at some of the videos that stay on screen for more than a few seconds. help)

Havana music video : finding the gay 🌈

Alright! Let’s get this show started! I’d like to begin by saying that this music video had me watching it with a smile from ear to ear, from beginning to end - first because, hello, my wife is on the screen, and second because finally we get a music video with a concept, a story, and it feels so fucking good!!

Apart from being well thought, well acted, sassy, and funny, this music video is also very gay. Obviously since our baby gaymila isn’t out and still needs to cultivate her straight image, the gay is very subtly put in the video and you need to put your detective googles on ( material sponsored by Camren™) to see it.

Disclaimer : this post is full of extremely delusional theories

p.s : sorry in advance for clotting your dashboard, this is gonna be one ass long post.

So let’s dive in with the very first scene, which to me is simply the most revealing one, and the gayest - also it speaks to my Camren delusional soul like no other event has in the past few months.

The scene is set in a telenovela where Camila is playing a role, the young beautiful latina who, scandal!, gets cheated on by her boyfriend with her best friend and the maid (I need a fanfic about those two ladies, I ship it.), we discover that it’s not actually her boyfriend but his twin when the boyfriend in question appears, he was in the closet, yes, those exact words. And even more than that, he’s coming out, for her.

Now, obviously this whole scene is a big parody of telenovelas, even though she barely exaggerated 😅 , and the idea that her boyfriend in another turn of event or the continuation of the story would be gay, could totally be part of the insinuation that telenovelas plots are very often completely absurd, but I personally found a much deeper meaning to that scene…

As you may know, telenovelas are supposed to show the pure essence of romance, the most cliché love declarations and basically what everyone would want to see happen but never does because we live in the real world. With that is mind, would the most romantic thing for Camila be to come out of the closet for her?? 

Well that rang a fucking gigantic bell in my Camren heart. 
I know I might be reaching but for her to choose that particular setting and those particular words is no coincidence. Is that a true story? 🌚

(also I can’t help thinking about little gaymila watching telenovelas and thinking about her love story with Lauren, but that just me 🌚✌️)

Just for that single scene, Havana is going in my Camren files.

Alright, next is one of the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life… little Camila watching tv, looking like the gorgeous baby lesbian that she is… 

SHE LOOKS SO GAY I CANNOT. SHE’S WEARING GLASSES I CANNOT.

hum-hum, moving on.

Next stop: Abuelita!

This character is obviously intended to bring a comical aspect to the music video, and it works like a charm. 

But if you put Abuelita through the gay filter, you get a transgender grandmother (that’s fucking brilliant) and a nice reference to the familiar word “beard”  - I’ve worked up an entire delusional theory in my head about the grandmother representing the beard, and that Camila is hiding behind her, staying at home (aka the closet), playing it safe with grandma, just like Camila would in real life with her straight “relationships” - anywhoo, it’s fucking crazy and my delusional mind has rarely reached that far, so I’ll spare you the details 😅

Anyways, 10/10 for Abuelita! 👏👏👏

Let’s take a little 10 mins break (or 30) to look at this smol bean…

I WANNA FUCKING SQUISH HER!!

MY PRINCESS!!!! #triggered #mypinkprincess 
MY PEACHMUFFIN!!! 😭😭😭

*pulling myself together*

Also :

Wrong, wrong, WRONG Abuelita!! That is obviously not Karla! That’s Camila with a touch of CamEEla.

Anywhoo! Let’s keep going! 
Next we have a single line that stroke a deep chord in me…

Look, I’ve been called strange and antisocial, turns out it’s a few possible side effects of being a closeted gay 🙃 

If I let my delusional mind analyze this a little bit deeper, my thoughts go to the cuban/mexican culture and the fact that usually homosexuality is a big taboo, especially in older generations (I get all my infos from Carmen De La Pica Morales and Santana Lopez), and that certain behaviors, like not being interested in boys or living in a fantasy world, can be seen as “strange” - or that maybe here Abuelita does know that Camila is “different” aka strange aka gay as fuck (but since it’s taboo she doesn’t say the words) and that she loves her anyways.

(at this point you must have understood that my mind is in constant fanfic writing session 😅 )

Before diving into the big Havana feature film, let’s take another 50 mins to just look at her…

LORD HELP ME.

So, back in Cuba. Karla is just being one of the boys, as usual. Letting her butch side run free for a few precious moments…

I WANNA FIGHT HER!

Then she’s dancing with a dude next to a lesbian couple on a date, like “bitch, let me entertain my people!”

Tbh I think this is the least realistic part of the music video, YOU DO NOT LOOK AWAY FROM KARLA CAMILA CABELLO DANCING! WHAT KIND OF LESBIANS ARE YOU?

Alright, the one on the right looks shook, BUT YOU ON THE LEFT GET OUT!

Then Karla plays cupid…

CCGMA, Camila Cabello Gay Matchmaking Agency™, how may I help you?

Then she’s straight dancing some more…

Then she meets Michael Jackson…

Then she slaps a dude (very satisfying)

Then just as the straight kiss is supposed to happen it cuts to princess peachmuffin Gaymila eating popcorn 😂😂😂 #savedbythegay

Then Karla dumps the dude…

In all seriousness if you take that very small dialogue “You love me.” “I do love you, but I love me more.” and put it in a Camren or 5H context… it hurts like a bitch.

Little 90 mins break to just look at her :

(also from now on those are my gifs for any drama ever happening in this fandom 😂 )

Then Karla basically tells Camila to fuck off and get out of the closet…

Now let’s take a break to watch Camila’s booty, let’s meet in the afterlife! See you there!

ALL HAIL TO THE BOOTY 🙌  🙌  🙌  🙌 🙌

Look at that smol gay peachmuffin bean :

You can put two people between them 😂😂😂

So basically, this music video is everything I hoped it would be, I mean, not everything, because Camila isn’t kissing, marrying and having cuban babies with Lauren in it, but still it’s pretty damn good! It has a great concept, it’s funny, it’s sassy, and most of all it’s refreshing to finally see some good production! 

I also think she did a great job at keeping up the straight image while not explicitly doing anything straight and creating a gay matchmaking agency - she could’ve easily included a kiss with that boy, but she didn’t. You can tell she’s still being cautious and only hints at gay males, and not lesbians, but who knows what the next step will be… And I do truly believe in some of the theories I put in this post, especially the very first one 🌚

So I will end this endless post with this gif of Camila putting her glasses back up because SHE FUCKS ME UP.

🌈HAVE A WONDERFUL GAY DAY!🌈 😘😘😘

episode two :: Yuri realizes, suddenly and terribly, he might be a little bit in love.  


Victor doesn’t even try to go to sleep.  He just lays in bed with his laptop, watching the thirty-seven takes of Yuuri trying to get “hi, I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the Bachelor” out of his mouth.

Don’t they know who I am?” Yuuri slurs on screen.  

Yuuri, you have to put the champagne bottle down, you have to pretend to be sober,” Phichit says off camera, all authority gone from his voice.  He’s trying not to laugh.

Phichit,” Yuuri says, and he takes a big swig from the bottle, bubbles pouring down both sides of his lips. “You can’t tell me what to do.  I’m Yuuri Katsuki, and I’m the motherfucking Bachelor.

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The Fitting (Part 1)

The younger Jungkook has a workplace crush on you, but you let the flattery get to you and make a proposition you can’t take back.

The Fitting: parts 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  10.5  11 11.5  12  13  



You checked yourself in the mirror, tucking your hair behind your ears and undoing the top two buttons of your dress to show just a little cleavage. Ugh, what am I doing?, you thought, buttoning back up. This is wrong. I’m only here to work and flirting is certainly not part of the job.

You had been working as a stylist for BTS for the past few months and the job came at the perfect time in your life. For the previous few years you had been working in New York in the costuming department for a theater group, preparing to get married. You thought everything in your life was going great until, one day, you came home to find your fiancé in bed with someone else. In that moment, your world crashed. 

After spending a few months moping around feeling sorry for yourself, you decided to pack your bags and move to Seoul. You had some family living there and you thought this was the place you could start your life over again.  A big part of your new job was being responsible for doing all alterations. It was tedious work and not very creative, but it was a foot in the door and the group members and all your coworkers were pretty nice to you.

You looked at the clock, it was 9pm.  He would be here any minute. Checking the mirror one more time, you told yourself, Maybe I’ll just undo one button…

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Try Not To Cringe Challenge

Requested?: Nope

Pairing: Markiplier x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,433

A/N: My first Markiplier imagine/fic ever! This is really short and it has no real point whatsoever. I was just watching Mark’s new video and I got this idea, so I hope you enjoy. Some of Mark’s dialogue in this is straight out of the video, btw. Also, I would really appreciate if you guys could send in some requests, thanks!

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Try Not To Cringe Challenge

“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier, and I’m sick, which is kinda cool, except for the fact that it’s not.” Mark rasped into his microphone, proving that he was indeed very sick.

You knew that Mark wasn’t feeling too well, and you couldn’t believe he was still willing to risk his own health in order to give his fans some new content, even if it only was a few minutes long. So no matter how much you had argued at first that he shouldn’t be filming when he was sick, you finally agreed to be in it with him because you knew how much he wanted to do it.

“And also, I’m here with my girlfriend, (Y/N), which is actually pretty exciting since she rarely makes an appearance in any of my videos.” He said, smiling as he turned to the side to look at you and acknowledge your presence so that the viewers would know who you were if they didn’t already. “Say hi babe.”

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Whiskey and Rose Perfume

Originally posted by aomgwithkids

Genre: Angst, fluff

Rating: PG

Characters: JayxYou

You were getting ready to go watch Jay perform at a club here in Hongdae. It had been awhile since he’d performed locally and you were as giddy as a young child. You hadn’t seen him perform in so long that you’d almost forgotten how he sounded live, so you were in no way going to pass up this rare opportunity. Jay always figured you didn’t want to see him live while he was in town because you had never brought it up in conversation with him, but the truth is, you wanted to surprise him. It was a secret that you were going so you didn’t tell anyone that could possibly be able to tell Jay. You liked surprising him and he absolutely loved when you surprised him. It seemed to make him happy, so why not?

You put on something simple: just a plain black tee and a pair of faded blue jeans with a messy bun to go along and a pair of old gray boots. He thought you looked your most beautiful when you didn’t dress up anyway, and truth be told, you didn’t want a bunch of drunk, horny guys hitting on you and trying to get laid while you were there to see your boyfriend.

You hurriedly got ready putting on a light pink eye shadow, one layer of black mascara, and a soft lip balm. Considering you had a little time to kill before you had to leave, you contemplated posting a photo on twitter or Instagram but decided against it not wanting to risk getting caught trying to surprise him.

You slipped out the door of your’s and Jay’s apartment while trying to put your boots on, making sure the door clicked so you knew it was securely locked.

You were already shaking with nerves as you pulled up to the club, smiling broadly and shaking your head in your hands trying to hopefully calm the violently fluttering butterflies within your stomach. You gave your cash to the cab driver and stepped out of the car.

Walking into the club, you handed your ticket to the bouncer outside and stepped inside the already crowded room. Of course the first thing you did was make your way over to the bar to order a drink because you knew that your nerves would control you for the rest of the night if you didn’t. Jay had already started performing with some others from AOMG, which was intentional. You didn’t want him to see you before the show. You wanted to enjoy the show and not have him worry about you while he was working.

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Promises (Part Two)

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: You’re healing and on bedrest, and Peter comes to visit you after he gets out of school.

Word Count: 1,899

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood and death.

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(Part One)


About a month after Vulture left you broken and battered in an alley, you were back home with your family. Tony had hired a physical therapist for you, and you were on the fast track to recovery. However, you were still on bed rest and had to use a wheelchair to get around most of the time. Peter and Ned visited you often though, showering you in your favorite comfort foods and endless collections of DVDs. You were so lucky to have such caring people in your life. Even MJ, Liz, and Flash paid you a few visits.

It was a Friday, and you kept checking your phone compulsively, waiting for the ritualistic just-got-out-of-school text from Peter.

You were busy staring at your phone screen when you looked up and saw him standing in your doorway. You threw your phone down immediately and beamed at him.

“I was waiting for you to text me,” you laughed.

He smiled back and made his way over to your bed.

“I figured you already knew when I would get here, so I just didn’t bother. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. No Ned this time?”

“Nah, he stayed after school for the decathlon meeting.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you on the decathlon team?”

“No…not anymore. I kinda quit.”

He stared down at his shoes, tapping his foot nervously.

“What?! Peter, you loved being on the decathlon team. First band, now this? What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I’m just really trying to focus on the Stark internship right now.”

“It’s not because of me is it? You’re not dropping everything just to take care of me, are you?”

Peter shook his head furiously and scooted closer to you.

“No! Of course not.”

“Good. Because I don’t want you to give up your whole life just to watch television with the broken, bedridden klutz of Midtown High.”

Peter frowned at you.

“You’re not broken. And you’re not a klutz either. This wasn’t your fault, Y/N, it was…”

“It was what?”

“Nothing. Never mind.”

You shook your head and decided to change the subject.

“Anyways, what did you want to do today? I was thinking I could watch you play video games. I’m too bad to actually play.”

Peter gladly dropped the subject as well and went to put his game in your console. You really didn’t want to talk about how difficult this healing process was for you. Not to mention the fear you were constantly battling, wondering if Vulture would be able to find you again. 

You also really wanted to pretend you didn’t know Peter was trying to hide something today. After all, Peter clearly had no problem pretending he had nothing to hide. You were exhausted from his secrets. Wasn’t he exhausted, too?

You watched Peter play his game for about a half hour, sitting up next to him in your bed, so close that your shoulders were touching. When his character was killed for the hundredth time, he switched the game off and stared mindlessly at the blank screen for a few seconds.

“You’re a sore loser,” you chuckled, but he was frowning. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Wanna watch a movie now? I brought The Godfather this time. It’s a classic.”

He got up quickly to put the movie in, then returned to your side silently. Your eyes were on him the whole time, trying to figure out what was going through his brain. He did this often when he visited you. He would be his normal and cheery self one second, then suddenly become quiet and moody.

It had taken you a while to figure out why, but you had finally come to a preposterous conclusion. At first you couldn’t believe you had even thought of something so ridiculous, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

Peter had to be Spider-Man. Every piece of the puzzle seemed to be leading to that revelation, anyways. The fact that you were brought to the Avengers Tower instead of a hospital, how weird Tony and Peter were acting when you woke up, why Peter acted so guilty all the time, why he didn’t have time for after-school activities, and most of all, the fact that out of everyone in New York City, Vulture had chosen you as his victim. All of these things convinced you that your best friend was the one behind the Spider-Man mask.

But a little piece of you still didn’t want to believe it, no matter how much sense it made. Besides, there was still a small chance that Peter’s “internship” with Tony Stark was just that, and Peter was just acquaintances with Spider-Man. If he was actually Spider-Man, he would have told you… right? But you knew better than that. Especially considering how secretive he had been lately.

You wanted to ask Peter about it so badly. But how could you bring something like that up? You were still staring at him and he began to notice. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes, then turned his head to face you.

“What? Why are you staring at me?”

“Nothing…” You mumbled. “I’m tired. Mind if we lie down?”

“Oh…sure,” Peter said nervously, lying down stiffly beside you.

You both stayed still like this for what felt like a two hours before you started to relax. You could feel yourself falling asleep. Your bed was so comfy, and you were tired from physical therapy. Plus, the movie was long. And Peter was warm. So, so warm.

You scooted closer to him, unable to resist how good his body heat felt. Your hands hovered next to each other, almost touching. You felt the sudden urge to intertwine your fingers with his - just like you had the day you woke up in the Avengers Tower. But you thought better of it. Instead, you rested your cheek lightly on his shoulder and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep. 

Some time later, your eyes fluttered open. You looked around, expecting to see the darkness of your bedroom in Queens. But to your surprise, you were lying on the cement floor of an old, abandoned warehouse.

You sat up quickly in fright, then instantly winced in pain. You had forgotten about your healing ribcage. You held it gingerly and frantically looked around the gigantic empty structure.

Where the hell were you? And better yet, how did you get there without waking up? The last thing you remembered was sleeping in your bed beside Peter.

Peter.

Your mind began to race uncontrollably. If you were here (wherever here was), then where was he? Did he know where to find you? Was he hurt? Or worse?

You silenced your thoughts and fought your injured leg to stand up. You screamed out in pain when you put weight on it and fell back down to the cemented floor.

You couldn’t move. You didn’t know where the hell you were. You were absolutely petrified. All you could do was cry.

“Help!” You choked out through your tears. “Please, help!”

Just then, you heard a loud whirring noise. You whipped your head around, trying to find the source of it. You couldn’t see where it was coming from, but it kept getting louder and louder until it sounded like it was directly above your head. You slowly looked up at the ceiling, your eyes widening when you realized what you were looking at.

It was Vulture flying through a hole in the roof of the warehouse. And in his talons was a bloody and battered Peter Parker.

Before you could scream, he released Peter from his grip, causing him to land with a sickening thud on the cement next to you. You crawled over to him as fast as you could, shouting his name over and over and shaking his crumpled body. But he wasn’t stirring, and you were positive that he wasn’t breathing. You stared at his limp figure in shock for a moment, holding his cheeks in your hands. Then you turned a deadly gaze toward Vulture.

“Why did you do this?” You screamed at him at the top of your lungs. “What do you want with us?”

He didn’t respond. He just hovered above you, his helmeted head pointed in your direction.

“Answer me!” You shrieked, growing angrier by the second.

He reached up to his face, pulling off his helmet and throwing it violently to the ground. He looked you in the eyes with an expression so cold that you were mesmerized by it.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He spat. “I want you dead. Both of you.”

You tried your hardest to get up and run, but it was too late. He had already swooped down and caught you in his grip. You screamed out as you felt his talons pierce through your shoulders. He lifted you up in the air, flying so high up that it felt like you would just keep going up forever. Then he let you go, and you felt your body soaring through the cold midnight air.

You knew this was the end. You stared blankly at Vulture, watching him disappear until there was nothing but darkness and tiny twinkly stars.

You thought of Peter in those last moments. You wanted his face to be the last one you saw before it was all over.

You closed your eyes and waited for it all to end.

Suddenly, your eyes snapped open and you shot up from your laying position, letting a loud gasp escape your lips. You were still choking on air like a fish out of water, your eyes darting around your bedroom when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders. You flinched and screeched, trying to fight against whoever was touching you.

“Y/N! Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re fine. You’re okay!” Peter yelled frantically, trying to get you to calm down.

You stared into his eyes, your chest rising and falling in rapid motions. You took in every single one of his features in the darkness. His curly brown hair, his chocolaty brown eyes, his messy flannel collar peeking out from underneath his sweater. You were home. He was here. More importantly, he was alive.

“I…I thought…I dreamt that you were…that I was about to…” You choked out. You couldn’t bear to say it.

Peter swallowed, knowing exactly what you meant. He began brushing strands of hair behind your ear comfortingly, trying to figure out what to say next to calm you down.

“I’m okay, Y/N. And so are you. Everything’s okay.”

You grabbed his hand as it was brushing against your cheek, staring at him with wide eyes.

“I’m scared, Peter. I don’t want to get hurt again. And if I lost you…”

“I told you I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, Y/N.” He interrupted. “I haven’t forgotten that. Believe me.”

“Promise?” You whimpered, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

“I promise. I promise, Y/N. I promise, okay?” He repeated over and over, trying to reassure you as best as he could.

You wrapped your arms around him and cried softly into his shoulder. You believed Peter, and in that moment you felt that everything really would be okay.

But you couldn’t see the tortured expression on his face as he held you.


A/N: Part three is coming soon! (And requests are open!)

Goldilocks || 06

Happy kind of early 700 followers! How?! I only reached 600 last week. You guys spoil me. As thanks, here’s 6.4k of “pure,” unadulterated Goldilocks.

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: Masturbation, hand job, just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Wait, random arguments about ass? Or just like, getting mad about nothing? Because one of those is definitely better than the other.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. Special thanks to @echo-writes

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Taehyung’s room, too hot.

Jimin’s room, too cold.

You flop onto the empty sofa. Just right.

While you love Taehyung and his bed, there is a strong possibility that you would give your nonexistent left testicle to kick out Jungkook and sleep here again. Couch is love. Couch is life. You contemplate taking a nap while you have the house to yourself, but then you smell it, something that is awfully, unmistakably him.

You roll sideways, onto the floor, almost hitting the coffee table.

He’s contaminated it.

Jungkook has gone and rubbed his stupid smell all over your precious couch-bed. Not that you… know what he smells like. You cringe. Spending a third night in Taehyung’s bed might not be so bad after all. If you just down another dose of god knows how old NyQuil like the past two days, at least you’ll be spared the horror of another wet dream.

Besides, you’d probably have to fight Jungkook for the couch anyway. Then again, maybe you could shove the golden haired muscle pig into Jimin’s room. That would take care of two problems.

The sound of jingling keys pulls your attention to the entryway. It’s too early for Jimin to be home from work and Jungkook can’t get in without someone unlocking the door for him (maybe there’s still a chance you could “accidentally” leave him outside at some point). So the logical conclusion is, Taehyung is home from school early.

You’re pretty sure he had an exam today, but because your friend is surprisingly one of those people who can get a solid 95% without reading the textbook, studying, or even attending lectures in some cases, he probably finished in less than twenty minutes. Classic Tae. Technically, you’re not supposed to be home either, but your first class was canceled despite having spent all weekend slaving away, shut inside the bathroom on Jimin’s laptop to finish writing your essay.

The bathroom? Yes. Don’t judge yourself. What were you going to do? Continue suffering in Jimin’s room? Move to Taehyung’s and get distracted by the mess that would even put a garbage dump to shame? Or worst of all, confront Jinglekook in the living room or kitchen?

So there you found yourself, in the bathroom hunkered under a layer of blankets in the bathtub and on a throne of pillows, telling all three guys to “fuck off- go piss on a tree” whenever they came knocking. The only time you let them in was the rare occasion you had to leave for important things like food or when you left for a four hour shift at work on Sunday.

You were being difficult, yes.

But if a certain someone hadn’t taken your beloved couch, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

Suddenly, the door swings open, slamming against the wall and bouncing back to hit a very excited looking Taehyung in the shoulder. Leave it to him to make an entrance.

“I’m home early~ before everyone else~” he playfully sings to himself. You contemplate telling him you’re here, but then, “Gonna go watch porn~ with the volume on~”

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Sleepy Skyping (Seungcheol)

Request:

Hey!! Could I request a scenario where you’re in a long distance relationship with Seungcheol and on the rare times you skype due to your busy schedules, you both struggle to stay awake and one watches the other sleep? Thank you and I really love your blog ahhh!!!


Being in a long-distance relationship with Seungcheol had, in all honesty, proven out to be easier than you had feared, as you both managed to keep in touch regularly and clearly thought about each other a lot. The only downside you could name was the rare Skype calls, which you would’ve loved to have more of, but that only made you treasure each and every call all the more.

That evening, you were a bit sad to notice that you were yawning before even managing to press the button to video call Seungcheol. It had been a month since your last Skype call, and now that you finally got to have one, you were so tired that you knew you’d fall asleep if you kept your eyes shut for a second too long.

It was unfair.

Within a few seconds, you saw your computer’s screen be filled with what you loved the most - your boyfriend, wearing an oversized hoodie and a wide smile on his face. A smile spread to your lips in an instant, too, and your heart felt full with love, although it also ached because you would’ve done anything to be able to hug and cuddle him. Your voice was almost dreamy when you spoke. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Seungcheol said with a lazy yet happy smile, and yawned right after. You snorted.

“Tired?” you asked, although it was fairly obvious, and he nodded.

“We’ve been practicing nonstop,” he said, his voice groggy as though he had just woken up, which you could easily tell he hadn’t, “which means… two or three hours of sleep a night.”

Your heart sank a little, and your lips formed an involuntary pout. “Will you be okay? How do you even live on that little sleep?”

“I’ll be fine, we’ve got a few days off coming up,” he said with a smile, but it was a slightly pained one. Sighing, he opened his eyes up a bit better and looked at you warmly, taking in your features that he had only been able to adore in photos lately. “I’ve really missed you, baby. How are things for you?”

“I’ve missed you, too,” you mumbled, fiddling with your fingers, and bit back a yawn. Seungcheol snorted and commented on how funny you looked, and you chuckled while rolling your eyes. “But I’m fine, there’s just been so much to do, so many events to attend, things to study, people to meet… Sometimes I feel like I should be in two places at once.”

“I get that,” Seungcheol said, and you watched him lean down better, which was when you realized he was on his bed. He was now resting his cheek on his arms that were crossed in front of him. “If I was there, I could do half of the things you need to do.”

Chuckling softly, you shook your head and leaned your head into your hand, your elbow resting on your desk. “If only. How would you excuse your absence?”

“I’m sure I’d find a look-a-like or something,” he snorted jokingly and let his eyes fall shut for a moment.

You smiled fondly, although your heart felt on the heavier side, so full of longing that it almost hurt while also bursting with love you felt for the man showing on your computer screen. “If you want to sleep, we can end the call, you know.”

Seungcheol’s eyes shot open in an instant, and he hurried to shake his head. “No way, we haven’t gotten to Skype in ages.”

“I know, but…” you began, but he cut you off and insisted on continuing. Sighing, you looked at his tired features; as much as you wanted to continue the call, too, you could tell he needed the sleep, and you were starting to feel drowsy as well. “Alright. So, how are your knees?”

“They’re better,” Seungcheol smiled, glad that you remembered, and you couldn’t help but smile, too: he was just that cute. “I promised to treat Soonyoung for some fried chicken if he made the choreography so that I don’t need to get on my knees, and he came through.”

You snorted: of course there was food involved. “That’s good. But still, be careful while dancing, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Oh, look at you worrying about me,” Seungcheol laughed teasingly and cooed when you tried to defend yourself. “But really, I will. I’ll send you proof shots every now and then, yeah?”

“Sure,” you smiled and yawned, allowing your eyes to fall shut for a moment. The corners of Seungcheol’s mouth tugged upwards as he looked at you, and a big part of him wished he could be there with you. Soon you opened your eyes, your smile widening a little. “I really don’t want to read reports about you twisting your ankle or hurting your knee again, you know.”

“I’ll be careful,” he grinned and got a bit cozier with his oversized hoodie, the hood of which he had on. Yawning, he shifted a little into a more comfortable position, too. “Then again, if I get hurt, I guess you could come take care of me.”

“Please, you’d just make all the Carats worried,” you said softly and amusedly noted how Seungcheol’s facial features were starting to relax. A soft yawn left your lips again, and you leaned down on your desk.

“At least I’d have you here,” he mumbled, his voice so faint that you could barely hear it. “It’s all I want.”

Your gaze softened even more when you noticed that he was finally starting to fall asleep, and your heart felt full with love at the realization. As much as you would’ve loved to continue talking, there was something incredibly precious about seeing him asleep, especially considering the fact that you were in a long-distance relationship. It was a sight you probably wouldn’t see again for a long, long time, and also one that you hadn’t seen before.

For a good while, you just sat there with a small yet happy smile on your face as you watched Seungcheol sleep. You could tell he needed it, and it made your heart feel all nice and warm to see how adorable he looked while sleeping, his plump lips a bit pouty and facial features relaxed altogether. You were unable to hold in a quiet snort when you saw him scrunch his nose a little while sleeping.

If only you could’ve been there to pet his hair and sleep next to him, everything would’ve been perfect.

“Good night, Seungcheol,” you whispered happily and crossed your arms on your desk before allowing your head to rest on top of them.

Since you couldn’t physically sleep next to each other, sleeping together through a Skype call would do, especially since you got to wake up to Seungcheol calling your name and laughing at the long duration of the call.

You decided that one day you’d actually get to wake up next to him.


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Long Distance (Chapter Nine)

This Chapter has some pretty heavy insecure!Bucky feels. I’ve been trying to portray healthy relationships/real life emotions and Bucky being insecure about his arm is very real life I would think. So yes– be prepared for some Bucky feels. Also Steve being wonderful and protective and Tony being sweet about it. Also some Stucky sexy times! Holla!

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{Group Message}

From Bucky– Tony tony tony. Send me a picture.

From Tony– {picture message}

From Bucky– I can’t believe I have to specify this, but I meant a picture of you, not of the pens on your desk

From Tony– {picture message}

From Bucky– or the pencils.

From Steve– well played, Tony.

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From Steve– we miss you. wish you were here. Wish we could have done more of this sort of thing when we met up.

From Steve– {VIDEO MESSAGE}

From Tony– well don’t you two look cozy. And here I am all alone in bed.

From Tony– {PICTURE MESSAGE}

From Bucky– that’s not even fair! What am I supposed to with that??

From Tony– take a better pic and send it so I’ll have something to do before I get out of bed

From Steve– why is it that I try to start sweet conversations and you two turn it into something dirty

From Tony– Steve, am I to understand that you don’t want to send me something sexy, and then think about what I’m doing while looking at it? Is that what you’re saying?

From Steve– now let’s not be too hasty

From Bucky– well played, Tony.
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Anon: Hey! Can I request EXO’s reaction to finding out their S/O is unexpectedly pregnant but scared to tell them cause S/O is afraid that they’ll choose their career over a child? Thank you!

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Jongin:

He would find the test in the guest bathroom of your shared apartment while cleaning. He would wonder if it was yours or someone else. Once he realized that the only people who had been at your guys place where the guys he would kinda get frantic. He would wrap it in toilet paper and put it in his pocket.

As he cleaned he would silently ask questions on why you didn’t tell him. If you where scared to tell him. Why you would be scared, he loved kids. He was wiping the mirror when he stopped. He realized he had been working a lot lately. Maybe you where scared because you thought he would choose his job over a family. Which made him sad. He was scared to bring it up though since you hadn’t said anything about it. He waited til that night, he asked you about starting a family which made your fear fade away. He did end up telling you he found the test in the bathroom though.

Wait… you knew?” You would ask sitting up staring at him.

Yeah, I thought it was someone else at first, but did the math and guys can’t get pregnant so….” He trailed off looking at you.

You nodded. He grabbed your arms and pulled you into his chest.

Don’t worry love, I want this, I want a baby with you. I love you so much. We are gonna be great parents.” He said stroking your hair til you fell asleep.

Originally posted by captivatesme

Minseok:

He came home early from practice wanting to surprise you with your favorite snacks and a movie. He had spent 90% of his time at work and the other 10% sleeping. He would actually overhear the conversation from you and your doctor outside the bedroom door confirming you where indeed pregnant. He was shocked, Whenever you to had sex you where always safe, to prevent this. Not that he wouldn’t be happy and ready, Its his work and the fans, how they would react and treat you is what worried him. He hear you say your goodbyes and bolted to the living room when you walked out.

Oh! you’re home? So early.” you said kind of nervous of how much he may have heard.

Yeah, I got out early… I picked up some of your favorite snacks and a movie, I figured since I haven’t been home often I wanted to spend some time with you.” he admitted. You simply nodded and kinda rocked back and forth on your heals.

Are you okay baby?” He asked setting the bag on the coffee table.

Yeah, yeah I’m fine.Just a bit tired is all.” You lied. He just nodded and sat on the couch opening his arms to you so you could cuddle to him. He knew what you where thinking so he waited til you where ready to tell him.

Originally posted by xiuminscheeks

Junmyeon:

Being the leader of EXO meant he was hardly home, worse than the other members. He was surprised when he came home that you where still there waiting for him. He was so scared to lose you to his job that when he found the pregnancy tests in the trash can, hidden underneath papers in your shared bedroom, he would start crying. He knew why you had hid them. Or at least had a strong hunch. He would rush to the kitchen and make your favorite meal. You walked out of the guest bathroom to the smell of him cooking and your stomach churned. You walked into the kitchen and faked a smile as you hugged him from behind. He quickly turned around and wrapped his arms tightly around you and started to cry again.

Junmyeon…” you where caught off guard at his cries and you tried to pull away to look at his face but he only held you closer.

I love you so much.” He cried into your hair.

I love you too.” You said holding him in your arms.

He finished cooking and you ended up telling him over dinner, and he explained that he knew and he didn’t want to lose you or his baby to his job. He promised he would make sure he went to every doctors appointment and to be home as much as possible.

Originally posted by daenso

Kyungsoo:

Kyungsoo would find out from your best friend. They would tell him because they know your fear of him choosing his job over a family isn’t true. No matter how many times they tried to convince you, you still didn’t want to tell him you where pregnant. He would be mad at first because he was hearing such amazing news from your friend and not you. He would calm down once your friend explained why they where telling him instead of you. He was terrified to lose you two, so, he would drive home immediately ignoring the other members and his manager in the process.He was determined to show you how much you meant to him and how much he wanted this. When he got home he rushed into the house searching for you.

(Y/N)?” He called through the house but got no response.

He ran up the stairs to your shared bedroom to find you sleeping in your guys bed. You face was puffy from crying. He crouched down, leveling his face with your sleeping one. H reached out and stroked your cheek causing you to flinch at the sudden contact. You woke up and stared at him for a second, then realized that he shouldn’t be home yet.

What are you doing home Soo?” you quietly questioned. Sitting up slowly and rubbing your eyes.

He just took off his jacket and shoes and climbed in bed with you. He pulled your body to his and ran a hand over your stomach. You froze.

You know don’t you?” you asked not looking at him. Cursing out your friend in your head.

Yes, I do. (Y/N), why would you think I would ever choose my job over you. Our baby, a family?” he asked, using his index finger to turn your face to him. You shrugged looking at his nose instead of his eyes.

I would never in a million years do that. You know me of all people, I would never do something so ridiculous, I want to be a farmer for heavens sake.” He said, causing you to laugh a little. He smiled and held you in his arms the rest of the day.

Originally posted by dokyunggie

Yixing:

He would be in China when he found out from Baekhyun. Baekhyun would congratulate him and you on the pregnancy and it would confuse the hell outta Yixing. Poor Baekhyun wouldn’t know what to. He would apologize and quickly hang up the phone call. Yixing would call you immediately and question what Baekhyun had said.

(Y/N)?” he said when you answered the video call. He looked worried and that worried you.

Yixing? Whats wrong?” you asked squishing your eyebrows together.

Is it true?” he asked.

Babe, you’re going to have to be more specific than that, Is what true?” you chuckled softly. Cocking your head to the side in confusion.

Are you…” he trailed off taking a deep breath. “…Pregnant?

You swallowed hard, Color draining from your face. You stared at him through the screen.

Ho-” you started but he cut you off.

Baek told me, he said he found the test on the bathroom counter he thought you already told me. You didn’t. Why?” he looked mad. He wasn’t he was just confused why you wouldn’t share such amazing news with him, the father. You sighed and explained why, Slowly and nearly so quiet he almost couldn’t hear you.

Baby…” He sighed. “I would never choose my career over having a family with you. You’re my everything! You keep me going when I want to throw it all away. I want to make a name for myself so we can be stable and raise a family. I’m doing this for us, but if it came down to choosing I would choose you over everything. I love you so much, Please don’t ever doubt that or me.

You had started crying but you nodded. “I love you, I love you so much Yixing, I was just scared because of the type of career you have.” you explained a little further.

Don’t be love, listen I have to go now, but I will be coming home in 2 days, I’m cutting my time here short to spend it with you. I don’t care what anyone says. You need me there with you right now. Ill be home soon okay? I love you baby.” He said and you smiled and nodded. You two hung up and he was home the very next day.

Originally posted by chanyeolaconda

Baekhyun:

He would be terrified when he overheard you talking to your mom on the phone.

I’m scared, What if he doesn’t want this mom?

He stopped in his tracks. Want what? he wondered.

What if he gets angry and leaves me alone? He has a very important career, I am just a person.

What? Why would I get mad? he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration listening further.

I cant tell him…

I don’t know what I’m gonna do that’s why I called you, for help, some advice maybe…

He shifted his weight to his other foot and leaned in further.

Okay, I’ll see what I can do maybe he wont care if I come see you for a few days while I try to figure it out.

I can fly, I’m not that far along, the baby will be fine mom.

BABY?! WHAT?! His eyes bulged out of his head and he nearly dropped his phone.

Okay I’ll text you later, mhm, Love you too.

He took off towards the living room, tripping on the rug in the process. He tried to regain himself before you came out. He was thinking about what he had heard when you walked out. He propped an elbow on the counter top and pulled out his phone as you walked in.

Oh. You’re home?” you where shocked to see him. You shuffled to him. He kissed you and nodded. He didn’t trust himself to speak yet.

My mom called and wants me to come stay with her for a few days.She said she misses me.” You said very fast looking everywhere but his face.

Okay, well Maybe we should make it a mini vacation, I have a few days off.” He said not waiting for you to answer when he called the local airline to purchase two tickets to your home town. He wanted you to tell him, but he didn’t want you to be scared to so he figured being home with family would make you a little more comfortable.

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Chen:

He would go quiet when Kyungsoo told him that you where pregnant. He would sit there and just stare at his hands.

Why didn’t she tell me?” he asked Kyungsoo.

Because shes scared Chen, You have been taking more interviews and you even just came out with a song, do you realize how much promotion is going to take up your time?” Kyungsoo said.

Chen just covered his face with his hands and yelled into them. Causing Kyungsoo to jump a little. Kyungsoo put a hand on his shoulder.

Go home, Ill cover for you, Make her dinner tell her you are gonna be home a lot now since our promotions for the comeback is over. Make her see that being scared to lose you to this job is ludicrous.” Kyungsoo stood grabbing Chen’s arm and pulling him to the door.

Okay, Um thank you Soo.. For telling me.” Chen thanked him and gave him a quick hug and left. When he got home you where washing the dishes from lunch. You where surprised to see him so early in the day.

Oh?” You looked up and saw him enter the kitchen. “You’re home! How was work?” you asked drying your hands off. He didn’t answer, he took long strides to you and pressed his lips to yours. You where caught by surprise but kissed back.

What was that for?” you asked a little out of breath when he pulled away.

I missed you so much, I’m sorry I haven’t been home enough, but that’s changing today. Promotions are done and I’m not going to do any for my new song.” he stated taking your hands in his.

What? No promotion for it? Chen are you feeling okay?“ you asked as you touched his for head. He nodded. He was attached to your hip just about all day until dinner when he forced you to stay out of the kitchen so he could surprise you with your favorite meal and dessert.

Originally posted by achenlove

Chanyeol:

He would actually be very pissed off. Not at you but at himself for making you feel this way. He spent most of his time at the studio or when he was home he was in his office working on new songs. When he did finally go to bed you where already asleep. Countless times he would notice you had been crying. He found out you where pregnant from the fans. They where mad at him for the same reason you where scared to tell him. One fan saw you at the doctors office, and overheard the news by accident. They took to Instagram spamming him with messages in his DMs. It was never posted, thank god.

What do you mean you know (Y/N) is pregnant, shes not pregnant. Please don’t spread rumors that arent true.” He responded to the fan as politely as possible.

She is, I heard it, I was there. I didn’t mean to hear personal information but she was crying in the room after. What did you do? Why did she not tell you?” The fan asked getting annoyed at him. He read it 5 or 6 times before it hit him. His job. That’s why. He decided seeing as the fan didn’t post about it anywhere to confide in her.

My job… That’s what I did, I think shes scared to tell me.” He said.

Maybe you should spend more time with her, I understand your job is important but she’s your girlfriend, and shes pregnant, Imagine how she must feel right now! Chanyeol, Go to her. Don’t tell her you know make her feel loved and she will tell you herself.” She replied.

Chanyeol nodded firmly and took you out to dinner at your favorite place and went to the arcade and won as many plushies as he could. He made sure you felt every ounce of love he had for you that night, and forever.

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Sheun:

He was on your computer doing some work, You allowed him to use his when his would act up so it wasn’t something new. He was typing away when he heard adding sound meaning you had a new email. Without thinking about it he opened it. Thinking it was just spam until you saw it was the doctors office he read it quickly thinking you needed to just make another appointment soon but it wasn’t the case.

Dear Ms. (y/l/n), The test results came back successfully, Congratulations! You’re expecting a beautiful addition to the family. Please contact us to schedule a follow up appointment. -(D/n)” He read the email at least 7 times over.

You almost done babe? I need to check my emails.” You snapped him out of his trance.

Uh yeah hold on.” He said quickly closing the web browser and adding a few last words to his own email to his manager. He closed the laptop and handed it over. Not really looking at you.

Thanks babe, Ill be in our room.“ You said kissing his head and walking away. He nodded slowly looking at his desk. He waited for you to come in and tell him what he already knew but you didn’t. In fact you said you had a few errands to run and that you would bring back something for dinner. He was worried so he followed you. You met up with Minseok at a coffee shop. Sehun sat far away but close enough to hear. You told Minseok you where pregnant and when he tried to congratulate you you stopped him and told him you where scared to tell him because he might choose his career over a family. Sehun was shocked. He choked on his water and quickly ran out of the shop. He made it home before you and waited for you to come cuddle him on the couch when you walked in,

Shoot, I forgot to grab dinner.” You said slapping a hand to your forehead.

Don’t worry I ordered food for us, You always forget.” He chuckled patting the seat next to him on the couch.

Thanks Sehun. I’m sorry I forgot… again.” You laughed grabbing a pair of chopsticks and grabbing a bite of the noodles. He watched you eat silently. The thought of you being scared of him leaving you behind, his family behind mad him sad. He held your hand causing you to look up at him.

You know I love you right? You can tell me anything.” Sehun said out of the blue.

You swallowed your food. “I love you too Sehun..” You slowly said back realizing he knew something. You told him right after that.

Originally posted by sehunicorne

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Is He Here? // Conor Maynard

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Hey there! Hope you’re having a great day! Could I place a request for a Couple nor imagine please? The plot could maybe be where he comes back from tour a week early and the reader doesn’t know about and he asks the rest of the buttercreams to help him surprise you. If not then it’s no problem. Thanks x

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Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours. You had been counting. Conor left exactly Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours ago. And you missed him more and more with every passing second. He had gone on the North American leg of his worldwide tour. His second album was #1 on all the charts and most of his concerts were sold out. You couldn’t be happier for him; but the emptiness in your heart was undeniable.

It’s not that Conor ignored you. No, it was rather the opposite. He’d make sure to text you non-stop throughout the day and sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d get a random snap from the tour bus or dressing room. Every Sunday night, he’d Skype you and you two would talk until you fell asleep.

Yesterday he was in New York, tonight he’d be playing in Ohio, and tomorrow he’d be in Indiana. You kept up with his shows, watching the Instagram and twitter posts and the overflowing snaps stories; but mainly Jack’s.

The younger Maynard had decided to help George with the DJ’ing part of Conor’s tour. So most of your nights were filled with you sitting on your couch re-watching Jacks story over and over again just to get a glimpse of your boyfriend.

Tonight would’ve been like every other one, but you chose to dive into a new TV show. You needed something to take your mind off of Conor, just for a little bit. As you clicked onto the next episode of Shameless, you’re phone buzzed.

From Oli:

Don’t make plans on Friday, Caspar and I want to take you out to lunch.

You giggled as you typed a response.

From Y/n:

I have a boyfriend.

A few minutes later he replied.

From Oli:

Haha very funny. But seriously, we miss you.

This made you smile. You hadn’t seen either of them since Joe’s house party a few weeks back.

From Y/n:

We?

From Oli:

Caspar and I

From Y/n:

Miss you guys too :) pick me up at noon?

The rest of the night was spent curled up in your half empty bed, trying to focus on the lives of the Gallagher’s rather than your own.

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Four months, 16 days, and 4 hours.

His American leg was supposed to be six months, then he’d come back to London for two weeks. Then he’d be heading on to the South American leg of his tour for another 5-6 months.

It was less than two months until you would see him again, but it felt like a lifetime. You just had to wait a little bit longer.

You were currently cleaning the flat; not that it needed it though. Then your phone rang.

“Hey.” You said as you organized the movies on the shelf.

“Hey, Y/n.” Joe’s voice rang through the phone.

“What’s up Joe?” you were only half focused on the conversation.

“I was just wondering if you were busy on Friday,” he said.

“Actually yeah, I am.” you said, but then realized how rude that sounded.

“Oh…” you could tell he was feeling awkward.

“I am so sorry! That sounded so rude,” you laughed to try and lighten the mood. “But I’m going out to lunch with Oli and Caspar. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

“Oh no, that’s okay.”

“Joe,” you said sternly.

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to lunch with us. Just come over to the flat at 11:30. Oli will pick us up at noon.”

“No, Y/n. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Joe, you’re part of the group. It’s not intruding.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great!” you cheered and then ended the call.

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Four months, 17 days 2 hours.

You woke up rather late on Friday. It was a complete accident though. You had stayed up on Thursday watching Conor’s old videos. It was very emotional and you just couldn’t fall asleep. So then you headed over to his Instagram and just scrolled, reminiscing all the old moments. Before you knew it, it was 3 o’clock in the morning.

So as you slowly made your way to the kitchen, you were in no rush to get ready.

Then there was a knock at that door. You stared at it for a solid 30 seconds before reluctantly dragging yourself to the door.

“Morning love!” Mikey smiled brightly at you.

“Mikey, what the bloody hell are doing at my flat at 10 in the morning?” you let him in nonetheless.

“Am I not allowed to hang out with my favorite person?” he laughed, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet.

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, following his suit. “But I have plans today.”

Panic flashed across his face and he started stuttering, “I- what- you- I mean… you have plans? What plans? With who?”

You laughed, “Calm down mom.”

“I’m not your mom.”

“I could’ve sworn you were,” you said in a serious tone, but your face showed you were being sarcastic.

“But seriously, what are your plans?”

You grabbed the milk from the fridge, “Going out to lunch with Oli, Caspar and Joe.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah, do you want to come?” you handed him his preferred cereal and waited for a reply.

“No, I um… I already had plans too,” he played with the spoon in his hand.

“Then why’d you come over?” you gave him a small smile.

“I uh, I wanted to see you duhh.”

“Mikey, you can come with us. They won’t mind.”

“Okay,” he flashed his classic smile which made you smile.

You two finished your breakfast and Mikey happily waited in the living room as you got ready. While you continued to do your hair, you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey, Mikey? Could you get the door?” you yelled from the bathroom.

“Sure,” he replied and a few seconds later another pair of feet were padding around your living room.

“I’ll be done in five minutes, I promise!”

“Don’t rush love, I’m early.” Joe called from the living room.

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“Hey,” you said opening the doors. “I invited Joe and Mikey as well. Hope you don’t mind.”

Oli gave you a hug, “Of course not.”

“The more the merrier, right?” Caspar smiled, pulling you in for a hug.

Oli and Caspar arrived at your flat around 11:50 and since none of your cars were big enough to fit all 5 of you, you had to wait for an Uber.

You five finally made it to Central London by 12:30 and had lunch at a small little sandwich place. Lunch went by smoothly. Caspar, Oli and Joe vlogging part of it and all four of you helping Mikey talk to a girl on Tinder.

“Would you mind if we stopped by a few shops before we head back?” you ask the boys as you leave.

“I don’t see why not,” Oli looked at the other boys for assurance.

“As long as we stop by TopShop,” Joe said.

“Yay!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around Mikey and Caspar’s neck.

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The boys hadn’t complained once since you started shopping, which was very unusual.

“So why aren’t you begging me to go home yet?” you asked as you walked to another shop.

“Huh?” Mikey asked.

“What do you mean?” Oli questioned.

“You guys hate shopping. So why are you guys not complaining?”

“We don’t mind it,” Joe smiled.

“Bullshit,” you stopped walking. “What’s going on? Why are you guys being so weird?”

“We’re not being weird,” Caspar laughed. “We just want you to have a good day.”

“That’s all, love.” Mikey added.

“But why?”

“Because we know you miss him,” Oli said simply.

“Oh,” you looked at the ground. “Thanks.”

“Of course, love.” Joe smiled.

“Ready to go home?” you headed towards a bench.

“Uh,” Oli said, grabbing his phone.

“What’s wrong?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Just gotta… call the Uber!” he said and rushed off.

“Since when do you call Uber’s?”

“It’s Oli, he’ll realize soon enough.” Caspar laughed causing the three of you to join in.

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After another 30 minutes, the Uber finally arrived. The ride was very awkward; you used your phone as an escape from the silence filled car. Meanwhile, all the boys were exchanging worried looks as the car arrived closer to its destination.

You finally dragged your eyes away from the illuminating screen. But you weren’t where you were supposed to be. The Uber stopped.

“Why are we at Jack’s?” you glared at the boys.

“I forgot something here a few days ago,” Joe gave you a sheepish smile.

“Okay,” you said, unlocking your phone again.

“Hey Casp, wanna help me look for it?” Joe asked as he opened the door. The blonde nodded and followed the older man into the building.

“Where the hell are they??” you whined. It had been a solid five minutes.

“Let me go check,” Mikey slipped out of the Uber and ran into the building Joe and Caspar had walked into a few minutes earlier.

You gave Oli a look and he just awkwardly looked out the window.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to go get some other people.” The Uber driver gives you an apologetic look through the rearview mirror.

You sighed and grabbed your bags, “It’s okay, and have a great day!”

“Sorry,” Oli says, scratching his neck as you two stood out in the cold.

“Might as well go help the others look,” you walked into the building.

Oli followed you and pulled out his vlogging camera. He began speaking to the camera, making sure not to bother you. When the elevator doors opened, he switched the camera onto you.

“What are you doing?” you looked past the camera and continue towards Jack’s door.

“Just vlogging,” he shrugged.

You turned back, “Mikey? Why aren’t you in there?”

“Uh…” he stammered, holding a camera as well. “Just go in.”

You gave both boys a weird look but opened the door nonetheless.

“Joe? Caspar? What are looking for?” you ask as you walk in, keeping your eyes on Oli.

“Oh uh, hi.” Josh said. “You weren’t supposed to be here yet.”

“Josh? What are you doing here?!?!” you questioned.

“What? Who’s here?” Joe appeared from the hallway, Caspar right behind. “What are you doing up here?”

“Waiting for you! The Uber left. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” they all say in unison.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You demanded. “Now.”

“Hey Joe, is Y/n still in the Uber?” a familiar voice says, it’s respective body emerging from the hallway.

“Jack?” you whisper.

“Uh, hi?” he says.

“You’re supposed to be on tour…” you continued to whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“About that…” he trailed off.

Tears began to well in your eyes, “Is he here?”

No one answered.

You looked at each boy, all of them looking at each other for help.

“Is he here?” you repeated, voice weak.

Jack nodded, and stepped out of the way of the hallway. You sprinted from where you previously were to the door of Jack’s room. Your hand slowly went to the doorknob, but you quickly remove it. You were anxious.

It had been exactly four months, 17 days, 8 hours, 48 minutes, and 36 seconds since you had last seen him in person.

39 seconds.

43 seconds.

You just stood there. You were scared. What if he had changed? What if you had changed? What if you two weren’t meant for each other anymore?

Who cares? You love him.

You knew you were right. So you grabbed the handle and turned it, slowly opening the door.

He was looking in the mirror, checking his hair and outfit.

He had changed. He was buffer. His biceps were a lot more defined than when he left. He was also tanner. His completion looking extra good in his grey t shirt.

He hadn’t noticed you yet. He grabbed the flowers on the bed and turned to face you; a huge smile spreading across his face when he saw you.

“Ello, love.” He chuckled.

“What are you doing here?” you said quietly.

“I got a week off, and I had to see you.” He smiled.

You stood there for a few more seconds until you lunged yourself into his arms. He instantly dropped the roses and pulled you closer to him.

“I missed you so much baby,” he breathed into your neck. “So. Fucking. Much.”

“I missed you too,” you hugged him tighter, which he returned.

You two finally let go, but Conor kept his arms wrapped around your waist; and yours around his neck.

“You’re only here for a week?” you pouted.

“Yeah, but I had a question,” he started.

“Well ask away.”

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“On tour.”

You stepped back, “Are you serious? Because I swear to God if this is a prank, I’m going to kill you,” you turned around, looking for cameras.

He chuckled and laced your hands with his, “It’s not a prank, I promise.”

“Yes, of course I’ll go on tour with you,” you laughed, hugging him again.

“I have been waiting four months to hold you again,” he smiled, pulling you closer.

“And I’ve waited four months to kiss you again,” you giggled.

“Is that right?” he asked sarcastically, causing you to giggle again.

“Yes, so are you gonna make my wish come true?”

“Well, since mine did. I guess, I could help yours a little,” he exaggerated. He brought his lips to your neck and then to you jaw and then your cheek.

“There you go, wish come true.” He said, pulling away.

“Asshole,” you laughed.

“Did you expect something else?” he asked seriously, but his toothy smile showed you otherwise.

“A little,” you shrugged. “But you’re a bad kisser anyways.”

“Don’t lie,” he smirked. “You know my kisses are the best.”

“Prove it,” you smirked back.

Conor cupped your face in his hands, leaning closer to you.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

He captured your lips in a kiss; it was all over the place. You two went from a heavy make-out session to little pecks all over each other’s bodies and then finally to what you guys have lacked the most in the past 4 months. And Conor definitely made sure to let you know how much he missed you that night.

Baby, Baby

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Visiting Kiseok on tour was always one of your favorite things to do. It took you away from your everyday life for a few moments, it gave you the opportunity to see Kiseok and the other members of your second family in person and not through a screen, and it gave you the opportunity to see exactly what life was like on the road and the things that he experienced on a daily basis. It gave you that insight and helped you to realize exactly what he was going through when he was away from home and you really appreciated the chance to experience his work life, even if it was only for a moment.

Usually, before you visited him on tour, you’d keep some of the things that were happening in your life a little quieter. You wouldn’t share them as quickly as you would have otherwise or you wouldn’t share as many details just so that you had something to tell him, some news to give, when you met him in whatever country he happened to be in. After your first tour visit, you’d started doing this and it generally gave you something to think about other than how much you missed him or how excited you were to see him.

And if they were all away from Korea, you tried to bring them little tokens of home. You’d bring candy or figurines, you’d even brought a packet of noodles once. Anything to help them all ease their homesickness a bit and be more comfortable on the road was fair game. You’d bring gifts for everyone, none more special than the other. You wanted them all to feel that love and support so you tried to play fair.

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Vape vs Asthma (Smii7yoz / Krii7y)

Smii7y stepped out of the Uber and stretched, still stiff from his flight, and grabbed his suitcase. He glanced at the house he was dropped off at, noticing only one car sitting in the driveway.
Smii7y nervously walked past the vehicle and up to the front door, not quite knowing who would answer the door. After he knocked on the door, he heard a yell from within.

Then the door swung open.
“You’re late, bitch.”

“At least I don’t look like a bitch.“ Smii7y retorted.

“That doesn’t even make any sense!” Kryoz exclaimed.

Smii7y laughed as he pulled Kryoz into a side bro hug.

“Its good to finally see you again, man.” Smii7y smiled.

“Yeah, I’m glad you could come down!”

“Am I allowed inside or…?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

They stared at each other through the open doorway for a silent minute, Smii7y standing on the porch and Kryoz in the house’s front room.

“Just kidding! Get pranked, bro!”

Kryoz laughed as he lead Smii7y inside.

Smii7y could smell the smoke as soon as he stepped in. It might’ve just his mind playing tricks on him, but Smii7y felt as if his lungs were already seizing up.

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Yoongi Scenario: Spoiled Baby.

Request: Hi girls😊 I want to request a scenario of our min yoongi where y/n is jealous after she sees a mv of bts where yoongi is rapping to a girl and when yoongi goes to visit her and ask for her opinion they have a little fight? Fluff ending please

Genre: Romance.


You were waiting in front of your laptop, seeing the youtube page and the hour, refreshing and wondering when would the music video be out. Remembering you could actually watch it on your TV you went for that, the bigger the screen the better, as any other Army you were waiting for the new BTS music video to be out and you couldn’t wait. Yoongi had been looking so extra hot lately you knew that music video was going to be fire.

You giggled to yourself thinking about it, Yoongi was so handsome, you didn’t go around telling him all the time but you loved your boyfriend to pieces and for you he was the most attractive man there was.
The music video started and you squealed clapping watching the Big Hit intro and it came, this concept you were loving so much, for this one they had gone for a bad boy image mixed with the classiness of wealthy powerful men and each of them were pulling it off perfectly.

Yoongi was wearing all black which was the look that was as godly as it was sinful, you were afraid the stylists were going to go crazy with he clothes but they had stuck with these clothes and you were sending your appreciation to them and all holly beings.

The music was amazing as well, hype and a bit dark and the song had the right amount of sexiness, so much they even include a girl.
You nodded watching her, they had chosen well, she was really pretty and was dressed sexy but not trashy, it was all good until the scene changed to an alley in which was only her and Yoongi.

It was Yoongi solo part and as expected he was putting to work all his tongue technology that if it was true turned you on, you didn’t enjoy seeing so close to another girl. The way he rapped to her was insinuating, the way his body leaned to hers like demonstrating interest and sexual desire, the attraction between them making the scene and the rap be more intense, it got you distracted from the mv itself as something inside of you was shot. A sensation that started in your stomach and brain and then you felt everywhere, you wanted that girl out of the picture and Yoongi as far away from her as possible. It was stupid since you knew this was just the mv, acting, but then you couldn’t help it, seeing him with another girl was hard. And then you frowned, Yoongi was a terrible actor, could it be that some of this attraction was real?

The music video ended, it had been good but all you could think was of that scene and the hours of filming, they practicing.

-I’ll watch again- you mumbled to your self seeing the video again which only made you angrier. Yoongi hadn’t mentioned this little detail with the girl, why was he hiding it?

You frowned and watched your phone, the last thing he had said was that they were going to be at the company doing the live pre show, then they would watch the video and film reaction and do some practice of the choreography. Then he was supposed to come to your apartment to have a rather late dinner together.

You inhaled sharply telling yourself to calm down and wait, instead of starting to recriminate over the phone like you wanted to do. But you knew it was best to do it in person, you wanted to see his face when you brought the issue over, Yoongi had some explaining to do.

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Gamer Boy Ch. 1

This is part of my submission for nalu week 2017. It is rated T for cussing and slightly suggestive themes later on. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. I do not give anyone permission to repost any parts of this story anywhere. Please be respectful. Reblogs welcomed though. 

This short story will be 6 chapters long. 

Summary: The annual ‘Call of Duty’ competition is back again. Lucy is determined to reclaim the title as Fiore’s best team, but first she has to beat last year’s winners, 'The Dragons’. She won’t let anything stand in her way, especially not the annoying team captain of the opponent’s team. No distractions, no slip ups, and certainly no secret make out sessions with her rival. Modern AU. Romance/Humor

*It will not focus too much on the actual game play, more on what goes on around it.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. (Completed)

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Chapter One: Video Games (Bonus Day 1)

“Lucy! Hey Lucy!”

Lucy flinched, dread filling her body. “Oh no,” she mumbled, a shaky hand lifting to cover her face, but she knew it wasn’t going to help. “He’s already here?”

Levy giggled beside her, pulling her suitcase out of the trunk to place on the sidewalk. “Looks like your rival is calling you.”

While her and Juvia snickered, Lucy shot them a glare. “He’s not my rival!” Her eye twitched when they continued laughing. “He’s not my anything!” Despite her words, she refused to acknowledge him, even after she heard his shoes scraping against the parking lot. 'Does he not know how to pick up his feet?!’

“Lucy!” His voice was louder now, the man standing directly behind her. She could see his shadow surrounding her.

“Not going to look,” she whispered, grabbing her own bags before pulling them out of the car. “Just ignore him and he’ll go away.”

“Not likely,” he said, startling her because she felt something brush against her arm.

She whirled around, ready to smack him if he was trying anything funny, only to sigh when she saw it was his overly-fluffy white scarf that touched her. Every time she saw him he was wearing it, even when it was mid-summer. 'Why is he still wearing it in this heat?’

Instead of asking that, Lucy muttered, “What do you want, Dragneel?” Her voice was laced with her aggravation, but he didn’t seem to notice. Why did he insist on talking to her? Wasn’t ignoring him every other year enough of a hint for him to take? She didn’t want to talk to that smug asshole.

“How was the drive?” he asked, waving at her friends before looking at her again.

Lucy’s eye twitched as she tried to figure out what he was trying to do. “Fine,” Lucy said, but her tone suggested otherwise. Being cramped in a car for seven hours with Erza, Levy, and Juvia had given Lucy a headache. She was just thankful they had the night off before the competition began tomorrow.

“Me and the guys are going to get something to eat in a bit. You wanna join us?”

Lucy narrowed her eyes at the offer. She opened her mouth to tell him 'no’, but Levy cut her off, voice louder than normal.

“We’d love to come!”

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Sharing is Caring (Bucky One-shot)

This was so much fun to write, especially since it was for my lovely Roo. Please let me know what you think! It kinda made me laugh, so I hope it does the same for you. ;) 

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Sharing is Caring (reader x Bucky)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Clint, Sam, Natasha.

Summary: Your mutual crush on Bucky is at a stalemate, but you get both get a push after Clint discovers one of your weaknesses.

Warnings: Fluff! Small mentions of drinking and prescriptions drugs.

Word Count: 1850

A/N: This fic is for my love, my darling, my favorite Canadian Insomniac: Roo aka @sebseyesandbuckysthighs . Happy Birthday, my dear!! I love you forever!!! Also, this was inspired by a hilarious conversation between the Avengers Trash Tower ladies and I that took place months ago. I’m so happy to know you all, my darlings!! And yes, Roo, I still have that legally-binding screenshot. ;)

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Originally posted by bovaria

“Y/N…”

“No.”

“Please, Y/N?”

“I said no,” you replied firmly.

“Aw, come on! You can’t possibly eat all of those yourself! And it’s just rude to eat them in front of me,”  Clint pouted, eyeing the box of cupcakes in front of you.

Leaning forward, you spoke emphatically, “Y/N DOESN’T SHARE FOOD.”

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He Was Lost

The past three months were lonely.

That was putting it lightly, because honestly, how were you supposed to feel when you’re suddenly living without the other half of your heart -your best best friend, the love of your life. It wasn’t supposed to end the way it did. To be fair, you never imagined there would be an ‘end’ at all.

You remembered that day like it was yesterday, replaying the turn of events over and over again. Maybe if you’d looked him in the eyes more. Maybe if you’d kissed him harder. Maybe, if you’d hugged him a little bit longer. Then maybe, just maybe, he would still be yours, right where he belonged.

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To Pidge

based on the small langst fic I wrote recently

you’ll have to read it to understand the purpose of this one. it’s called At Peace. you can read it here

“Mmaaaattttt,” Pidge groans in her seat. Her and Matt had been telling each other stories about the adventures during their time apart, until they came across an asteroid field they couldn’t get around. You see, although they’d rescued Matt months ago, they had such little time to reconnect and actually talk. 

The ex-green paladin let Matt concentrate though and in turn gave in to her heavy eyelids. She had been so excited to get back to Earth she couldn’t sleep the night before.

But now Matt had successfully gotten through the field, and Pidge was wide awake. “Kaaaatiiiiie,” her brother replies in a teasing tone.

Pidge wrinkles her nose in disdain at that. 

Matt chuckles at her reaction. “Would you prefer I call you Pidge?”

The small blond nods enthusiastically at the suggestion, “Just for a little bit if you’re not comfortable with it.”

The older sibling clicks his tongue at his sister’s unsure behaviour. “Pidge, don’t worry about that, I’ll call you chicken wing if you ask me to. It’s all up to you. But don’t forget you’re a Holt.”

“Of course, bro. Gunderson sounds ridiculous anyway-”

“You have a message,” spoke Pidge’s watch. A second later, Matt’s watch let out the same robotic tone. 

The two siblings look at each other before looking back to their watches, Matt putting the pod on auto-pilot first, of course.

“It’s a video from Lance,” Pidge notes. Matt nods his head in agreement. 

Suddenly, both teens gasp upon noticing a small detail in the file’s thumbnail. The older teen speaks up first, “Is he… crying?”

This looks serious, Pidge thinks to herself. “Let’s use headphones just in case we have different videos.”

Matt nods and hands his sister a pair; two sets were placed in his lap as soon as he saw the tears in the ex-blue paladins eyes. Pidge pulls up a holographic screen from her watch, in the corner of her eye, she sees her brother do the same. She takes a deep breath as she connects the Bluetooth of the headphones to her watch.

As soon as it’s finished loading, Pidge hits play. The screen is black at first. A few seconds later, Lance’s face comes into view. 

He looks like death. Tears stain his cheeks in a steady stream, the bags under his eyes were deeper than ever, and his cheekbones were poking out more than usual. Immediately, Pidge’s sibling instinct kicks in, as her and Lance were the closest on the team, next to Hunk of course. I knew you weren’t okay, and I tried to help…. but you weren’t this bad. Lance, what happened to you?

“Hey, Pidge. O-Or Katie? I’m not sure what you prefer after you’ve reunited with you brother,” Lance chuckles sadly in a shaky voice. 

Pidge’s face is already wet with tears. How could I let you fall into this state?

Either way, I want to say thank you. Next to Hunk, you were the biggest support system to me. You were there when I needed you,” the Cuban takes a deep, trembling breath. “And I don’t want to die with you thinking it was your fault, or that you could have done something to help. Oh, that sounded worse. Just. This isn’t your fault Pidge.”

What isn’t my fault? But Pidge doesn’t fool herself. She knows exactly what Lance is talking about. Sobs racking her body, she reaches out to her brother, who simply lets her fall onto her chest and hugs her tight. 

Lance scratches at the back of his neck. “Agh, this already sounds bad. Pidgeon, I’m going to be honest with you. You’re the first video. You’re the first person I made a video for. And I’m sorry to say, I’m not sure why. But I know you’re important to me. And I wouldn’t want you to think otherwise.” More tears fall down his face and a sob escapes his mouth, but he’s able to keep himself contained. “Pidge, in case you haven’t figured it out already, which I doubt, because you’re an extremely smart young lady. I’m going to kill myself.”

A sob takes over Pidge’s entire body as she finds herself pausing the video. For a few minutes, she lays curled up in her brother’s lap sobbing loudly and ugly, her entire body twitching with each breath. Her brother continues watching his own video, quiet tears falling down his cheeks, his mouth left agape. 

After fifteen minutes of crying to herself and sinking in the fact, Pidge decides she’s not ready to continue watching -and she never will be- but she knows she needs to finish the video.

The blond girl wipes her eyes and replaces her glasses on her nose. With a small sniffle, Pidge presses play.

“Now, don’t freak out,” it’s a little too late, “I’m not doing this over any event in particular. And don’t bother trying to stop me, by the time you’re watching this it’ll be too late. I’m just. I’m tired, Pidge. I’m tired of lying. To you, your brother, Allura, Keith. Myself. Truth is, Pidge, you know that picture you saw of my family?”

“Yes,” the vulnerable girl answers even though she knows he doesn’t hear her.

“Well, it’s a fake. I don’t really have a family to come back home to. You guys were the closest thing I had to a family, the paladins of Voltron, Allura, Coran, you were my family.” Lance sobs again, this time a bit longer. “I have no one else, no one to go to, and you guys were all heading somewhere, with some place to be. Remember when I said I was going to confess to Keith? Tell him I love him? Start a family with him? That was my last resort, Pidge. No, it wasn’t Keith’s fault, there’s nothing wrong with him finding someone who loves him. I know it’s cowardly, and I’m sure if it was anyone else, they would have held on to hope and find someone who would love them. But I’m not someone else. I’m not strong and I’m me. I’m Lance. Nobody needs me. I can’t hinder someone like that.

“I love you, Pidge, all of you, but I can’t stand living like this anymore. I can’t stand being by myself, looking for purpose, looking for a reason. A reason to stay. I’m sorry I couldn’t hold on longer. Don’t feel guilty, Pidgeon. In fact, you can feel happy, happy that I’m gone, and at peace. Peace with my decision, and peace within the heavens. I’m not holding anyone back anymore. I’m free. So don’t feel sad, Pidge. In fact, my funeral should be festive. Play some Beyonce at that shit, get all the single ladies on stage,” he chuckles sadly. “All laughs aside, I’m glad you were my friend, Pidgeon. I’m glad you were there for me, and I’m happy that you let me be there for you, too.I’ll miss you, Pidge, and I hope you’ll miss me too.” Lance gives a small wave before reaching forward and the video stops.

And time along with it. The pod is silent. Matt’s video was apparently shorter, because he was already staring into space, his grip on Pidge strong and weak at the same time.

“Is he really gone?” the shrunken girl asks in a small, raspy voice. Tears continued to pour from her eyes like rivers, each dropping falling bringing her closer to the cold realization. 

She felt her brother nod softly and press a kiss to her forehead. They cried there, together, for hours. Each trying to put on a brave face, be the strong sibling.

Each failing.

Well, that was absolute shit.

I wish I could supply you with a better version, but this is basically the best I can do. Hopefully the other videos will be better.

Thanks for reading guys.

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Requested by anonymous: Being a big important part of the D.E.O but also really quiet and shy , resulting in people forgetting you’re there but Alex being intrigued by you, somehow ending up being her friend and also Kara, and Maggie too but like you’re even more close to Maggie and one night Kara almost drags you to a game night where you meet Lena, and Lena likes you immediately and Sanvers fangirling when you talk with Lena? Can you make it really platonic fluffy?

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(A/N): THIS IS NOT A ILLUSION I ACTUALLY MANAGE TO POST SOMETHING THANK YOUUU NEIGHBOUR WIFIIIII


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Distractions pt 11

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Yoongi x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 4856

Originally posted by yoonmin

Yoongi laid in bed as the noon sun pierced through the blinds painting glimmering golden stripes across the bedroom. It’s already been a whole week since he collapsed and finally, he seemed to be recovered but he chose to stay home for one more day to make sure that he had fully gotten rid of his illness. He didn’t want to get you or anyone else sick at Music Box.

After hours of just laying in bed, Yoongi’s stomach finally decided to make a desperate call for help. All this week he had no appetite because his brain just refused all ideas of eating while he was sick. Now that he was better, he felt like he could eat an entire grocery store or something. 

The dorm was empty as expected. It was already afternoon and everyone would probably be out doing their own thing, but Yoongi was surprised to see Jimin in the kitchen eating lunch. He thought that he’d be out with one of the others, but that obviously wasn’t the case. Yoongi could sense that there was something up with Jimin. After living together for so long, he had grown accustomed to the way Jimin acted. Just by the way the younger poked at his food and zoned out, Yoongi could tell that there was something wrong.

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