i really wish i had a boyfriend

ok but since it’s canonically confirmed that Minami is attracted to Yuuri their interactions get even funnier and cuter???

JUST LOOK AT THIS LIL BEAN GETTING TO SKATE W HIS FAV/POTENTIAL CRUSH

I mean I’m not surprised that Minami might feel something for Yuuri considering that he made this face after seeing Yuuri walk into the rink (but tbh who wouldn’t be flustered at the sight of this perfectly packaged sex demon)

BUT MINAMI’S REACTIONS TO VIKTOR AND YUURI BEING GAY JUST GETS EVEN CUTER TO ME ???

he’s like hang on,,,,,,what’s going on,,,,,,something suspicious is happening over there

aND THEN JUST WOW OKAY THIS IS MY FAV WHOM I REALLY ADORE AND HE’S DEFINITELY GETTING SOME HOMOSEXUALITY ON RIGHT BEFORE MY VERY EYES

TFW YOUR IDOL YOU MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON REVEALS THAT HE’S GAY LITERALLY 3 METERS AWAY FROM YOU and his boyfriend is LIVING LEGEND FIVE TIMES CONSECUTIVE WORLD CHAMPION VIKTOR NIKIFOROV

MINAMI IS JUST SO CUTE AND MIRRORS THE AFFECTION YUURI HELD FOR VIKTOR ALL THIS TIME SO WELL TOO he’s so precious I wish we had seen more of him he’s pure sunshine

(also shout out to potentially jealous Viktor who wants the katsudon all to himself)

Jealousy Games 02

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride.

Pairing: JungkookxReaderxJimin

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 6.2k

Index: 01, 02

Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, masturbation, dirty talk, voyeurism. 

A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is. After this chapter, we can officially head into everything @ellieljade and I have planned. You’re not ready, tbh. As always, thank you to Nicole for being my beta and soundboard. 

Enjoy~!

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you know what? and this is why even understood isak. he understood why isak was so hesitant to make the thing between them public, he understood homophobia and he saw how internalized it was for isak, because he went through something very, very similar. this is why when isak’s friend asks him where he forgot his snapback, even tells them in the cafeteria. this is why even never pressures him to come out, never gets upset with him for being timid. he doesn’t get upset when isak lies to eskild, and part of that is because what he has with isak is just so fucking great, and isak is worth waiting for.

this is why even is so patient. when isak goes in for a kiss in front of the cafe, and he backs off, even just laughs and smiles, because it’s okay. it’s okay that he isn’t ready for that, it’s okay that he’s still coming to terms with his sexuality and what it all means in the grand scheme of things (isak is one for the parallel universes, after all) and it’s okay because it’s them and they’re together and that’s all that really matters.

and when isak is ready, even is there to support him, to guide him through it, to squeeze his hand metaphorically and physically, because he knows that’s what isak needs (he’d wished someone like that had been there for him in the past, but it’s okay because seeing the expression on isak’s face reminds him that he was strong and now he can be strong for other people, too) and that’s what makes him such a great boyfriend, and why isak and even fit so perfectly together.

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

originally from frommemetoyou

  • [text] Are you lost?
  • [text] NO! That was a typo
  • [text] Did you buy it?
  • [text] I think I’m a mermaid
  • [text] I know it’s 3am, but come over and cook for me. 
  • [text] Too lazy to booty call, so have this text instead
  • [text] Need to bury a body, it’s urgent.
  • [text] Are you sure there’s no monsters?
  • [text] It was an accident.
  • [text] lol fuk da police
  • [text] send me a picture and i’ll be home quicker ;)
  • [text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU
  • [text] Well maybe I broke my tongue!
  • [text] Please tell me you’re free today! I’ve got some big news today.
  • [text] Got a spare ticket, do you want to come?
  • [text] Do you have a spare mankini I can borrow?
  • [text] Is fancy dress allowed at the wedding?
  • [text] I was using my old baby blanket as a makeshift skirt because no pants
  • [text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out. 
  • [text] Like alphabetically, I’d say a t?
  • [text] I’m sorry if throwing up in the back of your dad’s car ruined our friendship :(
  • [text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.
  • [text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
  • [text] Do you know where I am?
  • [text] My wedding is in 5 hours and I have no idea where I am. Help!
  • [text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.
  • [text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?
  • [text] That is definitely not healthy, in fact I’m not sure it’s legal to send that sort of picture?
  • [text] There isn’t enough cookie dough ice cream at home, so I’ll be heartbroken tomorrow instead.
  • [text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension
  • [text] ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! HE IS A TRIPLET, WE DONT NEED TO FIGHT OVER HIM WE CAN HAVE AN ORGY INSTEAD
  • [text] No no don’t leave me, who’s going to walk me home
  • [text] She wheeled me home in a trolley and sad she loved me, I think I win.
  • [text] My dick just got serenaded.
  • [text] I ate the whole wheel of cheese. Help.
  • [text] I’ve been hiding under the bed for the past 20 minutes, and now they’re getting into it and it’s a little too late for me to jump out and surprise them. So expect a live sex updates
  • [text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle
  • [text] I need you to help me clean the house because I have visitors in less than an hour???
  • [text] Your brother is at the front door- WHAT DO I SAY?!
  • [text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you
  • [text] I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why
  • [text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half
  • [text] I think I’m officially a homewrecker because his wife just walked in screaming and he said it’s not what it looks like. I mean what else could it look like? I wasn’t trimming his hairs with my mouth?!
  • [text] My night ended with me crying in a gutter, I hate you.
  • [text] He’s decorated the toilet with his urine. I never want to see him ever again, tell him he has 2 minutes to get out of our house.
  • [text] Don’t talk to me! You tried to trade me for a glass of wine and a cigarette!
  • [text] I promise I’ll get everyone to jelly wrestle with us xox
  • [text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me.
  • [text] I think I got married last night?
  • [text] I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think i’ve made any mistakes.
  • [text] My mouth tastes like poor choices
  • [text] I didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?
  • [text] If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying
  • [text] There is an alarming amount of glitter in my… everywhere
  • [text] You’re my hero
  • [text] You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, thank you
  • [text] Have you ever had a good idea in your life?
  • [text] Are we going to end up in the hospital again?
  • [text] It’s not a good night if I don’t end up crying into your mother’s lap.
  • [text] Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments.
  • [text] I’m may be allergic to nuts, but not his.
  • [text] She high fived me out of pity
  • [text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask
  • [text] You just walked in, rated their performance, dragged in three other people to clap for them, then walked back out.
  • [text] You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair…
  • [text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked
  • [text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room
  • [text] I accidentally talked myself into a threesome, when did I become so smooth?
  • [text] It may or may not have been your sister…
  • [text] It may or may not have been your brother…
  • [text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all
  • [text] Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My co-worker is talking to me about her birds having sex again…
  • [text] IM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL YOU MAKE A PROCLAMATION YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN TACOS
  • [text] Buy me a helicopter, I will give you the last slice of pizza. pls. this is important. okay maybe the crust?
  • [text] Let’s never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs.
  • [text] I tried to put lipstick on my eyeballs, help.
  • [text] I told her my cum counts as protein shake and she sent a text to my gran saying I ate her cat.
  • [text] If you don’t fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we’re alone in your room, I’m returning you to the boyfriend store
  • [text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox
  • [text] There can only be one screw up per family and I was here first. Get your shit together bro
  • [text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”
  • [text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.
  • [text]  I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.
The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
The Bookstore
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Love always,
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

Graduation

a/n: since i graduated high school this past weekend, and saw my friend’s boyfriend surprise her. 


“No, it’s ok, you’re busy.” You said, picking at your nail polish with your thumb. Your other hand held your phone to your ear.

“I’m really sorry, baby. I can talk to Andrew and see if he’ll let me fly over!” Shawn said, voice cracking over the phone.

“No, don’t worry, I’m sure my family will send you lots of photos you have! Into that groupchat you have without me.” You joked, having found out about the groupchat the previous week.

You heard Shawn’s name being called in the background, and he sighed. “I’ve gotta go, I’ll call you later. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” You hung up and set your phone on the bed next to you. Your high school graduation was coming up, and you really wanted your boyfriend to be there. You understood that he was super busy touring and everything, and couldn’t get time off long enough to come, but it still made you sad. Your friends had been talking about how their boyfriends and girlfriends were going to be there, and you wished you could say the same.


“So, does she thing two more shows got added still?” Geoff asked, throwing a balled up piece of paper into the trash bin.

“Yeah, and I talked to her mom, she got an extra ticket and she’s gonna give it to my mom so I can grab it and get in without her knowing.” Shawn smiled, he had asked your mother if there was any way she could get an extra ticket to your graduation, and since it was after his last show in London, he was flying home to surprise you. “I can’t wait to see the look on her face!”

“She’s gonna die. Literally going to drop dead from surprise.” Geoff said.

Shawn rolled his eyes, and went back to playing a game on his phone.


The morning of your graduation, you woke up rather early, since you were nervous and excited to graduate. You hopped in the shower and shaved, wanting smooth legs for the event. You grabbed the blow dryer and dried your hair, while your older brother grumbled about being woken up as he trudged by the bathroom.

You rolled your eyes and finished drying your hair. The sky looked like it was about to let a downpour fall, so you skipped on straightening your hair- it’ll be under a cap all morning, anyway. You pinned it back as you did your makeup, smiling as you thought of the day’s activites. Your phone lit up with a snapchat from your boyfriend. Opening it, you saw a selfie of him, with Geoff in the background falling, saying he wished you the best at graduation, and that he wished he could be there.

After you did your makeup and got dressed, your brother grabbed his keys and you two walked to his car. “Why did you agree to drop me off? You hate getting up early?” You had to be at graduation an hour before graduation actually started, so it came as a shock that he offered to drop you off.

“Some friends from university want to hang out, and they live near here. I’m gonna hang with them until Mom texts me saying I have to leave.” He explained, and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, fidgeting.

“Something’s up.”

“Yeah, that bird on that tree.” He nodded his head to the bird that was sitting on a branch near the entrance for graduates. “Have a fun one, see you after you graduate!” He said speeding off.


Shawn was pacing in front of the exit to the airport, and Geoff was scrolling through something on his phone. “Dude, chill, you’re not gonna be late.”

“But I need to change and get the flowers and my ticket!” Shawn said, running a hand through his hair. Just as he was about to call a cab, his ride pulled up to the curb. “You’re late!”

“She took a while to get ready.” Your brother shrugged, popping the trunk so Shawn could throw his bag in.

The ride to Shawn’s house was uneventful, and the singer raced inside and changed into a nice pair of black jeans, and a button down. He grabbed the extra ticket that was left for him, and hopped back in your brother’s car. “Ok, we need to stop and get a bouquet.”

“Yeah, I know. I read those texts in the groupchat.”

As your brother and Shawn got to the theater where graduation was taking place, the final few attendees were trickeling in. “Just in time.”

The two men flashed their tickets to the people at the door, and filed in, taking two seats next to your parents. As they sat down, the principal of the school came out, asking everyone to rise as the procession of graduates started. “Of fucking course, right as we sit down.” Your brother whispered, standing up. He cheered when he saw you walking out, and Shawn hollered.


When the diplomas were being handed out, each family was allowed to cheer for their graduates, and when your name was called you could’ve sworn you heard Shawn’s voice echoing. “Was that Shawn?” Your friend asked, looking at you.

“No, he’s still in Europe.” You shook your head. “The echo probably just makes it sound like him.” You shrugged, walking back to your seat.

As the final speech ended, your entire class threw their caps, and everyone rose, cheering while you and the rest of the class made your way out.


The midday sun blinded you as you stepped outside with your friends, and soon families started coming out the other doors to meet up with the graduates. You found your brother and hugged him. “You’re so old!” He said, handing you a small bouquet of flowers. “Hey, somone wants to say hi.”

You looked at your brother, and then turned to see where he was pointing, and nearly dropped everything as you saw Shawn standing in front of you, smiling. “Oh my God!” You felt the tears, but you ignored them as you raced into his arms. You hadn’t seen him in a couple months, since he had been on tour and you had been busy with finishing school. “What are you doing here?” You asked, taking the flowers from him.

“I didn’t have extra shows added, and I wanted to surprise you! So, your mom helped and got an extra ticket for me. Are you surprised?”

“Yes, you dummy!” You laughed, kissing Shawn. You took his hand, as your brother began sending you photos he had taken. You walked around, hugging your friends and taking many photos, and some of your classmates wanted photo with Shawn, to which he happily agreed to.

In the car, on the way to dinner with your family, you took Shawn’s hand and kissed it. “I’m so proud of you.” Shawn said, smiling at you.

“I love you.” You whispered, smiling at him.


a/n: i’m getting back into the habit of writing more, but the computer i’m using is slow as balls, and i’m getting one for graduation, so when i get that (soon!!!) i’ll definitely be uploading stuff more often!! 

No Good Part 2 (Negan x Female)

[READ PART 1 HERE]

Summary: She tries to kick the habit, but Negan’s not a drug she can walk away from so easily. 

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,441

Warnings: Smut, Angst, use of a belt, alcohol, underage drinking, slight dub-con, breath play, swearing, NSFW 

Author’s Note: I honestly didn’t think you guys would love Part 1 so much, but you did, so here’s a Part 2. I had some lovely people recommend some ideas, but I ended up coming up with this crazy sequel. I will probably write a Part 3 and then end this series. I don’t really like this much angst, but I hope I still did a good job with this newest addition. Let me know! I love hearing what you guys think.

Please let me know what you thought! This fic has no beta reader, so I am very sorry for any errors you encounter. You can always message me and tell me where I fucked up. Don’t be shy. I won’t hate you.

Originally posted by negansslowlyburn

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Close friendships aren’t uncommon. The gentle words and cute moments are seen across the whole spectrum, yet claiming it’s “purely platonic” doesn’t seem to be enough these days. From the school halls, to the public streets; the amount of times he’d heard the kind remarks about his “relationship” with you had him questioning the possibility that maybe there was a chance his dreams could become a reality.


Mark

It would take him a minute to process the rumors, but once he realizes that people kept confusing you guys as a couple, he’d get very embarrassed. “You two compliment each other nicely.” Though the elder woman’s words were sweet, and she didn’t know any better, Mark couldn’t stop the blush that rose to his cheeks. He was never the one who wanted to deny, and having to tended to crush his mood a bit. But seeing you just laugh it off without a word after experiencing it so often, it would make his heart beat a little faster in anticipation. This boy couldn’t deny that he liked the idea that people saw you as a couple.

Originally posted by littlechloverstar

Renjun

This boy would catch onto the rumors quickly, but he’d act as if he didn’t know about them. He loved how people mistook you guys as a couple, despite failing to notice that you denied it every time, he thought it was cute. “Ah, young love. It’s so sweet and pure.”  A married couple had passed you guys on the street, feeling nostalgic of the times when they were young and newly dating. Though his face would heat up, the comments always made him laugh, turning to you with a goofy smile that would often times earn an eye roll. He was waiting for the day when you’d finally cease denying the rumors, and that day seemed to be the beginning.

Originally posted by haechanz

Jeno

Jeno would never really catch up to the rumors, it’d be something he would be something he couldn’t care less about. Every time you two were mistaken as a couple, it would make him smile and laugh, though he never once denied it. “How long have you guys been dating?” Apparently the food stall vendor wasn’t having a busy day, willing to start up a conversation based on the approach of you two together. Jeno would probably break into a quiet fit of laughter as you tried to deny the assumptions, flustered and stumbling over your words. Though he didn’t mind the idea, and your reactions always seemed to amuse him, the fact that you never failed to deny people’s words made him a little disheartened. 

Originally posted by jenorenjun

Haechan

Haechan loved the rumors, he especially liked playing them off as if they were real. “What a sweet couple! It’s 25% percent off the whole meal today, you came at the right time.” This evil little boy would drag you to a place where you couldn’t deny the mistakes of people about your relationship. He’d smirk in your direction as he saw your brow twitch in irritation, accepting the roll as his significant other for the time being. It was times like this he found his heart racing in excitement, it was the only time he could play off the “boyfriend” act without having to give away the fact that he wished you guys really were a couple… much like all the compliments you guys got for it.

Originally posted by exoticnctlife

Jaemin

Jaemin would notice the rumors right away, but, like Renjun, he’d pretend he didn’t know about them. It was something he was rather fond of, and a mistake he promoted people make. “I wish I had a pretty girlfriend like you.” You two had volunteered as a pair to help around at a daycare close to the school, the kids loved you both, and one in particular seemed to be a bit jealous. Jaemin would be ecstatic, claiming that the boy would find himself a girlfriend just as pretty as his. It would end with a smack to the back of his head though, as you would not let his false antics get into the heads of others. But your scoldings never seemed to cease his promotional actions. 

Originally posted by neoculturedaily

Chenle

Chenle wouldn’t notice the rumors right away, but when he started to come to the realization of the consistent remarks about your relationship, he would only find amusement in it all. Despite the red tipped ears that seemed to never cool down, his laugh would be echoing in your mind for months on end. “It’s about time for you kids to get cozy in bed, but… not too cozy, alright?” When his mom closed the door the giddy boy couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter, tackling your form to the floor as he jokingly cuddled you in his arms like a teddy bear. You had cleared the fact you guys weren’t a couple at the start of the evening, but his mom still couldn’t deny the idea, and neither could he.

Originally posted by icetaeil

Jisung

The rumors never made sense in his mind, he didn’t think you guys acted like a couple, knowing he’d act a bit different if you were. He’d get embarrassed every time someone mistook you for a couple, slightly cringing as he hoped you wouldn’t take things the wrong way. “Ah, Taeyong how could you accept these babies dating?” Jisung groaned from his bed as he heard one of his members tease him about having you over at the dorms for the night, digging his face into a nearby pillow to cover the small blush on his cheeks. You didn’t have time to deny anything before the boy had left, but your soft chuckling let Jisung know that you didn’t mind the situation.

Originally posted by stressedfangirl

Speak my love for you

Ok so @whalechief, I’m your secret valentine. I did shklance for you, so I hope you enjoy. Oh quick thing, ‘hai dozo’, basically mean ‘here you go’ in Japanese. The italicized word in normal quotation marks are being spoken in Japanese but while I have studied it, I’m not really fluent in Japanese except for the basics. So again, happy Valentine’s Day and I hope you enjoy.

Lance blinked sleepily at the semi crowded room. He was tired, college classes were getting to him.

“You doing ok?” he looked over to where Hunk was cleaning the expresso machine.

Lance nodded, “I’m just tired from all the work I have to do. I still need to get my astronomy and Japanese class grades up.”

“Are you still eavesdropping on the really good looking couple?”

“The one with the both equally strong looking guys who look good enough to eat? The same ones I’m really hoping I heard were poly, yes Hunk, yes I am.” The couple on his mind were good looking and from the very interaction, quiet nice. They were going out, if the kiss the shorter one gave his boyfriend the first time they came into the shop was anything to go by, but when they sat together, they’d speak Japanese to each other. Lance, learning Japanese, would eavesdrop on their conversations just to test his listening skills. He had been sure they had been talking about another guy they had tried dating. Either that or his wishes were messing up with his hearing, which would be bad. But honestly, he really wanted a chance with them, if he could ever ask them out.

“They’re gonna catch you one day.” Hunk warned.

“I’ll deal with that then.” Lance let out a yawn behind his hand, rubbing his eyes. He was really tired, and his brain did feel kinda frazzled.

He didn’t notice that the two guys he had been hoping to see walk into the shop but he did notice the very angry customer stomp over, slamming his half-filled cup on the counter, making him jolt.

“You!”

“Um, yes?”

“I had asked for a soy decafe latte.”

“Um, ok?” Lance was pretty sure that’s what the guy had in front of him, not to mention that it was half drunk. “Uh, sir. This is a soy decafe and it’s half drunken.”

“Are you calling me a liar? I have superior taste buds and this is not what I ordered.”

Where the hell was Hunk? When did he disappear? And did the guy have to yell? Lance was sure that he had called out the correct order when the guy came to pick it up. He never corrected him. He couldn’t deal with this guy coming up and yelling at him with no support.

“Hey asshole! Instead of lying, why not just leave cause you’re causing an unnecessary scene.”

That when he noticed them, the two guys he had been crushing on. The smaller one had his long hair tied into a ponytail, his purple eyes glaring at rude man in front of him. His boyfriend looked just as annoyed, but not as angrily powerful. He was sure that was not an easy feet to achieve.

“Excuse me?”

“They tell you you’re drink when your name is called. That cup is half empty and there are stains on the cup from drinking. You can’t honestly think you can get a free drink out of this. That order is correct and now you’re bothering the workers for no reason. So get lost or I’ll be more than willing to do it for you.”

The man looked like he was ready to argue more but taller boyfriend stepped forward. The guy was tall and really muscular. Lance was sure that the scar on his nose made him seem more terrifying, though Lance just thought it added to his hotness. Sure enough, the man took his cup and stormed out. Lance finally felt like he could breathe.

“Hey, are you ok?” he looked up to see the taller man. His mind finally put a name to the face, Shiro. He had gotten his name from him whenever writing down names, he was surprised he forgot. Maybe his mind was a bit more frazzled than he thought.

“Uh, yeah. Um, thank you.”

“You looked overwhelmed. I’m glad we were able to help a bit.” Shiro said. His boyfriend, Keith –what was with his head supplying the names so late? – didn’t look as mad before, but still looked slightly annoyed.

“I really hate it when assholes think they can just get away with stuff like that.” Keith said.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shiro asked

Lance nodded, “I’m fine. Thanks.”

Hunk came out from the kitchen, “I heard yelling. What happened?”

“Just a rude customer. I got it, don’t worry.” Lance said, calming Hunk down before he turned back to the other two. “What can I get for you? On the house for helping me.”

“Oh, that’s really not necessary.” Shiro said

“Please, it’s the least I can do. Plus I barely use the free employee discount I’m given anyway.”

“Are you sure?” at Lance nod, Shiro continued, “Ok, but I’m still getting my regular. Passion fruit frappe, for Shiro.”

“Peppermint latte for Keith.”

“Ok, passion fruit frappe for Shiro and peppermint latte for Keith. Alright, I’ll bring it over when it’s done.” The two went to their regular table, while Hunk pulled Lance away a bit.

“I was gone for two minutes to help Coran, what happened? Was it that weird guy with the shifty eyes?”

“Basically this customer was being really rude and yelling and my mind was already frazzled so I kinda almost broke down if they hadn’t come and saved me.” Lance explained

“And of course you offered free coffee. Please tell me you’ll try and ask them out. Trust me, normal people would jump for free stuff. They didn’t until you insisted.”

Lance looked over his shoulder to where the table was. He saw Keith glance at him before continuing to talk to Shiro. “We’ll see. Can you help me with the drinks?” the machinery was a bit closer to their table, so Lance was able to hear the tones of Japanese come to his ears. Lance knew it seemed rude after they helped but him, but he slipped back into the habit of eavesdropping.

“You can get really protective can’t you?”

“He looked like he was about to cry. I didn’t want to see that on him. He always has a smile. One that makes his eyes shine.”

Wait, where they talking about him?

“They do shine don’t they? It looks like the ocean. He’s pretty cute, which is why we should you know…”

Tell him he wasn’t hearing things? Were they talking about him? And saying he was cute?

“Hunk,” he whispered, “I think they’re talking about me. They mentioned Keith saving me and my ‘shiny blue eyes’. I think they called me cute.”

“Why do you look so surprised?” Hunk asked as he started pouring Shiro’s finished drink into the cup. “You always call yourself cute and so do I.”

“There’s a difference between the two hottest guys I’ve been crushing on since I met them and my best bro, who I love deeply.”

“Glad I feel special.” Hunk joked, spraying whip cream on.

“Are we going to ask him out?” Shiro asked

Keith let out a sigh and it took everything not to turn around to see his face. “I do, I really do, but I’d rather wait until before we’re about to leave in case he’s not into us.”

“I’m sure that our favourite barista is.”

“Ok. Now I’m pretty sure it’s me they’re talking about.” So they were interested in him. Lance couldn’t help the giddy smile on his face.

“Wait, really? You didn’t mix words up?”

“I really hope not. Actually, I have an idea. Are you done with Shiro’s?”

“Yeah. But what are you planning?” Hunk asked, handing the cup over.

“Trust me, if I tell you, I might talk myself out of it, or you’ll try and I might let you.” Lance carried the two drinks over to the table. The two stopped talking when Lance approached.

Hai, dozo.” Lance said in Japanese, as he set the cups down. The two started responding in Japanese but stopped before looking right at him. “Just so you know, I’ve been studying Japanese for the past two years. I do feel bad for eavesdropping but I’m not upset about what I heard.”

The two stared at him before Keith hid his face in his hands, “of course you understood us. Why not add to my embarrassment?”

“If it makes you feel better, I had my fingers crossed that you were actually talking about me or this conversation would be really weird. But just so you don’t have to wait, I am interest in going out with you two. If that’s what you were getting at?”

“Yes, actually. We’ve wanted to ask you for a while, but we’ve actually gotten a bit shy. After seeing you today, we decided we were going to ask today, but it seems that you beat us to it.” Shiro explained, his face actually looking a bit red. Keith was still hiding his face. The guy might be willing to yell at strangers, but it was cute to see him so flustered. “So, where did you learn, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Oh, I’m minoring in Japanese at Voltron University.”

“Wait, you go to Voltron? How come we’ve never seen you?” Keith asked, immerging from his palms.

“Well I major in childhood education, so that might be why.”

“Let’s not forget we live off campus Keith. You barely want to be on campus as much as it is. In fact, did you want to come to our house for dinner of Friday? I think it’ll be a good excuse to avoid everyone and still be together, since it’s Valentine’s Day. I’m even willing to pull out Japanese recipes.”

“You can cook whatever you want. I’ll just bring a ton of chocolate.”

Keith swiped the sharpie attached to Lance apron and wrote a number down on a napkin before handing both items to Lance. “That’s my number. Text tonight so we can fill out the details?”

The same giddy smile made it back to Lance’s face as he took the items from Keith. “Sure. I’ll leave you to it.” He gave them both a smile before heading back behind the counter. Hunk was giving him a knowing look.

“Well that went really well.”

“I did not want to embarrass myself like that.” He heard Keith moan.

“He said yes, so let’s be thankful for that.”

Lance looked back at Hunk, “really well. Hey, do you think you can help me make a shit ton of chocolate before Valentine’s? I’ve got a lot of unhad dates to make up for.”

One Hell of A Birthday

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Prompt (Anon request): may i request a oneshot where bucky and the rest can’t spend your birthday w/ you bc of an event he has to attend and you feel kinda sad and end up hanging out w/ an ex and accidentally showing that in a facetime w/ the fam making them tease overprotective boyfriend bucky c: 

Words: 1183.

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, but my life is hectic right now. Thank you so much for requesting, dear! Requests are open.

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“I’m sorry, doll,” he finished, his voice wavering a little.

“Bucky, it’s okay, I get it,” you said.

You really understood the situation, even if you didn’t like it.

Your birthday was in two days and Bucky, your boyfriend, wouldn’t be able to spend it with you. He, along with the team, got a track of an enemy base and had to take it down. Finding the location would take longer than anyone anticipated.

You really understood the situation, but you weren’t happy about it. In fact, pretty sad.

“I really wish I could do something about this.”

“I know.  Me too.”

You finished the call making him promise to be careful and kick some ass.

***

You’ve had a pretty bad day. And it was your birthday.

As a matter of fact, ‘pretty bad’ seems like an understatement. For starters, Bucky and the rest couldn’t be there. You had to work; okay, only the morning shift, but it was still morning. Your alarm malfunctioned and you were late, which wasn’t good for your relation with your boss. Then, work never seemed to end. As you were leaving - starving because you had absolutely no time to take a break for a snack and you didn’t bring anything with you because you were late – rain started pouring. You managed to get home after two hours in traffic and subways, dripping wet and sporting a headache. You were supposed to go out to eat tonight, so any food you were hoping to have for lunch simply didn’t exist in your apartment. Which made you change clothes and go to the grocery store.

Your family was supposed to arrive at 5 p.m. that day, so you were picking some things to actually cook at your house. Taking the day you had so far, you were not making yourself available to another thing going wrong (like maybe your reservations).

Your phone ringing brought you back to reality.

“Hello?”

“[Y/n], hi!” your mother exclaimed on the phone. “Happy birthday!”

“Thanks, mom,” you smiled, relieved to hear her voice. You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall near the fruits, “Wait. Weren’t you supposed to be on the plane an hour ago?”

“[Y/n], the flight was canceled. Something about the weather here, no places are taking off,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, honey, but we won’t be able to go spend your birthday with you.”

“It’s okay, mom. I really wanted to see everyone, but I understand.” What else could you say?

You finished the call and sighed. What an amazing birthday; no family, no friends, no boyfriend, no plans. You shouldn’t have left your bed this morning.

“[Y/n]?”

You turned toward the source of the voice and came face to face with someone you didn’t expect.

There you saw him: Harry. Your ex-boyfriend.

“Harry, hi!”

He surprisingly embraced you in a hug. He was smiling he pulled back.

“I was thinking about you,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I saw the date and I remembered that today was your birthday.” His smile then became softer, “Happy birthday.”

You smiled back, “Thanks, Harry.”

“So, big plans tonight?” he asked, glancing at you while picking some apples from the pile behind you.

You could say ‘yes’. You could, you definitely could seem like pretty busy person with lots of friends to party with on your birthday. But what is the gain in that?

You shrugged. “Not really.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

So you ended up telling him the entire story.

“Wow,” he sighed, “You’ve had a rough day.”

“Yeah. But it’s okay. I’ll pick some ice cream and binge watch some show tonight. Hopefully, nothing else will go wrong.” You really hoped so.

Harry scratched the back of his neck.

“If you want, maybe I could stop by. Keep you some company or something.” Upon seeing your face, he quickly added, “Just as friends! I wouldn’t want to intrude between you and your boyfriend.”

What would be the harm in that?

***

And that’s how you ended up alone with your ex-boyfriend at your apartment on your birthday.

Harry was currently serving the dinner he had bought when you received a Skype call from Bucky and ended up telling him who you were spending your birthday with.

“Bucky, we’re friends. Nothing more,” you said for the billionth time.

“I know, and I get that,” he answered, “But it had to be him?

“Who? Be who? Are you talking to [Y/n]?”

Suddenly, the entire team was trying to fit into the screen, all talking and wishing you happy birthday at the same time.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. “Thanks, guys.”

“[Y/n]?” Harry called when he reentered the living room, a bit hesitant since you were talking on the phone. He expected you’d get some of those when he was there, but didn’t know if you wanted people to know he was there and he didn’t want to cause any trouble.

“Who’s that?” Nat asked, pulling the camera towards her.

“Did your family made a nice flight?” Steve asked, pulling the camera to him.

“Did they enjoy the reservation?” Tony squeezed himself between the two.

“Are you having a nice birthday?” Wanda jumped on Steve’s back and gripped her arms around his neck to secure herself.

“Did you get out present?” Sam appeared near close to the camera.

“It didn’t explode, did it?” the camera focused on Bruce, standing kind of afraid on the side with everyone, including you, screaming, “What?!”

“I didn’t get your present, so I don’t know if it exploded. My family never came, they were stuck in the airport due to the bad weather. I canceled the reservation, none of you guys were here. And I was talking to a friend, Harry.”

Somewhere between your explanations, everyone fit on the screen again.

“Who’s Harry?” Thor asked. “Is he a brave warrior?”

“Nope,” Sam replied, smirking. “He’s [Y/n]’s ex-boyfriend.”

“What?!”

“Sam, how the hell do you know?” you asked, confused.

“I happen to have my ways, [Y/L/n],” he mocked, scrunching his lips and snapping his fingers in a ‘Z’ form. What you didn’t see was the way he and Tony high-fived behind Thor’s back.

“Let me get this straight: [Y/l] is spending her birthday with her ex-boyfriend and not with the overprotective – and needless to say, currently – boyfriend?” Tony asks, a teasing tone to his voice and a grin on his face.

“Yes.”

“Oh, Barnes, you’re never hearing the end of this, my friend.”

“If you want, Asgard could use a powerful warrior such as yourself,” you heard Thor saying quietly to Bucky.

Two days later, after they returned home and you made them have a few hours of sleep and Tony sent a private plane to pick up your family, they took you out to dinner on your favorite restaurant and even invited Harry. The entire time the team spent teasing Bucky, who made Harry seat far away from you on the giant table. You had never laughed as hard as that night.

Oh. And their present didn’t explode. Until Tony switched a few cables. 


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When He (POT/SD) Says, “I’ll Take Care of You..” and Doesn’t.

Originally posted by justalilbitofsass

I have been away for a bit, at least, with my real, raw personally written posts. I’ve had a lot of changes, I’ve traveled, I’m possibly going to have a Vanilla Boyfriend… OMG. 

ANYWAYS, recently I traveled to a POT for the first time. I met him months prior to traveling to him and I really wish I could have remembered his personality then as I did now. His number was still saved in my phone and he kept tabs on me for months. Now that I can travel, why not? 

Prior to flying out I said, “Let me make sure I can budget being gone.” 

His response, “I’ll take care of you while you’re here.” 

Flag #1 : My Mistake, I didn’t specify what that meant exactly. If I could go back I would have negotiated a price. Stupid. 

Days later I was given a confirmation code to my flight. 

Flag #2 This Mofo had me on Economy. Okay, let’s get real, I don’t HAVE to fly first class because it’s 3 hours of my damn life. Who cares. Point A to Point B. BUT it still made me question… 

The day that I got there, he was extremely considerate of me. He let me be alone to relax, I got to sleep, he took me out to dinner… but then things started to change drastically especially on day 2. 

Day 2 we agreed to go jet skiing for the day. He made me two small eggs for break fast, then instead of going out to lunch, we went to a grocery store for sushi. He would roll his eyes when I mentioned my wheat allergy.  He hardly fed me. I was irritable the entire day. AND TO MAKE IT ALL WORSE. He felt inclined to grab private parts of my body out in public and say, “Baby I can’t help it!” My patience was on thin……. Ugh I’m so mad writing it. He continued that act on the jet skiis and the entire night. 

In my mind I’m like, he said he’d take care of me. 

Flag #3 - Sugar Travel is ALWAYS a toss up. I don’t care what you say or how many days he’s traveled to you. You really don’t know someone until you stay with them or live with them. Period. If it gets this bad, just leave. This is why saving up your allowance comes in handy so you can get a hotel and fly back home yourself. 

The last day. Thank god it was only 2 ½ trip basically. So we start driving to the airport and HE EVEN STOPS AT THE BANK PRIOR TO DROPPING ME OFF. 

Drops me off and I go empty handed. ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? 

Amongst all this happening, karma was getting him so bad. He broke his phone, one of the jet skiis sank in the lake, and his G- Wagon blew up in a matter of 24 hours. 

Moral of this Story : This happens, I’m just brave enough to admit it happened to me and guaranteed it’s even happened to every experienced SB Goddess we all wish to be. This is why I have the awesome followers I do because my shit is real. 

Looking Back : The bright side is, I got a mini vacation. I got to drive a Lambo, I found a new love for jet skiis. Think positively.  

Hope this helps. xoxox

sbmisstaylor

I will (13 Reasons Why Jeff Prom Series Part One)

Description: When you feel insecure about your relationship with Jeff, your boyfriend asks you to prom.

I asked who you would like to see a prom imagine with, and the wonderful @youknowimgayright said Jeff would be a good idea. :)

This is part one my Jeff Prom Series.

You had had a rough day; your partner for your history project never showed up for your work session; on your Spanish test, you got the worst grade you had ever received in your life; and your boyfriend, Jeff had been really distant lately, so you didn’t know what to do or who to go to for help.

“(Y/N)!” your best friend, Sheri called. “Have you gotten your prom dress yet?”

“I don’t think I’m going, Sher,” you sighed.

“What do you mean? It’s prom! Everyone’s going!”

“Jeff hasn’t asked me, and I don’t think he even wants to go.”

“That’s ridiculous. Of course, he wants to go.”

“Prom is in a week; I think he would have asked me by now.”

“You never know, (Y/N).”

You sighed and walked to your locker as your phone buzzed. It was a text from Jeff, the first one in a few days.  

Can I meet you at Monet’s?

You replied with a short Okay.

You knew he was busy with baseball, and he was trying to raise his grades so that he didn’t get cut from the team.  You just wished that somehow you were a part of his priority list because it really didn’t feel like it anymore. All your friends’ boyfriends had asked them to prom, and you felt like the odd one out because Jeff hadn’t asked you yet.

You walked to Monet’s and sat at a table by the window. You glanced over the coffee bar, and saw that Skye was working. You smiled at her, and she half smiled back at you.  You glanced back at your hands on the table and heard someone walk in. You looked up to see Jeff walk up to the bar. You saw him talk to Skye, and she laughed at something he said. You loved that about him, that he was able to connect with people within seconds of talking to people. He met you at the table a few minutes with your favorite order, peach tea. It was always your go to de-stresser, and Jeff knew that.

“Hey, babe,” he mumbled.

“Hey,” you mumbled.

“I got you something,” he said as he put the mug in front of you. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been around lately.”

“I know…it’s baseball season, gotta keep your grades up and play-”

“None of that’s important if I don’t get to spend time with you.”

“Don’t say that. You love baseball. You’ve been playing before we even met.”

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he said. “Look, you know I’m not good a writing, so…Clay kinda helped me with my words…I didn’t use unique too many times according to him,” he mumbled. He slid a note across the table.

(Y/N),

I am really sorry. I know I need to stop making excuses and spend more time with you. I don’t want you to think that baseball or school is more important to me than you are because they aren’t. I might not play baseball my entire life, but I’d like to think I’ll get to be with you for that long. (Fingers crossed.) You are so unique, wonderful, and beautiful. I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend, but I really want to make it up to you, so I asked you to come here. We always come here before our dates, and I know you come here when you’re stressed. The following is super cheesy, I’m sorry.

I like coffee, and you like tea; will you go to prom with me?

You looked up at him. “I can’t believe you wrote this for me,” you whispered. “I thought you thought love notes were cheesy.”

“They are, but for you I’d be the cheesiest person ever if it made you smile. Did you see my semicolon?”

“I did! And you only used unique once! I’ll treausre this forever,” you laughed. “I really will, Jeff.”

“Will you go to prom with me?” he laughed.

“I will,” you smiled.

anonymous asked:

The hetalia fandom is dying out....

i don’t want to think about this :’( it’s really sad … but i guess i will share my story 

like, hetalia was casually recommended to me by a friend. i passed it off at first. however, about a year or two later, i started really watching it and i became a fan practically overnight! 

i ran amateur roleplay blogs for a while, then closed them. a passionate fan, i applied to part of the now-long-gone gaybabytalia roleplay community, which became infamous in the fandom. i played as gaybabyemil – iceland, that is. due to drama and tension, the group closed, and i forgot about hetalia and roleplay for a while.

later starting with a clean slate and beginning a roleplay blog for my favorite character, russia. the people i met there were absolutely wonderful, however they dropped dead one by one, and i had no more desire to write the russia i loved as my own son – he was my brain child, after all. i really wish to continue that blog ( i still have it, but it’s inactive ) but there is nobody to write with, let alone in the hetalia fandom. and to be frank, my ivan really isn’t much without his amelia, who was one of the first characters to become inactive, much to my dismay. so the sadness built into russia’s personality is reflected back at me as people leave the fandom and lose their interest.

without hetalia, i wouldn’t have:

  • met my first boyfriend, a russian himself, who has an amazing story and a wonderful family that continues to inspire me, though we’ve broken up
  • discovered the art and music of sigur rós, who even recently played in my city
  • found a way to embrace the german and japanese heritage i have, even through the stereotypes and negative historical associations
  • had a way to cope after my flimsy summer romance with an austrian broke apart
  • learned words in icelandic, russian, romanian, and vietnamese
  • delved into the history of the world and linguistics 
  • become an expert on russian history and culture as well as meeting russian people, who are, contradictory to the negative stereotypes, some of the warmest, most kindhearted people i have ever and will ever meet
  • memorized nearly every location, name, capital, and flag of the nations of the world

so this is just a part of how hetalia affected me. it hits me deep in the heart that the fandom is dying, because that’s part of my teenage years and my passion dying with it. don’t think i haven’t noticed the overall notes/attention to this blog declining with the fandom itself, because i have. i wish i could stop time and fix this but sadly things do change, even if it is against will.

but even then, it will remain part of my life. i will never forget my russian love and all the things i learned about his country and his language. i will always remember my first taste of phở and all the vietnamese people i have met through my insurmountable love of the traditional meal. i will cherish the progress i have made in writing skills through my hetalia roleplays. i will hold the memories of friends and fans dear as well as my hetalia-inspired love of language, culture and travel, through which i have made countless international and cross-cultural connections. the list goes on.

as much as i want hetalia to stay alive, all good things come to an end. i know that regardless, i, myself, will always be a fan.

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24. "so you're my soulmate."

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

Have you ever seen the movie Practical Magic? That scene when a young Sandra Bullock creates her dream man as childhood fun but turned out she really made him as she got older?

Well, when I was five I sort of did the same thing. It was harmless at first, truly. I was in my room, doodling away when my mom came in to tuck me into bed. I told her to give me a few more minutes, that I had to finish.

“Whatchu drawing hun?” She asked leaning over my shoulder.

“My boyfriend,” I replied simply.

“Oh! Well do let me see,” she requested and sat near me as I continued. “And who is this boy you are drawing?”

“Becky at school said if you draw and wish on something it will come true, so I’m drawing a boy to like when I get older. See?” I finished, holding the drawing in my hands. “He’s really tall and has a bunch of drawings on him. He has green eyes and pretty hair. He’s a singer and a actor but he does magazine stuff sometimes.”

“Wow, he’s handsome,” she smiled at my stick drawing. “What’s his name?”

“I don’t know,” I shrug. “But I call him Frog Prince because when I try to kiss the frogs in the backyard they won’t turn to princes!”

“Now YN you know what I said about doing that it’ll give you warts, now come on and lets get you to bed hm?” She tucks me in and kisses my forehead goodnight as she leave the night light on. When she closes the door I look up at the stars hanging over my head and make my wish. It seems silly now but I came across the drawing while looking through my old stuff. I was visiting my mom for the weekend, even brought my boyfriend with me so they could meet for the first time.

How me and Harry met was…sort of bad. I was dating this guy that I worked with while he was dating a girl. Turned out his now ex and my now ex wanted to date each other…leaving us in the cool. He contacted me, saying how sorry he was to which I told him he had nothing to be sorry about. He began to hang out from that, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew we have been dating for almost a year.

He was so not what I was used to, I was used to guys who mumbled love you yet were always busy with something. Would forget important events and just all around be jerks. Harry came into my life like a bolt of lightning. When he said he loved me he used “I” in front of it. On Valentine’s Day I was presented by a huge bouquet of roses at my apartment. When my birthday came he actually called that day out of his very busy life just to spend it with me. To make chocolate cake for me and gave me presents when I told him I didn’t need them.

When guys always just walked next to me, when Harry walked with me he always reached for my hand. Sure it gave the paps something to take pictures on it never seemed to bother me nor him. He made me laugh with those God awful jokes. He would always contact me when he had to go on tour just to talk to me, talk about my day. Even when the time zones were a bitch. He really was a dream come true.

I laughed, catching his attention as he walked to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Whah’s tha’?” He asked, looking at my drawing.

“When I was really little I drew this to make my dream boyfriend, My Frog Prince,” I laughed shaking my head before showing him. “I had a weird imagination.”

“Oh really?” He took a look with a smirk on his face. “So yeh like stick people huh?”

I lightly shove his arm with an eye roll. “Funny! Real cute dude.”

“So whah did this dream guy have hm?” He asked waving the paper.

“Well, if I remember right I think I wanted him to be tall with a bunch of drawings on him and pretty hair.” I commented. “He was I think like a singer/actor/model all in one with green eyes.”

“So me?” He asked, his smirk getting bigger.

“What?” I laughed.

“Well I’m taller then you…”

“Everyone is taller then me,” I pointed out.

“I got a loh of tattoos…I do have pre’ey hair,” he flips his semi long hair making me scoff at him. “And I do sing, take pictures, act sometimes,” he continued.

So…your my soulmate?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Yeh drawed this noh me,” he replied then looked at the picture all the sudden bursting into laughter.

“What?” I asked.

“Your mum dated this, look…” he handed the drawing back to me and I saw the date. That was when I began to wonder if what he was saying had some truth to it…

February 1, 1994

“People used to call me Frog Prince,” he added before kissing my cheek.

Stitches // Joe Sugg imagine

Summary: You and the buttercream boys film a video for joe but things go wrong

Request: could you write one with joe where you need to get stitches or something?

A/n: Second imagine of the day! Whoop whoop! Again this was a request. I’m not really sure about this one. But still, I hope you like it! Xoxo

Request

Originally posted by mendessugghemmings


“Hey guys! Today I’m here with the whole gang except for Mikey! So you have Caspar, Josh, Oli, Jack, Conor, Y/N and me! And today we’re going to do the ‘encore singing challenge part 2!”, Joe belted out.

“But Joe wait”, Jack asked in a way that everyone knew it was staged, “we are with 7 and we only have one microphone!”. “Well Jack, that is right. So since we have our music expert, Conor, here, he will be the judge. And us 6 will divide in 3 teams of 2. Let’s say I’m in a team with Jack, then I will take the first 3 rounds on me and Jack will do the other 3. Everyone understands? Yeah? alright, I suggest everyone puts their name in the hat”.

Everyone had put their name in. you were really hoping for Jack for two reasons. One: Jack knew the lyrics to pretty much every song and second: you just wanted to beat your boyfriend Joe.

They let you pick first, since you were the only girl. And your wish got granted as the paper read “Jack”. He as well seemed happy as he immediately hugged you.

The other teams were Joe and Oli and Caspar and Josh. You felt pretty confident as you knew that neither Caspar or Josh knew any lyrics. The only problem would be Joe.

“Okay the first round is Joe against Caspar and …”, Conor paused for a dramatic effect,” Y/N!”. You groaned.

As we all went to sit down on Joe’s bed, Oli said:” Maybe we should put the mic on the chair so everyone can be shot and it’s fairer”. So that’s what you did and then the game began.

“First word is SPAGHETTI”, Conor shouted the last bit.

The other two were thinking while you immediately grabbed the mic. “His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti”.

A course of grunts went through Capsar and Joe. “Okay, so that’s one for team Y/N and Jack! The next word is LIBIDO”.

This time it took a bit longer to come up with an answer. Suddenly Joe threw himself at the mic and started singing: “I feel stupid and contagious. Here we are now, entertain us. A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido”. “Oh wow you are really going for it”, you laughed. “Watch out or you’ll end up in the hospital”, Jack added.

“So it’s one for Joe and Olie, one for Y/N and jack and zero for Caspar and Josh! The last one for you guys is … FOOL!”, Conor said.

This time you and Caspar both went for it, but you beat him. “I’m only a fool for you, and maybe you’re too good for me, I’m only a fool for you. But I don’t fucking care, at all”.

“What? What song is that?”, Joe asked you. “Are you kidding me?! How do you not know that one?! It’s Idfc by blackbear”, you said a bit annoyed. No one seemed to know that song and it annoys you because it’s your favorite one.

The next 3 rounds ended and the score was zero for Caspar and Josh, three for Joe and Oli and three for Jack and you.

“Since we have a tie, we need a tiebreaker. So everyone sit down. The first one from one of the teams to answer, wins.”, Conor said. “You’re your word is … MESS”.

Wait, that was Joe and your song! That was the song that was playing when you first kissed. Obviously, Joe knew it too, so it was just a race to see who was first.

You were almost there, when suddenly you fell and hit your leg on the chair. You felt a sharp pain and saw the blood almost streaming out of your leg.

“Oh shit Y/N! Are you alright?”, Joe asked. “Uhm, I don’t really know to be honest”. The boys came rushing to your side. Caspar took a closer look and said: “We better get you to the hospital. I think you’re gonna need stitches”.

Joe looked really worried so you tried to assure him that everything was fine. “I’m alright Joe. It’s just a bit blood”. Suddenly your boyfriend stood up. “Okay guys, I’m gonna take her to the hospital. Could you please clean up the room?”, he asked. All the other boys nodded and said their goodbyes.

You started to walk out of the apartment, but soon two strong arms picked you up bridal style. “Joe!”, you giggled, “I can still walk you know”.

“Shut up. It’s my fault you’re hurt, so I’ll do anything to make it better”. He was being so sweet. You grabbed his chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I love you Joe”. “I love you too baby”.

When you both got in the car, he was never not touching you. And when you went in the hospital, his arm never left your waist.

Turns out Oli and Caspar were both right. It might not have been Joe who had to go to the hospital, but you and you did get stitches.

On the way back home, you heard Joe hum a song. It was Shawn Mendes’ Stitches. You smacked his arm.

“Hey! What was that for?”, he yelped astonished. “Stop singing that song, you idiot!“

HOODIE❃ Kang Daniel Scenario Angst/Fluff

A/N: I feel like this is somewhat hurried, but then again I wrote it out of boredom during a car ride so I don’t expect it to be very good. Inspired by Hey Violet’s Hoodie which somehow just made me think about Daniel the whole day. No trigger warning. Enjoy and thank you for reading.  



“I can’t keep your love,
I can’t keep your kiss, 
Gave you everything and all I got was this”

A damn hoodie. After two years full of laughs, tears and countless of unspoken I love you this was all you got. You weren’t complaining but at the same time you felt like it wasn’t enough. Few weeks ago you managed to convince yourself to delete all the photos you and Daniel took from your phone and also finally had the guts to delete his number; which truthfully wasn’t much of a help when you already knew it by heart.

The only thing you couldn’t persuade yourself to throw out was the piece of clothing made out of thick cotton. The black hoodie you were still wearing to sleep used to be his favorite one. It was simple, time-worn and you still chuckled whenever you remembered how the hole in the left arm was made.

“But Y/N watch me! I can totally ace that skate move down the stairs. I’m really good at this, look!” an overly excited Daniel yelled from the top of the metal staircase. You were sitting on the ground nodding absently and wishing you would be at the movies like he promised. But your lovely boyfriend had another idea about your date as it seemed. He signaled you to watch him and you did only to burst out laughing as he lost his balance in the middle and fell over.

“Wow you’re so good, babe! Damn, I wish I had your skills.” You said sarcastically while helping him get off the pavement as he cursed under his breath when he saw the dusty hole his little trick caused.

You smiled to yourself while remembering. Even now you were wearing that hoodie. It was large enough to make you feel comfortable and soft while Daniel’s faint citrus scent made you want to sink into the quicksand created by your pool of memories which kept coming back. You were torturing yourself, but at the same time it was sweet and you didn’t want to stop no matter how much it hurt. This hoodie was all that was left from what you once called “your home”.

Getting lost into the trail of thoughts you didn’t even hear the doorbell who had been constantly buzzing for the past few minutes. You got up from the maroon leather couch and opened the door lazily. Freezed in your spot you waved you right hand, barely being able to address a “hello”. Daniel was standing in front of your apartment, hands in his pockets and wearing the beautiful smile you were used to seeing every day.

“Hey. I was going to call you, I thought you weren’t home.” He said giving you a shy smile.

“But you have a key. Why don’t you use it?”

“I just… didn’t think it was right to since, you know… I don’t live here anymore. I actually came to ask you if you found my hoodie.”

You felt your heart broke a little with every word he spoke, but instead let out an awkward laugh to which he joined with a chuckle followed by both of you staring at the ground.

“Yeah, I didn’t get the chance to call you and tell you about it. Do you need it back now?” you finally broke the uncomfortable silence.

Your raised your eyes to look at his expression. Daniel gave you a sweet smile and placed a hand on your shoulder eyeing you up and down. You tugged at the end your sleeve awkwardly. Your body was stiff as he touched you and you could feel a wave of sorrow ghosting over you. Daniel seemed to have noticed it too and ruffled your bangs as he always used to when he saw you being sad. You complained and pushed his hand away.

“Do you need this now?”  You asked for a second time motioning to the piece of clothing you were wearing.

“I did come to take it back…” he paused for a moment “… but it looks better on you.”

He smiled brightly and looked at you fondly before continuing on a sweet tone:

“You can keep it, it always looked better on you anyway.” Daniel said grabbing your right hand into his warm one as you stood in the doorway with blooming pink cheeks.

My Best Friend’s Wedding Part Five

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

PART FOUR: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/154522794564/my-best-friends-wedding-part-four 

You were twelve years old when you got your first kiss. All of your friends had gotten kissed already making you the last one in the group who hadn’t. It stressed you out a lot more than it should’ve at your age. You wanted your first kiss to be special and magical like it was written about in all those sappy teen magazines. 

Since your first kiss, you had gotten kissed more and by different types of guys. There were the typical sweet kisses, the sloppy ones that made you feel nauseous just thinking about it and countless others. 

Bucky’s kiss was….. different. His lips were soft and the kiss itself was passionate without being sloppy. You were surprised at how much you enjoyed it. It didn’t seem forced or awkward. It was like the two of you had kissed thousands of times before. 

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i’m .,, dying for a plot where it’s like these two friends & and somehow somewhere tht can be discussed they ended up kissing and it’s like ?? wow ur good at this… we really shouldn’t but can we like,, kiss a lil bit more ?? and from then on it’s like every time they get together they kind of make out ? a lot ? and then it’d develop to hookups with breathless “just friends, right?” mixed in with it and that was fi nE bc they were just friends like no feelings at all lmao…,, until one of them eventually gets a boyfriend/girlfriend and the other is just like haha yeah dude no i don’t care that’s cool…,, it was just for fun anyway… i don’t miss our little thing together i swear i’m not jealous…,, not at all i don’t havE ANy FeeLINGS FOR U WHATSOEVER..,,, fuckin beautiful jerk and it’d just be really angsty and fluffy and lots of developing feelings tht shouldn’t be developed nd n*ce