honestly I forgot what was the deal with having his fingers up there all the time

BTS’s reaction to you starting a diet:

Jin: “But I wanted you to be a special guest on Eat Jin,” your boyfriend pouts (an impressive feat with his mouth full of food). He’s very against the idea of you going on a diet – who’s going to help him clear up all the food he can’t manage?

You raise an eyebrow, while he swallows and asks – “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“Just a little…” You reach across the table separating the two of you, and wipe some sauce from the corner of his lips, before popping your finger in your mouth.

Jin chuckles, “Isn’t eating that sauce against your diet?”

“It’s just sauce.”

“Sauce that’s high in fat and salt!”

“This is why you’re a rubbish boyfriend - making me break my diet. For shame!” You poke your tongue out at him.

Jin sighs. “Ah well, I guess if you’re on a diet now, that means more food for me. And I was going to order that ice-cream you like for the next episode of Eat Jin as well…”

That’s playing dirty! “You wouldn’t!” you scoff, knowing full well that he will, and that when you ask for a lick, just the tiniest taste – he’ll offer you the whole scoop - your favourite flavour too - and boom! there goes your diet, and all your good intentions. The worst part is – you won’t mind, because Jin’s kisses will taste that extra bit sweeter seeped in vanilla and strawberry ice-cream.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Yoongi: Yoongi can tell something’s up. You’re being extremely quiet, and you haven’t touched any of the pizza on your plate. Jostled up beside your talkative friends, you’re like a lone grey cloud in the middle of a blue June sky.

Yoongi finishes off the crumbs on his own plate, then stands. “Well, I guess I’ll go wash up,” he says, “Y/N, do you wanna come help?”

You scrunch your nose at him, but follow him to the kitchen anyway, away from the busy chatter of your friends.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, when the two of you are out of earshot.

You fiddle with a loose strand on your sweater. “Nothing’s wrong.” There’s a moment of hesitation, and you pull at the thread a little harder, twisting it around your finger. “I just don’t want to eat too since I’ve -” The last part is mumbled.

“You’ve what?”

“…I’ve started dieting.” Your cheeks turn pink.

“Dieting?” Yoongi repeats, “Why?”

“I need to lose some weight.”

He shakes his head. “That’s simply not true. You’re the perfect weight, and I don’t want to hear you saying otherwise. I like you the way you are now.” He gives your arm a gentle poke. “I like this part.” He pokes your stomach. “And this part.” He moves up to your nose. “And this part. I like all of it. It’s all perfect.”

You blush, and bat his hand away. “Yeah, yeah… don’t get all mushy.” But when you go back to join your friends, Yoongi’s happy to see you tucking into a fat slice of pizza.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Hosoek: “Ugh…” That’s a sound you haven’t heard from Hoseok in a while – the sound he makes when he knows he’s fighting a losing battle against you. But he won’t give up without a fight - oh no! He’ll see a smile break through that perfected pout of yours, even if it means bringing out the big guns! An exaggerated eye-roll and a funny face secures his victory, and you can’t cap the laughter that fizzes up inside you - this is definitely the best way to deal with a couple’s quarrel.

“Stop that,” you bash playfully at his chest, and he bends over in feigned pain –

“Wow, Y/N, you’re so mean to me! And when I’m trying to help you out as well!”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. “Hoseok, you stopping me from dieting isn’t going to help anything. I need to take better care of my health. You should be supporting this.”

He straightens up, straightens his face, and fixes you with a serious look. “Okay, I’ll support you – but only if you’re doing it for the right reasons.”

“I’m doing it to get healthier!”

“And you know that-”

“- that I’m completely gorgeous, with the perfect body, and that I don’t need to diet at all, and that you’re lucky to have me.”

He catches your face in his hands, palms pressing your cheeks softly, before he plunges in for a kiss. “Damn right.”

Originally posted by hoseokayo

Namjoon: “You dieting? Good one, babe.” Namjoon’s dimples deepen, his smile erupting into a fully-fledged laugh.

And then he realises you’re not joking. And his face falls. “Wait, really? You’re dieting? Why?” His mind kicks into overdrive, wondering, worrying about what could have caused this sudden decision. Before, you would have happily helped him finish off pizzas or ice-cream sundaes, but now you’re talking about empty calories and cutting carbs.

“I need to fix my figure,” you tell him, brow wrinkling into a frown.

Namjoon looks you up and down. “Babe…”


His eyes trace your body a second time. “Babe.”

“What?” you demand again.

He shakes his head. “You do not need to get in shape. Your body is so sexy.”

“Sexy?” Your nose crinkles. “You think I’m sexy?”

“Unbelievably sexy.”

You consider this for a moment. Then – “Well… I guess if you think so, maybe I’m okay.”

“No, not just okay, but-”

“Sexy, right?” You finish his sentence for him, a glint in your eyes.

“Right! Sexy.” He purrs the word.

“Say it one more time.”

“Only if you promise to stop this talk of dieting.”



Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin: “But I bought all these biscuits for you!” Jimin gazes at the plate of cream-coated cookies in distress, then back up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. This isn’t how he imagined you accepting his date-night gift.

You grin sheepishly. “Sorry… I forgot to tell you I was starting a diet.”

“Can’t you leave it till tomorrow?”

Your mouth pops open in mock horror. “That would be cheating!”

“In all seriousness though, dieting’s no fun. Trust me, I’ve tried it before, and it didn’t make me any happier, or healthier.” Jimin’s mouth pulls down at the corners a little, before his usual smile returns. “Come on. Just one… they’re really tasty. Just take one.” As he says this, he picks up a cookie, and bites into it slowly, never breaking eye-contact with you. It’s a challenge. (Eat one! I dare you!)

You give in. Of course you do. It’s Jimin. Leaning towards him, you kiss some of the crumbs off the corner of his mouth, then, with the taste of sugar fresh on your tongue, you concede, “Maybe one or two couldn’t hurt.” A smug grin paints itself across Jimin’s face as you reach for the plate.

Tomorrow. You can start your diet tomorrow…

Or the day after that…

Originally posted by sugakookie

Taehyung: Taehyung doesn’t understand it. To him, you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on – you’re prettier than diamonds, and stardust, and wildflowers, and sunsets, and the pictures of waterfalls they stick on travel brochures. In short - you’re perfection personified. So, Taehyung can’t wrap his head around the idea of you dieting because you’re (quote) ‘so disgusting’.

It’s eating him up, knowing that you’re unhappy, and not knowing how he can fix it. All he can do is smile, and promise you that the voice in your head is lying to you. “But I never lie, Y/N. Not to you. Not about this.”

Still, your lips stay down-turned, eyes dull, not properly seeing him through your tears.


You wipe you eyes.

“Y/N, look at me.”

You blink a few times, and look up.


You do. Despite all the negative thoughts that are bubbling around you, you manage to smile, and that’s all Taehyung needs to smile too.

“There, right there, that’s what perfection looks like.” He frames your face with his fingers, then slips his hands on down to your shoulders, looping around you and pulling you close.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jungkook: “You’re what?” Jungkook cocks his head at you, looking like a confused puppy across the café table.

“Dieting…” you say past a mouthful of lettuce leaves, “Quit looking at me like that. I’m not speaking an alien language. D-i-e-t-i-n-g. Dieting.”

His head remains fixed in place, tilted to one side, the corners of his eyes scrunching up.

“Stop it!” You throw a napkin at him, which misses its target and floats down to the floor. You’re laughing, and he eventually breaks his gaze to chuckle as well.

“Okay, but seriously, why are you dieting?” His arms stretch across the table, reaching for your wrists as you bring another forkful of salad to your mouth.

A shrug is his answer. “I’ve just been feeling… I don’t know… ugly lately.”

“You don’t look ugly lately.”

Your eyes trail up to his. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend - you have to say nice things.”

“No way!” He leans further over the table, cupping your face in his hands, “Listen, if you want to diet for your health – fine. But I don’t ever want you thinking you’re ugly, because -  honestly! cross my heart and hope to die! - you are-” (he leans forward and kisses you) “- gorgeous.”

Originally posted by bwibelle

! none of the gifs are mine !

This was floating around my head, and I had to get it out!

“No way, this is not happening. I refuse to believe this.”

Veronica lodge stood in front of Betty Coopers locker staring at her, as if she’d grown two heads.

Normally Betty would ask her best friend what was bugging her and try to comfort the spunky diva, but today

She was too damn sick to deal with this.

Betty had woken up with a splitting head ache that made her whole body hurt, her eyes were killing her and all she wanted to do was lay in bed and try to sleep it off.

Unfortunately she had a perfect attendance record to maintain so that was off the table.

“Hello earth to Betty? Don’t you want to know why I’m so astonished and amazed?”

Veronica pouted, waving her hand in front of Betty’s face.

Sighing Betty turned to close her locker and face her friend

“What’s up Ron?”

Immediately Veronica tapped the frames of her glasses and raised a brow.

Betty smiled slightly, she had forgotten she put on her glasses this morning.

“They’re just glasses Ron, I have a really bad head ache, I know they may not be in this months edition of vogue, but I work with what I have.”

“no that’s not it, you actually look really cute, I’m thinking of getting a pair, although I have perfect vision. ya know jughead jones, the boy you’ve been dreaming about since the beginning of the school year?”

Betty immediately placed her palm over Veronica’s mouth

“Ronnie! Please. Just keep it down” she scanned her surroundings.

“Oh please you know that boy stops by your locker at the same time everyday, we still have” she looked at her watch. “Thirty three seconds. Anyway as I was saying you would not believe what he’s got on today.”

“Ronnie, you know I’m not as into style as you, what does this have to do with my glasses?”

“Hey green eyes.”

She turned around at the familiar rumble of her favorite boy, smiling before her eyes caught on to his.

He had on glasses. Big goofy looking glasses, that made him look even sexier, if that was possible.

Apparently her glasses took him by surprise too. he just looked at her wide eyed before smiling and tapping his rims.

“Great minds think alike bets.”

She smiled at him
“They look good on you.”

He pushed a silky strand of her behind her ear, and whispered just for her to hear.

“Didn’t think you could look any prettier, but you just love to prove me wrong don’t you?”

She blushed about as pink as humanly possible before muttering

She was taken aback by the look of concern on his face.

“You don’t feel well? Did you sleep last night? Your moms not shoving those anti sleep pills down your throat again is she?” He rushed out grabbing her by the forearms and checking her over.

Smiling at his concern
“Just couldn’t sleep, I’m okay.” She placed her hands on his face rubbing his cheek with her thumb, feeling the always present butterflies when he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.

“What about you? What’s with the glasses?”

He shrugged sliding his hands down her arms
“Honestly I was reading in the office and just forgot to take them off.”

She laughed, wincing at the pain in her head.

His hands went to her temples massaging them gently.
She relished in his cool hands and they way his fingers worked her skull.

“Umm hi, Veronica lodge, still here, still standing in the middle of the hallway”
The raven haired beauty broke them both out of there spell.

Jughead rolled his eyes,

“Come on ladies, ill walk you to class”

Veronica linked arms with Betty as jughead walked in front a bit. She whispered right into Betty’s ear

“Told you astonishing and amazing.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! This is just an idea if your interested, can you do a Phan smut where dan and Phil are best friends and had grown up together and one night ( they're both 17 or 18 or something ) phil calls dan and starts out really awkwardly initiating phone sex like " what are you wearing " and they're both kind of giggling in the beginning but then it kind of gets more serious and phil kind of just describes how he would fuck dan until they cum..? This would be rly great 👌👌

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Phil smiled when his phone rang, rolling his eyes and reaching over to his bedside table to grab it. He knew who it was before he even looked.

Dan, his best friend of seven years, was calling him. He did this every night, since Phil left their home town to go to a private school about an hour drive away. Dan insisted on staying, fancy boarding school wasn’t for him, he didn’t want the stress, but it didn’t stop him from missing his best friend.

“Hi,” Phil muttered into the phone, slightly breathlessly, flopping back on his bed. He could hear Dan smile.

“Hey Phil,” he answered, and Phil could tell he was relaxing. That happened for him too; just hearing Dan’s voice helped him release the stress of the day.

“How was your day?” The other boy asked through the phone, his voice soft.

“Oh, it was alright,” Phil muttered, sighing and running his fingers through his already messy hair. “I have a lot of homework, believe me.”

“I can imagine,” Dan chuckled.

“Still going to those parties?”

“Yeah… I’ve got nothing better to do since you’re gone.”

Phil sighed.

“Christ, Dan, you can’t keep throwing your time away like this. You have potential for so much more.”

“You’ve said.”

“Because I believe it.” Phil stretched his arm above his head, spreading out on the bed to get more comfortable. “Sorry, just… I’m worried about you.”

“I know.” Dan took a deep breath, and went quiet. It was moments like these when Phil wished he was there, laying next to him, listening to him breathe. Maybe he was just being clingy.

“So…” Dan started in a lighter tone, breathing out a laugh. “What are you wearing, Lester?” He asked in mock seduction.

Phil rolled his eyes, slapping his hand over his forehead.

“We’re doing this, are we?”

“Why not?” Dan laughed. “You scared?”

Phil snorted. “Of what, your fashion judging abilities?”

“Just answer the question, dingus.”

“Hmm,” Phil hummed, looking down at himself. “Just blue boxers, at the moment. And a red button up.”

Dan tsked. “Not matching? I thought you were better than this, Phil.“ 

"Who are you, the fashion police?” He grumbled, and laughed. “Leave me alone, Dan, I can dress myself how I’d like.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever.”

“What are you wearing, then?” Phil asked in an attempt at a seductive tone.

Dan chuckled breathily. “Nothing.”

“Yeah? Pic or it didn’t happen.”

Dan giggled. “You want a picture?”

“Kinda,” Phil muttered under his breath. He had seen Dan naked before, it wasn’t a big deal, and it comforted him that they were close enough to talk like this without it being uncomfortable.

“Oh, is Phil admitting his true feelings after all these years?” Dan asked teasingly, and Phil could hear him shift on the bed.

“Shut up, Howell. Don’t push it.”

“Or… what?” Dan hummed. “You’ll… punish me?”

The tone in Dan’s voice had changed, and it shocked through Phil’s stomach like lightning.

“Quit it.”

“Why? Am I turning you on?” Phil could almost hear Dan’s dumb smirk. “I bet you’re so hard right now, just from my voice.”



“I bet you wanna fuck me right now, hm?” He asked slowly, and Phil didn’t hear the tell tale signs that he was joking in his tone anymore. He sounded serious. “I bet you’d love to pin me to your bed and make me beg right about now…” shit. Something in Phil snapped.

“Daniel.” Phil growled. “God, I forgot what a brat you are. If I was there and you were talking like this I’d already have you against the wall, screaming.”

There was silence from the other side of the moment, just breathing.

“…Well, shit,” Dan muttered, his breath hitching. “Damn, Phil.” He paused. “…If y-you were here, what would you d-do..? For real.”

Now Phil was smirking, and he found himself reaching down to adjust his boxers, as suddenly they were a bit uncomfortable.

“I think I just answered that,” Phil breathed. “I’d have you on your back in seconds, begging for me. Begging for my cock.” Phil hummed, rubbing gently at his bulge through the cloth. “You’d do that, wouldn’t you, Daniel?”

“Hell yes,” Dan breathed back. “Fuck, I’d moan so loud for you.”

That went straight to Phil’s dick, and he tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them over his hard on and sliding them down his hips. He shuddered, brushing his fingertips over his length. He heard a whimper through the phone.

“Are you touching yourself?” Phil muttered, wrapping a hand around his cock. “Touching yourself to the sound of my voice like a slut?”

He was too far now, letting out a groan as his thumb swiped over his slit.

“Y-Yes…” Dan muttered. “Fuck, Phil, keep talking…”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, being filled up by my cock… I bet you’d love to ride me, grinding down on me like such a good boy…”

Dan whined loudly, and Phil’s eyes widened. He sounded like an angel, why hadn’t they done this before? It felt wrong, jerking himself off to his best friends moans, but he honestly didn’t care.

“I bet you’re so pretty like that, baby, you sound like a bloody angel. God, I wanna fuck you so hard.” Phil was just babbling now, letting soft groans and whimpers slip from his lips, his breathing ragged.

“Jesus, P-Phil…” Dan gasped, his voice breaking and Jesus fuck he sounded so beautiful.

“I’m c-close…” Phil breathed, throwing his head back and biting down on his bottom lip to keep from letting out an embarrassing noise.

“Me too, fuck.”

Phil tried to imagine how Dan looked at this moment, his hair messy and his hips jerking up to meet his hand, his eyes glassy and fucked out. Jesus.

“God, moan for me Dan, fuckfuckfuck you’d look so gorgeous with my cum all over your pretty face…”

“Ah-!” Dan moaned loudly, turning into a whine and getting high pitched and broken at the end, and it sent Phil over the edge. He jerked one more time, groaning and coming all over his shirt.

They were quiet for a solid minute, but Phil could hear Dan’s ragged breathing, and holy shit, he probably looked so beautiful.

“That’s not weird, is it?” Dan asked finally, the laughter back to his voice. “Getting off to your friends voice?”

“Nah,” Phil answered, chuckling and running his fingers through his hair.


“I should probably… clean this up…” Dan muttered, and Phil could almost see him blushing. He grinned.

“Yeah, me too…” he paused. “Dan?”


“I miss you.” He breathed. Breathy laughter echoed from the phone.

“I miss you too.”

“Call you tomorrow?”


Ternary (M)

BTS; Jungkook || V/Taehyung

Genre: Smut 

Word count: ~6.5k

WARNINGS: Graphic smut, threesome, breathplay, oral, also a surprise in there that I don’t want to give away tbh (It’s nothing like rape or blood or anything like that, but if you don’t like surprises I’m sorry)

A/N: Shameless, sinning porn with Taekook. Good luck to you all. Sorry there is no description, but there is literally no plot to this what-so-ever. Haha. This is for my good friend and roommate @jeonjeongwhat / @aegyopop 

Originally posted by gayerthanthegays

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“I Know You Love Her.” (Ethan Dolan X Reader)

(not my pic)

Pairing: Ethan Dolan X Reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 1,446

Prompt: Imagine you sneak into the school’s swimming pool with Ethan and Meredith. You’re Ethan’s bestfriend and he’s dating Meredith, but you’re in love with him and end up telling him on accident.

You watched from where you sat beside the pool as Ethan twirled Meredith around, splashing water on your ripped jeans. You sighed and rubbed at the wet fabric that was clad against your legs, wishing you’d stayed home instead of being dragged along to third wheel with the happy couple. Meredith’s high-pitched laugh sounded throughout the pool area as Ethan kissed at her cheeks. You rolled your eyes and looked at the couple who were enjoying each other’s company in the water. You glanced down at your soaked phone and noticed that is was 12:04am. Normally you’d be up at this time anyways, but you didn’t exactly want to sit and watch your long time crush flirt and kiss the girl you’ve envied for years. 

That’s right, you liked E. You gained feelings for him a long time ago and you thought it would eventually go away at first, but now you’ve just excepted the fact that your feelings were never going to die down for the handsome brunette. You were in love with him, to say the least. And it’s been much harder to hold your tongue about it, considering he and Meredith, the girl you had been jealous of since freshman year, were now an item. 

You’ve always been jealous when Ethan was interested in a girl, but when he told you that he was practically in love with Meredith, you pretty much gave up all hopes of ever having a chance with him. And instead, you developed a deep hatred for the tall blonde. Meredith could get any guy she wanted, and she knew it. That’s why you disliked her so much. So when she chose Ethan as her next “boy toy,” your hate for her extended to much greater lengths, even more than before. Not only because they were together, but because Ethan’s feelings were genuine for Meredith, whereas he was nothing more than a rebound or hookup for her.

“Hey guys? Can we leave now? It’s getting pretty late..” You said, wincing as the air grew thick with tension once the words spilled from your lips.

E looked back and forth between you and Meredith, “Uhh, yeah sure. Let me just go get my clothes, I forgot them in my locker.” He smiled at Meredith and kissed her before hastily getting out of the pool, shooting you a wink before exiting the pool area sopping wet.

Your attention was then turned to Meredith as she swam closer until she was in front of you. She rose from the water until you both were face to face with each other.

She gave you a nasty look, “Listen (Y/N), I know you like Ethan. But he’s mine. So I’d appreciate it if you’d stop drooling over him like a dog. He doesn’t like you, and he never will. So get that through you head, sweetheart.” She smiled a sickly smile just as Ethan came jogging back in with his bathing suit in hand, fully dressed in a new set of dry clothes.

Meredith got out of the pool and dried off before getting changed, trying her hardest to show off her assets to Ethan. You were frozen in shock as you let her words settle in. She was right. He won’t ever like you back, and you had to except that. You felt your eyes well up with tears, but you’d be damned to let them fall.

“Alright ladies, let’s hit the road. I’m exhausted.” Ethan yawned, throwing his arm over Meredith’s shoulders. She smirked at you as you got up off of the ground, dusting your hands off on your pants. You looked at Ethan who was smiling at you with that award winning smile you had fallen in love with.

You looked at him and pressed your lips in a firm line before making your way past them and outside into the truck.


After a good 10 minute car ride of listening to Meredith and Ethan flirt, you’d finally pulled up to the Mickelson residence to drop Meredith off.

“Alright, see you later baby. Gimme a call in the morning, okay?” Ethan smirked at her. She giggled and leaned in through the car window, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “You know I will.”

You tore your eyes away from the pair and began picking at the shattered screen of your now dead phone, suddenly finding it very interesting. You heard the sound of heels hitting pavement as you looked back up, watching next to you as Ethan looked at the skinny blonde walking away from his truck in admiration. He then put the truck in reverse, making his way towards your house. Most of the ride was silent, before you decided to speak up.

“So.. You must really like her, huh?” Ethan looked at you before grinning, “Yeah, I really do. I’m honestly really surprised she said yes to me this time,” He sighed contently. “I’m happy with her. I really am.” You felt a ripple of sadness spread throughout your chest as you swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. “That’s uhh, that’s good, E. I’m really happy for you.” You said, stumbling on your words. You were going to cry; without a doubt, if you didn’t get out of that truck within the next minute or so.

You turned your head towards the window as you listened to the gorgeous boy babble on about Meredith, letting the tears unwillingly spill from your eyes. You didn’t want to hear him go on about him being happy with another girl; a girl that wasn’t you. Ethan pulled into your driveway as you hurried to open the door of his truck. But to your luck, it was locked.

“Woah woah woah, what’s got you in such a hurry? You really think you were gonna get out of this truck without hugging ‘Ee-Tee-Wee-Tee’ goodbye? Not a damn chance, (Y/N).” He laughed before forcefully tugging your arm around so that your body was facing him.

You bowed your head down and leaned into Ethan, giving him a quick hug before muttering him a goodbye, but he noticed your tears. He stopped you as you reached for the door handle, pulling you arm again.

“Wait what? (Y/N) why’re you crying?” He said, grabbing your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger so that you looked at him.

You turned you head to the side, rejecting his touch. “It’s nothing, it doesn’t matter. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He groaned, tightening his grip on your arm. “Of course it matters, you’re my bestfriend. Now tell me. I’m not letting you out of this car until you do.”

 You laughed sadly, “That’s exactly the point, E. I’m just your bestfriend.”

He looked at you puzzled. You watched his face as he connected the dots in his head before looking at you with look of shock, realization and guilt. “(Y/N), I-Im so sorry.. If I’d have known things would be completely different, God, you don’t even understand. I love Meredith, but I-”

You cut him off, “You’ve made your point loud and clear, Eth. Trust me. You’ve been telling me for awhile now. And I’ve been trying my best to deal with it but I can’t anymore. So Jesus just please, please stop saying that in front of me. Stop telling me that you love her. Because I know you love her. It just hurts me so damn much to hear you say it, alright?”

You were full fledged crying now, trying your hardest to get out of the car, but you couldn’t get out of Ethan’s strong grip. He had a look of urgency and regret in his eyes.

“No, (Y/N) you’ve got it all wrong, just let me explain, please..” He began, trying to wipe away at your tears with his free hand. You pulled his hands away from your face and pried his other hand off of your arm and set them down gently.

You looked at him. “There’s nothing to explain, Eth. I already know. You love me, but as a friend. And you love Meredith more than that.” He went to speak again, but you cut him off by pressing your lips to his cheek.

You looked at him through watery eyes and gave him a pained smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” You got out of his truck, “Wait, (Y/N) you’re not letting me explain myself damnit! Just let me ta-”

“Goodnight Ethan.” You interrupted and shut the door to his truck before running inside your house and to your room, soaking your pillow with your tears as you wept in heartbreak.

He will never love you the way you wanted him to.

Part 2? Yes or No?

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Could I request how the dai companions would react to the quizzy constantly being anxious and having nervious ticks, like biting their nails or something? And would they try to get them to stop? Please and thanks!

Edit: Sorry! I forgot to finish Sera’s… fixed it now! 

Blackwall: After watching the Inquisitor make quick work of their already short, rough nails, Blackwall decides to make them a little fidget cube with whatever leftover wood he has. After giving it to them he invites the Inquisitor to the barn, offering to teach them the art of woodworking. 

Cassandra: She honestly couldn’t care less what habits the Inquisitor has, but can’t help making a small noise in disgust whenever they do it excessively in front of her. And whenever the Inquisitor gnaws a bit too much, Cassandra’s there with an extra bandage and a disapproving glare.

Cole: What first piqued his interest was the growing anxiety the Inquisitor was experiencing. He would do little things to try and ease their anxiousness, whiffs of scents that remind them of home, words of thanks and encouragement whispered in their ear. But when their fingers begin to bleed and they continue to bite despite there being no nail to bite, he realizes it needs to stop. “No, stop! You’re making the hurt worse. False comfort, knots in your throat, shaking, tightening… the fear makes you hurt.”

Cullen: He’s concerned, to say the least, when he sees the Inquisitor doing it, for it reminds him too much of himself and the Templars he’s seen going through the tougher stages of withdrawal. The next time he catches them biting their nails, he bats their hand away and instead slips a small, rough-edged rock into their palm. “It helps with the… nervousness.“

Dorian: He is…mildly appalled, to say the least, after watching the Inquisitor devour their nails like a starved Mabari. “What are you doing? Your hands look positively dreadful.” The next time he sees them biting their nails, he gifts them a small nail file and a sweet smelling cream that makes their hands softer than they’ve ever felt before. 

Iron Bull: When they first met he noticed the way the Inquisitor’s nails were rough and bitten down to little nubs, but never saw purpose in confronting them about it until dried blood found it’s way into their cuticles. “Hey there boss, you got enough things out there trying to make you bleed without you doing it to yourself. Now how do you feel ‘bout working off some of that nervous energy?”

Josephine: She knows the feeling all too well, and offers to schedule a spa appointment for the both of them next time they’re in Orlais. She hopes that the visit will not only alleviate some of the stress, but deter them from chewing on their nicely cleaned and manicured nails.

Leliana: Within a few days a pair of nicely tailored leather gloves are placed outside the Inquisitor’s quarters. “Try these, they feel much nicer than teeth,” the letter reads, and the Inquisitor agrees.

Sera: When she catches the Inquisitor spitting out one of their fingernails, she scoops it into a little pouch before coming up beside them. “Oi, why are you throwin’ these away? Perfect for makin’ nobs squeamish, so save some for me, yeah?” She shoves said pouch at the Inquisitor before going back to doing Maker knows what. Though if she ever catches them biting until they’re hurt, she pulls out some bandage scraps and shoves them at the Inquisitor the same way she did the pouch. “Pranks are good n’ all, but we can’t fix the friggin’ hole in the sky if you’re up a creek.”

Solas: He might find it a bit unpleasant, but doesn’t see it as his place to do anything about it until he sees blood along their cuticles and red bandages wrapped around their fingertips. “This is a rather difficult position you have been placed in, but what you have been doing helps no one.” An exasperated breath later, he continues. “There are some meditation techniques I know that may be of use to you…”

Varric: The first time he sees the Inquisitor biting their nails he thinks nothing of it. They’re in a stressful situation, and people deal with stress in different ways. But when it becomes excessive and harmful he decides enough is enough. Knowing that it is helpful to have something to fidget with, he passes along a small ring to the Inquisitor, letting them know what it’s for.

Vivienne: “Darling, would you please stop with that? It is… distasteful.” Vivienne gives them a rather foul tasting salve to spread on their fingers to keep them from gnawing at their finger nail nubs. Though after witnessing the Inquisitor bite at their nails despite the bitter taste, she realizes that it isn’t just a thoughtless habit. The next time the Inquisitor tries, Vivienne is there with a small mint, their hands in hers, telling them to “just breathe, the meeting will be over soon enough.”

RFA + V/Saeran realize it’s MC’s birthday

Hey all! It’s my birthday today, so I figured now’s as good a time as any to post birthday headcanons. Since I just moved to a new area and know very few people here, I went with more of a “Oh, it’s your birthday???’ vibe rather than (most of them) having known when MC’s birthday is all along.

Requests are open.~


  • you had surprised him at rehearsal with some lunch just bc you wanted to see him on your birthday
  • your phone was blowing up w/ messages from your family
  • he didn’t mean to look, but he glanced and saw a “Happy Birthday!” text
  • s h o c k e d why didn’t you tell him??
  • soon as you left, he was calling Seven
    • “Of course I knew!”
    • “Why didn’t you tell me???”
    • “Figured she’d tell people if she wanted them to know…”
  • welp he was supposed to be rehearsing all day but he wasn’t about to spend all day w/o you
  • so he told his director who totally understood and then left
  • showed up with a dozen roses
    • “Happy Birthday, my princess.”
    • “How did you–”
    • “I saw your phone - I’m sorry. But you deserve to be spoiled today.”
  • spent the rest of the day doing just that


  • bright and early, Seven was calling him
  • he figured this boy needs all the help he can get
    • “Today is what?!” omg what is he going to do he’s got nothing planned!
  • spent all morning shopping - flowers, groceries, he has everything put away before you’d even had your usual morning call
  • when you did call, he hoped you’d mention your birthday but you didn’t
  • he invited you over and you happily agreed
  • you were totally shocked when you arrived and his apartment was decorated for your birthday
  • and something smelled wonderful
  • greeted you at the door w/ a kiss and flowers
    • “Happy Birthday, MC~!”
  • he cooked two of your favorite meals for lunch and dinner and you spent all day cuddling and watching romance movies


  • she had asked you a while ago because she kept all the files of RFA members up-to-date
  • she’d made a note on her calendar and had it remind her a week in advance there’s no catching her off guard
  • but you hadn’t mentioned it since? to her or any of the members?
  • you forgot she knew tbqh
  • she assumed this meant you didn’t want a huge fuss but she wanted to do something
  • she ended up making a small cake for you the day before to wake up to the next morning
  • and she turned off your alarm she had worked through enough birthdays and you deserved the day off
  • closed the bakery early to spend more time with you
  • you couldn’t believe she remembered! you didn’t think you could love her any more but you were wrong
  • spent the rest of the day cuddling under blankets watching whatever you wanted to watch Zen’s musicals were definitely part of it tho


  • you had pointedly not told him bc you knew it would be over the top and you felt guilty
  • the boy already buys you basically anything you show the slightest interest in
  • you breathed in the direction of a designer toilet seat once and it took like three hours to convince him it wasn’t a hint that you wanted it does anyone need something like that jfc
  • but he found out on the day of, when you got a call from your parents singing Happy Birthday to you
  • you were embarrassed
    • “I didn’t want to make a big deal about it…”
  • too late, he had already picked up his phone
    • “Jaehee, cancel all my plans for the day. It is MC’s birthday.”
  • bc it’s Jaehee, she foresaw this outcome and had not scheduled him anything today anyway
  • he made you strawberry pancakes and served them to you in bed
  • had the chef make your favorite meals the rest of the day
  • bc he couldn’t resist, he bought you a new dress and jewelry to match but otherwise did a good job respecting that you didn’t want it to be a spectacle


  • he knew of course, he’d known since day one
  • but you didn’t know he knew
  • which means his surprise party would be extra surprising he only hoped you liked that kind of thing
  • sent you on a scavenger hunt while he got everything ready, your party was totally space-themed
  • by then, you realized he knew
  • but you thought the scavenger hunt was it
  • so when it led you to his house, you were just expecting him with a goofy grin and honey buddha chips or something
  • then the door sang Happy Birthday to you which you loved
  • when you came in and all of RFA yelled “Surprise!” you almost cried
    • “I didn’t want anyone to feel like I was expecting anything so I didn’t tell anyone…thank you so much.” you felt so special
  • lots and lots of kisses and cuddles and making everyone tell you two to get a room


  • you were cooking lunch when you finally said something out of necessity
    • “Oh, my parents are insisting on taking me out to dinner for my birthday tonight…I’d love it if you came, too.”
  • you heard him set his pipe on the table and you turned around
  • he was silent for a moment
    • “…It’s your birthday?”
  • he looks hurt oh no this is not what you wanted
  • you had started to ramble, wanting him to understand
    • “Oh, I didn’t tell anyone! It’s honestly…just another day for me. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
  • he made his way to the kitchen and placed a kiss on your cheek
  • felt around for your hands and laced his fingers through them
    • “Of course I’ll go to dinner with you. But can I make the day at least a little special for you?”
  • how can you say no to that
  • so you two dressed up and took lots of pictures together and he takes lots of you
  • they turned out amazing even with his limited vision


  • woke up w/ a groan and Saeyoung standing over him
    • “So what are you gonna do for MC for her birthday?”
  • what
  • was he supposed to know it was your birthday?
  • is that a thing he’s supposed to do? shit
  • deadpan stare, Saeyoung was almost sure he was gonna get punched
    • “…got any ideas?”
    • “Oh! Oh! Tons!”
  • he turned them all down
  • in the end he went with something pretty simple
  • surprised you with ice cream and your favorite cookies
  • and promised to do whatever you wanted all day pls don’t abuse it
  • you were super touched and looked at him with surprise
    • “But…how did you know? I didn’t tell anyone.”
  • you both ended up glaring at a snickering Saeyoung
  • while you were both secretly grateful bc it was a really nice day 

Request; Could you possibly write an imagine where spencer is in love with the reader but she is oblivious. And on an off rainy day spencer feels depressed so he goes to her and confesses his feelings, extra fluff maybe? Either way thanks love

Warnings; emo spencey


You perched your clothing hamper higher up on your knee and used your free hand to fiddle in your pocket for the keys to your apartment.

“Aha!” You triumphantly call out as you feel the cool metal between your fingers. As you pull them from your pocket, your clothing hamper falls from your grip and straight onto the wooden floors beneath you.

“Damn it,” you huff, scrambling down to pick up all your clean clothes.

“Y/N!” You hear the familiar voice call out as a new person joins you on the floor. “Let me help you.”

“Thanks, Spence,” You smile gratefully and he returns the gesture as he helps you pick up the scattered items.

“Um,” Spencer coughs awkwardly as he quickly tosses your lace panties into the hamper. You could see his cheeks turn a slight tinge of pink and you have to suppress your giggles.

He stands up and dusts himself off before offering you a hand which you take.

“Do you need help carrying that inside?” Spencer asks hesitantly.

“Please,” you smile sheepishly. You turn around and unlock your front door, this time without the fuss. Spencer picks up the now full hamper and follows you into your brightly lit apartment.

“New case?” You ask once Spencer sets down the basket.

“Huh?” He raises a brow in question before realizing what you asked. “Oh, yeah! Got a text a few minutes ago for a meeting.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep your team waiting, Doctor,” you say with a small frown.

“It’s only been a couple minutes,” Spencer shrugs. “Plus, coincidentally running into you everyday has already changed the amount of time it takes me to get to the BAU. Going back to about six months ago before you moved in I was there in under twenty minutes but now it takes me thirty.”

“Can’t say I’m sorry,” you smirk.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” Spencer smiles, running his hand through his locks.

“See you in a week?” You ask. “Seeing as you and your team are very good at what you do, it usually takes you a few days to catch the killer. You typically spend a week away before you come back home.”

“That’s an excellent observation,” Spencer nods in excitement.

“I learned from the best,” you wink. “Okay now go before you’re late!”

You rush over to Spencer and turn him around before putting your hands on his back and forcefully pushing him out of your apartment, struggling to do so. You reminded yourself of a child pushing against an adult who wouldn’t move unless they walked themselves.

Spencer stumbled out of your apartment and you quickly threw yourself into his grip, nuzzling your face in his chest.

“Go catch some villains!” You pull away and ruffle his hair before returning into your home.

You rested your back against the other side of the door, a warm feeling bubbling in your chest.

Ever since you moved in six months ago, Spencer had become a constant in your life. Whenever you needed him, he was there. Whenever you wanted to talk to him, he was there. Anytime you wanted company, he was there.

You knew that every time you would step out in to the hallway, he would be there somehow. You had spent many days with him, talking and learning things about each other.

He was a dream, but you didn’t know if you were his.

Spencer stood there for a couple seconds, staring at your front door. He chuckled to himself before smoothing his hair down which you just kind of ruined.

He felt the little flicker of excitement when he thought of returning home later on in the week.

He knew you would be here waiting for him. You brought light to his life, and he wished you would see just how much he loves you.


Spencer landed back home after dealing with a heavy hearted case. A man who had worked at an ice cream parlor had gone on a rampage, killing several couples who visited the parlor for date night. Couples who seemed head over heels in love were killed in front of each other, seeing as that’s exactly what happened to the unsub and his significant other.

The city was gloomy and the rain was pouring. Spencer didn’t know whether the weather was taking a toll on his emotions or if it was the case. All he knew was that there was only one place he needed to be.

“Spencer!” You exclaim as you open the door. Spencer took one look at you and felt his mood begin to lift. Your hair was tied up in a loose bun, you had on sweats and a hoodie he had given you from a science convention he went to.

“You’re all wet,” you frown, pulling him into your house without hesitation. “Were you outside without an umbrella?”

“I forgot it,” he shrugs.

You drag him over to your sofa and he sits on the plushy cushions. You stand over him, hands on your hips.

“What’s wrong,” you squint your eyes, trying to observe his change in behavior. “Bad case?”

“Yes,” he whispers, not wanting to speak louder just in case his voice cracked.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You ask quietly, stepping closer to him. He shakes his head ‘no’ and you nod understandingly.

Instead of pestering him with more questions, you raise your hand to his hair and tuck the loose strands behind his ears. Your warm hand trails from his hair and rests on his cheek. He closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

He finally lets his emotions succumb and before you know it his arms are wrapped around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. He buries his face in your neck and lets his silent cries out against your skin.

“Hey, you’re okay,” you coo, smoothing your hand through his hair, twisting the curls around your fingers. “I’m here.”

You sat there for a good ten minutes, letting him cry and you calming him down. Soon, it was just silence. It was just Spencer hugging onto you like his life depended on it.

“How do you not see?” Spencer’s question breaks through the silence. You look down at him in confusion.

“See what?”

“That I’m in love with you,” Spencer confesses hesitantly.

You lose your composure for only a couple of seconds. Spencer Reid, the smartest man you know, hero of the country, sweetest and most handsomest man out there is in love with you.

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I just thought I should tell-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. Your hands entangled in his hair and his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

“You honestly never noticed?” Spencer asks curiously as he pulls away from the kiss.

“I was always worried about me being obvious,” you laugh.

“You weren’t,” he chuckles.

“Well neither were you, Genius,” you retort teasingly. “Go get changed, we’re having a movie marathon.”

Spencer looks up at you, a loving smile displayed on his lips. He leans up and presses a kiss to your forehead before you get off his lap and he stands up.

As he’s heading towards the door to retreat to his apartment next door to pick up clothes, he hears his name being called.

“Spencer,” you call. He slowly turns around and you’re smiling. “I love you too.”


Sorry this one was a tad short!! AND sorry I’ve been gone for so long ;( school is quite annoying but hopefully I can make it up to you guys <33 much love to all my followers and readers, y'all keep me young and going !

BTS Reaction to Their Best Friend Accidently Confessing to Them; Rap Monster Version

Originally posted by pjkook

“Joonie!” Y/N yelled, stomping out of her room with her arms folded across her chest. She marched her way into the living room and huffed when she saw her roommate, and best friend, with his headphones blaring and computer in his lap.

He was nestled into a little blanket cocoon on the living room couch, his head nodding along to whatever music he was composing. Namjoon hummed gently under his breath as he listened, clicking around on his computer occasionally to create the perfect music for his ears. Y/N noticed the empty drink cans and snack bags scattered about the coffee table and floor and she sighed, her eyes softening. She reached over and pulled the headphones off Namjoon, smacking him gently upside the head with a pile of papers he held in her hands.

“What did I tell you about playing your music so loud? You’re going to go deaf someday.” Y/N chastised as Namjoon rubbed the spot where she had hit him.

“And I thought we talked about your mental abuse issues as well?” he teased lightly, stretching his stiff limbs and running a hand through his messy hair.

“You’ve been out here for a long time.” Y/N commented as she moved around to clean up Namjoon’s mess.

“Eleven hours.” Namjoon said as if he were talking about the weather.

“And you’re not even close to done?”


“You know that your demo deadline is in four days.” Y/N sat down next to Namjoon on the couch, crossing her legs underneath her. Namjoon groaned and ran a hand over his face.

“I know, I know, it’ll get done.” He sighed, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

He let his gaze slightly wander over his friend, noticing that she was wearing those tantalizing night shorts that kept him awake in the wee hours of the morning. Namjoon could feel his heart stir up, and the fact that Y/N was also wearing one of his shirts (his favorite black one that was way way too big on her and that slipped off her shoulders) wasn’t helping the situation in the slightest. Namjoon noticed the stack of papers Y/N held in her hands and diverted his attention from his beating heart to those instead.

“Whatcha got there?” he asked, pointing at the papers with his eyes.

“Oh, this?” Y/N flipped through the papers absentmindedly, “It’s a partner scene we have to do in my intro to drama class. It’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Namjoon looked at Y/N curiously, but stayed silent, urging her to continue with a nod of his head.

“My partner for this honestly doesn’t care about the class, I think he’s just taking it for the elective credit but you know how much acting means to me. Anyways, I want to do a good job in this, but without practicing with anyone it’s kind of hard to get into character. I was wondering if you could…you know…” her sentence trailed off and Namjoon’s eyes widened in realization of what she was asking him to do.

“Oh yeah! Totally Y/N, I’ll help you out. Who’s this guy? Do you need me to give him a talking to?” Namjoon asked. Y/N stared at him for a long second before doubling over in laughter, leaning against his shoulder. Namjoon was confused, and his face matched his feelings as he watched the girl laugh her heart out. Y/N wiped the tears from her eyes and rubbed Namjoon’s back.

“Joonie you’re such a dork sometimes. No, I was hoping that you’d be the one to practice with me instead. The grades are individual, so even if he does a crappy job it won’t affect me. Is that okay? I know you have your deadline so?” Namjoon let out a soft ‘oh’ in understanding.

“Sure Y/N, I guess that’s okay. I need to focus on something other than major and minor chords anyways.” He admitted, grabbing the stack of papers and shuffling through them.

“You still have to get your music done though! Only two or three run-throughs is all I need and I’ll be out of your hair for the rest of the night.” Y/N promised, taking and separating the stack of papers into two piles. She handed one to Namjoon, who gave her a smile in return.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever mom,” Namjoon teased, “So, what kind of dialogue are we actually doing?”

“It’s a romantic comedy called ‘Quippage’; it’s kind of a satire about the awkwardness of first dates but has a romantic and happy end.” Y/N explained as she turned more to face Namjoon on the couch.

“I’m guessing you don’t want me to play ‘Julia’ right?” Namjoon chuckled and Y/N slapped his shoulder.

“There you go with your mental abuse again, how do you expect me to help when you keep beating me up?” Namjoon laughed and covered his face as Y/N continued her onslaught of playful slaps.

“Kim Namjoon, you’re supposed to be helping me, not teasing me!” Y/N said, although deep in her heart she knew that Namjoon’s constant teasing was one of the things that she loved about him.

The two friends proceeded to act out the short, fifteen-page play. The two quickly embraced the awkwardness of their characters and they honestly forgot that they were acting as they read off line by line. The laughter was real, and the actions they added in only made the play better as they ranted to each other as the characters they portrayed.

“Oh,” Namjoon said with panic in his voice as his character became embarrassed, “I don’t have a backup question.”

“Well I have one.” Y/N said.


“Why did you ask me out?” Y/N said quickly, and Namjoon blanked as he acted confused.


“Why did you ask me out?” Y/N asked again, putting more emphasis on the ‘you’. Namjoon sighed.

“Is this supposed to be a trick question?” Namjoon asked and Y/N looked at him with a puzzled stare.


“You’re not recording this are you? No one is gonna jump out from behind the trash cans Punk’d style, right?” Namjoon asked, his voice turning soft and Y/N felt a rush of sympathy towards him.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked and Namjoon took a deep breath.

“Well, the truth is,” Namjoon paused, looking around like a spy undercover before leaning in close to Y/N’s face. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as she stared deep into his eyes. “I asked you out because I like you. You’re funny in class, and I wanted to get to know you better and see what else the funny and cute girl in math was made up of.” Namjoon smiled softly and allowed his eyes to wander over Y/N’s pink cheeks. She cleared her throat before speaking again.

“Now, why was that such a big deal?”

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked as he backed away, and Y/N missed the warmth that radiated off his skin.

“You went into spy mode before saying why you asked me out? Is it such a big deal to keep it a secret?” Y/N’s voice was laced with hurt, and Namjoon’s eyes widened at her words.

“It’s not.” He assured.

“Then why-“

“Okay,” Namjoon cut her off, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I’m just surprised. I’m surprised you said yes. I’ve been waiting for that friend of yours, the one with the shaved head and that yells at anyone who tries to eat her hotdogs-“


“Yeah, Sheila. I’ve been waiting for her to jump out, pull my underwear up and over my head as the two of you cackle and walk away saying ‘Loser, loser.” He explained.

“We don’t cackle!” Y/N said, offended by Namjoon’s words.

“So…why did you say yes?”

“And atomic weggies aren’t our style anyways.”

“You’re avoiding the question.” Namjoon pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ordinary weggies maybe.”

“Julia!” Y/N sighed and looked up at Namjoon’s angry expression.

“Why do you think I said yes. I like you too, you dork.” Y/N smiled, speaking sincerely.

“Really?” Namjoon asked. Y/N nodded.

“Ever since we moved in together. I’ve liked you and always found you attractive. You’re a big dork, but you’re smart, passionate, and driven and I love that about you. You make me happy, and I’ve wanted to tell you that for a long time.” Y/N confessed, looking down at her lap. She realized her mistake of breaking character much too late, and spoke from the heart instead.

“Y/N,” Namjoon’s voice was soft as he gently nudged his finger underneath her chin, tilting her face up towards his own. He could see her eyes turn red and tears start to form in her eyes at her embarrassment. Namjoon cupped her cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away the stray tears as he leaned down to place a kiss against her lips.

His kiss was soft, tender as he held Y/N close in his embrace. He stroked her cheeks gently and brushed his lips against her immobile ones. He felt her arms climb onto his shoulders as her lips tentatively kissed him back. Namjoon kept the kiss innocent and light; though their lips barely touched anyone could see and feel the warmth, comfort, and hidden promises laced between velvet breaths and brushing hands. Namjoon broke the kiss first, and laughed airily when Y/N tried to chase his lips back to her own.

“That wasn’t a part of the script, Y/N.” Namjoon teased, leaning up to pepper her nose and cheeks in soft kisses.

“Neither was that kiss.” She quipped back, giggling at Namjoon’s affection.

“Need I say that I like you too?”

“No, but I still need to practice and you still have a deadline.” Y/N reminded, although her words lacked their usual malice as Namjoon’s lips slowly worked their way down Y/N’s neck.

“I’ve waited too long for this moment, please, let me relish in it for a while.” Namjoon gave Y/N a look and her heart melted at the sight, sighing as she allowed his lips more access.

“Five minutes Joonie, then we get back to work.”

*gives my characters all my mental disorders and my trauma OKAY here we go*

(this also partly exists because what the fuck is a name to dissociated parts)

(Warning for mentions of bullying and shit?? some shit. idk. authority figures not handling it well, that sort of thing.)


So you’ve figured out this bullshit. Only you, so far, which is tricky with OSDD-1b because if you think too much about it or assign too much significance to it, others in-system will find out too.

But there are fairies. That’s what the deal was with not using the legal name assigned to you at birth. So instead you’ve all been using the name you chose for in case you ever integrate. Which is bad. It’s very bad, it means you can’t even think about recovery until you graduate, but you need to think about recovery because you’re all barely scraping Cs– How will you pass your classes, when you were all highkey unprepared for college stress and every time you get a chance to stop and think about life you can’t even imagine anything past this month, let alone if you ever graduate–

Luckily the name only has significance or power over you all as a Whole, or you’d be so screwed.

You need to calm down; you’re getting too emotional about this and someone is going to pick up on it.

Maybe you can change to a different name, nonchalantly, or– choose a different name for if you integrate? No, the one you already have is from before you realised you were a system, it’s what everyone calls you, it /feels/ like who you’ll all be together if you ever go together.

But to switch to a different name for day to day life would mean telling the rest of the system, which would probably result in the creation of another part. And you know what’s going on with the mind. You can tell how this place has been affecting it. The stress is fragmenting all of you, even though you still don’t ever lose time, as a Collective Group or even as individuals; part of OSDD-1b, and the part that made it hardest for you to accept it, is that there’s no amnesia between alters. But you each have your own sense of self.

Anyway. The Elsewhere has been fucking with you. It’s causing thought patterns that are worryingly similar to those of the fae. And if a new part formed, you have a sinking suspicion that it would be convinced it’s a fairy.

That would be bad.

This place is probably fucking you up. Unless you figure out a way to keep all the memories of Elsewhere after you leave, your dissociative symptoms might not ever be manageable, since integration requires an acceptance of all parts as something roughly equating to a “Myself” and that means dealing with any trauma. And there’ll be trauma here, you’re certain of it, with your Brain Problems and the fact that everyone on campus knows your WholeName… Something bad is going to happen to you.

You’re honestly tired of feeling doomed. You had pretty much accepted the fact that adult life would probably never happen for you, that you wouldn’t make it to college without a fatal breakdown, that… that you didn’t have to stress about Later because all you could rely on having was Now.

Is that a bargaining piece? Okay.

< Maybe the fairies will make us all one person if we ask Them nicely, > says Lilly. Fuck. You didn’t even notice she was paying any attention.

Lilly romanticises integration. She’s one of two child alters in system, and doesn’t seem to understand that it’s hard, immensely hard, to integrate. She thinks about it like it’s just as easy as snapping the fingers, despite multiple attempts by multiple other alters to convince her otherwise. Most of you have pretty much accepted that it’s part of who she is. (The only one who hasn’t is Alexander, but that’s a story for another time.)

< The fairies always want something in return, Lils. >

< Fairies? > Alexander takes an interest. Yes, fairies. There are fairies here. No, we aren’t going to fuck with Them. Because we Just Aren’t.

< Let’s trade our constant crushing feeling of existential doom for the ability to handle trauma as one person. >

And that’s how you end up in the Shadow Place Behind The Dorms with everyone trying to front at once. It’s disorderly, to say the least. It’s also a terrible idea. Several of you collaborate and choose some words.

And then there’s general panic for a few seconds because one of you gets the idea that maybe you all left the salt and iron and other protective doodads behind, but someone makes the hands pat the pockets and yes, the salt is there, so is the iron, and oh, a fig newton bar that you forgot to eat earlier today. So the words tumble out of the mouth.

“We request an audience, s– our regrets if we’re messing this up somehow.”

You almost say sorry.

Something shifts. There’s no sparkles, and Lilly is disappointed. She also romanticises fairies. She romanticises everything.

But something shifts, and you can all suddenly tell you aren’t alone anymore.

The darkness speaks in a voice that sounds like… it sounds like trauma, which isn’t creepy in itself but it sounds like /your/ trauma, like kids fucking each other up in grade-school and teachers doing nothing, like blocks falling over for the last time before the popular kids just stopped letting you even start to build things, because they’d tired of knocking them over on you. It sounds like that kid on the bus who threw your homework out the window the one time you actually did it.

And it sounds like the principal suggesting that your parents take all of your books out of your room to get you to behave, which you weren’t supposed to hear, which sent you running out of the building, which fucked you up so bad because god books were (are) your escape and they’ve never hurt you and they never change. Both books and adults never change.

You shiver and imagine running, because if you do it for real, you know this will end badly.

“What do you propose to bargain?” the darkness asks.

“Doom. Our doom. For– for the ability to handle trauma, um, together. To integrate.”

The darkness whispers to itself like the other kids on the school camping trip when they shut you out of the tent. And then it replies,

“You should not attempt to trade away parts of yourself for an ability you already have, children.”

And then it dissipates. And even though you call it back you feel something weird together, like– it understands you, it could have accepted but it didn’t and it told you that you could do this–

“Wait! Please, I mean, I have a counter-proposal. Please.”

It reappears and takes a form, positioning itself about a foot away from your face. It looks like exclusion and like it’s about to call you annoying and say it doesn’t want to play with you.


“You have– our name. Everyone does. And we need it back.”

Your trauma looks at you and falters and you choke on a sob.

“You want me to give you your Self back?”

Saying yes would be… a bad idea. You won’t let it dictate the terms.

“I have come to reclaim my identity, because it is mine, and–”

“I cannot. That power is not mine.”

You sob, and reach out to it. It recoils. Even your trauma can’t stand you.

And suddenly you understand. And it sees you understand. It doesn’t leave, doesn’t give in, just disintegrates and attaches itself to you in the form of a chain that ends at a weight between your feet.

You have to find a real fairy; your trauma isn’t a fairy, was only personified by one of Them.

“We humbly request an audience,” you say shakily together into the dark. Your trauma’s chains are iron, but the gentry have your WholeName and you need it back.

Something(s) traipse out from the cracks between bricks, bright, purple, shiny in a way that makes Lilly mentally bounce. And Alexander mentally rolls his eyes.

They have your WholeName and you need to recover to succeed here but you can’t do it while you’re here but you can’t do it away from here because if you don’t have these memories, it won’t work.

“I propose a trade. The useless name you posses, and in return I become a professor when I graduate.”

The purple things rumble back,

“What do you need with the Name if it is unusable?”

You can’t lie. If you lie, They will know.

“I’m not comfortable answering that.”

It humours you. Or rather, it finds humour in you.

“What can you teach?”

You think for a moment.

“Books. I can teach books.”

It hesitates, and you take the fig newton out of your pocket.

“I also have this.”

It surges forwards, but stops before getting too close, probably because of the iron in your Self.


And so it goes. You get back the WholeName on the condition that you’ll stay here forever as a librarian. You drag the weight of your doom around with you (attached to the chain of your trauma) for the three and a half remaining years until you graduate, and once you do, you break the last link in the chain and toss your doom into Nowhere (you know oblivion, you breathe it in every second you spend dissociating). You walk into the library, where your doom will never find you. And you become the books. You know the books. You know yourself.

Your doom won’t have the time to find you here.


Favorite Fics List

Here is my list of the best fics I have ever read regardless of fandom and in no particular order

Twist and Shout by gabriel, standbyme - Supernatural, Destiel - I’M LEADING WITH THIS BECAUSE IT’S GETTING TURNED INTO A BOOK AND THEREFORE WON’T BE AVAILABLE ONLINE ANYMORE SO READ IT WHILE YOU CAN Summary: What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea. If you were part of the SPN fandom and you didn’t read this fic were you ever even a part of it? (COMPLETED)

A Thousand Beautiful Things by superpotterlock (fvalconbridge) - Supernatural, Destiel - Summary: Accidents happen everyday, like someone accidentally hitting you in the face with a ball and then you mutually getting off with them in the school showers. Now Dean’s not saying he’s gay, but the thing he has going with Castiel isn’t exactly straight either and he isn’t even sure if it matters any more. Basically Cas is a rebellious teenager instead of a goody-goody like in most stories (UNFINISHED but worth it imo)

A Hole in the World by AnnelieseMichel - Supernatural, Destiel, A/B/O - Summary: Dean Winchester never wanted to go home again. Going back to Lawrence meant people who knew what he was, who didn’t buy into the lie. But with a tragic accident, he’s back and dealing with the death of his father, the social stigma and objectification of being an out Omega, and the lingering aftermath of a long-ago crime. (COMPLETED)

Fingers Tap Into What We Once Were by 2ofacrime24 - Supernatural, Destiel - Honestly, I read this fic so long ago that I don’t really remember what happens, but it left such a lasting impression on me that when I saw the title again I had a physical, not just emotional, reaction to it. So it makes the list. Summary: Human!AU. Castiel never expected to see Dean again, the man from one marvelous one-night stand. However when Dean walks back into Castiel’s life on the arm of his twin sister, Anna, a year later, Castiel’s world is turned upside down as he realizes just how much Dean affects him. (COMPLETED)

Out of the Deep by riseofthefallenone - Supernatural, Destiel - THE MERMAID AU TO END ALL MERMAID AUS! Honestly though, I consider this is seminal piece of Mermaid AUs. Summary: Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep.It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep. Castiel should have listened better. This was also the first fic I experienced that had its own culture and fandom surrounding it. (COMPLETED)

Shootin’ You Straight by rockstarpeach - Supernatural, Destiel - I started reading the first chapter of this fic to remind me what it was about and then I just read the whole thing because it’s that good. Summary: AU. Dean Winchester is in a band and Castiel is a fan. Not of the music, of Dean. An opportunity presents itself one night after a concert and Castiel can’t pass up the chance of a lifetime. Neither of them is happy to leave things at just one night, though, so they start up a romance troubled by long distances and Dean’s rock star lifestyle. It’s not perfect, far from it, but this is their story. (COMPLETED)

Vita Nuova by worldaccordingtofangirls - Supernatural, Destiel - Summary: AU. Dean Winchester takes a job as a teaching assistant to get his little brother into a prestigious academy. He doesn’t quite expect such long nights and snobby kids, but the real surprise is professor Castiel Novak: or falling in love with him, that is. Excuse me while I go re-read this whole fic because I forgot it existed and really need to back in my life. (COMPLETED)

Blue Lips, Blue Veins by romanoff - Avengers, Stony - This is a LONG FIC (145 chapters) but WORTH IT Summary: Tony Stark is Iron Man.Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark’s always have had iron in their backbone. Basically, it’s Tony’s life story. (COMPLETED)

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Tyler Seguin #12

Requested by Anon:  Omg I loved your Morgan rielly drabble so much I was smiling so big😍 could you do a Tyler Seguin one where you are taking your two chocolate labs for a run when Tyler’s labs run up to you and you get to talking abt your dogs and he asks you out 😙

*Thank you so so much! I love all my Mo drabbles tooo, thank you again. :) This is kinda, IDK, cute and fun but it starts with dog humping so be warned, I guess. Enjoy!!:)*

Word count: 982

Originally posted by dunbaerrito

You shouldn’t even have been that surprised when it happened. Dogs have humped you more than humans have. So when the big chocolate Labrador bound over, tongue hanging out of his open mouth and started to make love to half of your body, all while your own two dogs sat there looking as amused as ever, you shouldn’t have been shocked.

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Psycho - Part 2

Originally posted by coldrainy

Part One

Once again I sat firmly on the window seat, staring out into the bliss of nothing. It was raining just like it had been on that dreadful night weeks ago, and ever since, I had still been seeing the same figure.

The first few days after the meet with Dr Copic, I continued to claim I saw a man, and that I wasn’t crazy, but after a while, I began to give into the terms, and began battling myself of sanity and psychoticness. 

Was I crazy?

“Y/N? Baby? Why don’t you come to bed?”

His voice was soft and calm, cautious - unlike my thoughts that scream at me, and battled between each other and the truth. Though I was lost - had been ever since that night - and I ignored his presence, continuing to stare out the window.

The patter of rain fell harshly against the window pane, echoing through my head like a voice in a canyon. I wanted nothing but to turn back time and claim what was mine again. My husband, my marriage, my sanity.

A sigh was heard from somewhere behind me, a pair of footsteps slowly proceeding to walk over. Justin’s body came into view of my eyes, and I felt as he took a ahold of my body and picked me up.

For a second, I thought he was going to carry me back to the room and call it a night, but instead, he placed himself in the seat I sat on previously, then sat my body atop his.

His mouth lay next to my ear, and I watched as he extended his arm out to mine, holding them up for both of us to see. He intertwined our fingers in front of me, rubbing his thumb against the ring which he vowed his love to me with.

He kissed the top of my head, and I couldn’t help but tilt it to the side, allowing him space for his mouth to play against my neck. Butterfly kisses of sorts glided down the flesh, a tingle of fire burning along the way. I missed this. 

Then he pulled away, leaving me to frown from the loss of contact. Justin cleared his throat, twisting my body to face his suddenly. “Y/N.” He spoke firmly. “Dr Copic told me what you said.” 

His face fell, eyes hurt with a loss of words. His voice cracked, sad and weak. “Do you really think I would cheat on you?” 

And for the first time, my eyes slowly glided up to meet his own honey orbs. They seemed so lost, and hurt by my accusation. I didn’t speak a word. 

Justin sighed. “Baby. I would never, never cheat on you. I love you way too much to ever hurt you like that. Hell, It’d hurt me to do something like that!”

He shook his head in disbelief. “Where would you ever come up with this?”

And for the first time throughout the whole night, I spoke. “I just thought. You weren’t coming home till really late. And your phone was blowing up with unknown calls. And you’d get really defensive when I tried picking them up. You seemed like you didn’t love me anymore.” I frowned. 

Justin was taken aback, but suddenly, pulled me as close as possible, hugging me to a point of no air. “Baby. I’m so sorry I made you think I cheated on you. I’ll explain everything right now to make sure you believe I’d never do that.”

I nodded. 

“I stayed back late at the office because we got a huge new business deal. Apple is willing to collab with us but there is a mountain of paperwork required to proceed. I can even show you the contract deal!” He exclaimed. 

“I love you so much, I was just busy with work that I guess I forgot to show you that. As for the calls, I honestly don’t know who they’re from. I answered one and it was from some really creepy guy. I didn’t want you answering because I worried for your safety.”

Wait. Could that possibly be linked to the guy I saw in the win- Wait a second. 

Slowly, my eyes focused in on the window once again. There he stood, in all his glory. The mask, the black clothes, the knife. My mind was messing with me once again.

I had become accustomed to the image, it had happened so many times, and it wasn’t real. My mind was just crazy. 

But yet, slowly, I extended a hand towards the window, a slow and tranced finger pointing towards the figure.

My movements were lazy, as if someone was taken a hold of my body, and I showed no fear, just a face of boredom. 

“There.” I whispered.

The man tilted his head, and I watched as he extended a slow finger towards his lips as if to say ‘shh.’ and began walking away from the window as if nothing had happened. What is wrong with my mind?

Third Person.

Justin glanced at Y/N’s petite, surprisingly calm figure and suddenly shot his head over towards the window, a head full of hair whipping at the intensity of it. Once seeing nothing yet again, he sighed. 

She had done this a couple of times, though it stopped a while ago. He had assumed she had stopped seeing the figure she was hallucinating but yet here she was, pointing at nothing yet again. 

He loved her so much, and the fact she thought that he was cheating hurt. Not only because he would never do such a thing, but because he were an idiot for letting her believe it for so long. 

If he knew she needed help earlier, he would have done it in a heart beat.

With a sigh, justin grabbed a hold of Y/N’s arm, pulling it down back to her side. He kissed the top of her head and began scooting off the window seat, Y/N held firmly in his arms. “C’mon my baby. Let’s get you to bed.”

And they were soon trailing up towards the bedroom where Y/N was to take her pills, and cuddle with Justin until they fell asleep.

Little did they know Y/N’s stalker, who was very much real, was still lingering around the house. Waiting for the perfect moment.

Let’s talk some more about Cuban Derek Malik Nurse because this has officially become important for my sanity

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Title: Secret’s Out

Characters: Veronica Sawyer, Heather Chandler, Heather McNamara, Heather Duke

Pairings: Heather Chandler/Veronica Sawyer (also a mention of Veronica/JD but literally just that)

Summary: prompt for krystarodrigeuz, they wanted basically how everyone and the other Heathers reacted to finding out that Veronica and Heather were dating, modern AU

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peskylilcritter  asked:

made up fic title meme: "such things come in threes"

Um, hm. I’m not sure what the fuck this is, but, now that I’ve done it, I can reblog the title meme again, so. um. yeah. 
@obaewankenope, @lilyrose225writes, @meabhair, @maawi, @eclipsemidnight, @kyberpunk, @stonefreeak, @aidava – thank you all for your help.
*whispers* what the fuck—I’m so sorry. 

Such Things Come in Threes
aka Weird Eldritch Shit, or:
Three Times the Force Said, Fuck This

The Jedi and the Sith have their Codes and their little Laws and Rules and all sorts of Truths they abide by. A Code, they think, can rule their lives, and there’s no use praying to the Force, because the Force is not sentient and does not hear.

Jedi and Sith also don’t like being told they are wrong. But they are, they are so very wrong, so very limited in their understanding of the Force that it’s almost embarrassing.

The Force is everything. Fire and ice, atmosphere and earth and oceans and the vacuum of space. The space between systems, the burning gases and pressed minerals of stars and black holes. Every living and every nonliving thing.

It’s also a great big cosmic power, and It gets a bit bored.

The restrictions the Jedi and Sith have imposed upon themselves over the years are boring. If a cosmic being could possibly understand what numbness felt like, then for the last two or three relative seconds of Its existence, the Force has literally been considering juggling planets out of sheer frustration.

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Fic: Little talks late at night

A little 2x08 reaction fic. Because Alec and Magnus need to talk about what happened on that rooftop. (Word count: 2,351)

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Magnus kept it together as long as they were busy dealing with the aftermath of Magnus’s fight with Iris. Once he had closed the door behind Jace, Clary, Izzy and Simon, he leaned his head against the wood for a second and took a deep breath. Him and Alec needed to talk.

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So Close (part 1 of 5)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: This started as a 4+1 setup on Lin asking you to marry him. It devolved into a study of a year plus some in a relationship, and how you can be so close to the end and yet so far in the blink of an eye.

Word Count: 6580 (oh god I’m so sorry)

Warnings: Medical speak (nothing too graphic), badly translated Spanish, some swears.

Notes:  I am not a medical professional, nor do I speak Spanish, nor have I ever been on Broadway. I put a lot of research into this stuff to make it seem as realistic as possible, but if you can tell me how to fix a situation or change a translation to make it better, please let me know, I’m happy to listen.

I took a lot of inspiration from random things, but I want to point out some of my sources, because they are important.

  • Favorite Human comes from “When You Come Home” by @teamgtnw Take the time to go read that, please, for me.
  • The Hamiltome gave me most of the original cast/crew names and timelines for when things happened (transfer to Broadway, opening night, etc.) I also heavily relied on the timeline on the Hamilton Wiki page.
  • One of the recurring quotes throughout this work comes from Peter Pan. Kudos if you know it.
  • Spanish translations are courtesy of Reverso Contexto. Better than Google, but I’m sure, not infallible. Let me know if I’m way off the mark.
  • Title comes from the Jon McLaughlin song of the same name. It is the over arcing theme song for this fic. Link

This is the first thing I’ve written in at least 5 years, and it’s the first thing I’ve written for a Broadway fandom in 10+ years. Please be kind.

Tags: @musicalmoriarty (my beautiful Goddess, thank you for being my cheerleader!) //// If you want to be tagged, just ask ☺

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One Hell of a Lady

Request: Can I please ask for a fanfic for colossus from xmen with a curvy female  reader? And please, please!! Can the reader not have insecurities?

The house was usually a bit more crowded on weekends. The kids liked to host game, or movie nights, but it seems like everyone went out with Ororo when she proposed a little field trip. You didn’t go, you had kind of hoped that everyone else would take up her offer so that you could have some quiet time. It’s not that you didn’t love the kids, because you did, and it meant so much to you that these kids were able to be around people that could understand them, and treated them like equal members of society, but after dealing with a major break up between two students you were a little tired. The girl spent the last two weeks in your room wholeheartedly sobbing. You were glad she went out for some fresh air. As you walked around the empty halls you could hear movement in the kitchen. It seemed you weren’t entirely alone. You ghosted through the halls to the kitchen, and stood in the doorway. It was Piotr, better known as Colossus. You cleared your throat trying to give indication of your presence. Part of your mutation was soundless movement, and while it seemed inconsequential on the surface, you almost constantly startled everyone if you forgot to announce your presence before they turned around. He looked over his shoulder curiously.

“Oh! Y/N, I thought you would have gone on the trip with the others,” he said, but he seemed pleased to see you all the same.

“They didn’t need anymore chaperones. Ororo convinced Logan to go,” you shrugged, coming to sit at the breakfast bar. You watched him as he moved about the kitchen, sometimes knocking into things, all in all he was very loud. You laughed a little at that, the two of you very different in many ways. The first being grace, or lack-thereof on his part.

“What are you trying to make, ya big lug,” you snickered as you slid off your stool to join him at the counter, “Go, sit down,” you continued laughing as you saw he was struggling with wrapping a burrito, “Jeez, you’re worse than Wade,” you sighed.

“Wade was here?” he asked, you could already hear the slight annoyance in his voice.

“Yeah, he stayed long enough to get a burrito, and tell me my ass was thicker than a snicker,” you smiled a little at the memory. Sure, Wade was not very morally upstanding, but you’ll be damned if he wasn’t charming in his own way.

“I am sorry about him. He is… a work in progress. He should not speak to a lady like that,” he rebuked.

You only shrugged, grabbing a pan off the rack and putting it on the stove, “He’s right though. It’s soft too be he’ll never know that,” you winked at Piotr, and continued your task. You heard him move about and you looked over to see what he was doing. He was not currently metallic,  he rarely was when at home, but he was still physically imposing. You knew you had absolutely nothing to fear, even as he came to stand behind you.

“What? Why are you giving me that look?” you demanded as you looked up at him. He was looking at you as if there was something sad going on.

“You are beautiful, you know-”

“Uh, yeah… yeah I know. Wade was right, I’m thick as hell, and it adds to how cute I am. There are no self esteem issues over here hon, I mean have you seen me in those X Men suits?” you laughed a little, “But thanks for the compliment, cutie,” You lifted your chin and leaned back a bit so he could bend down and kiss you.

“If you ever need a refresher for how soft and beautiful my whole body is, holla at me,” you smiled grabbing the burrito and putting it in the pan. You sealed the tortilla by toasting it the put it on a plate for Piotr.

“Thank you, my lovely.”

“No problem. If you see Wade again, tell him I know he’s the one who keeps sending me stupid text messages.”

“He is a special nuisance to me,” Piotr sighed. You knew that Wade’s constant flirting annoyed Piotr so you made sure to stay transparent about it so he knew where you stood when it came to Wade.

“Well, if you get him to be in the X Men he’ll be even more of a nuisance,” you pointed out.

“Oooh, my ears are all hot, are you two talking about little ole me?” Wade’s voice called as he walked into the kitchen. You rolled your eyes, but only Piotr could see,“There is my favorite X Lady, don’t you think it’s kind of sexist that it’s just the X Men, a fine woman like yourself deserves full inclusion,” he rambled. You turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe. He winked and finger gunned at you.

“What do you want Wade?”

“Just came to check out the finest ass in all the land.”

“Wade,” Piotr’s voice was a warning, you shook your head.

“I wasn’t talking about her, but now I see where your affections lie. And honestly good on you. She is thique and that is with a Q-U-E, real fancy just for you mama,” he gestured to you, “But, I was talking about you. I need your rippling muscle for like…two hours max… ooo is that a burrito?”

“Well it’s been nice you two, but I am going to go enjoy my off time.” you left the kitchen, adding an extra bit of sway to your hips.

“That is one hell of a lady you got there… poor thing how does she survive sex?”

“What do you need Wade?”

You laughed to yourself as you continued back upstairs.

~Mod Lillian

The Convenient Groom

Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: swearing

Authors Note: insanely clever storyline that’s not originally mine but I loved it too much to not use !! also sorry if you aren’t religious, but for this plot I had to use the setting as a church :/

Prompt: you’re a marriage counselor, and when your groom leaves you on the altar, your best friend steps in as your convenient groom

“God damn these shoes.”
You mumbled to yourself as your ankle rolled to the side for maybe the fifth time that evening.
You braced yourself against the wall again as you forced your foot into the second of the pair of pointy white heels, making you insanely uncomfortable and miserable.
Your dress got caught around your legs again, and you cursed in spite of yourself.
For a renown marriage counselor, you realized that you really knew nothing about GETTING married itself.
Of course, that wasn’t your job after all. But you mightily regretted not looking into it more now that you were about to take the leap right now.
Like, as of right now.
You could practically hear the clock ticking as your hair came undone from its pin for what must have been the hairdresser’s worst night yet.
You closed your eyes for a moment, willing the anger that was bubbling to the surface back down as you calmed yourself with thoughts of cutting your wedding cake and getting out of these godforsaken shoes.
You called out, praying that your maid of honor would still be present in the back area to help you out.
The clicking of a pair of heels being worked by experienced feet immediately calmed you as you stopped struggling for a moment to let your friend know of your plight.
Her face poked out from behind the door, and her face turned a bit red at the sight of your mess.
She puffed out her cheeks, but couldn’t help the smile that was stretching across her face.
“You can never make my job easy, can you?”
You smiled gratefully at her as she stood as your balance.
“And yet you wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She rolled her eyes at you, and began fixing the curls that stuck to your neck in a light sheen of nervous sweat.
“Jesus christ, Y/N, you’re sweating as much as Lin before he goes on stage.”
She said, exasperated, as she squirted the sickly sweet perfume onto your neck.
“You would be too if your stomach was being pushed in like this.”
You gestured toward the tightly tied corset around your dress, and begged Pippa to loosen it.
“Just a little; your mom’ll kill me if she sees your ‘rolls’ at any point during this god damn wedding.”
You sighed in relief as the bows that were constricting your comfort were loosened, and you felt like a new woman as she laced the ribbons back to their original state.
“You’re a lifesaver, Pippa.”
“I mean, obviously. It’d be even worse if the bride passed out during the wedding from lack of oxygen. Your mom would kill me even more.”
“You know she adores you.”
“I’m pretty sure she adores my boyfriend even more.”
You cringed as you remembered the time when you and Pippa’s boyfriend had experienced the most awkward encounter of your mother’s attempts to get you a “good, settled-down man”.
“Never again can I eat strawberries and whipped cream. Anyways, how soon until I grace the aisle with my hot mess?”
Pippa caught you as you began falling, and steadied you as you walked the hall.
“About 3 minutes. Might as well get there now.”
You nodded as you eventually regained your balance and began to shuffle down towards the entryway of the church.
Lin stood there, rocking back and forth on his toes as he waited for you to arrive.
Because your dad was physically unable to walk you down the aisle, you had asked Lin.
Who else would you have asked?
He was your best friend, had been since you had met. He had always been there for you, and you knew you could always rely on him one way or another.
“I’m relying on you to help me not fall while I’m walking down this god forsaken aisle, and I better not look like a fucking fool either or it’s on your ass.”
You joked through gritted teeth as you steadied yourself on Lin’s arm.
His melodic laugh was an instant wake-up call, and you felt immediately charged, like that time you had drank 3 5-hour energies to finish an exam.
“If you fall, I’ll buy you Chinese. Deal?”
“Add pizza on the side and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
He smiled, almost a dazed smile, and you opened your mouth to speak before the loud music started.
It then dawned on you that you didn’t have your bouquet with you, and you frantically searched around you before you felt a tap on your shoulder.
Pippa was holding out your bouquet, waving it at you vigorously as she stepped forward to begin walking down the aisle.
You lunged and grabbed it at the last second, and righted yourself as everyone in the crowd gazed upon you.
You felt your face go red as every single person there turned their smile up to 1000 watts and blazed it at you while you began to inch forward.
The crowd rose from their seats as you began your actual walk toward the altar, where your groom was awaiting you.
There was a slight flicker in his smile when he looked at you, as if he felt sorry for you.
It was probably the shoes.
It was definitely the shoes.
You gripped Lin’s arm tighter as you plastered a wide smile on your face as you got closer and closer to your fiancé.
You hadn’t even realized that you’d reached the altar till you felt Lin gently pulling away from you, squeezing your hand as he passed your hand into your future husband’s.
His hand wasn’t as warm as Lin’s, or as comforting, but you quickly forgot all about that as you stared lovingly into the eyes of the only person you’d felt true love toward.
You drowned out the pastor’s voice as you smiled shyly at the man in front of you.
However, he seemed to be avoiding eye contact with you, and his smile had plastic written all over it.
You weren’t a certified marriage counselor for nothing, and you took notice to these signs.
Something was up.
His eyes didn’t have their usual twinkle.
He was avoiding all eye contact, and his hand was just barely touching yours.
You shot a quick glance at him, at last catching his eye and expressing concern on your face.
Finally, it was time for the vows.
The pastor handed Adam the microphone, where he momentarily paused and swallowed.
He started, then shook his head.
“This may be cliché, but…”
He shook his head again.
“I can’t do this.”
He turned to you, a look of pure remorse on his face.
“I’m sorry. You’re a really great woman, Y/N. But this isn’t right for me. Or you.”
You began protesting as he turned on his heel and walked out of the church.
His groomsmen took off after him, and your hands dropped to your side as the microphone rolled away on the floor.
You didn’t know what to do, so you slipped off your shoes and ran out of the church, out of the building, out of the place that would haunt your memories forever.
You found yourself sitting on a bench just outside the church, tears dripping down your face, taking the makeup with it.
You wiped your face, leaving black streaks all over your hands, which made you cry even harder.
Eventually, you felt an arm around your shoulders.
It was Lin, of course it was Lin.
Who else could comfort you right now?
He blew air out through his cheeks, and sighed.
“I don’t really know what to say. I really don’t.”
You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder.
“If I’m such a great girl like he said, then why wasn’t I good enough for him? I’m a marriage counselor and my groom left me on the altar. My whole life is just one big fucking mess.”
You kicked a nearby rock, regretting it soon after when a dull throbbing took its place.
Lin caressed your shoulder.
“Who says you aren’t good enough? He’s not good enough for you. He doesn’t deserve you. Bullshit on his part that he leaves you there. Nothing on you.”
You sniffled, and hugged his torso.
“You’re good enough for me, Y/N. Any day of the week, always and forever.”
Thoughts of Adam stopped immediately, and you sat straight up.
“Lin, you’re right. I’m only good for one person, and that’s you. I’ve just been to stupid to realize it.”
You grabbed his hand, and started running back toward the church, hair flying everywhere.
Upon entering, the crowd was a mess, and they all turned to face you.
You took the engagement ring off your finger and tossed it to the side. You could honestly care less about that gaudy piece of jewelry.
“This is Lin, everyone. Most of you know him. He’s my best friend. One time, awhile ago, he said he’s convenient for anything. You all may think this is too soon for anything, that I’m just delusional right now, but this is Lin, the convenient groom. He’s been with me since the beginning, and I want him to be there till the end.”
You promptly spun around, and kissed Lin on the lips, smiling into the kiss that was made of nothing but love.
“You’ll always be my convenient groom.”