and then giggle about them

don’t imagine dan and phil on their last night in the london apartment, lying in phil’s shitty wicker bed and reminiscing about all the memories of the place that has sheltered them for the last five years, the good and the bad

don’t imagine them facing each other and staring into each other’s eyes, holding one hand in between them and giggling endlessly about the cracks and dents in the walls and floor due to the age of the building, and the ones they managed to make themselves over the years

don’t imagine them whispering quietly to each other about how excited they are for the new place, and how much they can’t wait for this next big step in their lives because as sad as it is to leave this place behind, many more amazing things still lie ahead of them

don’t imagine them cuddling up to each other before they fall asleep, dan wrapping his arms around phil’s waist and burying his face in his chest while phil rests his chin on top of dans head, rubbing the younger boys back- a position they’ve been in for thousands of nights, but it’s the last time that it’s happening in that particular bed, in that particular room, in that particular flat

don’t imagine dan whispering into phil’s chest when the older boy is fast asleep: “i don’t care where we go; as long as i’m with you, i’ll always be home”

anonymous asked:

Leela, oh man I can't wait to read your response to this video, tbh while I was watching it, half of my brain was just thinking about how much I was looking forward to your reaction

this is so unbelievably sweet and i can’t believe that you look forward to hearing my thoughts so much!! i’m going to be completely dead honest with yall (when am i not tbh) … i was not one of the people who was super jazzed about the idea of a pastel edits video. i totally sided with dan in his past live show responses about the idea–that there’s no cohesive culture or stereotypical tropes around “pastel” that they could try to imitate, and also (though he didn’t say this) that it’s basically just a product of a sort of sexualized trope that tumblr seemed to make up out of thin air. i think i generally felt that at worst it would make them really uncomfortable, and at best it would just be a video of them putting on random pastel clothes and maybe wigs and making fun of the whole concept and that’s about it. so like. god damn, i was not prepared for how good this was nor the boundaries that it pushed, especially coupled with the tweet from dan preceding it. and even though there was still a lot of mockery and grumbling about it, especially from dan, i was not prepared for how much they would genuinely enjoy it and have fun with it. i think that’s just a testament to them and their connection/chemistry more than anything–it seems like there are very few scenarios and situations they get into together that they don’t end up completely loving and enjoying almost purely bc of how much they’re able to make each other laugh and bring each other joy. but also, in this case, bc they were so visibly enjoying the opportunity to touch and flirt and see each other wear a totally different look to their norm (and incidentally those exact things were what made punk edits irl such an incredible video too).

that being said, it wasn’t all just flirting and softness. there was some unexpected depth to this, or at least, a lot of room for me to speculate about what it might mean for them to be making a video like this, speculate about how they might feel about it, etc. and in order to do that i’m going to discuss a whole bunch of things that happened in the vid in three general categories: soft things, sarcastic things, and sexual things lol. one overarching observation to begin though: um. not to objectify but. phil is lookin damn fine. idk if his running/gyming are already having an impact but he somehow looked really well built in that t-shirt in a way i don’t think i’m used to seeing, so. ok. just had to get that out of the way.

1. soft things:

obvi, deeper analysis aside, there was a lot of genuinely sweet, wholesome, lovely shit happenin’ in this vid and it all had me close to tears. first of all. the brief and gut-wrenching return of the music from the blindfolded cat game vid and the dan and phil do poppen kookin vid, aka the softest videos known to mankind. thx phil. also interesting bc that means he def associates that music with softness and maybe he thinks about those videos as being soft and adorable and pure in the same way that we do. then,,,, phil going so high pitched when he talks about dans curls and saying that he’s ‘obsessed’ and dan getting all flustered when phil touches his hair and forgetting how to talk lol. “am i consenting you?” same. just generally, this was a video full of phil being rly into dans neck tattoo and dans curls and,,,, dan. just generally lmao. ik they lie all the time about preparing for videos and make it sound like phil does all the preparation even when dan has a hand in it, but in this case i really want to believe that phil actually went out (or online) shopping for dan and picked out that sweater and dungarees mostly bc he thought it’d be rly cute to see dan wearing them, which is why he also seemed to expend less effort on shopping for his own outfits. i loved his emphatically positive comments about the various elements of the get-up like when he was putting the tattoo on dan’s neck and told him that it would look amazing in such an earnest completely non-sarcastic way!!!! and a bit earlier when dan decided to also compliment phil out of nowhere, ALSO in such a genuine and emphatic and non-sarcastic way, regarding his “accurate cutting out” skills. the way that dan was instinctively so happy with phil’s arm tattoo and his first thought was to tell phil it matches his eyes before he naturally diluted it by slipping into a sarcastic tone of voice. and the way that he was so supportive of phil’s blue wig in a way that went beyond “u look good,” but rather was more along the lines of “u look good AND this fits with this deeper thing about you that i love so much and that shows how deeply i know you, namely the way that you want to make an impact when u enter a room” ahhhhhh goodness i think they both really found each other to be very pretty in these outfits, and doing a video like this is is as much a fun and exciting thing for them to experience as it is for us to watch.

one thing that really stood out to me was the moment when dan talks about feeling like he wants to do some ‘soft’ things after assuming this new persona and then he lists some examples of what those might be: writing a poem, cloud gazing, buying some sorbet, and then phil pitches in with surfing off the edge of a waterfall … which like,,, what? lmao. but the reason this moment hit me so hard is because it was the first point in watching the video that i realized that they were completely avoiding associating the concept of “pastel” with some more generalized concept of “femininity” and rather, just associating it with softness and aesthetic choices, both of which they proceeded to discuss throughout the video with absolutely no gender typecasting attached. so in this exchange, it really struck me that even when they were listing ‘soft activities’ they didn’t say anything about wanting to do activities that are stereotypically girly, nor did they shy away from talking about embracing things that could be perceived in that way like writing poetry or hugging unicorns or eating sorbet or whatever else. really the only mention of gender at all during the video was when phil talks about finding male underwear (on dan’s laptop btw, i just need to point that out) and even then they were just bemused at the idea that men would *want* to embrace the pastel but feel the need to hide it under their jeans lol. idk,, i’ve written about this before at great length (especially last year when dan bought the rhinestoned gatorland hat) but it’s just so lovely to see both of them progress to this point of total comfort with how they might be perceived and give absolutely no mind at all to any nasty stereotypes that people might launch at them for being two men in an extremely close relationship deciding to dress up in pink and touch each other and hold rainbow umbrellas and light up unicorns. like. the very THOUGHT of that happening a few years ago would be totally absurd especially with dan’s own seemingly internalized homophobia and both of their enforcement of gender binaries/heteronormativity. and yet, it’s a point that i will never stop making bc i can’t adequately express how happy it makes me: dan and phil have grown so much. we’ve watched them blossom into these self-assured people who are confident not only in themselves but in their relationship with each other, who are proud not only of themselves but of their relationship with each other, and who no longer feel such an innate need to hide.

2. sexual things:

in a similar vein, there was so much surprisingly overt sexual flirting and innuendo in this video that absolutely was not demanded by the situation at all. with last years halloween baking, one could make the argument that it’d be hard to mess about with melted chocolate and poke sticks into balls without making a lot of innuendos and giggling at them. but,,, there’s nothing in any way sexual about phil clipping on dan’s overalls for him….like. it was a completely innocent thing for phil to do. but dan decided to say “strapping me up on camera there’s a certain audience for this sort of video” while it was happening, as though *inviting* us to interpret this sexually, putting the thought into our heads on his own terms. the same applies to the tweet teasing the video. first of all he didn’t need to tweet at all but he did, to promo a video that wasn’t even on his own channel i want to point out. and if he wanted to promo it he could’ve just done a generic “just got done filming with phil” tweet or even a “wow just got done filming with phil and now we’re so messy” tweet but instead of leaving it there he took it to an explicitly sexual place of his own accord and, again, on his own terms. i can’t think of an explanation for this besides the notion that dan wants us to get used to thinking about them in sexual contexts, and he’s trying to push back a little on the strictly platonic and g-rated image they’ve built for themselves and their interactions. of course one could easily point out as a counter-argument that this isn’t the absolute first time they’ve made sexual comments about themselves. a good fairly recent example, but still pre-baking universe, was when they did the 3 legged ddr video on dapg and dan kept making comments about bondage and whatnot. but that still seems so different to me than many of the examples from this video for two reasons: first because, as mentioned before, the situation in the 3 legged ddr vid, in which they were literally taping themselves together, kind of demands innuendo in a more immediate way than like, strapping on overalls does. and, second, because the comments in that vid still seemed a tad uncomfortable, somewhat like dan envisioning the way that people would be screaming about these moments and sexualizing them anyway, and feeling forced to acknowledge the sexual overtones of the situation himself to get out in front of it. in this video, the difference is that dan truly and happily *went out of his way* to make these sexual and flirty comments, about the overalls, about tattooing phil’s penis or his ass, about phil biting him if he (dan) mentions cotton candy. and on and on. like,,,,, totally unnecessary, totally comments that dan made of his own volition bc he *wanted* to and *chose* to and that is so so important to me.

at the same time, phil, while less vocal in his flirting, broke the g-rated boundaries in his own ways, especially, and probs most memorably, by unzipping his trousers plainly in view of the camera and then plainly in view of dan. i was really shocked to see that and felt like i’d been totally transported back to 2008 lol. they’re both making these conscious decisions to unravel certain parts of this veneer they’ve had in place for so long and it’s something so exciting and monumental to me.

3. sarcastic comments:

as exciting as all of the above is, there hasn’t been a total transformation yet. there was still some visible discomfort with aspects of what they were doing, mostly on dan’s part, but a bit on phil’s as well, and to me it came out mostly in the form of super sarcastic comments sprinkled throughout the video. at 2:38 when dan says “it’s just like so pastel,” in the most mocking voice of all time. pretty much the whole time they are looking thru the example pics and trying not to make fun of the edits, but then basically openly shitting on the whole concept of aesthetic moodboards and whatnot. the “this is so stupid” comment that dan makes around that time. at 5:38 phil saying, “wow dan you look so soft.” this one is less clear but to me it definitely sounded sarcastic and mocky. at 6:59 the voice/face dan uses when he says “these soft knees. woowwwww.” at 9:07 when dan asks, “what is my life? why do i keep agreeing to these stupid videos? … do you deserve this?” and then at the end, phil saying “the things we do for you guys” and promoting dan’s channel, with dan quickly reassuring people his content is “not like this.” there are just these threads of self-consciousness and self-awareness that i don’t think they were fully able to shake, and an awareness specifically that this video seems/feels a lot like pandering, or at least specifically responding to something that was so vehemently requested by the audience and that they’re pretty clearly doing it just to “give the people what they want” (even though of course they ended up appearing to love it and have so much fun with it). this whole aspect of video-making for an audience is always going to be a tricky one for them, because they both pride themselves on originality and creativity and a so-called quality threshold and all that other bullshit, so choosing to make a video that is such a fervent fan request and that doesn’t involve the same creative energy that they’d normally want probably makes them somewhat uncomfortable (esp if that video is one where they have to literally dress up as a popular fan fantasy and touch each other a lot). that’s why it was so particularly interesting to me to hear phil say “well we’re on my channel there’s no integrity here,” because from *our* perspective it’s true that phil seems to care less about the quality threshold that dan talks about, and that he’s happy to put up fluff content (with dan) quite frequently whether it be a phil is not on fire or a day in the life or a baking vid or whatever else. phil’s clearly speaking in amusement and jest when he says his channel has no integrity but undelrying the humor is a clear separation they seem to see between the purpose of their channels and i was surprised to hear it reiterated so directly. this coupled with what we know about phil being more business-minded, having an on-camera presence that seems to be more different from his real self than dan’s, censoring himself, keeping his thoughts somewhat reserved, ,,, there are lots of connections here that i’m seeing but not finding the best words for in this moment. i think what i mean is that phil views his channel as entertainment in the most literal and fundamental way: the purpose is to please the audience, make them feel good and happy, and give them what they want to see. that process doesn’t necessarily require him to put a lot of himself out there. on the flip side dan sees his channel and his content as true artistic endeavors that are representative of who he is, his value as a creator and maybe even as a person since he connects so much of his self-assigned meaning of life to his career. all of this is shit we knew, but. i’ve never heard phil comment so glibly and cavalierly about that divide. the comment felt super important to me.

overall: there’s such a strongly purposive quality to everything dan and phil choose to do. even amongst all of the sensory onslaught of this video, the scenes of dan stroking phil’s arm and phil cooing over dan’s curls and both of them referencing sex and sexual situations so much, it’s this mindfulness, the transparently premeditated nature of it all, that hit me hardest and that i cannot stop thinking about. they’ve made so much progress in such a relatively short space, with their comfort levels and their confidence and their ability to disregard audience perceptions or, if they do regard it, to at least not let it dictate their behavior so damn much. ultimately with a video like this, when so much seems to have shifted, my mind always goes back to the frame-by-frame way in which videos are edited and the consequently frame-by-frame way that dnp watched this video back, looked at every joke they made, every touch they shared, and decided to leave things in as they were. decided to sit and maybe draft a tweet together that very consciously broke down their carefully constructed walls. it all is very deliberate and that matters. this video could definitely in my opinion be remembered as a turning point much like halloween baking if it is followed by more behavior that pushes boundaries, more conversation about defying gender roles and stereotypes, more sexual humor, etc. it was so exciting to watch and i’m so proud of them on so many levels.

(dan and phil pastel edits irl

Grandpa Rome Modern Headcanons

- Lovino saying something rude as hell to Feliciano and grandpa Rome just yells “SAVAGE LOVI” and the whole room is now silent

- Grandpa Rome having an airhorn sound effect on his phone and he plays it whenever the boys score a goal in soccer or any other sport

-Grandpa Rome singing Taylor swift on their long ass road trip and constantly telling the boys to shake it off with him

- grandpa rome taking mirror selfies

- Lovino not following him on Instagram(but literally everyone else in the hetalia cast follows him. Even Germany.)

-Feli comes up with the best memes to show his grandfather, so he can learn. So far, his favorite meme is Doge or John Cena.

47. Metal Arm Kink

Word Count: 3,139
A/N: I got super carried away with this and I really hope I didn’t ramble and it comes off the way I want it to. Hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Bucky overhears Y/N talking with Natasha and Wanda about the things she wants him to do to her with his metal fingers. He’s happy to oblige. 
Written by: @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes

Originally posted by retardell

As you walked into the compound, a bottle of wine in each hand, you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling in your chest. When you entered the common room, you were happy to see Natasha and Wanda already there, pizza and chips on the coffee table, and wine glasses ready to be filled. They looked up when you entered, cheering when they saw the alcohol in your hand. You sat on the floor with the couch to your back and handed Nat one of the bottles.

 “I’m so glad we’re doing this.” Wanda said as you opened the bottle of white wine and poured yourself a glass. “It feels like there’s so much testosterone in this place. It’ll be nice to be just us girls for a few hours.” You kicked your shoes off and leaned back, drink in hand. The guys had all decided that they needed a night out to relieve some stress. We had decided that a night involving sweaty, drunken strangers wasn’t something we were feeling so we decided to enjoy the quiet and have a girls’ night in.

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Growing feelings (M)

Request- new girl at school jungkook x reader some smut and a lot of fluff. 

A/N- Hey! I’m sorry this is up so late. Thank you so much for requesting, I hope you enjoy!  Sorry it’s not all that smutty, it’s legit just kissing ~ sorry! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned!

Originally posted by sugutie

Today was your first day at your new school. You were moved to a different country, all due to your mom getting an amazing job offer she couldn’t refuse. You were happy for her, but leaving your friends behind was hard. You spent the summer in (what ever country please), so you made a few friends already. 

Joy was a good friend to you, you moved into the house beside hers. She welcomed you into her group of friends, which was great. You wouldn’t be alone on the first day. She told you all about her boyfriend, Hoseok and his friends. You had seen pictures of them, and you had to admit they were hot as fuck. 

You walked through your new school doors. People hugging their friends they haven’t seen all summer. Everyone gushing and gossiping about what they did and what everyone else did, or who they did. You spotted Joy and walked over to her. 

“You’re here!” She remarked, getting off of Hoseoks lap. She pulled you into a hug. 

“Well obviously.” You rolled your eyes, giggling hugging her back. You pull away to see seven faces staring at you. The hot as fuck boys from the pictures Joy showed you. “Hi.” Is all you can say. 

“Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is the boys.” Joy informs you. The boy with messy brown hair, pink running through it, was breath taking. You couldn’t stop staring at his prefect face. And prefect it was. “Let’s see your timetable.” Joy grabs the sheet of paper in your hand. 

“Oh you have history, with Jungkook. Kookie will you be a dear and show Y/N where to go?” Who was this Kookie? Then a deep honey voice takes you out of your confusion. 

“Yeah, shall we?” Hot boy with messy hair is Jungkook. Fuck. Even looking at him was making heat form between your thighs. He stands up and turns down the hall, you follow suit. He sticks his hand out. “Jungkook.” 

“Y/N.” You shake his hand back. You and Jungkook wall side by side to your history class. You can feel his gaze on you the whole way there. You cheeks heat up. He was so fucking beautiful, it wasn’t fair. You wondered if he had a girlfriend. Like he was hot, he must have. Right? 

As the weeks go by you make more and more friends. Everyone seemed to like you. But your feelings for Jungkook grow and grow. Joy often brought you to their basket ball games, as Hoseok was on the team. So was Jungkook. Seeing him dripping in sweat, pushing his hair back. New panties please, these a ruined. Every girl in your school was in love with him. Everyone of them wore skimpy dresses and pushed up their boobs, but that wasn’t you. You weren’t going to change your ripped jeans for anything. Ripped jeans are life. 

Your mind often drifted to Jungkook, would he ever look at you as a romantic partner. You were to scared to find out. You were sitting on the side lines of P.E class, the basket ball team got to practice, as they have the champion ship final in a week. You sat there day dreaming and didn’t notice the ball coming towards your head. Next thing you know your on the floor, blood gushing out of your nose. Some girls scream you roll your eyes putting a hand over your nose, to try and stop some on the blood flow. 

“Oh fuck, Are you okay? I’m so sorry.” Someone helps you off the floor. You can’t see them. 

“Jeon, take her to the nurse.” The coach yells. Jeon, as in Jeon Jungkook. The world can be cruel sometimes, but at least you get to look at him. You start to walk, Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist and his other holding your wrist, that is at your face. You both get to the nurses office, he opens the door. 

“She’s on break, but let’s wait for her here.” Jungkook states. He drops his hold on your wrists and lifts you up on the bed. His hands are still on your hips, as he leans down to look you in the eye. “I’m really sorry about your face. I didn’t mean to hit you.” 

“Look, it’s cool. Don’t worry, shit happens.” You brush it off. “But could you hand me some tissues.” You ask sweetly. Jungkook eyes widen, he shuffles away grabbing about twenty tissues and hands them to you. You giggle at how flustered he is. “Thank you.” 

That day Jungkook stayed by your side and brought you out for ice-cream to say sorry. The feelings, they wont go. They keep growing stronger. The way he looked in your eyes, his smile, his laugh. It was getting harder to ignore them. So when Joy told you Hoseok was throwing a house party, because his parents where going to New York for the week. You thought let’s dress up and give it all I got. 

“What do I wear?” You ask your friend from back home over Facetime. 

“Oh, your black dress. You know the one that his tight at the top and flows out from your waist. You always look soooo fine in that. Damn!” You giggle. 

“You think?” 

“I know!” She shouts. You take her advice and put on your little black dress, pairing it with a choker and some heels. You weren’t over done, but just enough. You weren’t big into wearing dresses that show the top of your ass off. You apply some make-up and straighten your hair. You looked gorgeous, to say the least. 

Jungkook POV- 

“Do you think Y/N will come?” Jungkook asks Taehyung. Buttoning his pants. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out already? Like you never shut the fuck up about her. If you don’t kiss her tonight, I will.” Taehyung knew Jungkook was jealous and wouldn’t let him touch you, but this was the push he needed. 

Ever since he first saw Jungkook wanted to ask you out. He thought you were amazing. He loved your laugh, your sarcastic comments that amused everyone. He wanted to be able to celebrate his victory in basket ball with you the way Hoseok did with Joy. He wanted to introduce you as his girlfriend to people. He wanted you. His feelings for you grew more and more… every time the clock ticked. 

Walking into the party, Jungkook scanned the floor for you. His eyes fall on you, your talking to girls in your class. You’re smiling. It was now or never. Just as Jungkooks about to walk over to you. 

“Let’s play spin  the bottle.” Taehyung shouts, he grabs Jungkook and pushes him down on the floor to sit next to him. Jungkook sees You and Jimin walking over, you sit in front of Jungkook. 

“Okay everyone knows how to play. You spin, who ever it lands on you kiss. Simple. Lets play!” Taehyung shouts, Jungkook wants to kill him. What if someone gets you, or what if you get someone who isn’t him? Fuck Taehyung, you bastard! 

“I’ll spin first.” Taehyung spins the bottle.. It lands on Hwasa. The group cheer. All Jungkook can think is, safe. No one was locking lips with you yet. And he had to say you looked gorgeous tonight, in your little back dress. The neck few spins, your safe.. until Jackson lands on you. Fuck sake Taehyung! 

“Kiss, kiss, kiss.”Taehyung shouts giggling like a twelve year old girl. Jackson leans and so do you… but a hand blocks his lips from touching yours. Your turn to see a fuming Jungkook. He picks you up and guides you out of the house. He slams the door behind him. 

End of Jungkooks POV- 

“Jungkook, what’s wrong?” You ask, heart beating a mile a minute. Jungkook leads you to his car, he opens the passenger door for you. You slip in and he gets in the other side. He cups your face and smashes his lips to yours. You melt under his touch. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, asking to enter. You open your mouth to let his tongue play with yours. Your hands creep around his neck, while his move down to your hips. He pulls away, locking eyes with you. 

“I had to kiss you, your my good luck charm.” He states. 


“You were at ever game this season, but one. The one you didn’t come to we lost. Your my good luck charm.” He smiles down at you. 

“You talk some shite.” You giggle, making him chuckle. 

“I also really like you.” Fuck. Can you scream, Jungkook likes you. You, Y/N. You feel like your dreaming. You climb over the console and straddle his hips.You lean down to capture his lips again. His hands roaming your body groping your breasts and ass. Tongues tangling together, your start to grind down on him. You feel his hardening bulge, you smirk against his mouth. 

“I like you, too. If you couldn’t tell.” You smile, kissing his nose. 

“Your coming home with me tonight baby.” Jungkook smirks pulling you in for another kiss. “You still can’t miss another game.” Jungkook mumbles against your mouth. 

-Admin Abe x

Calm Down (Alex Standall)

Title: Calm down.

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Request: Alex being super jealous(tries to fight)you’re hanging out with Tony(he saw you “flirt”(aka comforting him bc he was stressed about his boyfriend)you have to literally push/pull Alex out of the cafe or whatever to stop him from fighting tony. he is yelling and you start laughing while Alex is ranting outside and he is like tf and you’re like “you know tony is gay right?“he gets embarrassed(maybe making him apologize or something??)something along those lines idk lol end it however you want??💜            

Word Count: 621 words

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: Y/n is Tony’s best friend, but what if jealous Standall confuses everything?

Author’s Note: THANK YOU. I LOVE EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO MAKES ME WRITE ABOUT LOVELY STANDALL. Continue requesting! And sorry if it’s too short, I’ll make my best with the next ones. Much love!

Friends must be always for us. Sometimes they come in different ways, but they’re always there. That’s what Tony was for me. He always knew when I felt down, or when I was messing up my life and I needed to be heard.  He was no matter what, my best friend. We already been friends for almost ten years, and I knew well when he wasn’t okay at all. 

After our English class ended, I came to him and told him we should go to Monet’s after school to talk. He looked sad and he hugged me more than usual. Now we were here, and I wasn’t trying to force him to talk, but I just wanted him to tell me what was wrong.

“I had another fight with my boyfriend. You know, the usual.” He said finally and I touched his hand supporting him. “He says now that I’m spending too much time with Clay.”

“I told you that too, but I have no right to tell you anything because I spent too much time with Alex.” He gave me a little smile.

“Yes, but he doesn’t understand that I’m helping Clay right now.”

“Maybe you should just talk to him. Try to talk to him the way you’d like someone tell you about everything.” I tried to do my best but he surely was sadder than usual.

“How does…” He stopped a little and then gave me a confuse smirk. “How do you find out everything about the tapes?”

“Do you mean how does Alex told me about them?” He nodded and then I giggle. “It was hard, but it helped us. He looked deppresed when he heard the tapes and it turned a different side on him. He changed, but he told me and now I can comfort him when he can’t handle with the pressure and all that.” I said and he nodded. He looked better while I talked and that made me feel better as his best friend.

“You say it like it was easy, but I feel better. Maybe even ready to tell my boyfriend about the tapes.” He said more calmed.

“What are you doing Padilla with my girlfriend?!?” Alex shouted from the door and I looked at him confused.

“What?” Tony whisper and Alex push him.

“Alex, no.” I stopped him.

I took him by the hand and once we were out he looked at me really angry and let go of my hand. Then I looked at him being all jealous. I liked to see him this way, because his face was completely red, but it was normally over stupid things.

“Dempsey told me you were here. But, I got your text saying you were taking care of something and I thought he was lying. Like always” He crossed his arms accusing me. “And then, I came here to buy something to take you home. And what I found out? You hold that dude’s hand!”

I laughed and then tried to touch his face to calm him, but he pushed my hand away.

“You know that Tony is gay, right?” I asked him and his face changed completely.


“Yes. He has some trouble with his boyfriend, and I talk to him about it.” He looked ashamed and now he dennied to himself.

“God, I’m terrible. I’m sorry I just-” He lamented, but I looked serious. “You know how jealous I get, I’m an idiot.”

“Now, you’re not. But you tend to believe I’ll drop you for everyone. Yesterday you did the same with Clay, you need to calm down a little.” I whispered and he pulled me closer and kiss my forehead. “Now, Can you apologize to Tony?”

“Let’s go.”

Chapter VI | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Wonderwall by Ryan Adams (cover)

Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter because the app is being a dick)

Word Count - 4250…ish

“Just gotta be safe, love,” he whispered.

“My protector,” she said back into his ear and a shiver ran down his spine.

He manoeuvred them until she was lying flat on the bed and he could straddle her thighs and view her perfect body from above, and leaned down to kiss her lips once again. Her hands ruffled through his hair as he abandoned her lips to find her jaw, nipping at her and his hands lingered at her neck, tickling, until he moved further down and found a perfect spot to suck on to.

Her breath hitched at his teeth on her neck, a slight moan coming from her mouth and her grip on his hair tightening until he pulled away wishing the small bruise would appear that second to mark her as his.

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anonymous asked:

Did you watch the latest interview? -from mym buzz- i am writing this from my grave because i think i died at 3:23 the way she looks at her the way he conforts her like "yeah you did okay" and also some #sprouselilishoulder there. he couldn't resist such cuteness😂

++ and ive just caught another touching at 6:33 😂😂

Anonymous said: Hey!!! did you see the latest #sprousehart interview that came? IM STILL ON THAT SHOULDER TOUCH ❤️❤️❤️


1. I love that she is so protective of the Bughead ship name. WHO in the world prefers Jetty?!

2. Lili’s body language when Cole says ‘erotic’. She makes a face to him, and then theres this deep inhale that I am very intrigued by. 

3. AGAIN with the looks, honestly these fucking heart eyes they give each other. 

4. “..for that bacteria to bloom” @ Cole lol what the fuck. Lili “Oook”

5. Constantly making each other giggle aargghhhghghg

6. Lili looks a bit tired? Poor sunflower

7. Them talking about Bughead and their struggles and their love - what I appreciate most about it that they both used the word “real”. 

8. KFJEEDJWDDNFR them looking at each other to try to remember and figure out where they are in the story. SO FUCKING CUTE. *Aka an excuse to stare at each other for a really long time*

9. THERE IT IS, my dear anon. #Sprouselilishoulder. Right there. When she needed it. When she asked for ‘reassurance’ and he gave it to her in a heartbeat gahd. 

10. They really do listen INTENSELY to each other don’t they? 

11. YAAASSSS YAAAS you are definitely right, he “slaps” her arm at 6.33, when saying “OUR time up in Vancouver blablabla” and the best part is that she doesn’t even flinch, so used to it. They make me fall in love. 

So I wrote a thing

I totally don’t know what to title this but uh maybe give this a read?? I’ve never written newsies stuff before and nobody proofread it so don’t judge too harshly please!

The first time Davey has an attack in front of Jack he runs to hide it. Makes up a stuttered excuse about going to the bathroom and avoids Jacks usual friendly pats on the back just so he won’t notice he’s shaking. They were with Crutchie and Spot and Racetrack in a place that was too crowded, too loud, too much. David had only met Jack a few days earlier, considering he’d just transferred, and he desperately didn’t want the reputation of the ‘panicky scared freak’ that he’d had at his old school.

So when in the middle of a conversation he felt the familiar drumming of his heart and lump rising in his throat David gently pushed Jacks arm off of him. This earned a confused look from the table and a concerned “You okay Dave?” from Jack.

Dave. The lump in Davids throat grew at least two sizes larger and he stumbled out of the seat, glad that it was probably too dark to see the blush taking over his face. “B-bathroom” Silently cursing his stutter he rushed off before anyone could stop him. When the loud chatter of conversation seemed to bleed through the walls of the abandoned restroom it was all David could do to keep from sliding down the wall and crying.

“I 2 3 4 5” Slowly counting and going through his routine breathing exercises David felt his pulse slow and the lump in his throat unknot itself. Taking one last deep breath he walked back out to the group and made up some lame excuse about getting caught up when his mom called him. This led to the boys all teasing him about how 'sweet’ he was, brushing off his weird behavior as just being David.


The second time he has an attack around Jack it’s during lunch. It was Davids second week at their school, and most of the boys had learned that David was not touchy. Although he was affectionate he showed it through exasperated sighs and sheepish smiles, because touch just wasn’t his thing (giving or receiving).

Jack was the one exception. The way he’d casually place an arm around Daveys shoulders and how he’d always greet him with a hug all made Dave feel safe. Jack was always patient, at first he’d constantly asked permission but within just a few days he and Davey had learned to communicate almost telepathically. And the boys all recognized this and respected it. Davey didn’t like being touched and if you did something he wasn’t comfortable with then you had to deal with a pissed off Jack Kelly.

So when Skittery’s (slightly annoying) cousin Franky sat a little too close to David during lunch it set red flags off in his mind. Choking out laughs and keeping his gaze fixed on Jack and Racetrack who were on his other side David tried to pretend he was fine. Tried to pretend that just the body heat of Franky wasn’t making his hands shake and his heart hammer.

“Ugh Collins is such a dick Davey!” Groaned Jack overdramatically as he chomped down on his pizza. “I mean who assigns a packet over the weekend?!” Scrunching his nose as his friend talked with his mouth full David gave Jack a stern look, smiling when Jack swallowed his food before speaking again. “Over freaking Romeo and Juliet! The most overrated book of all time!”

Across the table Romeo let out an offended scoff, which made them all burst into giggles. David had almost forgotten about The over enthusiastic kid sitting much too close to him until Franky casually draped an arm around Davids shoulders as he was laughing. Nobody else seemed to have noticed until Davids laugh suddenly cut off and he sat rigid.

Racetrack was the first to notice what had made David suddenly so uncomfortable and a fierce glare was sent to Franky. A few others (Romeo, Skittery, and Blink) also sent dirty looks to Franky but he didn’t seem to get the message.

Then Jack noticed, and right underneath the surface he was livid. “Hey Franky” he calmly greeted in a saccharine sweet voice. The mentioned boy leaned over David to hear what Jack had to say, which only made it worse.
Squeezing his eyes shut and hunching his shoulders closer to him David tried to slow his breathing. “How about you let go of Davey here okay Franky?” There was a sickly sweet venom to Jacks voice as he smiled at Franky.

Leaning back into his seat Franky laughed, “Aw, he yours Jack?” The comment itself made Jack nearly boil over but what happened next made the entire table mad.

He squeezed David and pulled him into his side, ruffling his hair. Shooting out of his seat David dashed towards an abandoned hallway, his legs shaking so bad he nearly couldn’t stand.

“He don’t belong to nobody you dick” A Seething Jack shoved Franky’s chair back before running after Dave.

'Not today not here’ David thought frantically. Everything around him faded into a blur as he gasped like a fish out of water, too panicked to even think of his breathing exercises. Slipping down to the floor he tried desperately to think of anything, resorting to tears when it didn’t work.

“Shit Dave”

The discord inside Davids head calmed the tiniest bit as he recognized Jacks voice. But he was acutely aware of the fact that Jack was panicking a little bit too.

“Hey hey just breath okay? Count with me bud”

A barely managed nod enough for Jack and he was surprised when David grabbed one of his hands, squeezing tight. Wasn’t affection the reason for Davids current panic anyways?

“1 2 3”

Squeezing Davids hand Jack sat down across from him, letting out a relieved sigh when his counts were finally repeated.

“1-1 2 3”

They continued counting until Jack felt Davids hands stop shaking and his stutter all but vanished. “I’m sorry Davey, I knew Franky was sitting too close but I figured it wouldn’t get too bad.” The two sat with their back against the lockers, Jacks arm draped across Davids shoulders and David leaning into his side for support.

“Its fine, I get these all the time” Jacks breathing hitched and David winced. 'He thinks you’re a freak, a wimp. He’s gonna leave you like everyone else’

But Jack didn’t leave, he squeezed David just a little bit closer to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me Dave? Is that why you left at dinner the other night?”

And so they spent lunch and their free period discussing Davids anxiety and how Jack could help.


The third time David has an attack around Jack, Jack does everything he can to prevent it.

Several of their friends were in the band and so he’d joined Jack and Crutchie for a football game to see their friends play. David had yet to attend any games because a football game was just about the worst place for somebody with sensory overload issues and a pretty severe anxiety. But Jack promised he’d be with him all night, and so David allowed his best friends to drag him to the game.

“Popcorn Dave?” Crutchie asked, holding it out towards his friend who shook his head. Currently the three sat towards the top of the bleachers because it was less crowded and Jack assured David 'you can see better up here anyways’. Jack and Crutchie sat on either side of him, David leaning into Jack who had an arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders. After a particularly bad call yelling and shouts rippled throughout the audience and David nuzzled into Jacks scarf.

“It’s too loud Jacky” Wincing at the quiet tone of the curly haired boy who was hiding in his scarf Jack nodded.

Pushing Davids hair off of his forehead Jack placed a light affectionate kiss on the exposed patch of skin, which only made David burrow into his scarf more in an attempt to hide his intense blush. “How about I go get you a hat or some earmuffs?” After a second of hesitation David nodded because Jack wouldn’t take longer than five minutes and Crutchie himself had an anxiety problem and knew what to do if an attack happened. “I’ll be right back okay?” Gently Jack shifted David over towards Crutchie, who smiled brightly and held Davids hand to assure him that somebody was still with him.

“Thanks Jack”

Watching Jack walk down the stairs and away from him made Davids heart panic. He knew it wasn’t healthy, this unsafe feeling he got whenever Jack wasn’t around. Pushing it down he instead leaned into Crutchie who jumped a little in surprise because David normally wasn’t comfortable with much more than occasional hand holding.
A moment later he smiled and melted into the affectionate gesture, holding Davids hand just a bit tighter.

“Dave do you even like football?” Sheepishly David shook his head and Crutchie laughed. “Me neither, but Jack sure does have a way of convincing people to do things. Wanna watch Netflix on my phone instead?” With a nod David snuggled even further into Crutchies side.

That’s how Jack found them 10 minutes later when he returned with nachos and a cute red and yellow beanie for David. When he saw his best friend since kindergarten and his new best friend cuddled up on the bleachers and giggling hysterically at something on a phone screen he couldn’t stop the affectionate smile on his face. God he had already known he loved Crutchie, but now Dave comes along with his crystal clear blue eyes and his curly hair and sarcastic comments and random facts. Jack should feel guilty shouldn’t he? After all somebody had once told him it was impossible to actually love 2 people at the same time.

Then again, when did Jack Kelly ever listen to what anybody else said?

The fourth time, Jack’s the one who causes it.

He really hadn’t meant to, honest. What kind of dick would intentionally cause their friend/crush to have an anxiety attack?

A few weeks ago Jack had confessed to Crutchie, babbling about how he was in love with his best friend for what seemed like hours until Crutchie just laughed and pressed his lips against his. Jack thought that once he had Crutchie his love for Davey would go away. Not that he wanted it to but it made him feel guilty.

Little did he know Crutchie felt the same way.

When he’d first heard they were together Davids heart sank. The two people he had slowly fallen in love with were in love with each other. There would probably be no more safe touches, no more protective arms placed around shoulders. No mumbled Daves, and no bright Daveys. Jack and Crutchie had each other…so why would they need him?

And so he drifted. It started with little things like denying requests to hang out, or 'forgetting’ to respond to calls and messages. (Both of them knew Davey didn’t just forget things) And then it turned into avoiding them at halls, sitting next to Skittery who sat on the other side of the table from his usual spot. The last straw was when David completely walked past their table and took a seat on the ground, leaned against the wall.

“Okay that’s it. I gotta see what’s up with him.” Standing up from his seat Jack made his way over to David.

“Jack Kelly do not confront Dave- I can’t believe you!” Skillfully avoiding students Crutchie bounded over to Jack (or at least as close to bounding as one could get when they had to use a crutch) in an attempt to stop him. “Jack you’re going to overwhelm him! Just wait and we can ask him to come over after school or something and ask then!”

Turning to face Crutchie Jack sighed. “But he won’t Crutch. He’s avoiding us and I have to know why” Continuing his speedy approach towards Dave he stopped only when he was almost directly in front of Dave.

Red flag.

Despite the fact that he knew Jack would never actually hurt him David recognized the fact that he was now trapped against the wall. And that was no good. No good no good no no no no no. Swallowing his strawberry David kept his gaze fixed on Jacks shoes. “Y-yes?”

In a tone that came off much harsher than intended Jack asked him, “Why are you avoiding Crutch and I?”

Shaking hands.

Gripping his hands together Davids shoulders tensed up and he scrambled for an answer. How do you tell your best friend that you like both him and his boyfriend? “I-Its nothing”

“Oh so you just decided to be a dick and avoid us because of 'nothing’?” The moment the words came out Jack regretted them. Everybody had problems, and Jacks was not thinking before he spoke. “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean that Davey i-i just” kneeling down to Davids level he reached an arm out to pay him and flinched when David shied away, shaking violently.

“Oh now you’ve gone and done it Jack Kelly” Crutchie whispered harshly. Shooting a glare at his boyfriend he plopped onto the floor, fixing his gaze on David. “Hey hey can you count for me Davey? Just repeat after me, 12345”

Breathing shallowly David tried to copy, stutter and getting stuck and growing more and more frustrated until tears shone in his eyes.


He hated to admit it but god Davey had missed the sound of his nickname rolling off Jacks tongue. Missed it so much that just hearing it calmed him down. Missed it so much that he grabbed onto both Jack and Crutchie hands tightly.

Neither said anything but a glance was shared between them that seemed to convey everything they’d wanted to tell each other.

They both loved Davey, and each other. It was messy and different but it was what had happened.

A hesitant but protective arm was wrapped around Daveys shoulders and he nearly cried again, gripping Crutchies hand even tighter when he started to try and move. “I thought you didn’t need me anymore.”

Jack threw Davey an incredulous look and softly kissed his forehead. “We’ll always need you you goof.” Burrowing into his sweater David thought he would combust when Crutchie scooted next to him and placed another kiss on his forehead.

“B-but you guys have each other and I don’t wanna get in the way of your relationship because you guys deserve to be happy and I don’t wanna be an awkward third wheel so-” His rambles were cut off by Jacks lips on his. David 'walking mouth’ Jacobs was speechless as he looked between Crutchie and Jack in panic.

'Jack just kissed me??! In front of his boyfriend??’ When Crutchie leaned over to repeat Jacks actions David was even more confused. “I-I think I missed something here?”
His voice rose at least 2 octaves as he continued to panic.

“Well you see, I think I like you Davey.” The casual way Jack said it made David snort despite his panic.

“But, but Jack you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes I like him too” As if to prove the point Jack kissed Crutchie. For a minute or so David just opened and closed his mouth without making any actual noise. Crutchie had to bite back a laugh, figuring David would be a little offended if he laughed.

After the minute of David gaping like a fish Crutchie spoke up, “I like you too y'know Dave, and Jack. And we have a sneaking suspicion you like us both too.” Both older boys took the blush that crept up Davids neck as a yes. “So we were wondering if you wanted to be a relationship with us?”

At the renewed look of panic on Davids face Jack scrambled to calm him down. “It’s gonna be messy and weird and if you don’t want to then that’s fine. But we really do both like you Dave.” Squeezing his anxious friends shoulders Jack chewed on his lip as he waited for an answer.

“I-I’d like that, I really would.” Smiling shyly at his friends, boyfriends now he supposed, David nodded. “Yeah I think I’ll like that.”

Not the One

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Raphael x Reader

Not the One

Prompt: It was hella long and hella good and basically, it’s a soulmate AU with a twist and aaaaaaaaaah I’m in love with this idea.

Note: AAAAAAAAAAAH I’M DYINGGGGG I’M SO EXCITED TO WRITE THISSSSSSS. Edit: this took so much longer than intended, but it came out a lot longer than I intended too, so…

@wumperin @brayden1616

“Yer kidding. A week. We have an entire week like this?” Raph looked at his very human fingers on his very human hands attached to his very (temporarily) human body. “An entire week?”

“Possibly longer.” Donatello scanned himself and his brothers. What had been a lab accident while handling the purple ooze had resulted in whatever this was. Raph had another concern. His soulmate timer was within hours now, and maybe being like this would help him meet the person he was meant to spend his entire life with.

“So…” Leo tried to come up with a plan. But if he was being honest, he had no idea how to handle this.

“We’ve gotta seize the opportunity, dudes. We’re only ever going to be normal once, we have to take advantage of it.”

“And?” Leo raised an eyebrow.

“We’re gonna go to school.”


“So these are your…” The counselor from the high school looked up to April and Casey, the boys standing in a line behind them.

“These are my nephews.” April said. “They’re kind of transfer students, but only for a week or so. It’s part of a program to let Queens students experience what school is like in the rest of New York City.”

“Sounds doable. Do you have their grades and records and such on hand, or do I need to contact their other school for the information?”

“It should all be here, but I can call Principal Mayweather if we’re missing anything.” April pushed her glasses up her nose and handed the counselor a flash drive Donnie had thrown together that morning.

“Great. Thank you so much.”

Raph glanced down at his timer. Minutes. Minutes now. The counselor gave them their schedules and sent them on their way. It was about ten minutes until class was supposed to start, and about ten until Raph was supposed to meet his soulmate. God, his heart was racing in his unusual human chest. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

April and Casey said goodbye to the boys and told them they’d come pick them up after school. Next, they attempted to find their lockers. All the way up on the third floor above the art wing. Raph scanned the numbers for the four that belonged to himself and his brothers. It took a few minutes, but they found them. God, combination locks were confusing, but Donnie helped him figure it out with his clumsy human fingers. He wasn’t used to having so many. What were the extra two good for anyway?

He grabbed his math book and his notebook and calculator and dumped it into the red backpack that sort of made him feel like he had a shell again. It was a comforting weight, sort of. It gave an illusion that he was still who he had always been, despite looking and feeling so different now. Needing all of the same core classes meant that the boys were together for their first two hours, but they broke off in the afternoon to do the specials they had chosen.

So off they headed to Geometry, where they were sure Donnie would have to explain everything to them. When they got to the classroom, they were greeted by a group of fresh faces. Nerds, jocks, preps, goths, rockers, it seemed that everyone was represented. A few of the girls whispered to one another, subtly pointing to the group of attractive boys in front of them and giggling about the endless possibilities.

“Transfer students, huh? There are some seats over there in the back of the room. What are your names?”

“Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, and Michelangelo.” Leo answered. Mrs. Russo’s skeptical face told them he should have given her their nicknames instead. “Our uh, parents are huge art geeks.” He offered.

“I can tell. Well, Renaissance gang, you can sit in the four seats to the left of Ms. (L/N). (Y/N), raise your hand please.”

You didn’t lower the book from your face when you raised your hand. Raph didn’t know what it was about you that was throwing him off, but there was something there. It felt like a wire had wrapped around his heart and was starting to squeeze. Great. A heart attack what- twenty seconds- before he met his soulmate. Wonderful.

He walked over and took the seat beside you, his brothers settling into the other seats. As the bell rang to signal class had started, you folded your bookmark into the center of the book and set it on the desk beside your math stuff. Finally, you glanced over at Raph just as his counter hit zero.

His green eyes widened as he took in everything about you. The cute black plastic frames that sat on your nose, the perfect bun of soft locks that sat atop your head, the music notes painted onto your fingernails and the piano key suspenders that held up your black skirt. You were so goddamned cute he could barely stand it. His heart hammered in his chest. And then he spotted the timer on your wrist.

You still had ten days left.

He looked around to see if anyone else had finished their timer, but there wasn’t anyone. Just him.

“You’re the new kids?” You asked. God, your voice was so sweet. It hurt. Maybe you weren’t meant to be with him, but he knew with all of his beating heart that he was meant to be with you.

“Y-yeah.” Raph replied. “I’m Raphael. Call me Raph.” He smiled at your unknowing gaze. You didn’t know how much you had crushed him in the instants he had known you.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” His eyes wandered to the book on your desk.

“What’cha reading?”

Beastly.” You replied, handing him the worn book. “I’ve read it like seven thousand times. It’s honestly amazing. I’m in love with Beauty and the Beast, so this is just- ugh it’s so good.”

“Hmm.” He flipped through the pages before handing it back to you. “I’ll have ta check it out sometime. Never seen it.”

“You what?! We’ve gotta change that.” You smiled at the little interaction.

“Might just have to take ya up on that offer.” He grinned. You felt your heart melt a little.

Mrs. Russo started the lesson, and it didn’t take long for Raph to become completely and utterly confused. Donnie was busy helping Mikey and Leo seemed to understand what was happening, but Raph was so lost. And based on the notes on your page, you seemed to get it.

“Hey,” he whispered. “Can you uh, I don’t get it.”

“Sure!” you nodded. “What do you need help with?”

“How are ya supposed to use the whatever-it-is to find the side? I keep getting’ the wrong numbers.”

“Okay so this is the hypotenuse.”


“And so you just add the squares of the other sides to-”

“This is a triangle, what do squares have to do with it?” he asked. You giggled.

“You’ve never taken Geometry before, have you?”

“How’d ya guess?” he offered a sheepish chuckle and shook his head. “It may as well be written in Chinese.”

“Well, tell you what, I don’t have any plans after school. If you need a tutor, you could come to my apartment. We’ll watch Beauty and the Beast and do math. Two birds in one stone.”

“Sounds great.” He felt his heart start hammering again and wished it would stop. He couldn’t have you. You weren’t his to have. He wasn’t your soulmate. The universe didn’t care about his feelings. And yet, he accepted the invitation knowing full well that the more he built up momentum, the harder he’d fall when he lost you.


“I can’t believe you’ve never seen this movie.” You told him as you sat down with the popcorn on the couch of your apartment. The math was done, and now all that was left was to expose him to the movie you held nearest and dearest to your heart.

“Grew up with four boys, there’s not a whole lot of Disneying that goes on.”

“Well, I guess that’s what I’m around for, right?” You asked, tossing a few kernels of fluffy popcorn into your mouth. Raph grabbed a handful too.

“Guess so. That and math assistance.” He chuckled. You pressed play and draped a blanket over your legs and his. You had only met Raph that afternoon, but it felt like you had known him for years. Maybe he was just meant to be your best friend. Maybe there was a secret internal clock that had stopped ticking while the one counting down her true love was still running.

As the movie started, Raph watched every second. He loved every minute of it, but maybe only because he had you beside him, reciting every word right along with it. He was surprised the DVD even worked at all with how many times you had probably watched it. It was unhealthy, but this perfect little quirk was one of the many things he’d miss when he’d have to let you go.


After morning classes the next day, you found Raph and his brothers at lunch and took a seat with them instead of sitting with your other friends as you usually did. The other three smiled at you. They had talked to Raph the night before in a conversation that had basically consisted of Raph telling them about his soulmate that wasn’t his soulmate and the movie they had watched about loving people beyond their exterior. Donnie had called it beautifully tragic and pretty damn ironic. Raph agreed. But he was determined to be friends with you at least. He wanted to get to know you. He’d rather know you for a week and then never see you again than never know you for who you really were before it was too late.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey (Y/N),” Raph grinned.

“So, I figured, if this is your only week here, we’ve gotta make the best of it. Mall. Tonight. Do you have plans?”

“No.” Leo answered. “No plans.”

“Good. I have a car. Meet me by my locker after school.”

“All right, angelcakes.” Mikey winked. “We’ll be there.”


Here they were. The mall. It wasn’t what they had expected, but in a way, it was. There were pretzel stands and pop-up Chinese food places, a bunch of clothing stores that they could smell from the other end of the mall, and of course the movie theater. You and the boys nestled into the corner booth of the food court with giant pretzels, nachos, and giant red slushies. And they just watched.

“You guys act like you’ve never been to a mall before.” You chuckled, taking a sip of your slushy. They offered apologetic shrugs.

“Would it be bad if we told ya we haven’t?” Raph asked. You raised an eyebrow.

“Seriously?! This trip has taken on a new importance. After we finish these pretzels, we have a mission.”

“What are we gonna do?” Leo asked.


You had promised everything, and you had pretty much delivered. Hollister? Check. Target? Check. The arcade? Check. Photo booth? Check. Movie? In progress. Raph as seated beside you with Mikey on his other side. Mikey kept making attempts at signaling his older brother to get him to make a move on you. Raph shook his head. The move wasn’t his to make. He couldn’t push himself on you. Not like this.

But when there was a huge jump scare, you clung to his bicep, causing both of your heart rates to soar. A slow smile crept across his lips.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry.” You apologized. Raph leaned into whisper a reply.

“No harm done. If ya need someone to protect ya from the monsters, I’m right here.”

“Oh hush, you.” You giggled as a timid blush settling across your cheeks and gave his shoulder a tiny shove, earning a deep chuckle. Another distorted creature jumped out of the shadows on the screen. Mikey spilled popcorn, and you pulled one of Raph’s large hands in front of your face. He laughed and smiled at you, a soft smile that his brothers had never seen before.

But it faded just as fast as it had formed with the realization that he only had a few more days with you before he’d have to say goodbye. Forever. He had been human for so long now that he had forgotten he’d have to go back. The clock was ticking. He had to take advantage of this while he could because before he knew it, he’d lose his soulmate just as fast as he had found her.


The week passed in a breeze. Your school days consisted of helping Raph with math and having lunch with him and his brothers. After school hours, all five of you would pile into your car and go back to your apartment for pizza and movies. But today…today was different. Today was goodbye. Raph wanted to make it special. If he was going to let you go, he certainly didn’t want you to forget him.

April had helped him pack a picnic basket and assisted him with his surprise present. So at noon on Saturday, he arrived at your apartment to pick you up and then you took the train to Central Park.

He had told you that the rest of the boys were busy packing up, but really they just wanted to give their brother space to say goodbye to you on his own. After all, he was the one losing the most when they became turtles again. He had hours.

You sat down on the red and white checkered blanket and helped him unpack the food and such. You popped a bright strawberry into your mouth. It was a few minutes before Raph brought up the topic of goodbye.

“So uh, we’re goin’ back to Queens tomorrow.” Raph said. You nodded. “So uh, I wanted to say goodbye.”

“It’s not like we can’t still hang out, right? We can still be friends.” You looked at him. He smiled sadly. “Can’t we?”

“I don’t know. I just…I’m not what you think I am…I’m not who you think I am. You’re meeting your soulmate in three days and-”

“How did you know about that?” you asked, heart racing at the thought of the future being so close. Too close.

“It’s on yer wrist.” Raph shrugged. A sad look formed in his green eyes and a sudden wave of realization washed over you. You grabbed Raph’s hand, pulling his wrist so you could see it. He tried to pull it back from you, but didn’t want to fight you, and he didn’t want to lie to you either. Well, more than he already was anyway.

“Your timer…” Your face scrunched up. “Who’s your soulmate?”

“That’s a…complicated question.” Raph answered. You looked at him slowly, hesitating to meet his gaze. As soon as your eyes fell on his, his hand tensed up.

“No.” your voice was quiet, eyes wide and heart trying to escape your chest. “It can’t…I can’t…Mine is still…” Your eyes locked onto the numbers as they ticked lower and lower. You denied it, and yet maybe you had known the moment you met him. Something was off. Something about the way h talked to you, the way he interacted with you.

“I know. It’s impossible. But uh, I never really expected to have a soulmate anyway, so…I guess at least I got to know ya before I gotta say goodbye.”


“It’s all right.” Raph read the hurt on your face. The broken that came with the hand the universe had dealt the two of you. “I’ll be all right. So will you when you meet him.” He reached into the basket. “I got ya something to remember me by.”

Raph pulled out a little velvet box and opened it. Inside was a necklace: a silver turtle pendant on a leather cord. “I…I know it ain’t much, but-”

“I love it.” You told him. You wish you could tell him more. That you loved him, that you were his soulmate, but one of those statements wasn’t true. Raph did the clasp around your neck and pulled your hair over the cord. He smiled sadly. You took his hand in your own. “No matter what happens…no matter what the universe has in store for either of us…I will never forget you, Raphael. I promise. And I know it doesn’t matter much, but…I love you.” You stated quietly. He pulled you into his arms and held you as though you would disappear.

“It matters more that ya could ever know. I love you too.”


Raph woke up the next morning the way he grew up. A turtle. Big and bulky and covered in muscle. His scales and shell had reappeared as his extra fingers and hair had disappeared. He rolled over and stared at the wall. You were gone. He had lost you forever, and two nights from now, you would move on. You would forget about him.

He rolled onto his shell and stared at the ceiling, cursing the universe for everything. He wanted to punch something, so off to the dojo he went to punch the shit out of their punching bag. This went on for two days. Raph listened to his loud music and punched their bag until it fell off of its hook, only to pick it up and repeat the cycle. He barely ate, and every time he tried to sleep, all he could see was your face and the sadness in your eyes when you realized you were his but he couldn’t be yours. The heartbreak he had caused. The heartbreak he had received.

He should have just left you at the very beginning. Then he wouldn’t be like this.

When Leo announced a patrol on the night you were going to move on from him, he was ready to bust some heads. How else was the emotion supposed to get out of him? His anger, his sadness, his regret, he was going to get rid of all of it.

And so out they went, out of the sewers and onto the surface, hopping from building to building until finally, they found what they were looking for: crime. Some lowlife gang members were harassing some chick, and they were going to put a stop to it. Except, the chick wasn’t just any old girl. It was you. Raph stopped in his tracks, the anger bubbling up inside of him before diving in to pull the guys off of you. The guys were going to help him, but he didn’t need it. He was so powerful, zipping through the shadows like, well, a ninja. The guys left standing ran for the hills, terrified of the huge green creature that had beat up their friends.

You took a few shaky steps backwards. What if whatever had helped was coming for you next. You couldn’t see him in the dark, but Raph could see you. Even now, you were stunning. You took a few steps forward, causing him to step back.


“I ain’t who ya think, (Y/N).” Raph said. Your breath hitched, eyes awash in realization.

“Raphael?” Your broken voice sliced through the silence. He didn’t answer. “Y-your voice sounds d-different.”

“Ya don’t gotta be afraid.” He tried to reassure you. His voice came from much higher than it had in the past. Had he always been this tall? Your heart hammered and your face reddened and you didn’t know why you were scared, but you were. “It’s okay.”


“Raph, let me see you.”

“I uh…don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Please.” You whispered. You glanced down at your wrist. There were seconds left. “Please.”

“I want ya tah remember me that way. Not like…this.”

“What do you mean?” You knew what he meant.

“Please, just go home, (Y/N)! Forget about me!”

“I…I can’t, Raph! I can’t just pretend you don’t exist!” You stared at the numbers before holding up your wrist to show him, if he could even see. “I think you’re my soulmate! And for some reason the wires got twisted somewhere, but…Please, Raphael. I love you.” You looked up at where he stood in the dark for a few more seconds before collapsing to your knees, tears rolling down your soft cheeks. Raph carefully, slowly knelt before you so quietly you hadn’t heard him.

He pressed his hand against your cheek, wiping away the tears with his large green fingers. Your eyes opened gradually, rising to look up at his tear-filled green eyes in time with the ding of your timer. The large, rough green face in front of you was a little more than a shock. Your eyes widened. He began to pull away, but you grabbed his huge green hand, keeping him there.

“I’m sorry. About all of this.” He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now that you knew what he truly was. Your small hand ventured up to his cheek, gently travelling across the scales there. Your tentative touches sent shivers up his spine.

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry yer stuck with-”

“Shhhhh…” You shushed him, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He held you against his chest, his arms moving slowly to embrace you. He had never imagined you could love him. Not like this. But here you were, hugging him as though he was human.

“But I’m a freak.” Were the only words he could manage to put together.

“You’re not a freak.” You pulled away so you could look at him. “You’re a hero. If it weren’t for you and your brothers, I would be dead three times over.” You paused, watching the slow smile that formed on his cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” His voice was muffled by the fabric of your sweatshirt as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you so freakin’ much.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I just recently found your blog and I have to say that I am so happy with how you write Hunk! I love him so much and I feel he doesn't get enough love at all! Anyways, I was wondering if you could do how team Voltron kiss their s/o or like what are their favorite kisses? Thank you in advance!

Hunk is my HUSBAND so I have to get him right lol but yes my sunshine deserves more love cause he is perfect and pure. I am so glad that you like him as much as me


- He isn’t into pda much besides holding hands occasionally but if he is feeling particularly comfortable he will kiss their hands

- When alone he is about long tender kisses, hands in hair and deep breathing

- He loves kisses in the morning! Kiss his whole face and neck to wake him up he loves it

- After a really troubling mission or something he will find s/o grab their face in his hands and just leave a long kiss on their forehead. Its become almost a calming ritual to him


- Surprise kiss this boy! He gets all flustered and freaks out and its adorable

- When relaxing together he will kiss their temples constantly, like watching tv together and just barely turning his head to give their temples a gentle brush with his lips

- His kisses when alone are hungry and he wants s/o to be able to understand all his emotions through that kiss cause he can’t bring himself to say it all out loud

- After a super long kiss he goes back for one more small kiss


- She is smol and because of this s/o is bound to be taller than her so bending over and kissing her on the nose is bound to happen and its so cute she dies

- When holding hands she will find herself kissing s/os hand periodically 

- She holds her breath while being kissed even after the 100th one

- She doesn’t care how embarrassed she makes herself she is hooked on the good luck kiss before going out on missions


- You know those kisses where its like five small kisses in a row and its loud? Yeah those are the kinds they are always doing

- Much like him his kisses are always loud and obnoxious to others but also sweet. That classic ‘mwuah!’ sound is pretty much what his kisses embody

- He loves to lean on his s/o and kiss the top of their head

- When hes not trying to be annoying to his friends he is actually a really good kisser. Possibly the best out of the paladins


- Any kisses. The sweet boy wants to be kissing his s/o any time they are close enough

- If he moves at all during the middle of the night he kisses them, its just a habit

- He loves to give and receive kisses on the neck. It sends shivers up his spine and he melts

- Not really a kiss but he will also raspberry his s/o to see them giggle cause he is all about hearing them laugh 

dating remus lupin would include...


Originally posted by ignitetheliight

- he’s literally the sweetest boyfriend ever
- reading to each other in the common room
- him writing sappy love poems about you
- he blushes when you read them and giggle
- you think he’s absolutely precious and reassure him with a kiss
- catching him staring at you every second of every day of the week
- sweet, gentle touches at all times
- kissing his neck because you can’t reach his lips most of the time
- refusing to let him go on a full moon
- “please don’t go.”
- “i have to, baby. i’ll be back soon, i promise.”
- extra cuddles before he has to leave you
- wearing his sweaters around even though they’re very big on you
- him smiling and flushing bright red when he sees you in them
- leaving cute notes and drawings in the margins of his journal
- he replies back to them in your journal
- it becomes one of the cute little things you both do every day
- pouring your heart out on paper about him to send to your parents
- they fall in love with him through your letters because your happiness shines through your writing
- he admires you when you sleep a lot
- james and sirius coo, pinching his cheeks when they catch him doing it
- “our sweet remus is in love, james.”
- “we’ve been replaced!”
- “shush. you’re gonna wake her!”
- him staring at you because he can’t believe you’re his girlfriend
- cuddling with his head on your chest
- you find it cute that he’s comforted by the beating of your heart when he cuddles you
- telling one another everything
- having absolutely no secrets because you both value honesty 100%
- fights are few and far between 
- having little fights about who loves the other more 
- cute play fights all the time oMG
- nose kisses!!!!
- watching him read and blushing like crazy because you’re so in love with him
- “i can’t focus on my book when such a beautiful girl is staring at me, sweetheart.”
- so much blushing i can’t even
- jealous remus = cuddly, needy remus
- “you’re cute when you’re jealous.”
- him getting shy because of it and nuzzling his face in your hair
- “i love you”’s every second of the day
- being relationship goals to everyone

Sneaking out ( JJ iii)

Summary: Reader and Jughead have a secret

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

“she’s asleep” your mother whispered to your father and you waited for the sound of the door closing.

you jumped out of bed fully dressed. grabbing your phone you opened the window and climbed down the ladder that was sat under your bedroom window.

“i’m on my way” you texted and while you waited for a response  you put on your headphones

“i’m waiting” he replied

the  lights of pops illuminated your face in neon colors and you could see the person you were here to meet through the window.

when you walked through the door the bell rang and he looked up . he had already ordered you a milkshake

“hey” you slid in the booth sitting across from him grabbing your milkshake

“hi” he said quietly.  more quiet than usual and it worried you he was never this quiet

“whats wrong?” you asked taking a sip of the milkshake in front of you

Jughead sighed “we can’t keep doing this” he gestures between you two with his hands

“what do you mean we can’t keep doing this” you ask and he rolls his eyes

“this we can’t keep doing this. you have to sneak out of the house just to see me you’re going to get caught because of me” you grab your boyfriends hands rubbing your thumbs over the backs in soothing circles

“Jughead, you’re right we can’t keep sneaking around” you start

“tomorrow you’re coming over for breakfast and we’re gonna tell them about us.” you say and almost giggle at his panicked face.

“what if they don’t want us together?” you laugh “then i guess they’ll just have to deal with it”


“mom, make an extra plate” you say walking into the kitchen

“why? you having someone over?” she asks and you nod  reaching over to grab a piece of bacon

“you have to wait!” she scolded and smacked your hand away

“ouch” you rubbed your hand and went to the dining room and helped your mother set up

“why is there an fourth plate? is your mother here?” your father asked your mother ducking around as if there was bat in the house

your mother playfully smacked your father on the arm “no, Y.N is having someone over” your mother beamed

“oh are you now?” he asked and you nodded

the door bell rang and you jumped up “i’ll get it!” you yell running towards the door and there stood Jughead dressed in his usual clothing but he wasn’t wearing his beanie

“hey Jug wheres the beanie” you asked running a hand through his raven boys hair

he seemed to relax at the feeling of your hand in his hair

“i didn’t bring it” you grab his bag and take the beanie out  "you never go anywhere without your beanie jug" you say

before he can say anything you place the beanie on his hand fixing some strands of hair “you don’t have to change Jug just be yourself"you assure him

grabbing his hand you lead him into your house and to the dining room where your mother and father were sat patiently waiting for your return

the sound of you entering the room alerted your parents

"mom, dad this is jughead” you began “my boyfriend” your mother gasps

“boyfriend?” she asks excitedly  "boyfriend" your father says


there was a silence while you all ate

it was like they didn’t know what to say

“so” your father starts “how long have you and Jughead been dating?” he asks

you and jughead look at eachother and answer at the same time “eight months”

“eight months?” your mother says “why are we just now finding out?” she asks

“well, we were afraid of what you guys would say so we kept it a secret” Jug says

“is that why you were sneaking out all the time?” your mother says

you choke on your orange juice “You knew?” you say regaining your breath

“sweetheart i used to sneak out all the time you’re not exactly quiet” your father says

“i never knew you were sneaking out  because of a boy” your mother says dreamily  "you know i used to sneak out to go meet your father at this little treehouse-“ you stop her

"ew mom i don’t want to know what you and dad did when you snuck out” she nods

“it’s not  appropriate for kids anyway” she says and your father gently elbows her in the ribs

“oh my god” you whisper


your parents asked their questions and Jughead answered truthfully and by the looks on their faces they were interested by him

“i should get going” Jug says and you both stand up

“i’ll walk you out” and you start to the door

“thanks for coming Jug” you say and he grabs your hands

“i’d do it a million more times for you” and you smile at the cheesy line

he leans in and your lips meet “they kissed Eliza” you hear your father whisper

you turn your heads and see your parents peeking around the corner but quickly turn when they knew they got caught

“i’ll see you later” you tell him and he kisses your cheek one more time before leaving

you shut the door and walked back into the dining room

your mother was hunched over the table and your father was sat in the chairs looking through an upside down newspaper

“i saw you guys” you say and walk upstairs to your room.

An Ocean Away - Part One

Lin x Reader

Word Count- 2,007

Warnings- Maybe a couple of swear words, but nothing apart from that.

A/N- This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. The Hamilton Broadway/Hamilton London/Moana timelines don’t match up but put it down to creative license! All feedback is massively appreciated!

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Parental Advice (Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader)

Characters: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Teasing


Request: HiEEEE! I came across your blog and fell in love with very many of your stories! (one of them being feeling loved again and wheres nat and what is kindness). I had a request that somehow came to my insane fangirl over star trek and avengers and doctor who. I was wondering if you could do a request on it’s everyday life kinda for Tony and his 13, 14 year-old daughter. Tony goes on with his life as an Avenger and all and it’s getting harder on him with all the past memories of the 1st Avengers movie, almost loosing you in Iron Man 3, and the danger you get in during Age of Ultron(takes place before Civil War). Meanwhile, you’re struggling with your social life and it’s slowly dropping your grades bit by bit. You have had friends before, but you can’t keep one friend or group for longer than a month or two because they somehow drift off into the popular group of girls. So you become pretty lonely and your favorite place is the tower with the avengers (let’s pretend everyone lives in the tower, I like the tower better than the compound). And a lot of your social troubles is because you’re more mature than everyone else, and you get along with the team the best more than anyone you’ve ever known. Finally, one morning, you and Tony are both up early(like, 4 am) and you talk to each other about your troubles. Whooh! Sorry it was lengthy! Hopefully, there’s no pressure if your inbox full of requests.

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

Tony loved you with all his heart. You were his world. His baby. If something happened to you he wouldn’t know if he could holding himself from killing the person who caused you harm. This kind of started after the Battle of New York and when fighting Ultron. Being his daughter, during New York, Loki nearly killed you in front of him in the tower, where you were hiding, and before the twins joined their sides, they targeted you, and seeing you crying and shaking, and being unable to help you from your mental distraught pained him. The twins might have sided with them in the end, but Tony kept you separate from Wanda until you were comfortable.

If someone harmed you, he’d hurt them ten times worse.

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Insecure ft. Dean

lite smut, %2 fluff

what had happened earlier caught you off guard. your day was doing just fine until you got on the subway.

you sat down in the nearest seat by the door of the subway. luckily, there was a seat for you. usually, there wasn’t and you would have to stand which killed your legs.

you plugged in your earbuds and sat back, hoping that you would get to your destination in a short amount of time.

about five minutes later, you felt a tap on your left shoulder. so of course you turned your head to see who tapped you and what they wanted. you put your music on pause and pulled out your earbuds, turning to face three korean girls. they were most likely your age.

“yes?” you asked.

one of them pointed to your thighs and they all giggled. “you’re so fat. you should loose some weight.”

“how are your legs so meaty like that?” one added on.

you chose not to say anything and ignore them because if you responded back to them, the outcome of it probably wouldn’t have been pretty.

you moved over to the right side of the subway and continued listening to music. while you sat there, you glanced over at the girls a few times. they were still giggling, and teasing you from a distance.

you had just about enough of them. no one likes to be pointed at and no one damn sure likes to be made fun of. especially someone different like you.

“the fuck are y'all looking at!?” you asked in a loud tone, making it obvious to everyone that you were talking to them.

the girls jumped, and turned their backs to you. as confusing as their reaction was, you were just happy that they stopped fucking with you for the rest of the ride.

you contacted hyuk about it immediately after you got home. when you texted him, you were crying. but thank god for him, he raised your spirits. he’s always the one to make you feel better about yourself in this fucked up world.


“baby!” you listened as hyuk threw his keys onto the kitchen table and hung up his coat.

“i’m in here.” you responded.

soon after your response, hyuk appeared in the doorframe. he leaned on it and eyed you. “you know you’re the most beautiful woman i know right?”

you let out a small laugh and blushed, not even hiding it. “if you say so hyuk.”

“no really.” he hummed lowly but loud enough for you to hear it. his eyes hovered down to your thighs, and the fact that you were wearing short shorts turned him on even more.

he bit his bottom lip. “come here.”

you climbed off of the couch and went over to him, you stood directly in front of him just waiting to see what he was about to do.

he kissed your forehead and grabbed your hand. you were guided into the room and told to sit on your shared bed.

“take those off.” he pointed at your shorts, you responded quickly. as you pulled them off, he watched you. you couldn’t deny that his glance was sexy.

literally as soon as your shorts hit the floor, hyuk climbed between your legs and began leaving those trails of wet kisses that you loved. you grabbed onto his shoulders as he went down lower. he hovered over your panties and kissed you through the cloth, earning him a moan from you.

then, he kissed your thighs. “don’t you ever talk about losing weight. you’re beautiful just like this.”

you nodded since you couldn’t say anything. his touch gave you chills, it gave you goosebumps, and most of all it gave you satisfaction.

“tell me when you want me to stop alright?” he said while he ‘slid your panties to the side.

before you could answer, he started moving his tongue in a motion that took you by surprise. usually when he did this, his tongue game was up to par. you didn’t think that he could get any better but boy were you wrong.

“you taste so good baby.” he gripped your thighs and spread your legs wide so that he could really enjoy his meal.

“baby…” you bit down on your lip and threw your head back. the amount of pleasure that he was giving you was unbearable. you found yourself slowly rolling your hips at the same rhythm as his tongue.

about ten minutes later, you made up your mind. you were too horny to go through with this any longer.

“hyuk…” you paused until he stopped and looked up at you. “i’m ready.”

“okay but before know.” he paused and climbed on top of you. “promise me that you’ll stop being so insecure.”

“i promise.”

hyuk slowly entered you, inch by inch until there wasn’t any left.

“shit y/n you feel so good.” he grunted at how your walls wrapped around him.

his strokes were slow, steady, and full. his strokes were accurate to his grinding on stage, he was so passionate when it came to this.

his fingers ran across your skin, and his lips never left your neck. “you’re so sexy.” he softly grunted into your ear.

“i know…” you replied as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

he chuckled and sped up, causing you to moan aloud. he stuck his head in the crook of your neck, enabling you to hear his small grunts clearer. you stroked his hair with your fingers and repeatedly kissed his neck tattoo.

scratching his back was really really tempting. you chose now to tell him before your voice went hoarse. “i love you.”

“i love you too mocha.” he kissed your lips and pulled out of you, causing you to let out a small whimper at the sudden emptiness.

“turn around and lay on your tummy.” he told you which made you giggle.

“yes daddy.” you said in a cringey and seductive way, while doing as you were told.

hyuk laughed lightly while positioning himself in between your legs. “call me daddy again and i will fuck the shit out of you y/n.”

“i want you too…daddy.” you bit down on your lip to hide your grin.

unexpectedly, hyuk grabbed you by your waist and sat you up on your knees. he rammed himself into you with full force. the only thing that you were able to do was scream/moan.

“what happened to calling me daddy sweetheart?” he sarcastically said as he slowed down and ran his fingers along your thighs.

when you didn’t respond, hyuk became worried, “ba-”

once he saw your face, his whole attitude changed. you were basically drooling with your eyes closed.

“i’m that good?” he got cocky.

you hummed yes and rolled over on your back.  "come here.“

hyuk literally slid between your legs again and leveled his face with yours. he leaned into you skipping the soft kisses and went straight for your tongue. if your tongue and his tongue were to get into a fight, he’d win. he wasn’t playing any games with you any more and you could tell by his body language that he was close to his climax.

he pulled away from the kiss and and pulled you to the edge of the bed by your thighs. “ready?” he asked, while pushing his hair back, revealing his forehead. daddy look.

you nodded and prepared yourself, this was one of hyuk’s favorite positions so you knew that you’d be in for a ride. he loved this position because he could see you and your beautiful face. with every stroke he could see how it affected you, your facial expressions and moans were what drove him. he could see everything.

of course, he started off slow but eventually he sped up. the room filled up with the noise of hyuk’s skin slapping against yours and his grunts became louder as he chased his high.

“fuck y/n..” his climax was more than close. all that he needed for you to say that you were his and that all of you belonged to him.

“who’s pussy is this?” he asked you in between gritted teeth.

it was your favorite question. you always shouted his name the loudest you could. the new neighbors needed to know his name.


once the both of you were showered, you asked hyuk if he wanted to cuddle but he rejected your suggestion.

“what why?” you asked, feeling a little hurt.

“i have to go back to the studio, millic is there.” he held up his phone and showed you his nonifications. millic had called and texted him over 100 times.

“did you make up a lie just so you could come over here?” you giggled as you buttoned up a loose button on his shirt.

“yeah, i told him it was important business. but i mean, it kinda was.” he chuckled and kissed your forehead before grabbing his keys. “i love you mochaaa..!” he sung while he stood at the doorway, with his arms wide open waiting for your embrace.

you rolled your eyes at how petty he was and ran over to him. you hugged him as tight as you could. “thanks for always making me feel better baby.”

“i’m your man, it’s what im supposed to do.” he kissed your lips this time. “i’ll see you later okay?”

“okay.” you waved him off.

and with that, he left.


you were smiling brightly the rest of the day. melanin popping cause that sex glo yezz.

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One and Only: Grayson Imagine

“She’s coming!” Ethan yelled loud enough for everyone in the house could hear. You and Grayson hid behind the couch in the living room of his house in New Jersey and awaited his mom’s, Lisa’s, arrival. It was her birthday, so all the family was gathered in order for a surprise party. The door knob squeaked and gave way to the hinges. Lisa flipped the light switch on and everyone jumped from their hiding spots to yell, “Happy birthday!” Lisa smiled instantly and tears even sprang to her eyes. The boys ran to her and engulfed her in a hug, which she gladly returned. The day had been planned from a few weeks prior, so after Lisa put her belongings away, Sean and the boys began the grilling. You and Grayson had been together for quite a while now, so it wasn’t like you were there with no one to hang out with. You would spend most of your day with Cameron, a few of their cousins, and the babies of the family. 

People were finishing their food and Grayson was just starting to cut the birthday cake. You got up to get a drink for one of the little ones because you had been playing for quite a bit. As you went for the ice, you heard your name somewhere among the crowd.  You looked around for the person, but found no one was calling for you or motioning for you. You continued with the drink and let the child have it before running back to play with them again. You were playing tag with them and you had to admit, it was pretty tiring! Above all the giggles, you heard your name again. However, this time instead of no one needing you, you saw Grayson looking at you with a smile on his face. When he saw you looking at him, his face deepened with blush and he turned back to his dad, continuing to speak. Curious, you walked over to Cameron who just “happened” to be closer to two of them. 

You started a conversation of small talk with Cameron quickly, but made sure to keep your ears trained to Grayson’s voice to try to understand what he was saying. “Dad, just look at her! She’s so beautiful and she’s great with the little ones, didn’t you see?!” You could tell Grayson had a smile on his face when he was speaking. Nonetheless, you did too now that you heard what they were talking about. “Oh, and Dad? Do you notice how much Mom and Cameron love her? They gush all over her even when she’s not around!” The two guys laughed and nodded in agreement. “Well, son, I don’t think you really needed my help at all. It seems to me that you have found her. Found the one, Grayson.” You heard Sean’s deep voice. Your eyes widened in shock. Could he really think that? A smiled slowly made it’s way to your lips and a blush to your cheeks. “She’s the one. The one and the only, Dad.” Grayson hugged his dad and made his way through everyone to come over to you and Cameron. “Hey, Cam. Can I steal Y/N for a second?” Cameron smiled and nodded at Grayson before walking away. Grayson looked at you with love in his eyes and wrapped your body into his. 

There had been music playing all evening, but as the song changed, you removed yourself from Grayson and squealed. It was you guys’ song! Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. Grayson smiled boastfully at you and asked you for a dance, which you’d never say no to. As the song and your dance continued, Grayson began to speak softly in your ear, saying all the things he loved about you. You giggled at some of them because they were so silly. However, the song was coming to an end and Grayson got into a serious mood. At the end of the song, Grayson twirled you and let go of your hand. You stopped yourself and opened your eyes to see Grayson on one knee with a ring in his hand. “Grayson?” You whispered with your hands covering you mouth. You stepped toward him and waited for him to say something. “Y/N, you already know how much I love you and why I love you. I think everyone here can see and feel our love, right?” He looked around at his family and they all nodded with agreement and some even yelled their agreements. “Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you please marry me?” Grayson looked at you with tears in his eyes and the brightest smile on his face. “Grayson! Of course I will marry you! Yes, yes! A million times yes!” He slid the ring on your finger and you jumped into his arms as he stood. There was applause and cheers, along with popping a bottle of champagne to indulge in. This day was the best you two had together since you met.