i hope it means something secret

I want so much more than small talk.

I don’t want to hear about the weather. I want to know about your deepest fears and your biggest secrets.

Tell me your pet peeves. Tell me your hopes and dreams. Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before.

Stay up late with me on the phone and talk about the things that are meaningful to you.

You mean more to me than small talk.

I don’t care about the weather. I care about you.

—  small talk.

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Prompt: eleven is popular And mike feels insecure about it (she gonna chose being popular over him) but she chooses him

HERE U GO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PROMPT (massive thanks to @el-mike-jane for betaing this bc she’s the best)

Word Count: 3.5k 

Pairings: Mike/El, minor Lucas/Max

Rating: T (for language)

Mike Wheeler walks into science class to see everyone chattering, which is massively different from the typical dead-eyed stares of Mr. Sherman’s physics class. It’s the first class of the day, and Mr. Sherman speaks the way gray looks, so it makes sense.

Mike takes his normal spot by Dustin Henderson, their bard and only member of the party he has in this class. “What’s up with everyone today?”

“They’re announcing the nominees for Homecoming Court during class,” Dustin says, looking bored. “It’s all bullshit, but everyone else is excited.”

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nct dream on valentine’s day


-gets confessed to a lot by the blushy shy ones and always politely turns them down

-probably gets a shit ton of presents 

-always goes “!!! oh omg!!! no it’s ok you didnt need to give me a present!!! hahaha, but ty!!!!!!!”

-a sweet precious bean that is extra careful not to hurt anyone’s feelings

-probably ends up going to the arcade with hyuck and wins a teDDY BEAR FOR HIM :’)))

-also gets smol gifts for the rest of his bandmates


-really awkward when receiving confessions

-he’d scratch the back of his neck and just go “sorry,,,, i dont really like you that way,,, but we can still be friends!!”

-probably gets a shit ton of chocolate 

-has to be dragged away so he doesnt eat all of them

-”mOrK LeE LeT ME AT THoSe chOColAtes oR I’lL FIgHT

-is a lil bit nicer to everyone on this day

-scoffs over skinship between couples and proceeds to backhug mark


-gets!!! the most!!!! confessions and secret love letters!!!!!

-probably hugs everyone that confesses to them and turns them down so gently !!!!

-”i dont like you like that bUT someone else will bc ur such a cutiepie and a good person!!!!!”

-gets a lot of confessions from boys too like wowzas what a boi

-his desk is overfilled with gifts

-pstt he always gets like one stuffie that he treasures for the rest of his life bc he just loves stuffies so much

-plans a date w/ him and jeno lbr



-the two of them run around school stealing all the hearts smh

-”im so flattered!!! but i dont like u that way :((((”

-pretends to be shocked when confessed to like jeno we all know you prepared for this the night before

-he probably practiced how to turn people down in the mirror

-”i dont like you that way- wAIT NO THAT’S TOO HARSH”

-will feed jaemin his chocolate in the middle of the hallway, gives no fucks


-an actual sunshine!!!!!

-legitimately didnt expect any confessions 

-maybe gifts bUT NO CONFESSIONS

-sunshine so bright it’ll mend all the broken hearts

-”!!!! this is,,, this is so sweet but!!! i dont like u that way,,,,, maybe in another life when our life isnt so complicated,,,, *dramatic sigh*”


-stares at renjun the entire day and hopes renjun says something

-(always sad when he never does :((( )

-gets everyone lil presents


-oblivious to everything

-a girl would be trying to confess to him and he’d just never notice

-shy smiles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-sososososo flattered by confessions and loves secret love letters

-goes on with his day like it’s any other day tbh (bf chenle doesnt like that)

-only notices chenle felt neglected on this vvv special day when jaehyun tells him

-so he dasi run run runs to the store to get a teddy bear and proclaim his unDYING LOVE FOR HIM

-i mean u gotta pair extra with extra™️️


-sweet innocent baby!!!!!

-blanks out when confessed to

-he literally does not know what to say

-probably stutters out his response aW

-”i-i-i’m,,,,, uh,,,,,, thank,,,,,,,,,,”

-a single bead of sweat just rolls down the side of his face and he literally goes into fight or flight mode

-’do i fight,,,,, nono jisung theyre a nice person!!! no fighting!!!!! so do we,,,, do i,,,, do i ruN LET’S RUN’

-probably gets a lot of cheek kisses from his hyungs bc he’s 2 cute to resist

-gets chocolate for his bandmates

-blushes a lot !!!!!!!!!

What does autism acceptance look like?

It has many facets, and I’ve got one for you.

My choir gets a “road map” for the next four weeks. This only changes for things like holidays where lots of things need to be listed. It’s a sheet of paper that’s all number coded so the Gathering Hymn will be listed as 1 with the title and number of the hymn from the hymn book and so forth. It also lists what song we’ll sing during Offertory (the songs I record and post are usually the Offertory! :D ).

The choir has a portable whiteboard and I’m in charge of writing the upcoming Sunday’s stuff on it and putting it out before Mass so people aren’t digging into their folders to find their road maps to know what hymn is next. It speeds up the process of being ready, basically.

The whiteboard is My Routine Thing and I get upset if something prevents me from being able to do it. My choir director knows this. He’s very careful about informing me of changes right away or he’ll tell me if he’s going to change something on the board before he changes anything I’ve written. Sometimes I accidentally write a wrong number and he’ll fix it, but he still tells me first.

The recent road map had all the Holy Week stuff and nothing for this upcoming Sunday. We’re not having practice tonight (Thursday) because the choir takes a little break after Easter and we come back with a song we know well and don’t have to practice too much.

In most cases, if a Thursday is skipped I’ll sneak into the church during the 9am Mass (I use a side door that goes into a hall, so few people see me creep in), do up the whiteboard with that Sunday’s stuff and then go into the ministry hall well before the 9:30am choir call-time for pre-Mass warmups. (We sing at the 10:30am Mass.) 

But, like I said, I didn’t have the upcoming road map because the last one was all for Easter. I was actually freaking out a little bit and debating on whether to email my director or wait to see if it’s handed out on Sunday morning. But waiting for Sunday morning would mean missing part of warmups. I was in a prompt-cue conundrum!

Fast-forward to about 20 minutes ago. I checked my email and discovered I just got an email with the road map for the upcoming weeks. My director titled it “Shhh, secret road map!” and in the email it was attached with a note that says “Sending this along early because I know routine matters to you. I hope this makes life a little easier. See you on Sunday! -J”

I cried. I was relieved. He did something proactive to help me stay calm because he takes my need for routine seriously.

That is what autism acceptance looks like, folks. It’s so simple.

The Same Costume

Request:  Hello! I was wondering if you could make a drabble for peter parker x reader where its halloween and reader and her friends dress up as “sexy” avengers and she’s dressed up as spiderman? You can do whatever relationship status with pete, whether it be crushes or girlfriend, etc…. thank you so much!

Warnings: None!!

Pairing: Female Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: THIS IS SO BAD PLS DONT FIGHT ME I’ve been so busy and nothing was coming to me so I tried my best :’)

This is just kinda something to break up my mini hiatus so I’m not going to add the tags to this one !! (p.s 70 days until Halloween)

“Peter, would you stop spacing out and pay attention to me for a second?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream and he quickly looked up to see he best friend waving at him. Ned had been going on and on about his project for Robotics Lab so eventually Peter had just tuned him out.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “I am paying attention. What’s up?” Ned let out a long sigh and pointed over to the group of girls standing in the lunch line. Peter noticed almost immediately that you were one of the members of the group and averted his eyes. You looked really nice today with your hair pulled back and he felt his face begin to heat up.

“I heard that there’s going to be an awesome Halloween party at Bethany’s house tonight. Y/N is friends with her so I was thinking we could ask her to score us some invites?” Ned explained. You, Ned, and Peter had American Literature together and all got along really well. You had your other friends, of course, but you also liked to hang out with the two of them whenever you could. You had a lot of things in common with them surprisingly, and Peter felt a connection with you right away. He had developed quite the crush on you, although you were oblivious to it.

“I don’t know, Ned,” he said, pushing the thoughts out of his mind. “Parties aren’t really our thing.”

“But Y/N will be there!” he exclaimed. “We haven’t seen her outside of school in so long. Besides, it’s a costume party. You know how much I love those!”

“Fine,” Peter finally gave in, “but you have to be the one to ask her.” Ned beamed and waited until you looked in their direction before flailing his arms around to get your attention. You laughed, quickly excusing yourself to go and talk to him.

“Hey guys,” you said with a grin. “What’s going on? If you’re gonna ask to copy my English homework you’re out of luck because I didn’t do it either.” Peter’s heart rate was doubling as each moment passed, and he tried his best not to stare.

“Actually, it’s about Bethany’s party!” Ned piped up. “Are you going to be there?”

“I sure am!” you replied. “My friends and I are all coordinating our costumes, it’s gonna be fun. Are you two going? It would be so great to see you there.”

“W-we don’t have an official invite,” Peter stammered. Your smile grew even wider, making his stomach flip.

“Well then, consider this it,” you laughed. “You have to go in costume though. It’s a tradition and, as weird as it seems, you’d stick out more if you weren’t wearing something dumb.” The bell rang as you finished, cutting your conversation short. You waved goodbye to them, leaving Peter staring after you in awe. He couldn’t believe that he was actually going through with this. He could vaguely hear Ned babbling endlessly about last minute costume ideas, but he was only half listening since you were occupying all of his thoughts.

Peter had no idea how he found himself standing at the front door of some random girl’s house wearing a Luke Skywalker costume later that night, but for some reason he did. He turned to Ned, who was dressed as a very unconvincing Yoda. He was a jumble of nerves, feeling extremely self conscious, meanwhile Ned was having the time of his life. It was finally an excuse for him to whip out his Star Wars merchandise and he couldn’t have been more excited. Peter reached out and hesitantly rang the doorbell, already regretting every decision he had made thus far. His breath caught in his throat when you were the one to answer the door.

“Peter! Ned! I’m so glad you guys made it!” you exclaimed happily. Peter couldn’t help but stare, his jaw dropping. You were wearing a skin tight Spider-Man body suit with thigh-high boots, showing off every single one of your assets. Your eyes gleamed from behind your small mask and Peter noticed the slight tinge of pink on your cheeks. He suddenly realized that he had been staring shamelessly and tore his eyes away, embarrassed.

“H-hi Y/N,” he said, trying to keep things casual. “Nice costume. I uh… I didn’t know you liked Spider-Man. That’s cool, he seems like a good guy.” Ned nudged him a little, and Peter quickly stopped talking.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed. “My idea was that my friends and I should go as the Avengers, but as you can see they took it a little differently. Technically I don’t think Spider-Man counts, but I really like him so that’s who I picked. I think it turned out pretty cute, you like it?”

“Y-yeah I think it’s… nice,” Peter squeaked. He cleared his throat, cringing at his own awkwardness. You giggled and let them inside, leading them into the kitchen. You were talking with Ned about something relating to The Force Awakens, but Peter couldn’t focus. He was totally distracted by the way you walked, the way your outfit accentuated your curves, and just generally how fantastic you looked in the Spider-Man suit. His suit. Well, something similar to it at least.

“What do you think Peter?” you asked, looking at him expectantly. He froze, not having any idea what you had been talking about. His mind went blank and he started to panic a little.

“Sorry, could you excuse me for a second?” he said breathlessly, turning and rushing past you.

“I should probably go after him,” Ned said to you as you watched him leave. “Parties aren’t really his thing. We’ll be back in a little bit.” He went off in pursuit of his friend, already knowing exactly what was going on. Peter found an unoccupied room and ducked inside, running his hands through his hair. He jumped when the door opened, but relaxed when he saw it was Ned. They stood in silence for a moment, just sort of letting him cool down.

“Peter, you have to tell her you’re Spider-Man!” Ned blurted out.

“Shh!” Peter gave him a severe look and looked around nervously. “What if somebody hears you?”

“But this is the perfect time!” he whined. “You heard her, she really likes you! Besides, you haven’t taken your eyes off of her ass since we got here. You have to make a move.”

“You’re crazy,” Peter said, although he had to admit he was considering it. Ned noticed this and his face lit up.

“I’ll tell her to meet you outside down the road in 5 minutes. Now’s your chance, Parker! Don’t blow it.” He ran out of the room, leaving Peter there with really no other options. He fumbled with his costume, pulling the suit out from his backpack that he never left home without. With the suit on he felt a lot more sure of himself and carefully climbed out the window quietly. From up on the roof he could see you walking outside, shivering a little in the cold October air. You stumbled a bit, still not used to walking in your heels. Peter smiled as he watched you go. He slowly followed, careful not to make his presence known.

“Hello?” you called, a little on edge since it had already gotten pretty dark. You tugged nervously on your costume, the tight fabric starting to chafe a little. Peter took a deep breath and built up the confidence to say something.

“Uh… hi,” he said, trying to pose in a non-creepy way as if he hadn’t been following her.

“Oh, you’re here!” you exclaimed as you whirled around but stopped dead when you saw it was Spider-Man. It wasn’t even one of those cheap costumes, it was the actual Spider-Man. You recognized all of the details of the suit, details that couldn’t be replicated. Your eyes widened and you quickly pulled the mask that you wore off.

“I-I think that’s one hell of a costume,” he said. “I’m not sure if I’d wear it, but the effort was there.”

“Sorry, is this weird for you? I mean, I bet it is. I didn’t mean for it to be offensive but I also wasn’t really expecting to see Spider-Man out here, you know? I can take it off. No, actually I can’t that would make it so much worse.” you rambled nervously. Behind his mask Peter couldn’t have been smiling any wider. Seeing you so flustered and shocked was really cute and he was loving it.

“I’m not offended at all, it’s the opposite really,” he laughed. “Why are you out here all by yourself without a jacket?”

“I’m actually waiting for someone,” you told him. “He’s great. He’s in my class and we’re friends but I want to ask him if he wants to go out- Oh wait, sorry you probably don’t care about that part. Forget I said that.” Now it was Peter’s turn to be flustered. 

“No, no it’s fine! Do you… Do you like him?”

“I mean, a little,” you admitted. “Don’t tell him, okay? Not that you would, you’re Spider-Man, but still.” Peter nodded slowly, taking a step back.

“Your secret is safe with me,” he said. “I have to go, I think I hear someone calling for help…” He looked behind his shoulder, pretending to pick up on something.

“I don’t hear anything,” you said curiously.

“No, trust me. Someone’s having a bad night, I should go help. Good luck with that Peter guy, I’m sure he’s nice. Hope things work out.” With that, he shot off into the trees leaving you there alone. You flipped your mask over in your hands, trying to ignore the fact that you had never mentioned Peter’s name to him and that Spider-Man had a very similar voice.

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Imagine Steve wasn't in love with Bucky Barnes before his big freeze, but now he's falling head over heels for the Winter Soldier

Steve wasn’t confused about his feelings.  Not really.  He’d been attracted to men just as much as he had been women.  He might’ve had to keep his attraction to men fairly quiet until he woke up in the twenty-first century, but he’d never been confused about feeling how he did.  

The confusing part was Bucky.  Or, maybe the confusing part was that it wasn’t Bucky. He wasn’t sure what the difference was, exactly, and what it meant that he hadn’t been attracted to Bucky before he was the Winter Solider, but he was now that Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he used to know.

He wasn’t sure if it was the hair, or that shared life experience he’d mentioned to Natasha once, or if it was something else that Steve thought, somewhere deep down, that he should feel bad about because the change in Bucky had come at the expense of so much.

Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he remembered and that difference made all the difference.  He was darker and haunted and as strong as –if not stronger- than Steve and there was something wily that shifted behind his eyes, sometimes, that made Steve’s stomach flip.

Bucky noticed.  And made sure to bring it up when he knew he’d catch Steve off-kilter enough to talk about it (exhausted after sparring.  Steve would be damned if Bucky hadn’t timed it perfectly because he knew how good Steve thought he looked exhausted and sweaty.)

“You wanna do something about it, or are you trying to see how frustrated you can make yourself?”

“What?”  Steve sputtered.  He wasn’t ready and didn’t know what to say and felt guilty that he was attracted to Bucky (the Winter Solider) now that he had seventy years of unspeakable horrors behind him.  Steve wondered what that said about himself.   

Bucky sighed.  “I see the way you watch me.  Did you always do that?”

“You mean did I do it when – Before?”  Steve managed to keep his voice even.  Mostly.  


Let it never be said that Steve Rogers backed down from a confrontation. “No.”

Bucky nodded, watching Steve carefully, searching his face for. Something.  When he finally spoke, it was much quieter, secret-sharing.  “I was hoping you’d say that.” 

“What?” Steve leaned back against his locker.  He was pretty sure the wold was tilting on it’s axis.  

“Steve, I – I’ve been wandering around thinking you’re mooning over someone I’m not anymore and – and it’s not true.  You want me, not him.  I mean – you know.”

Steve nodded.  “Yeah, Buck. I do.  But what does that say about—“

“-Stop.  We’re both different.  This might be the best excuse to finally forgive yourself for the fact that seventy years just happened to change us both.”

It was Steve’s turn to pick apart Bucky’s expression and when he’d done so to his satisfaction he reached out towards Bucky, who leaned in in kind.  

JARVIS ensured the locker room was off-limits for the next week. (First for the privacy of Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes, and second for the repairs necessary to the space once they were through with it).  

on the may 15th fansign, mental health, darkness, and hope

on May 15, 2015, during 화양연화 Pt. 1 I went to BTS’ fansign at Sinchon and had a conversation with Namjoon that I, at the time, chose not to reveal for personal reasons. at that time, because of that decision, there were a lot of people who criticized me—people accused me of saying something mean to him, accused me of hiding some secret relationship between us, called me a slut, etc. I didn’t say anything about it at the time because it seemed pointless, but now that 화양연화 has come to an end for real, and following the release of YOU NEVER WALK ALONE—plus, the upcoming 2 year anniversary of this extremely fateful conversation (lol)—I have decided to write about it, if only to explain a little of why I feel such a connection to the concept and so people will understand why I kept it private for so long.

I just want to go ahead and give people some warning: it’s not only a post about BTS. it’s a post about my life, and it contains a lot of sensitive material, like self-harm, suicidal ideation, and drug use. please bear that in mind if you decide to read it, I don’t want anyone to be upset by that content.

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Opposites - Jughead x Reader

Request — Anonymous asked: Could you please write something where (y/n) and Jughead have been keeping their relationship secret from (y/n)’s parents. Until one day they find out about (y/n) and Jughead’s relationship and disapprove because Juggie is from the wrong side of the tracks which makes Jug feel insecure about himself but (y/n) reassures him that she will always love him no matter what her parents think.

A/N — Thank you so much for 1k! I haven’t been on Tumblr for very long and all the nice stuff I get everyday is amazing and it means so much to me. Hope you enjoy this imagine!

Words: 2141

Warnings: Insecurities and strict parents

(Y/N) , (Y/L/N) , (E/C) , (S/C) — Your name, your last name, eye colour, skin colour

It’s been 6 months, 12 days and 15 hours since you’ve been dating Jughead Jones. Why were you counting? Because you’ve been waiting for this day for a long time. A very long time, if you want it as a fact. Although you’ve basically grown up beside Jughead for as long as you could remember, you’ve never left his side and he never left yours.

It was only just six months ago when the two of you had the nerve to confess each others feelings about the two of you. He invited you to go see another one of his favourite cult classic movies at the Drive-In where he worked. That night he had the chance to make his move, cliche to be true, but he did the stereotypical ‘arm over the shoulder whilst yawning’ trick. Jughead wasn’t very good at expressing his emotions, or flirting in general. But he watched enough movies to learn the technique. From then on, the two of you were together 24/7. Whether it was dates at Pop’s, trips to the Drive-In, or even just spending time alone at school whilst working at The Blue and Gold. You couldn’t ask for a better relationship because Jughead was perfect to you. But the only thing that you wish was that your parent’s could accept him for who he was, a Southside.  

(Y/N)’s parent’s were similar to the Cooper’s. They helped out around town, they baked cookies and invited new neighbours over for dinner, and they disapproved of certain people, the Jones’ being one of them. Her mother knew Jughead’s dad, FP, since high school. Before he met her dad, the two were lovebirds and were similar to the relationship her daughter was already having with Jughead. The only thing that split them apart was when her father came into the picture. He was new to Riverdale, capturing the hearts and eyes of almost every girl there. Of course FP felt protective over her and was anxious that he’d loose her, to which that happened. Shortly after that, he joined the Southside Serpents, a gang a little out of Riverdale. From then on, (Y/N)’s mom changed the eyes of FP, and to most who were alive before the next generation. She got lectured on her first day of school to be careful of FP’s son, so she didn’t get hurt or betrayed, to which she thought happened to her when in reality she left him.

It’s been 9 months, 7 days and 4 hours since you’ve been dating Jughead Jones. A week ago, the two of you celebrated your 9 month anniversary with a burger date at the one and only Pop’s. The two of you laughed the whole night away before he walked you home straight after. Not in sight, he kissed you goodbye and ran off before her parents could notice. Earlier that day, she convinced her parents that she was staying over at Betty’s to complete a school project for the following day. Luckily, the two believed it, and that whole night turned out perfectly. Last night you were told that your parents were going away on a business trip to New York, giving you and Jughead a little more time to spend alone together. They left in the morning, giving you plenty of time to clean up your room and romanticise the atmosphere a little bit. After school, Jughead met you after class to walk you back home.

“So, what’s the plans for this evening, Miss (Y/L/N)?” Jughead asked in a posh accent, making you laugh.

“Well, Mr Jones, I was hoping we could binge watch Orange Is The New Black and eat our hearts out with popcorn?” She replied, mimicking the posh voice he used before. The two of you were hand in hand in the cold winter’s breeze. This was all you ever wanted when you got the chance to be with Jughead without overthinking about your relationship with him.

“Sounds divine, madame.” He said in his usual voice, a cheeky grin plastered on his face as he leaned against you, kissing the top of your head.

The two of you finally made it to your house. Jughead never got the chance to see your house, due to restrictions with everything from the past. You were nervous as you thought about what he’d think of the place. You fumbled with the keys, managing to unlock the door before walking in with him straight behind you. A satisfied whistle escaped his lips as he checked around the house, closing the door behind you as you stood in front of him shortly after.

“Is it bad? I actually tried cleaning up the place a little.” She chuckled awkwardly, a small blush dancing on her (S/C) cheeks.

(Y/N), what are you stressed about? The place looks fine from what I can see.” He reassured her, before turning his focus to her once again. She smiled at him, leaning up to peck his lips a couple times before slowly pulling away.

“Come on, I’ll show you my room!” She gushed, taking his head as she lead the two of them upstairs, Jughead rolling his eyes at the way she was acting. The two of them made it to the top of the stairs, her opening the door as she let him in.

“So this is where the magic happens! And by magic I mean nothing.” She mumbled, closing the door behind her. Jughead smirked at to what she just said as he crossed his arms now standing in front of her.

“Speaking of magic…” He said with his playful smirk still attached to his lips. He leaned down holding her cheeks, closing his eyes as he passionately kissed her. She smiled in between the kiss, closing her (E/C) eyes and got consumed into the sparks he just created. Every touch, kiss or movement he did made her heart flutter with joy and lust. His tongue managed to sneak its way into her mouth, deepening the kiss as he moved to sit on her bed, bringing (Y/N) down with him. She sat on his lap as she cupped his own cheeks, kissing back with just as much love. Jughead’s hands crept under her shirt, clinging onto her hips as he supported her balance. Suddenly, the familiar sound of her parent’s car drove its way to park inside their garage.

“Shit, Jug! I think my parents are home!” You frantically said as you pulled away from the kiss. You hopped off his lap, as you looked out the window. “I don’t know what to do! They’ll flip if they see you!”  FP never told Jughead about his high school relationship with (Y/N)’s mom, so Jughead was confused to why she was freaking out.

“..Why would they flip, exactly?” Jughead scoffed, standing up as he walked over to where she was standing beside her window. Since her parent’s were about to get out of the car and the window was open, she pushed him aside and dragged him to the corner of the room.

“You’d flip because she doesn’t want you dating me.” She mumbled quietly.

“Wait, you haven’t told your parents about us?” He rolled his eyes, about to grab his jacket and leave as she blocked the door for him walking out.

“Look, Jughead. My mom dated your dad when they went to Riverdale High. I don’t exactly know what happened between the two, but from how my mom told me and what her opinions are on you guys are like now, it’s not good. But God, Jughead, I love you. I’ve tried so hard to tell her on so many occasions about our relationship and everything. Jughead Jones, I will. I will tell her, and…  I-I will right now.” She removed her arms from blocking the door, still standing against it. Jughead slipped his arms through his jacket before he leant down to softly and slowly kiss (Y/N)’s lips before pulling away. The two of them smiled at each other before she turned around and opened the door. As Jughead sat at the top of the stairs, (Y/N) made her way down to greet her parent’s as they just walked in.

“H-hey, how come you came home early?” She asked awkwardly rubbing her arm as she looked up at her mom and dad.

“Well, our flight turned out it was suppose to leave tomorrow night so we are just waiting until then, sweetheart.” (Y/N)’s dad said, looking over at her beautiful daughter standing in front of him

“Besides, we heard about some shenanigans happening around the Southside and we just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Her mother cut him off, standing in front of him as she now directly faced (Y/N).

“W-Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You asked, a scoff escaped her lips.

“Don’t act like we don’t know. Is he here?” Your mother’s face became stern and emotionless. Your mind rushed with thoughts, as she found out about her relationship with Jughead. You crossed your arms, staring up at your mother with a face matching hers.

“What do you mean?” (Y/N) tilted her head, a sarcastic hint in her tone of speech.

“That imbecile! That freak! That dirty gothic, Southside boy!” As soon as she said that, you felt your heart drop into your stomach. How dare did she think it was okay to say something so harsh to her daughter about the boy she loves.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry, what did you just say? I honestly can’t believe I’m related to you. But this boy, this so called “imbecile” is the guy I like. No, the guy I love. He is my boyfriend, mom, and I would never give up on him because you said so,” she paused, looking up at the staircase as she knew Jughead was listening in. She walked upstairs, grabbing his hand and brought him back down, the two of them now standing in front of her parents. “I love this boy with all my heart. Just because you still can’t get over your high school grudge over FP doesn’t mean you can go around dissing his family, especially Jughead. He’s going through so much right now, but obviously you wouldn’t care because of how selfish you are. This boy, this beautiful boy, is mine. And I won’t let anyone get in the way of us because I love him. I love him so much and God, if you could just open your eyes and realise it we wouldn’t be having this argument right now, mother.” Tears now escaped the corners of your eyes. You clenched your hand tighter around Jughead’s as you started shaking. Your throat was dry, your face was red and all your focus was on your mom.

“I-I…(Y/N), I’m sorry. This is my fault. I-I just, I’m sorry.” Your mother teared up too, now clinging onto your father’s arm as he escorted her out of the room and upstairs to their bedroom, shutting the door. You felt Jughead’s hand leave yours as he went to grab his bag that was sitting by the door. He picked it up, slung it over his shoulder, and reached for the doorknob, but he paused as he turned his glance to you, tears flooding his green eyes.

“She’s right. I am just some stupid Southside. Why are you still with me when you could go for Archie or Reggie? Anyone but me?” He said, trying hard not to break in front of her. A smile formed on her lips as she walked back over to Jughead, standing under his nose once again.

“Well, I can’t date Archie because he’s with Veronica, and quite frantically he’s not my type anyway. Reggie is annoying and only goes for girls appearance wise. And the rest? Well, they aren’t like you, Jug. You’re different, and that’s what made me fall in love with you.” She reassured him, placing her hands on his cheeks as she used her thumb to wipe away a tear that fell down his cheek. “I love you so much, Jughead.” She whispered softly. He smiled, lifting his hand as he wiped away another escaping tear. He closed his eyes, leaning in to kiss you slowly and softly, before the two of you pulled away. You removed your hands from his cheeks as he adjusted the strap that clung to his shoulder. He pecked your cheek before he reached for the door and left. You stood against the door before sliding down and sitting on the ground. Your phone vibrated, making you take it out of your pocket to read what was just sent.

Jughead: I love you too, (Y/N).

A/N — I’m so sorry this took so long to write, this is my last week of term and then I’m on school holidays which means more writing!


Request: I would love a bucky x reader fic where bucky and reader have to go under cover and things get steamy. Maybe reader has to be a stripper or something like that

Summary: You and Bucky have to go undercover at a strip club that’s a cover for a Hydra facility. 

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: I really like this idea and I’m kinda tempted to do a part 2.

(Part 2)

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The Preschool Teacher - Chapter 9

Life almost seemed too good to be real.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have ever imagined yourself on an Australian beach in February for Harry’s birthday, with such a wonderful man and the little boy you loved so much, spending stress-free time together…as a family.

That’s what you were becoming with them. You were afraid to say it out loud, afraid it would jinx your world and explode before you could really get comfortable with it. And Harry constantly referring to the three of you as a family made you nervous, but happy.

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My Girl - Tom Riddle Imagine

A/N: hello dearies! :D yet another request! for this one I actually combined two requests because they were sort of requesting the same thing… so :D


  • Anonymous said: Hi! I was wondering if you could possibly do a Tom Riddle one where you are both a lot a like (both want to get rid of mudbloods) and grew up together in the orphanage. Oh and you’re both dating and some girls are jealous over him so they’re mean to you and he uses a curse on them or something to protect you.
  • Anonymous said: Um can you pls do a Tom riddle x reader oneshot that doesn’t involve chamber of secrets and can the reader also be a slytherin thanks <3 

So, here it is! It was sort of fun to write like a villain xD hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.

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My Girl

“Excellent! 20 points to Slytherin” Professor Slughorn said excited after (Y/N) answered his last question. “Alright, that is all. Class dismissed!”

(Y/N) smirked proudly looking at the rest of her class. She saw the rest of the girls from her house, and from the other houses, glaring at her. She knew they were all jealous of her. Not by being brilliant at Potions, which she was… or any other subject for that matter; but because of the boy standing on the other side of the classroom smiling at her. He quickly walked over to (Y/N) and leaned down to press a kiss on her lips.

“That was wonderful, love” he said smiling.

“Thank you, Tom” she said stepping on her tiptoes to give him another peck. “Ready for lunch?”

“I’ve got a Prefect meeting, love” he said laughing a little when she pouted at him. “But I believe we’ve got a free period later, do we not?” he said raising his eyebrows a little suggestively.

(Y/N) giggled blushing a little. “It’s a date, Mr. Riddle” she said kissing his cheek.

Since she wasn’t going to be able to eat lunch with her boyfriend, she decided to get some food and made her way outside. Once she sat on a bench, she took out her favorite book and enjoyed her alone time. (Y/N) didn’t mind being alone. She was used to being alone. She grew up alone. Well, not entirely alone. She grew up along with Tom at Wool’s Orphanage. That’s why they became best friends. When Tom first realized his magic abilities, the first person he told, was (Y/N). He was even happier when they discovered she had them as well. They started Hogwarts together and were both placed in Slytherin. They even shared some of the same beliefs, like wanting to maintain the blood-purity, even if both of them were half-bloods and grew up in the Muggle world. Although (Y/N) wasn’t really sure if she was a half-blood or a pureblood or, dare she say it, a mudblood. Nobody knew anything about her parents when she was left at that awful place. Throughout the years, their friendship turned into something more. They had been dating for over a year now and honestly, it’s the happiest (Y/N)’s ever been. Tom was the only person she truly trusted and the only one she could say that she loved.

“Well, look who it is” of course she was rudely interrupted by Walburga Black and her group of friends.

She was used to this. Most of the girls didn’t like her. The girls on other houses didn’t like her because they didn’t like Tom, not that she cared, it was filled with mudbloods, but the girls in her own house didn’t like her because they were all pretty much in love with her boyfriend. She was used to it by now, but today she just really wanted some peace and quiet.

“Can I help you with something, Walburga?” she asked with a fake smile.

“Oh, please as if you could help anyone, you orphan” Walburga said laughing.

(Y/N) wasn’t going to lie. Walburga was known in the school for her beauty. A lot of boys were after her and if it wasn’t because she came from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and she was destined to end up marrying one of her cousins, probably, she could have any single guy she wanted. But (Y/N) wasn’t stupid. She knew very well she wanted Tom.

“Where’s your boyfriend? Did he finally come to his senses and got rid of you?”

“Not that is any of your business, but Tom is in a Prefects meeting” (Y/N) said closing her book. She stood up from the bench and was about to walk away from the group of girls, but they stopped her.

“You know as much as I do that is only a matter of time before he leaves you like everybody does” Walburga said with a smirk.

“Tom wouldn’t do that” (Y/N) said glaring at her. 

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Truths, Lies, and Secrets on Reputation


  • We think we know someone, but the truth is that we only know the version of them they have chosen to show us.

End Game: 

  • You’ve been callin’ my bluff on all my usual tricks/so here’s the truth from my red lips

I Did Something Bad: 

  • ‘Cause for every lie I tell them/they tell me three

Getaway Car: 

  • The ties were black/the lies were white
  • I was lying to myself

King Of My Heart: 

  • Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: 

  • I, I loved you in secret 


  • Our secret moments
  • Even in my worst lies you saw the truth in me

Call It What You Want: 

  • All the liars are calling me one

Part 4

It had been a week since Keith joined the circus and he had fallen into a routine.
Keith would wake up at 5 am to help Hunk make breakfast for the crew.
Then at 6:30 when everyone had eaten Keith would clean up while practice started.
He would spend the next few hours running around getting anything the performers need, dumbbells for Hunk.
Chains for Shiro.
Balance beams for Lance.
Megaphone for Allura.
Then around midday he would help make lunch.
After everyone’s eaten he would help Coran fix the set and costumes until show time.
During showtime after the first disaster of the winch Hunk was left in charge of it.
While Keith was put under Pidge, doing whatever the stage hand needed.
By time he had helped clean up Keith was usually so exhausted that he just collapsed onto his bed in the shared trailer.
Keith had gotten so used to this routine that it came as a surprise to him when one day everyone started to pack up so the circus could move on.
“Your coming with us right?” Hunk asked as he carried a large wooden beam over his shoulder.
“I mean… if you’ll have me.”
“Of course we’ll have you. Best assistant I’ve had since Lance started performing.” Pidge said as he seemed to materialise from no where making the two men jump in surprise.
“Wait Lance used to do my job?” Keith asked in surprise.
“Well sure he did, all the performers started out as stagehands until they found their act. Allura was actually the one to pick most of us up.” Hunk said with a soft smile “from the gutter or prison or mad house or brothel.”
Keith looked at Hunk in shock “that’s where you guys came from?”
“Well yeah, did you really think your the only one with secrets?” Pidge asked looking over his glasses at him.
“Hey Hunk Coran needs you to help him move some trunks of costumes!”
They all looked up to see Lance hanging upside down high above their heads untying the ropes that held the tent together.
A week ago Keith would of been worried Lance would fall. However after only a few days he came to realise that Lance was not someone to ever keep his feet on the ground.
He would always be climbing or hanging off something.
He even slept in a hammock hung above the others, refusing to sleep anywhere close to the floor.
Keith had tried to ask him about it, but he was always shrugged off and eventually he just gave up deciding it was just another of Lance’s strange habits.
“Sure thing bud.” Hunk walked off carrying the heavy beam like it was the lightest thing in the world.
“Lance! when your finished up there go help pack up the kitchen!” Pidge yelled up.
Lance grabbed a free piece of rope and began to climb down upside down.
“I’ll head there now.” He jumped off and landed on his feet with his arms outstretched like he expected applause.
All he got was an annoyed glare from Pidge. “Good, take Keith in about done here.”
“Yes mam.” Lance saluted making Pidge swat at him playfully with his hat.
Keith followed after Lance finding it annoyingly difficult to keep up with him and his long legs.
“Why did you call Pidge mam?”
“Oh cause she’s a woman… well on the inside.” Lance shrugged.
“What the hell does that mean?”
Lance thought for a moment “well Pidge is a girl but she has like a birth defect that makes her body look male. She doesn’t really care if you call her male or female but I know she prefers to be recognised as a woman.”
Keith nodded slowly starting to get it. “Was she the one from the mad house?”
Lance stopped in his tracks causing Keith to walk right into the back of him. “You heard about that then… yeah that was her. But it’s not my story to tell.”
Keith couldn’t remember Lance ever sounding so serious. “What’s your story then?”
Lance opened his mouth but closed it again when Shiro walked out of the kitchen tent carrying a few crates.
“All done here. Time to move out.” He smiled looking down at the two.
“I call Blue!” Lance yelled running off the the five horse drawn carts holding the entire circus going for one with a coat so dark it almost shon blue giving her namesake.
“What was that about?” Shiro asked looking down at Keith who only shrugged.
“I have no idea.”
If Keith thought helping to run a circus was tiring then actually moving one was beyond exhausting.
He had been put in charge of a slightly older horse with a ginger coat named Red.
She was a little tough to handle at first but eventually they came to an understanding after a few hours of struggling and running on ahead.
They fell into place next to Hunk and a very large shaggy horse named Goldie.
“So what’s your story?” Hunk asked.
“What?” Keith hoped he had misheard him.
“I mean no one joins the circus if they had the easy life.”
“Tell me your and I’ll tell mine.” Keith suggested pulling on Red reigns as she tried to catch up to over take Blue and Clover a little ahead of them.
“Well Allura picked me up after I got kicked out of a bare knuckle boxing ring.”
Keith stared at the gentle giant, he couldn’t imagine Hunk so much as hurting a fly let alone be fighting willingly.
“What happened?”
“Well me and Lance had known each other for years, it was just us see and we needed money to get by. Lance did what he could and so did I. For every fight I won I could get a dollar but if I threw a fight I could get five.”
Keith could t bring himself to say anything. If Hunk and Lance really had been together for so long then their natural closeness made sense.
They were like brothers not lovers.
“How come you got kicked out?”
A shadow crossed over his face “the guy that ran the place… he did something really bad to Lance… I punched him in the face and I know I would of killed him. But a whole room filled with fighters and well let’s just say I woke up bloody and batterer by Allura trying to see if I was still alive.”
“Wow.” Keith found was all he could say. What else could he say after hearing something like that. “So Allura got you and Lance to join?”
A pained expression crossed Hunks features for less then a moment before he shook his head looking at the road in front of him.
“N-no… she found Lance about 6 months after I joined up. I never thought I would see him again but because of her I got my brother back.” He grinned at Keith with so much joy that he felt a similar smirk stretch onto his own face.
“Ok story for a story, your turn so spill.”
Keith chuckled rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t really have a story. My dad owned a ranch in Texas and when I got old enough I decided to try my hand in the big city. I ended up broke and in prison for being caught with a prostitute.” He decided to leave out the gender of the prostitute.
Just because Hunk was nice didn’t mean he wouldn’t want him lined out for being gay.
Hunk laughed “aww and here I was hoping for some big dark secret, that’s nothing.”
Keith shrugged half heartedly “what can I say? Sorry to disappoint.”
“Ah well Lance is going to be disappointed, we had a bet going. He was sure you got arrested for fucking a guy or something.”
Keith felt his blood run cold.
“W-why would he think that?”
“Oh no reason, he just said you looked the type.”
Keith glared at the back of the trailer as though he could set Lance on fire just with the anger bubbling in him.
“Well I’m not, you can tell him and everyone else that asks that I’m no fag.”
Hunk winced “I’ll tell them your not gay… as long as you don’t use that word again.”
Keith looked at him in surprised curiosity “how come.”
“Because almost everyone here’s been one at least once in their life. Allura doesn’t get angry easy but her one rule is that no one uses that kind of language.”
Keith couldn’t of felt more surprised now even if Hunk suddenly sprouted wings and flew away. “B-but it’s illegal.”
Hunk grinned “not in every country we go to. First rule of the circus, the only laws that apply to us is about killing and stealing.”
Keith knew he should feel relief. These people were all like him… he could be himself.
However he couldn’t stop thinking about his time in prison.
The beatings and sleepless nights being on guard thinking that if he closed his eyes then he would never wake up again.

Is it hopeful or foolish to believe that Genndy is hiding a secret final episode  of the series that will air next week after the samurai jack marathon?

Seriously I mean, the show missed a day of airing due to Rick and Morty, and is it a coincidence that  they will air a marathon the same day of the week samurai jack is supposed to air? Something that is usually done in the anticipation of the series finale? like when gravity falls did it or when breaking bad did it? Maybe I’m too suspicious, or too sad that they basically pulled a gurren laggan on us. But still I loved this series and I just wanted to see jack end up happy with ashi. Also you do not kill a character voiced by tara strong without making me mad.

Things I love about the earlier version of In The Heights (from 2000, at Wesleyan University) that didn’t make it to the final musical:

  • Lincoln Rosario. Obviously.
  • “Welcome home, we haven’t seen you since Jesus knows when. You’re not alone.”
  • “All the neighborhood is dancing and it’s following my lead.”
  • “No me meto. No me meto. I’d like to help you out, no doubt, pero no puedo.”
  • Alma. That’s Benny’s mom. I’m really happy about how Benny’s plot changed and I get why she isn’t in the actual musical but she was such a good character.
  • “DJ you can’t go wrong, just play a latin song.”
  • In fact all about “Who is he?” is gold.
  • “There’s something out here for me, I haven’t found it. It’s strange, we’re only lonely when we’re totally surrounded.”
  • How clear Carla’s and Daniela’s verses during Blackout sound. I think Daniela’s part was sung by Alma then. Either way, they are so good and you can’t always hear them that well in the official version.
  • That little conversation between Nina and Vanessa during Blackout.
  • My Fire Escape. Both the original one and that later version for Nina are so beautiful.
  • “I’m hotter than I’ve ever been.” “Got that right.” So very smooth, Benny.
  • I Can’t Go Back is too good for me to choose one quote. Not to mention the ‘rewind tonight’.
  • “Don’t speak, just be/patient with me.” Benny’s entire verse there, tbh.
  • “Love isn’t something you feel for an hour or realize the night before. Love is a lifetime of hoping and wanting for someone, that someone, and praying to God up in heaven above, and waiting for kindness from your secret love.”
  • Vanessa calling Nina during Finale. That broke my heart.
  • “And in the height of all my pain, I remain, my heart remains.” “In Washington Heights!”

Hi there I would like to request BTS confessing to you (if you haven’t already). Thank you for taking our requests 😘😍 love you


★seokjin would do it quickly at first

★bc he’d be scared of rejection   

★if he blurts it out and leaves he can’t hear you say no

★’hi. i’ve liked you for a really long time and would like to move up from friendship. please come to the dorms tonight at seven for dinner’  

★and then he’d rush off  

★he’d get his answer tonight over dinner  

★if you came

★he’d be more composed

★and formally tell you how he feels  


★min yoongi 

★master of words 

★author of many incredible lyrics 

★would be completely lost on how to do this

★should he send you a text?

★tell you over the phone?

★send you a cd full of love songs?

★in the end he decided to go old fashioned

★he bought a bunch of your favourite flowers 

★and came over to your place

★’sit down and listen’

★’yes sir’

★’everytime i’m with you i get this warm feeling in my chest. at first i just thought it was a crush. but after it not going away, i’ve come to the conclusion that i’m madly in love with you’ 


★hobi would be the most nervous about confessing to you

★he values you so much 

★and the possibility of losing you bc you don’t feel the same way scares him 

★bc he’s been so worried about this 

★his mood would be off

★so you went to check up on him in his studio

★with the help of food

★he’d pick at the food quietly

★’did i say something to upset you?’

★’why do you think that?’

★’you haven’t been your normal self around me’

★that’s when he’d just let his emotions free


★namjoon would have it all planned out

★he’d have run through it in his mind hundreds of times 

★but when it came to the time 

★he’d go blank

★so he just stares at you 

★’earth to joon?’


★’you were staring. are you feeling okay?’

★’i would be if i could find the right words’

★’right words for what?’

★’for confessing how ridiculously in love i am with you’ 


★this bean would start doing small things to see if you’d catch on 

★’baby, let’s go get ice cream’

★’hold my hand, i don’t want you getting lost’

★’put my hoodie on, it’s cold’

★when you didn’t he’d up it

★’give me a kiss’

★’why would i do that?’

★’so i have a reason to give you one back’

★’you wanna kiss me?’

★’and take you on a date’

★’and sleep with you’

★’and hold you’

★’and make you mine’ 


★you’d be video calling while he was in a hotel somewhere

★’it’s strange not having you here. it’s like my husband is gone’

★he’d laugh and nod

★’i miss coming to your house to eat your snacks’ 

★he’d tease you as much as possible

★’i need to tell you something, i hope that’s okay’ 

★’you can tell me anything’ 

★’you need to keep it a secret’


★’not a soul can be told’


★’not even your journal’


★’i love you. and don’t say i love you back because i don’t mean it like that. i mean i like the way a husband loves his wife/husband’


★would go the movie/tv show route 

★he’d take you somewhere you both love 

★and spill his heart out to you 

★’we’ve been friends for a while’ 

★’we have’

★’and we’ve done alot together’


★’i want to continue making memories with you. i want you by my side for everything big…’

★he’d get worried when you wouldn’t reply

★’i’m in love with you. and i’m hoping it’s mutual’ 

Chris Evans Imagine

“But what if there is no more air left and everybody just simply dies.”

Chris threw his hands dramatically into the air as you looked at him with your slice of pizza in your hand.

“Sometimes I really ask myself where you get all of those ideas from but then I remember we’ve been best friends for over 3 years now and this shouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

His face dropped slightly as you shoved the pizza into your mouth and raised your eyebrow in confusion.

‘Yeah..best friends. Nothing more and nothing less.“

"Chris what are you trying to tell me?”

You placed your plate onto the little coffee table and turned around to face him as he had his hands folded into his lap and shrugged.

“Please just promise me to not punch me now.”

And before you could even react Chris leaned in and pressed your lips together which caused you to close your eyes immediately and let out a small moan in surprise. His hands were placed on your hips while your arms were around his neck pulling him closer and running your hands through his soft brown hair. Never in a million years would’ve you thought that kissing Chris would feel like heaven and this wasn’t even an
exaggeration because it set your whole body on fire. Of course you thought about kissing your best friend before and your little crush was something you always kept a secret and hoped to get over it as soon as possible because only the thought of seeing Chris with another woman drove you crazy.

After one minute of you both kissing,Chris pulled away,taking a deep breath and leaning his forehead against your while closing his eyes.
“Please say something.” His voice was full of fear as you backed away and slapped his shoulder.

“You fucking idiot I thought you don’t want to be friends with me anymore!”

“Does this mean I can kiss you again and you’ll go on a date with me or will you break my other shoulder after that as well?”

He had his typical smirk on his face as you climbed into his lap and placed you hands against his cheeks. “Shut up you dork."And with that you kissed him again as he wrapped his strong arms around you and pulled you against his hard chest,holding you as tight as he could without hurting you and showing you that from this day on you were only his

BTS Reaction to You Having Tattoos

Request- “ I have another request, if that’s ok? Idk if you’ve done this, but if you haven’t, could you do a reaction for BTS where they find out that their gf has a few tattoos that they couldn’t see at first? Because of winter clothing or something?”

A/N- Hi there! I hope you enjoy this reaction! I have a tattoo of my own, so this was very fun to write! :) - admin mace 


Seokjin- You knew your boyfriend could be a bit…traditional. He wasn’t the bad boy type by any means, so you knew as soon as you started dating, you’d have to keep your tattoos a secret. Though, your secret only lasted a little while. It was the first warm day of the year, and you foolishly decide to slip off your warm sweater and put your ink in full view of your boyfriend. “Y/N, what’s on your arm?” he exclaimed, eyes wide and full of shock. You stuttered for a few moments, trying to find words to explain, but your attempt fell short when Seokjin interrupted you. “They’re…they’re so cool!” i really wanted to use this gif lol

Originally posted by akaishinkirou

Yoongi- You and Yoongi told each other everything. You completely trusted each other, with pretty much anything. Well, except for one small thing- your tattoos. You’ve kept them a secret from everybody, hiding them with long-sleeves and such. You thought that nobody had any idea about them. You should’ve known better. “Hey Y/N, did it hurt when you got your tattoos?” Yoongi suddenly asked one day as you two were cuddling on the sofa. You stiffen and look up at him, incredulous. “How did-” He cut you off, smirking as he placed a kiss on your cheek. “I know more than you think.” He paused and tapped your side. “By the way, I like the one on your hip the most.” *insert smug wink here* 

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Hoseok- Your boyfriend was known for being a bit…scared. At first, you didn’t know how much was an act and how much was the real him. But you quickly learned that is just how he is, and that was exactly why you couldn’t let him know you had tattoos. You had no idea how he’d react. Currently, you two were in the dance studio as Hoseok was trying to teach you BTS’s latest choreo. “Here, let me help,” he said and wrapped his arm around your waist. Though, during the process, he accidentally lifted your shirt up a bit too far, exposing your ink. “Y/N, what the hell is on you?!” he yelled as he traced over the image on your ribs. “You have tattoos?” You nodded. He smirked and gave you a thumbs up. “Badass.” 

Originally posted by hobioppa

Namjoon- You and Namjoon had been together for six months. You truly loved him, and you were ready to take the next step with him…except that he still wasn’t aware of your tattoos. You’ve kept them expertly hidden throughout the months, and you knew you’d have to reveal them sometime. You just weren’t sure when. “Happy Anniversary, baby,” Namjoon whispered. You two were deep into a make-out session, and you were so into it, you didn’t realize your boyfriend had started to slip your shirt over your head. “Oh, wait-” You looked up and saw him staring at your tattoos with great interest. “Why have you kept these hidden?” he asked, licking his lips. You shrugged slightly as he began to trace the lines, slowly, with a darker look in his eyes. “They’re beautiful.” 

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

Jimin- You have had your tattoos for a few years now, and you were incredibly proud of them. There was just one problem- you didn’t want to tell your boyfriend, Jimin. There was such a stigma against tattoos where you two lived, and you weren’t ready to tell him about your own. You had just gotten back from work, and as you were changing in your room, you heard the door open. “Shit, Y/N, I- wait, what are those?” You quickly covered yourself with a t-shirt and turned around, smiling nervously. “They’re, uh, tattoos?” you replied. Jimin’s eyes widened as he approached you. “For real?” he asked. You nodded and let him observe them up close. He especially took interest in the one on your shoulder blade, rubbing his thumb over it lightly. “There are amazing.” 

Originally posted by daffodiltae

Taehyung- Although you and Taehyung had a fairly open and accepting relationship, you were beyond nervous to let him find out you had tattoos. They all were very special to you, and it made you anxious to share something so meaningful. “Tae, you better stop,” you yelled in between laughs. The two of you were in the middle of a tickle war, and Taehyung was currently winning. “Never!” he said back, reaching for your ribs. Somehow, he managed to pull your shirt up, revealing your large side tattoo. Taehyung instantly stopped and looked down at you, his jaw dropped. “Whoa, Y/N! You never told me you had this!” You shyly tried to cover it up. “It’s so cool! Tell me all about it!”

Originally posted by cyyphr

Jungkook- You knew that Jungkook found tattoos fascinating, but you were still hesitant to reveal your own to him. You didn’t know how he’d react, since you were fairly young to have so many of them. So, you did your best to keep them hidden beneath your clothing. Today, you and Jungkook had spent your time lying around and watching reality TV, which somehow turned into a wrestling match. “Say Uncle!” Jungkook squealed as he held your hands above your head. “Never!” you said back, giggling. You squirm beneath him, trying to break free, when you accidentally push your t-shirt up too far. You watch as Jungkook’s eye’s grow even rounder than before as he catches a glimpse of your tattoos. “Oh my God, you have tattoos?” he exclaimed, a smile wide across his face. “That’s wicked! You have to take me to get one!” 

Originally posted by hohbi

anonymous asked:

Aaaah I love this blog already! This is so cute!! May I request a Bakugou or/and Kirishima x reader about how they'd react about rumors (n/sfw?) about them in school? which might lead to an accidental confession or something ahaha;; I love your work and I hope you're having a good day!

Heck, I’m really glad to hear you’re enjoying this blog, I’m having a lot of fun writing for it! It means a lot to see that people are actually enjoying my content, and I hope you also have a killer day!
ps: I wasn’t totally sure if you wanted the rumor to be about the reader, about the boy, or about the couple, So I did one about the reader. I’ll make a second post with the Kirishima one and that will be a rumor about them being a couple. 

Something was wrong. Everywhere [Reader] went there were people whispering about something. They had tried to engage with others to try and find out what exactly everyone was being so secretive about, but whenever they neared a group they would scatter. Something weird was happening and [Reader] needed to know what it was.

The whispering continued throughout the day, even in their own classroom, and still, nobody would inform them of this big secret. There was a nagging fear in their mind that the big secret was about them, but what could it be? They hadn’t done anything interesting lately, they had no secret romance brewing, there was no conspiracy they were leading, so what the hell was everyone talking about? [Reader] could no longer sit idly by and hope for someone to tell them what was happening, they needed to extract the information from the classes weakest link, Mineta.

[Reader] slammed their hands on top of Mineta’s desk and looked him square in the face, “Mineta, what the hell have you and the rest of the class been whispering about all day?”

Mineta cowered back and tried to look away from you, “N-nothing-” he replied taking a quick glance back at you, but as he saw your cold stare his feeble attempts at lying fell apart as he succumbed to his fear. “I- I mean uh it’s nothing that important-”


“Okay, so there’s a rumor going around that you and Monoma had sex yesterday in the school’s bathroom,” Mineta said, covering his face with his arms in case [reader] decided to hit him.

[Reader] just blinks for a moment.  Why on earth would a rumor like that be going around, I’ve barely said two words to the guy, let alone slept with him. They decided that the best thing they could do now was talk to Monoma and ask if he knew anything about the rumor. And if he started it, the boy is gonna get the ass kicking of a lifetime. They left the class and started their walk to class 1B when they heard a familiar voice yelling and a loud thud.

They opened the door and saw that the loud thud was from Monoma’s body hitting a wall, and the familiar yelling was from none other than her classmate Bakugou.

“Who the hell do you think you are spreading those fucking lies about [Reader]?! Nobody, and I mean Nobody, does anything to hurt them or their reputation do you understand you shit-guzzling prick?” Bakugou yelled, lifting Monoma by the collar of his shirt. “I do not ever wanna hear you say another damn word about them! And if I do I’m coming back and I’ma fucking break your damn legs!”

[Reader] had seen Bakugou angry before, the man was angry most of the time, but the expression on his face, while he glared holes into Monoma's body, was one that they had rarely seen. [Reader] cautiously approached Bakugou and placed a hand on his shoulder. They swore he snapped his head around quick enough he could have gotten whiplash, but upon seeing their face Bakugou visibly relaxed. 

“Bakugou, I think that was enough. Come on, let’s get out of here.” They said, moving their hand down to grasp his. Bakugou reluctantly released Monoma and allowed himself to be dragged out of the class.

“You didn’t need to do that you know. I could have handled that myself.” [Reader] said, looking over at Bakugou who clicked his tongue and looked away.

“Tch, yeah I’m sure you could’ve, but there’s no way I’m letting some douche slander the [girl/guy] I love.” He grumbled. [Reader] immediately stopped in their tracks at that, “I’m sorry what was that?”

“If you didn’t hear me the first time, that’s your own problem, I’m not repeating myself again.” He replied gruffly before he started walking again without them.

 “Bakugou! Wait! Stop speeding up, we gotta talk! Bakugou! Stop running dammit man! Bakugou we have the same class you can’t avoid me forever!”