cause there were so many good things

BTS how they initiate sex

as requested, here is how BTS put the moves on you :’)
I wasn’t too sure if this was a preferences or a reaction… so i’m just gonna classify it as both hehe

the following content is for mature minds only ;)

requested by @notmoose23: Can you do a bts reaction on how they would put the moves on you? Like how they would initiate sex for the first time?


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thefierceotaku  asked:

How does adhd affect you? If you don't mind me asking. My friend he adhd and I want to be there for him.

Pretty much in the ways you’d expect tbh–

  • Focusing on anything I’m not at-that-moment interested in is practically impossible.
  • ^Especially if it’s reading large paragraphs of text, even if I am interested in the topic that kinda focus is hard.
  • I have little to no perception of time 9 times outta 10.
  • Talking to authority figures or about myself generally is not a fun time due to RSD.
  • On focus again– on worse days I won’t be able to read/process the words I’m looking at on a page if someone’s talking in the room.
  • More recently, the nonverbal bouts I’ve mentioned due to brain overload for one reason or another.
  • My brain goes a mile a minute in a very roundabout and seemingly disconnected ways, so sometimes in conversation I’ll blurt out apparently totally unrelated things that I actually got to logically, just way too fast;
  • My memory is terrible - like, good lord.
  • It can be hard for me to focus on conversations / for people to get my attention if I see something interesting.
  • Sensory overload– personally I got it whenever I used to go to church, for example, ‘cause there were so many sounds and sights and smells and you have to stay still and quiet throughout it but my brain was just freaking out internally the whole time. But anywhere with a lot of sensory things going on can set it off.
  • Kind of sensory overload related (??)– sometimes my meter for conversation will hit rock bottom by the end of the day but somebody will still wanna talk and I’ll just be there flailing on the spot both physically and mentally ‘cause processing any more interactions just hurts.
  • Stimming: it’s not something I realize much until I think about it, but for example; personally, at work I feel weird without my lanyard cause I’m used to the weight of it and tend to play with the keychains on it or pop my nametag in my mouth while I’m walking around – idk it’s kind of a grounding thing – kinda like those totem things in Inception, haha.

there’s probably stuff I’ve forgotten tbh (like I said; memory problems, lmao) but that list looks long enough – all these things obviously differ in intensity from person to person, but hopefully that gives ya some insight on what might be up for if ever your pal seems a bit off at all

(Y’all feel free to reblog this too btw, might help spread some understanding)

Fight!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 4.949

Warnings: swearing, choking, smut … fluff

A/N: italics are thoughs

“Where is he?” you asked excited. Your whole body was trembling with excitement and you jumped up and down on your spot like a kid. Steve smiled softly and patted your shoulder. You tried to look around his shoulders in hope, he would be standing right behind the Captain.

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Niall. has his own studio, golf company, is a singer, song writer, plays different music instruments, is so fucking adorable with children??, loves and cares about his fans so much honestly he sometimes tweets asking how we are, he always (or at least almost always) stops to take pics with fans even when he’s not in the mood for it, he’s a really good/supportive friend, like seriously just know that if you were friend with him he would be so proud of every little things you achieved and would genuinely be happy for you , he does charity events to raise money for great causes, he’s so smart , so caring , plus he’s so beautiful. He doesn’t receive the recognition he deserves , so many people belittle everything he does . He deserves better

anonymous asked:

Can I request RFA + saeran reacting to a MC self harming like how they would find out and react (sorry if this makes you uncomfortable and you don't want to this) I'm currently almost a year clean!

Well done, anon! That’s a brilliant achievement ^^. I’m over 2 years clean now and currently feel really positive in myself. I really hope I wrote these alright because everyone self-harms for different reasons and feels differently about it. I tried to sort of generalise it and I’ll put a trigger warning here that there are mentions of self harm and blood (Not detailed, though) ~H x

RFA with an MC that self harms

Yoosung:

-He saw it by accident one day at school
-You were both in science, doing an experiment involving water
-The water had splashed on your sleeve and Yoosung had kindly offered to dry it off
-You didn’t expect him to pull your sleeve up, though
-He saw the scars on your arm and gasped in shock, quickly pulling the sleeve back down so that no-one else sees
-You looked down in shame
-Yoosung was never meant to see that
-“I’m… sorry,” you apologised.
-“You’re coming to mine after school, right? I really want to talk to you. Why are you sorry?” Yoosung responded.
-“I thought you’d be upset with me. Or disappointed,” you explained.
-Instead of answering, Yoosung pulls you into a big hug as you try not to cry
-At Yoosung’s after school he asks you when it started and why it started
-You’re reluctant to tell him but he eventually has you in tears, spilling out the full story of when you started with depression
-All throughout, Yoosung hugs you close to him, rocking you and stroking your hair
-“You’ve been through so much, MC,” Yoosung said after you’ve finished, “I’m so proud of how strong you’ve been. But please- it breaks my heart to think that the most wonderful, most beautiful person I know would harm herself because she thinks she isn’t good enough.”
-You nod. You understand how he feels and you wish it was as simple to stop
-But Yoosung went through a rough enough time after hearing that Rika was mentally ill
-So now that he knows what you’ve been suffering with, he’s not letting the same thing happen to his precious girlfriend. He wants to get you professional help.
-And if you think he’ll be too shy and won’t
-Think again
-Because this boy loves you

Zen:

-After a while of dating, he noticed that you always wore long sleeved tops
-One day, it was absolutely boiling outside but you wouldn’t take your jumper off
-Even though you feel like you’re going to be fried alive
-“Babe, just take your jumper off! You look like you’re boiling,” Zen tried to persuade you.
-Your sudden, “NO!” is all it takes for him to confirm the worry he’s had for a while
-“MC, please will you show me your arms,” he asked seriously as he reached across the table to you and held your wrists.
-You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head
-Not today. You can’t let him see. He’ll think you’re a failure
-“MC,” he said so sternly that you jump in shock
-As you jump, his hands accidentally slide up your arms and scrape a recent cut
-You yelp in surprise
-And he doesn’t allow you to pull your sleeve back down
-When you face him, you’re expecting some sort of emotion but you didn’t know what
-What you certainly didn’t expect was tears
-“How long?” he asked quietly, maintaining eye contact and making you want to shrivel up in yourself
-“A while. Since before I knew you,” you responded, making him know that he had nothing to do with the mental illness you’d be struggling with for ages.
-“Does anyone know?” Zen asked.
-You shook your head.
-“MC, I want you to look into my eyes and tell me that you want to hurt me in the same way you hurt yourself,” he said sternly.
-“But I can’t- I don’t- I love you!” you argued, wondering how he could suggest such a thing.
-“The fact that I now know you did this gives me exactly that pain. Imagine how I feel to know that you would suffer through this alone, without telling anyone, hurting yourself in such a way,” Zen sighed, holding your hands tightly.
-You don’t know what to say. You’re not good enough. Surely he knows this
-“Please- we already lost Rika- we can’t lose you. I can’t lose you. Not after everything we’ve been through,” Zen cried, now fully letting tears stream down his face.
-“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’m disappointing you.”
-“No!” Zen immediately interrupts, “I’m just worried about you because I want you to be well. Please let me take you to see someone. They can help you.”
-You didn’t want to see anyone- that’s why you hadn’t
-But if Zen was hurting, you’d at least give it a go
-“Ok,” you agreed as Zen pulled you into his chest.
-At least you had something to live for- your wonderful boyfriend
-Did anyone notice the quote I kind of took from Phil? It’s so beautiful

Jaehee:

-Mama Baehee sees and knows all
-She realised practically immediately
-Because she literally forced you to take your jacket off when you came to her house
-You were really worried how she’d react and if she’d realise you weren’t the support she needed and ditch you
-Instead, she ordered you to sit and talk
-“You can say what you like to try and get out of it, MC, but you aren’t leaving until I have the truth,” she insisted.
-So you cried and told Jaehee everything
-“What I think you need is someone there to promise you that they’ll always be with you and help you to believe in yourself,” Jaehee seemed to analyse.
-But then she shuffled closer to you and hugged you
-“MC, will you let me be that friend? Can I help you?” she asked, to your surprise.
-You were already crying too much so you just nodded
-So Jaehee smiled and started to cry too
-She looked so cute crying but you didn’t deserve her
-In fact, you wondered how many times you’d drawn a line of your own blood because you were ashamed of your sexuality
-But with Jaehee hugging you so tightly and promising to be there for you, you allowed yourself to imagine what a world with good things in for you could be like
-What if Jaehee did like you back?
-Oh if only you knew
-If only you knew how much it broke her heart to see that you’d caused yourself pain
-Jaehee wondered if it was her fault for not being a good enough friend
-It’s not, Baehee, you’re perfect and we love you

Jumin:

-It was whilst you were still ‘trapped’ in his penthouse that he found out
-He thought you were about to leave
-So he grabbed your arm to stop you escaping
-You know the Visual Novel I’m on about, right?
-And you accidentally let out a yelp of pain
-He let go go your arm and saw blood seeping through the fabric
-Forget whatever he was about to tell you- you were injured
-“MC, what happened? I didn’t- I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jumin panicked.
-“No- it’s not you. I’m fine,” you lied.
-He wasn’t about to let you pretend you weren’t hurt
-So he rolled your sleeves up
-And saw the lines on your arms
-And broke down
-“MC- I- Why- Why would you do this to yourself?” he asked, practically in tears.
-You just hung your head, not answering
-“It’s not me, is it?” Jumin asked with his eyes wide, “Am I trapping you? Is that why? Please- I’ll let you go immediately.”
-At this point you’re pretty sure he’d leaked a few tears
-“No,” you said calmly, “It was way before I met you that I started.”
-“How could someone as kind and beautiful and perfect as you do something like that to your body?” he asked.
-“I’m not perfect or beautiful in any way. I’m messed up. Really messed up. I just wanted to try and help you,” you explained.
-“And you are doing. So now I need to help you,” Jumin said sternly.
-You looked up at him
-And started crying
-So he cried too
-Jumin decided to envelope you in a hug
-So you just cried into his chest, feeling safe
-Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay at his penthouse forever
-When Elizabeth was around, Jumin promised himself that he’d force you to see the best counsellor in the world

Seven:

-He found out just after you’d started living in his house
-He’d told you he had something to fix on his computer but you were having a really bad day
-So to you, that just seemed like an excuse to not spend time with you
-He loves you though, please never think that! People love you and sometimes they actually just have to do stuff
-For once, he didn’t put his headphones on
-So he heard crying and decided to come and check it out
-Only to find you with blood coating your arm in a pile of tears
-He panicked
-And just runs towards you and hugs you close to his chest, not caring if he’s getting blood all over him
-You cry into his shoulder for a while whilst he just rocks and shushes you
-He knows the feeling
-Whilst he never self harmed, he was very depressed for so long
-And he knew what it was like to feel like you shouldn’t even exist anymore
-But without you
-He couldn’t exist
-Deciding it was best to tell you this, he starts to
-“MC, I love you. I couldn’t live without you. You mean so much to me. You helped me with my depression and now I want to help you. Please, let me save you like you saved me,” he begged.
-He’s going to do absolutely anything he can to help you

Saeran:

-I feel like he’d know the signs
-Because I’m pretty sure he’d self harmed too
-So he just asks you
-“MC, do you self harm?”
-“What makes you think that?” you answered sceptically.
-“Because I did for a while. You were what made me stop. Please don’t lie to me and show me your arms,” Saeran ordered with clear concern in his eyes.
-You show him your arms- it’s pointless hiding it
-“You’re going to come and see my counsellor with me,” Saeran said immediately.
-“No, Saeran! I don’t want to see a counsellor,” you begged.
-He grabbed you by the shoulder and leant down to look you directly in the eyes
-“I don’t care if you want to go or not. I’m not going to allow the person that saved and healed me to suffer herself. I love you too much to lose you. My life is nothing without you,” he told you.
-You hug him really tight
-And just wonder how you’re both messes
-Saeran was not going to allow you to help him as much as you had without him helping you in return
-He loved you too much to lose you

V:

-You were constantly thinking that you were nothing compared to Rika
-Sure, she’d been crazy, but V had loved her
-Probably more than he loved you
-V found out you self harmed when he accidentally walked into the bathroom whilst you’d just finished showering
-You had a towel wrapped around you but your arms were exposed
-And bleeding
-“I’m sorry- wait, MC, your arms!” V started to apologise before seeing the lines and blood on your forearms.
-You hung your head
-He was going to tell you that you were nothing compared to Rika- that you were weak- that you were weird for harming yourself
-But he didn’t
-Instead, he runs towards you, gently takes your arm and kisses all your scars
-“I made a mistake last time- I didn’t help her. I’m not going to make that mistake again because I love you so much that I will force you to see a therapist,” V told you.
-“But I don’t want to-“ you started to protest
-“I know. Last time I made the mistake of thinking love would be enough. I’m not blind anymore and I can see that despite me loving you, you need proper help. I don’t want to lose you. You mean far more to me, MC,” V said.  
-I’m sorry for the blind joke, really I am
-It suddenly registered in your mind what he was saying
-V loved you
-He loved you more than he’d loved Rika
-And he wanted to help you
-Finally- someone did
-And you loved him

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: jake peralta did not complain when amy said he needed to drink more water he just simply went along with listening to his smort girlfriend because she’s doing it cause she cares about him and he hates water so much but he is POWERING through it like a champ and he even got a snazzy ego cup for it JAKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE WATER ON PIZZA, THAT IS GREASE YOU CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER anyways as i was saying I SWEAR TO GOD YOU WERE ACTUALLY RAISED BY CHILDREN CAUSE ON YOUR BIRTHDAY YOUR MOM SAID YOUR FAVOURITE KIND OF CAKE IS “BLUE” LIKE HONESTLY AMY HAS SO MANY THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT hes such a good boyfriend

Everything Johnny Cade says in the book.

“Leave her alone, Dally.”

“You sure didn’t show it. Nobody talks to Dally like that.”

“Sixteen.”

“How come y’all ain’t scared of us like you were Dally?”

“Dally’s okay. He’s tough, but he’s a cool old guy.”

“Hey, Two-Bit.”

“Aw, cut it out! Dally was bothering them and when he left they wanted us to sit with them to protect them. Against wisecracking greasers like you, probably.”

“Soda?”

“There was a whole bunch of them. A blue Mustang full…I got so scared..”

“Your boyfriends?”

“Gee, I thought you and Darry and Soda got along real well…”

“It’s the truth. I don’t care.”

“It’s because we’re greasers. We could have hurt her reputation.”

“Man, that was a tuff car. Mustangs are tuff.”

“I can’t take much more. I’ll kill myself or something.”

“Well, I won’t. But I gotta do something. It seems like there’s gotta be someplace without greasers or Socs, with just people. Plain, ordinary people.”

“Ponyboy. Hey, Pony, wake up.”

“I don’t know. I went to sleep, too, listening to you rattle on and on. You’d better get home I think I’ll stay all night out here.

“Okay.”

“Easy, Ponyboy. We’ll be okay.”

“Well, don’t be. You’re scarin’ me. What happened? I never seen you bawl like that.”

“I think I like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. At least then I know he knows who I am. I walk in that house, and nobody says anything. I walk out, and nobody says anything. I stay away all night, and nobody notices. At least you got Soda. I ain’t got nobody.”

“It ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you. It just ain’t the same.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Ain’t you about to freeze to death, Pony?”

“I don’t know. But I bet they’re looking for us. We picked up their girls.”

“It’s too late now. Here they come.”

“You’re outa your territory. You’d better watch it.”

“I killed him. I killed that boy.”

“Go ahead. I won’t look at you.”

“Yeah. I had to. They were drowning you, Pony. They might have killed you. And they had a blade…they were gonna be me up…”

“Yeah. Like they did before.”

“They ran when I stabbed him. They all ran.”

“Calm down, Ponyboy. Get ahold of yourself.”

“We gotta get outa here. Get somewhere. Run away. The police’ll be here soon. We’ll need money. And maybe a gun. And a plan.”

“Dally. Dally’ll get us outa here.”

“I think at Buck Merril’s place. There’s a party over there tonight. Dally said somethin’ about it this afternoon.”

“Dally! We gotta see Dally.”

“We figured you could get us out if anyone could. I’m sorry we got you away from the party.”

“Wish I had me a weed.”

“Sure, Dally, thanks.”

“Now.”

“The first stop’ll be Windrixville. I don’t see why he gave me this. I couldn’t shoot anybody.”

“Blast it, Ponyboy. You must have put my legs to sleep. I can’t even stand up. I barely got off that train.”

“That’s okay. I didn’t want to wake you up until I had to.”

“Go ask someone. The story won’t be in the paper yet. Make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.”

“I’ll have to stay here. You go down the road and ask the first person you see where Jay Mountain is. Then come back. And for Pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching down like a thug.”

“You know, you look an awful lot like Sodapop, the way you’ve got your hair and everything. I mean, except your eyes are green.”

“Shoot, you are too.”

“I swear, Ponyboy, you’re gettin’ to act more like Two-Bit every day.”

“Come on inside. Dally told us to stay inside.”

“A week’s supply of baloney, two loaves of bread, a box of matches…”

“I remembered you sayin’ something about it once. And me and you went to see that movie, ‘member? I thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.”

“We’re gonna cut our hair, and you’re gonna bleach yours. They’ll have our descriptions in the paper. We can’t fit ‘em.”

“We’d have to anyway if we got caught. You know the first thing a judge does is make you get a haircut.”

“I don’t know either—it’s just a way of trying to break us. They can’t really do anything to guys like Curly Shepard or Tim; they’ve had about everything done to them. And they can’t take anything away from them because they don’t have anything in the first place. So they cut their hair.”

“Oh, come on, Ponyboy. It’ll grow back.”

“No. We gotta bleach it first.”

“Cut the front and thin out the rest. I’ll comb it back after I wash it.”

“Go ahead and cut it.”

“I guess—I guess we’re disguised.”

“Oh, shoot. It’s just hair.”

“Well, we got to get used to it. We’re in big trouble and it’s our looks or us.”

“I’m sorry I cut off your hair, Ponyboy.”

“I know. Things have been happening so fast…”

“Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we’re in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin’ out wide open, just waitin’ for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick ‘em up. He coulda walked out with half the store. Good ol’ Two-Bit.”

“Stop it! Shut up about last night! I killed a kid last night. He couldn’t of been over seventeen or eighteen, and I killed him. How’d you like to live with that?”

“I didn’t mean to, but they was drownin’ you, and I was so scared…There sure is a lot of blood in people.”

“This is my fault for bringin’ a thirteen-year-old kid along. You ought to go home. You can’t get into any trouble. You didn’t kill him.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Ponyboy. Don’t cry, Pony, we’ll be okay. Don’t cry…”

“Yeah.”

“Nope. We’re all cried out now. We’re gettin’ used to the idea. We’re gonna be okay now.”

“I bet they were cool ol’ guys. They remind me of Dally.”

“Yeah…in the manners bit, and the charm, too, I guess. But one night I saw Dally gettin’ picked up by the fuzz, and he kept real cool and calm the whole time. They was gettin’ him for breakin’ out the windows in the school building, and it was Two-Bit who did that. And Dally knew it. But he just took the sentence without battin’ an eye or even denyin’ it. That’s gallant.”

“Golly. That sure is pretty.”

“The mist was what was pretty. All gold and silver.”

“Too bad it couldn’t stay like that all the time.”

“What?”

“Where’d you learn that? That was what I meant.”

“You know, I never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them. It seems like they were never there before. Your family sure is funny.”

“I didn’t mean nothing. I meant, well, Soda kinda looks like your mother did, but he acts just exactly like your father. And Darry is the spittin’ image of your father, but he ain’t wild and laughing all the time like he was. He acts like your mother. And you don’t act like either one.”

“Yeah. I guess we’re different.”

“You’re starved?”

“Yeah. Whatever gave you the idea we ain’t?”

“You sure can cuss good, Dally.”

“You’d better believe it.”

“Gee, it sure will be good to get into a car again.”

“A spy? Who?”

“Cherry? The Soc?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I said we’re goin’ back and turn ourselves in.”

“I got a good chance of bein’ let off easy. I ain’t got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy and Cherry can testify to that. And I don’t aim to stay in that church all my life.”

“We won’t tell that you helped us, Dally, and we’ll give you back the gun and what’s left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won’t get into trouble. Okay?”

“I’m sure. It ain’t fair for Ponyboy to have to stay up in that church with Darry and Soda worryin’ about him all the time. I don’t guess…I don’t guess my parents are worried about me or anything?”

“My parents, did they ask about me?”

“I was scared. I still am. I guess we ruined our hair for nothing, Ponyboy.”

“Would you rather have me living in hide-outs for the rest of my life, always on the run?”

“Hey, Ponyboy.”

“The window stopped him.”

‘Naw…Too fat.”

“Where’s the kids?”

“Shut up! We’re goin’ to get you out!”

“Get out!”

“Hey, y’all.”

“Don’t…don’t let me put enough grease on my hair. “

“He came by.”

“Came to see Dally.”

“Tuff enough.”

“The book—can you get another one?”

“Yeah, it just hurts sometimes. It usually don’t…I can’t feel anything below the middle of my back…”

“I’m pretty bad off, ain’t I, Pony?”

“I won’t be able to walk again. Not even on crutches. Busted my back.”

“You want to know something, Ponyboy? I’m scared stiff. I used to talk about killing myself…I don’t want to die now. It ain’t long enough. Sixteen years ain’t long enough. I wouldn’t mind it so much if there wasn’t so much I ain’t done yet and so many things I ain’t seen. It’s not fair. You know what? That time we were in Windrixville was the only time I’ve been away from our neighborhood.”

“I don’t want to see her.”

“I said I don’t want to see her. She’s probably come to tell me about all the trouble I’m causing her and about how glad her and the old man’ll be when I’m dead. Well, tell her to leave me alone. For once—for once just to leave me alone.”

“Hey.”

“Useless…fighting’s no good…”

“Ponyboy.”

Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.”

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 20

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: OooOOOooOOOOOhhhhh~  

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anonymous asked:

What do you think are the worst five (or ten if you're feeling particularly salty) instances of the checklist effect?

For reference, I understand the checklist effect to mean “things that happen/will happen in the books which also happen in the show, but only because they happen/will happen in the books and no other reason.”

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Boyfriend!Jaehyun

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  • Fuck man he gives me such fuckboy vibes sometimes I love and hate it
  • Even though he’s a squish probably gonna go over board on this
  • Not even sorry lol
  • Okay but let’s begin
  • He’s obviously one of the “hot guys” at school
  • Like everyone wants to sit with him or just be near him
  • But you never really understood why people liked him so much?
  • Probably cause you were more into personality first cause looks can only last so long
  • So you were just meh about him
  • Look Jaehyun knew he has good looks, not the best but good looks.
  • But he used what he can for his advantage
  • He’ll say something like, “did you understand the homework.” Someone will just give him answer to the homework.
  • So when he asked you about the homework you’re just like “Yeah I did.” And just go back to whatever you were doing.
  • He’s taken aback but that caused him to get curious about you
  • Actually started to talk to you more and he thought you were cute
  • OKAY BUT LET’S FAST FORWARD TO YOU TWO DATING
  • Cause Im gonna get all emo and shit
  • He loves skinship
  • But at first he was all embarrassed about it and didn’t want to make so many like cringe faces when holds your hand
  • But with skinship he’ll also get red.
  • You know what he just get’s red all the time.
  • Especially when you hype him up and compliment the shit out of him
  • He loves that
  • BUT EXPECT HIM TO DO THE SAME THING TO YOU TOO
  • “Oh DDDDAAAAMMMMMNNNNN!!! You look good babe.”
  • Pet names all the time.
  • When you make fun of him you call him Jeffery until he tells you to stop cause he’s getting embarrassed
  • You literally range from calling him Jaehyun, to Jae, to Jeffery to Yoonoh to “hey loser”
  • Loves being the big spoon
  • But doesn’t mind having his head on your shoulder at times
  • Loves when you run your fingers through his hair
  • Let’s you do make up on him
  • Makes you a playlist of old school jazz and rock for you and literally writes a paragraph reasoning why he choose that song.
  • Hates whenever the other members comes along to y’alls dates only because they will bring up embarrassing stories about Jaehyun.. Like how he slipped in the showers and started shouting “HELP I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UP.”
  • But loves whenever they have take cute pictures of the two of you
  • Once a month takes you out on a day long date as a way of saying “thank you for putting up with me”
  • Won’t do all those deep feelings talks until a year of dating.
  • He’ll protect you and take care of you even if he doesn’t do the best job with himself. He’ll make you his main priority.
It’s a Buck Girl Thing (4/?)

Based loosely on ‘It’s a Boy Girl Thing’ (2006)


Summary: You (female reader) pine after Steve Rogers whilst Bucky is being a little shit. One night after an argument on the rooftop you wake up in each other’s bodies.


Pairing: Steve x Reader


Word count: 3.3k


Need to catch up? Here’s PART 3 or IBGT MASTERLIST


Warnings: Okay… So it starts of with SMUT - I know it’s weird to imagine yourself in Bucky’s body but I can’t see a way round it - there had to be a hand job. There’s also sexual content and swearing.


A/N: Well, riding on a wave of inspiration that hit me like a train yesterday here’s another big chapter from me. I hope this fic is still making you smile and want more?

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes


After yet another awkward interaction with Steve, a cold shower sounded like a good option. You needed to calm down quickly, otherwise he’s only going to suspect something more serious is going on. And who knows how long you’d be able to keep up the pretences?



Physically - the cold shower seemed to help, but mentally - you still couldn’t shake off the constant dirty thoughts about Steve. Not sure how long this charade would continue, you needed to find a better way of managing your constant arousal. Maybe Bucky was right and you needed some release?

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Pictures of You (Cole Sprouse)

Originally posted by paranoid-papi

Pairing: Cole Sprouse x Photographer!Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: You and Cole have been dating for a while and he’s head over heels just like you. He is constantly posting photos about you and just being all and all cute. During one of his interviews, when asked about you, he confesses that he’s missed you since you’ve been out working on your photography somewhere else.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is my first Cole Sprouse fic and it was requested by a cute anon who said, “Can you do a Cole Sprouse one shot where you’re a photographer and you two are dating and he’s always posting about you and you two are really cute and it’s all fluffy and people are always him about you in interviews and he’s all blushy 💛💛😩and your tom holland imagines are awesome lmao💛💛”

Masterlist Request a Prompt


“So, all I’ve seen on your Instagram are pictures of your girlfriend.” The host who was interviewing Cole stated, only to cause a blush to rise to Cole’s cheeks.

You smiled as you watched him on the television, knowing that the host’s statement was true.

“Well, I do post a lot about Y/n and I’ve been doing it even more lately because she’s been working on her photography in China. She actually just got a job with National Geographic.” Cole said proudly as the audience clapped. “Aw, thanks. I’ll tell her you all are proud.”

You laughed softly as your cheeks started to heat up at the fact that Cole was gushing about you on television.

“You two are so charming.” The host smiled. “How long have you two been together?”

“We’ve been together for two years.” Cole replied. “Our two year anniversary is today, actually.” An choir of awe came from the audience as Cole turned even more red. “Yeah, but she’s in China so we were going to do a skype date.”

“That’s so cute. But before we change the subject, everyone here at the studio has a bit of a surprise for you.”

That was your cue to go. You picked up a cardboard cutout of yourself and headed onto the stage, making sure to cover yourself so Cole couldn’t see you.

“Oh my god!” Cole laughed. “You guys must think I’m too lonely!”

“Well, we thought it’d be a great idea to bring Y/n for you so you wouldn’t feel so alone.” The host explained. “Why don’t you go ahead and take her from our intern?”

“Yeah, sure. Okay.” Cole replied, shaking his head as he rose from his seat. “I still can’t believe you got me this.”

His hands brushed yours as he took the cardboard cutout from you, only to drop it when he laid eyes on your smiling face.

“Y/n!” He cried, pulling you into a hug and lifting you into the air as you lost yourself in a fit of giggles.

“Well, hello to you too.” You smiled as he set you down and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“When- when did you get here?” Cole stammered as the crowd and host watched you two in silence.

“A few hours ago. I would’ve called, but that would’ve ruined the surprise.” You stated, taking Cole’s hand in yours before leading him back to the couch he was previously sitting on.

“Thank you so much for coming, Y/N.” The host said.

“Thank you for having me.”

“So, two years. That is a long time to date so young.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel all that long. I mean, we started dating right when I was finishing up college and now here we are, both with amazing jobs and still together.”

“That’s just amazing. Most couples your age don’t stay together very long. I mean, when I was in my twenties I had a new boyfriend every other week.”

You chuckled along with the audience and Cole. “Well, we always joke that we act like an older couple because of how we get along and how things just fall into place at home. But, lately it’s been hard to be so far away.”

“The only thing you didn’t tell her was that every time I start to see you on Skype, no matter how far you are, I know- I know that I’m in love with you.” Cole said, placing a hand on yours with a smile.

“Yes, even though I’m far away, we both know I’ll always stay right alongside you.” You replied, putting your hand on his.

“Now, I’d like to play a little game with you two. If you look in front of you on the table, there’s two whiteboards and markers.” the host explained. “We are going to play the newlywed game.”

“Awesome.” You smiled as you retrieved your marker and board.

“Alright, first question. What is Cole’s favorite food? You guys will show your boards on the count of three.”

You wrote down your answer and looked at Cole with a smile. “This question is easy.”

“Okay. Count of three. One, two, three.”

You and Cole showed your boards and laughed as you got the same answer.

“Okay! Good job! Next question, what is Y/N’s favorite thing to photograph?”

You smiled and wrote down your answer as Cole tried to look over your shoulder, causing you to move and hide your board.

“One, two, three!”

You shook your head with a chuckle as you looked at Cole’s board, an answer very different from your answer of nature.

“What?!” Cole exclaimed between chuckles. “You take so many pictures of me! How can I not say me?”

“You were so off, baby.”

“Okay, so Cole is obviously a little vain.” The host joked. “Let’s move on to the next question. Cole loves to bake, what is his specialty?”

“Cake.” You stated, a little cake drawn in the corner of your board as Cole nudged you.

“Man, you really know Cole, but obviously he needs to work on his facts.”

“It’s not my fault she has so many pictures of me!”

“Okay, okay, new question. Who is Y/N’s favorite artist? Hint; the artist is not a photographer.”

“Frida Kahlo.” You both said in unison, showing your boards on the count.

“Alright, Cole’s catching up. We have time for two more questions.” The host smiled. “First question, what is the one chick flick Cole secretly loves?”

“The Notebook. A classic.” You stated before he could say anything when the count was called. “We watched it together on our fourth date cause I asked him to watch it with me and he cried before confessing he’d seen it before a few times even though he said he never had.”

The host laughed. “That’s phenomenal. Alright, the last and final question; what has Y/N been dying to ask Cole?”

“Oh, god. I have no idea. I’m not even going to write something down.” Cole stated.

“No, write something.” You told him with a smile.

“Okay. Fine.”

“Show the boards on the count of three. One, two, three!”

On Cole’s board was a drawing of you and him with flowers surrounding you and on yours it said, “Will you marry me?” with a ring drawn on it.

“Do you mean that?” Cole asked, his jaw hanging low in shock.

“Yes! Of course! I know it’s not a normal proposal, but when have we ever been normal?”

“Let’s get married! Oh my god, baby, let’s get married.” Cole exclaimed, pulling you towards him before locking lips with you and the audience went wild.

All that waiting and all those pictures he posted of you to get to that point seemed like nothing to Cole in that moment. 

Devil’s Trap

Summary: You’re getting closer and closer to finding the demon, so you enlist the help of Bobby Singer. Getting John back doesn’t go to plan at all.
Words: 6.4k
Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess
Warnings: episode related angst and violence

Beta: @blacksiren
A/N: this is the final part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite of Season One, find the masterpost here

Your name: submit What is this?

“You’re never going to see your father again.”

Dean hung up the phone instantly, shoving it into his pocket and picking up the Colt.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he tucked the gun into the back of his pants.

He picked up your jacket, handing it to you and kissing your cheek.

“We gotta go,” he told you, and you nodded, putting on your jacket before helping Jess to slip on her own.

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A Little Push

Characters: Pietro x Reader

Summary: No matter how quick Pietro Maximoff is even he can’t outrun his feelings.

Word Count: 1505 words

Prompt: This gif.

A/N: This is for my 800 followers celebration as requested by the lovely @flirtswithdanger who sent me this lovely gif and reminded me how much I love this Maximoff.

Pietro Maximoff was smitten.  Had been since the moment you had walked into the training room with Nat, laughing at something Tony had said earlier when he had tried being smooth. Pietro had been lifting weights and all of a sudden his grip slipped and the sound of heavy weights hitting the floor had your eyes on him and he was all too aware that this was NOT the first impression he wanted to make.  “Smooth quick shot.” Clint called over from the bench where he was sitting watching the entire scene with a smirk.

“Yeah, well… shut up old man.” Maximoff huffed at him, avoiding looking at you for fear that it would be like looking directly at the sun and the little jolt he had felt in his chest upon seeing you would turn into a full blown heart attack.  

“Nice come back.” Clint grinned causing the boy to storm out of the room.  Great, not only would you think he was clumsy but also simple.  He rushed out so fast he didn’t see your curious look which was probably a good thing.

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anonymous asked:

I can't believe people are still convinced/saying that Sarada is Karin's daughter. Honestly I'm at the point where Sarada could have pink hair or green eyes, heck even have both and still people will be like nope Sakura ain't the mama it's Karin haha. Anyways is it because of the glasses? 🙄 if so, omfg I'm done 😩😂anyways have a good one 😁

Lol, of course it’s because of the glasses, Sarada’s glasses were literally the entire cause of all the ridiculous debate surrounding her parentage, and Kishi decided to take advantage of that with Gaiden’s needless drama.

I mean just look at how many times the glasses were emphasised in Gaiden.

Chapter 1

Where the fact that another woman was next to her father wasn’t the issue, it was the fact that this woman wore glasses - That was the important part:


Chapter 2

Where again, the only thing that mattered to Sarada was the fact that this mystery woman was wearing similar glasses to her:


Chapter 2 Again

Where now, she’s only known as the “glasses woman”, because obviously, that’s her most important and defining trait:


Chapter 5

Where Sarada doesn’t emphasise the fact that there was another woman standing next to her father. No, she emphasised the fact that they were wearing similar glasses. Naruto’s face says it all:


And chapter 7

Where Suigetsu’s only explanation for why they may have obtained those bogus test results, was because Karin and Sarada had similar glasses, that’s it. He didn’t say anything about their character or looks or anything else that actually mattered. Nope, it all hinged on the glasses:


Kishi essentially mocked the idea of comparing Sarada to Karin solely due to the glasses, and the whole silly subplot of Chouchou trying to fins her real father too was just another way for Kishi to give a big proverbial middle finger to every child who bothered him and his assistants. The idea of Chouchou trying to find her real dad was ridiculous, as was the idea of Karin being Sarada’s mother. It’s not a coincidence that both ran side by side.

I have something to say.

When I was in elementary school, we had a holocaust survivor come to talk to us about her experiences. Before she left she said something to us that I never forgot. She said “No one person can fight for all causes at once. Putting concentrated effort in a few causes is better than putting the barest of effort while trying to cover them all” And she challenged us to pick 3-5 causes that we will spend our lives fighting for and learning about and commit to them as best we can.

Of course the context was such that it was clear that if there is a Major Event occurring which needs immediate attention, definitely hyperfocus on that. But the point that she made still stuck and I think that in this current environment its wise to think about your activism in this way.

As children of the information age, we pride ourselves on being able to know the most up to date information on everything around us. Its easy to get overwhelmed when you know that there are so many causes to fight for and so many people and things being desecrated or hurt. In most cases, being overwhelmed creates anxiety that leads to inaction. And inaction is something no one needs.

Let us look at ourselves and look at our values and each choose 3-5 things that we want to make sure we become knowledgeable about, and 1 thing we want to fight for, then focus our energy on them at Maximum Intensity. Now….of course all aspects of oppression are irrevocably linked. I talk about that on here all the time. But more potent activism on your few causes lets you have the focus you need to really make waves.

You care a lot about the environment? learn about fixing it. Invent something. You care about healthcare? Put your all into saving it. You care about politics? vaguely consider becoming a politician. Acknowledge that there are other issues at hand, and that they require work, but focus on your causes. Make these next 4 years count in regards to the issues you feel matter the most.

If you see one of your causes has a huge amount of people fighting for it and they seem to be making good headway, find another cause that seems to be flagging and needs a boost. Keep your causes down to 3 - 5. If you don’t have time or energy, lower that number to 1-2 but increase your vigilance on those 1-2 things.

If we work together and focus, we can make sure things get covered without succumbing to intellectual exhaustion or depression.

We are a huge generation. We are smart, we are creative, we are resilient. We come up with ever increasing solutions to many many problems that were once thought to be unsolvable. We are so empathetic and brave and strong.

We can do this.

10

Here are just some of my old sonas only going back as far as 2012 since any older files would not exist on this laptop. 

Before that I was a teddy bear, a stuffed bat, a cat, a bunny, a black dragon named black magic, a moth, like goodness sometimes I could change sonas in the span of a week. 

Let me tell you it was frustrating as hell. It was a long and arduous process that took a good span of my life so I feel you on the sona thing. 

Gonna include more under the cut.

This is really long cause its really personal sorry’’’’

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Take It or Leave It

Request: hey!! can i request 8 and 17 for wonho? tysm, and i hope you have a nice day! (this is my first time requesting idk what i’m supposed to do ahduxk)

8) “Why am I so afraid to lose you when you aren’t even mine?”
17) Your bias hires you to be their significant other

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N x (ft. Minhyuk)

Type: fluff


“I can’t do it,” you muttered, attempting to turn around for the dozenth time. “But I have to…” You argued with yourself, spinning back around on your heel and continuing down the original route you were once traveling. “But I can’t.” 

You paused again in the middle of the sidewalk and groaned, attracting several glances from businessmen passing nearby. You were in the midst of an existential crisis. 

At two in the afternoon. 

In the middle of Gangnam. 

For the world to see. 

“But you gotta,” you nodded, beginning forward motion again. 

You kept your portfolio tucked securely under your arm as you traversed the pavement, making your way to the tall building looming in the distance. When you had moved to Korea, it had never been your goal to work for an entertainment company, but when the opportunity had presented itself, who were you to say no? 

You continued to nod, whispering small affirmations to yourself as butterflies beat wildly in your stomach. “Position specifications,” you hummed, mentally reading over the job listing you had damn near memorized. “No age specifications. No specifications in physical appearance. May be male or female. Must have a firm grasp of languages and the ability to cook ramen.” 

The position being scouted for was an English tutor, so the firm grasp of language portion hadn’t stumped you, but just about everything else had. What did cooking ramen have to do with your proficiency of the English language? 

You pushed lightly on the door of the building leading to Starship Entertainment, leaving little hesitation in your motions as the structure’s shadow swallowed you whole. If you paused for even a fraction of a moment, you would have yourself talked out of the interview and nervously jogging back toward your apartment. 

Glancing around the lobby, you instantly met eyes with a small, blonde woman situated behind a large, dark-wood desk. She smiled at you cautiously as she shuffled a stack of papers and gave a quick nod in your direction as you began to approach. 

“Hello, I’m here for the job inter-”

“Yes, hello, hi, I’ve got it, don’t worry about it from here. Everything is a-okay. You didn’t see this person, nor do you know they exist - thank you,” an unfamiliar blonde boy squeaked as he grabbed you lightly by the shoulders and began to pivot you away from the receptionist’s desk. 

“Wait, I had to check in-” you whispered, glancing up at the strange man. 

“I told him not to advertise it as a Starship position,” he clucked, shaking his head. “This is a bad idea, such a bad idea.” 

“I’m sorry, but what exactly is a bad idea?” you hissed, becoming more annoyed by the moment. You felt as if you were being abducted. “And who are you?”

“Oh, I’m definitely not going to be the one to break this news to you,” he muttered, shaking his head. “And uh…I’m Changkyun, Im Changkyun, that’s C-H-A-”

“Ah! Minhyukkie!” a bright voice called from a corridor toward your right. “You intercepted the uh…interview?” 

“I wouldn’t exactly call it that,” the boy holding onto your shoulders grumbled. 

“Wait, I thought you said your name was-” you began, furrowing your eyebrows as you looked at him. 

“You thought nothing. You saw nothing. I was never here,” the man you now knew to be Minhyuk hissed. “This is Hoseok’s train wreck.” 

“I’m assuming you’re Hoseok?” you asked, turning to the handsome boy who had just appeared in the lobby. 

“I am,” he grinned. “Care to take a seat?” 

“You’re just going to talk to her about this in public?” Minhyuk gasped. “Shouldn’t you like…I don’t know…at least take her for an ice cream before you spill the details about your immense lie-”

“Minhyuk,” Hoseok cringed. “I think I hear someone calling for you. From the elevator. Twelve floors up. You should probably attend to that.” 

“The less I see, the less I’m responsible for,” Minhyuk muttered. He sighed as he looked you up and down and shook his head. “Bless you.” 

“Uh, I feel as if there is something that wasn’t conveyed accurately on the job listing?” you whispered, cutting your eyes at Hoseok. He nodded nervously as he began to sidestep toward a set of plush couches in the corner of the lobby. You followed his slow movements, growing weary with the thought of even talking to him. 

He was lucky he was so good-looking. The thought almost caused a groan to escape from your lips as it crossed your mind. Were you really that easy to be coerced by a pretty face?

The answer was yes. 

But in your defense, you had never seen a face like Hoseok’s before. 

“So, you’re interested in the position,” he nodded, attempting to keep his face calm. You hadn’t known it at the time, but he had just as many butterflies in his stomach as you. “Now might be a good time to let you know…uh…well…

Starship isn’t looking for an English tutor for their artists.”

“Alright, thank you,” you hummed, gathering your things and beginning to stand. A hollow feeling hit low in your stomach. You knew it was too good to be true. “Have a wonderful da-”

“No,” Hoseok chuckled uneasily as he reached out to grab your wrist. He paused after your skin had touched and hissed slightly. “Not like the position has been filled…there was no position to begin with.” 

“Yup, alright, got it,” you nodded, taking your arm from his grasp.  This afternoon was growing stranger and stranger by the moment and you wanted nothing more than to flee from the situation. “I think we’re done here.”

“But we aren’t,” he groaned, shifting to better face you in your half standing, half crouching position. “There’s another position open…a…um…private position. That I’m hiring for.” 

“That you’re-” you trailed, furrowing your brows in confusion. “Assuming you’re an artist here, which obviously explains why your face looks the way it does-”

“I’m sorry, what?” he chuckled, a smile easily finding his lips. 

“Like you don’t know how good looking you are,” you muttered, plopping back down on the couch. “Of course you’re represented by Starship. If you’re a model or an idol, I don’t know how you can privately hire anyone.” 

“I need a date,” he sighed, crossing his arms. His words felt like a splash of cold water across your face as he spoke them. “Events, family functions. I’m going back home for Chuseok and my mother expects to meet my partner. The one I’ve been telling her so much about…” 

“And you thought…putting an ad on the internet…would accomplish that?” you whispered. You weren’t sure if you were angry or astonished. “An ad…that wasn’t even what the actual job was asking?” 

“I wanted someone intelligent to apply,” he sighed. “I didn’t just want to put any old ad out there asking if someone wanted to date an idol.” 

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in, trying to understand the quick turn in which the situation had taken. Granted, the terms of work had vastly changed, but at the end of the day, you did still need a job. Were you desperate enough to further explore Hoseok’s offer? 

That was hard to determine. 

“Right,” you muttered, rolling your eyes. “Because this is so much better.” 

“I know, you must look at me and think…why does a man, who is the pinnacle of beauty, need to hire someone to date him?” Hoseok continued. “I’ve wondered it myself.” 

You took a deep breath, pausing a moment before you could find an answer. “Actually I was thinking…why does one man need that many accessories, but I assumed it’d be rude to say out loud.”

Hoseok’s jaw dropped slightly before he closed his mouth and smirked. “Well…now that my feelings are sufficiently hurt, let’s take Minhyukkie’s advice and go for a walk.”

“How do you fit feelings between all of those muscles?” you grumbled, beginning to stand. 

“The same way you fit unnecessary sass between those curves,” he grinned. “And by the mere act of standing, I assume you aren’t necessarily ruling out this new development in the job interview.” 

And he was right. 

You hadn’t. 

And that was how you spent two hours, walking around Gangnam with a Korean pop idol, deciding on the terms in which you would begin dating him. 


You leaned against the counter, exhaustion flooding your limbs. Gripping onto the mug in your hands, you blinked heavily above the coffee you had been handed, and sighed in contentment. 

You had spent the better part of your Chuseok helping out Hoseok and his mother at the cafe she owned. Just because most families in Korea were taking an autumn break did not mean her establishment would. She knew patrons would be coming home for the holidays and would want to spend their time at her coffee shop, and she couldn’t be more correct. People flooded into her doors with the cold breeze and consumed incredible amounts of her delicious food and drink. 

You smiled as you met eyes with her. 

She was an incredible woman. It didn’t take long for you to figure that out. You understood why Hoseok had talked about her so much in your short time together. 

Oh, Hoseok. 

After your initial meeting, you had both decided in order to make the relationship as authentic as possible, you had to start spending time with one another. It was difficult to accommodate to his schedule, but you treated it as a job, which it was, technically. Initially, you didn’t understand why Hoseok was so determined to not let his mother down. You hadn’t considered it much of a big deal if he admitted to her that he had never had a significant other. Or that maybe he had and they had simply broken up before the holiday. 

But she wanted so badly for him to be happy. 

And she wanted so badly for him to be loved. 

He just didn’t have the heart to break hers. 

Which you totally understood now. 

You looked fondly to Hoseok’s face as he spoke quietly with his mother. The man who you had no initial patience with nor any trust had completely won you over. He was so kind and considerate. You never thought that someone as good looking and talented as him would have such a warm soul as well. It just wasn’t fair. 

He wasn’t allowed to be a good person AND good looking. 

Although you had met him under false pretenses, you quickly realized that Hoseok had never meant any ill will with his actions. He simply found himself in a difficult situation and came up with a pretty dumb idea of how to fix it. 

Then again…how dumb could it be…if it had actually worked? 

“You ready to head home?” Hoseok asked, standing from the table he had initially collapsed at. Breaking you from your thoughts, you nodded blankly, and yawned. 

“Very tired,” his mom smiled. She stood as well and reached forward, patting your hand lightly. “You did well.” 

You grinned up at her and sighed happily. “Thank you.” 

She nodded before wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close. “Thank you for taking care of my Hoseok. He’s a good boy. He deserves someone like you.”

Your chest grew tight as she stepped away and nodded again. “I think we all do.” 

Any words you could possibly begin to speak immediately caught in your throat. All you could do was nod back, attempting to keep an expression of blatant shock from crossing your face. 

Hoseok’s mom gave him a short hug before disappearing into the back kitchen of the cafe. Intertwining his fingers between yours, he tugged you from the counter and toward the front door, taking you on the short walk back to his family’s home and to the plush pallet you two had been sleeping on. You were ready to rest your sore bones, but even more ready to put distance between yourself and the situation you were in. 

You remained silent for the majority of the walk home. Hoseok spoke quickly, lost in thought after thought as per usual. It wasn’t long before both of your tired frames found solace in the stacks of blankets you had been provided, laying only a few feet from one another on the hardwood floor. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Hoseok whispered shortly after he had turned the lights off. 

“Hm?” you hummed. 

“Thanks for…you know…being here,” he hummed. 

“No thanks needed,” you sighed, trying to keep a pang of emotion from flooding your chest. “You’ve been paying me after all.” 

“Yeah, but you could have walked away after I told you the truth,” he sighed. “But you didn’t. You’ve put up with my crazy these past few weeks and have at the very least learned to tolerate me…and I appreciate that.” 

“You aren’t that crazy,” you murmured. “You just love your family a lot.” 

“And luckily they love you,” he chuckled. “It’s went well.” 

“Hey…Hoseok?” you said quietly. This time it was your turn to ask questions. “What…what’s going to happen? I mean…when Chuseok’s over…are you going to tell your family we broke up?” 

“Oh,” he breathed. The silence between you was near tangible as you felt the energy shift. “I…um…I hadn’t really thought that far to be honest.” 

“You probably should,” you muttered. You tried to keep your emotions from entering your voice. You couldn’t let him know that you had grown so fond of him, so fond of his family. You would be at peace with continuing this…whatever it was. Even without pay. But you were too nervous to ever let that secret escape your lips. “Just tell them I dumped you and decided to join the circus or something.” 

“Hmph,” he croaked, shifting in his pile of blankets. “So…does that mean we stop hanging out?” 

“I assume so,” you hummed. You moved to face his dark frame, only lumps and shadows in the darkness. “Isn’t that how breaking up works?”

“Well,” he chuckled. “I never thought…why would I be…”

“Why would you be what?” you asked, a bit frightened of how he could possibly answer. You could never quite tell where Hoseok’s thought processes were heading, so conversations with him were always an adventure. 

“Why am I so afraid to lose you when you aren’t even mine?” he said softly. 

You bit your lip as he flopped back over in the darkness, turning his back toward you. “But I am yours…”

“Only because I’m paying you to be,” he muttered. “How can I expect you to be with me otherwise?” 

“Before I get angry,” you whispered. “I’m going to give you a chance to explain that statement.” 

“I’m weird, and a pain,” he sighed. “I’m high maintenance and have stupid schedules. No one wants to willingly date me. That’s how we got into this situation in the first place…” 

“Hmph…well,” you said quietly, wiggling in your covers toward him. “Maybe…just maybe, this trial period has me sold.” 

“What?” he grumbled, flipping again to face you. 

“Maybe I’d be willing to date you without my time having to be rented, Hoseok,” you grinned into the darkness. 

“I’m sorry, are you actually saying-”

“Gosh, are all of those muscles acting as a sound barrier? I like you, dork. Take it or leave it,” you chuckled. 

“I take it!” he gasped, reaching over and grabbing hold of your hand. “I take it!” 

“Good,” you muttered, tugging your blanket to your chin with your free hand. “You’re lucky I didn’t swoop in and try to charge a discounted rate.” 

Originally posted by wonhontology