Ok so what if a Langst spy au??? Just hear me out……
•Shiro is still missing, everyone is expecting Keith to take over until they find Shiro
• they hear about prince lotor, but don’t have any information about him, so Allura and the blade of mamora are planning on sending in an undercover operative to have intel on him.
•lance accidentally walks in on the meeting, and over hears them talking about it.
• lance volunteers to go, thinking that this could be his chance to be able to lift his weight and not feel so much as the 7th wheel.
• Allura is not amused, refusing to send Lance in, cause she does care for him on some level, not that he knows this
• but Lance makes some really good points that it’s not exactly a secret that Lance and Keith don’t get along, that if Lance were to make a big enough argument with Keith, that it could get the Galra to be interested in trying to recruit him
• Allura concedes, cause it’s the best plan that she’s heard through the entire meeting. But she only lets him go on one condition: once they find Shiro, Lance has to come back as soon as possible.
•they all agree that the team shouldn’t know about the plan until after Lance has successfully infiltrated the Galra.
• the plan works great. And Lance is successfully apart of the Galra. And lotor is especially interested in Lance, which is good for the mission, not for Lance though.
•ALOT of creepy one-sided flirting. Lance promises to himself to apologize to Allura for all of his incessant flirting.
•bad news, is the team takes it HARD. First the lost Shiro and now Lance!
• hunk is just begging whatever god are out there that this is just some sort of nightmare and that he’ll wake up from it at any moment. He still believes that Lance will come back to the team.
• Pidge is pretty upset, and thinks that if they got Shiro back, then maybe he can talk some sense into Lance and bring him back.
•Keith is LIVID. He can’t believe that Lance betrayed them, that he had said all those things about him, and just turn his back on the team. Keith believes that Lance has completely turned his back on them, that he isn’t coming back.
• Allura can’t figure out how to tell the team that Lance didn’t actually betray them.
• fast forward to a week or two after the ‘betrayal’ they face off against lotor again, and lance as well.
• somehow Lance and Keith are fighting on a catwalk, about 5-6 stories high. And Keith isn’t holding back. He goes on and on about how lance is a traitor, and how he didn’t deserve to be apart of Voltron
• it definitely hurts lance, but lance has pretty much figured out that Allura hasn’t been able to tell the team yet. But he can’t tell Keith, or else his cover is blown.
•Keith takes swing at lance with his bayard, and puts a huge gash in his face.
• Keith kicks lance into the railing, only for it and lance to fall. But lance is able to catch himself barely on the catwalk, but his hand is too slippery, cover in his blood.
•lance calls for Keith, to help him. Lance knows Keith would let him fall.
•Keith lets him fall.
•it’s either, Keith was in a sort of angry frenzy that he didn’t realize lance was calling for him until it was too late, or something else.
•either way, Keith is sure that Lance is dead, and leaves. Not able to look at the dead body.
•but lance isn’t dead. He’s close to it, but not there yet.
•Lotor finds him and has haggar save his life. Of course, lance doesn’t come out of it whole.
• he had to have his complete spine replaced with one of haggar’s prosthetics. He has a scar on his face from Keith, and his arm had to be replaced as well. But he’s alive.
• to say that Allura is relieved when she gets communication from Lance is an understatement. Especially after Keith told them all that Lance was dead.
• lance still sends information and warnings about certain attacks and plans that the Galra have for months.
• then finally the others find Shiro, and Allura is so glad because that means that not only is Shiro back, but that Lance will come back as well.
• Lance sneaks back on to the castle during a battle between Lotor and the team. (Carrying a flash drive with as much information about lotor and the Galra as it can hold)
• Allura calls a retreat and the other paladins go to the bridge once they have successfully wormholed out of there. You can definitely say that they are surprised to see her talking to some random guy who looks a lot like…oh my god it’s Lance!
•you can definitely say that there are some mixed emotions.
•hunk is so happy! He knew it! Lance was alive! He’s back! He’s going to be okay!
•pidge is kind of weary of it. She’s not sure what to think, he might be back, or it might be a trick.
• Shiro is just confused. the others didn’t tell him about Lance ‘betraying’ them, or that they thought he died. He’s just trying to figure out where Lance came from.
• Keith is drawing his bayard and putting himself in between lance and the others, ready to strike.
•of course NOW is when Allura finally tells them all that Lance was undercover and spying on the Galra. Of course their pissed that they didn’t tell them, mostly at Allura cause she was suppose to as soon as Lance was in.
• Keith now feels like he is the biggest screw up in the room, cause he sees the scar on lance’s face. He realizes that he left his friend to die, even if he was under he idea that he betrayed them. He sees how lance’s eyes go stone cold when he looks at him. He knows that he lost Lance’s trust.
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors
and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find
Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about
dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,855
language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal
A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”
A/N: I’M BACK… and so soon as well. Enjoy, beautiful (yes, I’m talking to you).
Hi honey ! <3 I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where Jughead always sees a little girl in Pop’s, she eats ice cream or drink milkshakes after school, and she is really talkatvive, annoys him a lot, but she reminds him so much of Jellybean so he never was mean to her, only in playful way, and when he find out, that she has a cute older sister at his age (reader) he likes her even more ? ^^
so there’s been a lot of stuff coming up in fandom. a lot of it has been a little…worrying.
i know that a lot of fandom - especially in ficdom - are young, inspiring writers. even if you aren’t a young, inspiring writer, and are in fact a lovely 40-year-old with a penchant for knitting and writing in your free time, there are some things that everyone should know, especially concerning how people should write their fic.
now if you’re posting on ao3, good! that’s the platform i’ll be talking about (mostly because i use it myself) but if you’re posting anywhere else, this applies to you still.
now, bts fandom has been posting a lot of fic recently that are rated 18+ for numerous reasons, some of them because they contain sexual content - others because they talk about sensitive topics. from this point on, please be aware of trigger warnings such as: rape, abuse, manipulation, etc.
now, here’s the problem. if you’re gonna write a fic about, say for example, domestic abuse, heres what you got to do: your homework. go out and research. go and ask someone - if you have to - about their experiences only after you’ve asked them explicitly if they’re ok with talking to you about it, if they’re okay with the limits of your questioning, if they’re okay with you writing about it, etc. you have to ask this. same goes for any other traumatic experience. if you’re going to write it, research it. don’t just do it through the internet, because everyone’s experiences are different. do it through people. it will be painful, hard, and you will feel numerous things that might make you question why you’re writing this in the first place, but if you’re really serious about something then show that you are. treat the subject with respect.
so many fics now in the archive are flippant, using abuse or noncon as a plot device, or even worse, make it seem almost sensual. it’s not. it’s not fun, it’s not good, do not make it that way. for fuck’s sake, have some decency. this is not your little kink world, you cannot get away with doing stuff like that without doing your research first.
fics that contain controversial subjects (like male pregnancy, which if written with a cismale character is inherently transphobic, don’t fight me on this) should be written with care. either spend substantial amount of time researching them or don’t write them at all. there will be people who will be triggered by this kind of material and you cannot do anything about it, but as an author, what you can do is try to be as respectful and as polite as possible when you try to tell your story. this is not a smut-filled world for you. if you want to write about real-life things, then you better sit down and realize what real-world consequences are. trying to make traumatic and controversial subjects romantic for the sole purpose of ~otp~ is not okay. it’s not.
writing, for most people, is not just a fulfillment; it’s catharsis, it’s a lifeline, a hobby, a form of expression, a movement. when you post something online, it’s public, it’s real. it’s out there for other people to see. you give your permission for others to connect with it the way you feel you’ve connected with it. (that is, not to say, that they’re allowed to steal it.) people are allowed to get upset and disgusted at your work. they’re allowed to like it, too. but realize that it’s your job to try and be as sensitive as possible, because if you’re going to write about something that you yourself have not gone through, then you need to realize that you have no precedence to stand on a soapbox when your fic is being criticized and defend your own words. you don’t. you have no idea what you’re talking about; how can you defend it?
secondly; sex. listen, it’s totally okay to be as sexually free or conservative as you want; it’s your body, your life, your words. do as you want. but when we’re talking about sex, take a moment to educate yourself on what a healthy sexual relationship is. where do we cross the line between abuse and bdsm? what is the difference between a dom/sub relationship and a relationship with a harmful imbalance of power? most people don’t seem to understand this difference. it’s okay; a lot of people don’t because of the world’s lack of good sexual education (HONESTLY) but it’s your job to make yourself educated. if you haven’t had sex, that’s fine! if you have, that’s fine! my advice: still look it up. we don’t know everything. there’s always something to learn. fandom/ficdom has long migrated away with vanilla sex, which totally okay, but kinks can only be negotiated if you know what your healthy baseline is. learn it. learn it and understand it and know everything before you attempt to write it.
these were the two things i really wanted to say. i’ve noticed a lot of fics have been having these problems; i know i’ve really condensed things and i could say a lot more. this is my own personal opinion, even though it really is good to try and learn more about things before writing about them (form your own opinion, you know?) i just wish to see a better change in fic; after all, words is how most of us live.
Hello all! I’m sorry to put drama on your dashboards, but yesterday some information was brought to me and I need to be entirely clear and open about some things in order to protect myself, and hopefully to protect you guys too.
I have only one character in the game, Syrena Kalihd, and that will never change.
I am not Selene Kalihd (also known as @jaybartram / @princess-zeldaluna / Zelda Luna), and I have no ties whatsoever to this person. They are a pathological liar who lies and manipulates to knowingly and purposefully take character appearances and names, and then attempts to paint themselves as an innocent and unwitting party to gain sympathy. After the recent occurrence of someone making a duplicate of a character named Empress Quistis and using the false blog to slander that person’s name by sending hateful messages, I am more than a little wary of people taking other people’s character names and faces, and I feel I need to make it 100% clear that they are someone who made a willful decision to copy me, and they are not in any way an alt or secondary character of mine.
I am not someone who feels that similarities in character appearance warrant upset; the ffxiv character creator is fairly limited, and coincidental similarities or even duplicates are to be expected. But an active attempt to copy my character’s appearance and name is something that I’m uncomfortable with, and I am made even more uncomfortable by the fact that when questioned, Zelda claimed she doesn’t know me/has never seen me/did not copy me, despite that all of this is clearly untrue.
I will be presenting evidence; not because I am upset at the copying, but because I am upset at the lying, double dealing, and manipulation this person has exhibited, and I need to prove that this is not a coincidental similarity.
Tell her to get lost. Unfriend and block her on social media. Don’t answer any texts, and block her number too. Uraraka is smart. She’ll get the message. And when the sting of rejection subsides, she’ll move on to someone else. Someone more suitable, someone more deserving. In the end, Uraraka will still be happy.
Bakugou is doing her a favor. If Uraraka never speaks to him again, that’s what he deserves for being dumb enough to catch feelings in the first place.
On the way out of class, Kirishima puts a hand on his shoulder. “So, gym? Or video games? Or gym and video games?”
Bakugou calculates. Uraraka tends to go to the gym around this time, and this whole avoidance thing won’t work if they keep running into each other. But then he catches her in the corner of his eye heading to the dorms herself–his eyes had a nasty habit of following her of their own accord–and realizes that the gym is the better option after all. He wonders how long he’ll have to tiptoe through his own life before it gets easier.
“Gym first,” Bakugou says. “Maybe video games after.”
“Are you ok, man?” Kirishima asks. “You’re kind of broody today. Like, Todoroki-level broody.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Heh, there’s a Bakugou I know.”
Once they get there, Bakugou makes a beeline for the bikes. Spinning is great cardio, but it’s also one of the few activities that lets Bakugou’s mind wander. As his legs start pedaling, he zones out to think about how this whole Uraraka situation went to shit so fast.
Request: hello friend!!! Could you please do a sister!reader fic where Sams in college and reader is about 15-16 and its it first day of highschool. Shes like really nervous and dean conforts her and stuff. She find a quick salt and burn with the guy she sits next to? Idk i thought of a whole story but i think you could write it better, thanks soooooo much!!! @rosiesstanderds
A/N: I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I have been dying at college. I hope you enjoy this!! And again, I am sorry I have been dead to the world for like months.
Characters: Dean x Sister!Reader, John Winchester, OC, Sam (mentioned)
Warnings: swearing, angst, violence, mention of blood/gore, sadness, let me know if i missed anything!
Another stupid day. Another moment where you wake up and forget for a second that Sam is gone, that he left you and Dean, and won’t even answer your texts or phone calls. Another stupid hunt. Another week or two of wondering if Dad is okay, if he is alive. Another stupid school. Another month of hearing Dean complain that Dad left him behind on this hunt to watch poor little old you.
After a long day of work last night, you sleepily were in the kitchen, getting breakfast ready for Namjoon and yourself. You were flipping the pancakes with a spatula, but it got caught on the side of the pan. Stupidly half-asleep, you use your fingers to flip it over, as a consequence, burning your index finger tip. You let out a hiss from your lips.
You feel arms snake around your waist, while you continue on with your cooking.
“Morning gorgeous.” Namjoon greeted in his raspy, morning voice.
“Morning handsome.” You reply, keeping focused on the job at hand.
“Your finger’s red.” He pointed out, lifting your idle hand, resting on the counter.
“Yeah… I burned it.”
Unaware of your injured hand, you felt a wet sensation sucking at your fingertip.
You quickly retract your finger back from the sensation and turn to face Namjoon. He had a sly smirk on his face.
“What the hell was that for?” Your back was facing towards the stove dangerously.
Namjoon reached his hand around the small of your back and turned off the stove knob, his eyes still holding your gaze.
“How the hell does someone look so beautiful in the morning?” He licks his top lip lightly, his hand resting agains your back. You didn’t believe him. You were in a baggy shirt with only your underwear and a messy bun. If that was beautiful, he might need to get his eyes checked. You put your hands on his chest ready to push him away, but he was one step ahead. Namjoon suddenly crashed his lips to yours, hungrily attacking your lips.
You let out a surprised gasp, as he picks you up by the thighs and sits you onto the opposite kitchen counter. Your hands could only find their way to his hair, tugging on in slightly, earning a groan from him.
“Fuck.” He hissed through his teeth. He introduced a sneaky tongue, causing you to moan in response.
His hand dipped down and under your shirt to your bare thighs. You nibble on his lower lip as he does so, feeling him smile slightly.
“You really have a knack for surprising me in the morning.” You mumble against his lips.
“Yeah, well I can’t help it if–” Your doorbell rings, making the both of you jump back in surprise. Namjoon fixes his hair. “Who’s that?”
You hop off the counter, pressing together your swollen lips.
“I, uh… might have invited Taehyung and Jimin over for breakfast.”
You joined the boys for a celebratory dinner for their attendance to the Billboard Music Awards. Hoseok was looking especially handsome, in a baby blue button up, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, and black dress pants with some fancy Gucci shoes that Taehyung bought him.
You were wearing a cute black skater dress with red heels to compliment it, sitting next to Hoseok comfortably. The table was round and you were between Hobi and Jungkook. You sat slightly more closer to Hoseok as he was your boyfriend obviously.
During the dinner, Hobi kept shifting uncomfortably in his seat, his eyes always averting from you when you looked his way.
“Hobi are you okay?” You placed a hand on his. He nods and gives you a reassuring smile.
You continue to enjoy your meal, as did the other, making small conversation among yourselves.
Suddenly a hand is felt on your bare thigh. You sit up straight in your seat in response with it. Your eyes quickly glance down to see Hoseok’s hand as the culprit. You look at him with a weird expression. He doesn’t meet your eyes although – he ate his food with his chopsticks in his other hand.
You shrugged it off, still devouring your steak, until his hand slid slightly higher up your thigh. You almost jump from your seat and your head snaps towards Hobi. You lightly raise your leg to hint him, but his hand stays put. You elbow him in his arm and he looks at you with an innocent face.
“Yah, Hobi.” You hiss, while everyone was distracted talking to each other.
“Did I tell you, you look so sexy tonight, sweetness?” He response with a sly smile.
Jungkook gags beside you.
“Save it for the bedroom you two.” Jimin comments smugly. You glare at Jimin and unintentionally stab your food with your fork.
Hobi chuckles darkly beside you while you click your teeth in frustration. Your thighs rubbed together in an anxious manner. His hand slipped between your thighs and travelled up just the slightest bit higher, almost to your panties. You suppress a squeak.
“Y/N.” You shudder at the table as Jin calls your name.
“I was saying, how are you going to get home tonight. I can take you and Hoseok with me to drop you home if you’d like.”
“U-Uh, that’s o-okay I w–.” A faint but noticeable stroke was felt against your covered entrance. “–AS GOING TO TAKE… a cab home…” You put a hand over Hoseok’s forearm, squeezing it slightly.
A snicker is heard from Hobi’s end at your reply to Jin.
“Uh… okay?” Jin raises his brow at you as Namjoon and Yoongi only laugh.
You flush pink in embarrassment. What was Hoseok doing?! He began to draw circles on the slightly dampened fabric. Did he honestly think this was gonna end well?
“So how’s your sister been Y/N?” Taehyung questions. God, you did not need this right now.
“Shhh…hhhe’sss great! ThAnKs FoR ASkinG!” You bite your lip. Jungkook gives you a weird look. You feel air brush against bare skin and you stand up suddenly, scaring everyone.
“I… need to go to the bathroom!” Everyone exchanges odd looks except for Hoseok who can only smile innocently as you walk away.
Yoongi was composing a song for you, but he wouldn’t give you a preview until it was done and you were dripping with curiosity to hear just a snippet, so while he was watching television in the lounge room, you snuck into his studio and closed the door quietly. You hurriedly clicked through his files, trying to figure out what he would call the song. Soft footsteps could be heard from outside of the hallway and you frantically begged the file to jump out at you. It was kinda a hard task considering that his desktop was messy and piled with so many files.
Silence in the hallway. Your shoulders somewhat relaxed as you clicked furiously. The door swung open, revealing a slightly unimpressed boyfriend.
“What are you doing?” He states coldly. You spun to face him in his computer chair and tapped your nails nervously on the arm rests.
“Well… I was… just looking for… uh…”
“You were looking for the song, weren’t you?” Weirdly, his lips curve upwards in a smirk. You furrow your brows in confusion.
He closes the door behind him, a click of the lock filling the silence of the room. Yoongi shoos you out of his chair as you stand up quickly from it and he sits down in it, looking through his computer. He clicks a file called ‘Instrum_Y/N.mp3.’ Duh. A soft, sensual tune begins to play from the speakers. Was this the song? It sounded… like something from Fifty Shades of Grey.
Yoongi turns to you, standing there like a statue. “Come closer.” He demands. You feel a lump in your throat form. You do as your told, taking a few steps closer to him. “Bend down level to me.``
You comply again, lowering your self to his level, bending at the hip.
``You’re so sneaky~” He says with a low, mocking tone. You couldn’t help but feel a tingling sensation in your stomach. This song was adding to the situation at hand.
He cups your face and slowly pulls you in, his soft, small petal-like lips melding with yours. He suckles at your bottom lip, making you shudder. Yoongi reaches for your waist, still holding the kiss, and brings you towards him and pats his knees for you to notice. You lift your legs up and rest both knees on either side of his waist, your bottom lingering over his area. You kept your hands on the back of his neck and one of his cheeks as he trailed his tongue sloppily across your bottom lip and down along your jawline.
“Yoongi…” You say breathlessly. You weren’t even at that stage and this man had you panting as if your life depended on it.
“Can we… move somewhere more spacious…?” You suggest. He detaches his tongue from your neck and pulls back.
You watch backstage as Jin rehearses hard for their performance tonight.The boys were glistening with sweat as they came off for a break.
“You guys did so well!” You applaud them. They all exchange smiles with you as Jin stops in front of you. His bangs clung to his sweaty forehead in a very attractive manner. You had just arrived backstage so he wasn’t expecting you. He looked at you from head to toe.
“What are you wearing?” He asks in a suspicious tone.
You were wearing a black slim fitting skirt which was down to above your knees and a wine red long sleeve top, stopping just above your belly button.
“Uh, clothes?” You reply sarcastically.
He grunts in response. “Princess, there are obviously lots of guys here and they’re going to look at you.”
“Is my baby being overprotective?” You pinch his dampened cheeks. He sighs and grabs your hand, pulling you in to kiss your cheek. Jin pulls away, only to hold you in his gaze. Something seemed off about the look he gave you, it wasn’t loving, nor was it upset. His eyes were slightly dilated and narrowed.
“Jin are you–”
“`Come with me.” He grabs you by the wrist somewhat harshly, surprising you. He wasn never this intense with you before, rather sweet and caring. He opens the control room. The people in charge were also on break, as the room was dead empty. He pulls you inside and shuts the door behind him.
“Uhm. What’s going on…?” A slightl nervousness could be heard in your voice. Were you in trouble?
“Y/N. You don’t just come to rehearsals dressed like this and expect a man not to fawn over you.” He strides closer to you, causing you to step back. Your back reaches the controls panel, restricting you from escaping any further.
“Seokjin… I don’t think we should be doing this in here… or at all really…”
Jin places his arms on either side of your small frame and leans in, his hot, minty breath intoxicating your senses. Your eyes land on his plush lips and your mouth part open in a subtle way. His pressed his lips to yours gently. Your spine shivers at the softness of his lips as you awkwardly rest your hands on his broad chest. His legs close around yours, completely encasing you with his body. He modestly runs his tongue on your lower lip, begging to go further. You let him proceed as he deepens the kiss. He slowly allowed to to rest on the sound board, so you were somewhat laying down. His left hand slides between your thighs and your body shoot up the sound board in shock, feeling your shoulder hit a switch. Unaware of this, you pull his shirt down to you, so his chest was against yours and your arms snaked around his neck. His hand lightly caressed your thigh as you let you a small moan.
“Where could Jin-hyung and Y/N have gone off to?” Hoseok asked, taking a swig of his water.
“Maybe they went to grab something to each quickly. You know how those two are.” Jimin chuckles.
Suddenly the overhead speaker let out a crackle, indicating that they were turned on. A few staff members turns their heads to the speakers in confusion, as did Namjoon and Yoongi.
ALthough quiet, a feminine moan resonated from the speakers. Jungkook spar his drink out in surprise and Taehyung and Jimin looked at each other with wide eyes. The three eldest stood up as fast as lightning.
“Well… now we know they aren’t getting food.``
Sorry I’ve.been absent for a while, school exams and assignments got me like >.>
I feel so sinful omg Lord please wash my sins away
“It’s weird. It’s just different. It’s not… men… it’s just him.” – Ianto Jones
“Whereas Will Graham is very definitely heterosexual, but that does not necessarily prevent us from a homoerotic subtext.” – Bryan Fuller
“One is queer. One is not. That’s life. It’s not queerbaiting.” – Cory Michael Smith
a lot of people are up in arms about what cory said. and i understand. people are completely entitled to be upset. however, ed being straight definitely doesn’t mean this ship has sunk, and that we were all lied to and strung along and baited. far from it.
two of the most popular gay live-action relationships on tumblr are (arguably) jack and ianto from torchwood, and hannibal and will from hannibal. however, ianto himself says that he’s not gay. he’s not attracted to men. he’s just attracted to jack harkness. and bryan fuller has said, in various interviews, that will graham is straight. and yet hannigram is still one of the most beautiful depictions of a homosexual relationship in television history.
ed being straight doesn’t end nygmobblepot. i mean, first of all, cory’s word is not gospel. yes, he has some creative control over his characterisation, but ultimately, the writers can flip ed’s sexuality any which way, if (and when) the story calls for it.
at the moment, ed’s claimed to only be in love with kristen and isabella, but that could all change. (especially given that ed’s love for kristen and isabella wasn’t genuine love at all, and he’s never sacrificed anything for either of them. more on that in my other meta here.)
secondly, ed might think he’s straight right now. but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he’s right. this is a guy who didn’t lose his virginity until his late 20′s, and presumably had few close connections to either men or women before adulthood. so (because heteronormativity is a bitch) ed probably just assumes he’s straight because the only “love” he’s ever experienced has been for kristen and isabella.
ed’s heterosexuality doesn’t mean that ed and oswald won’t still have a complex, interesting, relationship. there is no denying that ed cares deeply for oswald, and that oswald had a huge hand in making ed into the man he is today. there are some deep, complicated emotions between these two. it’s not as simple as “ed loves oswald, and then they become boyfriends.” it’s a lot more complicated than that.
ed’s feelings might be similar to ianto’s. he sees himself as straight. and, for the most part, he is straight. he’s usually attracted to women. but oswald is the exception. because oswald is right – no one knows ed the way that oswald does. no one has loved ed as selflessly, and deeply, as oswald now loves him. ed labels himself as heterosexual, because, perhaps, he mostly is. and yet he’s still in love with oswald.
will never outright said that he was in love with hannibal. they openly said that hannibal was in love with will, and will was super queer coded, but will’s feelings were never explicitly stated. he said some pretentious poetic things that implied that he loved hannibal (“i told him to leave because i wanted him to run… and because i wanted to run away with him.”
“you and i have begun to blur.” “we’re conjoined. i’m curious whether either of us can survive separation.”)
but he never actually said the words “i am in love with hannibal lecter.” he didn’t have to. it was clear, by the end of the season, that will felt something for hannibal. whether it was infatuation or obsession or love, it was definitely something. just as ed doesn’t have to explicitly state that he is in love with oswald, it’s still clear, from his expressions and his reactions to oswald, that he feels something for him.
ed spends most of 3.14 looking conflicted and confused (see: his angry reaction when oswald says “i did because i love you. you should know that.” and his expression when oswald asks if he passed the test, and his expression while oswald is telling him that they need each other, and his expression after oswald falls into the water.)
the final straw of ed’s grand plan™
depended on the fact that oswald couldn’t change. but now ed’s been proven wrong. do yourself a favour, and re-read this beautiful bit of dialogue:
oswald: “the fact that i love you proves that i can change. just give me a chance.”
ed: “you know as well as i that a man facing death will say anything to save his skin. and you won’t change… because you can’t.”
that’s ed saying that he’s not giving oswald a chance because he believes that oswald is incapable of changing. not because he doesn’t reciprocate his feelings. but because he thinks that oswald is capable of love. ed is basically saying “i’m not giving us a chance because you are incapable of love.”
(though, that’s probably a subconscious thing on ed’s part. he was just completely closed to the idea of having a relationship with oswald because, in his mind, it could never happen. he just didn’t consider the possibility, so it’s not even a conscious thing.)
so, now that he knows oswald is capable of change, his feelings towards entering a relationship with oswald might change. because his view of oswald as a person have changed. he thought that oswald was a heartless, loveless, person. turns out, he’s wrong. and ed hates being wrong. so that’s gonna prey on his mind.
of course, ed later says “i don’t love you”, but i think that’s just a case of ed being in super deep Denial, because he’s conflicted about his very complex feelings for oswald. ed can say he doesn’t love oswald all he wants, but there’s no denying that the two of them have a very deep, twisted, relationship.
nygmobblepot isn’t over, y’all. it’s just getting started.
You couldn’t believe your eyes as you looked over at Dean, you were so angry that you thought steam must have been coming out of your ears and your face must have been bright red. Sam tried to calm you down in the bar, but all you could think about was that stupid bitch with her hands all over Dean. It’s not like he tried to stop her, you didn’t even want to watch more after it looked like she was about to lean in and kiss him.
Request: Can i ask for some insecure and broken crying mess aka Murphy when reader finds him and comfort him. Just wanna see how her comforting him will make Murphy ready to believe in someone else. Maybe they will end up together?
Requested by: anonymous.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to upload! I took a break yesterday and only got to it tonight, again I apologize! But, here it is!
You could hear sniffling and the soft sound of sobs, but they were muffled as if someone was trying to hide them. Placing down the gun you’d been checking, you walked around the wall that blocked you off, walking somewhat into the dropship searching for the sound of the heart wrenching sobs.
When you spot the person, you were incredibly shocked to see John Murphy sitting there. His knees up to his forehead as he placed his head against them, his body wracked with soft sobs and your eye widened in bafflement. You didn’t know Murphy very well but every time you’ve seen him you’ve never actually seen him shed an ounce of emotion. This was a completely different side to him.
He was usually so abrasive and cold, you weren’t sure if you should walk up and say something or walk as if you’d never seen it? Though, the choice was clear, no matter who he was there was no way you could leave such a suffering person alone on their knees.
Walking forward, you meant to be quiet but your weight made something crack and Murphy’s head snapped up. When he saw you, his eyes widened and he looked as if he was about to run. He hastily wiped at his tears as you raised your hands slowly, trying to prove you meant no harm. “Wait, no, Murphy.” You said, walking towards him.
He took a step back, eyes betraying the fear he felt of letting someone see him so vulnerable. You smiled lightly, trying to show you meant no harm. “I’m not gonna hurt you or anything, I just… are you okay?”
His mouth opened as if he was going to say something before it snapped close. He looked at his dampened sleeve and then back up at you, “why would you care?” He asked, cut and cold. You blinked slightly in surprise before you shrugged.
“Why wouldn’t I?” You retorted, smiling on the inside at the shocked look on your face. You felt as if you were making some progress.
“Because no one helps just because they want to.” He said, as if from experience. You took this moment to step up beside him, softly bumping your own shoulder with his as he seemed hesitant to let you this close. You did nothing but smile supportively at him, trying to show you only wanted to help.
“Well, sure not everyone. But some people, like me.” You said, looking at him with concerned eyes. “What’s wrong?”
He was silent for a long time before he sighed, looking away he began to speak. “I just don’t want to be alone.” He whispered, barely audible but you caught it. Looking down at your clasped hands, you shook your head.
“You’re not alone.” You mumbled.
His head snapped to you and he narrowed his eyes. “How’s that exactly? Everyone in this camp either hates me or fears me, and I know it’s my fault but it’s still upsetting.” He said angrily.
“Well, what’s say we stick to each other.” You said looking over to him. His eyes widened and his face contorted in shocked happiness, before he blinked. You’d never seen someone go through so many emotions at once, and before you could help it you began giggling a little bit. He seemed insulted and embarrassed as he scrambled for what was wrong.
“What? What did I do?”
“Nothing,” you waved. “Your just much more expressive then you seem at first glance. You’re quiet funny too.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” He asked, and with a final glance at him, you smiled knowingly.
A request❤ thank you so much, it was such a good idea. Here u go!
“How much should the puking pastilles be?” “Um, five gallons. They take sickles to make, so we’ll make major profit!” George answered his brother.
The fire blazed in the Gryffindor common room, the twins sat on the overstuffed couch, Fred with a quill and pad.
“How about for canary-”
Fred was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They simultaneously looked up to see the culprit. It was Alicia Spinnet. She was standing awkwardly, and waiting expectantly.
“Um, Hello Alicia, can we help you?” asked George. “Yes, Fred, I was wondering if you’d go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?” This seemed like a nice proposition, the thing was she was staring straight at George.
“Actually, I’m George. That’s Fred”
She didn’t look phased. “Oops, well do want to?” she asked again with a smile, still looking at George. George turned to look at his twin, his eyebrows knotting together. “But I’m Fred” Fred said defensively. “I mean it doesn’t really matter” Alicia chuckled. “Are one of you going to take me?” “No” the twins said firmly. Alicia sighed and walked away, up to the girls dorm. “Is she mad?” George asked irritated.
“C'mon Georgie, we are identical”
“Yeah, but even after I told her that you’re Fred she still asked me, like it didn’t make a difference either way!” George shouted, his face started getting red with anger. “Calm down, does it really bother you that much?” Fred asked. “It’s that, this is the 5th time this week people have mistaken us then not cared. It’s like they think we’re the same person or something!” George stood, pacing back and forth. “How about, I finish this and you go to bed” proposed Fred. “No, I’m fi-” “George, go to bed” George bite his lip, not wanting Fred to win, but then gave up and walked toward the boys dorm. “Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite” yelled Fred after him. “Shut up” George grumbled with a starting up the stairs.
“So, class or Black Lake with Lee?” Fred asked his brother, using his hands to weight the two options. They were walking down the corridor. It was cleared out, due to the fact that class was about to begin. “Oh, wow. Freddie that’s a tough choice” George sighed dramatically. “You know how much I adore Snape, but I’m afraid I’ll have to choose-” he was cut off when somebody darted around the corner and collided with him. They hit the ground with a thump. George felt the wind get knocked out of his chest.
“Oh, Merlin! I’m so, so sorry. I-I’ve never been this late to class before”
George looked down at a girl he’s had never seen before, in red and gold robes. She scrambled up, and was brushing herself off. But, George couldn’t move. He was pushed up on his elbows and was staring at the girl. He tried to fill his lungs with air again but she knocked it right back out of him. Everything blurred, except her face.
It was sunny and beautiful, he’d never seen one like it. ‘Why does she look so concerned?’ He thought, he then noticed her mouth was moving. “I’m sorry, what?” he asked, barely above a whisper. “Are you okay?” She said louder. “Oh, uh.. yeah I’m-I’m fine” he said quickly standing, not taking his eyes off her.
“Yeah, well I’m officially late to class. I guess Professor Trelawny can tell me how I’m gonna die some other day.” She said giggling. George finally pulled his eyes from her and looked over at his brother, who was already looking at him with knowing eyes and a smirk.
“Well, I guess I’ll head back to the common room, sorry again.”
She started to walk past them. Realizing that she was leaving George stammered “Wait, what’s your name?” She turned back around to face them. “(Y/N)” ’(Y/N)’ he thought, 'that’s perfect’ “And you’re George right?” She asked. “Uh, yeah. How’d you know that?” George asked, confused. “I don’t know, lucky guess I suppose.” She turned again to head to the common room. “Wait” Fred spoke up. “Yeah?” (Y/N) turned laughing.
“How would you like to accompany my brother, Lee Jorden, and I to the Black Lake. I mean, instead of sitting in the common room alone.”
(Y/N) looked uncertainty at them. “We’re a bloody good time” George added, smiling. (Y/N) thought for a moment, swaying back and forth “sure, why not?” She finally said, shrugging. “Alright, let’s go!” Fred said, offering his arm, which she took and they started off toward the lake. “You comin’, Georgie?” asked Fred over his shoulder. George shook away the cloudiness in his head. “Yeah, I’m coming” he said with a smile.
—Time skip—- 3 months—
“Morning, (Y/N)” said Fred cheerfully as he and George sat at across from her at breakfast. “Morning, Fred” she said back, her smile dropped when she saw George’s disgruntled face.
George just grunted as he started to pile bacon on his plate. (Y/N) looked back at Fred, eyebrows raised. He sighed, “Georgie here got upset because Lee got us confused” (Y/N)’s jaw dropped “Lee got you confused?”
“Yeah, I mean It doesn’t bug me but, it does George”
George slammed his fist on the table. “It’s not that he got us confused, it’s that he didn’t care when I corrected him!” George yelled as he stood, drawing the attention of the entire great hall. He huffed and walked out. (Y/N) looked wide eyed at Fred who looked shocked as well. She stood
and quickly followed after him. “George, George!” she yelled until he stopped at turned to her. He was panting with anger “George, calm down, love. Calm down” she told him, her hands gently in his shoulders. “I-I just-” (Y/N) brought her hand to his cheek, causing him to freeze. “Tell me why it upsets you so much” she asked, looking up into his eyes. He took a deep breath.
“It makes me feel like I’m Fredandgeorge not just George, like I don’t have my own personality and no one cares.”
“I care” (Y/N) said “a lot.” “Well, you’ve never mistaken us.” said George, then thought about what he just said, (Y/N) never had mistaken him, not even once. “How do you do that?” He asked, squinting at her. “Tell you two apart?” she asked, smiling. He nodded. (Y/N) thought for a moment. “Let’s walk” she said nodding toward the corridor. She took his hand, and lead him around the corner to where she ran into him 3 months ago. “So?” George asked, eyebrows raised. She took a deep breath. The sunrise made her skin glow, her (y/e/c) eyes were bright. “I’ve been able to tell you two apart since I’ve known you” she said looking out at the pink sky. “It means a lot to me” George said, not being able to take his eyes off her. “To be honest, when I look at you my heart beats, um.. faster than normal” she was looking down at her hands, George couldn’t believe it, she actually liked him. “That’s all?” He asked with a smirk. “You’re more handsome” she said biting her lip. He saw a blush of pink appear on her cheeks.
His smirk turned into a smile. “And you’re funnier”
He felt the heat appear on his cheeks as well. “You’re more kind” (Y/N) started getting closer and closer to George until they were nose to nose. He could feel her warm breath on his lips and couldn’t control himself anymore. He leaned down and kissed her. It was soft and much too fast for his taste, she pulled back. “Do you you really like me?” She asked, brows furrowed.
George smirked, her eyes went wide “Oh uh-” “Ive been madly in love with you since the second I saw your face.” (Y/N) laughed as he brought both hands to grab his face a kiss him, it was rough and passionate. He moved her against the corridor wall. She licked his lower lip, causing him to moan.
His tongue explored her mouth. It was so sweet, he’d been waiting for this moment for months. He then realized he needed air and reluctantly pulled away. “You feel better now?” she asked, giggling. “Better than ever.” He said before pecking her nose.
Hey babe~ (do I sound like Zen lol) could you do a HC with a MC that is really sensitive. For example, get a way too excited when they get little gifts like a book or bubble tea. Yet, even the slightest thing wrong can make them get really depressed. You can see that I'm not a stable human being. I become gullible just by the smallest acts of kindness and literally started crying today because someone broke my eraser in half. I'm a high schooler so I obviously have issues...
YOU DON’T HAVE ISSUES I AM THE EXACT SAME WAY I AM THE MOST SENSITIVE KID YOU WILL EVER MEET LIKE I CRY OVER EVERY LITTLE THING AND WILL GET SO EXCITED OVER SMALL THINGS AND I’M SO GULLIBLE TO ACTS OF KINDNESS WHAT YOU WROTE DESCRIBES ME PERFECTLY OKAY I UNDERSTAND I’M SUPER EMOTIONAL (sorry for the screaming I got excited that I’m not the only person like this,,,,)
Yoosung: -You’re both just a couple of sensitive puppies. -If one of you is upset, the other is upset. -You guys are a mess. -But in the nicest way possible. -You both understand each other so well because you’re so similar with your emotions. -You can also bet Yoosung will be right with you getting excited over bubble tea. -You both get hyped over every little thing, it’s invigorating to have someone to scream and freak out with. -You gets very protective when he sees you crying. Even if you try to pass it off as not a big deal, it’s a big deal to him. -Someone made you cry and that’s not okay. -He’ll make things right, sometimes meaning he gets whoever did it to apologize, sometimes they refuse. -When you get depressed, so does he. He likes to hold you to make you feel better, but if you don’t like that, he talks about other things to distract you, and hopefully makes you laugh. -It always works. -He’s worried about how you can be so gullible to nice things people do for you and keeps an eye on everyone that is being too friendly. If they do anything he doesn’t trust, he intervenes. It’s not so controlling to the point of over protection and manipulation, he steps off when you tell him to. He’s just keeping an eye out for you.
Zen: -So. Cute. -Cannot. PROCESS. -Because you get so excited, you are like the biggest cheerleader for his acting. -He gets a new role, you are buzzing with excitement. You ramble about how amazing and talented your boyfriend is as you jump and clap in excitement. -Really feeding his ego, aren’t ya? -But, he hates when you cry or you get depressed. -He always panics, no matter what it is. -He doesn’t care if it’s something small. He always takes it seriously. -Your emotions are valid. He really stresses that if you ever feel like a wimp for crying over things. -In his eyes, tears = upset, and it’s his job to fix whatever it is. -You can’t be so gullible to kindness _____ the wolves are gonna get you~ -He is secretly extremely nervous about you trusting people so easily because the wolves. He’s scared of someone taking advantage of you and you not realizing it until it’s too late. It might even keep him awake at night occasionally. You can bet that anyone who takes advantage of you will be fought. -When you’re depressed, he’ll take you out somewhere to get fresh air and clear your head, while also giving you reassuring words and joking around in hopes to cheer you up.
Jaehee: -She gets very flustered every time you cry. -She can be such a mom about it. -You have no idea how many tissues she keeps in her purse at all times. -She sees you tearing up and frantically rustles through her purse for tissues. -But she loves how excited you can get. -You can imagine the amount of fangirling you do together. -It makes giving you special little gifts “just because” even more rewarding because even if it’s just a new book you can’t stop smiling and thanking her. -She loves making you happy like that. -She’s learned a thing or two about relaxing since she stopped working for Jumin, so she is able to calm you down when you start crying. -She gives you little presents when you get depressed since you get so happy over even the smallest thing. -It never fails. -She isn’t too worried about your trust in everyone that is kind to you. She finds it nice that you see everyone with such an open mind, like you see everyone as good. -She’ll know when to keep you in check, though, if a bad person tries to take advantage of you. If anyone were to take advantage of you, they’d definitely hear from Jaehee.
Jumin: -You’re very emotional and he’s very emotionless (well, on the outside) -He’s very good at keeping you out of stressful or overwhelming situations somehow. -It’s like he has a sixth sense that tells him when you’re getting upset. -He can sense your distress from a mile away. -So you have nothing to worry about. -He can tell when you’re getting upset and he will immediately take you away from whatever is bothering you and calm you down. -He wipes your tears gently off your cheeks and kisses where they used to be. -You’re going to have to work even harder to keep him from spoiling you after he sees how excited you get over the smallest of gifts. -He loves putting a smile on your face, so he will buy you little presents everyday if you don’t stop him. -He eventually realizes the gifts are more special if they aren’t an everyday thing. -Overall, he is very good at handling your emotions for you. -Lots of supervision when he realizes how easily you trust others. You have such a pure innocent soul it kind of worries him. You could easily be taken advantage of, but he will never let that happen.
Saeyoung: -He doesn’t tease you nearly as much when he finds out how sensitive you are because he would hate himself if he made you cry. -When you do cry, he tears up too. He’s really sensitive to your emotions. -Anything that makes you cry is valid to him. He won’t judge you for crying over spilt milk because if it’s making you cry, it means it’s stressing and upsetting you, which is not okay. -You got along with Seven at first because when either of you were excited, it rubbed off on the other, and he always entered the chatroom energetically. -Even now, as Saeyoung, he is still affected by how excitable you are. -He feels like his old self again because of you and your positivity. -Because of that, when you get depressed, it’s like his world is dark. -He does everything he can to make you feel better. -Expect lots of bubble tea. -It’s no wonder you fell for Unknown, you’re so gullible, which is worrying. He is very protective of you because of that. If he gets suspicious of someone, he voices his concerns. Thankfully, because of him, nobody takes advantage of you.
V: -You don’t have to worry because V never does anything that could make you cry. He’s so gentle and considerate, you have nothing to worry about. -Also, anytime you do cry, he manages to cheer you up and calm you down perfectly. -When you get depressed, he’ll ask you to read him a story. That way, you can take your mind off of whatever is bothering you. -It usually works. If it doesn’t, he’ll give you reassuring words. They never feel like empty words either because you know V in sincere. -Whenever you get excited over little things like books and bubble tea, he just stares at you with the most peaceful, lovestruck smile. -A “that’s my beautiful wonderful other half wow i love them and they’re all mine” smile -The excitement makes his life so much brighter than it used to be. -So I guess you can say you’re his light. -He’s very trusting of people also, but he’s cautious after what happened to Rika. He doesn’t trust new people like he used to, especially people around you. He acts like nothing is wrong, but he observes everyone that gets close to you. He calms down soon enough, he just doesn’t want to lose his light. He’s paranoid.
Saeran: -If anyone ever makes you cry, they are immediately on his bad side. -“I want them to die.” -“Saeran, it’s okay. They just broke my eraser.” -“Your point?” -He hates seeing you in tears, but he loves when you get all excited over something he sees as minuscule. -Like he’ll offer you the last of his food when he’s done eating and you get so happy. Or sometimes when he asks if you want to go out on a date you become ecstatic. -It’s refreshing having such unconfined positivity buzzing next to him all day. -It makes it even more sad when you’re upset because he’d rather see you smiling over bubble tea than crying. -Even if it’s something small, he is very concerned. You being sad makes him sad, so when you get depressed, he hates it. -He’s not good at finding the right words, but he never leaves your side when you’re sad, no matter how long it is. -It shows how much he truly loves you and how concerned he is for you. -He doesn’t trust people at all, and you’re overly trusting. You balance each other out. Nobody will dare take advantage of you when they know Saeran is with you because if anyone were to do something to you, it would be the last thing they did.
could read a novel in a couple of hours, and he could solve a math problem with
his eyes closed. He could explain to you what happened in the Civil War without
ever making it boring, and he could paint a picture of anything you asked.
Ponyboy was good at nearly everything – everything but understanding your sheer
adoration of him.
wasn’t a fake love that you had for Ponyboy – not the rebellious, mischievous
love that most middle class girls would have for greasy boys. Not the love that
was only love because it was a way of any non-Greaser girl to say ‘F-you’ to
the her parents. It was a delicate love, one so deep that sometimes it felt heart
wrenching; not because he ever caused you pain, or ever dared to hurt you, but
because sometimes it felt like you couldn’t possibly get enough of his thoughts
and his voice and his skin and his touch.
this love was exactly why Pony wouldn’t let you come to meet his family. To
him, this love was everything that you had said, but also something more. Laced with his insecurity and knowledge that
you deserved much, much better than him. The stubborn, unchanging idea that you
needed a boy who had enough more money to buy you dinner regularly, or to take
you to a movie theater on the nice side of town. But you wouldn’t listen to
this, so he made up for what he couldn’t buy for you with money in devotion. But
he couldn’t seem to grasp that for you, that was enough.
one day, all this, these silly, unnecessary, real things, - all the insecurity
and the deep rooted love and confused feelings - they lead up to something. A
fight; but not a fight to end your relationship, not one with violence actions
or hurtful words; one filled with the fragile, broken pieces of the two of you
clashing and scraping together, trying desperately to become whole again; but
this time together.
You had yelled, not because you were angry, but you need him to hear you even
if you could see by his eyes that he was trying to do anything but that. “I
love you! This isn’t a debate, and it shouldn’t be an argument!”
didn’t respond to this. He was always a boy of few words, but now the silence was
please talk to me!” Your voice felt horse even though you hadn’t been fighting
or yelling or anything for that long, if you could even consider what you were
doing now yelling. Yelling just wasn’t you, and it wasn’t Pony either.
couldn’t take it anymore, his unresponsiveness. You kneeled down in front of
his sitting form and then grabbed his face, gently, but firm enough so that you
could pull his face down, so that his eyes were looking into yours rather than
at nothing at all.
don’t have to be ashamed.” You murmured, and somehow, this was too much.
Ponyboy stood up, somehow pulling you up with him.
He exploded. “I do! You’re this middle class girl, with a mother to cook you
dinner and a father to come home with money every night! You have honor roll siblings and cheerleaders
as best friends and what do I have? Huh? I’m being raised by my brother, who
doesn’t know the first thing about raising a kid, yet has to do that and
balance two jobs and yet we still don’t have enough! My brother, the handsome
dropout who isn’t ever going to be anywhere but the DX, my friends who will all
probably die before they’re 25 or they’ll grow up to marry some greasy girls
because that’s what we do! We’re Greasers - we don’t get middle class girls
like you, especially not beautiful, smart girls who have futures! I’m from a
real shitty place, and I’ll accept that, but there is no way that I am going to
let you see that. Keep picturing whatever it is that you were, Y/N, because it’s
gotta be better than what there is.”
face was red. He never yelled like that, but you weren’t really focusing on
that. The last words, even though they shouldn’t have, stung. You knew what it
was like over on the East side. You knew because you were smart. You knew that you had it good, especially compared to
the kids like Pony. And they hurt because the idea that Pony thought of himself
like that, like a no good hoodrat whose not going any, it killed you. But you
didn’t say that. Instead, you look up at him, your eyes wide. You hand found
its way to his cheek, cupping it, your thumb stroking against his the sharp
You say. “Let me in.” Once again, his eyes won’t meet yours, but you continue
to stroke his cheek. You finally lean in, placing a chaste kiss right below his
left eye. His eyes drift shut, his lashes brush against his cheeks. “I don’t
have to meet them, Ponyboy, but I want to spend a very long time with you, and
it’ll be hard if I never meet your family. Ponyboy, all those boys are your
family.” You chew on your lip, reaching your hand around to the back of his
head and bring his forehead against yours. “I don’t care if you’re from the
East side, Pone. I adore you.”
just can’t lose you, Y/N.” He says. “Especially not for something like this.”
You murmur. “You’re never gonna lose me.” And with those words, he pulled away
and grabbed your hand. You started to walk. You walked for a while, his hand
tangled with yours and him not saying a word, but he wasn’t angry, or upset,
just quiet. You keep walking until you’re on the East side, which you know
because the houses are suddenly dinger and people are nodding at Ponyboy like
he’s an old buddy, and suddenly you’re seeing a different side of him. One that’s
tough – a greaser. A real greaser; but you don’t mind. He’s still him, and he’s
you see a house. It’s small and sort of beat up, just like all the other ones,
but it’s a house with walls and a roof and a front door, and as you approach
that door you hear laughter.
loud, howling, joyous laughter that makes you want to laugh to. Ponyboy opens
the door for you and as you walk in, you turn and see the source of the gleeful
sounds. 6 boys, crowded in a small living room, some of them holding beers, the
two wrestling around on the floor, others just bantering, and your previous
statement was only further proved: this is Ponyboy’s family.
clears his throat. Nobody hears him. He clears it again, louder, and all the
heads turn towards him. A beautiful boy with large brown eyes goes the greet
Pony, but stops short upon noticing you, your frame half hidden behind Pony.
is Y/N.” Ponyboy says, and the boys all introduce themselves, smiling politely,
though you can tell from their eyes that they’re dying to make a jab at
Ponyboy. Delicate conversation is made before Ponyboy squeezes your hand, ready
to pull you away, but Darry stops you.
would you like to stay for dinner?” He asks. Pony cringes, and he would later
tell you that he was worried that you’d see that they don’t have fancy dinners
and might not even have all that much food for the night, but he didn’t say
love to.” You say, smiling, while one of the boys grumbles about how they’re
never invited to dinner like that.
you stay for dinner after having pulled Pony aside to make sure he was alright,
and after calling your parents, and you ate chicken and broccoli and rolls, and
you couldn’t help but think that you wouldn’t mind living in a home like this,
just so long as Ponyboy was there with you.
taehyung being that annoying guy
your friends are friends with so you have to put up with him:
first of all, everything about him would
annoy you since the very beginning - his overconfidence, his dumb grin, the fact that he has 5
holes in his big ears (who the fuck needs that many), the way he wiggles his
eyebrows playfully when he says something only he finds funny, or his
stupid deep voice that makes him sound like a man when he’s in fact still a
kid, and most importantly his childish remarks and behavior in general
with time even his breathing would upset you
every time you’d walk into your friends’
house and see him there, you’d get the urge to turn around and leave
you were annoyed because he made fun of you
from the minute he met you - he was nice to all your other friends, but he just
had something personal against you and he’d always tease you about the dumbest
things, and it always seemed to affect you, which is why you were mad at
yourself more than at him
he’d always have something to say about
something you were doing
“you’re going on a date dressed like
that? no wonder you never get laid, you look like a nun, where did you even get
that outfit, you went back to the ‘70s?”
“of course the guy hasn’t called you,
you’re a pain in the ass and you wait for months before putting out, who in their right mind would call!?”
“why don’t you accept the fact that
you’re a loser like the rest of us and stay here and watch some tv instead of going to this party?”
his remarks weren’t that bad, all your
friend laughed at them because in your circle of friends, teasing was just the
way things were - but you didn’t consider him a friend because he just wasn’t
so anything rude coming from him got on