but it was a really cute moment and i think that for once they didn't see me

anonymous asked:

I think I have another prompt. It's Andreil. But the prompt is maybe Andrew/Neil are told to get social media accounts (when they go pro) to help their image/interact with their fans (they dont) so they get instagrams. Andrew claims to hate it so much but within a week 90% of his IG is filled with various pics of Neil that Neil didn't even notice him taking. Nothing to risqué fluffffffffyyyy

Yep, that’s super cute <3 love it.

Alright, listen up, I still take AFTG prompts, but I might be a little slower replying to them, and it’s possible that I don’t get around to doing all of them.

However, please still send me prompts!! I LOVE hearing your ideas! <3 


“This is bullshit.”

Andrew scrunche up his nose as he is glaring down at his phone. 

Neil watches over his shoulder as he tries to install and understand instagram, interested and a little bewildered. “Can you do mine too when you’re done?”

“Fuck no, do your own.”, Andrew replies grumpily. “This is bullshit.”, he repeats and tosses his phone halfway over the kitchen table when he is done. “Unnecessary.”

“Think of the money.”, Neil lightly replies and picked Andrew’s phone up before it falls off the edge of the table. “…and this is better than facebook. All you do is post a picture of your racket or your lunch or the cats once a week.” Neil isn’t a huge fan of this either, but their management insisted, and he is trying to help Andrew here.

Andrew, instead of replying, grumbles into his marshmellow fluff and strawberry topped toast.

-

Andrew hates it, he really does. He never stops telling Neil, either. “I fucking hate this.”, he says after snapping a picture of their morning protein smoothies. He titles it “I’d rather have chocolate milk” and puts exactly one hashtag: #bullshit. The post blows up within minutes, and people are starting to ask for the recipe (”It’s literally all the leftover fruit we had in the fridge, Neil. Why are people so fucking stupid. It’s not like there’s Kevin’s piss in there or something. Instagram’s bullshit.”).

Neil just nods and let him ramble. 

It goes on like that for a little while. Neil slowly gets better at instagram, posting cat pictures, candid photos of friends and teammates, sometimes his food or even occasional selfies. 

They stop talking about instagram after a while. Until one day, Neil is stuck in traffic for literally three hours and bored out of his mind. He doesn’t feel social, so he can’t call anyone, he has no food with him, so eating isn’t an option to kill time. So he decides to check instagram for once, really check it, not just look at his follower count or reply to a comment because his management tells him to.

The only people Neil is subscribed to are exy players. The foxes, his new team and acquintances (like Jeremy Knox). 

He scrolls, looking at the pictures and occasionally liking one. 

Allison posts a photo of her on Hawaii, drink in hand.

Matt has posted one of Dan, her baby belly wide and covered by a shirt that says “Exy Baby”. Neil likes that one.

He scrolls on, and then almost has a heart attack: a picture of him, taken from behind, as the sun falls through the window of their team bus, making his hair shine copper. It’s from Andrew’s account and it’s titled with “Gingers have no soul”. 

Neil is speechless for a moment, and then clicks on Andrew’s page so he can see all of his photos. 

None of the pictures show his face, but it’s clear that each one, apart from maybe four or five, are showing him.

Neil on the couch, asleep, King curled into a ball on his chest (”Wake the fuck up, sleeping beauty.” #yousnore)

Neil on their balcony, leaning backwards over the railing, staring into the evening sky (#sap).

Neil, again from behind, in the kitchen, cats sitting at his feet and waiting for tuna (#beggarscan’tbechoosers #spoiled).

Neil, wrapped in blankets like a burrito, only a mop of auburn hair peeking out (#hopeyousuffocate).

The comments on the last one are wild and extensive. People are going crazy over the fact that they apparently share a bed. Exy is low-key known for being the “big gay sport”, but still people seem to be in awe that Andrew Minyard and Neil Josten are a couple. 

Neil grins down at his phone. “…bullshit.”, he mumbles to himself, and closes the app. 

anonymous asked:

How did you guys get together?

Michael: Okay kiddies, buckle up. It’s story time!

It all started way waaay back when Jeremy found the first key to the hunt. He just so happened to run into Christine there, who was also after the key. Jeremy had been following her blog about the hunt for several years, and he had a pretty big crush on her.

Jeremy: Her avatar is cute! Come on…

Michael: Yeah, she’s a cutie alright! Anyway, the two of them started chatting and they hit it off pretty well. After the High Five formed—that was me, Jeremy, Christine, Rich, and Jake, the people in the top five slots of the scoreboard—the two of them started hanging out more and more. And Jeremy kinda sorta started ditching me for Christine.

Jeremy: …I was a huge dick back then.

Michael: Yeah, no kidding. He’d blow me off all the time just to be with her instead. I warned him several times that he shouldn’t get so serious—his obsession with her would eventually backfire and then what would he do? But he didn’t listen to me, and we got into a really big f-fight—

Jeremy: Easy, M. It’s okay.

Michael: *sighs* Yeah, I know. Um…where was I? Oh, right. I’d been in love with Jeremy since the beginning, ever since I met him. After our fight we, we didn’t speak for several months. I was really fucking pissed at him, and he thought he was right, and I wasn’t going to apologize, so…

Jeremy: We were both really bitter.

Michael: Yeah. And Christine dumped your ass even though you were never dating, haha.

Jeremy: Yeah, yeah, I get it! You were right all along, blah blah blah.

Michael: Heheh! And then, uh—I sent Jeremy an email telling him where to find the next key, as payback since he helped me find the first one.

Jeremy: And I was so relieved to hear from you again. You have no idea!

Michael: I got that when you sent a reply apologizing for being such an ass, haha.

Jeremy: During those couple months apart I realized just how much I missed Michael and being with him. Christine was avoiding talking to me at the time as well so I was pretty much on my own, no friends to talk to…it was really lonely. But I had a lot of time to think about my relationship with Michael, and soon enough that longing to be with him again sort of…evolved into something bigger than I ever expected. I realized then that I’d actually loved Michael all along and never understood it until that moment. But I was—I was really afraid to tell him because I thought I’d ruined our friendship, and I didn’t want to ruin it again, you know?

Michael: Yeah.

Jeremy: And then…we met up after I apologized and everything was fine. We were back to our usual antics and god, I was so, so happy to see that.

Michael: It was so good to see you after all that time, I just—I couldn’t stay mad anymore.

Jeremy: Yeah. And then, um, everyone else left after we planned our final attack and how we were gonna get to the final gate. Then it was just the two of us.

Michael: Jeremy told me what he’d been feeling during those months apart but he was very vague about who he was referring to. I thought he was talking about Christine at first but he told me he didn’t like her that way anymore, and—

Jeremy: You thought that I was talking about somebody else entirely! You were so dense, oh my god.

Michael: *laughs* Oh, shut up!

Jeremy: I sort of freaked out and accidentally spilled my feelings for Michael. I started having a panic attack because I thought I’d ruined everything, and right when we’d come back to being friends and all.

Michael: But then I told him that I felt the same way! And so we decided to get together.

Jeremy: At that point we hadn’t met in real life but we already knew each other so intimately that we didn’t care what we looked like outside of the OASIS.

Michael: I mean. I care.

Jeremy: Well duh—I meant we’d accept what we looked like in real life no matter what.

Michael: And hot damn, I got lucky with you. You’re much cuter in real life than in the OASIS.

Jeremy: Hey…

Michael: Haha! When I saw Jeremy for the first time in real life, I couldn’t believe my eyes!

Jeremy: Me neither. We were both stuttering messes when we met in person.

Michael: You were just so adorable I didn’t know what to do with myself…

Jeremy: Oh my god shut up!!

Michael: But you are! I love you~

Jeremy: Heh…

Michael: So, yeah! That ends our tale. That is how we discovered our feelings for each other. Once the final battle was over and Jeremy won the competition, we moved in together and started dating for real. Ta-dah!

Jealous

Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy

Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️

Your name: submit What is this?

~~~

You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.

“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.

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anonymous asked:

hi! can i suggest a prompt? Sana proposing to Yousef. Maybe not like in a super duper romantic way. But simple. I think it would be nice you know sana's turn

Hey :)

Thank you for the prompt and I hope you don’t mind that this is probably not exactly what you had imagined. I hope you still like it and please let me know!

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“Sana, are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Elias. How many times do you need to ask? I’ve been planning this for weeks, Mamma and Babba are not home for a few days and I am really sure, so there’s not a better time.”, Sana answers her brother’s, what she feels like, thousandth time asking the same question.

She’s standing in the kitchen and internally freaking out. Elias is leaning on the table behind her and in theory should be giving her moral support but all he has done so far is ramble on about stuff that is of no relevance for this particular day. 

Noora, Eva, Chris, Vilde and Jamilla just left. They had helped Sana to prepare some of the food she was making for Yousef and herself for this night. It’s their anniversary. Sana insisted on making all the food on her own but she knows she is not the best cook there is and when her friends offered to help a bit she knew she would be stupid to decline. 

“I need to go now.”, Elias says and Sana quickly turns around. 

She looks at her older brother with her eyes wide and panic. “Elias, don’t leave. I need you to be here until Yousef gets here. I need your moral support; I’m going to propose, after all!”

Sana had managed to calm down in the past hour, thanks to her friends and her brother. But now the panic came back in full force. What if she screwed this up somehow? What if he didn’t react the way she wants him to react? What if the food she made is so bad that Yousef gets food poisoning from it?

Elias steps close to his sister and wraps his arms around her. Sana leans her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes for a second to calm down. The Bakkoush siblings love each other a lot but don’t always show it. Right now it’s necessary, though.

Then they part a little and Elias reassures his sister: “Sis, I’ll be back later, I promise! You’ll be fine. Yousef is head over heels for you and you could just text him ‘Will you marry me?’ and he’d say yes.”

Sana laughs at that and Elias joins her. Her brother manages to calm her down, always. But before he leaves he ruins it once more.

“Are you sure you want to propose?”

“Elias, just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t propose. I don’t need to wait for him to ask me!”, she waves around the wooden spoon in her hand and Elias takes a step back and lifts his hands in surrender. 

He nods: “I know, I didn’t mean that. It’s just… Never mind. I’ll see you later!”

What’s up with him? Sana notices that her older brother is acting weird today, more than usual. But she doesn’t have time to worry about that. She has to make sure the food gets ready in time and she is really glad that the girls have already decorated the table outside in the backyard.

Almost two hours later Yousef arrives at the Bakkoush house and rings the doorbell. Right on time, as always.

Before Sana can open the door she needs to take a second to breathe and prepare herself. When she opens the door they both feel like they got their breath kicked out of their chest. 

Yousef’s eyes wander up Sana’s body. She’s wearing a light pink tulle skirt and a white lace long-sleeved top. Paired with a hijab in the same colour as the long skirt. Yes, Sana looks beautiful in her outfit but what makes Yousef’s heart race the most is her beautiful smile. 

Sana can’t help but stare at her boyfriend for a while. Usually they both dress rather casual but now, now Yousef is wearing dark well-fitting pants and a button-up shirt that suits him very well. He has his hear pushed back and less messy than usual.

“Hi.”, Yousef says breathlessly. 

They stand there, at the door, just smiling at each other, for who knows how long.

“Hi.”, Sana answers in the same way and finally reaches out to take his hand. She pulls him inside and they hug. This is where Sana feels most comfortable lately, in Yousef’s arms.

“You look beautiful.”, Yousef finally manages to say. They have been together for a long time now but she still takes his breath away. He has a hard time taking his eyes off of her for even a second.

Sana smiles at him, her dimples showing, and raises her eyebrows: “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Yousef goes to take off his shoes but Sana quickly shakes her head to which he looks at her confused. She just takes his hand and leads him out to the backyard. On the way out he asks her what she is doing but she just shows him a knowing smile but doesn’t say a word.

As soon as they step out into the backyard, Yousef stops walking as his gaze falls on the table on the mini- basketball court. Two chairs on the opposite sides of the table, fairy lights decorate the table and a candle is lit. The sun is beginning to set which makes all of this even more breath-taking than it already is.

“Sana?”, is all Yousef can say. He thought they had agreed on just having a nice meal together, for their anniversary. But he didn’t think it would be this special. At least from what she had planned. She shouldn’t have.

Sana looks from the table to him and starts pulling her boyfriend towards it. “I hope you like it. I wanted it to be special because I …”, she stops talking abruptly but Yousef doesn’t notice because he is insanely happy in that moment. “..because it’s our anniversary.”

The gentleman Yousef is he pulls out the chair for Sana and can’t help himself and kisses her cheek before going to his own chair. Sana grins at him and once he is seated as well, he immediately leans forward and takes Sana’s hands in his. 

“So, how was your day?”, he asks and while they put the food on their plates they talk about their days, how it went, who they met, what they did. Just updating each other on their lives because they haven’t seen each other all day and in comparison to other days, they haven’t texted much.

“You made all this food?”, Yousef asks his girlfriend and takes another spoonful of the soup.

Sana nods smilingly but then confesses: “I had a bit of help preparing the ingredients but other than that it’s all me. Do you like it?” She is actually really nervous about how it tastes. To her all of it tastes fine but Yousef has a better understanding of when spices are too much or not enough or if something is overcooked or undone. 

Yousef looks up from his food and sees the nervous look on Sana’s face and immediately starts smiling at her. She is so cute. Usually she is so confident in everything but today she seems nervous, not in a bad way though. Yousef tilts his head lightly and thinks to himself: Can she know what he planned? Did Elias say something to her? No, he wouldn’t have. They worked on the plan for too long for Elias to ruin it knowingly.

“Of course, I like it. You’re getting really good at cooking.”, Yousef says and observes as Sana laughs lightly and how the light of the fairy lights reflect in her eyes. How did he manage to be here? After years of being with her, happily, he still feels the same excitement when she’s with him.

“Don’t get used to it. You’ll be the one cooking when we get married.”, Sana blurts out.

At the same time both of them stop eating, lower their spoons and freeze. 

Being nervous makes Sana loose her filter. 

Did she just ruin the surprise, Sana thinks.

Does she know what he planned, Yousef thinks.

Neither of them notices how the other one freezes, though. They are both too preoccupied with their own fear of their plan not working out. Then Sana looks around the table and finally finds something to let go of her suspicion. She is not quite ready to ask him the Million Dollar question.

Sana grabs and holds up a plate and Yousef follows her movement. He breathes out relieved. She doesn’t seem to know anything. 

“Okay, I attempted to make Baklava.”, Sana says. Instantly Yousef breaks out in a grin. He loves how she has put so much effort in this. He knows for sure that she is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with but he already knew that years ago.

Sana sees his excited grin and quickly shakes her head: “Don’t get too excited. I know for sure that this will taste horrible, I don’t know why I even put this on the table.”

Yousef is too quick for Sana to react. He takes the plate out of her hand and Sana furiously shakes her head. She shouldn’t have shown it to him. She doesn’t need him to get poisoned right before she wants to propose. 

“Yousef, no, don’t!”, she says. Yousef grins at Sana and takes a piece of Baklava on his fork and stares at Sana while nearing the fork to his mouth.

“Stop.”, she says loudly. “It'll be a disgrace to your mom’s recipe.”

Yousef starts laughing and Sana joins him. Other times she wouldn’t care that he taste her awful cooking attempts, it’s pretty funny most of the time, actually. But not tonight.

“This is my mom’s recipe?”, he asks his girlfriend.

Sana nods. “I asked her for it because you always rave about it so much and I wanted to do something nice.”

Yousef chuckles and looks around the table:“ And all this wasn’t nice enough?” Sana just shrugs smiling at him lightly. 

“You know, I love that you talk to my mom without me being involved.”, Yousef mentions. Sana feels like she is going to pass out because he looks at her with so much love in his eyes. She knows for sure that he is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

“Of course, I love your mom.”, Sana says as an immediate reaction. Since Sana and Yousef have gotten together Sana has gotten to know his mother a lot better and finds her to be one of the kindest people she knows. “And she provides me with a lot of embarrassing stories of yours that could be useful someday.”

Yousef gasps, partly as a joke, partly actually shocked: “No. She didn't… Are you teaming up on me with my own mom?”

Sana laughs and nods. Then with a teasing smile she leans forward and rests her arms on the table before saying: “You better get used to it. It’ll get even worse soon.”

Again, Sana feels like she needs to face-palm herself. Why would she say that when she has a plan when to actually ask him to marry her. Saying all these things that tease it will take away from the surprise. 

Yousef furrows his eyebrows and tries to figure out what Sana means. He doesn’t have much time to do so. He hears Sana sigh and stand up from her seat. Yousef follows her movement curiously and when she drags her chair towards Yousef’s he starts to get worried. 

Sana places her chair right next to his and turns to look directly at him. She takes a deep breath and prepares herself mentally. She didn’t plan the proposal to go exactly like this but if she waits any longer she will ruin the whole surprise. 

“Sana, is everything okay?”, Yousef asks her and she nods with a tiny smile.

They sit with their knees touching and with another deep breath Sana starts talking.

“Yousef, you know I love you a lot, don’t you?”

He nods. But then he sees how panicked she gets and thousands of thoughts run through his mind. He blurts out any one of them.

“Are you breaking up with me?”, his heart stops for a few seconds. 

Sana’s eyes widen and she shakes her head: “No, no. Yousef, no. In contrary.”, then she takes a second to think about this question. “Why would I tell you I love you if I wanted to break up? Why would I prepare all this if I wanted to break up? Why would I want to break up with you at all?”

Sana and Yousef both burst out laughing at this. It really doesn’t make any sense. 

Yousef admits: “I’m sorry. When you got so serious I panicked out of nowhere. Sorry, continue.”

Sana chuckles amused and shakes her head lightly before looking into Yousef’s eyes again to continue. “Like I said, you know that I love you a lot.”, she says the next sentence with sarcasm dripping from every word, “And I don’t want to break up with you.”

Now Yousef nods and takes Sana’s hands in his. The fairy lights and a few lights from the house are the only things lighting up the backyard but it doesn’t bother either of them. Yousef is amazed by how lovingly she looks at him. 

“In contrary, actually.”, Sana continues and smiles at her boyfriend. In contrary? The opposite of breaking up is getting into a relationship and that they already are. 

Sana smiles to herself and laughs a little. Yousef knows that she is nervous but still can’t figure out why. It’s only the two of them here. For now.

“I had a whole speech planned out but you know what, I don’t need that. You know that I love you, I love that you’re always there for me. I love that you are so understanding. I love that I just don’t get sick of spending time with you. I love that we can disagree but solve that without fighting. I even love that you just assumed I would break up with you while I have something completely different in my mind right now.” Sana finally can breathe again. Starting this conversation was the most nerve wracking to her. 

Yousef slowly understands what’s going on. Can a man love and hate something at the same time. He does right now. Panic rises in his chest while he simultaneously wants to break out in happy tears. A few moments long he can’t do anything.

Sana observes his reaction and assumes that he understands what’s going on and waits for her to finish her speech so he can answer.

“So that’s why I want to ask you something. Yousef, will you mar…”

Sana’s question is interrupted by Yousef putting his hand over her mouth. Yes, he did that. Sana’s eyes widen and Yousef quickly takes away his hand. Why did he do that?

“No, no. Sana..”, Yousef rambles but nothing coherent comes out of his mouth. How does this happen? How does this happen on the exact same night? 

Sana doesn’t know if she should cry or laugh. 

“So you don’t want to marry me?”, she asks Yousef and stand up from her chair.

This time it’s Yousef’s eyes that widen and he shakes his head and scrambles to his feet.

“No, no. What I mean is of course. But not like this. O my god.”, Yousef answers.

Shocked and confused are two words that describe the couple perfectly in this moment. What just happened, none of them is sure of that. 

Yousef looks at his watch and up at Sana again: “You couldn’t have waited one more minute?”

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion: “Waited for what? Yousef what even just happened? If you don’t want to marry me, it’s …”

Yousef doesn’t have time to tell her that that is not it. They both hear loud music playing and look for the source of it. Yousef knows, he planned it. But not like this.

Sana’s eyes find the source of the loud music. Elias is walking to the small basketball court with a boom box in his hands. An actual boom box. Right behind him are Mutta, Adam and Mikael. Sana recognizes the song. She gasps and turns to Yousef. He grins at her sheepishly, pulls her towards her seat and pushes her lightly for her to sit. With another grin he runs up to the boys who are now in a triangle shape formation at the other end of the basketball court, with the boom box behind them.

 "It’s a beautiful night,
We’re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you
.“

Yousef starts dancing and the boys behind him start dancing the same choreography. They are really dancing to Marry You by Bruno Mars. In her backyard. 

Sana’s mouth falls open and she freezes in her spot. The last few moments she was freaking out, thinking he didn’t really want to be with her. But he had this planned all along. He made their friends and her brother learn choreography for crying out loud.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry her. He had a proposal of his own planned. 

Yousef’s eyes don’t ever leave Sana while dancing and she has a hard time breathing. If her heart beats any faster it will burst out of her chest.

 ”Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you
.“

All of the boy shout ‘marry you’ at the same time and Sana can’t wait any longer. She jumps out of her seat and runs towards that stupid dork that ruined her proposal. Or made it better. 

He catches her in his arms and lifts her off the ground. Yousef spins with the woman of his life in his arms. The song is still blasting from the boom box and the boys have stopped dancing but Sana and Yousef don’t notice any of that. They are lost in each other’s eyes.

“This would only happen to us.”, Sana concludes laughingly, not looking away from Yousef’s eyes for a second. 

He nods: “And you thought I didn’t want to marry you. Are you out of your mind?”

“How could I know? You interrupted me and looked so panicked. And all I thought was that Elias had said…”, Sana stops mid-sentence. Yousef catches on her thought. 

Both shout at the same time: “Elias!” and stare at him. 

He knew of both plans. He learned the choreography for Yousef’s proposal. He helped Sana with planning her proposal. All that time he didn’t say anything of the other proposal to either of them. 

Elias hides behind Mutta and only takes a small peak at the couple getting engaged.

“I love you both and now answer each other’s question!”

Yousef and Sana look away from Elias and at each other. They are still standing so close that Sana feels Yousef’s heartbeat under her hand on his chest. They both give each other the brightest smiles.

“I mean we both proposed.”, Sana says and tries not to laugh at how ridiculous all of this seems.

“Well, we attempted to. Neither of us got through it completely.”, Yousef adds. 

Sana and Yousef start laughing and Sana buries her face in his chest. Once they calm down a little, Sana looks up at him and nods. 

“Of course, I want to marry you!”

Hearing her say it makes Yousef really realize it. 

“And I obviously want to marry you!”

Sana wraps her arms around Yousef’s neck and he lifts her again and can’t help himself and twirls. Even if they tried, neither of them could explain how happy they are. 

The boys who have been waiting for a sign from the couple, even though they knew that there was no doubt for them to say anything but yes, start clapping and cheering loudly and run towards them. Yousef stops spinning and Mutta, Mikael, Adam and Elias squish the couple in a group hug. Elias being the first one to wrap his arms around them.

Grinning and over the moon for the two, Elias looks at them, getting emotional.

“My best friend and baby sister are going to get married!”, he announces and hugs them once more and all of the boys shout their congratulations and finally leave the two alone. 

Sana looks at Yousef who has his eyes already trained on her. Both of their cheeks start hurting because they have been smiling non-stop.

They are thinking the same thing and Sana voices it.

“We’re really going to get married.”

anonymous asked:

Dude imagine if Pearl goes on a few dates with Mystery Girl and the topic of singing comes up often and when Pearl gets home all she can think is 'what if I haven't improved as much as I thought' and she suddenly gets so worried about singing in front of MG because it didn't impress Rose as much as she would've liked so what if MG isn't impressed either? So she worries about it for a bit and a few weeks later she shows up at the car wash and Greg's a little confused but he rolls with it and -

- he’s all like “Hey, Pearl! What’s up?” And she’s really flustered and stares at the ground for a minute before looking back up at him and saying “Can you teach me to sing?” And he’s confused because he’s heard her sing and she isn’t bad at all, and even if she DID want lessons why would she go to him? But all he says is “What?” And Pearl simply responds with “There’s a cute girl. Can you teach me to sing?” And the realization suddenly hits him and he feels kinda bad but he also knows she -

- doesn’t need lessons whatsoever but for her sake he agrees so once a week they meet up and he “teaches” her how to sing and about two months into lessons Pearl shows up grinning and she starts talking about how she sung and MG loved it and she goes on for a few minutes and she’s so HAPPY and Greg’s so happy to see her so happy but all he says is “Guess you don’t need lessons anymore, huh?” And Pearl stops for a moment and hesitates before embracing him and thanking him and Greg is just -

- caught off guard and kinda shocked and he breaks out into this big grin and he’s just like “No problem” and it would just be a REALLY cute way for them to bond and I’m sorry this is so long and took up like four or five asks or whatever but it’s adorable and I needed to share it with you.

Please read this you will not regret it.

Here it is, 4.6k words of angst! And I’m dead tired! This was so difficult to write because, well, the request was very unspecific and I had a clear goal in mind and ended up going too far! But it’s okay, I think! I hope! Anyway, this is Shinsou angst for a good friend and all of you lovely readers~


Saturday night is date night, since it’s the only day you and Shinsou don’t work.

Being a pro hero is hard, but it’s a job you know Shinsou worked very hard to get. You didn’t want to be a hero, but you supported his dreams completely and got a job that would allow you to stay up to date with the things he does. You work as an editor and second designer in one of the more famous hero magazines, and it’s a lot of work to read and criticise article after article, and make changes to the magazine’s design to match the flow of the stories. It leaves you with very little time to spend away from a keyboard, so you’re often working from home.

Shinsou, on the other hand, is barely home. Sometimes it is lonely, but you’re comforted immediately after you change into one of his baggy jumpers or the much larger sweatpants he wore to bed the night before. Even after washing them, his clothes always smell distinctly like him – although of course, cleaner.

Your friends from high school sometimes express how rare it is for two people with such hectic occupations to still be together. They’d tease and giggle about how cute it is that Shinsou and yourself are still like a new couple, when the reality is that you started dating 4 years ago.

Even before you started dating, you and Shinsou were casual, comfortable friends. It was really just a last minute mutual decision to start introducing yourselves as a couple to people who asked. You’d spent so much time together in the general education class during your first year that it was considered, as Monoma from Class B had called it, “a cold day in hell” whenever you were not seen together.

In recent days, you’re not see together unless you’re both sleeping (Shinsou is usually only sleeping for two hours at most before he’s up again, moving around the room as quietly as he can as he get’s ready for another day at 4 in the morning), or it’s a Saturday.

This time, it’s Saturday, and you’d both come to the agreement that date night wouldn’t be anything too big or special this week. A movie, some real food (“I can’t believe all you’re eating is delivery food and cup ramen every day.”, “Well I can’t believe you’re not eating anything at all on most days. What? Don’t give me that look; you think I don’t see your cheek bones almost protruding out of your skin?”), and lots of cuddles. Shinsou was not going to let you get up to pee without holding onto any part of you within reach for as long as he could.

Unfortunately, it was more like you’d have to cling onto him until you physically couldn’t anymore, and that was when he was standing at the front door dressed head to toe in his hero gear.

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anonymous asked:

Hello💟Can u write something about this situation:2D and S/O always had a crush on each other and, one day, one of the collaborators appeard dating Paula and then Noddle suggests for 2D and S/O start pretending they are dating 'cause she knows that 2D would be feeling bad w Paula around the studio all day while they were recording. 2D and S/O make a deal and pretend they're dating,but with the time they real start dating without notice and, in the end,they didn't finish pretending.

ASDFGHJK I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU ANON


The moment you heard Paula was coming along side some guy the band collaborated with, you looked at 2D. His face went from happy to something you could place as pure anxiety. He shook his head to Murdoc who just said the news. They found out due to a picture of the guy with Paula on his instagram and you thought 2D wouldn’t care that much, or at least you hoped. 2D just walked back in to his room and closed the door with a loud “bang!”

You sighed as you looked at Murdoc. The green guy had a smirk on his face and you pointed a finger to him.

‘Don’t you dare to rub this in 2D his face Murdoc’ you said. Murdoc shook his head as he looked at the picture of Paula sticking her tongue down the throat of the guy. 

‘I won’t love,’ he said, as he clicked off his phone. ‘Not this time.’

You raised an eyebrow, but let him be. If he wasn’t going to keep his word, he would find your boot up his ass. You saw how Noodle sneaked in to the room of 2D and you sighed as you fell on the couch next to Russel.

‘This is going to be fun,’ you mumbled. ‘I am wondering if 2D will even be able to be in the same room as Paula.’ The word “paula” came out of your mouth as a word that could only bring disgrace and Russel chuckled.

‘What?’ you asked as you faced him. 

‘Someone is jealous’ Russel stated and you huffed.

‘I am not jealous Russel,’ you said. ‘Just don’t understand why Paula switched in our pretty boy 2D for the ugly pickle standing over there.’

You pointed at Murdoc, who got an angry look on his face.

‘Watch it idiot’ he hissed as you started laughing. 

‘Y/N,’ you turned around to see Noodle her face coming out of 2D his bedroom door. ‘Could you come in for a second.’

You stood up and walked towards the room and came inside 2D his bedroom. You were here a lot to be honest. You always had movie nights with 2D and you would occasionally not make it to your own bedroom and just sleep there. Just you two guys being friends. Great friends. You sighed inside your head, but got serious again once you saw 2D sitting on his bed. You couldn’t really place his face expression, but one thing was sure. He was not happy.

‘I have a good idea and I need you to agree with it,’ Noodle said as she closed the door. ‘It might seem a bit crazy, but I think it will be a good idea.’

You sat next to 2D, placing a hand on his leg as you gave him a shy smile. 

‘As to wonderful Paula coming here,’ Noodle started. ‘I suggest we throw her off her game. I am not in the mood of her winning the break up, so Y/N. Would you act like you an 2D are dating?’

Your eyes became big as you looked at Noodle, then to 2D and then back to Noodle. 

‘You are way more beautiful then Paula will ever be,’ Noodle continues, ignoring your face. ‘So I think it will be great. You and 2D are practically a couple to the rest of the band, so it will not be weird to us.’

You tried to protest to the last part, but Noodle shushed you.

‘Are you in or not?’ she asked. ‘Paula and the guy we will be collaborating with will be here any second.’

You sighed and looked at 2D.

‘What do you think?’ you asked.

‘I already agreed to be honest’ 2D said, with a slight blush on his face. You grinned and sighed.

‘Well okay then,’ you said as you placed a kiss on his cheek, making him blush way more. ‘Lets do this.’


Having Paula here in the studio was really weird. 2D and Murdoc were a bit on edge and Paula just flipped her hair every now and then as she watched her new boyfriend recording his part of the song. Suddenly she turns at you and you hold on to 2D his hand even more tighter. You were sitting on his lap, leaning in to his chest. You actually hadn’t even noticed you were still sitting here, as you were distracted by the guy his voice.

‘So,’ Paula began. ‘How does it feel to date someone from Gorillaz. I mean, I know what it is like. But how do you feel right now?’

You found the question weird and just looked at her for a few questions. You felt 2D and Murdoc their eyes staring at you and a smile grew on your face. 

‘It feels good to date someone who actually cares for me’ you said as you smiled at her. A frown grew on her face and you saw that you got on her nerves.

‘What do you mean by that?’ she asked and you just shrugged your shoulders. You wouldn’t answer her. She knew exactly what you were talking about. Suddenly 2D got up, making you almost fall off and he walked out of the studio. Paula laughed softly.

‘He will walk away, mind my words,’ she said as you gave her one of the most angriest looks you had ever give someone. ‘Why do you think I left him. He has no backbone. Just ditch him already and find yourself a man like that.’ She pointed at the guy singing in to the microphone. You rolled your eyes.

‘Would love to get me some of that,’ you said. ‘Maybe I will do something like you did. Dump the cute guy and sleep with the first ugly person I can find.’ You nodded at Paula her boyfriend and stood up.

Murdoc started to curse at you, but you already walked out of the studio, running after 2D.

He was sitting in the hallway, hands covering his eyes. You kneeled in front of him and pulled his hands from his face. Why did he have to be so goddamn beautiful. Even when crying, he was gorgeous. You sighed as you grabbed his face and whipped the tears away with your thumbs.

‘I am sorry 2D,’ you mumbled. ‘I don’t want you to go through with this if you end up crying.’ 

He shook his head and grabbed your hands, still attached to his face. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles and you swear, you could feel your heart drop. He looks at you and gives you a shy smile. 

‘It is not that,’ he said. ‘I just don’t want you to be in this mess.’

You started laughing and placed a kiss on his forehead.

‘Don’t be stupid Stu,’ you said. ‘I love being with you in a relationship.’

2D laughed and turned red again.

‘Now come on,’ you said as you pulled him up. ‘Lets get some snacks and make that little bitch jealous.’ 


When you two came back with snacks, you were laughing and holding hands. It seemed so natural, you didnt even think about it. Noodle pushed Russel and pointed at you two. Russel saw it as well. Something had changed. Paula was in the recording room with her boyfriend and it seemed like they were arguing. 

‘They have been fighting for over 10 minutes,’ Murdoc sighed as he kicked over a trash can. ‘I am so done with this.’

You and 2D laughed as Murdoc stormed in to the room and practically kicked Paula out. He just wanted this track to be done and Paula was only causing him trouble. Her boyfriend didnt even complain and just like that, the song was finished within a hour. 


Later on that night, you and 2D were sitting on his bed, watching a movie. You didnt really paid attention to it anymore, as you had almost fallen asleep on his shoulder. Suddenly you felt someone his lips pressed up again yours and out of pure surprise, you jumped back. This caused to let your head bump in to the head of 2D and you almost falling of the bed. 2D just caught you in time and pulled you back. Your faces were just centimeters away and you both were laughing as you rubbed over you head. But once the pain was gone, you felt how his hands were on your lower back and you sighed out. 

‘Stu what are you doing?’ you asked silently as you placed your hands on his chest. 

‘Well I guess,’ he mumbled. ‘Since we are dating, I thought it was okay to kiss you.’

You grinned and shook your head. You let him go and got up from the bed.

‘Stu I am not up for some stupid mind games,’ you said as you walked to the door. ‘We were dating because of Paula being there. You don’t actually like me remember.’

‘I do.’

Those two words made you stop dead in your tracks and you felt your fingers stiffening around the doorknob. You didnt dare to turn around, as you heard him coming off the bed and standing behind you.

‘But I would understand if you don’t want to really date of course’ he mumbled. You turned around and your hand went from the door knob, to his neck. You pulled him in and your lips crashed together. 2D got overwhelmed and pushed you against the door as he went in for the kiss. Once you two let each other go to catch your breath, you looked at him.

‘So…’ you said as you grinned up at the blue haired boy. ‘For how long have you actually wanted to date me?’

2D laughed and placed a hand on your lower back.

‘For some months now,’ he said. ‘But it was worth the wait.’

You started blushing and he laughed as he pulled you back to the bed. You were wondering if he wanted to have seks right away, but he just pulled you in against his chest again and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

‘Sorry for waking you up Y/N,’ he said. ‘Just go back to sleep now.’

You closed your eyes and snuggled up in to a beter position. 

‘I don’t mind you waking me up for make out sessions’ you mumbled, as you drifted off again.

And you were damn sure, that if you would open your eyes again. 2D would be blushing like the damn fool he was.

Player: Morgan Rielly - Maple Leafs 

Prompt: You and Morgan recall how you first met. 

Mentions: Mitch Marner, Jake Gardner, James Van Riemsdyk

 Warnings: None.

Preview: One of your girls walked up to you and Morgan with the biggest grin. “Mr. Rielly you should really date Ms. Y/L/N and be in love! You can get married and everything!” she smiled batting her eyelashes. 

Characters: 1200 Words. 

Originally posted by nugent-hopkinks

 You looked at the camera being set up in your face as Morgan gave you a tight squeeze. He could tell you were nervous and was hoping to calm you a bit. 

“I don’t know how good I will be at this, I'm just a school teacher from Toronto.” you said with a bit of a shake in your voice. 

The Leafs were doing a Valentine’s video for their official website and thought it would be cute if some of the couples told the story of how they first met. Morgan being the hopeless romantic that he is, was the first to sign up. 

“You’ll be fine babe! All we have to do is tell the story of how you met the love of your life.” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave a quick smirk. 

You rolled your eyes. “I am not so sure anymore.” You giggled as he gave you a fake look of utter shock. You were then interrupted by one of the Leafs media guys.

“Y/N, Morgan, We are ready to start when you are.” You looked at Morgan. “Ready?” “I’m always ready babe!“ 

“Hi I’m Morgan Rielly and this is my girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N. We met in her kindergarten classroom a few years ago and I have been in love with her from that moment on.” He smiled at you. 

“I don’t know why I was elbow deep in glitter and fingerpaint” you laughed as you recalled the first time you met Morgan. 

You had always been a hockey fan, so when you were told the Maple Leafs were to be visiting your elementary school, you were ecstatic. You attended the “Pep Rally” with your class and quickly caught a glance at the messy haired blonde. You would be lying if you didn't dress up a little knowing that Leafs players would be among staff at the school. You even had gotten up a bit earlier opting for a cute dress and cardigan instead of your usual t-shirt and jeans. You watched along with your students as the players talked about being good sports and staying in school. You even swore that same blonde boy was smiling at you, but you were in an auditorium filled with kids, he could have been smiling at anyone. The pep rally ended and you tried to round up your now quite hyper class of five-year-olds. That was the last you thought you would see of the cute blonde hockey player and let your mind get back to work. 

It was spring and you thought it was a good idea to have the kids make flowers to take home to their parents. While the children were at specials you changed into a maple leafs t-shirt and a pair of jeans. You put your hair into a messy bun and started to set out all the supplies. Glitter, Fingerpaint, Construction Paper, the Works.

 An hour in, you were covered in paint, glitter, and glue. Your kids were finishing up their projects when there was a knock at the door. 

“Ryan can you do me a favor and get the door, please. Look Before you open it!” you called out. You were in the middle of standing on a chair on your tiptoes trying to put away the supplies. You heard the door open and a string of gasps and cheers. 

 “What in the…” you looked over your shoulder to see four hockey players making their way into the room. You could not believe that Morgan Rielly, James Van Riemsdyk, Jake Gardner, and Mitch Marner were standing in your classroom. 

“Hope we aren’t interrupting?” Mitch answered. “No, not at all! I just wasn’t expecting guests I guess?” You smiled trying to get the supplies on the shelf hurriedly. Morgan smiled at you. “Let me help you with that! He exclaimed jogging over and easily setting the supplies in their place. He then grabbed you by the waist and helped you from the chair. This was followed by oohs from your students and you noticed his team even joined in. You looked at him a little surprised but smiled. "Why thank you." 

"How is everyone today!” James asked. He was answered with a cheer of goods and greats. 

“We were just about to go outside for recess if you boys would like to join us” the kids all looked at the boys smiling waiting for an answer. “We do have hockey equipment.” you tried hoping the boys would say yes.“ 

You thought Mitch had died and gone to heaven. "Of course we will! We would never say no to hockey!” The others nodded in agreement. You helped your students gather up the equipment the four leafs boys helping as well. 

You stood to the side watching the boys play hockey with your class. You couldn’t help but swoon. Seeing your love for hockey and the loves you spent every day with couldn’t be better. You were so focused watching that you didn’t notice the same blonde haired boy walk up next to you. 

 “You have some great kids in your class you know,” Morgan said, bringing you from your thoughts.

 “Awe thank you, they really are a great group of kids, I love them a lot.”

 You smiled at your students and then turned to him. 

Was Morgan Rielly really looking at you like that, you shook it over thinking you must be going mad. 

 One of your girls walked up to you and Morgan with the biggest grin. “Mr. Rielly you should really date Ms. Y/L/N and be in love! You can get married and everything!” she smiled batting her eyelashes. 

 You were dumbfounded, turning quite the shade of pink but before you could speak to your student, Morgan answered for you. 

 He got down on one knee looking at the little girl. “You know sweetheart, I would be lucky if a girl as pretty as you or Ms. Y/L/N would ever go on a date with me.” She giggled and hugged his neck running off to play hockey again. 

 Once more you went to open your mouth but Morgan found words for you.

“How about that date?

 You smiled as Morgan finished telling the story, not noticing Jake and Mitch sneaking up behind you. 

 “What he didn’t tell you is, Morgan asked to tour the school to talk to the kids when in reality he was looking for the cute teacher he saw at the assembly that he was obsessing over!” Jake chuckled as Morgan elbowed him. 

 “You never told me that!” you giggled as Morgan was turning a shade of red. 

 “Oh and we gave your student five bucks to walk over and say you two should date, so basically us guys are responsible for getting you two lovebirds together,” Mitch stated as he squeezed you both in a tight hug. 

 “I would have asked her out!” Morgan exclaimed as the boys started to argue. You giggled and threw your arms up, looking at the camera shaking your head. 

Stiles Stilinski Imagine- The Feelings That We Hide

Based on Halsey- Drive 

*Trigger Warning*

My hands wrapped around a stick shift
Swerving on the 405, I can never keep my eyes off this
My neck, the feeling of your soft lips
Illuminated in the light, bouncing off the exit signs I missed

“Y/N! Turn left, turn left!” Stiles shouted, noticing you had zoned out again. You jumped and sighed, noticing you had missed your turn. “We were meant to be there ages ago, and we’re nowhere near” Stiles exclaimed, sinking back into the front seat. “You should of took your jeep then” you retort. “I would of rather taken my jeep than ride with you, but evidently you don’t know where you’re going” he said cockily. “I could of just followed behind you” you said, glancing at him. “Well- Well I don’t want to have to wait for your slow ass the whole journey” Stiles excused. “Hmm” you replied, too stubborn to let him have the last word. A three hour long car ride with Stiles was the last thing you wanted right now. You had liked him since you joined the pack. At one point the feeling was mutual, until you began seeing how much he cared for Lydia, she’s your best friend and you knew it wasn’t her fault so all the jealously turned into anger towards him. “Take the next right” he said, staring out the window. “Again?! Do you not know your left from your right?” he ranted. “You drive then! I’m not listening you moan for another three hours!” you said, pulling onto the side of the road. “It’ll take longer than three hours with your driving” he mumbled, getting out of the car. You unbuckled your seat belt and climbed into the passenger side. “Can you not adjust the seat I have it in the perfect posit-” you began saying, before you realised he had already pulled it backwards. You huffed and he gave you a sarcastic smile in return. God you hated him. What did you even see in him anyway? Regardless you weren’t going to let him irritate you today of all days. Which was going to be pretty hard, considering you were both exhausted and running on six cups of coffee. You should of just gone with the others, but no you wanted to leave later on and now you’re stuck with him.

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All Started With a Song Part 10 // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2221

Summary- Conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) here it is! this is way longer than i thought it would be and i didn't get to half the stuff i thought i would. so i re-planned everything. there will most likely be 13 parts now! i hope you enjoy. 

p.s. nothing crazy happens, this is mainly a filler chap. sorry if you were expecting drama!

~~

You guys headed to bed rather early that night. With all that happened and your plans for tomorrow, you guys needed the beauty sleep.

At 6 o’clock on Sunday morning, you three left the hotel and started your adventure. Alice had looked up a really nice café for you guys to have breakfast at. She got some pancakes, Olivia got an omelet and you settled for a bagel.

“So where are we headed to first?” you asked before taking a sip of your tea.

“I really really really want to go to the walk of fame.” Olivia pleaded. “Can we please go there?”

“Of course Liv!” you smiled. “We’ll head there right after we’re finished eating.”

She squealed and clapped her hands, causing Alice to snort.

“You are too awake,” she mumbles, taking a forkful of pancake.

“Hey, don’t judge me. I’m just excited,” Olivia frowned.

“Oh, you know I love you,” Alice laid her head on Olivia’s shoulder. You quickly opened the camera app and snapped a pic.

You posted it on your Instagram with that caption:

i have the cutest friends ever… btw expect lots of pic today and tomorrow #sorrynotsorry

“Awwww, Al look at what Y/n posted. She’s so cute!” Olivia gave Alice her phone.

“She’s so sweet, let’s post one of her.”

You laughed, “No, please don’t.”

“Aw c’mon. You’re adorable babe.”

“Fine, but I get to approve the picture and caption,” you emphasized the and.

“Deal! Make a pose!”

You rested your elbows on the table and your chin on your hands, flashing the camera a small smile.

After a few moments of intense typing Alice handed you her phone, “Is that okay?”

Cannot thank @y/i/n enough for this trip. Love you lots babe xx

“You’re so sweet Al,” you handed her phone back to her.

“Alright, here’s the bill. Are you ladies all finished up here?” the waiter asked as he handed you the receipt.

“Yep!” Olivia smiled.

“Do you think I could get a to-go cup for my tea?” you asked.

“Of course,” he turned to walk away when he stopped. “I’m sorry to bother you. But are you guys from the UK?”

You three started laughing, “Yes, we are,” Alice answered.

“Oh my gosh, really? Would you mind if I ask you a few questions?” he instantly took a seat next to you.

“Of course not, whatcha wanna know?” you smiled.

“Is it always rainy?”

This caused you three to erupt in laughter yet again, but stopped when he frowned.

“Oh love, we’re not making fun of you. It’s just cute,” Liv placed a hand on his and smiled.

“But to answer your question, no. Sometimes it’s really nice out. But most of the time yes, it’s rainy.”

“It’s not even always rainy, just really cold.” You added.

“I’ve always wanted to go to London,” he sighed. “Is it worth taking a trip to?”

“I can’t answer that without bias, but I think coming here was definitely worth the trip. If that helps.”

He stood up, “Well my name’s Clayton.” He pulled out a piece of paper and began scribbling. “If you girls need anything, here’s my number. I’m free whenever after noon.”

“Well thank you Clayton. That means a lot,” you smiled.

~~

After that cute little meet up you girls grabbed an Uber and went to the Hollywood Walk of Fame. It was so much fun. You girls had races to see who could find this person first or who could find a ‘James’ or ‘Amy’ first. You may have looked crazy to others but you three knew it was all in good fun.

You were only here once, why wouldn’t you make the most of it?

After the Walk of Fame you three headed to any and every shop that the London didn’t have; which was a lot. You hit lots of clothes shops, make up shops, and so so many candy shops.

You picked up something for Alex and a few gifts for your mom. Alice got something for Brandon, but insisted it was for her friend that ‘you don’t know that well’. And Olivia, of course, got something for Sean.

After what felt like a lifetime you guys finally found an In-N-Out. You all had been craving it ever since Sabrina took you guys to it your first day in LA.

While you three munched on your burgers, you just chatted about anything and everything.

“What time is it?” Alice asked.

“Just past 11,” you clicked your phone shut. “So what’s next?”

“Honestly? I want to go back to the hotel and take a power nap,” Alice sighed, Olivia vigorously shaking her head in agreement.

“Okay, I’m down for a nap. Then the beach?”

They both smiled signally they were okay with that.

~~

“Wake me up at two,” Olivia sighed, falling onto her bed. You laughed and watched as Alice copied her movements.

You walked out to the balcony and sat up against the wall. You were tired, but you didn’t want to sleep. You didn’t want to miss anything LA had to offer.

You knew you shouldn’t have, but you texted Anth. It was a low blow honestly. But you were bored and didn’t have any clue as to what to do. You opened SnapChat and clicked his name.

You sent a simple selfie with a caption:

any fun activates you know of in LA?

You scrolled through Instagram while waiting for a response. You noticed Conor posted a new picture.

You knew it would hurt, but you couldn’t not look.

It was of him sitting of the edge of a bench, it was nighttime. He was facing away from the camera.

He captioned it:

C’mon LA, you have yet to let me down. Please don’t change that.

There were hundreds of comments that ranged from ‘ARMS’ to ‘why are you sad :(’ to ‘i hate when he doesn’t tell us what’s going on’.

You were hesitant, but ended up liking the picture anyways.

SnapChat from anth.melo

He sent a picture of him in front of a mirror of what seemed like a gym. You could see Conor on the side, but it was only an arm. You cringed at the fact that you knew it was Conor simply by an arm.

His snap read:

sorry y/n, kinda busy rn.

You sent another selfie with a frown:

okay, but we NEED to hang out soon. i leave in two days :(

You closed your phone and went back inside. After sliding off your shoes and plugging in your phone, you slid into your shared bed with Alice.

A few minutes of shot eye wouldn’t hurt.

~~

“Y/n!!!!” you heard someone shout.

You shot up from the pillow, “What?!” you shouted back, not having opened your eyes yet.

“Its 4:30!” a voice, you recognized as Alice sighed. “You had one job. One bloody job!”

“Oh, sorry. I fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm.”

“It’s okay, we can still go to the beach!” Olivia piped up from her spot in front of the mirror.

“I guess,” Alice sighed.

“Haven’t you always wanted to see a sunset on the beach?” you asked, getting out of the bed.

“Yeah,” she smiled. “Let me check when sunset is.”

You bent down and grabbed your shoes.

“It’s at 6:04, should we invite anyone?” Alice asked.

“Like who?”

“Clayton!” Olivia jumped up. “Please invite him!”

You smiled, “Okay, I’ll invite him. But i can’t promise anything.”

You sent him a text that read:

Heading down to the beach to watch the sunset. Care to join us?

You sat your phone down and began braiding your hair.

“Did he text back?” Alice asked.

“Check my phone, I’m kind of busy.”

She stood up and walked over to where your phone was sat on the bed.

“What’d he say?”

“Nothing, but Anth texted snapped you.”

“You can open it up if you want,” you said, closing your eyes to focus on the pattern.

After a few seconds you heard a gasp, “What’s wrong?”

“Look! “Alice shoved your phone into your face. On the screen was a selfie of him and Conor and it read:

Okay, we’re free tomorrow

He was smiling and Conor was sporting his signature ‘kissy face/pout face’ look.

You stared until it disappeared, then you let out a sigh.

“What’d he mean by that?”

“I asked him if he wanted to hang out,” you said, sticking out your tongue as Alice snapped a picture.

“Oh, well.” She smiled, helping you up. “Looks like we got plans for tomorrow!”

You three changed into your swimsuits and packed a bag. You were going to go to the beach no matter what, Clayton being there was just a plus.

Your phone dinged and the girls sat, eyes wide; waiting for a response.

Of course! Meet me here in 10 minutes.

The link sent you to your Map app. There was a blue line from the hotel to a beach about 5 minutes away. Due to it being so close, you three decided to walk. As you left the hotel you sent him a quick text back.

see ya soon xx

~~

As usual Anth and Conor stayed up late doing whatever they do. Most of it was just joking around. But part of it, a very small part, was very deep.

“Mate, I gotta ask,” Anth sighed.

“I can’t answer it. I know what you’re going to ask. And I honestly don’t know. I was jealous and upset. I just-” he sighed, looking at Anth. “I messed up.”

“Well do you like her?” Anth asked hesitantly.

“Of course I do! I liked her before I met her. But I overthought everything. I assumed she didn’t like me, so I wanted to make her feel how I felt.”

“Do you want to be with her?” Anth questioned again.

“That’s the thing. Like, I don’t know her. But I want to. And I want to see what it could become, but I don’t want to give us a chance and it be awful and I have to break her heart again.”

Anth remained silent as Conor poured his feelings.

“I’m just so angry. At myself. But also her. And I know I have no right to be mad at her. But she’s just so perfect. And I want to hate her and just forget about her. But I can’t, because whenever I see a girl, I notice that she isn’t Y/n. But I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me. And I just want to punch myself, every time I remember what I did.”

Conor knew there was more to how he felt, he just wasn’t ready to admit it.

Anth stood up and put his hand on Conors shoulder, “Well, how about you sleep on it. And tomorrow we go to the gym; work out all the anger. Then afterwards, you can talk to Y/n.”

~~

Conor and Anth didn’t make it to the gym until a little before noon. Conor woke up to Jack spamming him. Jack lost the keys to his apartment so he begged Conor to tell him where his extra set was.

Conor really didn’t want Jack to be at his flat alone. Who knew what the kid would get up to? But after a few minutes of Jack begging (and almost crying, almost. it doesn’t count if the tear didn’t fall) Conor told him to message Alex.

After that, they were about to leave but then Anth realized he forgot that he planned to Skype his grandparents. Knowing he couldn’t let his friend not call them, Conor sat in the guest room while Anth chatted with his grandma and grandpa about various things.

After Anth’s grandma finally said goodbye, they headed to the gym. On their way they stopped to get juices.

“Mate, the Strawberry Mango is way better than the Green Machine,” Conor dragged on as he walked aside Anth.

“Stop playing dude, the Green Machine is the best!”

“You’re mad, y’know that right?”

“Nah man, you’re just stubborn.”

When they arrived at the gym, they both popped in their headphones and got to work on their preferred workout equipment.

Within the first thirty minutes, Anth could tell Conor was more upset than last night. He was lifting way more than his body could handle, but every time Anth would bring it up Conor would brush him off.

“Mate, your calves don’t need that much weight,” Anth chuckled, pulling out a headphone.

“Why come to the gym if you’re not going to push yourself?” Conor asked, standing up.

“If you say so,” Anth said, grabbing his phone to change the song. He scrolled through his notifications. He went to close it, but then he noticed your name. Why were you snapping him?

He walked over to Conor, opening the snap.

“Hey, look at this.”

Conor looked at the screen then turned around.

“So do you want to?” Anth followed him

“Not really,” he muttered.

“Okay,” was all Anth said. He sent a picture of him in front of the mirror.

A few seconds later Conor said, “I don’t know what to say yet. But tell her we’re free tomorrow.”

Anth just smiled. Conor was head over heels for you and him trying to hide it was so cute.

College!AU Seungkwan
  • major: journalism 
  • minor: vocal performance 
  • sports: was on the table tennis team until their funding was cut 
  • clubs: campus journal - he critics music albums and reports on student activities (sports, musicians, events)
  • seungkwan is pretty well known on campus because he’s interviewed just about e v e r y o n e
  • anyone who heads a team or a club or organized a fundraiser/bake sale whatever like seungkwan has emailed them to talk about their activities 
  • and like his enthusiasm isn’t matched by anyone else in the major, like seungkwan will do the most to get a story and he’s never shy of approaching people or getting them to share what they know and like he’s a complete PERFECTIONIST when it comes to reporting because not a single thing can be a lie, he has to report exactly what he knows
  • and sometimes this can get on people’s nerves and people always whisper behind his back about his over-the-top nature but seungkwan could literally care less
  • sometimes seungcheol or hoshi will hear someone say something and they’ll be like “cheer up seungkwan, they’re just being assholes!” and seungkwan, whose eating with one hand and taking notes from one of his interviews with the other is just like “hmm? they said something? i didn’t even have time to hear them.”
  • and like his true passion is writing musical critique because aside from being a journalist, he’s also a practiced singer and even minors in vocal performance 
  • and every time the journal comes out the music section is the longest because seungkwan is passionate and yes he totally reviewed vernon’s secret mixtape and that one cover song jeonghan put up on his soundcloud and when both people found out their names were in the journal they were like sEUNGKWA N and he was just like 
  • “listen i gave you pretty decent scores, you should have seen how i tore about this other album-” and they’re like oh my god
  • and seungkwan has sent in a couple formal pieces to local magazines and things like that and he’s really hoping for an internship soon because just writing for the campus journal isn’t too big of a deal
  • especially considering the fact that almost every time someone joins the journal - they like drop it a semester in because the work that you actually have to put in is a L O T
  • the editor in chief also is like seungkwan maybe you shouldn’t,,,,be so hard on the newcomers you kinda scare them away
  • and seungkwan is like “just because i told ken his fiction piece about flying squirrels wasn’t that good doesn’t mean im being hard on people. it was a story about flying squirrels you guys.”
  • and the thing is seungkwan really does love his major and he really loves the act of reporting, of hearing people talk about things they love or things they hate, and being able to share that small snippet with the rest of the campus through his words - like that impact is the reason he’s so obsessed with putting out only perfect work
  • and so when the campus directors send the journal a letter about how if it doesn’t find new members it’s sure to lose its funding, seungkwan is beyond devastated 
  • buT MAN DOES IT RILE HIM UP AND He’s LIKE GUYS WE GOTTA MAKE FLYERS 
  • and everyone’s like “seungkwan that’s not gonna even wo-” and seungkwan’s already opening up photoshop and being like “comic sans would be a good font, but let’s be real helvetica is more classy.”
  • and that is actually how you meet intense journalist seungkwan, through some flyers and im not saying he hands you a flyer and politely introduces you to the student journal
  • im talking you’re running down the hall to the printing room and seungkwan is holding a wobbly pile of 100 flyers that all say PLEASE SAVE OUR SCHOOL JOURNAL on them
  • and once you two collide all those flyers come down like rain around you
  • and you’re hfowskdf oh my god im SORRY and seungkwan doesn’t even answer you he’s like “the flyers, pick up the flyers, the flyers, we’re ruined, the flyers, flyers, flyers, fLYeRS” and you’re like 
  • watching him try to gather everything with panicky hands
  • and you know you were running because you had to print something super fast because you were in class but you can’t leave him like this so you start helping him pick up the flyers and he doesn’t even notice
  • until you two are both out of breath, sweaty, each holding a crooked pile of papers and you’re like “here!!! sorry again, i hope none are ruined!!”
  • and he’s like “oh-” because he didn’t notice you were helping him he got too caught up
  • and then,,,like you two thought it was over riGHt but all at once it’s the end of classes and before you know it there’s a stampede of like students coming from this way and that and you and seungkwan are caught in the middle and their are elbows being pushed into you and peoples backpacks swinging at you
  • and seungkwan wobbles and once again….the papers going flying
  • except this time you guys cant hurry to pick them up, instead they’re stepped on and tore apart by people trying to get the hell out of the building
  • and when you look up at seungkwan you can see the Utter Defeat in his eyes and like you feel so bad that that just happened and you’re like
  • “,,,,,,,,im so sorry.” and he just sighs and as the crowd disperses he walks over to the wall and slides down against it and is like “it’s fine, it was a stupid idea anyway. who on campus even looks at flyers anymore?” and you’re like ): because like you’re not friends with seungkwan, but you know who he is and you’re like 
  • “i assume the flyers are about the journal?? is it closing??” and seungkwan explains that they’re gonna lose their funding if they don’t get more members and you’re like oh,,,,,im sorry
  • and he just shrugs and he’s like “it’s not like anyone reads that journal anyway.” and you’re like “i read it!! i especially like the music page, all your stuff is so in-depth and not half assed.” and seungkwan suddenly gets a hint of happiness on his face
  • and he’s like “really??” and you’re like “yeah!!! i even checked out that cover your friend did…..jeonghan? you wrote about it and when i listened to it, it was so relaxing!!”
  • and suddenly seungkwan perks up and he’s like “if you think jeonghan hyung sings well, you should listen to-”
  • and long story short you don’t ever print your thing and instead you end up talking for some time with seungkwan until once again he’s like “i really don’t know what to do about the journal.” and you’re like “i could try to join??;” and seungkwan thanks you for the sentiment but one new member probably won’t appease the school
  • and so you’re both standing there with frowns on your faces and seungkwan is like 
  • “it’s funny but i used to wish that someone in the journal would finally ask to write an article about me,,,,don’t you think that’s kind of selfish?” and he’s trying to laugh it off but you see that he’s faking and you’re like
  • “wait? are you also a musician?” and seungkwan bites back his lip and shakes his head
  • and he’s like “my sister and i both sang a lot when we were younger so i took up vocal performance as my minor because i like it a lot. i wouldn’t say im a musician, but ……it’d be nice to have someone acknowledge it once in awhile.”
  • and he like starts to get up and you’re like “wait.” and he’s like ??
  • and you  scramble to your feet as well and you’re like “let me do it. let me write something on you as a singer, at least for this last issue.”
  • seungkwan kind of looks at you flabbergasted and he’s like ????? do?????do you know what you’re signing up for???
  • and you’re like “hEY look midterms are over for the most part and aside from stuff i have to do for myself, i could devote some time to this. especially if it means a lot to you.”
  • and seungkwan for a second stares at you as if he still can’t believe you’re offering to do this
  • but then he takes your hand in his and is like “well, finally we’ll have another persons opinion in the music section!”
  • and you’re like giggling but you’re also like “just tell me a time when you’re free so i can hear you sing.” and seungkwan’s like here give me your number so i can contact you
  • it’s cute seungkwan’s background is the famous singer junsu and you’re like “oh” and seungkwan’s like LISTEN he’s my idol,,,,,,,, and his eyes get all sparkly it’s adorable
  • but yeah you give him your number and you’re like “ill look forward to it and ill do my best!!”
  • and then you figure out holy shit your class is over, you never printed your  thing time to run and see if the teacher still hung around for office hours
  • and like as you make your way down the hall, seungkwan holds his phone and he can’t help but finally feel a little better about everything 
  • and as he watches you disappear around the corner he reminds himself that he owes you a thank you when this is all over
  • and so a week passes and seungkwan texts you finally to meet him in the performance center on campus and he’s like “i booked one of the recording rooms!!” and you’re like cool let’s go
  • and like to be honest you’re sitting on the other side of the glass with your notebook out to maybe take notes like ??? really you don’t know what you’re doing here you’ve never written a review but you’re not like worried
  • but then, seungkwan who seems so shy putting on the headphones and adjusting the mic
  • like when he starts to sing the pen you’re holding literally drops from your hand because his voice???????
  • it’s the voice of a real Angel 
  • and from the moment he starts to the last second of the lyrics, you can’t help but just be completely wrapped up in his voice
  • and when he asks you what you thought of it you can only try to snap yourself out of it and ask him
  • “did you play a recording into the microphone? was that really you?”
  • and seungkwan puts a hand over his mouth to laugh and he’s like WHAT is up with your facial expression you look so confused
  • and you’re like “seungkwan, seriously why aren’t you a singer? why are you in college? why aren’t you selling albums with your face on the cover holy hell you sing better than anyone ive ever heard before???”
  • and seungkwan shrugs and he’s like “nahh, it’s just a hobby.” and you’re like if i had a hobby that i was THAT good at. i wouldn’t be here. i’d be trying to get jyp or sm to notice me hoyl HELL
  • and seungkwan comes out and he asks if you took any notes or have any criticisms and you’re like
  • “criticisms? this review im going to write is literally going to be like : BOO SEUNGKWAN OF THE JOURNALIST MAJORS HAS THE VOICE OF GOD”
  • and again seungkwan is just laughing because wow you’re so silly he’s not that good but like a sense of pride swells in him because no one’s really ever praised him so much like this before
  • and like he asks if you’d like to listen to him some more and you’re like yes please!!!
  • and it’s amazing he has such a good range and he even says he’s written his own original lyrics
  • and you two spend a good 6 hours in their together until one of the professors needs the recording room to teach and as you’re walking back onto campus you’re like
  • “seungkwan, what if……..you busk?” and he’s like “on campus?” and you’re like “sure, or even better like in the city? like whats a day you don’t have classes or club we could go out and set up in a park or somewhere and you could sing and maybe if we do it a couple of times we could scrap up some many for the journal???”
  • and seungkwan brightens up instantly and he’s like !!! that’d be so cool and you’re like right??
  • and you two start basically jumping up and down in excitement just talking about it and seungkwans like “maybe i could ask my friend joshua to come out and play guitar too??” and you’re clapping your hands like yes!!!! that’d be amazing
  • and seungkwan is like “you’re a genius, we should have thought of this SOONER” and you’re like ok ok text joshua and see when he’s free and then tell me so we can plan more
  • and it’s like really adorable because you and seungkwan, who met literally a week ago are talking like you’ve been friends for ages
  • and you get so happy at the thought of being able to help him and he gets so excited being able to share what he loves with you
  • and maybe neither of you know it yet but listen, this is the beginning of CRUSHES
  • and when seungkwan asks if you’re free tomorrow after 4 because joshua can come out then you’re like yes!!
  • the next day you’re leaving your dorm and your roommates like woAH you look so cute - going on a date? and you’re like huh??? no?? why does it look like i put in effort? and your roommates just like (—–: yes it does. is it for a bo-
  • and you’re like BYE GOING NOW
  • and you meetup with seungkwan and joshua near the subway station off campus and joshua introduces himself and when he turns to seungkwan he’s like 
  • “your significant other is really sweet, why didn’t you introduce them to me before?”
  • and seungkwan is like “oh they’re not - we’re not -”
  • and you’re like YEAH we’re nOT 
  • and joshua is like oh?????? really???? it’s just the way seungkwan was talking about you made it seem-
  • and seungkwan like jumps up to cover joshua’s mouth like HAHAAH so funny hyung let’s get on the subway
  • and you don’t notice it but joshua nudges you closer to seungkwan while you guys are squished on the seats on your way to the city
  • and seungkwan holds you steady when you get up to get off and the train jerks
  • and the whole time joshua’s looking off to the side like he’s on the office with the mOST SMUG EXPRESSION 
  • because you two are all cute and innocent, just like a young couple in love and you don’t even KNOW IT
  • and like once you get to the park you help joshua and seungkwan set up and you guys use joshua’s guitar case as a way to collect money and you’re basically in charge of attracting peoples attention so you run around asking people to gather around seungkwan because !!! hey hEY the best vocalist is about to perform
  • and like you give seungkwan a thumbs up after you manage to get like 15-20 people to come around
  • and when he starts to sing along with joshua’s guitar you can see the shock on the faces of the audience
  • and people even start getting their phones out to record
  • and sooner or later that crowd of 20 turns to a crowd of even more
  • and seungkwan is such a natural people person like in between songs he asks the people if they’re resting well after work and if they’ve eaten
  • and it’s like watching a soloists performance, he’s so professional and good
  • and people even ask if he has albums or a site where they could listen to him sing like a youtube or something
  • and seungkwan is like !! im not that great- but seriously everyone is complimenting him
  • and seeing him light up with happiness and bow in thankfulness it makes your heart beat with joy,,,but also
  • the smile on seungkwan’s face,,,,,,,it gets you so,,,,,,,soft
  • like you want to protect that smile forever
  • on your way back you count all the loose change and bills and you’re like it’s over a hundred dollars and seungkwan is like WHAT NO WAY and joshua’s like “im not surprised, you sounded really good seungkwan”
  • and you’re like “i told you!!! you’re so talented and lovely - people are bound to like you!!”
  • and seungkwan looks at you and he’s like,,,,, “lovely?”
  • and you kind of turn pink and stutter and you’re like “yEAH you know like idols,,,,,,,,,,very lovely your look,,,,,,you look approachable and nice and,,,,,”
  • and seungkwan is like “oh! you just mean im nice!” and you’re like mHMM!!! and joshua is like PFFT UHUH OK 
  • and so you accompany seungkwan a couple of more times when he goes out to busk
  • and by the end of the semester you’re sure you’ve raised enough for the journal to fund itself just a bit longer without having to get new members
  • and seungkwan is like “it’s time for our next issue to come out!!” and you’re like “can you wait to see what i wrote on you?” and he’s like HONESTLY NO
  • and so when the copies get made, seungkwan rushes to see and he’s like 
  • “why isn’t your piece in the review section, it’s just my review of vernon’s mixtape - where is -”
  • and you’re like “silly, look at the cover!!”
  • and seungkwan flips it back over and he sees that on the cover it’s a photo of him singing in the park, a photo you took and he’s like “wh-”
  • and he sees that the main story that was printed is about how his performances helped save the journal
  • and it’s written by you (with help from the journals members who all love seungkwan too) and it’s literally just you praising his hardwork and humbleness 
  • and ask seungkwan reads it you see him stop at the last line 
  • “….and somehow, this all made me fall in love with him.”
  • and he looks up at you and he’s like 
  • “is it true?”
  • and you can only looks to the side sheepishly like,,,,,,, “reporters shouldn’t lie? right?”
  • and seungkwan literally just puts the journal down and takes you by the waist and kisses you and you’re like oH!!
  • but it doesn’t stop there he’s just kissing you on your temple and your cheeks and your nose
  • and you’re like seungkwAN THE other MEMBERs of the JOURNAl Are WATHCING 
  • and he’s like OOPS but it’s cute they’re like “we’ll leave you two to it ^^”
  • and seungkwan is just like,,,,,, “i don’t know how or why i got lucky enough to meet someone like you who wanted to help me right from the get go, but god im so so so thankful”
  • and you’re like “im thankful too, to have meet someone so talented and passionate. you have the capacity to do anything seungkwan. really.”
  • and you two are looking into each others eyes and he leans in and he’s like
  • “right now, i want to use all that capacity to kiss you again.”
  • AND LIKE you two are the cutest thing ever seungkwan is so proud of dating you and he shows it off all the time
  • like literally a minute after he sends his mom an excited message about how he thinks he’s found the person of his dreams
  • he also mails her a copy of the journal as always and he’s like “here, do you wanna talk to my mom when i call her???” and you’re like isNT IT TOO early to talk to her like this,,, and seungkwan is like “no no she’ll love you i know it because i love you.”
  • and the journal is up and running ok and tbh seungkwan’s busking on campus has kind of made it pretty popular like more people are coming to meetings and submitting writing or songs 
  • and you even join but not really as a reporter but more as like an editor every now and then
  • and you’re the only person seungkwan trusts to show drafts too 
  • and like you’re his number one hype squad like you’re always like seungkwan your writing is so good, your singing is so good, your face is SO GOOD
  • and seungkwan’s like ‘i know my face is good because you keep kissing it’ and you’re like YOU’RE RIGHT
  • that background photo of junsu on his phone is replaced with a photo of you when you fell asleep on his shoulder after you two were coming in from the city after he busked
  • and one day he actually writes a song for you 
  • and performs it for the first time outside on the campus quad
  • and when he sings your name you literally fall to your knees with your face in your hands and like seungcheol and joshua and vernon and jeonghan are all elbowing you like AYEEE and it’s cute 
  • seungkwan serenades you when you’re a little pouty with him and you’re like STOP we’re in the cafeteria and he’s just in his sing-song voice like “i don’t care~~~ i love you~~~~”
  • sarcastically told jun off that one time he tried to ask you to get coffee with him since seungkwan was busy writing for the journal and literally it was like this;
  • seungkwan: if i had to do a review on your hair jun, i’d give it a bacon sticker because it’s so greasy.”
  • it hurt jun and he held a grudge for quite a while
  • as he is with reporting and singing, seungkwan is a perfectionist in dating 
  • and sometimes it’s a bit too much because if he takes you on a date and something goes wrong he blames himself and you’re like “baby, we don’t have to go see that movie. we can just go to the arcade.” and seungkwan’s like bUT i know you wanted to see that movie and you just pinch his cheeks and tell him that yes, but you also wanna kick his butt at dance dance revolution and that gets him fired up
  • you didn’t believe he was good at table tennis until you guys finally had a match and he won even though you guys played like 12 matches and you’re like seungkwan is their anything you’re not good at
  • seungkwan; hmmm im not good at resisting you?
  • depending on if you like to sing or not you and seungkwan do a duet during his busking one time and an elderly couple is just like “you two should hurry up and get married!!”
  • and you’re like blushing but seungkwan is like “my ideal wedding would be getting married on the beach at jeju, are you cool with that?”
  • you: seUNGKWAN we’re IN COLLEGE PL E A S e

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I really liked that prom ask! I didn't ask it but if you don't mind could you do the same thing but with mccree, soldier and reaper maybe?

Thank you and absolutely. Just letting you know, the Mccree prom picture request will be on another request, as i had someone else request it too. But i’ll write the reaper and soldier one here for you.

Soldier

The rain was pouring outside, looking like someone was dropping waves and waves of water. Soldier couldn’t help as he glanced around your small house but wonder if it might collapse or flood under the intense weather. It was a cute home but it didn’t look exactly sturdy enough to him.

Truth be told though, that house could probably take a hurricane and be fine. The two of you were visiting your childhood home. You’d bought it shortly after your parents passed away a few years ago, and even though you are usually at Over watch base, this was where you liked to go on your vacations.

Unfortunately, your lover and boss Jack Morrison (A.K.A Soldier 76) hadn’t had the chance to meet your parents before they passed. But it was that time of year when you could take a little time off and you had shyly asked if Jack wanted to join you.

Naturally, the answer had been of course he would. Jack wished he’d had the chance to meet your parents, but often felt that they wouldn’t approve due to the slight age gap and the dangerous profession with which you both lived every day.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked, walking into the living room with two cups of coffee, smiling as you walked over to pass him one. Jack wasn’t wearing his visor or mask today, and was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt as he stared out the window. You couldn’t help sidling into his lap and cuddling against his broad chest.

Amused, he wrapped an arm around you and took a sip of the freshly brewed coffee, not minding the light burn of heat before he placed it on the coffee table. “I was thinking of whether or not anyone would come looking for us should this place collapse on us,” Soldier said, voice gruff but playful.

Rolling your eyes, you pressed a kiss to his chin. “I know it looks a bit old but it really is well-built, i promise,” you tried to reassure him, pressing your face into his chest with a happy sigh. It was so nice having him with you at home…

Unfortunately though, the T.V was out and you two couldn’t go to the festival today with this damn weather…you wondered what you could occupy him with that didn’t always resort to going to bed together…of course, not that you minded.

“Lets play a game,” you said suddenly, sitting up so your straddling his hips. “Like…truth or dare.”

Looking a bit incredulous, Jack tilted his head back, giving you a good view of the scar on his face. “You want to play truth or dare?” he said slowly. It seemed a bit childish, but he decided it might be an interesting way to learn more about you.

“Yes! Please,” you pouted cutely. “You can start. I pick truth.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jack took a moment as he stroked circles on your outer thigh, trying to think of something. “Um…what is your most embarrassing moment?” he asked, trying to wrack his brain as he stared out the window once more. What didn’t he know about you.

There was nothing but silence, and when he looked at you Jack frowned at the furious blush that was covering your face. “What is it?” He asked, trying to catch your gaze.

“U-um…um…,” you mumbled. You really didn’t want to have to say it or show him…but this was a game that you had started, and of course it had backfired big time in your opinion. And Jack knew whenever you lied…

Finally you dropped your eyes and reached over to the coffee table. You pulled out the drawer and slipped out a photo and handed it to him silently. Taking it, Jack took a good look and whistled.

“You are absolutely right, that is embarassing,” he says and your heart dropped into your stomach for a moment. “I mean, look at that guys tie. Who on earth doesn’t know how to properly tie a tie?” Jack demanded, rolling his eyes. You blinked slowly, wondering if it was a joke before you took the paper and realized there was a guy in the back who looked damned ridiculous.

“But, ah, who’s that lovely lady in the green dress?” Jack asked, almost playfully. For a moment your heart skipped, and you couldn’t help feeling shy.

“…I…I thought this was my embarrassing moment. I couldn’t find a very pretty dress and everyone made fun of me because it didn’t match the color scheme…” You mumbled, embarrassed by the past scenerio. Your friends hadn’t been happy to see you in green when they were all wearing reds and pinks and whites.

Soldier frowned. “Baby,” he said gruffly. “That dress looks so fucking hot on you.” Jack looked so serious, you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from your lips and he wiped away a stray tear that you hadn’t realized you’d shed.

After a moment, you glanced at the window and noticed something. “The…The rain has stopped,” you said, looking at him. “Did you want to go outside?”

For a second he was quiet, looking rather thoughtful. “Mmm…no. If its okay, all i want is to stay here, just like this, with you,” Soldier murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. With a wordless nod, the two of you snuggled in on the couch together and you couldn’t help thinking about just how much you loved this man.


Reaper

Chewing your lip, you couldn’t help but feel rather nervous as you waited inside your house. It was cute, in a corner at the end of a long empty street. The rest of the block had been torn down, but not yours. You’d made enough trouble protesting its demise that they finally gave up and decided to let you keep it.

Right now though, you were nervous because of who was coming to visit your home today…it was your lover, Reaper. He used to be called Gabriel Reyes, but now at Talon he went by Reaper. Few could get away with calling him Gabe.

Your relationship was a bit of a secret, because most thought Reaper uncaring. And in many ways he was…but somehow, the two of you had fallen in love and Reaper had grown rather possessive of you. The only part of your relationship that hurt was the part where you couldn’t let anyone know or act like it at work.

The door opened without a knock, and a dark cloaked figure stepped inside. Instantly you were there, throwing yourself on the man and hugging him tight. “I-I’m sorry,” you managed, not letting go though. “ I just really missed you…”

After a moment a strong arm slid around you and held you tight. “Don’t be sorry,” he rasped quietly, though it was all he said. Reaper spoke in little words about how he felt but that was okay. You felt like you knew what he was feeling most of the time.

After a moment he dropped the hood and took off his mask. Unfazed, you reached up on your tip toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, stroking your fingers over the scarred skin of his cheek. Reaper was slightly disfigured but to you, he was incredibly handsome.

Pulling back, you knew Reaper would want to investigate the house. He was always wary-Over watch could be anywhere. And unknown locations had to be studied meticulously.

So without a word, Reaper turned and started around your small house. It was cute, cozy…you really liked your home. And at the moment, you couldn’t think of anything to be humiliated about…

Until he paused in the hall. Frowning, you tried peeking over his shoulder and paled at what you saw. He was staring down at a small picture of you in your prom dress, years before you’d joined Talon. You hoped he’d move on and just keep looking around.

Instead he lifted it as if to further study it, and instantly you snatched it away. Turning, Reaper stared at you. “Give it back,” he said calmly, holding out his hand.

Immediately you shook your head. “No! I don’t want you to see it…” you said, your face flushed in embarrassment. “Please. Not this picture.”

Reaper stared at you and didn’t stop holding out his hand. When  you realized he wasn’t going to listen to your request…you turned and bolted. Or tried.

A rush of cold air surrounded and passed you. Before you could stop, you hit something solid and a strong pair of arms encased you. Struggling, you tried to hide the photo somewhere, anywhere on you. You didn’t want him to look..

“Don’t hide it,” Reaper growls, holding you with an iron grip.

“I don’t want you to see it! I look really ugly in that photo!” You gasped, wriggling but you couldn’t even get an arm free…till he almost dropped you. Instead you felt a hand slide to your side and his other hand cupped your cheek so you were forced to look up at him.

“You do not look ugly, and i do not want to hear such things again,” Reaper growled. “You are beautiful. If you want ugly, then you have only to look at me. Never degrade yourself again, because to me you are priceless.”

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. This was the most he’d ever said at once, when not berating Sombra or Widowmaker, in front of you. And although rough, it was the sweetest thing he had ever said to you.

Face flushing, you looked down and after a moment you pressed your face into his chest. Reaper cradled you against his chest, stroking his hand through your hair gently.

“Your not ugly to me,” you said softly into his chest.

“I know,” Reaper rumbles, and it almost sounds like there was a smile in his voice. You were the only one that thought that, and it was part of the reason he so adored you.

When finally he thought it might be safe to let you go, he stepped back slightly.

“May i…have that photo?” Reaper grumbles, looking away. “I…I want it so i can look at you when you are not there. What is it you sentimental fools say? It is so i can keep a piece of you with me…”

Letting out the barest sob, you threw your arms around him once more at his sweet words. From that moment on, Reaper carried your picture around with him wherever he went.

the one ; wonho

wonho x reader ➠ requested by anonymous—hoseok thinks you’re cheating on him, but you’re totally not.

warnings: none. genre: fluff. word count: 876. a/n: the gif is totally irrelevant but it’s cute as hell so

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It wasn’t in the nature of your relationship with Hoseok to keep things from each other. You told each other everything–where you were going, who you were going with, what you were feeling, even down to trivial things like what you had eaten at work that day or the fact that you’d had five cups of coffee/tea just to get through the day.

So, Hoseok noticed when you didn’t. At first it was just leaving a few details out of your day or going to the store without letting him know first, but when the fourth day rolled around he started to get worried. Instead of talking to him you would be on your phone and he couldn’t help but wonder… what were you doing on that phone that was more important than him?

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anonymous asked:

What relationships are you hoping Hiro goes more into as the series goes on? Like partnerships and pair ups.

Relationships are something Hori can picture as powerful and moving, but for now, we didn't get to see a lot of that in BNHA because characters were still young and mostly concentrating on improving. Now they’ve matured and gained experience I’m pretty impatient to see what’s going to happen. Given how many characters we have here, there are actually a lot of relationships I’d like to be developed, so I’ll give the first five I’m looking forward the most or this answer’ll just never end. I’m putting aside Izuku and All Might, as it’s surely not particular to me and everyone’s pretty much waiting a further and incoming development about them. Plus I have another ask waiting inbox about their relationship so I’m reserving my thoughts for later (what a tease I am).

1. Kirishima and Bakugou
Obviously. It’s one of the relationship that’s been carefully draught since the beginning and is ready to bloom. Kirishima and Bakugou are important to each other, now it’s up to Hori to explore and deepen this relationship. Kirishima wasn’t very noticeable before Kamino arc, but Hori planned everything ahead. It’s no wonder Kirishima and Bakugou ended up bounding the way they did. Their personalities match very well; at USJ, they ended up together fighting against villains because they had the same reaction when Kurogiri appeared; they jumped in front of others to try and land a hit on him. 

They just feel right for each other. What I expect particularly is Kirishima waking up Bakugou’s urge to protect and to save. With what is currently happening to Kirishima, I hope Bakugou will actually feel something awakening in him to finally proceed towards the heroic spirit he’s still missing. Bakugou is shown caring for Kirishima. These panels are making obvious he’s specifically looking at Kirishima, noticing something is wrong and trying to help, in his own way. 

It’s been made clear Bakugou is still numb to this urge to save, and at this point, it wouldn’t make sense for anyone else than Kirishima being the one triggering this urge. Another point we can’t ignore is how their rooms in the dorms are close to each other, it kinda hints it’s important for them to be side by side, even from the teachers point of view. Kirishima also relies, admires and cares a lot about Bakugou, while being aware how awful he can be and calling him out when he does something wrong. 

I’m very curious about their relationship, because even in terms of narrative and character development, a lot of interesting, inspiring and moving moments could come out of it and both character could really benefit of each other’s presence.

2. Izuku and Shinsou
Reasons mentioned here. They have a lot in common, are on the same page, could easily bond and be fond of each other. I have a lot of cute headcanon for them in mind, like how Izuku already pictured Shinsou in his notebook and how Shinsou’d be embarrassed but pleased if he’d see that. Just imagine Izuku happily blabbering about diverse plans as to how Shinsou could use his quirk and both of them talking passionately about that because no one is as invested as Izuku and it would really please Shinsou to talk with him about heroic matters. I’d like Shinsou to go on a mission and Izuku accompanying him, exchanging tips and caring for him through the whole thing because Shinsou’s so overwhelmed to be here he’s not processing very well, and would be very impressed by how much Izuku has grown in such a short time. They’ve got the same uprightness and sense of justice and morals, and have great chemistry going on between them. I’d like to see them becoming close friends.

3. Asui and… pretty much everyone (minus Mineta obviously)
I love Uraraka, but my fave female character is definitely Asui. She’s so cool-headed and admirable. She’s reliable, trustworthy and caring. And she fights admirably well; I  found her really cool during their provisional licence exam! 

She knows exactly what she wants to do, what’s best for her and others, so much that she won’t agree when others take decisions she thinks aren’t right. She’s so honest she’ll apologize even though she was right just because she’s afraid she may lose her friends’ trust. Friends are very important to Asui, she cherishes them a lot and isn’t afraid to show it. Asui is a good partner for everyone. I’d particularly like to see her work once more with Izuku or Tokoyami. I would find very interesting to see her team up with Bakugou. I think they could match and work well together. They even look good in each other hero costume.

4. Todoroki and Izuku
Izuku’s the one that triggered Todoroki change of mind, but after Stain arc, their relationship hasn’t been explored that much. I like how Izuku called out Todoroki and Inasa during the provisional licence exam though. 

Todoroki’s still in the middle of figuring things out about himself, I’d like him to be more emotionally invested in his own convictions, and I think Izuku can actually help him convey his feelings.

5. Uraraka and… herself
This formulation seems kinda weird, but truth is, I’d like for Uraraka to fully bloom and shine by herself. She’s strong, brave and cool, I really wish we’d see her leading others and taking charge. Uraraka’s skilled and very open-minded; she’d do a wonderful job if only she trusted herself more. She’s on her way though as she realized she was maybe looking up to Izuku a little too much for her own good.

Bonus: Bakukid and Bakuparents. Their family is kinda dysfunctional but they do give a nice vibe, I’d like them to come to terms with their communication issues, and would be curious to see how they could interact if they were to share their feelings and talk about important things together.

Well, you know… After the final episode, I always wanted to put this beautiful music for Samurai Jack, for good reasons… But… I don’t know…

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I don’t know what to say, maybe… I’m sad, happy, concerned, well, very, very awful for Jack… Really, my poor cute cinnamon roll T-T (Bitch, shut the fuck up! Oh, hell no!)

Ok, ok, people calm down, calm down!!

I made a list of all good things about each episode of SJ

  1. Episode I - A super badass intro with a samurai driving a metal horse of hell (Holy shit, The Ultimate Samurai)
  2. Episode II - The Ecstasy of Gold (yes dude, best part!)
  3. Episode III - “The decisions you make and the actions that follow are a reflection of who you really are”
  4. Episode IV - Pffff… “I like the back fur!” Oh, and the bug scene (Daughter Ashi loves Ladybug LOL)
  5. Episode V - Tiny Ashi, the Creepy Guy and more Stylish Jack
  6. Episode VI - “Never Forget Samurai Jack” and Ashi’s Beautiful Transformation (TinkerBell or some Sailor Moon costume)
  7. Episode VII - Tea Time or Cha-no-you… Oh, right… R.I.P Jack’beard (Dammit whyyyy???)
  8. Episode VIII - Uhhh… Damnit… Well, Jack’s fish-shaped head and he still is a cute cinnamon role? (Huh? Well yeah, I think)
  9. Episode IX - Ahhh… WTF?! So Aku it’s the REAL father of Ashi?!! Well, I did not see that coming… ¡Ah, yeah, turu-tututuru! R.I.P Scaramouch
  10. Episode X - OMFG, THE BEST FUCKING BATTLE OF THE FUCKING YEAR, YUUUUSSSSS!! (Oh, wait, If Aku dies… then that means Ashi never existed… oh, ok) (Oh, shit)

Huh, I really feel awful for Jack, cuz at the end, he lost the only person who mattered to him, and who he knew as for… ten episodes (weeks maybe? Ugh, I don’t fucking now). Wow, it was really an unexpected twist, but… That does not change MY perspective. I mean, I feel very, very, VERY bad for him… But I did not shed a tear at the last moment, yes, poor Jack, poor Ashi, Jesus, somehow I already knew it… 

I hate to be right.

I’m sorry for all people who likes Jashi, but… whoops, all we knew (or maybe not) from the first episode that once Jack defeated Aku, the future would change. And actually I don’t know how others are feeling this morning… dissapointing? angry? sad? happy? HOLY FUCKING JESUS, STOP.

Yes, I might have hoped for a better ending, with a super battle that really impressed me (Fucking seriously dude???) (No bitch, no, you just don’t understand but watching all the people that Jack gave them hope made me scream of happiness).

I personally would have seriously preferred that the final battle be commanded by King Jack and his first-chapter clothes (yes honey, like The Ultimate Samurai), along with the Scotsman and his daughters, along with Ashi wearing his white kimono and her own weapons (as well as having her onion-shaped hair) and along with everyone Jack has met against Aku… Just like the final comic… NOT A VERY FAST ENDING OR A FUCKING WEDDING… OMG, seriously?! Just one minute and everything went to hell… Are you kidding me?? 

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The other thing is that I feel very bad for Ashi, because I think she deserved more opportunities, she is a very lovely character, and although most of the fandom is crying because she “died”, I still think she was a great help for Jack, romantically (uggghh) or as a daughter (yup, that’s me). 

At the end Jack was able to achieve his goal, and that should matter.

THANK YOU GENNDY FOR THIS WONDERFUL CARTOON

Well, even if this is over, I will still ship Samurai Bravo, I will still see Ashi as a daughter for Jack, I WILL still love gay couples, the world it’s gonna kill me, but hey… Even if we do not match between… kind of ships (if I dare to say), I feel great because Samurai Jack has had the best and sad end deserved after so long. (If you don’t like that, you can kiss my ugly ass)

ALRIGHT PEOPLE, LOVE YOU, AND GOOD NIGHT!

Hi I wrote this namkook thing on my way home and I didn't read over it so it's probably really shitty but thank you for 500+ followers okay I need to work on homework now bYE ILY ALL

Two Words

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“Volleyball club… volleyball club…” I thought, ignoring the loud sea of upperclassmen swarming the hallways. My head faced down most of the time, watching my feet step on the filthy white flooring, on flyers, following another pair of feet. “You know, kook-ah, you’re not going to find the volleyball club if you keep looking down like that!” Snickered Taehyung, offering a rectangular smile to me.

“Yah, well, you’re looking too, hyung!” I spat back.

“Not specifically, no. You wouldn’t even be at this school if it weren’t for the volleyball club! You’d probably be at some fancy school like GOT7 or EXO or something!”

“Oi, that’s not true either! If Kim Namjoon-hyung had gone to those schools, I would have gone with him!”

“Ahhh… so you finally admit that you came here for Kim Namjoon~ how cute~” Taehyung snickered once more, earning him a light smack on the back of his head. “Ouch!” Tae laughed. I chucked with him, looking down at the ground once more. However, when I looked down, I found that we had parted from the sea of upperclassmen.

“Agh, no luck…” Taehyung looked over all the area, raising himself on his toes before turning to face me. “Kook-ah, you go on without me, alright? I gotta use the bathroom.” He said. I nodded in response, receiving a nod back from him, proceeded by him walking into the crowd behind us once again.

I sighed, waking the opposite way, in search of nothing in particular. At this point, I didn’t want to even get a sign-up form for the club. I just wanted to show up at the gym, and say “hey, I’m here to play, so let me,” but I don’t want to make a fool of myself. No, that is the exact opposite of what I want to do. Especially in the presence of Kim Namjoon.

~~~

“Is that him, over there?” Yoongi flicked his head in the direction of a group of people.

“For the last time yoongi, I don’t know exactly where you’re pointing if you just flick your head! Plus, nobody there even looks like Jungkook… were you even awake when we were watching him play?!”

“To be honest, I wasn’t.” Yoongi shrugged, taking a paper from the stack in his arms, attempting to present it to a passing first year. “Would you like to join the- volleyball club…” his voice lowered into a growl as the student passed by, who was completely oblivious to Yoongi’s offer. He slouched his shoulders against the cold metal lockers behind us.

“Joon, I know you saw Jungkook in the roster for the new first years, but maybe you were imagining it? We haven’t seen him, and we’ve gone everywhere, the hallways, outside, the bathrooms, what do you want to try next, the nurse’s office?” Yoongi questioned sarcastically.

I snapped my fingers. “Yeah! Let’s check there! Maybe he fell in the crowd and went to the nurse! I’ll check there! And I’ll take my bag too, so you can call me if you see him!” I said, already scooping my bag from its place on the floor beside me, tripping over it and nearly falling in the process. “Oi, if you’re not careful, you’ll be the one getting hurt! Also, is the nurse even here-?” Yoongi scolded. By that time I couldn’t hear him, the shouts of “hey, join our club!” Draining him out.

I weaved my way across my classmates and underclassmen, towering above nearly all of them. “Now that I think about it, how tall is Jungkook? I muttered, looking up at the ceiling as I turned a corner. "Is he taller than me, or shorter- shit!”

It was at that moment when the unavoidable happened. I knew it was bound to happen, yoongi did too. Hell, everyone who knows who I am knew that it was going to happen. Yoongi even went through the trouble of warning me. I should have been more careful, I should have watched my feet instead of letting my mind wander. But nevertheless, it happened. I fell, face-flat on the cold, icy floor, my Limbs extended like great, floppy noodles, application forms for the volleyball club scattering, then fluttering back to the ground, like great, white pieces of confetti saying, “congrats, Kim Namjoon, you’ve won the award for clumsiest man alive.”

~~~

“Crap, are you okay?” Said Jungkook, having a purple-haired man trip and fall right before him. He crouched slightly to help the young man up, before straightening right back up upon realizing who he was in front of.

“Ah, sorry…” said the man, picking up a few flyers around him. “… I’m kind of a klutz…!” He laughed, looking down at the papers before looking up at Jungkook’s rather flustered face.

“Sorry about tha-” The student began, his voice ceasing upon recognizing the boy before him.

“Jeon Jungkook” was all he was able to mutter.

Likewise, the younger male could only stutter two words:

“Kim Namjoon”

maybemadmarie  asked:

Prompt: I didn't realize I was staring at you while daydreaming AU

Title: I’ve Seen the Paths That Your Eyes Wander Down (I Wanna Come Too)

Summary

“You manage to get her number?”

The guy tilts his head to the side, brow furrowing as he asks, “Whose number?”

“The girl at the counter,” Steve replies. “She was flirting with you.”

And that’s when the stranger tilts his head back and looses the most mesmerizing laugh that Steve’s ever heard. 

“I didn’t even notice,” the man chuckles, biting his lip as he looks down at Steve. “I was a little bit distracted by somebody else.”

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Carry On Countdown // Day eight {November 30th} // ‘Front Seats Are For People Who Haven’t Been Kidnapped By Fucking Numpties’ Day

No matter how much I actually like Fiona, there have been countless moments that I have wanted to strangle her. Right now is most definitely one of those moments.

Fiona still makes me sit in the back of her car every single time, which is something I’m pretty used to by now, but she made Snow sit next to her in the front.

Snow had chuckled when Fiona had sent me to sit in the back of her car, but that laughter had quickly turned into horror when he’d realized he was expected to sit in the front.

Snow is restless and Fiona is feeding on it. I don’t need to see Fiona’s face to know her eyes are gleaming with enjoyment.

“So instead of killing, you’re dating my nephew now,” Fiona states.

“Uh, yes,” Simon answers stiffly.

“Interesting.” Is all Fiona says back and she’s quiet for a moment. I know that she does it purely to make Snow more nervous. (It’s working.)  “Why the change of heart?”

Snow just gives her one of his classic shrugs, and for once I’m thankful for that gesture of his. “I have always been obsessed with Baz. I don’t think I ever really wanted to kill him.”

It takes me some effort to keep the corners of my mouth from moving upwards.

“Obsessed like my nephew was—and is—obsessed with you?” Fiona asks mockingly.

Snow grins and looks at Fiona. “Tell me more.”

“Well,” she begins. “He was always talking about you and your—I’m quoting him—‘stupid moles’. Now please note that ‘stupid moles’ is Basilton for ‘cute moles’.” Simon chuckles and I roll my eyes.

“He was always plotting how he would take you down. Take you down to kill you, he told me. I knew that he did mean something entirely different than killing though,” Fiona says and she then chuckles at her own words.

“Plotting?” Snow asks.

“Plotting.” Fiona confirms.

“Knew it.”

I sigh deeply. “I can’t believe you two.”

Writing Challenge part 2

OKAY IT’S ON! Here’s my reply to @prettynasty

1. That’s when I realized that there was no match for him. No one could ever make me feel like he did, no matter how hard they tried.

2. She knew her calendar like the back of her hand, always prepared for everything and everyone. However nothing could have prepared her for him.

3. He was north, she was south. He was the moon, she was the sun. Their love always present, but never allowed. 

4. And as soon as he smiled that persuasive smile, she knew. 

5.  His art was excellent - there was no other word. I felt tears in my eyes, and as I studied his work further, the tears streamed down my cheeks. I had no idea why I was crying, but I just couldn’t help myself.

6. She was haunted by his touch. It was like his hands were actually there, hovering over her, but never actually touching her. 

7. As he walked down that all too familiar street he felt a pang of nostalgia.

8. Autumn was named after her mothers favorite season. Her mother had always loved the changing of the leaves, and the promise of a new beginnings. So she named her only daughter after it. 

9. He awoke with a feeling of absence. He looked to his side, and sure enough his wife was nowhere to be found. Perplexed, he walked to the kitchen to find her in her pyjamas and a ‘kiss the chef’ apron, with flour on her nose and a grin on her face. “I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to make your favorite cookies.” 

10. And there they were, at the crack of dawn, sitting on the beach. Their friendship stronger than ever, and their hearts full of love. 

11. She looked at him, trying to make her smile look less perplexed than it probably did - however failing miserably.  

12. She considered herself rich in the best sense of the word. She had all the love she could ever wish for, and her heart was full. 

13. Her feelings for him came like thieves is the night, uninvited and unwanted. However she couldn’t deny that they were now in fact present. All she could do was decide how to deal with them. 

14. She tried to act unaffected by his cruel actions, but his words felt like a dagger in her heart. He had never loved her, only pretending to care. As he walked away, her knees gave out and she fell to the floor - broken. 

15. They sat quietly on the abandoned rooftop, watching the breathtaking sunset. No words were exchanged, or needed for that matter. They had each other, and that’s all that they cared about. His hand etched closer to hers, and he finally mustered up the courage to take her hand. His hearts was beating so hard, he thought it might break out of his chest at any minute. But the moment she laced her fingers with his, he knew. He loved her, and he would spend the rest of his life making sure that she was aware of this fact. 

16. She looked out the window of the small café, watching the heavy rain turn to a gentle drizzle. She felt content - that is until she saw him. He was standing across the road, looking straight at her. His eyes were partially covered by his now soaked hair, but she still felt his stare. After what felt like an eternity, he made his way over to the café. Her breath caught in her throat when the entrance bell rang, and he sat down across from her. He looked at her, running his hands through his wet hair. He licked his chapped lips, like he was preparing himself for the words he were about to say. “I’ve missed you”. 

17. As they walked through the mall hand in hand, he couldn’t hold back his smile. She was telling him about the bunnies that her best friend had just bought, and how she now wanted one as well. Her eyes lit up as she talked about their fluffy ears and cute little butts. He leaned down to kiss her nose, making her blush. “I love you” he said while lightly touching her cheek. She smiled and leaned up to kiss his chin. “Enough to buy me a bunny?”. He brushed his thumb across her cheek and lightly kissed her lips. “Enough to buy you all the bunnies and other fluffy creatures in the world”. 

18. They lived their lives as parallel lines, always going in the same direction, but never actually touching. 

19. They were on the phone, talking like they did every night. He was singing to her, his voice like a symphony. This was the only way she could fall asleep these days. Him being so far away was hard, so falling asleep to his beautiful voice was her favorite way of pretending that he was right there beside her. 

20. She was sitting at the huge dinner table, all alone like usual. He had promised that he would come home for dinner, but once again she had been a fool for trusting him. 

21. Considering their history she really shouldn’t have trusted her, not the slightest. However she was currently in the need of a friend, and who was she to deny anyone when she was this desperate. 

22. She came home from a long day of work, hearing her favorite sound in the whole world - her sons laughter. She put down her bag and took off her shoes and jacket. She walked to the living room to see her husband and son playing on the couch. Her heart felt so full, she thought it might explode. 

23. His thumb graced her cheek, wiping away the salty tears that she couldn’t hold i any longer. He kissed them away one by one, and held her as tight as he possibly could. His touch a reminder that she would never be alone - that she would always have him. 

24. He opened the door, walking into her room. He spotted it on his way to the bathroom, and being the curious creature he was, he just couldn’t help himself.

25.  And that’s when she knew - he had forever changed her. 

anonymous asked:

Hi, could your write something for Bokuto, Asahi and Tanaka who have a s/o that's into photography? Like what would they think of it? Would they want to be a subject for their photos or would they shy away? What if they didn't know their s/o has already taken photos of them? Either hcs or a scenario is fine, or whatever is easier for you guys! Please let me know if this is too vague, otherwise thank you, and hope you two have been well!!

as someone who is planning to major in photography, I’m very happy about this ask! - Hope


Bokuto Koutaro

  • He would fucking love it so much, all of the photographs that his s/o has scattered all over there room, prints, polaroids. some still rolled film he adores it
  • Yes he wants to be the subject and he is the subject for a lot of her projects for school
  • He would feel prideful that his s/o came to him for photos, and they always make him look so photogenic
  • I feel like he would notice pretty easily honestly, I mean Bokuto doesn’t shy away from dumb questions so “Why do you have a huge ass Polaroid camera pointed at me” was one of the first steps 
  • Come on guys he’s not completely clueless and seeing all the photo’s plastered on her walls as well as in her house in general that all have her initials at the bottom he can make some inferences
  • He’s always in awe when she makes a new print and basks her in how amazing she is and how lovely all of her photo’s are
  • He’s super supportive of her art just as she is with his sports, the two mesh very well because at least I believe that Bokuto likes art as well so he has a keen eye
  • He starts to pick out spots that he thinks his s/o would like to take pictures of and will take them their for spir of the moment dates so they can take photos
  • He really wants to learn some stuff from his s/o put for now he just has his own little polaroid that he carries around

Asahi Azumane

  • He would have to warm up to the fact that his s/o is very into photography, he is very camera shy
  • He definitely didn’t know that she had been silently taking very aesthetically pleasing pictures of him until one day he heard the sound of her phone camera go off
  • They were at a cafe and he thought that she was just going to take pictures of their food and coffee but she got him mid sip looking like a fucking god 
  • Asahi became very blushy and was super embarrassed because he didn’t think that he was anything special, especially not special enough to be in his s/o’s photos 
    • good thing he doesn’t have an instagram because theirs is full of pictures of him
  • His s/o having to break it to him that they had a shit ton of photos of asahi especially when he is playing volleyball, or just looking straight up adorable (as always)
  • He’s still slightly embarrassed but once he see’s his s/o’s prints of him he’s completely amazing at how good she was able to get them to turn out
  • He also noticed that she had a few pictures of Suga in her stash, and she had to explain that he wanted his ‘senior’ photos done and she took them for him because she would be cheeper than to hire a photographer
  • She questions if he was jealous and if she could begin to take more photos of him maybe even some photoshoots
  • He was still embarrassed but agreed to it nonetheless

Tanaka Ryuunosuke 

  • He’s more clueless than Bokuto was, he knew his s/o was into photography and all and he would often see her photos on social media but when she posted that one of him laughing with Noya he got really embarrassed
  • He’s automatically asking why she was taking photo’s of him in the first place with a huge blush on his cheeks and she explains that it was too good of an opportunity to miss and that his smile was just so cute
  • He loves her photos to say the least but he just never thought that he was going to be the one in them
  • She had taken photos of Suga and Kiyoko and Asahi (which took her forever to get to him) even some of Yamaguchi for a series she was doing but he just didn’t expect it
  • He was happy of course, and she started to open up to him more and ask him to work on projects with her and to be her subject
  • He started to get excited at his s/o’s work and seeing them in prints is his favorite thing because they just always turn out so nice
  • He also has a lot of her photos in his room and even some in frames and Saeko kind of teases him for it
  • All good things she just says that it’s cute that he has a lot of his s/o’s work 
  • He totally secretly has a photo of them together in his wallet he’s a sap and it’s adorable