i forgot to put the bag down

Usually you’d say that it is no secret that you have a crush on one of your best friends, but this time it really was a secret that you shared with no one. Mostly because you didn’t even know if it had ever the chance to developed into something more than the tiny little crush that it was. Maybe you just had to the feeling to have a crush on your best friend, Peter Parker, because he was literally the most kind and understanding person you’ve ever met. There was no other person on this earth that got you like he did. 

Or you never wanted to find someone else that might did. Peter was all you’ve ever wanted and needed. 

You’ve been friends with him for years, in which you grew so close together that you shared every secret, every fear, every confession—besides the most important one—that your crush was growing into something more. Scared of your own feelings, you sat down in the little park close by where Peter with his Aunt May lived and waited for him. It was freezing cold outside and you forgot to bring a jacket along with you, rubbing the sides of your arms to keep you warm in a way pitiful way. 

And then you saw him jogging toward you. “I’m so sorry,“ he apologized as he reached you. “May… she, uhm, she really needed something from the store and I had to get it quickly. Sorry for letting you wait.”

“Sounds like a bad excuse, but I will get you pass with it.“ you chuckled. 

Peter was already making the next move before he stopped himself, eyeing you frowning. “You’re shivering,“ he said. 

“You observed that very well,“ you joked. “I forgot my jacket at home.“ 

“Wait,“ he called out, “you can have mine!” 

Not even having the chance to deny his offer, he opened up his backpack and pulled out his favorite sweatshirt jacket, holding it up to you. “Here, take it,“ he said, closing his backpack again. 

Nervously, you grabbed the jacket, putting your own bag down on the bench you were sitting on as you put it on. The smell reminded you of his flat and him, causing you to smile with burning cheeks. The next moment you glanced up, noticing that Peter had caught you smiling like an idiot. “Thank you,“ you tried to cover it up. “It smells like Aunt May,“ 

The smile from his lips vanished. “No, it doesn’t. It smells like me and will remind you,“ he defended himself with a wink at the end. 

You rolled your eyes, pulling him with you, so you could finally catch the move the two of you wanted to see. 


Peter insisted that you would keep his jacket after bringing you home. He didn’t need to, especially because he lived in a complete different neighborhood but he told you that he wanted you to get home safely. It were those sweet, little things that made you fall for him even harder and there was no stopping in sight. 

You kept on his jacket until you went the bed, being a weirdo and inhaling the smell of it. You sighed. This wasn’t supposed to go like this. Peter and you should stay friends, it was easier that way but god knows that life wasn’t made like that. Of course, you had to fall for him. 

On the next day, Peter wasn’t going on the phone, later at the evening messaging you that he had a crazy day and that you didn’t need to wash or worry about the jacket. 

On Monday, you put the jacket in your bag, thinking that he might want it back because it was his favorite one and miss it. You walked up to his locker. “Hey Peter,“ you greeted him. 

“Hey,“ he smiled brightly.

“I brought your jacket with me. I thought you might wanted it back by now.“ you explained. “Thank you for borrowing it to me.“ 

Peter shook his head. “No, I don’t need it back.“ he said, leaving you a little confused. Even if he didn’t need it back, he could take it back or couldn’t he? “To be honest, it…it looks way better on you than it does on me.“

And there he got you again—standing awkwardly in front of him with blushing cheeks and a shy smile on your lips. Peter smiled back to you, which comforted you somehow. “Would you wear it for me?“ he suddenly asked you. 

“Right now?“ 

Shyly, he pressed his lips together and nodded. You gulped unnoticeably, still doing him this favor by pulling it out of your bag and changing it with your own jacket. You felt his eyes on you, following every move you did. It was weird, yet the thought of him liking you in his jacket gave you a fuzzing, warm feeling in your stomach. 

“Better?“ you asked him confidently. 

A grin appeared on his lips. “Yeah, definitely.“ 




I wrote this within twenty minutes and I kind of like it. It’s very sweet and innocent. I think I might should write more happy imagines before my blog ends up in only angsty imagines! x

Crazy In Love

Originally posted by jeonbase

This is the full version of my mini fic, lil favor!

5.2k words. College!au. Min Yoongi. ft Park Jimin. Fluff.

Maybe making a deal with Yoongi to fake date for a month and do whatever he tells you to in exchange─ isn’t your brightest idea.


“Just so you know, I don’t like you.” You defiantly state.

The corner of Yoongi’s lips lifts up into a half smirk, gaze slanting your way, teasingly questioning your declaration. He tugs your intertwined hands to his side, yanking you closer to him as well until there’s hardly any space between the two of you.

“Likewise.” He says ever so calmly, it pisses you off.

You’re about to open your mouth to let a snarky remark put his smug ass in place but he beats you to it.

“You ready?”

The question brings you back to the situation at hand. Let’s see, you’ve made a deal with the devil, namely Min Yoongi who’s always been a tough competition in everything, you get the highest score in a test and he gets the highest score in your best class. Technically, asking your long term rival to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to ─how do you put it─ one up your ex, Jimin, whose presence is always graced by a group of female students after the rumor of the breakup made its way through campus, isn’t the best idea. But if it’s anyone that won’t judge you for your insecurities when you see those gorgeous girls Jimin is always seen talking to, or rather flirting with, then it would be Yoongi.

“Absolutely not.” You breathe out, eyes widening as if everything’s finally crashing down on you and hitting your square in the face with a stone brick.

“Good.” He smiles playfully, almost making you forget your purpose.

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No Regrets

An Adrienette one-shot

“Girl, why are you in such a rush?” Alya asked, watching her best friend gather her things in a hurry.

“I forgot about something!” Marinette fretted, dropping her bag in the process. Which caused all the things she’d gathered to spill out.  “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath, “I’m such a klutz!”

“Whoa, girl, relax.  What could you have forgotten about that can cause this much panic?  I haven’t seen you this scatter-brained since high school!” Alya astonished, joining Marinette on the ground to help her clean up.

Marinette sighed, putting the final piece in her bag again and looked at Alya.  They were both knelt down on the floor and Marinette blew a piece of hair from her face.  “I—Well… I’m meeting Adrien.”

Alya gave her a deadpanned look.  “With whom you’re married to… what’s the big deal about meeting with your husband?” she asked.

“It’s not the meeting with him part, it’s just—ya know.  We’re looking for a house… and… I dunno,” Marinette dug through her bag for her keys, mumbling something about needing a brighter keychain.  

Alya looked at the table they had been sitting at to see her friend’s keys lying there.  She picked them up and jingled them in front of Marinette’s distracted face.  “Here,” she said, hearing Marinette utter out a “Thank you.”  Alya crossed her arms and stared curiously at her friend.  “What’s the big deal?  You’re looking for a house.  Something every married couple does… Haven’t you dreamed about this for like, your whole life, or something?” Alya asked.

Marinette shrugged and looked away from her friend, “Well, I mean, yeah.  But, like, it’s still a little soon, isn’t it?”

Alya furrowed her brows, “You’ve been married for 3 months.  So no, it’s not ‘too soon.’  Getting a house is good.  You’ve been crashing in his mouse-sized apartment, which, if I do recall, doesn’t allow for a roommate.”

Marinette bit her fingers, “Yeah, we’ve been ignoring the calls about that…”

“What’s the real issue here?” Alya asked, reaching out for Marinette’s shoulder, “Are you alright?”

Marinette slid from her grasp, looking worriedly at her phone.  “Y-you’re probably right!  I’m just crazy.  This is Adrien,” she said as she lifted her phone, “Gotta take it!”

Alya watched her friend go with a wild expression, “Oh…kay… see ya later, then?”

Marinette pushed the coffee shop door open with her shoulder, holding her phone in one hand and her drink in the other.  “Hey, hon,” she said, “Yeah, I’m on my way.  No, I didn’t forget, I’m just running a bit late.  Yeah, bad traffic.  Uh huh.  Okay.  Yup, see you in a few.  I love you too.  Bye.”  She hung up and stuffed her phone in her purse, grabbing her keys and hopping into her car.  

“Alya’s right,” she told herself, “This is good.”

-o-o-o-o-

“Okay, on to house number three!” Adrien said enthusiastically, buckling up his seat-belt.  “That last one was cool, though, huh?  What did you think, Mari?  You were pretty quiet in there…”  He looked over at his wife to see her staring numbly out the window.  “Marinette?”

She blinked and turned to him, looking dazed, “I’m sorry, I was zoned out.  What?” She asked.

Adrien frowned, “I asked if you were okay,” he said, reaching out to touch her forehead.  “Are you sick?  Do you have a fever?  Maybe we should go home…”

“Oh no, I’m not sick,” Marinette brushed him off.  “Tired is all.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” she smiled at him.

“Alright.  So, what’d you think of the house?” he asked.

“It was okay,” she said.  “It’s expensive, though.”

Adrien shrugged, “Well, money’s not an issue, so don’t pay attention to the price tag, okay?  We’ll get whatever we need and whatever works.”

Marinette looked at her husband with a clumsy smile, “The money you got from your father is suppose to be for retirement, isn’t it?  That was your plan, right?”

Adrien looked at her with a gentle smile before looking back at the road, “Plans can change.”

Anxiety squeezed Marinette’s chest, “You should save it.”

“Mari, don’t worry.  Even if we went all in and bought the whole house now, I’d still have plenty left over.  Besides, I’m gonna put what we don’t spend in a retirement plan.”  He reached out to touch her knee gently, “Your worried, and it isn’t about the money…”

“I’m not worried, it’s just an expensive house—“

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” he came to a stop at a street light.  

“Nothing,” she said, crossing her arms stubbornly.

“Come on, Mari, what’s eating at you?” He pushed.

She nodded towards the windshield of the car, “The light’s green.”

He huffed, “I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Adrien you can’t—there’s people behind us,” she turned around in her seat to see a frustrated wave from the car behind them followed by a honk.  “Adrien, seriously!  Go!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.  Normally I wouldn’t push because I don’t need to know sometimes, but this is clearly about us, and that I should know.  So what’s wrong?” He pushed the car into park to prove his point.

“Adrien, we don’t have time—“

“Are you having regrets?” he blurted out, his voice calm.  Marinette knew this voice, but she’d never personally experienced it.  It was his business voice.  The voice he used at professional parties, or conversations with co-workers.  It was his father’s voice.

“…Regrets?” She repeated numbly, looking him in the eye.  The angry honks and yells began to fade out.

He nodded, “Yeah, regrets.  About us,” his eyes and face stoic; he was like a wall.  But Marinette could see clearly behind it.  He was hurt.

“N-no!  No, of course not!  I could never regret this,” she gestured between them.  “It’s just…”

“What?”

“Will you?” she ask carefully.  Looking away from him.

“Will I what?” He asked, tilting his head.  His once calm voice became lathered in frustrated confusion.  A car swerved around them, giving them a pleasant curse and honk as he passed, followed by more cars.

“Will you regret this?” she asked.  He didn’t respond.  “Maybe not now, and maybe not next year or the year after that, but… maybe in ten years.  When I’m older, and less exciting.  Maybe you’ll look back at it all and realize that it was when you decided to marry me that things started to go wrong.  That, in ten years you’ll regret loving me and how you bought a fancy house and used up your money,” she hadn’t noticed until now, but she was crying.  She could tell because a tear had fallen onto her hand.  “After all, you said it yourself!  Plans change, and I don’t want you to regret this—“

She felt large hands envelop her own small ones.  She didn’t dare look up to see the man who was holding them though.  She couldn’t.  

“Hey,” he said gently, leaning over to kiss her wet cheek.  “I could never regret this,” he said, but she looked unconvinced, offering him a lazy shrug and a mumbled, “Maybe.”

“I love you,” he said, baffled.  She didn’t move.  He huffed, thinking of what to say.  “Now, if I remember correctly,” he began, “I had a crush on you first,” he said.

“You had a crush on Ladybug, not Marinette,” she pointed out.

“And you had a crush on a model, not Chat Noir,” he countered.  “I agree, things can change.  We changed, but it was for the better, right?”  

“But—“

“For better or worse,” he repeated their wedding vows.  “Now, I take that seriously.  Even if there comes a ‘worse,’ I’ll never regret it.  Because I love you.  We chose each other.”  He gently pulled her chin to look her in the eyes.  “The only thing I could ever regret would be not marrying you.  To not share a life with you.  To have kids and grow old with you.”

She blinked and smiled at him, “Kids?” she asked.

“Kids,” he nodded, glad she was smiling.  “I’m serious, Mari.  About you.  About this.”

She leaned in to kiss him.  Soft and sweet, short and simple.  “Thank you,” she mumbled.  

He kissed her nose and leaned back.  “But,” he said, putting their car back in drive and looking to see the light had turned red again.  “If Nino confesses his love to me, I may just run into the sunset with him,” he said, acting serious.

“Oh my gosh,” Marinette shoved him with a laugh, “You’re a dork.”

“But you love me,” he winked at her.

“Maybe…” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“And I love you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled.


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You Trust Me, Right?

Prompt: You’re a friend of Jacob’s–you’re basically his PA, like Harrison is with Tom. You’ve been able to hang out with them a lot and after a while, Tom started to develop feelings for you. Debating continuing this. Let me know what you think

Warnings: fluff, some language, 

A/N: Requests are open! I will basically write anything (good luck finding something I won’t) and I can write for any of Seb’s characters (except Jack and Carter–I haven’t seen those yet) I can write Tom fanfic, Harrison fanfic, any marvel character. 

FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE/ASK/ANON


Part Two      Part Three     Part Four


When one of your closest friends asks you if you want to be his bagel bitch for six months in Atlanta on the set of Spider-Man: Homecoming and be paid for it, you say yes. (Y/N) had been by Jacob’s side since his nerve wracking process of auditioning for Ned Leeds began: she helped him go over his lines, set up meetings with the casting directors, and basically took over the role of his manager, so when he was given the part, the most obvious way to thank his Marvel obsessed best friend was to bring her along as his ‘bagel bitch,’ also occasionally, but lesser known as ‘coffee cutie.’

Since Jacob had so many scenes to run with Tom, the pair became fairly close as well as their PAs. Wherever Tom went, Harrison went, and wherever Jacob went, (Y/N) went too. It was never awkward for (Y/N) though. She had always found her guy friends to be more genuine, interesting, and just more fun to be around than her female friends, and Harrison and Tom were just just as accepting of her as she was of them.

After the filming for Spider-Man wrapped up, (Y/N) decided to take a quick visit to her parents’ house and see her family before the chaos of press tours began. She had been ‘off-duty’ for a couple of months before Jacob called her back into action.

“Ready for Singapore?” he asked the instant she opened the taxi cab door.

“Not ready for the flight,” she muttered in reply and crouching into the car.

“At least Tom and Harrison are flying out with us,” Jacob added. (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows together in confusion.

“You didn’t tell me they were coming,” she stated.

“Does it matter?” he teased. The pair had known one another for a long time prior to the Spider-Man experience and Jacob had survived the months of filming without letting slip the weird fascination/fetish his friend had for English accents.

“I supposed not,” she said in return, keeping her head held high. “Gosh I hope you don’t run your big mouth.”

“I’ve made it this far without telling anyone your secret,” he replied.

“Jacob, you are the worst at keeping secrets from people you know.” It was true. He was the type of person to call up a friend to brag about how they’d never guess what he got them for their birthday and then immediately tell them what he bought.

“I’m not the worst at keeping secrets,” he protested. “I still haven’t told you that Tom had a crush on you.” He immediately covered his mouth and his eyes widened behind his glasses frames. “Damn it! Shit, I didn’t say that.”

“If my point hasn’t been proven, continue keeping secrets from me,” she sneered. “But what do you mean Tom had a crush on me?” Jacob could see that they were approaching LAX and figured that since the secret was out he’d catch her up on the details before they were around Tom and Harrison.

“Well, during the few weeks, I think both of them had a crush on you or thought you were cute or whatever–I told them they were crazy because you will forever be brace-face Urkel to me. Tom came up to me the second week asking for your number; he told me not to tell you he was asking for it and then started talking about how pretty you were and how nice you were and I was like: ‘we’re talking about her right,’ pointing at you, ‘the bagel bitch?’ It was funny because he didn’t know how chill we were with that name and kind of got defensive about it.”

“So Haz and Tom both have a crush on me?” she asked, certain he was holding back information.

“No, Harrison had a crush on you. Gosh, (Y/N), not everything is about you, you know,” Jacob laughed as they pulled up in front of LAX.

“So Harrison had a crush on me and Tom has a crush on me?” she asked pretending to be confused to get Jacob to spill.

“That’s what he told me a month ago. I still have the messages if you don’t believe–” Jacob continued before gasping, holding a hand over his mouth and using the other to point at her face accusingly. “You sneaky little witch!” he cried out as she shuffled out of the car and made her way toward the trunk to grab her luggage.

“I’m not going to say anything, Jacob. Odds are Tom isn’t going to act on anything so why would I bring it up and make this awesome trip to Singapore awkward?”

“Just go out of your way to be one of the guys, okay?” Jacob whispered as they rolled their bags into the airport to meet up with Harrison and Tom.

“Wouldn’t that raise suspicion?” she asked under her breath, intentionally screwing with Jacob’s logic just as she was trying to manipulate information out of him.

“Well then don’t do anything too girly,” he continued.

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“I don’t know!” he muttered as the blonde and brunette Englishmen came into sight.

“How about I just act natural?” she suggested.

“That sounds like a good plan!” he called in return as they met up with the other pair voyaging across the world with them. Harrison had on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt whereas Tom wore black sweats and a black t-shirt. Jacob had on athletic shorts and a t-shirt and (Y/N) wore leggings and a big t-shirt. She didn’t bother too much with doing anything with her face or hair since they were going to be on a plane for the majority of the day so her hair was tossed into a ponytail and barely applied concealer. She honestly thought she looked like the grim reaper.

“Jacob! (Y/N)!” Tom and Harrison greeted in unison. 

“Hey,” (Y/N) responded while putting her arms around Harrison in a warm hug before moving on to Tom. “I’ve missed you!”

“Are you ready for this?” Tom asked in an excited voice as they made their way toward their gate.

“Shit’s about to go down in Singapore!” Jacob stated, filling the position of hype-man. The four of them made their way onto the plane, placed their carry-on bags in the compartment above them, and started to settle into their seats.

“Oh, Jacob,” Harrison called out just before the seatbelt sign flicked on. “I forgot I had a video to show you! (Y/N) do you mind switching me seats?” (Y/N) was hesitant to move. She had already strapped herself into her seat as tightly as physically possible and was begging her body not to betray her as she faced her fear of flying for the millionth time–each ride more terrifying than the last.

“Um, sure,” she said and hurried past Harrison. Of course, she thought to herself. He would be sticking me in the window seat. She awkwardly inched past Tom, who was already seated and strapped in, and settled into the seat Harrison traded her. She pulled the seatbelt tight across her hips and dreaded the second the plane began to move. “Shitshitshit,” she muttered to herself.

“Is everything okay?” Tom asked as he pulled his headphones off his head and looked at her.

“Everything’s fine,” she lied.

“You hate flying don’t you?” he questioned her as she closed the window Harrison left open and dug her nails into her skin.

“Maybe,” she chuckled at her own irrational fears.

“There’s a reason humans were created without wings! If we were meant to fly, we would have them,” she grumbled as the pilot lined up with the runway.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as someone who was afraid of flying,” Tom said with a smile playing on his lips.

“What makes you say that?” she asked in response as his voice and eyes distracted her from her pounding heart and quickened breaths.

“You look fearless and have an intimidating personality,” he explained while turning his body in the chair to face her.

I’m intimidating?” she scoffed. 

“Hell yeah you’re intimidating,” Tom huffed. “Look at you!”

“Is it my resting bitch face?” she asked quickly. “I’ve been told I have that.”

“Well,” he paused for a moment. “Look straight for a moment,” she complied and he surrendered to her observation, “yeah, you do.”

“Damn,” she huffed playfully, trying to avoid Tom bringing up his supposed feelings for her. Just then the engines of the plane started to roar and she tugged violently against the seatbelt one more time, preparing for take off.

“(Y/N), you trust me, right?” Tom asked as her jaw clenched. All she could do was nod and he smiled at her, feeling as though her sharing this vulnerability with him was proof of her trust in him. He grasped her hand and she held his just as tightly as the plane began to propel itself down the runway. “You’re going to be okay,” Tom said softly as he opened her window. She looked at him in pure horror, wondering how a person could ever do such a thing, and then quickly shut her eyes. 

Once they were in the air and the plane leveled off, the grip she had on Tom’s hand lessened and their ears popped from changing altitudes. (Y/N) was humming ever so quietly that he had to stare at he throat to see whether or not it was her before speaking.

“Are you humming Metallica?”

“It calms me!”

An Unexpected Surprise - Liam Dunbar - Part 4

Requested by several readers

Word Count: 2,177

Warnings: Teen Pregnancy

Author’s Note: Not proof read. Ignore any grammar errors and enjoy!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Things changed over the past four months. Scott got his pack back, Theo was in hell, The Dread Doctors chaos was done with, and Scott had saved Hayden’s life by giving her the bite. Things were looking up… Well, almost.

Liam and Y/N became closer, but the closer then got, the more distant he became with Hayden. Liam hadn’t told his girlfriend he got his best friend pregnant, and he was lucky Hayden was still learning how to use her new werewolf senses, as she hadn’t been able to pick up the baby’s heartbeat. He was dreading to tell her, because, truthfully, he didn’t know how to explain it to her since his relationship with Y/N had changed too.

Y/N wanted Liam to tell Hayden. She was tired of holding on to a secret, especially one that would most certainly hurt Hayden. She had no problem with Hayden. In fact, she liked her and how she treated Liam. She knew Hayden loved Liam, but she had a feeling that might change the longer Liam kept their secret from her. It was only a matter of time before she found out, especially since Y/N was starting to show.

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This prompt was sent to me sooooo long ago by @legojacques. Thank you for your patience! I hope it was worth the wait!

Note: This is an AU where Bitty and Jack have a heart-to-heart after the events of epikegster, and then the rest of year 2 goes on to happen as it does in canon. Pre-relationship friendship, ftw! Also, ridiculous flight itinerary ftw lol


This was not how Bitty’s winter break was supposed to start. He never should have used that cheap airfare website. At the time he booked it, the Boston to Montréal, Montréal to Atlanta itinerary did not seem so bad. Weird, yes, but not bad.

Getting to travel the first leg of his trip with Jack did not hurt either. Bitty could not help but snicker as Jack struggled to hide his surprise at the cookies stashed in his carry-on. “Yes. I packed an entire batch of cookies for this flight. I know it’s only an hour and fifteen minutes, but… playing hockey burns a lot of calories, so we gotta eat lots of small meals.”

The employee raised an eyebrow. “Is a batch of chocolate chip cookies the best meal choice?”

“They’re not your grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies–” Bitty stopped himself. “Actually, they are my MooMaw’s basic recipe, but with a healthier twist.”

“Oh?”

“They have more protein.” Bitty grinned when Jack made a soft “hah” laugh. It was good to see him smile after the events of epikegster. This was shaping up to be a good day.

The day went south just as their flight was arriving up north. The pilot announced over the speaker that a storm was starting up, and that the landing would be rocky. Jack stared out Bitty’s window intently with a soft frown on his face. 

Bitty tried to keep his composure, but the first big jolt of turbulence elicited a quiet yelp from the back of his throat. “Sorry, so embarrassing…” He blushed and shyly looked over at Jack.

Jack was rigid and pressed as far back in his seat as possible, his eyes closed. He was taking slow, deep breaths, but his exhales were a bit shakey.

“Jack? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” Jack snapped before he could correct himself. “Sorry, just…”

“It’s okay.”

“Hey… Bittle?” Jack asked with his eyes still closed. 

“Yes, Jack?”

“Could you… No, nevermind. It’s stupid.”

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After Ever after (Part 2)

Robert Small X MC Daddy
Part 1 | Part 2 
Warning: This part contains so much smut, I hope you’re all ready for this bad boy (dad).

To finally end our cleaning frenzy, we headed towards Robert’s room. He leads the way and opens the door “After you” he says with a suave voice; really hot I must say. “The final boss huh?” I said as I looked around the room with clothes (underwear), booze, leftovers, and clutter all over the floor. “Honestly, I don’t know how you lived in this mess.” I said as I started to pick up empty whiskey bottles and beer cans. “I don’t know either, but what I’m sure about is that I’m tired living like this” He sounded so dead serious and I’m sure he is.Slowly the guilt came in, I should not have made that comment. I decided to say nothing more and just continue cleaning. I’m sure Robert appreciated the gesture.

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Bring Your Friends To Work Day

A/N: just an idea I had about how Deadpool’s friends enjoy his being basically indestructible.


Warnings: it’s Deadpool people, need I say more?


“Nat you got three more hostiles heading your way!” “Thanks Clint!” “Steve you’ve got four…had four coming to you. Damnit Bucky stop sneaking up on people!!” “I don’t sneak! I’m a lurker, it’s my thing. I am an assassin.” “Former assassin” “yes, thanks Steve. Former assassin. Besides, you’re supposed to be this amazing spy. I shouldn’t be able to scare you like that.”

“Guys, less talking more fighting.” A sassy “yes mom!!!” Is all Tony receives but they go back to the fight so he’s counting it as a win. “Mr. Stark?” “Yes underoos?” “I think we’re gonna need backup. I have a friend I’d like to call in.” “Wait, how does the kid already have contacts?” “It’s called networking Sam.” “He saved your ass didn’t he?” “…..maybe.” “Ha!!” “Focus! Alright Queens, call him in.” “Yes Cap!”

*meanwhile, across town.*

“Y/n!!” “AH!!! DAMMIT Wade!! Can’t you knock?” “Oh please, like I haven’t already seen everything you’ve got.” “Not the point Wade. What do you want?” “Peter called, The Avengers need us.” “I literally just sat down Wade.” “Woman, the city needs us. The Avengers have called us in & I am not missing the chance to see all those asses in skintight body armor. So get your tits up & let’s go kick some cock gobblers in the motherfucking ass.” “I don’t wanna get my tits up.” “Bucky Barnes is on the team.” “Dammit Wade…..alright, let me get my babies.” “Hey wear that hot leather number I made you!!”

“Wade? They called us, why are we skulking?” “I wanna see what they’re like first OH SNAP!! Did you see that thigh lock? She’s amazing!” “Wade, no. She’ll eat you alive.” “Well maybe that’s a kink for me y/n.” “There’s something wrong with you.”

They run into the fight, Wade & y/n quickly starting their normal banter. The team is a bit taken aback at first but soon find themselves joining in. “Wade, why are you counting bullets?” “I forgot my bag again.” “Fuck man, what kind of merc are you? You constantly leave shit behind!!” “Don’t start with me woman don’t think I didn’t notice that you failed to put underwear on.” “I hate pantylines & no one wants to fight while experiencing a wedgie.” “She’s got a point.” “See? Widow agrees, your argument is invalid.” “Fuck off y/n” the merc flips you off but you just high five the redhead and keep shooting.

*later at the compound*

“That’s not what happened Wade!!” “Oh for fucks sake Peter, that’s totally accurate! You were hanging upside down by your foot. You got caught in your own web, and I totally saved your adolescent ass.” “you didn’t save me, you fell offa building and broke your back because you were laughing so hard. Y/n is the one who cut me down!”

“Ha!! So you admit it!!” Peter groans loudly, he’s starting to regret ever inviting Wade. On the plus side, it looks like y/n and Bucky have hit it off, they seem to be bonding over having morons to look after. “Ya know, your Wade sounds a lot like a more foul mouthed Stevie. And that’s saying something because Rogers has a mouth on him.” “Yeah y/n would love for him to get that mouth on her!” “shut the fuck up Wade.” “Oh wait, I’m sorry. You prefer your men to have a metal arm.” Without a thought y/n shoots Wade in the head shocking the team until he starts slurring his words but doesn’t seem otherwise affected.

“See, that just proved I’m right. You only shoot me when I hit a nerve.” “You’re always on my nerves Wade.” “Yeah but you only shoot me when I’m right.” the smirk that crosses Bucky’s face hasn’t been seen by Steve in 70 years. “So you like my arm doll?” “Well yeah Barnes, how could I not? Especially when it’s attached to the rest of you?” “What do you say we steal some of Stark’s whiskey & go clean our weapons?” “I say you’ve got yourself a date Sarge.” They leave hand in hand, shoulders shaking with laughter as Wade yells after them “hey was that a euphemism? It was wasn’t it? Y'all are gonna fuck, eewwwww you’re gonna fuck an old ma OOW!!” Everyone looks at Steve, quite shocked to see the Captain smirking and blowing smoke from Natasha’s pistol. “Nice friends you’ve got Peter, invite them back anytime.”


I hope y'all enjoyed this, I know it’s late but writer’s block is a bitch.


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anonymous asked:

Hi there! I want to ask for a NFSW request so I am a bit embarrassing... Can I have a small fanfic/HC when the RFA+ Saeran walk in and find that MC is kind of 'helping themselves ' and moaning their names? Maybe it's like the RFA went for a business trip and accidentally walk in then they got home( maybe finish their hacking work in their own room for saeyoung and Saeran ) Thank you for your time about my request and I gonna leave with embarrassment >//< Thank you :D

Hello anon! Sorry this took SO SO long!! And I only managed to do Zen, Jumin & Saeyoung’s! I hope it’s okay with youu~~

Enjoy!

Warning: NSFW


Zen:

He wiped the sweat off his face and gave the mic to the backstage staff. He walk backstage with applause following him. He bowed and thanked the staff that all pat and congratulates him too. He just finished an amazing job and now he just wanted to see MC.

He is respected enough to have a waiting room for his own and that’s where he had hidden MC. He clicked the door open and heard sounds.

“Ahhh… Zen…Ohh….”

His face blushed red before reverting into his beasty side. MC had her hands inside her pants and her other free hand was playing with her own breasts. MC didn’t even see or hear Zen coming in. This is not good.

He took off his costume tie and suddenly looped it in MC’s eyes as he stood behind her.

“Oh! What!”, she yelped.
“What are you thinking doing such naughty things without me?”, asked Zen.

Zen grabbed MC’s hand to stop her from pleasuring herself. MC replied with a disappointed groan.

“Why, MC?”, he asked again.
“Because… you looked great at the stage….”

He just remembered that the waiting room had a television where MC can watch the play going on. Immediately, Zen dived his fingers into MC’s insides and gave an even more wicked treatments that left MC into nothing but mewls, moans and gasps. With his continued ministrations, MC finally came with a loud cry.

“This is not so bad of a congratulations gift, MC.”
“Zen… You made me…. Everyone would hear it….”, MC said between her panting.
“Let them listen how my naughty girlfriend sounds like when she come.”

MC lifts her blindfold to the view of Zen grinning wickedly while unbuttoning his pants. He was still in his white sailor costume, MC smiled. Her dream is coming true.

Zen guided MC’s hand to his swollen member.

“It’s my turn, MC.”


Jumin:

The elevator brought MC to Jumin’s floor. Jaehee greeted her with a surprise.

“Oh, MC, why are you here?”, asked Jaehee.

Jaehee knew the only reason MC would drop by the office would be for Jumin only. But he’s not there.

“I’m here for Jumin-oppa.”
“But he stepped out earlier.”
“Eh?”
“It’s almost the end of the year, a number of client asked him for lunch.”

MC hide her frown and smiled to Jaehee instead.

“Okay, I’ll wait inside then.”
“You sure? He won’t be back for a while though.”
“No, it’s fine.”

MC enters Jumin’s large office room. She clicked her tongue and threw herself on Jumin’s chair. Jumin had forgotten they’re having lunch together. How can he had forgotten? He just need to stay put in his office while MC is the one coming. And he still forgot?

And it’s been a while since he had last touched MC ‘properly’. MC ran her hand down and started pleasuring herself.

“Jumin… Ah… I hate you…”

Jumin entered his office with a bag in his hand, to the view of MC touching herself in his chair. She stopped immediately when she saw him.

“Jumin!”
“Oh, don’t stop, MC.”, he demanded.

With slow and seducing steps, Jumin approached MC that had turned red in the face.

“Did I hear you say you hate me?”
“No.”
“Oh and look at that. You stained my chair.”

With fast movements, Jumin had MC bent over his table in a perfect height for him to thrust into her in one go.

“My wife needs to be punished. Hard.”


Seven:

MC had walk past Seven, talked to him, to just the littlest response he can do.

‘Yes.’ ‘No.’ ‘Huh.’ ‘Alright’

He’s been stuck to his chair the whole day and only left for the occasional bathroom trip.

Okay, MC had had enough. She pulled a chair beside him, he only look for a second before focusing back to his computer. MC stripped her pants off first, threw her panties across the room, through Saeyoung’s field of vision.

“MC, I need to get this done.”

Longest sentence he had said.

Next, her shirt and bra came off flying. She used her puckered nipples to tease his back.

“MC……”, he growls.

She went back to her chair and lifted her leg to his table. Slowly, she began circling her clit and teasing herself.

“Saeyoung….Ahhh….”

Seven let out a sigh and grabs MC. He flinged her across his shoulder like a sack and threw her into the bed in their shared bedroom. He grumbled and took off his pants.

“You make my patience run out, MC!”

Re: virtual monsters and Gucci slippers

Originally posted by hobibaehyung

+ “I reject the notion that I could ever be too old for Pokemon.”
+ “You mean we aren’t dating?”

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Words: 893
Requested by: anon

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event (requests closed!)

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Originally posted by klaussgifs

A/N: requested a while ago but only just got it done sorry, however at least it’s longer

catch up part 1 2

warning:None

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It was the day that you and the Mikaelson’s were leaving well actually they had a fight and know it was just you and Klaus but you didn’t mind. You were excited for a new adventure that wouldn’t have you in danger, however the universe couldn’t make it this easy for you.

“(Y/n)?” Caroline questions you look up from leaving the door with one of your packed bags surprised as the whole Scooby-doo gang are at your house looking at you.

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Part 3 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 3,896

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You stood there staring at each other. She was pale; the palest shade of pale that you had ever come across. She was wearing a shirt that you had bought Sehun when you went to Disney land Florida last year with Jongdae and Minseok. It had an image of a washed out and faded Mickey mouse on the front and it was the only thing with colour that Sehun would wear, he went a week without washing it once and you told him it was time to take it off or you’d throw it away, it began to smell rancid. Sehun was no longer a small boy and so his perspiration smelt ‘manly’ to put it in the nicest terms. You were slightly angry seeing someone else wearing it and it was not doing anything to help the mood you were already in.

“I said who the fuck are you?” The girl in front of you hissed taking a step closer to you. She smelt like perfume and peppermints, her eyes were thin slits as they stared angrily at you she gripped her phone tighter in her hand as she continued to slowly advance in your direction. You smelt damp and you realised that you had walked into Sehun’s apartment with dirty wet shoes. He’d kill you for that if he saw it.

“I’m a friend of the man who owns this apartment, who are you and how did you get in here?” You frowned at her trying to show that you weren’t intimidated but deep down you were. She was uninviting and quite scary her jaw was set and her face blank and menacing almost like Sehun. In fact just like Sehun. Who the fuck was she? She scoffed at your question as if you didn’t have the authority to ask her.

“How the fuck did you get in here. I’ve never heard about you.” She was stood directly in front of you now, her forehead was pressed up against yours, you tried to hold your ground but the two of you spun around to look at the door when you heard it opening.
It was Sehun.

He closed the door behind him silently. He looked up at the both of you and frowned.

“What’s going on?” He breathed. “And why are you in my house?”

“I don’t know.” You piped up walking closer to him “I just got here and she was just standing here, wearing your clothes and I –”

“I’m not talking about her. I was talking to you.” Sehun’s eyes were slits just like hers as he turned to face you. Why wasn’t he shocked to see this random woman in his house, why were you the issue?

“I- I came to see you…” You stuttered staring at Sehun in confusion, you really didn’t understand what was going on.

“Did I not give you a spare key for emergency reasons?” He hissed walking ever so slowly closer to you. You nodded. “Right, and is this an emergency situation Y/N?” His eyes focused on your form as you stood there quietly, this wasn’t an emergency, but that wasn’t the point. You followed his gaze as it looked down at the muddy water that you had brought into the house with you, his face twisted in anger and disgust as he clawed at his jeans with his fingers.

“Get… out of my house…” He breathed, letting out a shaky breath through his nostrils.

“But Sehu—”

“I SAID GET OUT!” He shrieked slamming his hand against the wall. His face wasn’t blank anymore you could actually see anger and it was the first time in a long while that you had seen Sehun like this, you blinked at him and quickly made your way to the door not bothering to turn back you exited the apartment and made your way home. You lived a twenty minute drive from Sehun, but walking it was 40 minutes; walking in the freezing rain with a dress and no tights however felt like it was an eternity. You walked miserably through puddles and cursed every time the dirty water made its way up your legs and under your dress. Your phone began to buzz in your bag but you decided to ignore it since you didn’t want the rain to ruin it.

When you eventually got home your hair was completely soaked and so was your dress. You looked like a depressed wet dog and your mother took no time in making it known.

“Goodness me what happened to you? You look like trash.” She raised a brow at you as she poked her head up from behind the newspaper she had propped up against the wall on the table. A steaming cup of herbal tea in her hand. She took a sip from her cup as she stared at you in wonder.

“Thanks mum.” You smiled at her sarcastically as you kicked your shoes off to the side.

“You didn’t get a lift from Baekhyun today?” Your mum asked as she focused her gaze back on the newspaper. Ughh Byun Baekhyun, you didn’t want to think about him. You let out a heavy sigh and walked up the stairs.

“Trouble in paradise?” Your mum called up the stairs after you and you could almost hear the smile on her face. Why did she refer to Baekhyun as though he were your husband it really stressed you out plus it made you feel more inclined and entitled to like him when really you wanted to throw those thoughts into the deepest darkest parts of your head or maybe out of your head altogether.

You had to get out of these wet clothes before you caught a cold though so you went straight to the bathroom so that you could take a steamy shower and changed into a comfy grey tracksuit.

“Y/N! Your bag is buzzing! I’ve also stocked up the food with fridge!” Your mum called up the stairs again. You forgot about your phone and wondered who could be calling you. You raced down the stairs and walked over to where you had dropped your bag on the floor fishing for your phone in the small compartment. You saw 7 missed calls and 3 messages. All from Byun Baekhyun. You rolled your eyes you weren’t going to call him back because you were most definitely not in the mood to speak to him. You swiped on the screen so you could unlock it and read the messages he sent.

‘Y/N I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t ignore me, please pick up.’
‘I need to talk to you Y/N answer the phone please. Just don’t be mad at me.’

You rolled your eyes as you dropped your phone on the table beside your mum. Walking into the kitchen you rummaged around in the fridge for some food and soon decided to settle on a tuna and sweet corn sandwich. You stared out of the window as you ate; the weather was absolutely horrible the rain was gushing down. You still couldn’t believe that Sehun had kicked you out of his apartment like that and who was that girl wearing his clothes. Obviously he knew her since he didn’t bat an eyelid. Whoever she was, he’d never mentioned her before. And as for Baekhyun, you weren’t sure what the heck had gotten into him but you were surely disappointed in Nel for letting the both of them get involved with such bad influences.

“Y/N!” Your mum called again. You let out a heavy but quiet breath, why was she always calling your name couldn’t you catch a break? “Your phone is ringing. Chanyeol.”
Your eyes widened as you swallowed the last bit of your sandwich and ran to answer your phone.

You okay?” You asked you could hear Minseok and Rozz in the back.

“Are you? It’s Monday where are you? In fact where is everyone else it’s just me Minseok and Rozz.” Shit, you had forgotten on Mondays you all met up at the city library to do 3 hours of group study, God knows you all needed to revise for those exams even if Sehun and Baekhyun didn’t particularly need it themselves, but they came along anyway.

“Oh crud Chan, I forgot.” You decided to not swear when your mother was in the same room as you. “I’ll see if I can get my mum to drop me, the weather is disgusting. If not I’ll have to give this week a miss. I’ll call you back in a moment”
You saw your mum raise her head from behind her newspaper as she looked puzzled. Her lips were pursed together it was the type of look she gave you when she thought that you were up to something dodgy.

“Where is mummy dropping you?” She scowled at you as you smiled back at her pleasantly putting on your sweet daughter charms .

“To the library, to study with friends.”

She grunted as she drunk the last bit of her herbal tea and put the cup back down on the table.

“Fine. But you’re not going anywhere with that stinky tuna breath.” She laughed under her breath as she went to go and find her jacket.

“Thanks mum. Thank you very much.”

You were eventually dropped at the library and walked up to the 3rd floor to meet the others. You stared around noticing a change in interior decorations; this floor was now a berry pink theme instead of its previous lime green. Minseok silently waved an arm in the air signalling for you to come over. You hadn’t bothered changing into something better so you were still in your tracksuit.

“Hey.” You whispered as you got to the table and set your bag down. “Sorry I’m late, I totally forgot I had a really weird day.” You looked at everyone’s papers to see what they were studying and pulled a face as you saw a row of maths equations on Minseok’s paper. Maths most definitely was not your thing. He smiled as he looked at your contorted face.

“Want to help me?”

You snorted.
“No thanks.”

“Where are the others?” Minseok asked putting his pencil and calculator aside as he looked up at you properly. You bit your lip at his question.

“I don’t know where Baekhyun and Jongdae are, but Sehun is at home we umm… had a small fall out.” You rubbed the back of your neck nervously as you tried avoiding everyone’s gaze. Chanyeol frowned at you from where he was sat across the table.

“A fall out about what?”

“I don’t even really know he’s just been acting a bit…off.” You sighed as you pulled your pencil case towards you and selected some pens of different colours.

“Anyway…” Rozz coughed as she dragged her chair closer to yours to ensure she wasn’t talking too loud. “Prom is next week guys we’re all still going right?”
You weren’t really in the mood for prom to be honest, but you knew that you’d most likely regret it if you didn’t go. You nodded and smiled at her, if only to get her to just shut up about it for today. You could all talk about it tomorrow but just not now. Truth be told, you weren’t doing great with money right now and you weren’t really sure how you would afford a dress for prom.
You all decided to do two hours of silent studying so you zoned out plugging your earphones in, you squinted as you weren’t even sure what half of your notes meant as you looked back at them now. But before you knew it you had written four pages of brightly coloured annotations. You took pride in the appearance of your work and so colour coordination was always key. You slowly pushed your chair and rose to your feet.

“I’ll be back in a moment guys I need to pee.” You excused yourself as you walked to the ladies room relieving yourself as your brain was going into overdrive. You sighed as your lathered your hands with soap and washed them under the running tap; prom, exams, Baekhyun, Sehun, Nel. There was just too much to have to focus on right now. You let out a groan before you exited the toilet and returned to your table; you paused and frowned. There in front of you was Sehun and he was packing up all of your stuff putting it all into your rucksack.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You angrily whispered as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away from the table towards the stairs. The others staring wide eyed at you just as confused as you were as to what was going on.

“Come.” Was all he said to you. You frowned, you weren’t a dog he wasn’t allowed to treat you like one. You tried to pull your arm out of his grip but he was surprisingly stronger than you gave him credit for. Before you knew it Sehun was dragging you down three flights of stairs, out of the library and into his car. He locked the doors and began to speed away from the library; the car was splashing in and out of muddy puddles. The body of the car must’ve been an absolute state but it was okay, Sehun could afford to have it washed at anytime. Since you were in the car and were speeding down the roads it didn’t take long to for Sehun to get to his apartment. Why were you back here? He continued dragging you around as though you were a four legged creature, unlocking the door to his apartment. You looked around. It was empty, she was gone. Her smell however still lingered. Perfume and peppermint.
The curtains were opened and you only just noticed how dark it was getting outside, you flinched as a rumble of thunder and flash of lightening reverberated around the room. There was going to be a storm. You looked angrily at Sehun who was staring at you blankly.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He said his face straight as if today hadn’t happened. You laughed in disbelief, was he being serious? He had to be joking.

“You’re not stupid are you?” You smiled sarcastically at him, you wanted nothing more than to slap him in the face so hard right now, but you held back as best you could.

“Just sit down I need to talk to you…please.” There was no emotion in Sehun’s voice as per usual. He was monotone as though he were talking to a stranger. You dropped down on to the sofa angrily why was he doing this and why did he honestly think it was appropriate. “It’s cold. Do you want a hot drink?” He asked, but you stayed silently purposely ignoring him as you kept your eyes on the cream coloured plush rug that was positioned in the middle of the living room. “I’ll make you a hot chocolate.” He sighed disappearing into the kitchen. You heard the kettle switch on as it whistled throughout the room, you blinked every now and then at the sound of thunder and the flash of lightening. You stared down at your palms wondering what was really happening to you today. Before long Sehun was back with two mugs of hot chocolate, he handed you the bigger one and you took it without saying thank you trying to show angry you were. You stirred the spoon in your mug twice before taking a sip from it. A drop of the hot liquid dribbled down the side of your cup as you pulled it away from your lips, finally dropping onto your lap once it had reached the bottom; you used your thumb to wipe the drop back up the cup and licked your thumb after. You could feel Sehun’s intense gaze burning into your skin, much like the gaze you would receive when he was watching you watch Baekhyun. Only this time Baekhyun wasn’t there. He sighed out loud as he leaned forward and placed his cup down on the coffee table. You did the same as you assumed that this meant that it was time to talk.

She… I’m… we’re dating. She’s kind of my girlfriend.” Was all he said. Your eyes widened as you both sat there in silence for a while.
So that girl was his girlfriend, it took you a moment to process what he was saying. It didn’t even make sense that someone like Sehun would have a girlfriend. How was such a blunt and cold person capable of being compassionate and caring, although having said that she did look just as cold as him so maybe it was possible that they were a match made in heaven.

“…you kept that really quiet.” You cleared your throat as you finally spoke up. Turning your head slowly in his direction to look at him.

“Actually I told Nel… I just told her not to say anything to anyone. I’m not sure why.”
You frowned. Why had he told Nel before any of you? There was nothing wrong with her, it was just that him and Nel were the least acquainted out of the group it would’ve made more sense for him to tell you first.

“How long for?” You questioned.

“About 2 months.” He waited for your reaction but you still didn’t say anything. You just blinked, surprised that Sehun would keep it a secret for such a long time.

“Okay that still doesn’t explain why you’ve been such a bitch to me though Sehun. I apologised about the night of Minseok’s get together. I don’t know what else you want me to do I know I would never have actually done anything…”
Sehun sighed as he looked over at you and shook his head his face was still blank.

“It’s not that, forget about that. That never happened. It’s just my parents…”
Your eyes widened slightly. ‘Oh’ you mouthed and tried to give an understanding nod as you stopped speaking.
Sehun was ‘different’ from you guys in a sense that he was of a higher class. You were all ordinary kids but Sehun was from an upper-class family. In simple terms Sehun’s family was dirt rich. Whatever he wanted he could have and although sometimes he could use this to his advantage, the majority of the times he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to just be an annoying rich kid, he didn’t want to be stereotyped as that and so he had made his mind up that he wanted to go to a normal state secondary school instead of a private school because he craved the ‘ordinary life’. He was well aware that his parents didn’t like all of you and you were painfully aware of it too, but Sehun didn’t care because for the most part his parents made him sick and so he indulged in giving them everything they didn’t want from him and that involved having lower classed friends like yourself. Sehun’s parents were on bad terms and had been for years, they were separated but not yet divorced and lived apart from each other; each of them always dragging him into the middle of their problems, they each tried desperately hard to get Sehun onto ‘their side’ but Sehun didn’t want to pick and quite rightly so. Why should he have to? So he decided to live on his own when you finished secondary school, hence the beautiful apartment with the outstanding balcony view. You often wondered to yourself whether or not they were the cause for Sehun’s emotional vacancy.

“They want to get a divorce Y/N.” He brushed his hand through his hair in frustration. And this time around there was a hint of sadness in his voice, and it made you feel upset. Now you wished he was monotone again. “I knew for a while…but I’ve just been trying to deny it. I kept telling myself they’d put it off but they want to go through with it…” He went quiet. You were worried and since Sehun was such a cold character you didn’t know what to do.

“I’m so sorry Sehun.” You wrapped your arms around him and felt his body still under your touch.

“Please don’t touch me Y/N…get your hands off…” He whispered. You sighed as you withdrew your hands from around his body; it was extremely uncomfortable having a socially awkward friend you really didn’t know what to do and how to comfort him.

“I’m sorry I just don’t know how to—”

“You don’t have to.” He cleared his throat as he stood up and walked towards the sliding door, Opening it he stepped out onto the balcony. You swallowed hard as you watched Sehun standing outside getting soaked by the rain. You felt bad because for once you could see that he was trying so hard to reach out and you were reaching back for him, but his social anxiety wouldn’t allow him grab onto your hand. You were relieved that you were not the one who had put him in a bad mood though. You made your way slowly over to the sliding door, stopping at the threshold that separated the inside and the outside. “Clemente Jon-Dean is right. Everything is just fucking dark. The world is just so fucking dark! Happiness doesn’t exist, happiness is complete bullshit. It’s a fucking myth.” Sehun spat banging his hands against the railings.
You lowered your head. Was this the reason Sehun was doing so well in those literature lessons, because he was relating to them on a deeper level then you thought?

“Look Sehun…we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but I can just sit here in silence if you want.” You offered, wincing at another roar of thunder and flash of lightening.

He raised his head from where it was hanging over the rails.
“Mm. Thanks.” He was a man of few words but you got the feeling that he appreciated the gesture more than he was letting on. You heard a buzzing from behind you walking back into the house you tried to locate where the sound was coming from. Your ears led you to the kitchen when you saw Sehun’s phone flashing with Jongdae’s name on the screen.

“Sehun it’s Jongdae!”

“Answer it!” You heard him call; you heard the balcony door shut and few seconds later he was standing next to you, looking and smelling damp. “I’m going to have a shower. I’ll drop you home after.” You nodded covering the mouthpiece of the phone with your hand and uncovering it when Sehun had stopped talking.

Hello Sehun?!” Jongdae panted. Why was he out of breath, what was he doing?

Yeah Jongdae it’s me Y/N, He’s in the shower. What do you want?”

“It’s Baekhyun!”

Your heart thumped in your chest at the mention of Baekhyun’s name. You were beginning to panic. He had called you and texted you. Had he needed you? Was it urgent? A thousand thoughts were spinning round in your head.

What about him Dae?” The panic was evident in your voice now.

Just get to Central City hospital now!” He hung up.

“Oh God” You whispered to yourself, what was happening?


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Anchor (Liam Dunbar)

Originally posted by michaasiak

this idea was one I’ve had for a while and honestly, I’m proud I’m posting two days in a row lol.  with all the love you’ve shown The One Where You Find a New Home, I decided to write something new for you guys!! hope you enjoy xx

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Brett Talbot.

That boy sure is attractive, but he makes any girl run the opposite direction when he opens him mouth.  And I have the huge misfortune of seeing him today after school.  Devenford Prep is playing Beacon Hills and I can’t wait to watch my friends kick their asses.  There must be something in the water over at Devenford that has made them believe going to a private school somehow makes them superior.  They act all cocky, like nothing and nobody can touch them.

Snapped out of my angry inner monologue, I see Liam opening him locker and walk over.

“So, Nine, you ready for the game today?” I say, with a wiggle of my eyebrows.  But instead of the grin I had expected back, all I get is a half-hearted shrug.  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I forgot my science project at home, my water spilled in my bag and soaked my notebook, and I don’t want to see Brett’s stupid face today,” he finishes with a frustrated huff.

I put my hands up in surrender.  “Woah, slow down.  It’s going to be okay and I know you’ll do fine.  You’ve beaten them before and you have some help with… well… you know,” I say, referring to the heightened senses that come with being a werewolf.  “I’ll be in the stands, cheering you on!”  I say, with too much enthusiasm and head to my next class.  I hope my little speech helped.


After what seems like the longest day of my life, it is finally time for the game.  Although I’m just here to watch, I have butterflies in my stomach and can’t sit still, too worked up with anticipation.  I decide to head to the water fountain, just to have something to do to calm down before the game.  Liam seemed nervous enough and with chemo signals, the last thing he needs is my anxiety overwhelming him.  I step down from the top of the bleachers.  Then, humming and slightly distracted, I walk right into a rock-hard chest.

“Hey, beautiful,” and with those words, I immediately roll my eyes.

“Not today, Talbot.”  I try to scoot around him, but he steps to the side, once again blocking my way.

“Come on, babe, just talk to me.”  With this, I notice a player on the field raise his head in our direction and recognize Liam.  Brett continues, “You can even go out with me after the game.  I want you as my prize.”

I scoff.  “No thanks, but maybe after Beacon Hills wins, I’ll consider giving you a pity handshake.”

“Don’t be like that, I’ve seen you looking at me and I want you to know, you can always come to our side of the bleachers and wear my extra jersey.  You’d look great in it,” he says with a wink and I have to use all my strength not to get sick right in front of him.  He makes the mistake of putting his hand on my hip and that’s when I see Stiles and Scott rushing over to huddle around Liam.

“Excuse me, Brett.  This conversation has been tons of fun, but I have to go.”  Running over, I see Liam’s eyes through his helmet.  They aren’t bright blue anymore, but a sickly shade of yellow.  I mutter curses under my breath, looking to Scott for instructions.

With panic in his eyes, he tells me to take Liam inside, away from anyone who could realize what he is.  I nod, grabbing Liam’s arm and taking him where I’ve been with Scott before, in a similar situation to Liam’s: the boy’s locker room.  Arguably the smelliest and dirtiest place in the school, it seems to be the place to go when one needs separation from the world, which describes what Liam needs if he wants to avoid wolfing out.  

“Get out of here,” Liam mutters, eyes shut tight and hands balled into fists.  I see blood dripping to the floor, meaning his claws are out.

Cautiously, I respond, “Liam, just-”

“LEAVE!” he interrupts and lets out a terrifying growl.  He rams against a set of lockers, leaving them dented.  “Please, go right now before I hurt you.”

To this, I shake my head.  “You won’t hurt me, Liam.  Just listen to my heartbeat.  You can control this.  You need to control this.”  I take a few steps towards him, resting a hand on his shoulders heaving with heavy breaths.  He whips his head up towards me, eyes still yellow.  I take his hand and put it on my chest, right above my heart.  “You’re okay, just focus on the steady rhythm of my heart and breath.  You are safe and everything is okay.  There is nothing to worry about, nothing to be angry about, and nothing to fear.”  With this, he closes his eyes and sighs.  He opens them after a few minutes of silence and I am relieved to see they are back to being beautifully blue.

“Thank you.  I think you’re my anchor.  You brought me back when I thought I’d turn,” he sheepishly says.  “It’s just… I mean… When I saw you talking to Brett, hearing the things he was saying, I got so angry an-and jealous.”

I put a hand on his face and run my thumb across his cheekbone.  “Don’t worry about it.  I love you, idiot and I will happily take on anything that comes with being an anchor.  We should probably let Scott and Stiles know you’re alright, though.”  I take his hand that has since healed from being punctured with his claws and we walk back to the field together.


“Where THE HELL is Dunbar?!” we hear Coach say, obviously angered he’s missing one of his best players.

“I’m here!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?  Get on the field and score us some goals!”  Jeez, I don’t know how these players deal with such a loud coach.

Before the whistle blows, Liam looks over at me.  I wink and whisper, “Kick Talbot’s ass,” to which I get a thumbs up.  This game sure is going to be interesting.  I giggle, shaking my head, and crossing my fingers and shout, “Let’s go Beacon Hills!”

Momma Stilinski//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

Originally posted by okurdusunur

Stiles loaded the big bag into the back of the Jeep. “Are you sure you grabbed everything, babe?”

You were sitting in the passenger seat, “Yes, I’m sure. You wanted me to pack for this a week ago.”

He closes the door and gets in the front, “I know. I just wanted to know for sure.”

You put your hand on his thigh, “We’re going to the beach. Whatever we forgot we can pick up at the store, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. It’s just hard to relax. I’m used to everything having to be planned down to the minute.”

You rub your hand up and down before returning it to your lap. “I know. Just remember that you’re with me. Things will be okay.“ You lean over and peck his cheek.

You jump out of the car when you get there, “Jesus, Stiles. I thought you fixed the air conditioner.” You fan your face.

He sighs, “I thought I did. If you’re hot I packed water.” He looks up at you and you smile.

You walk over and kiss his cheek.

“What?” He looks at you, water in his hand.

“I love you so much.” You hug him tight and he laughs.

“Okay?” He wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. “Come on, babe.” He picks the bag up and puts an arm around your waist, leading you to the sand.

You lay your towel out and sit on it, watching as he sets everything up.

“Put your sunscreen on.” He flicks his eyes over to you.

“I don’t need it. I never burn.” You shrug.

“I don’t care if you burn, skin cancer’s serious too.”

“I love you with all of my heart, Stiles, but I won’t get skin cancer from three hours of sun.”

“Baby, please just use sunscreen.”

You shake your head, “I’m fine.”

He sighs and sits beside you, “You’re difficult.” He starts spraying himself with the sunscreen.

“I’m really not, I just don’t need it.” You watch him.

“If you say so.” You lean over and lay on his shoulder.

You decide to sleep over at his house that night, your parents weren’t home and Stiles’ dad said he was going to work late.

You’d showered after you got there and went to bed. You were woken by Stiles.

“Oh my god, Y/N.”

You sat up, panicked. “What? What’s wrong?” You rubbed your eyes.

“You’re red. You look like a tomato.”

“Haha, very funny Stiles. It’s six in the morning and you woke up me up for that? Let’s go back to sleep.”

“How are you not in pain?” He reaches over to touch your arm and when he places his hand under the blankets to touch you, you wince at the contact of the blanket.

“Great.” You mumble as you angrily crawl out of the bed. You walk to the bathroom and flip the light on. You were red, he was right. You’d even gotten little blisters on your arms. It hurt, it felt like you had third degree burns all over.

Stiles leaned on the door way, his arms crossed.

“Oh, get that smug look off your face. I know I didn’t wear sunscreen.”

“I never said anything.”

“But I know you thought it.” You sigh. “It hurts.”

He reaches for your hand, “Go get back in bed, okay? I’ll take care of you.”

You nod and follow him, he leaves the room and you hear him moving around in the kitchen. When he returns he has armfuls of ice packs. He lays them on your arms and legs.

“This sucks and I probably look really stupid.”

“Well, you kinda look stupid but it’s okay. I love you.” He smiles and examines your face. “You’ll be peeling by tonight.”

“That’s the worst part.” You sigh.

After lying with the ice packs for a couple of hours Stiles left you alone to run to the store. He returned with your favorite snacks and movie.

“I put aloe vera in the fridge earlier, so it should be cold enough to help soothe.” He sits the bag on the bed.

“Thank you for taking care of my dumb ass.”

“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” He smiles.

He grabs the aloe vera gel and helps you put it on, “You know that you’re going to wear sunscreen next time, right?”

“Yes, mom.” You look at him and he shrugs.

“I just want to take care of you.”

“I know, baby. I appreciate it.”

“Promise me you’ll wear sunscreen next time?”

“I promise.”

My Only Angel - A Wedding Series #2 - Big Spoon, Little Spoon.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

#1

You and Harry were now back home from Jamaica. It was bittersweet leaving the island because while you couldn’t wait to get home and get back to your bed as well as see your family etc, you were going to miss waking up to the beautiful scenery and being with Harry in private. You were unpacking your suitcase when you felt arms around your waist and lips on your neck. 

You giggled. “Can I help you?” 

“Yeah, you can,” he said. “But there’s shit on the bed.” 

“Because I’m unpacking,” you said. 

“You can do that later,” he groaned taking the shirt from your hands and throwing it on the floor. 

“Hey! That’s a clean one!” You said. 

He shrugged pulling you closer to him. 

“We literally just got off the plane an hour ago and you already wanna have a go at it?” You laughed. 

“You say it like it’s a bad thing, love,” he smirked. 

“Didn’t get enough during our trip? There were days we went without leaving the bed,” you laughed. 

“I’m well rested,” he said. “And besides I can never have enough from you,” he whispered. 

“Well, that’s a good thing seeing as how we’re getting married,” you smiled. “Speaking of, we need to figure out when we’re going to tell our parents.” 

“Maybe we could take them all out to dinner?” He suggested. “Your parents are flying in soon, right? I could see if mine wanted to fly out as well.” 

“It’d be nice to see everyone,” you nodded. “So, let’s try that first and if your family can’t come then, I guess we’ll figure something out.” 

“But since that’s days away…” he smirked. “Let’s put our time and energy into something else.”

**

“So, I’ve been thinking,” Harry said while the two of you were out for lunch a few days later. 

Both of your parents would be arriving later that day and you two had been running some errands before their arrival. 

“Oh lord, that’s a first,” you joked. 

“Excuse me, Y/N?” He said feigning hurt while you rolled your eyes. 

“What were you thinking about?” You asked. 

“A way for us to celebrate our engagement,” he said. 

“Haven’t we be doing that quite a lot?” You laughed. “I mean you’re there, so surely you remember.” 

“Oh, trust me, I remember,” he smirked. “Especially when you-”

“Okay, we don’t need to go into details in public,” you said holding out your hand. 

He laughed. “Anyway, I was thinking about maybe we could get tattoos together.” 

“Really?” You asked. “Isn’t that like a bad omen for relationships?” 

“It’s usually the whole getting each other’s names that a bad omen,” he said. “But if you uh, don’t want to get one, that’s okay. It was just a thought.” 

“No, I like the idea, but like what would we get if not our names?” You asked. “Nothing cheesy either like the key to my heart shit.” 

“Well, shit, Y/N, just shooting down my ideas left and right,” he joked. “But I do have an idea in mind.” 

“What is it?” You asked. 

“It’s a bit cheesy, but it suits our relationship,” he smiled. 

“Oh and what’s that?” you asked. 

“A big spoon and a little spoon,” he said. 

You looked at him and laughed. “Really? Like actual spoons?” 

He blushed. “Yeah.” 

“That’s really… that’s really cute,” you smiled. “I love it.” 

“You do?” He smiled. 

“Yeah, but would we each get both spoons or one get the big spoon and the other get the little spoon?” You asked. 

“I think one of us should get the big spoon and the other the little spoon,” he smirked. 

“And which one would you be?” You laughed. 

“The little spoon,” he said. 

“You would,” you giggled. “We should get them on our arms right here, so that when we hold hands or cuddle they match up.” 

“I love that idea,” he smiled. 

You smiled leaning across the table to press your lips against his. 

“Hm. I love you,” he whispered. 

“Good because I love you too,” you smiled. 

**

Later that night, you and Harry were cooking up dinner just in time for your parents to arrive. Even though they were coming from two different places, they some how were arriving around the same time. After the tattoo talk at lunch, Harry called his good friend and tattoo artist to arrange for the two of you get to get inked up. He was available that same afternoon, so of course, Harry jumped at the opportunity. 

Fast forward to now, you both had a wrist bandaged up around your freshly tattooed wrist. 

“What do you think our parents are going to say when we tell them?” Harry asked throwing the veggies into a skillet on the stove and pushing them around. 

“I’d think they’d be happy for us, you know? I mean technically we’ve been unofficially engaged for over a year now,” you said. 

“That’s true, but it’s different now that we are,” he said. “We’re going to planning a wedding and then having said wedding… and the wedding night,” he smirked. 

“Hmm, I was thinking about that,” you said. “What would you say we stopped having sex until we got married,” you smirked. 

Harry dropped the plate in his hands to the floor. “Uh. W-what?” He asked. “We don’t even have a bloody date for that yet and you just wanna stop like that for who knows how long?” 

You giggled. “You should see the look on your face. You’d think someone just kidnapped your puppy or something.” 

“Or something like that,” he mumbled. 

“Relax, I’m joking,” you giggled. “You’re already Mr. Grumpy Pants when it’s been a few days, I don’t even want to know how you’ll be after a year.” 

“Well maybe you should be so fucking hot and good at fucking,” he smirked. 

“I’m gonna take that as a compliment,” you said. 

“Of course baby,” he smirked kissing your head. 

You laughed going back to making the salad when the doorbell rang. 

“Ooh! They’re here,” you said wiping your hands off. 

You went straight to the door and opened to your parents and Harry’s. You quickly hugged everyone before they walked through the door. 

“Something smells delicious,” your father said. 

“We cooked dinner. It should be done in a few minutes. Long enough for you all to put your things away and maybe freshen up a bit. I’m sure the flights were long,” you said. 

“I need to use the ladies room,” your Mom said pushing her away through everyone. 

You giggled and Harry made his way out of the kitchen. 

“There’s my baby boy,” she smiled hugging him tightly. “I see you didn’t use sunscreen while in Jamaica,” she scolded. 

“There were a few days I forgot to apply,” he shrugged. “But it’s fine now.” 

“It wasn’t fine when you were complaining like a baby,” you smirked. 

“It hurt!” he defended. 

“Yeah, well you should have put on sunscreen,” Anne said. 

“Mum,” he groaned. 

You giggled and went back into the kitchen while everyone took their bags to their room. 

Once you all sat down for dinner, you and Harry couldn’t wait to share the news. 

“Um, Y/N and I have something we need to tell you all,” Harry smiled.

“You’re pregnant?” Your Mother asked. 

You coughed on your drink and Harry’s eyes widen. 

“No! No! Not at all,” he said quickly. “Y/N’s not… I mean we’re not having a baby.” 

“Oh, uh, sorry,” she laughed. “Proceed.” 

“I’m pregnant,” you said. “But Harry and I are getting married. He proposed during our trip,” you smiled showing the ring. 

“It’s official now?” Anne smiled. 

“Yeah, it is,” Harry smiled. 

“Congratulations,” she smiled coming over and hugging the both of you. “And it’s about damn time for us to be planning a wedding.” 

You giggled hugging her back and hugging your Mom who came over next. 

“I know, I can’t wait. We haven’t talked about a date yet, but I’m sure we’ll talk about that soon enough,” you said. 

“I want it to be soon, but also enough time for Y/N to have everything she wants,” he smiled. 

You smiled taking his hand. “I’d love for both of you to help, Gemma too,” you smiled. 

“She’d love to help you,” Anne said. “We all would.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“I think this causes for some wine,” Harry smiled. 

**

After a few glasses of wine and wedding talk between the women for most of the night, everyone decided on heading to bed. You had washed your face, brushed your teeth, and slipped on one of Harry’s old t-shirts before climbing into bed next to him. 

He smiled kissing your head and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Well, our families seem happy about us getting married,” he said. 

“Yeah, I think they’re looking forward to the planning more than I am,” you giggled. 

“You know how Mum’s are with weddings,” he said. 

“That’s true,” you said. “Earlier you said something about how you want me to have everything I want for the wedding…” 

“Yeah, I meant that. I want you to have your dream wedding love,” he smiled. “I don’t care how much it costs as long it’s perfect for you.” 

“Well, I can tell you know it’s not going to be a Million Dollar wedding,” you giggled. “But I want you to know that I want your input too. It’s not just my wedding, it’s our wedding.” 

He smiled. “Okay, I’d love to give little details, but for the most part as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” 

You smiled. “I love you.” 

“And I love you, baby,” he whispered. 

“Now, wanna be the big spoon or little spoon tonight?” you giggled. 

“Little spoon,” he smirked. 

You giggled pressing your lips to his before wrapping your arms around him as you two cuddled into one another and quickly fell asleep. 

French Fries (Crush x Reader)

Warnings: fluff~

Word Count:  688 words

Prompt: Nah

Notes: B/F/N is best friend’s name, B/F/C is best friend’s crush.

Summary: What could be better than eating french fries with your crush?

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You loved food.


Whether it was a slice of pizza, fresh biryani, or just a plain sandwich, you loved eating food. You’d literally walk a mile if you were promised a free all-you-can-eat buffet at the end. In fact, you loved food so much, you would honestly choose food over your friends, over your studies, over anything and everything.

You loved food so much, it was a surprise when you woke up so late, you skipped breakfast and forgot to pack a lunch. Worse still, you forgot your wallet at home, leaving your only one option.

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Day 29

It was hellish out today, a record high for this particular day of the year. We had an unusually large quantity of people coming through our automatic doors, and probably a lot of them just came inside to escape the heat. So lots of people were aimlessly wandering through the aisles, sweaty and pissed and dressed in as little clothing as they could get away with wearing. And somehow, in spite of all the revealing clothing parading in and out of the store, I ran into more shoplifting than ever before.

I’d already encountered one shoplifter personally at this point, and given just how big the store I was working at was, probably even more than that without realizing it. But the heat must’ve made people bold, or too angry to care about consequences. And I was situated right next to one of the major doorways, working the express lane, so I had a front row seat. 

The first was actually a woman who was about to check out at my register. Right before she reached me, with my usual too-perky customer service “Hello~” dying on my lips, the head of the store’s security team jumped on the empty register next to mine and waved the woman over. I could see Officer Bad-Touch lurking close to the head of the lane, and I knew that shit was about to go down. 

Head of Security (HoS): Hello Ma’am, did you find everything you were looking for today? Particularly in the food or cosmetics sections? Or would you like some more time to shop around?

Woman: I found everything. Thanks.

HoS: Are you sure? I think you forgot to put some things in your basket. 

Woman: (suspicious) No. I’m fine. 

It was then that Officer Bad-Touch jumped into the check lane dramatically, obviously wearing his cop uniform, and said, “Ma’am, I’m going to need you to empty out your bag for me.”

She was startled but complied. And a whole pile of random food and makeup products came spilling out of her purse. Officer Bad-Touch looked smug. “Ma’am, this is the one and only warning you’re going to receive. You’re lucky we’re not pressing charges today.” And then he put one of his bad-touch hands on her shoulder and started escorting her out of the store. 

Right as he and the woman passed my register, he seemed to notice me and gave me a weird little finger wave of acknowledgement. But right at the same time, I hit my elbow against the register counter and snarled out a pained, “Motherfucker!”

Judging from his expression, he definitely thought I was talking to him. Good


The next shoplifter I saw but paid little attention to. A woman walked in through the door beside me, grabbed a cart, and pushed it over to the deli area. She then loaded it up with eight (eight!) rotisserie chickens. And then promptly left the store. I was too surprised for this to even register as stealing at first. Because honestly, who the fuck needs eight whole chickens? 

In hindsight, I can’t help but be a little in awe of her brazen method. She was in and out in the span of a few minutes and gave approximately zero fucks. What a lady. 


The last case of shoplifting I think I saw, but didn’t know that any stealing had occurred until after a manager came by and told me about it. A woman and her two young children came in, walked to the back of the store, and put a new window air conditioning unit into her cart. Then she just simply walked out, pushing the cart with one child in it and holding the other child’s hand. I think I might’ve seen her–or at least another mom with an AC unit, looking around apprehensively by the door. 

The way my manager phrased this story, it was coming across as, “how dare this woman make a fool of us! We need to start putting security wraps on AC units too!”

But all I could think was that it was a horrifically hot day, and being cooped up indoors, where it’s usually even hotter, could kill people. I couldn’t be mad. I was just glad she was brave enough to do what was necessary to keep her family comfortable and safe. 

My Birthday

An unspoken war of thoughts, embarks, as the clock ticks to 12, lonesome midnight, I silent my phone, pretending the tingling notifications are the reason for me being awake, I pull that pillow close as it soaks the tears, flowing out as if they’ve lost their way, gathering courage I call my Mom as she makes me realize the importance of existence, I seem to forget every day, my dad still doesn’t talk ever since I quit my job.


I skip past many “happy birthday"s to find the one that gave my heart that missing solace, despite years of her silence, my stupid heart somehow finds a reason for her to text and shed that screeching silence away.

My eyes wander around all the corners of the chat window, that many years ago contained, texts of love and stupid jokes that she pretended to laugh to, where we planned about getting married someday, naming our kids after our celebrity crushes.


Hours pass by and I finally give up the wait, wiping off my tears, keeping photos of us back into the closet, ready to put on that fake smile, so that my friends don’t think they failed to make the day special. I get up to wash my face and look for ice cubes to massage the bags that droop below my eyes as I forgot that the nights were meant to be asleep and not being awake.


“Da Ding” my phone rings notifying me of a text, surprisingly received at 3 am, keeping all the thoughts aside I run to check my phone.

“You’ve got one iMessage” chills run down my spine and I look at that notification as if it was the first time I was seeing one.


“I can’t help it

I still love you

Happy birthday”


A joy I’ve been dying to experience, jumping all around my apartment, I scream and shout

“Now that’s what you call a birthday.”

I Know Him

A late @mlsecretsanta gift for @marichengs​! I hope you enjoy this fic! It was a lot of fun to write. :) Sorry for the delay in getting this to you!

Thank you @ladyserendipitous for idea bouncing this with me and for the title!


“I’m sorry, Chat Noir, but I like someone else.” Ladybug looked down. “I’m really flattered, but-”

“You don’t have to apologize.” It hurt to hear. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t. It almost killed him to face the reality that he and Ladybug might not end up married someday. Still, he’d deal with those emotions later, because it wasn’t her fault he’d fallen for her, and he refused to take it out on her now. “I just really hope the other person is amazing.”

She brightened. “Oh, he is. I-I mean,” she sighed. “Not that you aren’t. You are, kitty. You’re wonderful and brave and the best partner I could have asked for.”

The flattery helped a little, but it didn’t erase the fact that he wasn’t quite good enough to be the person she fell for. The truth was hard, particularly because some small part of him had always expected to be disappointed, expected to be turned down… “Thanks, m- Ladybug.” He had to stop calling her milady. It wasn’t fair. She wasn’t his at all.

She smiled and gently hugged him. “Listen. I know that you have a wonderful person out there for you, and I hope they make you happier than I ever could.”

He relaxed and returned the embrace with a sigh. “Thank you. I hope he makes you happy, too.” Despite the dull ache in his chest, he truly meant it. He loved her and wanted her to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

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anonymous asked:

So I've been looking at the tumblr lifting community's posts for awhile now and I'm obsessed and amazed; I've never lifted before but I really want to it looks so fun and I want free cute shit, but I'm so so scared!! How do I get over that and what/where would you recommend lifting for my very first time ever? Any tips or advice? I worship y'all 🙏🏼

oooookay lil nugget here we go.

first off - its okay to be scared. its actually better if you keep a little piece of you thats always scared, no matter if you’re experienced or a beginner. thats something that helps you keep track of what’s going on around you and helps you not get caught. when you get cocky or over confident, thats when trouble starts.

i cannot stress how important it is to start small.
start small.
start sosososososo small.
smol

like a lipgloss from walmart or one plain shirt from old navy. maybe a lil pack of beads from hobby lobby. whatever you do, do it small.

this lowers the chance of you getting caught, and the chance of you freaking out more.

do this a couple times. lil thing here, lil thing there. this builds confidence. the more confident you are with yourself, the more likely you are to start pulling in bigger hauls.

be patient. dont rush anything. this is by no means a competition. this whole process of confidence-gaining takes weeks, maybe months for some people.

and another thing - the majority of us on here that are pulling in a shit ton of stuff? we’ve been doing this for years. ive been lifting for 3/almost 4 years now. do not feel like you have to hurry and catch up to us.

secondly -do your homework. read through people’s tip pages on here. read about hooks, magnets, detachers, keys, all the different types of security tags, concealment methods, horror stories - ANYTHING. everything will be helpful down the road. read up on how other people got caught so you dont make the same mistakes. read up on how that girl managed to bag 3 naked palettes and 15 Kat Von D liquid lipsticks. learn about cam placement and how JCP Sephora is a place to stay away from. learn SA behavior and how to tell if they are being nice or plain sus. Learn how to tell if a bag is going to be a good lifting partner or if its going to be a hassle getting things inside. get familiar with every aspect of this community. follow as many people as you can. get inspiration from everyone. learn this life. live it. breathe it.

thirdly - try and pair up with an experienced buddy. i have found this to be so helpful. you get to see first hand how they do what they do. you get to see them in action, and learn their methods. however, know that going out with more than 2 other people is sure to get you noticed and tailed. keep the lil lifting group to either a pair or 3 people. make sure you can trust them. make sure you know them.

STORES:
Old Navy: they dont tag anything other than heavy coats and sweaters, some dresses, jeans, and in the summer some shorts. i re-vamped my whole wardrobe this summer courtesy of ON, but ive seen on here that they’ve started source tagging…. which makes me sad. so double check before you out anything into your bag.
Hobby Lobby: there are like 7 cams per store all focused on the cashiers. go crazy. get your much needed art supplies. this is a great store for beginners - and other lifters who love crafting.
Cotton On: nothing, and i mean NOTHING is tagged. idk why, but these hoes never tag anything and it makes me wonder what they’re even doing. i got christmas gifts for my brothers here this year, so i highly recommend this store. super easy.
Dillard’s: do not let the large size of the store intimidate you - this place is heaven. sometimes you’ll get lucky and somethings been left off the rack and untagged. sometimes theres that teally cute wallet that you’ve wanted for a while and it doesnt have a single tag on it. go for it. conceal in the dressing rooms. trust me. formal dresses? no tags. (from what ive seen, and ive been to 3 Dillard’s in 2 different cities.) their desinger jewelrythat they keep down there? go for it. none of its source tagged or anything. i walked out once with 5 pairs of mate spade earrings and 2 wallets worth the 100 each. just pay attention to your surroundings and you’ll do just fine.

TIPS:
- in the winter its cold as dicks, so wear sweaters. utilize these babies for all they’re worth. 1. sleeves are great for concealing small items like jewelry and lipsticks. 2. “i am so hot from all this shopping, is it okay if i have one of your bags to carry my sweater in? i would really appreciate it” (note: this only works with really nice SAs. some will be bitches and shut you down. you might have to try a couple of stores before you get one. and now you have a free shopping bag!) 3. put your purse in the crook of your elbow and drape your sweater over it. this helps conceal how big your purse is to begin with and hide how much its increased in size when you’re walking out. 4. idk they’re warm and fuzzy. they make me happy.
- boots: stick things in there in case you forgot your purse or something. you can stick small things like jewelry and face masks down in there, its great.
- go through your mom’s closet. or your aunt’s. grandmother’s. rich best friend, i dont care. more often than not, they have a couple of extra shopping bags from stores they’ve been too. my mom has Bath and Body Works for days, along with a couple of Coach bags and Ralph Lauren. these shopper bags can be used in the same way as a purse for hiding things in them. hide them in yoir bag on the way into a mall, and then in the bathroom, take out your lifted clothing and stuff one of the bags. that way, when you walk into other stores, the SAs think you’ve bought things from other stores. be careful and know the layout of the mall you’re in though, because if you’re carrying around an Urban Outfitters bag and theres no UO, then you’ve gone and fucked yourself.
- be cautious, be wary, and not get greedy. get in, get out, and live to lift another day.

hope you’ll find some use for all this nonsense, good luck on starting your hobby of lifting and i hope to see some beautiful hauls from you guys!