gonna be on later tonight

anonymous asked:

M!A: you and your husband are fused together (like in Steven Universe) for 5 asks

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Sebastian Stan as Hal Carter and Maggie Grace as Madge Owens in William Inge’s Picnic (2013)

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❛ i don’t know what i’m doing with my life, but i know i’m doing it wrong ❜
❛ i am so cute and bitter ❜
❛ my life is one part ‘wait’ and another part ‘what’ ❜
❛ my #1 talent is saying stupid things to people and immediately regretting it ❜
❛ i love sleeping to avoid problems ❜
❛ i hate myself a lot but i get offended when other people do ❜
❛ i’m hungrier than the neopet i neglected for nine years ❜
❛ hit me up if you wanna date a piece of shit ❜
❛ we need some new and more powerful swears ❜
❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜
❛ i’m so miserable, but i laugh at everything ❜
❛ i need something that is more than coffee, but less than cocaine ❜
❛ just because you’re trash doesn’t mean you can’t do great things. it’s called garbage can, not garbage cannot. ❜
❛ 90 out of 10 people agree that math is fucking lame ❜
❛ if you think i’m ugly now, you should have seen me in 2009 ❜
❛ 2010 me would literally be terrified of 2016 me and i love it ❜
❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜
❛ hey babe, i made you this mixtape for valentines day. i don’t know many love songs, so it’s just uptown funk 18 times in a row. ❜
❛ there are people who know me in real life who think i’m straight and that’s really funny to me ❜
❛ i was cursed with expensive taste and a low budget ❜
❛ yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? what the fuck?? what the fuck what the ❜
❛ open flannel shirts and lingerie are the hottest thing and nobody can convince me otherwise ❜
❛ i’m the weird dad, wine mom, vodka aunt, and gay emo cousin all in one person ❜
❛ that awful moment when you wake up ❜
❛ damn haha i’m going to have to deal with that sooner or later ❜
❛ are we gonna fucking hold hands tonight or what bitch ❜
❛ people our age have children what the hell i am a children ❜
❛ i don’t like your clothes. take them off. ❜
❛ why am i only motivated to sort my life out at 4 am? ❜
❛ after i die, i’ll probably still complain ❜
❛ people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel ❜
❛ if i don’t insult you daily, it means i don’t like you ❜
❛ do something with your life that would make a 1950s straight white man angry ❜
❛ i need to get laid… to rest. put me in a coffin. let my soul ascend. ❜
❛ i’m trying to be a better person, but some people are testing me ❜
❛ i’m overstressed and underfucked ❜
❛ i can’t wait to be a piece of shit with a bachelors degree ❜
❛ my emo phase never went away, it just aged like fine wine ❜
❛ my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment ❜
❛ i don’t have time for people who don’t believe in aliens ❜
❛ the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting ❜
❛ why do good concert tickets happen to bad people ❜
❛ i can’t play hard to get i’m already hard to want ❜
❛ i’m still pissed off about growing up ❜
❛ if you listen carefully, you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ when i die i want my heart donated to NASA so they can finally see what a black hole looks like up close ❜

❛ single and ready to take a 20 hour nap ❜
❛ write ‘nothing is set in stone’ on my grave as both a witty joke and a subtle warning that i will be back ❜
❛ how do people even put up with me like i can’t even put up with me ❜
❛ the opening riff to mr. brightside could literally raise me from the dead ❜
❛ stale cinnamon roll, been in this world too long, too cynical  ❜
❛ sorry, i’m poor. i can’t afford to pay attention ❜
❛ aziz ansari’s voice in the back of my head faintly telling me to treat myself is going to be my downfall ❜
❛ is it too late to wrap myself up like a baby and drop myself off on a billionaire’s doorstep? ❜
❛ my neutral expression makes me look like i’m always in a bad mood which is convenient because it’s usually true ❜
❛ i never run voluntarily so if you ever see me running you should start running too because something is coming ❜

Jealousy

Author’s note: THIS IS NOT THE PART I SENT TO MY PROFESSOR!!! This is actually SFW, the smut is allllll in the next part ;) I’m not done tweaking it yet, so for now here’s this!!


I’m hungry.

A loud clanging noise came from the kitchen, causing you to turn your head. An out-of-breath Jaehee peeked out from the around the corner, completely covered in flour.

“Sorry about that,” she smiled apologetically, “dinner should be ready in-”

“JAEHEEEEE, I THINK I BURNT SOMETHING!!”

Seven’s panicky voice echoed throughout Jumin’s apartment. Jaehee sighed and turned around, mumbling something about ‘who let Luciel in the kitchen,’ and how she was going to ‘make sure they never saw the light of day again.’

After watching her storm out of the room, you turned back to Zen.

“What were you saying?”

Zen leaned back into the couch and kicked his legs up on the coffee table.

“Just how annoying it is that we have to host our monthly RFA dinners at his house,” Zen glared at Jumin.

The businessman stopped poking at his sleeping cat and stood up. “It’s not like I asked for this!” He made his way across the room and plopped down on the other side of you. “I’m merely a victim of being volunteered.”

“Victim? Please, you don’t even understand the word.”

“I’ll have you know-”

“Can you two not do this?”

Zen and Jumin looked at the blonde gamer sitting on the ground in front of you. “I can’t hear my game if you guys constantly bicker!”

“Or,” you threw a pair of headphones at his head, “you could just wear these.”

Yoosung quickly dodged the flying object. He crossed his arms and pouted.“You could’ve hit me, MC!!”

“Sorry, I’m just hangry.”

As if on que, you stomach growled.

“Speaking of angry,” Zen looked around, “where the hell is your boyfriend?”

You held up your phone and waved it around. “He just texted me saying he’ll be late.”

Yoosung mashed down a couple buttons on his controller and turned back around. “He better not flake on us this time!”

No promises…

Your stomach growled again and you sunk farther back in between Jumin and Zen. You heard quiet laughter coming from you right and swung a pillow in that direction.

“Don’t laugh at my misery, Zen.”

He grabbed the pillow from your hand and chunked it across the room. “Careful, you could’ve hit my money maker,” he gestured to his face.

You and Jumin looked at each and rolled your eyes.

“If that’s your money maker you must be one poor man,” Jumin chided.

“I wasn’t talking to-“

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“That,” you hopped up and moseyed your way toward the door, “should be Saeran.”

And what good timing.

The door clicked and you swung it open.

“Hi.”

Saeran gave you his heart-warming, soul-melting, could-bring-you-back-to-life smile.

“Hey.”

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

A loud cough finally broke the two of you apart.

You pulled away and wiped your mouth, staring at the your now very flushed boyfriend. Saeran muttered an apology before walking over to the couch, taking your spot between Zen and Jumin. You followed him, sitting down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist again and rested his head on your shoulder.

“So,” Yoosung paused his game and set down his controller, “why were you so late?”

Saeran looked down at Yoosung and shrugged. “I didn’t want to come.”

Yoosung formed an “O” with his mouth and looked away. Zen pulled out his phone and opened up his front camera, checking himself out. You looked over at Jumin, who was picking at his nail beds.

This is awkward.

You clapped your hands together, getting everyone’s attention.

“Let’s play charades!”


“For the last time,” you glared at Jumin, “I’m NOT A CAT!”

“Forty-five seconds left!”

“It’s not my fault you’re a terrible actress!”

“Forty seconds.”

“Well, what about you? This is the FIFTH round you’ve guessed a cat!”

“Thirty-five seconds.”

“And? For all I know you could’ve been one!”

“Thirty sec-”

“YOOSUNG, SHUT-UP!”

Both you and Jumin yelled at the blonde in sync. Yoosung’s eyes widened and he slowly put down the timer.

“S-Sorry, just trying to help,” he held his hands up in surrender.

Saeran sighed, “You do realize they’re on the other team, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re so… bad.”

“Watch it,” you shot Yoosung a bone-chilling look.

How the hell am I supposed to act out The Titanic?

Desperately, looked around the room.

“Zen, come here.”

He looked up from his phone and groaned. “I already told you I didn’t want to waste my talents playing-”

“Get your ass up here before I shove that phone down your throat.”

In a flash Zen was standing next to you. Covering it up so Jumin couldn’t see, you showed him the paper.

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

You tugged on his shirt, forcing him to lean down. Cupping his ear, you whispered your plan to him.

“Alright, got it.”

Jumin better get this.

As you spread your arms out, Zen wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on top of your head and you opened your mouth.

“I’m flying!”

Jumin stood up and pointed at you. “The, u-uhh, THE TITANIC!”

“YES!!”

Jumin clapped his hands together and smiled. Without thinking, you turned around and gave Zen a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you soooo much!”

He lifted you up and spun you around before setting you back down. “See!! Aren’t I an amazing actor?”

“The best.”

A chill shot down your spine when you heard the venom laced in those words. You felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you away from Zen.

“Thanks, Saeran!”

Zen is such an airhead sometimes.

As Jumin bragged to the others about his superior guessing skills, you focused on your boyfriend.

“What’s with the sudden mood change?”

He gave you his classic ‘are you really that dumb’ look and sighed. He motioned with his eyes to something behind you.

Or someone.

You lowered your voice to a harsh whisper. “Are you jealous?”

“…You kissed him.”

“On the cheek, for like, half a second. It was completely platonic!”

“Does he know that?”

“Yes!”

“Hmph,” he looked away from you, letting go of your waist.

“Come on,” you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you, “don’t be like that. I love you, remember?”

The corners of Saeran’s mouth twitched. You smiled and took a step forward, “Now, kiss me like you don’t want to lose me.”

Something dark gleamed in his eyes, and he gave you a devious grin. “Don’t mind-”

“FOOD’S READY!!”

You let go of his face and pushed past him. Finally, I’m starving!!

Little did you know food wasn’t the only thing you were gonna put in your mouth tonight.

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If this doesn’t give off Miraculous Ladybug vibes,, idk what does (´・ω・`)  

(During an intense space battle where Pidge and Lance keep getting in each other’s way)

Pidge: Later on tonight, you’re gonna be laying down, there’s gonna be something squishy in your pillowcase. And it’s gonna be because I put a turd in there! 

Lance: You put your turd in my bed and I shave you! 

Pidge: Oh, it won’t be my turd, it’ll be Hunk’s

Hunk:(nods head) I do have famously huge turds…

captainqueer-oflesbos  asked:

Have you done Miranda for the character meme? I loved your thomas one!

so i actually haven’t written miranda (yet) but. i do have Thoughts!!!

1. i think that (much like silver) she has a similar mindset of not really caring about The Cause but caring A Whole Fucking Lot about her people (aka, thomas and james). she tries SO hard to get james and thomas to be more careful, and then she tries her absolute utmost to get james to stop his crusade, and then she almost fucking punches peter in the face when he suggests that james give himself up. she knows thomas is an idealist and tells james that he needs to balance him - because she knows that The Cause isn’t going to save them and, in fact, is more likely to doom them (which, incidentally, it basically does). a lot of really brilliant stuff has been written about how she and silver are mirrors in many ways, in terms of how they both try to convince flint to let go of the war and find peace, and i would add that a key aspect of that mirroring is that neither of them sees their “betrayal” as a “betrayal.” as miranda says to eleanor, she didn’t truly betray flint, and at his core, he probably knows it. i would also say that miranda’s love is largely a selfless one (unlike silver’s, but that’s a meta for another time); yes, she wants to be happy, but she wants just as much for james to be, as well.

2. that said, she has a pretty strong vengeful streak. she’s the one who tells james that alfred hamilton is aboard the maria alleyne, and also, “i want to see the noose around your neck and i want to pull the fucking lever with my own two hands”????? that’s someone who is fucking furious and is willing to go to pretty drastic measures for vengeance. i will also clarify that, because of the alfred hamilton thing, i don’t think it’s necessarily situational - yes, she’s particularly enraged at the audacity of peter’s attempt to solve all his own problems by shoving james into the limelight, but her grief and anger at all that happened in london are also quite powerful forces throughout. she feels just as deeply as james, she’s just as wounded, and she’s just as fucking pissed off about it.

3. TIED INTO THAT, she’s also grimly determined to make a life for herself and, by 1715, a happy life for herself and james. she isn’t ashamed of what she’s done, she knows how she moves through the world, and she really and truly wants to find peace. arguably, given a) all that she and james have said and done and sacrificed and b) the fact that their relationship functions for 10 years mostly as a weird and unfulfilling way of grieving thomas, that peace is impossible. but she believes in it because she has to - she sees abigail ashe and seizes on that path because she’s tired of living a half-life.

4. lastly (for now), i think miranda has a clearer understanding of the world than either thomas or james, tbh. this is actually also a parallel to silver’s clarity of vision in some ways, but miranda from the get-go is hyperaware of what the neighbors think, and of how that might impact her. that’s also part of why she warns james to be more cautious, and why she keeps telling him later that his path doesn’t lead to where he thinks it does. she literally gives james don quixote and pretty much says “this will help you deal with thomas’…….. Everything” because that’s where she sees her own role (seeing the world as it truly is) and generally, she does! however, i listed this last, because in a situation where this characteristic prudence runs up against her aforementioned Righteous Fury (e.g. when they’re talking to peter), the latter is what wins.

anonymous asked:

I will never understand why non-black people call black people's hair ugly when they're just gonna steal their hairstyles later on in life anyways. -_-

tonight’s tea 💅🏽

All is fair in love and war

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jimin X reader X Taehyung

Fandom: BTS

Request:  Hey, could you do a scenario where y/n likes Taehyung and Jimin likes y/n. First she doesn’t like Jimin but then she likes both of them and y/n doesn’t know who too choose, and she doesn’t want to ruin V and Jimins friendship 

Originally posted by princessyerim95

“You’re literally a cliché. I told you in the first place it was a bad idea to have a guy as your roommate.” Jimin complained.

He wasn’t wrong. A few months ago you were struggling to pay rent so you decided it would be best to put out an ad for a roommate. Lucky for you a guy around your age, who was completely gorgeous, already friends with your friends, and single just happened to be looking for a place as well.

“Well he’s your friend so I thought maybe I wouldn’t be interested but now I can’t help it…Please just help me this once.” You begged.

Jimin grew a smirk on his face and you already knew his plan was bound to cause trouble.

“What if we make a plan to make him jealous? You and me can pretend to be dating and if he shows interest then we call if off and he’s all yours.”

“Jiminie there’s so many things wrong with that. Are you sure you’re not just trying to take me for yourself?” You joked.

He let out a small laugh. “You say that like I couldn’t have you if I wanted. I don’t need to make excuses for that, babe.”

You rolled your eyes at his lame flirting. The idea of dating Jimin was strange and foreign. Sure the two of you knew almost everything about each other and spent all your time together but that was all as just being friends. If something were to develop between you it would just ruin everything and Jimin knew that for sure. He was careful about his feelings towards you and if it meant watching you date other guys than losing you then he would do just that.

“Let’s just try it. It couldn’t make things any worse than they already are Y/N.”

“We do have that thing with the rest of the boys tonight….do you think it will even catch his attention?”

“I promise you. It’s fool proof.” Jimin smiled.

He stuck his pinky out to you as if he was physically trying to promise you that this would work. With one pinky promise and a nod from the both of you, you had agreed on faking dating. Jimin stood up from the couch, grabbing his phone to stash it into his pocket.

“I’ll see you later tonight then, okay?”

You gave him a smile. “Yeah can’t wait.”

As you hear him leaving the house you also hear him talking to someone else. Taehyung must have been back from the gym as you heard them greet each other and realized the absence of your friend. You jumped up from your bed, running over to your dressers for something. If this whole fake dating thing was going to start you had to make it convincing. So, you pulled out one of Jimin’s shirts that he had left and slid it on before walking out to greet your roommate. Taehyung seemed shocked to see you standing in the doorway with only a t-shirt on that barely covered your underwear.

“Jimin I think you-….Oh. Hey Tae.” You said, casually.

He seemed to be at a loss for words. “Uh..Hey…I think Jimin already left.”

You pretended as if this was news to you.

“Damn. I think he left his charger. Oh well, we’re gonna see him later tonight anyway so I’ll just give it to him then.”

“Looks like you already gave it to him..” Taehyung mumbled to quietly for you to hear.

You titled your head innocently at his annoyed expression.

“Nothing. Never mind. How was today? I felt bad you had to get groceries this week.”

Taehyung reached into the fridge to grab a water bottle as you came over to sit at the seat next to the counter top. You shrugged, taking a sip of your own drink.

“It was fine. How was the gym?”

Speaking of the gym. He always looked incredible when he came back, his hair still wet from the shower he must have taken in the locker room, and still wearing his tight workout clothes. He was a walking tease that you knew you couldn’t have and it was actual torture sometimes. Seriously, how can someone always look this good?

“Same as usual. There was this one girl though that approached me today. It was kind of awkward at first but we must have hit it off because she asked me on a date this Friday.”

You choked. “W-wow..That’s great..”

Taehyung shrugged. “I’m not sure about it though. She’s nice and everything but dating sorta sucks when it’s with a complete stranger. I’d rather it be with someone I know.”

“Yeah, I get that. I feel the same way.” You added, trying to persuade him not to.

“Ha. Maybe we should go out then-”

The words you had been dying to hear had just come from his mouth. You slowly raised your lips from your cup, speechless.

“Yeah. We should.”

Hearing the boldness in your tone, he looked up and met your eyes with a smile.

“How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick out the place, I’ll pay for it, and all I need is for you to be there with me. Sound good?”

You leaned your face into your hand, smiling back at him. “It sounds amazing.”

“Good. We should probably get ready for the party though since it’s kind of late. You should wear that one pink shirt of yours. It looks really good on you.”

His compliment made your cheeks feel warm but your happiness completely shut out the nervousness you would have felt otherwise. In your burst of happiness you had completely forgot the pact you had made with Jimin, not even telling him before you went over to Jungkook’s place for his Birthday party. You and Taehyung arrived together, telling Jungkook happy birthday and handing him his gifts.

“I’m gonna head to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” You told Taehyung as you stepped away from the two of them.

Before you could even get far you felt someone’s hands covering your face from behind.

“Guess who?” Jimin smirked.

You reached up, holding his hands.

“Hmm. Jin?”

Jimin moved his hands to show you his pouting expression.

“Wrong.”

You playfully pushed his arm, laughing. “I already knew it was you.”

Namjoon came over to the both of you, holding a cup in his hands.

“You two seem friendly tonight.”

Jimin’s arm shockingly wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer. Namjoon scoffed, thinking he must have be right but you stood there remembering what you had forgotten before.

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” Jimin let out in a low tone.

A tone that unknowingly sent a shiver down your spine but not in a bad way. Your eyes trailed down to his hand grabbing at your side and you felt yourself blush. Weirdly enough your mind begins to trail off thinking about his hands in general. How nice they must be to hold, how nice they felt on your waist, and god, who knows what he could do with those fingers-

“Hey Y/N! Jimin! Come over here we’re gonna play truth or dare!” Jungkook shouted from across the room, snapping you out of your trance.

Without even a second to protest you felt your fingers interlocking with Jimin’s as he guided you along to the living room. He sat down on the couch, pulling you into his lap. He sure didn’t mess around even if this all was supposed to be fake. Taehyung sat next to Yoongi, sitting across from you, looking not so happy. You should probably just tell Jimin that it’s off and that this was only going to make Tae want to cancel the date if anything.

“Y/N. Truth or dare?” Jungkook abruptly asked.

“Me? Oh, Truth.”

An arrogant smirk came from the boy as he remembered the bit of gossip that Taehyung had told him earlier.

“Is it true that you came out of your bedroom wearing only Jimin’s shirt after he came to visit?”

The rest of the boys shockingly exclaimed, having no idea of this happening. Your face had already began to turn red as Taehyung’s eyes were fixated on your answer. You wanted to clarify but how were you going to explain to them that it was just to make Tae jealous and that nothing was going to between you and Jimin? Even though this was also new to JImin as well he looked pretty pleased at what he had just heard.

“Yeah…It’s true..” You admitted.

“Holy shit. No way..” Yoongi let out as well as Jin.

Jimin bit his lip, trying to act cocky. You felt his hands roaming on you once more as well as his lips being pressed up against the back of your neck.

“She just can’t seem to keep her hands off of me, so I gave in.”

You clenched your fists, digging your nails into your palms. There was nothing you could do that wouldn’t make you look like an idiot so you avoided even looking over at Taehyung at this point.

“Jimin, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“If you guys really are a thing now, I dare you to prove it by kissing her.”

The rest of the boys were cheering the two of you on but Taehyung stood up, leaving the room. You look back at Jimin.

“There’s no point he already left.” You whispered.

“That’s okay…”

Was all he said before he started to lean in towards you. Feeling pressured you placed your hands on his face while his still held your sides. As only milliseconds went by you finally felt his soft lips now touching yours for the first time. He felt different than imagined and he was actually really good at it. Really good at it. It felt wrong since he was your friend for so long but it also felt as if you were waiting for this moment. Just for a second the thought of Taehyung slipped your mind and you were completely engulfed by the kiss.

By the time he pulled away you already wanted more, looking up at him. Jimin’s lips formed into a small smile that had you melting in your seat. You had to stop yourself from getting too caught up in this when you reminded yourself that it was all fake. The boys had already moved on to the next person and Jimin didn’t seem too caught up in what just happened either. You stood up from his lap. 

“I’ll be right back..” You told him.

Jimin grabbed your hand and you looked back at him.

“Don’t be gone too long.” 

You managed a smile. “Yeah, I won’t.”

Looking around the house you tried to figure out which room Tae must have been hiding in. As you turned the corner you felt yourself run into someone’s chest.

“S-sorry-…Taehyung? Where did you run off to?” You asked, seeing the boy in front of you.

“My phone vibrated in my pocket and I got up to answer it.”

You just nodded, thinking he may be lying. The two of you stood in the quiet hallway without saying a word. Taehyung finally spoke up to break the silence. 

“Did Jimin tell you anything earlier?”

You furrowed you eyebrows in confusion. “What would he have told me?”

“I texted him earlier..it was dumb. I didn’t think you were actually together, I just thought that maybe it was a misunderstanding. No wonder he didn’t reply back.”

“Why? What did you say to him?”

He let out a sigh. “He already knew I had a crush on you so I told him to back off if something was going on between the two of you. I wasn’t trying to get between you if you were already together but I thought I had a chance when you agreed to go out with me.”

The lump in your throat caused you to stay silent, not knowing what to say. Jimin already knew this whole time that Taehyung liked you so there was no reason to pretend for you two to date. It was then you realized his actual feelings for you and why everything felt so real. You had already liked Taehyung this whole time but now you were starting to get confused. Finally, you decided that the truth would probably be the best thing.

“We aren’t together. Jimin and I, I mean.”

Taehyung’s head snapped up and he finally made eye contact with you.

“But earlier and the kiss-?”

You exhaled in frustration. “It was all fake. I mean it was supposed to be in the first place but I didn’t know that Jimin liked me. I thought he was going to help me go on a date with you but you already asked me on my own and I forgot to call it off. I know planning this might make me seem like a weirdo but it was only because I liked you!”

“You were trying to make me jealous?” He asked, sounding unconvinced.

“Yeah…”

“So you like me then? Just tell Jimin that then. You don’t have to cater to him just because you’re his friend. It’s only going to hurt him worse if you keep doing stuff like this.”

“but I might like him.” You said quietly.

“You what?” 

“I don’t know, okay? This really sucks because I know you’re friends and we all hang out all the time and if I pick one of you it will ruin everything! I shouldn’t have even said anything or did any of this in the first place. It’s my fault…”

“Yeah it kind of is. What the hell were you thinking?” 

“I just wanted to be with you! I didn’t want to see you go out for dates anymore, talk about other girls to me, or see you bringing home someone else. I’m sorry that was so selfish of me!”

He scoffed. 

“It’s only selfish because you want both of us!”

Someone knocked on the room door and when you both turned around you saw Jimin in the doorway.

“Is everything okay?”

Taehyung clenched his fists.

“Don’t play innocent! God, I don’t even want to deal with this anymore. I’ll see you at home Y/N.” 

You watched as he stormed out of the room, pushing past Jimin. Ultimately you felt yourself tearing up. You did it. You ruined it. 

Jimin hesitantly walked over to you. When he tried to put his arm around you, you pushed him away.

“Don’t….I’m not playing this game anymore, Jimin. It’s over…He already told me you already knew.” You mumbled.

“And you told him you couldn’t be with him because you liked me.” 

“I’m serious! I’m not picking between the both of you! He’s right. What the hell was I thinking? This is literally a shit show that I started. I’m not ruining things between you two. Just don’t contact me anymore..”

Jimin flinched, not expecting you to yell at him. 

You ran out of the room, pulling your phone out. Your fingers dialed a friend’s number. 

“Hey, Can I spend the night with you? I need to find a new apartment.”

anonymous asked:

Hello, if it's alright can I request a loki x RC fic where RC has feelings for Loki but won't tell him. But then Loki notices her heart racing when she is around him, so he starts flirting with her more and eventually gets her to admit her feelings. Thanks so much my lovely 😘

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: language

A/N: hello darling! thank you so much for this request! I was going down the smut road, but then decided against it, so this is sfw for once lol. 

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You were currently making tea in the kitchen of the Avengers compound. The day had been long and you just wanted to have a steaming cup of tea and a book to relax a little, before heading to bed and sleeping for 12 hours straight.

Thankfully, most of the Avengers were asleep by now. Only a few were scattered around awake, watching TV or training downstairs, so you were enjoying the quiet right now.

“(Y/N), good evening. What are you doing up so late?”

So much for the quiet.

You didn’t turn around but knew who it was nevertheless.

“Just came back from a mission.”

“Ah, I understand.”

Once the tea was done, you turned around and almost dropped the cup.

There he was.

Loki of fucking Asgard.

But the thing that had your cheeks all red, was the fact that he was only wearing a towel around his waist, his hair sleeked back since it was still wet.

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