he's running really fast can you tell

Picture this:

Leo Valdez lands in the centre of Camp Jupiter, valiantly striding his giant bronze dragon.

People are whispering.

“Who is that?”

“The son of Vulcan- Hephaestus. I heard he died in the war!”

“Then how is he here?”

“Is that dragon… metal?”

Leo smiles brilliantly, and raises a hand in a wave.

With surprising agility, he hops to the ground, dusts off his coveralls, and speaks. “I need to see the praetors of Camp Jupiter.”

There is movement in the crowd, two people dressed in purple togas over armour come forward.

One is a girl with light brown skin and thin fierce eyes. Her hair is braided down her back and a golden laurel is placed atop her head. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that she could kill the most dangerous of monsters with a single glance.

The other is a young Asian man, tall and broad shouldered with a look of awe on his face. His muscles let you know that he could snap your neck as easily as a twig, but his kind face says that he also would never want to hurt a soul.

Leo smiles uncontrollably, and holds his arms out wide at his friends. “Reyna! Frank! It’s so good to see you guys! I have something really important to-”

“Leo,” interrupts the male praetor, Frank, his dark eyes full of worry for his old friend, “if I were you, I’d run. Fast.”

A frown finds its way into Leo’s face. “Ouch, man. I just got here and you’re already telling me to leave.” He brings his hands to his heart jokingly. “I thought we had something special, Frank.”

Reyna shakes her head, her eyes wide, but before she can say a word, a different voice speaks, softly, “Leo?”

It was like music to his ears. Leo had wondered when he would hear the kind voice of his dear friend again. Excited, and ignoring the advice of his friends to flee, Leo turns around to see a girl.

She is quite short, with chocolaty dark skin and curly hair. She has bright golden eyes that hint at her real age, though no one would suspect her of it.

Leo can’t stop himself from smiling, and he holds his arms out again for a hug.

Running towards him at full speed, instead of a hug, Hazel Levesque, with all of her might, punches Leo square in the face.

Rules - Gabriel Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

For my dear @arlaina28 - the only thing missing is the big confession buuuuut I don’t think one is needed if you know what I mean! ;)

Words: 4,160
Warnings: NSFW, smut, Porn with just a bit of plot


You shouldn’t look at him the way you do, but Gabriel Reyes was hard not to look at. His presence demanded attention, probably not the kind you were giving, but here you were staring again.

He was so handsome and strong. His voice alone made you tremble with excitement. Love or lust? You weren’t sure, but one thing was certain: he did not feel the same way – there was no way he ever could. First, you were his subordinate and secondly, it just broke so many rules. Albeit, rules you were willing to break, but Gabe did things by the book… at least you thought he did.

“Agent, you still with us?” you heard someone ask. It sounded as though it was coming from a distance, but you were looking at the source.

Shit. He had caught you staring.

He smiled at you and you just about melted. “Something on my face?” he asked teasingly.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I've been kind of stalking your blog for like an hour now and I just really wanted to request a headcanon if that's alright! Could I request like the RFA+Saeran teaching MC how to drive? Thank you!! 💝

Haha, thank you! And yes, of course. Hope you like these! 


Zen:

  • He offers his car to learn on
  • He still drives stick shift
  • He takes you around his neighborhood
  • Really good at giving directions and explaining things
  • To keep things interesting, he’ll sometimes instruct you with different voices
  • He’ll act like different characters too sometimes
  • When he’s showing you how to change gears, he keeps his hand on top of yours
  • Really just an excuse to hold your hand
  • This guy is the best teacher for parking
  • He can literally park anywhere
  • When you’re learning parallel parking, he will get out of the car and be the cone himself
  • “Don’t run over this pretty face,” he would tease
  • It came close a few times though
  • Dangerously close

Yoosung:

  • He’s really good at explaining driving in theory
  • But he tends to mix things up practically
  • “Okay, MC, turn left.”
  • “No! Wait sorry! Go back into the right hand lane! NO!”
  • He’s super protective of you while driving though
  • He’ll tell you you’re going too fast when you’re literally going 5mph
  • You guys got lost a few times because he kept spacing out
  • “Yoosung, where do I turn?”
  • Turns out it was three blocks ago
  • “You’re such a good driver, I got relaxed!”
  • He’s really bad at parking though
  • So you’ll try three times and still be crooked and he just shrugs

Jaehee:

  • Worst. Passenger. Ever.
  • She’s freaking out before you even leave the parking lot
  • Also the type of person to slam on invisible breaks when she thinks you’re too close to something
  • Once she’s a bit calmer, she’ll be really good at giving instructions
  • Still calls out red lights from like a mile away
  • “Jaehee, it’s going to turn green by the time we get there!”
  • She really wants you to be an excellent driver
  • So, she’ll bring a ruler along to make sure you’re exactly six inches from the curb
  • Even though she’s antsy, she’s always willing to come with you to practice

Jumin:

  • Ha…hahaha
  • Driver Kim teaches you
  • Jumin is in the backseat for support though

Seven:

  • He’ll offer one of his babies for you to practice on
  • But you notice he doesn’t offer certain cars…you don’t blame him
  • He’ll always end up taking you to an empty parking lot late at night like you driving is the most illegal thing
  • You think he would be chill, but he’s a really panicky passenger
  • He’s so used to driving himself, it’s hard to get used to
  • He builds you a driving course with various obstacles after awhile, so you can practice
  • There’s cardboard pedestrians that pop up (with his face on them)
  • Like Jaehee, he’s super OCD about parking
  • By the time you’re done, you can practically park anywhere
  • To celebrate you getting your license, he builds you a GPS with his voice
  • “Seven Zero Seven, guiding your way…to my heart.”
  • It’s sweet...but it gives crap directions

Saeran:

  • “So, Saeran, am I doing this right?”
  • “Huh? Oh, I don’t know. I never learned how to drive.”
  • “What?! Then why did you agree to do this?” 

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tutoring sessions ↬ p.p

prompt: can I get an imagine where the reader needs a tutor for math so MJ volunteers Peter (knowing that Peter likes the reader)?! THNX SO MUCH

warnings: fluff?

notes: this was one of my first requests and i find it so cute, thank you so much to the anon who requested this! there will most likely be a part two if it’s wanted enough. oh, god, i hope you like this.


Hands tangled in your hair, your fingers kneading into your skull, massaging the aching headache away before it even fully approaches; you’re stressed and a heavy sigh falls from your lips, a mixture of tired and boredom dragged into it in one simple breath.

You’re staring–staring, staring, staring–continuously at the pages and equations that are laid out in front of you on the work desk, and it all seems like jumbled garbage, the numbers making loops in your brain before they leave out through the other ear, leaving you no more educated or enlightened than previously. Your focus and frustration, both overpowering any trace of relief or happiness in your body at the moment, are concentrated into your pencil as it practically cuts into your notebook paper hard, making useless chicken scratch as you hold back the urge to let out a purely horrific scream of agony. You were ready to wave your white flag, and your tutor hadn’t even arrived yet.

You had been waiting in the music room for about twenty minutes, trying to do some of your AP Calculus work on your own, but quite obviously it was to no avail. Michelle, or MJ, told you that she’d meet you in here since it was quiet and she could properly teach you how to correctly calculate everything in time for the make-up exam you had to take in a few days time so that you could keep your 4.0 GPA and your spot in an advanced class. MJ seemed like a reliable person you could depend on, and so the fact that she still wasn’t here to help you with something you so desperately needed help with, was disappointing, and not to mention: a gigantic waste of your time.

The clock ticks, almost as if it’s mocking you, and you wonder if your Mom will kill you for making her wait outside in her car for as long as you did. The rustle of papers and the door being opened catches your attention, however, and you crane your neck to see who had walked in.

“Peter?” You’re confused, and the sight of him carrying a stack of textbooks with a pencil hanging out of his mouth doesn’t make the situation any better. “I thought MJ was going to…”

Peter walks over and places his things on a plastic chair before sitting next to you, taking the pencil out of his mouth to smile shyly, refusing to meet your eyes. “MJ told me that you, uh, needed help with Mrs. Garderner’s class and I’m getting all A’s in that class, so she figured that I could tutor you. If that’s okay.”

Your eyebrows knitted together as you thought of MJ. Her grades were just as good as Peter’s, and you and her talked more often–so, why would she randomly ditch and send Peter in her place? You’re not bothered or annoyed, considering that Peter was rather sweet to you and could take up interesting conversation when he was feeling less nervous, but you just didn’t get it.

What was MJ up to?

“Yeah, of course it’s okay,” you answer him as he takes out his notes and just stares at them in his lap, tapping his pencil against his jeans. “I just need this session to finish up early, because I told my mom last minute and she’s in the car waiting.”

“Oh, we could reschedule if you want. I wouldn’t want to keep you or your mom waiting,” he says and he finally looks up to meet your gaze. You grin at him to ease him up, and chuckle when he blushes. “I’m sorry about being late, by the way. I usually get out at 2:45 sharp and MJ told me literally as I ran out the door.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just text my mom and tell her that I’m running a lot later than I thought,” you inform him, taking out your phone to do just that and you glance at him, his hand nervously brushing a lock of wavy brown hair out of his eyes. “My make-up test is in a couple days, so I need to be tutored everyday until then. I told all of this to MJ, but I’m not sure if she told any of this to you.”

“No, she didn’t. But that’s okay, I’m sure I can squeeze you into my schedule,” Peter says playfully, and you laugh and raise an eyebrow.

“Wow, you’re getting cockier by the minute, Peter Parker. I don’t know if I want to actually go through with this tutoring deal now.”

“No! I mean, I was joking, [Y/N], I wasn’t trying to be arrogant or anything–”

“Peter, Peter,” you interrupt, cutting him off, “I know. Come on, chill. I’m as calm as they come.” You wink at him before giggling. “And don’t bring up that time I threw up during our field trip last month where I was super nervous, because I know you were there and by that amused look on your face, I can tell you know what I’m talking about. If you make fun of me, I really don’t think I can go through with us.”

“Us?” Peter asks absentmindedly as he opens up the right textbook after closing up the wrong one. He wonders if you notice how fast his heart is beating. The close proximity between you makes electricity run through his entire body and he finds himself tapping away his adrenaline via foot-against-tile to get rid of it.

“Yes, us,” you repeat, “I’m pretty sure we’re going to be best friends after these tutoring sessions. I could give Ned a run for his money.”

Peter chuckles. “Oh, I don’t know, Ned is pretty competitive.”

“I guess we’ll have to see if I ace this test first,” you shrug, tucking a piece of hair back behind you ear, turning towards your work so you can actually learn something with Peter here, and because of this you fail to notice him biting his lip as he admires you.

He wants to tell you how beautiful you look right now, and how fluttery you makes his heart in a way no one else can, and how much he hates MJ for doing this to him when she knows every single detail about how he feels about you–but at the same time, he’s so incredibly thankful because he could’ve never volunteered without a little push. And at this point, he’s staring, hopelessly staring, and he’s marking down the slope of your nose and the way you’re currently sticking the tip of your tongue out in concentration whilst writing down copies of his notes. He can’t help it, he can’t help but do his absolute best to refrain from bursting at the seams just so he won’t blow his cover and mess things up with you, and he finally looks away to get his mind off of you and onto what he’s here for: math.

He’s just your tutor, your friend who’s here to help, and he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly acting like this. God, he thinks, Spider-Man would handle this situation so much better than Peter Parker right now; and he’s so focused on not focusing on you, that he doesn’t even realize the look in your eyes as you turn to look at him.

“Are you okay, Pete?” you ask, and you take notice of the fact that he hasn’t said anything in the past five minutes. “Ready to get to work?”

He nods, and apologizes of course, because he’s Peter Parker and that’s his thing, and he steals a glimpse of you one more time, wishing he had Karen from his suit to give him the motivation to say how he feels about you. But he doesn’t, so he can’t. And so, instead, what he says in the end is just this:

“Yeah, let’s get to work.”

Boyfriend!Kang Daniel

Originally posted by predebutdaniel

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  • Hoodies
  • Late night tired talks
  • He pouts when he’s tired and it’s probably the cutest thing you’ve seen
  • Long drawn out “uh”s because he can’t think of what to say
  • Movie marathons
  • Late night calls
  • Late night anything really
  • Late at night he either sounds high or he’s practically a walking corpse
  • Hugs omg
  • He likes to keep his head in the crook of neck
  • Pet his hair plz
  • He’s just really soft and needs affection
  • He wraps himself up in blankets and he’s just so content
  • Like the world could be burning but he has blankets around him so he’s okay
  • Similar to our boy Ong he’s a meme
  • You, him and Ong have a group chat and it’s the worst thing
  • “If I say that I feel nothing does that mean that I feel that I feel nothing?”
  • (I got that from an exosexo video btw-Bbi)
  • “Are you high”
  • Ong tells you about the dumb shit Daniel does and vice Versa

Smut-ish Part

  • This is where he takes control
  • I feel that he’s controlling in bed most of the time
  • Restraints
  • His lips are usually bruised by the time you’re finished kissing
  • Marking
  • He really likes for you to touch his hair idk
  • Hair pulling is his thing like he loves it
  • Orgasm denial
  • “Beg for it”
  • He’s extremely touchy like he’ll run his hands everywhere he can reach
  • Quickies
  • He’s more into teasing you the entire time
  • Shower sex
  • Wall sex
  • Anywhere he can be in you fast is good
  • Usually, has you seeing stars even if it is just a quickie
  • He’s really caring afterward asking if you need anything
  • He’ll throw the blankets over you
  • He traces over the marks he left on you and smile

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Jealousy Headcanons!

A/n: I am basically writing them to try and get back into the swing of writing and 2) to cheer up @heelcharlie

Tag Squad: 

@rolivia-fin @wrestlewriting @thedeboniardevistation @freekmode@dorkyvillian @ashleymarie2021 @ridingmoxely @wrasslesmut @superrezzy00 @nickysmum1909 @crossfitjesusinskinnyjeans @princess3733 @alexahood21 @kiwisarah @wrestlingbabe @leelakoiwolff @foreverwwefan @shelaughssheloves @wrestlingnoob @lavitabella87 @unstabledirtydeeds @heelturn-timesten @theelitevillian

Baron Corbin:

Originally posted by baellinswithstyles

  • Baron does not like being jealous.
  • But he gets jealous all the time. 
  • Main reason is because he knows that you are an angel to him and he knows that he is abrasive and harsh sometimes. 
  • When he’s jealous, he gets defensive fast. 
  • He’ll wrap an arm around you and glare at the man across from him, making sure to stand straight so he can tell how tall he really is. 
  • If the man doesn’t run away immediately, Baron will start to get between you two, growling. 
  • He has actually gotten into physical fights because men were just flirting with you. 
  • When he’s jealous, there are only two types of sex that follow him being jealous. 
  • Most people would guess it would always be super rough, which is one type of the sex.
  • But 40% of the time, it’s him totally worshiping you and saying that he loves you so much. 
  • The first time he ever said ‘I love you’ was when he was jealous and you two were having the slow, loving sex. 

Adam Cole:

Originally posted by kud-lucas

  • Adam doesn’t get aggressive, he gets possessive. 
  • He will hold onto you and glare, he won’t ever yell.
  • The only time Adam will yell and actually get aggressive is when the person actually tries to touch you. 
  • Other than that, he is pretty calm. 
  • Adam doesn’t like it when you flirt back, though. That really gets him.
  • You don’t every mean to flirt back, but he hates when other men make you laugh or smile, that’s something only he is allowed to do. 
  • Once whatever person is flirting with you leaves, Adam gets kinda clingy. He likes to hold onto you, mumbling how much he loves you. 
  • Sex is usually pretty standard, but he always likes to make sure that you scream louder than usual. 
  • Also, he needs you to constantly talk about how you are his and only his. 
  • Then, after, he usually likes to make you laugh and smile, just so he can see that thing he loves so much. 

Roman Reigns: 

Originally posted by ohitsreigns

  • I’m sorry my friends, but Roman isn’t a person that would get super jealous. 
  • He knows that no man could compare to him. 
  • Roman knows that he is the only man for you. 
  • If a man does try and flirt with you, he will be pretty calm.
  • Also, Roman loves laughing at dudes that are trying to flirt with you. 
  • After they leave you alone, you’ll turn around and just rip the poor dude apart. 
  • Sex after though, is WILD.
  • He loves to totally tease the f u c k out of you. 
  • He’ll make you sit in his lap and just beg him for something. 
  • That’s how he takes his “jealousy” out, by making you all flustered and then just doming you until you can’t walk for a few hours. 

A/N: Guys, feel free to add whatever person you want!

Dances With Wolves Pt.5 (Richie Tozier/Reader)

Originally posted by shesaidgazebos

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 

(A/N: This ain’t no rock fight like the gif implies but it’s the best i could find. This one is long as hell and as always sorry if it’s poopy garbage.)

Summary: After a lukewarm welcome from the Losers Club the reader decides to spend her Saturday alone, only to realize that being alone isn’t exactly the best idea when a guy like Henry Bowers wants you dead.

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AU

Izuocha AU where Izuku has a flower shop and Uraraka is a gardener who sells him some plants.
They become friends fast because they are super easygoing.
Izuku likes her first because she reminds him of a sunflower: strong, beautiful and bright. Uraraka starts to like him because he’s a super hard working guy, AND the kindest boy ever.
When the day is over, Uraraka usually goes to the flower shop to ask how the day went, and also see if her plant-babies are okay (SeeingIzukuIsObviouslyABonusOfCourse) While sharing tea.
One day Uraraka gaines confidence and tells Izuku she likes him. He gets really nervous and red, and doesn’t say anything, what makes Uraraka feel super embarrased and make her run away.

The next day, she doesn’t want to go to the shop, but hey, it’s her job. She is getting paid with a month of anticipation, and… She really likes Izuku after all.
When she gets there, she delivers everything HELLA FAST, screaming something like “HEY DEKU HOW ARE YOU NICE TO SEE YOU GOTTA GO BYE” and gets out of the shop as fast as she can.
She feels someone running at her and grabbing her arm, while saying"PLEASE, WAIT"

It’s Deku.

He has a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

He’s wearing a dirty yellow apron, and green globes, too.
He’s sweating. It could be because of how fast he ran, but he seems pretty nervous.
He doesn’t say anything, but gives her the bouquete, while blushing hard.

“You grew on me, too” Izuku shyly says.

Uraraka laughs.

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lol so I’ve finalyl released my designs for the next gen. I hope they’re nice to look at v///v; Reblog to support me if you’d like. I just want to know if they are cool lmfaooooo XD; Click on the pictures to expand them and read a little more info. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST-REBLOG INSTEAD!! :)  

I like theseeeee so much x////x; I would love to see them drawn in others’ styles. vuv~ 

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Hex-  Nathan West.
Height: 5 ft 1 in.
Age: 15

The Love Child of Kid Flash and Jinx-He is a constant reminder that redemption of evil is possible. His mother being an ex-villain gives him lots of insights on how the criminal mind works. He may look like his mother, but he mostly acts like his father. He is fairly confident and has a bright disposition and positive outlook on life. His superpowers include flashes of light and beams of energy like his mother, but sometimes he can run really fast like his father in very short bursts. He cannot sustain that running skill for very long. He can transform into flashes of light if he runs really fast. His favorite color is pink and will always tell you that it is a manly color.

Agent- Samson Stone.
Height: 6 ft 0 in.
Age: 16

Samson is an adopted son to Cyborg. Cyborg could not have children, but decided to adopt Samson after deeply connecting with him after a mission. Samson is very level-headed and mellow. He is very much like a gentle giant. He enjoys technology and music and frequently has earbuds in his ears. He is fully human-but wears a tech suit his Father and him have built. His arms have the classic Sonic canon that cyborg wields-But also can push out blades from the side for slashing. His censor is built into his visor-He can read heat signatures and pull up GPS in front of his eyes. Samson has a habit of saying “booyah!” He enjoys children and loves to play videogames. He can fly with jets and he builds robots in his spare time.

Starshine- Kara Grayson.
Height: 5 ft 6 in.
Age: 19

The team leader, she has a level-head and speaks eloquently. Inheriting her father’s leadership skills, and her mother’s cheerful disposition, Starshine is the most compassionate of the group. Starshine makes hard decisions at times, which her teammates respect her for. She has super agility and has all the powers her mother had before her-and she absolutely loves visits home to planet Tamaran. She talks like a normal, average earth teen, unlike her mother, and is the only other person besides Starfire to see her father’s face without his mask. She is good at keeping secrets and her teammates often confide in her.

Beastia- Rora Logan.
Height: 5 ft. 3 in.
Age: 17

The first child to Beastboy and Raven, Beastia had a dramatic first encounter in the world. She takes after her father the most, and uses her powers to shapeshift into shadows and animals alike, sometimes morphing into a combination of the two. She can shadow jump from shadow to shadow and phase through objects. She doesn’t have much skill in telekinesis like her mother or brother, nor can she fly unless she is transformed into an animal that can achieve flight. Beastia has minor healing abilities and some foresight into the future. She is mostly withdrawn, and is very hard on herself unfortunately. She enjoys being support, and doesn’t like the limelight or being a leader. She deeply loves her family.

Entity- Galen Logan.
Height: 5 ft. 0 in.
Age: 15

Entity is the second child born to Beastboy and Raven, and is much more powerful than his older sister. He can shapeshift, but he chooses to mostly use magic. He does not have healing abilities, but can fly and teleport and shadow jump. However, his morphing abilities do not stop there. He can immitate voices and people and can even transform into different people with a combination of magic and his shapeshifting for a short amount of time. He is very strong but weak to peer pressure and temptation. He is the most emotional of the group and can have a hot head. He enjoys videogames and plays them often with Agent. He doesn’t understand sarcasm and it goes right over his head. Entity likes to improve his magic and will get stronger by any means…

Routine Part One (Lin x Fem!Reader)

I AM SO SORRY. I would’ve had this out earlier, but I went on a band trip to Disney World. I thought I would have this done before I left but I wasn’t satisfied with it.

YAY!! MY FIRST CAST FIC!!! Also, just saying this now, I am a sucker for young Lin. Like it’s a big problem.

This is going to be a multiple part thing, so be ready for that. I really hope you guys enjoy this, love you!!

Prompt List//Request Something//Masterlist

(Part Two)(Part Three)(Part Four)

requested: no

Prompts used:

150) It is too early for you to be this loud.

Summary: Reader and Lin have the same routine every day. Go to school, bicker all throughout 1st period, ignore each other for the rest of the day until seventh period where they bicker again, repeat. This keeps happening until one day they have to work together to save the arts program at their school. Their routine is very different after that.

Warnings: high school bullies, teen!lin being a jerk, reader being a jerk, just everyone being a jerk

Words: 1553


Originally posted by purelintrash

You walk into your first period class on a Monday morning during your senior year with a coffee in hand, which is the only thing keeping you from keeling over from exhaustion. You say hello to your English teacher, and sit in the back row like you do everyday. 

You grab your books out of your backpack and lay your head down on the desk, like you did every morning.

And just like every morning. Lin came in singing Les Mis at the top of his lungs which makes the girls in your class swoon. Once upon a time, hearing him sing would have made you do the same thing, but now all it makes you want to do is barf.

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Through the window

sincerely three HC trying to sneak into your house through your window and how the night is spent


Evan:

  • first time you asked him to come over at night he almost  tried to knock on the front door.
  • n e r v o u s
  • ”What if your parents see me” ”What if you’re naked” What if…..”
  • soon gets really good
  • always comes in flustered
  • always came over to “study’” but both of you would get sidetracked
  • he would listen to you ramble for hours before you two realized the sun came up
  • i bet evan is really good at making you get sleepy. When he realizes how late it got he can easily just start rubbing your back and running his fingers through your hair just right and you are fast asleep.
  • he would never tell you but he loves watching you sleep?
  • he has a bunch of pictures of you sleeping on his phone so calm and cute
  • little does he know you also have many pics of him sleeping




Jared:

  •  he would just come over without asking, after school, before school, 3 am you guys would spend anytime you could together.
  • would come over  some nights when he would be lil horny
  • he didn’t always come for a booty call//
  • would defiantly come to just watch Netflix
  • if yall did the nasty he gets off HARD on the possibility of one of your family members coming in,
  • always brings snacks.I feel like you guys would have a specific emoji to ask each other to come over
  • you are on the second floor so its hard for him to climb but he loves you and keeps doing it
  • somehow manages to leave an article of clothing every time he has his own laundry pile

Connor:

  • a PRO
  • honestly so stealthy and knows how to not leave a trace
  • he always makes sure you are ok with him coming over bc one time you were not home and your dog went NUTS.
  • you guys would mainly spend your times showing each other new music you found and little things that reminded you of another.
  • you would read to him aLL the TIMe
  • he would come over to get away from his house and he loved the smell of you’re room
  • he wouldn’t get much sleep when he was home but he would knock out in your arms.
  • most days he’s big spoon but he loves it when he’s little spoon and you read to him.



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anonymous asked:

hey there! can I ask a josh dun imagine where the reader is his girlfriend and she's at tøp concert and suddenly she sees her mother's ex husband that used to abuse her in a very violent way and she starts having anxiety but she wants to see the end of the concert but then when she's in the backstage she has a massive panic attack and josh comforts her and they talk about it? thanksss

JOSH DUN ONE SHOT

trigger warning: abuse 

“You sure you don’t mind being in the crowd tonight?” Josh asks.  “You can come backstage if you want.  I’ll put up a stink for you.”

“No,” you say, laughing and feeling genuinely flattered by his offer, “It’ll be cool in the crowd, I’ll get to watch the show properly for once.”

He nods, but eyes you carefully, you can tell he still isn’t convinced.

“I promise it’s fine babe,” you say, standing on your tip-toes and giving Josh a peck on the lips.

The particular venue you were at tonight was picky about who they let backstage.  Apparently there wasn’t a lot of room or something, so they tried to keep it security and ‘authorized personnel’ only.  You were okay with it though.  

“Besides,” you tell him, taking a step back, “Jenna will be with me.  It’ll be all good.”

Josh makes a pouty face, “It’ll be weird not having you right there.”

“I’ll still be watching though,” you smile up at him.  “I’ll just be adding to the cheers out there.”

He steps closer and wraps his arms around you, completely engulfing you in a bear hug.  You hug him back, inhaling his sweet scent and rubbing his back.

“Alright, well I’ll see you after then?” he asks, stepping away.

You nod, “You got it, love you.”

“Love you,” he says, waving before turning around and jogging to meet up with Tyler.

“There you are,” Jenna says, approaching you just as Josh is out of sight. “I think Chef’s will be going on pretty soon,” she says while checking the time on her phone.  

You nod, “We have actual seats, right?”

“Yeah, just have to find out where..” her voice trails off as she stands on her toes, scanning the venue.

“It’s so much more intimidating being in the crowd, as opposed to looking at it,” you say quietly.  You had a hold on the back of Jenna’s shirt as she pushed through the crowd of people.  You kept your head down, letting her lead the way.  Big crowds were definitely not your forte.

When you’ve finally found your seats, you let out a sigh of relief.  

“So how come,” You say while Jenna is tying her sweatshirt around her waist, “Mark can stay backstage, but we, the girlfriends, have to evacuate?”

Jenna laughs, “I call bullshit, personally.”

“I agree.”

“This isn’t so bad though,” she says taking a seat next to you and taking a deep breath.  “It’ll be kind of cool seeing everything from back here.”

You nod, crossing your arms and turning your head around, scoping out the venue.  “Yeah, this’ll be cool,” you agree.

The show goes fast.  Faster than normal.  And it’s way more exciting experiencing the show as a fan, rather than a ‘authorized personnel’ in the back.  You have an awesome view of everything.  The lights, the lasers, the boys.  You and Jenna dance like idiots and cheer along with everyone else.  It’s actually fun.

“I need some water, I think,” you yell at her, exhausted and dehydrating after belting the lyrics to ‘Ride’ out a little too intensely.  The boys were well over halfway through the set, but you weren’t sure you’d make it to the end.  

Jenna nods back, “Want me to come with you?” she yells back.

You shake your head, “I’ll be fine, want anything?”

“Can you grab me a water too?”

You nod, collecting your purse and sliding out of the aisle.  

It was refreshing getting out of the venue and out into the open.  This part of the arena was a lot more scarce than inside.  There were a few people in line for merch but you were pleased when you saw there was no line for beverages.  

You ordered two waters, and while waiting, looked around, truly scoping everything out.  You thought you could get used to this.  Maybe you and Jenna was opt for seats rather than backstage.  Rocking out every night, being able to freely walk around in the open when you needed fresh air.  What a life.  You chuckled to yourself.  You paid for the waters and thanked the employee, slowly making your way back towards Jenna.  You hoped you could find your seats alright-

You’re cut off mid thought when something makes you stop dead in your tracks.  

Someone makes you stop dead in your tracks.

You’re frozen in place, your eyes wide, your heart immediately racing unbearably fast in your chest.  You can feel the condensation from the two waters in your hand dripping on your skin.  You grip tightly to the plastic, sure if you don’t that they’ll slip and fall from your grasp.  

The man is standing a couple of yards away.  His shoulders are broad and he’s dressed in dark pants and a yellow polo shirt.  He hasn’t noticed you yet.  You could probably slip by him inconspicuously.  

But you’ve forgotten how to walk.  You’ve forgotten how to do anything, really.  

You can’t feel your feet touching the pavement.  The cold water in your hand has made your skin numb.  That’s when you see a young girl, maybe fortune or fifteen, walk up to him.  She’s talking to him, asking him a question maybe.  You want to scream at her.  You want to tell her to run.  Run far, run fast.  Just get away from that monster.  No words come out.

You wonder briefly if he’s remarried, if he’s found another family with a young daughter that he can abuse.  

Part of you wants to run.  A big part of you, actually.  You think about dropping the waters and sprinting in the opposite direction, getting as far as you can away from the man.  But you take a deep breath, and you think of Josh performing.  You can’t just run.  As appealing as the idea sounds, you can’t just disappear.

So you grip the waters and you put your head down, and you make your way back to your seats.  Your heart stops the moment you walk by him, but he either doesn’t recognize you, or he doesn’t notice you, because you slip by without being stopped.  You sigh a breath of relief once you see Jenna, still jumping and dancing to the song being played.  

You hand her the water before taking your seat.  

You keep looking around, afraid that if you don’t keep your guard up, he’ll show up.  You anticipate him grabbing you, pulling you away from Jenna.   You scan the crowd, but with the amount of people here, it was impossible to pinpoint him.  

Jenna grabs your arm at one point, pulling you up to dance, but you jump, your eyes widening.  You pull your arm out of her grip harshly before realizing.  You shake your head in embarrassment, and nervously tuck your hair behind your ear.  Jenna gives you a concerned look, but doesn’t say anything.

You’re relieved when the show finally comes to a close.  

“Do you have everything?” Jenna asks, making one last sweep of our area.  You nod anxiously, wanting nothing more than to just get backstage and away from all these people.

“Hey,” she says, stopping you just as you’re turning around, “Are you okay?” she asks completely serious, “Ever since you got back with the waters, you’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

You nod nervously, “Yeah,” you lie, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Jenna doesn’t believe you, but she goes with it.  The two of you walk back towards the stage, flashing your badges at the security before climbing up the stairs to find the boys.  

Jenna runs up to Tyler the minute she sees him and jumps into his arms.

“You did so good, baby!” she says, smiling as he plants a kiss on her cheek.

Josh comes around the corner then with a towel in his hands, he’s wiping the sweat off his face, his eye’s still caked in red makeup.  You smile up at him, trying so desperately to calm yourself down, but your anxiety was starting to consume you.

Josh smiles back, and starts walking over.

“How’d you like the seats?” Tyler asks you and Jenna.

“They were cool, yeah?” Jenna says nudging you in the shoulder, you flinch again, only subtly this time though. “We had fun, right?”

You nod, giving Tyler and Josh your most enthusiastic and reassuring grin.  

But then you see a flash of bight yellow and your breath catches in your throat.  You briefly wonder how the hell he got backstage, but when you realize he’s not the only man around dressed in a similar outfit, you realize he must be part of the venue’s crew.  

His eyes land on you for the first time in eight years and you freeze, your own eyes widening.  And he smirks.  A menacing and crippling smile that sends shivers up your spine.  

And suddenly, you’re thirteen years old again, curled up in a ball in your bedroom.  You’re under the covers, hoping that if you just remain out of sight, he’ll leave you alone.  You fight the urge to sleep, knowing that you have to remain alert.  Not like staying awake does you much good.  

You can hear the doorknob jiggle.  You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that your mother will wake up.  The footsteps move closer.  You know what’s about to happen, so you close your eyes and soften your face, pretending to be sleeping peacefully.  Maybe he’ll leave you alone.  Maybe he won’t want to disturb you.

You feel the safety of the blanket be lifted off from you, the cool air hitting your exposed face.  You stay still, trying to keep your breathing even.  

You cringe once you feel his calloused hand touch your shoulder, shaking lightly.  He’s trying to stir you awake, and when you open your eyes, you’re so engulfed with fear that you can’t move.  You can’t say no.  So you try to shut it off, instead.  The feelings, the fear, you pretend it doesn’t exist.  You remain motionless, because he was going to get what he wanted sooner or later, and it was easier for you if you didn’t put up a fight.  

You remember the shame.  The embarrassment.  Always feeling so dirty.  You remember when you realized that you were the youngest of your friends to lose their virginity.  You remember feeling like a slut, used up and broken.  

All you know is you have to get out of here.  And fast.

The rest of your surroundings slowly start to come back into focus.  But the pressure on your chest was too much, you had to get out.  You push past Tyler, not explaining anything, not sure you could speak even if you wanted to, and start running.  

You don’t know your way around the venue at all, especially since you and Jenna hadn’t been there during the show.  But you follow what looks like a promising route until you see a couple of double doors titled ‘EXIT’.  You push through them and are greeted with a wave of cool, fresh air.  You fall to the ground then, clutching yourself around the middle.  You try to breathe, but it was all a too much.  Your breath is rapid, you’re hyperventilating, unable to get enough oxygen into your body.  Your head feels light and your head starts to spin.  Nothing makes sense.  Why would he be here?  Why would he smile at you?  You start heaving then, your body just too overwhelmed to do much of anything properly.  

And suddenly, a pair of hands are grabbing you.  

“No!” you yell, flailing your arms and trying to push him away.  You scream and kick and wiggle.  You always knew this day would happen.  You knew you’d never truly be safe from him.  

But these arms feel softer than what you remember, and they aren’t hurting you.  They’re wrapping around you, hugging you.  They’re safe.  Home.

“Shhh,” it’s Josh.  Murmuring softly in your ear.  “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he’s saying, gripping tightly and holding you firmly into his chest.  

You cry out in relief, falling limp and letting his grip support you.  

Once you’ve stopped flailing, he’s able to tighten his hold on you.  You all but collapse into him, exhausted and dizzy and still not able to breathe.  

“It’s okay-“ he repeats, he’s rocking with you on the ground, “It’s okay. Breathe.”

You try.  But your lungs just won’t cooperate.  

You start heaving again, croaking and desperate for air.  

Josh must sense that you’re about to pass out because he helps push you forward and ducks your head between your knees, rubbing your back soothingly.  

“Breathe, baby,” he pleads.  

You focus so hard on the feeling of his hands on your back, rubbing softly, leaving trails of sensation behind them.  You inhale sharply, gasping in and then exhale.  The air fills your lungs and your mind becomes slightly clearer.  You do it again, and again and again until they’ve evened out.  

“Josh-“ you croak out.  

“It’s okay” he whispers.  You sit up and fall into him.  He cradles your head against his chest, stroking your cheek.  

“I saw him,” you say, trying to explain.  But your words are choppy, there’s not enough oxygen to speak.  

“Who?” he asks.

“My stepdad,” you breathe as you close your eyes tightly, “he was here, at the show, he saw me.”

Josh stiffens.  The rocking stops.  

“What? Did he say anything to you? Where was he?”  he asks, you can tell he’s trying to remain calm for your sake.  You’re grateful.  

You shake your head against his chest, “No,” you breathe, “He worked here, he had one of those yellow shirts on.  We just stood there, staring.  I don’t know for how long.  I couldn’t move, Josh,” your voice breaks and Josh tightens his grip.

“You did good.  It’s okay,” he whispers into your hair.  

“I always knew I’d see him again,” you choke into his shirt.

“Shh, you’re safe.” He says, stroking up and down your arm carefully.  

Josh feels so helpless when you let out a heavy sob and started shaking violently, a puddle of tears.  He continues to hold on tightly, rocking, and just desperately trying to keep you from falling apart.  Your sobs take such a long time to subside, nothing he can do is enough.

You cling to his shirt, clawing at the fabric desperately.

He holds you and kisses the top of your head over and over, and he lets you know that you’re not alone.  Constantly murmuring “I’m here, I’m right here,” into your hair.  

The crying is minimized to choppy breathing, which slowly turns to soft, deep breathes. Your butt has completely gone numb from sitting on the pavement, so you’re grateful when Josh helps you to your feet.  

“Come on,” he whispers, guiding you to the tour bus which was parked just across the lot.  

You grip his arm tightly, unable to really feel the ground beneath you.  You’re sure you’re going to collapse, but Josh supports you the whole way, eventually just scooping your shaking body up in his arms and carrying you.  You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his soft shoulder.  

You walk by a very nervous looking Tyler and Jenna, but Josh doesn’t stop to explain.  He carries you all the way to the tour bus, lifting you up the stairs and back towards the bunks.  Josh pushes the curtain aside and helps you climb in.  You roll back towards the wall and panic slightly when you see him start to back away.

“Don’t go,” you say, and he freezes.  “Please.”

He nods and climbs into the small bunk.  You curl up tightly into his side, and let out a sigh.  

“I’m scared to let myself fall asleep,” you admit.  “I don’t want it to happen in my dreams.”

Josh nods starts rubbing up and down your arm softly.

“I’ll stay right here,” he whispers.  You’re grateful of his constant reassurance that you weren’t alone.  

“Okay,” you whisper back.  

Between the sound of his calming breath and the scent of his t-shirt, your mind is soon consumed with everything Josh.  It’s warm.  It’s gentle.  It’s safe.  You’re able to drift to sleep.

“I’ll always be here,” Josh says softly after a few minutes, but your breathing had finally steadied and the shaking had finally subsided.  Everything was far from okay, but you were finally at peace.

Guardian Angel - Part 6 - Jimin angst

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

Fuck check me out lads, 2 parts to this shit fest of a story in 2 days. this has never happened in the history of this blog lol sorry

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Jimin’s hands were trembling around the popcorn bucket and he knew that he probably should have followed you out of there to make sure his friend was okay. Jimin didn’t want to look at you, though. He didn’t want to look at you and see the hurt in your eyes because Jimin had chosen Mina and he didn’t mean to.

He didn’t fucking mean to.

Sighing for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Jimin raked his hands through his hair and sank his teeth into his bottom lip as hard as he could. The pain was fine, it was bearable; but Jimin didn’t know what you and Mina were discussing out there, or if Mina would tell you at all what had happened between them.

What then? What would Jimin actually do?

You would have evidence for him supposedly being in love with Mina and you would stay away from him for fear of getting in the way of the two of them.

This couldn’t have gotten more tits up even if Jimin had purposefully tried to ruin everything.

 

“Mina!” You called, jogging to catch up with your friend who was darting down the hallway between cinema rooms. “Mina, wait! What’s going on?”

You latched onto her arm, pulling her to a stop and she whirled to face you with glossy eyes.

“Y/N, leave me alone, please?” She whispered, lip trembling. You shook your head, moving your arm from it’s tenacious grip to rub up and down, soothing her.

“No way, not when you’re like this,” you insisted. “What’s up? Talk to me,”

She shook her head, laughing humorlessly and brushing some hair from her face.

“Honestly Y/N, it’s nothing. I just thought something wrong apparently, it’s on me.”

“But what did you think that’s wrong? I don’t understand,”

She breathed in deeply, shutting her eyes momentarily and then opening them to search your face.

“Jimin and I had sex.” she confessed and it was like a punch to your gut.

Jimin and Mina…? Mina and Jimin?

They… Slept together.

Honestly, of course they did. What did you expect, that all this time spent with him and all the cuddles, laughter and those little outings he insisted were dates actually meant something? Of course they didn’t. People like you didn’t get the guy; people as resplendent as Mina did, and even as she stared at you, waiting for your response, with her shiny eyes and pink nose - she was absolutely gorgeous.

“O-Oh, I see…”

“Are you mad?” she murmured, stepping closer to you.

“Mad?” you laughed, and even to you the noise was harsh and metallic. “Why would I be mad? You’re both consenting adults, right?”

“Well, I don’t know. I thought maybe… You might have liked him?”

“That doesn’t matter Mina, it’s none of my business who the two of you choose to sleep with.”

You were bitter; she told you she thought that you might have liked him and she still had sex with him anyway. You had thought your friendship was more sacred than that.

“Right, well…”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Mina, seriously, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You said, perhaps too sharply. “My feelings for Jimin don’t really matter anymore, do they?”

You were angry, certainly, but not at Mina. Not at your best friend, who hadn’t really done anything wrong. You were more angry at Jimin, who had disappointed you. Maybe you were being absurd and childish, but you had really thought that he liked you. He had paid so much attention to you and he was so… So sweet and charming with you. Obviously you were wrong.

“But Y/N-”

“I want to go home.” you whispered, crossing your arms tightly over your chest. “I’ll drive you home. Can you go and get Jimin?”

“Wait, no, Y/N we can talk about this, what do you mean your feelings for Jimin don’t matter anymore? You like him?”

“Mina-”

“Y/N please just tell me,” Mina said assertively.

Whilst the two of you were similar heights, you had never before felt that she was looking down on you as much as you did in that moment. She was glaring, with a glint of something you had never seen before. Was it anger? Sadness? Guilt? You weren’t even sure.

“I- Yes, fine, I really, really like Jimin. He makes me feel comfortable and he makes me feel special. He makes me feel like no other guy in the world will compare. We have so much in common that I keep wondering if we were literally designed for each other. He makes me feel safe and so, so fucking secure when he hugs me, and he holds me so close to his body that I can feel his heartbeat and swear it beats for me, because fuck it, my heart beats for him.” You were breathless, shoulders heaving as tears finally made their way to your eyes.

“But that doesn’t matter anymore, Mina.” You said, voice completely devoid of emotion. “Because you got him. You got the guy, and I can’t believe I ever thought I had a chance.”

You turned, aiming to leave the building and get some fresh air to try and calm down and then wait by your car for the two of them to come out too. You couldn’t help but latch your eyes onto the very defeated looking man standing barely a few feet away, his usually pristine hair flopping into his eyes and shoulders slumping forwards.

“I’ll be waiting by the car,” you said, addressing them both. An acidic feeling was rising in your oesophagus and you just wanted to leave the presence of both of them - they were looking at you, staring at you, and the weight of their gazes was too much for you to bear. “Come out whenever you’re ready and I’ll drive you both home.”

With that, you walked past them, dodging the hand that Jimin shot out to grab onto you. He choked out your name, the familiar crushing sensation in his heart suddenly dissipating.

Where had the pain gone? Where was his heart? He couldn’t feel it in his chest anymore.

“Jimin, I’m so sorry.” Mina whispered, tears dripping down her porcelain face. “I’ve ruined everything, I’m so sorry.”

Jimin shook his head, glancing at the girl before turning his body to go after you. “No you didn’t, Mina, I messed up. This is all my fault.”

Jimin ran after you, leaving Mina behind in his hurry to get to you. To explain, to apologise - just to do something to ease the hurt in your heart.

This was all his fault. This was his fault and he had no idea how he could fix any of this mess he had created.

“Y/N!” He called, jogging up to the car that you were leaning up against, tears still running down your face. “Y/N, please, let me explain-”

“It’s fine, Jimin, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

“No, but I really, really so, you don’t understand-”

“I understand better than you think I do, Jimin. I knew that you liked her anyway so this really isn’t that big of a deal-”

“Stop, can you just liste-”

“Don’t worry, I support you two. I hope that you’re happy togeth-”

“Y/N seriously let me-”

“You don’t have to-”

“Y/N FOR FUCKS SAKE LET ME TALK,” Jimin yelled, latching onto your upper arms so you had no choice but to look at him. The volume of his voice was enough to stun you into silence, and then your anger came back full force.

“No. Y’know what, fuck you Park Jimin. Fuck you. Do you get some kind of enjoyment out of playing with my feelings? You knew that I liked you and you slept with my best friend anyway. Is this some kind of cruel way to spite me? Have I pissed you off in some way because I didn’t take you for such a spiteful man.”

“Y/N, please, I’m so sorry. It happened a while ago and it was a mistake, I’d take it back if I could, please believe me.” He was crying at this point, but you refused to let your resolve weaken. He had hurt you and he was going to have to deal with that.

“I’m so fucking disappointed in you, Jimin. I really fucking like you, but now I’m not so sure. What, did you have sex with her and then come running to me? Was she not good enough? Did you think it would be a fun game to have us both and then tell all your friends about what a real man you are?”

Jimin swore he was going to die. His heart was beating way too hard and way too fast and he was legitimately concerned that it was going to rupture.

You were being completely unforgiving and Jimin didn’t know what to do.

“That’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. Y’know what, you can take yourself home. Tell Mina I’m sorry but I’m not hanging around here anymore.”

You shoved his hands off you, got into your car and tore out of the car park as fast as you could.

Despite all the hurt and anger you held in your body, the widening distance between the two of you tugged harshly on your heartstrings.

-

Jimin was a mess. You had found out about him and Mina two nights ago and Jimin had yet to contact you. His phone was completely silent, except for one or two panicked messages from Mina demanding to know what she could do to try and fix this.

Jimin hadn’t the heart to reply to her. At this point he wasn’t sure that he would be able to fix this at all.

He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to look at you again, and be horrifically reminded of the way you looked at him that night, eyes full of tears and burning with resentment.

He was wandering aimlessly around town, having just come out of work but not really feeling like going home. There was nothing to do there, and he couldn’t even sleep. Exhaustion was beginning to set into his bones but still he walked, crossing into an unfamiliar part of town. Jimin wasn’t worried though; he knew he’d be able to find his way home when he needed to.

He turned a corner, not really paying proper attention to his surroundings, and he accidentally launched himself into the body of another, the both of them going stumbling backwards. The other person cursed loudly, and Jimin reached his hands out automatically to pull them upright again.

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry,” Jimin started babbling, hoping that the slightly taller man wasn’t annoyed or anything. “I really wasn’t paying attention to where I was going at all, I’m sorry, my mind is everywhere-”

“Don’t worry about it!” He said, square grin immediately setting Jimin’s heart at ease. “You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, are you okay?”

Jimin blinked at him, almost stunned by the radiance of the man’s face, and then nodded. “Yeah, I made a really bad decision and fucked up everything.”

The man nodded seriously, as if he understood what had happened perfectly without needing to be told any more details.

“I get that, I do that on a daily basis. My grandma is reaching the end of her tether with me.” Despite the weight of his comment, his grin was like the sun, and Jimin found himself laughing with the stranger. “I’m Kim Taehyung, what’s your name?”

“My name is Jimin- uh, Park Jimin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jimin! Do you wanna walk and talk? I’m headed to the shop now to get some tea for my grandma, you can come with me and tell me all about this heavy decision.”

The offer, whilst perhaps unorthodox, was one Jimin couldn’t resist. He didn’t really have any proper friends outside of you and Mina other than Jungkook (who did nothing but hum at appropriate moments whenever Jimin was ranting about something) and Taehyung’s sunny disposition was already unravelling the tightly coiled stress in Jimin’s body. He found himself nodding without really thinking about it, and the two of them continued back the way Jimin had come to the small grocery store.

“Well go on, tell me. Is it family struggles? No, wait- it’s a girl isn’t it?” Taehyung took a basket from the front of the shop, tucking his arm through the handles and beginning to meander down the first aisle in the most relaxed fashion Jimin had ever seen someone shop in.

“How did you know?”

“I’m perceptive and you’re good looking, so I just assumed it was girl problems.”

“What if I was gay?”

“Trust me, I know who’s gay and who isn’t,” Taehyung said, his voice the most serious since Jimin had met him less than ten minutes ago and Jimin nearly laughed. “Tell me about this girl, then.” He picked up two bags of gummy bears, examining the two identical bags in detail before settling on the one in his left hand and dropping it into his basket.

“She’s- Well, she’s…”

Jimin wasn’t eloquent enough for this. How was he meant to describe you, your very essence, to someone who hadn’t met you? He didn’t think he could in this language. Perhaps in his own, but not this one.

“She’s the world.”

“That’s deep.”

“You have no idea.”

“Divulge, then.”

“It’s weird and you wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

Taehyung turned to face Jimin, scrutinising Jimin in a way that he hadn’t felt since he met The Ancients for the first time when he was sixteen. Taehyung was thoughtful, just staring at Jimin, but Jimin didn’t feel uncomfortable. He felt at ease, as if he could trust Taehyung with his very soul if he had to.

“Try me.”

-

“So, let me get this straight,” Taehyung said, popping a sour worm into his mouth and pulling until it snapped, head of the worm in his mouth and body in his hand. “You looked into this magical whirlpool of destiny or whatever, and saw the two of them together.”

“Yeah.”

“And you were immediately drawn to this Mina?”

“That’s right.”

“Did you look at Y/N at all? Like, at all, even for a second?”

Jimin furrowed his brows, thinking as hard as he could.

He couldn’t really… Remember…?

He told Taehyung so, who nodded and continued munching on his sour worm. He looked so deep in thought about this whole situation whilst eating a fucking sour worm, and honestly, Jimin wouldn’t have told him anything if he didn’t immediately trust Taehyung and his innocence.

“Okay… Have you apologised to Y/N yet? Explained?”

“Explained, like, all this? All the angel crap?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not allowed to tell her anything about this.” Jimin admitted, eating his own sugar coated jelly treat.

“Wait, what? Then why did you tell me?” Taehyung spluttered, sitting upright from his relaxed position on his sofa. “Oh fuck, are big, scary angel dudes gonna be after my hide now?”

“No, no, I’m allowed to tell people that aren’t affiliated with my charge, but that’s it. If you tell anybody, like Mina or Y/N or anybody that knows the two of them, we’ll both suffer the consequences.”

Taehyung looked very grave suddenly, before perking up and resuming his previous puppy personality.

“That’s fine, I have nobody to tell anyway!” He finished off the packet of gummies, screwing up the packet and shoving it into the plastic bag that the two of them were using as a bin for their junk food feast. “But why did you tell me at all? This is a big secret and we don’t even really know each other.”

Jimin shrugged. “I don’t know, I just trust you. My instincts are rarely wrong.”

“Except when it comes to something as huge as the actual reason for your existence.”

“That’s cold, bro.”

Taehyung just laughed, lounging back into the squashy sofa and lolling his head back to look at the ceiling. “Do you have wings?”

“What?” Jimin asked, having been too focused on reading all of the titles of the movies Taehyung had lined on the shelves of his room.

“Do you have wings? Like big ass angel wings. Are they white, like in all the films and shit? Is God real? Oh, shit, have you partied with Jesus?”

Jimin shook his head, standing from where he was squatting to get to the lower shelves, and laughed gently.

“Yeah, I have wings, but you just can’t see them right now, and yes, they’re white. Uh, God isn’t real in the sense that you’re thinking of God. He doesn’t have a physical form and only The Ancients can confer with him-”

“The Ancients being those guys that made you look into the magical whirlpool of destiny?”

“Yeah, those guys. And I haven’t partied with Jesus, no.”

“So Jesus is real?”

“Well, yeah, but he was just a guardian angel that had a serious problem with keeping it all a secret. He’s an Ancient now.”

Taehyung’s mouth was hanging wide open as he digested this new information. “I feel like I have all the answers to everything in the world ever.”

“Well, I mean, nobody will believe you.” Jimin said, shifting a cushion so he could sit down heavily next to Taehyung.

“Why should I believe you, then?”

Jimin was stumped. He hadn’t actually considered that Taehyung might not believe him. In all honesty, thinking about it, he was surprised that Taehyung hadn’t already called bullshit and told him to get out of his house and deal with his own problems. Maybe Taehyung would give him the contact details of the closest rehabilitation centre and tell him he was praying for his swift recovery.

“I can, uh, show you my wings? If you want?” A light blush dusted over Jimin’s cheeks at the idea. He had never shown his wings to anybody on Earth before, and suddenly he was nervous. What if Taehyung didn’t like them? Earning his wings had been the proudest moment of Jimin’s entire life but what if they were ugly in Taehyung’s eyes?

Despite only knowing him for a very brief amount of time, Jimin cared what he thought.

“Yes! Yes, please! I wanna see them, show me!” Taehyung was immediately upright, excited at the prospect. He tugged a cushion onto his lap, pressing it against his chest and biting his lip to try and hide the thrilled grin.

Jimin breathed in a deep breath to try and steel his nerves, then stood and moved to where there wasn’t a risk of damaging any of Taehyung’s furniture.

Then his breathing stopped, focusing on the sensation of the feathery appendages protruding from his back. There was a burning, piercing sensation in his shoulder blades and Jimin felt the skin of his back stretch and pull and only quickly remembered to pull his shirt off over his head to avoid ripping it and having to walk home in a tattered shirt later.

The feeling of his skin peeling apart along the already present exit wounds was one he wasn’t yet used to in its grimness, but he ignored that in favour of ensuring his wings would leave the cavity of his body and grow rapidly, unfurling and stretching out.

Like finally getting to scratch a lifelong itch, Jimin sighed in content and opened his wings out to their full span, flapping them just once, twice to stretch them properly. The billow almost upset his balance, and Taehyung’s hair was blown away from his face and causing him to flinch slightly, but his eyes were almost entirely round in shock and awe.

“Wow, they’re- Wow, I don’t know, fuck, oh my God?” Taehyung stuttered, hardly able to believe his eyes. “Wow…” He was unable to find any other word to say as he rose to his feet, hand tentatively outstretched. “M-May I…?”

Jimin nodded, and Taehyung immediately stroked his hand along the feathery plumage, sighing in awe.

“They’re soft!” He chirped, excited. His other hand joined the first, raking through Jimin’s wings - gently, as not to accidentally tug out any feathers - and then he, as carefully as possible, tugged on the end of his wing and pulled it outwards to stretch one of Jimin’s wings to it’s full span. “Jesus, they’re really huge too…”

“That’s what she said,” Jimin coughed, laughing when Taehyung immediately let go of the wing and it near enough snapped back to Jimin’s body, causing the unfamiliar weight to overbalance him and send him sailing into the sofa.

“That’s foul,” Taehyung wrinkled his nose, but his eyes were still focused on Jimin’s newly revealed secret. Then a devilish grin spread across his face and he was poking fun at Jimin. “They’re taller than you, look-”

A fist sank into Taehyung’s stomach, and he curled over, still managing to laugh through his wheezes.

“-Haven’t even know each other a full four hours and you’re already mocking me-!”

“-Ah! Hyung, get off! I’m delicate-!”

“-Delicate my ass! I could accidentally kill you with these things, do you get that-!”

“-Help! I’m being attacked by a giant chicken-!”

“-You fucking-!”

-

“Does it hurt to put them back in?” Taehyung asked, prodding the sensitive wound that was still sealing itself on Jimin’s back.

“Not really, not as much as it used to.”

Jimin’s hands were wrapped around a mug of tea - the tea that actually belonged to the elusive grandmother - and he was sitting on a stool at Taehyung’s kitchen island. His shirt was still off, allowing the curious boy to watch as his wings first shrunk in size and then retracted back into Jimin’s body. His eyes were alight with wonder as he watched the shapes move under Jimin’s skin and settle into place before the long, back-length, perfectly parallel incisions began to knit together.

“I almost feel like this is a really realistic dream, y’know.” Taehyung said, passing Jimin’s shirt to the owner when he had seen his fill of Jimin’s back.

“Funnily, this all feels like a very horrible nightmare.” Jimin commented dryly, pulling his shirt back over his head and reclaiming his tea.

“Ah, yeah, back to the matter at hand.” Taehyung nodded, back in serious mode as if what had just happened didn’t at all. “Like I asked, have you apologised to Y/N?”

“I have, but she didn’t really listen. She was too angry shouting at me.”

“Tough break. I recommend giving her time to cool down, to think rationally. She probably wasn’t thinking straight and was only saying stuff out of anger.”

“Well, yeah, probably, but I don’t wanna sit around waiting. I just wanna be with her.”

“If you don’t give her time to stew and be angry that it’ll come back and blow up ten times bigger than it already has.”

The kid’s right, Jimin.” Namjoon added. “Give her time to sort out her thoughts.

“I don’t think it can blow up any more than it already has, to be honest.”

“Trust me, it can always blow up more than it already has. Always.”

Jimin could have punched himself in the face at the fact that he shrugged off Taehyung’s surprisingly wise words. Barely even thirty minutes later, whilst Jimin and Taehyung had settled down on the sofa to watch one of his countless movies, Jimin’s phone was buzzing repeatedly against his thigh.

He let it ring until it fell silent, but not even ten seconds later it was buzzing again, this time with a series of panicked texts.

He huffed, pulling his phone from his pocket and unlocking his phone to check the string of messages he had received from none other than Mina.

He threw his phone onto the coffee table when he read them, launching himself upwards and stumbling around to find his jacket. Fuck he hadn’t brought his car how the fuck was he going to get there-

“Jimin! Jimin what’s going on?” Taehyung demanded, pausing the film as it’s intro started but Jimin only shook his head, shoving his feet into his shoes and tying the laces faster than he ever had before.

“No time, no time, Taehyung! We have to go! Come with me, can I borrow your car?”

Taehyung could only stare in bewilderment and Jimin stood up, racing towards the door and expecting the younger to follow. He picked up Jimin’s phone that he had left unlocked on the coffee table and his eyes scanned the screen quickly before his heart lurched and he too was sprinting out of the house, not even wearing any shoes in his urgency.

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Being a Non-Mutant and Dating Peter Maximoff Would Include...

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

•Peter doesn’t tell you immediately that he’s a mutant because at the time people still weren’t completely accepting of them. Sp Peter has to make up excuses for why he can get things done so quickly

-“How do you always get to school before me? I live closer than you!”
-“I ah… I’m just a really fast runner”

•Him eventually showing you once you become closer and you thinking it’s the coolest thing ever

-“You can run at the speed of light and you’ve just decided to tell me this now!”
-“I thought you’d be freaked out”
-“Are you kidding?! This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me”

•Becoming a couple shortly after you find out about his mutation

•Peter showing off his super doped as much as he possibly can

•Using Peter’s abilities to your advantage and having him take you places such as school and the mall

•Having to help Peter hide his powers from people

•Peter being extra protective of you because you don’t have powers to defend yourself like he does

•Peter’s mom appreciating having you around because you keep her son under control and make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble

•Worrying that you two won’t last because you’re not one of his kind. However the two of you manage to fight through this obstacle

•Keeping things a secret from your parents for awhile because you’re both scared about how they’ll react to you dating a mutant

•Peter cheating whenever you play video games together

•Peter using his speed to steal random kisses from him

•You always sticking up for mutants because since you’re obviously close with one you know that some of them are good people

•Having a long distance relationship with Peter when he first goes to the Xavier school. It’s sad that you don’t get to see him all the but you’re happy he’s found friends who are like him

•Charles eventually allowing you to stay at the school with Peter and you being one of the few non-mutants to live there

11 AM

Bucky x OC 

Notes: fluffy, silly, sweet, some swearing, mentions of anxiety. 

A/N: this was somehow inspired by the song Bright Eyes by Simon and Garfunkel. Dunno how. AND! First OC! Felt the need to switch it up a bit. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

His heart skips a beat, then another, as it always does when he sees her. It’s not a coincidence, not at all. He makes sure he’s there every Saturday, 11 AM, at the same spot at the same park. It’s easy enough, he just took it up in his routine to run around the park about twenty times, leaving his apartment around 10, walk across town -all of town- and get up a good sweat. She seems as meticulous about her routine as he is; she always jogs right past him at 11 AM on the dot, rain or shine. At that time Bucky’s always at one of the park benches, pretending to take a break to stretch. But the moment she passes him by, he waits a few more seconds and takes off again, following her path. He’s done this for about three weeks now, ever since he decided he wanted some different scenery from the route he used to run. The first time he saw her he felt like his heart was going to give out, his lungs didn’t seem to have the capacity to hold oxygen for him. He followed her without really noticing, and before he knew it she’d stopped and made ready to leave. He had just enough of his resolve left to not follow her straight home and snapped out of it at the entrance of the park.

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lilysflowershop  asked:

Ayyy yoooo, it's Lily coming at you with a request! *finger guns awkwardly* So hun , I love your blog as you know and I'm here for some fluffy times. Literally, because could I please have some headcanons on the bots discovering that their human s/o can turn into a cat anytime they want?? I'm gonna go with Transformers Prime - Optimus, Smokescreen, Bumblebee, Bulkhead and Ratchet. Thank you so much, you rock my socks!

Eyyyyyy! Lily! *returns awkward finger guns* Fluff is the best! Definitely my favorite thing to write. No, my dude. You. Rock. Mine.

Optimus Prime

-He doesn’t believe you. He thinks you’re playing a joke on him. He’s had many people try to draw out unprime-like reactions from him, before, but this was a bizarre way of doing it.

-When you assure him there’s no BS involved, he’s curious. He didn’t know humans could do that. Oh, it’s just you? Okay.

-You show him, and he’s astonished. Look at you! How pretty! May he touch? He can.

-You’re so soft, and he loves it. 

-He pets you, when you’ll let him. He’ll go for hours, stroking your fur, and staring off into space.

Smokescreen

-No way, that’s wicked cool, S/O!

-What’s a cat?

-You show him, and he can barely contain himself. You’re almost like a transformer!

-Can all humans do this? Can Raf, Miko, and Jack? Why didn’t jack tell him? Why don’t they do it in the movies? Can I touch you? Does it hurt when you change? Are you forced to change when exposed to the light of the full moon?

-He pets you, and falls in love with you all over again. Why didn’t you tell him sooner?

-He’s obsessed with this “alt mode” you have, and asks to see it all the time.

Bumblebee

-He laughs. Good one, S/O! He doesn’t believe you

-You show him, and he whirrs in awe. You’re even smaller than before! 

-Can run fast, like other cats? Really fast?

-He can’t stop touching your fur. It’s…so…soft…

-C U D D L E S

Bulkhead

-Uh. What?

-He’s confused. He’s pretty sure humans don’t have alt modes. In fact, he’s positive.

-You show him, and he’s enchanted. Wow, look how beautiful you are!

-He doesn’t pet you, but you rub against him. You’re a plush doll, he swears.

-He won’t come out and ask you to change, but he does like it when you do.

Ratchet

-He calls bull. No way. He doesn’t believe it for a second. You’ll have to show him.

-Humans are strange. He’s done. Homosapiens are not worth this crap.

-Alright, fine. You’re a cat human hybrid. Good for you.

-If you rub against him in any way, he’d pat you softly. “Yes, yes. You’re very soft,” he’d mumble

-S/O, get off Ratchet’s keyboard

-NOW

Ive been reading a lot of stories about people meeting their favorite celebrity or something and then going on to have some insightful conversation with them…but like how?

An attractive guy or girl smiles and me and I retreat in the opposite direction. Like no.

When I was like 16, I went to this Native American festival and one of the guys involved in the dance kept smiling at me the entire time and I was fucking smitten. So the announcer dude said that they could choose a person in the crowd to get up and learn the dance. Guy comes right for me and me being me, I book it in the opposite direction towards the bathrooms. My parents said he was actually really upset and like to remind me that the guy could be my husband today if i hadn’t been a wimp.

So how do people have a conversation with celebs/people that inspire them? I don’t get it. If any of my favorite celebrities even glanced at me, I’d run away as fast as possible.

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babysitter!got7;

Originally posted by marktuon

here’s the babysitter au we all needed :)

jaebum

  • so got7, in this au, is not a group but a babysitting company
  • it was started when these seven friends realized they needed hella cash in high school and were average with children
  • it was literally jaebum going “do you guys wanna start a babysitting thing? like for money?” and they were all like “yeah sure why not”
  • jaebum is the kind of babysitter that you look at and you’re not really sure if he’s a babysitter or if he just bench presses the kids
  • but really he seems really stern and kinda scary to the kids at first but that’s bc he’s trying to seem responsible to the parents
  • as soon as the parents leave however, jaebum and one of the kids have a staring contest and as soon as she blinks a smile breaks out on his face and he’s like “you blinked! you have to help me make the cookies now”

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