but still gets him treated no matter what

I need to talk for a second about Emma’s reaction to wish!Hook. I mean, yeah, it was funny, haha, but also… I think it shows us quite a lot about them as a couple. He’s posturing and being pretty ridiculous but she doesn’t mock him, or rise to him. She’s there in the background, hiding a smile or biting back laughter and making her Emma faces, like “this idiot, oh my god”. She talks to him in that gentle voice that says she cares about him. She makes those wry, snarky remarks but in a teasing way.

The whole time, she just has this good-naturedly exasperated attitude, like “oh what have you done now”. Even if you’d never seen these two characters before, you’d know that they’re close. That she knows him and loves him, no matter what. That she understands him in a way that maybe he (or this version of him) doesn’t even understand himself. That they have the kind of relationship where they’ll tease and torment each other, but also have each other’s backs, 100%.

And it’s not even really him, and she’s aware of that, but you still get this insight into them as a couple. More than ever you can see her treating him like someone she’s really close to, and honest with, someone she knows really well and loves despite (or because of) all his quirks and flaws. It’s a lovely touch.

02:15 ; chpt. 1

→ pairing: park jimin x reader

→ genre: angst and questionable fluff??

→ words: 2,035 

→ warnings: cheating

→ summary: 02:15 that’s when he’d always go to her and when she would loose her happiness

prologue ; chapter 01 ; chapter 02

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fun idea:

be fucking mature and respectful towards the actors who choose to do stage door. they don’t have to come out after the show if they don’t want to, and the fact that some people continue to be immature and rude to them when they do is absolutely astounding to me. seeing actors at stage door is a privilege, not a right. they are not required to participate. unfortunately some people still have trouble grasping this concept. they can’t win no matter what they do, either; if they don’t do stage door, they get hateful tweets claiming that they don’t care about their fans; and if they do choose to participate, they get harassed and treated terribly. everyone loves to criticize ben platt because he barely does stage door anymore, but ever consider that the reason is because of disrespectful fans harassing him when he does? these actors don’t owe you shit, so grow the fuck up and show a little respect.

okay i’ve watched that scene in civil war where tony tries to convince steve to sign the accords a ton of times and there are just some things i need to point out as far as tony’s character goes because it’s a really good scene (look i love analyzing character behavior so)

  • this is the most obvious thing: tony’s nervous as hell. he keeps fidgeting and walking around the room throughout the entire scene because he knows that steve could make or break the situation and he really, really wants to avoid conflict and just get everything over with. he knows that, if steve refuses, the avengers could start to be torn apart, and his guilt over the charles spencer thing (and other things that weren’t entirely his fault???) will just continue to get worse
  • steve asks about pepper and you can tell that tony gets visibly more nervous–he starts stuttering, looking in the distance–because he doesn’t really like to think about what happened and he’s trying to think of a way to phrase it 
  • he says “we’re taking a break” because saying we’re “split up” is too much. remember im3??? when tony said that pepper was the one thing he can’t live without?? yeah. the thought of something he can’t live without ending is hard for him to comprehend, hence why he stuttered and thought very carefully about what to say. he doesn’t want to have a break down 
  • once again, pepper was the one thing he couldn’t live without. how this man conceals emotions (though through difficulty) i have no idea. he’s been doing it since im1 y’all
  • anyway, when he’s explaining why pepper left him, he talks about ultron and says “my fault”, right? when he does, he inhales and stops talking for a second, looking around nervously. he is on the verge of crying because of the guilt i don’t care what anybody says
  • tony stark, the man who flew through a wormhole, who stopped manufacturing weapons because they were getting in the wrong hands, who just funded a bunch of student’s projects, who has been working tirelessly to help his own mental health and that of others, feels guilty constantly. because no matter what he does right, the people who he calls friends find things to fault him–and him alone–on.
  • and then steve mentions how he knew howard stark, which is obviously a touchy subject, and tony relives the idea that his father always put captain america before him. even now, however many years since his father’s death, tony still feels like he lives in the shadow of steve rogers (which doesn’t really help the situation because everyone on that team seems to treat tony’s opinions like they don’t matter??? besides rhodey maybe??? and nat sometimes)
  • and that’s kind of what triggers tony to be more or less angry and annoyed. “sometimes i want to punch you in your perfect teeth” and all that
  • but he doesn’t want to see cap gone. you see, tony gets annoyed with steve rogers sometimes (a lot of times, even), but he still thinks of him as an honest to god friend. he doesn’t want the accords to split them apart–that’s the last thing he wants to do, but guilt, as it usually does, starts to overrun his mind
  • the guilt tony stark puts upon himself is almost like a routine, a ritual. when something bad happens, everyone–even people on his own team–find a way to put all the blame on him. at this point, he just assumes that everything is his fault and he’s responsible for all of the avengers’ actions, hence why he believes the accords are so important in the first place.
  • tony stark thinks that the avengers are just his responsibility and that he should be held accountable for every little thing that happens
  • that’s like??? really messed up??
  • when steve grabs a pen and says that it’s possible, you can see how much more relaxed tony gets, how his eyes light up. because maybe, just maybe, the avengers won’t cause any more problems and he won’t have to be guilty anymore and he won’t be a problem anymore
  • once again, this is the mindset tony stark has gotten into. that he’s a problem.
  • so he explains how he’ll make things work out, how he’ll help steve’s friend, how he’ll keep everyone safe. he’s thought about this long and hard beforehand. 
  • tony stark wants to keep the avengers safe because he knows to be cautious over the government after what happened with hydra and everything two years before
  • but when he mentions wanda, steve changes his mind. says that, no matter what good he thinks will come from tony, he always makes a mistake along the road. tells tony how keeping wanda in one place is ridiculous
  • and, when they argue over this, that little smirk that pops up on tony’s lips–when he tries to explain that there are worse ways of keeping someone confined–that’s because he knows that no one ever seems to realize what he’s doing. he’s not confining wanda just for the heck of it–it’s because he wants to keep her safe
  • that’s all tony stark has ever wanted to do, but no one seems to believe him.
  • tony knows that there are people who want to put wanda maximoff in prison, who want to lock her up, even though she’s only a teenager. and he realizes that what she did wasn’t intended, that she wasn’t at fault, and that the best way to keep her safe is to keep her in one spot until the situation calms down
  • she messed with his mind and the minds of his friends just a year before, mind you. and yet, he forgave her
  • steve doesn’t realize what tony’s trying to do. he doesn’t realize how much tony cares for her–for all of them–and how he will do nearly anything to keep the people he loves safe. 
  • in im3, he was in a similar situation. he built dozens of suits because he wanted to protect pepper and didn’t want to go far from home because he wanted to protect pepper and–when the mandarin attacked his house–he called her and apologized for putting her in harms way
  • the thing that tony stark consistently feels (besides guilt) is a need to protect the people he holds close to his heart. 
  • but the other avengers often fail to realize that.
  • so when steve is saying that wanda is just a kid, telling him that what he’s doing is wrong, tony breaks for a second and yells.
  • “give me a break!”
  • steve doesn’t realize tony’s intentions. he doesn’t realize the immense guilt and anxiety that comes from tony’s inner demons. he doesn’t realize how tony constantly, constantly feels that he won’t be able to save the people he loves unless he goes to extensive measures. none of them do.
  • all tony wants is for them to understand.
  • so when tony regains his calmness and says that he’s trying to save them from something worse, he means it. because–if the avengers aren’t put in check, if wanda isn’t protected–then maybe he won’t be able to save any of them next time.
  • and when steve walks out of the room, tony is close to tears again.
  • no one ever seems to understand.
You’re a piece of shit

Richie Tozier x Female!Reader 

Word count: 1214 (it seems shorter than that. what the heck?? anyway)

Requested: Yes, by @fangirlyyy22 

“can you do a richie x reader where the reader and him had a fight and she heard that he called her a mean thing so she goes to the boys locker room to fight him about it”

Summary: So, you and Richie are friends. You have a fight with Richie then after he says some mean things about you and you go confront him about it and it just upsets you and stuff and yeah 

Side note: ehhh idrk what to make them fight about so it’s really random

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

No Richie! You don’t get an opinion!”. It was the first period of the day and you were to busy standing in the hallway arguing with Richie about your dad. Your dad has been drinking for a while now, on the path to being an alcoholic and Richie was being horrible. Telling you that your father was going to become a drunk and stop caring about you and only caring about himself. He sounded so cruel. Why was he being so mean?

Richie and you have been for a while. As mentioned earlier, you dad has been drinking a lot lately. You told Richie and he just blew up. Why? You get that your dad becoming an alcoholic isn’t a great thing but thats your problem. He was totally blowing it out of proportion.

“Don’t you dare talk about my father like that” you hissed.  

“Whatever” he scoffed and turned away. Asshole. But you figured he would probably drop the subject later on. 

It was the middle of the day and you on your way to your fourth class when you went passed Eddie.

“Hey Eddie” you beamed.

“NO! WHAT? NOTHING” he replies.

You laughed at his sudden reaction. “What was that” you smiled. 

“Uh, nothing! Oh look at that. I’m late for class. Sorry Y/N, gotta run bye!”. He was being weird. Or…Weirder.

“Wait” you grabbed his arm. “You’re acting strange, what’s going on?”.

“Nothing! Everything’s fine! Ha ha ha!”. Yep, there’s was definitely something going on. 

“Eddie, hurry up. Tell me whats going”. He quickly shook his head. “Tell me right now or I’m gonna sneeze on you!”

“OKAY! Okay!” he inhaled,“Richie is telling everyone about your dad and that he’s pathetic and useless and you’re gonna end up just like him”, finally exhaled. Jesus, Eddie spoke fast when he was nervous “OHHHHHHHH my gOD, I can’t breathe”. 

You were just standing there trying to process what he just said, trying to catch on every word. Then you snapped back to reality. “What?” you asked clearly angry. “Where is he” you asked calmly trying to contain your anger.

He didn’t answer. “Eddie, where is he?” Still no answer. “I’m gonna sneeze on you!”

“LOCKER ROOM! He’s in the boys locker room! Oh, damn it” he cursed himself.

You marched straight to the boys locker room knowing fully well that you weren’t allowed to go there. But that didn’t matter. How dare he talk about you and your father like that? You felt hurt, angry and betrayed. You were supposed to be friends. Friends don’t treat other like that.

As soon as you arrived at the boys locker room you didn’t hesitate to storm right in to look for Richie.

“Holy fuck, Y/N! What are you doing here!?” a boy asked quickly covering himself. “You can’t be in here!”.

“Where’s Richie” you demanded. As if on cue you heard him laughing behind a set of lockers. “Mother fucker” you said to yourself.

You turned and walked to the other side and slammed a locker door shut to get his attention. “Richie, what the fuck!”

“Y/N? What are you doing in here?”

“Telling the whole world that my dad is a drunk? That he’s pathetic? That I’m gonna end up just like him? Are you serious?” you questioned feeling tears build up at the brim of your eyes. “Richie, I thought we were friends” you spoke more quietly now.

He walked up to you putting his hands on your shoulders, “Y/N, we are friends”. You slapped his hands away. 

“No. We’re obviously not. Friends don’t treat each other like this. You’re a piece of shit” you told him coldly, looking at him right in the eye, then leaving. All the boys were a bit shocked about what they just witnessed.

It was still halfway through the day but you just wanted to go home. You were angry and upset and didn’t want to deal with anyone else throughout the day. So, you went to the office to tell them that you were really sick and that you needed to go home. Thank goodness they let you off. 

When you finally arrived home you crashed on your bed and just cried quietly. You just laid there on the bed then fell asleep from feeling tired. Maybe you weren’t really. But you fell asleep to kill time, perhaps.

You woke up to knocking at your door. You checked your clock which read 4:30. So it wasn’t your dad, because he comes much later. Dragging yourself down stairs you open the door to the last person you wanted to see today.

“No” you huffed closing the door, 

“Y/N, wait” he asked stopping the door. You waited. “I, um, bought you some of your favorite treats” he told you holding out a bag that had ‘I’m sorry for being an ass’ written at the front. You snatched the bag. 

“Okay. Thanks. Bye” you tried closing the door again but his foot stopped it from moving.

“Please let me explain myself, Y/N. Then I’ll leave”. You nodded widening the door.


“I didn’t mean what I said about your dad”. You scoffed. “No, I mean it. In fact, I wasn’t talking about your dad at all in a way”. He pushed up his glasses that were falling off the bridge of his nose. “I was really just….. talking about my own parents. But took it out on your dad”.

You felt your whole posture soften. 

“Saying that your dad is pathetic. That he’s going to stop caring about you. I’m not talking about your dad at all, Y/N. I was talking about my own parents. But I took out the way I feel about them on your dad. It’s not fair to you, because you don’t deserve that. And neither does your dad. I know he’s a great guy and I’m sorry”.

You nodded, processing what Richie just told you. “What about what you said, about me? How you said I’ll end up like my dad? Become an alcoholic?” you questioned.

He sniffed and looked at his feet in shame. “I was talking about myself” he answered softly. You’re heart broke. How could he think about himself like that? He was so much more than that.

“But it’s no excuse. I was being an asshole and I laid it all on your father and you. I told everyone what I said isn’t true. But I’m really sorry. And if you don’t want to be my friend anymore” he sniffed, “then it’s okay. I get it”. 

He turned to walked away when you pulled him back for a hug. You hugged him tight rubbing soothing circles on his back. Then pulled away.

“Of course I still want to be your friend. I mean, you are an asshole” you chuckled. “But you’re still my best friend, and regardless of your stupidity, I love you no matter what”.

He gave you another hug whispering thank you’s. 

“Do you wanna come in? We can eat the treats and watch movies?” you suggested.

“Fuck yes” he answered.

“Oh, and Richie?”

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“If you’re parents become to much for you. You’re always welcome here to stay. Any time you want”.

“Thank you” he smiled.

anonymous asked:

How bout the Rfa with a Mc that's always lived in poverty so they feel really out of place around them at times and don't feel like their good enough? Cause as far as I know their all are rich (except Yoosung I guess) or at least very well off.

Sounds good to me!


He feels quite bad when you first tell him

★ But he understands, his parents tried not to spoil him too much so he would know the value of money.

★ He definitely had friends in school who always had the coolest stuff that he couldn’t buy from his pocket money

★ Even though is parents tried to teach him otherwise, he’ll try his best to treat you

★ Before he met you, he invested his spare money on LOLOL or equipment for his computer


★ He’ll try to secretly save up money so he could buy you something expensive


📱 Oh boi, he knows. I knows how that is and he hates that you had to go through a similar thing as he himself after he ran away from home.

📱 Poor guy could barely even pay rent

📱 And even though he now does make a living with acting, he’s still so used to take care of his money. He absolutely doesn’t want to live like he did back then, ever again

📱 He still definitely feels weird when he sees how Jumin throws around with money like it had no value at all.

📱 He’ll treat you. He will definitely take you out for dinner, or a spa.

📱 if you ask him to bring you some lotion, shampoo or conditioner, on his way home he will always bring you the most expensive and highest quality stuff he can find


♛ Okay, CEO-In-Line has no clue what it’s like without much money.

♛ And he’ll feel bad that he can’t really understand you

♛ But Oh boiiii, he will 100% get you ANYTHING you want

♛ It doesn’t matter if you already have 27 dresses in the same colour, he’ll get you another one.

♛ He will 100% refuse to let you work for anything

♛ He’s gonna spoil you more than you could even imagine

♛ How can someone have so much money????

♛ When you walk past some store while you’re on a walk and you just seem like you’d like to have it…. He will get it.

♛ Honestly, he doesn’t even realise that you may feel a bit uncomfortable with all of this because you’re not used to getting spoiled this much

♛ But he’ll make sure you know it’s the very least he can do to make up for your past


☆ Well our defender of justice obviously has quite a bit of money. Maybe not as much as Jumin, but he’s well above middle class.

☆ He knows how it is not to have much money as well as Zen but unlike Zen, he would spend his money single handed on his “babies” and upgrading his computers if Vanderwood didn’t stop him.

☆ Honestly? He didn’t really know what else to spend his money on.

☆ You’d expect him to spoil the shit out of you now but you’re wrong.

☆ Saeyoung doesn’t like to buy things for the love of his life. He doesn’t find it personal enough. He prefers self-made stuff as it shows his dedication towards you.

☆ Of course, if you really need or want something, he’ll buy you whatever.

☆ But instead, he’ll just be the massive dork he is.

☆ “Hey, princess, I made you a bath!!”

☆ The bath is full of money.

☆ Saeyoung keeps all his money in cash and now it’s in a bathtub.

☆ Ready for you to take a bath in!

☆ “Honey look, you can feel like Jumin now!!”


☼ Look, he’s really well off. But he never brags about it.

☼ If humble were a person, that person would be Jihyun.

☼ You don’t even feel too bad around him because he lives like a normal person.

☼ But he noticed that you feel odd when Jumin talked about getting Elizabeth another collar for millions of dollars.

☼ So when you tell him about your past…

☼ He’ll just smile at you

☼ He’ll tell you this is all in the past and it doesn’t matter

☼ He’ll tell you, you have all the support from everyone and that you don’t need to feel bad about anything

☼ Jihyun will get you nice things every now and then, but honestly he won’t go over the top at all. But he’ll tell you everything that belongs to him, is also yours.

☼ He just wants both of you to live a normal, average life.

Baby Daddy

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


Imagine: You discovered you’re pregnant with Klaus’ baby and has to tell your siblings, Damon and Stefan. 


Word Count: 1228

“Are you sure you can do this? Tell your brothers you’re pregnant?”

It was a tough question to answer. You spent a whole month thinking and trying to find the strength to work it out. But, somehow, time did not make it easy. Actually, you were more anxious than ever. You knew exactly how your siblings, Damon and Stefan, would react. Especially when you tell them who the father is. Only imagining it made you feel like throwing up. 

“No. I’m so scared it hurts.”

“I’ll be with you.”

“Not sure if that helps, Klaus.”

So, Klaus Mikaelson was your baby daddy. You and him had thing for each other since the first day you met. Of course, you were not able to tell anyone. He was obsessed on killing Elena to break some sort of curse and did so many bad things to archive his goal that all your friends would think you were crazy to love him. So you hid it. From everyone. Until… Well, right now. 

Klaus grabbed your hand and, through soft strokes, tried to calm you down. He had been weirdly sweet to you since he found out. Which reminded you the night you discovered you were pregnant. You busted into his house to let him know the news. Deep down you wanted an answer. Why you, out of everyone, had to get knocked up by the hybrid. The only thought in your mind was “man, that’s bad luck.” 

“Should we get in now, Y/N?”

“No. I mean, yes. We should.”

“Then let’s go.”

You stopped, staring deep into his blue eyes.

“Thank you for doing this with me.”

“I feel like I should. It’s my child and, sort of, my fault you’re in this.”

“Not entirely your fault.” You giggled. “Let’s get in. Before I lost the courage.”

The Mikaelson smiled and you sighed, remembering the night he made you his. It was pouring rain and you were stuck inside the Mystic Grill. A shot of whiskey was sitting in front of you, half drank, while you were lost in thoughts. Most of them revolved around how annoying Damon had been. You were lucky he had not followed you there. 

A couple drinks later, Niklaus showed up, with his small talk and captivating light. Since you were way more loose from the alcohol, you just let it go. When you came down to yourself, you were naked, gasping and laughing with the blond. It was definitely an unforgettable night.

“Damon? Stefan? Are you guys home?”

A month later, the morning sickness started, which got you worried, because vampires don’t normally throw up out of nothing. Surely the pregnancy thought never occurred to you, at least not until the witch you found to help said so. She stated you were part of some sort of prophecy. However, from the minute you heard you were carrying a baby, nothing else mattered. There was a little person inside of you. Growing. A child conceived by you with an Original. 

You left the witch talking to herself and went to your baby daddy’s house. Klaus was painting, furiously, but he stopped the minute he saw you. His blue eyes confused. Shyly, you told him what you had discovered. Then he laughed, almost screaming you were a fake.

I don’t have to lie to you, Niklaus. Especially about this. I am carrying a child. And it is yours. You don’t have to be a part of this baby’s life if you don’t want to. Just know it’s here.”  You softly replied, leaving before he could retort. 

Little time had passed till Elijah came to you, assuring he would talk to his brother and get him to embrace fatherhood. Although you were too hurt by what the Original Hybrid had said, you nodded, accepting it. You knew Klaus would never cave in and come to apologise. That’s why you got so surprised by his presence later in your doorstep, claiming he truly wanted to get to know you and his child.

“I’m here.” Both Damon and Stefan answered.

“Please, come here a second.”

Your nightmare was about to become real. You shuddered a little and squeezed Klaus’ hand strongly, looking for support. Damon entered the living room first, followed closely by Stefan. Their skin lost a few tones, if that was possible.

“What is he doing here?”

“Damon, just listen to me.”

“No, tell me right now.”

“He’s here with me.”

“Why? Is he your boyfriend or something?”

“Yes. I mean, he’s something.”

“Y/N, what have you done?” Stefan asked, slowly. “I know that face. I lived with it for a hundred years. Spill the beans.”

“Hum. I’m… I’m… Baby. Me. Klaus. Daddy.” You babbled, insecure.

“What do you mean?” Damon questioned, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows raised. “Stop playing games, for fuck’s sake.”

“Okay. I’m pregnant.” You whispered.

“I beg your pardon?” Stefan widened his eyes. “You’re what?”

“Pregnant. With Klaus’ child. That’s why I’ve been acting so weird lately. There’s a baby growing inside of me. I’m almost four months.”

“Are you crazy?” Damon screamed. “You’re a vampire. Vampires don’t get knocked up. And you slept with the enemy? Really? Is his…”

“Shut up!” Tears were already rolling down your face. “I love him. And he loves me. We know that for awhile now. I was just so scared…”

“I can’t believe that. You’re such a bitch.”

“Damon, she is out sister. Stop taking your frustrations over her.”

“No, she deserves it. He fucking tried to kill Elena! Murdered Jenna! Sent Tyler away! And she still let him in her pants.”

“You should shut up, mate. I’m not going to let you treat your sister like that. We don’t do that to family. No matter what they have done.”

“Look who’s talking: the person who daggers his siblings whenever he’s mad enough.”

“Damon, please.” You pleaded, your voice affected by the sobbing. “I just wanted you to be okay with this. I’m having your nephew, or niece. It’s family.”

“Hell no, you chose a psychopath over your family. And you didn’t even have the gut to tell us.”

“I was scared!”

The electric blue eyed vampire shook his head and, fast enough, he was gone, leaving you crying and devastated. 

“Look, Y/N, he’ll forgive you. I’ll make sure of that. I don’t know what you saw in Klaus, but if he makes you happy, fine by me. And this child you bearing… Count with me for everything,” Stefan stated, wiping the tears from your eyes. “I’ll be here for you.”

“I just wanted…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll go after him.”

“I’m sorry.”

Klaus squeezed you against his chest, as Stefan went after Damon. The second you were all alone, you allowed yourself to cry even harder against the Mikaelson’s shirt, leaving it wet. He only stroke your hair and stayed silent, respecting your pain.

“Can I ask you something?" 

"Anything, love.”

“Promise you’ll be with me. For as long as I’m carrying this baby.”

“I promise. Nobody can drag me away from you. Or her.” He guaranteed, touching your belly.


“It’s girl. I can feel it.”

“Nah, I bet it’s boy.”

“We’ll see.”

You giggled, grasping his shirt and kissing him passionately. As he pulled you closer, you knew that, no matter what happened, he would be by your side and live up to his promise. 

It’s All Fun & Games (pt. 2)

( ‘till somebody loses their mind )

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Drabbles

Summary: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
Genre: Angst/Fluff, Fake Dating!AU
Word Count: 5,643


The following week after you and Jungkook have agreed to fake a relationship is met with complete radio silence, neither one of you reaching out to the other. Or necessarily feeling the need to.

You try not to think too deeply about this. After all, the unspoken terms you and Jungkook have settled upon in the formation of this unlikely partnership have been to fake romantic feelings and adoration for each other when (and only when) it was needed. Only when friends needed to see and hear the pair of you interacting. Given that Hoseok hasn’t been bothering you much about the relationship, you hadn’t felt the need to send a text over to Jungkook. And since he hasn’t texted you, you can only assume that Taehyung isn’t giving him much of a hard time about this either.

For now.

It isn’t until the second week after the ‘first date’ that Hoseok finally decides to bring him up over Saturday breakfast, where he is participating in his early morning video game routine and you have just started to eat your freshly prepared breakfast sandwich.

“So how’s Jungkook doing?”

You choke on the egg of your meal. “What?”

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(My anime/Yuri!!! on Ice blog is @viktorkatsuki for reblogs and stuff but I’m posting my hcs here with my main url.)

My personal headcanon: most of the time in bed, Viktor is a needy, demanding, eager-to-please power sub, and Yuuri is his loving, soft, gentle but firm, possessive dom. They switch, change things up and try new things, but this is the default that they fall into, it’s the most comfortable for them, it’s how they make love to each other. 

Like, I don’t even mean in the way of kinks. I don’t even think they would get into anything crazy sexually at first–Yuuri is inexperienced and they seem to both be content with their relationship developing at a pace that works for them. I mean that they have this super interesting dynamic that I’ve been trying so hard to explain, but it’s kind of complex in my mind and that’s why it’s so fascinating to me. I love their dynamic so much because of how hard it is to define, but as usual, I feel a pressing need to try to define it somewhat. Anywho.

Yuuri is shy, gentle and hesitant, but he’s also becoming more and more aware that he is more than able to be clear with Viktor about what he wants from him, to tell Viktor that he wants him to be his alone (”keep your eyes on me” etc). This shift happens around episode six, when Yuuri shifts from saying he wants to seduce Viktor, to grabbing his hands, leaning up to Viktor’s face and telling him very directly that he wants Viktor to keep his eyes on him. “This performance is for you,” Yuuri seems to be saying. 

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Bts reaction when their s/o parents don’t support her being and idol and treat her bad?

These are probably not that great haha but enjoy!!

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Originally posted by ksjknj

(Ignore his crown lol)

It would bother him if anything. It shouldn’t matter if you are an idol or if you were something else your parents should support you. He does understand where your parents are coming from but what matters is that your happy, healthy, and doing what you love and being absolutely great at it. He’s heard the way they speak to, the way they look down at you for being something that they didn’t want but he’s going to let you know that it’s going to be ok and that he’s for. “They hate me,” you mumbled hanging up the phone, but he still heard you. “They don’t hate you y/n,” “yes they do namjoon, did you not just hear what they said to me!” you threw your phone on the bed and you followed after landing on it with a puff. “Why can’t they just be proud of me.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears and namjoon was quick to come to your aid and hold you in his arms. “Don’t cry baby, it’s ok.” You shook your head and sniffled a bit. “It’s not ok, I’m not ok,” you cried. “I know but it will be, they’ll come around.” He wipes the tear that rolls down your cheek “what if they don’t?” “Then that’s their mistake and I’ll be here for your supporting you like I’ve always been.”


Originally posted by jiminahhh

Knowing that your parents don’t support you because of your choice being an idol would bug him, but when telling him that they treated you badly because of it would really upset him. How does one treat their own child that way and all because the choice you made? It would bug him that you act like you are ok with what they think of you. Jin knows you’re not, ands he’s going to show you that if they won’t support you he will and always had. “Y/n,” he holds your face gently in his hands wiping away the almost dry tear tracks from your cheeks. “What did I do wrong?” “Nothing, you did nothing wrong,” He smiles softly and kisses your head. “But jin,-” “but nothing y/ they need to see that this is what you wanted and that they should be proud of you.” You forced a soft smile that quickly faltered. “I’m here, even if they won’t be.” “What if they never support me?” Jin wouldn’t know what to tell you at first but would hold you close to comfort you more. “Then they’re not very good parents are they?” he half jokes. “Jin,” “I’m sorry I know but its kinda true.” You couldn’t argue with that really, but you didn’t like bad mouthing them, even if they treated you the way they did. “I don’t mean to be mean y/n but you don’t need them if they’re going to be like this towards you.” His head falls on yours and you could feel his arms around you tighten a bit. “You have everyone else to love and support you, you have me.”


Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi understands the feeling. Not having the support you needed, wanted, it really sucks. At this time you would say that your family wasn’t on good terms with, like he was before. Yoongi knows what that’s like to. Despite being treated badly and having your parents support, you tried hard for them. To be happy. To have them be proud. He’s been through it all and understands. He’s grateful for all that he has now, but seeing you struggle little by little because the lack of support from your parents would hurt him. Yoongi sees how hard you work, even for them and he’s going to let you know that they’re lucky to have such a talented child such as you. “I don’t understand yoongi,” a small sigh escaped your lips. ‘‘I know this isn’t what they wanted for me but-” you paused dragging your lower lip between your teeth. “Why can’t they just be there for me?” You let your head fall onto his shoulder and he soon has his arm around you. “Because they don’t understand y/n” You look up at yoongi, “Parents think they know what’s best for you, what makes you happy and a lot of the time they’re right I’ll admit that but there are times you have to prove them wrong.” He look up from his lap and at you with a slanted smile. “You got the talent and the passion for this, show them that even if they don’t come around you can do this without em’ because you us, you have me, and your fans.” You smile fondly at him and peck is lips, “Most importantly me,” he says making you giggle a bit. “Thank you yoongi.”


Originally posted by hobioppa

Baffled. He’d be absolutely baffled of the fact the you treated like that because of your dreams becoming and idol. Who does that? Are they crazy? Granted he didn’t have support either in the beginning but he was never treated like they didn’t care. They just needed to give it time. Not getting support is something he still doesn’t really understand but being treated badly? Hoseok wouldn’t eve be able to wrap his mind around that. He sees how much this would bug you yet you sometimes put on an act. If anything thing he’s gonna be you’re biggest supporter. He’s already claimed the spot for number one fan so why not. “Y/n I know it sucks but I’m here!” He has that cute grin on his face doing some  odd dance to make you smile. “You know that right?” “I do hobi,” his grin falters to a kinder smile. “Good, I’ll make sure you get the support that you deserve and love to, but not just from me, my family loves you to.” Hoseok sits by you and bring you in close to kiss your cheek. “They’re going to be proud of you I promise, just give it some time.”


Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Jimin would probably be a bit angered knowing that your parents treated you badly. He wouldn’t like the fact that they didn’t give you their support either. That’s something he’ll never understand. Aren’t parents supposed to encourage their young ones and step all over their dreams? What happened to “I love you no matter what?” Or “I believe in you,” stuff like that. Jimin would let it get to him a bit because he cares so much bout yo and would ramble on about how you deserve better. “Who needs them anyway?” he huffs. “Jimin that’s not nice I do.” “Ok I didn’t mean that but still, aren’t you upset about this?” You shrugged a bit “I am but they’re still my parents and I love them. Even if we don’t quite get along at the moment.” You could feel his eyes on you, you knew what he was thinking. “they still shouldn’t have done that to you,” he says quietly. “I know, but I think they’re just scared of what could happen to me, I know they still care.” “So you forgive them?” You shrugged again. You weren’t even sure if this is something to be forgiven or to just be left alone. “Oh well no matter, I’ll love and support you like never before.”


Originally posted by ladymaysworld

Taehyung would be surprised. How can anybody treat you so? Having knowledge of them not supporting you as well would make him sad. Parents are supposed to love you and cheer you on so why don’t they? He knows you care about them but whenever you bring them  up you have this sad look to your face. Taehyung doesn’t to see you upset at the thought of them so he would do anything to have you smile. “Babe, can you look at me please?” His deep voice calls sweetly to as his thumb caresses the top of your hand. “Don’t be so upset, I know it must not be a great feeling but they still love you,” You chew at the inside of your cheek looking down again. “I just want them to be proud,” you pulled yourself up and hugged him. “I know you do, but they still don’t change I’m still going to be your biggest supporter, ok?” you nodded and nuzzled you head in the cook of his neck. “I love you,” “I love you to.”


Originally posted by jungkookpresent

This boy here would be utterly lost when you told him about your parents. He’d probably have a hard time believing or understanding the way you’ve been treated. Until he experienced it that is. Let’s just say the video call wasn’t all smiles and laughs. Hearing the way they spoke so harshly at you would have him in shock. Why do you put up with this? How? “I hope you know what they said isn’t true,” Jungkook would sit by you and hold your hand in his. “They don’t mean anything, their words I mean.” You knew he was trying to cheer you up but you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. “But I’m just a disappointment to them.” Jungkook’s eyes widen from your word and tears and hold your face in his hands so you could look at him. “No, no, no you’re not y/n you are not a disappointment.” He tries to calm you but isn’t sure what else to do. “Then why?” “I don’t now,” he says. He really doesn’t, there should be no reason for you to be treated that way. “It’s ok, I’m here.”

Hope you liked it ☺
Much love~💖


In case you were wondering what happened to Alex’s backbone in season eleven, 
apparently he left it somewhere in season ten.

silcatian  asked:

For UF, SF, HT, and MT skelebros, how would they react if their s/o liked being in contact with them a lot. Walking together down the street, they hold his hand. Laying down on the couch or in bed, they go to bury themselves in his arms. When asked about why they do this they reply, "Because I feel safe when I'm with you. I can fully relax and know that no harm will ever come to me as long as you're here."

* Also, sorry bae I don’t do Horrortale
* If any one of y’all imagine hoes out there wanna pick that up for me, you’re welcome to!!

Context: Early stages of their relationship.


He gets flustered very easily by casual affection, but as long as it isn’t too smothering or dramatic, he’ll accept it silently even as blush creeps up his face. He’s not one for actively initiating physical affection even as he actively craves it so he secretly really enjoys the fact that his S/O does this. It takes a long while for him to actually ask because he’s afraid that if he mentions it, he’ll make things awkward and they’ll stop doing it. So for a long while, he just silently reciprocates whenever his S/O initiates affection. He only eventually asks because he was spiralling one night and wondering why the hell they’re even with him and why they seem to like his company so much. What do they want from him? It’s after their response that their relationship moves to another level of closeness. His S/O trusts him, feels safe around him. Holy shit. If that doesn’t make him more protective than ever, I don’t know what will. He gets more touchy, slowly initiating more and more physical affection himself because he wants to keep them close. He knows he’s not the most ideal romantic partner, but keeping that safe? That he can do.


He adores the way they openly show affection to him, pulling them close whenever they snuggle up. But like his brother, he won’t actively initiate physical affection and in fact rarely ever will even in later stages of the relationship. In a relationship with Boss, he will automatically try to take care of his S/O and having them be affectionate in this way really immerses him in the role of the protector, making him feel wanted and important. Their response only further cements this mentality. He will take care of his S/O like no other, being firm but loving as he tries to tend to all their needs, wants and obligations. He’s the kind of boyfriend to memorise your schedules and try to make it easier for you in any way he can. It will come out pretty loud and angry but he’ll make you keep to any meds you have, food, sleep, etc.


He is very flattered by the way they so openly show their affection for him. It gives him quite an ego boost, thinking that their affection for him is so strong that they can’t resist showing it so frequently. He pretends to be above their gentle affection but reciprocates in small but obvious ways to show that he really does appreciate it. When he finds out the reason, he drops the holier than thou act somewhat. He is very genuinely touched by their blatant trust in him and his abilities. Their response initiates a closer level of understanding and gentleness towards his S/O and is the beginning of Sans opening up and being more sincere with his S/O rather than focusing on his imagine in front of them. He gets very protective and defensive of his S/O, especially because now he thinks he is expected to be.


He’s pretty jumpy from their casual affection at first because um??? the person he likes???? keeps?? showing??? him???? affection????? He shyly returns their affections when they do so, trying to work up the nerves to initiate the affection first as well. He honestly still can’t believe they’re actually dating, definitely doubting their feelings for him. Not because he thinks they’re lying, no. He just has a hard time believing it. That is why he asks. And their response completely blows him out of the water. On one hand, he has an even harder time digesting that and letting it sit. On the other hand, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He feels so wanted and trusted and loved and just slightly overwhelmed with how much he wants to return their affection. He promises them and himself then, that he won’t let them down. He’s willing to throw everything he’s got away to keep them safe and happy.


He loves their quiet and affectionate nature. Thinks it’s really cute and a lovely peaceful change of pace from the rest of his lifestyle. In fact, it’s exactly the relationship he felt he had been looking for all this time. He’ll practically drown himself in his S/O’s affection, returning it full force and then some. He thinks that if someone can be so affectionate with him like this, he probably isn’t that bad a guy, right? When he finds out the reason for their affections, he gets pretty emotional. After all the things he’s done, everything that he still does, they still trust him this much? He’s always considered their safety when he goes on jobs. After this, it’s pretty much ensured because knowing they put so much faith in him, he absolutely can never ever no matter what let them down. He’d dust everyone in the area and then himself before he lets anyone come close to them. They’ll never come to harm, not someone so wonderful, not someone who makes him feel clean again. He gets even more careful with covering his tracks so as to not lead back to his S/O. He also gets twice as touchy, and tries to treat them extra cheesy romantically for awhile. Unfortunately, his energy runs out at some point and he reverts back to normal lazy romantic with occasional bursts of cheesy romance when he has the energy to.


This actual literal cinnamon roll loves every ounce of affection he recieves from anyone, especially the person he loves. Start of the relationship or not, the intensity and blatantness of his affection never wavers. People tend to see him as scary and intimidating because of his job so he loves the fact that his S/O has no qualms about snuggling up to him. He goes completely starry eyed at their confession, physical affection increasing in frequency and intensity by 9999999. He already loves showing off in front of his S/O as a display of strength. The fact that they think of him so highly, to be able to protect them, really bolsters his self confidence in his capabilities. But it also gives him some pressure and anxiety. What if he’s not good enough? What if he can’t keep them safe all the time? What if something really happens? He ends up enlisting his entire gang to help keep his S/O safe. 

anonymous asked:

Good luck on your new blog! Hope it will be a good experience for the both of you. Since I'm not surehow much characters you take per ask, any TFP autobot/s of your choice finding out, that seemingly young adult bot!Reader is the oldest bot on team (as if in almost Alpha Trion old)?

First ask! Fuck yes! I’m weak for TFP, so I’m beyond happy rn. Thank you for being the first request, love! I hope you don’t mind if I do just about all the bots! First request, gotta be overly enthusiastic.

Optimus Prime

- It’s probably not long until he finds out. Either he figures it out through your “old person” humor(according to the humans) or other, he’s the first to realize how old you actually are.

- Of course, this doesn’t really change his opinion of you at all. This is a war, there isn’t much time to be all “holy slag, they’re actually thousands of years older than me. im like a baby compared to them!”

- But he does have a little moment like that in his own private time. 

- He does try to be a bit more respectful of you than before, and as much as he doesn’t want it to be, it’s obvious. 

- Finds anyone else’s reactions to you being on the older side entertaining. He especially laughs if it was a huge thing for the bot who found out.(coughcoughsmokescreen)


- “I know.”

- He could probably tell from any medical scans he’s done on you. Someone your age has a completely different internal composition than most, and being Ratchet’s been in the game for quite a while too, he could tell the difference between a young bot and old bot.

- It doesn’t stop him from being surprised once he gets exactly how old you are.

- He offers to be your old man griping buddy. Needless to say, you have a new friend to complain to, just like he has to you. Old bot squad.


- He flips his shit. 

- You can barely translate his rapid beeping, barely managing to get a “What!? I’ve been treating you like someone my age and you told me nothing!?”

- Once you get him to chill down a bit, he gets embarrassed about flipping out. No matter if you’re old as dirt or as young as Smokescreen, you’re still the same bot. 

- He does point out you’re surprisingly pretty for your age, though. No offense meant. 

- Once he finds out, he keeps the information above anyone else who doesn’t know’s heads. Specifically Smokescreen. 


- “… Are you kidding?”

- Most of all, Arcee’s probably third most chill on the teammate spectrum. She probably finds out on a mission or other, where you manage to understand a joke in old cybertronian and laugh your ever-loving aft off. She’s confused as to how you understand that humor until you actually explain just how old you are.

- She actually thought you were younger than her. Turns out she’s wrong, but oh well. 

- Tries not to make a big deal out of it, ends up successful. Has a lot more respect for you than before, just by realizing how much of the war you’ve actually seen. She’s someone else to gripe to if you ever need it.


- Surprisingly unaffected at first.

- It kicks in an hour later when he suddenly looks up whiile in the base and goes “wait, what?”

- He’s surprised, just like most of the others. If he thought you were younger than him, he might be a little awkward at first. But after getting used to the information, he chills out a bit. 

- Bulkhead just doesn’t give a fuck after that initial 2 days of letting the information process. You’re still you, what does age change?

Ultra Magnus

- He gives you a look. It kind of screams a mix of “are you kidding” and “It’s not hard to believe this but I’m having trouble.”

- Magnus, once actually confirmed this by someone else, goes up to you and blatantly asks just how old you are. 

- You look him dead in the eye and reply “Old as dirt.”

- He doesn’t get it at all.

- Ultra Magnus is glad to know there’s another soldier with plenty of experience, and if you just so happened to be one of the most respectful soldiers out of Team Prime, his opinion doesn’t change much. If you’re childish, on the other hand… 


- “WHAT.”

- He thought you were his age. Please save this poor boy.

- But, you’re so young-looking! And you’re not at all grumpy or stern!(or at least not very much). How could you be older than Ratchet of all bots?

- He doesn’t mean for it to sound rude, but it kind of does. 

- Smokey gets it after you give him a look. Apologizes while scratching the back of his neck; you can’t really blame him for being surprised, can you?

- You’re pretty sure he doesn’t want to hang out with you after that, so you leave him be. That is, until he comes to you proposing yet another rule-breaking race.

- Safe to say his opinion hasn’t changed much.


- Not a fuck given. Where did they go? Out the window. 

- “Alright.” 

- There’s not much else than that. If his opinion changed of you at all, you wouldn’t be able to tell unless you’re reaaaally perceptive. 

- The most that would change is he’d probably go less easy on you in sparring matches, if you’re both friends and spar often.

Kissing Lessons (Daehyun x reader)

Requested by: @daehyunsbabyelf (thanks!! ❤)

Word count: 4.9 k+

Genre/warnings: fluffy fluff ❤

Summary: You and your best friend Daehyun were quite engaged into another drama watching marathon as a kissing scene suddenly came on. When Daehyun noticed you acting awkward while watching it, he started teasing you, and in order to shut him up you had to eventually admit to him that you’ve never kissed anyone before and were nervous and anxious about it, simply because you had no clue on how to do it and didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself. To your surprise, instead of laughing about you and teasing you about it even more he offered his help, telling you he could teach you how to do it. “Just teaching”, aha, sure.

“Jung Daehyun, don’t you dare start watching without me!!” you screamed from the kitchen and heard a loud, heartwarming and ear piercing laugh coming from the living room.

“It’s not my fault that your five minutes always turn out to be at least fifteen minutes, no matter what you’re doing, preparing snacks, dressing up or anything else really,” you heard him shout over the television, and you promised yourself you’d slap him at the first given chance.

With a bowl of popcorn in your right hand and a plate of cookies in the left, you made your way to the living room, setting everything down on the coffee table before joining Daehyun on the couch.

“Hey, hey, don’t do it-Oww, that hurt!!” he screamed out laughing as you lightly punched him in the gut.

“What did I tell you about starting without me?” you questioned as you saw him reaching for the popcorn and taking the bowl in his hands, throwing a few pieces of it in his mouth while he leaned back on the couch and made himself comfortable.

“It’s not like you missed anything important, so instead of beating me up you could focus on the show so you wouldn’t miss more of it,” he said, and you had to unwillingly admit he was right this time around. Your body relaxed, and you leaned back on the couch as well, snatching a piece of popcorn from Daehyun right away. He let out a protesting yelp, as if saying “who gave you the right!?”, but soon realized he was being over-dramatic about his food again. He waited for you to throw a thin blanket over your and his legs and put the bowl in between of you both.

“Since when are you sharing?” you threw him an amused glance, admiring his picture perfect smile that shone brightly on his face.

“Since you started beating me up if I didn’t share willingly,” he earned another playful punch to the gut with this sentence, but instead of complaining he gently pushed your hand to land in the popcorn bowl.

“Just stop hitting me and eat some popcorn,” he said, not turning his head away from the television, smiling and simply enjoying the casual everyday banter.

“Before you hog it all up?” you teased playfully, throwing a piece into your mouth.

“Exactly, now shh, we’re at the part that I haven’t seen yet, so let me watch,” he said, his facial expression giving away the fact he was really interested in it. You rolled your eyes and decided to pay attention as well, as it would be hard to bug him now because his full attention was directed forwards the TV.

Dramas. Oh god, he loved dramas so much, and it always made you crack up how he’d come crawling to you, begging you to watch some of them with him. Not that you ever denied, because, even if you didn’t watch them that often on your own, you didn’t mind watching together with great company. Daehyun would get picked on and teased by the guys if he ever asked them to watch, so he always came straight to you, as the only time he won Himchan and Youngjae over to watch Himchan stayed still and looked soulless for the whole time and Youngjae couldn’t stop throwing savage remarks all around, finding plot holes and making sarcastic comments at everything and everyone. They weren’t good company, but Daehyun was convinced you were, so he often crashed your place without warning and made himself comfortable on the couch, ignoring all your complaints and making you watch together with him.

Daehyun spending so much time with you. It may seem like the regular, usual thing by now, but a few years ago, if anyone told you this would happen you’d laugh and shake your head in denial, saying that it was impossible.

You still had no clue what the issue with him was, but Daehyun didn’t like you all that much at first, and, no matter what you did, he’d act cold towards you. Eventually you were tired of acting nice when all you got in return was coldness, so you stopped talking to him fully, the only exception being work-related things as you were working at their agency, and were majorly involved with helping out the group at that point.

One day you found him in the studio though, crushed beyond belief and trying to hide a bunch of tears, and, while you were still a little upset about how he usually treated you, you couldn’t just throw the few papers that you were ordered to bring him on the coffee table in front of him and leave. Upon asking what the matter was he didn’t answer, and when you tried to ask again, his head shot up, and he was yelling at you full-force to get out. Slight surprise took over both of you as his eyes widened and he realized what he had done.

“I don’t really know what I ever did to you, but okay, I understand more than well that my presence isn’t wanted here. I just wanted to help, you know, no need to scream at me,” you told him calmly, but your stare gave away your inner feelings of hurt and sadness. He looked at you as you were leaving, piercing through your back with his stare.

“W-wait a bit.. Don’t go,” he said, stopping you when you were right at the door, “I’m deeply sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that.. I had a hard day, you know?”

“So should I leave or do you want to talk about it? ‘Cause you know, I could listen if you wanted me to, but since you’re always acting cold towards me for no reason I’m not sure if you’d like to talk,” you looked him right in the eyes and waited for a reply. At that point you didn’t even know why you asked such a question. He wasn’t a friend, he was barely an acquaintance, and it wasn’t an obligation of yours to stay behind and give him a mood lift. But there was something about the way his eyes seemed so sad and his voice so shaky, it reminded you of how you cried alone many times before with no one around to ask what the matter was and to help you get thought it. You had a heart, and you couldn’t just leave him behind feeling this bad.

“Stay, please. I’m sorry for that too,” he said and lowered his head. You sighed, not sure of what to do and how to act now, as you knew Daehyun but not well enough to be able to comfort him in a non-awkward way and fashion, so you just sat next to him on the couch and told him to speak.

You were surprised by how open he was to you back then, telling you everything that was on his mind. You sat there, listening and making small commentary up until someone else showed up at the studio, but by then Daehyun’s tears were dried up and it seemed like a normal conversation. You left shortly after, and didn’t see him for a solid amount of time after that, up until he showed up one day, smile bright on his face, asking you to go get lunch with him because the guys were all busy. That was the day your friendship truly kicked off, and still to this day his behavior was a mystery to you. All of a sudden he was all happy and talkative, and had forgotten about the long period of coldness he had put you through. You didn’t question him back then, just being happy about the fact your work conversations would become more enjoyable and less awkward from then on, but when he started asking you to see him outside of work you were quite confused but grateful. Daehyun turned out to be a quite nice, fun and loving person, and at some point you realized you were spending more time with him than anyone else.

You threw him a glance, just to see him munching away on popcorn and looking at the television, his eyes displaying interest in what was currently happening on the screen.

Your best friend, Jung Daehyun. What could be better?

You couldn’t help but throw another glance at his face before it became too obvious that you were staring and you had to turn away. Somewhere along the way, you had really started liking Daehyun, because he was a great friend, always there when you needed support, brightening your mood every day and keeping you company when you were lonely. But, at the same time, you couldn’t quite deny that Daehyun’s behavior didn’t always make you feel good and happy, because there was one big issue along the lines of your relationship that he had no clue about, but you felt it nagging away at you every passing day.

He was your best friend, and you were his. But if he was only your best friend, why did you get jealous every time some girl tried to flirt with him way too obviously and he was clueless on what to do? Or why did you want to lean back on his torso and be wrapped up in his arms instead of sitting next to him during all of those all-nighters of dramas? Why did your hand unconsciously reach for his every time you walked down the street, and why did you always manage to snap back to reality just right before disaster?

And, most important of all, why in the world, whenever he looked away and didn’t see you staring, did you always zoom out on his lips, thinking of how his kiss could possibly feel like and taste?

His lips, yeah, they were a topic you thought of often, and, even though you were a little ashamed of it, you simply couldn’t resist. Sometimes you’d catch yourself daydreaming about him just coming to crash your place one day, and going in straight for a kiss instead of a greeting. You let your mind picture him, his pretty face leaning in closer and closer to yours with every second. And you could only imagine how kissing him felt like, although you were certain it was enjoyable and pleasurable because of how kissable his lips looked like.

Yes, to be honest, you could only imagine how kissing anyone at all felt like. You just never had the chance to kiss anyone, as you wanted your first kiss to be something special and memorable, so you decided to wait for the right person to come along before having your first kiss. That is, you thought that way until a certain moment when you understood that you were quite old already, and without any experience. That made you tense up and get anxious every time someone talked to you a little flirtier than they should, or every time the topic was brought up by your friends or someone else. How would a guy react if you told him you didn’t know how to kiss and were afraid of messing up? Since you weren’t in middle school anymore, you didn’t know if that was still an alright thing to do, and were just embarrassed in general.

“C'mon, c'mon, you got it, confess already, goddamnit!” Daehyun’s intense mumbling snapped you out of your debates with yourself, and you looked over to the TV. Daehyun had sure gotten into the show, as he was slightly leaning forwards now, with his mouth half-open and an alarming look in his eyes.

God, the cheesiest part of the drama was about to happen, and he sure liked that part the most.

You started talking a little, discussing about whatever was happening on screen, when suddenly the long-awaited scene came on. The feeling of being slightly uncomfortable hit you in seconds, as you knew what would follow by the way the main characters talked and acted, sitting on the bed and teasing each other. Before you were able to excuse yourself to go the kitchen, the bathroom or literally anywhere else but here, it happened.

God, why is it so awkward watching kissing scenes on television with guy friends sitting next to you??

That was the initial first thought you had, but then you heard a silent “yes!!” from Daehyun. Only now you noticed he was leaning forwards even more, his hands clenched into fists as he was literally biting into his knuckles. You wanted to just playfully ask him if he was alright at this point, or if he had to be snapped back to his right mind just like you not too long ago when you heard B.A.P’s new single for the first time, and he laughed at you for not being able to function properly anymore because of how much it occupied your mind. But the scene that kept going on on TV and moving forwards painfully slow was a huge distraction.

Silence filled the room as you stared at the screen and hoped it would end soon. You didn’t know if this was awkward silence, or if Daehyun stopped babbling for a second only because his full attention was aimed towards the TV and he was too busy looking at what was happening.

“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?” you heard his voice and snapped your head to the direction of the sound. Damn, so his full attention wasn’t directed towards the television, how bad.

“Sure,” you said, looking away to the other side. Knowing Daehyun more than well at this point, you knew what would follow would be endless bugging, nothing more and nothing less.

“You’re so weird,” he said while chuckling, completely crushing your expectations of what you thought he’d say.

“Why is that?”

“I mean, why is it always that whenever we watch dramas you suddenly freeze at the kissing scenes?” he asked, and only now you realized how obvious your behavior mush have been and how easy it was to tell you were uncomfortable while watching them.

“It’s like, you just look so uncomfortable. Or awkward, I can’t really tell. Is it because you’re watching it with me, or-”

“No, no, you’re not the issue,” you said, slightly shaking your head in denial.

“Ohh, ohh, I got it. You’re ashamed of showing your true feelings in front of me,” he teased, leaning in and making faces.

“See? I’m right, you’re blushing!!” he screamed, pointing at your cheeks that were probably strawberry red at this point, “I bet that’s what you’d like to experience yourself. I mean, me too, so, like, don’t be ashamed about it, just look at me. I’m fangirling over it as well, and so should you, I-”

“Daehyun it’s something else,” your tone showed defeat, as you knew there would be no way other than tell him the truth to shut him up now.

“You’re aware that you’ll have to explain now, right? You got me curious,” he said while leaning back to get a little bit of the remaining popcorn.

“Would you call me weird if I told you I’ve never kissed anyone before?” 

His hand missed the bowl, scattering some of it’s contents on the sofa.

“Wait, say that again.” 

“Oh, you heard it just fine, there’s no need to repeat. It’s not like I’m proud of it so I could repeat it a few more times,” you blushed even more and turned away a little, scratching the back of your head.

“But, like..  No, I don’t believe you. You’re too nice, smart and pretty to have never been kissed by anyone,” his comment didn’t help you at all, as you blushed even more. Hearing those words from your best friend and major long time crush was pleasing, but it also made you quite nervous, as you didn’t want him to see your reaction to that statement.

“Well, whatever, fact is that I don’t like kissing scenes simply because they remind me of my lack of knowledge and ability to kiss, and they make me even more nervous and anxious that when the time comes, it will be awkward because I won’t really know how to do it or what to do, and will have to explain myself prior in order not to die from shame,” you murmured when you suddenly felt the sofa underneath you move. Curious about what was going on, you turned your head just to be met face-to-face with Daehyun as he was leaning in, his eyes curious and his face at an unbearably close distance.

“So you’re afraid of messing up?” he tilted his head to one side, and you just wanted to slap him and run away. All of a sudden he was here, probably quite aware how uncomfortable you felt in this position, but still putting you through the torture. His sweet, cute and loud side suddenly faded away as his mischievous and simply shamelessly curious side started showing.

“W-what if I am? Is that a bad thing?” you tried to look away, but you still felt his stare piercing through you.

“Daehyun, I-”

“Say, if you’re so nervous and anxious about it, why don’t you practice with someone first?” 

You froze, a thousand thoughts running through your mind. Was he indicating something, or were you being stupid?

“How do you imagine this? Should I just come up to someone and say, like, something among the lines of “hey, can you teach me how to kiss because I don’t know how and I don’t want to mess up my actual first kiss?”, or what-”

“Ahem,” Daehyun sarcastically said, “You know, I’m there too, and I could help you.”

“O-only if you wanted to, of course,” he added as he saw your puzzled and way too confused facial expression. You didn’t remember him acting this boldly ever, and when he turned his head away for a second and smiled a sheepish smile, only then you knew for sure that this was the real Daehyun and not a well-made copy of him. He didn’t quite act like his usual self, and you didn’t really know what to do and how to go about his behavior.

“I could, like, show you how it’s done. It would be just training,” he reassured you as you looked back at him, “so you could know how it feels to be kissed. I promise I won’t pull anything weird, I’ll just show you.”

“Just training..” you repeated as you looked at him. It was more than obvious now that Daehyun’s little moment of courage and boldness had passed, and awkward silence filled in the space between and around you two as you sat there, considering how to go calmly about this. You smiled a little, knowing he was his usual self again, which meant him being quite shy when it came to relationship type of questions and things. Whatever it was that had fueled him to offer you such help, you liked it, and were thankful it made him ask.

“So?” he looked at you, impatiently.

“But, like, don’t laugh at me, I don’t even know where to start,” you said, looking at him apologetically. The next thing you knew, his arms wrapped around you, tugging you closer to him, and you yelped a little at the sudden movement.

“Gosh, don’t say you haven’t been hugged or held by anyone before either,” he teased again, earning what seemed to be already the third light, playful slap from you today. That was a well-needed interaction though, as you both were able to chuckle at it slightly, making the air around you seem a little lighter, and the mood a little less on the awkward side. 

“Just sit on my lap, preferable facing me,” he told you, and you tried to obey as good as possible. He was sitting with his legs crossed, and you climbed into his lap, facing him and letting your legs wrap around him loosely, your hands landing on his waist as you tried to get into a comfortable but not too close position. Was that too much, was it alright? God, you were clueless, but you were about to find out.

“Perfect, okay, now look at me,” he said as he noticed how quick you would be to hide your gaze, trying your hardest not to look him in the eyes, “and relax a little, c’mon. This ain’t a war or something.”

“Don’t laugh, and explain in detail,” you told him, making him crack a smile.

“Oh, stop worrying about it, you know you can trust me not to make fun of you,” he said, and only now you realized how true that statement was. This wasn’t the right time to understand how much more perfect he was than you actually thought, as you felt a mixture of excitement and worry flow through you every passing second.

This is what you have always been silently dreaming about, so how come you were so nervous about it and were considering dropping out of the idea?

“Just training.”

Yeah, just training. You were best friends, after all, and he had just offered you friendly help. And who would you be after a kiss? Still best friends? Probably, as he’d be able to move on and forget about it soon enough. But what about you? Could you possibly go on the same way after this?

“I don’t really know how to explain it, so I’ll just have to show you instead. Try to catch on and mimic what I’m doing, but don’t feel pressured, I won’t judge you if you do wrong,” he told you, calming you down a little. You felt his arms pull you a little closer, and you were amazed by his strong grip as he moved you in place. It took only seconds for your faces to be only a few centimeters apart, and he shot you a last tiny smile before closing his eyes and leaning in to fill the gap.

Just training, remember.

“Relax,” he told you right after a tiny brush against your lips, quickly understanding that you were too scared and too stiff to continue properly, “free your muscles and just play along, it’s not that hard.”

He went for your lower lip, making sure he was going at you as gentle as possible. His arms held you tightly in place as he moved his mouth, sucking on your lip a little, making sure you felt comfortable and found pleasure in what he was doing. You felt your body slowly getting weak, and you slightly changed your posture, sitting up straight and tilting your head a little to make it a bit more comfortable and easy for him to reach you and letting your muscles relax. One of your hands stayed on his side while the other one slowly and shyly traveled up his whole upper body to rest on his shoulder, and you almost didn’t even notice it happening, as those were pure instincts. Daehyun seemed to notice thought, and he smiled a little, even pulling away for a second to chuckle lightly.

“Yeah, that’s it. Now pay attention to what I’m doing and simply do the same,” he calmly instructed, his lips brushing against yours the whole time he was talking. You were more than glad when you felt his mouth on yours again, and you tried to move your mouth in a similar way he did. Slowly and passionately, mirroring his movements. Letting your full body sink into the kiss, and syncing your movements up with his. Silently obeying to whatever he was doing and trying to give it back to him in a similar fashion and intensity.

He was so sweet, and you felt yourself craving this unusual taste only his mouth could offer at the times he pulled away a little to let both of you catch a breath. Daehyun’s lips had always amazed you because of their size and desirable looks, but only now you understood how privileged he was by having this feature of his, as not only did he taste sweet, but, on top of everything, his lips were soft and puffy, making every movement feel sensationally gentle and soft. He allowed his hands to trail up and down your back a little, and he allowed himself to kiss you for a little too long for it to be considered just training.

“I think you got it now,” he said lightly in between planting some last pecks and eventually slowing down completely, but keeping his head at an unbearably close distance nonetheless. You were a little disappointed as you realized that this was the end, but quietly obeyed as his lips left yours exposed to the cold, nagging living room air.

“How bad was it?” you asked him, looking him straight in the eyes. The drama was still going on in the background, but at this point it was just useless noise in the distance. Daehyun’s arms were still wrapped tightly around you, refusing to let go, his face still close to yours without any sign of pulling back anytime soon. Your hand was at the collar of his long sleeve, holding onto his shirt lightly and tugging at it a little. You bit your lip, looking into his eyes as he looked into yours.

“It was alright, but it might be even better if we train some more,” you didn’t have the time to answer as he was back at it, sending you off into the same state of pleasure you were in just a minute ago. You tasted him, surprised at how you’ve been able to go on through life for so long without having experienced this, as at some point it started feeling just a little wrong and a little weird.

“Dae,” you told him slightly as you pulled away. He protested at first, trying to get a hold of your mouth right after you had pulled back, but realized what he was doing soon enough and unwillingly stopped.

“What are you doing?”

“Teaching you how to kiss.”

“But didn’t you say that I had already learned how to do it?”

“Practice makes perfect,” he said, sinking fully back in, and you obeyed, playing along to another round of a very fair kissing game. 

You found yourself breathless after a while, and couldn’t quite tell if it was because of you being inexperienced in kissing and doing something wrong or simply because that’s how it was supposed to be. The slight panting that came from Daehyun indicated that you weren’t the only one feeling this way, so you thought that it probably was the latter case. As you sat there, tangled up in each other and quietly listening to the credits of the drama episode that had just ended seconds ago, you couldn’t help but tell him.

“Hey, Daehyun-ah. Stop messing with my head.”

“I’m not the one who’s messing with your head here, you’re the one playing an unfair game.”

“How come?”

“You can’t just show up in my life one day and then occupy my whole mind, not letting me focus on anything else, you know? That’s quite rude if you ask me,” you chuckled a little, your heart racing more and more with every passing second when you realized to where this conversation was leading.

“So, and you promising me to teach me how to kiss and ending up with leaving me in a state like this isn’t rude, yeah?”

“No, it’s genuine. (Y/N), I’m not in the mood for talk or explanation, so can I just simply admit that I want you so I can move on to the next step?” he asked, resuming to stroke your back up and down lightly as he bit his lip.

“And the next step would be?”

“Giving you your first kiss,” Daehyun said, confusing you a bit.

“So, according to you, what were we doing for the past few minutes?” you tilted your head a little as he smiled at you, saying the next sentence as if it was beyond obvious already.

“Silly, that was just practice, don’t you remember? Now would you give me the honor of being your first proper kiss?” he asked, smiling sheepishly at you and earning a chuckle for doing so.

“Okay, go at it while I haven’t changed my mind yet,” you didn’t have to tell him twice, as he was back at doing the same as a while ago within seconds. You smiled through the kiss, letting your arms wrap around his neck and letting your body fully press against his, feeling like you had done this already a thousand times before and knowing exactly how to act. You both let yourselves go, capturing each other as much as possible while you could.

 After all, why have any restrictions if you could shamelessly have the whole thing now? This wasn’t practice anymore, and, as you laid back on the sofa after the kiss just the same way that you had dreamed it, he held you close up until the end of the drama watching marathon and made sure to let you know how he’d been feeling for a long amount of time already. You smiled to yourself, understanding how unfair life sometimes was for “gifting” people with shyness and doubts, not letting them fully express themselves and show their true feelings in fear of the other person rejecting them.

Jung Daehyun, your best friend. What could possibly be better?

Nothing, well, maybe except of Jung Daehyun, your best friend and, from now on, your caring lover.

The Protective Soldier

Request: Can I request a Bucky x reader please? Where Bucky met the Avengers and is atracted to the reader and protective over her, and one time he gets into winter soldier mode and everyone is worried he might hurt the reader but he became extremly overprotective and dont let anyone and anything touch her cause is dangerous (like even killed a fly that is too close to her). Hope its make sense, English is not my native language :c Thanks!

A/N: Fem!Reader. This one kind of ran away from me before I could reign it in, so it’s longer than I planned. I almost made it a two parter, but I liked it more this way. Enjoy!

Warnings: Possible use of language, I can’t remember. Reader is temporarily abducted by the bad guy.

Word Count Total: 1939

Title: The Protective Soldier

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A Night to Remember

Originally posted by illyria-and-her-pet

Written by Danielle

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 2,310

Anonymous asked: Could you do a peter asking someone to prom fic? BTW you guys are great writers keep up the good work

A/N: Hey guys!! Man does it feel good to be back! I feel like I haven’t written a fic in so long and I am so sorry it has taken me this long to finally post one again! Life has just been crazy busy and I haven’t been in the zone to write anything good. I can’t just sit and have words flow from me magically, I have to have an idea and then go from there. And lately I haven’t had any good ideas. I know prom (especially promposals) are long done by now but I hope you guys can still enjoy! Congrats to those who are graduating! :) Christina and I will still work hard on any requests we have from you guys! We just tend to tackle them when either of us gets a good idea for one of them because we really want to make sure we put out good content you guys will like. We love you guys! Thank you so much for the continuous support <3 BTW THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALMOST 2,000!! WE’RE SO CLOSE AND CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!! xoxoxo

“Uh hey (Y/N)…? (Y/n)? (Y/N)!”

Tapping the end of your pencil on the tabletop, staring off into space lost in your thoughts, Peter shakes you softly to get your attention. Snapping out of it, you stop tapping your pencil and sit straight up in your seat, blinking to try and wake yourself up.

“Hm? Yeah, what? Oh sorry, Pete! I didn’t see you there..” you feel bad for not noticing him right away. The two of you have been really close friends ever since Freshman year, and then at the beginning of Junior year, Peter had finally asked you out. The two of you were both afraid it would ruin your friendship, but it ended up being the one thing in your life that made the most sense. The two of you together just felt right.

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Teddy Bear

Pairing: John x Reader 
Words: 858

This is my one shot for @impalaimagining‘s #Cheesy Pickup Line Challenge. My pickup line was “I lost my teddy bear, can I cuddle with you instead?”

          You were a little irritated. You had been hunting with John for almost two years and had proven time and time again that you were capable of keeping up with him. But he still insisted on treating you like a fragile little girl. At first, you just chalked it up to him wanting to protect you. But you were really starting to get annoyed.

           “Where are you off to?” John asked when you grabbed your jacket and headed out of the motel room.

           “Out,” you said stubbornly.

           “Y/N, where are you going?” he asked more sternly.

           You turned to look at him, “What does it matter? I’m a grown woman. I can go out on my own.”

           “Y/N …” John’s tone was a mixture between a whine and growl.

           You rolled your eyes, “You’re acting like a child, John. Go curl up with your teddy bear and wait for me to get back.”

           With that, you left the room, slamming the door behind you. You didn’t even let him come after you; you ran across the parking lot and toward the bar you had spotted earlier. You just needed a drink.

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Making amends

Asked by Anonymous

Hi!!Could you do an imagine where Minho and the reader hate each other and always get into argument but one argument gets very heated and they end up making out? Thanks!

Fandom: The maze runner
Pairing: Reader x Minho
Words: 1007
Rating: T
Requests: Open

A/N: I hope you like it!

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The snowball part 11

hey! sorry for the late update, just started uni and things are getting hectic and stressful, thanks for everyone’s patience :) xx

Link to the rest of the chapters x

The remainder of dinner passed solemnly as everyone tried and failed to think of ideas that would allow the Illyrians to stay on their land.

Feyre could feel Rhy’s watchful eyes on her as she poked at her spaghetti, twirling it around on her fork and watching it slowly drip back into the bowl, over and over. She couldn’t understand how Tamlin was even considering helping such a vile company. Lucien had been against it but mentioned that Hybern was offering Tamlin a deal too good to refuse, but at what cost to the Illyrians?

When Feyre looked up Rhys was still watching her. He quirked an eyebrow at her. Tell me what you’re thinking. He seemed to ask. 

In response, Feyre downed the glass of wine Rhys had bought her, and turned to face the group, “I think I know who that single, wealthy investor is.”

Rhys and Mor looked at each other in silent agreement as if Feyre was confirming something they already had guessed, but it was Cassian who asked, “Well tell us.”

“A few weeks ago Tamlin grew… more agitated than usual-”

Mor snorted, “You mean he wasn’t always so delightful and charming?”

Feyre’s face burned in shame and Rhys shot Cassian and Azriel a warning glare as they snickered at Mor’s comment. Underneath the table, Rhys nudged his knee alongside Feyre’s gently, “Go on.” He urged. 

“Lucien said it was because he was working with a new business partner, later on I found out it was Hybern’s company.”

“You say that as if you’ve met the man.” Azriel said.

“I have.” Feyre said, shocking them all.

“When?” Rhys asked quietly.

“Not long ago, he was at our-” Feyre caught herself before quickly amending,  “Tamlin’s house.”

“Of course those two are best buds.” Cassian said.

“He didn’t seem like he wanted to take the deal. But Hybern was making it worth his while.” Feyre countered. 

“Well at least we know how to get to Hybern’s greatest investor.” Azriel was looking intently at Feyre.

“Az.” Mor warned before Rhys quickly interrupted.

“You want to use Feyre as leverage?” 

“Of course not Rhys, I just meant that Tamlin will listen to Feyre. She can try and convince him to withdraw from the plans.”

“But that would mean Feyre has to be near Tamlin again, and like that will happen any time soon.” Amren said. 

Rhys nodded his approval. Feyre could barely sit still while the others made plans about how to sway Tamlin without involving her.

“I’ll do it. If it means protecting these people.” Feyre interrupted quietly.

“Feyre-” Mor began before Rhys silenced her with a look.

“It’s your decision Feyre, but at least think it over first?”

“I have thought it over. I want to do this.”

“I don’t like this Rhys.” Mor said, crossing her arms.

“I never said we’d let her go alone. We can ask him to meet her in public. We can all be nearby just in case. She needs to talk with him anyway, we can’t go on hiding her forever.”

“I agree. Feyre should be able to go back to work, or anywhere in town for that matter, without having to look over her shoulder.” Azriel added.

Feyre nodded at them all, “I’ll ask him to meet me tomorrow.” When she saw Mor anxiously biting her nails across from her she leaned over to grip her hand. “I’ll be fine.” 

“Still. I wish Cassian had already taught you a few boxing lessons.” Mor grumbled.

“It’s not too late.” Cassian said with a devilish smile.

“Cassian it’s nearly 7, let the poor girl sleep.” Amren argued.

“I’ve had enough sleep. I want to learn.” Feyre said earnestly.

Rhys’ eyes twinkled with mischief. “Now this sounds fun.”

Amren and Mor went back home while Feyre once again climbed onto the back of Rhys’ motorcycle. Cassian and Azriel would meet them at the house for Feyre’s first lesson. 

Feyre strode up to the bike confidently and let no fear show on her face as Rhys revved the engine teasingly. 

“There was not nearly as much screaming last time, we may have to change that.”

“Don’t you dare.” Feyre warned, squeezing Rhys’s middle tightly to emphasize it.

“I think you secretly like it.”

“I think I’ve had enough of being scared to death recently, thank you.”

Feyre had meant it as a joke but she felt Rhys deflate as he hung his head low in front of her. Feyre lifted a hand to place it reassuringly on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze to show she hadn’t really meant it. 

“You’d better hold on tight.” Was all Rhys said, a clear message to remove her hand.

Lights were already on at Rhys’ considerably large house when they arrived. Removing her helmet, Feyre gaped at the townhouse.

“There it goes.” Rhys interrupted.


“Any hope that you would like me for my dashing looks and personality alone now.”

Feyre smiled and pushed his shoulder playfully as he showed her into the house.

Cassian and Azriel were waiting for them in a spare room which had been cleared out for Cassian’s boxing equipment.

“About time. Did you guys get lost?” Azriel asked.

“Probably best not to ask what those two get up to in their spare time.” Cassian joked, sending Feyre a wink.

“Are you just trying to anger Feyre enough so she’ll actually punch you Cassian?” Rhys replied.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m perfectly capable of punching him with no foreplay needed.” 

Cassian roared with laughter and even Rhys shot her a delighted grin. 

“You might want these first then.” Azriel said, tossing her a pair of obviously used gloves.

“You should really wrap your hands first. Here let me.” Rhys grabbed a roll of bandaging and held out an expectant hand.

Feyre noticed Cassian and Azriel suddenly finding other places in the room to be and averted their gazes as she placed her hand in Rhys’. He barely looked up at her as he silently bound her hands with surprising gentleness.

“Alright now try flexing them, can you move okay?” He asked when he finished.

Feyre tested out her mummified hands before nodding and slipping on a pair of gloves. Then Cassian approached her with a pair of punching pads on each hand, grinning wickedly at her.

Some agonizing hours later, Feyre was permitted to stop for the night. She slumped on the floor in the corner, gulping down water that Azriel had gotten for her. 

Cassian had been relentless, but a good teacher. Azriel and Rhys had stayed to call out encouragement and give advice when Cassian permitted them. Feyre’s punches had been sloppy and weak at first, but by the end of the session, Cassian actually winced a few times. Whether he was humoring her or not, Feyre didn’t care. 

She shook out her bruised and raw hands and Rhys was immediately there to remove the bandage and holding an ice pack.

“We’ve all been there.” He smiled when she noticed the ice.

They all moved to the living room as Cassian began to complain about his aching legs and feet. Azriel put the tv on as he and Cassian took the only armchairs available, leaving the small couch for Rhys and Feyre.

 Rhys shrugged as he moved to sit, a challenge on his face as Feyre hesitated. Steeling herself, Feyre sat next to him. The couch was so small that no matter what way Feyre sat, her thigh was always touching Rhys. 

It wasn’t long before Azriel went to bed claiming lack of sleep. Then the lolling of Cassian’s head and soft snoring announced he had fallen asleep in his chair. Feyre laughed while Rhys tried to quieten her.

“He gets grumpy if woken from a nap.” He explained grinning.

Rhys was so close she could practically hear his heart beating quickly as he seemed to take note of how close she also was to him. Feyre tried looking around to distract herself, and that was when she noticed faint scorch marks on the wall near the tv. 

“Did Tamlin do that?”

Rhys followed her gaze before sighing. “Yes. I would say he didn’t mean to but I think I would be lying.”

“I’ll get him to pay for any damages tomorrow.”

“I don’t need his money.” Rhys said, a faint look of disgust on his face. “I really wish you weren’t doing this.” He added, suddenly serious.

“Then why are you going along with it?”

“Because I believe you need to face him. Because we need your help. Because you’re the only one who may be able to convince him to stop all this.”

“And what if the only way to get him to agree is if I go back to him?”

Rhys went still. An icy rage settled over him but the hand that reached for Feyre’s hand remained gentle. As his fingers locked around hers she nearly flinched, remembering the last time Tamlin’s hand had closed over her wrist. 

“Do you want to go back?” Rhys asked, staring at her intently.

Feyre paused. Considered the question seriously. “No.”

Feyre loved Tamlin. Maybe a small part of her always would. But she could not forgive the way she had been treated. No matter the stress he was under, Tamlin should never have hurt her. Mor and Amren had helped her understand that. Azriel and Cassian had helped her to laugh and made her not feel so lonely when she had felt unhappy in Tamlin’s empty house. 

And Rhys. Rhys had taught her to read. Allowed her to work for him. Gotten her out of bed and exploring new places when she had felt like doing nothing but sleeping for a year. Not to mention given her a safe place to go when she needed to get away from Tamlin. 

Rhys studied her carefully. His gaze seeming to read all these thoughts racing through her head. “Why not?”

“I don’t think I can ever go back to how things were between us. You’ll be there tomorrow right? In case…” Feyre finished uncertainly.

“I’ll be there.” Rhys promised.

A bit of tension left Feyre as she prayed for everything to go right. 

“Feyre, if Tamli-” Rhys began but Feyre cut him off.

“I don’t want to talk about Tamlin anymore.”

Rhys appraised her sudden boldness. A purr crept into his voice as he asked, “What do you want to talk about then Feyre darling?”

“I don’t want to talk either.” 

And before she lost her nerve, Feyre leaned forward and removed all distance between her and Rhys. Her hands reached out to grip his face as her lips crashed into his. If Rhys was shocked he didn’t show it, his hands winding through Feyre’s hair and pulling her closer. 

Feyre slid one of her hands to the nape of Rhy’s neck, running her hands through the silky strands there. Rhys countered by extricating a hand from her hair and sliding it down and around her waist. A small gasp was elicited from Feyre as his hand gripped her, Rhy’s thumb sweeping in small circles up her side. 

A few minutes crept by, Feyre’s hand travelling to rest upon Rhys’s chest as he hummed contentedly, until an awful gurgling noise from Cassian had them springing apart. Cassian’s head snapped up as he woke. 

“What’d I miss?” He asked with a sleepy voice. 

His eyes widened as he noticed the flush on Feyre’s cheeks, both of their messed up hair, and how Feyre’s shirt had ridden up to show just a sliver of her stomach. A cheshire cat grin slowly spread across Cassian’s face.

“I was just about to take Feyre to bed- I MEAN HOME!” Rhys said, horrified.

Cassian only laughed and even Feyre couldn’t hold back her laughter at being caught. 

“Whatever Rhys, just maybe next time, ask for some privacy.” Cassian got up and strolled from the room, shoulders still silently shaking from laughter.

Rhys looked at Feyre sheepishly. “I really should be getting you home.”

“Only if we don’t take that bike.”

“So you’re saying if the bike is the only option you’ll just have to stay here?” Rhys said smirking.

Ferye flicked him on the nose. “No it means I’ll ask Azriel to drop me home instead, you prick.”

Rhys laughed. “Prick already is it? Why only a few minutes ago you-” 

Feyre silenced him straight away with a small peck on his lips. He looked down at her almost dazed.

“Just take me home please.”

“Of course.”


(requested by anon)

  • soulmate!au in which u feel whatever physical pain ur soulmate feels 
  • it starts at a different age for everyone but,,,,,,,,,,you haven’t felt it once in your entire life
  • like as a kid ur classmates were like !! i felt it!! in the middle of class or at recess or whatever but u were just like :-) someone kick me i wanna see if its real :-)
  • and in middle school almost everyone you knew had felt that lil kick of random pain and u were just waiting for it to happen,,,,,any second now,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,eventually,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • time went on tho and nothing happened and tbh you just kinda gave up on it ??like u stopped anticipating it and just stopped caring in general?? the one thing that was a big deal to everyone else didn’t matter at all to you,,,,,,,
  • while all your friends made guesses abt their soulmates u always just kinda sit there like :////////// Can’t Relate and u get all jealous whenever they start talking about things they felt or how they met their soulmates like Ok Jennifer We Get It You’re A Normally Functioning Human Shut The Hell Up Now Jeez
  • and all ur friends and family is like “oh it’s fine! plenty of people start late! there’s no need to worry! just be patient!” and ur just like ok,,,,,,but,,,,,what if i have some disease,,,,,,,what if i’m immune to pain and i’ll never feel it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,what if i don’t even have a soulmAte?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿?¿,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god im broken
  • u’ve even gotten checked by doctors bc there must be SOMETHING like just give me a diagnosis idc if its fake ????????? give me meds ????? put me in a medically induced coma ?????????????????
  • but after searching for a g e s and finding nothing u just kinda threw in the metaphorical towel……like………………lmAo fUck tHIs………..
  • but i mean of course u still want to feel something yk
  • like whenever u hear someone complain abt a little sudden pain ur just like :))))))) hm :))) must be nice :))) huh :))))))))))))))) wish i was in pain :)))))))
  • across town tho the person that you’ve been resenting for not making u fEel anything is feeling everything because of u
  • in fact, he’s been suffering since he was f o u r
  • (since he started the earliest in his entire family, everyone thought he would get married like before 20 like his parents were READY, wedding planner on speed dial and an array of tux options)
  • of course, cheol can’t wait to meet u and fall madly in love with u but ,,,,,,,,sometimes he wants to strangle u,,,,,,,,,,,wherever u are,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • bc as much as you hate to admit it, you’re the clumsiest person alive and it has caused cheol to get stubbed toes and imaginary table corners in the shin for almost two decades
  • he even has a scar from the time YOU tripped down the stairs while he was handling a box cutter (which he holds a grudge against his Mystery Soulmate for)
  • initially he sorta disliked u for it like bc ????was it always gonna be like that? were u just gonna cause him pain all the time?????
  • that said though, he’d grown to not mind your clumsiness as much over the years and sometimes even thinks up ways to keep you from further hArmiNg the both of you
  • (he thinks it’s kinda cute tbh) (bc it gives him an excuse to be touchy with u) (for “safety” reasons) 
  • cheol has been anticipating the day he meets you for YEARS he literally dreams about it sometimes, wakes up all smiley 
  • he’s tried to give you hints over the years, doing the typical pinch-your-phone-number-on-ur-arm n stuff
  • but he’s never gotten a response from you :-((((((
  • (nice going)
  • and tbh he kinda starts to think ur ignoring him,,,,,,,like ok boo :-) be like that :-) fine :-) 
  • he gets a lil,,,,,,,testy with it too like one time he drank hot sauce from the bottle just to try to get u to stop ignoring him
  • like sEungcHeol thEre are oTher wAys cHill oH my gOD
  • back to u tho bc ur what rly matters here
  • so ur at work again, prob ur least favorite place tbh
  • you always dreaded work because all of ur co-workers had either 1) felt their soulmate’s pain or 2) met their soulmate
  • and they always treated u like a baby bc !! u still haven’t felt it !! how cute huh !! (No Janice It’s Not Cute Fuck Right Off)
  • it also kinda isolated you from Work Talk because ?what else r people supposed to talk about? celebrities? weekend plans? blockbuster movies? red carpet appearances? new albums? politiCs? gLobAl waRmiNg? deSTRoyinG thE paTriArcHy? disMantliNg wHIte sUpreMacy? CLEaR pANTS???????? NO! 
  • only talk about ur soulmate. workplace rules. sorry.
  • bUt here to free you from it all: 8:30 on a friday night aka the end of ur shift can i get a heck yeah (chorus: heck yeah)
  • so u clock tf out and leave the premises asap and start walking to ur bus stop
  • not after plugging in some earbuds and blasting yacht by jay park isa banger go listen some uplifting songs to get u out of ur After Work Mood
  • ur on ur way to the bus stop as usual, texting ur roommate to order some food, you’ll be home in 10
  • when u feel it
  • yES IT
  • u feel a sudden pain in ur foot, like you kicked something, but when you look down there’s…….nothing there??????? just siDewalk oMg
  • and u just kinda freeze
  • but then u start running bc bOy is ur roomie gonna wanna heAr abOUt thiS
  • the bus ride to ur neighborhood is the longest it’s ever,,,been,,,,,,,,it feels like your grandma is driving,,,,,,,,,,,,,,like ur great great great great great grandma is driving,,,,,
  • (as u ‘patiently’ sit on the crowded bus u text ur roomie “big news :-)” to which they respond “oh rly ;-))))))) get it ;;;;;-)))”)
  • u practically jump off the bus before it comes to a full stop when u feel another little pain, this time in ur shoulder
  • ppl give u looks as u pass through the crowded street bc the smile on ur face is so big that its borderline creepy
  • then all of a sudden ur on ur hands and knees, hair in ur face and heart about to fall out of your chest
  • OKOKOKOKOK let me explain
  • as ur rushing through the crowd of people, you’re bumping into people left and right (which is a lil rude ngl) but it doesn’t matter bc ur on this,,,,,,,,,,,high,,,,, this holy-shit-it-happened high
  • but then u knock shoulders with someone and go falling to the ground, ur knee bashing into the ground bc ????why tf not?????
  • and tbh it didn’t hurt that much when ur shoulder collided with whoever it was,,,,,, but then this pounding feeling of pain wipes onto ur shoulder and u know it’s That Feeling
  • before you can even turn your head to see who you ran into, he’s kneeling by your side, clutching his knee
  • and he looks at you with really concerned yet shocked eyes
  • and u can’t help but stare at him, even though you’re still on all fours
  • “are you….did you feel-”
  • “is your kn-”
  • “that was the first-”
  • “is your knee okay? i’m so sorry”
  • u don’t even realize that the boy, your sOULmATE HELLO, is helping you up and over to a bench, propping your leg up across his lap until he asks you what your name is
  • you tell him, stuttering, and he nods and tells you his name, seungcheol
  • you sit there quietly as seungcheol runs over to the convenience store a few buildings down and continue to sit quietly when he puts your leg back on his lap and disinfects your scraped up knee
  • as he’s putting the bandaid on you manage out a “so are you……”
  • “your soulmate? i guess so.”