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BTS Reacts - Running Fingers Through Their Hair

Kim Namjoon: Namjoon has fallen asleep on your shoulder while the two of you were watching a movie. He mumbles in his sleep, twitching every so often as if his body felt unsettled from a day’s worth of activity. In order to relax him, you comb your fingers through his short, purple hair, moving in long, extended rows. He smiles, easing his body into yours, immeasurably calm. It’s not often that he gets time alone with you, but when he does, he’s so gratified by how tender you are with your affections. He would refuse to budge for ages. When you try to get up to make dinner, he interrupts you as soon as your hands stop moving, groaning as he tells you not to leave his side.

“Mmm… don’t stop… dinner can wait a couple more hours.”

Park Jimin: Jimin has been so exhausted lately that he falls asleep on your shoulder while talking, backstage. Gently, you lower his head onto your lap. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly on the soft strands closer to his forehead. His eyes gradually open - he almost forgets that the both of you are in public. Jimin would get shy very quickly, and shoot up in a heartbeat - he likes when you play with his hair, but he doesn’t want any undesired attention from staff and fans from your public display of affection. He’d definitely want to continue this later, when the two of you aren’t under scrutiny from the masses. He’s pulled away by duty, but before he leaves, he says:

“Ah, I haven’t slept that well in awhile… sorry I have to leave so soon. Do you want to come by the dorm later - when we have more privacy?”

Min Yoongi: When you smooth the tangles in Min Yoongi’s hair, running the tips of your fingers against his skin while doing so, it sends shivers down his spine. He’s had a lot of worrying thoughts running through his head lately, so he would appreciate any distraction given to him, especially one as delicate and as loving as you. His eyes are locked onto your reflection in the mirror before him. The sight of you relaxes him; your touch is an overdose of serenity. The hairdressers have just finished with his look, and you’re given the consent to ruffle it. You massage his head, fingers buried in his dark hair, this feels so surreal. He moans before turning serious:

“… You’re too good at this. Have been so close to any other person before?”
( You shake your head. )
“Okay. Keep it that way.”

Kim Taehyung: Taehyung is getting the usual case of over-excitement from being backstage for too long. He’s restlessly hopping from group to group, eager to be paid attention to like a child hosting his birthday party. When he spots you in the distance, he rushes up to you, giggling madly, hoping you would join him in his elation. You simply tell him to sit down with you - he complies, and as soon as your hands reach his hair, he turns quiet and composed. He stays motionless and silent, only because you’re doing what you’re doing. Even when Bangtan speaks to him, he simply nods, all too focused on your tranquilizing caresses through his auburn hair. You’ve successfully tamed the beast - when he’s ready to perform, he turns to you with a poised air of confidence.

“I’ll be back for more later, so make sure you hang around.”

Kim Seokjin: Jin seems to be on edge for most of the time he’s getting prettied up by make-up artists, especially since he’ll be performing a new dance routine. While the artists worked their magic on the idol, you play with his flaxen locks, curling them with your fingers as you watched him in the mirror, placating his unease. He can’t help but thank his lucky stars that you’re always there to help him unwind. Sometimes, he’d feign restlessness, just to get you to run your fingers through his hair; he really just wants you to be close by. He gets up from his seat with a lazy look in his eyes, but he doesn’t hesitate to charm you with his dashing good looks as soon as he is able.

“Aish, you’ve made me so relaxed, I’m not sure I’m ready to perform! Does my hair still look good?”

Jung Hoseok: Hobi usually doesn’t sleep in, but when he wakes up next to you brushing his hair with your fingers, he’s tempted to drop everything and take the day off. He has practice with Bangtan in an hour, but you’ve made it a lot harder for him to leave. There’s nothing more soothing to him than having you subconsciously stroke his head of hair. He’s basically in heaven right now, and there’s little chance he’d come back down to Earth unless you truly insisted that he leave for practice, which was only the right thing to do, you thought. He looks up at you, clearly hesitant to stop the groove of your fingers as they moved softly against his scalp.

“I’ll just tell them I’m sick. I want to stay here forever.”
( You urge him to go, or he’ll be late. )
“Okay, okay… five more minutes.” 

Jeon Jungkook: Kook used to not mind sitting next to his members during long car rides. However, that changed when he met you. As soon as Bangtan gets in the van, he pushes his way past his hyungs and books a spot next to you. Midway through the journey, you find your fingers grazing against the skin on his head; he’s falling asleep on your shoulder. He’s no stranger to people brushing through his hair, but there’s something about the way you do it that steadies the beating of his heart. Kook is so used to the feel of your hands; you’ve spoiled him for anyone else. They hit a rest stop, but before you can head to bathroom, you feel his fingers clutch onto your wrist. 

“I’m so used to falling asleep with you touching my hair, that I can’t whenever you’re not around anymore. So, don’t move seats when you get back.”


I hope you like this fluffy scenario-ish react, anon! <3

Alright people, let’s get something straight:

Now, I’ve both made and reblogged posts of this nature before, but earlier today I was scrolling through the ‘Recent’ tab of my Billdip search, yknow, just checking out what’s new in one of my favorite ships, and I kept coming across anti-ship posts and people complaining about incest and pedophilia and all that shit.
*Inhales* Now there are just a FEW things I’d like to add to the ‘arguments’ these posts and bloggers were making:

  1. “It’s supporting pedophilia/incest!”
    Actually no, it isn’t. Unless the author of the said ‘fan-work’ themselves DIRECTLY STATED that pedophilia or incest was fun/good, it is highly unlikely that they support it. Depicting something in a creative medium does not mean in any way that you condone it; for example, just because I joke about killing myself after a bad fanfic or maiming one of the characters in said badfic DOES NOT mean that I would do it in real life, or encourage others to do it in real life. I’ve said this line in my previous post, but I’ll say it again: LIKING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS IN A FICTIONAL RELATIONSHIP HAS ABOUT AS MUCH IMPACT ON SOMEONE’S PERSONAL/POLITICAL/RELIGIOUS VIEWS AS SOMEONE ELSE COMPLAINING ABOUT IT DOES ON THE REAL WORLD.

  2. “It doesn’t matter if it’s fiction, it can still be used to groom kids into thinking that pedophilia/incest is okay or erotic.”
    Believe it or not, I agree with this one. BUT, it still doesn’t change the fact that it’s not OUR JOB to teach naive children what is right or wrong in the world. IT’S A PARENT OR GUARDIAN’S. If a child is young or impressionable enough to think that just because there are pictures and other such media depicting pedophilia/incest it means it’s okay, then they SHOULDN’T BE ON THE INTERNET. Or their parent/guardian should monitor their child’s activity more closely. Moreover, if a child IS naive enough to think such things, then it’s not fucking Fandoms and Tumblr and Fanfiction I’m worried about, I’d be more worried about them stumbling across an ACTUAL PEDOPHILIA OR INCEST FETISH SITE! What then, people? You gonna make accounts on those forums and bitch about morality there? Good luck.

  3. “Well, I dislike it and think it’s disgusting, and I have a right to post my opinion about it on someone else’s blog.”
    Yeah, yes, absolutely, you DO have a right to an opinion! Do you have a right to whine on someone’s blog other than yours, though? NO. Do you really think that you posting a comment in the tags about how disgusting someone or something is will really change anything? It won’t. Now it’s one thing if someone said ‘I don’t support this, I personally think it’s awful, but you’re your own person and are allowed to like whatever you want.’ But even then, I STILL don’t understand why you’d say that on someone’s post. You don’t know this person, that person doesn’t know you, you clearly just implied that you want nothing to do with them or their interests, why the hell can’t you just blacklist their blog and be on your merry way? Know why ladies and gents? Because people are insecure and they need to wave their ‘opinions’ everywhere and at everything until they get recognized. If it’s not constructive criticism and is just someone who’s ‘politely’ stating that they dislike a piece of media and nothing else, they’re not worth your time.

  4. “But it’s encouraging real life pedophilia/incest.”
    *sighs* Yknow, it sucks that I’m the one who has to come out and shatter the Tumblr illusion by saying this, but halting media depictions of something dark or taboo won’t stop horrible things from happening. People, real-life pedophiles are laughing and real-life survivors are scoffing at you for thinking that censoring or filtering TUMBLR media will change ANYTHING. That’s like saying if we cease mass production and marketing of weapons, then worldwide WAR will stop! It’s stupid to think like that. Sadly it doesn’t fucking matter what people do or don’t ship, or write, or draw about, there will always be bad people in the world, and I can assure you that attempting to police stupid fandoms will not change that fact. You want to help fix the world? Go DONATE or VOLUNTEER instead of spending your time whining about what someone is doing with their blog.

  5. “If you ship <Ship Name>, then ur disgusting.”
    That’s close enough to a direct quote I saw from a post, and honestly, I can’t find much merit from someone who can’t even spell ‘YOU’RE’ correctly. And neither should any other sensible person.

And that’s pretty much all I wanted to say. Sorry for the long post, but Black Cat is known for her rants lol. Don’t let anyone tell you what you can and can’t do with your time, and don’t tell anyone that they’re a bad person because they ship this or that.

Like seriously people, it’s just stupid pairings n’ shit.

Big Girls Don’t Cry

Stiles/Derek, 1.3K words, Rated T, Domestic Fluff


Stiles groaned and flipped over, burying his face in the curve of Derek’s shoulder. “This is torture,” he whined, and he felt more than heard Derek’s rumble of agreement.

“Yeah,” he said drowsily.

“How can you be so calm? Our daughter is wailing.”

“I’m not exactly calm. It hurts my ears more than yours,” Derek said dryly, and Stiles rolled his eyes. There had to be a limit on the amount of times that he was allowed to use that excuse. “But the pediatrician suggested that we at least try it. Give it five minutes, we’ll see if she soothes herself.”

Stiles sighed and patted Derek’s chest hair idly, rubbing at his own dry, achy eyes. The past six months had simultaneously been the very best and the most difficult of his entire life. Laura had very kindly donated one of her eggs, Stiles had jerked it in a cup, and a lovely young woman, who was in need of tuition money for grad school, served as their surrogate. Stiles had never expected the conception of his offspring to be such a complicated process that involved so many doctors, but a year later, they were blessed with Mia. She had his eyes and Derek’s hair, and Stiles was pretty sure she was the most beautiful creature to ever walk the earth. She was perfect and wonderful and glorious and holy mother of god, so much work. Stiles had no idea how it was possible to be so exhausted and yet so deliriously happy at the same time.

“How long has it been?” he asked, and Derek grunted.

“90 seconds.” 

Stiles groaned again, squirming restlessly. “Torture, torture, torture.”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Derek said softly, easing himself out from underneath Stiles’ weight. “Be right back.”

Stiles rolled into the warm spot left by Derek’s body and closed his eyes, praying for the sweet relief of sleep. He dozed off, he was pretty sure, and sat bolt upright when he realized that Mia wasn’t crying anymore. How sad was it that he now jerked awake at the absence of sound?

He flopped over to look at the nightstand—it had been four minutes, Derek was still “in the bathroom,” and Mia had stopped crying. Hmm.

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outofexits  asked:

I'm not disappointed that the album is RP and me being upset doesn't have anything to do with the boys & how hard they work but I was kind of shocked since I spent all of my money to buy this album($ extremely expensive in my country).I really would have appreciated it if bighit didn't have such an unfair marketing system that's built purely on the hype because now I legit have nothing left and as a consumer I deserved to be told certain things & just cuz I bought the album doesn't make it right

I understand how you feel, BigHit really should have clearly stated it was a repackage of WINGS rather than Supplementary Story. 

but first I think things need to be cleared up before we start accusing BigHit of things. if we take a step back, bangtan was a tiny group with a tiny fanbase with a rather tiny company with not much of a footprint in the industry. so the concepts were simpler, there were fewer albums, fewer mvs, fewer teasers, fewer trailers. as BigHit and Bangtan grew, so did their fanbase. but the fans expected a certain quality when it came to their favourite group and BigHit always delivers. 

but to be able to now have multiple M/Vs per album, long conceptual interlinking storylines, the sets and locations they have, the wardrobe, the camera/lighting/sound system, to get a better dance practice studio, to be able to provide bigger and better for the boys, and for the fans, and to be able to pay all the staff (producers, managers, stylists, etc etc etc) BigHit had to find a way to obviously make more money to continue providing fans with more elaborate works with every comeback. 

remember when they had to borrow a managers car in the  I Need U M/V because they didn’t have enough money to rent one to film with? and now, we see them having enough money to not only blow up a car! but hire 50 backup dancers! 

BigHit and BTS rely on sales of albums, fanmeets, fansigns, summer packages, seasons greetings, etc etc to be able to continue making more elaborate things for the fans. do you think they would have been able to have 7 different mini basically short film trailers to tease the new WINGS album a year ago? no, but they were able to now because of album sales.

the thing to remember is that BigHit & Bangtan are not asking you to buy every version of an album, it does not make you less of a fan if you buy only 1 or if you don’t buy a single one. but of course like anything there are those who will collect no matter what, no matter how many versions. I understand it sucks to have thought it was going to be a new album and having bought the previous versions for it to be only a repackage with a handful of new songs, but honestly this repackage doesn’t make it any less of an important album. epilogue was a repackage and in all honesty that repackage with those 3 new songs really helped bangtan further their success. this is a business so at the end of the day, yes they want the money and they will figure out ways of doing so, but also, you have to remember it is not done selfishly and for only gain for the company, but as a gain to put back into the boys, the boys success, and the fans invested interest of the group, as well as being able to find new fans by attracting them with their highly produced and detailed M/Vs

but I also kinda want to say that as much as BigHit should have labeled it a repackage, it was also very obvious that it was going to be a repackage because it was the continuation of WINGS. it was the ‘S’ we were missing, and I highly doubt they would have released a full new album for part of another album. there are many ways to look at it, but I think it’s important to understand why, as a company, BigHit is doing it this way

So for the last week, I’ve been seeing criticizing either the writing or Touka herself for getting intimate and feeling that Yoriko has been swept to the side or forgotten.

Honestly, I think it’s the exact OPPOSITE.

There’s nothing Touka can do right now. Both of them are recovering from the fight, their allies are scattered to the wind, and they have no idea where to start looking for answers.

Touka was clearly feeling helpless and hurt last chapter, hence turning her attention back to Kaneki. It’s a very human reaction, to seek out a distraction and comfort through intimacy. 

It seems to be a very raw and emotionally charged chapter, from what @makyun has said. 

It’s the calm before the storm, ultimately. Them getting this long-standing THING between them out, for lack of anything else they can do. 

Beautiful

Words: 3k

Request: Imagine Castiel walking in on you changing w/ fluff and smut. Requested by @castiel-savvy18

Warnings: Sticky sweet fluffy smut, self image and esteem issues, mutual pining, so much lovey-dovey fluff you might think it’s a hallmark movie

A/N: It was a simple request that I went and made complicated; I hope that’s ok. Constructive feedback is always welcome and send me an ask or DM if you’d like to be added to my tag list.

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Being the only female living in the bunker, it wasn’t uncommon for you to disappear to your room for a few hours to be alone. Castiel and the Winchesters just assumed you needed some space and never questioned it.

That is, until today. Sam and Dean had been arguing about the best way to take out some mystery monster from a random horror movie on Netflix. Castiel would offer his opinion when asked, but his focus was set on wondering where you were.

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“Moments” (1/5) - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3401

Plot: The first time you met Peter Parker

Warnings:why the f**k you lying♫….. (someone lies but that’s all I can think of that’s bad(?))

Author’s Note: So this is the first part of a series I’m working on! Please let me know if you like!

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anonymous asked:

I'm happy you exist cause I have the exact same thoughts abt all this mess & it's hard to be 'that person' now. Despites what you're saying I don't think you're delusional 'cause you know when you have to be skeptical, even for cr. Despites who's right or not, I think it's sad how easy it is for us to trust staged pictures & official interviews when we clearly know we shouldn't trust it that easy. Esp when the events don't line up, the drama seems staged and right on time. Have a good day luv 😙

Thanks sweets 😙  Despite all of this I still believe in Camren, I can’t do otherwise, not after everything I’ve seen. But I’m pretty sure a vast majority of the fandom on here is gonna abandon ship now, which is understandable. I probably won’t theorize as much anymore about the indirects and whatnot, cause I don’t feel like being insulted by anons but I won’t think any less of it - and nothing will stop me from analyzing the shit out of CC1 if I think it’s Camren as fuck. I get where Lauren is coming from and why she had to finally put an end to it. I just think there are things that you can’t hide, especially when it comes to love, and that’s why as much as I respect Lauren, it’s really hard for me to believe that Camren never happened, cause eyes don’t lie, and god knows hers and Camila’s were full of love.

also of lust 😏

Zach Dempsey #2

Hello everyone :)
Here is another Zach Dempsey imagine, with a little help by @themonicashastriblog

Request are open and welcome! :)


Originally posted by ourheartbeats

It was nothing, at first.
I didn’t give much thought into the fact that I haven’t been on my period this month.
Hannah’s suicide and Jeff’s death shook up everything and I was still trying to wrap my head around  what happened.
More precisely, what Zach had to do with it.
When I found out about the tapes I was so mad at him for not telling me.

But we eventually got over it.
Now we were happier than before.
Stronger than before.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you there?”, Sherri rips me out of my thoughts and I look at her with an excusing look on my face before I straighten up my cheer leading skirt.

“What were you saying?”, I ask and Sherri laughs before she gets up and we walk into the gym together.
“I was saying, Jess isn’t coming today. She got cramps. This time of the month again, you know.”, she looks over to me and I frown a minute.

“What’s going on? You look like I talked about something evil.”, she laughs and I smile vague before I follow her into the gym.

I am sure it means nothing that my period is late this month too.
Even though the stress was getting better I had a flu and the doctor subscribed me some medication which most likely to mess with my body.
It’s probably nothing.

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Milkshake | A Valentine’s Day One Shot

I know it’s a day early but here we have one in which Harry fucks up because I hate Valentine’s Day and we don’t need any extra sappy-ness, ok? It’s hard enough being permanently single without having a special day to rub it in my face.

“Date night Tuesday, yeah? For Valentine’s Day?” Harry says as you lie your head on his chest. There’s a show on the telly at the end of the bed but neither of you are really paying attention, more interested in the whispered conversation you’re having. He’s been home for a while but soon he’ll be gone again and you wish you could keep him by your side like this forever so he could never leave. But Gucci clothes don’t buy themselves, do they? Oh but yes they do, you reason, when they’re sent to him for free.

“Gotta be seen to be wearing ‘em, makes everyone money,” he justifies with a small giggle.

“Yeah but I still don’t understand why they give the free stuff to the very people who can afford to pay for it? This is how rich people stay rich, you know? They don’t have to buy anything for themselves. I read that Lady GaGa got given a £10k place to stay for the Super Bowl for free by Air BnB, I mean, what the fuck?”

“Are you saying you don’t like the dress YSL sent you?”

“That is completely beside the point, Harry. Entirely. I can’t afford it, you can.”

“Oh, of course, sorry, I forgot you can’t afford anything with your multi-millionaire fiancé,” he rolls his eyes.

“Nope. What’s yours is yours until you get that ring on my finger,” you tease.

“Still think we should skip the big wedding and jus’ go t’ Vegas.”

“Your mother would kill us both,” you laugh. “And why Vegas, of all places? Could go anywhere in the world on our own and you choose Vegas?”

“When we’re in LA sometime…quick flight to Vegas, married an hour later, done.”

“Gosh, remember when I thought you were romantic?”

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In Need Of Your Love ~Bellamy Blake~

Originally posted by bowergosling


Requested

Summary: Back on the Ark Bellamy had cheated on the reader and they broke up. Now she has to face him again and it leads to some unexpected reveals, that make her change her mind on some things.

Word count: 3300


Being on the Earth, walking on the ground, seeing the sun rising every morning, it felt odd and amazing at the same time. Even though I had had pretty good life back on the Ark, being here it finally felt right, I felt free.

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Old Flames, New Sparks - Part 2: Like Old Times

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Danneel Harris, Jensen Ackles, Keith (omc - mentioned) Roxanne (ofc - mentioned), Y/N’s family (mentioned)    

Pairing: Danneel x Reader (past), Danneel x Jensen

Warnings: sucky exes, family sucks sometimes.   

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: You have no idea how long I have been wanting to write a series like this. For once it is not all completely planned out and I am not sure where this ride is gonna take us. I do know that I love Jensen and Danneel to pieces and I am gonna make sure there is a happy ending in this for them somehow.

This series is written for my free square in @spnpolybingo

Thanks to my amazing lil sis @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this series for me.

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You had barely parked the car when you saw her. She was as breathtaking as ever with that huge smile on her face and curly locks framing her features. You just about managed to get out of the car before she was down the stairs, across the driveway and had her arms wrapped around you.

“I missed you so much,” she laughed as the two of you clung to each other. You had forgotten just how right it felt. You didn’t have to pretend with her. With her you were just Y/N and no matter what you said or did, you knew Danneel would never judge you or make fun of you for it. You were best friends first. You always had been and always would be. Whatever else you were feeling you could push aside. She was happy and engaged. All you really needed was to be around her anyway. You needed space to breath and remember who you really were. Not who your family wanted you to be or who Keith had tried to turn you into. You could do that with her.

“I missed you too,” you laughed, “but now I kinda miss breathing too.”

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Confession.

Summary: “Imagine being a Kingsman but having to stay back at the Statesman base for support when Merlin, Eggsy, and Harry leave on that last mission. When Merlin steps on the mine, he confesses to you that he’s actually in love with you through the communication in his glasses. After the mine explodes, Harry and Eggsy bring him back alive - just minus a leg or two. You think he’s dead. Angsty fluffy reunion please?“
Pairing: Merlin x Reader.
Fandom: Kingsman.
Warnings: Death.
Word Count: 1539
A/N: Listening to anything by Sleeping At Last while you read this will 100% help you feel all the feels. 

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anonymous asked:

*Slams door open* HI HOW YA DOIN'? May I request RFA + V + Saeran reacting to MC getting new lens for her frames, and her so shocked that she can see clearly now? I just got my new lens for my frames and I can see e v e r y t h i n g

A/N: *gently fixes door* I can see clearly now the rain has gooooone~ ~Admin 404

I literally went with MC is super stubborn and their glasses do Nothing™ and it’s almost as if they weren’t wearing any ^^;;

*YOOSUNG:

               -He was wondering why, even with your glasses, you were squinting and having a hard time seeing

               -Oh nO WHAT IF YOUR GLASSES WOULDN’T HELP YOU ANYMORE?

               -WHAT IF YOU WERE GOING COMPLETELY FINE??

               -You told him you just needed some new lenses and he waited impatiently for you to get home from the eye doctor because?? What if he was right?? And what if you just said that to protect his feelings?

               -The moment you walk through the door he’s hugging your ankles, crying, telling you how much he’ll always be there to help you see with his eyes instead

               -And all you could do was laugh? Because not only is he overreacting but you can /see/ how bad he was?

               -He stood up, tears streaming down his face and you laughed softly, because what a dork? But he was your dork and you loved him

               -But holy crAP NOW YOU CAN SEE HOW SPARKLY HIS EYES WERE WHEN THERE WERE TEARS IN THEM! YOU COULD SEE JUST HOW SOFT HIS HAIR LOOKED AND HOW AMAZINGLY ADORABLE HIS CUTE LITTLE PUPPY-LIKE DEMEANOR WAS

               -You couldn’t help but ramble about how absolutely adorable you thought he was for days after your new lenses, telling him that now you can see every little detail and how all it did was make you fall in love with him more and he was a blushing mess

               -Why didn’t you get new lenses sooner?? Not only are you always complimenting him and he thought it was sooo nice because wowie, you really think this about him?? Not to mention your LOLOL skills are even /better/ now that you can actually see and he’s so excited for you!!! /and totally not just excited that now y'alls guild is number one;;/

*ZEN:

               -You knew he was beautiful but d a m n

               -You new lenses honed in on his beauty and you were living for it

               -When you saw him, you were always visibly more excited than usual and your face would light up

               -And he loved it!!! He lived to see your bright smile always directed towards him

               -He also loved all of the compliments you give him!

               -“I can finally see how truly chiseled your jaw line is..” you better watch out though

               -Too many compliments like that and it is the Beast™

               -YOU CAN ACTUALLY HELP HIM PRACTICE HIS LINES NOW BECAUSE YOU CAN SEE THE WORDS AND THE BOTH OF YOU ARE /HYPED/

               -You can see him up on the stage, his costume, and the backdrop perfectly now and you’re so happy it actually brings tears to your eyes which, in turn, brings tears to his eyes

               -It’s literally just a never ending cycle of crying over all of the beauty in the world and the both of you are extreme dorks

*JAEHEE:

               -She has non-prescription glasses so she doesn’t exactly /know/ the struggle but she can imagine

               -Sometimes she can tell how bad you’re struggling, considering you try to read the recipe for a cake and the paper is practically taped to your forehead

               -When you started to struggle at making people’s coffees even with your glasses, she was the one who decided you needed to get new lenses and wouldn’t take no for an answer

               -You threw the coffee shop door open, practically sprinting through the door

               -“JAEHEE. DID YOU KNOW THERE ARE /LEAVES/ ON THE TREE OUTSIDE?? OR THAT OUR SIGN HAS /WORDS/??”

               -Yes MC, she’s very aware

               -You’re pointing every little detail out, telling her how beautiful her work (and she) is

               -She’s just glad you can finally see! Didn’t have a clue why you would bother with your old lenses when you couldn’t see! Why didn’t you get new ones sooner??

               -She also doesn’t have to fix your cake batter anymore, she loves you but MC you did not stir it enough;;;

               -A lot of the time you just slide right up next to her and stare at her until she looks at you, then you compliment her eyes and run away but she’s a blushing mess?? MC how dare you, get back here

*JUMIN:

               -“YOU HAVE BLUE EYES??”

               -He can hear you loudly asking Elizabeth from the other room. Of course she did?

               -Walked in to you running up to the glass door, looking outside

               -“THERE ARE BUILDINGS OUT THERE!”

               -What in the world were you talking about? They’ve always been there

               -You turned around and saw him, your smile stretching from ear to ear

               -Hugging him tightly and snuggling into his chest, you tell him all about your new lenses and how you can actually see everything

               -He’s just as shocked as you are about the situation??? He’s not shocked that you can see but he’s shocked you had been lying about seeing??

               -Why didn’t you say something sooner!!! He would have gotten you new lenses a very long time ago!!! MC don’t do this to him

               -But now he can take you to some of the most beautiful places in the world, since he knows you can /actually/ see it all

*SAEYOUNG:

               -HE KNOWS THE BEAUTIFUL FEELING OF NEW LENSES

               -The moment you burst through the door and he looked into your eyes, he /knew/

               -“YOU GOT NEW LENSES” “HELL YEAH I DID!”

               -Immediately takes you out for a drive, so the two of you can look at all of the scenery of his favourite places

               -“SAEYOUNG! I CAN READ THE DRIVE-TRU MENU NOW!”

               -Now when he asks you to hand him HBC you’ll actually give him some instead of some random semi-yellow object you mistake for it

               -You were stubborn and wanted to wait until you were /positive/ you couldn’t use the lens anymore and he just waited because hey same

               -But now you can see all of the dumbass memes he sends you and sometimes you wonder if the lenses are worth it

               -You can see! So what does he do? Put sticky notes with terrible jokes on them everywhere so you can see them, fuck off saeyoung

               -Hey, now you can see the chip crumbs on his lips before he kisses you now as opposed to before when he did it on purpose just to throw you off

*DADDV:

               -“Hey MC what does this letter say” “I dunno I was hoping you could see it”

               -Pre-Surgery that I Headcanon he gets because I want him to be Happy™- he cannot see very much

               -“Ah, V, there you are!” “MC? That you?” You both ask as you’re feeling a freaking lamp

               -Enough was enough and you decided you needed to suck it up and get new lenses

               -And boy oh boy when you did, you felt GREAT

               -But you were also an asshole, but in a loving way

               -“V! I can actually see the details on this flower! Look- oh oops you can’t haha, love you”

               -You’re such a brat but he loves you anyway, and he’s really happy for you!!

               -But now he wants to see just how happy you are! So maybe he should think about fixing his problem…

               -For now, he could listen to you describe every little detail on your surroundings for days, hearing the excitement in your voice was enough to bring a large smile to his face

*SAERAN:

               -“Hey Saeyoung!” “GOD DAMMIT MC NOT AGAIN”

               -He was tired of you walking by and thinking he was his brother, so he was the one who made you get new lenses!

               -The moment you came home, you feinted surprise when you looked at his face

               -“Damn I didn’t know you were that ugly”

               -He pouted and playfully punched your shoulder, a smile tugging at his lips

               -Now the two of you can actually play things like pictionary and things like that

               -Which really broadens your game horizons! He was tired of having to tell you everything step by step because you couldn’t see

               -He also loved that you liked to just stare at his face, taking in all of his features

               -But he will /never/ tell you that. You look at him and he pretends to get upset and turn away

               -You still walk by and called him Saeyoung every now and then though, but you’d have to take off running since now he knows it isn’t an innocent mistake


Masterlist

Foggy windows

Originally posted by archibald-andrewss

Archie Andrews x reader

Summary; Someone finds you in a compromising position in a car with Archie

Warnings; cursing, kinda public smut, the basic dirty

A/N; listened to imagine dragons’ believer while writing this to get into the mood😏

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anonymous asked:

can you please do more skater next door au. I love it and would love if you could do some more

Temper Tantrum

“We should get chocolate!”

Yuuri turned his head towards Victor with an eyebrow raised, earning a bright smile in response.

“Chocolate?” Yuri repeated from beside Victor, clinging tightly onto the older man’s hand.

“No chocolate,” he stated, earning a whine from his boyfriend and a pout from his son.

“But, Yuuri,” Victor whined. He shook his head as he pushed the trolley - half full of groceries - past the candy aisle.

“Papa!” Yuuri paused and glanced towards Yuri, finding the blonde boy staring at him with a serious look at the entryway of the candy aisle, “I want chocolate,” the boy demanded while stomping his foot. He glanced towards Victor - who stood beside him rather than beside the boy - was staring at the boy with a startled look, taken aback by Yuri’s demand.

“No,” he replied, shaking his head.

“I want chocolate,” Yuri demanded again, this time louder than before.

“And I said no,” he repeated before turning back to the trolley and started pushing it.

“I WANT CHOCOLATE,” Yuri shouted loudly, which he chose to ignore as he started going down the aisle beside the candy one.

“Yuuri, shouldn’t we,” Victor said while waving in Yuri’s direction.

“Victor,” he called out, beckoning his boyfriend to follow him. He had barely disappeared out of the boy’s sight when the tears start.

He let out a small sigh as he turned towards Victor with a pointed look.

“He’s crying,” Victor said, a look of panic on his face. Clearly uncomfortable with hearing the boy cry.

“PAPA, I WANT CHOCOLATE,” Yuri shouted from the aisle across between sobs.

“Yuuri,” Victor said while grabbing his hand, stopping him from continuing down the aisle, “He’s crying.”

“Victor, what type of cries do you hear?” he asked, earning a confused look from his boyfriend.

“Type of cries?” Victor questioned softly, clearly not understanding his question.

“Is he in pain? Is he scared?” he prompted. Victor stared at him for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

“He is crying because he didn’t get his way. He is crying for attention,” he explained. Victor stared at him for a glancing over his shoulder, clearly trying to see Yuri from where he stood at the start of the aisle.

“Victor,” he said softly while gently squeezing his boyfriends hand, “It hurts, I know it does. I want nothing more than to scope him up into my arms and hold him. I know it’s embarrassing and people are judging me right now for letting my child have a temper tantrum. But if I give in, Yura gets what he wants and starts to think he can do it every time we come to the shops,” he said with a small smile.

Victor stared at him for a moment before opening his mouth, only to close it a moment later and squeeze his hand gentle.

“What do we do?” Victor asked, as Yuri’s cries got even louder from the next aisle.

“We let him have his tantrum. Yura has never been good at being away from me,” he explained before giving Victor a soft smile, “And you.”

Victor nodded his head, before trying once again to look at the boy.

“You’ll encourage him,” he pointed out while gently pulling Victor into the aisle.

“I just, he’s crying,” Victor explained, voice nothing more than a whisper as they slowly started making their way down the aisle.

“I know,” he ensured Victor.

They lapsed into silence as they slowly made their way down the aisle, both of them keeping a close ear on the cries coming from the next aisle that slowly started to quieten down. When they finally made it to the end of the aisle, they were greeted by a sniffling, red faced Yuri. The boy kept his gaze on the ground as he walked over to him and grabbed a hold of the edge of his shirt.

“Papa,” the boy said quiet between sniffles, “Sorry.”

He started down at the boy for a moment before bending down so he was eye-level with the five-year-old.

“Why are we sorry?” he asked while gently pushing Yuri’s hair out of his face.

“For demanding,” Yuri muttered, eyes still staring at the ground. He let out a soft hum before pulling the boy into a hug, something that Yuri happily fell into, leaning heavily against his chest while clinging to his shirt.

“You are forgiven, Yurochka,” he ensured the boy while planting a kiss on top of his head.

“Now, be a good boy and go apologise to Vicchan, you made him upset.” Yuri nodded his head while letting go of him and moving towards Victor, holding his hands up to Vicchan in a silent plea to be held by Victor.

Victor glanced towards him hesitantly, clearly not sure what to do. He gave his boyfriend a nod in confirmation as he stood up straight.

Victor didn’t waste a moment, scooping the boy up into his arms and began cooing softly while wiping the tears from the boy’s face.

If Yuuri didn’t know any better, he would have been convinced that Victor had been raising Yuri with him from the very start. Victor just knew how to comfort the boy and make him happy.

“How does Katsudon sound for dinner?” he asked the pair as he started pushing the trolley along again with Victor a few steps behind him with Yuri in his arms.

Yuri head snapped towards him with large wide eyes and nodded his head quickly, causing Victor to chuckle softly in amusement.

“That sounds lovely, lyubimyy,” Victor replied with a smile.


“I never realised before, but Yura is rather small for his age,” Victor spoke up as he exited the bathroom, dressed in only a pair of sweat pants. He glanced up from his phone and stared at his boyfriend in confusion, wonder where the sudden realisation had come from. As Victor climbed into bed beside him, he put his phone on charge and took off his glasses, setting them both on the bedside table.

“He is small,” he agreed while turning towards his boyfriend.

“One of the older ladies at the shops thought he was three,” Victor told him while wrapping an arm around his waist. He smiled as he moved to settle himself down beside the skater, who pulled him nice and tightly to his chest.

“He has always been small,” he explained with a sad smile.

“Why?” Victor asked while gently brushing some of his hair out of his face, “Is there a reason?”

Yuuri stared at Victor for a moment before resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“I don’t think Yura’s mother looked after him,” he admitted.

“Think?” Victor repeated, he let out a hum.

“He was so thin and so small when I got him. There wasn’t much else that could explain that,” he sighed, only to let out a soft hum as Victor pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“He is safe and loved and cared for now,” Victor reminded him.

“He is,” he agreed, a smile finding a way to his lips as he let his eyes slide shut and the exhaustion of the day take over him, helping him fade off to sleep while being cuddled by his boyfriend.

Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door

I just love how many memes the fandom is making right now to explain Hux’s stupid damn hair. So far I have seen postulated:

- Kylo said he liked it messy, and Hux is nothing if not spiteful.
- After the destruction of Starkiller Hux clearly had to go into NO NONSENSE MODE.
- Sleep deprived Hux accidentally used lube instead of gel.
- Hux let KYLO do his hair.
- Hux’s sideburns are like pull ties that when you pull on them make the hair go flatter.
- This is Domhnall Gleeson’s punishment for leaking the name of Starkiller base in 2015

I just. These are gold please keep them coming.

*gif not mine but he thicc

Protective

Winter Soldier x fem!reader

Warnings: swear words, some aggression, unconsented touching while reader is sleeping

Summary: reader and winter soldier are partners for Hydra and are on a mission, creepy guys that is helping them gets creepy with reader

Note: I’m not good at summaries so extra info- unconsented touching isn’t descriptive, reader calls Bucky “Winter” bc she doesn’t know his real identity either

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Winter’s POV

Sleep left me vulnerable so I didn’t do it much. That wasn’t a problem for me, I don’t usually enjoy my time in the unconscious state anyways. Random scenes always play out that usually aren’t pleasurable to watch and leave me in a worse state than before I fell asleep. Besides, sleeping wasn’t my job. Completing the mission was my job, along with protecting (Y/N) who was sleeping beside me right now. Wrapped in the thin blanket on the squeaky motel bed, she had her head resting on the pillow next to my right arm with her hands pulled tightly against her chest as she peacefully slept. Hearing her relaxed breathing and seeing the slow rise and fall of her chest took me out of my normally alert state and relaxed me. Usually I never come in contact with a bed, but (Y/N) didn’t feel safe sleeping alone since our intel guy was staying in the same room as us. I had already seen him a few times get a little too close for comfort with her, so I listened to her pleas and agreed to stay beside her while she slept. I didn’t mind it anyways. I could keep a closer eye on her, and I liked being the one she came to for comfort. I had kept my eyes on our intel guy for most of the night but being in my relaxed state, my eyes started getting heavier and I felt myself starting to drift off beside (Y/N)’s warm body. Intel guy had fallen asleep about an hour ago in his own bed, so I allowed myself to get some, probably much needed, rest. As time seemed to pass slower in my hazy state, I heard what sounded like heavy breathing and low moans and then felt a dip in the bed from (Y/N)’s side. Worried she might be hurt, I opened my eyes and looked at her, only to see the intel guy with his hand under her shirt while she still slept. Feeling the anger boiling in me, I pushed myself up off the bed and grabbed the guy by his shirt, slamming him into the nearby wall.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growled lowly at the trembling man. He clearly didn’t think he was going to be caught in the middle of feeling up (Y/N). After he answered with a string of stutters, I wrapped my metal arm tightly around his throat.

“You’re not a necessity to this mission, so you better have a better answer than that or else nothing is stopping me from crushing your throat right now.” As he stared with wide eyes, I heard (Y/N)’s small voice from behind me.

“Winter? Winter, what’s going on?” I turned around and saw her rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she pulled the blanket off of herself. Momentarily distracting me from my previous threat, seeing her only ignited my anger even more as I replayed him trying to take advantage of her while she was in such a vulnerable state.

Tightening my grip on his throat, I turned back around to the pervert, “I don’t know, would you like to explain why you had your hand up her shirt?” I enjoyed watching him struggle for air as I pressed harder and harder on his throat. I then felt a hand on my back as (Y/N) told me to let go of him.

“Winter, if you kill him, the mission is going to take longer, and you know our handlers won’t be happy about that. Just put him down. He’s not worth the consequences.” I thought that he was worth the punishment I would surely receive for killing him, but a tug on my arm from (Y/N) convinced me to let go of him. As he dropped to the floor, gasping and coughing for air, I grabbed him by the arm and harshly pulled him into the bathroom that was on the other side of the room.

Throwing him into the cramped, dingy room, I grabbed his face and forced him to look at me, “If I ever catch you doing that shit again, you’re going to wish I had killed you just now.” Getting up, I gave him a hard blow to the jaw with my metal appendage, effectively knocking him out. I closed the door and returned to the bed (Y/N) and I were previously sleeping in. She watched me nervously as I sat on the bed in an upright position with my back against the headboard. I motioned at her with my head to come closer, which she did quickly. When she got close enough, I grabbed her arm, tugging her on top of me and pulled the thin blanket over us. I pulled her tightly to me as she laid her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around my torso. With her slowly falling back into a slumber in my arms, I stayed up the rest of the night making sure I was there if anything happened again.

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A/N- fuck its been a hot second since the last time i wrote. update i survived junior year and im now a senior in high school

Bird With a Broken Wing II

Part I

The subconscious was a dark sprawling landscape of amorphous, shifting shapes. Nothing stayed the same, even the trees twisted and grew every which way, the branches sometimes stretching up, but also plunging sideways and down as well, until it was impossible to tell which were the branches and which were the roots. Deep inside one such tangle, lay Anxiety, curled up in on himself and shivering.

It turned out that disappearing was not as easy as it seemed. Anxiety could admit it, he hadn’t really thought out his plan that well. He’d sort of figured that if he went deep enough into the subconscious, he would just stop existing. But here he was, still existing, a very cold, very hungry existence.

Although, maybe he wasn’t wrong. Maybe he just had to go deeper. It was worth a shot. After all, he didn’t know that wasn’t true. And if it wasn’t? Well, he still die anyways, and at that point he’d hopefully be far enough away from Thomas’s conscious mind to stop affecting him. He’d try again the morn-well, after he slept. There wasn’t really any such thing as a morning here.

Anxiety shifted, trying to get more comfortable in the hard knotted tangle of tree limbs. He’d decided to crawl in here after his legs threatened to give out from exhaustion. He’d been hoping it would be warmer inside. It was, but not by much.

Anxiety rolled on his side. As his exhausted as his body was, his mind couldn’t stop working. Had the others noticed he was gone by now? He’d left a note explaining everything, but it was in his room, and it wasn’t like the others went in there that often, or ever.

Anxiety wasn’t really sure what had prompted him the leave the note. But he’d still written it. So that maybe, just maybe, there was some chance of someone remembering him when he was gone. He thought that Morality might at least. And he supposed Logic would appreciate having a logical explanation for his disappearance. Prince, of course, would just throw a party.

Although, this assumed they’d actually found it by now. He doubted it. Maybe in a few weeks once they’d actually noticed he was missing.

Feeling even more miserable than he had before, Anxiety pulled his hoodie more tightly around him and squeezed his eyes shut. It would all be over soon. It had to be.


Logan could admit it, he was feeling somewhat apprehensive over being in Anxiety’s room. Not only because of the possible effects the room might have on them, but also because Anxiety was a rather private person and he doubted the other would appreciate their intrusion. Still the situation at hand took precedence over anyone’s personal comfort. They just had to find Anxiety, get an explantation from him, and then they could go.

Actually, he was surprised that Anxiety wasn’t already out here to yell at them for invading his space. Logan furrowed his brow and looked around. While the dark and ghoulish design marked the room as Anxiety’s, Anxiety himself was not present. Now growing more unsettled, Logan interrupted the conversations the other two sides were having were having. Thomas had already sunk back out after getting bored.

“It might be prudent to split up,” he said. “Since Anxiety has not yet appeared, it seems we will be required to do a more in depth search for him, and splitting up will be more efficient.”

“Ugh, Pitch Black is probably just sleeping or something,” Roman complained. “I still don’t understand why we have to go to all this trouble to find him. We already had to come to his room, what more do you want?”

That was Morality broke in.

“Roman, enough,” he snapped. “I know you two don’t get along, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t help. Maybe you’re right and he really is just sleeping. But what if he’s in trouble?”

“Indeed,” Logan interjected. “And if an emotional appeal fails to reach you, consider this. We have now seen the effects of Anxiety being missing, and they are clearly negative. If nothing else you should be concerned about the apathy Thomas is now portraying. As the representation of creativity, apathy is your true enemy, not Anxiety.”

Prince sighed, still looking put upon, but also, as Logan was pleased to note, a little chagrined.

“I suppose you have a point,” he conceded grudgingly. “But if this turns out to be some silly prank, or mean-spirited endeavor, I reserve the right to yell at him.”

“As you wish,” Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Anyway, Morality, you will search-“

“Upstairs,” Morality cut in. “Away from the creepy-crawly death dealers.”

“Very well,” Logan replied, biting back his exasperation over Morality’s irrational fear of the curtains. “Roman, you can can accompany him, I will search the downstairs area.”

With that he marched away from the others, peering through the dim lighting. He hoped they found Anxiety soon. This whole situation was far too disconcerting.

He peered into the kitchen. Unfortunately, not only was Anxiety not there, but it didn’t look as though the kitchen had been used in quite some time. There was a few open boxes of granola bars in the cupboards, but little else.

Feeling even more uneasy, and unsure if it was a side affect of Anxiety’s room or just a byproduct of the current situation, Logan continued searching. But just as he was ready to admit defeat, having searched every room downstairs, he heard a commotion from the landing.

He turned to see Morality hurtling down the stairs, white-faced, with a note clutched in his hand. Behind him followed Prince, now looking more serious than Logan had seen him throughout the entire situation. He could feel dread pooling in his stomach, and braced himself for the worst.

Morality skidded to a halt, looking as though his heart was about to break.

“Anxiety’s gone” he choked out. “He-he’s gone to the subconscious. He says he’s not coming back.”

Logan couldn’t breathe. This was far worse than he had predicted. The subconscious, there was a reason they never went there.

Struggling to get himself under control, he looked up at the other sides, who were now staring at him with expressions of fear and unease on their faces, begging for answers. But Logan had none.

Feeling helpless, he summed up the situation as best he could.

“We’re in trouble.“