You know... Forget her

since it seems to be the consensus that being the weird girl is lesbian culture i think we can all agree that harper from wizards of waverly place was a lesbian

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd like to make a request, but I'm not sure how you'd write it. Could you do the RFA+ Saeran reacting to if they were getting hot and heavy with MC and another member walked in on them? Thank you so much!

i added V because why not and thank you for the request !1!1

mucho love ೃ༄*

sorry some are longer than others i suck

nsfw >.<

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Yoosung

♥ He begged you to go to a LOLOL convention for weeks and finally you gave in

♥ After hours of walking around you grew bored and horny

♥ Last night he left you on edge as you were about to climax when an important RFA conference call came up

♥ You’ve been edgy ever since

♥ “Please…“ you begged into his ear. For the past thirty minutes you wanted to run off somewhere

♥ Finally he listened

♥ “Couldn’t wait till we got home?”

♥ "No.“              

♥ He’d try so hard to take control of the kisses it’d turn you on more, but this poor baby couldn’t keep up

♥Messy neck kisses

♥His wandering hands finally get into your pants and past your panties

♥Trying to moan his name but can’t even speak making him almost self destruct

♥"I’m so close.”

♥ Just as you were tipping over the edge, the door swings open revealing a red head

♥"There you guys are- AAAH MY BEAUTIFUL EYES” Seven plays LOLOL too. Seven wanted to meet up with you guys when he found out you both were going.

♥Seven runs away red as his hair leaving Yoosung more embarrassed than you

♥Still not satisfied till you get home where he makes up it up to you four times

Zen

♥ Zen wanted practice for his romantic lines and wanted it with you so he could make the story come to life, you of course agree

♥ “If you want me then why are you with him?” He says his line leaning closer and closer

♥ Kissing soon leads into make out session in his dressing room

♥ He sits back on the couch and pulls you on top him

♥ Feeling the beast underneath you makes you a mess

♥ Zen grips your waist and helps you grind down on him causing little moans to emanate from you

♥ “I can’t take this…” beast unleashed He groans before flipping you underneath him and grinds hard and fast, hard for you to keep up with

♥ “Ah Hyun~” fuck he gone

♥ This would’ve been a good time to remember Jaehee was stopping by for Zen to sign her new CD

♥ “Hello Zen?” Jaehee’s eyes widen in horror, “SORRY Y/N, Zen!” Before running away flustered

♥ Later, she’d scold you both for being reckless of his image.

Jaehee

♥Knowing Jaehee better than anyone, you know her schedule is so hectic because someone *cough* mista trustfundkid *cough*  who gives her useless projects all the time so you decided to bring her lunch knowing she’d forget to eat

♥ She’d be very surprised and happy and try to explain her current project leaving you confused as ever

♥ She’d try so hard to make you understand

♥  You’re leaning over the papers and get distracted on her lips rather than the cat project she was rattling off about

♥ Swoop, you kiss, taking Jaehee off guard

♥ Kisses so good she forgets where she is

♥ You unbutton her blouse and leave hickeys across her chest

♥ Small Jaehee moans

♥Fogged up glasses

♥ “Jaehee do you have those cat reports I was, Oh,” Jumin stops, “I’ll come back later…”

♥ Jaehee is s u p e r embarrassed

♥ “I’m so unprofessional.”

♥ You apologize with a bubble bath later

Jumin

♥ Jumin would randomly want to throw dinner parties for friends and colleagues

♥ Tonight was one of those nights

♥ You were trying on dresses for it when you put on a beautiful slim fitting, maroon dress that made you look hotter than hell.

♥ “No.” You hear Jumin and see him shaking his head is disapproval

♥ “What’s wrong?”

♥ “Only I’m allowed to see you in stuff like that.” He stated before walking away thinking that was the end of it

♥ It wasn’t

♥ Who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t wear? After he had ignored you for the past week, being a little tease seemed fun

♥ When guests started arriving you stepped out of your room and began greeting people

♥ You could feel his glare from across the room

♥ “Y/N, you look stunning.” Zen complimented.

♥ “Thank–” Jumin comes out of nowhere bumping into you, spilling wine on you.

♥ “Whoops, silly me,” Jumin tightly smiled before whisking you away from confused Zen, “Let’s get you changed.”  

♥ When your alone Jumin attacks  daddy jumin mode

♥ “That.” Kiss “Dress.” Kiss “Was.” Kiss “Expensive.”

♥ “I’ll buy you thousands more.”

♥ Your wine-stained, dress was soon pooled around your waist

♥ Jumin threw your panties across the room

♥ No time for foreplay he is inside you

♥ He starts ruthlessly pounding away

♥ “Hey Y/N I want to ask- AHHH NEVERMIND!” Zen screams and slams the door in record time.

♥ “Jumin, are you smiling?”

Seven/Luciel/Saeyoung

♥ You knew Seven was busy on an important case and wanted to do something special

♥ Trying to think of food you could make was hard

♥ You can’t exactly cook well

♥Deciding on pancakes seemed easy enough

♥ They weren’t

♥ Seven stepped out of his office looking for some Dr.Pepper and saw the kitchen covered in Bisquick and broken eggs

♥ “What happened?“ He’d make fun of you, but he wasn’t that much better at cooking either

♥ "I wanted to make you food, you’re so busy.” You sigh and we’re genuinely disappointed

♥ Seeing this Agent 707 Defender of Justice immediately goes with plan cheer up your girlfriend

♥ "Y/N” He grabs your chin making you look up at him, “All I want eat is you.”

♥ Right before kissing you he’d throw flour in your face

♥ “Really Seven?”

♥ He quickly kiss you to prevent the inevitable war

♥ One swift motion, you were on the messy counter and Seven was in between your legs

♥ Feeling his hardness against you made you even more turned on

♥ “S-Saeyoung.” Hearing his real name come from you… he’d die

♥ Your pants disappeared and he began leaving kisses in between your thighs

♥ He kiss everywhere except where need him

♥ “Don’t tease me~~” You’d pout, making him give in

♥ “I got groceri- Oh dear lord in the kitchen!” Saeran screamed before abandoning the groceries still screaming “The kitchen!” over and over.

V

♥V had an opening for his first photo gallery and was nervous as to if it would succeed

♥You knew it would but it seemed like he needed a confidence boost

♥You knew just the way to do it

♥You took him to the private office in the gallery and got busy

♥He was reluctant at first

♥"Y/N Are you sure? Anyone could walk in…“

♥"I locked the door.” At least you thought you did.

♥Finally he pulled you onto the desk and boy he worked fast

♥Too many kisses to keep up

♥That led into a make up session that got heated very quickly

♥Where’d his pants go ? Where’d your bra go?

♥He was already rock hard and you slide in front him, wanting to please him

♥Right as he groaned when you put him in your mouth the door swings open

♥You hit your head on the desk

♥Girlish scream and retreating footsteps equal Yoosung

♥"My office doesn’t have lock.“ Sudden realization.

♥At least the gallery went well1!1!

Saeran

♥ After months of getting help and gaining trust of the RFA members Saeran was officially invited into the RFA

♥ He helped you so much and the day of the party was finally here

♥When you entered the banquet hall Saeran immediately latch himself on you

♥"Can we leave?“ Ten minutes in.

♥"Please? I’ll make you feel good when we get home.”

♥He was horny and anti social

♥After more of his complaints you strike a bargain

♥"How about we go upstairs for little then come back down.“

♥Didn’t need to tell him twice

♥Once you reach an empty room he is all over you

♥Aggressive kisses, not that you mind

♥He began kissing down your neck until he reached your sweet spot making you moan

♥”Be quiet, don’t want anyone to hear.” he said before picking you up and throwing you onto the bed.

♥Saeran pinned you under him and grinded down leaving you a mess

♥Both your clothes came off at one point

♥Mid make out the door swings open

♥ “Well, this is not the correct room.” Jumin swings right back around and leaves.

♥ “I thought you locked the door!”

♥ “I thought you did!”

♥ Saeran got up locked the door, and continued where you left off.

Neighbors


Inspired by Shawn’s recent Instagram story and this line:

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?”


She sighed, looking around the mess that is her new apartment. Her back hurt, her arms were burning and she was so exhausted, she felt like passing out.

“Where do these boxes go, hun?” her dad asked, holding up a box with “books” written on it.

“Just put those in my bedroom, thanks,” she replied, taking a sip from the beer her best friend had handed her.

Moving into your new fancy place in Toronto could be really awesome but also very tiring and she groaned, seeing all the boxes in her living room she had to unpack.

Her best friend put an arm around her shoulders and as if she could read her friend’s mind she said: “Hey, the view makes this bearable, don’t you think?”

She grinned at her friend, squinting her eyes a little because the sun is shining bright on the balcony. “Yeah, true. The view made me buy this!”

“So… when’s the housewarming party?” her friend asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows.

The girl shrugged. “I have to put actual furniture here first. And clean up. And decorate.”

“Yes, yes, Miss to-do-list, I get it. It has to be perfect, I know. As always,” her friend stated, rolling her eyes.

They laughed as they go back inside and she knew she’s nowhere near done yet but she already feels at home. It’s a warm feeling. And she knew this is where she belongs.


Three weeks later

She’s on her way to the elevator, carrying a bag with groceries and another shopping bag from H&M because she just couldn’t resist buying that cute dress and the sweater she really needed as the concierge calls her name.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

She turns around. “Yes?”

“Could I ask you for a favor, please?”

She smiles a little, nodding. “Yeah, sure.”

“I have a parcel for… um,” he looks at the box, “Mister Shawn Mendes. Your neighbor. I know he hasn’t been home for quite a while but could you just take this for me? I have no space to store this and I would have asked Mrs. Johnson from 310 c but she would just forget about it, you know how she is…”

He smiles at her apologetically and she nods again. “Yeah, I can take it. I mean… I haven’t seen my neighbor yet and I don’t know him but I guess it’s a nice way to say hello”

“He’s very nice. You’ll get along perfectly,” the concierge says with a smirk. “You are both young and so hardworking! And both charming young things.”

She smiles back. “Yeah, we’ll see about that and um… thanks!”

She takes the parcel, briefly looking at it in the elevator. It says “Armani headquarters” on it and it got sent all the way from Milan. She raises her eyebrows a little.

Must be nice being a superstar. Getting free designer stuff all the time.

She felt a bit insecure when she found out who her neighbor was. 

Living door to door with a teenage pop sensation slash superstar could be a bit frightening, knowing how famous he really was.

She dreaded the thought of having lunatic fangirls standing in front of her door, screaming and shouting Shawn’s name but so far it has been very quiet and she hasn’t seen him yet as he was probably busy being the good looking popstar he was, traveling the world, making girls scream wherever he went.

She didn’t really get the hype. 

Her best friend freaked out when she found out who the mysterious neighbor was, making her want to move in with her. 

Or camping on Shawn Mendes’ doormat.

But the girl living in the condo next to him, didn’t get too excited. Sure, he was good looking and talented and cute and all of that.

But she didn’t understand how people could scream and shout, seeing him, shoving phones into his face for a selfie when he was just a regular person who happened to sing and play the guitar.

She didn’t understand until she saw him. In person.

It was a Saturday and she knew he was home.

There were footsteps in the hall, male voices, sounds of a guitar and doors shutting and she took a deep breath, brushed her hair and ringed the bell.

She wasn’t wearing anything fancy, heck, she was in her gym shorts and a loose band shirt she got at a concert some time ago. And she was wearing fuzzy socks.

Not sexy at all.

And she regretted her outfit choice as soon as she saw him, standing in the doorframe, looking like a Greek God or something. A light stubble, messy brown curls sticking up slightly, wearing black pants and a white t shirt that fitted him well and as he looked at her, eyes a bit sleepy and a wry smile spreading across his plump lips, she had to swallow thickly.

He blinked twice.

She looked down at the parcel and up at him.

“Um… hi!”

“Hi,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, smiling down at her.

“I’m your new neighbor and I wanted to say hi and I have this parcel for you and um… yeah, hi…” she rambled, blushing a bit because he was looking at her in a way that made her nervous.

He was checking her out. Briefly looking her up and down and she squared her shoulders a little.
His gaze rested on her bare legs for a little bit too long and he bit his bottom lip in a way that made her heart flutter and race and she felt hot suddenly.

“Oh, thank you so much!” he smiled brightly, taking the parcel from her. It looked tiny in his hands. “And nice to meet you,” he added, stretching his hand out. “I’m Shawn”

She shook his hand, saying her name.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

He leaned against the doorframe, obviously not in a hurry to close the door.

“I just hope I don’t bother you with my music. I’m working on something right now and it can get a bit… loud,” he said with a smug grin, dipping his head a little, after nodding into the direction of his condo.

He was towering over her, playing with the parcel in his huge hands and she looked at his long fingers, noticing a silver ring on his middle finger. He was wearing a black watch that looked cool and expensive and she pressed her lips together. She understood it now. The hype. The fangirls.

He looked like a teenage dream. Almost as if he wasn’t real.

Too handsome for his own good.

She looked up at him. “No, um, all good. I don’t mind.”

He gives her a crooked smile, licking his sinfully plump lips. “Okay, good. Just tell me if it’s too loud… and if you need anything I’m right here,” he said in that soft voice of his she already found so endearing.

She awkwardly shifted her weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, thanks! Goes both ways… the if you need anything thing… not the music thing, obviously…”

She blushed and he smiled at her, running his fingers through his curls. “Yeah,” he replied, never breaking eye contact and she felt like dying on that door mat of his.

“Okay, so I should try this on, I guess,” he frowned, looking at the parcel and she nodded.

“Must be something nice… coming from Italy,” she smiled and suddenly regretted her words. “I only saw that it’s from Milan, I didn’t…”

He laughed and it sounded like the most beautiful thing she has ever heard.

“It’s okay! All good. Yeah, they send me awesome stuff now… it’s just really cool because I actually hate going shopping,” he chuckled, blushing himself.

She smiled at him. “Oh, I can’t relate. Shopping is my favorite hobby.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, well, that’s because you’re a girl… must be natural, eh?”

She laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I guess. So cliché.”

He smirked and she looked down, avoiding his burning gaze. “Okay, um… I’ll leave you alone now… so you can try your new stuff on and yeah…”

He smiled. “Okay, yeah, see you.”

“See you,” she breathed and tried to walk gracefully back into her condo.

Don’t trip, don’t trip. Don’t mess up.

She exhaled loudly, closing the door after her and let out a little groan.
She reached for her phone because she really needed to talk to her best friend now and she quickly typed OMG CALL ME into her phone, pressing send.


Shawn sighed in frustration, looking into his empty fridge.

Living alone was not as cool as he thought it would be. His clothes were dirty and scattered on the floor in front of his washing machine, there was nothing to eat and he missed his mom.

Coming back from tour to his new posh place felt good at first but now all he wanted was to go back to Pickering to eat his mom’s roast and he started to feel jealous of his little sister who got to sleep in a freshly made bed and eat home cooked food all the time.

He groaned, looking at the stove. There was no salt. He had used everything his mom had given to him and he looked down at the chicken he was trying to make taste somewhat eatable.

He bit down on his bottom lip, turning down the John Mayer song he was listening to.
He could go to the supermarket and actually buy food – and get mobbed in the process.

Or he could ask her.

He was pretty positive that she had salt in her perfectly tidy condo with a full fridge and nice flowers everywhere. She looked like a girl who had flowers in her apartment.

And nice pillows.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind. But he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Those long, lean legs. Her nice ass, he got a good look at when she walked back to her condo.

The outlines of her obviously nicely shaped breasts through that grey band shirt and he licked his lips again.

He was feeling frustrated, coming back from tour. He was needy, antsy somehow and he had felt hot and bothered, closing the door after receiving his parcel.

Leaning against the door he had to cup himself through his pants adjusting his cock that had started to stir against his boxers that were getting all tight around his dick as she had turned around and he had watched her hips sway slightly.

There were thoughts in his head. Thoughts he shouldn’t have about a girl he didn’t know.
Inappropriate thoughts crossing his mind. About her. Naked. Moaning his name. Panting. Legs spread and back arched.

He tugged at his hair in desperation. He shouldn’t feel like this about a girl he just met but the way she blushed and rambled made him want to be dominant with her. Be rather rough. Take her from behind maybe because he loved that position and she would feel him deep inside of her.

He felt guilty, thinking that. She probably had a boyfriend anyway. And Shawn would leave for Brazil soon. So that was that.

He hesitated a bit before knocking on her door. But he took a deep breath, fixed his hair and knocked.

His heart started to race, hearing footsteps.

She opened the door and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

“Hi!” he said, his voice cracking a little. “So this thing about needing something came sooner than expected,” he said with an amused huff and she smiled up at him.

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Well, I just came home from tour and the only thing that is in my fridge is some mustard and disgusting smelling milk and I wanted to cook something but I ran out of salt,” he frowned a little, his cheeks turning pink. “That’s why I was wondering if - um – if I could borrow some?”

She nodded, giving him a beautiful genuine smile and his heart did a stupid little jumpy thing he didn’t know it could make until then.

“Sure! I got you.”

She turned around and he was about to drool. He shamelessly stared at her ass and he didn’t want to be like this. Lusting over her like some horny teenager. But he couldn’t help himself.
He totally had the hottest neighbor in all of Canada.

She came back from the kitchen. “There you go,” she smiled and his fingertips brushed over hers as he took the small package from her.

“Thank you so much! You saved me from starving! I mean I could always order pizza but I’m trying to impress my mom.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Good luck with the cooking, it smells like you burned something though.”

He looked over his shoulder in an alarmed way. “Oh, fuck, yeah, I should go look after that! Thanks again!”

And with that he ran back into his apartment, trying to save his dinner.


She looks at her freshly baked cupcakes and knows that there is no way she would eat all of that. She had baked too many cupcakes and couldn’t stop thinking about knocking on his door.

She found it way too cute how he had nothing in his fridge and here she was, practically surrounded by food.

That’s why she takes two cupcakes, arranging them on a plate. This time she is prepared. With gloss on her lips, wearing her favorite bra and a nice t shirt, denim jeans and flip flops. All wavy hair and bare tanned legs. She knocks. And waits.

Maybe he isn’t home.

She is about to turn around as she hears footsteps. And there he is.

Shirtless.

Fucking shirtless, only wearing some sweatpants he must have thrown over in a hurry.

“Hey,” he pants, looking at her, slightly confused.

“Hi! Oh. I’m sorry. Didn’t want to disturb!” she says, no, gasps.

He looks almost photoshopped. Ripped abs, defined v line, pecks and arms, defined and muscular. 

She swallows thickly, looking down.

He looks over his shoulder, an alarmed look on his face. “You aren’t! All good. Can I - er - help you?”

“No, no. I just baked those and have some left over and I thought you might like some?” she says tentatively, holding up the little plate.

He smiles in a genuine way, looking very grateful. But still tense.

“That’s so sweet. Thank you very much!”

He presses his lips together, hearing the high-pitched, female voice coming from his bedroom.

“Shawn? Who is that?”

A blonde girl comes up behind him, looking like she’s on the cover of Sport’s Illustrated or something, wearing nothing but a large men’s shirt.

And now she knows where his shirt is.

On some blonde bombshell with a D cup.

Silicone probably.

“Oh,” she squeals. “Cupcakes? Awesome!” the blonde girl grabs one, grinning at Shawn.

“Who’s that, Shawn? Your neighbor?”

Shawn looks flustered and his cheeks are red. As well as his ears.

“Yeah… that’s my neighbor.” He awkwardly introduces them and he shakes his head slightly - desperate -  at his pretty neighbor who looks shell shocked with her plate in hand.

As if he wanted to say no no she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just an one night stand. Meaningless. I swear. I was thinking about you all the time. Imagining you under me. Because you drive me crazy.

“Um-well,” she blurts out. “I should… leave, I’m sorry. Bye,” she hands Shawn the plate as if it had burned her and almost runs into her condo, leaving an embarassed Shawn behind.

He closes the door, groaning in frustration. That was not what he had planned. This shouldn’t have happened.

His one night stand should have left hours ago but she was clingy and annoying and Shawn was too polite to kick her out. But it was time now.

The blonde girl is nibbling on the icing of the cupcake and Shawn picks her clothes up, holding them up.

“Hun, I really should work now, sorry but… you know…” he says, sounding annoyed.

Her eyes widen. “Oh, I see,” she says, sounding ice cold. “I’ll leave. I get it.”

He sighs, turning around so that she could get dressed.

“Bye, Shawn! And don’t ever call me again! Asshole!” she spits out, leaving his place and he slams the door shut. 

“Yeah, bye” he snorts angrily. Just to huff a frustrated “fuck!” afterwards, letting himself fall onto his couch, hitting a pillow in frustration.


He slams his hand against her door. But she won’t open. Of course not.

“Hey! I know you’re home! Come on! Please! Open the door!” he yells.

He rings the bell again. Over and over until it starts to get annoying.

She opens the door with an annoyed huff.

“What?” she hisses. “I’m working on a paper and I need to concentrate. If you would stop ringing my doorbell- that would be nice. Thanks,” and she proceeds to slam the door into his face.

He’s quick, sliding a huge foot into the doorframe.

“No! Wait!”

She rolls her eyes at him, opening the door again.

“Your plate! Here!” he awkwardly holds it up, handing it over to her. “Tasted so good, really! Thank you!”

“Mhm,” she breathes out in an annoyed way. She isn’t exactly mad at him. She’s mad at herself. For believing that she would actually have the tiniest bit of a chance with this guy who looked like a young god and lived the superstar lifestyle. Fucking blonde bombshells included.

“She isn’t - that wasn’t - that girl is not my girlfriend,” he blurts out.

“I don’t care, Shawn”

“Okay. Just wanted to make that clear. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he frowns, brows furrowed, curls messy and bopping a little.

“What do you want to hear? I don’t care about your love life or whatever… we don’t even know each other.”

She looks him in the eye, looking dead serious.

He licks his lip nervously and steps closer so that he towers over her, hands on either side of the doorframe. He looks down at her and gulps, tilting his head a little. 

“Wanna, like– I mean, if you’re not busy… We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” he asks, feeling his cheeks get bright red as well as the top of his ears and he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

She tilts her chin up a bit.

“I have to see about that - I actually am busy right now.”

She sounds distant and he sighs.

“Come on… please… I’d love to get to know you.”

She nibbles on her bottom lip. And he wants to kiss her so bad. Part those pretty lips with his and slip his tongue into her mouth. 

He wants, wants, wants her.

“Really?” she says, barely audible.

She knew there were girls out there who would sell their souls for this. A date with Shawn Mendes.

He nods. Eyes dark.

“I’m not who you think I am. I don’t have a different girl every night,” he says quickly.

“I know what you’re thinking. That I’m some stupid teenage star who has a lot of hook ups and gets drunk in fancy bars but I’m not!” he adds. “I’m a regular dude. Really.”

She shrugs. “I don’t really think ‘bout you so you’re good.”

His face falls. “O-okay, right, yeah. I shouldn’t have assumed that.”

His shoulders hang a bit as well as his head and he wants to turn around but she holds him back. “No wait! Sorry, that was kinda rude. I’m just- I mean… coffee would be nice,” she breathes out and his face lights up again.

It frustrates her how freaking adorable he looks like that, smiling, looking like a lovesick puppy.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean- it’s just coffee, right?”

“Just coffee,” he grins.

And he’s already so involved in this. He loves the chase. The thrill. And he can’t wait for what’s to come. 

anonymous asked:

Steve and Natasha's son is having trouble with bullies. He's half Natasha, so he's got fiery red hair, and he's half Steve so of course he wants to fight the bullies who tease him about said hair. Natasha's away on a mission, so it's up to papa Steve to advise their son on what to do.

Natasha’s on assignment for at least another week, if not two. Which isn’t the problem, really. He’s confident in his skills as a father and a caretaker in general.  But.

But he is absolute shit when it comes to bullies.  Especially when it’s bullies and his son.  He’s not exactly surprised by his own reaction, granted, but he could do with a dose of Nat’s calm approach to these sorts of situations. 

Mark is picking at his dinner and studying the grain of the table far more intensely than it really warrants.  Steve thinks he understands now what he means when he hears other parents gripe about how hypocritical they feel telling their kids not to smoke when they’re sneaking a butt when they need one.   

“I’m not going to pretend I didn’t start a lot of fights, and I’m not going to pretend that you shouldn’t stand up to bullies.”   

Mark startles out of his thoughts, looking up to his father at Steve’s sudden outburst.

“They think it’s weird.” Mark screws his face up, light smattering if freckles across his nose shifting.  “Orange and just.”  He huffs.

“Your mother is way better at this than I am.  I don’t think you should get into a fight.”  Steve holds up a hand seeing Mark open his mouth.  “I know I did it.  Ask your Uncle where it landed me, more often than not.”

Mark cracks a smile at that.  “Bucky says you were black and blue as often as you were blond.”

Steve smirks.  “Every day.” He schools his features. “Listen.  You got no reason to be ashamed of what you look like.  Only 2% of people in the world have hair like you and Mum.”  He pauses.  “Look. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but sometimes, sometimes envy looks like other things.”

Mark shrugs, spearing a carrot with his fork.  “Doesn’t change nothin’ about the jerks at school.”

Steve reaches across the table to smooth his thumb over the spot just above Mark’s shiner.  “I need you to stop fighting.  Just because you can win doesn’t mean you should fight.”

Mark huffs, exasperated, and sets his fork down to pin his father with a look he inherited from Natasha.  “What should I do, then?”

Steve sighed.  “You know, my Ma –your grandma- always told me to tell the truth.  I always did, and I’m not about to stop now.  I don’t know.  It wasn’t a lesson I ever learned, not fighting.”

Mark smirked.  “So I’ve heard.”

“Sass. –What I mean is, I know I’m supposed to tell you something about compassion and ignoring it or rising above it or that they’re taking their unhappiness out on you and that might all be true but,” Steve lowered his voice as if Natasha could hear him from wherever she was, “I’d still like to Have Words with those kids myself, even though I know the principal already did.”

“Dad.”

“Your old man only has so many good speeches in him.  Let’s work on this one together.”

Mark studied him for several long seconds before snatching Steve’s phone from the counter behind him.  

“What’re you doing?”

“Texting Uncle Bucky.”  Mark didn’t bother looking up.  “He wanted to know if the day ever came you admitted you didn’t know everything.”

  • *the Library*
  • Sherlock: *staring at a Remembrall*
  • Molly: *studying; looks up, amused* Since when did you need one of those?
  • Sherlock: *still staring* Mycroft sent it. His idea of a joke.
  • Molly: *smiles* I see.
  • Sherlock: *sighs* It keeps turning red; not sure why.
  • Molly: It means you've forgotten something.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Well, it's clearly broken. Maybe you can help...
  • Molly: *frowns* How am I supposed to know what you've forgotten?
  • Sherlock: *leans over the table; snogs her*
  • -Remembrall turns grey-
  • Sherlock: *sits back; smug*
  • Molly: *blushing; fondly* You cocky git.
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favorite once upon a time moments | 17/??

2.06, emma swan and snow white.

It’s 1920 something, I am 19 years old and I am already married to a broad chest of drawers,
This makes it easier to compartmentalize: I am young, I have green eyes, I am not happy, I have all of my hands, and I am in love with a woman that I will never touch
I understand that I have little choice in the wars I will be a part of, and I accept my place in the trenches.
I watch the children dig, I think about holding her hand, and I sew my thoughts shut.
I tell myself that this is survival, that if I bury myself no one else can.

It is the late 1600’s. She is made of fire, and she is so beautiful it feels wrong to not stare. I reach my hand out and I don’t get the luxury of warmth, just ash. Just the smell.

It is 1973 when I meet her again, we are upstairs in a lounge and I forget that I shouldn’t touch her, and you should know what happens next.

It is 1940 and I am married to the only option. She lives across the street and when the men are away we bake cakes, which is not a metaphor. When she leaves and he returns, I hold him as tight as I can trying to mask the scene. I tell him to smother me, he won’t. I tell him to grab rocks for my pockets, he won’t. I tell him to grab a shovel, he does, unfortunately this is a metaphor.

It is a fictional universe, it’s the farthest we’ve gotten. Her hair smells like lavender all of the time even when it’s probably dirty. Under the moon, we make fun of the stars, what silly men and silly love, and she laughs, and I touch her face, and by morning I am dead again.

There are two options: buried or burned, and it’s an act of bravery to still be alive. I never thought I would be an angry screaming lesbian, but I am tired of writing eulogies.

It is early 2016, my very straight friend is confused that people are still scared to talk about who they are in love with.
It is the first day someone outside of my friends finds out I’m not interested in men and he says hes going to “fuck me straight”

I go to sleep crying because I can’t believe I can openly love another woman and I wake up crying because I can’t believe I forgot I can die for openly loving another woman.

This is not about love this is about death and they are not the same thing.

—  Bury Your Gays, ALEX BETH
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Coccinelle meets Black Cat.

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Reader x Kol

Requested by Anon

“Well we are looking delicious tonight?” Kol smiled and bowed, the girl at your side whispering to you, letting you know who he was.

“You know my brothers?” You asked although the way it was said told Kol it wasn’t a question, more demand as to how the stranger knew you.

“Yes, although not as well as my siblings know them.” He admitted and you rolled your eyes as a delicate fan was placed in your hand, your Au Pair hissing that you were old enough to take a Beau so you should display your affections properly.

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She fell in love with you, your eyes, your hair, your fucking smile. But all you wanted to do was hurt her and you don’t know why. You don’t know why you decided to forget her real beauty, you don’t know why you left someone so forgiving and that’s what hurts her the most. Not because you cheated or kissed another woman, not because you slept in bed with her best friend. Sure those things hurt a lot, but what hurt her the most, what killed her inside was that she didn’t know why you left. Why you left when she forgave you or why she decided to sleep in the same bed you slept with her best friend in.

Maybe kindness is killing her instead of you.

—  Theo Aguirre
Everyone always says that the first thing you’ll forget is the sound of their voice, but that.is.a.lie. Because when it’s so early in the morning that the sun is just beginning to grace the day with its presence and my thoughts so loud that i can’t breath it’s your voice that’s haunting me. The way you said my name is causing the tears to fall from my eyes because it’s all I can hear anymore. I wish I could forget how your voice sounded when it was 4am and I couldn’t sleep. I just wish I could forget you and everything you left behind.
—  4am
it’s okay, that’s love 01

➾ water polo player!jimin x psychiatrist!reader
ft the rest of bangtan

requested by this anon 

➾ warnings: mentions of mental illnesses (depression, anxiety, ocd, split personality disorder etc), self harm, angst, fluff, smut 

➾ word count: 8.3k

➾ Summary: People are constantly making some kind of connection with each other- be it friendship or romance. But human bonds always lead to messy complications; commitment, sharing, driving people to the airport, letting them get up close and personal with the darkest parts of ourselves. And sure- it’s scary as hell to watch them cross those boundaries you’ve so meticulously drawn, but it’s okay, because that’s love.

➾ disclaimer: this is purely a work of fiction and i do not claim to be a qualified mental health professional. this work is not intended to provide any medical advice of any sort, please consult a licensed physician instead. 

a/n: so this is it! my attempt at starting a series that deals with slightly more touchy and sensitive topics. please do not ask me when the next update will be out, check my updates page instead!!
 tagging my favourite people to scream with @blueagust and @yoongihime and @jheartseok thank you for being so lovely and enduring supporting me no matter how much i rant to you <3 

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Commander Lexa - 03x05

Italian Pidge (shitty)headcanons

- Both Colleen and Sam are italian/american (Sam’s mom is italian from Rome,  Colleen’s mom is italian from Cosenza /my city, lol/)
- Pidge and Matt spent a lot of time with both their grandmothers and they understand very well both italian and the dialects their grannies spoke, but picked up Cosenza’s dialect curse words most cuz Colleen’s mom was more keen to swear in front of them (Colleen wasnt happy). Also, Sam doesnt understand most of calabrese dialect so they could whisper curses under their breath and get away with it for the first year.
- Matt speaks italian more, he went to visit his italian relatives a few times for holidays and summer vacations.
- Pidge rarely speaks italian, but knows all the cursewords. And she will use them against teammates and enemies.
- Shiro learned some swears due to being Matt’s friend.
- Pidge: PORCO CAZZO ( literally pig dick, but used as holy fuck)
Shiro: *stern look of disapproval* i know enough italian to be disappointed.
Pidge: oh cmon, did my dad influenced you too with his no curse policy?
Shiro: swear jar.
Pidge: sigh
- Seriously, she’ll insert cazzo or minchia (same thing, but more typical of south italy) in any sentence if shiro isnt around.
- Something goes wrong:*deadpan* beh, vaffanculo. (well, fuck)
- Coran picked up some swears and Shiro is SO DONE.
- Pidge: Ci vidi? (can you see?)
Galra enemy:???
Pidge: E vid’ i tinni ji affanculu (then see if you can go fuck off)
- Pidge: *dead tired* Gesù Cristo perché (jesus christ why)
- Pidge: *computer frozes* ‘nculacchitem- (fuck you and your dead ancest-)
Shiro: LANGUAGE
Pidge: You cannot know this one too!
Shiro: Matt used to swear a lot, i know all of your curse words.
Pidge: uggh not fair
- Pidge:*punching an enemy in the face* piglia e porta ara casa e diciacc’ a mammata ca su cirase. (take and bring it home, and tell your mother its cherries)
-Pidge hacks galra’s computer to say “Aru Cu’” (up your ass) when they infiltrate into any facility.
- Pidge:*breaks into galra ships* Senz’essari chiamati simu vinuuuutiiiii (without being called we came here/ its a traditional song usually sung during christmas time, but we sing it as a joke any given time when we visit someone with short notice)
- teammate does something really stupid: *shakes head* Cchi cap’i minchia. (what a dickhead/ its affectionate in this case tho.)
- Pidge:*neck deep in research papers but not getting a thing out of it* Ia a Santu Nente (curse Saint Nothing /we have the bad habit to curse saints but some prefer using this sentece cuz its not actually a saint. Yeah i know, strange.)
- teammate is being annoying: Mo m’ha popu rutt’ i cugliuni (now you really pissed me off/ but more vulgar, literally “you broke my balls”)
Shiro: KATIE HOLT
Pidge: ugghhh i keep forgetting you know
- Pidge:*unconsciously humming under her breath while working* Ohi ca muaru, ca muaru, ca muaru ppi na gulia c’all’uartu ci sta. (oh i’m dying, i’m dying, i’m dying to eat a delicacy in my garden/another traditional song)
- When she was little, Matt convinced her of the existence of the Monachieddru (little monk, a trickster spirit) and she tried to catch him.
- Due to spanish and italian having roots in latin, sometimes Lance kinda of understands what she’s mumbling. They do a game where one says a word in spanish and the other find a similar word in italian and find out the differences.
Lance: yo pidge, pass the aceite
Pidge: *passes vinegar*
Lance: i said aceite
Pidge: yeah i gave it to you!
Lance: thats vinagre
Pidge:…??? Oh right. *passes oil*
(aceite is oil in spanish, acit’ is vinegar in cosenza’s dialect)

Here  it is all that i can think of. Dont take it seriously, im just having too much fun with this thing!

Are You Drunk?

Pairing: Peter X Reader
Warnings: Language, Underage Drinking
A/N: Here’s another Peter one :D This is from a prompts list - “Are you drunk?” & “I think I’m in love with [him], and I’m terrified.”

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“This is stupid,” Peter muttered to Ned as they walked up to Liz’s house party. It was already in full swing, and he didn’t doubt that some partiers were already drunk, if Liz had brought alcohol. “If you hadn’t blurted out that I knew Spider-Man, we wouldn’t have to be here!”

“Come on man, Y/N will be here,” Ned teased, causing Peter to roll his eyes. “You got the suit, right?”

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  • Dahyun: Hey Sana, my love, my honey. Do you think maybe, since we're dating, that we give Momo a joint present. You know, give her something together.
  • Sana: Did you forget to get Momo a gift?
  • Dahyun: ...
  • Dahyun: yes
  • Sana: And now you want to put your name on the gift I got Momo so she doesn't realise you forgot about her?
  • Dahyun: ...
  • Dahyun: yes

i love…literally every woman in the mass effect series. all of them. love them. so much.