Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Winners and Losers Rehearsal

Kousuke and Shoutarou are tossing around a 4kg ball.  

Allen is filming, and going, “What is this?  WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?!?!”

Scene: a spaceship. A human and an alien are chatting over a cup of hot chocolate/brine. It is the first time the alien has ever mixed with humans.

Human: “So yeah, I slipped and Brad just started laughing like an asshole and…”

Alien: “Sorry, what?! Can you repeat that? I think my translator is broken.”

Human: “I said I slipped and Brad started laughing his stupid head off like the asshole he is!”

Alien: (takes translator off, checks it, puts it back on.) “Oh my [untranslatable, deity associated with surprise and sulphuric acid] you actually meant to say that!”

Human: “Yeah… why?”

The two of them stare at each other, the human in confusion, the alien in straight up horror.

Alien: “… your species, your anuses can… laugh?”

  • Missy: Oh, don’t be disgusting, we’re Time Lords, not animals. Try, nano-brain, to rise above the reproductive frenzy of your noisy little food chain, and contemplate friendship. A friendship older than your civilization and infinitely more complex.
  • also Missy: I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you...He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much.
  • also Missy: *makes out with Doctor against wall*
  • also Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor.
  • the Doctor: Two hearts.
  • also Missy: And both of them yours.
  • also Missy: Oh Clara, Clara, Clara. You know, I should shoot you in a jealous rage, now wouldn't that be sexy?
  • also Missy: Stop shouting, love....
  • also Missy: Ask me! Come on, you know you want to. You want to know what my plan is. You'll be surprised. I've got a gift for you. You know, I've been up and down your timeline, meeting all those silly people who died to keep you alive. And you know what I worked out? What you really need?...To know that you're just like me!
  • also Missy: I need you to know we're not so different. I need my friend back. Every battle, every war, every invasion. From now on, you decide the outcome.
  • also Missy: We can, we can go together [to Gallifrey], just you and me. Just like the old days.
  • Doctor: You'd be clapped in irons.
  • also Missy: If you like.
  • Clara: Since when do you care about the Doctor?
  • also Missy: Since always....
  • also Missy: Doctor, listen to me. I know traps. Traps are my flirting. This is a trap.
  • also Missy: Listen to that. The Doctor without hope. Nobody is safe now.
  • also Missy: The Doctor gave it to me when my daughter....
  • also Missy: *travels through a Dalek infested sewer and city in heels while keeping his pet safe* No. No, no, no, no. Doctor, what have you done? *runs towards danger to save the Doctor from his own stupidity*
  • also Missy: *laughs at the Doctor's sarcastic comeback like a schoolgirl with a massive crush*
  • also Missy: In a way, this is why I gave her to you in the first place. To make you see. The friend inside the enemy, the enemy inside the friend...Everyone's a bit of both, everyone's a hybrid.
  • also Missy: Please, I'll do anything. Just let me live...I'll be good, I promise. I'll turn, I'll turn good. Please. Teach me, teach me how to be good...I know I'm going to die. I have to say it, the truth. Without hope, without witness, without reward, I am your friend.
  • the Doctor: Of course she's not dead, she's a friend of mine. I may have fiddled with your wiring a little bit.
  • also Missy: *stays in Vault for decades even though she could escape at any time*
  • also Missy: C'est super. So, what have you got so far? *drapes herself across piano whilst encouraging the Doctor to puzzle out how to defeat the monks*
  • also Missy: *cries* ...You didn't tell me about this bit.
  • the Doctor: I'm sorry, but this is good.
  • also Missy: Okay.
  • also Missy: *peers shyly around console rotor*
  • also Missy: Sure, that's fine...But Doctor, please tell me, really. Are you alright?
  • also Missy: *cries* I don't even know why I'm crying. Why, why do I keep doing that now?
  • the Doctor: I don't know. Maybe you're trying to impress me.
  • also Missy: Yes. Probably some devious plan, that sounds about right.
  • the Doctor: Well the alternative would be much worse.
  • also Missy: Really?
  • the Doctor: The alternative is that this is for real and it's time for us to become friends again.
  • also Missy: Do you think so? *Takes step forward. The Doctor steps back, then tentatively takes Missy's hands in his own. Missy gasps in surprise.*
  • the Doctor: I don't know. That's the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist. *Lets go of Missy's hands and walks away.*

@i-can-hear-my-sins you were saying something?






“Drinks and snacks?”

“Check and check, we are ready to go!”

It was Friday and that meant one thing. Movie night. Though it wasn’t so much a movie night more so a sleepover arranged by Chloe and Michael to deal with their… problems. It had started a couple of months ago when Michael spilled the beans on his crush on Jeremy after an unfortunate event during lunch. Jeremy had started to go on about this new movie coming out in the next week or so and how he wanted Michael to join him.

“Hell yeah dude! I’m totally up for a get-together next weekend!” He beamed, happy that his best friend chose him to go to the movie first instead of Christine.

“You two going on a date?” Came a voice from behind them. Michael whipped his head round to see Chloe with her lunch tray, obviously joking with the two. It didn’t stop Michael’s brain from processing the thought though, leading to a bright red face.

“Haha, no way Cloe.” Jeremy joked, completely oblivious to the fact that his best friend was burning up with embarrassment beside him. Chloe on the other hand noticed immediately. She pulled him away after class and refused to let it go until Michael had told her everything.

In hindsight, the event wasn’t so bad as Chloe told Michael about Brooke not long after and so, movie night was born. Again, it wasn’t so much a movie night. The two just called it movie night for everyone else’s benefit.

So here they were, spread out on Chloe’s bed with ‘Titanic’ playing on her TV. Chloe had managed to convince Michael to let her paint his nails, something she was very keen on doing to all those who enter her room. He had wanted rainbow nails but Chloe said that would have been too difficult, so he just went with purple.

“How’s the situation with Jer?” She questioned, continuing her art on Michael’s nails. He groaned in response.

“Don’t get me started Cloe. He’s completely oblivious! He wouldn’t notice a full on World War 3 if it hit it right in the face.”

“Have you tried-”

“Yes I tried the flirting tips you gave me. Nothing. Zilch. He just thought I was teasing him. And his stupid smile! He started laughing and smiling, his eyes lit up and- ugh!” Michael flew his arms up in the air in frustration. “It’s not fair Cloe!”

“Hey careful! You’ll smudge them,” she replied, carefully lowering Michael’s arm so she could start on the other hand.

“He’ll realise one day, the dude’s all over you. I got a phone call from Christine last Tuesday saying how horrible her date went cause he wouldn’t stop talking about you.” She giggled, thinking back to how frustrated Christine has sounded that day.

“Did she really?”

“Yeah… it was hilarious… Though I suppose I couldn’t blame her, I haven’t had much better experiences.”

“Is this about the ‘date’ with Brooke a few weeks ago?”

“Yes! Ugh don’t even get me STARTED Michael! Do you know what it’s like to sit in a cafe listening to your crush gush over some boy?! 'Oh Taylor looked so good today Chloe did you see him? He got his second piercings last week, they look amazing! I should get mine done. What do you think I would look like? Would Taylor like them? God he’s so hot and sexy and-”

“Chloe! The nails!” Micheal exclaimed. Chloe broke out of her rant and looked down to where she had apparently started to paint Michael’s finger instead of his fingernail.

She sighed, reaching for the remover. “Sorry Mike, I just couldn’t stand it. You know what I did? I stood up, and walked out. WALKED OUT! ON BROOKE! Right in the middle of her conversation with me… I feel awful but I had to do it! She started talking about what she would look like with a nose ring and I just couldn’t stop myself from imagining it…”

“Bad move.”

“Yeah tell me about it. She looked hot, like 50% hotter.. how is that even possible?” She laughed, smiling to herself as she did so. She had never really thought about it before, but it was nice to be able to do this - to have someone to talk and rant and gossip with without having to worry about what others thought about her for doing so. Michael didn’t judge, he just listened. It was relaxing.

Across the mattress, Michael was having the same thoughts. He had never really considered Chloe a friend before she found out about his secret, but he didn’t regret it for a second. Having Chloe to go to every other Friday and having her sit there quietly listening to his problems, it helped. Jeremy was the only person he could turn to the past few years but this was something he couldn’t help with, something he had to hide from his best friend. He hated it, hated keeping secrets from him. But at least he had Chloe to get him though it.

“So, what do you think?” The voice snapped Michael out of his trance. He looked up to see Chloe smiling at him, gesturing to his hands. They were painted a bright lilac, perfectly shaped and no spillage whatsoever.

Micheal sighed and smiled. “They look great, Cloe.”

anonymous asked:

Prompts ? Modern AUs are my obsession rn .... maybe big brother rob trying to set up ha best friend and little sister. ??

Yesssss okay! 

Gonna do it from Robb’s POV so I hope it’s still fun to read. 

Gross But Cute: A Story of How Robb is the Best Big Brother Ever

In all honesty, this is the last thing Robb wants to be doing. He has exams coming up, a rugby tournament he needs to organise and a girlfriend he’d rather be snogging senseless. But his best friend is an idiot and so is his sister, so by virtue of the fact that he is clearly the smartest one out of their friendship group, Robb is resigned to playing matchmaker.

It’s a last resort.

If he could safely say the two idiots would be happy single, he’d probably leave it because the thought of his best friend anywhere near his baby sister is nauseating. It almost makes Robb want to punch Jon out of principle, and he might if Jon doesn’t get his head out of his arse soon, but he suspects if he lays a finger on the sullen man, Sansa would likely punch him in return. They’re fiercely protective of each other that way. It’s gross.

Robb remembers the first time he suspected there was more than just friendship between the two. Jon had gotten tackled so hard during an away game that he fractured a couple of ribs. He’d had to go to a hospital in Newcastle before being cleared to make the journey back to Edinburgh. When he got home, Sansa was already there waiting.

“You stupid, infuriating buffoon! Do you not know how to charge your phone?”

“Sans, can we do this later? I just want to lie down.”

“No! You can’t just… I can’t just get a text from Michael telling me you’re in the hospital and then nothing for the next six hours. That’s not fair!”

“I know… I’m sorry. I should’ve charged my phone. I should’ve called you.”

“Yes, you bloody should have!”

“Hey, hey, I’m okay now. Sansa, look at me, I’m fine. I’m here.”

“I’m not crying because I’m worried. I’m crying because I’m mad at you!”


“Fine, a bit of both… Just promise me you’ll always call, okay?”

“I promise.”

“Okay… Let’s get you to bed.”

Robb had had every intention of yelling at Jon because of course his idiot of a best friend would get seriously injured the one game he couldn’t attend, but after witnessing that exchange between Jon and Sansa, Rob decided he’d rather not be anywhere near the two for the next day or two.

As he wrapped his head around the idea of Jon and Sansa, he’d almost convinced himself that the feelings were completely one-sided and Robb was all ready to yell at Jon for leading his baby sister on, but then Sansa got a boyfriend and that changed everything. If Jon was broody before, he was even more of a fucking miserable sod for the next month. Robb wanted to kill him for being so annoying but he couldn’t really blame Jon. He hated Harry too, especially after they found out that Harry cheated on Sansa – which was why Robb did nothing when Jon punched Harry on a night out.

“You ever come near her again, I will break every bone in your pathetic body.”

“Fuck you! This is between me and Sansa.”

“There is no you and Sansa. You’re done. You’re fucking done, you got that?”

“… whatever.”

“No, you know what? It’s not whatever. You had her and you threw it away. How could you even do that? She’s… She’s Sansa. She’s fucking Sansa!”

At that point, Robb actually had to drag Jon away before the bouncers could come and kick them out. Frankly, he would have happily let Jon beat the living shit out of Harry but if he let the situation escalate any further and Sansa found out, she’d kill them both, and Robb’s not too ashamed to admit that he’s terrified of both of his little sisters. They’re terrifying women. They must have learned it from their mum. Catelyn Stark has made grown politicians cry, or so their dad likes to brag every now and then. Robb suspects it was probably one politician.

Now it’s up to Robb to sort these two out. If he doesn’t then they’re probably just going to continue to skirt around their feelings for one another and Robb hates that more than the thought of his best friend and sister getting together. At the end of the day, he does just want them to be happy and it’s clear that happiness for them is each other. It really is the grossest thing.

It’s easy to get Sansa to cook him dinner. She lives in a small flat in the city with her best friend, and thankfully Jeyne is more than happy to make herself scarce, which she says is ‘for the betterment of British society so that these two beautiful creatures can procreate and create more beautiful creatures.’ Robb may have gagged at that. If he can help it, none of his sisters will be procreating any time soon. And if they have to, it’ll be an immaculate conception. His nephew or niece will be the next saviour of the free world.

Once that is set, Robb makes his way to her flat to ‘oversee’ the cooking. Really though, while she’s busy in the kitchen, he goes about leaving candles all over the flat. Once he’s sure there’s enough, he texts Jon and sets his second step into motion.

Robb: Mate, we have a problem.

Jon: What’d you do now?

Robb: Why do you assume I did anything!

Jon: Because it’s you.

Robb rolls his eyes. Honestly, why is he bothering helping such ungrateful people?

Robb: Fuck off. This is serious. Jeyne told me that she heard Harry might be trying to win Sansa back.

There’s a long minute silence before his phone begins beeping with consecutive texts.

Jon: What does that even mean?

Jon: Does Sansa know? What is he going to do?

Jon: I’ll bloody kill that prick!

Robb smiles with the kind of mischievous glee he thinks he picked up from Arya. He almost wants to cackle but Sansa is in the next room and she’ll definitely be suspicious if he cackles.

Robb: Don’t know, mate. But I’m stuck at work. Can you just go to Sansa’s and make sure she’s okay for me? I don’t want the bastard showing up when she’s alone.

Jon: She’s alone? Where’s Jeyne?

Robb: She’s out of town for the weekend.

Jon: Okay, yeah. I’ll be right there.

Robb does let out a soft cackle this time as he gets up from the sofa where he’s been lounging. He pockets his phone and pokes his head into the kitchen. Sansa is draining spaghetti through a colander with her back towards him.

“Hey Sans, do you want some wine? I’ll pop out to the Bargain Booze for a nice bottle of red, yeah?”

“Sure, if you want,” Sansa answers absently. “I can’t drink much tonight. I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow.”

“Cool. I’ll be back in a bit.”


Robb slips out from the flat and rounds the corner to hide. It takes Jon nearly twenty minutes to finally get there and when he throws open the flat door in a rush, Robb has a shit-eating grin on his face.

Much to his delight, if he presses his ear to the front door, Robb can easily hear the future couple talking inside.

“Sansa? Are you here?”

“Jon! What are you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Harry’s been trying to get back together with you?”


“I could threaten him again. Evidently, the last time didn’t really get it through his thick skull.”

“Wait, what? Jon, what are you talking about?” A pause. “What do you mean, again?”

“Oh. Did… Did Robb not tell you about… Never mind, it’s nothing.”

“Jon Snow, what did you do?”

A longer pause and then a frustrated groan. “Look, Sans, he cheated on you! I couldn’t just let him get away with that, so I did what I had to.”

“Oh my god. You’re just as bad as Robb!”

Robb frowns, filing that away for later date when he can demand what the hell Sansa actually means by that, because frankly, he’s a great big brother. If he isn’t, would he be here right now trying to set them up? Of course not. He’s the best.

“I don’t need either of you to protect me. I’m not fifteen anymore. I can look out for myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t but I’m always going to want to protect you. I can’t help it, okay? You’re you and… you deserve the best. You deserve better than someone like Harry.”

“I know that but if you keep scaring off every guy I try to date then who’ll that leave me with, Jon?”

Robb positively bounces on the balls of his feet, willing his best friend to step up. This is his chance. If he doesn’t bloody take it, Robb is definitely going to kill him.

“I… I don’t know. Is it wrong of me to think no one’s good enough for you?”

“No, but…”

There’s a long pause this time. At first, Robb thinks they’re speaking too softly for him to hear but he knows his best friend and he knows his sister. They’re at a crossroads and neither are brave enough to step forward.

“I hated seeing you with him, you know? Every time he touched you, I just wanted to hurt him, do anything to keep him away from you.”


“Shit, I… I don’t know how to say this. I’ve never been good with this stuff. And I know, fuck I know that I don’t deserve you either, and I am honestly happy to just be in your life as your friend. It’s more than enough for me but… but it’ll kill me if I don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“… that I love you. That I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you. I guess at first it was just a stupid crush. I mean you hated me for the longest time and for some reason I thought that was cute.” There’s a bark of laughter; even from outside a door, Robb can tell it’s self-deprecating. “But then we became friends and you started really talking to me and I got to watch you grow up and it’s like… there’s no one that even compares to you. No one as smart or as kind or as blindingly loyal. You’re it, Sansa.”

“God, we’re stupid.”


“You and me. We’re so stupid.” His sister laughs. “Because I’ve been in love with you for just as long and I thought you only saw me as a little sister. I didn’t… If I had known –”

 Sansa’s words are cut short, and for a small moment, Robb has to wonder why, but then there’s a loud thud against the door and suddenly, he’s far too aware of what’s happening on the other side. This is why he didn’t want to get involved. This is why the thought of his best friend and his little sister made – and still makes – him so nauseated.

When he hears a soft moan from the other side of the door, Robb immediately hightails it out of there, desperate to drown out that sound with as much alcohol as possible, because that’s his baby sister. That’s the little girl in pigtails he used to carry around on his back. And now she’s making out with his best friend, whom he’s once seen throw up on himself at sixteen.

As he races down the street and far, far way from the couple, Robb has to admit that he’s thrilled for those two. In a weird sort of way, he’s glad that at least they’re kissing each other and not anyone else because Robb knows that there isn’t a bloody thing Jon wouldn’t do for Sansa. He’d protect her with his dying breath if he had to and that to a big brother is like rain in a drought.

And Sansa is good for Jon too. She makes him smile more than anyone else, Robb included, and Jon needs that. His life hadn’t been easy growing up. A single mother and an absent father meant Jon had to grow up faster than most and his outlook on life has always been shadowed by that past, but when he’s with Sansa, it’s like none of that matters anymore. It’s good. Gross, but good, and Robb is happy for them.

He’s even happier that he can lord this over their heads for the rest of their lives. That’s definitely the best part.

Exo Reaction to S/O Feeling Insecure


Look at all these rolls. I need to lose weight” The moment those words left your mouth, Chen immediately shook his head and told you that it was unnecessary to change anything. You tried to tell him that you wanted to look good in order to match him, and he wouldn’t even listen to another word before changing the topic. Later, he’d make sure to assure you that you’re beautiful the way you are and that he loves you beyond your looks. 


I hate how short I am” At first, Lay would be really surprised when he heard that you felt insecure about your height since he always thought that you looked adorable. But after much thought, he realized that people probably teased you maliciously about your shortness. The next time you saw him, Lay brought a bouquet of flowers and serenaded you with a heartfelt song about how loved everything about you. Baobei, you’re perfect.


Why am I so stupid?” His disbelieving laugh startled the both of you. Chanyeol could not comprehend how you could think of yourself as stupid when you’re one of the most intelligent people that he knows. He’ll apologize quickly for laughing even though he didn’t do it out of malicious intent. Be prepared for a barrage of compliments over the next few days.


I can’t stand the way I look” When Jongin overheard you crying about your appearance in the bathroom, his first emotion would be anger. He’s furious at himself for not making you feel beautiful enough and needs a few minutes to calm himself down. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he’ll go look for you and have a heartfelt talk about how you’re beautiful inside out.


“I don’t deserve you” There was a moment of unsettling silence as Suho stared at you. Then in an extremely solemn tone, he began to list all the reasons why he thinks you’re amazing, and his voice would quiver slightly with heartfelt emotion. By the end, you would be in tears and Suho would gently wipe your face and ask you to never doubt your yourself again. 


I wish I was paler” Out of all the members, Xiumin would be the most empathetic since he has dealt with issues about his appearance in the past. He would most likely lend a listening ear and let you rant about why you feel so insecure. Then, he’ll tell you about his struggle, and the both of you will feel closer to each other at the end and promise to end these insecurities with time.


I can’t wear that. I have to cover up my scars.” Sehun would pause for second since he’s always thought that your scars was just a part of you and not something that you should be ashamed of. He wouldn’t know how to respond in such a situation and feels that he should just let you do whatever makes you comfortable. However, if he hears you repeatedly downgrading yourself then he’ll bluntly tells you to stop and that your scars is a sign of your strength.


I want to look like her.” You were in the middle of the sentence when you saw Baekhyun’s horrified expression. He would explode in a tirade of why you shouldn’t want to be anyone but yourself. In the end, you would forget all about your previous thoughts and laugh at Baekhyun’s exaggerated gestures and expressions. Once he calmed down, he’ll kiss you gently and tell you to trust him that you should never change.


I’m growing my hair out. People are saying that I look like a man.” His first reaction would be to ask you who are the people talking about your looks and where he can find them. Kyungsoo would not want you to change for other people especially if it’s something that is none of their business. He would have a serious talk with you about ignoring the haters because he has a lot of experience dealing with the antis. Then he would throw some serious shade at people who can’t mind their own damn business. 

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Anon requested Ex-Boyfriend Wonwoo and Current-Boyfriend Mingyu where you’re about the meet the members of Mingyu’s idol group for the first time and have no idea that the figure from your past will be there. ANGST.

Mingyu has been so excited to introduce you to the members of Seventeen. He hasn’t stopped smiling since you joined up with him that afternoon, ready to grab a coffee and then swing by the practice rooms to meet them all for the first time.

The two of you haven’t been dating for very long, but you’re both very happy together. He almost makes you forget the pains of your last boyfriend- your high school boyfriend who broke your heart. Mingyu is so full of an innocent sort of joy with the best teasing, flirty edge. You can feel yourself falling in love with him day by day. So you’re smiling almost as much as he is as you follow him up the stairs to the Pledis building back door.

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Endless Reasons - Jack Maynard

Request: Could you do one where y/n ‘temporarily’ moves into Jack’s apartment while finding somewhere to live (like Alex in Jacks new vlog) but as she begins to move out Jack realises how much he likes her and has to make her stay? Thanksssss

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: Sorry for the lack of imagines recently, I went shopping with my best friend today so I couldn’t update!

I hope you like :)


“Jack, how many times have I told you to put the blender away when you’re finished?” You yelled from the kitchen. 

You and Jack had been living together for a couple of months now and although you loved Jack as a person, you could not picture yourself living with him for very much longer for a number of different reasons. 

Reason #1: He always kept the bathroom a disaster.

Reason #2: He was insanely loud when coming home from the bar.

Reason #3: You had fallen for him.

Jack may be a messy person when it comes to the bathroom but the more time you spent with him, the more you fell for him. His stupid laugh, his gorgeous blue eyes and sparkling smile caused you to feel something you never thought you would. Any time he looked at you, you felt yourself lingering a little longer than you probably should, when he touched you, your skin felt warm and when he hugged you, you found yourself wanting it to last more than three seconds. All those reasons, (mainly the last one) made you rethink your living situation.

You had moved into Jack’s apartment after your parents decided to pack up and travel the world which caused you to have to find a place to live. It had happened so quickly so you didn’t really have time to plan anything but when Jack heard about your situation, he immediately offered up his place. You were skeptical since you knew it would be different from living with two adults and a dog but you didn’t exactly have any other options so you took him up on his offer.

“Sorry, I was in a rush this morning.” He said, walking out of his room and moving the blender from the counter.

“You know…I think I should find a different place to live.” You said, placing the dishes in the cupboard.

“Wait, what?” Jack asked, surprised. “No. You can’t.” You looked at him in confusion since you both knew this was only a temporary situation and waited for him to explain what his problem was. “I mean, you don’t even have another place in mind…”

“I’ve been to see a few places and there’s one I actually like not too far from here…I think I’m going to take it.”

“(y/n)…just take some time to think about it…make sure it’s right.” He said, looking down at the ground as he leaned against the counter. You looked at him confused as you didn’t understand what his problem was.

“Jack, I’ve got to move out, I can’t live here forever.”

“You don’t have to…” He said, following you into your room but you heard him stop as you entered your room. “What the hell?” He asked, looking around. Your room had been cleaned up and there were now boxes filled with your things. “You’ve signed…”

“I haven’t.” You explained. “But I just thought I would get a head start on packing…you know, things I don’t use that much.”

“Please don’t leave.” He said, moving towards you and taking your hand in his.

You looked down at your connected hands and felt your skin begin to heat up. You wanted to keep your hand there. You wanted to be able to have moments like this one but you knew as long as you lived with him, you couldn’t. There was no way in hell it was going to work if you lived with the boy you had fallen for. The endless weekends of him coming home with random girls he wouldn’t remember the morning after, the endless conversations of his conquests and the endless competition between him and the boys was driving you crazy. You couldn’t stand to live down the hall from the boy who had taken your heart and didn’t even know it.

“You’re making this hard.” You whispered, pulling your hand away. 

“What?” He asked, taking a step closer to you. You took a deep breath as you felt his, due to the closeness between you two. “All you have to do is stay.” He said, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. “Please.”

“Okay.” You said and before you could even think about anything else, Jack’s lips were pressed against yours. He placed his hands on your hips, pressing his chest against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss began to deepen and all the reasons for leaving seemed to disappear from your mind.

Faking it (Grayson) Part 1/?

Summary: Your bestfriend Grayson is attending a relative’s wedding and he needs you to act as his girlfriend. Cue lots of pining from both your sides, smug looks from Ethan and their family pressuring you into marriage and babies.
Word Count: 1,423
Warnings: None.
A/N: I felt like trying out something new, this is gonna be divided into parts, I don’t know how many just yet. And there will be lots of pining in this. But it’ll be fun! Feedback is appreciated, that way I know if you guys like it and want more xx


“It smells delicious in here,” Ethan said as he walked out of his room and towards the kitchen. He ran his fingers through his hair, still damp from the shower and sat down by the counter.

You glanced at him quickly, focusing back on cutting up the paprikas without getting too close to your fingers with the knife.

“That’s just me,” you joked and snorted out a laugh when you heard Ethan chuckle. “I’m making a new dish, I found the recipe online and decided that the both of you would be the ones to try it first.”

“So we’re gonna get poisoned tonight?” Ethan asked and you stopped chopping to look up at his grinning face. You picked up a piece of paprika and flung it at his stupid face.


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stop yelling ‘parkour’ when you scale fences and run across the road that’s dangerous and an incredibly inefficient detour so gET BACK HERE

“Ethan!” Tyler yelled, running after his idiotic best friend as he hopped over another fence, yelling ‘PARKOUR!’

Tyler caught up to Ethan, seeing that shit-eating grin that he war. His hair was disheveled, a bright blue mess sitting on his head. Tyler sighed, grabbing Ethan’s arm and dragging him to the Starbucks, their original destination.

“Aw cmon dude, that was sick and you know it!” Ethan whined as he trailed behind Tyler. Tyler shook his head disapprovingly, looking back at the shorter boy. His eyes were wide and his had a sad look on his face. Tyler forced himself to turn around, although he’d love to spend hours staring at that face.

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never mind the bus fare

@natsumeweek 2017
Day 1; Greetings/Goodbyes

pairing: nishinatsu

just like with the mob psycho valentine week earlier this year, each of these prompts are each going to read as a chapter of the same story. they wont be very long!!! because i’ve learned my lesson!!! but hopefully you enjoy this little story all the same :)

title borrowed from the frank o’hara poem; “lead me always upward, my true darling, and never mind the bus fare.”


The thing is, Nishimura Satoru kind of absolutely loves Natsume. It’s not even really a secret.

Kitamoto will always know him better than anyone, and Taki and Tanuma are the best school buddies a guy could ask for, but Natsume is something special.

“Heeey!” he calls across the room the second a dusty blond head appears in the doorway. “You finally showed up!”

A few of their classmates shoot him long-suffering looks, and an exasperated Tsuji says, “You see him every day, Nishimura. Tone it down a little.”

But Natsume smiles, his face going soft the way it does for Touko and Taki and his ugly cat, and says, “Good morning” so fondly that everyone else just sort of sighs and leaves them to it. His voice turns teasing when he adds, “You’re gonna get us thrown out one of these days, you know.”

“Their loss,” Satoru announces. “We’ll just take the party with us!”

It makes Natsume laugh, a sunny sound, and Satoru grins at him. Just like that, he thinks, it’s going to be a good day.

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BTS reaction to you having a funny laugh

Anonymous said: Hi! Could you do a BTS reaction to their girlfriend snorting when they laugh/having a stupid or funny laugh?

All done! This was fun to write ^.^

(I realise now some of this went slightly off-topic, just a little bit cx Hope you still enjoy though! :D)

Rap Monster (Namjoon):

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

You’d be sitting on the couch one day, watching TV, endlessly flicking through channels as you’d try to find something at least somewhat interesting to watch. You’d lean back against the couch, letting out a bored sigh.

Namjoon would walk into the room, slightly absentmindedly, and so wouldn’t notice the discarded shoe that was lying on the hardwood floor. His foot would get caught on the shoe, causing him to stumble and fall flat on his face.

Having heard him entering the room, you’d witnessed the whole incident. Your hand would fly to your mouth as you’d try to suppress your laughter, but with Namjoon looking like he’d given up on life, and the general hilarity of the situation, you’d burst out into laughter, practically howling as you’d fall backwards on the couch. 

Namjoon would look up in disbelief when he’d hear you snorting and cackling, the pain fading away almost instantly, as he’d begin to laugh along with you, not so much at his own clumsiness, but more at the hilarity of your laugh.

“You never fail to surprise me, (Y/N).” He’d grin, as he got up, touching his face cautiously.

Jin (Seokjin):

Originally posted by vlientae

You’d be hanging out with the boys at the practice room, watching as they’d play the ‘Dangyunhaji’ game, also known as the ‘Of Course’ game. The first to go up would be Jungkook, and your boyfriend Jin. You’d immediately perk up as you’d see Jin step up, blowing him a kiss with a small giggle, as you’d raise your fist in the ‘hwaiting’ stance. He’d smile back at you, before turning to face Jungkook.

You’d watch as the game began, the maknae very clearly enjoying the fact that he’d get to roast Jin for once in his life. You’d giggle slightly as Jungkook would exclaim, “Ya!” as Jin would look away, laughing, his expression almost saying, “Is this boy serious?” The other members would already be bursting into laughter, clapping at the general hilarity of the situation, and at Jungkook’s cockiness. Jungkook would begin to essentially roast his eldest hyung, yet Jin would take in all in, answering, “Of course!”

They’d continue to insult each other back and forth, and you and the other boys watched in anticipation, waiting for the blow that would end it once and for all. Jungkook would once again take his turn, giggling in enjoyment and glee at the opportunity. “Ya!” he’d exclaim once again. “You know that we called you handsome for the broadcasts only, right?” 

The boys would all playfully jeer, as you stood there, clapping your hands and snickering, awaiting Jin’s response. Jin would stand there, looking at the maknae in disbelief for a second, before storming off in mock anger, yet a small smile still tugging at his lips. You’d burst out into laughter, at Jungkook’s insult, at Jin who’d standing with his forehead pressed against the wall. You wouldn’t be able to help snorting while you’d collapse on the floor in laughter, causing all the boys, including Jin, to turn around and stare at you, before all bursting into laughter themselves, filling the room with the sound of joyous laughter. 

Jin would continue to stare at you in disbelief, asking, “How can such a laugh come out of such a cute person?”, yet still slightly relieved the attention had turned to you instead.

Suga (Yoongi):

Originally posted by jeonbase

You’d both be cuddled up on the sofa together, blankets wrapped around you, as you’d lean back onto Yoongi, his arms wrapped tightly around you. You’d be watching a comedy movie, when an especially funny scene came on. Laughter would suddenly escape out of you, turning into a silent shuddering, as you laughed breathlessly, smacking your own thighs at the hilarity of it.

Yoongi would let go of you, shifting upwards in his seat and twisting his body around as far as he could, to look at you, giving you a look of confusion, yet chuckling and shaking his head simultaneously. 

“What was that exactly? You looked like your soul was trying to escape from your body, are you okay?” He’d ask with mock concern, as you’d giggle, playfully smacking his arm. He’d simply smile, pulling you back in by the waist as you settled back down, as you’d still be slightly recovering.

J-Hope (Hoseok):

Originally posted by hosoeks

Hoseok would poke his head into the living room with a slightly bewildered expression after hearing a high-pitched, almost chipmunk like, shriek coming from that direction. He’d be met with the sight of you convulsing with laughter on the couch, your whole body shaking as you’d continue to shriek, until you’d begin to almost choke on your own laughter, at which point your laughter would become more breathless. Your phone would be discarded on the floor, a result of you accidentally dropping it in the midst of your laughter.

A few seconds of watching you would be all it would take for Hoseok to start laughing along with you, running into the room and practically collapsing on the couch along with you, despite having no idea what it was you were laughing at, but the sound of your laughter being enough.

Once you’d both eventually calmed down, your body still shaking a little, Hoseok would look at you, cocking his head to the side in a confused gesture, as if to say, “What’s so funny?”

You’d just shake your head at him, saying, “Never mind,” as you’d smirk with a knowing expression, getting up to get a glass of water.

“Yah, you have to tell me now (Y/N)!” He’d call after you, still in awe and disbelief. 


Originally posted by jeonsshi

When he’d hear someone erupt with laughter over a dumb joke the maknae made, he’d scan the room, searching for the source of such a stupid laugh. His eyes would come to a stop when he’d see you practically collapsing on the floor with laughter, snorting and cackling, chest heaving and generally sounding almost like a evil witch from a fairy-tale. 

His eyes would instantly widen, his mouth forming into a O-shape in pure disbelief and bewilderment, as you’d continue to laugh uncontrollably, your face flushing a vibrant pink. He’d begin to giggle uncontrollably, his eyes scrunching up as he’d laugh. 

“How could such a laugh come out of someone like her?” He’d wonder to himself, your laughter becoming contagious as he’d also begin laughing and giggling at the sight, shaking his head.

V (Taehyung):

Originally posted by koiyomi

(Set in ‘Just One Day’ era ^.^ - see GIF)

Taehyung and the other boys would be at the practice room, getting ready to film a new dance practice video for their channel, and you’d decided to come along as you’d have some spare time on your hands. Flinging your bag and coat in a corner of the room, you’d find a spot by the wall, sitting down cross-legged as you’d lean against the wall to watch.

The boys would take their positions on the chairs, freezing in place as they’d all await the music to begin. ‘Just One Day’ would begin to play, and the boys would begin to perform the choreography as always. You’d sway gently to the music, Jungkook beginning first, before spotting Namjoon looking in your direction and making silly faces, crossing his eyes and jutting out his lip. 

You’d snicker, your hand balling up into a fist and flying to your mouth, in a slightly feeble attempt to suppress your laughter, before Hoseok would catch on, also making dumb faces at you. At this point, it would become increasingly difficult to hold in your laughter, and you’d feel your chest shaking slightly as the laughter would begin to bubble up. It would only be once the boys shouted, “Suga!” (see Just One Day dance practice video c:) that you wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer, and the laughter would erupt from your body, a combination of a high-pitched cackling, and snorting. 

While you’d attempt to keep it in, Taehyung would glance over at you quickly, covering his face (see GIF) as he’d begin snickering himself. You’d continue to breathlessly laugh, Taehyung finding it increasingly hard to hold in his own laughter, his face flushing red as he’d wait for his verse.

“Ah, this girl, her laugh is on another level,” he’d think to himself, still attempting to not break out into laughter. 


Originally posted by choazy

(A/N: Oops, this section turned out to be more of a scenario, I got a bit too carried away cx)

You’d be at the dorms with the boys, after deciding to play blindfolded ‘Hide and Seek’ together. After a round or two of ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’, Taehyung would be chosen as the seeker, Jin stepping up to tie the scarf around Taehyung’s eyes. After spinning him around a few times, the game would finally begin. 

You’d lay down against the wall, attempting not to shuffle around too much, in order to not get caught. You’d glance over at Kookie, who’d choose simply to stand in a spot near the centre, and you’d smirk, expecting him to be one of the first to get caught. Taehyung would walk around the room cautiously, arms out in a zombie-like manner, after having smacked into the camera a couple times. You’d attempt to slow your breath down, trying to keep quiet so you wouldn’t be caught.

The game would go on, and the members would begin to get caught, one by one, albeit after a lot of Taehyung crashing into random objects, causing you to giggle a little, but your hand flying to your mouth as you’d try to stop your laughter. Both you and Kookie would be quite competitive, always trying to beat each other, no matter what game or competition it was was. For this reason, when Taehyung would hear your giggles, spinning around and following the direction of the sound, you’d gasp slightly, lifting your legs up in an attempt to get away, but failing all the same as you’d huff, getting up and watching as the game went on.

Eventually, Jimin and Jungkook would be the only two left, as Taehyung would continue to wander around. Kookie would be very sly about the whole thing, silently moving about as soon as he came near. Taehyung would then walk off in a different direction, following the wall. This would result in Taehyung accidentally hitting Suga in the face with his butt, and Suga looking up at him with a slightly murderous, yet playful expression, causing you to snort out loud. What would really get to you though, is when Kookie would be the only one left, and the boys would attempt to help Tae out of his misery by guiding him where to go. This would result in Taehyung basically chasing Jungkook around the room, causing all the suppressed laughter building up inside you to escape from your body as you’d let out a unladylike, loud belly-laugh, snorting out loud. Everyone, literally everyone, would turn around to stare at you, and for a few seconds, the only sound in the room would be your weird laughter. Jungkook would laugh, pulling out his phone to record you rolling about on the floor, hair getting in your face, and the whole room would erupt with the sound of laughter.

Jungkook would kneel beside you, waving his phone at you to show you the recording, as you gasped, attempting to snatch the phone off him, only causing him to run away laughing. 

“Jeon Jungkook!” You’d scream, running after him, still laughing your head off.

Fifteen - Conor Maynard

Request: Can you write about Conor and Y/N hooking up while drunk and in the morning Y/N is really happy because she’s wanted to be with Conor since she met him and Conor felt the same way

Smut: No

Requests are OPEN!

A/N: Okay, so I don’t know what it is about Conor Imagines but I ALWAYS get carried away and get so involved that I don’t ever want to stop writing. I LOVE THIS ONE. I’m so obsessed with it. God, why do I do this to myself? THANK YOU so much for this request, I loved it. And I hope you do too!


Waking up next to him was something you thought you’d never do. He was someone who only did hookups and you were someone who only did relationships. You saw the way he acted with girls and although you knew you’d never be one of them, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like. Would it be passionate? Would it be rough? Would it be sloppy? Would it be something you’d think about day in and day out? Growing up around someone like him was hard. Girls threw themselves at him and there was no denying he loved it. He had his pick and he definitely took advantage of it. But for you, there was only one guy. Him.

Conor Maynard was egotistical. Conor Maynard was intriguing. Conor Maynard was the only boy you had ever truly fallen for. You didn’t think being his neighbour would impact your life in the slightest but it had. You two were tied at the hips; despite the three year age difference. He protected you like a sister, he opened up to you like a best friend and he treated you like family. With all the time you spent together, it was hard not to see him differently as you grew up. As kids, at one point; he was Batman and you were Robin, at another, you were the Princess and he was the Prince.

“I bet it wouldn’t be that bad.”

“You wouldn’t do it anyway.”

“Wanna bet?”

Your first kiss. The minute his lips left yours, you ran. You didn’t want him to see the smile that had appeared on your face. It was a moment you’d never forget. As teenagers, everyone told you that you’d end up together but you were grossed out by him. He was entering the beginning stages of “Alpha Male” and you wanted no part of it. Now, as young adults, you accepted the fact that you were in love with him. His stupid laugh, his stupid jokes and his stupid blue eyes made you fall even harder every single day. You knew you couldn’t say anything. Twenty-one years of friendship would be ruined if anything went wrong and to you, it wasn’t worth it.

“Can we just talk about it?” He asked, following you around your apartment.

“Conor, it’s not a big deal.” Of course it was. It was something you wanted for a long time but you weren’t going to let him know that.

Last weekend, you and Conor had gone home together after a night out. Your intentions were pure. You just wanted to lay on the couch, eat your pizza and watch re-runs of Made in Chelsea until you fell asleep. That’s it. Nothing more. But the situation changed. Quickly. Since Conor lived so close to the bar-scene, you would always end up crashing on his couch instead of having to pay for an Uber home. Conor never objected to it…in fact he encouraged it. He would much rather you sleep at his place so he could drive you home in the morning, instead of sending you home alone. But when you arrived back at his place last Friday night, what seemed like an innocent snuggle on the couch turned into a lustful night in the bedroom.

“You’re lying.” He said, grabbing your hand and turning you to face him. “I know you don’t do one night stands.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” You were trying your hardest to act as if it didn’t mean anything to you. You didn’t want things to get weird and you knew this was the best way of handling the situation.

“Dammit.” Conor said, getting annoyed. “Who knew that day you ran away from me in my backyard would lead to this? That kiss ruined everything.”

Tears formed in your eyes as you realized he regretted the first kiss you two shared. There was nothing about that moment you regretted so it hurt you to know he felt differently.

“You’re such a asshole.” You said, beginning to bite the inside of your right cheek in the hopes that it would stop the tears from falling. “Conor, I don’t regret that kiss and I sure as hell don’t regret last weekend. You know, for the past fifteen years that’s all I ever wanted. Last weekend was something I have been wanting to do for as long as I can remember. And for the past week, it’s all that I’ve thought about. Fifteen years and I’ve just now come to terms with the fact that I can’t see myself with anyone other than you but you can’t see yourself with anyone…period. And you know what? That’s fine, do what you want but don’t you dare make me have this conversation with you if all you’re going to say is ‘It meant nothing’ because to me, Conor…it meant everything.”

“(y/n), I’m making you have this conversation with me so that you know it didn’t mean ‘nothing’ to me. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say all of that? Fifteen years. I don’t regret that kiss but it ruined any chance of us being friends for the rest of our lives…because it made me want to be with you.”

Before you could say anything, Conor cupped your face and kissed you. The kiss was slow and gentle and it was as if time had stopped so it was just the two of you. Every memory you had with him ran through your mind and there was no other future for you than him.

BTS reactions to your nightmare in which they die

A/N: We made these unnecessarily long. Oh well. - Amelia



You awoke him as your legs kicked underneath the blankets and once he was fully awake he could hear your small whimpers. Confused and unsure of what to do to get you to stop, he flipped you over so you were facing him and he tried to shake you awake.

“Y/n!” “Wake up!” It took you mere seconds to burst your eyes open and jolt upward in the bed. 

Jin’s eyes peered into yours with concern.

“Bad dream?” He asked as he slid his hand up and down your back, calming you down.

“Yeah…” You murmured still in shock from your nightmare.

“What happened?” His eyes focused on the pattern of your sheets, not trying to force it out of you by keeping eye contact but still rubbing shapes on your back so you felt his presence. 

“Well…” you began to whisper, “you died.” finishing off the phrase you croaked and started to sob. Jin pulled you in for a tight hug. 

“It’s okay Jagi. I’m here right now! I’m alive and well!” He held you through the rest night not letting go until you both woke up. You were sore from the position but Kim Seokjin was beside you, loving you, nothing could damper your mood.

Originally posted by jinkooks


You knew Yoongi was going to be at the studio late tonight and although he was busy, you needed to see him. Your feet moved your body before your mind even registered what was happening, and before you knew it you were outside his studio, knocking gently on the door. It was already 11 o’clock by the time you walked all the way there, and you were sleepy before you left so the minute after he greeted you at the door with his box smile, you were fast asleep on the couch. 

You had a nightmare, a beautifully chilling nightmare. Yoongi, sat at the piano, playing a simple melody. You were watching him in peace, but something didn’t feel right. His body kept gliding further and further away, the tempo was speeding up, your heart thumped in your chest, until you felt a pang when he hit the wrong note. It was silent. He was right in front of you now, your vision swayed, and his image was blurry. Flames erupted from the piano. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, a look of pure sorrow etched into his face. The crackling from the flaming piano became louder and louder as it was coming toward the both of you and it swallowed him up. Leaving you, alone, in the dark. You could hear his voice in the distance, your body was crumpling up. 

“Y/n?” He said. The darkness was being overtaken by a yellow glow, and his voice became crisper.

“Y/n… are you alright?” Your eyes shot open to find him kneeling in front of the sofa. Not skipping a beat, you threw yourself into his arms, landing you both in a jumble of limbs on the floor.

“I’ve missed you so much lately, I had to come see you… and I fell asleep… and it felt like I lost you.” you rambled.

“I was right there the whole time you were asleep…” 

“No, it was different from that. You burned up right in front of my eyes”

He tossed you a puzzled look while he helped you stand up off the floor. 

“Probably because I’m super ha ha hawt.”

“OhmYGod Min Yoongi, get back to work.”

His silhouette sitting in front of the piano was just like the one in your nightmare. He started to play the same tune giving you a little bit of deja vu.  

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


You’d been feeling unwell for a few days and had been laying in bed for the majority of the time. Hobi wanted to be there for you as much as he could and he was but he still had to go to the studio as scheduled. When he came home each day he arrived with medicine and food. He’d creep into your bedroom so he wouldn’t wake you and stroke your hair as you slept until you woke up. 

You jolted upright, you’d broken into a sweat and your head was aching. Hobi had been laying right beside you. He was also sleeping, he was exhausted, worrying about you and working 12+ hours a day. He sat upright beside you; when you jolted it woke him up. 

“Y/n, what’s the matter?” He mumbled, his eyes still half shut. You didn’t answer him right away, you were collecting your thoughts. Since Hobi was gone most of the time all you could do was dream about him. In fact, that’s all you did these days, dream about Hosoek. Every sleeping and waking moment your thoughts were consumed with him. Now that you were laid up in bed somehow those 24/7 thoughts were amplified. 

He put his hand to your forehead, “Aiish, Y/n! You’re burning up!” he exclaimed as he clamoured out of bed to go grab you a cold pack and some medicine. When he made his way away fromthe bed to the door you grabbed his wrist. 

“Don’t go!” You whimpered. He looked at you with confusion, his hair was dishevelled and his eyes were asking why but his mouth wasn’t moving. 

“I had a nightmare… and… you died.”

 A small smile unfolded on his face as he climbed back into bed with you giving you a giant bear hug. 

“…But can you still go get me some Advil?” You asked, to which he let out a hearty Hoseok laugh. 

Originally posted by orchid-bud


It was 2 in the morning. Namjoon had dropped you off last night at 11 and it was crazy how much you missed him. You should’ve been living together by this point in your 4 year relationship; your parents views on living together before marriage meant that it was a definite no no. So when you woke up from a horrible nightmare you had to call Joon to comfort you.

“Y/n whats up? It’s 2 in the morning. Can’t Sleep?” His husky voice echoed in your ears and you couldn’t help the tears that came. The contents of your nightmare were fresh in your memory and you missed his presence. Hearing his voice only made the crying worse as he was at a total loss of what to say over the phone. The usually suave Namjoon couldn’t utter a word for more than a minute as he listened to your sobs and hicks over the receiver. 

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” He finally spoke. His voice faint.

“Is everything okay? You’re not hurt? In danger?” Suddenly his brain was functioning -he was out of his sleepy state- and he was thinking of every possible bad thing that could be happening to you. The panic was rising inside him, you weren’t answering and kept crying. 

“I’ll be over in a few.” You wanted to hear his voice longer but the sound of his fumbling around in your living room as he hurried to your bedroom subsided that feeling because he the real, living Namjoon was right there embracing you

Originally posted by cheoeum


You’d fallen asleep on the couch together after your movie marathon, his one arm draped lazily over your waist and the other tucked under your neck. You’d been fighting sleep this whole time, so you had no trouble letting the music of the ending credits lull you to sleep.

Jimin was woken up by your quiet whimpers, he slid his hand up your front and cupped your cheek, turning your face towards him. You were pouting, cold sweat glistening on your forehead. Jimin panicked, he didn’t know what was wrong with you, but he didn’t like it. Immediately he propped himself up on his elbow and wiped your face with his sleeve.

“Y/N?” he shook you shoulders in attempt to rouse you.

You whimpered in reply, sleep still fogging your senses, you weren’t even aware of the tears leaking out of your eyes.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” his warm voice coaxed you awake and you became aware of your wet eyes.

“Mmm… Jimin,” you whined, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down. His breathe hitched at your action, and he quickly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“I’m here, Y/N. Tell me what happened.”

“Y-you…” Your sobs and hicks cut you off. Jimin began rubbing his hands up and down your back, offering you some comfort. Whipping your tears into his shirt you start again.

“You died.”

He pulls away and looks at you with a mix of concern and sympathy. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before pulling you into his warm embrace again.

“It’s okay, I’m not dead, I’m right here.”

Originally posted by sugaglos


“Don’t joke about that!” You yelled, as you faced the opposite direction from Taehyung on the couch.

“About dying if I had to watch a relatives sextape?” 

“Yes! That’s sick Taehyung… how does that even come up in conversation! You can’t just say things like that!”

“I don’t understand what your problem is. You know when me and the guys start talking there are a wide variety of topics.

“I know, I know..” You said, waving him off. 

“What’s really eating you?” 


“Y/n,” he said sternly then this voice softened, “just tell me what this is all about.”

“I had this nightmare a week ago and I keep thinking about it.” You put your hands over your face, sighing into them, knowing that Taehyung would laugh at you for overreacting. 

“…What happened in it?” 

“Well for starters, you ended up dying.” Your voice was faltering and you were waiting for his stupid laugh to full the air in your living room. 

“… Y/n…” He grabbed your hand gently. You sat tensely facing the other way tears threatening to spill out until he pulled you around toward his chest and embraced you, and the tears rolled. 

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official


He was sitting on the couch when you came in sniffling. The TV was on but you thought you left it on, you had no idea that he was sitting there. The room was dark and you turned the TV off he let out a ‘YAH!’ and he scared you so much. What he didn’t know was that you were already upset over a nightmare you had where he died and the extra shock wasn’t needed. 

“Jungkook-ah! You scared me!” You shouted as he got off the couch and came over to you, confused about your puffy red cheeks and cloudy voice. Was it because you had just woken up, or were you… crying?

“Y/n, What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.. I just had a bad dream, that’s all.” You whispered trying to displace the wavering tone in your voice. You evaded his gaze while navigating to the kitchen in the dark. He followed you, of course. 

You reached on your tippy toes to grab a glass from the cupboard. He snaked his hand around your waist pulling you into his chest while his other arm grabbed the glass you were inches from nabbing. The moment his hand touched your side an overwhelming sense of relief surged through your body. You reeled yourself around and buried your face in his chest. the quiet sobs you began to choke out escalated when he chuckled and playfully moved your clinging figure along with him, over to the sink to fill your glass with water. 

Jungkook stroked your hair, to coax you out of your current, attached to his body state. Then he handed you the glass and watched you drink, not saying a word, never asking why you were crying. 

After he carried you back to bed, and you whispered out a soft ‘I love you’, he didn’t feel like he needed to ask. 

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

something angsty-ish: BOKUROO “I’m not cut out for this”

ao3 here

 “She’s pretty,” Kuroo says, his eyes following the long haired girl passing the shop. Her hair is dyed a dark shade of brown, but in the sun it looks a bit brighter, lively colour dancing on the top of her head, and the tips of her hair are wavy, just a little bit. She is pretty indeed, Bokuto thinks, as he slurps the milkshake, watching the girl through the window of McDonald’s. She is, except he finds someone else prettier.

 “Just your type,” he says when the girl disappears in the crowd, and Kuroo lets out a sigh.

 “I want a girlfriend,” he drags out the words, a little whine, as he lounges himself on the counter. He turns his head to look at Bokuto. “Let’s go to the mixer next week? Konoha is organizing one.”

 “I don’t want a girlfriend,” Bokuto says, averting his eyes and pretending to follow someone on the street.

 “Oh, come on,” Kuroo pokes him in the stomach and gives him a grin, Bokuto can see it from the corner of his eye, “we were too busy with volleyball in highschool, but in uni we could find time for girls.”

 Bokuto lets out a sigh; he doesn’t think, doesn’t want to let it slide again.

 “It’s not that,” he says. He shifts his eyes from the crowd of unknown people he doesn’t care about to the one he knows the best, cares the most about, and his heart starts aching, just a little bit. It’s not the perfect moment he’s been waiting for, but he’s been waiting for too long and the moment will never come, Bokuto knows it, he’s known it all along. It’s a bad moment, but it’s a moment nevertheless, a chance that will pass soon if he hesitates again, and he’s already been hesitating enough.

 “I will never want a girlfriend,” he says, and he’s looking at Kuroo’s eyes, and he sees how for a moment Kuroo opens his mouth ready to shoot any reply back, but the words register in his head and finally, realisation hits him. Bokuto gives him a smile, but it must look bitter, maybe even sad. Kuroo nibbles on his lip and then licks it before opening his mouth again.

 “You want a boyfriend?” he asks, and the liveliness is coming back to his face. “Alright, you should have just said sooner! Man, my talks about the girls must have been annoying, sorry-”

 “I want you,” Bokuto interrupts because Kuroo is not running away, because Kuroo is looking at him, because Kuroo is all Bokuto has ever wanted, because  he’s the pretty one, not the girls and not the other boys, and because Bokuto is in love with him, with his voice and stupid laugh, with his mannerisms and his attitude, with his personality, with everything about him, and Bokuto can’t keep it to himself any longer.

 Kuroo lets out a silent chuckle, reaching to bump his fist against Bokuto’s thigh.

 “Of course you want me, I’m the most-” Bokuto is not laughing, and Kuroo stops, then he clears his throat.

 “You’re not joking about me,” he says and Bokuto takes a deep breath.

 “I’m not joking about you,” he replies.

 Kuroo looks at his eyes for a few more moments, then looks up and down, letting his eyes wander but never looking away from Bokuto, as if he’s searching for something.

 Bokuto waits, he’s rather good at it even though people don’t think so, paying attention to little things only, ignoring the whole picture. His heart aches even more now as he knows the answer, but at the same time he feels a bit lighter, a bit better for letting it out.

 Kuroo clears his throat.

 “I’m- Shit, Bokuto, I-” Bokuto sees how Kuroo looks for the words in his head, quickly running through the lists and lists of phrases to say. Finally, he decides.

 “I’m not cut out for this,” he says, and it’s not exactly what Bokuto’s wanted. There’s a note of regret in Kuroo’s voice, but it’s not directed at Bokuto, it’s coming from Kuroo himself, and this, somehow, hurts even more. There’s a pause, a short one, and then Kuroo adds, “I wish I was, but I’m not.”

 Bokuto nods, and then he nods once again, not knowing what to say.

 Life’s not fair, he thinks, as he feels Kuroo’s eyes on himself.

 “Life’s difficult,” he says aloud and he slurps his milkshake again. The chocolate milk tastes somewhat bitter.

 The same girl from before appears in the crowd again, this time walking with another girl, both of them chatting and laughing. The girl looks nice, her brown hair is framing a lovely face with a cute smile, and she’s heading to the McDonald’s; perhaps she went to meet her friend at the station.

 For a second, their eyes meet and then the girl looks a bit to the side where Kuroo is sitting.

 Bokuto looks at Kuroo as well.

 “She’s pretty,” he says and there’s a bit of jealously tainting him from inside.

 Because not like him, she has a chance.

Tutoring - Ponyboy Imagine (Requested)

Ponyboy’s POV:

“Whatcha got there kid?” Darry asked. One by one the gang piled into the kitchen, jumping around excitedly and digging through the cabinets.

“Just my language book. (Y/N)’s coming over so I can tutor her in Spanish” I said as I laid the book and the rest of our supplies out on the table.

“(Y/N) huh”

“Oo..sounds like Pony’s got himself a little girlfriend” Steve butt in, stuffing his mouth full of chips.

“Whatever” I said, rolling my eyes at him. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yet” Johnny laughed quietly.

“Better watch out Pony, (Y/N)’s a feisty one” Two-Bit said playfully.

“Yeah, sure you can handle her?” Steve joked. 

“Alright, come on guys. Go easy on him. It’s his first crush” Soda said, ruffling my hair. 

Suddenly the guys erupted in laughter and I heard various “aw”’s and “look at the kid”.

“It’s not like that guys..” I said, blushing.

“Oh so you’re saying you don’t like (Y/N)?” Two-Bit questioned.

“Um, well..”

“Aw look at em blush” Steve laughed. 

“Come on guys. I’m just tutoring her.” I assured them.

“Besides, a girl like her wouldn’t get with our type anyway.”

“You got that right” Two-Bit laughed.

“Yeah, as long as she had some brains. And since she needs you to tutor her, you might’ve lucked out” Steve said and everyone laughed.

Darry spoke up, “Alright guys, let’s get going. Pony, we’ll be home in an hour or two. You kids be good. No funny business when (Y/N) gets here.”

“Yeah, yeah” I said as the rest of the gang made their way out, ruffling my hair and smirking stupidly as they left.

Readers POV:

I walked up to the porch and checked the address a second time. This was it. I rang the bell and adjusted my dress a tad. I was ready to study but I was also a little nervous. Ponyboy Curtis was honestly one of the cutest guys in my class, smart too. I waited a couple seconds until out popped a smiling Ponyboy. His hazel eyes met mine. 

“Hey (Y/N), come on in” he said, leading the way.

His house was cozy and cute. And rather nice for just boys living there. We sat at the kitchen table next to each other and made small talk until we finally started studying. I had to admit, Pony was funny. He had me dying of laughter the whole time.

“Okay, okay” I said, wiping my eyes from laughing so hard at the comment he had just made about our teacher. 

“How would you say ‘my teacher sucks’ in spanish?” 

“Hmm..” he started, “mi professor chula, I think” he smiled.

“Mi professor chula” I repeated horribly.

“No” he laughed, “You’re not saying it have to roll your tongue”

“I can’t roll my tongue, I told you!” I giggled with embarrassment.

“Look, do this” he said, pulling me close and wiggling his tongue.

“You’re stupid” I laughed.

“Hey, it’s your grade..”

“Okay okay, so like this?” I said, mimicking his motions.

“Do it again.”

I rolled my tongue again and giggled. Pony sat silent, staring at my lips.

“What?” I asked concerned.

“ just have a cute tongue” he smirked.

I inched closer to him and looked into his eyes.

“Mi amor es tu amor” he whispered.

“What’s that mean?”

“My love is your love” he said sweetly. 

I felt his warm lips ghosting over mine.

“You’re good at this” I smiled.

Suddenly our lips met and erupted into a passionate kiss. Our mouths moved in sync and I could feel his tongue slowly teasing mine. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as we both smiled into the kiss. 

“Guys look!” 

My heart stopped and I quickly pulled away. Pony’s friends were standing in the doorway laughing and wiggling their eyebrows at us. I instantly felt my cheeks heat up and Pony looked as red as a tomato.

“I told you!”

“I knew it!” 

“Get a room!”

“We had one till you showed up..” Ponyboy said, rolling his eyes.

I giggled to myself as the guys continued to joke on us.

woo! I hope you guys enjoyed that! I know I’ve been gone for a week or two but I’m officially back and ready to take any requests you’d like! I’d really appreciate it if you were a tiny bit specific on some of the details, just so you’re not disappointed when I write your imagine/smut/whatever lol. Also, I wanted to let you know I’ll be posting the first couple chapters to my fanfic soon so I’ll keep you posted on that, love you guys!! :)

I Need Your Help Part 13

Summary: Bucky gets an invitation to a family friends wedding and it turns out that his ex girlfriend will be attending as well. Panicked at the thought of seeing her, he asks you, his best friend to attend the wedding with him as his girlfriend in attempts to show his ex that he’s moved on.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 40′s Bucky obvi, swearing, feelings


Bucky didn’t wait for his parents come home. He trudged upstairs and threw himself down on his bed, trying his best not to cry. Why did he have to fuck up yet again?

Bucky tried falling asleep but he kept tossing and turning. Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was you turning away from him while crying. He hated seeing you cry.

He hated himself.

Bucky tugged his blanket over his head, wanting to escape the world right there and then. He just wanted to be with you.

He hears the front door open and shut followed by muffled voices. He knew his parents had arrived home. Bucky pulled the blankets on him more, wishing to be invisible at that moment. He could hear footsteps coming up the stairs and before he knew it, there was a knock on his door.

“Bucky?” his mother spoke softly, just in case he was already asleep but how could he sleep without knowing if Y/N was okay or not? The buses were dangerous at night.

“Come in.” he finally said, not bothering to take the blanket off of him. He can hear the door open then close yet again before feeling a dip right in front of him.

“James move the sheet.” Bucky’s mother says and he sighs, doing as he was told. Winifred bites the inside of her cheek before placing the note you had left down on his bed. “So I’m guessing she really left.” his mother looked around the half empty room.

“Yeah.” Bucky mutters.

“Want to explain to me what happened back there?” she says and if Bucky was being honest, it sounded more like a demand rather than a question.

Bucky lets out another sigh and sits up on his bed. He began to tell his mother everything. From the moment he asked you to pretend to be his girlfriend until this very moment. Winifred just sat there, nodding her head to show she was paying attention to her son. By the end of his little speech, he was in tears.

“I messed up mom. I really did.” he says as his tears fall from his eyes. “She won’t even want to see me when I go back.”

Winifred frowns. “James, are you sure you’re over Carolyn?”

“Yes.” he states, this time knowing it’s true. “She was just using me and I was oblivious to it. I can’t believe I thought Carolyn was the right one for me when Y/N was literally in front of my face the whole time.”

Bucky cried more, thinking about you and how hurt you must be. How he was the reason for the tears streaming down your face. Winifred looked distraught. She leaned over and held her son in her arms while he continued to cry.

“She hates me mom.” he sobs on her shoulder as she rocks the both of them from side to side.

“She doesn’t hate you Bucky. I know she doesn’t. She’s just hurt and upset about everything. Talk to her, explain your feelings and don’t hold anything back. But you need to give her some space.” Winifred says, running her fingers through Bucky’s already messy hair.

“You’re right.” he nods, pulling out of the hug to wipe away his tears. “Can I stay for two more days? I don’t want to go home just yet because if I do I know I’ll go straight to Y/N and like you said, she needs space.”

“Of course Bucky.” his mother smiles at him. “But I swear to the higher power if you do something stupid or leave to go see Carolyn I will beat your ass.”

Her words cause Bucky to laugh. “I won’t mom. I think I’ve made it pretty clear to Carolyn that I want nothing to do with her.”

Winfred takes a deep breath before looking out his window. “Well,” she says as she pats his leg, “I better get going to sleep. It’s pretty late.”

Bucky nods and she leans over, placing a kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight mom.” he responded. Winifred exits his room and Bucky lays back down on the bed.

He’s determined to fix things with you. You’re his one and only priority and nothing - or no one will get in the way of you two again. He can assure that. Why? Because he loves you.

It has been two days since you left. Two days. You hated to say it but you missed Bucky so much. You missed his stupid face and his stupid voice and his stupid laugh and just everything.

But he hadn’t come home.

You silently wished that he’d drop everything and come to you that very second but he didn’t. And you were kind of glad. It was complicated.

You were glad he didn’t go after you because you were still hurt and sad and mad all at once so if he even tried talking to you, you would have automatically shut him down or you would have said something in the spur of the moment that you wouldn’t have meant.

Three knocks startled you from your place on the couch making you turn your attention away from whatever show was playing on the television. You literally did not know what was playing. You were just trying to distract yourself from Bucky.

You get up with a groan, making your way to your front door with your blanket wrapped around your body. Who could this be? You pull your door open, revealing Steve, Bucky’s roommate.

You had almost forgot Bucky had a roommate. Steve is barely at their place due to the fact that Bucky has many women over for the night. You sigh. Bucky.

“Uh, hi.” Steve waves awkwardly at you. It’s not like this was your first time meeting or talking to each other. You two have hung out before.

“Hello.” you respond politely.

“I was just wondering if you knew where Bucky was? I know he said he was going down to his parents’ for a wedding and he took you with him but he was supposed to come home two days ago and he’s not here but you are.” he explains.

“I think he may have stayed there for a bit longer, you know, missed his parents and all. I left early ‘cause I was getting a bit home sick.” you tell him and he nods. It wasn’t a complete lie.

“Thank you, Y/N.” he smiles.

“Anytime, Steve.” you nod. He turns around to walk back to his apartment, which was literally right across from yours, but then turns back to you again.

“Do you maybe want to go get somethin’ to drink? I know a great place and plus, it looks like you may need it.” he smiles.

You chuckle, looking down at your appearance which were pajamas. You were pretty sure your hair was wild and crazy as well. “I’d love to, Just let me get dressed.”

Steve nods and you shut your door, quickly getting dressed into more appropriate clothes before trying to tame your unruly hair. Once it was fairly normal you exit your apartment, spotting Steve leaning against the wall. His head snapped up at the sound of your door closing and you check your pockets, making sure your keys were in there.

“Ready?” you smile at him and he nods.

He takes you to a small diner around the corner, getting you both window seats because “the view outside is absolutely beautiful” as Steve explained it. And it really was. You got to see cars drive by, people walk by and right across the street was a flower shop that had the most gorgeous flowers displayed outside.

“Hello Steve,” the waitress snaps you out of your thoughts. “What can I get you and your lady friend here?” she gestures to you and Steve blushed a bit.

“Y/N?” he smiles, allowing you to order first.

“Oh um,” you scan the menu quickly before deciding on something simple. “I’ll have a vanilla milkshake please.” you smile as you place the menu back down on the table. She smiles and writes down your order before turning to Steve.

“I’ll have what she’s having.” he grins. The waitress nods and takes both menus before walking away.

“How’d she know you?” you question.

“I tend to come here a lot. You know when Bucky has his lady friends over I have to leave and the first place I come to is here before finding a place to crash for the night.” he explained and you nod, understandingly.

“Steve I-” you start to say right as Steve says, “I don’t-”

You both laugh.

“You go first.” you offer and he smiles.

“I was just going to say that I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea about his.” he says, gesturing around the both of you. “About me taking you here for a milkshake. You just looked really sad and I wanted to cheer you up. Plus I would never do that to Bucky, he’s my best friend.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

“Bucky likes you, I wouldn’t hurt him like that.” Steve responds and you smile slightly.

“You’re a good friend, Steve.” you say causing him to smile as well.

“What were you going to say?” he changes the subject.

“I was literally the same thing as what you said.” you giggle. “I was going to say that I hope this was just a friend thing because I like Bucky.”

Steve chuckles. “Good thing we’re on the same page.” you nod, agreeing with him.

The waitress comes back with both your milkshakes and you thank her. The rest of the time there you and Steve talk. It was mostly him telling you stories from when he was younger which you didn’t mind. You loved his stories.

“I remember in high school Bucky would have to save me from all these fights.” Steve chuckles and you laugh, shaking your head.

“Steve he still does that.” you giggle and Steve laughs a bit louder.

While you were laughing and talking with Steve, you didn’t realize that Bucky was just outside the window, watching you two have the time of your lives while he felt his heart break.

A/N: I’m so sorry, this imagine is super long lmao and also sorry for the long wait.


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