are you sure that was not supposed to be a legit kiss

Got7: dating Jinyoung would include

•  okay so being best friends with him was getting harder and harder
•  not only bc of your blatant crush on him, but you’re p sure the kid is in love with you as well
•  conversation starters are getting more awkward and you’re honestly not sure who’s gonna make the first move before you explode
•  until one night in the dark halls of the enchanted got7 dorms ~
•  "Hey Jinyoung hyung, did you finally tell y/n that you’re in love-“ ”…Yugyeom is2g if you don’t get out of my sight in .2 seconds I’m going to stuff you in garbage bin"
•  while gyeom scurries off laughing hysterically, Jinyoung would take a min before turning to you and taking a deep breath
•  "Ok so that wasn’t supposed to happen like that" “hmm yeah I figured…” “it’s not true-” “-I love you too”
•  so let’s just say you had a long night of figuring things out and stop the misunderstandings
•  he gave you so much butterflies when dropping you back home later and giving you a peck on the cheek
•  then hearing him say ‘screw it’ and pull you by the wrist, finally pressing his lips against yours
•  he’s like god dang it, I’ve had a crush on you for so long and tried to restrain myself from doing that, please don’t push me off
•  you two would be so dorky together
•  the others would tease you a lot for it, knowing how whipped he is by you
•  having moments where he’s lost staring at you, and when you notice he’d smile and bite his lip then look away
•  him knowing exactly how to make you laugh
•  talking about everything with him, there’s no such thing as off limits
•  him tucking your hair behind your ear when you’re talking
•  and you losing your train of thought bc wtf…it always feels so good when he does that
•  being so proud and happy for you when you’re excited about something
•  legit being the biggest cheerleader for you
•  "Why are you smiling so much? It’s creeping me out" “Yugyeom just tripped and fell on his face”
•  *clenches fists* “Yugyeom just…..I think I have high blood pressure now after dealing with him for so long”
•  "babe calm down, he only dropped your ice cream"
•  nonstop hand holding
•  nose booping
•  and tickle fights
•  esp when it’s time to wake up and he’s not ready, he’ll pull you in and unintentionally starting a merciless tickle fight
•  then he leans down and kisses your tummy bc he’s scared he might’ve hurt you
•  is hella smug when you fangirl over his acting
•  which btw, he’s going to bring you to every single award show and surprise you with the most beautiful gowns before the ceremony
•  sometimes he’d randomly kiss you and go back to whatever he was doing
•  which sucks bc he knows you’re gonna be thinking about it until he’s not working anymore
•  he’d stare at your lips and trace them with his thumb before fully kissing you
•  bc the boy loves to tease and he’s always grabbing and caressing any part that he can when making out
•  this fool will legit grab your hand and place it under his shirt
•  or ask you to pull on his hair
•  freaky oml ok let’s not get carried away
•  being that couple that’s always low key and quiet, but you’re pretty wild when you’re together  (take that in any way you will wink wonk) 🌼

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung

talk about you (like you put the stars in the sky)

(written for @ransomweek and also @hoenursey bc i promised i would)

“We’re gonna die,” Nursey says, clinging to Ransom’s hand as they make their way up the trail. “Babe. We’re literally gonna die.”

Ransom laughs. “We’re not gonna die, Derek.”

He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Nursey’s making a face at his back. “You only call me Derek when we’re in bed or you’ve convinced me to do something terrible.”

“That is–” Ransom thinks about it. “Huh. Goddamn, bro, you’re right.”

There’s a sudden scramble and a yelp, and Nursey’s grip on Ransom’s hand jerks. Random turns in time to catch him by the elbow as he slips. “I told you,” Nursey whines, letting Ransom help him back up. “We’re gonna die. What the fuck made you think hiking at night was a good idea?”

Random grins, leaning forward. There’s enough moonlight trickling through the trees for him to find Nursey’s nose, and he plants a kiss on it. “The fact that I’ve done this with my dad and sisters since I was a kid,” he says, “and I wanted to show my city boyfriend the view.”

“It’s dark,” Nursey protests, letting Ransom start tugging him gently up the trail again. “How’re we supposed to see anything?”

“Baby, you know what night vision is. Now you’re whining just to whine.”

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A-Z NSFW: Kyungsoo

Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

A = Aftercare 
Regardless of the boyish banter he has with EXO, punchin Chan in the gut n all, we all know KSoo is literally the softest human alive. Boy acts like Spike but we all know he’s more like Gizmo. He’s secretly motherly, and almost has fun making sure you’re clean and sated and happy afterwards, plus he’s a cuddler, and what’s better after sex than KSoo cuddles?

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
I feel like KSoo is a complicated guy. He’s faux confident, he wants to be okay with himself but he’s still kind of self conscious. The boy ain’t flashed us like BaekYeol but we can all see he’s been working out and pretty toned. I feel like he’s weirdly proud of his arms, especially when he gets to cage you in with them. With you, he oddly likes your hands, he loves how they fit together chansoo hand size difference tho b y e and he likes intertwining your fingers and holding your hands above you head when he’s got you on your back. 

C = Cum 
I don’t think KSoo is a particularly naughty or messy kind of guy, he’s not a mess maker when he cums. Ideally, it’s almost always in a condom #RubberUpKids but the few off times he isn’t inside you, he finishes on your tummy most of the time.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) 
Honestly, with all the SatanSoo and KSoo hatin EXO n beating them up jokes that suck butt stop saying them theyre not funny at all f u c k o f f it’s pretty unexpected that KSoo is kind of sort of really submissive, so he hides that quite a bit. But I expect it’ll slip out, it won’t stay hidden long tbh.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I feel like I’ve said this before, but being broken up with because he was “clingy” and never got candy on Valentine’s Day or whatever, he’s kind of withdrawn from girls? I think he’s pretty awkward and beyond porn, he doesn’t have any hands on experiences. But you’ll just have to teach him…won’t you….

F = Favorite position
Contrary to belief, KSoo isn’t the kinkiest man to walk the earth, sometimes quiet people are just quiet people. He’s pretty basic honestly, missionary, doggy, you riding him, that’s pretty much the only things in his book. He’s pretty fond of relaxing back against the headboard and having you settled on his lap and taking you that way.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
KSoo’s kind of a meme in your relationship. In the bedroom, generally he’s pretty serious. Especially the first few times you slept together, or any time you want to try something new, he’s so incredibly focused that there’s no room for jokes. He does get pretty giggly if you’re having a weirdly fun/ meme day, but on the norm he’s focused on giving both of you the most pleasurable time he can.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
KSoo strikes me as a pretty clean guy, I mean the dudes almost bald anyways, and what flashes we get, his lil tummy is pretty smooth. I don’t think he’s bare though, but he definitely trims well.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
While he’s pretty serious in the bedroom, he’s really loving and mushy with you; both in your sexual relationship and non-sexual. KSoo’s not one to go over the top with his affection though, we know he’s a quiet lover from how EXO talks about him. He’s a holding hands, eye contact, gentle kisses, whispering sweet nothings kind of guy.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
KSoo’s a very secret mastubater, he can do it in record speed, oddly enough. He’s one that hides out in the bathroom, or during a shower, thankful for the lock on the bathroom door. Unless you knew what he was up to, anyone would think he’s just going to the bathroom. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
[Back to Dirty Secret] He’s not much of a kinky guy, he’s definitely someone you can call vanilla. But he’s actually kind of submissive, not to the point of like…letting you tie him up and spank him….but he likes to just lay back and hold on for dear life while he lets you have complete control. Also, he’s kinda slap happy with Chan so I can imagine him being semi into spanking you, too.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Knowing that Chan is a little shit that eggs KSoo on till he jumps the tree boy, he knows literally no where is really safe since the amazon kid can pick locks. The bedroom is the only play anything goes down, even the bathroom isn’t on the list because 1. he’s terrified of someone getting hurt. 2. chan’s ass likes picking locks. 3. you’ll need another shower when you’re done and the warm waters all gone from shower fucking.  

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly, he just likes you coming onto him in full force. KSoo’s a bit hesitant with legit PDA(like kissing) so when you take the initiative and kiss him, touch him, or just plain ol’ tell him you wanna go home and fuck, he’s kind of latched to your back to hide his boner. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Tying anyone up makes him semi anxious, he’s one that reads in depth about toys or positions you try to see what he’s getting into, and stories about lost hand cuff keys or ropes incorrectly used cutting off circulation scare him a lot. He’s not down for the risk.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
I don’t…trust his mouth…He may be quiet but when he talks, that tongue does some damage. At first he’s pretty messy, not even really pleasurable but he’s easily taught and now it’s almost a punishment for you to have his tongue on you. Tbh since you’re pretty much the dominant one he lets you do whatever you want, but he’s certainly not going to say no to a bj.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
In general it’s your pace that’s in question. Typically, his pace is more slow and sensual, almost lazy with his thrusts regardless of the position you’re in. He likes watching you anticipate him sinking his length back into you, relaxing slightly when he pulls out and squirming with need when he thrusts back in again.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He’s not the biggest fan of quickies, he’s a lazy lover you could say. So he doesn’t like how quickies force you to be…well, quick…and being quick nearly always sacrifices the true fun of being able to spend an unrestricted amount of time with your body. A few times they’ve come up, but he doesn’t really like them.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
From location, to Wild Card, he’s not very risky. He thoroughly researches anything you bring up or want to try, just to see what’s supposed to be done and how to do everything properly. A lot of things get brushed off because he’s sure he won’t do it right and end up hurting you, so in most cases, he’s not really a risk taking guy. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
KSoo’s another ‘fuck all night’ member, he doesn’t cum very quickly, and he stretches out foreplay for quite a while too. Part of the reason he likes a slower pace is so the feeling can build and intensity rises over your time in the sheets.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
[See Risk and NO] He doesn’t and most likely won’t own many toys, they make him nervous tbh, he doesn’t want to use anything that could and will fuck up and hurt you unless he’s used to using it on you. The most he’ll use is a few vibratorshis logic is well if my dick doesnt hurt you then this dick lookin thing wont either

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Because you’re usually in charge, he’s not that much of a tease. Really KSoo isn’t even if he’s in charge, he’d say he’s just the right amount of a teaser. Oral is pretty much the only teasing thing he does.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
We all know KSoo is a vocal god, he’s got the cords to let some good shit go in the bedroom. He’s not very loud, though, but he is very vocal. He’s more of a low moaner and talker, he likes whispering sweet nothings to you but having you squirming around on his lap drags quite a few moans out of ya boy.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
The reason he’s so paranoid about locked doors, happened because of being on tour. Being in a hotel room with several other members at a time doesn’t exactly leave one with some alone time. Everyone suddenly needs to pee whenever he made a move for the bathroom, so when Suho took the boys to eat and he opted to stay in he thought he’d finally be alone for a while. However….5 minutes in with his pants around his ankles and a picture you’d sent him pulled up on your phone…Chan decided to pop back it…wasn’t a good night for anyone…

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Jesus Christ Nana says KSoo ain’t that big. According to her, he’s actually on the shorter side of the spectrum, but he’s thicc bye 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
KSoo’s childhood GF broke up with him because ‘he’s clingy’ or whatever, I do think he’ll be exceptionally clingy in your relationship too. He’s always ready for you and needs you pretty much at any given moment. I think he has a weirdly high sex drive, he’s just good at keeping it hidden and under control.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I imagine KSoo as a really cuddly bby, especially after sex, he falls asleep fairly quickly. As soon as aftercare is checked off the list, he’s snuggled under the blankets with his arms around you, satisfied, content, and ready for nap time.

Anonymous said: Jeff x Reader where they go to one of Bryce’s parties and he a pool blah blah blah, but reader is terrified and doesn’t know how to swim and a drink Monty throws her in or something of the sort, so Jeff, of course, comes to her rescue. Thanks :p :)

Author’s Note: So I had a little trouble understanding this prompt. Especially since I didn’t know if the relationship between Jeff/Reader was supposed to be already established or not. I tried my best and wrote what I could.

Originally posted by weflxwless

Jeff X Reader

“Tell me again why I agreed to this?” You frown, tugging on an overly large plaid shirt and leaving it unbuttoned atop your one-piece bathing suit. “I mean, it’s Bryce’s party. I don’t even like Bryce.”

Jeff chuckles, picking through your cut-off jean shorts before finding the ones you were looking for earlier and tossing them to you. “No one likes Bryce. Not really. But his parties are pretty legit.”

“Sometimes.” You wriggle into your shorts, buttoning them up and sighing as you look for a pair of sandals to wear. “But I’m not going anywhere near that pool. You can’t make me.”

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Someday, I’ll see you again

Someday, I’ll see you again ; Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Setting : End of first movie to start of second movie

****Requested: Yes


“Hurry up, you slowpoke!” Y/N shouted, looking behind her to see Edmund sitting still on his horse.

“Just… Taking a breather.” Edmund said, gesturing to Phillip.

“You stay back and I’ll catch the white stag myself.” Lucy and Susan mocked as they arrived, their horses skidding to a stop beside Y/N.

“Honestly, brother. You should be the one to care for your wife in these situations, not the other way around!” Peter snorted, appearing alongside his sisters.

“Ah, but my husband is old now. I’m afraid he’s not as agile as he used to be back then.” Y/N teased smirking over at Edmund. “I’m fine, though. I understand you completely, love.”

Edmund made a face at his wife before looking at the huge black metal pole beside him.

“A tree made of metal?” He muttered quite loudly.

Lucy gasped and dismounted her horse to run up and touch the so-called tree.
“I think it’s called a lantern?” Y/N said, causing the four to look at her in confusion. “What? I have a slight memory of it. After all, it IS in Lantern Waste, is it not?”

The four nodded in understanding.

“It’s like I’ve seen this before, though.” Lucy whispered. “Like, in a dream.”
“Or in a dream of a dream.” Edmund added.

Lucy gasped and opened her mouth in excitement. “Spare Oom!”

The others looked at each other in confusion.

Lucy ran off into a small passageway of pinecones.

“Lucy!” Y/N shrieked and dismounted her horse and ran after the excited queen.

“Y/N!” Edmund and his siblings followed suit and sprinted after Lucy and Y/N.
However, they were surprised when they all fell back in the 1950s, back in their original ages when they entered Narnia.

Edmund’s eyes immediately scanned his siblings and darted around the room, not even aware of the ongoing conversation between Peter and Professor Kirke.

“I’m not sure you’ll believe us, sir.” He heard Peter say in his panicking state.

“Try me.” Professor said with a smile, throwing the ball at the siblings at the exact time Edmund stood up.

Edmund hastily batted away the ball, much to everyone’s shock, and ran back inside the wardrobe.

“Edmund?” Lucy asked when she heard Edmund shouting, pounding and kicking the back of the wooden wardrobe.

Peter walked in the wardrobe and dragged him back. “Edmund, calm down.”

“Let me go! I have to go back!” Edmund screamed and flailed in Peter’s arms.

“Edmund! What in the name of Aslan came over you?” Susan said before whipping around to look at the Professor who smiled at her and gestured at her brother.

“Edmund, what’s bothering you?” Peter asked once the brunette boy calmed down.

Edmund looked down and took a sharp breath before he raised his head, looked his older brother in the eyes with the fierce glare that can be received from only the finest warrior, diplomat and one of the finest kings that Narnia has experienced.

Peter barely had the time to gulp before Edmund growled with rage.

“Where the hell is my wife?


Y/N woke up under her bed.

"What…?” She breathed before crawling out and widening her eyes at the cream walls surrounding her.

She was not in Narnia anymore.

She was back home, in 2016.

2016… Boy, she had a lot of adjusting to do.

As she stood there, the door slammed open, revealing a small girl.

“Y/N!”

Y/N twirled to see her little sister holding a small device.

Oh, right. I have a phone.

Y/N smiled and took the device. “Thank you, sister. I must rest, I’ve had a rough day today. I’ll see you at dinner, I presume?”

Y/N’s sister looked at her in confusion before shrugging and walking away while shouting. “You’re unusually nice today. I like it. See ya at dinner, sis.”
Y/N sighed and closed the door.

Feeling a familiar weight, Y/N looked down at her hand and was surprised to see a silver wedding ring.

Hers and Edmund’s.

She smiled knowingly and looked our her bedroom window.

“I know I’ll see you again. Someday, I will. I know I will. I have to see you again.”

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dating joshua dun would include 2

(because the first was fun)
• going out for coffee
• laura (josh’s mom) telling you embarrassing stories about josh’s childhood
• “josh, why are you staring at me?”
• “sorry, you just look really cute right now.”
• “but you always stare at me?”
• “well you’re always cute.”
• him comforting you when the clique hates on you
• staying up late coming up with conspiracy theories
• him trying to get tyler to let you help write one of their songs, and/or play an instrument/sing in one of them
• him trying to teach you drums
• “no, (y/n), that’s the wrong–! nevermind…”
• helping him dye his hair
• picking out his hair colors
• he literally has his hair dyed your favorite color for years
• painting each other’s nails
• him dying your hair fun colors
• MATCHING HAIR COLORS
• at your wedding, he’s so nervous that his “i do” is literally a little squeaky “enoo” because that is all he can get out of his mouth
• him being more protective of your daughters than your sons
• him hogging the oreos
• him also hogging the blanket
• doing his eyeshadow (or just makeup in general) for tours/music videos
• subconsciously talking while you’re doing his makeup
• “ah, you look perfect! …stunning…gorgeous”
• “i didn’t before?”
• ^apologizing quickly
• him never leaving your side in public
• him getting scared when paparazzi show up, so you hold his hand and tell him it’s okay
• aND THEN YOU TELL THOSE FANS TO BACK OFF
• ^kindly
• him finally getting the french kiss
• he actually thought it was kinda gross
• he thought your tongues felt like slugs when they touched and two seconds in he said, “nope this is gross”
• naming your cat something space-related
• falling asleep spooning on the couch while watching movies
• instead of “cuddling” he says “snuggling”
• during interviews he says “yeah, when i get back, me and (y/n) are gonna snuggle.”
• speaking of interviews, he always talks about you. even if the topic totally isn’t related to you at all, he’ll find a way to fit you into the conversation
• he legit loves you more than he loves his drums
• you are the light of his life, his world, his one and only, he neeeeeeeeds you
• touching foreheads
• falling asleep on each other
• once you wake up to josh p much laying on top of you and it was very uncomfortable and you couldn’t breathe
• tracing his tattoos with your fingers, admiring the colors and everything
• getting tattoos that kind of look like his but different
• ^for example, you get his tree sleeve done along your thumb and index finger, or instead of the drum tattoo on the back of your arm, you get whatever instrument you play/something you love, like a pencil and pad if you love drawing
• getting your kid’s names tattooed on you two
• jamming out on the car
• tickle fights
• ^you made josh pee his pants once and it somehow made you love him even more because it was oddly adorable???
• saying “i love you” alllllllll the time
• tyler getting grossed out
• jenna getting jealous at how romantic josh is with you
• him helping you defeat your blurryface
• helping him defeat his
• kissing him all over his face after concerts, no matter how sweaty he is (but you cringe and wipe your now-sweat-covered lips on your sleeve every time)
• tyler not wanting to hand josh the microphone on stage because he knows josh is just going to talk about you and how much he loves you for twenty minutes
• running on stage sometimes in between songs to give josh a kiss and then running backstage again
• the crowd going nuts after you do the aforementioned kiss
• once josh had you on stage with him the whole time, he had you sit on a chair he pulled up next to/behind his and after every song he’d turn to make sure you were still there, and when he saw you he’d say “i love you, (y/n). a lot. more than you could imagine. you’re gonna make a fine wife to me someday, just you wait, love.”
• ^tyler repeating what josh said there to the crowd and josh gets embarrassed and then #thefuture(y/n)dun starts trending on twitter
• and when you get pregnant, #babydun starts trending
• AND when the baby’s born, josh tweets, “my baby was born today. i love her so much, both my girls. i love (y/n) (y/m/n) dun and (y/d/n) (y/d/m/n) dun. welcome to the world, my child.”
• CLIQUE GOES NUTS WHENEVER SOMETHING BIG HAPPENS WITH YOU AND JOSH
• poems written about you by the clique
• crying because the poems are so sweet
• wearing josh’s tøp merch
• memorizing every rap and every word to every song and you end up smoking tyler and josh is so proud
• cute snaps with you
• when you get married and josh finally lets you sleep in the same bed as him, it’s a little awkward at first and you’re “first time” *winkwink* is funny because it’s his ACTUAL first time and he’s so awkward with it
• “what am i supposed to–?”
• “(y/n) is that supposed to happen?”
• “am i supposed to feel like– oH GOODNESS GRACIOUS.”
• josh doing ugly open-mouth sobs at your wedding
• your first kiss as a married couple, right after your “i do"s, is so soft and josh treats you so carefully like he’s afraid he’ll hurt you if he kisses too hard

Mc Looking After Deaged RFA members + Saeran

Aight
So we’re ignoring Rika for this one
Just a random thought I had at 2 am and couldn’t get outa my head.
Assuming by some magic shenanigans, everyone in the RFA is suddenly like four to six years old and MC has to mom them until they figure out how to undo this

•Jumin and V would 100% be inseparable. Jumin will NOT talk (decently) to anyone who isn’t V. They’d be joint at the hip and just sort of babble in six year old Korean. If they were to find plastic flowers lying around, they’d attempt to make bff flower crowns probably.

•Jumin’s looks like a pathetic rose boomerang but DAMN V is greAt at this kid’s got art skills

•V’s actually v sweet and thoughtful even as a baby. He’d probably try to get you a glass of water when he notices how worn out you are by this baby sitting thing (except he’s like barely six and can’t reach the water dispenser much less the sink) so he just ends up staring at you with large teal eyes

• Totally loves when you give him attention bc his parents were inattentive af but he won’t bother you for it

• in general precious angel. Total good boy

• Jumin’s another story tho

• Hella hard to please. Won’t eat just anything

• Until the MC makes him pancakes and he’s like

• ??? am I in heaven??

• Is actually really really really clingy when MC starts growing on him

• Always wants you to pay attention to him and WILL badger you for it at all possible times

• But not with words cause the kiddo can’t express his needs well, even as a six year old. He’d just poke you. And stare. Possibly hold his arms out for you like “carry me you peasant ”

• jaehee is just adorable

• Even as a baby she’s incredibly smart

• she follows you around and gazes a lot. Very curious. Usually she’s that ones kid who asks all the what, how and why questions.

• She’d be extremely timid and reluctant to open up to you, but once she does; BOI IS SHE A CHATTERBOX

• She adores when you give her attention but tries not to show it. Cuddle her and kiss her cheek and she’ll be so happy she’ll internally melt.

• Saeran and Saeyoung, let’s say they’re around five- would be pretty much like Jumin and V. Pretty inseparable

• Except Saeyoung loves to wander around and pull the other kids’ hair and just mess with them in general

• More than once one of them will come crying because of something Saeyoung does

• But then Saeyoung gets really confused if you get mad at him because?? He was just being affectionate?? For real? How was he supposed to know squeezing them in THAT tight of a hug would hurt?

• Much like Jumin, he’s a little shit and honestly just wants you to give him attention. But he’s blab about it in an obnoxiously loud way, all like “NOTICE ME!”

• Constantly poking you

• Saeran is very very restless

• Kid walks fucking everywhere

• That’s OK tho because Saeyoung always follows him to make sure he doesn’t get locked up in the fridge accidentally (-again-)

• Saeyoung hugs him hardest of all

• Saeran probs has high pain tolerance because of that lmao (-I’m sorry don’t kill me-)

• Kind of intimdated by you tbh? Like he does want the cuddles and the kisses and he secretly needs the attention but Saeran’s also kind of anxious about it?

• Zen tho

• Zen thinks he’s the best kid of all

• Constantly tries to prove it

• Tries to break the child/mum relationship and be a caretaker along your side

• He’s six, for God’s sake. He can take care of himself and others!

• Total big bro figure

• Or tries to be. He always tries to seem like the comforting big guy who the other’s can look up to and come to for help in case you’re not here

• But then he’ll trip on something and scrape his knee and start crying until you pick him up and embrace him

• At which point he’d cling to you as if his life depends on it

• Oh boi let’s talk about yoosung why shan’t we

• Youngest baby. He’s like, four. And he’s the cutest little shit you’ve ever seen

• Wide violet eyes and cute chocolate coloured bangs and those pretty lil lashes

• He’s secretly a little shit tho, even more than Saeyoung


• Except he’s better at hiding it bc he will legit cry

• His tears make him look so vulnerable and innocent?? You can’t help but think he is

• Has totally eaten the last cookie but makes you think it’s Saeyoung who did it

• He LOVES your attention. Infact he gets kind of jealous when he sees you giving too much attention to anyone else.


• Keeps trying to trip V

• Doesn’t know why he just,, rlly doesn’t like V

• But when you look at him he looks like a total angel, so precious and pure and?? How could you be mad at him, like ever? And if you do, do you even have a heart??? It’s impossible.

So Much More

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

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Summary: The Whisper Challenge is the stupidest thing to exist.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I can’t contain myself.

Word Count: 3,887 (THIS WAS NOT MY INTENTION. IT WAS MEANT TO BE A SHORT DRABBLE.)

A/N: Jesus Christ, I’m literally garbage. Here I am, take me away, throw me into the dumpster. Or better yet, an incinerator. This is dumb. It’s trash. Also, I sat down in front of my piano to write something for this and I’m mad at myself because IT’S MISSING SO MANY PIECES AND I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. Another also, MY FAVORITE NERD IN THE WORLD is gonna slaughter y’all with the best writing in the world (as expected) AND I AM STILL YELLING ABOUT IT (also as expected) BECAUSE SHE’S SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (y’all expected that too, right? LIKE YOU GUYS I CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW MUCH I LOVE HER. I also love love love love love love all of you that actually bother to read my shit like it’s not even that great and like I always say I’m legit SHoooOooOOOOOOK ‘cause of it like I really don’t get it you guys are amazing what did I do to deserve you guys????????

PS: GO TEAM, NICE WORK!!

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“Holy fuck,” you muttered, staring down at it just sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “What the hell?”

Nope, nope, nope. This was insane. It wasn’t happening. That was wrong, oh, so wrong.

But wait, come to think of it, maybe– No. Not right. Nope. It was incorrect, false, a lie. None of it was true. There was a glitch in the matrix and this was its mistake.

It was impossible. You had taken every single precaution to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. Lin was busy working on his latest work about some lame dude (Babe, how do you go from writing about barrio life to– I hear rap songs in this biography, okay? Trust me on this!), and you were too overcome with the responsibilities of being the new editor-in-chief of your very own magazine. There wasn’t enough time for this. The two of you had decided it was best to wait until the time was right, until the hype of your brand new lives had died down, until you had enough time to do this.

Now was not the time.

Lin wasn’t due home for a while, as his schedule practically had him living in the theater. And that was another thing. The two of you barely had time together, so when the fuck did this happen?

You sat on your bathroom floor against the bathtub and held your head in your hands, wracking your brain for answers because this was just not happening right now. Thinking back to the last time, you furrowed your brows, confused and at a loss for words, and your mouth remained agape for all of three seconds until you felt the dire need to heave into the open toilet bowl in front of you.

“For Christ’s sake,” you groaned, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

While part of you was over the moon, the rest of you just couldn’t handle it. Not just because this was all wrong timing, but because you believed it was impossible.

Then again, there was that one time a little over a month ago where the two of you had exactly eight minutes to make up for lost time. It was sloppy and reckless, hands were everywhere, fingers gripping hair, nails digging into flesh, teeth sinking into skin, palms against whatever could steady the two of you, legs hoisted in positions you didn’t know were possible, sounds haphazardly escaping, groans ricocheting against the tiles, names falling from panting mouths.

Oh.

Dear God, that was it.

You were sitting in the room where it happened.

And now, not only were you anxious and filled with apprehension for what was to come, you were also disappointed that the last time something like that happened was more than a month ago. You were told that the first year of married life was filled with moments of not wanting to leave the confines of your bedroom or, at the very least, the four walls of your home. But no, your first year with a plain ring on the fourth finger of your left hand was spent with the two of you just barely seeing each other in passing, sharing quick pecks whenever both of you had thirty seconds of peace, merely texting each other the day’s activities with brief commentary here and there whenever time allowed.

How were you supposed to throw this into the mix?

You spent three more weeks with this little tidbit kept to yourself, not letting a soul know– especially your mother because Lord knows the first thing she’d do is tell the entire world and the last thing you wanted to do was to tell your entire world (ahem, Lin, because let’s be real, he’s the only thing that truly mattered to you) about it. So you just sat back, dealing with the brute of it all by yourself, silently grateful that your husband was either absent or too tired to even realize what was going on. Sure, a small part of you was frustrated that he didn’t pick up on anything, but you just couldn’t blame him. He practically spent the entirety of the time he had at home just shoving handful upon handful of Cheetos in his mouth, frantically pacing back and forth across the small patch of carpet in front of the piano, mumbling stanzas to himself with a furrowed brow. You couldn’t blame him for being so distracted. And plus, this sort of gave you the time to come to terms with it.

And when you finally came to terms with it all, you were excited because this was happening. Even though it was all wrong timing, (but really, was there a right time for it?) this was still something the two of you had always wanted regardless of where life had you at the moment.

Lin had come home on a Thursday night all distraught and exhausted from some cabinet meeting he had with his buddies, immediately collapsing right next to you on the living room loveseat, burying his face in your shoulder.

“Hello to you too,” you greeted with a grin, shutting your laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

He grunted something in reply and you simply placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head, chuckling quietly to yourself.

“Hey, I had an idea. Ever heard of the Whisper Challenge?” you asked him, watching as your tired husband looked up at you with worsening eyebags.

“No?” he breathed frustratedly. “What’s that got to do with–”

“Come on, come on! Sit up!” You opened up your laptop again and typed ‘Whisper Challenge rules’ into Google’s search box and hit enter. “See? So we both take turns trying to guess what the other is whispering or… mouthing, it says here. It’ll be fun?”

“How is it supposed to be fun? I mean, we’d be able to hear each other whispering.”

“No no, that’s where the headphones come in,” you told him, gesturing to the headphones around his neck. “Whoever’s guessing puts them on while it’s blaring the loudest music you can find, so you’re really stuck just trying to figure out what I’m trying to say.”

“Baby, I’m so tired,” he whined. “Can’t we just do this next time?”

You pouted, giving him the pleading look that always got you what you wanted. (Your sister swears it was the reason why he married you.) “Come on, Lin, please? For me? I’d play the game by myself, but I’d look stupid just mouthing words I already know I’m saying.”

He threw his head back in a hearty laugh and he shook his head. “God, only you could get me to do this.”

“Because you love me,” you quipped, trying to distract him as you turned on your webcam as stealthily as you could. If there was one thing you wanted to capture more than anything, it was Lin’s reaction to this. “Okay, you first.”

“Fine, fine.” He put on his headphones and turned on his music, blasting it so loudly that you were positive your upstairs neighbors could hear Nas playing in his ears.

“Can you hear me?” you asked him in your normal volume.

“What?!” he yelled in reply, sending you nearly falling off the sofa because you didn’t expect him to shout back at you. The corners of his lips pulling upwards into his signature goofy smile and you found yourself grinning right back at him.

You sat there cross-legged right in front of him, stealing a peek at your laptop to ensure it was recording this. After ensuring the dinky webcam was doing its job, you turned back to him and began to mouth ‘Look, a distraction!’

“Lube, a dictator!” he exclaimed excitedly, shooting you a look of confusion as he giggled.

Dear Jesus, this was going to be one hell of a game.

You snorted at his response and quickly shook your head.

“No, no! Look! A distraction!” you mouthed yet again, this time fully enunciating your words.

“Lewd interaction!” Lin fell back onto the armrest of the loveseat and laughed maniacally, holding his sides as he lost control.

“Lin, no! Look! A! Distraction!” There were tears in your eyes from laughing so hard and you were grateful he couldn’t hear your constant snorting.

He quickly took off the headphones and wiped at his eyes. “I have no idea what you’re saying. What the hell were you saying?”

“Look! A distraction!” you repeated for the last time, just barely getting the words out.

“Jesus Christ, what? I thought you were saying–” He couldn’t finish the sentence because the two of you were just cackling out of control at this point. When the laughter subsided a little, he handed you the headphones. “Go ahead, you try it! It’s not as easy as you think, I swear.”

You put the headphones on and gave him a thumbs up, grinding to the rhythm of “Oochie Wally”, doing a silly body roll along to the music.

He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you softly, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. “God, you’re cute.”

“Go Yoko Ono?” you answered, cocking your head to the side in uncertainty. “Go… yellow?”

“Oh my God, no no no,” he snickered, shaking his head. “That wasn’t my phrase!”

“Thank you, West Wing?”

Lin practically slid off the sofa in a fit of laughter, throwing his hands up in defeat. 

“This is hopeless, for fuck’s sake.” He was already sitting on the floor, looking up at you, chuckling uncontrollably, unable to catch a beat to breathe for a little. “T-take off the headphones, babe, please.” He motioned for you to do as he told you and you did so with a nod.

“I have no fucking clue what you were saying,” you told him, the quiet of the room in comparison to the music blaring in your ears taking you aback for a moment.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to come up with a phrase.”

“Wait, so what was it you were saying? That means I didn’t even get a full turn–”

“No, no, no, I’m not having you guess again, Y/N. You’re horrible at this!”

You reached out for his hand and pulled him back up to the sofa, still giggling like the fools you were. “Alright then, fine. You do it again.”

“Y/N, come on, I think we’ve proven that we’re not good at this game.” He raised his arms above his head and stretched, letting out a long yawn.

“Just one more?” you asked him softly, placing a hand on his knee.

He gruffed dramatically and took the headphones from your lap, immediately putting them on. “Last one.”

You were trembling with giddiness, limbs not knowing whether to stay inside the vehicle at all times or outside to let them flail about. With your hands covering you mouth, you shielded a cheesy grin from him and squirmed for a moment, trying to figure out how to break the news to him.

This was it. This was the moment that would change your lives forever. This was the time that would alter reality for the two of you.

For a brief moment, you simply sat there and smiled at him, admiring his obliviousness, watching as his head bobbed to the rhythm of the music. For all of ten seconds, you let yourself think back to a memory that always made your heart burst at the seams.

“He’d be the type of person that couldn’t contain his emotions,” you said with a giggle. “Bouncy and giddy all the time, rambling about anything and everything.”

“I feel like that’s your way of telling me I’m obnoxious…”

“Not so much obnoxious, just… enthusiastic. You’re enthusiastic.”

“Yeah, well she’d also be a master of words because– Psh, look at us, babe. Need I say more?”

“Jesus, our kid’s gonna be the craziest combination in the world.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “And we’re gonna be the luckiest people to exist because of it.”

You took a deep breath and held it for a beat before exhaling, mouthing ‘Hi daddy!’ as best as you could.

“Haddock… Ad-lib? I– I’m not getting what you’re saying.”

Once again, you mouthed the phrase, emphasizing each and every letter of the two words.

“If you’re saying, ‘Hi Daddy’, then you could just take it right into the bedroom…” Lin shot you a devilish look, flashing you a conniving grin before breaking into a chuckle.

You quickly shook your head and laughed. “No no, hi daddy!”

Yikes, maybe that wasn’t the phrase to say. Those two words could be easily convoluted, especially with his new lack of hearing. But it was far too late at this point. You’d already said it. He’s already caught on, and he knew what you said.

Lin took off his headphones and looked at you in complete and utter confusion, still roaring with laughter. “Are you saying ‘hi daddy’? What the heck?”

All you did was nod, absentmindedly biting your cheeks to keep yourself from squealing.

“Why that phrase? Hi Daddy? What?” His laughter died down and he stared at you, not quite understanding the significance of the two words. “Either I’m exhausted to the point where I can’t see the obvious or you’re being really vague and I still have complete control of my brain.”

Well, now was the moment to really say it. This was the moment you’d spent days dreading, only to become the most excited person to exist.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you whispered softly, almost unable to speak because the sheer excitement was too much to handle. “I’m pregnant, Lin.”

His face dropped, mouth hanging wide open, eyes tripling in size. “What?!”

You just beamed at him in reply, too speechless to elaborate any further.

“I’m– Oh my God, babe, that’s amazing!” He immediately grabbed you and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I’m– We’re gonna have a baby?” His tone was still incredulous, not that you could blame him because this was the last thing either of you had anticipated.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you repeated, the tears of joy already pricking your eyes.

He pulled away and kissed you over and over again, placing a hand on your stomach. “Oh my God, that’s… my kid’s in there!” Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your stomach before looking back up at you. “Jesus Christ, I love you so much. You’re incredible.”

“I love you,” you murmured in reply, cupping his cheek as you pecked his lips. “We’re having a baby.”

For a moment, both of you sat in each other’s arms in silence, quietly basking in the fact that in just a matter of months, it would no longer be the two of you. This time next year, you’d be sitting on the very same sofa with a little bundle in your arms, marveling at its little nose, tickling its little feet, kissing its little hands. Lin would sing the little one lullabies, waltzing with the baby, lulling it to sleep. You’d go on family outings to the park, babbling back at a gurgling infant, overdramatically describing everything its eyes could see. Both of your families would gush over the newest member of the family, arguing over who would get to hold it first, posting countless pictures of the baby on all social media platforms, claiming the tiny human possessed their chin, their hairline, their fingertips. You and Lin would spend every night with hearts so full of love, disregarding the exhaustion a new infant would entail.

This was a dream come true.

Two and a half months later when your bump made its appearance, Lin was working on your laptop (I left mine at Lac’s, I’ll be fast! I just need to type this out!) and he stopped you just as you were on your way to the office.

“Babe, what’s this?” He asked you, beckoning you over to the kitchen.

It was the video you’d recorded that night.

“Oh! That’s the little Whisper challenge we did when I told you about the little bean,” you answered.

“You recorded the whole thing?”

“Well, yeah, I wanted to capture the moment I told you. For reasons.” You walked back over to the front door and grabbed your shoes from the coat closet. “I have to stop by the office and pick up some things, but I’ll be back.”

Lin walked over to you and kissed you goodbye. “Okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

You walked out the door and headed towards the subway, taking the A down to your office in Chelsea. While you sat impatiently on the car underground, you pulled out your phone and checked your notifications, bringing up your Twitter app when you saw Lin had posted a video, tagging you in it.

@Lin_Manuel: And here we have raw footage of me discovering that my wife and I had created a human! Coming November 2015!

There was the tail-end of the video, the moment when you teared up and Lin wouldn’t stop cheering. The mere sight of his reaction again made you cry yet again, and you blamed it on the hormones that were making you too emotional to function.

The world was on the journey with the two of you, congratulating you in the comments section of every single picture or video Lin posted on social media, giving you guys name suggestions (I don’t know, Rocco is a really cool name– Absolutely not, Lin, we’re not naming our child Rocco. Are you insane?), answering any questions Lin had asked in regards to where to buy random foods at all hours of the night because of your incessant cravings.

He’d insisted on taking a picture every day during your pregnancy to document how insane it was that you were carrying a real human inside. Despite your disdain for pictures on some days, (Lin, I look like a fucking whale– God, you’re beautiful.) you humored him, allowing him to capture the growth of the little one the two of you created.

When the time had come, you were cursing at him left and right because he wanted to take one last picture before the baby arrived, and after remembering how much of a bitch you were on some days, you gave in and forced a smile as he snapped the picture.

Noelle Grace Miranda was born one chilly day in November, rising earlier than the sun, greeting the little doves with her own song.

Upon her arrival at home, like the tradition it became for the past six months, Lin took another picture, this time with the three of you in the shot. You cradled your new bundle of joy in your arms, looking down at her as Lin draped an arm across your shoulder, his free hand caressing Noelle’s little head.

You didn’t know what the point of the pictures were, and you simply assumed he just wanted to capture every single moment from the time he found out he was going to be a father to the time he actually became one. So you were shocked when he told you to join him by the piano with the baby.

“I um,” he started, smiling at the two loves of his life before him. “You recorded the minute I found out I was gonna be a dad, so now I want to commemorate this new part of our life with this.”

“What?”

“Shh, just wait,” he replied with a chuckle. In front of him was a camera propped up on its tripod, set up and ready to go. He beamed right at it and clasped his hands together before positioning his fingers on the ivory keys. From C-sharp major seven, he played a tune in 12/8 time, his left knee bouncing up and down as he felt out the rhythm. His fingers found their way to E-flat minor, then to G-flat major nine, ending the riff at A-flat over the previous chord.

You cradled your little one as you sat right next to him on the piano bench, not too sure what to expect.

“I’ll be honest,” he began to sing. “I didn’t think we had the time. Your mama, she’s a busy one, and papa, well, he’s trying to make something out of someone. Just so happened we made you too. You weren’t a part of the plan yet, but thank God we got you.” Lin’s eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself in the song. “I will try to show you the meaning of happiness. We’ll both learn how to be the best we can be. I’ll make the world open all the doors for you because you… have opened a million new doors for me.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you watched on, gazing adoringly at your husband, your heart growing an infinite amount with every note he sang.

You smile, for a moment, I can’t breathe. Can’t help but wonder what life’s got in store. I’m not prepared to watch you grow into who you’re destined to be, so stay my little one until I’m ready. But I will learn to grow with you as the days go by, and we will figure out our brand new life. I know I’ll make mistakes along the way, but I can promise that no matter what the world will bring, I promise, I’ll hold your hand through everything, I promise that there is nothing more that I will ever do… than to make sure I’m the very best for you.

There was a bit of an interlude and Lin’s fingers danced up and down the keys, his eyes now open and gazing down at the tiny creation you held in your arms.

I promise that there’s nothing more that I will ever do,” he sang softly, his eyes welling up. “Than to make sure life’s the very best for you.

He ended the song with a major-seven arpeggio, letting the chord ring out until it faded before reaching up to stop the recording.

“Lin, I’m–” you couldn’t speak, too speechless to make anything else leave the safehaven of your lips.

“Thank you for the best gift the world has ever given me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to Noelle’s. “I love you guys so much.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

The next day, Lin posted the video of the song on YouTube, linking it to his Twitter and Facebook. Not only was it a video of him singing Noelle’s new lullaby, but it was a montage of all the pictures he’d taken through every step of your journey to parenthood. At the end of it all, there was a picture of your newborn with a caption of her full name and birthdate. Underneath, a note from Lin to his daughter.

My little one, I promise to lay a strong enough foundation. I’ll give you the entire world. I’ll do whatever it takes to make the world safe and sound for you. I can’t wait to see you blow us all away someday. My little love, you are my entire world.

Te amo, mi amorcita.

Siempre,
Papa

Did You Forget Something?

Summary: Bucky takes you out on your first date, but he decides to bring along an unexpected guest.

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, OFC Jade

Warnings: none

Word count: 1459

A/N: This is legit just something that’s been hanging around in my drafts for a while. As always, thanks for reading!

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Your daughter and Bucky stood awkwardly in your apartment’s living room as you finished getting ready for your date.

Yesterday afternoon, you had been in such a hurry at the grocery store that you bumped into Bucky’s cart at the end of the pasta aisle. After a lot of blushing and charming smiles, you had confidently asked for his number. For someone who had been such a lady charmer in the 1940s, Bucky was flustered by your boldness. The connection was instant though, and you had both decided to go on your first date tonight.

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first date with jAEmIN!!!

Originally posted by suhyngho


ayy Moon anon ;))) sorry im doing this pretty late but yeH also im including ur request in this so don’t worry!!!! thanks for requesting bb xoxo - admin amy


  • aight so y’all are already together after the sleepover you had last week
  • and then outta the blue on a friday night jaemin texts you like
  • ‘wassup bby lemme take u for a ride ;))) JK JK do you wanna go out tomorrow?? to the pizza place near the park’

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[Femslash February]: Snow

im actually a piece of garbage i should not be trying to do this

if you take a peek at how the prompts are split up, there’s one box of color per week. so this is begging for one pairing per week. gonna have Chlonette be my blue box :) so for the next seven days i’ll fulfill the prompts with the two of them before switching to a new pairing!

oh. do not support this. i have homework to do. seriously. stop me. i’m actually 75% serious. 


Day 1: Snow (Chlonette)

Words: 1473

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

[Next: Asleep]


“Oh, dammit!”

Marinette called out from the kitchen with her mouth full. “What?”

Chloe was standing in front of the apartment windows with her hands on her hips. “Are you seeing what’s outside right now?”

“The sky, hopefully.”

No! I mean what’s in the sky! Come, this is an emergency!”

She rolled her eyes, left her empty breakfast plate on the kitchen table, and looped around the corner, jokingly mirroring Chloe’s position in front of the window. “What’s the emergency?”

Chloe scoffed and turned to Marinette. “Are you serious right now? You see this, don’t you?”

“Yes, I see it, what’s your point?”

“What the hell!? That’s my point!

Marinette’s eyes widened and she laid a gentle hand on Chloe’s shoulder. “Oh my gosh, wait. I’m being so insensitive. Sometimes I forget that you’re so sheltered you’ve never seen snow before. This must be a shock for you.”

Chloe shrugged Marinette’s hand off with a glare while Marinette threw her head back and cackled. “Oh, shut up! That’s not what I meant!”

“Darling, it’s winter time. It’s cold out. It snows. These are all very normal things.”

“We were supposed to get our hair done today,” Chloe muttered. “I wanted to take you to that Indian restaurant I found the other day, too. We haven’t gone out in forever.”

Their apartment windows were completely whited out from all the snow that was falling. It was hard to see many of the buildings that were right next to theirs. It was more snow than they’d ever gotten in a while, and she was sure it wasn’t going to let up until later this evening. She wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, I don’t think this is weather to be going anywhere in.”

“You’d think it’d have the decency to warn us in advance when this sort of thing is going to happen.”

Marinette smirked. “It being the weather?”

“Obviously.”

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Recipe Day - Jamie Benn

Originally posted by puckducky

Note: So! When I was in senior kindergarten, we did this thing where everyone in the class wrote their favourite recipe from memory, and all the recipes went in a book, so when I got this request that’s legit all I could think about, so I hope you enjoy Jamie and kids!

Mentions: Tyler Seguin

Warnings: None

Requested: Yes | No

Up Next: Connor McDavid

Teaser: “Mr. Benn said I can’t put sugar in my mashed potatoes!” Your student cried, staring up at you with tears in her eyes while you looked around to see Jamie staring back and laughing.

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About Stef and Brallie

I need to start by saying that I love Stef, normally . She’s so awesome and I would love to have a mom like her. But if I was Brandon? If I was Brandon I would have honestly married fucking Cortney if it meant being away from her. And I hate Cortney. 

Let me explain. 

In season one, when Callie is still a new addition to the family, a girl that wasn’t supposed to stay in their house for more than a few weeks, a year at most, Stef reminds Brandon that foster siblings aren’t allowed to engage in a romantic relationship. Brandon isn’t interested at the time, he’s still with Talya, but he’s “an horny teenager” so better safe than sorry, right? Right. Fine. Legit. 

As we know, Brandon can’t really help falling for Callie after that. He knew he couldn’t, sure, but he probably thought that they could wait and sooner or later Callie would be out of the house, and it’s not like he could just erase his feelings. That’s not how feelings works. Also, it’s not like Callie was blameless here. She kissed Brandon after knowing that she was going to get adopted, remember? Sure, in season 3, during the interview she says that she wanted to fuck the adoption up before something else fucked it up, because she was scared. Doesn’t seem like a good way to fuck it up to me - if Jude hadn’t walked in on them they would have probably never been discovered and then what? I’d like to ask her. Also, we knew from her conversation with Wyatt at the hospital before then that she already had feelings for Brandon too, she just didn’t think she deserved him (to quote Wyatt, she was “too fucked up”). But at the wedding she says that she knows what she deserves now - meaning Brandon. She felt safe because she finally had a family who wanted her, she thought for the first time that she deserved everything everyone else deserved. To love who she loved. But Jude walks in on them and she runs away. 

Brandon confesses to his moms that he kissed Callie, which - btw - it’s his first fucking mistake. He didn’t kiss her. SHE kissed HIM. It’s interesting because he keeps saying that it was him, even during the interview in season 3. I don’t know if he wanted it so much that he remembers being the one instigating it, but this mistake plants the first seed of distrust in Stef, who probably can’t help making parallels between her son and Liam, since, you know, Brandon says Callie ran away because of him, when she actually ran away because of what Jude said. 

The moms forbid Brandon to go see Callie but he doesn’t listen. He loves her and he doesn’t want her to believe that there’s nobody out there for her anymore. And - let me point it out - he was right. She needed to know someone was still there for her, even if she had run away and was high risk and whatever. So yeah, seeing Brandon was what she needed. But Stef doesn’t trust him and she gets him a restraining order, like he’s stalking Callie, like that beautiful hug never happened (and for all we know, Stef might not know it happened). 

Brandon doesn’t care. Brallie keeps meeting secretly. Stef doesn’t know. Eventually, they both realize that Callie needs a family and Brandon backs down and lets her go. Because he loves her. So much. And he wants her to have all she needs. And she needs a family more than she needs him. Fyi, this it’s his most beautiful act of love. 

After the first break up it seems like Brandon is the only one hung up on them. He’s hurt, he can’t forget. I don’t blame him, since he has to see her everyday. He tries. He’s vulnerable at this point and Dani keeps planting ideas in his head. That he should get her back before she gets adopted and stuff. Things blow up during the winter ball and everything Stef ends up hearing is “I realized today that you didn’t lead me on. You just never felt the way I did. What you needed, what you wanted, it was never me,” which, AGAIN, makes it look like his feelings aren’t reciprocated, not really. She doesn’t know that Callie followed him before he got into the cop’s car to tell him that what she had said about Wyatt wasn’t true - meaning that she still loved him too, since she told him that lie just so he could forget about her. But she doesn’t want him to at the end. 

Things are friendly between Brallie later, up until the GU fund riser. Callie kisses Brandon when she discovers that Robert isn’t gonna sign her adoption papers. Later - in season 3 I think - she tells the girls of GU that she did it because she thought she was giving up Brandon for nothing. Meaning - she still loves him. Brandon tells her that he doesn’t want her to give up on her dream (they promised each other, right?). Stef doesn’t know that they let each other go again, for the second time. 

Callie doesn’t take it well. She asks him if it’s because of Lou. Brandon breaks up with her. Again. 

Season 3, Brallie’s adventure in Mexico. Stef finds a pregnancy test and the first thing that comes to her mind is “you don’t think callie is pregnant with brandon’s child, do you?” How did she even go there?? All she knows at this point is that Callie and Brandon kissed once. Which makes me believe that she can see that something is still going on between them but doesn’t want to acknowledge it. 

Brallie has sex. It’s consensual. And they break it off again as soon as the adoption gets through. 

Callie tells the moms the truth and everything Stef can think about is “Brandon took advantage of the fact that she was vulnerable”, when, honestly, it was about “giving up Brandon for nothing”. 

Stef confronts Brandon about it and she doesn’t listen, won’t listen to him. She accuses Brandon in all the ways possible and never asks Callie about her feelings. At this point, Stef only knows that Brandon is in love with Callie, she never heard Callie say that she is in love with Brandon, she doesn’t know that Callie almost went to live with Robert to stay with Brandon, that she wanted to put his keyboard in her apartment, that she was the first to say I love you. 

For all season 4 Stef treats Brandon as some sort of predator and he can’t stand it, obviously, and stays with Cortney. The only person defending him is Mike, who sees the same thing happening with AJ. Stef keeps taking Callie’s side. 

And it makes me so angry. She doesn’t know the whole story, never cared to sit her kids down to ask them honestly about it, never took the time to talk about it with Callie! When Callie said they had sex, Stef brushed it off like she didn’t even want to know about it and went to bite B’s head off for it instead. She told him in 03x08 that she could see that she hadn’t been there for Brandon about Callie and she could see now that he was heartbroken, but after that? Did she do anything to be there for him? She didn’t. She kept accusing him, suspecting him, blaming him. To the point that she can’t even see Brallie in the same room together without getting tense. 

I’d like to say that I don’t blame her 100%, since she doesn’t have the whole picture, but I can’t because it’s her fault she doesn’t have all the information she needs in the first place! I blame her for being a shitty parent to Brandon, for playing favorites, for being judgmental and closing her eyes and not listening when literally EVERYBODY knows Brandon and Callie are a thing after 0.5 seconds in their presence. Sophia didn’t even need to see them together to know that Callie was in love with him! Like, seriously, Stef decided not to see what was going on, she ignored her kid like he’s some kind of rapist, did NOTHING to comfort him when he couldn’t go to Julliard (and yes, he was to blame, but not even a hug??). The only person that honestly stopped for a moment to ask him how he felt about it is Callie! And then you’re surprised he’s in love with her? Please. Brandon literally helped everyone in that house and Stef treats him like he’s a criminal. 

So now I hope she’ll get scared every time someone points out that Brandon and Callie look like they’re dating and not like siblings, because she had it coming. 

She told Mike that he couldn’t play favorites between Brandon and AJ, but that’s exactly what she has been doing with Brandon and Callie. She keeps choosing Callie over him. So Mike had it wrong, it wasn’t because of Callie that Brandon wouldn’t move back home, it was because of Stef. 

I can’t believe nobody is calling her out about treating Brandon like shit. Sure, Brandon isn’t perfect and he made his mistakes, but not everything is on him. Callie is as much to blame as he is, and yes, she’s dealing with other drama, but it can’t always be “good old Brandon who has to take it up the chin”. It takes two to tango. It’s just easier to blame Brandon than acknowledging that she should have taken Brallie’s relationship seriously when Brandon told her about it the first time instead of taking a fucking restraining order against her son. Brandon was right in 03x08 - she humiliated him. And she’s STILL doing it. KEEPS doing it. 

I’d divorce the family too if I was him. No shit. 

Christmas Headcanons Megapost

So these are entirely SFW, but I do have something special planned for the next batch. Thanks so much to Admin Panini from @sportsanimehell-scenarios for writing about half of these and helping with the other half. 
~Admin Emma


Ushijima:

  • Christmas morning is one of the only days where he skips his morning jog. He prefers to spend it cuddling with you until you both feel like getting out of bed to open presents. In fact, it’s one of the only days where he lets himself be lazy for once.
  • When Ushijima has kids, one of their big Christmas traditions is to go see The Nutcracker every year. It used to be a romantic thing for him and his s/o but now they take the kids along and it’s a cute little family outing.

Yamaguchi:

  • Has a hand-knit Christmas stocking with his name on in. His aunt made it for him when he was really, really little and he treasures it
  • Really loves scarves because his cheeks get super wind-chapped in the winter. He always loses his or wears them out, so if you give him one (or better, make him one) he will be so weak? He feels so blessed

Tsukishima

  • Get’s really embarrassed when he goes from the chilly outside to the warm inside and his glasses start fogging. He doesn’t know what to do–he’s tried everything, he can’t see shit without his glasses, and the air is too dry for contacts so basically the winter months=RIP Tsukki

Tanaka:

  • Him and Saeko have a pact where if they’re both single on Christmas Eve, they’ll get together and get absolutely shitfaced. But not before she feeds her adorable baby brother with both of their favorite foods.
  • A Christmas Eve date with him is pretty rad–coffee, light shows, a bit of shopping, then ending the night with a movie or something. Low key, you spend most of the time in the back of the theater making out, so you don’t remember much of the movie, but it’s pretty rad either way.
  • Fuzzy sock king. So many fuzzy socks. He collects them, and he has dozens of them in different patterns. He also has dozens of beanies. And yes, he is willing to share with you. Low key it gets him so flustered to see you in his hats. 
  • Love Live trash (Eli is best wife, fight him, but he’s also weak for Kotori) and he is so weak for the Christmas costumes. Please don’t judge him, they’re just so cute!
  • Makes his own wrapping paper. He serious will handpaint wrapping paper and fold his own origami bows, and it looks fucking professional like, Damn Ryu! He’s super embarrassed by this fact, but if you show appreciation he will high key be so flustered but so happy.

Asahi

  • He and you shared their first real kiss on a Christmas Eve date; it’s always going to be special, and low key, he’s the type who would propose on Christmas Eve. He takes the romance to a whole new level

Yamagata

  • Literally perfect at finding your size? Like, he bought you a pair of jeans and a sweater one year and they literally fit perfectly and to this day you have no idea how he did it. How do, Hayato?

Reon

  • Never buys gifts. He either makes them by hand, or he bakes something for you. He thinks it’s just more meaningful.

Mattsun

  • He and Makki throw a hell of a party every year. It’s fucking hopping from about 5pm on the 23rd and maybe (MAYBE) ends around 8 am on the 24th when everyone is too drunk to move anymore. No one remembers it but it’s always a good time.
  • He will legit buy you the nicest gift you’ve ever owned, and then he’ll nest it’s (probably small) box within progressively bigger boxes until it’s in a fucking refrigerator box filled with tissue paper and lies. Watching you get progressively more frustrated as you open is only slightly less fun than the look you get when you see what he got you.

Makki

  • Gets really into the Christmas spirit. Buys for everyone, bakes, calls all his friends. Everyone gets a gift. He’s grinning through the whole last few days before Christmas.

Iwaizumi

  • Hates holiday shopping with a fiery passion. He just hates dealing with all of the jerks that seem to crawl out of their holes this time of year. High key he’s had your gifts bought and wrapped since September because he really doesn’t want to deal with people.
  • The worst person for Secret Santa. He has accidentally given away who he’s buying for four out of the five times he’s done a Secret Santa but his gifts are always very thoughtful and chosen with care.
  • Refuses help when putting the star on the tree. He can do it. He is the man of the house. It is his job. No he doesn’t need a chair, what sort of man needs a chair!?!? (Please get him a chair)
  • His most precious Christmas memory is probably curling up in an armchair, watching the snow fall with you on Christmas Eve. You fell asleep like that, and woke finding his mom had tossed a blanket over you. He was high key flustered in the morning, but he’ll always treasure that moment.

Kyoutani

  • Tries to find out what Iwaizumi is giving his s/o so she can try and top him and get you something even better. Spoilers: it never works, but it’s the thought that counts.

Nishinoya

  • Tried to dye the front part of his hair like a candy cane once. It was supposed to be “festive” but in truth ended up Pepto-pink and totally fried. It was… a dark time.

Ukai

  • Is at his most exhausted around Christmas. He will forget to take care of himself, including eating and drinking. You’re free to pick on him about it, but take care of him. He’s so tired, and all he wants is snugs.

Hinata

  • Has a huge family with tons of kids, and always kicks it with his little cousins, nieces and nephews when he’s home for the holidays. He knows they look up to him, and he takes a genuine interest in what they do.

Konoha

  • Working behind the scenes at the Fukurodani Christmas Party to make sure everything gets done and nothing gets set on fire. Everyone calls Akaashi the “mom” of his team, but everyone there knows better. Konoha is making sure Akaashi is hydrated and Bokuto isn’t getting too wild and that the presents are secured and the snacks are replenished and, if he has a minute, stops in to say hi to you.

Kageyama

  • Could care less about the present if it doesn’t come with a nice handwritten card. Since his parents are always gone, he’s used to receiving packages in the mail with short typed notes that say generic things on them. He really appreciates it when people take the time to write him notes. He keeps every single one in a box.
  • Likes the chaos and noise of the holiday season. It actually soothes him a bit, so he usually spends time with his team or your family.
  • Super weak for the classic Rankin-Bass Christmas specials. He’s a bit freaked out by the stop motion but he high-key cries at the end of Rudolph and he’s not sure why
  • Always decorates his own mini tree. He’s never really had a big tree before, but he’s always wanted one. He just can’t justify it, where he’s alone most of the time and he’s barely home as is.

Suga

  • Gets low key offended when people serve hot cocoa from a packet. He has a recipe that will literally knock your socks off, and if he can swing it, he’ll always add a shot of Bailey’s and a crushed mint leaf. You’re not sure what else he adds–the recipe is a closely guarded secret–but it’s a cup of hot, molten, chocolatey sin.
  • Your Christmas Card photos are always adorable. They always look like something out of a catalogue, and he always looks so beautiful. In 100% of the pictures you take, he’s always giving you the schmoopiest grin, and even if it embarrasses you, it’s so soft and affectionate you can’t stand to stay mad.

Oikawa

  • Has received an advent calendar from his parents every year since he was ten, but he can never control himself. He always cheats and eats more than one a day. You might have to buy a package of chocolates to put next to the calendar just to keep him in check.

Terushima

  • Terushima has always wanted to go on a romantic Christmas Eve date with someone special, but he’s never been in a relationship stable or deep enough to get to that point. Usually they think he’s joking so he stops asking. Please ask him out for Christmas Eve, you will make his dreams come true ;u;
  • Trash for seasonal specialty drinks and desserts. If it has candy cane or gingerbread flavor he is 1000% there for it, even if it’s gross and overpriced. He wants it, and it’s a problem.

Daichi

  • Prefers peppermint mochas to hot chocolate; not enough caffeine in the hot cocoa and he needs it to get through this year
  • Tries not to fall off the wagon as far as his training and diet are concerned, but Suga makes it so hard. Plus, if you can bake, he’s gone. He gets really self conscious if he gains a bit of weight over the Holidays, though.
  • Another member of the “is an actual goddamn space heater” club. He runs really warm and is actually a big fan of walks in the snow. Sadly, he tends to forget that not everyone can survive in blizzard conditions in a goddamn hoodie, Daichi.
  • Team “Couldn’t wrap a present to save his life, but he tries anyway.”
  • Really likes mulled wine? He’s not sure why–regular red wine makes him a bit sick–but he can literally drink mulled wine all night.

Tendou

  • If he doesn’t have someone to spend Christmas with, he usually spends it with his team. He doesn’t like being by himself, so he’ll usually curl up next to a friend and watch movies, lamenting another Christmas as a single stud.

Futakuchi

  • Hates being cold, and he runs so cold? He’s basically a blanket burrito wearing 18 sweaters from November to May.
  • Claims to hate Christmas Carols, but is always the first to pull up to the piano and start playing the classics. He’s played since he was a little kid, and it’s something he still enjoys doing.

Kenma

  • Everyone assumes that he wants new games for Christmas but he actually wants cozy things like hats and scarves (and maybe baked goods). Bonus points if they’re handmade. He will high key wear them all winter long.
Alone. (Tom Holland.)

Requested – No. Sometimes, I like to take a break from the requests and write my own thing. So I hope you guys enjoy this!

Prompt – You are dating Harrison, but you can’t help falling in love with Tom Holland.

Warning – May contain sad scenes. I don’t know how to write angst, but I’m pretty sure part of it is. Guys, I legit cried writing this because I don’t want this to ever happen to my two boys.

Words – 2,957.

Requests?

Part 2. 

Falling in love with someone is a wonderful experience because it can make you feel like you are on top of the world. Love is one of the most powerful things that we have in the world and the more we have it, the better everything is. But, love can be tragic at times. Sometimes you fall in love with someone you know that you aren’t supposed to, but for some reason you do it anyways. Love is powerful, but so is karma.

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claireplaybook  asked:

Your prompts are open! Yay! Can we have more Iron-Pather drabble please. I'd love to see Protective! T'Challa who be like ' yes, mhm. Okay. I hear you. Now step away from Tony Stark or I will cut you. I demand it as King of Wakanda.'

This one is a bit over 1.6k words, so watch out for the cut.


Tony wasn’t very comfortable with running around in Wakanda like he belonged there.

It was still hard to believe some days that T’Challa really wanted him to be there, and he knew that he was bothering the Dora Milaje more than he should, so he really didn’t want to impose no the people in Wakanda as well.

So he stayed in the palace most of his time, always close to T’Challa, because he still wasn’t sure about his place there.

The revised Accords still weren’t through, mostly because a lot of people were unhappy with the changes made to them and so the emotions were high strung on that topic.

Rhodey was doing better, almost walking without another aid than the braces, and being away from everything, relaxing in Wakanda did wonders for him too.

Bucky was still somewhere in cryo in the palace, but Tony didn’t know where and he really didn’t want to anyway. Steve and the rest of the team were long gone again; T’Challa’s hospitality only covered so much, and so there was no danger for Tony to run into any of them.

Which was just fine with Tony, given that he still woke up with nightmares about the shield coming down more nights than not.

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Loki and the Minion

TITLE: Loki and the Minion

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter-2

AUTHOR: latent-thoughts

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki hiring you as his manager while he slowly takes over Midgard again. You are to manage his PR, his daily schedule, and you also are his guide to everything Midgardian. He doesn’t make it easy for you, though. He causes trouble, doesn’t listen to your advice very often, and in general, annoys and intimidates you. He is the God of Mischief after all, and you are the nearest target available to him. You suffer through his antics because he pays well and also, you don’t know what might befall you if you refuse him. He is kinda scary after all.

RATING: T for now, will definitely change later.

NOTES/WARNINGS: None

A/N: Loki will use everything in his arsenal to get what he wants… (Thank you for the positive response, everyone. <3

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“You want me to what?”

He narrowed his eyes, though still answered her patiently enough. “To represent me, in general, and to manage certain arenas of my daily life in this realm, in specific.”

Elsa watched him with wide eyes. “But why me, of all the people on this planet?”

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I Hate You, I Love You (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could you write some angsty smut with Peter pls? Like something with him and the reader being in some complicated relationship.

Warnings: Duhh smut and swearing

Word Count: 1,596

A/N:  I’M SORRY THIS SUCKS AND TOO LONG!!!

Finally I’m back with the Peter imagines and surprisingly on an exam week?? Anyways I haven’t written smut in a while so just a heads up. Plus I changed the request a bit, reader and Peter are hating each other while secretly in love cliché you know lol :D


The crowded cafeteria was filled with teenagers’ loud noises and the sound coming from the plates hitting the trays.

Peter Parker put his earbuds on and started playing his study playlist. Of course the cafeteria was the worst place to listen to music and study but Peter had no choice since he was quite running out of time to catch up on his studies lately. The reason why Peter was so distant from school was obvious, his secret little night job, being Spiderman.

At the same moment, five girls were passing by Peter’s table. The five people Peter disliked very much. The reason he disliked them was obvious, they were insanely rude. Peter didn’t really care about people from his school, only his few friends. However there was something about these kind of people that irritated people so much.

He tried to ignore them by focusing on the math equations in front of him. Unfortunately, through his earbuds, he could hear their cold laughs. He chewed his pencil, still trying to ignore them.

He sighed heavily when he felt that they were gone. However, Peyer was wrong. Now, they were all staring at him from the front table, chuckling loudly. He felt his cheeks burning up. He didn’t actually know why he got this nervous in front of these girls. Bullies were not something new to him, he didn’t care about them at all, in fact recently he had been standing up against them. But there was something about these girls.

“Peter Parker?”

“Yes?”

“I assigned you with Mrs. Y/L/N for the project.”

Peter gulped. He wanted to refuse, he didn’t want to talk one of the five people he hated the most but he just couldn’t. Deep down something stopped him and he didn’t have a single clue about what it was.

The bell rang and Peter tried to gather his things up as fast as he could. He was clearly trying to run away from Y/N, though he failed. “Peter!”

He tried to ignore her, still clumsily stuffing his books into his bag. “Hey?” Y/N got closer and waved her hands in front of his face. Peter felt his cheeks burning up, he clenched his fist: “What do you want?” He asked in the rudest way possible.

“Wow? Okay? I was just going to ask you if you were free tonight. You know we have to finish this project as soon as we can?” Y/N asked, clearly hurt by the sudden action o Peter. Peter thought for a second, he knew Y/N was right. He shrugged: “Yeah okay, we can study at my place I guess. I just want this damn project to be over that’s it.” He started walking without waiting for Y/N to respond, leaving her standing in the middle of the empty class, speechless.

It had been only an hour since they started the project but it felt like ages to Y/N. The awkward silence was killing her and she still didn’t have a single clue about why Peter was so rude to her. She tried to remember what she had done to him, but she just couldn’t think of anything. She sighed heavily for the tenth time probably in the last three minutes, still not getting the attention of Peter. She was actually pissed off at him though; she wanted to learn the reason before going all mad.

“Okay, it’s enough Parker,” she loudly closed the book, causing poor focused Peter to jump on his seat. “What the hell!” Peter shouted, his heart bumping faster than usual. “I’m sorry? I’m the one who’s supposed to ask that question! What the hell did I do to you Parker? Or is the rudeness coming naturally from birth?” Y/N asked, trying to keep her tone low but ailing. Peter raised his eyebrows, shocked at the question. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you!” He laughed, clearly furious about what was going on.

Now, Y/N was confused than ever. “Are you stupid or something? I just asked you a damn question, you are supposed to answer it Peter! Not leaving me with more of them!” Now Y/N’S voice was higher, in fact she was shouting at him. “Oh! So you really don’t know what the hell had been going on for four years!”

Y/N threw her hands in the air: “Yes! I fucking don’t! Are you going to tell me or should I just leave because you clearly don’t have a solid response for me!” Y/N’S face was getting redder out of anger second by second.

“You made my damn high school life a hell! A literal HELL! With your annoying friends!”

Y/N stared into Peter’s eyes which were darker than usual. The boy who she had been standing up for was blaming her for a thing she hadn’t done. “I didn’t do anything to you,” Y/N whispered. “Yeah sure! We all need to treat you as a queen right? The things you had done are just a bunch of normal things?” Peter asked, still shouting. Y/N shook her head slowly, and chuckled out of anger. “You really are dumb. I’M leaving, just do the a-half and I will do the other we can finish it other time.” Y/N said while gathering up her things. Peter didn’t move and stared outside his windows.

As the weeks passed, Y/N and Peter continued their work in complete silence. They hated each other more than they did before as each day passed. However, both didn’t realize how they were bonded to each other. Or at least Peter did have somethings in his heart for her.

Music was blasting off, sending ecstatic feelings to the seniors who were just enjoying leaving the stress of the exams for just a couple of hours. The apartment was full of people dancing, making out, doing the stupidest things alcohol was causing but none of them was caring. It was the night when they were feeling free.

Peter didn’t intend to go there at the first place but feelings inside him he hated to admit, made him. He took a sip from his beer, enjoying the burning feeling he had on his throat. He wasn’t drunk though he was feeling tipsy. He had been there for two hours just watching people and doing nothing. His eyes searched the place multiple times but couldn’t just find                 Y/N. He actually wanted to make things up with her since; he knew deep down, the only reason why he was obsessed with her was just the love he was feeling. His heart was aching because he didn’t even know what the hell the relationship between them was all about to her.

Peter started wandering around the apartment, not even knowing whose apartment that was. He decided to search the rooms for the last time, if he couldn’t find her, he was going to leave the house and stop thinking about her forever.

He opened the first door he found, regretting his decision the second he saw the scene in front of him. He decided to leave before they saw him but probably with the help of alcohol he shouted: “C-can we talk?”

Y/N and the guy jumped by the sound of a stranger in the room. “What the hell are you doing Peter?!” Y/N yelled. “I said, can we talk?” Peter asked again, scratching the back of his neck, actually waiting for a legit answer. “Get out Peter,” Y/N sighed.

“I just want to talk!” Peter yelled this time scaring the two other. He felt his eyes burning up, his vision got blurry by the tears. “I’m leaving,” the guy threw his hands up in the air, leaving a shirtless Y/N and a crying Peter in the middle of the room alone.

“Are you aware of how ridiculous you are being right now?” Y/N yelled and threw his hands up. Peter shook his head, his eyes were dark now. “Will you stop yelling at me and just listen for a damn second?!” He yelled back, ironically. He managed to hold his tears back, now he was just full with anger and jealousy.

“Just tell me what the fuck you want from me and get the hell out of my life because you are just-“

Peter cut her off by smashing his lips at hers. He broke the kiss and whispered:” I want you.” Now Peter was someone different than he usually was, the feelings that had been aching him for a while were out finally.

“What the hell,” Y/N whispered, not really stopping Peter at all. Peter locked their lips once again and grabbed Y/N’S legs up to wrap them around his belly. He roamed his hands on the sides of her legs, making her moan into the kiss.

Peter finally grabbed her from her hips and carried her to the bed while sucking on her neck.

“Do you have any idea how much I waited to do this?” Peter gasped, quickly unbuttoning her pants. He grabbed her both hands in his one hand and roamed her body with his other. He started kissing her collarbone and slowly got downwards while mumbling: “Do you have any idea how I wanted to be that guy the second I saw him all over you?”

Peter’s pants were finally off, leaving a relieved Y/N who had been waiting for ages them to be off. Peter whispered how much he had wanted her since the beginning while Y/N was a moan mess under him. This was a sight of Peter no one knew about, even himself.

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anonymous asked:

Everyone's talking about the metas, and all I can think of is them doing a co-book signing and Viktor dorkily asking Yuuri out for coffee afterwards (I legit stopped while brushing my teeth because this hit me and I thought it was cute whOOPS)

AWWW HAHAHAHA

“Yuuri, can I admit something to you?” Victor asks as they stretch out their aching hands. The library staff have started to clean up after the book signing, folding up tables and sweeping the floor.

Yuuri leans on him, resting his head on Victor’s shoulder. “Sure.”

“I may have a crush on you.”

“Victor…” he starts, then reaches for Victor’s hand, pointedly running his thumb across his wedding ring.

Victor kisses his hair. “Would you go out with me? For coffee? Think of it as a favor for your biggest fan.”

“For my biggest fan?” Yuuri says slowly, as though giving it careful consideration. “I suppose a quick coffee wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

He grins and stands up, hoisting Yuuri to his feet and heading for the exit. “I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life. The day that Yuuri Katsuki agreed to go get coffee with me.”

“What about our wedding anniversary?” he teases.

“I’ll remember that, too. I’ll remember every day I spend with you.”