how the hell is he staying up there like that

Father!SHINee

doe~Requested scenario~

This is gonna be a mini headcannon scenario for how SHINee would be as dads.Sorry for not posting yesterday btw. But eyyy im super excited for my holiday, a great way to end summer before going back to hell school.

Anyways, i hope you enjoy this scenario,stay safe and i love you all <3

J-Gull

Originally posted by jinkis

Onew/Lee Jinki

Originally posted by jinkir

  • Okay so he’s a pushover for his kids
  • but like he’s kinda smart asf
  • like the old “oh imma meet up with my friends” excuse his daughter would use to meet up with his girlfriend
  • won’t work on him
  • he’d be like “mhm yup yeah ‘friends’ “
  • drops his kids off and picks his kids up from school whenever he can
  • loves his kids they’re like his best friends
  • pulls pranks on them
  • like pretending to feed them sugar on his finger and then giving them the finger without sugar on return of superman fans where you at
  • shows his kids breaking a walnut with his finger
  • “this is what happens to kids who don’t behave”
  • they end up crying
  • so he gets them ice cream
  • “i’m sorry i didn’t mean it, see it was fake i cut it up before *nervous laughing*
  • literally goes to every single of his kids events
  • “you know you can talk to me about anything right?”
  • cries when his kids go to high school
  • “they grow up so fast”
  • stresses his wife out to the max cuz when he goes shopping with the kids he ends up returning with 10 toys and 83749 unhealthy snacks
  • also lets them stay up past bed time
  • he’s just a really cool dad that wants his kids love

Kim Jonghyun

Originally posted by colorsofshiningstars

  • will get his kids to go to dancing and singing after school academys
  • but if they don’t want to do that he’ll support them 100% with what they wanna do
  • shows his kids ring ding dong
  • and all of his other performances
  • “this one is iconic”
  • “one day you’ll have abs just like daddy”
  • sings them to sleep all the time
  • just sings in general
  • “dad plz stop”
  • *sings louder*
  • “hey let’s go visit uncle key”
  • buys them everything and i mean everything
  • even if they didn’t ask for it
  • “am i better looking than your uncles”
  • if they reply no he will be petty and give them the cold shoulder
  • “i’ll forgive you if you kiss me and say you love me”
  • “hey quick question does this look good on me”
  • “you’re not allowed a boyfriend until you’re 49″
  • adores his kids
  • he’s like their personal cheerleader at their school events and stuff
  • “let’s pose for an insta real quick”
  • “hey who wants to get another dog”
  • the hype dad

Key/Kim Kibum

Originally posted by fightmelulu

  • Fashionista dad
  • will dress his kids to impress
  • “did you dress yourself blindfolded today what are you wearing”
  • kid is literally 4 years old
  • “lets watch my dramas”
  • “being cute will get you no where”
  • “who told you that you could have a boyfriend?
  • “can you pass me the remote”
  • “but it’s right next to you”
  • “and?”
  • teaches his kids how to be savage without meaning to
  • “who taught you how to speak like that?”
  • “you”
  • everyone thinks his kids are little devils with how sassy they are
  • lowkey proud of them tho
  • pretends not to like teir aegyo but he’s lowkey melting
  • *on his daughters prom day*
  • “dad are you crying?”
  • “no you’re wearing so much perfume that it’s burning my eyes”
  • plays pranks on the other members with his kids
  • goes everywhere with his kids they’re like his little possy
  • the well dressed and strong headed family

Choi Minho

Originally posted by smoldinopup

  • the ‘cool’ dad
  • that’s what he calls himself anyway
  • “i was a teenager once i know all the trics in the book nothing gets past me”
  • still ends up being fooled
  • won’t even let his kids win
  • “dad its our bedtime we have school tomorrow”
  • “one more game”
  • does dorky things like speak for his kids toys
  • as we can see in the gif
  • tries to be relatable when his kids are teenagers
  • ends up embarassing himself and his kids
  • all his daughters friends have a crush on him
  • and he knows and uses that information to embarass his daughter
  • takes his son to the gym
  • “watch and learn my boy, this will become your second home”
  • his kids have his eyes
  • they scare the shit out of the members
  • proud asf for that
  • basically his kids are his cabon copies
  • good for him bad for everyone else

Lee Taemin

Originally posted by mintokkies

  • his kids are like nothing like him they’re likehella extroverted
  • “can you order the pizza i don’t feel like talking to strangers rn”
  • super good with kids tho
  • like hella good
  • all the mothers love him
  • says hello to all the kids and parents when picking his own kids up
  • his kids are hella talented
  • signs them up for dancing classes at a young age
  • a v encouraging dad
  • doesn’t have the heart to scold them so his wife does that
  • can’t say no
  • makes cookies with his kids
  • well tries to
  • burns them and then buys them from the shops
  • his wife also dresses the kids cuz he’s awful at it
  • takes them to see his members all the time
  • brings them out o the county so they can expreience different cultures
  • studies with his kids
  • ends up doing their homework for them
  • pushover dad but everyone loves him
  • he’ll learn
Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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You’re Not Dad

A/N: Not that anyone cares I’ve been hella busy and haven’t had time to literally write anything and I still really don’t, but I’m going to anyways bc I have some inspiration. Enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated(:

Characters: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, overprotective Dean, mention of death, yelling, very close relationship b/w Dean and reader? let me know if I missed anything

Tagging: @winchesters-favorite-girl because I think she might be interested and I really love and look up to her as a writer. I hope you don’t mind.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Originally posted by zest-wincest

You loved your brothers more than anything in the world. I mean, you were practically raised by them. John was never around, your mom was just some quick fuck that John had on a hunt. As soon as demons got word that John Winchester knocked up some chick and he had another child, they came and killed your mother when you were only a few months old. Thankfully, your mom got John on the phone as they were trying to get in and he was in town so he saved you. Not your mom though. Dean had been 16 at the time, Sam was 12. You were by far the baby of the family and Sam and Dean made it their mission to protect you from everything. And when I say everything, I mean literally everything. You were never even supposed to have been born. But nevertheless, here you were seventeen years later, alive and kicking, living in the bunker with Sam and Dean, the two best brothers in the entire world.

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Writing is Hard, part 7: The Shower

Summary: Dean doesn’t appreciate the story you write about your first time.

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Warning: Smut, awkward sex gone wrong (but it gets fixed!)

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


It’s a little sweaty when you wake up. Dean’s on his stomach with his face turned away from you, snoring a tiny bit, his body sprawling over the king-sized bed and leaving you curled up in one tiny little corner.

He does look good, though. The sunlight can’t get through the curtains, but you left a lamp on, and the muscles of his back are all exposed in the dim light. You lean up to get a better view and appreciate him fully, and instantly groan. Your muscles hurt. Apparently, you’ve been curled up in knots all night, and you desperately need to stretch out.

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‘man she’s been different since you left.’ he said putting out his cigarette on the wall.
'what do you mean different ?’ he asked, he looked concerned-but after all he was a damn good actor.
'well, she’s been more confident. she’s started wearing clothes that hug her curves in just the right ways. it’s almost as if she’s fearless, she talks in class now. she’s always been like, super smart but like no one really knew -she was always so damn quiet. she’s been going out a lot. I think she’s a bit reckless as well. getting drunk on the weekends, kissing boys she doesn’t care about. she punches shit, her right hand is almost always bruised. I think it’s a wall she put up, so nothing like—this ever happens again. actually she almost told me herself.. she uh. she said she was proving to herself that she could actually live with herself. but god she’s fierce, like more than before. it’s like she’s Selina Kyle, a lone girl who’s smile would get away with murder. she’s also colder, she doesn’t get her hopes up anymore, says it’s pointless, that she’s the only one who will stay. that she picked up the pieces and became her own hero. what I’m getting at here… is how in the hell could you let someone like that go?’
—  be like catwoman (a.j.)
'Oh no.'

‘Oh no.’

Tucker hadn’t meant for this to happen. Honestly his tight ass would have paid any amount of money in the world to PREVENT this from happening.

But it had happened. He had looked over at his life long best friend sleeping against his shoulder and had been struck by the very INTIMATE urge to kiss him on his adorable little freckled nose.

This wasn’t a good thing, because said best friend’s GIRLFRIEND was sleeping against his OTHER shoulder, and every time her hair fell across her face he had to nearly bite his own fingers to stop himself from brushing her fringe aside out of her long lashed eyes.

The three of them had sat down for a movie at Sam’s place, it was one of those few calm nights where the ghosts were chilling in the Zone and NOT causing any trouble for once. Danny was absolutely delighted to spend the night with his friends doing something that DIDN’T involve ghosts.

The two lovebirds had sat beside one another on the lounge, holding hands and being, quite frankly, UNBEARABLY adorable. Tucker warned them that he’d sit on them if they didn’t stop being so mushy and things predictably escalated until they were all but a tangle of goofy limbs hanging precariously off the two seater lounge.

By the time Tucker awoke it was late morning and he was seated firmly between Sam and Danny, both having cuddled right up to him in the night, his left arm was warm under Sam’s weight, but his entire right side was borderline numb beneath Danny’s clinging arms. Boy was a leach, he had always been clingy when they shared beds as kids but back then he didn’t have a big ol’ chunk of freezing cold ectoplasm sitting pretty in his chest.

But cold be damned Tucker was squished up with BOTH his crushes practically sleeping on top of him, no force on Earth or in the Zone could possibly make him move right now. He was staying right here where he could stew in his delight and guilt for the rest of eternity.

Until Danny stirred and an arm pressed against his bladder. Heck. He needed to pee, like, really REALLY needed to pee.

Tucker stayed nestled up in the cuddle pile for as long as he could stand it before heaving a sigh so heavy even Thor couldn’t lift it. Somehow he managed to wrangle himself out without waking either of his friends and he waddled to the bathroom to relieve himself.

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he stood in the cold tiled room. Why. No seriously, WHY. How in the fresh hell did he manage to fall head over heels not only for ONE of his best friends, but BOTH of them, and to top it off they were both DATING each other. He literally could not have picked a worse scenario.

He could wake up one morning with 'Bad Luck Tuck’ tattooed to his forehead and he still couldn’t possibly feel more unlucky than he did in this instant.

It took all of his willpower not to always end his and Sam’s constant meat vs vegan fights by smooching her on those enticingly smooth cheekbones, and Danny was even WORSE. Every time that asshole so much as SMILED Tucker’s heart would start thumping like it was trying to put him into cardiac arrest, it was just all those freckles and that little chip in his tooth and-

Oh God stooooop. He needed to stop, he needed to stop right the heck now before he became the first human being to pass out from overexposure to adorkableness. Honestly? Fuck his friends for being so cute. This was all their fault, they could at least have considered his feelings before growing up to be so adorably kissable.

He’d tried so hard to deny it to himself, he tried SO hard to fall back out of love with them but after waking up that morning nestled between those two precious asshats he realised that he had lost this battle, and he had lost it HARD.

But, at the very least, living with a superhero as your best friend taught you some pretty useful life skills. One of those skills being how to Lie Like a Motherfucker to Everyone You Care About. So without further ado Tucker washed his hands, took a moment to stare his lovestruck gaze away in the mirror, and went back out to throw a shoe at his best friend’s head for making his arm numb through the night.

He loved his friends, he loved them with everything he had and that was why he could never tell them how he felt.

————

'Oh no.’

Sam was honestly pissed, no scratch that, she was more than pissed. She was FURIOUS. Her rage burned with the intensity of her mother’s artificially whitened teeth, and she couldn’t even take it out on anyone, because the focus of her ire was her own stupid stupid brain.

She had always been equally close to both of her friends, in fact she had only very rarely hung out with one or the other alone, and every time she did it felt just… so uncomfortable. It took a long time to really sort out what that feeling was, but even when she did it made no sense.

It was GUILT, she felt GUILTY. Why did she feel guilty? Danny and Tucker sometimes hung out together without her, and that was fine, she was fine with it, they’d been friends since before she came along, but why couldn’t she do the same?

Every time one of them was over her house without the other it almost felt like she was cheating on someone, and that only got MORE disturbing after she and Danny started dating. Because suddenly? It very well COULD have been cheating.

But it wasn’t. And she kept telling herself it wasn’t. She had never kissed Tucker while she and Danny were dating. They had never even held hands.

But God damn, the realisation that had just struck her was enough to make her want to slap herself for ever becoming such a cliché piece of romance movie tripe.

She had just been sitting there, sipping on her smoothie when Tucker did that Thing. She hated that Thing. That Thing where he’d say something that he knew full well was the vocal equivalent of a tumblr shitpost but he ALSO knew she’d found it fucking hilarious and while she tried her damnedest not to let a smile loose he’d send her a big shit eating grin that made her stomach roll and her tongue feel dry. Yeah, THAT Thing.

She was crushing on Tucker, she was crushing on Tucker so hard. She was head over heels for her best friend, her BOYFRIEND’S best friend. Literally EVERYTHING about this situation was the reason she hated 90% of the movies she ever saw. Love triangles were the worst plague fiction had ever suffered and suddenly she realised it had spread it’s nasty little friendship killing tendrils into her life.

She was determined, however, not to fall into the awful trap that so many would think was inevitable, and she did so by keeping her mouth firmly shut about it. She had the willpower to go face to face against ghosts twice her size, and had been through more than one bout of emotional and mental manipulation by others of the ghostly kind. She was not about to lose this battle with herself and destroy not only her relationship, but also the much more valuable friendship she held with both boys.

Sam got up and gathered everyone’s Nasty Burger food scraps to throw into the bin, taking the brief moment to let her face twist in grief over what she’d have to do. With the rubbish gone and her resolve hardened, she slathered her face in smiles and ease, walking back to the table and acting with the skill and grace of someone who had been lying to protect her best-friend-turned-boyfriend for years. Her true feelings shoved somewhere deep between a pit of self-loathing and the core of her love for the boys she cared more about than anyone on this earth, including herself.

———-

'Oh no.’

Danny was in trouble. Danny was in so so so so SO much trouble.

Honestly? At first he hadn’t even realised he was doing it, Tucker had been his friend for such a long time, it had only seemed natural to invite him out everywhere when he and Sam made plans. But Danny was starting to realise the tension it was causing.

Neither of them said anything but sometimes Danny could pick up on… something. Of course he knew what it was, since he’d started officially dating Sam, Tucker had become somewhat of a third wheel.

Danny had never considered his friend to be out of place or unwanted, but he wasn’t sure Sam felt the same way. Maybe she wanted it just to be the two of them, maybe she just wanted some alone time with her boyfriend. She wouldn’t say anything, Danny figured she didn’t want to seem clingy or harsh but, why else would things suddenly start feeling so… weird?

He tried to make the effort to go on at least a couple dates with Sam without inviting Tucker, but honestly he just couldn’t help but think something was missing, and it really didn’t seem to be helping with Sam’s tension. She tried to hide it, she really did, and it wasn’t as though she was bad at it, Danny just knew her too well. Her and Tucker, he was hiding something too.

And Danny was starting to think he knew what it was. They had NOTICED.

He thought he was doing such a good job keeping his feelings from being too obvious, he was used to acting differently around certain people by now (having an alter ego did that to a guy), but obviously his friends knew him too well.

It might have been the touching, yep, yep it definitely could have been the touching. Danny was an extremely touchy person and his gentle caresses and nuzzles weren’t particularly picky about which friend received them. He definitely remembered a time when he straight up snuggled his face right into Tucker’s neck during what was probably an EXTREMELY un-platonic hug.

Other events on the 'Danny is a two timing doofus’ calendar included:

'Holding hands with both Sam AND Tucker while walking down the street.’

'Very delicately running his fingers over Tucker’s leg one time when he’d thrown them on Danny’s lap and honestly there was absolutely nothing heterosexual about that moment.’

'Every time Tucker laughed so hard he snorted Danny thought his heart would straight up melt into a puddle of goo, and then SAM would start doing that super adorable giggle that she was really self conscious of and her trying not to laugh made her pull this fACE and Tucker would lose his mind and start snorting all over again and-’

Danny had to stop himself right there before his heart completely dissolved because for the love of the Ancients his friends were both way too hecking precious for their own good and he loved them, he loved them sooo much. He loved them both.

And they probably knew it.

And boy that meant he was in deep trouble.

Would Sam break up with him? Would this ruin their friendship? Nobody was SAYING anything but Danny knew that stewing over something like this was just going to lead to an explosion of awkward raging teen angst worthy of a place on an MCR album.

If they weren’t gonna bring it up then Danny would just have to… get it out of the way.

Oh boy, he did not want to do this, nuh uh, no sir, he did not want to be standing in his bedroom shifting uncomfortably before his two beautiful, patient, wonderful friends. He would have loved to be sitting BETWEEN them however he deemed such a position to be quite, how the professionals would say, INA-FUCKING-PROPRIATE considering the subject at hand.

No, standing in front of them was slightly better, only slightly because Danny felt like an absolute nervous piece of half human trash. Maybe he could just jump out the window and throw himself into a dumpster, that would speed things along. He would probably end up there by the end of this conversation anyway.

He decided to just do it, stop beating around the blood blossom bush and just get it DONE. Unfortunately Danny hadn’t practiced what he was going to say beforehand, so when he finally resolved to just blurt it all out he literally did… just that.

“I’VE GOTTA HUGE CRUSH ON TUCKER AND I DUNNO WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT.”

By the time his brain caught up to his words his dumpster diving plan was sounding significantly more appealing. There was probably some kind of banana skin pun he could have used there but he was far too stressed to figure it out.

Tucker didn’t respond, he appeared to be trying to bury his face into his hat. A kind of wheezing noise was coming out of him, Danny couldn’t tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Sam let out a long breath that whistled between her lip piercings.

“Holy shit me too.”

The Tucker sound continued, raising to a nearly imperceptible level. Danny was just beginning to think it might have been a Bad sound when Tucker pulled his face back into the world, his glasses were all fogged up but he stopped making the noise.

Sam and Danny both waited for him to say actual words but Tucker.exe seemed to have stopped working. Once he’d gained his breath he was back to wheezing into his hat. Sam hesitantly put a hand on his back.

“Are you actually okay or are you like, dying?”

Muffled words were said into the hat, none of which could be repeated around children. Danny was juuuust about to start attempting to will himself into spontaneous combustion when he recognised a very distinct sound emanating from the hat.

Snorting, Tucker was snorting like a god damn pig. Danny’s shaky legs gave out below him and he sat on the floor, shoving his face into the carpet as he laughed along with his best friend. He didn’t know what was happening right now, but he was Having Emotions and the floor just seemed like the right place for that.

Also he needed to look somewhere that wasn’t Sam. She was trying not to laugh and she was pulling That Face and Danny just couldn’t handle it right now and really the floor was great why didn’t he spend more time here.

Tucker felt as though he was finally ready to leave the comforting world of Hat Land and face the unbeLIEVABLE realisation that all of his dreams had just come true in a ten second span of time, he felt like he had just been blessed by the gods, his skin was clear, his crops were flourishing and world peace had been established. Today was a good day to start ugly sobbing in front of the two most important people in his life.

“I love both you guys too!!” Tucker half laughed, half cried, and then just straight up cried, “I’ve wa-wanted to smooch you both sooo bad for like, MONTHS!”

The moment his snorting turned to sobbing he was immediately accosted by a pair of equally snotty emotional wrecks. Danny, still on the floor, had plopped his head on Tucker’s lap and just started balling his eyes out, like he was really going for gold in 'Most Tears Shed on One Lap’. Sam, on the other hand, had commandeered Tucker’s upper half for a simple bone breaking, teary hug.

The next few hours were just chock full of used tissues, an inappropriate amount of snacks and some deep, heartfelt discussions about what the fuck their relationship was gonna be.

Honestly they were just happy to be so open and at ease with one another again, the sun poured into Danny’s bedroom window as the three of them dozed in the warm pool of light. Laying across one another, their imagined boundaries finally broken, they could finally talk shit about each other for making them feel so mushy.

——

“Oh NO.”

Paulina said out loud at the scene before her. Those three dorks were sitting together at their usual lunch table, all bunched up ridiculously close together and if she wasn’t mistaken she had just seen Danny turn around and KISS TUCKER ON THE MOUTH while Sam, his GIRLFRIEND, just watched?!

“Oh yes.” Star deadpanned, not seeming too fazed by the weirdness happening before her.

“I didn’t think those three could get any more confusing, but I have no idea what’s happening over there right now.” Paulina sat back in her chair, arms crossed.

“Really?” Star raised an eyebrow. “You seriously didn’t see this coming? Those three,” she pointed with a delicately painted pink nail, “have been perfect polygamy material for like, three years.”

“Perfect what material?” Paulina’s face was all scrunched up in confusion, her little nose wrinkled up and her lips pursed in just the cutest little pout-

Star’s stomach fluttered alarmingly.

'Oh no.’

Got7 when you sit on their lap and snuggle up to them

Jackson:

At first, when you climbed on his lap, he would all giggly, making fun of you a little. He just loved to make you blush. But in the end he wouldn’t let you get off so easily, since he actually thought you were to cute for this world.

“Wait, stay, stay! I didn’t want to make fun of you.”

Originally posted by got7ish

Jaebum:

He would be wondering what the hell you were trying to do, but as soon as he realized you were sitting on his lap, snuggling up to him, he would smile widely. He would hug you back, just being very happy to have you in his life. As soon as he got bored tho, he would try to start a make out session.

Originally posted by magiccastles

 

Youngjae:


That little sunshine

He would absolutly love it, holding you tighter and burying his face in the crook of your neck, telling you how cute you were. Moments like that would be his favorite about your relationship.

“Yah (Y/N), how can you be so adorable?”

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae

 

Yugyeom:

 

When you suddenly tried to climb on his lap, he would be like ‘Wtf is she doing’. But he would melt quite fast when you snuggled up to him, telling him you wanted to cuddle. He wouldn’t be able to hide his smile, thinking how lucky he was. However, when dance training starts, be prepared to get pushed of.

that savage

Originally posted by chichangyu

Jinyoung:

 

I don’t know why, but he doesn’t seem like the type of boyfriend who would love to have you on his lap. He would start laughing when you sat down on his lap, thinking it was somehow cute. But he would get enough very soon, asking you to cuddle in another position.

“I mean, this is quite cute, but my legs are gone dead… Let’s move to the couch?”

Originally posted by markjin

Mark:

 

Mark would also love it. He might seem like a 'Bad Boy’ with his tattoos and stuff, but he would just love you being all cute and adorable. He would most probably be used to it, helping you to get on his lap and pulling you closer. The two of you would understand each other without words.

“Come here, jagi~~”

Originally posted by jinmarkk

 

Bam Bam:

 

Proud af. First thing he would do is a selfie with you on his lap, wanting everybody to see that you were his and only his. He wouldn’t even mind someone coming in. If he was in a cuddly mood that day, he would also snuggle up to you. If he wasn’t, he might get bored after some time.

“You know, I love cuddling and stuff, but we could go shopping!”

Originally posted by kunpimuak


 

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Dear Evan Hansen in Hogwarts AU (headcanons!!)

(takes place in an “OOPS CONNOR IS ALIVE” au!)


•Jared gets placed in Ravenclaw mainly because of his computer skills and because it’s also a house that holds people who are, well, unique

•Alana is in Slytherin for her determination and ambition, despite wanting to be in Ravenclaw because she’s convinced all the smart people HAVE to be there

•Zoe, tough and independent Zoe Murphy, gets put in Hufflepuff and while everyone else is floored she isn’t the least bit surprised

•Connor gets put in Ravenclaw because again it’s a house that welcomes people who are considered weird or out of the ordinary and we all know Connor has been considered a “freak” by so many people after the second grade printer incident

•And Evan Hansen—the anxious, reserved Evan Hansen—goes to Gryffindor. And everyone goes INSANE. You can even hear Jared from the front of the Ravenclaw table yell “wHAT THE FUCK?” before promptly getting whacked on the head by Connor.

•Alana is absolutely terrified of all the other Slytherins at first because of all the stories she’s heard about Slytherin being a bad house and stuff like that and because of that has trouble settling in

•But then one Slytherin girl befriends her and she realizes that Slytherin isn’t too bad of a house and she starts getting more comfortable with everyone

•Connor and Jared are absolutely pissed to be in the same house and they can’t stand each other and constantly annoy the other Ravenclaws by their bickering

•Jared is a muggleborn

•Alana and the Murphy siblings are pureblood

•Evan is a halfblood

•Evan finds out that the reason why his dad left him and Heidi when he was younger was because it wasn’t safe for a wizard like him to be out in the muggle world anymore and he had to leave Evan with Heidi because it was safer for him to be away from them

•And he has incredible trouble coping with this and actually takes it against his dad for some time before coming to terms with it

•Zoe is surprisingly taken as a beater for Quidditch

•And he would never admit it but Connor comes to watch every game Zoe’s in

•Connor also watches Zoe’s every single move in Quidditch and will literally murder anyone who even just almost hurts her

•Meanwhile Jared’s a Keeper, and he especially likes Quidditch because “the Quaffle looks like a huge bathbomb, what can be more awesome than that?”

•Alana keeps track of the scores and announces what’s going on and actually got paid once by Connor to focus ONLY on Zoe and what’s happening to her during a Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor match

•Connor was seriously also ready to beat Jared up after he accidentally injured Zoe

•"Connor, it’s just a bruise!!“ “ITS HIS FAULT I’LL NEVER FORGIVE HIM ZOE HE BETTER APOLOGIZE TO YOU OR THAT MOTHERFUCKER WILL HEAR FROM ME”

•During classes, Evan absolutely loves Herbology and is quite obviously the teacher’s favorite as he knows all about any type of magical plant

•Because of this he’s barely afraid of the whomping willow as well

•Which, of course, amazes everyone because the whomping willow is basically like a tree from the depths of hell

•Connor also does incredibly well at Defense Against the Dark Arts and just blows everyone away after acing practically every homework, test, lesson and essay there is to the class

•Alana is a huge Potions nerd, and she loves measuring and computing for all the ingredients needed to make a certain concoction and she always stays up late in the Slytherin common room with that one good friend she has trying to figure out how to do a certain tricky potion

•Jared, meanwhile, amazes everyone at Transfiguration. He even somehow learned how to turn into a mouse within his first year

•However he wasn’t very lucky when Connor transformed into a cat and started chasing him in rat form

•He got injured with claw marks all over his body in human form and had to go to Evan to get some healing herbs applied to his wounds

•"That hurts, Evan.“ “Sorry, just bear with it for a little longer please.” “It burns like the fires of hell.” “How do you know what the fires of hell feel like?” “Hansen, I’m the insanely cool Jared Kleinman. I’ve been through hell and back and still managed to look dashing and I still maintain my awesomeness.”

(More hogwarts au headcanons coming soon, maybe even for other musicals. Submit some to me if you have your own. Also feel free to leave an ask recommending which musical I should make hogwarts aus out of. I’m cool with anything as long as I’m into it)

Dating Tom Holland would include...

Originally posted by spiderholland

A/N: Horrible day to hate my baby boy Tom, lol sorry not sorry. Also, Izzy this is for you (I know you’re gonna read it ♥)

Writer: Jess

  • Probably meeting him at a party or something
  • Tom being pretty self conscious around you while you two are not actually dating
  • Purely because he wants you to fall in love with Thomas Stanley Holland, not Tom “Spiderman” Holland, you know what I mean? 
  • And the thought of opening up so much to someone is kind of scaring for him
  • But once you are dating him, things change
  • Tom being as lowkey as he can about his relationship with you, at first 
  • His fans starting to suspect as you’re always with him, Haz and Harry
  • Having to deal with both the love and the hate you start to receive from them
  • Tom losing his fear of what can possibly happen because “life is too short, love, I gotta show you off”
  • Him taking you to every single premiere he goes
  • Some of them you’re gonna be on the red carpet with him, the other ones you’re just gonna be around with Haz
  • But you’re always gonna be there
  • Flying around the world with Tom whenever he has a press tour to do
  • Him asking you for a good luck kiss before every and any interview
  • So please, make sure you’re always around him, otherwise he’s gonna be like “Okay, Harrison, I can’t find my (Y/N), you’re gonna have to kiss me”
  • Actually, you having to deal with how close Tom is to Haz - and you loving it, because coME ON?????
  • Spending a lot of time with Haz when Tom is busy with a photoshoot or anything like that
  • Being really close to his family, to the point that sometimes his parents only let his brothers travel with him because you’re going too
  • Defending Harry when Tom teases him about his crush on you
  • “Thomas, I’m going to leave you for him, leave the kid alone!”
  • Facetiming your family and Tom simply joining you by shouting “HI, FAMILY”
  • Him going to visit your family with you
  • Having little silly fights with him, just like every single couple 
  • Tom crossing his arms and clenching his jaw when he’s mad at you
  • Kissing all over his jaw until he cracks a smile or pulls you for a hot kiss
  • Sex with Tom being either totally funny, awkward, loud and quick
  • Or slow, passionate, deep, quiet and sweaty
  • Him giving you piggy back rides
  • Borrowing his jackets
  • Planing a super birthday party for him
  • Staying awake the whole night just cuddling and listening to music with him
  • Having tons of playlists with him
  • Playlist for when you two are sleeping, cooking, on the car, having sex, flying, cleaning the house
  • Plus Tom never letting you clean his apartment alone
  • Staying with Tessa when he’s on another city/state/country and you couldn’t go with him
  • Tessa sleeping between you two sometimes
  • Having your pictures all over his instagram because like I said, he wants to show you off
  • Tom mentioning you on interviews but never calling you by your name
  • Whenever he talks about you, you’re “my girl”
  • Him loving to kiss you slowly for looong minutes
  • Making out with him all the time - on parties, before premieres, before going to sleep, while cooking, etc
  • “Hey, do you wanna make out?”
  • “Sure”
  • Tom being such a sucker for the way you hug him that he basically loves hugging you more than anything else
  • Massaging his back after a long time at the gym because he just works so hard to stay on that shape
  • Blaming you for it
  • “You’re always craving for pizza and ice cream, of course it’s on you, (Y/N)”
  • Waking him up at 3am to go eat some burgers
  • And Tom being like “hell yeah, let’s go”
  • Tom hating to see you cry and kissing your tears away, always
  • Holding your hands when you’re sad so somehow you know he’s there with you
  • Him always sleeping shirtless and wraping his arms around you, no matter how hot it is
  • “Thomas, I’m sweating, let me go”
  • “Shh, I’m sleeping”
  • Eskimo kisses after waking up in the morning
  • Sharing tons of cups of tea/coffee with him
  • Saying “I love you” to each other at least once a day
  • Both of you being beyond the whole jealous thing because you know none of you are actually going to leave the other
Summer Fling Part 9

Title: Summer Fling: The Time Dean Winchester Made Dinner

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4,054

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Cheating, Mentions of an Unhealthy Relationship.

Summary: After months of struggling, an impulse decision puts you on the road from Sioux Falls to Lawrence Kansas, hoping that your father, Bobby Singer, will take you in for the summer.  A breath of fresh air. A change of scenery. But little did you know, this summer was going to change your life forever.

Summer Fling Masterlist

A/N: I can’t believe we’re on part 9 already! We’re almost halfway done the series! I would love if you could leave me some feedback. Literally anything would be amazing. Everything happens in time. Enjoy!

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Your name: submit What is this?

You began to stir, your body felt relaxed and well rested for the first time all week. You felt a weight on your waist. Your eyes flew open and you soon realized just where you were. Dean’s room, you thought with a smile playing on your lips. It was Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist, and his chest pressed against your back. You stayed the night and spent it next to him. You opened up to him and here he was. Your boyfriend.

 You carefully turned in his hold, trying your hardest not to wake him in the process. You met with his sleeping form and a smile spread across your cheeks. Dean was so peaceful looking when he slept. The morning light shone perfectly, and you were able to see every freckle that peppered over his nose and cheeks. His hair was sticking up in different directions, his stubble was growing a little more. He was a handsome man and he was all yours. You wanted to drown him in kisses and show him just how much you appreciated him.

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When Quiet Is Violent - Part 1

Masterlist  -  Part 2

Summary: You’re retired, living a quiet and secure life when your ex turns up on your doorstep with his best friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)

Prompt(s): Okay I know I already wrote Night Walks with these prompts but I really wasn’t happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarosita request: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky?

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Plus anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: light talk of injuries and treating them, nightmares, probably swearing, I think that’s it!

Word Count: 3210

Author’s Note: I started this in fucking January when my brother and I were belting Whitney and it got me thinking about how much I love The Bodyguard and how I’d kill for that lake house and this idea hit, except I’m not about that damsel in distress life so this is a lil different. And iiiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiii will always LOVE YOUUUUU

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

The morning after a snowstorm was always your favorite here. The already quiet forest around your cabin rendered utterly silent, tree branches heavy and yielding to the new snow. You loved the pale blue light and how the morning sun made every surface glitter with the day’s new ice crystals. You could practically feel the static electricity in the air, dancing across your skin snapping little sparks when you rubbed your hands over your arms for warmth. Past time to light a fire.

A quick glance at your phone told you they weren’t here. Not yet. You tried not to be annoyed, knowing that if he called you he must really need help and safety. Naturally a night owl, the 4:30am call was a harsh awakening but when you saw “Steve” on the caller ID everything shifted. It always did for him. He carried a sense of urgency everywhere he went and your history made it impossible to ignore.

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EXO reaction when you find out they’re a part of a mafia

Request:  Hi! Can you do exo reaction when you find out they are in mafia? Thank you very much!!!

Hell. Yes. I. Can. I actually live for mafia! exo so thank you you angel for requesting this. Here it goes.


Xiumin:

Since you were now married, Xiumin thought it would be right to tell you. You can’t leave him now that you’re married to him, not that he would let you if you weren’t either. You truly loved Minseok, you did. You promised each other that you would love each other unconditionally until the end of time. You even said so in your vows.

As much as you loved him, or thought you did, you couldn’t take this. He lied to you for years but worse than that, he’s a cold blooded murderer. When you demanded a divorce he just scoffed.

‘’But darling, we just got married. We haven’t even been on our honey moon yet.’’

‘’Stop playing games Minseok! I can’t be with a murderer like you!’’

‘’I’m sorry but did you forget what you said in your vows? That you would love me no matter what, until the end of time. You promised jagi, and I expect you to keep that promise.’’

Originally posted by baekintime

Suho:

You really wished you didn’t find out. You couldn’t believe your ears. Junmyeon thought you were upstairs so he decided to make a phone call. You just went downstairs to ask him what movie does he wanna watch tonight, but stopped in your tracks as you heard him talking rather angrily on the phone. He was in the kitchen when you were right outside of the door. What he said was enough for you to connect the dots.

All the late night shifts, the long hours, the traveling, the smell of blood that you sometimes noticed on his clothes. You always ignored it or just thought that your mind was playing tricks on you. But now you knew. And so did he. He knew that you found out as soon as he walked through that door. He saw the look of shock and fear on your face.

‘’This was bound to happen sooner or later. But, just so you know, you’re still mine. This changes nothing between us.’’

‘’What are you talking about? It changes everything! Junmyeon I need to leave I-’’

‘’Woah, woah there sweetheart. You aren’t going anywhere. You are my  fiancé, my angel. I can’t let you go.’’

‘’You’re crazy!’’

He laughs ‘’Maybe, but only for you.’’

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


Lay:

You found out about Yixing’s dirty little secret after a bunch of men kidnapped you. They thought you knew, but you didn’t. Not until then at least. They held you in their prison for days, trying to pry information out of you. You were completely broken. You thought you would die in there, after you just found out your boyfriend of a couple of years was a part of the mafia. Yixing of course came after you. You were not thinking straight, you forgot all the hate and fear and just ran into his arms, because you were finally out of that prison. When you were walking to the car, for Yixing to take you home, you saw more than a few dead bodies. This brought you back to the harsh, painful reality. You couldn’t get in a car with a murderer.

‘’Yixing, I… I can’t stay with you. Not after this. I need to leave.’’

‘’What do you mean leave? I just got you back, you can’t just leave me after I’ve searched and worried for you day and night. After fearing that I lost the one I loved-’’

‘’Well, you did. If you truly loved me you’d let me out of this hell.’’

He looked up at you with tears in his eyes ‘’Let you go? I can’t. I love you. You can’t just leave me like this! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!’’

‘’Yixing I need to leave! Not that I only need to leave, I want to leave! I can’t stay with someone like you.’’

His heart broke at that moment. He couldn’t believe that he has to do this. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t let you leave. You’re his everything.

‘’I’m sorry baobei.’’ was all he said before he nodded at his men, and the next thing you felt were handcuffs clicking on your wrists.

You just looked at him with complete disappointment and disbelief, while he avoided eye contact.

Originally posted by wendeer


Baekhyun:

You were married to Baekhyun for almost a year, and you couldn’t be happier. Until one night. You were having dinner as usual and everything was normal. Except Baek wasn’t that talkative. You guessed it was something that happened at work and didn’t want to bother him about it. Then he casually, like he was having a normal conversation, said that he was a part of the mafia.

‘’Just thought it was time you should know.’’

The fork and knife you held clattered to the plate. You swallowed nervously, you were in complete shock. ‘’You’re kidding, right?’’

‘’No, I’m not. When did I ever lie to you?’’

‘’Um, maybe these past few years?!’’ you yelled. You didn’t plan on yelling that loud, it just came out.

‘’What did you expect me to do Y/N? Just mention to you on our first date that I’m in the mafia?’’

‘’You don’t seem to have a problem with it now!’’

‘’Because now you can’t leave. We’re married.’’

You laughed in his face ‘’Can’t leave? Sure as hell I can! Watch me.’’

You stomped to the door. You looked behind you to see if he was going after you, but he wasn’t. He continued sitting at the table. When you made it to the double door, you swung it open only to find two tall men with guns in their hands.

Now it was his turn to laugh in your face.

‘’You’re not going anywhere without me, sweetheart.’’

Originally posted by kai-tastrophe


Chen:

You knew for a couple of weeks now, he told you one night. And that night is the night you stopped seeing him as your loving, caring Jongdae. You were of course not going to stay with him, but you didn’t react right away. You were a smart woman, he wasn’t going to trap you that easily. So you waited a week to catch him off guard when you do actually try to leave.

And you did. You somehow sneaked out and now, instead of Seoul, you were in Busan. First mistake. Busan is too close so he tracked you down easily. 

You were lying on your bed in your small hotel room trying to sleep. You were close, until you heard a knock on the balcony door. You groggily got up, still sleepy, but you woke up quickly when you saw Jongdae waving at you from the other side of your balcony. He gestured at you to move away from the glass, and in fear, you did. He pulled out a gun and shot it at the glass making it break. He stepped into your hotel room with open arms and a smile on his face.

‘’Baby! I missed you!’’ He said with an overly cheerful voice. ’’I gotta say, it was clever of you to catch me off guard like this. I always knew you were intellegent.’’ He then grabbed your face roughly. ’’My type of woman,’’ and with that, he started kissing you. Roughly.

‘He’s insane’ you thought. But then you realized you were kissing him back with just as much passion. ‘I’m insane.’

And you went home with him. To your home.

Originally posted by ceozhang


Chanyeol:

You didn’t even know this guy. Alright you kind of did, but you felt like you didn’t know him. You were dating this sweet, sweet guy for almost two months now and it was the best two months of your life. Until one night.

You were at this exlusive ass club together that he somehow got you two into and as it was pretty late and you were tired as hell, you decided to go home. You two were walking to the parking lot that was not far but not close from the club either. As you were walking down a shady street, a couple of sleezy guys started hitting on you. Chanyeol was furious, which was understandable.

But when three guys tried holding him back while the other one had you cornered against a wall with a knife against your neck, he didn’t hesitate to kill.

It all happened so fast. He swiftly pulled out his gun, that you had no idea he had, and shot each and every one of them. The rest was just a blur of tears and him frantically trying to comfort you and explain what he said. The only thing you caught was that he was in the mafia.

You tried to free yourself from his grip and run away somewhere, as far away from him as you could. But his grip on you was too strong it hurt.

‘’Let me go! HELP! HE-’’

He pressed his hand against your mouth blocking your screams. He had no idea what to do now. He, a man that was a part of a big and dangerous mafia, had no clue what to say or do now. So he pleaded. For the first time in his life, he pleaded.

‘’Please don’t leave me. You can’t. You won’t right? Look at what I did to protect you. I love you. I’ve never loved anyone. We’re gonna go home now okay? And you’re gonna stay with me right? Yeah.’’

You didn’t know if this guy was sick or something, but you kept shaking your head with tears streaming down your eyes and he somehow took that as a yes.

Not that you have a choice anyway.

Originally posted by parkchny


D.O:

You were his princess. No, his queen. His everything. None of this would matter without you. The money, the houses, the cars, the mafia, his life. He was nothing without you. He was never this weak around anyone. And Kyungsoo doesn’t like being weak.

He trusted you with this. With his secret. You acted understanding at first, only a little scared. That was very smart of you. But when he found out you went to the fucking police with all of this information about him he lost it. You forced him and his people to kill a bunch of officers. His gang wanted to kill you too, but him, being the love struck idiot he is, did not allow it. He would never ever let anyone hurt his angel.

That doesn’t mean he still trusts you though. On the contrary, he lost all trust in you. He swore to himself he would never be completely honset with you again. He still fucking loves you though. Of course he does. You made him weak.

Even though you were the one in the cage in his room and he was the one with the key to it you still managed to control him. 

‘’I can’t believe you did that to me.’’ He laughed ‘’You betrayed me. I should never let you out of this cage. Actually, I should let my gang kill you. But I can’t. I love you. As cunning or backstabbing you are, I love you,’’ he sighed. ‘’But you’re not getting out of that cage soon.’’

‘’But Soo~’’ you said in a voice that made him melt. ‘’You know I love you too. And I’m sorry I went to the police. But can you blame me? I panicked! I would never betray you on purpose. Now, baby, let me out of this cage?’’

Lies, lies, lies. You were lying and you both knew it. He damn well knew that lying, evil poison was dripping from your lips. But how could you make it sound so beautiful and innocent? Truly a goddess he had before him.

So he unlocked the cage which you then crawled out of. He took you in his arms which you got comfortable in. You burried your head in his neck and, knewing he could feel it, smirked.

Originally posted by kimxiumindaddy


Kai:

He didn’t want to tell you. He wanted to keep it a secret forever. But you deserved the truth. And it crushed you. It crushed him as well. As soon as he told you you fell apart in front of him. It broke his heart to see you so scared and sad. It hurt his soul when you flinched when he came closer to you. He just wanted to comfort you but you slapped his hand away.

‘’I hope you know that I love you and that this doesn’t change anything. I wi-’’

You cut him off right there, ‘’Doesn’t change anything? It changes absolutely everything Jongin!’’ you screamed ‘’You’re a murderer! A killer! How am I supposed to be with someone like that? How am I supposed to have a family with someone like that?’’ The last part came out in a whisper.

Jongin also had tears in his eyes. ‘’F-family?’’

‘’Yes a family! We’re married. We’re supposed to have a future together. We were supposed to have kids that would have normal lives. Now all of that is out of the question.’

‘’It’s not! We’re still married! We can still have a family! I still love you!’’

‘’Yeah, well I can’t say the same back anymore.’’

‘’You’re lying.’’ His voice cracked.

Of course you were lying. You were lying to him and to yourself.

‘’You’re lying. You’re lying! You’re not gonna leave me.’’

‘’I can’t be with a murderer.’’

That’s what he was. A murdurer. A drug dealer. A hacker. Everything you teach your kids not to be. He knew this. And it ate his soul away every night. Except when you’re with him. With you he felt like Jongin and not like Kai- the mafia’s assasin. He couldn’t let something precious like that go.

So he didn’t. ‘’You’re my happiness. I can’t let my happiness go.’’ And so your fate was sealed.

Originally posted by xehun


Sehun:

When he one day came back home late, as usual, he saw you and all most of your belongings were gone. He was disappointed honestly. He trusted you. He knew he’d get you back easily though, so he decided not to panic. He kept calm while he called a couple of his ‘friends’ to help him find you. Sehun would never admit it but his heart shattered to pieces.

He was hurt.

But he knew this would happen sooner or later. Deep inside he hated himself for doing what he does. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t get out of this world so with years of practice he pushed the guilt to the back of his mind. he couldn’t escape. And neither could you.

When you came face to face again both you and him expected him to be angry, but he was more hurt than angry.

‘’Why did you just leave like that? Without saying goodbye? Without a single note behind?’’

‘’What did you expect me to do Sehun? Stay with a murderer? A terrorist? I honestly can’t understand you-’’, you would’ve went, when he interupted you.

‘’Listen, I know what I fucking am. Talk shit about me all you want, I know it all. You don’t have to repeat it.’’ he kept a straight face while saying this ‘’You think I chose this life?! Do you really thi-’’

‘’No! But you chose to stay in this life. Don’t you dare try playing the fucking victim here Sehun.’’

Your words shot pain straight to his heart. It was amazing how he was just faced with the truth itself, but still managed to somehow push it aside.

He gestured at his men to cuff you, so they did and threw you in the car.

‘How can he do this to me?’ you thought. Tears pricked your eyes but you didn’t dare let them fall. You still loved him. And you’ll keep on loving him for god knows how long. You didn’t want to admit that, you’d rather avoid the truth. Just like him.

Originally posted by lullabyun




Ugh finally! I’ve worked on this for so long. I’m sorry it took this long :( Hope you guys like it! Sorry that some are longer than others. Some are really long bc I just couldn’t stop lol. And hopefully more mafia au related shit will be coming.

I understand that many Rika fans empathise with her and get defensive because they knew someone with a serious mental illness that was harmful to themselves/others around them, but I also find it extremely ironic and unfair that Jihyun fans who know victims of abuse or have been abused THEMSELVES are not expected to be defensive when someone tries to pass the victim off as a villain? We’re not even trying to say Jihyun is perfect, but the arguments I’ve seen are mindblowing! The absolute lack of tact when saying “all she did was scratch out his eyes”, as if she didn’t take away his vision, the very thing he used to pursue his photography career with passion and enjoy the sights of life and just live like a goddamn normal human being. Hell, I’m not even going to talk about the pain factor and how he didn’t bother to get them treated at all, guaranteeing certain blindness. Do you HAVE to invalidate someone’s abuse as a back up for your favourite character?

My aunt herself was a victim of abuse. Her husband had mental issues and depression, so he drank the pain away. And where I am, drinking alcohol is taboo, so he beat her up (a pregnant woman!) and she had to stay silent for both their sakes. Now, my aunt is not a perfect person and I can list off the top of my head 20 flaws she has, but similarly, she had a good heart; and even if she didn’t, NO ONE DESERVES THIS KIND IF TREATMENT.

I’m not even asking anyone to like V. Just. Can you maybe NOT invalidate the abuse he went through? No one seems to have trouble recognising Saeran’s abuse and Rika’s mental illness, yet the number of people dead set of insisting that V had it coming frankly makes me feel nauseous.

And to be frank, V’s unhealthy infatuation with Rika is stronly bordering on mental illness on itself. It stopped being any healthy definition of “love” and turned into a toxic, hurtful obsession the minute she hurt him and he still remained so determined to “save her”, as she had insisted before that “God cannot save me, but maybe [V] can”. His spiral into depression is really fucking obvious with the number of times he says he wishes he were dead: had I been on my laptop, some helpful screenshot’s from Zen’s route, day 10, would have been provided.

Thank you for reading my rant.
Note: I am bitter against Rika, I do not despise her and I think she deserves mental help; which, post secret endings, she appears to be getting anyway.
Also, I encourage arguments and debates but if you’re here to say “V did things wrong too”, save it. I know. This is literally irrelevant to the post, I never claimed he was perfect and all I did was state that he DOES NOT deserve what happened to him.

MC finds out she's pregnant right around when RFA++ leaves the country for about a year

Yoosung

  • Yoosung gets a scholarship to go overseas and learn
  • If it wasn’t for MC’s two jobs (she works in an office and as the RFA party planner), he would have brought her along
  • He made sure to propose and get her a ring before he left so that no guys would try to horn in on his territory
  • Once MC found out she was pregnant, she had to hide it to make sure Yoosung would focus on his studies
  • Of course, the RFA gradually found out, but MC convinced them to keep it a secret to make sure he didn’t get too distracted
  • Except, Yoosung came home on a holiday break and found her pregnant and flipped
  • On the way hand, yay! Baby!
  • On the other hand… well the emoji explains it best 😱
  • Of course MC explains, and he just…
  • He states then and there that he is going to go back, finish school ahead of time, and they are going to get married ASAP 
  • He loves her too much and wants to be with her and their child as soon as he can
  • Sure enough, in three months, Yoosung finished his program, gets home, marries MC (on paper, they plan an actual ceremony for when the baby is born) and MC has the baby
  • A few months later, they have an official ceremony (his little sister has been paid to take care of the baby during the ceremony)
  • It’s all very sweet 

Jaehee

  • After their coffee shop got popular, Jaehee wanted to go to Italy and learn more about coffee there
  • MC and Jaehee had been trying IV treatments with little success, so Jaehee figured it was a good, safe time to leave
  • But MC found out she was pregnant not too long after
  • She was going to tell Jaehee, except when Jaehee called and started raving about all the fun she was having, MC couldn’t bring herself to take it away by telling her
  • Of course, it accidentally came out when MC was around seven months along because Yoosung, well….
  • He was in a convo with Jaehee in the Messenger, and she was scolding him for gaming too much
  • “You’re going to make a great mom, Jaehee”
  • “;;;; why are you saying that now?”
  • “Well, you’ve seen how big MC is getting! She’s swelling up like a balloon!”
  • Zen pops into the convo, “Yoosung! Don’t say that about women! They’re feelings are delicate!”
  • MC pops in, “hey guys, what’s going on?”
  • “Are you gaining weight, MC?” Jaehee asks “are you okay? Are you eating right?”
  • “Wait, does she not know?” Zen asks
  • “Of course she’s gaining weight! She’s having baby!” Yoosung tacks on before anyone can stop him
  • “;;;;;; Yoosung……”
  • “IM GOING BACK TO KOREA!!!”
  • Yoosung is properly scolded by Zen and MC, but Jaehee comes back within a week
  • Jaehee ends up saying that she will only return to Italy to complete her research once their daughter is six months old
  • Which she does, but as soon as she’s done, she comes home and is the best mom ever

Zen

  • Zen got his big break
  • He was going to act in a movie overseas
  • But he was going to be gone for a year
  • MC found out she was pregnant three days before he had to leave, so she told him nothing
  • She knew him
  • Knew that he would stay and give up this opportunity, so she decided not to tell him because she didn’t want him to give this role up
  • She promised to video chat with him everyday, and talk on the Messenger as much as possible
  • The only problem was the other RFA members
  • As the pregnancy progressed, she had to tell the other members about the pregnancy and swear them to secrecy
  • Zen remained ignorant of it for six months, the whole time, the rest of the RFA feeling super guilty about keeping this from him
  • More than once, Yoosung almost spills the beans
  • Meanwhile, MC takes a picture of herself everyday that she’s pregnant so that Zen will be able to see it when he gets back
  • She hangs every ultrasound on the fridge
  • A few times, Zen asks if she’s gaining weight, at first she claims just not to be motivated to work out without her hubby around, but then she starts pretending to be offended
  • She lowers the chair of her desk so he can’t see her expanding tummy
  • He also notices her boobs get bigger (he likes)
  • After six months, Zen gets a few weeks off work because shooting is ahead of schedule, so he flies home
  • When he arrives, it’s night, and he didn’t tell her because he wants things to be a surprise
  • He gets home, sneaks through the apartment, and gets into their bedroom…. and is shocked when he sees her
  • Immediately he wakes her up and asks what the hell is going on
  • She’s frantic and embarrassed and has no idea how to explain, but she does
  • They argue
  • He confirms that he would have stayed if she had just told him, but she says that exactly why she didn’t
  • She didn’t want him to pass up this opportunity he was so excited about
  • And it’s too late for him to back out now
  • MC also admits that the RFA knew
  • He’s furious, but Yoosung acting weird and avoiding him suddenly makes sense
  • Zen, of course, spends the next two weeks catching up on everything, feeling the baby, and doting on his beloved wife
  • He’s angry that there’s a high chance of him not being around for the birth, though, given the due date
  • He doesn’t post anything on social media, either, because he doesn’t want to anyone to notice how sudden this is
  • He says he’ll post updates only after the baby is born
  • When Zen finally has to leave, he’s super unhappy, but MC assures him that she’ll hold down the fort and let him know if anything else happens
  • Once Zen is back on set, he talks to his bosses and works out with them being able to go home for the week that the baby is due
  • Of course, MC goes into labor just hours before his flight lands - He meets her at the hospital, and once the baby is born, he takes a picture of MC holding the baby and posts it
  • His fans explode, but like, 75% are happy for him (the other 25% are just envious of MC and wish they were in her place)
  • And while he has to go back on set only a week later, she constantly sends him pictures, which he then posts and/or shows off to all his cast mates
  • When he finally gets home, he just dotes on their little boy, the pictures online increase, and he just shows him off whenever he can
  • Although the little one turns out to be remarkably shy ☺️
  • Like, Zen brings him to a meet and greet with his fans, and the one to two year old whines and buries his face into his daddy’s chest because all these women are big, scary, and unfamiliar to him  

Jumin

  • Within a year of being married, Chairman Han needs Jumin to go overseas and oversee the opening of a new branch office
  • He doesn’t like leaving his bride and beloved cat at home, but he does so because he must
  • Besides that, he trusts MC to take his place and run his division until she gets back
  • Of course, MC finds out days after Jumin left that she’s carrying his baby
  • She arranges to stay in the apartment as much as possible in her later pregnancy, not telling the RFA and definitely making sure that the media doesn’t find out
  • Of course, MC gets hella antsy by herself, so she tries to stay active, she has staff that know, and they have all signed a contract to keep it a secret (breach of said contract would result in immediate termination and legal action)
  • She arranges for doctors to come to her, and the Chairman only finds out because he comes to visit her one day and she’s starting to show
  • After she explains things, including how she didn’t want Jumin to worry or not focus on his job, Mr. Chairman apologizes to her for putting her in this position, but thanks her for being so considerate
  • He also agrees to keep the secret
  • When Jumin returns to Korea at long last, Mr. Chairman and MC are waiting for him at the airport… with his three month old son
  • He’s shocked and confused, and of course they apologize for keeping this from him, but he immediately hugs MC and takes the baby in his arms
  • He also promises to “punish” MC a little for keeping this from him
  • When the RFA find out, they flip they’re collective shit
  • It’s amazing

Saeyoung

  • Saeyoung’s is the hardest
  • He had to leave on a mission, he had no idea how long he’d be gone
  • All he could do was promise to come home to her as fast as possible - MC merely kissed him goodbye
  • Two weeks later, MC found out
  • She was very open about the whole thing, but there was no word from Saeyoung
  • He had no idea because he was so deep into work he couldn’t even get on his phone and contact her
  • In the Messenger, MC posted pictures of the ultrasounds, some of the maternity clothes she bought
  • Jumin helped her find the best doctors
  • Jaehee would take her shopping and make sure she was eating right
  • Yoosung helped her learn more about babies by studying baby books with her (and also being subsequently horrified and disgusted by some of the things that would happen during the pregnancy)
  • Zen… well, Zen was pretty useless, but at least he made her laugh while she was lonely (and after they hung out over lunch, they almost started a scandal by accident)
  • When the baby was three or four months old, MC went to the park with the baby, just for a walk and some fresh air
  • “As much as I love you’re daddy, you can’t be too much like him, okay? You need sunshine! ^^”
  • When she gets home, MC finds Saeyoung sitting on the floor, surrounded by the baby’s things, crying
  • She immediately pulls him into a hug and he begs her forgiveness for leaving her when she was pregnant
  • MC forgives him easily, holds him as he cries, and introduces him to his little girl
  • First thing their daughter does upon seeing Saeyoung is grab his hair (which hasn’t been cut since MC last saw him) and pulls while giggling
  • When he realizes the baby has his hair, he starts blubbering and laughing and the same time
  • That night, he stays up the whole time, reading all the messages from the last year and watching over their daughter in her crib
  • After that, he holds their baby as much as possible, cuddles her, and coos
  • He even suggests they do a ton of family outings (i.e. park, amusement park, waterpark), some of which MC vetoes because the baby is too young

V

  • After getting his sight back, V wanted to go travel the world for a little while and create his next exhibit
  • MC sends him off with her blessing
  • He promises to keep in touch, and kisses her goodbye
  • When she finds out, she just carries on
  • She doesn’t really tell anyone or make a fuss, and since she only talks with V over the phone, he doesn’t see her growing
  • When he finally returns home, an engagement ring in his pocket for her, he discovers her holding a child
  • Immediately he’s wracked with guilt, but she assures him that it’s fine 
  • She just hands him the baby and tells him as long as he’s there for their children, everything is fine
  • When he realizes she said children, she goes into the other room and pulls out their other baby
  • Now he feels twice as bad, because she had twins alone, but their son and daughter are happy and healthy, so she tells him it’s fine
  • V proposes to her a few days later, showing her the ring he bought overseas
  • She, of course, accepts
  • The next two exhibitions he makes are focusing on her and their children respectively

Saeran

  • Actually…. I lied Saeran’s is the hardest
  • MC told him she was pregnant
  • He didn’t take it well
  • He didn’t take as badly as she thought, but he was super terrified and didn’t think he was up to the task
  • So he ran away
  • Yeah, he left MC alone to give birth to and raise their child
  • He didn’t say anything before he left, just disappeared into the night the day he found out and… she didn’t hear from him again
  • Truth be told, he left because he wanted to insure their child’s future and safety, and the best way to do that was to remove any major threats against them
  • Also, he left because he needed to get better and be in a place where he could be a father to this child
  • Of course, when he returned things weren’t exactly… easy.
  • He wasn’t welcomed back with open arms.
  • His brother and the RFA all but shunned him, and MC refused to talk to him or let him see the baby
  • The only reason Saeran got to see the baby and prove he was ready to be there and be a father and make up for leaving was MC had to go to work and Saeyoung was her emergency baby sitter
  • And Saeran was staying with Saeyoung at the time, and Saeyoung had an emergency he suddenly had to take care of, so he ended up leaving the baby alone with him
  • Saeran did his best, got out the teething toys when the baby started crying, and kept the baby as calm as possible until Saeyoung could come back
  • Truth be told, Saeyoung recorded the whole thing so that when MC showed up to pick up the baby, he could show that Saeran deserved a chance to make it up to her
  • A few emergency babysitting sessions later and MC allowed Saeran into their babies life
  • Eventually, he wins MC back
Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Flashbacks*



Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that she gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the carpeted floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more.

***

Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s order wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 

***

Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them. "She’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this gutted over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.

***

After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment while he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.

***

If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now. He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone into his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?



Whipped…friends?? Or…not anymore??(Part Three)

Call center employees goes on rampage on last day.

NOTE: This story is about a former coworker. Also, this is as much being a d*ck as revenge. But it was quite epic, so…

One guy was a younger guy at a cellphone call center who was always kind of a slacker doofus with a (unfairly) stereotypical millennial work ethic and attitude. I’ll call him Shaggy. There was growing discontent because we were a commissioned sales group but were increasingly getting assigned non-sales campaigns, such as explaining to customers of X wireless what happens now that my company Y wireless bought them out. It was taking up ½ to 2/3rds of our day and killing our sales, commissions, stats, etc. Plus they kept changing the commission system to make it harder and harder to get payouts AND made it possible to get no payout if you fell below some number of sales per hour. Fortunately, I worked pretty hard and kept my numbers up, but for lazy slacker doofuses it was bad news.

So one Sunday (usually a busy call day) I noticed Shaggy seemed… different. Smiling, laughing, not using the company software like… at all. At some point he took off his head set and was bullshitting with me and it came out this was going to be his last day so he was just fucking around in a way that sounded… bad. I mentioned it to my supervisor. Later, my supervisor began looking into what exactly he’d been doing. From listening to the call logs and looking at the software logs we determined he:

1: Telling rude customers to go to hell, go f*ck themselves, etc. If they asked for managers he then hung up, transferred them to another cellphone company, or muted them and came back pretending to be a supervisor with an outrageous accent who also told them to go f*ck themselves.

2: Transferring people to an automated message that said something like, “do you know how to keep an idiot entertained forever? Just hang on and I’ll tell you the secret of keeping stupid morons entertained, in just a moment you’ll learn exactly how to keep them…” etc and seeing how long they lasted. Apparently some stayed on for awhile.

3: Clearing the entire call center queue. Apparently the system wouldn’t detect a hangup if you hit release fast enough after the headset started to beep. Holding enter would automatically close the computer window (or some other key combo did it). So 50 calls waiting becomes zero in seconds.

4: Suspending service for customers he didn’t like. We weren’t allowed to or supposed to suspend service or mess with billing, but had access. (We could keep a notepad file with whatever we wanted in it on the computer, so many of us kept track of phone numbers [for various legitimate purposes] and also developed ‘enemy lists’ of sorts)

5: Giving credits to customers he liked. Because customers could have seen this it and relied on it, or maybe were entitled to a credit, or some other reason, it was apparently decided not to erase the credits.

I saw him one other time, washing cars at a dealership. I don’t think it was a move up from $15-20 an hour, but he went out in a blaze of glory.

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Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 6)

Originally posted by torn-and-frayed

Summary: You hear news of the fire and decide to take action. Dean, injured and trapped, fights for his life. 

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: angst, so much angst, language, house fire, being trapped, difficulty breathing, panic, fear, injuries…

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A/N: Okay, take a deep breath and please try not to kill me when you’ve finished reading…

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Pulse Part 11

Part 10

Genre: Fluffiest it’s gotten thus far (which probs doesn’t say much)
Words: 2,164
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Injuries
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

Originally posted by coldrainy


One week. That was how long you had been held in the hospital before you had finally been able to go home- well, to Bucky’s home.

Thanks to the excessive amount of painkillers that had been pushed into your system, you had slept a lot, which had made the beginning of the week go much quicker than you had expected. It was a blessing, being able to clock out while the nurses had changed your dressings and checked your vitals.

Bucky had been in the same spot you had last seen him in when you had woken up on the fourth day since admission. In fact, he had been in the same spot everyday, even waiting in that chair as the nurses had taken you to an adjacent bathroom and given you a bath. It was weird to have had him stay there- not that you hadn’t liked his presence. You had just been waiting for his fiancée to barge in at any moment and question who the hell you were and why her future husband was tending to your every word and need.

You didn’t even think Bucky knew the answer to the last one.

He had acted like the two of you were different people. He had treated you how it would be expected to treat your soulmate, the love of your life. When you had shivered in your sleep, he had brought the blankets up around you instead of letting them rest by your waist. When you had showed the slightest sign of being in pain, he had immediately called to a nurse about the possibility of more painkillers. When you had gotten bored, Bucky had told you stories, or had propped his phone up for the two of you to watch a rented movie off of the little screen. When Wanda had come in to look at the progress in your injuries, he had held your hand the whole time, letting you squeeze it in moments of poking and prodding. He must have gone to shower and eat whenever you had drifted off, because it seemed as if he had been there every moment until you had been released.

After Wanda had helped you get dressed out of your hospital gown, Natasha having been kind enough to drop off some of your clothes, Bucky had helped you walk to a nearby wheelchair (hospital’s release policy) and stopped to go over your healing regimen once more with nurse Wanda. Then you had felt him behind you and the wheelchair start being pushed toward the parking lot.

Once you had gotten in the car and had watched as Bucky hopped into the driver’s side, you had realized that you were slightly nervous to be in a car again. The collision had been one of the most traumatizing things that had ever happened to you.

You had barely noticed when Bucky had reached over and buckled you up.

And then you had gotten on the road. Bucky had driven slow for you, maybe even below the speed limit, and you were sure he would never know how much that had actually meant to you. You had gotten to his house not long after that, parking on the street. Bucky had helped you out of the car, keeping his hand on your lower back as he supported you toward the sidewalk. You had gripped his shoulder with your right arm as you both had climbed the steps to his front door. And then you were inside.

You were in a place that was the closest thing you could call home at the moment, and the first step into the beautiful home made you grateful you were done with the one week in the same room smelling of antiseptic. One week, and now you were stuck with Bucky for one more.

He led you over to the closest sofa and helped you sit down gently, sitting back on his knees to take off your shoes. “Be careful with your side.”

You didn’t answer, instead using your energy to suppress rolling your eyes at his statement. You didn’t think you both could be any more careful.

“Do you want some water?” He spoke again, leaving you sitting on the leather as he walked into the kitchen.

“Sure.” Your voice was quiet, no doubt from how uncomfortable you were starting to become. This was his house; this was his fiancée’s house.

You could hear ice clink into a glass from the other room and then the faucet running. Then Bucky appeared, sitting down on the other side of the couch you were sitting on and handing you your glass.

“So, what do you want to do? I’ve got some movies we can watch or if you just want to relax, I have a lot of books- I could read to you if it would hurt your head with your concussion-”

“Bucky.” You cut him off. “I think I just want to shower and go to bed.”

One good thing about antibiotics and painkillers: you can blame your excessive sleeping on them.

“Oh,” his accepting voice overcompensated for the disappointment he tried (and failed) to hide. “Of course, you’re probably exhausted.”

You forced a smile to him, one that felt more like a grimace, and started to scoot toward the edge of the couch. Bucky was up on his feet in an instant, leaning down with a strong hand on your back and another holding your right hand to stabilize your balance.

He walked you to the bathroom, pausing only once the both of you have stepped inside to watch as you stepped out from his hold and turned to look at him expectantly.

He looked nervous- actually, he looked more than nervous. He looked terrified. You lifted your arms a little. “As much as I wish anyone else could help me at this moment, I don’t have much of an option, so come on.”

He swallowed hard, his movements hesitant as he reached out to help you out of the shirt you were in. He went for the buttons first, your wrist unable to bend to that angle in the bright cast it was being held tight in. His fingers were slow, and he was treating the shirt with as much delicacy as he was treating you with. The two of you were standing extremely close, and you had to force yourself to keep your eyes on his solid chest so you wouldn’t make eye contact in such a vulnerable moment.

Once the shirt was unbuttoned, he helped move it down your arms, carefully sliding it from around your cast, and tossed it to the floor without a second glance. No words were exchanged as he immediately looked at you, reaching for the band of your leggings. And the way he was looking at you- Oh, God, you wished you were dressed sexier. But you had just gotten out of the hospital and with limited options as to what wouldn’t irritate your injuries, you were out of luck.

You held onto his shoulder with your right hand as he slid the leggings down your legs and helped you step out of them. And then he was at his full height again, looking down into your eyes and searching. For what, you didn’t know, but you knew it was easy to get lost in his eyes, and it was exactly what you were doing. The blue of them pulled at the heart deep in your chest, acting as a string connecting the two of you together. You could feel the strain as your heart tried to get closer to him. You involuntarily moved toward him.

His fingers trailed along your sides, gently skimming the skin there before they rested with his thumbs against your ribs, lightly circling the harsh bruising that marked you. You held your breath.

His right hand rose and moved a piece of hair behind your ear. “You can’t get your cast wet.”

Your mouth felt dry as you scrambled to reply. “I know.”

Your right hand still rested on his shoulder. His right hand returned to it’s soothing place at your side. “Do you want me to help wash your hair? If not, you can kick me out right now.”

He was so beautiful, you didn’t think you had the strength while in his arms like this to kick him out. “You can help.”

His tired eyes skimmed your face once more, an action that made your knees weak, before he took a step back. He helped you into the tub in your sports bra and underwear, lowering you down slowly until you were able to sit comfortably. You jolted when the water turned on, cold before it turned warmer, and you caught Bucky chuckling at the reaction.

Your cast rested over the edge of the tub as Bucky filled a large cup with the hot water, slowly pouring it over your hair and making sure it all got wet. He followed the action with some shampoo, gently rubbing the soap into your hair without adding any pain to the already bruised area underneath.

“Does your head hurt at all?”

You shook your head, your eyes drooping at the relaxing feeling of someone else washing your hair.

“You promise? You have to be careful with your concussion.” You nod again, your eyes fluttering open as he rinsed your hair out. “Don’t fall asleep on me.”

“But I’m tired,” you whined.

“I know, I know.” He couldn’t fight his smile as he reached for the bar of soap. “Arms up and then we can get you to bed.”

You did as told, reaching up as he ran the soap over what your cast didn’t cover, your chest, and your abdomen, circling around any wounds as to not rub and irritate them, but letting the water mix with the soap as it ran over them to clean. Once you were all rinsed off, Bucky offered his hands to you, taking your right one in his, and supporting you as you stepped from the tub.

He wrapped a towel around you and used another to partially dry your hair. All the while making sure your cast stayed completely dry.

“I’ll go grab you some of your clothes to change into and your toothbrush and stuff. I’ll be right outside the door when you’re done.” He set the toothpaste out on the countertop, returning back only a minute later with your things, and then he was shutting the door.

It took longer than it should have to get completely ready for bed, and you blamed your cast for that. But once you were dressed, clean, and too tired to take another step, you headed out of the bathroom. Bucky was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and waiting for you. Once you emerged, he took you to a bedroom at the end of the hall. 

It was big, and mostly neutral colored. The walls were a very light gray, paired with a white bedspread that covered a king sized bed. The floors were wooden, as was one of the walls on the other side of the room that had been converted into a bookshelf. There was a television on top of a dresser in front of the bed, but you looked almost completely past it, instead focusing on how soft the bedding actually looked.

“We have an extra room, but we haven’t actually gotten a bed for it yet. This house is newly bought…”

We.

Him and Samantha.

You nodded, not wanting to dwell on that while you had the opportunity to sleep right in front of you. He led you to the bed, pulling back the blankets and helping you get inside, before covering you back up. He looked like he wanted to say something as he stood over you, playing with your hair while he thought, but all he ended up with was: “ll wake you up when it’s time for more painkillers. Night, Fighter.”

And then he was leaving, flicking the light off as he went. He left the door cracked open so he could hear if you needed anything, but the room was otherwise silent and dark, with the exception of the patter of raindrops on the window.

You couldn’t see much in the room now, but it wouldn’t matter anyway, because the only image your brain was processing was the conflict you had seen many times in Bucky’s eyes just since you had gotten “home.”

It was almost impossible to know his thought process, so instead of torturing yourself with it, you accepted the kindness you were going to get from him, and forced yourself not to get your hopes up.

It was hard not to, though, as you fell asleep on what you knew was his side of the bed, surrounded in the smell of him. He wasn’t wrong in what he had told you at the hospital; you felt safe there.


Part 12

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Not An Athlete (3/?) *Lance Tucker x Reader*

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Summary: You’re forced by your Athlete parents into taking a summer job, which becomes your full-time job as you balance university. Only the asshole you work for and help realises how much you do for him. He don’t like that, he don’t like you. Welcome to the world of Athletes, Lance Tucker is your tour guide. (I suck at summaries.)

Warnings: Explicit content, later on. Swearing, body shaming/ degrading language from Tucker. Asshole Tucker (I’m talking straight up rude.)

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Your mum once gave you advice, it wasn’t exactly handy advice at the time and you didn’t really understand why she gave it to you in the first place but you still took it in, still often think about it because it’s some good advice. She once told you that if you ever have an argument with your partner, you should go for a long drive, no destination and no one else just you. It’s meant to help clear your mind, let you drive your feelings out and really think about what was said and what you want to say. You’ve done that, many times, over mostly friends but it worked.

You can’t say it’s working well for Tucker. The closer you got to Las Vegas the angrier you become, the more irrational your thoughts got, you were white-knuckling the steering wheel as you glared at the welcome sign to Las Vegas. You have no idea, how in the hell, Lance got your number and what possessed him to phone you; doesn’t he have friends? A girlfriend? One of his booty-calls that could’ve picked him up?

You pulled up to Caesar Palace, it was a little much. The fountain, the valet that gave a judgemental look at your old Volvo. The outside, although grand, couldn’t compete with the interior design of the palace. The marble floors, the gold lining and decor, and the columns: it was breathtaking. You walked to the reception, oil paintings behind the gold-mirrored desk, everything just screamed pretentious but yet, it was impressive. You pulled the denim jacket you wore closer to your body, the woman grinning from ear-to-ear at you.

“Hello, welcome to Caesars Palace, what can I do for you this morning?” Her name tag stating that her name is Sara.

“Hey, I’m here to pick up a guest, I don’t know what room he is in or if he’s under his name,” she nodded as you looked utterly dumbfounded, “the name is Lance Tucker and he requested me for pick-up, for some reason.” She nodded as she typed onto a keyboard, looking at a screen.

She picked up a phone just beside her and dialled a number, grinning at you as she waited for whoever to pick up the phone, it’s a few short, awkward, seconds of silence. “Hello, Mr Tucker. This is reception calling, a guest is here for you, a young female.” You tap the counter absent-mindedly. “Should I send her up?” is the next question, “she said you were expecting her, okay, I’ll be sure to do so.” Sara puts the phone down, “he’s in one of our penthouse suites, in the Palace Tower, I’ll have someone escort you.”

You followed a young male, a bell-hop, through the building. You had only ever seen pictures of Caesars Palace, it was bigger than you expected, at every turn, there was something to look at and admire. Pools and spas, plus showrooms and obviously, casinos; no wonder Lance came all the way here. You were shown right to the door, where he swiped a keycard and let you in, telling you to enjoy your stay.

The penthouse, well, it was bigger than your entire apartment. It had a balcony the size of your kitchen, bigger from where you were standing. Black marble floors, the furniture looked brand new, and it had its own kitchen; not that you expected Lance to be cooking whilst here since they have Gordon Ramsay’s Bar & Grill. You could see it went off in three different directions; you looked down one hallway, seeing a door slightly ajar, hoping that Lance was somewhat decent you walked down towards it. 

You pushed the door open, it was dark with the shutters down and a body was laid in bed, you assumed it was Tucker. 

“Tucker, wake up!” You yelled and heard him grumble his reply, a muffled ‘fuck you’ being thrown in. “No, get the fuck up, I didn’t drive all the way here for you to treat me like shit. Get up now!” You flicked the light switch on, you could just see his brown, messy hair from under the plush duvets before you walked back out of the room calling his name again.

You sat on the barstool when Lance finally emerges, eyes still half shut and squinting against the bright lights, his hair a mess and only grey sweat pants that were hanging low on his hips; how the hell was they staying up was a good question. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at you, he blinked rapidly as he sat on the cream sofa.

“Why the fuck are you here?” He asked, voice still hoarse from just waking up and scratchy from whatever drinks he consumed last night when he texted you.

You sighed with annoyance. “Of course, drunk texts, I shouldn’t have bothered. You text me asking for me to come get you, you threatened my job.” He was still frowning before he sighed, head falling into his hands as his elbows rested on his knees. “Why did you call me? Don’t you have friends to come get you? Aren’t they here with you?” You glanced around, looking back at the hunched over Lance.

“You’d be the only one that would actually show up, you need your job,” he muttered, “it was an easy bribe.” He lifted his head, hands covering his mouth as he stared right at the blank flat screen TV. “I drank a lot last night.” He sighed to mostly himself.

You crossed your arms, “I’ll bite the bait,” he looked at you with an unreadable expression. “Why did you need me to come pick you up, you’re in Las Vegas, isn’t this your ideal hunting ground?” His lips curved up at that comment but set back into a frown; he slouched against the back of the sofa, arms crossing over his chest.

“…I came here for an event, it’s kind of a big deal but…” he trailed off, a look you haven’t ever seen on Lance before, well, he never really showed anything but a smirky confident idiot. This was different, by far, it was shyness and embarrassment. “My parents are here, celebrating my father, forty-six years of being in the sports industry.” An edge of bitterness harshened his words, he wasn’t looking at you but you could tell he felt vulnerable; exposing a side of him like this.

“Isn’t this meant to be a fun occasion? A party?” He rolled his steely blue eyes at you, chuckling lightly at that.

He shakes his head, “You haven’t met my parents. You hate me, you would loathe them, I can’t stand the bastard and my mum isn’t any better. I guess, last night it got to me.” It’s silent, “You should probably go. Before they get back, don’t speak of this, to anyone. Got it?” 

Before you can answer that the penthouse’s front door opens. A couple walks through, talking amongst themselves, the older male looks a little like Lance but the woman looked a little young to be his mother, maybe his sister? 

The male had slicked back, dark hair, and piercing, hooded eyes with a grey suit. He was old, obviously but he was tall and very lean, clearly he still kept in shape despite his age. The woman beside him was small, tanned and young, you could say, younger than you! She was skinny, really skinny but had great… assets. You weren’t one to judge but you felt insecure in front of this girl. 

Lance’s P.O.V

“Harry, you’re up.” Lance froze on the spot at the sound of his father’s voice, he glanced to you for a moment before turning swiftly around and meeting his father’s piercing gaze. “I’ve come to collect you for lunch, your mother has arrived and insisted we all gather,” he didn’t sound to keen on the idea, not that Lance was but, at least he could stand to be around his mother.

It takes a few seconds for Lance to remember how to speak, “Uhh yeah, it must’ve slipped my mind,” he runs a hand through his hair messily before turning back to you. “I was just saying goodbye to my…friend, then I’ll get dressed.” He nods for you to stand up, beckoning you quickly to the door before you could be roped into his messed up life.

“And here I thought you’ve changed,” Lance’s father began and made you stop in your tracks, Lance sighs heavily. “Why can’t you find a nice girl, instead of these groupies, life isn’t about alcohol and fucking, Harry.”

“Spare me the lecture, you’re the one that cheated, not mum.” Lance snapped back, “she isn’t a groupie either, she’s… working for me,” he doesn’t have to look at you to know how uncomfortable you are, he can feel it.

Harry Senior, shakes his head. “Hookers don’t work for you, Harry.” Lance hears you scoff at the mention of the word hooker, he wants to laugh, he’s been with and seen hookers; you were definitely not one of those.

“She’s not a hooker, babe.” Sabrina, his new wife smiles, “that’s his girlfriend, obviously. He didn’t want you to know, meeting the parents is always scary, look at how protective he got over her.” Lance watched as his dad’s posture changed, straightening his back as he glanced you over, analysing you and Lance didn’t like that.

“That’s quite the accusation, he hasn’t had a girlfriend in years, is she your girlfriend?” The stare he received after the question had Lance stammering for an answer, apparently, the word ‘no’ no longer existed.

“Yes, she is.” Lance found himself saying in a moment of weakness, “I…-” he’s cut off by his dad, who walks around him and to you, extending a hand your way.

“Harry Tucker, the third,” you look at Lance over his father’s shoulders with wide eyes, raised eyebrows and a look of shock. “This is my wife, Sabrina.”

Lance watches as you shake his dad’s hand in silence for a few seconds, “Uh-I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” His dad stares at Lance, as you hug Sabrina, his eyes are piercing through him almost. He recognised that look, the same look he received when he won that silver once; disappointment and disgust. You weren’t good enough for his son or maybe, that’s just how his dad looks at him, neither answer would surprise him. 

“You should accompany us to lunch,” Lance already begins to excuse you from that awkwardness, “nonsense, I insist. She must meet your mother, get dressed, we’re leaving in twenty minutes.” Harry nods before opening the door and leaving with Sabrina behind him.

It’s silent as Lance watches the door close, not really believing what had happened just now, it only becomes reality when you start yelling at him. He didn’t really have any excuse other than his dad scared the shit out of him, he could never form a sentence around him and he was always intimidated, even as a child; the way his dad would glare if he messed up, you’d think he would have become the perfect son.

“I don’t know what just happened,” Lance admitted quickly, “he’s just really intimidating sometimes, I couldn’t think and… you should’ve left when I told you to.”

Oh, so it’s my fault.” You asked, E/C eyes full of rage, “I didn’t come here to play your girlfriend, Lance, or should I say… Harry!” You poked his chest firmly, he slapped your hand away with a slight glare. “Fuck, Lance, I can’t stay here. I can’t have lunch and meet your parents, this is insane. You have, to tell the truth,” you panic to him.

Lance exhales slowly, biting his lip as he thinks everything over. “Okay, listen, I can’t tell my dad I lied. He’ll give me the lecture, it’s one weekend, one lunch. I’ll… pay you!”

“I’m not pretending to be your girlfriend, Lance Tucker.” He rolls his eyes, “you know how stupid this sounds? One day ago you couldn’t stand me, now I’m here being asked to be your fake girlfriend and get paid…this is ridiculous,” Lance crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. “How much?”

“How much do you want?”

Lance watches as you debate a little with yourself. “I’ve got to buy new books, at least, four hundred dollars worth.” Lance frowns, “I don’t want to ask for too much and have you laugh at me for it.”

“I’ll round it up to five hundred, think of it has compensation. You don’t mention this to anyone, got it? Last I need is you running your mouth,” you shrug and Lance finally looks at you for real. You’re in a denim jacket plus blue skinny jeans, your hair up and hardly any make-up, you’re pretty but not dressed correctly. “You got clothes with you? Like a dress?” You shake your head and he sighs.

“What’s wrong with my outfit?” You place a hand on your hip jutting it out with a sour expression; your attitude was going to be a problem too but he couldn’t fix that. 

“Everything, you can’t have lunch with my mother and be dressed like that,” he walks off and towards his room. “I’ll have the hotel send something up, what’s your size?” He turns and looks at you, “nevermind, you’re like a ten. Do something with your hair,” he slips back into his room, hearing you follow behind him.

**

Lance paces in front of the walk-in wardrobe doors, hearing you grumble to yourself about the dress and him, mostly him. He hated that you were roped into this, his life, it was embarrassing and humiliating. He tried, so hard, to remove himself from his home life because of his father. The man was cold, cruel and manipulative, everything that Lance tried to not be but ended up being like his mother; competitive, in every sense of the word and egotistical.

Growing up with Harrison Tucker as a father was torture. Lance had to be like him, he had to be a great athlete, the best. Even that isn’t good enough; he wins one silver amongst his many golds and instantly he’s a failure.

“So, you’re name is Harry?” He hears your voice through the doors.

“Yeah, after my dad and his dad, and his dad before him.” Lance rolls his eyes, crossing his arms, “It’s like some stupid tradition, my middle name is Lancelot, my mother liked it and I decided since there’s already one Harry Tucker on the scene.” He explained leaning against the wall as he waited for you.

It’s a few silent seconds. “And the woman beside your dad… guessing, not your sister.”

He laughed loudly. “No, definitely not. My parents divorced when I was sixteen, he was messing around with a young gymnast, of age, not that it mattered. Anyway, Sabrina is his third or fourth wife. My mum always turns up to his awards because she thinks it’s important for us to still be a family, she’s twisted that way,” He shrugs to himself, “she was always better at business relationships than actual relationships; I rarely see her outside her office,” he trails off and stares at the wall ahead.

“That sounds rough,” he hears the doors slide open, “explains a lot about you, to be honest.” He rolls his eyes and glances at you, raising his eyebrows. “What’d ya think? Will this fool them now?”

Shamelessly he let his eyes trail over your body, he may still hate you, but he wasn’t one to pass up the opportunity of appreciating a female’s body. The bodycon dress was a royal blue, off the shoulder and mid-length, it fit you perfectly, a little too perfectly. When he, finally, let his eyes drift back to yours, you were glaring a little, only making his cocky grin grow.

“I’m setting rules,” he raised an eyebrow at that, “No getting too handsy; an arm around the waist is my limit, Tucker. I am not kissing you, ever, even being your fake girlfriend. Are we clear?” You asked sternly, he shrugged a shoulder in reply, “No, are we clear? I can leave, right now and not help you. I guess, your father already told your mother that you have a girlfriend, so are we clear?”

“Fucking Christ, we’re good. I don’t want to kiss you anyway, even faking it.” He watched as you rolled your E/C eyes at him, brushing a piece of Y/H/C hair behind your ear. “Let’s go, they’re waiting for us.”

He leads you out of the door and to the elevators, a nervous fluttering happening in his stomach. He always got like this when having to be around his parents, it was heightened a lot more with you next to him, having anyone meet his parents was sickening. He always avoided it, never told them when he had girlfriends because they’d run for the hills; if it wasn’t because of them getting fed up his arrogant ways, his parents would chase them off, for sure.  

“I’m nervous,” you admit to him and he scoffed, hiding his own behind the facade he built himself. “I’ve never had to meet someone’s parents before.” He frowned and looked down at you, you didn’t look at him, eyes remaining on the elevator doors. “It’s only for lunch, I’m actually a good actor, I got an A for theatre in school.” You mainly told yourself.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked abruptly, you finally looked up at him but the doors open before you can answer, people waiting for you to walk out. He sighs gently and escorts you through the crowd and towards the outside pool, where his parents are meeting for lunch.

The sun shines on the beautiful pool, people splashing and swimming around, more sunbathing on the loungers. His eyes land on a table by the bar, his father and mother sat, not talking as Sabrina yaps away about something uninteresting. His eyes connect with his mother’s, who smiles brightly and she hadn’t changed a day. She had aged, grey hairs that were mostly caused by the stress, blue eyes like his and an infectious smile- like yours- he shook that thought away.

“Lancelot,” she called and waved, standing up and walking to him. He met her with a hug, you trailing behind. “Look how you’ve grown,” she grinned looking at her son, “you look so handsome, of course, my genetics.” He chuckled at that, “I’m angry with you, by the way,” she tells him and he frowns. “I had to hear from your father that you’ve got a girlfriend! Hello, dear, I’m Erin.” He rolls his eyes as his mother pulls you in for a hug.

“Harry wasn’t supposed to meet her, she came as a last minute thing for me,” Lance explained, only being ignored as his mother fusses over you with a happy smile, taking your hand and leading you to the table. He trailed behind helping both, you and his mother, into chairs before sitting beside you.

It was awkward as his mother ordered more drinks, a sly comment of her drinking habits from his father, this was going to be the worst experience of his life. 

“So, how did you two meet? I want details.” His mother grins and Lance chokes a little on his drink, shit, he hadn’t thought about the questions she would ask.

(I had to cut this because it became too long, that’s why it ended kinda choppy. Anyway, I got this idea from my friend Amber, my original idea has altered, meaning instead of ten chapters it’s gonna be around twenty; thank her for that lol. Let me know what you think, so far. - Rosalee) 


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