine
  • “Yuta, what the hell? Get off, you idiot” you giggled
  • For like a minute you were trying to get away whilst he was pulling you back
  • Eventually, he pulled you back so hard you fell back onto the sofa, lying on your back
  • Yuta leaned over you, his face so close to yours that his hair fell into your face
  • You reached forward, tucking the hair back, running your fingers through his hair, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach
  • Yuta looked at you, smiling lightly, his eyes full of adoration for you
  • For some reason, you were suddenly filled with confidence
  • Leaning up to peck him on the lips
  • You had no idea why you did that
  • But you did
  • I mean you liked him and this was the perfect place to do it and if you had a sudden surge of confidence, wouldn’t you too?
  • He looked at you stunned
  • SLightly touching his lips with his hand as his other arm propped him up above you
  • He smiled again, not all peeved that you were the one who kissed him first
  • Pressing his lips against yours again briefly, he pulls back to look at you 
  • Just to see your reaction
  • You reacted in the same way as he did
  • Eyes slightly wide and touching your lips in surprise
  • He leaned back in again, moving his lips slowly against yours
  • His lips were warm and smooth
  • He probably smelt fantastic too like hello this is yuta who is never not perfect
  • Wasn’t too much kissing
  • Probably both smiling way too much
  • A lot f pecks afterwards
  • Basically, not really kissing literally
  • Yuta would ask you out there and then
  • Very bluntly too lol
  • “Date? Tomorrow?” between pecks
  • So yes
  • I would like it if someone kissed me like this tbh
  • Whoever dates him, however he kisses, they are lucky man

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