he is literally too perfect for words

anonymous asked:

We havent had any headcanons in a while *wink wink nudge nudge*

and a *wink wink nudge nudge* to you too, anon

  • pidge: “when have i ever lied?” hunk: “wh- you literally created a fake identity??”
  • lance refuses to learn the actual definition of quiznak
    • i mean he can pretty much guess it
    • but he’s not allowed to curse at home so quiznak’s perfect because he can just keep pretending he doesn’t know it’s a bad word
    • “you’re still using it incorrectl-” “shut up keith i need plausible deniability”
  • *food network voice* “chef coran has crafted… something”
  • lance, after being slightly inconvenienced: “this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me” keith: “…didn’t you get blown up that one time?”
  • Shiro the Hero
  • one day lance barges into keith’s room because “that’s it we’re gonna make some hand signals”
    • lance claims they’re doing it because he’s tired of keith not understanding his awesome plans during missions
    • but lowkey team hand signals are one of his favorite movie tropes
    • anyway lance and keith are really good at charades now?? good for them
  • allura: “i’m a diplomat who prides myself on my ability to interact with others” [is handed a child] “what the fuck is this”
The Thing about Mary

It’s been awhile since I made a post about Mary… it’s overdue. *crackles knuckles, limbers up fingers*

It made no sense. None of what they wrote made sense. What was the narrative point of Mary? To “create” Sherlock Holmes and John Watson? I call bullshit; they were already that without any external help. Moreover, if that was her purpose all along, she sure did a lot to destroy that very thing: the dynamic of arguably the most famous and celebrated male friendship in English literature. Just in case we’ve forgotten: 

Mary started undermining both John and Sherlock, individually and together, from the moment she appeared on the screen. She had already interrupted John’s attempted proposal once to excuse herself to the bathroom or wherever she went (”Now then, what did you want to ask me?”)*, then interrupted him and corrected him and laughed at him throughout. Her pattern of gaslighting, demeaning, and manipulating him continues through every moment of their shared time together on screen. Nowhere is it more evident than in the opening of His Last Vow, wherein she basically follows textbook procedure on gaslighting, from correcting his perceptions (”about a month, actually”, “see? That does happen!”) to doing it in front of a third party (humiliation) to questioning his motives and abilities (”why you?”) to outright forbidding him to do something (”you can’t go”) to inserting her presence where he clearly didn’t want it, then trying to sugarcoat it all by giving him a compliment - one which he reacted to not with pleasure or a softening of his obvious anger, but with a terse statement that he was already aware of what she was complimenting him on. It’s an abusive relationship, full stop. 

*Shout-out to @blogstandbygo​ for pointing this out in our recent hang-out with @addictedstilltheaddict​ and another friend in Toronto last week

She inserted herself between them from that very first scene and made it clear that any form of friendship they were going to have was to happen through the medium of herself, and only on those terms. This was so clear to John that he patently disguised his intention to see Sherlock to her as of their first conversation about it (during which she was openly mocking his blog posts about Sherlock, another form of demeaning and humiliation). This forced brokering of their relationship led to John eventually being ousted from his own friendship with Sherlock (who was too distracted by Moriarty to notice Mary’s machinations, alas). John was so unhappy with this dynamic that became the least like his canonical self that we had ever been shown before that point, going so far as to actively seek out an affair. This is decidedly not like John Watson, the man who got himself arrested because someone insulted his best friend. Loyalty is as much a part of John as his thirst for adventure. He was made to feel so superfluous by the wife who compared him to a dog and the friend who didn’t notice what was going on that he was looking desperately for escape. 

Mary, on the other hand, never gave John her loyalty. She never even gave him the truth. She died without him even knowing whether her name was really her name (doubtful, given the sort of work she was doing while using it). Mary gave John nothing but lie after lie after lie. He could never trust a word that she said, and he hated it. She was willing to do anything to him, as long as it kept him by her side. She was willing to shoot the man he was still grieving years after his (supposed) death and never tell him after, no matter how much it would have devastated him to lose Sherlock all over again. As for Sherlock, she shot him without a second thought, smirking and condescending. 

Mary never once showed a shred of remorse for any of it. Not for any of her past crimes, which included killing people for money - not for anger, not for principle, not for political manoeuvring - but something as tawdry and meaningless as money. Gross. And she never regretted it. Not that the creators of the canon decided to show us. She never expressed any regret for having lied to John, nor for the way she constantly treated him. She never expressed any gratitude to Sherlock for having rid her of the blackmailer that would have sent her to prison for a very long time. She accepted it as her due, without blinking. She never thanked Sherlock, John, or Mycroft for having become accomplices in her attempted murder on Sherlock’s life in not having reported it. She assumed that was her right, too. Mary was a psychopath and narcissist, not caring about right or wrong, just what benefited her. 

Mary never changed her ways. There was no development of character, no softening, no realisation that everything she had ever stood for was completely terrible. Right to the last she was calling a man she had tried to kill a “pig”, offensively mimicking accents, still owning and carrying around guns and enough drugs to knock out a seasoned user. If anything, what we were shown was someone who had not only not changed, but someone who kept repeating the same behaviour. When the .A.G.R.A. team got into trouble on its final mission, Mary cut and run, leaving the other 75% of her team to be tortured or killed. She never went back and checked to see if a rescue mission was possible, never followed up, never confirmed the deaths of her teammates, just blithely moved on with her life and got married without once looking back. Sherlock offered to help her, twice. With the weight and power of the British government directly related to him, this isn’t exactly an offer to be taken lightly, yet Mary attacked him on both occasions, first shooting him in the heart and running away, then drugging him and running away - just as she left her former colleagues behind. 

If you want to take the argument that motherhood somehow redeemed Mary, think twice on that, too. I’m not a parent, but just about every mother I know would never leave an infant behind. Obviously it happens; infants get abandoned all the time. Most mothers don’t, though. Was Rosie not nursing anymore? Was she ever? Did Mary think about that before she cut and run, or was she too busy with her offensive faux-Jewish accent and possible flight attendant murder there? My mother used to tell me that her own life took on so much greater weight once I had been born because she had something to live for, someone who needed her. She stopped taking any sort of risk that would endanger her, because she had a child to care for. Mary doesn’t seem to have been similarly affected by parenthood. Her inexplicable and unsupported decision to jump in front of a bullet says that perfectly, if her previous abandonment didn’t. 

Never forget that John had the measure of Mary. It was John who knew that Mary would turn on Sherlock, should Sherlock warn her about Ajay and offer to help her again. It was John who grimly suggested putting a tracking device in the USB, knowing that Mary would attack Sherlock and steal it from him. While she was living, John had no illusions about who Mary really was. 

Mary’s decision to defy physics and leap in front of that bullet was not the culmination of an arc of redemption. What it was is a completely out of character action that jars with everything that came before it. It’s wholly unsupported by any of her previous behaviour. This was, if anything, a “redemption split second”, not an arc. Followed by her DVD wherein she pointedly tells Sherlock to kill himself or get himself killed, it is to be understood that this behaviour was an aberration from the norm. Mary never changed. If she had, she would have gotten rid of her guns and ninja outfits and come properly clean with John without waiting until circumstances forced it out, and even then only giving him partial truths. It could almost be said that Mary was pathologically incapable of telling the truth, but that would be making excuses for her. She knew what she was about. She made all of these decisions by herself, to benefit herself and her own interests. 

The Mary in John’s head never existed. It can’t even be discussed in a conversation about Mary’s characterisation, because it wasn’t Mary. It was John. And what John said about Mary at the end of The Lying Detective is a displacement of his own thoughts about Sherlock. John has a lot of dissociation issues in this episode in particular, and what he says about Mary is a statement which actually applies directly to Sherlock, not to Mary. This is John simply unwilling to believe that his marriage was as abusive and terrible as it really was, and trying to make himself feel better about it. The one person who genuinely believes that John Watson is a far better human being than he actually is is Sherlock, who calls him the “bravest, kindest, and wisest human being (he has) ever had the good fortune of knowing”. Mary literally called John a dog. That’s decidedly not what he was aspiring to. The one time she says something genuine about John’s moral superiority over her, it’s worded as a complaint (”you don’t make it easy, do you… being so perfect”). It’s as close to a real compliment as Mary ever gets. Sherlock is the one who believes in John, who sees past the temper and the grumpiness to all of John’s sterling qualities of loyalty, kindness, courage, humour, and accepts him as he is in his everyday self, too. 

The post-mortem DVDs just don’t even make sense. How did Mary know she was going to die? Even if she suspected that one of the many enemies her life of professional criminality had made would come for her eventually, it seems impossible to avoid the conclusion that Mary was still, even beyond her death, doing everything in her power to drive a wedge between John and Sherlock, even to have Sherlock die. For her to finally assume credit for their friendship is an insult to the intelligence of the viewers. 

A So Called Blind Date

Summary: After not wanting to celebrate his birthday, Steve and Tony convince Bucky to go to a “Blind Date”.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1780

Warnings: angst at the end, mentioning of german food

A/N: yooo guess who’s back after her unplanned break of 141 days? I am so so sorry guys. You have no idea how many times I tried to write but just couldn’t. But for now, I’m back with the usual portion of fluff and angst <3 I hope you like it!

“You did what?” Steve asked, shoving his left hand through his hair before he let it fall to his side again. He looked at Tony, shook his head (twice) and then started scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t know what to say. Not after the thing Tony had just told him.

“The guy’s a hundred years old, Steve”, Tony defended himself. “He didn’t even want a birthday party. That’s the least we should do for him. When was the last time he was on a date? With a cute girl in a pretty dress? Huh? 1941?”

“That’s not…” Steve tried to say but Tony waved it off and Steve shrugged. Maybe Tony was right. Bucky didn’t want to talk to Steve about his birthday. Not to him, nor to Natasha or to Clint who he had kind of become good friends with in the past few months.

“It’s good to have a date every once in a while Steve. Even when he’s not ‘looking for something’”, Tony made some quotation marks in the air and rolled his eyes. The last time Tony had suggested Bucky go on a date, this had been the exact answer he had been given. 

That Bucky was too old. That he was carrying too many problems. That he was not looking for something. That he was just trying to be normal again if that was even possible for someone with a past like his.

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Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Epilouge)

I wanna live with you
Even when we’re ghosts
‘Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

Zach walked the hill he was familiar with by the amount of times he jogged up here only to change his mind and turn back. It was easier then, when he was young but he still managed to pull through it.

He gripped the tulips in his hands tighter as the headstone came into view and a name became clearer as he got nearer. Bringing all his past nightmares and monsters back but the only difference is that this time he was strong enough to face them.

Hannah Baker

“Hey there, valentine.” Zach mumbled but winced, wondering if that was insensitive. He chuckled anyway hoping Hannah would understand that even now he still hasn’t outgrown his bad habit of speaking before thinking.

“I’m, uh … I heard you liked tulips.” he scratched the back of his neck, looking around the cemetery as he propped the violet tulips on the headstone, wiping off the dust that gathered at the top. “I’m sorry for only visiting today. I was,uh …” He swallowed. “I’m sorry.” Zach touched the dusty headstone and closed his eyes to gather some strength and imagine a curly haired beauty with kind eyes and a warm smile listening to him, wherever she was. “I know sorry doesn’t do shit but I really am. I will forever be sorry. I’m sorry for being an entitled idiot and I’m sorry for not being your friend. I could’ve saved you but I was a moron and decided to be an asshole and … I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Hannah.”

Zach stayed silent after that, not really knowing what to say anymore especially since there was nothing but silence that greeted him. That was the ugliest truth of it all, he could be as sorry as he can be but it still won’t change the fact that Hannah was gone. That was death, nothing poetic or beautiful, it’s just … silence. He opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by the sight of the whole town, the town he once cursed now looked so goddamn peaceful and, dare he might say it, beautiful. It was almost uncanny.

He could almost laugh at how harmless it looked now, how small it seemed to become now that everyone seemed to forgot the demons it kept.

Zach sat beside the headstone, overlooking the town. “Great view, huh.” He mumbled finally feeling the breeze all around him. He gave the headstone another glance and fixed the tulips one more time.“I’m married now.” He said just to have something to say but managed a smile at the thought of you. He leaned back and showed the headstone the gold band on his finger. “You know her, she’s (Y/N), I know, crazy, right? Totally out of my league, by the way.” He chuckled because he may not know Hannah very much but he can almost picture out her amused face. “Who knew someone as perfect as her could still love someone like me.”

Zach played with the grass at his feet, picking on some of them every once in a while, enjoying the silence, when his phone buzzed. It was a text from you reminding him to not be late for the family dinner his mom prepared for the both of you.

“That would be my wife.” He said, still giddy about the fact that you are married now. “I gotta go, I’ll pass by before I leave again.” He said, leaning down to pat the headstone again. “I’ll bring my family next time, my daughter Lilly would want to meet her guardian angel, Aunt Hannah.”

'Cause now it’s just you and me till we’re grey and old
Just say you won’t let go

Zach watched as you and your daughter, Lilly Anna Dempsey, played with your 5 month old son, Zyke Austin Dempsey, in the little blanket the maids placed at the shade in your garden.

You were telling your two children a story and even the young Zyke seemed engrossed in listening to your soothing voice, already whipped by his mother even as young as he is. Your story got cut off when you saw Zach looking at you from the front door. You smiled and waved at him making his heart explode from happiness.

Zach once had a dream about having the perfect family when he was young and his life was a mess and it freaked the fuck out of him. Now that he thinks about it he could barely remember anything about that dream but he knows it could’ve never come close to what he is seeing right now.

“Lilly, go fetch your father.”

It was as if everything was in slow motion. The way the morning light hit your eyes making you look unearthly, the glee in his daughter’s smile as she ran towards her father who she already has in the palm of her hands, and the silent breeze that seems to scatter the laughter all around his home; his paradise.

Zach effortlessly picked Lily up and smothered her little face with kisses as soon as she was in his reach. Lily had his straight jet black hair but got everything else from you making Zach thank every god possible. He couldn’t believe you and him brought such an angel to Earth.

“Look, papa,” Lilly said in between her giggles as she tried to show him the flower crown you made for her sitting comfortable in her head.

Zach couldn’t help the smile that was literally tearing his face. “You look beautiful, princess.” He complimented his daughter making her beam with pride.

“Mama made it for me, but she can make one for you too, right mama?” Zach gently placed their daughter in the blanket as he sat beside you giving you a humble peck on the forehead.

“Of course, darling, papa can be pretty too, yeah?”

Lilly nodded enthusiastically, before her attention was caught by her bumbling brother in your arms.

“Are you okay?” You asked Zach and he still wondered how you still couldn’t understand that as long as he was with you everything was perfect.

Words can never express how much he loves you.

He could only shake his head as he kissed your forehead again. He looked at you continuing to appreciate what God has given him. Two beautiful children, the perfect wife, and a home he can live for the rest of his life.

“I’m perfect, angel.” He wrapped his arms around your shoulder. “Like literally the only thing that would make today better would be you telling me you’re pregnant with twins.”

“Zachary!” You scolded him, quickly looking at your daughter who was thankfully to pre-occupied with gathering some wild flowers from your small garden.

“Okay, it doesn’t have to be twins.” He negotiated.

Ever since you had Lilly, Zach has been crazy about seeing you pregnant, it was kind of fucking weird but really fucking adorable the way he would just keep checking on the growth of your bump even if the doctor told him over and over again (literally measuring it) that it was still too early or the way his hands will literally not leave your tummy (extra protection he said) when you’re in the same room or when he talks to your bump when he thinks you’re sleeping (“your mommy is really pretty and you’re daddy’s a beast so you got it good lil’ man” “… she’s like really pretty Zyke you don’t even know”).

“Whaaaaat? Come oooon,” he whined, you gave your maid a grateful smile as she took a sleeping Zyke from you which were immediately replaced by Zach’s head. “Pleeease, babe? Pleeease?” Apparently, you already had a third child.

“You have the weirdest kink.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“I didn’t say y—“

“LILLY! You’re getting another brother!”

You could only watch in disbelief as Lilly screamed in celebration, jumping into Zach’s arms as her father twirled her around, their laughter’s echoing around your garden.

Well, you placed your hand on your tummy, so much for a surprise.

ANOTHER SERIES DONE! I always get so sad when I finish my series’ because i’m gonna miss writing it and their personalities lmao anywaaaay thank you to those who loved it I hope I did not disappoint love yaaaa 

Nct 127+Ten's reaction to their s/o feeling insecure

Request: I was wondering if I could request a nct u + nct 127 reaction to their girlfriend suffering from insecurities?

A/N: okay let’s be honest here,, we’re all at least insecure about something about ourselves right?? so i decided to write this; hope any one of you will feel better after reading this ily but then again i have like a confidence level of -293993 i need to be less insecure



He wouldn’t know what to say or do at first, only giving you an assuring smile and holding you in his arms. But as soon as you starting pouring out your true feelings and thoughts about your insecurities, he’d shower you with compliments and probably sing for you too, which makes you feel better all the time.

“You’re wonderful the way you are and i love that”

“but i’m not happy and i just feel so..?”

“i’m here to make you happy and tell you that you deserve all the love, don’t think otherwise”

Originally posted by taeiljaeh


You’re dating such a positive person, he never fails to tell you the words you need to hear the most. He’d be very understanding, and be really affectionate towards you, mainly because he feels bad that he can’t help you feel better. But because of his encouraging words and support, you eventually learn to gain more confidence, and Johnny’s proud of you.

“you’re beautiful like always”

“you see this smile on my face? it’s all thanks to you”

“come here babe, let me give you a hug”

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts


Really understanding and becomes really soft towards you. His tone instantly becomes more gentle, and his words and actions towards you are all really delicate, because he doesn’t want to say or do anything that may cause you to be more insecure. But at the same time, he never fails to say sweet words to you, and reminds you how much he loves you.

“taeyong i just feel so.. unappreciated? like i’m not good enough”

“you’re more than enough for me”

“and there’s nothing more i can ask from you, to see you happy and confident with yourself”

“because baby you deserve it”

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes


Turns really soft and affectionate too, and literally worships you like a queen. In his eyes you mean everything to him and your flaws are even perfect to him- he loves you that much. He shows his love through actions and affection, which is why he has his arms and hands on you all the time, and gives you kisses and pecks, which make you feel loved and appreciated.

“my queen’s looking extremely gorgeous today”

“babe i’m not, i look really bad-”

“ *hugs you* in my eyes you’re always gorgeous anyways”

Originally posted by taei


Becomes your number one encourager and motivational speaker, and is always there to help you out, be it giving advice or simply just showering you with sweet and supporting words. He’d do anything just to see you feel a little confident of yourself, and is always there to remind you that he loves you.

“daily reminder from your bunny here that you’re doing great and i love you”

“i’m proud of you”

Originally posted by taeiloves


Upset with himself because he isn’t able to help you, and as a boyfriend, he feels that he has the responsibility to always encourage you. Which is why he’s there to cheer you on/up like a small child, giving small cheers and doing cute little dances, which always help to make you feel better because it’s too adorable. But also, he jokes around with you a lot, and because of that his positivity eventually gets to you.

“you look great!!”

“honestly you could go out of the house right now and so many people would stare because you’re that beautiful”

Originally posted by ten-ie


A mixture of Johnny and Yuta, sometimes he doesn’t know how to put his thoughts to words, so he ends up cuddling you and showering you with kisses. Other times, he tells and assures you with words you need to hear the most, and he’s also such a positive person his giggles and laugh could make you feel better honestly.

“i’m thankful you’re here with me”

“i love you so much”

Originally posted by why-jaehyun


Like Taeil, he wouldn’t know what to do at all, and is confused as to why you were insecure. But he doesn’t say anything at all and just gives you an encouraging and assuring smile, which helps you feel better anyways. He also shows a lot of affection, mainly backhugs and small little cuddles. Also loves rubbing your noses together, which always leaves you in a big blushing mess, but you’re feeling better anyways.

“princess, you’re really beautiful”

“babe i can’t help but think i’m not”

“trust me, you are”

Originally posted by y-ta


He wouldn’t understand why you were insecure at first, mainly because in his eyes, you were perfect. Gets all flustered and clueless because he doesn’t know what to do and how to make you feel better. But still, he shows you his encouragement and support, and expresses his love and concern for you through the songs and raps he writes almost everyday. Loves giving you small hugs to make you feel better and if he needs to, gives you small pecks on the cheek too.

“you’re always wonderful!!”

“in my eyes you’re already perfection”

Originally posted by nakamotens


Becomes really soft and sensitive when it comes to you, and tries his best not to tease you too much or say anything that may hurt your feelings or make you feel worst. Gives you cute little nicknames that only he can call you, and becomes really affectionate around you. Hugs and pecks everywhere!! And he’d do anything to make you smile.

“you know something babe?”

“yes hyuck?”

“you’re really beautiful and I love you”

“also do remember that in my whole lifetime i only and will only say that to you”

Originally posted by donghyukslee

your fave is problematic: nikolai lantsov

- too cool 4 u
- superstar.mp3
- so perfect he literally created another version of him that’s basically his raggedy alter ego
- said alter ego is just nikolai playing with ships instead of subjects
- ALSO somehow has even more sex appeal than the original which is like… holy shit wow a+ 11/10 would bangbarabangbang
- yo ho ho a pirate’s life for me (and a bottle of kvas)
- brilliant, talented, showstopping.gif
- better than your faves 2kforever
- will probably smack his face into the mirror one day bc he’ll be too busy flirting w/ his own reflection
- but according to sturmhond crooked noses are in so it’s fine
- allergic to the word impossible
- meteor shower boy™
- has this really nasty kink called treating your crush/partner with respect and supporting them no matter what. disgusting right
- will (and has) sacrificed himself for his kingdom/people……. seriously someone kinkshame him like wtf how dare he
- …… be so perfect
- did i say perfect? bc p e r f e c t ✨✨✨✨✨✨
- how do you flawless™
- 2 sexy for your crown
- nikolai: i don’t like drama!!!!
also nikolai: 👀👂🔍
- will steal your heart and never give it back like once you meet him that’s it. bye fam it’s been real i’m forever enchanted by this perfect man… this perfect fictional man

Don’t Care About the Presents (M)

Originally posted by holy-yoongi

Summary: It’s that time of year again, and for your friend group’s annual secret Santa this time, Namjoon has you. Which means that this year, his gift has to be perfect. However, sometimes it’s not the material gifts that are the best ones.

Member: Namjoon

Word Count: 6.2k+

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warning: Smut, Painfully cheesy fluff to the point that characters call themselves out on it

A/N: Part of the Christmas collab with @cremesuga, @jungkxook, @haniwritesbtsstuff, @jiminniemouse, @inktae, and @jungblue! I also have an unhealthy obsession with those damn Ryan pajamas help me. Also I hope no one’s lactose intolerant because this is filled with cheeseeeee.

Namjoon is glad that there are websites that do secret Santa drawings for you now, because if he had drawn your name while in the same room with you, there’d be no hiding how he felt about this current situation. Which was a complete mess. Hands shaking, heart racing, red in the face kind of mess.

However, now he has to deal with his roommate judging him as he flails in front of his computer screen, which now displays you name. And Min Yoongi knows how to judge.

“Calm down. You look like one of those things they put outside car dealerships.” Yoongi flicks the back of Namjoon’s head as he passes behind him, on his way to flop down on the couch.

“You don’t understand, man.” Namjoon lets out a groan before burying his face in his hands. “Like, I know I can’t tell you because it’s supposed to be secret Santa—"

“You got Y/N, I knew it the second I heard you squealing from my room.” Yoongi’s tone is flat, almost bored, as he picks up the remote and starts flipping through the channels.

“Squealing, what? I wasn’t squealing.” Namjoon’s arms cross over his chest as he lets out a huff of air.

“I mean, that was the highest I’ve ever heard your voice go.” Yoongi sighs as he shuts the TV off, unable to find anything to watch. “So, when’s the wedding? I know a ring is probably outside of the price range for a typical secret Santa but…”

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Only yours. E.D Smut

Originally posted by experiencethestyles

Warnings: Smut, so grab some anointing oil, you’re probably gonna need it. Requested. 

“You ready baby?” Ethan asked, grabbing onto the small space of counter beside you, leaning on it. You were currently, finishing your hair, makeup, well everything. Tonight was pretty huge, Grayson and Ethan were up for another TCA, and this time, you were accompanying Ethan as his date. You didn’t actually go to the last show with him, as the both of you weren’t public with your relationship yet, but now you were very public. So why not join him? “Yes baby, I’ll be ready in a minute.” You said, staring at him. Admiring, that he dressed up for once. Not too dressy or anything, but he like nice. Black button up, slacks, and nice shoes, with his hair perfectly messy, and bright purple streak peaking out the front. He was absolutely ravishing, like really hot. And he knew it too, you on the other hand. Didn’t feel too hot. As you knew plenty of gorgeous girls, that were actually in Ethan’s league, unlike you. You were entirely out of his league, him being a perfect ten, and well you being in the negatives. Okay maybe not literally, but you had no self esteem. Ethan knew, and was very sensitive to that fact, calling you any positive word he could think of. And you believed none, just seeing yourself as ugly, and worthless to him. You knew it wasn’t true, but man did it feel like it sometimes. “Babe? Are you ready? You said soon like yesterday!” He exclaimed, throwing himself on the bed behind himself. “Yes Grant. I’m ready” you said walking out of the bathroom. “Oh, well fuck, aren’t you gorgeous.” He said, letting a smirk peak through. As he instantly jumped up off of the mattress to wrap his toned arms around you. “Before you, babygirl.” He said opening the door, so the both of you could exit the bedroom. “You nervous?” you asked him as you walked down the hallway toward the front door. “I mean, maybe a little but if we don’t win we don’t win.” He said. “Hey, I’m gonna go grab Gray! Meet you in the limo?” he asked. Simply nodding, and heading toward the limo by yourself. As you entered the lavish vehicle, you admired everything about it. As it was your first time in one, ever. Looking through the dark tinted windows, you could see the twin boys heading towards the vehicle, laughing as they walked down the path towards where you were currently. As they entered, you could see both of them looked incredible. But especially Ethan, but Grayson didn’t look too bad either. “Hey baby, sorry to keep you waiting.” Ethan said as he moved closer to you, gently placing his hand on your knee. “Yea sorry y/n. I got stuck in my shoe, Ethan had to help me out!” Grayson said, causing the three of you to laugh. “So Grayson, where’s your date?” you asked, causing Ethan to laugh and Gray to blush. “Um, still single like usual.” He mumbled out awkwardly. As the driver pulled off, the rest of the car ride was filled with well, everything. From laughing so hard you cry, to Grayson almost peeing his pants because he was so excited. It was a fun ride, and it was in a limousine, so that made it a hundred times cooler. Once you pulled up to the red carpet entrance, exiting. You were instantly blinded by flashing lights, something you’ve never experienced before. This was all new to you, but the twins. This was their life. As you and Ethan entered the large photo shoot, where they were getting pictures of anyone who was nominated. You stood side by side with Ethan. Nervous as hell, as everyone was going to see these pictures. Ever so often he would whisper “I love you” and squeeze your hand lightly to reassure you. Once the pictures were taken, the three of you entered the large venue. Instantly intimidated, as you felt you were the only “nobody” there, which wasn’t true. “Baby, calm down. I’m here, don’t get nervous.” Ethan said as the three of you took your seats. Waiting for the arrival of “Male internet icon” of the year, of course praying they would win. As the awards, neared closer and closer to the fate of the twins. They both grew more anxious. And this time it was your turn to comfort Ethan, as he had done with you the entire night. “Baby, you’ll be fine. Promise, the fans will come through.” You said as you squeezed his hand tightly. As his leg fidgeted, ad hands twitched. And here it was, the award they had been waiting for all night. The announcer, also known as Bella Thorne, someone they had worked with in the past. For famous in love. She had always had a little thing for Ethan, well it wasn’t little she made it blatantly obvious, that she one hated you, and two wanted Ethan as her own. “And, the winners for Male internet icon of the year, well lets make that Icons, The Dolan twins!” she yelled out into her microphone. Instantly causing the crowd to scream out, and Ethan to pull you into a quick kiss. Before running onto the stage, accepting the award. As they ran up there, and the award was handed to Ethan, she tried to give him a kiss. On the fucking lips. Hell no girl, not my man. Instantly dodging the kiss politely, and going to the mic to say his thank you’s. He spoke “Okay! So I would like to thank everyone for voting! We couldn’t have made it here without the love and support we have! I would specifically like to thank, my mom, dad, sister. And girlfriend, y/n” Ethan said. As he handed the mic to Grayson, as soon as he was about to talk, they cut him off. Once more, as they did in the last TCAS, maybe Ethan needs a shorter speech. But whatever, you were happy for them yes. But you were not going to ignore the move she made on him, she knew he was yours. Not hers, yours. And she had no right to even think about trying to kiss him, cheek. Ok, but lips, those were for you, and no one else. As the boys had ran off of the stage, to you. Ecstatically smiling, proud of their accomplishment, you pulled Grayson in for a hug, congratulating them both. But Ethan, pulled you in for a kiss, but not right now. Not in the mood. Leaving him puzzled, wondering if you were just playing with him, he leaned in for another kiss. Whipping your head away once again, this time making him mad. “y/n, what the fuck is your problem?” he asked. “Nothing.” You simply replied. “Please don’t tell me it was because she tried to kiss me?” he asked, this time brining out the puppy eyes. “Yes.” Was all you replied with. Soon enough the event ended, and the atmosphere between you and Ethan was intense. The thing is, you weren’t upset with him, he handled it like he should have. But you just felt, threatened . She was stunning, no play in games there. He could leave you for her in a heartbeat, he wouldn’t. But he could. And that terrified you, but it was Ethans night, and you weren’t going to ruin it. “Hey, Y/N, E. There’s an after party going down, you in?” Gray asked, hoping the answer was yes. As you were fixing to comply, Ethan interrupted saying, “Sorry dude, I have something to talk about with y/n, we’ll take a cab or something. That cool?” Grayson, understood, but was bummed that the both of you weren’t going to be there. “Ethan, go to the after party! You don’t need me they’ll be plenty of other pretty girls there, ones that would be better for you.” You said. “What? Better for me, what does that even mean.” He nearly yelled as the both of you walked through the back entrance of the venue. “No one is better for me, I don’t get why you think that! Y/n, you are literally, the only thing I need. You, not her, not anyone else. You.” He yelled out. “I’ll fucking prove it to you.” He said through gritted teeth. Instantly picking you up, and putting the both of you in the next available cab, soon after telling the driver the address, he closed the privacy tab. “You think you don’t deserve me baby?” he said, as his hand neared closer and closer up your upper thigh, placing his lips, directly under the shell of your ear. Still, not replying, hoping to get him riled up. Because well, rough Ethan was the best Ethan. “Answer me baby.” He said, inching his hand up higher than before, nearing the place you needed him the most. “Yes. You’re just out of my league E.” you whispered out, as his fingers, pushed aside your panties, and started their work. Going at an undeniably slow pace, making the pleasure near agonizing. Causing you to instantly moan out, “If you aren’t quiet, I wont continue.” He whispered once more. Causing me to instantly bite my lip. “You think this is good? Wait until we get home baby.” He said, removing his fingers from your core. Causing me to instantly whine at the loss of contact, wanting to return the unfinished favor, I placed my hand over his crotch, hoping to get a slight reaction. “Baby, one thing about tonight, is that it’s all about you.” He said as he leaned into my shoulder. “Mr Dolan, we’re here. The elder cab driver said, and man was Ethan eager, throwing him a hundred, and throwing you over his shoulder, carrying you to the apartment. As soon as he managed to unlock the door, and enter. You were pushed up against the wall, instantly engulfed in his kiss. He, departed his lips from yours. Slowly moving down your body, starting to leave sloppy kisses around the sweet spot on your neck. “Ethannn” you moaned out as he managed take control of your body from a few simple kisses. Pleased with the reaction, he decides to move it down a little further, taking your dress of slowly, following your panties. “Ethan please!” you exclaimed as his face was centimeters away from your heat. “Please what? Remember baby, tonight’s all about you. So you’re going to have to be vocal.” Him fully knowing you were pretty shy when it came to dirty talk, but I guess it was necessary at the moment. “Just, I don’t know eat me out or something!” you exclaimed. And with that, he picked you up bridal style, and carried you to the bed. Placing you down gently, and starting action. Slowly kissing down your collar bones, then shoulders, breasts and naval. Until he reached where you needed him. Inching his face once more, causing you to moan out in agony. “Ethan, please!” you moaned. And with that, he listened. Slowly kitten licking figure eights onto your clit, slowly teasing his way, which honestly could have made you cum right there. “Fuck, don’t stop!” you moaned, as he buried his face deeper between your legs. Which was a dream. “Ethan, stop.” You said, instantly causing him to jolt up, to see if you were okay. “What? Why?” he asked. “Ethan, just fuck me.” You said, and he didn’t hesitate twice. Instantly jerking his slacks, shirt, and boxers off. Damn, I didn’t realize how clothed he was. “What do you want?” he asked, fully knowing the answer. As he was grabbing a condom from the nightstand. “You Ethan, I want you.” Was all you had to say. “I’m all yours baby.” He said, as you interrupted, “Wait, E. Let me ride you.” Was all you had to say to make the boy go stir crazy.. “You sure?” he asked. Simply ignoring the question, you positioned yourself at his tip, preparing for his size, which honestly I don’t think anyone could get used to the boy was huge. “Babe, come on!” he said, as you took your time to tease, rubbing his head every few seconds. Without replying, which was a popular response this evening. You slowly slid on top of him, adjusting to his massive length. Causing him to instantly moan out. “Babe, fuck. You know I love you right?” he said as you sped the pace up. Bouncing on him faster within the seconds. “Yes, I love you too.” You managed to moan out. As he kept hitting the right spot with every bounce. “Cum for me babygirl.” Was all he had to say, to push you over the edge. Within seconds, Ethan had came too, but you rode the both of your highs out, extending the pleasure you both received. Soon, rolling off of him. “You shouldn’t be worried you know, I’m all yours y/n” Ethan said as he snuggled into your side, kissing a few hickeys he had left. “I know Ethan, your mine, and mine only.” You said. “Agreed.” He replied, kissing you sweetly before you had both drifted off into a deep sleep.

Requests, open. Sorry if this was total shit! Smut is defiantly not my strong suit Hope it’s not terrible!♥️

starlightafterastorm  asked:

Bughead prompt :) Jughead's thoughts/POV during the diner scene. What are his internal reactions/feelings when learning about Betty's dark secrets?

Thanks @starlightafterastorm for the prompt. This was a tough one to write. I think I tend to be able to see things easier from Betty’s POV as someone who has mental health issues of my own it is easier to see her POV rather than the person who cares for someone with those issues. Anyway I hope this fills your prompt. All aboard the angst train.

 “I should have told you about Chuck, but I didn’t I lied. And then I threw you this party you didn’t even want.” He groaned inwardly remembering how he had chastised her for this decision. Ready to throw everything away on one night and one decision. How he had so readily thrown Archie in her face, he knew he had said it out of his own insecurities, not thinking of the impact that it would have on her. Then during that stupid game Chuck had laid her secrets bare, he had watched on as those hateful things spewed from the boy’s mouth, as Betty blinked back tears, watching herself being exposed to her classmates. He found it difficult to imagine Betty losing control, let alone imagining her in the way that Chuck had described her. Hearing his name seemed to jolt him into action, launching himself at Chuck his hand still stinging from the impact. 

“Why did you?” He asked, Betty was such a caring individual she had shown that on so many occasions that he did not believe that she would purposefully go against what he wanted. There must have been something else behind it.  “There is something very very wrong with me.” He continued to stare at her as she spoke. He didn’t believe anything could be wrong with her, with all she had endured and still here she was. When he had re-entered the party and wanted to speak to her after all those things he had thrown in her face she had still accepted him back. He knew that she hated the word ‘perfect’ but to him that’s what she was. He was the one who was damaged, not her.  “There is this darkness in me that’s overwhelming sometimes and I don’t know where it comes from. But I think that’s what makes me do these crazy things. Like..”

Her voice trailed off as she paused and he could see that she was deliberating whether she would expose herself further than she had already been tonight. She opened her palms to him and he was shocked to see the small cresent indents scarred into her hands. The marks were fresh still weeping, she had hurt herself recently. She had been in pain and he hadn’t even noticed, she had been in so much pain and unable to cope that she had felt the only option available was to inflict damage on herself. 

She looked up at him with those wide trusting eyes and he could see she was trying to gauge his reaction, had she given over too much, shown too much of herself.  He was trying to process her reveal, she seemed like she had it all together, he saw such a strength in her. He had told her as much in the office of the Blue and Gold while her family was destroying itself she was the strength keeping them all together. Had he only placed yet more expectations on her.

He began to see that they were not so difference both had a darkness surrounding them while he wore his on the outside clear and plain for everyone to see, she hid hers as best she could, under pleasant smiles and giggles, letting it bubble under the surface struggling to get out. He had a lightness in him that she had started to tease out from him. He had actually found himself against his best efforts enjoying himself at Polly’s baby shower, bathing himself in her light until Archie had arrived. She brought out a part of him that he wasn’t sure still existed, that it had been too deeply buried by the trainwreck that had been his life. 

He sighed as he took her hands and clasped them in his own. Her vulnerability was literally in his hands, to do with what he wished. He brought her hands and her darkness to his lips and lightly kissed her knuckles. He felt a pang of guilt for what he had said earlier, the words “perfect girl next door” ringing clearly in his ears. No wonder she hated the word and everything that it stood for. He didn’t have the expectations that were forced upon her, no one expected him to amount to anything, there was no-one to disappoint. She had a heavy burden and he wanted to share that burden lighten it in whatever way he could. 

He continued to hold her hands, keeping her safe and protected in this moment. She pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, which he returned and she leant her head on his shoulder as his arm moved to wrap around her, rubbing her arm gently with his hand. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any headcanons about a daughter of Aphrodite and son of Athena as a couple? Love your blog xx

Okay, let’s get started!

  • She’s really smart and he’s really pretty.
  • Like she’s top of her class, straight A’s, speaks four languages, talented and amazing and incredibly gorgeous.
  • But who’s more gorgeous? Her boyfriend. 
  • Gorgeous tan, perfectly fitted clothes. Always the best dressed in the room. Glasses that perfectly fit his face, eyelashes to die for, hair that always looks just perfect. He wears it effortlessly, with a perfect amount of confidence without seeming careless.
  • They’re intimidating on paper, but in real life they’re literally harmless
  • They have daily arguments over things like shoelaces, pronunciations of names and words, and anything else.
    • “no pronounces egg like that! You’re insane!”
  • Get into deep philosophical conversations at any time of the day, get too deep.
  • Go shopping together, because they both kinda hate shopping alone but love shopping with each other. Go to all the nicest stores and try on all the clothes and rate each other.
  • They’re a power couple on paper but a couple of harmless marshmallows irl.
  • They study together constantly and go on starbucks runs for each other.
  • Both of them hate exercising so they never exercise literally ever.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I think the Danganronpa 1 guys need some love too... So... How would the guys from the fist game (including Fujisaki) would react if their s/o was waiting for them, on their bed, wearing sexy lingerie? BTW, I love your imagines! Thank you! (P.S.: If you want to forget Yamada, it's fine by me, since I don't like him, but if you want to include him, it's fine too!)

Awwww you’re so kind thank you!! This sounds like a fun one~ I’ve presumed the s/o is female in this one! If anyone wants the same for a male s/o don’t be afraid to ask!

DR1 Boys & s/o in sexy lingerie

Makoto Naegi

  • He got in rather late, and was intending to creep into bed beside you without disturbing you in case you’re asleep
  • So he’s all on tip toes avoiding making any noise
  • But then he sees the bedroom light on?
  • He stops being so cautious and peaks around the door
  • Instant nosebleed
  • “I-I-I… Y/N you-you look…”
  • You smile at his reaction and get up from the bed and walk over to him
  • “This is my gift to you~”
  • Your hand ghosts down his arm
  • He’s blushing like mad
  • Literally can’t move
  • “You look so good” he manages
  • Finally snaps out of it and pulls you onto the bed with him

Byakuya Togami

  • He’s stressed after working with under qualified people
  • Gets a glass of wine to drink and a book to read before he heads towards the bedroom
  • Just ready to relax and forget the stress if the day
  • Is looking down at the book when he enters the room so he doesn’t notice at first
  • “You’re still awake Y/N?”
  • Then he looks up
  • Oh
  • He smirks
  • “This for me?”
  • He sits on the bed and places the book and wine down
  • His hand is tracing over the lingerie as you move to sit beside him
  • Is literally stroking over the lingerie
  • “I must say red is most flattering on you…” He gently pulls some of the elastic back and lets it snap back on your thigh
  • Literally sits admiring you all evening
  • “Much as I love this, I’m dying to take it off you…”
  • After that evening you go lingerie shopping together at least once a week

Mondo Owada

  • He had just gotten back from the gym and was planning on going for a shower before sleeping
  • He stripped down to just underwear before heading to the shower
  • Only to find no towel        
  • “Y/N where are the clean towels?”
  • “There’s some in here~” You respond
  • So he heads into the bedroom and there you are sprawled on the bed
  • Wearing very little
  • But what you are wearing he likes a lot
  • Though you also raise an eyebrow at his lack of clothing
  • You stand up and walk over to him, resting a hand on his shoulder and meeting his gaze
  • He kabedons you instantly
  • “I was going to take a shower but now you’ve given me other ideas”

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

  • You’d told Ishimaru you were going to bed early
  • So he finished watching the programme you’d been watching before heading after you
  • When he walked in on you adjusting the lingerie in the mirror he went red
  • “W-W-What are you wearing! This is inappropriate!”
  • “Oh, really? But I bought it just for you~”
  • Can he get any more red? Well he just did
  • “But in a school environ-”
  • “This is our bedroom though Taka~”
  • He stutters a bit before running out of reasoning
  • You looked hot and he liked it even if it when against his morals
  • “If it’s such a problem I’ll just take it off completely then~” You wink
  • He’s stood in front of you instantly and examining the garment
  • “W-well if no one else can see then I guess it isn’t a problem…”

Chihiro Fujisaki

  • You two are getting ready for bed and getting into usual sleep wear
  • Only he’s focussing on himself and doesn’t notice what you’re wearing
  • But when he does he loves it
  • Literally adores it
  • “It fits you so perfectly!”
  • Is also so flattered that you’d wear something like that for him
  • And it’s so lacy and feminine
  • Would be so hesitant to take it off for fear of damaging it
  • Instead literally just sits admiring you and how perfect you are
  • Is actually beaming
  • Would definitely want you to show him more
  • And maybe find something sexy for him too?

Leon Kuwata

  • Oh boy is he going to third base with you tonight
  • Happens to walk in on you when you’re changing into the lingerie and you can’t do one of the hooks
  • There’s just that pause when you realise he’s there
  • And you’re bent over trying to fix one of the thigh straps
  • With your back to him
  • So he’s force to look at your ass being accentuated by this garment
  • Instant boner
  • Literally no words are exchanged
  • This is not an opportunity he’s going to give up
  • Doesn’t matter that you couldn’t get that last hook sorted because it’s all coming off now anyway

Hifumi Yamada

  • Not into the 3D? Pfft we’re gunna change that
  • Operation arouse Hifumi with real girl is go go go
  • He was too busy reading fanfiction to notice you go to bed earlier than usual
  • But once he’d finished reading he headed to your room
  • What
  • Literally stuttering mentally
  • Has only ever seen these sort of outfits on 2D girls
  • They actually exist?
  • Nosebleed central
  • But doesn’t actually know what to do now because when it’s on 2D girls he can’t actually interact so…
  • “Don’t you agree the 3D is just as good as 2D now?”
  • All he can do is stand there and nod

Yasuhiro Hagakure

  • Never in his many resits of high school had he actually seen anything so hot
  • Sure he’s an airhead but he did pay attention to the people around him
  • When he sees you just lying on the bed for him knows how the situation should play out
  • And he wants to be sexy and seductive for you
  • But he just kind of dorks out
  • And can’t get over how good you look
  • Just starts complimenting you like crazy
  • His plan to talk dirty turned into babbling
  • He’s just admiring you and how good you look
  • Kisses you multiple times between compliments
  • Until you break it to him you want this to go further
  • And then his attitude changes (even though he still can’t quite get over the fact you dress like this for him)

Fellow Maul fans, it’s been one heckuva ride (so far..) And no matter what happens by the end of season 3 I just want to take a look at Maul through the years because…. feels.

TPM Maul:
-and strangely seductive???
-horrible dental hygiene
-murders your baes and steals your heart

-messed up
-I mean wtf
-broken in every sense of the word
-needs help
-and food
-you just want to hold him

Galactic Domination Maul:
-still hot
-(hot damn)
-v-neck shirt 👌
-has dreams to monologue about
-literally is 100% aesthetic
-murders your baes but you’re too far gone to hate him

Destroy the Sith™ Maul:
-sass grandpa
-no legs no shirt no problems
-finally seen the light??? Hahaha no
-magically perfect teeth
-still hot like how even
-Lady Tano

Destroy the Sith™ (more like Kenobi) Maul 2.0:
-polo shirt
-literally never shuts up
-seriously he has no filter
-still doesn’t succeed at anything
-tries so hard
-can’t take a hint
-you think he just needs a hug

i love that we can be so honest and vulnerable before the Lord and He doesn’t respond unkindly, but tenderly and lovingly, always. i woke up feeling shaky this morning and asked Him to give me a word in the Bible that i needed to hear. and the moment i started reading i couldn’t help but laugh because He gave me a word which was so so so perfect and He was again speaking to me in my circumstance–reminding me of His will when i forget, when my heart feels too weak to cling to the promise. wow He is good. He loves showing up. He is always kind and faithful and full of mercy. so thankful for His heart and His nearness.

anonymous asked:

hi, do you write angst? if yes, would you mind doing a headcannon for RFA finding out MC has an emotionally abusive mother when said mother suddenly appears and throws a fit and humiliates MC in front of them? thank you

RFA+minor trio in protective mode is always good shit


  • When your mom went off the hinges in front of Zen
  • And Zen saw the fear in your eyes
  • Ohohohohoh
  • If this boy normally was a beast, right now he was the fucking Hulk
  • He shoved you behind his back and started yelling right back at your mom, because how dare she say such filthy things to his precious princess
  • His beautiful, brilliant, amazing, innocent, perfect princess
  • You hadn’t even heard the combinations of curse words flying out of Zen’s mouth before
  • When you saw his hands clenching into fists you had to hold him back
  • Eventually your mom left
  • “Don’t come near MC again unless you get your shit together” he spat before slamming the door on her face for good measure


  • You were watching your literal worst nightmare unfold as your mom went bonkers right before your sweet, kind, innocent boyfriend who only saw the good in people
  • You tried to bite down the tears but eventually it got too hard
  • He nervously stood beside you, trying hard to figure out a solution
  • “Umm…uhh…I just remembered…I left the oven on! SHIT!” he yelled desperately, with the fakest tone of surprise you’ve ever heard
  • “Yoosung we don’t even have an oven” you whispered to him, but he was already dragging you out
  • Once you got far enough away from your mom, he gave you the tightest hug
  • “Has your mom…always been like this?” you nodded into his chest
  • You went out for comfort ice cream and he offered to share his mom with you


  • Everything went to hell when your mom busted into the café and lost her shit in front of Jaehee and all the customers
  • Everyone was watching
  • Yeah Harry Potter’s invisibility cloak sounds good right now
  • You were about to self-inflict some third degree burns with boiling coffee for the sake of getting out
  • …when Jaehee sternly suggested you all come to the back room to talk it out over coffee
  • Once in the back room, she told your mom off for her immature actions and gave her the number of a local therapist
  • …and that frankly, she will not hesitate to press charges towards your mom, should the coffee business ever be disrupted again


  • Jumin was quiet for a second when your mom started throwing her tantrum
  • Without even flinching, he stood up, signaled for security, grabbed your hands and walked you out the room
  • You were about to say something when you realized he was already on the phone
  • “…This is Jumin Han speaking. I would like to file a restraining order…yes, as soon as possible…”
  • When he got off the phone, he informed you that he will personally draw you a bath
  • Apparently, he had read somewhere that a bath is good for people in distress


  • Seven knew the signs of someone about to throw a tantrum all too well, so when he recognized this on your mom, he instinctively dragged you out
  • Not just out, but into his car, which he drove, very fast, and got both of you into his 15-security-layered-house, where he buried you in honey buddha chips
  • This boy ain’t having no more of this bullshit
  • He had the power to protect you now so you sure as hell aren’t becoming a second Saeran
  • “But hey!” He said cheerfully, “now we got another thing to bond over! Abused children high five!” He said, as he held one hand up, ready for a high five
  • You gave him the high five as both of you dissolved into laughter

————–Minor trio——————————–


  • Your mom made a bad, b a d mistake by raising her voice at you in front of Saeran
  • She had just started screaming at you, when Saeran looked at her dead in the eyes, and said “I could kill her” to you, as if he was offering to wash the dishes
  • You hastily declined
  • Knowing Saeran, he was probably not kidding
  • He proceeded to explain that it would be “very easy” and that “no one would know” and “it’s not like it would be the first time”
  • You looked at your now petrified mom, and for a split second you considered accepting his offer
  • However, you quickly came to your senses and assured Saeran
  • That it’s OK, you are pretty sure your mom won’t be bothering you anymore


  • Poor, innocent, very much blind V
  • He actually believed he could talk sense into your mom
  • When she flipped out at you, he calmly suggested you leave the room, so he can handle your mom on his own
  • As you stood outside the door, you could hear a mix of V’s soothing voice and your mom’s increasingly obnoxious screaming
  • You lost it when you heard the words “…you’re just as useless, selfish and pathetic as my daughter!”
  • That was when you barged back into the room
  • Usually you would’ve stayed quiet during one of your mom’s rage storms
  • Because sometimes you believed those words to be true
  • But now that the same words were used on V, you weren’t having any of it
  • You charged at her, grabbed her by the collar, threw her out and slammed the door in her face
  • …then you went back to check on V
  • “I’m so sorry, I tried my best”, he said with a sad smile as he pulled you in for a hug
  • You thanked him for helping you stand up for yourself, and honestly you were pretty proud


  • When your mom started screaming at you, for some reason, Vanderwood just could not take this seriously
  • “You’re GARBAGE!” Your mom yelled, whilst Vanderwood raised his eyebrows questioningly
  • He looked disbelievingly from your mom to you, back and forth a couple times, paused for a second before asking your mom “seriously? You’re calling her garbage? I mean, have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?”
  • He laughed a bit, but he wasn’t done “Ok first of all, you look like garbage”
  • “Second of all, you act like garbage…”
  • “…Third of all…if you open the dictionary and look up the word garbage, there would be a picture of you”
  • He gestured your mom vaguely to the door, “um, so what are you doing standing here? Don’t you have anywhere better to go? Cos I don’t remember sending invitations to…” he lowered his voice dramatically, then whispered “…garbage
  • You stared in disbelief as your mom actually turned around and left, looking evidently defeated
  • You were about to thank Vanderwood, when you heard him question under his breath when he signed up to be a part of a soap opera

Bonus: if your mom screamed at you when the entire crew were in the room

  • Zen is yelling shit at your mom while Yoosung attempts to hold him back
  • Yoosung tries teary eyed to distract everyone by weakly asking if anyone wants to go for ice cream
  • Jaehee’s trying to make coffee so everyone can calm down and talk it out
  • …Saeran’s somewhere in the background grabbing a knife
  • Jumin’s calling his lawyer while eyeing Saeran - “ok so how do you legally get away with murder”
  • Seven’s just standing on the side, eyes wide and whispering “déjà vu”
  • Vanderwood is halfway out the door, mumbling “nope not this shit again”
  • V’s tapping Seven on the head muttering calming words thinking it’s your mom

Plz can someone draw this


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Alys wanted thoroughly interrogated Eggsy, where Eggsy stood his ground and didn’t let anything slip.

I kind of imagine him and Harry having had an argument before he was abducted. Harry giving him a dressing down on all of the ways he was being a poor agent/had messed up a recent mission and the thought for Harry that that’s the last thing he said to Eggsy.

It’s eating him

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“I-I’m a virgin.”

Harry took that as a blow to the dignity of all males, his eyes going wide in pure shock. Sure, he knew she wasn’t the type for one night stands but he definitely didn’t think she had never done it with anyone.And for some reason, he felt like making up for it. He must be crazy.


harry thinks his best friend is way too fuckable to still be a virgin.

[alternate universe]


The relationship between Harry and Y/N was always one to question. They had been best friends since 9th grade, when Harry moved to America. Long story short, everyone picked on the dorky British kid while Y/N was the only defier. She admired his accent, thought it was cute even. 

And so of course, as you can image, Y/N didn’t have too many friends either. She was mostly a pretty shy girl, only letting her true hilarious self through with people she felt absolutely comfortable with. 

Harry was that person. 

“Styles, you better not have eaten all my fucking chocolates!” Y/N shouts into her apartment, remembering Harry sending her text during Economics that said something along the lines of ‘coming over. you have food and i don’t.’ 

He emerges out of her small kitchen - barely considered a kitchen to Y/N’s mother - with, sure enough, the box of chocolates in hand. He’s been caught red handed, giving a goofy smile as the shrugs his shoulders, “They weren’t that good anyway,” Harry reassures, remembering these particular candies were bought for her by a fuckboy whose only intention was getting in her pants. 

“You little bitch, I was going to eat those!” she groans, even though she knows they couldn’t have been that good to begin with. 

Harry thinks this is sorta kinda cute, seeing her get all flustered over practically nothing. “So, what was the assholes name again?” he makes his way over to her, pulling her down to sit on the small white sofa. 

“Jeremy Collins. Ugh, he was so dreamy and then he talked and all I wanted to do was cover his words and never have to hear his voice.” 

He laughed, never understanding her search for “the perfect boy”, “That bad? Damn, maybe you’ve gotten too accustomed to my voice.” 

She rolled her eyes, swatting his arm, “No dumbass, his voice was fine. What he said was beyond stupid though,” She laughed, resting her head on Harry’s shoulder, “I said: Not everything is about sex, I actually have a personality - and so he interrupted and said: Can your personality sit on my dick?” 

Harry quite literally fell back in laughter, snorting a few times as he clutched his stomach, “He actually fucking said that?” 

She laughed, knowing he never meant to hurt her feelings, just maybe her search for love. 

She stood up, mumbling about having to change out of the way too tight jeans as Harry simply nodded, scrolling through his phone while she was absent. 

When she came back, Harry noticed the outfit she chose to bless his eyes with. A tshirt that used to be his, barely-considered shorts, and some fuzzy socks with her hair thrown up into a top knot. Not that he had those types of feelings for her, but damn, did Y/N have perfectly long legs. Plus, her ass was hanging out of those “shorts” but who was he to complain? 

“What do you want to do?” she asked, looking up into his eyes. 


She nodded, turning Netflix onto her television while grabbing a blanket for the two of them. “What movie-” “The breakfast club.” Harry answered for her, smirking as she smiled at his remembrance of her all time favorite movie. 

Now, at this point, Y/N was snuggled up with her best friend, the movie about halfway through. Only, she was distracted by fuckboy #16 Jeremy as he kept flooding her imessage with ‘take me back’ texts. Harry noticed, but kept quiet knowing she would get agitated. 

“Ugh, what is this boy’s problem?!” She sat up, Harry following suit, “Now he’s saying I’m too innocent, not experienced enough? That’s such bullshit! I do things, like - like…” 

Harry tried rubbing her back, trying to get her to chill out a little and not worry about an irrelevant person. 

“How much have you done?” He genuinely wondered, thinking about it. 

She rolled her eyes and barely acknowledged the question, mumbling “Plenty of things.” 

He looked into her eyes now, the intimidation she never noticed before becoming evident as his green eyes stared back at her with insane wonder, “Like what?” 

She gulped, wanting to know why in the hell her skin was heating up, “Uhm, well - like…” 

He smirked, a whole new possibility flickering through his rotten mind, “Go on?” 

“Okay! God, Jesus Christ, Harry. Why the fuck do you want to know so bad all the sudden?” 

“You’re avoiding the question, babe.” 

She froze in place as she swore on her life he moved closer to her, the crush she developed sophomore year of high school flashing through her mind for a spilt second. “I-I’m a virgin.” 

Harry took that as a blow to the dignity of all males, his eyes going wide in pure shock. Sure, he knew she wasn’t the type for one night stands but he definitely didn’t think she had never done it with anyone. 

And for some reason, he felt like making up for it. He must be crazy. 

“Virgin? How the fuck…” He muttered, sincerely trying to figure out how that was even possible. Fuck, just look at her. She’s very fuckable. More than that, girlfriend material, the kind of girl armies should be fighting for in the thousands. 

“No one has ever felt like the one. They’re all assholes so-” 

The next thing Harry says surprises both of them, all the chemistry they always shared finally making sense, “Am I an asshole?” 

Of course, the true meaning behind this was, “I wasn’t fuckable enough?” 

Which, naturally makes her eyes widen as he seriously debates on whether or not she’s ever experienced any sexual pleasing, feeling like it’s his responsibly. 

Yep, he’s definitely going crazy. 

“So you’ve never even had an orgasm before?” He thinks aloud, throwing all his control into the trash. 

She rolls her eyes, standing up now and heading to the kitchen to get away from his never ending game of 21 questions, and maybe trying to get away from the urge to kiss him and let him be that one. 

“Still have fingers, Harry.” She calls from the kitchen, and fuck, he’s thinking all the things that shouldn’t be said in Church while those four words go straight to his dick. 

He stands up, debating his intentions as he finds her grabbing a can of soda out of the fridge, her ass on full display. 

And so with a final, fuck it, he meets her as he stands tall, still towering over her as her back is to him. 

He moves a strand of her hair and brings his lips to her ear, whispering the four words that have such a new meaning now. 

“You trust me, right?” 

And with that, she flips around and brings him down to meet their lips together in a forceful lust, surprising Harry at first, quickly responding as his hands find their way to her hips. 

Harry is thinking how in the hell has he never kissed her sugar sweet lips before and Y/N is thinking why she looked for so long when the perfect thing was right in front of her. Both of them thought the other was very fuckable. 


i’ll be creating a master list once i get a good amount of imagines completed but for now, you can search my tag #babymyharry and all my imagines will appear :)) it’s magic !!

edit: here is my masterlist 

yooo i might make a part 2 to this?? idkkk what to even call this bc likeee smut didn’t actually happen but?? if i made a part 2 there would fs be smut whohoo


- amanda;))

chocobros-b4-chocohos  asked:

Promptis, "secret"

Anyone else need more high school Promptis? Because damn I sure do!


Fingers slid together and Noctis turned over his shoulder to see Prompto’s smile just before their lips collided. Laughter bubbled between them and if anyone was staring, they would never know. All Noctis needed was right there in that moment like a well-timed pop song in a cheesy romantic comedy, and maybe there was a time when he would have been offended for comparing his relationship with his best friend to such a thing, but with each second they spent pressed together, each silent promise to be together always made him fall deeper in love. 

They weren’t a secret, but Noctis wanted to brag to the world that Prompto was his and too bad for everyone else because the sky would have to fall and crush them both for him to ever let him get away. Forget the normalcy he had desperately sought for years, because there was absolutely nothing that was more freeing, more perfect than waking up with literal sunshine asleep in his bed and being able to hold his warmth without getting burned. 

Noctis felt like dancing down the street, and it was all because of Prompto, because he smiled and wanted a kiss, and he couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than that. 

(send me a pairing and a word and i’ll write you a five sentence fic.)

(five sentence fic master post.)

Heartbroken Part 7

Request: Hi Tori! You’re like my favorite author ever. Could you maybe write one where Bucky cheats on the reader, of course she’s heartbroken and when he realizes what he’s done he does everything to get her back? With happy or sad ending, whatever you prefer

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: probs super short and I’m sorry in advance, pls don’t attack me

A/N: Tomorrow I’m writing the happy ending and Friday I’m writing the sad ending and then this series will be dooonneeee. P.s. I’ll fix any mistakes in the mornin’.

Another month passes. You and Bucky hang out occasionally. He’s put his all into gaining your trust back. You’ve went out for lunch some more, he would send you flowers from time to time and anytime he was around you, he did his all to make you laugh. The whole team noticed how hard Bucky was working to win you back (as you can tell, word travels around fast in that building).

Bucky was planning the ultimate level up. He noticed how calm you were around him; how comfortable you were. It was almost as if you two had never broken up (not that you kissed or went further than that).

“Don’t do this man.” Steve tells his best friend.

“Why not?” Bucky questioned.

“This is huge, it might scare her off. She may say yes to being your girlfriend, hell, she’ll most definitely say yes to being your friend again but I don’t think she’ll say yes to being your wife.” he says and Bucky frowned.

He had been planning on asking you to marry him. I know, risky as fuck but he was confident that you’d say yes. Even so, he’d still spend the rest of his life making it up to you for what happened nearly 4 months ago.

“I just don’t want you to be heartbroken when she says no, Buck.” Steve sighed.

Bucky nods his head little by little before speaking. “Yeah, you’re right. It was a stupid idea. I’m lucky enough to even talk to her without it getting all awkward and weird.”

Natasha watched Bucky fiddle with his fingers, a frown set upon his lips which made her frown. “Dude.. I-” she paused for a moment. Did she really want to tell him? Should she even tell him? Screw it. “Y/N still loves you.”

This catches both Steve and Bucky off guard. “What?”

Natasha nods. “A couple of days ago she told me she still loved you. I don’t know if the love is strong enough for marriage but you won’t know until you try.”

Steve turns to Natasha with a very angry look but she pays no attention to him. 

“Really? She said she still loves me?” the hope gleaming in Bucky’s eyes were prominent.

Natasha nods. Bucky pauses for a moment before a smile makes its way to his lips. “Wish me luck, I’m going through with this.”

Bucky turned away and practically ran over to his room to call you.

“Bucky wait!” Steve had shouted but his friend did not stop. Steve then turned to Natasha, clearly pissed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

The red heads eyebrows knit together. “What?”

“You told Bucky to go and ask Y/N to marry him. Are you out of your damn mind?” Steve replied.

“She loves him, he loves her, I don’t see the problem.” she shook her head.

“The problem is that there’s a possibility she’ll say no and when she does, Bucky will be heartbroken and he won’t come out of his room, he won’t eat, he won’t shower.” Steve rambled. “He’s better off just being friends with her rather than risking their whole relationship.”

“And there’s a possibility that she’ll say yes. Steve, Y/N still loves him and I believe she’ll say yes.” Natasha replied. “Yes he fucked up but over these four months haven’t you seen how hard he was working on gaining her trust back? He was patient, he wasn’t pushing her to get back together, he did everything he possibly could to keep her happy and it worked. I think this will turn out fine.”

Steve took a step closer to Natasha and pointed his finger at her. “You’re giving him false hope. I refuse to see my best friend sad!”

“But there is a chance that she’ll say yes and he’ll be happy, Steve!” she exclaimed. “You can’t always base things off of the ‘what if’s’. Sometimes you just have to be a little risky. This risk may lead to his happiness - or heartbreak but that’s for him to figure out.”

Steve sighed.

“I know you’re trying to look out for him, but he’s a grown man. He can take care of himself. Let him take the risk.” she added, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Steve sighed. “Fine but you’re the one who’s gonna take care of him when he refuses to come out of his room.”

When Bucky got to his room, he immediately called you.

“Bucky! To what do I owe this pleasure?” you spoke after answering the call.

Bucky smiled. “Hey, I was just wondering if you’d maybe want to get dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night.. Hmm..” you respond. “Sorry Bucky but tomorrow night I’m going out to dinner with Manny, my coworker.”

At this, Bucky frowns. Manny, that son of a bitch. He had been trying to get with you since he started working with you. Constantly flirting with you, touching you whenever he had the chance. It aggravated Bucky. He had told him to back off countless of times but Manny was a adamant about getting with you. And for clearly the wrong reasons.

You had sat through his silence, trying your hardest not to laugh. You knew Bucky disliked Manny and thought that this would be pretty funny, and it was. Deciding that enough was enough, you cleared your throat.

“I was joking, Bucky.” you say and almost instantly, you hear him sigh.

“Oh thank god.” he breathed out. “You know he just wants to have sex with you right?”

“He makes it very obvious and I also make it very obvious that I’m not interested.” you respond.

“He irks me.” Bucky huffed.

You let out a small laugh. “So tomorrow night?”

“Yep. You there or am I gonna be eating alone?” he questioned.

“Are you gonna pay for dinner?” you ask, making a face even though he couldn’t see you.

“Yes, I’m paying for dinner.” he laughed.

“Free food then I’m there.” you beam. “What time should I be ready by?”

“Eight thirty.” Bucky responds.

“You got it dude. See you - Wait, what’s the dress code?”

“Put on your most fanciest dress and your most expensive heels. We’re eating like royalty tomorrow.” he spoke and you let out a high pitched squee.

“You’ve just made a bad decision, James. I’m ordering everything on the menu. I’ll be at your bank accounts funeral.” you say, causing Bucky to laugh.

“Order whatever you want, it’s on Tony.” Bucky replied.

“He agreed to pay? Wow.” you say.

“Pfft. As if.” Bucky scoffed. “Took some credit cards from him. That dude has a lot, it’s crazy.”

You hum. “I’m beginning to see the resemblance between you and Natasha.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.” he spoke, making you laugh. “Okay so eight thirty pm. Be ready.”

“You got it, soldier.”

Even though Steve wanted to look out for Bucky, Natasha was right. He can take care of himself. Which was why he was in Bucky’s room, helping him get ready for tonight.

“What about a suit? A tux?” Steve threw out suggestions and Bucky scoffed.

“What, am I getting married tonight?” he let out a chuckle.

“No but it’s quite close Bucky.” Steve responds.

“I just don’t want it to seem like I’m trying too hard.” he says, looking through his drawers.

Steve moved around his clothes that were hanging until he came across a simple black button up. He pulled it out and showed it to his friend.

“What about this?” he questioned.

Bucky turned around and started at it for a while before nodding. “Yeah, I’ll wear that and some black jeans.”

“I’ll get you some dress shoes.” Steve spoke, exiting Bucky’s room.

He took this time to get dressed, nervously buttoning up the shirt and tugging his pants up his legs. Bucky put his hair in a bun, pieces of hair falling out in the front due to how short it was compared to the back. Steve came back with dress shoes and Bucky put them on before looking at himself in the mirror.

“This is all wrong.” he spoke. “It’s not perfect.”

He goes to rip the shirt open but Steve stopped him. “No! You’re not doing this again!”

They both looked to the floor where ripped shirts were scattered everywhere. Bucky had tried on many outfits but didn’t like any of them, resulting in him literally ripping them off because he had to look perfect. Bucky frowned.

“I need new shirts.”

Bucky had knocked on your apartment door at 8:00 sharp. You were finishing your makeup when you opened the door, surprised to see Bucky standing there.

“I’m here.” he smiled with his hands in his pockets.

“You’re early.” you state. “I still have thirty minutes to get ready.”

“But I’m hungry now.” he whined like a kid.

At his words, your stomach grumbled. “Now I’m hungry too.” you also whine like a kid.

“It’s contagious.”

You playfully roll your eyes before walking back to the bathroom. “Thirty minutes!”

Bucky steps in and checks the time. “Actually twenty-eight!”

“Shut up!”

Bucky laughs and sits down on your couch as he waited for you. As if Winter sensed he was there, the bunny came hopping out of your room and over to Bucky.

“Hey Winter.” Bucky grinned, picking him up. He pet the bunny while you finished getting ready and when you were done, you put Winter in his new bought cage (so that he wouldn’t… Make a mess.) before leaving.

You don’t know how but Bucky had gotten a really nice table. Everything was going great, the wine was great, the food was great, and you’re pretty sure the dessert was great even though you had barely ordered it.

Bucky was freaking out, his palms were clammy and he was pretty sure he was visibly sweating. His heart was about to pop out of his chest and onto the empty plate in front of him. The waiter comes out with your dessert and Bucky gulps. It was time.

You had ordered not one, but two molten lava cakes along with a to go box. One for you and one you were going to bring home to Natasha. She was a sucker for molten lava cakes.

“I love these.” you say, grabbing your spoon after boxing up Natasha’s cake.

Bucky was starting to get uncomfortably hot. You dug your spoon into the mess of chocolate, frowning when there was no extra chocolate oozing out of it.

“What the? Bucky, I think the waiter messed up-” you stop mid sentence when you discovered a shiny object inside of it. With your thumb and index finger, you pull it out only to see a ring. Confused, you look up at Bucky only to see that he was now kneeling down in front of you.

“Y/N I love you and I know that I messed up really badly four months ago and you should really not forgive me for what happened but I. Love. You. The past four years we’ve been together have been the best years of my life. I loved waking up to your face when we’d spend the night with each other and how you sing along with every song in Burlesque. I love the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when you refuse to believe that you have freckles on your left shoulder-”

“Because I don’t.” you interject and Bucky chuckles. 

“I love when you don’t wear makeup because you’re beautiful without it and I love that you’re so kind and loving and caring. Y/N you’re the best thing to ever happen to me and I know I should just let you go and date other people because trying to keep you to myself is a selfish move in the situation that I’m in but I don’t care. You’re the one for me and I’m sorry that I fucked up and made you think otherwise. I will always hate myself for what I did to you.” he then paused. “I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you Y/N.”

Bucky then grabs the ring from your fingers and looks up at you again. “Will you marry me?”

A/N: Shit man 2 more parts and it’s done + this wasn’t as short as I thought it would be, disregard what the warning said.


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