i love him a lot more than i thought i would

Sparks Fly

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,109

Warnings: implied smut at the end, dean’s lips, that’s about it

Summary: Guy after guy and you’re still always getting the worst ones. The worst kisser, the worst flirter… Until Dean shows you exactly how a man should take care of you.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry I don’t have a requested fic out. I’m so busy and haven’t had time to write anything yet. If you want to be a Queen or a Dean Bean, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists!

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Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

You slammed the door to the Bunker as you walked inside, pissed about life right now. You didn’t care what time it was, and you didn’t care who you woke up. You were pissed and you needed alcohol.

“Whoa, sweetheart, where’s the fire?” Dean asked, still up and right where you left him 5 hours ago.

“Don’t start with me, Dean.” You sighed, sitting down across from him, grabbing the whiskey bottle he’s been drinking from. You took a large swig and sighed, pushing the bottle back to him which he caught.

“What happened? Need me to punch someone? Or kill?” He asked, knowing you were very upset about something.

“No, it’s not that. You won’t understand.” You said, waving him off.

“Hey, come on, it’s me. You can tell me anything. What is it? Did he do something to you?” Dean asked. You just came back from a date and you were very excited about it when you left so he was confused to why you were like this. It was a stupid thing to get upset over but lately, this kind of thing has been happening to you and you can’t take it anymore.

“No, he did everything right.” You said, not finishing the rest of the sentence.

“But…?” Dean knew you better than anyone. He knew there was more to this.

“Okay, this is going to sound very stupid so don’t laugh…” He nodded and leaned back in his seat. You grabbed the bottle and took another swig before continuing. “He didn’t know how to kiss well.” You waited for Dean to start laughing, teasing you about how dumb you were being.

But it never came.

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BTS Reaction to the Media’s Mixup //

Request:  Could I request a BTS reaction to their S/O (who they aren’t in a public relationship with) being in involved in a fake dating rumor with another member of the group? Like, you’re dating Namjoon but the media theorizes that you’re dating Yoongi kinda thing? I hope that’s ok, love your blog! Have a great day!


Jin

Originally posted by gotbangboys

It was incredibly humorous to Jin upon finding out that the media thought you could ever be dating the maknae, Jungkook. Not that he had a problem with kookie, it was just that you had been dating Jin for the past 6 months. You guys had been very traditional about your relationship and wanted to take things slow. Of course you talked about going public but it wasn’t something you guys wanted to do until well into at least a year’s worth of dating. 

So when the media got you mixed up with dating Jungkook instead of your Jinnie; it was an interesting discovery for you both. You both decided to let the media have their joy in guessing about the two of you, if they were to go too far then you would speak up to denounce the rumors, but they died down pretty quickly on it’s own. 


Yoongi (Suga)

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

There was no way in hell that you’d be cheating on your Sugabear. The media had just publicized the conspiracy theory that both you and Namjoon had a thing going on behind the scenes of the Bangtan Boys. The only thing they happened to get right is that you were interested in a rapper of the group. That rapper being Min Yoongi and not the leader of the group like they had guessed.

Namjoon felt awkward about this “scandal” and couldn’t help but apologize anyway to his hyung in which he only received a fit of laughter. 

“Y/n? Dating you? Don’t make me laugh.”


Hoseok (J-Hope)

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Hobi wasn’t very amused with the fact that the media confused you for dating Taehyung and not him. It’s not like he accused or blamed you for anything; he just would’ve liked it for the world to know that you both were dating instead of one of him maknae’s. He knew that both of you weren’t ready to go public, considering you’ve only been dating for 4 months, but that didn’t stop him from whining to you about wanting to go public anyway. 

“But jagiya..you’re MY girlfriend, not Tae’s. I’m your hope. Not him.”

You just couldn’t get enough of the fact that your Hobi wanted so badly to go public with you. 


Namjoon (Rap-Monster)

Originally posted by ciutae

When Joonie read the news about the media’s assumptions that you were dating Jin, he would just shake his head in disbelief. He didn’t think the media could be so tempestuous and invasive and still be wrong about relationships that actually existed versus the ones they continued making up. 

Since you both had been dating for a year anyway, he planned on outing you both publicly, this being the incentive to do so. You both talked about it before hand though, given the fact that he would want you to be comfortable with the idea if he were to go forward with it. 

“Hello everyone, I’d like to introduce my girlfriend of a year, she makes me happy and we’ve chosen to become public and denounce any conspiracy with her and band member Jin. Please treat her kindly.”


Jimin

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“You’re not dating Yoongi-hyung behind my back, are you Y/n?” Jiminie pouted as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. 

“Of course not chimchim,” you chuckled, “I saw the news today too, it’s just a dumb conspiracy theory.”

He felt comforted in your gentle and sincere words. He knew that you could never do such a thing and began to pepper you in kisses, mumbling that the media should “capture this” and put it on the front pages. He didn’t necessarily like the idea that the notion of you and Yoongi were a thing, but there wasn’t much you both were going to do about it, comfortable knowing that you were each other’s anyway. 


Taehyung (V)

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Taetae found the whole thing to be very amusing but also very annoying and tedious to try to clear things up. Frankly, it wasn’t ideal to have the public think that you and Hoseok were dating when in fact you’d been in a relationship with Taehyung for the past 8 months.

You both thought about it for a while and decided to casually go public together. He’d posted a picture of you both on his twitter, saying “@media, you’re wrong. She’s mine.” 

Fortunately for the both of you, ARMY was in love with the idea that Tae was happy and how savage he shut the media up.


Jungkook

Originally posted by uhhquareeus

Kookie wasn’t really happy when there was speculation that you were dating Jimin. You guys hadn’t gone public yourselves and you’ve been hanging around the boys a lot but there was no way that you were dating Jimin instead of your real boyfriend for the past 2 months. 

It’s weird how the media hadn’t caught you guys kissing or anything (which you happened to more often than not). How could they even think about putting you in the media with his hyung? 

Jungkook made sure that he would be holding your hand in public, and giving you light kisses on the cheek here and there. He wanted there to be a conspiracy about you both without confirming it. You didn’t fight him about it, you just thought it was cute that your kookie was a little jealous.

Chocolate Cake

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jin X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: a scenario where seokjin and the reader are high school sweethearts who were separated cause the reader left the country and they reunite after she moves back but seokjin is getting married

Originally posted by ksjknj

Finally you were able to look around and see a view that was so warm and familiar. The city you had grown up in had become bustling with new people, new coffee shops, but the same old feeling to it. Sitting on your bed, surrounded by the boxes in your room from moving, you stared out the window as you watched the people walk by. 

About 5 years ago, you moved away with your family, trying to remember things from back then. The faint memory of your old friends came to mind and though those friendships were no longer as strong as they used to be, the memories were only happy ones. School back then wasn’t perfect by any means but it wasn’t too bad, having some of the brightest memories. The more you sat there reminiscing, the more curious you had become, going over to your box of photobooks. As you picked the largest one up a photo fell out from the bottom and landed into your lap. 

The picture featured a taller, broad shouldered, brown-eyed, and handsome ex of yours standing in front of the bus stop you both stood at back then. Unlike any of your other relationships, he didn’t mind you taking a pictures of him, in fact you could remember him gloating about his photogenic self after you took this picture. Almost as though you could still hear his unique laughter ringing in your ears was enough to make you laugh lightly to yourself. It felt a bit weird to feel yourself start to feel warm and comfortable just by looking at a picture of someone you no longer talked to nor were in a relationship with but he was like your other half in high school. Jin always knew how to make you smile no matter what and no matter how lame he had to be to earn that smile. He was romantic when he wanted to be, setting aside his jokes you could remember him holding your hand for the first time at the same bus stop. You were so embarrassed back then because the bus had pulled up right aftewards for everyone to see but when you looked over to him you noticed how red his ears had gotten, knowing it must a took a lot for him to do it out of nowhere.

The first time he had kissed you was on a field trip to the planetarium and as romantic as that sounds he didn’t sneak you off to a dark room with the stars glowing on the ceiling. You remembered you were holding his arm by his side when one of your classmates said the two of you couldn’t be really dating if you hadn’t even kissed yet. In a provoked moment he turned to you, kissing you in front of the group of classmates you were with to prove his point. 

“Did I or did I not tell you she’s my girlfriend.” Jin boasted. 

You grew so embarrassed your head was already in his chest to hide but unlike him holding your hand he wasn’t embarrassed anymore, laughing at your shyness.

The worst part of everything was the same 5 years ago when you had to move away. You spent maybe a week just crying once a day whenever you thought about him or missed him. You couldn’t have asked him to wait for you because there was a huge possibility you weren’t going to ever move back. Jin was your first love and you couldn’t forget anything about him, still having lingering feelings as you stared down at the small picture in your hands. 

“I wonder what you’re up to Kim Seokjin…” You whispered to yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket. 

It was the first time you tried searching him up on social media after unfriending him. Back then you didn’t want to see all the things he was doing without you but since it had been years you figured anything you would see couldn’t hurt anymore. The first one to pop up on instagram had a picture of him, surprising you with how much he had grown. Hesitantly, you followed him before looking through his pictures. The first one was a video of him playing the guitar as he occasionally looked over at the person sitting in front of him with a smile. It must have been something he had recently picked up, not remembering him playing before. When you clicked off of the video to view everything else you saw a notification that he followed you back, followed by an alert of an incoming DM. 

KSJ92 (Jin) :

   “Hi Y/N. It’s been awhile, huh?”

    “Are you doing well?”

You couldn’t stop staring at the message, reluctant to reply. At first you weren’t going to say anything at all but to your horror even you could see that you had read it, so he was definitely aware. With a deep breathe, you considered sending something risky but if you didn’t say it now it might be strange to tell him later. 

You:

     “Hey, I’m doing good. Sorry it’s been so long, I actually moved back here and was wondering if you wanna to meet up?”

There was a pause in his response after he had read the message, not typing right away. It was hard to tell if the 5 year gap made things awkward but there was not many other reasons he would instantly message you and not want to catch up. When the long two minutes passed he finally sent something in return;

KSJ92 (Jin):

    “Yeah sure, is today fine? I’m not sure which part of town you moved in but I know this cafe near me. They have your favorite cake too, if that’ll persuade you.”

You: 

   “What, really? That sounds great! Just send me the location and I’ll meet you there in like an hour.”

Setting your phone down,you immediately got up to change out of the sweatpants you had been wearing to unpack. You were nervous and excited at the same time mostly because it’s not like you didn’t know him but at the same time he could have changed a lot or not have remembered as much as you did about your relationship. It was hard not to wonder what he was thinking about meeting up again but then again, you never thought you’d get the chance to see him again after the way things ended. 

When you checked yourself in the mirror one last time, you grabbed your things and headed out to the place based off of the directions in your phone. Luckily for you, it was only about a 10 minute walk from you seeing as though you must live close to each other without realizing it. Come to think of it there were plenty of apartment complexes and cafes on your way there so living in the city seemed to have it’s perks.

As your hand reaches for the doorknob, someone else pushes it open next to you. 

“Wow, you almost look the exact same.” Jin gasped jokingly before sending a smile in your direction as he held the door open for you. 

You looked up at him, examining the differences about him. The first thing you noticed was his handsomely dyed light brown hair unlike the pictures of his Instagram, as well as his newly developed height and obviously toned body even through the button up he was wearing, neatly tucked in the front of his pants. If it was even possible, he was even more handsome than he was before looking so much more grown.

“…Jin? You look completely-”

“Handsome? I know, I dressed up for you today.” 

Not believing your ears you scoffed before giggling at his dumb remark, hitting his arm playfully as you entered the cafe. You walked over to a table by the window before sitting down, jin following behind you. 

“Do you want a coffee? I’m gonna go order for us and bring it over here.” Jin suggested.

“Yeah sure, but only if you remembered my usual.”

“Ah, it’s been 5 years but you thought I wouldn’t remember? Come on…I’m a lot better than you think.”

“Is that so?” You smiled, resting your hand on your cheek. 

“Of course. Just sit here and i’ll come back with everything.”

You nodded, watching him go up to the counter to place your order. Looking at him from a far made you really realize how much you missed him. Talking to him was still comfortable and though, he was a bit awkward before the two of you dated it completely faded after he asked you out.  

Noticing you staring over at him he flashed a smile to which you waved in return. As you waited you just kept playing on your phone until you saw a small, white plate being pushed onto the table in the middle, accompanied by a coffee sitting right next to it. The tray still in his hands as he placed his own drink down, you pick up a fork, taking a bite of the chocolate cake. Jin set it to the side, sitting across from you with his drink. 

“So, what brings you back here?” He asked.

“Well, things weren’t very comfortable when I left. I couldn’t adapt well to moving with my parents so I decided to get a job back here. I got hired after a few resumes and a video call interview and ta-da, here I am. I think Namjoon convinced me to move back here when I talked to him last time even though he doesn’t even live here anymore.”

“What’d he say?”

“If you don’t like it you can always move again but if you don’t do it at all, you’ll just be unhappy and wondering why you didn’t just give it a shot.” 

“Yeah, sounds like him.”Jin smiled, nodding.

“What about you? What’s new?” You asked curiously, leaning over the table. 

“Well I think you know the biggest news since I sent you an invitation-…oh wait, you never replied to it? Do you think you can make it?”

Your eyes brows furrowed in confusion, taking another bite of the cake. You covered your mouth to speak as you chewed. He seemed excited about whatever it was he was talking about. 

“Invitation? Invitation to what?”

“My wedding, Y/N. I guess when you moved it got lost in the mail or sent to your old address.”

Suddenly the cake felt much more dry, coughing at his words. Jin stood up from his chair in shock to see if you needed help but you shook your head, waving your hand to assure him you’re okay.

“Are you okay? 

“No, I’m fine. I had no idea…ha..wow, congratulations.”

His expression changed from being concerned to smiling again as he recalled his new fiancee. He pulled his phone out to show you a picture of her with the ring on her finger and you couldn’t even lie to yourself about how gorgeous and nice she looked. Your heart completely sank and any getting back together fantasy of yours had been crushed. 

“That’s amazing. She’s really lucky..” You said quietly. 

“Yeah, I know it seems weird to invite your ex to your wedding but we were best friends first and even if things didn’t end that well I thought it would be nice to see you again. When you added me I thought it would have been because of the wedding.”

“Ah, not really. I Just thought it would have been fun to see you again after so long. I found our old yearbooks and stuff when I was unpacking.”

“Well, do you think you can make it? I can always just mail you a new one-”

“W-well, I’m a bit busy. You know, new job and unpacking and everything but I’m happy for you guys.” It was hard to lie to his face but you tried to maintain the fake smile plastered on your face. 

You were so absorbed in your own head you didn’t even notice he never told you the date of the wedding so an excuse was a bit strange to say. At least he would get the hint as you just stared down at the chocolate cake in front of you that no longer felt as special. You truly wanted to be happy for him and maybe you would have if you didn’t build up this whole meet up in your head, thinking he might have been the best guy for you and possibly being that girl alongside of him at that wedding. 

“That’s fine, Yeah, no, I understand Y/N. It’s not that big of a deal.” Jin nervously laughed off the rejection. 

“Aside from the wedding there are a few other things that’s changed.” He chimed in. 

Pretending to listen, you looked over at him, nodding every few seconds he was talking. You knew this was it, you had missed your chance, and the only thing you could still think about was coming to terms with the fact the entire time he smiled at you or said something sweet to you he was someone else’s. The first guy you told you loved him now sat in front of you in love with someone else while you were still stuck in the past. You were just a past memory for him, no longer a future opportunity. And the more you kept thinking about it the harder it became to stop yourself from tearing up in front of everyone in this cafe. Your hands clutched the coffee cup a little tighter, knowing you should have expected this. There was no reason for him to stay single the way he was and finally you mustered up a real smile, unitentionally cutting him off.

“Thank you for giving me some of the best years in my life but I think for the sake of your fiancee, we shouldn’t meet anymore. I shouldn’t have added you as carelessly as I did and if I would have known I wouldn’t even have met with you today. I’m sorry…I really hope you guys are happy and I really mean that.” You let out, pulling a $10 from your purse to place it on the table before standing up and walking out the door. 

Jin ran up from behind you, standing in front of you so you would stop.

“Wait! I asked her if it was okay to meet with you today. She’s fine with us being friends-”

“But I’m not. That’s the problem. I still care about you way too much to go to something like your wedding and maybe us dating wasn’t a big deal to you like it was to me but I’m not over you.” You admitted, blushing as you avoided his eyes. 

“Y/N-”

“Stop, okay? I’m going home, thanks for trying though.” 

Just as you said, you turned around and left, except this time he didn’t chase after you. The new house you came back to no longer looked like a place of a new life, it just reminded you of everything you used to have. You laid on the couch, letting out the tears you had been holding in just to go into your phone and delete him off of your social media. It felt selfish and you couldn’t stop thinking about the disappointed face he made before you ran off.  Things seemed to never work out the way you expected them to. 

Reason #13: Where is Jon’s “heart in conflict”?

Let’s play devil’s advocate here and say that J/D shippers are right and Jon was actually madly in love with Queen Dracarys…let’s imagine this to be the case…

Then how come we don’t get to see Jon expressing any kind of inner turmoil or struggle, or indeed any sort of regret or reflection about the fact that his decision making progress might be in some way blinded or influenced by his feelings for Dracarys? He knows what became of Robb who had an extremely similar kind of scenario going for him…Jon knows and he REMEMBERS…

And yet, IF - as some Joncarys shippers might argue - Jon was (like Robb) so incredibly taken with lust love and doesn’t give a shit about the North, his family, or how his people will react to his bending the knee, basically throwing all of them at Dracarys’ feet “out of love” - then WHY do we never see him express this in any shape or form (a simple “I love you” anything approaching this - that is not ‘boat banging’). The scene leading up to the boat bang could have done this SO easily: Jon comes to her, he tells her how he feels, she assures him that they will find a way to reconcile their love with the expectations and fears of the Northerners, they kiss, they bang. End of story. 

But nope. Jon hesitates, but we do not know why - and if his hesitation was indeed Jon’s only moment of thinking “Keep the North or Bang the Dragon?” and then deciding “Fuck it, imma get me some dragon ass!” this would be the worst two second conflict played out silently in the dark, making Jon seem more lecherous than Pycelle and at the same time more stupid than Robb…

Why is the only conversation Jon and Davos have about his “feelings” for Dracarys Jon assuring Davos that No, he is NOT interested in her, even if she’s beautiful, he is all consumed with worrying about the WW and the North. Why is there no scene where Jon tells Davos that he is in love with her - and that he is not SURE what what to do, that he is losing sight of what is right or wrong to act, or that he must try to be both ‘true’ to the North and ‘true’ to Dracarys - his supposedly ‘great love.’ 

Why is Jon so SURE that he knows what he’s doing and that he is in CONTROL of the situation, to the point where he pulls moves in the dragon pit that NO ONE understands, but that leave him still with the upper hand. 

GRRM is often quoted by fans with his great love for “the human heart in conflict with itself” which is supposed to be at the core of his story of ice and fire…

So…why do we not get to “see” Jon’s heart “in conflict with itself” when there is so much to be conflicted over? His family, his honor, his loyalties, his home, his father’s legacy, his brother’s mistakes, his “Sister” whom he swore to protect, to not let anyone touch her again, his beloved other siblings whom he thought dead (that scene alone: that “non-reaction” of Jon’s to Arya and Bran’s arrival at WF had me think “Is this all we get in terms of Jon’s inner world - no joy, no feels, nothing?”) 

If I had to describe Jon in S7 in three terms they would be: (in)control, guarded and Knowing. 

We all know that IF Jon had gone the EXACT same path as Robb (KitN - then falling for the “wrong” woman and prioritizing his relationship with her above all else) it would not only paint the entire show and its writing as repetitive and unimaginative to the tenth degree BUT it would also reveal Jon to be by far the DUMBEST character on the entire show, someone who still believes that it is ok to think with his dick rather than his brain while he full well KNOWS that doing so has cost his brother his head and his title, broken his family, enslaved the North to the Boltons and Lannisters and broken his family’s legacy and all their alliances in the North. MORE SO: Jon not only has the warning example of Robb, hell, he FELT the KNIVES going into his body, he EXPERIENCED the consequences of unreflected actions based on emotions rather than rational thought. 

Jon, too, is a SLOW LEARNER. But he LEARNS. 

We know that if Jon was truly in love with Dracarys he would have been seen to SUFFER some kind of conflict of “home” or “heart” and we would have known about it. It would in fact have made the entire supposed “courtship” a lot more credible if we had been able to really see inside Jon’s head and heart in this season and seen the struggle there regarding Dracarys and regarding the North that he seems to just have flung at her as if it mattered nothing to him. 

Jon gave Dracarys the North when he did not need to do it, when in fact, in a situation where it made zero sense to do it. He called her Queen when he need not have done it, because she already saved him and his men and said she believed him. These are things that only two sorts of people do: 

Someone who is so thirsty for dragon ass that he can’t contain himself and spills his sudden, uncalled for effusions of loyalty to her like verbal diarrhea…

….or someone who knows exactly what he is doing. Someone who has much more at stake than just who will sit on the stupid iron chair. Someone who is *desperate* to secure the usage and power of three nuclear dragons; someone has spent all his waking time planning to defeat the Night King, the White Walkers, all their zombies, to save his home, the North, his family, his people(s) (meaning the Northerners AND the Wildlings) from almost certain death. Someone who has thousands of lives, men, women, children depending on him, looking to him, trusting him…

As Sansa once said: “Jon is Jon.” when explaining to Brienne why she trusts him so implicitly and assuring her that he will “protect” her. Always. Now, Jon may or may not become known as “Aegon” at some point, whether we like it or not. But of one thing I’m convinced: 

Jon IS Jon and he will NOT be Robb Stark 2.0. 

If Sansa tells us this, I believe her. 

Touken Fluff

Summary: just a short fic with a prompt generously given by @captainhunterman about an insecure pregnant Touka with Ken reassuring her. Nothing really exciting or great, but I’ve got nothing else haha. Hope you enjoy anyway…


Touka’s face scrunched up, her frown deepening as she turned her swelled body in front of the mirror in front of her. She wore only her pajama bottoms and her maternity bra, her hand softly stroking the curve of her now large stomach, feeling the long lines of stretch marks underneath her light touch. With an agitated snarl, she plopped down onto her bed and grabbed kaneki’s shirt from the floor, pulling it on with an angry tug.

Harsh insults swirled in her tired mind, insults she’d usually direct towards others now jabbing at her constantly about her new heavily pregnant look. Payback is a bitch, as nishiki might say. It got to the point where she’d even avoid kaneki at times until she changed into a more baggy shirt to try to hide her now unattractive figure. She knew already that he would never call her such a thing like ‘unattractive,’ but she couldn’t help but feel repulsed at her own image whenever she passed her own reflection.

In a way, she wanted to show off her pregnant stomach, to let everyone know that inside was her and kaneki’s baby that would soon be born into this world. She wanted nothing more than to look down to the chubby face of their child they already loved so much, to shower it with endless affection and joy as they both raised their child side by side. Even so, she didn’t expect that she’d get so fat.

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BTS REACTION: unexpected pregnancy

i loved the exo unplanned pregnancy one you did, please would you be able to do one for bts? thanks very much!

Seokjin:

You had told Seokjin that you were feeling unwell, so he called you as often as possible, making sure you had everything you need, and that you weren’t feeling to bad. 

“You look better today,” he smiled at your image on the screen, making you nod. “Your illness has gone?” he asked happily, adjusting so he could hold the camera steady. “It’s not an illness I have,” you smirked before reaching over to pick up the notes your doctor had given you. The confusion wiped from his face when he read what was on it. 

When you set the papers down, you saw him frowning on the screen. “You’re not happy about it…” you joined him in frowning. “Who’s going to make sure you’re eating everything you need to keep you and baby healthy?” he huffed, face screwing up. “I’ll send you some recopies, okay? Remember to take your vitamins. Don’t work too hard,” he stopped when he saw you roll your eyes. “Don’t do that! I want you both to be healthy! When I come home, I’ll take over caring for you.”


Yoongi:

You’d ended up arriving at the venue late, as the traffic was a nightmare around the area. You managed to catch your husband before he went on stage again, grabbing his arm to stop him. “Can I talk to you?” you panted, making him. “Of course you can,” he moved you to somewhere with a tiny more privacy.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, fingers locking together with yours. “We’re going to be parents,” you announced, making him grin at you. “Really?” at your nod, he pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your head. The sweet moment was cut off by the announcement playing through the speakers. “Go wait for me at the hotel. I’ll be there in a few hours.”


Hoseok:

Hoseok had finally come after crashing at the dorms after schedule. You two slept wrapped in eachother for the first time in weeks. You decided to try give him a good send off, not knowing when the next time you’d see him would be. 

You had managed to break free from his arms and begin your cooking, making as little noise as possible. As the sun began to rise, you had finished, adding your final touch to the meal; a note of congratulations. 

He was sleepily staring at the ceiling when you entered with the tray, his eyes soon going to you. “I thought you were a dream,” he laughed, shuffling so he was sat up. “Breakfast in bed for one hard working man,” you hummed, setting the tray down in his lap. 

He took in everything you had made, his smile faded when he saw your note. “I’m not a Daddy…” his face screwed up in confusion as you settled next to him. “In a few months you will be,” you smirked, setting your mug of tea on the bedside table. “You’re pregnant?” he moved the tray to the floor and pulled you to him. “When all this is over, I’ll treat you like the princess you are.”


Namjoon:

You and Namjoon had no time to talk when he’d come home to pack, you focused on making sure he had everything he could possibly need to take with him. When he left the room to collect something, you slipped in the pregnancy test, hiding it within his clothes. He threw his phone charger into the case then zipped it up. “I’ll see you when I come home,” he smiled, cupping your face and pressing your lips together for a final time before leaving. 

A few days after your husband’s departure, you received a call from him, which you accepted happily. “I found your present,” he announced the moment you answered. “Oh?” you smirked, making him grin. “We had to get pregnant before a tour,” he shook his head as he chuckled. “They’ll be kicking when I come back,” he turned his phone so you could see the order of books on his screen. “I’ll use my spare time to learn everything I can.”


Jimin:

Jimin being halfway across the world from you made it hard to talk to him. You had found out you’d both be parents, but couldn’t call him to tell him the exciting news, as he was probably sleeping. You promised yourself you’d wait until he was home, but at 3am, when you missed him more than ever, you decided to record a message for him. 

“So it’s month four of not seeing you… I hope everything’s going well, and that you’re eating lots. I know you said to go out with friends alot while you were done so I couldn’t get lonely, but I haven’t been out… I’m not lonely, though! I have Jimin Junior to keep me company!” you grinned, holding up the forms from the doctors so it could easily be read by him when he watched. “We’ll see you soon, okay? We love you!”

 The moment Jimin saw the video from you, he’d cry, concerning the other members. “What happened?” Hoseok asked, rubbing the younger’s back. He called all the members into the room and let them watch the video. “Let’s do well, okay? I need to go home and see my babies.”


Taehyung:

Taehyung has an app on his phone that tracks your periods, so he can get everything ready for you. When he gets a notification from it, informing him that you were two weeks late, he’d make a mental note to talk to you about it if/when he got home. 

“Y/N?” he’d call through the home, to have you appear from the kitchen. “Welcome home,” you smiled sweetly, approaching him to kiss him. “Did you forget to tell me about your period?” he asked, arms wrapping around you. “I missed you too,” your chuckle didn’t change the stern look on his face. “Why are you being so serious?” you frowned. “Because you might be carrying prince or princess Kim,” he mumbled, rooting through his bag to produce a test, finally making you realise you were late. 

“Go get changed, I’ll go take this, then can have dinner,” you wandered off to take the test. When you walked into your room, you husband sat patiently, eyes now wide with hope. “Please tell me it’s got two lines…” he whispered, making you nod. He let out a squeak of delight and fell back against the bed, a pillow was pulled over his face so his shouts of joy were muffled.


Jungkook:

Jungkook would notice how you winced everytime he laid his head on your chest, and how certain smells would trigger nausea. He’d take to the good old internet, typing your symptoms in to see if there was something he could do to help you. When he saw the word ‘pregnancy’ he’d tense up, glancing over to you. “I need to go to the store for snacks to take to rehearsals tomorrow,” he offered you a smile before leaving.

When he returned, he’d empty the snacks into his bag, then hand you the box that contained the test. “Can you take this?” he asked quietly, resting a hand on your shoulder when you looked up at him in confusion. “I might be wrong, but I wanna make sure.”

He’d patiently wait outside while you took the test, then hold you in his arms while waiting for it to develop. “What do you want it to say?” you asked as you hid you face in his neck. “I don’t know… I’d love to have a mini us… But not when I’m going to miss it all…” his lips came to your hair. 

When your alarm went off, he guided you to check the test. His eyes widened as he examined the two pink lines. “We’re going to be parents,” he murmured, handing you the test. “I’ll take the best care of you when I’m done with schedule.”

Then Again, P13  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note:

Hello, everyone! I know I said this chapter was going to be super short, but I had a chance to write for a whole hour this week (a miracle!) so it turned out longer than I originally thought :) It’s pretty consistent with the usual word count now. On that note, huge thank you to @girl-tips-from-satan for listening to me ramble and helping me enormously with this chapter. 

Also, I tipped 300 followers! That’s insane. If you guys ever want to talk about anything, feel free to send me a message! I would love to get to know you guys better. 💞💞💞 (Plus, if you guys have any questions about this fic, ask away! I’ll answer anything I can without spoiling too much 😉)

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Then Again, Part 13:

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He came back?

A hard crash in the bathroom slaps me awake. The consequent groan confirms it’s Peter who’s likely just tripped over his own feet. My eyes snap open on impact and my heart leaps.

The light from the bathroom is outlining the door in harsh gold, a shadow darkening the left floor corner. I close my eyes again, unable to handle the sudden light, and focus on keeping my body completely still. I’d rather he doesn’t know I’m awake. I’m not ready for what we might say to each other.

I just can’t believe he came back.

This thought swims the perimeter of my brain again and again, almost endlessly alongside my concentration to stay still until, of course, the door eventually opens. There’s a burst of light popping red against my eyelids. Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move. It’s only a second though before it goes black once more. If I could make a sound, I’d sigh.

The moment the door closes though, the silent air freezes. If I could see anything, I’m certain I would be able to pick out every particle of dust in the room halted, standing like statues in their assigned places. Everything around me - and me - feels trapped in this tiny timeframe. At once I’m far too warm.

He really came back?

Peter’s trying to be quiet, I can tell. Maybe that’s why I’m too aware of myself. My breathing shifts from an involuntary function to a mess of trying to regulate it consciously. I hate it. Breathe in. One, two, three, four. And out for five, four, three-

I hear something creak near the window. Is he really-? But then I realize it’s only the closet. He’s staying, then? I wish I were facing the other way so I could try to peek and see what he’s doing.

Without warning the blanket pulls.

What-?

The bed dips behind me, the springs compressing enough that I can sense exactly where Peter’s weight is centered. He’s inches from my back.

Holy shit.

His head must be close to mine on the pillow because something is tickling my scalp. What else is it, if not his breathing near my hair?

God, I’m still thinking about my own breathing.

Peter adjusts slightly.

Focus. In for one, two, three, four. And out for five, four, three, two, one. Shut up, brain, please. The heaviness in my lungs is making it difficult though. I need to turn over to relieve the pressure on my ribcage.

Slowly, steadily, and as convincingly as possible, I roll my shoulders over and push my legs to follow. It’s awkward and disjointed. As it would be, probably, if I were asleep. For good measure, I place my arm over my eyes. That should keep me from trying to sneak a glance. I really shouldn’t risk him knowing I’m not asleep particularly because I should be. The competition. I need to be ready. If I let Michelle down-

He’s touching me. What is he doing? His fingers are brushing mine as if - but now they’re gone. What?

One, two, three, four. Five, four, three two one. One two three four. Five four three-

Peter’s voice nearly makes me jolt.

“I’m serious about what I said before.” He pauses. My mind sprints through too many of things he said tonight and my stomach drops. “I’m really, really sorry.” What? “Anything you decide is suitable, I’ll do whatever you want if it helps you forgive me. I swear, I never meant to be such a jerk and I’ll never act like that again. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

He’s apologizing… and for the second time tonight, apparently.

That’s Peter. That’s the person I’ve been friends with for so long. He’s really back.

It’s unbelievable, I realize, how much I’ve missed him this week.

All I want is for us to be on the same side again.

My hand feels cold now, my fingers itching to have his back for a moment. I think I get the gesture now. Coming from Peter, it might’ve been a question, a mini request for compromise, a hint at truce in case I was awake. The shock of the initial contact made it weird in the moment, but in hindsight, it is uniquely Peter. Almost weird, but oddly perfect in context. I can’t believe he’s back.

Come tomorrow, the two of us are going to have a lot to work through and I know that. Yet… I almost want to say something, to signal back that it’s okay. If his apology is genuine, as it sounds and I trust it is, I should do something too, right?

God, I’m just going to do stupid things until I die. With that in mind, I ignore the protests forming in my head and let my who cares? side have control for once.

I roll over onto his side of the bed and, quite frankly, onto him. Sort of. My hand fumbles across his shoulder before awkwardly reaching across his middle to latch on, as Michelle is well familiar with. He half-jumps. By instinct, I immediately pull myself closer, my fingers pressing themselves against his bare ribcage.

Why didn’t you change into pajamas? Damn you, Peter.

I really thought he would at least have a t-shirt.

Although I’ve seen him shirtless a handful of times before, like an hour ago, it’s suddenly a very different thing to physically feel him this way.

“Uh, um. Y/N? Are… are you awake?”

Don’t move a muscle, definitely don’t answer.

“I don’t want to be weird or anything….” He hesitates. “But my arm is going to go numb if- if I stay like this. So it’s, you know, logical I guess, if I move a bit? But if it’s weird you can, you know, just hit me or something. Or maybe I should sleep on the floor? I was going to once I-”

I force a fake, drawn-out exhale and for some stupid, idiotic reason, I pull myself up a bit more, my leg by habit (I’ll pretend) following the overall motion to slide between his knees. Why am I like this? I can picture how this must look: Peter on his back, his arm crushed under me as I cling to him like a koala bear or tree frog. Our ankles knock against each other slightly. That itself gives me a sense of security, like being locked into a safe place.

Peter stills.

“So you’re not awake?”

Only Peter would ask this right now. The question tickles the top of my head. I can tell from the quick intake of breath that he’s about to keep talking - but given the situation, I think my heart might combust if he whispers another apology.

“Peter,” I mumble. “Please, shut up.”

His chest freezes under my head. He definitely knows I’m awake now. He nods.

“Yeah. Okay.”

Why did I have to say something?

My face is burning and his skin seems more like a furnace than a human body. I could play it off tomorrow as if I had been still asleep… but he knows, he has to know. That really wasn’t a convincing still-sleeping voice. Just as I consider rolling off the bed, rolling under it, and staying there for the next twenty years, Peter moves.

He slides his arm from under my own and wraps it around my shoulders. His right hand brushes my hair away from my face.

I’ll be surprised if he can’t feel the heat from my forehead. God, why are we always so awkward?

I expect him to stop there, but he combs through, rather hesitantly, twice more. The second time, one of his fingers catches on a tangle. He accidentally tugs it (I bite my cheek to keep from jumping) before he pauses and half-pats my head like sorry, my bad. He drops his hand to his side and sighs. His breathing begins to deepen. Admittedly, I wish he hadn’t stopped.

Peter shifts slightly.

He starts to say something, but hesitates - a half-formed sound trailing off.

Then, there’s a long pause. We both seem to be waiting for the other.

What are we going to do after tomorrow, Peter?

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

This time, I don’t say anything back.

Instead, I kick the corner of the blanket bunched around my foot - the one that isn’t between his legs - until I can tell it’s finally covering both of his feet too. Once I’m certain he has enough of the blanket, I settle in a bit more and hope he doesn’t think it’s weird.

This is such a stupid idea.

Still, it’s better than I imagined. And how many times have I imagined this? An embarrassing amount and honestly -

His arms tighten around me. The knots in the back of my neck relax.

It’s a thousand times better than I imagined.

Shit.

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anonymous asked:

V3 boys bringing their new S/O flowers for the first time? I'm a sucker for cutesy stuff 😊

Awww! Of course! ^^ I regained some strength so have some fluff <3

NDRV3 Boys bringing their S/O flowers for the first time

Shuuichi Saihara:

- You were just getting ready for a date

- Saihara promised that he’d pick you up at 19:00 sharp and you knew that he always kept his word

- Sure enough, at 18:59 your doorbell started ringing

- You smile as you make your way to the door

- “Hello~”

- You open the door and greet him happily

- “Good evening, S/O - san/kun”

- You notice that one of his hands is behind his back

- “Whatchu got there?”

- You try to peek over his shoulders by standing on your toes but he takes a step back

- “Well… On my way from work I walked past this shop and… I got you a little gift”

- “Awww Saihara - kun! I feel bad now.. I don’t have anything for you!”

- He laughs as he shakes his head

- “No no, I didn’t expect anything from you… Ah, well… Here”

- He brings his hand forward and presents you with a bouquet of roses. There are several colours present, white, red, pink…

- You stare at it with wide eyes

- “It’s beautiful! Thank you!”

- You happily accept it and carefully hug him making sure not to crush the flowers 

Kaito Momota:

- He texted you that he’s coming over

- And everything would’ve been fine

- But it was 11:46PM

- “I guess he wants to go stargazing or something…” 

- You murmur, mostly to yourself

- Suddenly, you hear the sound of your doorbell being pressed about 50 times

- “Stop! I’m coming, I’m coming!”

- You open the door and find him grinning 

- “Yo!”

- “Can’t you just knock?”

- “Huh? Where’s the fun in that!”

- You sigh as you massage your temples

- “I’m guessing we’re going stargazing… Right?”

- “Of course! Oh but I got you something”

- You raise your eyebrow at him

- He on the other hand winked at you as he moved his coat aside revealing a bouquet of flowers

- There are several different types present, all different shades of purple

- “Awh… Momota - kun…”

- You pretend to wipe a tear as you happily take it from him

Kiibo:

- Ever since he started dating you he spent a lot of time researching things that couples usually do

- And that’s when he stumbled upon several of those YouTube videos

- Even though most of them were a complete waste of his time, almost all of them said the same thing

- “Get them flowers!”

- And so, he decided to do just that

- He went to the nearest flowershop and just kinda… Awkwardly stood there staring at the flowers

- “Can I help you?”

- He turns to find the shop owner smiling behind him

- “A-Ah, I want to get flowers for someone… Special but uh… I don’t really know which ones to choose from”

- “Ah I see! That’s no problem at all, here let me help you pick some out”

~~~

- You were just tapping away at your laptop

- You were meant to be working but… You got kind of distracted and ended up playing games instead

- But then you heard a knock on your door

- You weren’t expecting any visitors so you quickly ran a hand through your hair trying to make it look presentable before opening the door

- “Oh, Kiibo - kun! What a lovely surprise”

- You smiled at him causing his cheeks to turn a light shade of pink

- “Hello S/O - san/kun, I uh, I was in the area so I thought it’d be nice to visit you…”

- “Awww how nice of you!”

- “I also got you something… H-Here”

- Blush still present on his cheeks, he timidly handed you the flowers

- “The shop owner told me what each one of them means so… I wrote it down for you, the paper should be somewhere in the flowers, that way you’ll know how much you really mean to me”

- This time, it’s your turn to blush

Rantaro Amami:

- He would already spoil you by bringing you things like chocolates

- But he decided that today he will get you something different

- It was a normal Saturday morning, you were just peacefully sleeping beside him

- He smiled as he gave you a small kiss on the head before carefully getting out of bed

- After preparing a breakfast that consisted of toast, some fried eggs and a nice cup of coffee he carefully placed some flowers in a vase

- Tray in hand, he quietly crept back to the bedroom

- Sure enough, you were still asleep

- “Wakey wakey S/O - san/kun~”

- You let out a small groan of protest

- “I made breakfast”

- You open one eye at that statement and direct your gaze at him

- “You got me flowers?”

- “Yeah, thought you deserved something as beautiful as you”

- He winks at you as he sits on the bed and places the tray on your lap

- “Oh stop it you charmer”

- You rub the sleep out of your eyes before directing your attention at the tray

- “Awww, they smell lovely!”

- “Haha, I’m glad you like them”

- You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before beginning to eat your breakfast

Kokichi Ouma:

- He’d make a big deal out of it

- As in, he’d take you out on a date to the park

- And everything would be fine at first

- But then

- He jumped up from the bench, cup his hand around his mouth

- And announce that he’s giving flowers to his one true love

- For some reason, everyone in the park would stop whatever they were doing and clap

- It’s totally not because it’s actually the people from his organisation

- “Nishishi~ S/O - chan you’re as red as the flowers haha!”

- “Ouma - kuuuuun”

- You bury your head in his chest as your blush continues to grow

- He wraps his arms around you, his significant grin present on his lips

- “Awww are you embarrassed? Maybe I should get you flowers more often! Or or, maybe I should get you even better gifts~”

- “Eh? No no, there’s no need for that! Besides… Don’t you need a lot of money for that?…”

- “Silly S/O - chan! I’m a Supreme Leader of Evil! I can get anything I want… Which reminds me, I want payment”

- “Huh? Payment?”

- You look up at him with confusion

- He simply grins before tapping his lips

- You roll your eyes at him

- Smooth

Gonta Gokuhara:

- Being the true gentleman he is, he planned to get you flowers on your first date

- He decided that he’d personally go and pick them instead of buying them from a shop

- It’d just be more… Meaningful… Well, at least to him

- After a solid hour of collecting, he finally managed to get a satisfactory bouquet

- Once that was all sorted, he started preparing himself

- 30 minutes later, he was all ready to go

- He was smiling the whole journey to your place

- Once he got there, he knocked three time and patiently waited

- “Gonta - kun! You look so handsome haha!”

- You smile at him and he can’t help a small blush from forming on his cheeks

-”Ah, thank you very much S/O - san/kun! Here, Gonta got something for you!”

- He hands you the flowers

- “Awwww… You’re so sweet, I love them!”

- “Gonta picked them himself! He tried to only get ones you’d like”

- “Well, mission accomplished! Let me just quickly put them in a vase before we go okay?”

- He nods as you disappear into your house once more

- A minute later you return

- “Okie dokie! Let’s go!”

- He offers you his arm before escorting you to the date destination

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

- He thought about giving you flowers before

- But he always seemed to forget, mainly because you asked him for another exciting anthropological tale

- But this time, he remembered

- You were meant to meet up in a nice cafe that recently opened

- You seemed excited for some reason, but he couldn’t quite figure out why

- What’s so exciting about coffee?

- After readjusting his hat and grabbing the flowers, he quickly left the house

- You picked a nice table in the corner and once he got there, he found a cup already waiting for him

- “Ah, sorry I didn’t wait but I already knew what you were going to order so…”

- “Kukuku~ How nice of you, would you like a gift for that?”

- “Huh? A gift? I’m intrigued”

- You placed your elbows onto the table and leaned closer

- Honestly, you were expecting a book full of folktales or something

- So to say you were surprised would be an understatement

- “Shinguuji - kun, you got me roses?”

- “Of course, I was going to get you some sooner but… I kept getting distracted”

- “Huh? By what?”

- “Your beauty of course”

- You can’t help but laugh at that

Ryoma Hoshi:

- He never really considered himself to be the romantic type

- So he never really thought about getting you flowers

- But then he noticed how happy it made people once they got them

- So he decided to give it a try

- He invited you out on a picnic seeing as the weather was nice

- He promised that he’d make the food if you provide the drinks and of course you agreed to that

- Once you arrived, he was already sitting on the blanket, a big basket next to him

- “Oh, sup S/O”

- He was chewing on a piece of licorice as always

- “I hope you brought something other than sweets”

- You joked as you sat down besides him

- “Hah, of course I did. Here let me show you”

- At first he took out things like neatly wrapped sandwiches and some snacks

- But then, he gently took out a small bunch of blue flowers

- “F-For me?”

- “Of course they’re for you”

- You were blushing as you took them off of him

- “I never took you for the romantic type Hoshi - kun”

- “Yeah, neither did I S/O… Neither did I”

Short Fic: A Len and His Daemon
Pairing: Leonard Snart/Mick Rory

ao3

I have neither explanation nor excuse. Very silly.

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Don’t say it,” Len says testily.

Sara, who had opened her mouth, closes it, then just looks confused.

“Really don’t,” Mick says. “He gets touchy about it.”

Sara’s about to crack a joke, Len can tell, but maybe she notices his glare of death or the way his hand keeps hovering by his gun - she seems nice and all, for an undead assassin with a great ass but if she makes one single joke, Len is going to ice her - because she decides not to go that route.

“Guess that makes us avian daemon bros,” she says instead, holding up her fist.

Len snorts. “Nice save.”

“Aerderon’s an albino canary,” she says wryly, nodding to the daemon that perched on her shoulder. “I’m used to weird comments. I had to dye her black when we were going vigilante, did you know that?”

“Matches the theme,” Len agrees, but sighs. “More than mine does.”

Now, don’t get Len wrong. He loves Lachesis to a ridiculous degree, and he wouldn’t swap her for the world. But he’s not going to lie, his life would’ve been a lot easier if she’d settled in any other shape.

Anything else.

Anything.

Anything but a chicken.

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I really can not find any explanations for why some people are so full of hatred, especially towards someone they do not know. I have seen many people receiving hate filled messages about Seunghyun and I am confused as to why this is. I have loved bigbang since I was only 6 years old and I certainly feel that he is a warm hearted, sensitive, kind, thoughtful and funny person who, despite suffering with mental illnesses, has achieved great things. Unless you have experiences with mental illness, you could not possibly imagine how bad things must have been for him this year, especially as Korea’s attitude toward mental health leaves a lot to be desired, suicide is never something to be joked about, ever. You do not have to like him really, but you should have a little more compassion in your heart for people, he is a human being, being famous does not change that fact. He did a bad thing but he doesn’t deserve many of the cruel things that have been said about him. If I get one more cruel message about him, I will turn anon off and then we will see who the coward is.

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My Star Trek Calendar!! 

I thought I’d show you guys the breakdown of who’s in the calendar! I was still really getting used to Discovery while I drew this up, so most of their months are only two or three characters to the page, whereas aos and tos both have some larger group shots. Bones appears a lot because this is still my calendar and i love him so much. Spock is only in it three times, but he is one of only two characters who has an entire month to himself (I made the solo Spock pic December cos I like it a lot and December is my birthday) 

I paid a fair bit of attention to making sure I included a decent ratio of poc to white people and women to men. However, this is still Star Trek so it’s mostly white dudes, but I tried to weight it more towards poc and women than it would naturally be. I also tried to mix up my art style a bit, so you can see a bit of everything and it’s all scattered well so that you don’t get the same art style for the first half, then another for the second. It doesn’t exactly alternate, but it does flow well. 

Stamets and Culber and in February for Valentines day, cos I’m a sap. The artworks are laid out as tos, dsc, aos and repeat, so there’s four of each (plus the front cover and inner cover, which are aos and tos). It’s taken a lot of work!! 

The calendar is $40 AUD, which is about $31 USD. That includes international shipping. If you’d like one just get in contact with me! I need an email address and a postal address for the invoice and to send you the calendar, and that’s all! 

Lance moving on from Blue to pilot Red is blatant foreshadowing for Lance’s love-interest trajectory, and heres why:

So I don’t know if anyone’s touched on this before, but it has always seemed obvious to me and I’ve never seen any metas on it so I thought I’d lay down dome FACTS. 


In my opinion, the Blue Lion is representing Allura and the Red Lion is Keith, respectively. 

In Season 3 Episode 2, Blue starts rejecting Lance. The canonly-female lion won’t open up for Lance, and is not responding to any of Lance’s pleas. 

He then begins to try various tactics, saying him taking an interest the Black Lion (canonly male lion, Keith’s current lion) was just a phase


This may just be a cute joke, but in my opinion it has a lot of internalized-biphobia connotation. Bisexual people are constantly told/may even believe that their sexuality is just an “experiment” or “just a phase”, that doesn’t mean anything. I truly think this has significance for Lance and his sexuality, and this joke was put in for a reason.  Bi Lance foreshadowing, anyone? 

Then, Lance starts flirting with the lion, trying his best pick up lines to get Blue to open up. But none of these work. 


Hm. What does that remind you of? 


Lance constantly flirts with Allura, trying everything he can to get her to notice him and reciprocate feelings. But she doesn’t respond, and it has never worked on her. In this sense, she is the Blue Lion. And in a few minutes after Lance gives up trying, Allura walks in and literally becomes the paladin of Blue. This scene has always seemed very platonic to me, but that’s another meta. The point is, Allura is now the pilot of the Blue Lion, which only further draws the parallels between Allura and Blue. Lance resigns in his position and platonically hands over his job to Allura. 

Personally, this whole scene seems like a foreshadowing for Lance giving up on Allura and moving on. This is something he should have done a long time ago, because Allura never reciprocated his feelings, but Lance is persistent. Even so, I think eventually Lance will resign because Allura just isn’t responding to him, like Blue.


We see the Red Lion call out to Lance. Allura sees it as the canonly male lion calling to Lance. Lance’s immediate reaction is to think that Keith trained his lion to bite his head off. But Allura assures him otherwise, and helps him accept that this is his role now. 

In a way, I think the whole “Maybe its roaring for you” is a jab at Ka//ura, where many fans wrongly think it will be canon because of the 80s version. But that’s just a further stretch. 

Anyway, this may parallel a conversation or an event in the future. Lance inherently thinks that Keith doesn’t like him, based on their rivalry and general relationship up to this point, despite the bonding moment and Lance communicating with Keith in this season. Could this be holding Lance back from realizing his crush on Keith? I think so, yes. He’s only extending their rivalry further, using it as an excuse for why he shouldn’t have feelings for Keith, because they are enemies and Keith hates him and would never like him back. But is this true? No, we all know that Keith is fond of Lance and they do have a connection. 

I could see a scene in the future where Lance goes to Allura with his feelings for Keith, and she reassures him that Keith doesn’t hate him and this is part of who he is now, just like with the Red Lion. It may be a reach but it’s plausible.
What’s even more plausible, however, is how Lance assuming Keith’s previous position in Red is foreshadowing his crush on Keith and their eventual relationship. Lance gave up on Blue and was pulled in an entirely different direction, not what he wanted (Blue) but to what he needed (Red). And what does this already parallel? Lauren’s description of Lance’s future love interest: someone he needed not someone he wants, ending up in a different place than where he started. 

Lance even looks back at Blue, what he’s used to wanting and is comfortable with (Allura, women) before moving on to something that is different and more of a risk, but he needs right now (Keith, men). It’s a reach, I know. But it’s quite cinematic if you think about it. 

I could go on and on about this, but I think you get the jist. 

TL;DR Klance is cannon king. 

so i had this horse named max when i was growing up who didn’t have a mean bone in his body, i believe he genuinely had no desire to hurt anyone in his life, the only problem being that he was at times almost too clumsy to live.

he was a dirt-speckled white tall stocky arab gelding with absurdly long haunches and very dark quizzical eyes. he was very interested in new people and new objects and utterly terrified of anything that he couldn’t automatically define. he had very pronounced withers that would jam right up into your goddamn crotch when you were riding him bareback, and he had the worst, bumpiest, most broken-laundry-machine of a gait that would jar the teeth from your skull right as you were losing your virginity. 

he was the world’s largest dog. he would wander over without fail to come over and say hi and then he would slowly and sedately lick you all over your hands and arms without using his teeth once. the man. loved. to lick things. you offered him something to eat and he would ever so delicately pick it up with his front lip, deposit it dexterously in his mouth, then gently chew. he never bit or kicked a person in his entire life. he didn’t mind being sat on while he wandered around and grazed, and he was so tall and broad that you could sit on him backwards and lay forward with your arms folded on the big black-spotted white of his butt like he was a couch.

he loved having his feet trimmed. he would always be so interested in the man working with his feet, and he would lick them on the arms and they never knew how to deal with it. we got a lot of comments like “This is the lickiest damn horse I ever saw” and also “please god he’s leaning on me make him stop.” 

he’d trip over himself every four seconds, and while he’d amble like a lanky sedan chair on the way out on a trip, on the way back you’d have to keep your elbows yanked back to your sides and your biceps straining as you kept his head glued to his chest and kept him from going faster and faster. he had this amazing lunatic bursts of insane energy when the situation called for it, and while he wasn’t particularly fast, the mere sight of that much poorly aligned and desperately out-of-proportion horsemeat attempting to fling itself through the sound barrier was enough to make you want to sit down for a minute.

he became desperately unhappy once his lifelong partner-in-horse would leave  while someone took her out on a ride alone and he’d stand in the farthest mile corner of the six miles of pasture and scream his head off until she came back. his sweat always smelled more acrid and sour than hers did, and he always foamed in big greenish smears. he loved being brushed until his hair fluffed out gleaming white, and while hoses terrified him into emotional outbursts, he very much loved to swim, and stand in the shallows and churn the water while jerking his head up and down in dogged delight.

on hot summer days he would lay down in the softest most nibbled to the quick part of the pasture and sleep for hours in the sunshine with the breath wheezing in and out his mouth and his legs stretched out. 

he absolutely had to walk in front of his horse partner at all times. 

he didn’t like dandelion flowers. he liked eating hollyhocks and thistle flowers, and he destroyed my mother’s lilac bush by literally walking over it until it was on his undercarriage and scratching back and forth with a look of complete and total bliss on his long stupid face. 

if you walked up to him in the dark he would walk over, inspect you for food, then breathe on you and keep you company while farting gently. if you were taking a nap in the grass he’d walk over and lick you mournfully on your face while farting gently. if you were riding him and he saw a leaf that looked at him wrong he would explode in seven different directions at once and yank your arms out of their sockets, excitedly farting the entire time. 

he was, in every respect, the sweetest, dumbest farmboy who ever lived. 

Man Up

by reddit user Pippinacious

When the bookstore at the mall put up its help wanted posters, I jumped at the chance to put in my application. Between being an avid reader who had practically lived amongst the store’s shelves in high school and a broke community college student taking a semester off to save money, it seemed still customer service.

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BTS replaced you. - pt.3

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3]


Originally posted by hobixing

“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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Don’t Freak

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

Requests are OPEN

PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V

PART I


“You’re really trying to tell me that Low is David Bowie’s best album to date?” Jonathan nodded, opening the brown paper bag that held his lunch.

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Y/N’s eyes widened, then shoved her lunch tray to the side. She leaned on her elbows, her hands in front of her.

“I could name five other Bowie albums, easily, that blow Low out of the water,” Jonathan took a bite of his sandwich, then motioned to Y/N.

“Go on then,”

Station to Station,” Y/N’s right index finger began to point to the fingers on her left hand to count. “Aladdin Sane, The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars -obviously-, Diamond Dogs, and my number one favorite Bowie album of all time,” Jonathan mimed exactly what Y/N was saying with her, “Hunky Dory.” Y/N took a deep breath as she finished, then shoved a french fry in her mouth. “It’s like I don’t even know you sometimes,” She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders jokingly, “But, I mean, Low is still a great album,” That made Jonathan chuckle. A body suddenly appeared on the bench next to Y/N, scaring the life out of her. She had one hand on her mouth and the other over her heart to stop herself from screaming. Y/N turned her head and saw Steve Harrington with a dumb grin on his face.

“Tonight?” He looked at Y/N expectantly.

“What?” Her pupils were still wide from the shock, and the word sounded pretty dumb coming from her.

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I’m Your Idiot

Originally posted by stydiaislove

Requested: By me, Actual Steve Harrington Trash™

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Y/N wasn’t planning on introducing Steve to her parents, but he had a plan of his own.

Warnings: I don’t think that there are any

Word Count: 1,386

A/n: I don’t think that this is that unexpected, but here we are, my first Stranger Things imagine. I hope that you guys like it, because I have a million ideas for this series! If you have any Stranger Things requests, please send them my way. Thank you to @secretschuylersister and @fragmentofmymind for reading this over. Also, here you go, @bullcrappery I hope that it lives up to your expectations!

Steve Harrington was standing on your front porch. He was in possession of one bouquet of flowers, one shit-eating grin, and a hunter green sweater that was tucked into his jeans. He was not supposed to be here. You’d specifically told him that you couldn’t hang out tonight, you were busy with family dinner.

Oh, god. You had told Steve about family dinner.

Steve had been asking about meeting your parents for months now, insisting that it was unfair that you had said hello in passing to his parents, but he had never met yours.

You blinked a few times, hoping that you were imagining him and that you could have a normal evening. But no, he was still there and if you waited much longer, he would ring the doorbell and you would have to explain this mess to your parents.

You threw the front door open, ignoring the smile on Steve’s face and stepping out onto the porch, closing the door behind you. “What are you doing here?” you asked, eyeing the flowers in his hand suspiciously.

“Well, you wouldn’t come over, so I thought that I would come to you.” He said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

“You know that I am busy tonight.” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder, hoping that your parents would be too busy finishing dinner to notice that you had disappeared from the living room.

“Actually-”

“No Steve, not actually. I told you that-” before you could finish yelling at him, the door swung open behind you. You held in a groan as you turned around to face your mother.

“Steve! I’m so glad that you could make it.” She said, ushering the two of you into the house.

“Actually, I ran into your beautiful mother at the supermarket earlier today, and she invited me for dinner,” Steve said, the condescending tone of his voice only apparent to you. “It smells delicious, ma’am,” he said, handing over the flowers.

Your mother fussed over them for a few moments, before announcing that she was going to put them in some water.

“You ‘ran into her at the supermarket’?” There was no way that Steve hadn’t planned this after you had let it slip that you had family dinner that night, and therefore couldn’t hang out.

“I had to pick up the bouquet somewhere.”

“You planned this.” you hissed, punching Steve in the shoulder.

“I had to. It’s unfair that you have met my parents, but I haven’t met yours,” he complained, sitting down in his usual spot on the sofa.

“I saw your parents in passing one time.” You said, pointedly ignoring Steve’s attempts to get you to sit beside him. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

Steve simply chose to smile at you, and grab your wrist, pulling you into his side on the couch. “I’ve been told before,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

You weren’t proud of the smile that slipped through your ironclad resolve, but Steve was laughing and there was no way that you were going to escape from the situation anyways.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” Steve was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“What?” You were almost sure that you had misheard him.

“You didn’t want me to meet your parents. I don’t know, I just thought that maybe-”

“Steve Harrington, you are absolutely insane.” You said, sitting up. You forced Steve to look at you before continuing. “My parents are embarrassing and nosy, and even though I love them, I don’t bring a lot of people home.”

“Are you serious?” Steve’s voice was painfully soft, and you could almost feel your heart shatter.

“I just, I didn’t want to scare you off.” You refused to meet his eyes, choosing to stare out of the window.

You felt Steve’s hand gently wrap around yours, and his lips pressing onto your palm. “Me? Scared? Impossible.”

“Yeah?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Of course. I have my bat in the car.”

“You are such an idiot.” you laughed, snatching your hand away from Steve’s grip.

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his lap. “Nothing is going to scare me off, you know. You are absolutely stuck with me,” he said, brushing the hair that had fallen in your eyes away.

“Kids,” your mom called from the dining room. “Dinner!”

“I think that’s our cue,” Steve said, sliding off of the couch and offering you his hand.

You stood up on your own, shoving him slightly, before making your way into the dining room.

You had somehow managed to make it through a family dinner with no issues at all, and it was all because of Steve. He made your parents laugh harder than you thought possible, while calming you down at the same time. He had even offered to help your mother clean up. You could hear the two of them cackling from the living room.

“He’s sweet”. Your father said, pulling your thoughts away from the laughter echoing through the house.

“What?” you asked, sure that you had misheard him.

“The boy, he’s sweet,” he said, not looking up from the newspaper in his hands. “The hair is a bit much for me, but he clearly makes you happy. And that makes me happy.”

You smiled to yourself, glad that Steve had made a good first impression. Before you could think of a way to respond, Steve and your mother turned the corner. They were both beaming, and Steve had a container of leftovers in his hand (a true seal of approval from your mother).

“You drive home safely, now.” Your mother said, taking a seat beside you.

You hopped up off of the couch and looped your arm through Steve’s. “I’ll walk you out,” you announced, dragging him out the front door.

“Thank you,” you said quietly as the two of you made your way down the drive.

“For what?” he asked, leaning up against the hood of his car. He placed the tupperware down beside him and pulled you closer, wrapping both of his hands around yours.

“Being yourself, I guess. They usually hate my friends.”

“Well, that’s why they like me.” Steve cut you off, before you could explain further.

“What are you talking about?” you said through your laughter.

“I’m your boyfriend. Of course they love me.” Steve said with a grin before placing a kiss on your cheek and standing up.

“That’s all I get?” Usually, Steve spent a while saying goodbye, placing little kisses all over your face before one more on your lips.

“We have an audience, babe,” he said, shifting his eyes between you and your front window a few times.

You turned around to see your parents both hovering by the window. They at least had the decency to scatter once they realized that they had been found out.

“I can always make it up to you later. My parents won’t be back for a week,” he said with a cheeky smile, sliding into the front seat of his car.

“Maybe,” you said, closing the door behind him. “We’ll see.” You leaned down to kiss him goodbye properly as he started the car.

“Speaking of my parents, I told them that you would be coming to dinner next week.”

“I’m busy that day,” you said automatically.

“I never said what day.” he laughed, knowing that he was winning.

“I’m busy every day, Steven.” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face made your facade less convincing.

“Next Thursday, at seven?” he asked, his hand reaching through the rolled down window to find yours.

You nodded, trying your hardest to hold the smile back and failing miserably. He held your hand as the car rolled out of the driveway, maintaining contact for as long as possible.

“I love you!” he yelled, as he drove away.

He was long gone before you managed your reply, too caught up in listing all of the ways that you loved him in your head. “I love you too,” you said quietly, before making your way inside, unable to suppress the enormous smile on your face.

Steve Harrington may have been an idiot, but he was yours.

CASTIEL AND HIS SACRED OATH - 12x10, 12x12, 12x23

This scene here. This split second glance is so so important. I don’t know why people aren’t talking about it (I couldn’t even find any gifs of it and had to take pictures coz I’m computerly incompitent). But I wanted to give my own analytical response to this millisecond glance, because I think it demonstrates properly why Cas has never done anything about his feelings for Dean. 

First, some context from my behalf: I always assumed Cas had never admitted his love for Dean for one of two reasons, 1) he was an angel, therefore not quite understanding his feelings himself - perhaps confusing them with familial love, Dean style. Or 2) he was afraid his love may not be reciprocated. But after watching 12x10, 12x12 and 12x23, I can thoroughly rule out reason 1. 

Now, I’ll be talking a lot about 12x10 as that ENTIRE EPISODE and THIS LOOK are so closely correlated. 

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ARE YOU STILL SCREAMING ABOUT THOR: RAGNAROK? BECAUSE I’M STILL SCREAMING ABOUT IT. I need so much slice-of-life on the ship fic, I need so much kissing-and-more resolution to the hug scene, I need so much speculation on what happens when they get to where they’re going, I need so much about the various friendships forming, I need so much fic about a whole bunch of people crammed into a relatively small ship for months and the hilarious and awful things that happen because of it. AND FANDOM IS DEFINITELY ON A ROLL WITH IT, THERE’S MORE GREAT STUFF.  (Part one is here!)

THOR: RAGNAROK FIC RECS:
The Breath Between Regrets by Vera (Vera_DragonMuse), thor/loki & valkyrie & heimdall & hulk & korg, ragnarok spoilers, 9.5k
   The journey to Midgard should take a year and a day. Long enough for many things.
What the Thunder Said by kyrilu, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k
   Days after the battle, Thor’s skin is still sparking lightning.
the silver forked sky by powerfulsound, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, nsfw, 1.2k
   There is a storm, sparking under Thor’s skin. Attracted to it, a magpie to shiny things, Loki is helpless in Thor’s wake.
Reunion by riventhorn, thor/loki, nsfw, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k
   After so long apart, Loki can’t help being drawn to Thor.
Privilege to love by will_thewisp, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 2.6k
   He didn’t know why Loki felt the need to fight him on every ground, to hide things that had no business being hidden, but he was determined to meet him on every occasion. To Thor it seemed that Loki fought with himself as much as with Thor.
followed you down by homovikings, thor/loki & heimdall & valkyrie & tony & sif & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 5.3k
   It’s Asgard but it isn’t.
drowning on your shore by psikeval, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k
   Loki, entirely solid, does not flicker and does not flinch.
In my Arms by wetdandelions, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 1.2k
   “I’m here,” says Loki. Set after the end of Thor: Ragnarok. PWP. SPOILERS.
In the Flesh by hjbender, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, intersex!loki, 6.3k
   Loki stares back, gives the stopper a gentle toss. It sparkles briefly in the air before he catches it again. “There isn’t anything else you’d like to give me? Nothing you’d like to say? Because”—he spreads his arms and smiles invitingly, both hands suddenly empty—“here I am.”
Nowhere Is Home Unless We’re Both In the Same Place by Velocity_Owl87, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k
   After the dust has settled, Thor realizes the implications of Kingship and Asgard’s future mean for him as the new King of Asgard. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to grapple with the situation alone, at least.
Heroes Run Towards Their Problems by Naiveandoptimistic, thor & loki & valkyrie & hulk & korg & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 1.6k
   Post-Ragnarok. Valkyrie is a drunken hot mess. Loki conceals, Hulk worries, and Thor gives some wisdom.
Not an Illusion by janto321 (FaceofMer), thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k
   Loki and Thor find comfort in one another
black sheep and mischief by grim_lupine, thor & loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.2k
   A bird alights on Thor’s shoulder and pecks his cheek twice, hard enough to make him wince. “What are you doing?” it warbles in his ear. “Wondering what my brother is doing up at this hour, little bird,” Thor replies. “Will you go ask him for me?”
Never Doubt That I Love You by ValkyrieShepard, thor/loki & heimdall & valkyrie & hulk & cast, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 10.6k
   After Thor’s proposal, Loki pulls away. As Thor is busy trying to rule his people, Loki finds him again, and the two of them scout a possible planet for their people where Thor tries to get through his brother’s walls. There is much Loki has to work through.
after you, i dont know what i believe in by CallicoKitten, thor/loki & valkyrie & bruce & heimdall & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 9.6k
   aka, the long road to midgard
Crossroads by kyrilu, loki & heimdall, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k
   As Loki leaves Sakaar with a shipload of former prisoners, Heimdall decides to ‘visit.’
victory runes by spookykingdomstarlight, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.3k
   A snake couldn’t change its colors, try as he might, trust his own intentions as he wanted to. At this moment, legs braced on either side of Thor’s lap, he couldn’t imagine doing anything to undermine Thor’s rule, his wants, his needs. But tomorrow was another day and Loki’s whims were mercurial.

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Thor Ragnarok/Loki imagines - I see you

Originally posted by thortunes

AN: I’m really going back to my roots here. Marvel was always what I wrote most and what I started this page with. Thor Ragnarok makes me feel really old as I look back on the many years I’ve been writing fan fiction. Loki is and will always be my main first love. Thor Ragnarok may not have been as serious as previous Thor Movies but I still adored it and Loki stole my heart like he does every time he’s on the screen. I came up with this mid movie and I couldn’t pull my phone out to write the idea down so thank god I remembered it. Also, some of the dialogue between Thor and Loki is not word for word, it’s just what I remember.

I might turn this into a series where I start from the first Thor then lead the story up to Ragnarok. Tell me your thoughts on this. 

Summary: You have always been Loki’s rock and when Hela comes for Asgard, Loki wants to go back for you but won’t admit that. You are see-er and that meant you could see where Loki is at all times, but when you can’t, you start to panic. 

Pairing(s): Loki x reader

Word count: 1,106

Warnings: Spoilers. 

When Heimdall was exiled from the city, you chose to go with him. You had seeing powers much like he did however yours differed in a way that Heimdall found interesting. 

He was your mentor and when Odin banished him, you had to go with him as he was like a father to you. 

However, this meant leaving Loki behind. 

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