i just really like his face ok

What Happens on Thanksgiving: The One with the Friends Thanksgiving Episodes

Summary:  WHiV follow-up: Tom has some interesting ideas when it comes time to celebrate his first Thanksgiving.

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 4301

Warnings: Language. Fluff. I dunno, you be the judge.

Chapter 1  •  Chapter 2 •  Chapter 3  •  Chapter 4  •  Chapter 5  •  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  •  Epilogue  •  One-Shot: Thanksgiving

Keep reading

I like to think that Jack is so 110% that he can somewhat tell how Bitty is feeling based on the way his food tastes.

-Jack eating his sandwich with Marty, Thirdy or Tater (really anyone that is aware of Jack and Bitty)

Jack takes one bite, makes a contemplative face, puts down the sandwhich, takes out his phone and steps into the hallway. He returns 15 mintues later and continues eating as if nothing of significance occured.

“What was that about?”

“ Something was bothering Bittle so I just wanted to make sure he was ok.”

They ponder a moment for it seems whatever the issue, it has been resovled and prying isn’t a good way to talk to Jack. So they drop it and continued with their lunch.

This happens every so often and they start to wonder how suddenly in the middle of the day, Jack claims that something is “bothering” Bitty? One day someone decides to finally ask.

“If somthing is bothering Bitty why do you wait til you eat half your food before you call him?”

“I’m not always completely sure if he’s upset unless i talk to him directly or at least eat his food.”

“His food? Like what, it tastes bad?”

“No its still delicious, but different somehow. So i just call to check up. Usually its stress from school, so we talk through it and discuss how its going.”

“But how can you taste something like that?”

And Jack Laurent Zimmermann, as if someone casually asked 1+1? His response accompanied with the slightest shrug:

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Like what a silly question to ask?

Multiple sighs are released and heads hang low. Food is put down as eyes stare blankly at the ceiling. Some even have to leave, overwhelmed by Jack’s insane sincerity.

After practice Jack notices quite a few guys on their phones. Not meaning to, Jack passes and overhears variations of “Wondering how you day has been” And “Just thinking about you so I wanted to call and say hi.”

He doesn’t think much of it, (since it oblviously has nothing to do with him), and heads home.

so taako and kravitz are on a date, probably like a later date, and kravitz is really getting into Backstory Territory and is explaining his sort of state of being… undead, generally ageless and immortal and also carrying an aspect of the raven queen and taako’s just like “yeah ok cool cool” and kravitz explains that the raven queen can exist through him and when she calls he has to answer and taako just immediately picks up on the fact that she can possibly hear through him and he’s like

“hey can she hear me like, right now?”

“um… probably, i mean–”

taako is waving a hand in front of kravitz’s face like “heeeello, is this thing on, hey, R.Q., listen I–”

and kravitz is just dumbfounded like… what is he doing no stop and taako’s like

“hey listen im taako, sure you’ve heard of me, kind of a big deal, it’s a pleasure. listen, im gonna fuck your son, okay?”

cue kravitz fluffing like a ghibli character, dark cheeks even darker somehow and is like “woah woah, taako what–”

but taako continues like, “no i really gotta put all this out on the table like, your son is super great and im really into him, and also im going to totally ride his dick. i hope that’s okay!”

and kravitz just covers taako’s mouth finally and they get into this like play wrestling session except kravitz is absolutely stronger than taako so he wins and he’s just like HEAVING like OH BOY PLEASE DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS

and the raven queen just like whispers in the back of his mind like “get it, son.”

You’ll always have a home- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warnings: Angst, kissing, like a makeout kinda part? Is that even a warning?

Description: Jughead seemed off lately, with Jason’s death, and the drive-min closing, reader can tell something is off, but cant really pinpoint what

—————————————————————

The first time I could tell something was off was when I mentioned the coffeemaker. It was funny how something as simple as the mention of a coffee pot was the spark of my curiosity towards the situation.
“I swear to god, you drink so much coffee, I’m just going to get you a pot for your birthday so you can save some money.” And there it was, the slight twitch in his shoulders and the split second of a tense look on his face before he began laughing along. It was so quick, I was surprised I even caught it, but I did.
 I never asked about Jughead’s home life. He always steered clear of it so I figured it was a touchy subject. I wondered why I hadn’t been invited over in… well…. ever. Then I started putting together the bits and pieces of information and realized: I hadn’t a clue what roof Jughead was sleeping under at night.
Obviously, it was time to investigate.
And I had the perfect opportunity one afternoon.
“Shit, I forgot my textbook at home.” Jughead muttered, his head ducked down and searching in his schoolbag.
“We can walk to your house and get it if you want.” There it was, the tense-up. Jughead froze in his tracks for a split second before regaining his composure and kept walking. To anybody else, it would have looked normal, but I wasn’t anyone else. I was his best friend, and he was the boy I was in love with.
“No, it’s fine. I can just use yours, right?” Jughead looked at me with almost pleading eyes, and I didn’t want to egg him on any longer. I wanted him to open up and tell me the truth, not shut me out.
“Yeah, of course.” I smiled up at my friend and he smiled back reassuringly. Deep down, I knew something was wrong.
And a week later, I began to confirm those suspicions.
“Can you believe they’re shutting down the drive-in?!” Jughead screeched at me one morning as I walked up the front steps of our school.
“Wait, what?” I gave him a confused look.
“Yeah! Apparently an “anonymous buyer” gave the mayor an offer she just couldn’t refuse” Jughead through his hands up in dramatic sarcasm before scoffing and folding them over his chest angrily.
“Juggie, I’m sorry you’re going to lose your job, but- “
“it’s more than just my job, y/n!” Jughead paused for a second. I watched his Addams apple move quickly as he gulped down words that were threatening to pour out of his mouth. “It’s, it’s, it’s a special place! It’s special to us! I took you there when you first moved here! Remember?!”
“Yeah.” I laughed, thinking back to the memories of Jug and I sneaking up to the film roll room and watching through the peek hole while Jughead made sure the tapes were switched out on time.
“hello?! Earth to y/n?” Jughead waved his face in front of me, and I brought myself out of my quick trip to the past, listening to Jugheads rambling about the drive- in.
Jughead brought it up later to our friends as we ate at pop’s, inviting Veronica, Kevin, Betty and I to the last drive in on Friday. Of course, they all agreed to go, and we all planned who we would drive with. I decided to walk with Jughead, and Kevin was taking Veronica. Betty was going to go with Archie.
“I’m going to go to the mayor again and see if I can convince her to keep the drive- in.” Jughead told me as we began to part ways that night. I grabbed his sleeve, pulling me back to him.
“Jughead, why is the Twilight drive-in so important to save?” I asked him, my voice soft and full of concern.
“It’s my job, y/n! I thought that might be an important thing to try and save!” Jughead’s words dripped with sarcasm as he yelled at me. He never usually got angry like this.
“Ok, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, good luck.” I spoke softly as I backed away slowly. I watched Jughead’s face go from angry to apologetic and walked away before he could say anything.
Jughead and I didn’t really speak much for the next few days. We still walked to class together, and he walked me home. He told me that the Mayor just wouldn’t listen to him or give his words any consideration, so I tried going to her myself the day after he did to change her mind.
“Hello, miss- “I opened the door to her office slowly, speaking with the politest tone I could manage.
“Miss y/l/n, I’m sorry, but the drive in is closing, and that’s final.” The mayor cut me off with a firm but somewhat polite tone.
“I’m sorry to bother you, this is just really important to Jughead. I just wanted to at least try and change your mind.”
“That’s quite alright, miss y/l/n.” The mayor smiled at me, staring at me for another moment before speaking again.
“Jughead is… special. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, certainly not any that would at least try to help him with something like this. I’m sorry I can’t save the drive in. I wish I could, for your sake and Jughead’s, but… “The mayor sighed, rubbing the side of her head with her thumb and forefinger.
“Thank you for your time.” I nodded, beginning to exit the Mayor’s office.
“Y/n?” I turned to the sound of the mayor’s voice. “Jughead is lucky to have a friend like you.”
“Thank you, Mayor.” I exited the office, my shoulders heavy.
The night of the drive-in, I rode to the lot with Kevin and Veronica, meeting up with Jughead. I found him by the snack counter and smiled as I watched him talk aimlessly with the boy in the booth.
“Hey, Jug.” I greeted my best friend and the boy he was talking to.
“Hey, y/n/n.” Jughead wrapped an arm around me, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head leaning against his chest.
“How are you feeling?” I asked him, my voice muffled by his shirt. Jughead shrugged before looking down at me with a small smile on his face.
“Could be better, but you’re here, so I guess I’m not under a complete raincloud of doom.”
“Oh, so just a small one then?” I teased, grinning up at him.
“Yeah, it’s kinda just lingering somewhere behind me, ready to open up and strike me with a lightning bolt at any given moment.” I laughed at Jughead’s comment.
“Are you gonna come lay with us on the truck?” I asked him, a pleading look on my face. I grabbed his hand and began tugging him toward Kevin’s truck.
Jughead sucked in a breath before giving in. “Fine, Fine, I guess I’ll be angsty and depressed in the back of the truck instead of in the film room.” I jumped happily before intertwining Jughead’s hand with mine and pulling him towards the back of the truck. Veronica and Kevin sat curled up in blankets and scooted over so Jughead and I could sit next to them.
“Ah, it’s the official partners in crime, the tag team, the endgame, the- “
“I thought Archie and Betty were endgame?” I cut off Kevin before he could throw another couple reference at jughead and I.
“Yes, but that was before he got vocal with our music teacher.” Kevin grinned at his subtle pun and I rolled my eye.
“Ok, no Archie, no Ms. Grundy, no endgames, let’s just enjoy the drive in while we can, alright?” Veronica handed Jughead and I a blanket. I climbed in to Jughead’s lap and rested my back against his chest and he wrapped the blanket around us, his arms going around my waist under the cloth.
“Thank you,” Jughead whispered in my ear.
“For what?” I whispered back, grabbing the popcorn Veronica handed me.
“The mayor told me you stopped by to see her.” Jughead whispered to me. I turned around to face him and he was looking up at the big drive in screen, the lights reflecting off his face and casting shadows under his eyes and chin. He looked painstakingly beautiful. Jughead’s eyes flickered down to look at me and he smirked a bit before looking back up at the screen.
We stayed almost the whole night, watching movie after movie. The only time Jughead left was to go switch out the rolls as the credits came after the end of every showing. He would re-appear five minutes later, and I would lift the blanket as he hopped over the side of Kevin’s truck and resumed his prior position, his arms wrapped around me and his chin on my shoulder. At 4 in the morning, the credits to the last movie rolled, with only a few cars left on the lot. Veronica and Kevin were leaned against each other as they snored lightly, and my back rested against Jughead’s chest. I looked up at the mesmerizing boy. He had a hard look on his face and his jaw was clenched, his eyes glossy and shiny, the credits from the screen reflecting off his pupils.
“Jughead?” I spoke softly, my eyes on the raven-haired boy. He kept his gaze on the screen ahead of him. “Jughead, the construction people will be here soon, we have to go.”
“You guys go, I’m gonna hang around a little longer.” Jughead pulled away from me, climbing out of the truck and disappearing around the side of it. I turned to my friends, shaking them lightly to wake them up. Kevin woke first, carrying a still-sleeping Veronica around to the passenger seat and lying her in it. I grabbed my blanket and my backpack and swung it over my shoulder and waited at the driver’s side of the vehicle.
“Aren’t you and Jughead coming?” Kevin asked me, walking around to the front of the car where I stood.
“No, Jughead said he wanted to stay a bit longer, so I’ll wait with him.” I hugged my friend before he climbed in to the driver’s side.
“Hey, if you guys do it in the film room, I want details.” Kevin grinned devilishly before starting the car and driving away. I just shook my head, laughing at his comment. I made my way to the wall of the film room and leaned against it, folding my blanket. I pulled the bag off my shoulder, sticking the blanket inside.
 I waited for Jughead for another hour or so, playing on my phone mindlessly. I figured he was soaking up what he could of the film room before Mr. Andrews’ company teared it to shreds. The drive- in was his favorite place in town, besides the chock-lit shoppe.
I watched as the sky started to get lighter and I checked the time. 6:08 A.M. It wasn’t like I had never pulled an all-nighter before, and I wasn’t going to leave until I at least made sure Jughead was alright and home safe. I leaned back against the building, hearing birds chirping as the sun rose. Minutes later, I heard a voice from the other side of the building, and I turned my head, kicking off the wall with my heel and poking my head slightly around the corner. I saw the back of Jughead, and he was facing a man that looked familiar. Jughead had what looked like a camper bag hanging off his back, a poster sticking out of it.
“They’ll tear that booth down, too. Raise the whole place, send it to the junkyard.” The man in front of Jughead spoke, a smile playing on his lips.” And us with it.”
“Yeah, maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were.” I could almost picture the bittersweet smile on Jug’s face.
“Hmm.” The man smiled a bit more before his face became serious.
“So where are you gonna live now?” My heart stopped, a million emotions and realizations hitting me like a bus.
“I’ll figure it out dad, I always do.” I watched Jughead walked past him, walking towards the entrance of the drive in. I snuck around the other side of the building, making my way towards the entrance. I managed to beat Jughead to it and stood at the gate, my arms crossed as I waited for the boy I loved.
Jughead came around the corner, stopping in his tracks when he saw me. He had what looked like a busted look in his face as I stood there, a blank expression matching the hurt, worry, and concern for the boy.
“Y/n… what are you still doing here? I thought you-?” Jughead asked me, hoping I hadn’t caught on to what was going on.
“When exactly were you planning on telling me that you were homeless?” I cut him off, my tone of voice coming off as if I were a concerned mother. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to speak, but gave up, closing it instead.
Juggie? Really? I’m your best friend! We tell each other everything? Why would you keep this from me? More importantly, why aren’t you staying with your father? Is he homeless too? Did he kick you out? What is going on, Forsythe?! Tell me!” I paced back and forth as I rambled, before turning to look at Jughead. He looked down at the dirt underneath his shoes, His hand wrapped around the strap of his bag. I waited for an answer, my arms spread wide in front of me as I stared at him. Jughead said something that I couldn’t make out.
“What?” I spoke, encouraging him to repeat himself. Jughead lifted his head, the rims of his eyes a dark pink and tears falling down his face. My face dropped quickly, my heart clenching tightly as I looked at the broken boy in front of me.
“I said,” Jughead lifted his sleeve to wipe his running nose.” I don’t have a home.” His voice cracked slightly and more tears fell down Jughead’s face as he dropped the bag from his shoulder.
“Jughead.” I dropped my bag as well and quickly ran to the boy, trying to keep my tears from falling as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in to my neck and quietly crying. We stood there for a few minutes, my one hand rubbing his back and my other pulling off his hat so I could run my fingers through his hair, doing everything I knew in my power that could soothe him.
“Jughead, Hey, Jug.” My hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing the tears away from his eyes while mine began to fall freely.” Listen to me, you are not homeless, ok? And you will never, ever, be homeless, as long as I am alive and breathing.” I stopped for a second to inhale quickly, my nose stuffed.” You are going to come with me to Pop’s, and I’m going to buy us breakfast, and then we are going to go back to my house, and you’re going to take a shower, because lord knows how long it’s been since you’ve had one,” Jughead chuckled lightly at my statement and I also let out a breathy laugh.” And then you’re going to crawl in to the guest bed, and you’re going to get some sleep, because it literally exhausts me every time I see those bags under your eyes. And you’re going to stay with me, ok?” Jughead nodded silently, knowing that this was a losing battle.
“And this never. Happens. Again. You got it? God, Jug, something terrible could have happened to you. We’ve got a murderer waltzing around town, do you know how easily you could have been killed?” I scolded, more tears falling down my face. I backed away from Jughead, going to grab my bag. “I don’t know how I can ever survive without you, ever! I would have dropped dead if anything ever happened to you! You’re the most important thing in this entire world to me! I don’t even know how- “Jughead grabbed my arm, turning me to face him before leaning down and planting his lips on mine. I stood still for a second, processing the shock of the gesture before wrapping my arms back around his neck and pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips moving against mine. After a few moments, we pulled apart, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath.
“Jughead, I- “Apparently, Jughead wasn’t done, because he pressed his lips to mine again, taking my breath away once more. We stood at the gate of the drive in for a little while longer, Jughead pushing me backwards until my back was against the fence and his body was pressed firmly against mine. We broke apart when we heard a man clear his throat.
“Uh, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave the premises.” The man spoke politely.” Construction begins soon.”
“Oh, sorry sir.” I apologized quickly, fixing my hair that Jughead had his fist tangled in moments ago, and grabbed my bag. Jughead did the same, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the drive in and down the street towards Pop’s. We stopped at my house so we could drop off our bags and began our trek to the 24-hour diner.
“Hey, Jughead.” I looked up at the boy as we walked hand in hand to the diner. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jughead looked down at me, smiling warmly.
“No, Jughead, I- “
“I know, and I love you, too.” I stopped walking, causing Jughead to stop as well. Jughead looked down at me and I leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips.
Jughead and I made it to the diner soon after, spotting Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin at a booth. When they saw us, they invited us to sit and Archie and Kevin grabbed chairs from another table.
“So, did anything happen in the film room?” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows at me as Jughead and I slid in to the booth. I slapped his shoulder before glaring at him.
“Nah, nothing happened in the film room.” Jughead paused momentarily before speaking again.” It happened outside the film room.” Kevin’s mouth dropped open wide.
“You kinky fuckers!” Kevin hollered. The table laughed as I turned red in embarrassment. I felt Jughead’s hand grab mine under the table and I smiled, my fingers intertwining with his.
He would always have a home, and it would be with me.

2

☀️

husband highs — tom h.

Originally posted by tsseract

author’s note: GUYS IM SCREAMING because i hit 1k and wow i just wanted to thank you guys by posting something. i love YOU THANK YOU FOR READING MY STUFF and since i never leave a link to my masterlist i thought i should this time so here it is.  → masterlist


  • tom would be the most extra fiance ever like he wouldn’t ever not talk about how he’s engaged to the most beautiful girl ever
  • LOL WHO AM I KIDDING HE’D SAY YOU GUYS ARE MARRIED
  • especially in interviews like he’d be on press tour to promote his movie and the interviewer would slip in a congratulatory and tom would be like
    • “thank you, thank you so much, really. i’m happy, my wife is amazing”
  • and the interviewer would be like tf i thought this kid was engaged
    • “it says here you announced your engagement yester-”
    • “WE’RE MARRIED”
  • and you’d always tell tom that he couldn’t go around telling people you two were married when you two JUST GOT ENGAGED
  • it was sending mixed signals everywhere
  • especially since tom liked to wear a ring on his wedding finger
  • he’d just wanted everyone to know that he was taken because if you had a ring showing the entire world that you were his, why couldn’t he have one to show off he was yours???
  • it was the cutest thing ever and it never failed to make you smile whenever you saw his hand 
  • anyways since he had to finish filming a movie and do a press tour you guys decided that your wedding would be after he finished both
  • that’s probably one of the reasons he couldn’t shut up about you to everyone because he was SO EXCITED
  • while he was away he’d always facetime you
  • sometimes he’d be so hyper
    • “HI MY BEAUTIFUL GIRL GUESS WHAT TODAY IS??
    • “it’s the second-”
    • “THAT’S RIGHT WE GET MARRIED IN 184 DAYS”

Keep reading

So I got bored and checked the weather for both Almaty and St. Petersburg and they're hilariously different so here's an otayuri drabble

Why the hell Yakov was making him practice in this heat, Yuri had no idea. But he hated him for it.

Sure, it wasn’t drastically hot, but 19°C was hot for St. Petersburg, and Yuri could be enjoying the weather if A: it wasn’t so humid, and B: Yakov wasn’t making him practice.

Yuri tipped his head back, the vertebrae in his neck creaking and tense muscles stretching.

“Hey Yakov-”

“Give me a perfect triple axel into a spread eagle and you’re free to go.” The old man told him, drinking from the water bottle handed to him by Lilia.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Yuri said, exasperated. “In this heat?”

“Vitya’s been making Katsuki practice his quads all day, at least I’m not that cruel.” Yakov shrugged.

“Actually, I’m doing this voluntarily.” Yuuri called, taking off and landing a frustratingly perfect quad flip.

“I’ve been trying to make him come home for hours Yakov, this is none of my doing.” Viktor groaned, leaning against the barrier and wiping his brow.

“You said it yourself Vitya,” Yuuri shrugged, pulling off an effortless triple axel into a spread eagle. “I’m going to need to try my best to beat you.”

“I’ve created a monster. I’m doomed.” Viktor sighed defeatedly, gazing at Yuuri.

“And Yurio-” He started, trailing lazily around the rink.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m not stopping until I have both records, so I suggest you watch yourself.”

“Getting cocky, now are we, Katsudon?” Yuri asked, cocking a brow.

“Well it’s not the only thing I’m getting.” Yuuri shrugged, taking off into a perfect quad salchow, winking at Viktor as he landed.

“What the fuck have you done to him, Vitkor?” Yuri asked, slightly disgusted at the innuendo.

“I don’t know!” Viktor said exasperatedly.

“Alright, that’s it.” Yakov sighed. “Katsuki, get your ass out of my rink before you kill yourself.”

“I’m not even tired though.” Yuuri sighed, taking off into a quad loop.

“You’re hell bent on destroying my skaters and I can’t have that. Get out before you hurt yourself.” Yakov said firmly.

“But-”

“Yuuri.” Mila started. “We adore you, you’re sweet and talented and everything but with every jump you land, Yakov pushes us that much harder, so please, for the love of god, get the fuck out of the rink.”

“Okay, okay.” Yuuri sighed, finally skating off of the rink, Mila earning an exhausted ‘thank you’ from Viktor, who followed behind Yuuri.

“Yura. Triple axel. Now.” Yakov said firmly, folding his arms.

“Seriously?!”

“Yes. Now.”

“I’d like to see you do it, old man.” Yuri huffed, crossing his arms.

“Just do it, Yuri.” Yuuri called. “Anyway, we’re leaving for today, guys.”

“Finally!” Georgi groaned.

“Please take like, the next week off, you’re making us look bad.” Mila joked.

“No actually do, you’re driving me insane.” Yuri called.

“And Yakov said I couldn’t coach anyone.” Viktor smirked, pecking Yuuri on the cheek.

“Just leave already.” Yakov sighed. “Yuri, triple axel. I’m waiting.”

“For fucks sake, do I have to?”

“Do you want to lose the Olympics?”

“… fine.”

“That’s what I thought.”


Yuri unlocked his dorm, dumping his duffle bag at the door and kicking his shoes off. It’d been a week since Yakov and Lilia’s asshole of a son kicked Yuri out of his mother’s house.

He stalked over the mini fridge in the corner of his room, opening it and pulling out a cold can of fanta, wrenching open the tab and flopping down on his bed.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it and opening up whatsapp, ignoring the 689 missed texts from the Barcelona GPF group chat and scrolling to Otabek’s contact, selecting video call.

Otabek picked up after around the 3rd ring, and the imagine Yuri was greeted with wasn’t what he expected.

A flushed, tanned, sweaty, muscular chest and a giggling little girl in the background. The camera shakily carried up to Otabek’s face, where it was obvious that he older boy was fast asleep.

“Bekaaaa!” Giggled the little girl, a bony little hand with garish pink nail polish and ratty bracelets pressing down on Otabek’s chest. “Oyanw! Beka! Käne Beka!”

Otabek made a weird noise between a snort and a squawk, eyes snapping open suddenly as he lurched forwards.

“Sälem aytşı Yura!” The little girl giggled.

“Natya…” Otabek murmured groggily. “Nege telefonım bar?” He asked, reaching for the phone and pulling the little girl to the side. “Bul öte jaramsız.” He scolded, blowing a raspberry into the little girl’s cheek.

“Um… is this a bad time?” Yuri asked awkwardly, taking a sip from his soda can. “I can go…”

“Crap! Yura, I forgot. Sorry, I fell asleep and my little sister took my phone-”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Yuri shrugged. “It’s kinda cute.”

Otabek laughed, ruffling his sister’s messy black hair.

“Sälem Yura!” She grinned, waving at the screen.

“She says hi.” Otabek grinned, translating.

“Hi Natalia.” Yuri smiled, waving back, earning a gap-toothed grin from the little girl.

“Natya, Siz bizden kete alasız ba?” Otabek asked his sister, slipping back into his native tongue.

She nodded, waving at the screen.

“Bayt Yura!” She giggled, running off.

“She’s adorable.” Yuri smiled, sipping from the can again.

“I know.” Otabek grinned.

“Did you teach her to call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“To call me Yura?”

“She’s called you that since she saw you on TV at the Russian Nationals two years ago.”

“Why though?”

“Don’t look at me, she just does.”

Oh, Yuri was look at him.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“Huh?”

“You’re half naked. At least I think you are… I can only see your chest.”

“I’m wearing underwear if that’s what you’re asking.” Otabek snorted, flashing Yuri a crooked grin.

“Really? No pants?”

“It’s too hot.” Otabek shrugged, reaching for a something offscreen and bringing a glass of water to his lips.

“Seriously? Isn’t it like, 19°C? Kinda pathetic. And that’s coming from a Moscow native.”

“It’s 36°C over here.” Otabek said flatly.

“Damn, your coach makes you practice in that heat?” Yuri asked incredulously.

“Nah. Training’s cancelled. He’s passed out in the porch.”

“Lucky bastard. Yakov’s been forcing me to train.” Yuri huffed.

“Watch your language, Yura. My family is in the vicinity.”

“I’m like 300 miles away they can’t hurt me.”

“My cousin will find you. You know what Aleks is like.”

“And I hope you boys are keeping it PG-13!” Came the call of cousin in the background, causing Otabek to flush slightly.

“ALEKS!”

“I’m just saying! Your mother wouldn’t be too happy if she saw you-”

“Aleks, sabırlılıqtı toqtatıñız Beka!” Came a call.

“Dude I can hear like, your entire family, where are you?”

“In my back yard.” He shrugged, switching the camera so Yuri could get a view of the lush, green garden, and the hammock Otabek was laying in.

“Its huge!” Yuri gasped. “Your family must be loaded!”

“My mother was an Olympic silver medalist. That kind of set us up for quite a while, then I started to send money home whenever I got it.” Otabek shrugged. “Joq, Natya, şlangini tömenge ornatıñız!”

Yuri heard giggling in the background, along with running water. Otabek shifted, the camera shaking a bit as he moved.

“My sister has a hose, I’m going inside.” He explained as a jet of water splashed behind him. “Nope nope nope nope. Not today.”

“Are you afraid of getting wet, Beka?”

“No I just don’t want to get- AH!”

“Are you okay?” Yuri asked, cocking an eyebrow at the maniacal cackling heard in the background.

“Yeah, my sister just got me in the ass while I was running inside.”

“Damn, good aim.”

“Yeah,” He said, camera shaking as he went up the stairs, opening the door to his room and pushing in. “Yura?”

“Still here.”

“I’m gonna need to change but I’m too lazy to disconnect the call, can I just put you against a pillow so you don’t see anything?”

“Sure.” Yuri shrugged, tossing his empty soda can into the trash.

The screen went a dark reddish-brown colour as it was pressed against the pillow, the camera suddenly flipping just as the screen went black.

Yuri could see Otabek pull away, turning around and pulling down the damp, dark grey boxers.

What the hell was Yuri supposed to do?!

The rational thing to would be to tell Otabek 'hey the camera accidentally flipped and I can see your ass and probably dick but I’m not sure’, but for some reason Yuri couldn’t speak.

Otabek turned in the direction of the camera, humming to himself as he stopped up the boxers and tossed them into the laundry hamper at the edge of his room, walking over to a chest of drawers and pulling out a pair of boxers.

Otabek quickly pulled the boxers on, rooting through the drawers and pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt, putting those on too.

He reached for the camera, which suddenly flipped back to front facing as it was being pulled away from the pillow.

“Sorry I took so long- Yura, are you okay?” Otabek asked, suddenly concerned.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. Why are you asking me?” Yuri stammered awkwardly.

“Your face, it’s all… red. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine! I’m just a bit hot and sweaty from practice, I should probably shower.” Yuri said quickly.

“Okay…” Otabek murmured, unconvinced. “If you don’t feel better after the shower, call Viktor or Yuuri or someone like that. And make sure you drink a lot of water. And eat properly. None of that energy bar nonsense-”

“Okay mom, jeez. I’m fine, really.” Yuri said, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t get smart with me, young man.” Otabek said jokingly.

Yuri rolled his eyes, snorting.

“Bye Beka.”

“I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll call you later.”

“I really can’t stop you can I?”

“Nope.”

Yuri laughed, ending the call and flinging his phone onto the other end of the bed and pressing his hands into his face.

Otabek is hung like a fucking horse.

——-

I just winged it ok sorry

anonymous asked:

Which members of exo do you think know about kaisoo? Who do you think first found out? And who do you think supports it?😄

Well, I think all(?) of them know! I’ll show you anon~

Let’s start with JM (cuz he’s the one who seems to be the most stressed about this lol)

When his face falls, is the exact moment he hears Nini call Soo jagi.. 

Observing them afterwards looking nervous af

JM screaming NO inside his head when he sees Soo caressing Nini’s neck

Kaisoo flirting during a performance xD oh JM.. lol

“Why don’t I just squeeze my way through. Hi!” 

This is a recurring thing by now xD

JD: 

That smug look being like “I know what you two do at the dorms”

When Nini only held Soo’s hand instead of the rest of them, and JD lowkey judged him

Or when JD decided to tease Nini by putting his hand on Soo’s leg, and Nini was not impressed, Soo saved the day tho by removing the wandering hand and let Nini put his hand on him instead

When JD were being “mr.steal your boyfriend” to tease nini (once again). Look at the way JD looks at Nini before hugging Soo! 

Kaisoo were hugging, and BH was screaming DIKA over and over again, and JD was like “Fuck no don’t do that!!”

CY:

This was also after jagi.. 

Ok yeol Ok

YX:

When kaisoo were laughing about an inside joke and had a very not so necessary hand holding event and xing was caught in the middle questioning his life choices

Also after jagi..

MS:

Lol, he made fun of Soo for having touched Nini’s face beforehand xD

Or that time when he subtly decided to stand in between them, being like “don’t worry members, I got this” *squishes himself in between*

This gif doesn’t really tell you anything, I just think it’s funny lmao

BH: 

Lol Baek being absolutely done with Nini when he accidentally called Soo “cute” outloud

Day6: dating Jae would include

▪ ALWAYS TEASING THE CRAP OUT OF YOU

▪ honestly, if you’re the type to take everything seriously, this sunshine will change your view of life 

▪ always preaching about taking life easy and not over worrying about anything

 ▪ funny thing for him to say bc he’s always internally freaking out every time you smile or even glance towards him 

▪ you and Wonpil constantly teasing him and Brian over their bromance

▪ constantly tweeting some shady shit about you, but making it hella vague so you never know if it’s about you or Wonpil

 ▪ did I mention you and Wonpil are partners in crime when it comes to picking on him?

▪ prank wars are always on between you and Wonpil against jae and his other bf

▪ with Sungjin and Dowoon (not so) silently judging you all

▪ he can’t believe he picked a prankster as a gf, he can never catch a break

▪ sometimes, tho, you’re both really sweet to each other 

▪ not very good with expressing his feelings at first, but he just feels so strongly about you-

▪ so one day all the feelings that were bottled up came out like word vomit 

▪ all you could get out of the confession was “I love you sm ok like I literally never knew how much I needed a person until I met you, bruh, like I’m so in love with your face and everything-”

▪ that was all it took for you to tackle him and kiss the life out of him, RIP jae

▪ back hugs are a must. Will actually make up excuses just to hug you from behind “I saw some lint on your sweater” “ You just looked really cold" 

▪ you always having to initiate kisses, he’s actually very shy when showing some intimacy 

▪ loves playing with your fingers and your hair, especially when you’re telling him about your day and just chilling. He’s sitting there with a stupid grin, listening to your every word 

▪ so so so supportive of everything you do and stand for

▪ your personal cheerleader. Feeling sad? Cheesy memes coming up. Feeling exhausted? Jae’s there in .0002 seconds. Feeling hungry? Jae’s already at your place with chicken wings and soda

 ▪ actually very deep and will talk to you about everything going on in his beautiful mind

▪ not a casual cuddler, but you quickly convinced him otherwise

▪ pls never ever let this chicken nugget go, I promise he’ll treat you like a princess 💖

Originally posted by iday6

Forbidden Love | Pt. 9

▷ Jimin Angst

❥ “I think about you a little more than I should..”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Epilogue 

You read the last text message over and over again, each time sobbing harder because of the pain in your chest.

You never thought that leaving him would be so painful and hard for you. Each passing day, you felt weaker and weaker, the longing for his love and touch growing every second.

But you had him now. He needed you, just like you needed him. He changed your whole life, making you realize that you could love someone even more than you’ve ever imagined.

He made you realize that you had to be strong. For him and for yourself..

You snapped out of your thoughts when your felt the bed beside you dip slowly, two arms wrapping around your body and squeezing you tightly as much as he could.

Smiling softly, you hugged him back and closed your eyes, relaxing to the feeling of his soft and warm touch.

He belonged to you and you belonged to him. And you were ready to do everything not to change that.


Jimin sighed as he looked at his phone screen. It was another day and he had send another text message, just like everyday since you left.

At first, the text messages were expressing his anger and disappointment he felt towards you. But as time flew by, his anger turned into pain and the disappointment vanished away as if it had never been there before. He started missing you like crazy and hoped to find you as soon as he could.

But just like everyone, he had times too, where he felt like he was losing his hope, fighting for something no one could guarantee he would achieve someday.

Nonetheless, he believed in his love and promised himself every single day that he would find you.

Standing up from the bench, Jimin tucked his phone into his pocket and started walking with heavy steps towards his apartment.

Suddenly, he felt something bump against his leg and heard a silent whimper.

Turning his head around, Jimin looked down and saw a little boy sitting on the ground. The little boy was observing his knees carefully with his teary eyes, making sure not to touch the wound that was forming on his them.

Jimin crouched in front of him immediately. “Hey, are you okay?”

The little kid looked up at him with his teary eyes without saying anything and in that moment, Jimin felt his heart break into million pieces.

Reaching out for his purse, he took out two bandaids and covered the wounds with them so the little kid couldn’t be able to see them.

Patting his head, Jimin smiled at him. “Next time, be a little bit more careful, okay buddy?”

He watched how the teary eyes of the boy in front of him turned into amazed and happy ones. “Buddy? Can I really be your buddy?”

Jimin smiled widely at the question and nodded immediately. “Of course! But first, we need to find your mommy or daddy so you can go home safely, ok?”

Just before the kid could answer his question, they heard a panicked voice nearing them, making them turn their head towards the voice.

“Jihyun! You promised me you wouldn’t run away like that again! You scared the crap out-”

“Mommy!”

Jimin froze the minute he saw your face and heard the words coming out of the little boy’s mouth.

You, on the other hand, looked at Jimin with widely opened eyes, your heart beating furiously against your rib cage.

Just before you could say anything, Jihyun spoke again.

“Mommy look, this hyung looks just like my daddy you showed me in the picture!”

The day that Cas comes back, Dean is in the garage sweating under the chassis of the Impala. There’s nothing wrong with her, but working on her usually makes him feel better.

He woke up around 4 this morning, downed three cups of coffee, took a look at himself in the mirror and ran his knuckles across his beard. He’s gaunt and tired; the beard hides a lot of it. There’s a little bit of gray in his whiskers, and he really should trim it, but that would require a lot of effort. The truth is that he didn’t grow the beard to hide how bad he looks; he grew the beard because shaving is too much effort. 

He thinks he ate a bowl of cereal this morning, but it’s possible he didn’t. Sam didn’t wake up until about 7, so Dean spent the morning slowly drinking coffee and staring at the screen of his laptop. He doesn’t remember anything he was looking at. 

It’s about 3 p.m. now, and he’s been hiding in the garage for the past three or four hours. If he stays in the bunker, Sam…hovers. Asks him how he’s doing, if he’s eaten anything today, if he’s found any new information or a case to work. So he prefers the garage.

Dean hasn’t left the bunker in four weeks, two days. Sam has been out, chasing dead ends, cleaning up Jack’s messes, helping other hunters. When he’s gone, Dean curls up in bed and stares at his laptop. He doesn’t know what he’s looking at or what he’s looking for. He thinks about having a drink, decides it’s too much effort to go to the liquor store to get something. Apparently the cure to alcoholism is feeling too apathetic to even buy a drink. 

“Dean.”

Dean doesn’t respond to the voice, not at first. He sometimes hears Cas, sees him, so he’s gotten used to ignoring him. He keeps working.

“Dean?”

With a sigh, Dean rolls himself out from under the car and sits up, rubbing his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. He blinks several times as he looks at Cas.

“You really here?” he asks.

Cas looks down at himself, presses his palms flat to his trench coat. He looks back up at Dean and responds, “I think so.”

Dean wipes his hands on his jeans, stands, crosses the garage until they’re only a couple feet apart. He looks at Cas, studies him, then says, “C’mere,” and pulls him into a hug.

The way that Cas melts against him, presses his hands tentatively against his back, and then squeezes him hard–it’s like a switch flips in Dean’s head. 

This is Cas.

Dean pulls back just enough to look at his face. Cas’ eyebrows knit together.

“Are you OK?” Cas asks.

Dean looks at him with one hand still on his arm and the other on his waist. Cas begins to move back, away from the embrace, but Dean wraps a hand around the back of his neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

He’s never kissed Cas. He’s wanted to, sure, but he’s never actually done it. So he kisses him slowly, gently, works his mouth against those dry lips and pulls him in closer by the waist.

Cas eventually picks up the pace of the kiss and pushes his tongue past Dean’s lips. Dean tries to keep up, but soon enough they’re moving too fast and breathing heavy and Cas’ hand is at Dean’s hip and he’s kissing him over and over and Dean closes his eyes and lets Cas kiss every part of his face, his other hand holding Dean in place by the back of his neck. Dean holds onto his hips and breathes.

When Cas moves his lips down to Dean’s neck, Dean coaxes him back up and kisses him softly on the lips, just a peck. He then runs his knuckles along his cheek and looks into his eyes.

Castiel closes his eyes and leans back in for another kiss.

Dreams - Dylan O’Brien

Author- @maddie110201

Pairing- Dylan x Reader

Words- 4,944 (not sure how this happened ;) )

Warnings- alot of fluff and smut

AN: Ok so this is my first fic and i’m super nervous to post this. I just wanna thank @ninja-stiles for helping keep me motivated and helping edit.


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Best friends are supposed to be with you no matter what, they’re supposed to be there for you through everything, always be happy for you and support you.

Dylan was exactly that. We have been friends since we were little, neither of us can actually remember a time when we didn’t know each other, but our moms tell us we’ve been friends since the womb. Dylan has been there for me through everything crappy that life has decided to throw my way, and I have done the same for him. But not once did I ever think that being happy for him would kill me inside.

Keep reading

“You’re warm...”

Request:
How would bts members react to their s/o randomly nuzzling their face into his neck because they’re cold

(I hope you don’t mind but I changed up the request a bit so that it can be for everyone)

Thank you for requesting I hope you like it!

{Gifs do not belong to me, all credit to rightful owners}


||Namjoon||

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

He probably wouldn’t have much of a reaction because he’d be used to your randomness. But he would find it really cute still because you would be basically hugging him while hiding your face in his neck. “Babe, what are you doing?” You wouldn’t say anything and just nuzzle against his neck more (if possible) and enjoy the warmth he gave you. “Y/n,” he smiles, leaning his head on yours and  petting your hair. “You okay?” You hummed, “you’re just really warm.” His smile grows wider and begins to feel all shy. “Ah, cute.”

||Jin||

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jin wouldn’t mind that you decided to snuggle against him. He’d get comfortable wrapping his arm around you to get closer. “Are you ok like this?” You nod and a small shiver ran up your spine so you hid your face more into his neck. “You’re warm,” you said. “Am I?” you nod again. “It’s making me a bit sleepy,” you hear him chuckle feel him kiss the top of your head. “it’s ok, we can stay like this for a while.”

||Hoseok||

Originally posted by hoseokb

This random little action would probably catch him off guard but not in a bad way and of course he wouldn’t mind. You two were sitting watching a movie but it was a bit cold, and being to lazy to get up you scooted closer to your boyfriend and nuzzled your face into his neck. “What’s this?” he ask playfully as he tried to look down at you. You shook your head and kept yourself close to him and that’s when he felt you shiver. “Oh I see,” he laughs, “my jagi is cold.” “just keep me warm hobi.”

||Yoongi||

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

He would enjoy feeling you against him because honestly you’d be really warm to him to despite you being a bit cold and shaking like a Chihuahua. It was just another lazy day for the both of you and you two were still in bed having small talk. But it was really cold in your room for some reason and you really couldn’t listen to him talk because of it, and the blanket wasn’t helping. “What are you doing?” he’d ask mid way through speaking seeing you roll over to him and nuzzle you face into his neck. “It’s freaking freezing in here and I need your warmth.” Yoongi just grins and brings his arm around you, “weirdo,” “shut up you like this to.”

||Jimin||

Originally posted by beui

This young man right here would find it absolutely adorable. Why you ask? I don’t even but it seems like he would. You would be sitting on the swinging bench on the balcony of your home cuddled with a blanket and enjoying the city view. You were sat between his legs and the small yet cold breeze gave you a chill despite the blanket. You twisted your body so that your legs draped over his right leg and quickly hid your face in the crook of his neck. “Cold?” he giggles. “Yeah, don’t move around too much you’re warm.” He can’t help but grin and hold you once again. “Ok I’ll keep you warm.”

||Taehyung||

Originally posted by bts-k

Taehyung is soft ok, (Physically I’m sure he is to, anyway). He’ll love the fact that he just gets to hold you and all that junk. He’d be sitting on the couch minding his own business but then he sees you waddle in wearing a hoodie. “Tae can I sit with you?” Of course he says yes and beckons you to come over. You hurried over and instead of sitting by him like he expected you sat on his lap, hiding your face into his neck. You sighed happily and slung your arm around his neck. “You’re really warm babe,” your words make him blush and kinda holds you tighter out of shyness. “You need to stop being so cute.”

||Jungkook||

Originally posted by kpop631

You don’t do it often when your with him but whenever you nuzzle your face into his neck he always giggles because your nose or the warmth of your breath hitting his neck always tickles him. He really likes it though because he just likes being near you. “Kookie I’m cold. Can you turn on the heater?” Instead of that he gets up and plops down right next you pulling you onto his lap. “It gets to hot in here really quick, we can just cuddle.” Your lips purse together trying to hide your smile so you nuzzled into his neck. The second you do he laughs and pulls back. “Are sure about th-” “It’s fine I like this.”


Hope you like it☺

Much love~💖

halloween [s.h.]

Originally posted by ilovenarcisse


Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Request:  Could you maybe do a stranger things Steve imagine when you go with Billy to the Halloween party (even though you hate him) to get Steve jealous?

Warning: Billy Hargrove being a dick. 

(this is the longest thing I’ve ever written tbh)


“Come and get sheet-faced,” you snorted, reading the words off the paper that Jonathan had just handed to you. “As tempting as that sounds, no thanks. I’ll be at home, binging on candy bars and watching whatever crappy horror movies come on the TV.”

Nancy whined slightly, grasping your arm. “(Y/N) please. Just join us for that one night.”

You shook your head, gently shaking Nancy off. “Nope. You kids have fun. I’ll stay at home, it’ll be fun.”

“I heard Steve is thinking about asking you to go,” Nancy sing-songed into your ear, causing your face to heat up. 

Jonathan smirked, slinging his arm over your shoulder as you started to walk. “It’s true.”

You hesitated slightly, slowing down. “I’ll think about it okay?”

Jonathan fist-pumped the air as Nancy let out a slight cheer. You rolled your eyes, smiling fondly at your friends’ antics as you turned the corner, only to stop in your tracks.

There, standing in front of you, was Steve Harrington. He was holding a bouquet of…were those candy bars? and smiling as Stacy threw her arms around him. You looked up at Jonathan and smiled tightly. “So much for him asking me to the dance huh?”

Nancy’s mouth was open in shock as you slipped out from Jonathan’s arm and walked off, watching the scene in front of her play out and wincing at Stacy’s loud voice.

The crowd gathered around Steve and Stacy dispersed quickly, and Jonathan & Nancy made their way towards them. 

“I can’t wait to go with you Steve!” Stacy exclaimed. “Pick me up at 7 okay?”

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, Stacy bounced away, looking down at the candy bouquet in slight dismay.

“What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked as Steve turned to them.

“I though you were asking (Y/N) to the party,” Nancy spoke quietly.

Steve looked after your retreating form, bewildered. “I am! Or I guess I was. I was waiting in front of her locker but I guess Stacy thought I was waiting for her. You gotta help me guys.”

Jonathan grimaced slightly. “I think you messed up. Badly. (Y/N) didn’t look very happy when she walked away.”

“You don’t think I could tell?” Steve exclaimed. “Stacy just happened to appear at the wrong place at the wrong time and now, I probably messed up any chance I had with (Y/N)!”

Nancy and Jonathan frowned as Steve marched away. 

“We have to help him Jon.”

“Yeah, we do.”


You sighed softly as you opened your locker, exchanging your books for the ones that you needed. You closed your locker and twirled, ready to go to class, when you bumped into something hard. 

Your books went flying everywhere and you gasped as you dropped to your knees, muttering apologies as you scrambled to gather your things. You heard a slight chuckle as you stood up and you couldn’t help but flush.

Your blush only deepened when you realized who you had bumped into.

Billy Hargrove. The new kid.

You gulped slightly, glancing up at his wide smile. You smiled tightly at him as you apologized once more and walked away from him, heading to class. 

“Hey wait up!”

Your cursed softly as Billy caught up with you, smoothly taking your books from you as he walked alongside you. “Let me help you with those.”

“Thanks Billy,” you spoke quietly.

“Listen, now that I know that you’re not Harrington’s little galpal, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Tina’s party with me?”

“What?” you asked in disbelief. Billy Hargrove had never shown any interest in you.

“I’m asking you out (L/N). Now that I know that King Steve is not your man, I want to take you out,” Billy spoke smoothly, leaning against the wall as you approached your next class.

You glanced inside the room, locking eyes with Steve. He glanced at you and tilted his head towards Billy, silently asking what was going on.

“You aren’t together, are you?” Billy’s voice broke through your silent conversation. “I thought I saw him asking Stacy to the party.”

You took a deep breath and turned back to Billy. “No, we aren’t together. And yes, I’d love to go with you.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up at eight,” Billy leaned down. “Wear something…nice.”

With a wink and a smirk, Billy handed you your books and walked off. 

You stood there in silence. Yeah, Billy Hargrove was a prick and always antagonized Steve, but it wasn’t like Steve was going to ask you out. Besides, you couldn’t deny that Billy had a great ass.

You bit your lip slightly as you watched him walk away before slinking into class and taking your seat near the front, ignoring Steve’s questioning gaze.


“Hey (Y/N),” you heard Jonathan’s voice behind you.

You turned away from your locker and faced the couple.

“So,” Nancy began. “I know that today didn’t play out the way any of us wanted it to, but I was hoping that you’d-”

“Don’t worry Nance,” you cut her off. “I’m still going to Tina’s party.“

“Really?” Jonathan and Nancy chorused.

You couldn’t help but smirk as Billy walked by, shooting you a wink. “Yeah, someone asked me out and I said yes.”

Jonathan and Nancy followed your gaze, eyes widening when they saw Billy.

“You’re going with Billy?’ Nancy hissed. You nodded.

“Why?” Jonathan questioned.

“Listen guys, he asked and I said yes,” you replied. “Shouldn’t you guys just be happy I’m going?”

“Steve is not going to like this,” Jonathan muttered as you walked off. Nancy nodded in agreement. 

Together the couple walked out to the parking lot, where Steve was waiting or them, leaning against his car.

“Well?” he asked impatiently as they approached him. “Is she going to Tina’s?”

Nancy and Jonathan exchanged uneasy glances. 

“Yeah,” Nancy spoke softly. “She’s going to the party.“

“Great,” Steve spoke, smiling widely as he thought of the various ways to blow off Stacy and spend time with you.

“She’s going with Billy,” Jonathan added quietly.

The couple stared in silence as Steve’s smile faltered and he averted his gaze.

“Oh,” he whispered, looking down at the ground. “Well I should get going. See you guys tonight.”

As he hopped into his car and drove off, Nancy and Jonathan exchanged worried glances, concerned about the way that the evening would play out.


You shivered slightly as you slid into Billy’s car, nodding gratefully as he cranked up the heat.

You noticed Billy staring at you out of the corner of your eye and bit your lip slightly. 

Billy looked you up and down appreciatively, nodding slightly as he smirked. “Nice costume.”

You looked at him the same way, noticing the way that his shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. “Nice shirt.”

Billy laughed loudly as his car roared to life. “Trust me princess, you haven’t seen the best part yet.”

You were still blushing by the time that you arrived at Tina’s. Billy exited the car before walking over to your side and opening the door for you. He leaned down as you stepped outside. “You do look really nice in that outfit by the way.”

You simply smiled and winked before walking up the pathway. Billy quickly caught up and fell into step next to you, placing his hand on your back.

As you walked into the outdoor patio, you could feel the shocked gazes and hear the quiet whispers of everyone observing you.

I thought she and Steve were dating.”

“I heard that she and Billy are!”

“I guess her and Steve aren’t best friends anymore.”

You swallowed uneasily as you reached the front door, squealing slightly as Tommy popped out of nowhere. “Billy my man! C’mon there’s a keg waiting out here with your name on it.”

You had buried your face in Billy’s chest when Tommy had pooped out, and Billy’s arm was resting comfortably around your waist. When you finally looked up, you noticed Tommy’s face twist into a sneer. 

“Oh, (Y/N), I didn’t see you,” Tommy drawled before turning to Billy. “I can’t believe you came with Steve’s bitch. You have balls dude.”

As Tommy cackled, you felt the anger rise up in you. Stepping away from Billy, you spoke calmly. 

“Tommy? That’s you. I’m sorry I got so terrified by that monster mask you’re wearing,” you took a step closer to him, gingerly poking his cheek. “Oh shit! My bad, that’s just your face. How tragic.”

Tommy took a threatening step forwards before Billy interrupted. “Ok dude. Let’s go check out that keg.”

As Tommy glared and walked away, Billy pulled you in. “Try not to get into any trouble while I’m gone, okay princess?”

“No promises,” you chuckled humorlessly, walking towards the door.

“Here let me g-get that for you,” a voice stuttered behind you, reaching forwards and opening the door.

“Thanks,” you smiled, looking up only to lock eyes with Steve.

You stood in silence for a few seconds before Steve cleared his throat. 

“Uh, I really like your costume. Lana right?” Steve smiled cheekily. 

You nodded in response as you looked him over, blushing when you realized who he had dressed up as. “I see you came as Joel.”

Steve chuckled softly before leaning down. “You look amazing (Y/N).”

You kept your gaze down as you stepped inside, quickly making your way towards the kitchen. Steve followed quietly, wanting to make sure that nothing happened to you.

You took a cup from the counter, dipping it into the large punch bowl and bringing it up to your lips. You were stopped by Steve, who had grasped the cup himself and poured the contents back into the bowl.

“Steve, what the hell?” you asked, slightly peeved off because of what he had done.

“Careful (Y/N),” Steve murmured, dangerously close to you. “Are you sure you should be drinking that? It’s pure fuel.”

You looked up at him and smirked, a blush making its was across Steve’s face as you glanced at his lips. 

“I’m a big girl Steve,” you whispered. “I’m sure I can handle it.”

Steve’s eyes lit up and he opened his mouth, no doubt to make a cheeky remark, when you were suddenly pushed away.

“Steve!” you heard someone shriek. Stacy. 

Steve stumbled back as Stacy launched herself at him, embracing him tightly. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

You regained your balance quickly and reached for the empty plastic cup next to you, dunking it in the bowl once more and downing the contents. 

Steve’s eyes widened at your actions, slightly (very) impressed with the way that you didn’t flinch at all as the alcohol burned down your throat. 

“You look so good. Just like Tom Cruise,” Stacy exclaimed, glancing at you as she took Steve’s hand.

Steve kept staring as you refilled your cup and downed it once more, before looking up and smiling. “Well, it was nice catching up with you Steve. I should really be looking for Billy.”

“No need,” the blue-eyed boy spoke, coming up behind you. 

Steve glared at Billy as his arm wrapped snugly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You couldn’t help but gasp at the action, nibbling your bottom lip slightly as you realized that his shirt had come off sometime during the brief time you had been there.

Steve’s eyes hardened at the sight of Billy, who, upon noticing, simply smirked and pulled you closer. You felt yourself flush at the close contact. Your hands pressed against Billy’s (admittedly) toned chest.

As you noticed Steve staring at you, you couldn’t help the small spark of satisfaction that flared up within you. 

Steve was jealous.

You smiled to yourself and wrapped your arms around Billy’s neck, bringing him down to your level.

“Wanna go dance?” you whispered. 

Billy’s eyes widened momentarily before he nodded, leading the way. 

Steve clenched his jaw before picking up a drink, downing it, and slamming the empty container back on the counter. 

“C’mon Stacy,” he muttered, grabbing her hand. “Let’s dance.”

Nancy nudged Jonathan as Steve walked by them, fuming. Together, the couple got some drinks and sat back, patiently waiting to see the night play out.


When Billy first started kissing you, you didn’t mind. Hell, you responded immediately, knowing Steve was watching.

But when Billy’s hands trailed below your waist, you knew what you were doing was wrong. You shoved Billy back, eyes widening in shock as you pulled your skirt down, anxious now that Billy had ruined the semi-peaceful atmosphere that had surrounded you two. 

“What the hell (Y/N)?” Billy hissed, placing his hands on your waist. You immediately slapped them away.

“Stop Billy,” you muttered, not looking at him.

“C’mon. We were having fun,” Billy taunted, leaning down once again.

You panicked slightly and rushed backwards, only stopping when you felt a hand gently grasp your arm.

“Is there a problem here?” you heard Steve ask calmly.

Billy scoffed and stepped closer to Steve. “How about you go back to your little slut and leave me alone with mine?”

You responded immediately, your hand coming up to slap Billy’s face, causing a loud smack that caught everybody’s attention. Billy glared at you, taking a threatening step forwards in your direction. 

Steve smoothly pulled you behind him, stepping forwards and meeting Billy’s gaze. Billy chuckled darkly before turning to the crowd. 

“Gather around everybody,” Billy spit out. “Come see King Steve try to protect his bitch.”

You flinched slightly at Billy’s words before quietly tugging at Steve’s hand. “Please. Let’s just go.”

Hearing your quiet whisper, Steve looked down and nodded, making his way towards the entrance. He was stopped however, when Billy made yet another comment.

“Take a grand look everybody,” he spoke loudly. “King Steve can’t even make his own decisions anymore.”

Steve’s jaw tensed, and you reached up, cupping his cheek as you stared at Billy. “Don’t listen to him Stevie. Please. He’s just trying to rile you up.”

Steve looked down at you, his eyes softening. He wordlessly wrapped his arm around you and kept walking, leaving the party with you in his arms.

And there goes King Steve. I’m in charge now.”


The ride to your house was silent, the soft sounds of The Cure floating through the stereo. As Steve pulled into your driveway, you glanced at him shyly, getting out and thanking him quickly before making your way up the walkway.

“Why’d you go with him?”

Steve’s voice stopped you immediately, and you couldn’t find it in you to turn and face him.

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice wavering slightly.

“Why’d you go with him? With Billy? You know how much of an asshole he is and yet, you still went with him,” Steve’s voice grew closer as he approached you.

You gulped slightly as Steve came to stand in front of you. 

“You knew he was a bad person (Y/N),” he continued. “Out of everybody that you could’ve gone with, why’d you choose him?”

You swallowed harshly as you replied. “He was the only one who asked Steve.”

Steve’s gaze hardened as you looked up at him. “I didn’t know what to do. I had already told Nancy and Jonathan I was going to that stupid party so as soon as Billy asked, I said yes.”

“Do you know how much I want to be with you?” Steve asked, leaning in slightly. “I wish it had been me dancing with you, not Billy. It should’ve been me.”

“But it wasn’t, was it?” you asked quietly. “I actually believed Nancy when she said you wanted to ask me out. It was the only reason I ever agreed to go to that dumb party. Are you kidding me? I could’ve stayed home all night eating candy, but no! Instead, there I was, being groped by Billy Hargrove like some kind of-”

Your words were cut off as Steve cupped your cheeks, leaning down and planting his lips on yours. You stood there, shocked as Steve Harrington kissed you.

Steve Harrington was kissing you.

You stared at Steve as he pulled back. “I was going to. Ask you, I mean. I was going to ask you to go with me to Tina’s dumb party but Stacy got to me first and assumed that I was asking her. When I saw Billy kissing you I got so angry. I regretted not asking you out earlier.”

You stared at Steve for a few moments. 

You are an idiot Steve Harrington.”

You pulled him down into another kiss, this one slow and soft and better than anything you had ever imagined.

“I really really like you,” Steve whispered as you pulled away slightly.

“I really really like you too,” you replied softly.


Nancy made her way into the girl’s bathroom, slightly worried after the events from Tina’s party. She hadn’t heard from you since and was growing more worried with every passing minute, not knowing what had happened after you left.

As she approached the stalls, Nancy averted her eyes. In one corner was a couple, the girl pressed up against the wall as she ran her hands through the boy’s hair, said boy who was currently trailing kisses down her exposed neck.

As Nancy entered a stall, she doubled back, noticing a very familiar pair of sneakers on the girl’s person.

“(Y/N)?” Nancy gasped, causing the couple to spring apart quickly.

In front of her was you and Steve, lips swollen and hair (and clothes) askew, panting slightly from the rush that came with being caught.

“Nance?” you exclaimed, fixing your shirt. “It’s not what it looks like!”

Your protest fell on deaf ears, seeing as how Nancy had already made her way out of the bathroom, a huge grin on her face.

“You think she’s gonna tell Jonathan?” Steve asked, a cheeky smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around you.

You threw your head back and groaned lightly. “Jonathan? More like the entire school!”

“Good,” Steve murmured. “At least its not a secret anymore.”

As Steve pressed his lips against yours once more, you couldn’t help but agree completely. 


Tags: @delicrieux, @broken-pieces

4

Ok so I’ve been thinking a lot about these tweets…

I think I’m faster to forgive than the average person, at least from what I’ve seen, but at the same time I don’t want to be some enabler that sweeps bad choices under the rug like they don’t matter.

Yes, he should’ve never auditioned and taken the job, and continued in that job feeling so guilty about working under a man he believed in his heart molested children. I am upset about that…

At the same time if you were in his place, and the guilt slowly built up until you realized you couldn’t take the money, you couldn’t keep quiet, you had to let the world know what you did– you would have to agree that he did the best he could do after the fact, not being able to go back in time and make it right. He donated his salary, he didn’t have to be so public about how much he believed Woody was guilty, or how much he regrets it. He could’ve been vague about it, feigned ignorance about Woody’s personal life, something to save face a little. But he’s showing true remorse by admitting his cowardice and not making excuses. He’s opened himself up for criticism and he’s not arguing against it, he’s just letting the hate come because he’s upset with his own choice, but all he can do now is apologize and make it a point to recommit himself and stick to his word. The fact that he tweeted that he never wants to compromise his principals like that again means he’s letting us hold him accountable from here on too. We can all point back at it and throw his own words at him if need be. 

And when it’s all said and done, I’m kind of a coward too, I can’t imagine being in a contract with a major movie, only having a little role in one scene, and snubbing a major hollywood player as a newbie. I can see myself trying to think up loopholes why it was ok to continue. “It’s a small part, it’s not like I’m supporting the actors around me”, “I really need this movie”, “Most people in this business are horrible secretly” and any number of excuses would be on my mind. I’m glad he didn’t make those excuses in his tweets at all. He just faced the fact that if he believed it was true about Woody, he shouldn’t have chosen to work in his film.

I’m rewatching episode 2 and the way Hunk says “oh boy. Okay, how hard did you bang your head” leads me to believe this is not the first time Lance has gone on about mermaids and Hunk’s had to deal with this before

Like imagine Hunk and Lance together at a beach and they’ve spent all day in the sun and in the water, surfing, snorkeling, swimming, playing, and then suddenly Lance comes running up to Hunk, dive mask still over his face and snorkel flopping around on the side of his head and he’s yelling and gesticulating, trying to bodily tow Hunk into the water, and he’s like “Hunk, Hunk I swear this time I really saw one. There’s a mermaid in those rocks” and Hunk is just “ok buddy I think you’ve spent enough time in the sun for today”

Edited to add: OK I’D FORGOTTEN HUNK’S “Lance, I know this mermaid thing is a dream of yours” LINE NOW I’M POSITIVE LANCE HAS GUSHED ABOUT MERMAIDS TO HUNK BEFORE

anonymous asked:

RFA + V reacts to an MC who looks a hell lot like Jumin!!!

a|n this is a very old ask request and i can’t stop laughing tho this is so crack im crying in laughter lmao thank u anon

RFA + MC who looks a lot like Jumin

Zen

  • he went bat shit crazy when he first saw you in front of his door step
  • he’s like, “What the fuck?” because why is Jumin Han in front of my door, cosplaying as a girl?? is this some kind of a prank just because he got injured??
  • you pursed your lips and huffed because zen that’s not really a very nice thing to say to a guest
  • “If you don’t want me here, I can lea-”
  • he is so sh0okt
  • and maybe a bit relieved
  • because ok you sound really like a real girl but ur face and overall initial features were so much alike with Jumin he’s just
  • w o w how even
  • he would often ask u, “Are you sure you’re not related to that trust fund jerk?”
  • and he would cringe whenever u look at him bemused with his questions
  • because its like jumin is staring straight @ his soul
  • though he loves u so much?? but hes just really bothered that u look a lot like him
  • sometimes he would scream while waking up because he forgot that ur with him
  • and he’d think “Why are you here, you trust fund jerk?!”
  • and ur like lolzen its just me
  • “Oh, right. I’m sorry, babe.”
  • what even

Jaehee

  • ok she is initially bothered because
  • “Mr. Han?”
  • but when you said something that only the two of you talked about while PMing in the messenger
  • she sighed in relief
  • but is still initially bothered because w o w even your face looks so much like Jumin except that maybe you’ve got longer hair with the same color
  • one day she asked you 
  • “How are you related to Mr. Han, MC?”
  • and ur like uh no
  • idk why would i be related to him?
  • “Is he a distant relative of yours? Uhm, are you his … sister?”
  • jaehee what no
  • and sometimes she would forget that u were with her
  • because when she would pass by you sitting at the dining table she’d often have mini heart attacks
  • because you even eat like jumin w t f
  • and then she’d be relieved because right she’s with mc
  • one day though “Mr. Han has distant siblings.”
  • “No, Jaehee.”
  • “Oh, okay. I-I thought, sorry, you just resemble him so much.”
  • she loves you but when will Jumin stop haunting her
  • even inside her house she can see his f a c e

Jumin

  • ok boi this is hella funny
  • the moment you arrived in front of his doors, even his body guards were so sh0okt of your appearance
  • one even stammered, “M-Mr. Han?” and they all elbowed each other because is Mr. Han really dressing up as woman lololol
  • and isnt he inside the house how come he’s out??
  • but then you’re like um no i actually came for him cue bothered coughs from them
  • one of his security led you to his bedroom door and knocked, announcing your arrival
  • and the moment Jumin opened the door, he immediately slammed it back to your face he was fucking sh0okt
  • wow jumin what a jerk move
  • he was so confused?? he’s like why is someone looking like me outside of my door and inside my house?? he was expecting mc not a look a like
  • he heaved a troubled sigh before opening the door again
  • “Luciel, I have no time for your games. Go home.” god 707 had already done so many things just to sneak inside his house to kidnap elly tbh
  • “No, Jumin, it’s me.”
  • and he was caught off guard because at least he knows Luciel can’t bend his voice to that extent
  • and he knew what you sound like
  • “MC?” he blinked, initially surprised because
  • w o w how is this even possible how do you look so much like him is this a way of the heavens telling him to procreate using his own genes wtf
  • and before everything he initially makes sure you weren’t, by any means, truly related to him because he can’t marry a family member now can he
  • he was very relieved when everything turned out negative
  • and he would often prance you around like he was so proud of you he’d brag about how beautiful you are and how he’s lucky to meet his match made in heaven
  • even his bodyguards are deeply bothered with the fact that you look so much like their boss
  • and they can’t imagine the moans and screams they often hear outside his bedroom and the faces that pops inside their minds are:
  • Mr. Han doing Mr. Han
  • oh my god
  • and everyone who saw you with him is like: “Is she your little sister?”
  • “No, she’s my wife.”
  • wow jumin you can’t marry yourself
  • even one Mr. Han is enough
  • but now, two???
  • juminception

Yoosung

  • okay why is jumin in front of my doorstep?? would his initial thought be
  • but then you’d tell him it’s you he’s really relieved because he knew your voice!!
  • he’d gush about how you look so much like jumin
  • he’d tell you if jumin was a girl he’s gonna look so much like you
  • and that you are very beautiful
  • and you cough at his statements because didn’t he just indirectly admit that jumin is hot??
  • still sometimes he’d stare at you for hours
  • probably thinking w ow how is this what on earth why do you look so much like jumin
  • the poor boi would probably bug u several times “How come you look so much like him? Are you sure you’re not his relative?”
  • and youre like no yoosung i don’t even know him personally like ever except of course inside the messenger
  • he’d have mini heart attacks because your resting face is very much identical to jumin’s it’s almost s c a r y
  • it’s like jumin was indirectly telling him to do good or he’ll fail later in life
  • and he’d be 10 times more pressured than he already is
  • poor bby

Seven

  • ok so seven
  • already knew this
  • that’s why he was not very surprised though the extent of his stalking skills went as far as your first pet when you were 5
  • he’d often tease you about how you look so much like jumin and he’d take snapshots of you and send it to the fellow members inside the chatroom
  • of course everyone is very sh0okt
  • “Why is Jumin dressed as a woman inside your house, Seven?”
  • and he’s like LOLOLOLOL no u guys this is mc
  • they’re like “WHAT?”
  • and you’re like “Yes, that me.”
  • wow how can this be how can u look so much like jumin did he have a secret sister or something
  • and seven’s like ‘that my girl’
  • you’d be trolling them with seven, cosplaying magical girls and animal sexy outfits as pranks and you’d be pranking jumin by sending some photos to his office
  • and this adds more fuel to the does jumin han is gay rumors
  • and to the chatroom
  • and everyone’s like “Okay that’s enough. We can’t take anymore of Jumin posing like that.”
  • and jumin’s like mc stop that don’t sink like him
  • and you’re like lololololol it’s fun
  • initially everyone just thinks you’re like the opposite of what jumin won’t dare to do
  • *high 5s seven

V

  • ok wow he is so precious he’d smile fondly while meeting you
  • because how can u look like his best bro
  • how come did this happen
  • was the world concealing something from him??
  • he’d be having an internal turmoil because jumin didn’t tell him anything about having a twin sister
  • and you’re like “No, we’re not really related, V.”
  • and he’s like o h
  • he’d be super embarrassed because how come u read his mind
  • was he that obvious??
  • still he’d love taking pictures of you
  • and he’s not the least crept out about how you look
  • he’s like you’re the most perfect canvas for him
  • but he also makes sure you’re not really related to jumin in anyway by doing background investigations about your origins
  • because what if, what if jumin was really like your brother or something
  • he’d feel bad if he just snagged you like that without asking jumin’s permission
  • he’d often take stolen shots of you because he wants to imprint your face in his life forever
  • you’d sometimes catch him smiling while looking at u
  • he’s pretty amused the entire time you’re with him
  • thank for putting a smile on his precious face

SO LIKE, I was looking through episodes to answer a post and I just noticed something in Horrificator…

A lot of people already pointed out the difference between the Chloe and Marinette almost-kisses with Adrien

and also Adrien giving Chloe the stink-eye for interrupting his almost-kiss with Marinette–

rude, chloe

But I noticed that right afterwards, Chat Noir was totally thirsty for a kiss??

And he was so thirsty that his lead ups to the kisses didn’t even make any sense??

LIke… Adrien, Chat… my dude… calm.

He really wanted to be kissed that day.

Bonus:

Please look at this cutepatoot’s face as he watches Marinette say her lines. PLEASE LOOK. is that tenderness really just acting we don’t know

50 Shades of Presditigitation

Played a D&D oneshot for the first time after being really into it for a long time (I knew all about how the game worked, I just never had anyone to play with). I had a feeling I would need to find a new group after this happened.

DM: Ok (monk) your character walks into the town square.

Monk: I see (high elf) sitting at the fountain and I immediately cast a spell and turn his face purple.

He proceeded to use presditigitation to change the color of every little thing he possibly could (from breakfast gruel to a giant’s mace) throughout the entire quest.

If it seems like I need to lighten up, this was just one instance which pretty much summed up the type of ridiculous rp-ing every single person in the 8 player group…

anonymous asked:

Top ten memes inspired by Viktor "Extra" Nikiforov? :D

Because I feel that Viktor would be just as meme-worthy, could you do a top 10 Viktor inspired meme post? Haha, probably including the variations of his “why not both?” comment!

Top 10 Memes inspired by Viktor Nikiforov? (because surely Yuuri isn’t the only ultime walking meme source, Viktor is as extra as him, even more)

Top ten Viktor Nikiforov memes? He’s so extra and then there was the doping scandal and him yelling at the reporter and the kiss at the end and how he looks at Yuuri ;-;

Oh man now I want a “top 10 memes inspired by viktor nikiforov” post! I bet no. 1 is “fall in love with a guy who hates your guts and then pine after him for five years …”

—————

You guys really wanted this one! Ok so…


Top Ten Viktor Nikiforov Memes:

10) ‘Nikiforov level pining’ is a commonly used phrase for the maximum amount of pining/being hopelessly in love that anyone can possibly be doing

9) In reference to the Yuuri Top Ten Memes, ‘creating your own Katsuki’ is also applicable to Viktor and is used as a cautionary tale to celebrities about why you should always be nice to your fans no matter what

8) Viktor ‘skating my feelings’ Nikiforov becomes a joke after everyone watches back his programs over the years and sees what a romantic dork he was. It becomes the figure skating equivalent of songwriters writing entire albums about their breakups, skating entire programs about your hopeless love life

7) In reference to the TMI Top Ten, Viktor saying ‘why pick one?’ in response to a trashy reporter asking him who tops and who bottoms in the relationship becomes a popular reaction gif along the lines of the one from Road to El Dorado ‘both is good’ and the little taco girl ‘why don’t we have both’

6) ‘Don’t do a Nikiforov’ is a line used when someone is involved in a rivalry/has someone who really hates them as a joke about not falling in love with someone who you’re supposed to be trying to beat

5) Once a reporter talked about Viktor’s grey hair and Viktor got really offended like ‘It’s s i l v e r  not grey’ and Yuuri was just like ‘it’s ok honey I love your grey hair’ and so ‘it’s silver not grey’ and Yuuri being casually savage became a running joke among Viktor’s fans

4) A screengrab of Viktor’s face when Yuuri did the quad flip in YOI became a really popular reaction picture

3) A running joke that Viktor only married Yuuri to get more medals for his trophy collection after he posted a picture on Instagram of their combined trophy cabinet and it was ridiculously big

2) Whenever anyone mentions loving Yuuri the automatic response from fans is ‘no-one will ever love Yuuri as much as Viktor’ or ‘but viktor loves him more’ and variations thereupon as a joke reference to the  fact that Viktor is pretty much the no.1 Yuuri fan and won’t let anyone forget it

1) To match Yuuri’s CAH one, Viktor also has a card dedicated to him in Cards Against Humanity. His one is a black card that reads ‘This time, Viktor Nikiforov has spent five years pining after_______’. You can imagine some of the combinations it makes when it’s being played in the game