your shoulders hold up the world

Little Moments to Imagine Your OTP in

•Late night shopping trips in nearly abandoned stores to buy ridiculous things
•Flopping down on their hotel bed after a long day of traveling
•Laying in the grass while watching the clouds slowly drift by
•Sitting on the roof on a starry night while sharing a bottle of liquor and venting about their life problems
•Drawing loving designs on each other’s hands
•Holding hands and staring out as the world ends
•Walking home after it rains and jumping in every puddle they see
•Chewing bubblegum and having competitions to see who can blow the biggest bubble
•Climbing into trees and sitting up there together as they talk about random things
•Staring out the window of a coffee shop as it snows and sipping their drinks as they forget about all of their worries
•Person A lightly kissing Person B’s forehead as B falls asleep on A’s shoulder

5 Ways To Say I Love You || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff


It was the first week you had been dating Namjoon and you were enjoying it. He had asked you out a week prior and it was one of the happiest moments of your entire life. Without a second thought you had happily agreed, saying you wouldn’t want anything else, and you had never seen a bigger smile on his face then in that moment.

Namjoon had asked you if you wanted to spend the say with him and you had agreed, the idea of spending time with your new boyfriend sounding more entertaining than anything else you had planned for the day. So there you were, walking along the river side, the sun having just set in the distance and darkness surrounding you and Namjoon.

The stars were making an appearance in the sky and you couldn’t help it as you let a small yawn, stretching your arms up and into the air. You swore if you had stood on your tip toes you would have been able to grab a cloud and feel the fluff against your finger tips. It was a beautiful sight as the stars glinted off the water and reflected back into your eyes, and you listened gently as Namjoon continued to talk about something that happened to him a couple of days ago.

It was one of the most peaceful moments you had ever experienced, being here with somebody you cared so much about and being able to spend time together. You took a deep breath, turning to look at Namjoon and smiling as you nodded along to what he was saying. As the two of you continued walking, you found yourself getting more and more drowsy, the day finally catching up with you.

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cafecliche  asked:

How about some soft hugging headcanons for Viktuuri ❤️

of course, of course we can never have enough of those ❤️

- Viktor is basically the human equivalent of a large breed who thinks they’re a lap dog. If Yuuri is sitting down and his lap is not occupied, it is obviously because Viktor is meant to be there, snuggled up against his chest with his head tucked in the crook of Yuuri’s neck. He’s fought Makkachin for lap privileges more than once. He is not proud. Yuuri once saw an ad for cat hoodies and briefly wondered if he could commission someone to make him one with a husband-sized pouch.

- Yuuri likes hugs for silent confirmation after a bad practice or when anxiety mind is doing its bidding. He doesn’t prefer words in those moments—he knows it’ll all be fine and others telling him so is both unhelpful and mildly condescending—but there is something grounding about Viktor’s arms wrapped around his back and the feeling of his heartbeat against his chest as a reminder that Viktor’s here and he’s not going anywhere and they can overcome it together.

- Viktor’s favorite hug position: laying on the couch with his arms wrapped around Yuuri’s waist and his face pressed into Yuuri’s soft, warm stomach

- Yuuri’s favorite hug position: straddling Viktor’s lap with his head turned into Viktor’s neck

- Yuuri is breathtakingly beautiful at any weight, but Viktor especially enjoys his off-season figure when he’s softer around the edges and his body perfectly melds into Viktor’s when he stops mid skincare routine to pull Yuuri’s warm, freshly showered (not yet dried off) body into his

- Yuuri and Viktor have a nightly ritual of spicing up their post-dinner clean-up with cheesy 80s love songs and even cheesier dancing. It inevitably devolves into one long, swaying hug that makes Yuuri’s affection bubble past the dimensions of his body—a condition that can only be remedied by tightening his arms around Viktor’s waist and lifting him from the floor for as high and long as he can manage.

Viktor is no longer surprised by this maneuver but he squeals and giggles with delight like it’s the first time, every time.

-When Viktor and Yuuri are retired from competitive skating they end up working in the same rink. They are responsible adults and are good at staying on task, but every once in awhile they have to attend “important phone calls” which…is completely just subterfuge for their quick, revitalizing hug sessions. Everyone knows what they’re doing, but Yuuri and Viktor are resident relationship goals and still so obviously in love after ten years of marriage so no one has the heart to call them out for it.

- Viktor and Yuuri take the concept of hugging it out very seriously. Communication is essential to a healthy relationship, but sometimes words are an obstruction to understanding. They’ve hashed things out enough to know that it bugs Yuuri when Viktor walks through the apartment with his shoes on or that it irritates Viktor when Yuuri won’t make up his mind about what he wants for dinner. Those aren’t arguments worth having, but a silent hug communicates everything they already know but sometimes forget in the heat of anger: ‘I’m on your side. I’m here for you. I love you more than you could even fathom, even if you turn down all of my dinner suggestions without ever offering one of your own.’

- “What’s the world record for longest hug?” Viktor’s words are muffled by his face smushed against Yuuri’s chest.

“Uh—” Yuuri pulls his phone out of his back pocket and holds it up behind Viktor’s back—"26 hours.“

“We can beat that.”

Yuuri leans his head back on Viktor’s shoulder. “Easy.”

| Properly | Sebastian Michaelis

Prompt: “Then do it properly.”


You whisper-shouted as you walked through the Phantomhive estate. Your footsteps echoed in the hallway, resonating loudly through the still air. There was a candle lit in your hand, dripping steadily onto the saucer beneath it, flickering onto your face and casting shadows that made you jump at everything.

“Oh come on…” You whispered. “Where are you?”

Sebastian Michaelis, a.k.a extremely capable butler that you swear isn’t human, had told you to stay up a bit after everyone went to bed. It was “something the young master wanted you two to do” apparently.

Ciel could be a real pain in your butt sometimes.

“I could be in my nice, warm bed right now but no,” You muttered irritably, holding the cloth around your shoulders closer to your shivering form. It was dark, and besides the faint pounding of rain upon the earth outside, deadly silent.

It felt odd being up at this time. No crashing of plates by Mey-rin and her loud apologies. No explosions being caused by Bard, no childish wailing from Finnian or chuckles from the old man.

It was just….quiet.

It made you realize just how lonely these empty halls were.

You bit your lip, eyebrows furrowing. Where in the world was Sebastian? You’d checked every room in the establishment - except the young master’s of course - and you hadn’t found not a glimpse of raven hair. This was really not the time for any of his games.

A groan left your lips. You’d checked literally everywhere-

You paused.

Change that thought. Almost everywhere.

You headed towards your knew destination, turning the corner into the one room you had forgotten. The kitchen. Tiptoeing inside, you let out a puff when you finally caught sight of your target, his figure seated in one of the chairs by a table.

“Seba-” You started before cutting yourself off. At first you thought he hadn’t seen you (which you really shouldn’t have considered by how impossible he was) but now that you were closer you saw that he was sleeping.

Did he fall asleep…waiting on me? You thought, eyes widening. The mess of papers on the table caught your attention and your tongue clicked against your teeth in annoyance.

“Really?” You muttered, placing the candle down a bit away from the papers. With as much grace as you had, you shuffled them together and began arranging them in a more orderly fashion. Glancing over them, you saw that information regarding the case Ciel was solving was written, stamped, collectively almost splattered across every page. This must’ve been what he wanted you and Sebastian to discuss.

“Why didn’t he just do it?” You muttered but then shook your head out of it. Did you really just think that about the young master? Jeez, you needed to keep a leash on that temper.

At what time you had finally finished the job you weren’t quite sure, but the candle had been reduced to half it’s size so it must have been a good while.

“I got lost in categorizing them,” You mused. You had lost track of time even. “Well, guess I’m done here.”

You lifted your head, turning to look at the butler once more.

And you forgot how to breathe.

While fixing the stack, you had been progressively moving down the table, and closer to Sebastian on the way. Now your face was dangerously close to his.

You felt your cheeks heating up as you bit your lip again. He was asleep right? So he wouldn’t mind if you did some looking…

You almost slapped yourself at the naughty thoughts but couldn’t resist raking your eyes across his features.

His eyes were closed, dark, long eyelashes brushing onto the flawless porcelain skin of his cheeks. He had one fist loosely below his cheek, elbow bent onto the table as his face rested on his hand. He must have fallen asleep sitting upright, because that’s how he was seated right then and there.

You felt your heart pick up the pace a bit as you moved closer.

It suddenly struck you that you’d never seen Sebastian sleep before. Ever.

You’d seen all the others at times, maybe naps, definitely Ciel sleeping when you alternated with Sebastian to wake him up.

But never Sebastian.

He looked…different in his sleep.

(He was sleeping….right?)

You’d never seen him like this. You’d only ever seen his punishing glare when scolding you all when you didn’t do your jobs right. Or his comical composed, angry expression. At other moments, he would have a completely nonchalant mask, not letting anyone see what he was thinking. Even rarer were the smirks he would give when either something went his way, he was being a show off, or if something amused him.

But at the current moment, his face was completely relaxed into a…he was….

“Peaceful,” you finally found the word. He looked peaceful.

You found yourself creeping even closer until your face was just above his. Your eyes switched from admiring his handsome features to trail down to his lips. You absentmindedly licked your own lips.

Would it be wrong? He would never know….

At that thought the urge to kiss him became overbearing and you let your lips hover over his till you could feel the invisible pressure between them. You shut your eyes, flesh barely brushing against his-

You opened them.

“I can’t,” You whispered so quietly it was really a breath, half telling yourself off, half needing to hear it so that you’d stop.

You backed away, sighing. You gave one last look at the tormentor of your emotions before fully lifting your head.

And a hand enclosed around your wrist.

You jerked, heart leaping into your throat as your eyes snapped to Sebastian.


Blood red orbs captured your every thought. His invigorating eyes were now open and were staring deep into you, as if he could see through to your very soul. You felt your mouth go dry.

He wasn’t speaking but he didn’t even need to. His eyes spoke for themselves, smouldering and bright in the candle light, shadows flickering across his face. He tilted his head slowly while observing you, as if you were a panicking animal that was intriguing him.

Then again, you were indeed shaking.

“S-Sebastian,” You finally managed to say. The curiousity in his gaze increased, almost crushing you. When it was clear you weren’t going to say much else, face aflame, mouth flapping, he shifted.

And chuckled.

The deep sound rolled off his tongue, vibrating intensely within you, setting your nerves on fire.

“Miss Y/N…” The words rumbled through his chest to and the air, trapping you in that close eyed smile of his. His tone was as polite and deep as ever, something about his voice entrancing whoever heard it -  charismatic, tempting. Something that purposefully lured them in.

Almost sinful.

You couldn’t even respond. You fought against your body, wanting to say something, anything. What kind of damsel in distress were you being at the moment?!

“S-Sebastian, if you could please let me go,” You started, almost convincingly if not for your stutter. You tried to steady yourself, both you and he knowing you were trying to get away from the topic. “We need to get to the work the young master aske-”

“Y/N…” He repeated and a warm rush flooded your stomach. Without the respectful title at the front, without the ‘Miss’ that was required with women in these days it sounded weird. Closer. Scandalous.

And you loved it.

His thumb stroked the underneath of your wrist slowly, as if calming a cat. Your whole body shuddered at the contact quite obviously.

You swore you saw a flash of pink in his eyes at your shiver.

The crimson eyes narrowed teasingly as he lifted your hand to brush along the lips you had been almost about to claim as yours mere moments ago. You basically exploded.

“Sebastian!” You screeched, shushing yourself for the sake of the sleeping individuals in the house. “W-what a-are y-you-”

“If you’re going to kiss me,” He continued as if you’d never spoken. You felt your heart knocking against your ribcage in utter embarrassment. You shut your eyes from his amused glare, too humiliated to witness it anymore.

The cold and smooth touch of his glove interrupted you from your inner monologue of how you were going to die. It glided along your cheek before his fingers pressed behind your neck, cupping. Your eyes shot open in surprise.

A smirk lifted his lips, tufts of black hair brushing into his luminescent orbs as his fingers traced some kind of symbol on your neck - something intricate, claiming you as his.

Then do it properly.

A fluid movement and his mouth covered yours.


“How on Earth can one man be so perfect?” Anxiety whispered between kisses.

“You’re just saying that.”

The royal ran a hand along Anxiety’s side and felt a frown tug his lips.

“If you aren’t beautiful, than I’m a rotten boyfriend.”


“Roman,” Anxiety leaned up from where he was tracing his lips over the others tummy and whispered in his ear, “You are the most gorgeous, handsome-most radiant man I’ve ever known.”

“I can’t imagine how I would survive,” He traced his lips down the royals neck and kissed gently at his shoulder, “without you.”

One hand rested on Prince’s hip, holding him in place, while the other gently traced over his body.

“Your beautiful tummy, that is perfectly kissable,” He leaned down and did just that, “ your wonderful arms which are perfect for hugs,” he kissed there too, “your beautiful thighs, which-”


The darker man smirked.

“Your hands, that are always there to help and protect,” He picked up Princes hands and kissed the palms of both.

“Your eyes, that are deeper than an ocean, and shine brighter than all the jewels of the world,” He placed gentle kisses over Prince’s closed eyelids.

“The way you crinkle your nose, right before you sneeze,” He kissed his nose.

“The way you fidget with your fingers when you get nervous,” He kissed each of his individual fingers.

“The way you laugh, loud and unabashed, and free-”

“I though I was obnoxious?”

“Oh, you are,” Anxiety grinned at the other, “But I love you anyways.”

“I love your smile,” Ann’s voice was now barely a whisper, and he was leaning down so his lips were a breath away from Prince’s, “because it was your smile that first caught my attention. The beauty, the happiness, the excitement- the wonder of being something I thought I couldn’t be. It showed me a world I wouldn’t let myself be a part of.”

Prince had tears pricking his eyes, and Anxiety delicately kissed them away.

“You are the most radiantly beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, wonderfully sweet, caringly kind, loving, obnoxious, talented, magnificent man I’ve ever had the pleasure of falling in love with. And everything about you that I’ve fallen for over and over again is what has saved me, and its you. You in all your beautifully, wonderful, extraordinary-”

“Anxiety-” Prince’s voice cracked.

“-Stunning self, that has done this.”

He finally placed a gentle, soft, adoring kiss to Prince’s lips, feeling the other trembling beneath him.

Prince’s arms encircled Anxiety’s waist, and he buried his face in Anxiety’s shoulder, crying softly against the other.

“Thank you, Prince. Thank you, for bringing love to my life.”

Sweet Tears Pt.4

Jungkook x Reader {Cat Hybrid Au!} (a)(f)(eventual smut)

Warnings: Mature themes, Violence, Blood, Hinting at Abuse

Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change ones whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her.

Wordcount: 7k+

**Okay, this wasn’t at all how this chapter was supposed to be, but~ it’s how it is now. Anywhoo~ I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please~ tell me how you guys feel about it.



Previously: Once at the apartment, you opened the trunk and back seat, grabbing as many bags as you could. Suddenly, you found it hard to carry what you had taken, your grip starting to loosen. Looking at Jungkook, you saw him having a hard time, struggling to keep everything in his hands.. Walking into the hallway, you felt everything slipping. You were sure you were going to drop the items, Jungkook unable to do anything with his hands full as well. Bracing yourself for the crash of everything you closed your eyes, waiting to hear it all fall. After you waited for a second, nothing  happened. Slowly you opened your eyes, shocked to see who had save everything from the ground.

The leopard hybrid and girl from earlier this morning

Your eyes locked with the leopards, not breaking away even for a second. You got lost in their color; various shades of blue and grey, resembling that of the icy world his hybrid genes came from. As you looked into them, they didn’t hold the same anger they had in the mall, instead they looked soft, almost gentle as he looked you over.

He gazed into your eyes, just as curious about you as you were about him. You reminded him of his owner, not holding the same entitled stare that other hybrid owners held. You seemed smart, someone with a lot of knowledge in their head, yet there was a hint of ignorance hidden within too. For a second, that’s all that you both did, analyzing each other from what you could see.

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“It’s them, but it’s not them !” 2/2 -Bruce Wayne x Reader

@m-fairbank also asked the same thing, things happening on Batmom’s point of you, and also some of the batboys…and I kinda planned something like that anyway. So here’s a sequel for “It’s her but it’s not her”, and I hope you’ll like it (and hope the “mixed feelings” were still good ones ;-)) AGAIN felt like I could write something better, might re-write everything…I rushed a bit writing it cause I’m in L.A but I also wanted to write something and…I guess it’s this kind of time eh. 

Summary : Batman and his kids accidentally got send in an alternate dimension, and Batmom has the displeasure of realizing that her Bruce from this other world is…not hers at all. 

(My masterlist blog here :

PART 1 !


When your husband and kids came home with Diana and Clark, you didn’t think too much of it. It wasn’t unusual for your friends to come over to the bat cave and work, or even just chill. 

But when you went to kiss Bruce, and you felt him stiffen under your touch. When he didn’t kiss back, and even moved away, his head moving back and forth between you and Clark, stunned. When your sons stared at you with wide eyes and open mouthes…you realized something was wrong. 

-Wh…what is it ? 

Bruce didn’t say anything, he found he couldn’t say anything. The Hell just happened ? Clark’s wife just kissed him ! And…What was she doing in the bat cave anyway, at this hour ? 

Under your husband’s gaze, you felt uncomfortable for the first time in your life. Usually, he had the opposite effect on you, you were always so relaxed around him. Even during charity balls or such obligations you had as Waynes, when your introverted self felt awful, his mere presence calmed you down and helped you get threw the night. 

But right now, the way he was looking at you made you shiver. You didn’t recognize his usual look…In his eyes right now, there were no love, no relief to see you well and alive, no joy, no slight impatience to finally get to bed with you. Instead, there was confusion, embarrassment, and a slight touch of curiosity maybe ? 

And your children…None of them rushed to hug you first, or to tell you who’s ass they kicked this time. 

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. 

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A Fond Farewell

Originally posted by as-strong-as-the-seas-are-stormy

I see you’re leaving me and taking up with the enemy
The cold comfort of the in between
A little less than a human being”

                                       Elliott Smith – A Fond Farewell

Something changed in Dean the day you met Lucifer. The shift was almost imperceptible, the subtle gleam of sadness in his eyes when he looked at you, the way he stared when he thought you weren’t looking, as if trying to memorize tiny aspects of you that he worried he was already forgetting. Anyone who didn’t know Dean intimately wouldn’t have caught the signs, but you did, and you suspected Sam did as well, though the two of you never spoke of it.

You’d joined the boys on a hunt, despite their protests at how you were far too calm about the idea of coming face to face with Lucifer. While you should have been terrified beyond measure, the mere thought of him oddly possessed a calming quality to it, one that had you far too curious to leave unexplored. The moment your eyes fell upon him, his tattered wings hanging around his frame, glowing like the vestiges of a fire about to burn out, you wept. You crumpled to your knees, staring at him with an ache in your heart that you couldn’t explain. Everyone around you was too stunned to react, though Lucifer was perhaps the most perplexed of all. He watched you, faint traces of sadness, surprise, anger, and curiosity flexed over his face before he vanished, leaving you to deal with the Winchesters onslaught of questions as they had to drag you back out to the car.

Trying to explain yourself after that was next to impossible. The day after the incident, Dean was withdrawn, quieter than normal and when Sam remarked his surprise at his brother’s supposed lack of care towards your reaction, he seemed to piece together that something was amiss. You dodged Sam’s questions, not understanding the reaction yourself, but as the days passed, it all started to come together.

Now here you were again with Sam and Dean, only now Lucifer was at your guard, standing behind you and ready to intercede should he feel the need to. You’d previously heard little of angels and their soulmates, but now that you knew the full power of what that entailed, you knew that you had little choice in the matter. Even if you did, this was unequivocally the choice you would have made.

Dean had put on a brave face, but it was faltering quickly, the cracks in his rough exterior letting his emotions trickle out in a sorrowful stream. You hurt him, and though it wasn’t intended, you knew where you needed to be, and that was beside Lucifer.

“You take care of yourself, alright?” Dean said gruffly, trying to smile through the torment he was putting himself through. You knew Dean blamed himself, blamed himself for bringing you before the Devil in the first place, only to ultimately lose you to him.

You nodded, searching his gaze for something, anything you could possibly say to ease the pain you were putting him through, but there was nothing.

“I’ll be okay, Dean” you reassured, wishing you could reach out and touch him, but thought better of it.

Thoughts danced behind his eyes, a look that told you he had something to say but didn’t want to. You knew what it was and you nodded, urging him to speak the words that perhaps hurt him the most as you bit back the sob in your throat.

“You be good” he said, and though the phrase may have sounded innocent and caring, with his half smile and saddened eyes, you knew the meaning behind it.

Dean was a hunter, one dedicated to his job and if that meant saving the world from any threat, he was up for it. With you at Lucifer’s side, you might be that threat. Lucifer’s hand rested on your shoulder and you smiled warily at Dean. Your will broke and you pulled him into a hug, feeling Lucifer stiffen slightly behind you. Dean’s arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing you as if you satisfy the fact that he would likely never get the chance to hold you again.

“You hurt her, in any way, and I’ll come for you. I’ll fucking kill you” he said over your shoulder to Lucifer, his jaw tensing as rage began to prickle through him.

Lucifer huffed a short, humorless laugh as you released Dean, stepping back and away from him as your fingers found Lucifer’s and laced through them.

You’d wanted to tell him that you hoped to see him around, but in reality, if you did, it was likely not going to be on good terms, so instead you kept quiet, silently promising that you would be okay and everything was fine.

“Goodbye, Dean” was the only words that came to you, tears dripping from your eyes, hating yourself for hurting him.

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Andrew is at least one child's favourite athlete (Andrew and Kids Part Two)


 A young girl with leukemia, Coach Kinzie tells Andrew sombrely, wants to meet her favourite sports star. For a brief moment, Andrew assumes she’s talking about Kevin, or maybe Neil, or really any of the other players on the Olympic-gold-winning team, but a second later he realises Kinzie is looking at him expectantly, itinerary in hand. Andrew doesn’t agree outright but when he leaves, he takes the itinerary with him. He thinks it’s more than the Coach expected. 

 "What did Kinzie want?“ asks Neil later, glancing up from his phone as Andrew walks through the door of their apartment, trying to shake off a damp autumn leaf that has adhered itself to the toe of his shoe. 

 He gives up, kicking his shoes aside aggressively before handing the Make-A-Wish itinerary to Neil, who scans it and passes it back with a smile. "Well, you’re no Disney World.”

 Andrew gives him a flat look. Neil hadn’t even known what Disney World was until a couple of years ago, when Matt and Dan had organised a Foxes reunion there for their twins’ fifth birthday. 

 "I think I’m a bit old now to really appreciate all the things I missed out on as a child,“ Neil had told Andrew when they got back. "But I wouldn’t mind going back one day. It was fun, I guess." 

 Andrew had hummed noncommittally as he closed the window in which he’d been researching US adoption law on his laptop and deleted the search from his history. 

 "Kidding,” says Neil now, standing and holding his hand a centimetre from Andrew’s. “Disney World is a wasted wish, apparently. You’re the best goalkeeper in the league, Andrew. I’m not surprised you’re some kids’ idol.”

 "One kid,“ grumbles Andrew, clasping Neil’s hand briefly before retreating to the kitchen to feed the cats. Neil won’t have remembered. "And I’m questioning her taste in athletes." 

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The RFA + V + Saeran comforting insecure, chubby!MC

this is inspired by the douchebag that told me on the bus station today that i “would’ve been hot if i was skinny, but big boobs and ass don’t matter when you’re fat”, such a nice thing to say to a stranger!!1! :)) so here you go, here’s all my insecurities bc i needed to rant


  • He thought you were really pretty! And you were great to cuddle with!
  • Would probably blush every time you hugged because your boobs were pressing against him he loved it 
  • The cutest thing ever was when you wore oversized clothes because you looked so tiny, making him feel big and manly
  • He lowkey really wanted you to steal his clothes, as that would confirm you were his possessive Yoosung is my favorite Yoosung, but you never did
  • A few weeks after you started dating, you went out stargazing
  • Because he had his arm around you, he could feel you start to shiver in the cold night air
  • “Baby girl, are you cold? Do you wanna borrow my hoodie?”
  • You wanted to say yes, but knew it wouldn’t really fit you as Yoosung was a lot smaller than you, so you declined
  • “Are you sure? I don’t want you to get sick”
  • You cuddled closer to him, burried your face into his chest and mumbled that it wouldn’t fit anyways, so he would just have to heat you up
  • He looked at you confused before he realized that you were calling yourself too fat for his clothes, when he held you even tighter
  • “You know I love you, right? I really don’t mind how you look, I-I honestly think you’re really really attractive, and I want you to feel comfortable…”
  • To prove his point, he gave your butt a light squeeze, blushed and kissed you
  • After that, he bought lots of big hoodies you could steal from him!


  • Zen had an extra long rehersal, and you had accidently fallen asleep while you watched tv and waited for him to come home
  • When he saw you sprawled out on the couch, he smiled because of how cute you were
  • Wanting cuddles and trying to avoid that you slept in a weird position and locked a joint, he kissed your forehead and scooped you up in his arms to carry you to bed
  • You woke up and instantly panicked, never having been picked up like that before
  • “No Zenny, put me down! I’m too heavy, you’re gonna drop me!”
  • He put you down in the hallway, confused because no one had ever complained when he had picked them up
  • “Do you really think I would drop my princess? I’m more than strong enough to carry you, it’s not like I’ve never picked you up before! You’re really not that heavy anyways”
  • When you didn’t seem to believe him, he put his hands on your hips and pulled you close 
  • “Want me to prove to you how perfect I think you are, hm? I would gladly show you, you know”


  • You already knew that she was skinny because she never had the time to eat enough, but it was unfair that she still looked amazing while you looked like a potato
  • When the two of you opened the café she was always the ones to make the pastries while you took care of the counter, as you didn’t want to get tempted, “taste” the sweet treats and gain more weight
  • At first she just thought you didn’t like baking, but when you told her over a dinner how much you liked to make food, she didn’t understand
  • “Why don’t you help me with the pastries, then?”
  • You hesitated, but told her that you were scared to gain weight, especially because she looked so perfect and a customer had told you last week that your dress was too short as no one wanted to see your fat and nasty legs, and that you “needed to cover up your fat arms”
  • Shocked, she took your hand and kissed it
  • “How could someone say that to someone as nice and pretty as you? MC, please don’t think badly of yourself. They don’t know you, and have no right to judge you! You’re beautiful as well, I actually quite like your legs”
  • She blushed and grinned cheekily, making you laugh


  • Having quite a lot of extra weight, you definitely had above averagely sized breasts
  • Jumin loved them and bought you clothes that would show them off (not trashy though, just classy and sexy), but he noticed that you never wore them
  • Actually, you usually just wore oversized clothes
  • He had read in some magazine that women always took of their bras at the end of the day and that it was their highlight, but you never did?? You even slept with both a bra and a shirt?? Even though you complained about them being uncomfortable??
  • He hadn’t even seen you without a bra yet, shirt or not - he of course respected your wish to not go all of the way yet, but you had already been dating for over two months and he was getting worried that he had done anything wrong
  • The next time your kisses got hot and heavy and he slid his hands under your shirt only to get stopped, he finally asked why
  • Did you not find him attractive? Had someone hurt you in the past? Did you even like him that way?
  • You felt guilty that he felt like that just because you were insecure that your boobs were saggy, and you admitted it to him
  • He assured you that he didn’t mind! It wasn’t like he was expecting your e cups to be that perky anyways, he understood basic anatomy enough to know that natural boobs would sag
  • “Kitten, I love you, but you are honestly being a bit silly. You have absolutely nothing to be insecure about. If it bothers you that much I can of course pay for you to get surgery, but I can assure you that you’re the most attractive person I’ve ever seen. More to bounce around is never a bad thing”
  • He winked, making you blush, before he kissed you neck in hopes of continuing where you had left off


  • As soon as he told you about the security cameras he had installed in Rika’s appartment, you asked him which rooms were safe from his spying eyes
  • You wanted to make sure that he didn’t see you change, so he wouldn’t see your embarassing stretch marks that covered your hips, belly, back and thighs, the very ones that had made people ask you at severel occations if you had been pregnant (actually the most embarassing thing ever)
  • Even though you managed to hide them from him when you stayed in that damned appartment, you knew he would notice when you had to stay at his house
  • The first few days were easy enough as he ignored you anyways and wouldn’t even let you into his room where he was working, leaving you with no other choice than to sleep at his couch to wait for him
  • That’s exactly where he found you when he decided that he probably needed some fresh air, and that he should check on you
  • Feeling slightly perverted by checking you out when you were at your most vulnerable, he noticed that your shirt had riled up and showed the stretchmarks on your tummy
  • He made a mental note to remember them before taking a short walk outside, having enough insecurities to know that they probably bothered you
  • As soon as he cut his tsundere crap and showed you some love, you noticed that he liked to rest his hands on your hips and rub small circles with his thumbs
  • “You’re so beautiful, you know? Good god, I love you so much”
  • You blushed hard as he slowly took of your shirt off, tracing the bumps from your marks with his hands
  • He thought they made you unique! He made sure to ask you for permission to kiss them as every part of you deserved love, and if you weren’t willing to give it, he would!


  • This nerd would take pictures of you whenever he could
  • His favorites were the ones where you didn’t pay attention to him - laughing, talking to someone, dancing around
  • But despite being an amazing photographer, not even he could change the fact that you had extra fat that showed from every angle
  • Double chin, back rolls, belly and thighs
  • Sometimes he would show you the pictures he had taken during the day and tell you his exact thoughts about you when he took them, how pretty you were in that dress, how cute your giggle was, but it didn’t make the fat less obvious
  • “Do I… Do I really look that fat?”
  • “What do you mean, angel?”
  • You pointed out all your flaws, and you could see his frown become more prominent with everything you mentioned
  • “This is what you look like, why would you want to change that? You’re beautiful and I know that you don’t really eat unhealthy, you just have unlucky genes. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re really pretty, and that I’m super lucky to have you! The world needs more plus size models anyways, don’t you agree?”
  • He kissed your head when he finished his short speech, and you looked at your blue haired boyfriend in awe
  • “If it means anything, just know that I really like how you look. I think you’re hot”
  • He started laughing when you jokingly nudged him in the shoulder, telling him to shut up and kiss you


  • As weeks passed and he got more comfortable with you, he gradually became more clingy
  • He really enjoyed holding and leaning on you/you leaning on him, as everthing about you was soft and comfortable!
  • Eventually he would become comfortable enough for kisses, and before you knew it he would have plopped you down on his lap
  • Insecure about your weight you tried to get off, explaining that you were a lot heavier than you looked and therefore was afraid of crushing his legs
  • He held you closer and refused to let you go or listen to you, as he knew far too well what it was like to have your insecurities take over
  • “MC, stop being ridiculous, you’re perfect. And you look really good seated in my lap, you know? I want you right here”
  • You saw a faint blush spread across his cheeks and felt your own face match
  • “O-okay…”
  • He would of course respect you if you wasn’t into it, but trust me when I say that this guy would not hesitate to leave hickies all over your neck just to remind you that you were his, and that he loved you



Genre: romance/fluff/
Pairing: JIMIN/You
Length:1041 words
Summary: Jimin isn’t digging the idea of you going on a date with another  guy and confronts you about it.

IMAGINE Jimin being jealous because you’re being asked out on a date by your Senior Kim Taehyung. The boy is well aware of the fact you’re both merely friends and that you’ve been relaying on each other in the hard times, but his feelings are stronger than him. He doesn’t like the idea of you laughing in Taehyung’s arms on a Friday night. Sure, he had no right to intervene whatsoever, because the only thing you both shared was a friend’s with benefits kind of relationship, but it still irked him to imagine you lying next to another man.

“Where are you going?” He’d ask you as he’d sip on his coffee.

“I’m going to that date with Taehyung” you simply reply as you grab your earrings from the counter

“Come on, you know it’s going to be a waste of time” he rolled his eyes at you

“That’s the same thing I said about your date with Minah and still went to her.”
You stared at him

You stared at your reflection as you carefully applied your red matte lipstick. This night was going to be fantastic and no one was going to cock block you again

“Why should I listen to you, when you never listen to me?” You raised a brow

“Minah just wanted to talk about our bio project, no need to get skeptical about a girl who was never interested in me” Jimin stood up from his chair to lean against the wall next to you

“Yeah , well maybe if you learned to look into her eyes , you’d understand that she was just using that project as a pretext to spend time with you” you press your lips together to spread your lipstick

“Right back at you.” He adds “Maybe if you saw Taehyung’s true thirsty intentions, you wouldn’t be so exciting about leaving tonight” he takes off his glasses and swirls them between his fingers

“Taehyung is a nice guy. I don’t see why you’re acting like this” you add a little more mascara onto your lashes

“I’m acting like this because you don’t know what you’re getting into!” He steps closer to you “Men aren’t as cutesy and fluffy as they pretend to be, Y/N. I, myself, know for a fact that anyone would wait for the right occasion to jump on a prey like you”

“Oh, I’m a prey now?” you laughed “I think that I’m more dangerous than taehyung. Black belt in taekwondo “you remind him

” That’s not the point! “jimin grabs your arm

Jimin takes this opportunity to slide his muscular forearms around your sensitive waist for a backhug.He presses his chin onto the warm skin on your shoulder blade. You feel comforted yet puzzled over his sudden act.He never did such things in the past. What got onto him?

"Don’t go to him” his warm lips whisper on your sensitive skin

“Why?” you turn your head to the side, suddenly brushing your nose against his soft cheeks

“Because I don’t like you with him” his iron grip tightens onto your waist

You suddenly roll your eyes at his words. You expected something else and all you got was jimin’s selfishness, which was very disappointing to you.

“Stop cock blocking my chances of finding a boyfriend, Jimin!” you elbow him in the stomach quickly as you set yourself free from him

“I’m not cock blocking. I’m trying to protect you” he stares into your eyes

“You’re not protecting me” you smack his hand “you’re just being a big hypocritical asshole” you try walking away

“Are you giving me attitude? Right now?” he raises a threatening brow

“I’m just trying to remind you that you’re selfish” You stare at the floor

As you’re about to grab the door handle, Jimin flips you around in a few seconds as you’re now under his deep gaze. He pushes you against the cold door as the door itself closes thanks to your weight being pressed on it. The boy pauses for a few seconds as the tension grew heavier in the room.He stares at you and you try avoiding his eyes at all costs.

Your heart unavoidably start racing at some abnormal pace and you feel yourself trapped not only t between Jimin and that door, but trapped in your feelings as well. Why was your best friend making you feel that way? Nothing about this was right

“Yes, I’m a hypocritical asshole for only wanting you for myself” Jimin hung his head low as his soft bangs were brushing against your forehead “But it’s harder than me” he sighs as his face gets close to yours, his nose brushing against yours “I can’t bear with the thought of seeing you in the arms of some other bastard who won’t treat you right” his soft fingers casually sliding from your shoulders to your arms

“ Because the woman I love should be treated like a queen” he tilts your chin up to stare back onto your wavering eyes “ Because I want to be the king to my queen” he eyes alter from your lips to your eyes “ Because I love you”

With no warning he presses his manly lips onto your delicate ones. He didn’t hesitate to show you his real intentions and who was the king in this situation. His feverish nibbling onto your bottom lip to grant him access to a new world. His precautious fingers holding onto yours, your body yearning for more as the second passes by. He grabs onto your waist as you weaken under his masculine grip and find yourself grasping onto the fabric of his hoodie for support.

His gentle yet swift tongue battling against yours. His fierceness mixed onto his gentle intentions were expressed through his moist lips. His wish to make you feel his desperation and love through this heated kiss. His intoxicating cinnamon scented and aroma making you dizzy from all the action He swipes his tongue ardently as your kiss suddenly shows jimin’s eagerness to hear a moan coming out from you.. He grabs your wrists and holds them above your head.

“Tell Kim Taehyung to go find himself a new date for tonight” he stares at you before pressing his lips onto yours again for a long night full of adventures and secrets


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Summary: Pretending to be drunk isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Written for @bionic-buckyb writing challenge; Prompt: “I want to make you this happy for the rest of your life.”

Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by buchanstan

He blamed the alcohol. It made his world lag, like he could see the physical seconds between when an action actually occurred and the moment of perception. He could see the faint film of fog over glassy eyes, the dull buzz of a shot of vodka or a glass of whiskey and Coke creating a screen between the person drinking it and the world around them. The room was full of people, but they were all in their own heads.

That was the thing about drunk people; they always pretend to be more sober than they are. They realize when something they’ve said sounds drunk, so they overcorrect in order to sound sober. Or something they’ve done, they do it again so it looks like they’ve been doing it on purpose all along. Everyone around them would laugh and the subject would change in another flicker of an action-to-perception beat. The room would spin as fast as those changing dialogues.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 33

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.1k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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— american candy (02)

chapter → 01. / 02. 

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook
themes : smut / drama + angst / high school! au
warning! → graphic sexual content
keywords : dry-humping + oral sex 
word count : 9.0k 
summary : you’re seemingly content basking in the benefits of your newfound friendship with Jungkook — but everybody knows staying in the heat of the sun for too long can leave you burnt.

↳ a/n: everyone who has been waiting for this has the right to punch me in the face for taking this long to update. 9k words RIP. 

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NCT 127 Reaction to their crush falling asleep on them.


Taeyong could tell you were sleepy from the moment you arrived at the dorms, so he was expecting you to perhaps drift off. What he didn’t expect was you curling up on the sofa, your head in his lap as you fell to sleep. He would feel so awkward, his eyes would go huge and round and he’d just look around for some sort of help, but he’d quickly realise his moving around might wake you up so he’d settle down quickly to keep from waking you up. I think he’d tentatively put his hand your shoulder or back, being really gentle to keep from waking you, and he’d move his thumb back and forth slowly in that really gentle, soothing way. When you woke up from your nap he wouldn’t comment on it in case you felt awkward, he’d just offer you some juice or something with a small smile on his face.


The moment your head dipped onto Taeil’s shoulder he would go still instantly. Were you trying to cuddle? Was he supposed to like… hold your hand? He’d be so nervous, he would just keep watching the tv, his heart rate slowly picking up and a nervous sweat breaking out on his skin. When your jaw slacked and you let out a sudden snore he would jump, startled, but would quickly place a hand on your head to hold you in place. He’d be silently praying he hadn’t woken you up with his little jump. When you didn’t react he would settle down quickly. Now he was looking at your face he could see how peaceful you looked. He’d smile gently and begin to run his hands over your hair, just relishing in being so close to you. After a few minutes he’d turn back to the tv and go back to watching the show, his head dipping to rest on top of your head.


You had spent an amazing day at the beach with Johnny, running around on the sand and splashing in the sea. You had both collapsed in your seats on the train and were slowly pecking your way through a bag of chips when you fell to sleep, your head resting on the back of your seat. The moment Johnny noticed he would snicker and turn to you, pulling out his phone to snap a few photos. When the train lurched you rolled to the side. You were now fast asleep on Johnny’s chest, with him in a very awkward leg position he couldn’t keep up for the long train journey home. He lifted your head slowly and quickly swivelled in his seat so he was sitting normally, but as he congratulated himself on a smooth movement he forgot he was holding you up and your head thwacked down onto his shoulder. He froze on the spot, terrified he had woken you, but you were so tired you just slept on happily. Johnny would snap a quick photo to show to the boys later, he would brag to anyone who listened, but otherwise he wouldn’t act very differently, he’d just sit on his phone.


When Yuta had promised you dance lessons you had been a bit nervous, because you didn’t have the best rhythm in the world and Yuta was an amazing dancer. But he was actually a really good teacher and you found yourself working hard and having a lot of fun. When you told Yuta you needed a bit of a break he took you to the corner of the dance studio to have a water break. Yuta was watching the other boys dancing, giving them tips, but you could feel your head dipping slowly, you had been dancing so hard and you were exhausted. Knowing you couldn’t stay awake much longer you curled up on your side, deciding to take a nap.  As soon as Yuta realised what you were doing a pang of nervousness would run through him. He’d swallow back the nerves and tut at you, telling you to come and rest on his lap because the floor was too hard. So you found yourself napping with your head on Yuta’s lap, the other boys glancing at the two of you. Each time Yuta’s smirk would grow and he’d shoot the boys a thumb up. But actually, he was super nervous to have you so close, he just couldn’t miss the opportunity for a bit of physical contact with you.


The two of you had been watching films together when you fell asleep, your head resting on his shoulder. Doyoung was so wrapped up watching Harry Potter fight a dragon he didn’t even notice for a while. But then he’d look down at you, wondering why you had gotten so quiet, and his eyes would bulge out of his head. He’d instantly start telling himself off, he could have woken you so easily, it was honestly great you were such a heavy sleeper or he never would have forgive himself. He would stare at you, just admiring how gentle you looked all curled up, your cheeks a little puffy, your face relaxed. He’d have a huge smile on his face, because seeing you looking so sweet was so lovely to him and you were making him feel so soft. He’d pull the blanket draped over your legs around your arms to keep you warm and then he’d turn back to the movie, but he’d be unable to remove that massive grin from his face and he’d peak down at you every few minutes just to check if you had gotten any cuter (he didn’t that it was possible.)


When Jaehyun noticed that you had fallen to sleep on his lap he would straight up start giggling. He was kinda nervous because you were on his lap and he wasn’t quite sure what to do. He’d just kinda stare at you open mouthed, drooling a bit, and he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing. He’d grab his phone and video call Taeil to be like “Hyung look!” and then Taeil would tell him to stop being stupid and then he’d hang up. So then Jaehyun would message Winwin and Winwin being the cheeky shit he is would tell him to start moving your hair and poking your face. So Jaehyun would just start poking your cheeks, he wouldn’t even noticed when you woke up. One moment you were asleep, the next you were staring at him. He’d instantly start apologising because he’d realise straight away he’d been acting like an idiot, so as you sat up he’d just keep apologising. He’d pull you into a hug and he’d hold you there until you fell asleep on his chest. He’d keep his arms tight around you to keep you comfortable to make up for waking you up. He’d have an affectionate little smile on his face when he thought of how comfortable you were around each other.


You and Winwin had been studying together, trying to keep up with all of your work. You were on the sofa, on your back, trying to read over your notes to memorise them whilst Winwin was sat on the floor, his books and notes sprawled around him. You were so comfortable in the warm dorm, you just couldn’t focus on your work and you quickly drifted off. You would roll in your sleep, bringing you to the edge of the sofa, and your arm would flop down to rest over Winwin’s shoulder, your hand on his chest. He would jump out of his skin, like he’d be so shook. He’d look up super slowly, not knowing if you were awake. When he saw that you were asleep he’d just pause and smile, his whole face crumpling up with a big ass smile at how cute you were. He’d try and turn back to his notes to keep working but he just couldn’t focus with your hand on his chest, so he’d lean back so your heads were close together on the sofa and he’d just close his eyes and lie there happily.


Mark is super freaking busy so I think any chance you got to chill together would end up in him sleeping. You went round for a movie marathon but twenty minutes in he was asleep on your shoulder. It was super comfy curled up on the sofa, and you quickly fell asleep too, your head resting on his head. He’d wake up randomly feeling disoriented with his head on one side and he’d sit straight up. You slumped over with his sudden movement and wake with a yell, and soon it’d just be the two of you screaming at each other, both feeling completely dazed and confused. When you both realised what had happened he would start stuttering an apology. After you assured him it was fine you’d settle down to watch the movie, still laughing at eachothers silly reaction, but he would just be sat there the whole time ignoring the film. His cheeks were burning so much, he couldn’t believe he had fallen asleep on you like that. And you had slept on him too! He would be lowkey wondering if he could pretend to fall asleep again so that he could lie on your shoulder again.


It was super late and you and Haechan were having a catch up in his bed, you were just lying next to each other, muttering quietly between yourselves about your week and just random things that came to mind. But Haechan wasn’t really focussing; he was actually feeling super nervous. You were right there next to him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about holding your hand. He would be so nervous thinking about it that he wouldn’t notice when you went quiet. He’d decide to test the waters and just move his arm so your arms were touching. When he glanced down to see your reaction and found you asleep he’d feel an escape of tension in his chest. On the one hand he was glad you were asleep because you couldn’t react badly, but he REALLY wanted to see if you would have liked having him touch your arm. He’d just kinda end up staring at you, because he was usually wayyyy too nervous to look at you for this long. He’d end up just drifting off to sleep whilst watching you, a content little smile on his face.

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3.9.4 - Monty de la Cruz x Reader

Request - “Maybe a monty fan fic where monty and y/n have been besties since birth and he loves her but she’s dating jeff, since both of them play baseball.”            

A/N: I worked on the premise that they are 16/17. I’m pretty sure this is definitely not what you envisioned and it’s not what i did either, i kinda hate it. lol. I left the ending unclear in case i decide it needs serious editing.

3rd September 2004

A small freckled boy and a lonely shy girl make eye contact at their first day of school.

“Mommy says if someone looks nice I should talk to them” He said as he tapped her on the shoulder rather aggressively.

“My mommy says that too! Will you be my best friend? Mommy said I might meet one of those today!”

“For ever and ever and ever!”

6th January 2006

“Montgomery look at my snowman!”

The boy sulked noticing hers was far superior.

“I’ll help you with yours Montgomery.” She placed her mitten clad hands into his. “That’s what friends are for.”

9th September 2014

“Happy Birthday to my favourite person in the whole entire world.” She ran up from behind him holding a small home-made cake, which read; ‘Happy 15th Montgomery’

“Now, you know how much I appreciate the gesture, and how much i love cake, and you, but what have I said about continuously calling me my full name now that we’re in high school?” He took the cake.

“Don’t be such a teenager, Mont. Just because you’re now older than me.”

“Exactly. It means I get to boss you around.”

“We both know that’s never going to happen.”

22nd June 2016

“MONTGOmERY!! MONTGOMErYYYY!!” She yelled as she ran through the corridors, pushing people who were in her way.

“Monty!” She panted, flying into the boy with force.


“Guess what?”

He rolled his eyes. “What?”

“NO. You have to guess.” She jumped up and down.

“Fine. You got an A?”

“Hell no, who do you think i am? Try again.”

“They finally made Pluto a planet again?”

“Monty! Keep up.” She pushed him.

“Well you haven’t given me any clues whatso-”

“Fine. FINE. I can’t wait any longer I’ll have to tell you. JEFF ATKINS ASKED ME ON A DATE!!”

Monty often thought this was one of the worst days of his life, the knife cut deep and sharp.

“Oh.” He pretended to put something away in his locker in order to hide his expression.

“Mont you’re my best friend, I expected you to be a bit more…animated.” Her face fell.

“I am really happy for you, it’s just, I just remembered that I have a chemistry exam next. Oops.”

Monty wasn’t sure how he could bear to see the girl he loved with the boy who had everything.

June 2017(now)

Montgomery and Y/N. Y/N and Montgomery. However you said it, it just sounded right. The two were inseparable, and when Monty threw a fit, which, really,  was a lot, the only person he would even consider looking at was Y/N. She was his rock, and he was stupidly in love with her.

The problem was, she was dating his friend, Jeff. A guy she’d crushed on since freshman year. He had the hearts of everyone in school, he could pick anyone, but he’d decided to choose the one girl Monty even glanced at. Of course, he didn’t blame him, Jeff had no idea how his friend felt about Y/N, and well, she was perfect, but it still stung. What was worse was that being the best friend, he was constantly hearing about how fantastic Jeff was, and how different they were.

He often wished to be more like Jeff, but his temper decided to show its ugly horns and take him right back to thinking it was never possible.

“Does my anger scare you?” He asked her as they sat on the school field making history notes.

“What?” The question seemed to catch her off guard and she lost herself for a second. “Of course not Mont. You know I’m not scared of you.”

“You hesitated. You’re scared.” He clenched his jaw and turned his head to the grass.

“No, I’m not, you just surprised me because I wasn’t expecting it. I promise you.” She placed her hand over his own, smiling gently. He shook his head in the direction of the school.

“Jeff’s coming.” Her expression when he mentioned his name did a complete 180. She was grinning so much he thought maybe her cheeks ached.

“Jeff!” She waved at him, standing to greet him. He pulled her in for a kiss. Monty averted his eyes.

“Oh, sorry for the PDA man.” Jeff chuckled, coming to sit next to him, Y/N returning to her spot.

“Yeah keep it in private.” He nodded. Y/N glanced at Jeff with an amused expression. Montgomery decided he would ignore the exchanged glances at his expense.


“You look pissed. I mean you always do, but more so than usual.” She stated. They were sat on her bed watching a movie. “You know I’m always here…”

“Oh look, she’s an observer now.” He mocked. He began to realise how bothered he was getting at her presence. It was a struggle having her around nowadays knowing how un-reciprocated his feelings were, and how he could never confess. Her compassionate and caring nature was making everything worse.

“Don’t be a dick Monty. I just wanted to know what was wrong so I could help you. But whatever.”

So he decided to push her away in the only way Monty knew.

“Don’t bother trying. You never could help and you’ll never be able to.” Monty could see that this was hurting her, but for some reason he kept going. “I don’t know how you haven’t realised yet that I’m broken beyond repair and you’re just another fucking pile of salt adding to my wound.”

“Monty stop?! Where is this coming from? You don’t really mean this.” Tears were brimming at her eyes. Why was he being like this? Where had this come from?

“Yes I fucking do.” He spat, staring off into the TV screen.

“Right. Fine. If I’m such a fucking hindrance to you then I’m leaving.” She stood up and collected her things. “Don’t expect me to be back. Ever.” The door slammed with force.

Once she was out the door he realised what a mistake he’d made.

“Fuck. Y/N WAIT!!” He ran to the door, but all he saw was her car driving away.


47 texts. 30 missed calls. Those were the stats on Y/N’s phone under Montgomery’s contact. She knew he snapped. He had always had anger issues, but this hurt her and she didn’t need to be made to feel like that by her best friend.

“He’ll come around, babe.” Jeff rubbed her back.

“He’s already tried. Twice in the past week. My mum is worried something’s happened between us.” She rolled her eyes.

“I can try and talk to him again.”

“No, Jeff. He needs to know I’m serious about this. He can’t just treat me like shit because I’ve dealt with him the longest.”

“Okay, you know I’m always here. He always has been a little… tetchy.”

“I know I’m angry at him, but he’s still my best friend.”

Truthfully, she already missed him.


Knock, knock.

Not a-fucking-gain. She internally groaned.

This time she would open the door and tell him to fuck off. He’d made his bed, now he should lay in it. She was the only one home, so she ran down to open the door.

“Y/N!” He was haggard. His eyes told her that he hadn’t slept a wink since their disagreement, and his hair was limp and greasy. It was evident that he was surprised that she’d opened the door.

“Fuck. Off.” She began to pull the door up but Monty held it open.

“Wait! Please. Just hear me out.” He pleaded.

“Why should I?”

“You shouldn’t, really. But you will because you’re kind, and caring, and you think everyone deserves a second chance.”

“You know me too well, shoot.”

“Okay, so, there is NO excuse for what I said to you, I know. This isn’t a justification, it’s an explanation. You know I have anger problems, and that is part of it, but most of it is something I’ve tried to hide for so long now.”

She looked concerned, pulling her arms into herself.

“I’m hoping after I tell you this we can go back to normal, just ignore it ever happened. Don’t worry though, I’m not counting on it. Okay… so….” he breathed heavily. He was finally going to tell his best friend of 13 years that he was pathetically in love with her.

“I am majorly, stupidly, pathetically, in love with you Y/N L/N. In love, not just ’I love you as my best friend’. I don’t expect you to say anything, I just couldn’t deceive you any longer.” He stood twiddling his thumbs while she watched in shock. It felt like eons went by.

“Okay. That’s all. Thanks for hearing me out.” He turned and made his way down her road, his head spinning, but feeling a weight off his shoulder. He’d done something he’d never expected of himself. Maybe he’d ruined the best thing he’d ever had in his life, but it was too late now.

Something tugged his arm and turned him. It was Y/N. Her eyes were speckled with tears as they looked up at his.


Part Two of x

Dally had left the house almost an hour ago, he left without saying a single word and you couldn’t blame him… He was hurting and you knew he needed some sort of outlet for that.

And that’s what you were doing here in the middle of the night.

“Shit.” You muttered lowly as you stepped out of the car and into the cold, dark street. You were shaking with nerves, You knew Dally would’ve wandered off to Buck’s.

You could feel suggestive stares looking in your direction as you hugged your arms tightly around your middle, you were shaking- and it wasn’t from the cold.

“Hey girl!” a voice boomed from the other side of the road, him and his buddies were walking over to you, bottles of beer in each of their hands. They were drunkenly staggering, clumsily falling over their uncoordinated steps.

“What’re you doing out here on your lonesome?” Another asked as his buddy gave you a wolf whistle.

“Leave me alone” You tried to keep your voice stern, but you were so damn scared you couldn’t think straight. You looked straight ahead hoping to all that was holy that they’d leave you alone.

These parts of Tulsa, they were the worst and you were stupid to think you’d make it to Buck’s in one piece.

“You know you want it baby…” They were getting closer, all four of them were a few steps away. “Come on… I bet you’d never had a soc before, huh?”

You’d recognized them. They had gone to the same school you had. They were upperclassmen, one was even a valedictorian. The teachers used to look at them and see future presidents, they saw businessmen, men they thought would change America… but now they looked at them and they saw bums. Overly privileged boys who still lived by the grace of their parents.

You tried not to scream when you felt a hand slam down on your shoulder, you shut your eyes tight, getting ready for whatever was to come… you expected to feel one of them pressed up against you, instead, you heard Dally’s rough voice cascading through the almost empty streets.

“She’s with me” You opened your eyes the moment you heard the click of Dally’s prized switch blade.

They were backing away with their hands help up in defeat, you knew that they could probably take Dally… they probably knew that too, but they also knew Dally wouldn’t go down without one hell of a fight. He wouldn’t go down unless one of them came down with him.

Everyone in this town knew that Dallas Winston didn’t mess around.

Dally’s hold on your shoulder didn’t loosen, he backed you into the street wall and glared down at you.

“Do you have a death wish, huh? Are you looking to get murdered, or raped.” He spat the word out with as much venom as the most lethal snake in the world. He hated men who did that. He hated men who though it was okay to do that to a woman.

“No.” You whispered, tears were brimming up in your eyes. You didn’t want to admit it, but you were still so scared. If Dally hadn’t of shown up… you didn’t want to think about what would’ve happened. “I was looking for you.”

He wanted to scream at you, he wanted to murder each of those Soc’s in the most brutal way possible, but you needed him.

“I found you, I’m here… you’re okay.” He pressed you close to him and rubbed your back gently.

“They were going to-” He didn’t let you finish your sentence, he hushed you immediately.

“They didn’t. I will never let anything bad happen to you, ever, you dig? I will always be here.”

“July the 8th.” You murmured against his ear softly as you clutched onto his strong body.

“What?” He was dumbfounded, he was wondering if somehow you had managed to bump your head and give yourself one hell of a concussion. He searched for the blood in the darkness of the twilight.

“That’s when I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Is- is that a yes?” He pulled away from the embrace so he could stare down at you in disbelief. “You’ll marry me?”

“I’ll marry you. I couldn’t imagine my life with someone else.”

“You’ll never have to find out.” He picked you up in the air, and he’d deny this if you ever mentioned it, but he spun you around and pressed his lips to yours clumsily. “God I love you.”

reblog if you wanna meet a girl who's FREAKY enough to

1. hold your hand by the seaside as the sun rises
2. lay her head on your shoulder
3. laugh and giggle thinking of the past memories you’ve shared
4. roll down the windows in your car and blast a song you both love
5. cuddle and forget about the world around her, since you’re her whole world
6. kiss you on the cheek or lips to make you blush
7. have a picnic with you in a moonlit park
8. go to a movie and hold hands under the cupholders
9. cheer you up even in the worst of times
10. love you unconditionally


Imagine Jensen surprising you on Valentine’s Day

A Surprise Valentine

Pairing: Jensen x Reader 

Warnings: Nothing but the FLUFFS

Word Count: 1,200

A/N:  This started out as a drabble/gif blurb but then it turned into too many words. It’s basically a fic not a fic. So, I’ll tag you guys with the disgustingness. :P Hope you enjoy this Valentine/Not Valentine Fic. ;) I’ve been wanting to write Jensen singing for a while, and this came to me while grading papers. This is my ultimate wish. 

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anonymous asked:

What would marriage life with seventeen be like?

- kisses first thing in the morning
- kisses you all the time
- complains that you both stay in bed just a little longer
- refuses to let you go when you tell him you have to go to work
- spoils you with gifts all the time
- gets rid of the monsters under the kids’ beds

- never the first to get up
- nags about everything
- the kids are probably the ones who tuck him into bed
- takes pictures all the time
- has photo albums filled with pictures
- good night kisses

- makes you breakfast in bed
- walks around carrying the kids, refuses to let them go
- makes pancakes with them on saturday mornings
- forehead kisses
- sings and plays the guitar all the time
- surprises you with little gifts every now and then

- always pulls you back into bed when you try to leave
- gives you backhugs while you’re washing the dishes
- makes the kids say dumb things to you in chinese
- convinced them he was the prince of china
- always asks for a kiss before doing something
- throws himself on top of you after a long day because he missed you
- still likes to show off to try to impress you

- makes a bigger mess than the kids
- pulls pranks with the kids then cries when he gets scolded by you
- dances around the house with you
- breaks whatever he touches
- calls you pet names all the time
- always keeps you laughing

- you always fix his bed hair for him in the morning
- sings in his morning voice while you’re fixing his hair
- reads the kids bedtime stories
- always helps carries things for you
- kisses on the cheek
- whispers he loves you in your ear while hugging you

- plays instruments for the kids
- loves playing sports with them, especially baseball
- also very shy when showing affection in front of them
- quick pecks on the lips before leaving the house
- lots of cuddles

- matching pyjamas
- sings lullabies to the kids
- water fights while washing the car
- screams he loves you from a mile away
- makes you kill the spiders

- eats all the food
- makes your lunch and your kids’ lunches
- always carries the kids on his shoulders
- the type who says “i can fix it!” but makes it worse
- kisses the top of your head and then rests his chin on it while holding you close

- plays fight with the kids all the time
- loses on purpose and tells them they’re the strongest in the world
- cooks for you when you’re feeling lazy
- scolds you when you get sick
- holds your hand whenever he can
- surprise back hugs

- sings to you in his morning voice
- jumps on the bed with the kids to wake you up
- steals all the blankets
- playful arguing all the time
- tells you he loves you every day

- tells the kids not to say “oh my god”
- plays dress up with them
- purposely sings off-tune to make you laugh on bad days
- harmless pranks on each other like hiding the toothpaste
- surprise kisses on the lips
- probably raps while he’s sitting on the toilet

- plays your wedding song every now and then
- dances to it with you in the living room
- teaches the kids michael jackson moves
- wakes up early on weekends to watch cartoons with them
- bear hugs every day because he wants you to feel loved
- always kisses you on the cheek

thank you for your request!!