yes im back at it again with the horrible intros masterposts!! (honestly im not even gonna try bc the title is self explanatory and im just gonna ruin this post if i go any further oh no i already did it rip)
((WARNING: THIS IS RLY LONG)
1. figure out why you hate this class. is it because you find it boring? you’re not doing so well/you don’t like the challenge? do you dislike the teacher? do you dislike your seat/the classroom/setting? whatever it is, figure it out and then work to eliminate it.
1.a. you find the class boring. this is inevitable because there’s always that one class ;; BUT! you can beat this! throw yourself into the class. find something about the class that you actually like and focus on that for the whole period. examples of this are: your seating (do u sit next to someone cool/nice? maybe a cute person that u rly wanna talk to? [uh don’t let this distract u tho!!]), the benefits of the class (if it’s an ap class, youre earning college credits!! might even help with your major; if its a language class, learning a language is SO important), the setting (is the room aesthetically pleasing? do you get to look out of the window at the blue sky when you’re done with your work?) or even the teacher (lmao i have more teacher friends than student friends). maybe it’s even the fact that it’s’ the first class in the morning, so if you do well in it, it’ll set the tone of your day? idk, just find something that’s not boring and focus on that all period. !!
1.b. you’re not doing well/it’s too hard for you. honey, this isn’t an excuse. even if you suck at a class, YOUR EDUCATION IS HELLA IMPORTANT. once again, throw yourself into the class! find people who are good at the subject and form study groups with them (or just ask ur own friends if ur too scared to talk to new people). TALK TO YOUR TEACHER. dont just sit there crying because you dont know how to solve that equation! ask for help! go on youtube, go on khanacademy, go on kuta, DO SOMETHING. even if you still continue to struggle, your teacher will appreciate the effort!
1.c. you dislike the teacher. this is probably one of the worst ones lol. why do you not like the teacher? is it because they never call on you? is it because you think they’re too hard on you/they grade things viciously/too much homework and tests? do they always seem to be after you? well, some of these might actually be your fault. many students think that the workload is more than it actually is, simply because they don’t plan and aren’t prepared. or, some teachers target students for being bullies or for talking in class. these are things you can change. however, if it’s something like your teacher never calling on you or coming at you for no reason, that’s something you and your teacher have to discuss. ask them (POLITELY) “i feel like i am targeted/ignored by you during class and it makes me uncomfortable. is there anything i can do to change this?” chances are, your teacher will like that you’ve taken initiative to not only fix your relationship, but ultimately do better in their class. BAM.
1.d. you dislike the setting/your seat. quick fix: if you don’t like where you sit, ask your teacher to move you (dont forget to give a valid reason!! this does not mean lie. i see u) however, if you dont like the actual room…there’s nothing u can do about this; sorry bub! MAYBE if you and your teacher get close, you can help them redecorate one day? this is unlikely but worth a shot.
1.e. if it’s really THAT bad, switch classes, my dude. i know lots of schools have the option to switch classes at a certain time.
2. work to solve whatever the reason is that you hate this class. (mentioned next to each cause above ^)
(i just realized that i didn’t need to number this because there were only two main bullet points)
ok this is literally the worst masterpost ever but !!!!
two thoughts on who the character closer to the camera is: most likely answer is the player character, but I’m also sort of thinking from the b/w vibe that it might be the old concept sonic who was a rabbit? :<
can we take a second to talk about the glitchy bits that just APPEAR around him all the time?? because holy wow is that a cool effect t b h there’s one in front of his nose in this shot
this location is new and very neat???
okay, something mind controlly is definately going on. look at shadow’s eyes.
no reflection of light, very strained pupils. Infinite has done SOMETHING to him.
looks like eggman’s moustache is like on fire?? hwhat?? but he doesnt seem to care
zavok r u ok m8
infinite’s boots have his insignia on them. cool????
also here’s just in general a good shot of whats under his weird hair and stuff
that’s really all of the stuff i could find that wasn’t like, blatantly obvious finds!!!!! hope u enjoyed
What I absolutely loved about Spider-Man: Homecoming was how real Peter’s character felt? Sure,
other movies and TV-shows also depict the strain of supernatural abilities on teenagers
– classic examples of forgotten homework and falling asleep during class come
to mind – but in SMH it was somehow more than that. You could really see
how hard it was on Peter? He was fidgeting all the time, probably feeling
like time’s running out (all those shots of him staring at the clock) and
really just vibrating with the need
to do something, help somebody. Sitting through Spanish or whatever must have
felt so pointless – what if a person got hurt while he was in school? And he
just didn’t know how to pace himself, didn’t know how to take care of himself
on top of taking care of the city, and he just lost the grip on his life a bit –
and he was so emotional and genuine and caring and just – ok, listen, I know
none of this is new or revolutionary, but Tom’s acting rang so true, you know? And
there was the whole wide-eyed idolizing of the superhero life, and the ‘who
needs school, imma be an Avenger!!1!11!!’ attitude (which, so different from CA:CW), and he was so genuinely in over
his head and so endearing at the same time and what I’m trying to say here, I suppose,
is that Peter’s problems really felt like the struggles of a teenager. (Instead
of a grown-up writer and/or actor trying and failing to make it appear like the
struggles of a teenager.) Just, all these emotions he had - so many emotions - and crying after ‘losing his internship’ and picking himself back up and just–
tl;dr Peter Parker is a precious smol spider to be
protected at all costs and I have way too many feelings about this stupid
The day had finally come. Your three months were up! You woke up feeling more refreshed than ever and while you were going to miss the boys, you were happy to finally get the job done. Even better yet, the boys had a rather light schedule today, so you wouldn’t be too tired either.
As you got to work, you were met with frowning faces as the got7 boys greeted you. The boys had gotten close to you rather quickly and you only realized now how much you were going to miss them. It’s not like you had many chances to see them again in the future, nor were you in any position to run into them either. For the rest of the day, your mood slowly got sadder as you realized that your time with the boys was coming to a close, but you tried to be as optimistic as you could. Soon, the boys’ schedule for the day had ended and you were all sitting on the car, on the way to get dinner.
“Are you really leaving us?” asked Jackson.
“Yah! I didn’t know you were leaving JYP altogether! Why’d we have to find out from someone else?” asked Jaebum. It’s not like you didn’t mean to tell them, you just had genuinely forgot.
“oops” you said as you giggled. “I think it’s time I leave the field and try something new!” you continued.
“Oh right! Namjoon and Jin Hyung were saying you might be into music composition? Don’t forget us when you’re famous!” said BamBam.
“Hey, nothing is set in stone. I don’t even think I’m that good, but I wouldn’t mind giving it a shot and see if I actually can make a living off of it” you said.
“Hey, from what Jin hyung said, you’re really don’t have much to worry about, ok? Just try your best. If anything, you’ll always have a job here at JYP” said Jinyoung.
“Thank you, oppa” you said warmly.
“Ok, well I really don’t plan on sulking around tonight and we promised you a great dinner, noona! Lets goo!” said Yugyeom, as the car parked into a rather fancy restaurant.
You spent the remainder of the night talking and laughing with the boys and eventually, the night had come to an end as well. You drove with the boys back to their dorms and hugged each of them goodnight and goodbye, wishing them well.
“Keep in touch, Y/N, seriously. Don’t make us ask about you from the others!” Jackson said, crossing his arms and huffing.
“Yes yes, I’ll keep in touch. Don’t forget me when you get even more famous, boys!” You said, waving at them.
“YOU don’t forget US when you become a hit producer, ok?” asked Mark.
You giggled and finally the boys finally made their way in. You sighed, realizing the job was now done.
You finally got home, later than you were expecting, and wanted to just curl up in bed after showering. You didn’t know when to reach out to Jin, especially since they were still busy promoting as well, and you pondered these thoughts as you let the warm water slowly relax you.
You didn’t feel tired anymore after showering, and so you decided to make some hot coco and curl up on the couch instead. You turned on the TV and decided you could have a marathon seeing as you had nothing to wake up early for anymore. You should be worried that you were now considered unemployed. But you were always smart with money and you had saved enough to live without working for at least a year.
As the first episode started playing, you saw your phone vibrate on the coffee table and to your surprise, Jin had texted you. You smiled immediately after seeing his name. You realized that this was now becoming a common occurrence.
You couldn’t stop smiling, even as your conversation ended. You didn’t know what exactly you were excited for tomorrow. To see all the boys again? To learn more about music composition? Or were you most excited to see Jin?
Meanwhile, Jin couldn’t stop smiling either. He had this smile on his face, and if you paid enough attention, you could even see a light blush on his cheeks as well. He was sitting in the dining table, along with Namjoon and Jimin and the boys were starting to take notice of their hyung’s weird behavior.
“Hyung, why were you smiling at your phone this entire time?” asked Jimin.
“Oh, uh, nothing” Jin said, forcing himself to stop smiling. But then he thought back to your cute banter with him and he started to smile again.
“Look, there it is again. You have this stupid smile plastered on your face and it’s creeping me out, hyung!” Jimin said, pointing at his face.
“Hyung, he’s got a point” said Namjoon. He had a hunch of who Jin might have been texting, but he tried to push that thought out of his head. Nothing would ever happen between Jin and you, he thought. He just thought Jin always saw you as a cute younger sister. Nothing more, and nothing less. Boy, was he going to be in for a rude awakening.
“It’s probably Y/N noona!” said Jungkook, emerging from somewhere.
“How’d you know?” asked Jin, surprised.
“Yugyeom told me that you two have been flirting back and forth recently? Like apparently our hyung even winked at her?? Eww hyung, she’s my noona” Jungkook said, jokingly.
“Yah, she’s not your real sister. And what I do with her is not your business?” he says back.
“Wait seriously hyung?? I thought Yugyeom was just joking” said Jungkook, genuinely surprised.
“NOOOOO” the boys all heard from the living room. “Y/N IS MINE!” Taehyung yelled.
“Yah, shut up, the neighbors will complain!” said Yoongi. They could hear the frustration in his voice.
“Wait, hyung, are you seriously dating Y/N??” asked Hobi, also coming out from the living room.
“I’m..I’m not dating her.” Jin said, rather sadly. He had liked you ever since he had first met you and he always seemed to disregard his feelings, always saying it was just a small crush. But over the years, his crush had turned to full-fledged feelings and he couldn’t ignore his feelings anymore. But then it seemed like you were interested in Namjoon, and it discouraged him from confessing. If anything, he teased you about your feelings for Namjoon and though his heart hurt, he couldn’t do much else. Though you always denied your feelings for Namjoon, Jin knew that there must be something there.
So when you suddenly stopped looking at Namjoon the way you did, he jumped at the opportunity. Maybe he should have figured what went on between you two, but he decided to chase his own happiness for once. And look how well it was going.
Maybe he was lying to himself, but he swore that you two were just flirting over chat. It wasn’t like the usual banter that you two had. And the way you would look at him when you ran into him over the last few weeks made his heart skip a beat. And when you blushed when he had winked at you, he almost knew for sure that he was going to confess this time around.
“But you two are flirting?” Jimin said. Jin turned to face Jimin who now had his phone and was reading through his messages with you.
“Give that back!” Jin said, trying to reach for his phone, but before he knew it, Jimin took off from the table and began reading his messages out loud so the al the boys could read.
Jin tried to chase Jimin and silence him, but it was no good. Soon, the entire conversation was read and Jin’s face was almost beet red.
“Omg, and she’s flirting back!” Jungkook said. “I didn’t know she felt that way about hyung!” said Jungkook.
“NOO I thought I had a chance with Y/N!” said Tae, pretending to pout. Yoongi smacked the back of his head.
“Yah, Jimin, give the phone back to hyung. You don’t get to read his messages out loud. They’re personal” Yoongi said, all serious. Jimin pouted and handed Jin back his phone.
“Thank you, Yoongi!” Jin said, happy that someone was on his side.
“So…when are you going to ask her out?” Yoongi continued.
“YAH not you too!” Jin exclaimed. Yoongi just laughed to himself.
“Well, I personally think you guys would make a nice couple” said Hoseok. Jin’s face turned even more red than before.
“Awh, look at hyung blushing!” Said Jungkook, poking at Jin’s cheeks.
“As long as you guys don’t interfere, things will be fine!” Jin said, finally standing up and walking to his room. But what Hobi had said rang in his ears. “Me and Y/N finally a couple? Wahhh” Jin said to himself silently.
Jin finally went to sleep with thoughts of you in his head. And how excited he was to see you tomorrow.
Namjoon meanwhile just sat there and watched everything unfold and he didn’t like it one bit. He stayed quiet and none of the boys really seemed to notice. When Jin had told him that he wanted him to help him help you with music production, Namjoon thought it would have been the perfect chance to finally get to know you better and make things right. Hopefully it would have led to something more.
But he should have known that your feelings for him were long gone. But that didn’t mean he had to stop trying?
And if you really did have feelings for him before, who was to say they were completely gone? He just had to reignite them. What you were feeling for Jin was just some puppy love, he thought.
He knew he shouldn’t come in the way of his hyung’s happiness, but what about himself? He knew that someone was going to get hurt in this process, but he was going to try his best to make sure that things would end up ok.
A/N: I think the plot is going to be moving a lot faster after this part. I can see this series also ending at part 10. Look forward to it!
your neighbor aus are so cute!! can you do jun, jeonghan, and hansol please??
aww thank you!! sure, ill also add in dino to complete the neighbor!17 series ~
joshua, mingyu & seungkwan can be found (here) ~ wonwoo, hoshi & seungcheol can be found (here) ~ seokmin, woozi & minghao can be found (here)!~
you’re pretty sure you saw him in a movie once, but you’re not a hundred percent sure. everyone in the building is sure they’ve seen him on tv,,,,but was it a movie? a commercial? a show? no one ever truly finds out,,,,,
sometimes every1 is like “he looks too rich to be living here”
but tbh jun loves the attention like he won’t admit it outloud but please,,,,,,,he probably poses in the elevator ever so subtly and everyone is like oh my look at how handsome and in jun’s head he’s like ‘mhm this is my angle take it all in, i look great from a 45 degree tilt to the left’
jun is doing the most basically
model walks in his plaid pajama bottoms and flip flops, bends and snaps when he throws out the garbage. you will nEVER catch him off guard
his apartment is pretty cool though because jun is the type to splurge. so like big TV,,,expensive blankets,,,,,,,probably one of those glass coffee tables that are super fancy and jun doesn’t even know he has expensive tastes it’s just like second nature to him
oh and he has mirrors
like a lot of them
when will any of us reach this level of Self Confidence t b h
and you’re like pretty familiar with jun because photography is your hobby and he’s always asking you if you guys bump into each other if you can ever help him take some headshots since he wants to try out for modeling
like you always agree but halfheartedly because you’re not sure if you want to work with someone,,,,,,,,,,as high maintenance as he seems
but one day you get caught by jun coming back from the park where you took some photos and he’s like are you free now??? and you’re like mIGht as well get it over with,,,,,,,,,
so you tell him yes and that he should come over since you have some lighting equipment @ your place
and jun,,,,you notice as you’re setting up is a little fidgety. like he keeps looking at his reflection in his phone and biting back his lip and you’re like ???? i thought he was like super confident about his looks but he seems,,,,nervous
and you’re like “are you ok?” and jun snaps out of it and desperately seems to try and hide his feelings with a sly looking grin and he’s like “of course~!”
and you ask him to sit and face forward and,,,,,he does but then he like tilts his head a bit and you’re like “i need you to look straight if you want me to get a good shot” and he’s like oh! sorry
and he does it but you can see his eyes flashing worry and you’re like “,,,,hey are you really ok?”
and jun laughs, again obviously hiding what he’s really feeling and he’s like “fine! i just don’t think i look too great if you see all of my face like this”
and you damn near drop your camera because what the HELL is he talking about and you even say it, like literally, you’re like what the hell are you talking about
and jun scratches the back of his neck and tries to wave it off but he’s like “i look the worst from the front, my angle and profile is way be-”
and you’re like picking your camera back up and you’re like “you look like a handsome actor up front, don’t even say something like that.” and jun looks at the lense and you snap a couple of photos then go over to show him
and you’re like “look at your jaw, and your skin??? it’s a gorgeous color, softly tan,,,,and your eyes are so strong and distinctive?? your nose is like the perfect size! you don’t even need touch ups - you’re naturally stunning.”
and you don’t notice it but jun is looking up at you and his smile turns into a bit of a smirk and he’s like “you think im stunning?”
and you’re like yes!! and his smirk gets bigger and he’s like “i think you’re pretty stunning too-”
and you’re like me???? what- but then you catch the smirk from the corner of your eye and you like playfully push his shoulder and tell him not tease
but jun shrugs and he’s like “what, it’s true. you’re very nice to look at too.”
and you brush it off, hiding your face behind your camera as you get ready to take more photos of him
but you know,,,,,,turns out he isn’t all that high maintenance,,,,,,,tbh he listens really well to you and you get a lot of shots
and as you’re both looking at them you feel jun’s hand sneak around your shoulder,,,,his body closer to yours but like,,,,,,,you don’t mind,,,,,,,i mean,,,,,,,,,,,,,who would mind lbr
jun insists that he should pay you back for taking his photo and you’re like it’s fine and then he’s like ‘ok, then let me just take you out on a date because i really really want to.’ and you’re like DONT joke about that but jun’s like im not joking????? let’s go on a date??? gorgeous people need to stick together you know~~~~
the neighbors call him ‘the perfect son-in-law’
because they want all their daughters to get married to him because he seems like the perfect man: good looks, good manners, good brains like WOW the whole damn package
and jeonghan is always so humble and modest about the nickname he’s like “marriage? oh im not ready” or “im nothing compared to your daughter”
(but in reality he’s just like lol please leave me alone i want to go home and take a nap. he’s just,,,,not saying that because that would be rude LOL)
he’s always really soft looking. like he never leaves the house with bed head, owns many warm looking sweaters, always reading some classic literature and seemingly listening to au clair de la lune
just a real live fairy human,,,,angel,,,,,,,glowing force of beauty?
and his apartment is the same. like fight me on this but jeonghan would have some dried flowers hanging on his walls, paintings by like monet, a fuzzy white carpet, and like vintage looking furniture you’d feel like you were in a story book
and he like even set up a little corner of his apartment with a drawing easel,,,,,,,,like im talking instagram level aesthetic here
collects like ,,,, idk,,,,,,, little glass statues or something like bare with me it’s just so pretty because he’s so pretty
and you know him (how could you not) because every time you two leave at the same time he smiles kindly at you and you’re just like wow. this day? blessed
but one day you’re coming home and you’re in the wORST mood because of work/school plus you got soaked in the rain since your bus came late and you get into the elevator with jeonghan who smiles at you but you can’t even bring yourself to feel the usual happiness you do when he does that
and the elevator ride is slow up but then suddenly you feel something warm on your wet shirt
and it’s jeonghan putting his cardigan around your shoulders and he’s like “you can catch a cold walking around like that.”
and like holy shit an angel just touched you but also you’re like ,,,,, i,,,,,,i can’t take this from you
but jeonghan is like don’t worry, also make some tea when you get inside.
and you both split ways when the elevator door opens and you’re inside your apartment looking down at the cardigan in your hands and you’re like ?!?!?!?!?! what,,,,just,,,,,,happened
and the next morning you plan to return it but before you do you close the door and see a note stuck to the front and it reads ‘keep the cardigan. i hope you don’t get sick.’ and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,, am i dreaming
but you hear another door unlock and you look over to see jeonghan again and you have no clue what to say because the most beautiful person on earth is being so sweet to you
and he smiles again when he meets your gaze and he’s like “glad you’re not sick” and you’re like “um,,,,thank,,,thank you for worrying about me?” and jeonghan shrugs and he’s like
“ive always worried about you, you come home looking tired and i hope you’re not overdoing it.” and you can’t help but want to like d i e because,,,,w h a t,,,, he’s been worrying about you???? what kind of romance movie plot,,,,,
but then jeonghan leans a little closer and he’s like “if you feel sick, knock on my door. i have some medicine and ginger my mother sent over.” and you’re like ,,,,o,,,,,okay,,,,,,,
and jeonghan touches your cheek softly and heads for the stairs
and you’re like am i imagining things or is,,,, ‘the perfect son in-law’ interested in me,,,,,,,
but no you’re not imagining things because jeonghan stops midway down the stairs and is like leaning against the wall because he’s happy you’re not sick but gOD he really just invited you over,,,,,,to his house,,,,the neighbor he’s liked for so long,,,,,,,,,,,,
tries to act cool and independent but always has to call over someone to kill any bugs he finds in his house
he’s got really bad luck because while he tries to look aloof and grown up he ends up tripping over things or walking into walls or getting himself stuck between the elevator doors and ,,,,,,,,, everyone in the building is like “he’s such a cute kid!” and vernon is like im NOT a kid,,,,,,,,,,,
but c’mon he once screamed because he thought the shadow of the neighborhood cat was a ghost
but this unconscious dorkiness is what makes him so lovable and everyone’s always asking him to say something in english and vernon is like “good morning” and everyone’s like WOW SKILL TALENT
the type to ride a scooter everywhere,,,,,,,,seungcheol passes by on his bike and is like ??? and vernon is like “scooters are the new Aesthetic”
has one of those cool beds that’s like a bunkbed but the top is the bed and the bottom is a desk area
and he’s bought a lot of composing equipment and he has a collection of headphones and other cool things that pertain to music all around his apartment
and it isn’t that messy, but it’s all in dark tones like his little sister visits and always insists that vernon change his bed sheets from grey to like yellow and vernon is like ‘im a cool guy, cool guys don’t have yellow sheets’ and his sister is like uh huh ok
you actually don’t know vernon that well, but you know his sister because you work part-time at a grocery around the block from your building and when she visits vernon she always stops by to get food and complain a bit about how brother n EVER eats actual meals
and you think she’s the most adorable girl on this side of the planet so you always sneak in free ice-cream or candy for her
and as you’re getting home from your shift one day, the elevator opens and there’s vernon and his sister and once she sees you she’s like !!!!!!! and drags vernon over to you and she’s like
“i didn’t know you lived here too!!! this is the brother im always talking about, are you guys friends???” and you and vernon are both embarrassingly like not really,,,
and his sister pouts and she’s like “when im not around, can you take care of him for me? im worried he’s not getting enough sun and -”
and vernon coughs because sOFIA you’re embarrassing,,,,,me,,,,,
but you’re like “ok, i will!! good neighbors take care of each other ^^”
and vernon kind of tries hard to keep from turning pink when you ask if that’s ok with him and he’s like ,,,,,, sure anything to calm down my sister
and it’s funny because sofia is looking between you and vernon and she’s like
“you’d look cute together you know, my brother is single-”
and vernon is like OOOO KA ay,,,,,,time to go nice talking to you neighbor bye bye
and you watch as he like dashes off and he’s like c’mon sofia but she stays back a bit and leans over like
“i think he’s shy,,,,,he’s like that. but it’s a good sign, i think he’s interested too~~”
and you’re like oh my,,,,,,,
but also can you believe sofia. the real matchmaker mvp
get mistaken for someone who doesn’t live alone, but who still lives with their parents because what???? you can afford to pay rent on your own?????
but tbh he’s quite independent, and a quick learner like ask any of the other seventeen neighbors who self taught themselves to make chicken tenders from scratch??? no one. except dino who learned from the nice grandma down the hall
sometimes gets in trouble for playing music too loud but he’s too cute for any1 to stay mad at for 2 long
can be spotted playing tag with the younger kids if their parents have to go get groceries or something, he gets a side job as a babysitter sometimes because kids love him???? he’s so good with them because he has so much energy??
his own apartment is a lot like him, it’s colorful and the most important thing is his speakers that are the only thing he keeps relatively clean. his desk is littered with clothes and notebooks and candy wrappers from late night snacks
has photos of his parents performances up on his wall and in his closet he has it separated into : dance costumes and normal clothes
all his refrigerator magnets are in the shape of dinos,,,how cute
he practices dancing by himself late into the night so a lot of the time he ends up getting hungry and ordering pizza on a whim and,,,,,one day he gets a pizza but it’s like???? an extra large size because the orders got screwed up and dino is like: i cannot. finish this
and he considers calling vacuum cleaner hyung (minghao + mingyu) but it’s late so instead he’s like “maybe the neighbor will want some!!!”
that neighbor is you,,,,,he’s also up doing some late night work and when you hear the doorbell you’re like ?????? it’s 1 in the morning,,,,,is it a robber??? and you grab a nearby pot just in case but when you open the door slowly
you just see dino,,,,,with his kindhearted smile and a plate stacked with??? pizza slices
and he’s like “i don’t know if you like pizza, but i have a lot left over and i thought if you were awake you’d like some !!!” and he grins and puts out the plate and you’re like ???? but also,,,,,,,,pizza for FREE,,,,,,,yum yum
and you gladly accept and dino is like happy because he’s made you happy and for a second you two stand there a bit awkwardly and you’re like “do you want to come in?” and dino is like “well,,,,it’s late but we never properly introduced ourselves as neighbors so??”
and you’re like it’s fine come in sorry for the mess and you go over to your kitchen, dino following behind and you’re like “so why are you up at this ungodly hour?” and dino is like “im practicing!! i dance~” and you’re like OOOO show me
and dino clears your sofa a bit and starts busting out all these cool moves and you’re eating pizza and clapping and you’re like encore!!! as a silly joke but he really does start doing another routine
and you’re like holy hell i never knew i lived next door to such a talented person!!
and dino blushes red and he’s like “im still practicing, it’s just a hobby for now,,,,” but you’re like “seriously, you could be a PRO, you should try becoming an idol?”
and dino is like wHA,,,, i could NEVER and you’re like “you’d do great!! you’re a nice person, you dance well, and you’re cute!” and the word cute just makes dino scrunch up his nose,,,,,but he likes it and he’s like
“maybe ill look around for some auditions!!” and you set down the pizza to give him a thumbs up and you’re like “once you become an idol, ill be your number one fan - i promise~” and dino is like alsfgkfsdkh don’t say that that’s so cheesy
but you’re like “you know what’s really cheesy? this FREE PIZZA”
dino: “good pun!!!!!!!!!!!”
you: “i know right!!!!!!”
you’re both laughing so damn hard you accidentally wake the other neighbors LOL
Sangria, a boa imperator produced by @crispysnakes two years ago out of her kids, Malibu x Seabreeze! She asked for some updated photos, so here they are! And just so you know, she’s a total sweetheart temperament-wise, has never refused a meal, and sheds like a pro every time! A+ baby <3
Jughead x reader in which she acts completely normal.
(Y/N) (L/N) liked Jughead Jones. That was a fact.
Jughead Jones liked Betty Cooper. That was also a fact.
Another (very) known fact was that Betty Cooper liked Archie Andrews, yet Archie liked Valerie Brown.
It was a huge mess and there was no way to fix it.
“Are you ever going to tell him you like him?”
(Y/N) looked up from her book to see Kevin Keller and Veronica Lodge slide into the booth she was sitting in. “No.”
“But why?” complained Veronica. She was the biggest (Y/N)/Jughead shipper there was.
“Because he likes Betty,” (Y/N) replied smoothly. “I’m not gonna waste my time.”
“Oh c’mon,” Kevin exclaimed. “That boy is taken with you, he just hasn’t realized it yet.”
“And he probably never will. I’m completely happy just being friends with him Keller, I’m not going to jeopardize that friendship because of my feelings.”
“Whatever (Y/N),” Veronica scoffed. “But he’s going to find out sooner or later.”
The trio of friends turned to the door when they heard the jingling of a bell, alerting the patrons in Pop’s that someone had entered. Jughead looked around the diner, his eyes settling on the (H/C) girl and making his way over.
“Hey guys,” he greeted. “What are we talking about?”
“Oh nothing,” Veronica said.
“Yeah, we were just leaving,” Kevin added as they both got up from their seats. “Remember what we talked about (Y/N/N)!”
You simply nodded as you waved at them, too engrossed in your book to notice the looks they exchanged with each other.
“So, what were you talking about?” Jughead asked as he sat next to you.
(Y/N) looked up at him and gave him a smile, “Don’t worry about it.”
Jughead couldn’t help but worry. He was too curious for his own good, everybody knew that. He wanted to know what his best friend had been talking about with Veronica and Kevin before he had arrived, but she wasn’t telling.
He followed her around for the whole week, bugging and begging her to tell him. She’d always laugh and give him a ridiculous response.
“We were talking about how my cat got diabetes.”
“Veronica was telling me that Reggie is actually very gay for Chuck.”
“Kevin and Veronica were trying to convince me to go skinny dipping in the river with them.”
Jughead was pretty tired of her excuses.
Later that week, Jughead had managed to corner Veronica in the hallway and was pestering her trying to figure out the topic of the conversation Pop’s.
“Fine!” Veronica cried out in exasperation. Noticing that (Y/N) was rounding the corner and approaching them, the Lodge girl quickly came up with a plan. Pushing Jughead into an empty classroom next to them, she motioned for him to stay put. Curious, Jughead decided to listen to her and watched as (Y/N) was stopped by Veronica.
“So (Y/N), I assume you’re on your way to meet Jughead at Pop’s?” Veronica had a sly smile on her face.
“Of course not,” (Y/N) replied. “Why follow my daily schedule when I can be spontaneous.”
Noticing the heavy sarcasm in her tone, Veronica gave her an irritated look. “Well little Miss Sarcasm, sorry for asking.”
The (H/C) haired girl flashed a smile at Veronica, “Where else would I be going Ronnie?”
Jughead smiled at his best friends words. It was indeed a daily ritual to sit at Pop’s until closing time every day, just enjoying each others company as they drank some milkshakes.
“So have you thought about what we told you?”
Jughead was snapped out of his thoughts by Veronica’s question. ‘What is she talking about?’ he though to himself.
“Yeah, I have actually,” he heard (Y/N) reply. “I’m not doing it.”
“You have to,” Veronica said.
“No Ronnie, I am not telling my best friend that I like him!”
Jughead felt his breathing stop. (Y/N) liked him? His (Y/N)? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice (Y/N) and Veronica walking away. He quickly gathered his thoughts and rushed off to Pop’s, determined to get some answers from his best friend.
~~~ “You’re late,” (Y/N) said, not looking up from her book as Jughead approached her booth.
“Yeah, I got caught up with some stuff for the Blue & Gold. Betty needed my help,” Jughead mentally cursed himself for his shitty excuse. (Y/N) simply looked up at him over her book, raising an eyebrow at him, before going back to her story.
Jughead didn’t know what to do. He wanted to ask her about what she had said to Veronica back at school but he couldn’t seem to find the words to speak.
“You alright there Juggie?” (Y/N) asked. “You seem very conflicted.”
“Do you like me?” Jughead blurted out. He mentally face palmed. ‘Way to be subtle’ he mentally reprimanded himself.
(Y/N)’s eyes widened briefly before going back to her book. “Dammit Ronnie,” she muttered under her breath.
“So it’s true?” Jughead asked nervously.
“Yeah,” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly, still reading.
“I’m sorry (Y/N). I really am, but I like Betty,” Jughead’s voice almost trailed off at the end as he braced himself for her reaction. He didn’t know what she’d do. He was expecting anger, sadness, a melancholic response. He got none of those.
“Ok,” the girl simply replied. Jughead’s head shot up.
“I’m sorry (Y/N/N), I truly am.”
(Y/N) finally looked up at him, setting her book down after she marked her page.
“Why?” she questioned. Jughead looked at her in confusion.
“Why are you sorry Juggie?” she said. “I knew you liked Betty. That’s why I didn’t say anything”
“Yeah but, it’s just that you like me, and I uh- I feel really bad and uh…” Jughead stumbled over his words, not knowing how to reply.
His best friend leaned back in her seat and chuckled. “Juggie. You have no reason to be sorry. We can’t control our feelings. I like you, you like Betty, that’s the way it is. We can’t change it.”
“Yeah, but I feel kind of shitty,” Jughead breathed.
“Don’t,” his best friend replied. “Just because you don’t like me back doesn’t mean we’re not friends Jug. You’re my best friend, and our friendship is more important than some stupid feelings.”
And with those words, Jughead felt reassured as they ordered their milkshakes, drinking the night away, knowing that their friendship wasn’t ruined.
“You have to come along guys!” Veronica exclaimed. “Last time it was only me, Josie, Kevin, and Reggie but we all need a stress reliever.”
It was a Friday, and Veronica was trying to get her friends to go clubbing with her. Reluctantly, and with a lot of encouragement, they all agreed. Even Jughead.
It was eight at night when they all stepped into the club. Veronica, fearless and confident, dragged Josie and Kevin off to dance,with Archie tagging along. (Y/N) chose to sit down for awhile and Jughead and Betty joined her. (Y/N) felt really out of place as Betty and Jughead struck up a conversation and she decided to wander around. Just as she got up, she bumped into Reggie (who she had forgotten was there to be honest) and stumbled. She felt hands wrap around her waist as she put her hands out to steady herself.
“Whoa there,” Reggie said, smirking. “Don’t go falling for me (Y/N)”
(Y/N) couldn’t help but groan and chuckle at his lame pick-up line. Her and Reggie had once been friends, best friends actually, up until high school. He had instantly become popular and she hadn’t. They had simply grown apart.
“I had honestly forgotten you had come,” the girl stated.
“You wound me (Y/N/N),” Reggie smiled, placing a hand upon his heart. “And here I was thinking that you loved me.”
“Yea yea, long time no see huh?” the girl replied.
“Yeah,” Reggie muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I miss our friendship and I’m honestly sorry that we stopped talking.”
“Buy me a milkshake and you’ll be forgiven,” (Y/N) told him.
“Deal,” Reggie said. “Let’s go.”
“Yea, we have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Jug, why is (Y/N) leaving with Reggie?” Betty questioned.
Snapping his head to look for his best friend, Jughead immediately stood up and walked over to the pair that was making their way out of the club.
“(Y/N/N)!” Jughead called out. The pair stopped and turned around. “Where are you going?”
“Oh, Reggie here is gonna buy me milkshakes,” (Y/N) answered happily.
“Uh, I believe I said one milkshake,” Reggie said in a teasing tone, bumping his shoulder against the girl’s.
“Uh, I believe I never said how many milkshakes you owe me,” (Y/N) shot back in an equally teasing tone. Jughead looked back and forth between them, an uneasy feeling creeping up on him.
“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled. “See you around I guess.”
(Y/N) frowned slightly at his response before being pulled away by Reggie, the smile reappearing on her face. Jughead made his way back to Betty.
“…and then we also have to start working on next week’s spread,” Betty said as Jughead glanced at the club’s entrance.
“And I also kissed Veronica at cheer tryouts,” Betty said, trying to get Jughead’s attention.
“Uh huh,” Jughead replied absentmindedly, still looking at the entrance.
“And I also found a unicorn and named it Sparkles. He’s currently in my attic.”
“Yeah, that sounds great Betty.”
“Jughead!” Betty shouted. He turned to her, nearly knocking over his drink.
“Go after her Juggie,” Betty said. “I know you’re worried.”
“It’s just…its Reggie,” Jughead started. “I don’t know why she left with him.”
“Well, they are friends,” Betty replied. “Go Jughead. We all know you like her. Go after her.”
Jughead looked at her in surprise. “You think I like her?”
“Jug,” she said. “I know you like her. We all do.”
“But I like you,” he mumbled, surprised when Betty giggled.
“That’s sweet Jug, really, but come on, you really don’t like her? She’s in love with you y’know. She always has been.”
“I know…” Jughead trailed off.
“Go talk to her,” Betty encouraged,
Jughead left the club.
As he approached Pop’s, Jughead couldn’t feel the small pang of jealously that he felt as he saw (Y/N) sitting at their usual booth with Reggie, as they both drank a milkshake. He watched as she tilted her head back, laughing as Reggie told her a story, gesticulating wildly with his hands.
He couldn’t help but think over Betty’s words. Yes, he always did think that (Y/N) was beautiful, and yes, he always did love receiving a hug from her. But that was normal with best friends…right?
But as he stood outside, watching (Y/N) sitting at their booth with Reggie Mantle, he couldn’t help but agree with Betty. He definitely felt something for his best friend. He always had, he had just ignored those feelings. He wouldn’t have left Betty if he didn’t feel something for (Y/N).
He watched as (Y/N)’s gaze traveled to the window, spotting him and instantly smiling at him. Reggie’s eyes followed soon after and he got up/ Jughead watched as he gave (Y/N) a quick hug and paid for their milkshakes before leaving the diner.
“Don’t fuck this up freak,” Reggie muttered as he passed Jughead. Reggie was right, Jughead couldn’t mess any of this up.
He made his way inside and took his usual seat next to (Y/n).
“What are you doing here Jug? You were having such a nice time at the club with Betty!” the (H/C) girl exclaimed.
Gathering up all the courage he had, Jughead quietly replied, “But she’s not you.”
(Y/N) froze before looking up at Jughead. “What?”
“She’s not you (Y/N),” Jughead continued, feeling confident. He had nothing to lose and he knew that she liked him back. “Betty’s great and all, but she’s not you. You’re the one that’s always been there for me. You helped me after my dad went off the rails and mom left with Jellybean. You were there to support me when I began my novel and you were there for me when the drive-in closed down. You offered me a place to stay when I had nothing. It’s always been you (Y/N),I just never thought that we could be anything more than friends.”
(Y/N) threw her head back and laughed. “Oh Juggie. Of course I’ve always been there for you. You’re my best friend. I love you.”
“Go out with me? Please,” Jughead awaited her reply.
Smiling up at him, (Y/N) replied, “This can be our first date Jug.”
Jughead smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. And they spent their night there, like they usually did, just talking and sharing milkshakes. Only now, things had changed. They were happy, and it was quite obvious to anyone who saw them sitting together, exchanging shy kisses as the night dragged on.
“I love you too (Y/N/N).”
I really needed to write this and I’m sorry. Time Waster pt. 5 will be up by the weekend (I swear) and all requests will be done by the end of this week too (probably) sorry about the delays!! Science competitions are pretty brutal.
Hope y’all enjoy and also, asks and requests are open. Feel free to message me if you want to be added to my tag list~
“You know I’m just a consultant, right Potter?” Draco said acidly, trying to scrape mud from his arms and legs, “I am not a mad auror with more adrenaline than sense.”
“You have mentioned it before,” Harry said tersely, taking deep breaths. It was, after all, his fault Draco had ended up in the swamp following up a lead on black market dittany growers. It was also Harry’s fault that when he tripped on a root he had grabbed for the first thing in reach, which had been Draco, and pulled them both into a mug bog with the consistency of quicksand that had taken them twenty minutes to get out of.
Now they were both coated in mud up to the chest. Draco had somehow managed to scrape most of it off and didn’t have any on his hair or face, other than a small blob on his cheek. Harry had it in his hair, face, and just about everywhere else.
He just, really, really wished Draco would shut the hell up.
“What kind of absolute idiot can’t identify dittany?” Draco muttered.
His wand clutched so tightly into his fist he could feel every groove and notch in the wood. “Why can’t we just cast scourgify?” Harry groaned, ducking under a branch Draco let go, nearly smacking him in the face. Draco was watching the ground for signs of the tiny herb but he had to have done it on purpose, Harry just knew it.
Draco shot a look back at Harry what reminded him of Snape, “I have explained, Potter, dittany only grows in soil that contains mercury and propagates moondew flowers, do you really want to know what happens when you introduce magic to that combination?”
“Ok, ok,” Harry conceded trying not to think about the places mud was now making its home.
“Are you certain?” Draco said mockingly, “Because it involves your skin turning yellow and slowly melting off. Sounds like a right jolly Gryffindor thing to do.”
Harry took another deep breath and slowly let it out, “I understand, Draco.”
“I sincerely doubt that,” Draco said.
“Just shut up!” Harry snapped, “I swear, I get it!”
Draco stopped in his track and spun around, his expression furious.
Harry went on, “I’m sorry about everything that’s happened but you’re not the only one that’s uncomfortable or unhappy about all this!” He threw up his hands, “I swear sometimes I think you only care about yourself!”
Draco stalked over to him, stabbing his finger into Harry’s chest, “You egotistical, fucking arsehole, I can’t believe-” he stopped and shook his head, “I fucking hate you.”
Harry smacked Draco’s hand away, “Yeah, well, I hate you too!! Fucking wanker.”
Draco jerked back like Harry had hit him, his eyes widening, “You-” his words choked and died in his throat, “-You what?” He blinked rapidly, his head turning away to try and hide the tear that had slipped down his cheek.
Harry stared in shock, then caught Draco’s chin, tugging it back round to face him. He brushed the tear from Draco’s face before he had even realized what he was doing.
“You’re covered in mud,” Draco sniffed, looking down at the ground, another tear blinking free.
“Sorry,” Harry said softly, wiping the other tear away, smearing the mud on Draco’s cheek, “I don’t hate you.”
“Like I care,” Draco muttered.
Harry sighed and smiled ruefully, “Alright.”
“I don’t,” he insisted with a faint pout, finally bringing his eyes up to meet Harry’s, a faint pink flush colouring the tops of his cheekbones.
Harry leaned forward, chancing a brief kiss, tensing in anticipation for the worst.
“This is awful,” Draco groused, “We’re disgusting.” he sniffed again and blinked his tears back.
“Can I try again when we’re cleaned up?” Harry asked.
Draco glanced away and shrugged, his cheeks flushing further.
Harry smiled, “How about dinner then?”
Draco pulled away suddenly, his eyes fixed at where he had glanced away. He stalked through the trees to a small clearing surrounded by scrub and strange pale flowers. “Here it is.” Draco gestured.
Harry followed. The clearing was full of tiny dittany plants. It was a king’s fortune, especially at the obscenely high prices the growers were charging for them, and the final evidence they needed to convict the group they had arrested a few days ago. Harry activated his tracking medallion and sent his patronus back to tell them he had found it. Soon the collections team would be apparating on Harry’s location.
Draco shifted his weight, his arm brushing Harry’s. He cleared his throat nervously, “Dinner would be nice.”
This is my first time actually requesting something anD ITS TOTALLY OK IF YOU SAY NO I JUST REALLY ENJOY YOUR WRITING LIKE I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CHARACTERIZE EVERYONE SO WELL like I've read other one shots and fics before but yours are literally amazing bUT aNywHOrE IgNoRE tHAt what I was hoping to request was a friends to lovers Soonyoung ❤️❤️ I just love your friends to lovers and I love my little 10:10 bean so much and I just think it would be adorable! Love you mom!!
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you and hoshi took physics together and ended up partners for the big final project
which was hilarious because you two had never talked. like ever. the whole sem had gone by and when you sat down together you both had to be like “umm what’s your name again???”
but hoshi is sociable and doesn’t make it weird ,,,, actually he’s super funny too,,,,,,
and when you’re over at his house to plan the project he references a spongebob meme and you’re like oh my god,,,,you know that meme an hoshi is like,,,,,,,,i konw ALL the memes
he really does. he shows you his camera roll and you’re like oh my god
also you’re look who’s that pointing to a picture of a boy sleeping with toothpaste drawn all over his face and hoshi is like hehehehe that’s seokmin he’s dumb. he’s my best friend
but soon enough,,,,you and hoshi are friends
even when the project ends and you guys get a good grade and you think physics class is coming to an end so you guys won’t take again
WELL THINK AGAIN hoshi sees you on campus and is like HEYYYYY MEME BUDDY
and you’re like ohkbvda but it’s nice to have a friend so happy all the time
until one day when you find hoshi ,,,,and there’s isn’t a hint of a smile on his face
and he’s sitting in the cafeteria,,,,fiddling with his fingers and ignoring whatever lunch he’d gotten
and it feels so weird,,,,to see him looking so,,,,,,down
and so you sit beside him and you’re like whats up and hoshi shrugs and is like nothing really and you’re like,,,,,,hoshi,,,,,,you eat lunch in like 15 seconds and talk with your mouth full and right now you’re literally ignoring the food,,,,,something must be wrong
and hoshi lets out a sad chuckle but he’s like “it’s nothing, it’s just,,,,,,,”
he kind of shifts in his seat and is like “,,,,,,,is the only good thing about me,,,,,,that im funny?”
and you’re kind of speechless because,,,,,you’ve never thought of hoshi as someone ,,,,insecure of himself
but here he is,,, eyes cast downward,,,,,voice so??? small
and when minghao and jun walk by saying hello to him he switches on this fake smile that’s gone when his friends are
and you’re like “hoshi,,,,you know you’re more than that. so much more.” and he quietly mumbles “like what?”
and you frown and you’re like “WELL number one you’re smart,,,we passed that project together!! you’re a great friend,,,,,you’re creative,,,,,,and - and you’re really handsome!!!! like you know this right-”
and hoshi almost falls from his seat when you say handsome because he looks up and is like,,,,,,,are you complimenting me??? and you go a little pink in the cheeks but you’re like u-um!!! yes!!!! i mean!!!!! ive always thought you were handsome!!!! lots of people do-
and hoshi ,,,you can see he’s now biting back a smile and you’re like HOSHI I MEant IT-
and hoshi shrugs his shoulders and is like “oh you meant it in a friendly way?” and the answer ‘yes’ is on your tongue but the reality is,,,,,,,,that’s not true
you didn’t just mean it in a friendly complimentary way,,,,you meant it because,,,,,,,,you’ve seen hoshi
his sharp features, lean figure, beautiful eyes,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and you’ve always wondered,,,,his lips look so soft,,,,
so you stutter,,,you hesitate but you tell the truth
“no,,,,i mean it because i like you.”
this,,,,literally makes hoshi’s mouth fall open but the smile is now on full display and he’s chuckling and you’re like hoshi im not jokin-
and he leans over the table to press his lips to yours quickly and you’re like !
and he sits back and is like “you’re the first person to call me handsome you know,,,,”
and you can’t believe it but you’re like o,,,oh
and hoshi is like “from now on, i want to hear it more. from you. only you?” and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,what does that mean,,,,,,
and hoshi is like “i know im not good at much,,,,but as i think id do a decent job as your boyfriend??”
Ok so I’m watching TLD cuz Sherlock is freaking adorable and I’m just now realizing how many plot holes there are. I know everyone has been pointing these out, but this is just insane
why does everyone keep thinking it’s Sherlock’s blog? It’s very obviously from John’s POV, and this has never happened before. It doesn’t make sense
Why bring in H H Holmes for absolutely no reason other than to serve as Smith’s inspiration? Why do we need a serial killer to have a mentor?
why have both John and Sherlock talking to people who supposedly aren’t there, only to make one actually having been there? Why do we need that mirror then?
WHO IS SENDING MARY’S POSTMORTEM DVD SPECIALS??
who the hell is John? seriously. If he needs to have a serial killer tell him to see that his friend is suffering and in pain, question him on whether he’s actually a doctor, because seriously anyone could see that he needed help. The John we’ve seen until now, in fact any medical professional, would not wait and stand guard while his friend shoots up in the bathroom.
why did Sherlock say Smith had the scalpel when he in fact had the scalpel???
why blame Sherlock for Mary’s death? I get the whole grief, anger, and need to blame someone, but like. Really. It’s so obvious that Sherlock didn’t do anything
WHY DID JOHN BEAT SHERLOCK TO THE POINT OF INTENSE HOSPITALIZATION? THAT WAS JUST INSANE
how did Sherlock manage to notice that she was suicidal and alone and has a small kitchen but fails to notice that sHE ISN’T THE WOMAN FROM THE PICTURE HE REFERENCED. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER
why the random shot of people dressed up as aliens, right before Smith filming the commercial?
ok this is random, but at 1:09:58, there’s a reflection of the bed in the window, but it looks like in the reflection there’s no one in the bed.
why does Smith say that after he’s confessed he can break America? where did America come from??
also, when did mycroft’s office go from a huge room, well-lit with comfortable chairs, to what looks like a prison cell, grid on the ceiling, grey metal everywhere, tiny room
why did the change lady smallwoods name?
also – if the gun Eurus shot John with was a tranquilizer gun, why did it smoke? I do not believe tranquilizer guns smoke. this one is, as we say, the smoking gun that something is up *fingers guns*
anyone wanna add or answer or just freak out with me?
It didn’t surprise Harry the first time Draco pulled away from him. They’d been sitting in the 8th year common room late at night. As they heard footsteps outside the doorway, Draco jumped from his seat next to Harry and moved to the far side of the sofa.
Once they were alone again, Draco apologized between soft kisses. “I’m sorry. We just have a lot of eyes on us right now. For very different reasons, of course. I’m just not ready.”
Harry held him close and smiled. "It’s ok. Not everyone is cut out for fame and attention.“
Draco swatted at him but couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.
Right after leaving Hogwarts, Harry gave Draco a small box tied with a green ribbon. He stood with his hands in his pockets and watched Draco open it. Once Draco saw the key inside, Harry asked, “Will you move in with me?”
Draco didn’t immediately answer.
Harry nervously rambled, “I mean, it’s not like the manor, it’s just a little flat in a Muggle area, but it’s got plenty of space. I know you have too many dress robes to keep in a respectably sized flat, but we could make it work. I won’t even get mad at all the hair potions taking up room on the bathroom counter-top…”
Draco stood with tears in his eyes. "I’m sorry. I…“
Harry sighed, “It’s ok.”
“I’m not ready. I want to. I really do, but…”
“It’s ok, it was a long shot anyway. I mean, what did I expect. ‘Happy late nineteenth birthday, please make this crazy commitment with no time to think it over.’ I mean we’ve only been together for…almost a year” Harry stopped when he realized how disappointed and a bit bitter he sounded.
“Please, don’t be angry. I love you. I just can’t,” Draco held the box out for Harry to take.
Harry took a deep breath and he let it out grabbing Draco by his outstretched arm and pulled him close. Wrapping his arms around Draco, “Keep it. It’s not like you’re going to walk in on me and someone else,” Harry said as Draco scoffed at him. “You have my heart. A key to my place just seems reasonable.”
Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.
“You don’t want me to be your partner, and that’s perfectly understandable. I’m just having a hard time with why I can’t list you as my emergency contact,” Harry said.
“You can list Weasley,” Draco said quietly.
“Aurors can’t list their partners as their emergency contact. It’s not like these are posted in the break room, I just think that if something happened to me, you would want to be the first to know,” Harry said.
They sat at the kitchen table in the flat Draco still hasn’t moved into. Paperwork covered the surface. Another year had passed between them. Auror training had been as horrible as Draco thought it would be, but Harry had been there for him every step of the way. Over the past year, he never pushed Draco to come out. Draco eventually felt comfortable being seen with Harry, as friends of course.
Their “friendship” didn’t seem to surprise anyone. Then only time he heard anything from the other Aurors-in-training, it was some snide comment about how Harry seemed to have a things for taking in strays. What did come as a surprise was when he heard Weasley speak up about it saying, “Yeah, cause Weasleys are such solitary stray people. I really set the trend for the rest of his friends.”
Harry took Draco’s hand, “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll list Andromeda first, you know, because of Teddy. Then I’ll list you second. That way, my godson isn’t stuck waiting for me to pick him up if something happens.”
Draco smiled, “Fine. But I just don’t want to risk our jobs. Relationships in the workplace are just inappropriate.”
“Are you kidding? There are two different married couples in our department. They just can’t work as direct partners. And we’re not working as partners. No problems,” Harry explained.
“We’re not married,” Draco said, pulling his hand away.
Harry stood abruptly, busying himself getting drinks from the refrigerator. Draco couldn’t be completely certain, but he was willing to believe he heard Harry mutter ‘not yet.’
Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.
The day Lucius Malfoy died, Narcissa spent the evening with her son. Both she and Draco were very private with their grief even in the presence of each other. Draco had watched Lucius’ health decline sharply over the six months since he’s become an Auror, ashamed that he was thankful for the long hours and inconsistent schedule.
“You should go back to work tomorrow. You know your father wouldn’t approve of sitting about when there are still matters that need attended,” Narcissa suggested. "Sitting about isn’t going to make you feel any better. Leave the isolated grief to me. My son, you have been through quite enough. I know if you go back to the Ministry in the morning, you will feel better.“
Draco wasn’t convinced she meant his job would make him feel better, but how could she know? Draco had been so careful. Hadn’t he?
He took her advice though. Draco went back to work the next day. As he arrived, Harry ran to meet him.
"What are you doing here? They’d understand if you took some time off. No matter who he was, you still lost your father,” Harry said. He was careful to stand a bit farther away from Draco than he wanted. He was careful not to offer Draco any comforting touches.
Draco fell into Harry’s arms right there in the middle of the corridor leading to the Auror offices surrounded by at least a dozen of their colleagues and acquaintances. Draco cried. At first he cried about his father, then he realized he was crying because he had nothing to hide anymore. He was holding his lover. Draco, held close to Harry, leaned down to kiss Harry’s shoulder.
Harry pulled away quickly, glancing around them, “Do you want to, er, go somewhere more private?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I shouldn’t have done that without knowing if you were ok with it. You can blame it on me if you want.” Draco stumbled over his words, obviously holding himself away from Harry.
Harry kept his voice low, “I’ve been waiting for that for 3 years. You were hiding me from your father. Weren’t you?”
Draco shook his head, ignoring the small glances from the people walking past them. “I was hiding me from my father. I don’t know why I never just said that. You deserved to know, but I couldn’t tell you that I expected you to go out of your way to stay hidden because of him. I mean, you two weren’t exactly on the best of terms. I would understand if you don’t want to see me right now, or ever. But he was…he would have disowned me. I know he was terrible but…”
Harry put a comforting hand on Draco’s shoulder, “But he was still your father. I get it. I would pick a fight with Minerva McGonagall for my father and I don’t even remember him, not really.”
Draco’s eyes widened, “No, you wouldn’t!”
“Nah, but I’d think about it,” Harry laughed. He took Draco’s face in his hands and kissed him not caring who saw them. His entire body filled with relief when Draco kissed him back. "You still shouldn’t be here today. Can’t we just go home?“
Draco nodded, "Take me home."
When Harry apparated them into the little flat in Muggle London, Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with Harry Potter.
GOD IM SO GLAD MORE PEOPLE ARE HOPPING ON THE BAD VISION LANCE TRAIN BEVAUSE I ALWAYS HC HIM AS BLIND AS FCK BUT HE DOESNT SAY ANYTHING BC HE REFUSES YO WEAR GLASSES (which he actually keeps in his jacket pocket but he will never tell anybody that ever) just lance being such a good shot and he can't see brings me joy my son is so talented
hunk is the only one that knows
until keith finds out eventually probably by accident and gets super flustered bc!!! lance is cute!! he was cute before but oh heck!!! lance is really cute!! and he is really gay!!
and keith kinda stumbles over his words like “so uh so you wear glasses”
lance, without hesitation: no
keith: but they’re?? on ur face right now?? ur literally wearing them??
lance, literally wearing his glasses: no im not
and then keith later after seeing lance and his sharpshooting skills he asks lance why he doesn’t just wear his glasses bc then he’d be able to see his shot better and lance is just “i didn’t miss a singe shot keith”
and keith doesnt rly know what to say to that so he stands there in silence for a bit processing how this guy who needs glasses can still be such a good shot and eventually says “how the hell do you do it” and he’s a lil in awe tbh
my favorite thing about ouran is the complete lack of heterosexuality in the main cast, like
the main character is literally an asexual (and possibly agender) crossdresser raised by a flirtatious transvestite dadmom and everybody just goes with it, like no one ever gives her a hard time about it (except for tamaki but we later found out that he only tries to remind her that she’s a girl because he’s genuinely worried about her) or tries to tell her she needs to change.
and as for the host club members, most if not all of them seem to be pretty laid back and flexible when it comes to sexuality (tamaki definitely was into haruhi even when he thought she was a guy, the twins act gay af half the time, kyoya and tamaki have that weird “mommy and daddy” thing, ect.).
there’s an entire school full of singing lesbians.
gender roles apparently don’t apply either; haruhi is tough and mature and independent and never feels like a damsel in distress.
did i mention the transvestite dadmom who NOT ONLY works to support his/her daughter and rocks at being a single parent, but is respected and accepted by haruhi’s friends.
that one story arch where kasanoda had a crush on haruhi but thought she was a guy and he just accepted it like “ok i guess i like guys now that’s cool”
(in the anime at least) haruhi never has a *sexy* bra and panties shot (she gets walked in on while changing a couple of times but it’s never a fanservice type thing), and remains independent and uninterested despite being surrounded by hot guys 24/7. because, you know, it’s possible to be just friends with someone even if they’re physically attractive.
haruhi and hikaru go on a date and share a couple of romantic moments, but things don’t really work out and they both accept it and stay friends without either of them being bitter or resentful.
and none of this is even treated like a big deal? it’s all just accepted as the way things are?
As Shawn’s girlfriend of 3 years you got lots of attention from his fans. Although you aren’t a singer or an actor, just dating Shawn made you popular throughout social media and such.
You loved Shawn’s fans almost as much as he did. They supported him in the thing he loves to do, and that means the world to you. They make him happy, and that’s all you could ever ask for. Though, sometimes they got out of hand. It wasn’t necessarily their fault, it just sorta happened.
If Shawn was somewhere out in the public you had to be sure to have lots of security and a back up plan if something went wrong. His security team was very strict but for good reasons. Shawn was very strict with you if you went out. People recognized you almost as much as they did with Shawn.
Shawn felt bad that he had taken your privacy away. You couldn’t go grocery shopping without a body guard. You couldn’t go get new clothes without having the whole store empty. But that’s how life is now. You could sacrifice your privacy if it help Shawn sleep at night. He was always worried. He got very anxious when you were out. He would hate if something were to happen because of his popularity. But he can’t protect you from everything.
Today Shawn would be playing at the Staples Center in Los Angles. You had been tagging along with him on tour for the summer. It was a hard school year with you at your university and him traveling, but now that school was out all you did was spend time with him.
Right now you guys were heading into the Staples Center to begin sound check, meet and greet and much more. There was lots to do before each show so you had to be there earlier.
And of course Shawn had very dedicated fans that would show up and watch him walk into the arena every time. He would usually stop and take pictures with as many girls as he could, but he couldn’t spend all day out there. If it was up to him, he would.
Right now the some of the security team was in the bus with you, Shawn, Andrew, and Geoff.
“Ok we are gonna have 3 guards on Shawn, 2 on Y/N, one on Geoff and one of Andrew. Just follow them and you’ll be good,” the main guard explained. Everyone nodded then dispersed to get anything else they need from the bus before leaving to the arena.
You followed Shawn to the back of the bus where the was a queen bed that you two shared. It was like the master bedroom of the RV. You had noticed that Shawn had an upset look on his face when he left so you went to investigate.
“Babe, is everything ok? You seemed upset when we left the meeting,” you asked placing your hand on his back and running it up and down a bit.
“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just kinda upset that you only have 2 guards. You know how crazy the girls can get. Maybe we can get one of my guards to go with you,” he explained thinking out loud. You reacted quickly grabbing his shoulder and making him face towards you.
“No way. Shawn they are here to see you. They are going to want a picture with you. They are going to be mobbing you. If you want to keep me happy, then you will take 3 guards. I love you so much, and I know you are used to protecting me, but let me protect you every now and then,” you fought back.
“Ok fine, but if anything happens to you, I’m gonna lose it,” he responded letting his protective side come out again.
“Ok baby,” you said running your hands through his hair. You stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on cheek before going to the bathroom to check your makeup.
About 5 minutes later everyone was gathered in living room paired up with their guards. You were standing next to Paul and Robert your body guards. Paul was about 5'10 and had a Mexican heritage. He had many tattoos up is arms. He always seemed to look pissed off which honestly scared you. Robert was about 6'1 and he was originally from LA. He had worked as a guard for many years which made Shawn very comfortable when you were with him. Paul was newer to security but he was knowledgeable and strong.
“Everyone ready?” Geoff questioned nearing the door. There were many answers but overall the were all just yes. Geoff’s guard opened the door and immediately there were screams.
First Geoff and Andrew went. Then Shawn. You watched as he stepped out and listened as the screams got 4 times louder, if that is even possible. You have them a second before walking out. The screams didn’t stop. Robert was in front of you and Paul was behind you. The minute you got on the other side of the barricade you knew this crowd was stronger than any other you had faced. There were just so many girls. This gave you an anxious feeling.
You began to push forward. There were phones in your face. People pulling on your hair. People tugging on your clothes. Paul and Robert did their best to push anyone to close away.
“We need back up, up here,” you heard John, Shawn’s guard, say into the radio that was hanging off Roberts belt. Your head snapped up looking for any sight of Shawn, though you couldn’t see anything over Roberts tall figure.
Since you were the only other person with more than 1 guard, your guards were the back up.
“I’m gonna help them out,” Robert yelled over the screaming to Paul. Paul reacted quickly coming in front of you. He began to push girls out of the way as Robert maneuvered through the sea of girls o make it to Shawn.
Paul was doing his best, but it wasn’t enough. The girls got so overwhelming. You began to have shorter breaths. You knew what gonna happen if you didn’t calm down, but you didn’t see that happening soon.
You knees began to get wobbly due to the lack of oxygen. You put your hand on Paul’s shoulders for support.
The girls were too much. They were loud, they were close, and they weren’t stopping. You put one hand on your throats feeling it starting to close up. Everything didn’t feel real. You felt like you were in a whole other world. Everything was spinning and every now and then thing would just go black.
You’re chest was killing you. You felt like the weight on the world was resting upon your chest. You were overwhelmed with fear. The fear of being trampled. Or crushed.
By now Paul had realized the state you were in and knew something was wrong.
“There’s something wrong with Y/N. I need help,” he said into his radio. He turned towards you putting his arms under your arms trying to hold you up.
You couldn’t breathe, you blacking out, and everything felt like it was falling to pieces.
“Y/N focus on my eyes. Keep your eyes open,” Paul instructed you. You did your best to follow his instructions but it was so hard. All you wanted to do was collapse. You were just overwhelmed by everything.
You must have blacked out for a couple seconds because when you woke up you were being transferred into someone else’s arms. You looked up and you were met with a pair of soft brown eyes.
“I got baby. I need to you to focus on breathing. Take deep breaths,” Shawn directed. You looked around you realizing the guards had made a circle surrounding you and Shawn.
“Shawn, I need out,” you stuttered. Fear was just kept washing over you.
“I know baby, we are working on it,” he responded. As a group everyone moved forward. Most of you weight was in Shawn’s arms. As much as you tried you couldn’t manage to keep your self up on your own. You were sure if Shawn wasn’t holding you up you could be on the floor. That just scared you even more.
After about 2 minutes of pushing and shoving the group made it to the safety of Shawn’s room in the arena. By now Shawn had just picked you up bridal style realizing that you couldn’t walk on your own. You were in the same state of mind but it was starting to calm down. But Shawn wasn’t calming down.
“What do you need babe? Should I call an ambulance? What do want me to do,” he pleaded. He was almost as distressed as you were. He sat informs of you on the floor while you sat on the couch speechless. You were trying to figure out what happened.
“Could you just hold me,” you asked not being able to come up with anything else. All you really wanted right now was to feel the comfort and safety of Shawn’s arms. He seemed to understand that. He silently moved to the couch pulling you softly into his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder pushing your face farther into his neck. He had one arm under you keeping you from slipping off and the other was playing with your hair. This helped calm you down. After a couple minutes you were pretty calmed down.
“What happened babe? Nothing like this has happened before?” Shawn asked.
“Everything was fine at first. Robert was in front of me, Paul behind me. Then someone asked for backup so Robert left. Which means I had Paul and that was it. Although he’s great, there wasn’t much he could do on his own. The girls just got so overwhelming,” your lip trembled as you recalled the recent events. You shook off the fear that came creeping up again.
“Babe, I’m so sorry. I gonna make sure next time everyone has more guards. That was so unfair to you,” he said his grip getting tighter on you.
“It’s over babe. Nothing we can do. Just hold me, and never let go,” you mumbled getting comfortable again.
“Ok, I can do that,” he responded.
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Hey darlings! I hope your day is going well. It’s Monday, and well, I’m having trouble getting through it. I have so much stuff that I need to get down, so please forgive me if I don’t keep up with the fic schedule I posted yesterday. I will get back on track with it when all my work calms down. It’s extremely hectic with AP tests coming up.. I’m going to try my best though. Enjoy the first official chapter of “Run Away Baby” and I love you all. xoxo
Description:Pregnant with Steve Rogers’ child, your husband, you’re a happily married couple. He moved you to the countryside, trying to keep you away from as much harm as possible. Isolated, and by yourself most of the time, you always worried about him when he went away. But, marriage couldn’t have been better for the two of you for the three years since you had taken his last name. But, one night, when Steve’s out on a mission, you get a call from Nick Fury telling you to get as far away from your house as possible.
The sound of your phone vibrating against the coffee table brought you from your sleep. You groaned, blindly reaching for it. Your fingertips were met with the smooth glass, and you tilted the screen towards you to see who was calling. Your vision was a little blurry; you were still groggy, but the name on your phone was as clear as day. It was Nick Fury.
“Shit.” You sat up as quickly as you could despite the extra weight on your belly. You knew it must be urgent because there were over ten missed calls from him. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach. What if something happened to Steve? You redialed his number, pressing the phone to your ear. It seemed like the dial tone went on forever, but he finally picked up. “Nick, what happening?”
“F/N, get yourself out of that house. Drive, and drive as far away as possible. You need to leave. Now.” His voice was instructive and stern.
“Wait, why? Tell me what’s going on!” You were starting to panic, and your breaths were becoming more labored. “Don’t tell me something happened to Steve…” The sudden realization of what might have occurred seemed to stop your heart as tears came to your eyes.
“F/N, I need you to listen to me. You need to gather up your things and get the hell out of there.” He paused, trying to find a way to break the news to you. “Steve… he’s not the man you think he is. He’s with H.Y.D.R.A.” A dead silence came through the line, neither of you saying anything.
“What?” You couldn’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe.
“Get out of your house, get in your car, and go to the address that I just sent you. It’s a safe house in New Jersey that not even the team knows about. Steve is a double agent, and you need to leave before he hurts you. Do you understand?” He was trying to be as gentle as he could, given the circumstances. You were completely quiet on the other line. “F/N, I need you to do this. Please. I don’t want you or the baby getting hurt. Just listen to me and I’ll explain when you get there.”
“O-okay..” You were choking on sobs. This didn’t feel real, but it was.
“You need to move quick, he’s already on his way to you. Call me when you get in the car.” He hung up the line, and you took a moment to realize what just happened. It all seemed to hit you at once, and you frantically got up, grabbing the few essentials that were needed for you and the baby. Not only were your hot tears obstructing your vision, but your child wasn’t cooperating and seemed to kick every five seconds.
“Come on, kid. You need to work with me here.” You sighed, looking down at your belly. Your keys were sitting on the table, and you swiped them off the counter, and grabbed your bag off the floor. You decided you might as well keep the lights on, trying to make him think you were still at home. You swung open the front door, and closed it behind you. Your hands were shaking as you fumbled with putting the key into the lock. As you heard the click of the lock, you heard footsteps coming up your porch steps.
“And where might you be going?” The more than familiar voice sent chills down your spine. You felt him staring daggers into your back as you turned to face him.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” Your words seethed through your teeth as your tears began to sting your eyes. Steve no longer looked like the happy man you thought you knew. He had an evil smirk on his face as he leaned against the railing, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. It wasn’t his dashing Captain America uniform you had grown to love. It was black with the H.Y.D.R.A. symbol across his chest instead of his silver star. “You’re not the man I married..” You took a step away from him, you back pressing up against the door.
“You’re right, I’m not. I never was because that was all just one, big, fucking act to smuggle myself into S.H.I.E.L.D. You were just there to ensure it, along with the child.” He looked you up and down, giving you a disgusted look.
“That was what I was? Just to fortify your alibi?” You face was hot and red. “I didn’t mean anything to you?” You furrowed your eyebrows together, looking up at him in confused hatred.
“I was never in love with you.” He took his weight off of the railing and began to walk towards you. “You didn’t mean a thing to me, and the baby sure as hell doesn’t either.” He shook his head, the loving looks he used to give you were now a distant memory, and the only thing you saw in his eyes were pure evil.
“No!” You tried to run away, but you were heavily pregnant; you were seven months along. He grabbed your wrist roughly, bringing you to your knees. You sobbed, the pain coursing up your arm.
“You’re not going anywhere.” He looked down at you, his face expressionless.
“You don’t have to do this, Steve. Please.” Your eyes searched for at least a piece of the man you used to know, but there was nothing left.
“Honey, you’re just collateral damage.”
Ahhhh, I hoped you liked it! I’ll try and have the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” or a one shot tonight for you guys! I have a request in my arsenal that I haven’t been able to get to, but I really want to write it. Have a wonderful rest of your day! xoxo