I kinda feel for Keith though, I mean he’s over here holding hands with Lance and cradling him in his arms

(Not to mention that Lance totally forgot about this)

Flirting with him

Making it painfully obvious that he has feelings for him

He’s doing all he can people, and then Lance doesn’t even notice any of this, he just flirts with Allura right in front of him

(It’s really no surprise why Keith is always making that face)

Kisses mice behind his back (pfftt)

And then this is literally what he gets in return

So honestly, you really can’t blame him for always acting/looking so done and like he wants to severely injure Lance 

It’s relatable


Norman Reedus does not owe anyone an explanation about his personal life. Are fans actually having meltdowns that he’s apparently in a relationship?

1) Who gives a shit?
2) It’s none of our business.
3) He deserves happiness like the rest of us. Leave him be ffs.
4) People need to stop being so fucking judgemental about situations they know absolutely nothing about.
5) Is it really surprising he probably issued false statements about his relationship when his crazy vulture fans were already losing their collective minds over this?

I would tell everyone to fuck off and get a life if they were all up in my business 24/7.

BTS REACTION to finding you you had a wild side as a teen

Hello thank you all for sending in your requests! I’m going to get them done as fast as I can so keep a look out! 


Rap Monster: He would be rather amused at the fact a sweet girl like you used to have a wild side. He found out from your facebook page about your college years that your mother thought would be funny to share. He would take the information and tease you with. 

“I didn’t know you had a wild side babe. Why haven’t I met her yet?” 

Suga: He wouldn’t really be surprised. He knew you had a dark side he had yet to come across but now that he knows that back in the day when you were wild in high school, he’d do his best to bring it out of you even though those days were in the past. You couldn’t help but glare at your mother for showing Suga and she would just wink and leave to room. 

“Come on I just want to know what it was like to party with party y/n. What do I have to do to bring her out to play with me?” 

Jin: Jin would be really surprised to find out that you were once the party girl. You were such a mature person in general that it was almost hard to believe that you used to be the girl in the photos your mother was showing him. Bright colored hair, dark eye makeup, a nose ring.

“That’s not you. That can’t be you. She looks too fun to be you.” 

J-Hope: Your father had brought out the old photo albums of your high school years and you knew how J-Hope would react. He would tease the hell out of you. He couldn’t help but laugh at the fact you had photos of you in a cop car after being caught underage drinking. He would tease you to the point your face turned bright red. 

“She’s embarrassed! Oh honey, I know you’re not like that anymore but it’s still a funny story!” 

Taehyung: He would act shocked when you told him a story about how you and your friends got into trouble for sneaking into a college party when you were in high school. Your mother would shake her head at the though of her having to come pick you up and attest to the story. Taehyung would pretend to be offended and joke about how his girl would never do that. 

“The girl I know would never do that. The girl you’re talking about must not be the same girl as my girl, although I’d like to meet her.” 

Jimin: I feel like Jimin’s face would get really red at the thought of you being a rebellious girl who got a tattoo at 16. He would think about the stories in a way that it didn’t actually happen but his imagine would get the best of him. Once your parents left the room, he would ask: 

“Did.. Did you like- wear shirts that show it off? When can I see it?” 

Jungkook: He would try really hard to imagine you as the girl your mother was talking about. Sneaking out after curfew, drinking at parties, it was so hard for him to believe. He would then get you alone and try to confirm his theories. 

“Did you really do all that? Wow… And all this time I thought you would stay at home and knit on the weekend.” 

A Home for the Shadows

So Arrow broke me, and then to fix me I broke myself some more. So enjoy the result of that. Also it takes place right after the episode so like don’t read if you don’t want spoilers.

He knew what he had to do. John wanted to talk, he wanted him to open up and explain his reasoning. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t be down there anymore. Not when the hood and the bow called to him to continue. He barely looked at any of them as he went to change. Only Felicity’s eyes followed him, her silence a comfort that he didn’t deserve. He didn’t deserve anyone or anything. Not anymore.

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BTS reaction to their SO wearing traditional clothing from their home country

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Jin would think it’s very charming. He would also go out and buy seven different outfits, going all out on the Partner Look™ for you and him.

“I should have tried this earlier!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Yoongi would be startled at first but would soon be your biggest fan. If anyone tells you you look weird, he would have your back.

“You look awesome and unique, babe. You should be proud!”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


You know he would love to explore the fashion culture of your home town. He has thousands of questions and also asks you if it’s okay for him to wear an outfit too. He also incorporates it into his day-to-day closet.

“Do you mind if I wear this in today’s Kim Daily?”

Originally posted by pieceofpisces

*all I could think about while writing this was Namjoon trying on Lederhosen and insisting on wearing them unironically*


Hobi would also love to hear more about your home. He would surprise you with some dishes from your home country. He celebrates your roots the most.

“This is a part of you and it’s so fascinating!”

Originally posted by hoseokxx


Jimin would absolutely adore it because it makes you happy. His wallpaper on his phone would be a picture of you in your outfit. *I also think he would find it quite sexy*

“You look awesome! The boys are so jealous.”

Originally posted by okayoongz


You come home one day to him trying on your clothes. He really likes them and supports you wearing them. When people act up he passive aggressively wears a traditional outfit every day. 

“They look even better on me!”

Originally posted by cuteguk


For him it would be this beautiful private moment to see you in your traditional clothes. He would be very honored when you tell him about your culture. He would actually get jealous when the boys compliment you.

“Hey, we get it. My baby is gorgeous. NOW BACK OFF YOU SAVAGES.”

Originally posted by purelyjimin


What exactly did Diane Kruger do to deserve being called names? What did Norman Reedus do? Nothing, except dating her?

I don’t know anything about Diane so excuse my ignorance but the amount of people flipping out just because Norman is confirmed to be dating her is downright ridiculous.

Even from Caryl shippers, this is just giving a certain person more ammunition to call us crazy.

Unless Diane actually did some messed up stuff, keep your nose out of Norman’s personal business. And even IF she did do anything “ bad ”, Norman’s a grown man and perfectly capable of making his own decisions with HIS OWN LIFE.
If it’s because he denied it… well, it’s not surprising why considering the reactions.

the fact that Rebirth Clark and Lois literally forced themselves on their N52 versions…are just…so creepy…….

like…N52 Clark and Lois just woke up, they had no idea where they were, there was this kid wailing at them that they were his parents…they were in no condition to give proper consent…they had no idea by doing that they wouldn’t be themselves anymore…man this is just…DC made Jon an accomplice to their cheap scheme and I’m just…’kay…

(in retrospect i shouldn’t be surprised this is the Superman that stood by and watched as another version of him died and did nothing after all…but yeah)

and, please, I’m the only one who did mourning fanart for N52 Superman, the amount of fans who complain about his death isn’t a vocal part of the fandom at all since there are not many of us. we do try to accept Rebirth, we do try to get used to this new Superman because  we, I, believe that he’s my beloved preN52 Supes, but he isn’t. DC didn’t bring N52 Superman back to please anyone, they brought him back only to rub in our face again the fact to them he doesn’t matter, that he’s as easily replaced as any of preN52 Clark’s kids. so bah i’ll just immerse myself in fanon now. it’s free and people are nice and we can make each other happy. wake me up when DCEU descends and save us all. 

anonymous asked:

H-H-H-Hi there, I just checked out this blog s-so can I request something? C-Can you write headcanons for the chocobros receiving flower crowns from their s/o plz? T-THX *runs away*

Hi dear! ♡
Don’t run away, you can stay here as mush as you want to!
Thank you for this sweet request!

Noctis can’t leave the Citadel that much, being the Prince of Lucis and everything it implies, but his s/o doesn’t mind spending time with him in the magnificent garden that grows inside the castle. They like to walk past the great bushes and flowerbeds, talking about their lives and recent activities. Noctis doesn’t usually want to speak about it, so his s/o surprises him by getting closer with a smile and a flower crown in their hand. The blue flower they choose perfectly matches all his figure, and while they look at the startled Noctis with a dreamy look, he blushes hard, not knowing what to do. His s/o giggles: he’s so cute when he’s embarrassed!
After a moment of silence, “So… Do I look good with this?”, he asks, and his s/o can’t take it anymore, throwing their hands around his neck and covering their Prince with kisses.

Nature is the best spring of inspiration for Prompto, would ask his s/o to accompany him quite ofter in his excursion in the most beautiful green spots of Insomnia. Most of them aren’t frequented, so Prompto and his s/o get to spend some time alone. There’s especially one place, a lake surrounded by a gorgeous flowerbed, where they like to go - that’s their “special place”, actually -.
They are the most cheerful couple ever, running through the flowers, searching for little fishes on the river lake, lying on the ground and watching the sky and clouds. When silence fell, and Prompto’s s/o sees him curled up in the flowers, probably photographing ladybugs or butterflies, they start to make a flower crown with the ones that surround them. They approach Prompto from behind, laying the garland of red and white flowers on his hair. He turns around, blushing and showing the flower crown he’s holding carefully in his hands.
“Not beautiful as yours is, for sure,” he says, but his s/o claps their hand with glee, letting his hands to slip through their hair, just to pull them over and kiss them.

It’s not unusual for Gladio’s s/o to accompany him in isolated area in the outskirts of Insomnia in order for him to train a bit. He loves to exercise, to feel his muscles contract in the strain. His s/o gazes at him with a smile - it’s impressive how his tattoo seems ready to take flight! -, ready to wipe the sweat from his forehead, kiss him delicately on the point of his nose, just to lay a crown of white and pink flowers on his hair.
“There! You’re my prince now!”
Big guy isn’t that much into things like that, so he doesn’t really know how he should react. After a brief moment of uncertainty, he follows his instincts and his face lights up with a bright smile. He suddenly stands, takes his s/o in his arms, up into the air filled of laughter, and kiss them with love.

Even Ignis needs to leave the world behind and spend a peaceful and quiet day in the sunny nature, walking with his s/o. He’d enjoy wandering anywhere with them, holding their hand and talking lightly. Ignis loves to drink the fresh air in deep breaths, lying on the grass with his head on his s/o’s lap. He soon fells asleep, while the sun washes away all the tiredness off his body, while his s/o’s hands weave a precious flower crown with orange flowers and depose it on Ignis’s hair. When he wakes up and the crown slips over his glasses, he makes the sweetest smile and stands up. His whole figure seems to be made directly with sunlight while he bows for you as a perfect knight, his right hand right on his heart.

xyourpinksky  asked:

Hi! please can you do a BTS reaction to their idol gf being in a girl group and the members of this group sing, dance and rap but also play instruments in some performances and MVs like AOA? P.S. their gf is a drummer, a dancer and a rapper! :)

Lol at first I was very confused but after reading it, I got it. Hopefully I made it to your liking. I wanted each member to be different so I changed it up.

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BTS Reaction To Their Girlfriend‘s Group Being Multi-Talented

Jin: Jin would be surprised and somewhat jealous. He already knew that you could dance but he didn’t know you could play instruments. When he saw you behind the drums, his eyes and mouth would widen in surprise. The boys would be teasing him about you being better than him at everything. He’d smile to himself, watching you play the drums and seeing how confident you look. When you get off stage, he’d congratulate you and compliment you making you blush.

Originally posted by crimsonspeedsterr

Yoongi: His cute little gummy smile will pop out as soon as he sees you playing the piano (cliche I know but idc lol). He’d look at you with so much pride knowing that his girlfriend is part of a band who can do almost anything. As your piano solo starts, he stares intently at your fingers, amazed at how gracefully they move across the keys. When your performance is over you run to him asking how you did. He would smile and pinch your cheeks calling you cute, and giving you endless amount of praise.

Originally posted by yoongies-min

Hoseok: At first he wouldn’t believe that you could play the electric guitar. He’d be unconvinced and wouldn’t listen. When they call your group on stage, he’d be waiting backstage and he would gasp. There in your hand, an electric guitar. “Wow! I thought she was joking!” He’d think about how cool you were and would tell the other guys to look at you because pure talent. Being able to rap, dance, and play the guitar. It’d be too much for his heart. He’s your biggest fan there.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Namjoon: He knew that you were talented, but to what extent he had no idea. This would be the first time he’s ever seen you display all your talents. He was first attracted to you because you could rap and he felt like he could relate more to you. When he found out you could play the drums, he’d be so excited. Even more excited to know that your group was know for being multi-talented. Shameless promotion all day everyday! Wanting to be at every single one your rehearsals, but sadly he couldn’t. (his reaction to watching your group live)

Originally posted by vivacioustae

Jimin: He would laugh in amazement and wonder as soon as he sees you behind the piano. His first thought would be “is she really playing? Why didn’t she tell me she could play?” After your groups song, he’d pull you to the side and hug you. “Aww why didn’t you tell me you could play?” Expect kisses and him begging for you to play for him and it’ll be even worse when he finds out you can rap and dance. He’ll want to perform with you one day.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Taehyung: “Wow” The only word that could come out of his mouth after seeing you and your group play on stage. He’d be confused about how well you guys were able to integrate every thing together, without your voices being drowned out by the instruments. None the less, he would be dancing in his seat, hype af watching HIS girlfriend play. He wouldn’t want to be too obvious about you guys’ relationship, so he’d wait until you both were outside the public eye for him to compliment how you looked, and how you sounded on stage. “My girlfriend is awesome! Give me a kiss!” He would say making you smile big.

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Jungkook: Of course he would be proud af. It’s only natural that he’s with someone who displays as much talent as himself, possibly a bit more than him. He’d be way obvious about his excitement for you specifically. When it was over he’d congratulate you and the members will also tease him because they’ve never seen him act all shy and cute around you. He’d be embarrassed but wouldn’t stop because he’s proud of you.

Originally posted by donewithjeon

I hope you guys like it! And y’all know the drill! Send in y’all requests and I’ll get back to them and I do any kind so if you feel like I won’t be opposed to doing them, send them my way.

anonymous asked:

Owen finding baby clothes mixed with his clothes


It’s an oddly quiet Sunday morning, not that I’m complaining. But, the twins are usually rowdy on a Sunday, and Rosie’s always rowdy, no matter the day. Oddly enough, Rosie’s sitting quietly at the TV and the twins are basically comatose in their room. Ryan’s never been trouble, so I’m not surprised when I see him in the kitchen doing some sort of homework that hasn’t been assigned to him as yet.

Yeah, he’s weird like that.

“It’s quiet, don’t you think?” Ryan says to me as I pass through the kitchen to get to the laundry room.

When I return with the laundry basket of my clothes, I agree with him by saying, “Yeah, but don’t say it too much or you’ll curse it.” Ryan shakes his head and smiles.

I encounter Rosie on the couch and she’s completely enveloped in the show before her that she barely acknowledges my presence as I pass by to go upstairs. She’s watching national geographic, so I honestly don’t know how she could be so caught up in it if she can’t even pronounce 75% of the words being said.

Before going upstairs to fold the clothes, I pass by the twins’ room, peeking in just to see if it’s really true that they’re asleep. Confirming it, the two are knocked out in their respective cribs, their breaths even and soft. I smile and close the door as slowly as possible before venturing to my bedroom, where the true anomaly of this Sunday is.

On an average Sunday, Amelia is the ring leader in most of the shenanigans, so I’m surprised that this Sunday she’s still in bed, not having awakened since our extravagant behaviour the night before. The white blanket of our bedroom covers her up to the curve of her butt, right below her scar from the accident over a year ago, leaving the rest of her bare back for me to see. Her breasts are buried deep in a pillow she’s snuggling and her hair is strung loosely across her face as she snores inaudibly. I want to take a picture, but I know the photo will never take the perfection of this moment with it, so I simply place the basket on the bed and begin folding my clothes as I gaze at her for as long as she stays that way. As I separate my clothes and fold my lab coats, I notice that the static of the machine has melded baby socks and other small items onto some of my clothes. I could only imagine that when Amelia had put this load to wash, she forgot to separate our clothes from the other kids, but I don’t mind. By the time I’m done folding my clothes, I’ve managed to garner 4 pairs of baby socks and two of the twins’ shirts. Sitting down on the bed, I grab one of the shirts and burrow my nose in it, taking a deep breath. The smell instantly puts me at peace and I sigh contently; I can still smell them on their clothes, even though it’s been washed.

“What are you doing?” I hear her voice whisper in that sexy, hoarse way it sounds when she’s now woken up.

“Smell this,” I say, turning around and handing her the small shirt.

She takes it and sniffs it before quirking an eyebrow at me. “What do I smell for?”

“The baby smell.”

She sniffs again, deeper this time. “It kinda smells more like detergent.”

“You’re a kill joy,” I grumble with a grin, taking off my shirt before slipping under the covers with her, relieving her pillow of its snuggling duties. As she flits back to sleep, I graze my fingers along her back, leaving trails of goose bumps with every sweep. Even after she’s fallen asleep again, her body still responds to my all too familiar touch. This right here, this moment, makes me thankful that my past relationships never worked out.


(Tagged by these beautiful people: @deadshotbellamy @arkadiabellarke @nowwesurvive @bellamyblakesgun @iamkstewteam @nancybvers thank u!!)

GOSH my hair looks ridiculous today. Sometimes it frizzes up, sometimes it’s wavy and other times it’s pin straight, sigh I’m blaming it on Sydney weather (it’s been storming for like a week and a half now)

Anyway, here I am in a room with way too much light b/c it’s still morning over here! I’m writing another bellarke meta (surprise, surprise) and trying not to think about Bellamy risking his life today,,,but it’s really not working whoops

Tagging these cuties: @bellamyblakesus @bellamyslaugh @allisonaergents @starkdelinquents @bellamyaugustus if u do it, tag me so I can see ur gorgeous faces!! but no pressure, of course ^-^

Happy The 100 day everybody!

ALDNT Extras: Catarina

Available on Ao3

Queens, NY

Magnus inhales. Slow. Deep. Lets the smoke fill his lungs. And he holds it there. Waits for the burn.

Eventually, he lets the flame extinguish from the tip of his thumb.

And he exhales.

He doesn’t blow in any direction, he just sort of… opens his mouth. Lets it fall out. And with his head hanging upside down off the foot of the bed, the smoke falls right into his nose before it can dissipate.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Catarina says flatly, not even looking up, “it’s bad for you.”

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piggylikes2eat  asked:

Batfamily headcannon: Cassandra pranked Damian by painting his nails black while he slept, to her surprise he didn't mind it. He walked around the manor all day with his emo nails.

Everyone was confused to see Dami with emo nails, but to be honest the kid didn’t even care. Although he couldn’t help noticing that it made his hands look far more threatening than usual, so he considered maybe doing his own nails next time to instill even more fear in his enemies.  



Genre: smut-ish (implied smut)

Word Count: 3,198

i know this was supposed to be short, but i have thing with elongating stories, i’m sorry !! also sorry in advance for spelling mistakes. enjoy !

Mark POV

“so,” I said, plopping down on the couch in front of Y/N. Y/N looked up from her phone, slightly surprised to see me. But then she put away her phone and smiled warmly. “What’s up with you and Ten?”

Y/N looked taken back, a sour expression on her face. “What do you mean?” The expression gave it away; she was faking too much. 

“I know you two have something.”

“It’s nothing,” Y/N finally confessed. “It was just a one time thing.” She shrugged and continued. “It was after his dance practice…”

Y/N walked down the hallway of the third floor, where NCT’s practice room was located. In her hand was a milkshake that she had proudly made all by herself. It was a DIY recipe she had read online and it turned out perfect, even Doyoung had asked her to write it down for him. 

As Y/N passed the practice room, she could hear a groan. She retraced her steps and stood on on her tiptoes to look through the small window at the top of the door. Ten was sitting there on one of the sofas, his head buried in his hands. Concerned, Y/N knocked the door and walked inside.

“Are you alright?” she asked, approaching Ten. Ten looked up at her. His skin was glistening with sweat and his hair was stuck to his forehead and the sides of his face.

“Do I look alright?” he asked her, a sullen expression on his face. He must have been there for a long time. Y/N handed Ten her drink and he took it with utmost pleasure. “I just can’t get this one move right, its really stressing me out,” he said, taking a sip. 

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Looking for a housekeeper, eh? Well she’d give him one.

She’d left an application for the job, and tonight was her interview. Of course the Doctor had no idea it was her, and she couldn’t wait to see the surprise on his face. He would not ignore her. If she had to mop around their house a few times a week to see him then that’s what she’d do.

His house was huge. She’d never visited his home for obvious reasons…like his wife. But she was aware of his wealth, and the thought of peeking into his wife’s jewelry box made her jump from excitement.

Before she could get past the stairs however, Mr. Cheshire appeared in front of her. He’d been bothering her more than usual today and it was getting on her nerves.

Jackie: “Blasted cat! What is it now? And don’t try to bully me, I’m very much on edge.”
Cheshire: “Puurrfect. When you’re not on edge, you’re taking up too much space.”
Jackie: “Get to the point.”
Cheshire: “We’re at risk here. You…be on your guard.”

With that he disappeared and she gave his words no thought at all as she knocked a merry tune on the door and waited.

anonymous asked:

RFA + V + Saeran with an MC who is a paralyzed from the waist down.

Sure! We’re working on getting rid of all the writing requests as fast as possible, so count on a bit of “spam” the next few days!^-^
Now that Ayla is here, I feel so much more motivated to write, I’m so glad.^-^’

He would probably be surprised, but adapt fairly quickly.
I can imagine his apartment probably isn’t wheelchair friendly, so he would probably look into moving.
If you do have a wheelchair he would totally more than once sit on you
Also piggyback rides for you, yay!

Honestly, with him around you probably wouldn’t even need a wheelchair. This guy would probably be carrying you around if you weren’t paralyzed either.
His little basement apartment thingymajick isn’t wheelchair friendly either..
Has probably more than once bumped into your legs when you were sprawled out over the sofa eating sweets and watching idk.. Shrek or something and just said “Oh sorry did it hur… Oh yea”

She probably is also fast to adapt, and also sit and have a discussion with you over coffee, about what is best for you, in terms of getting around easy, and stuff like that.
Mom baehee, always has the stuff to do the things with!
Also can you imagine you two going to a swimmingplace and floatin around in the water? She probably did it so you also got some good exercise

If his penthouse and entire building wasn’t MC proof before, it is now..
Elizabeth the 3rd probably likes to just curl up into a ball in your lap, and Jumin loves finding you two like that
He will fight anyone who dares to insult your beauty and grace.. literally, how dare they make fun of his love..

You know those races you had with shopping carts? Yea.. That, but with wheelchairs

Service doggos all the way! One for his blindness, and one for you..
And then an extra doggo, just because yea.. Why not
He probably has also carried you around more than once
He loves you no matter what, and honestly just is a big cuddlebutt


This guy… Will be the dick to put things in high places, just for amusement.. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t.
But over all he is sweet, and understanding, although not when you roll over his foot.

Drabble Prompt #2

“And you’re on my doorstep… Why?”

Originally posted by hob-e

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader

Genre: Angst

There was a knock on my door. I begrudgingly stood up and stomped my way to it. When I opened it, I was somewhat surprised.


He looks up to me, his eyes were bloodshot. It seemed like it may have been from crying. I roll my eyes.

Hoseok was my boyfriend. Emphasis on was. We broke up about two weeks ago. It was pretty messy. He actually was the one to break it off with me.

“(Y/N)…” He mumbles to me. “What do you want, Hoseok?” I spat out. I was angry. How dare he come to my house after what he put me through?

He flinches from the harshness in my tone of voice. “(Y/N), I-” He begins but I cut him off. “Tell me Hoseok, you’re on my doorstep…Why?” He looks me in the eyes, but I only meet them with a glare.

“W-we need to talk, (Y/N).” His words fell short in the cold air of the night.

We need to talk? Hoseok, I’m done talking.I’ve been done talking.” I say, looking away from him. “Now go home.” I go to close the door, but he stops it with his foot. “(Y/N), come on. Please, be reasonable.”

“Reasonable? Reasonable?! Don’t talk to me about being reasonable Hoseok, you were the one who broke it off. Now that I don’t want anything to do with you, now that you get what you finally wanted, you’re going to come to my doorstep saying you’ve suddenly changed your mind?! Tell me Hoseok, does that sound reasonable?” He lowers his head, pausing. He sighs, “No…”

“You left me in the dark. You left me for no good reason other than you ‘didn’t want to deal with me anymore’  And now that I’m finally starting to get over, after all we had been through, you’re going to come here saying you want to talk?” He keeps his head low, looking at the ground. But I couldn’t stop.

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to tell someone something as nasty as ‘I don’t want to deal with you’ and then say ‘Oh! I’ve changed my mind!” I take a breath, steadying my voice. “You just can’t! You chose this, Hoseok. And now you’ve gotta deal with that.”

“Okay, okay! I made a mistake, a huge mistake. The worst mistake of my life. But I’m trying to fix it! Please (Y/N), let me fix my mistake!” He says, grabbing my hand as he pleads.

I pause. I can’t lie. I was tempted. I can’t deny Hoseok still claims a huge chunk of my heart. I can’t deny that more that anything I just want to leap into his arms and say, “Okay! You’re forgiven!” I can’t deny that all I want is just to accept his apology and forget all this happened. I can’t lie.

But, things like that only happens in movies and fairytales. And this isn’t a fairytale, this is life. And life sucks.

So, I take a deep breath in, and jerk my hand out of his. I kept my eyes fixated on the ground, cause I know that if I looked him in the eye, I would cave in.

“Goodbye, Hoseok.” I say, shutting the door.

I pressed my back to door, sliding down it and falling to the ground. I brought my knees close to my chest and hugged them.

And I wept.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! ♡

-Kat ღ

A Surprise Visit

“What do we have here?” The strange voice made you look up. You were curled up on your couch and still felt the trail of tears on your cheeks. In front of you stood a slim figure who wore a black t-shirt and black skinny jeans that were torn at the knees. He had spiky green hair and a tidy beard that lined his mouth and jaw. You were drawn to his odd eyes, one shine a bright blue while the other glowed a lime green colour. You gripped the blanket that surrounded you a bit tighter and choked back a sob as you stared at him.
“W-who are y-you?” You stuttered “how did you get in here?”

The odd eyed man pointed at your phone.
“Easy” he said “Pretty much sneaked in here while you were cryin’. As for a name, you can call me Anti”
More questions flooded your head, mostly to do with how he could get here through your phone but another question was burning brighter.
“What do you want?”

Anti crouched down and looked at you closely. He didn’t say anything for a while. You watched his eyes shifting across your own. He stood up, you could feel his looming presence surround you and you flinched slightly. You could sense his power and prepared for the worst.
“Listen” he said in a gravelly tone “I got the darkness gig covered. I don’t need ya to add to it. Stay in the light, kid.”

“What?” You
Anti smirked at you.
“I’ve seen my fair share of shadows. You lot have ‘em in droves, but you got a good heart, ya should really give yerself more credit y'know”
You wiped your nose and nodded.
“Keep yer chin up” said Anti “wouldn’t mind takin’ you on one day. Someone with your light might make a decent opponent later down the line. Stay strong for that, will ya?”
“O-okay” you said.
“That’s the spirit, kid.” He winked with his green eye and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. You glanced at your phone. A message popped up but no number. You opened it up and read what it said. You smiled for the first time in a while when you saw what was written:

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holding-on-to-francis  asked:

3,34,35and 37 with 18 which is Snow

You were stuck in his house because of the blizzard and all you wanted to do was rip his clothes off. You weren’t sure if it was the three bottles of wine you had polished off or just the close encounters, but you felt the words running out of your mouth before you could stop them.

“Have you ever had sex right here?” You ran your hand slowly over the rug in front of the fireplace.

If he was surprised, his own liquid courage seemed to cover it up. “No,” Gibbs smirked, “I haven’t.”

You smiled, leaning towards him seductively. “Oh really? That’s too bad…”

Knowing where it was going, he shook his head. “We can’t.” He said.

“Why not?.” The alcohol had your brain fuzzy and you were very confused. It seemed so simple to you.

“(Y/N), we can’t.” He repeated, “I’m your boss.”

You shook your head. “That’s not good enough.” You leaned closer to him, “Give me one good reason why. If you give me one reason, I’ll leave it alone.”

He chuckled.

“What?” You asked. He continued to laugh. “What?!” You yelled.

He was full on belly laughing. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was belly laughing. “The way you flirt is shameful.”

You shook your head and laughed. Then, you grew serious. “What? Don’t like it?” You winked and leaned into him. Your smirk fell from your face when you saw the way he was looking at you.

Slowly, his hand came up to softly brush a piece of hair from your face. “(Y/N)…” he sighed. “I meant it earlier, we really shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand. “Okay.” You sighed. You accepted his position on the matter, but the respect he had for you only made you care for him more. You opened your eyes and Gibbs sighed again. “What?” You inquired.

“Your eyes are so intense…” he cupped your face fully, “sometimes I get lost in them.”

You smiled. “I have to be honest and tell you that I really like you, Gibbs.”

He moved closer until his lips were a breath away from yours. “Call me Jethro.” And then his lips were on yours fully. Hot. Passionate.

That night, it was a blizzard outside… but he crossed “sex in front of the fireplace” off of his list.