i screamed at least 10 times when i did this because he's so pretty


Pairings: Steve x f!Reader


A Captain America x Reader one where the Avengers go camping and they get lost?

Pietro has created a chatroom.

Pietro has added Y/N, Thor, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, Bruce.

Pietro: Y/N. Whyyyyyyyyyy, whyyyyyyy did your boyfriend decide camping would be a good idea?!

Natasha: It was actually mine, Thor and Bucky’s idea.


Bruce: No one forced you to come, Pietro. So stop complaining.

Tony: Actually I forced him to come because I know how much he hates camping.

Pietro: Are you telling me the rest of you actually accepted to camping of your own free will?! Whyyyyyyy Tony?

Tony: I knew his suffering would be entertaining.

Natasha: Damn, Stark. I never knew you had it in you.

Tony: Gotta make up for the lack of tech somehow.

Y/N: Pietro, you’ll enjoy this trip. Trust me. It’s going to be a lot of fun!

Pietro: We have been walking for hours and we still haven’t reached the campsite yet.

Thor: We have seen an abundance of cute animals, there is much deserved fresh air after many days spent on the jet after Clint consumed bad tacos, we are getting exercise in this trek - my pecs look impeccable, and we are in good company!

Pietro: 1. The only good thing out of this is the animals. 2. This isn’t my type of exercise ;) 3. Tony basically kidnapped me. He is not good company.

Bucky: Pietro is right, we have been walking for hours. We should be by the campsite by now.

Bruce: Question, why are we using our phones to communicate if we’re together?

Y/N: Because Steve is just… so happy. Look at him. He’s enjoying this so much.

Pietro: I may be bitter about this trip but my complaining would ruin it for Steve and he deserves a break.

Bruce: Ummm… Y/N?

Y/N: Yeah, Bruce?

Bruce: There’s a very large, angry looking bug on you. Don’t move.


Natasha: It’s gone! Calm down. You’re okay, you’re okay. I promise not to let any bug near you. Since the boys are pretty much cowards, I’ll take on the role of bug destroyer.

Bucky: …it was so big nat… so terrifying… you are our hero.

Y/N: Where did it go though…?

Bruce: Oh it’s entangled in Thor’s hair now.




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Me regarding love in LWA

So.. anyone remember this? My very succinct review of Episode 10.

Because it is time to talk a bit about this character, Andrew Hanbridge. First things first:

I don’t dislike Andrew

I think he’s a decent character and have gotten better characterization after his first two appearances, but that he was implemented in a bad way and got put in a show where he wasn’t truly needed.

Because that is the thing, Andrew was introduced in the LWA series rather than in the OVAs.

A big appeal of Little Witch Academia’s OVAs for many people (myself included) was the fact that it had an all-girls cast. It is exceedingly rare for an anime to have an all-girls cast and to not be revolving around blatant ‘girly’ themes. Little Witch Academia is not inherently girly, it is just a bunch of teenage girls learning to become witches. By cutting away the boys, the series removed the need to include common teenage girl depiction tropes such as excessive focus on romance, boys, looks etc. Instead the series allows the different girls’ character traits and interests come to the fore.

However, with the introduction of Andrew in the series, Trigger regressed to rely on some of these clichés. In the first episode Andrew appears, all the students go gaga for this stoic, aloof guy solely because he is famous and rumoured to be handsome. So basically all the witch students of Luna Nova (except Lotte, Sucy and Diana) are shown to be gossipy, superficial teenage girls. This portrayal betrays the series earlier depiction of varied and multifaceted girl characters. If a pretty boy is around, then they get reduced to this one-dimensional clichéd stereotype. So the way Andrew was implemented into the series detracts from one of the strong points of the series.

What is Andrew’s role in the series? Reportedly, Trigger wanted him to be Akko’s connection to the ‘muggle’ world, so to speak. But personally, very seldom does he feel like he actually fulfils that purpose.

Instead, it feels like he mostly just behaves like a male ‘Diana’ and made to appear in scenarios where Diana couldn’t perform the same function. Both come from aristocratic families, both are well-spoken and rational-minded, both use careful rational rhetoric to solve problems and both of their character growths’ is because of them continually being amazed and inspired by Akko.

But why? Why would you keep around two characters that are so similar in personality and in character development (at least on paper)?

This is why Andrew being teased as a romantic interest to Akko feels like such a slap in the face to everyone who loved Akko and Diana’s chemistry already back in the OVAs. It makes it seem that Andrew wasn’t introduced despite Diana already existing, but because of it. Like Trigger wanted to cash in on Diana and Akko’s chemistry but turn it into something more ‘acceptable’ for the general audience.

But this is where Trigger confuses the hell out of me. If Andrew is the endgame romantic interest, why isn’t it more clearly established at this point? Why has there been so relatively little time for developing Akko and Andrew together then? Why did Trigger go full speed ahead to develope and show how much Akko and Diana deeply care for eachother rather than with Akko and Andrew instead? Why is there so much focus on and interaction between Akko and Diana in the openings, while Andrew is barely there and doesn’t appear together with Akko?

And to quote from this:

There is only one character holding hands with Akko in the OP. And that character isn’t Andrew.

Because there is one thing that makes me mad, and that is ‘Dianakko’ detractors that refuse to acknowledge Akko and Diana’s deeper connection.

Because the way Akko and Diana have grown so close, despite their differences and initial misunderstandings, shows that there is an unspoken deeper bond between them. Even when they looked down on eachother, they still both show admiration and care for eachother, with neither of them knowing why. There was something that slowly over time drew them closer.

So I must say, as a lesbian, the level of affection displayed by Diana and Akko is to me beyond than ‘just being friends’.

If anyone would carelessly throw themselves into danger to save me like Diana and Akko do for eachother;

if anyone would scream with a desperate worry for me like Diana and Akko do for eachother;

if anyone would keep looking at me with a look full of care and concern like how Akko and Diana look at eachother;

if anyone would tell me to keep trying and chase my dreams, while grabbing my hands and being moved to tears, like how Akko did to Diana;

if anyone would tell me “You continue to astonish me in unexpected ways” while them thinking about every time I’ve amazed and impressed them like Diana did to Akko;

if anyone invited me on a broom like this

or if anyone looked at me like this before replying to my invititation;

if anyone would do such things like these, I would consider them loving me.

However, some people will never accept two girl characters loving each other unless they are being intimately physically affectionate, like kissing eachother. Until they are, it can be handwaved away and be explained that they are just “Gal Pals”, “very good friends” and so on.

If we switched out Diana above for Andrew, so that Akko and Andrew had shared all those interactions, you would definitely see people claiming that they are in love based on those.

This is a double standard that is sadly very real in real life too. Girl-loving girls have to go great lengths for their love to be considered “real” in the eyes of some.

Something that made me feel like I had giant pit in my stomach around the time Episode 10 was released, was how some ‘Ankko’ posts included gifs like these:

What the actual fuck? These moments were somehow considered “sweet Ankko moments” by some fans. One shows Akko being hurt by Andrew, while the other show how Akko very uncomfortably gets forcibly pushed to the wall by a love-drugged Andrew.

Both of these moments made me feel highly uncomfortable and feel genuine distress for Akko in these situations when I watched them. Neither of these abusive moments should be considered sweet or romantic. It is not a good representation of ‘Ankko’ or even Andrew himself alone. And I feel I can’t take any criticism of Dianakko in any serious regard from anyone who did feel these moments were “romantic”.

For me, ‘Dianakko’ is not a case of fanservice, it is a matter of representation.

Either on purpose or by accident, Trigger has managed to write one of the most heartfelt and organic depictions in animation of two girls managing to put aside their vast differences and come to closely understand eachother through what at least I would describe as love. I don’t even ‘need’ A Big Damn Kiss or a dramatic declaration of love. I’d rather want an ending more like the ending of The Legend of Korra, with Akko and Diana leaving together on a broom, to work on a shared future and a shared dream, with room for them growing further closer together and figure out what it means for them. Depictions of girls deeply caring for each other and slowly falling in love are rare outside shows not specifically focusing on girls’ love, thus I feel Diana and Akko are important.

I hope that Trigger soon either finally cements a final pairing and gently lets one part down, or that there will be no confirmed endgame romance. Trigger’s vagueness is just tiring at this point.

So I’m sorry Trigger and Andrew, but I’ve actually had enough of this dude.

EXO 101: A Crash Course

Park Chanyeol 

Originally posted by megglesbagels

Soft baby by day, sexy mofo by night. Can do everything?? Sing, rap, dance, cook, act, write and produce music, play the guitar (classical, spanish, lead, and rhythm omg) and the piano and the drums, has the body of an elf king. He’s also AMAZING with children as shown [here - skip to 12:17 and WATCH you won’t regret it] and dogs too! All animals really. He’s Korean Snow White. With abs. And if Snow White was extra. 

Also the kindest soul ever. He’s always smiling, even when he’s down. He literally said, and I quote; “No matter how difficult something is, I will always be positive and smile like an idiot.” His then-girlfriend nicknamed him “Happy Virus.” Constantly buys his members gifts, is very tall (well over six feet), and he’s the most extroverted and sociable person - actually friends with everyone. 10/10 amazing human.  

Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by junhyyo

Don’t let him fool you!!! He looks soft but he will fuck you up with his cheeky lil smile and pelvic sorcery and unearthly vocals and uGH. His wit is unparalleled like omg, so sassy and hilarious and sharp. Also a huge nerd when it comes to anime, manga, and video games. Once gave a picture of himself to another member as a gift, the lil shit.  

He’s incredibly passionate about his career and his members, and I think it was Kyungsoo who said that it’s Baek who keeps them all together at times. In summary: Byun Baekhyun is what happens when a demon and an angel do the do. 

D.O./Do Kyungsoo:

Originally posted by sehuntiful

Do Kyungsoo? More like Do Me, Kyungsoo. I’m sorry I’m so thirsty Ksoo…I don’t even know where to begin with this one. First of all, he single-handedly saved the human race from extinction with his voice. He’s savage af, so much so that he’s affectionately nicknamed “Satansoo” and he will smack a bitch. He’s also so soft and squishy at the same time, you’ll get whiplash. And his acTING. Lord in heaven. And I believe he didn’t even have acting lessons?? The nerve of him. He, too, is sex on legs, and he might be quieter than the others, but y’all best listen when he talks cause boy bout to spill the tea. 

He’s also very paternal in that he takes care of the other members a lot, like when Kai, his roommate, isn’t feeling well, he’ll care for him or go out to get food for him. And he can cook really well. I’m gonna stop now before I end up writing an entire dissertation ;’)

Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


Oh my god. Anyway. Zhang Yixing is the perfect contradiction. On the one hand, he’s an actual baby lamb - laugh and all. On the other hand, he’s the human embodiment of the NC-17 rating. Like, hide yo kids. Yixing is also one of the Chinese members of EXO, so he often leaves to promote his solo music which is in Chinese, and he works so incredibly hard and deserves all the success. He also writes the lyrics, and composes and arranges the music! 

And…his dancing. Proof that god exists. There is literally no part of his body that Yixing does not have absolute command over - and you can see it because he is so precise, confident, and sexy. :’) 

Suho/Kim Junmyeon

Originally posted by oohsehunnies

I actually had to cover his face while writing this because holy–

Yup. Moving on. 

Actually, back to his face (and the rest of him): Remember when Da Vinci was conceptualizing the Vitruvian Man (lol only 90′s kids will remember…1490′s kids, that is). You know that picture of the guy with another pair of arms and legs superimposed on him, inside a circle? The drawing theorizing the ideal proportions of the human body? Yup, true story: Junmyeon was Da Vinci’s muse. Suho’s face is so symmetrical, it inspired mathematicians to write the golden ratio. He is a genetic miracle, a statistical outlier, a national treasure–

Anyway *sweats*. ALSO. Let’s talk about his personality. Myeon is the mom of EXO, the leader, so he’s naturally very parental. He actually chose the stage name “Suho” because it means guardian. He always does his best to keep his kids the members together and doing what they need to be doing. Always pays for things ($Junmoney$), and is the person a lot of them confide in and go to for comfort or advice, especially Sehun. 

He’s such a dad too - like his dad joke ratings are off the charts. 10/10 would build you a tree house and tuck you in at night. 

Oh Sehun

Originally posted by sehurn

Maknae. Icon. Legend. Used to have a lisp. 

People sometimes think he’s cold or reserved because of his face, but as you can see in the gif, he’s literal sunshine. He once cried on stage because he was knocked on the head by a camera - but he wasn’t crying because the injury hurt, he was crying because he wasn’t allowed to perform because of it, and he felt like he was disappointing his fans. He also cried during a radio show when asked about his other members - he said every night before he falls asleep, he prays for them and he prays that they all stay together and are successful and happy. And now I’m crying. 

Everyone is in love with him

His dancing resurrected me from the dead, put my children through college, and ended world hunger because damn we are fed when that boy moves. 

Sehun was once invited to Paris for a Louis Vuitton fashion show and became king of France. I’m not kidding. All he did was show up, and there was a huge crowd already there to greet him as if he were royalty, and he was voted best dressed at the show by Vogue. He went to the Louvre, and people were studying and appreciating him, the actual art.  

Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by dayafterdae

Ah, little dino bby. He’s iconic for many reasons: 

1) His smile. It curls up at the corners like this :}

2) When he laughs, he literally goes HAHAHAHAHA like wow, amazing, I want this as my ringtone

3) He screams a lot. Nickelodeon once made a show about him called Jongdae: The Last Pterodactyl

4) HIS VOCALS. Un-freaking-believable. He’s the male version of Mariah Carey. 

5) Speaks really good Chinese! (He’s Korean) 

6) An amazing human?? He donates to charity so often and he doesn’t do it for publicity either. He takes good care of the other members too. 

Jongdae, let me put a ring on it. 

Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

HERE WE GO. My precious boy :’)

Minseok. The eldest. Also known as the best person to ever exist. Like Kyungsoo, he doesn’t talk much because he’s a shy lil bean, but once he warms up to you, the things that come out of his mouth are so deep and cute and funny and wowow I want ten of him

Is the least likely to cry

Was chubby (and so adorable!!) as a little kid, and now he has a six pack. Because of his weight as a kid though, he has spoken many times about the issue of body shaming and how people’s perceptions of a person shift based on how they look. He once said these words that made my cold, dead heart beat again: “I don’t have an ideal type. If our hearts match well, then she will look pretty to me.” 

Has the strongest arms in EXO. They all arm wrestled and he won and it was the funniest thing ever. 

Is not only an idol, he’s also getting his Ph.D. Dr. Kim. I can’t believe….

Wants to open his own coffee shop, and I don’t drink coffee, but I would chug any dish-water-coffee-grinds-filth that he would serve me because damn I love him. 

Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


The Bias Wrecker. Or just your bias, plain and simple 

Kim Jongin is one of nature’s greatest accomplishments. His gams are the eighth wonder of the world - and he puts them to use when he dances, like please kick me in the face with those omfg 

His laugh. Astounding. Also don’t stand too close when he laughs because he will hit you. It’s just what he does lmao

He’s basically a hip young old man - so hot but so sleepy. He’ll sleep at any given opportunity. 

Very fond of fried chicken. And dogs. But not in terms of eating, for the latter

Learned ballet for ten years and it shows, and I just wANT TO SEE HIM IN A LEOTARD DAMMIT

He has darker skin than the other members which people used to make fun of him for and still do comment on, but he says he loves it and he is proud of his body :’) we are too bby!!

Other random facts

EXO originally had 12 members but 3 left and we’re not going to talk about it okay? okay

- Chen and Xiumin are married best friends. Xiumin actually said in an interview that Chen is “like my wife” 

- Sehun is now officially Lord Oh Sehun of Glencoe, Scotland because his fans are the most Extra and purchased the estate for his birthday :’) 

- Chanyeol once folded one hundred paper cranes for his girlfriend as a gift, but in the middle of doing this, she called him and broke up with him

- Baekhyun can’t cook for shit but at least he’s pretty 

- Kai dated F(X)’s Krystal 

- Kyungsoo once said to the camera that he is “not pure” 

- Yixing starred in a gay sci-fi movie where he and this other dude have a baby

- Suho is a health nut. Just like how girls always have pads and tampons on them, Suho has multivitamins 

For @the-porcelain-doll-xo because I’m the friend that wants to drag you into hell with me, and I can’t wait for you to get into EXO ahhhhh ily <33

anonymous asked:

please continue that request where Ladybug and Chat are racing to figure out each others identities!

You all requested, and I have delivered! Due to high demand, a continuation of this oneshot!


Marinette paced the length of her room with vehement determination. Each time foot met floorboard her steps became a little less precise and a little more violent. After a few lengths, she was seething with rage. It was a bit of a childish display, perhaps, taking out her frustration on her innocent floor, but Marinette Dupain-Cheng, part-time heroine of Paris, was officially at her wit’s end.

Finally flopping onto her bed with a huff, Marinette let out a long, exasperated groan into her pillows. As much as she would have loved to blame someone or an invisible force for her misery, she knew full well that it was self-imposed.

She had decided to challenge Chat Noir to a competition, because she was sure that she could figure out his identity before he could ever figure out hers.

The bastard figured it out in one day.

Marinette grabbed the small Chat Noir plush from the corner of her bed and glared at it. The plush smiled back at her, the signature Chat Noir smirk stiched permanently onto its felt complexion. 

“Stop mocking me!” she hissed at it, throwing it back in the corner. She allowed her head to drop like an anchor back into her pillows and thought back to her fruitless attempts over the last couple days to figure out her partner’s identity. 

From what Chat had said at patrol 3 days ago, it seemed that he was someone who knew her, at least as an acquaintance. And he had stated outright that they went to the same school so…

Marinette bolted upright and ran over to her desk, lifting piles of sketches and pulling out last year’s yearbook. She hadn’t looked at it since school ended in June and had nearly forgotten about it. She then ran across her room and found her backpack, rummaging through it to find a thick red Sharpie. As much as she lamented defacing a book full of memories, she knew it was for the good of the investigation. 

“Marinette!” A small bell-like voice interrupted her thoughts. Tikki floated up and rested on the cover of the yearbook, pouting slightly. “It’s 10:15. You’re late for your patrol!”

“I can’t go yet!” Marinette protested. “I still haven’t figured out who Chat Noir is! Hell, I’m not even close! I can’t face him yet!”

“Don’t worry about that, Marinette,” Tikki giggled. “He told you he couldn’t make patrol tonight during the akuma attack this morning. He’s busy! Don’t you remember?” 

Marinette may have been too busy over-analyzing her partner’s every move in a desperate attempt to draw a conclusion to actually pay attention to what he was saying. 

“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Marinette responded. “Tikki, spots on!” She grabbed the sharpie and yearbook before she swung away out of her window. Who said she couldn’t multitask?


First, she crossed out the faces of every girl so she could see her options more clearly. Next came all the boys who had been akuma victims. Obviously, she couldn’t remember them all, but she was still able to narrow down the pool quite a bit. Next, she eliminated boys based off appearances. Of course, she only crossed out those who looked absolutely nothing like Chat Noir, since she wasn’t sure which features were possibly changed by his transformation. So far, so good.

Ladybug sat near the top of the Eiffel Tower, haunched over the yearbook for about an hour, eliminating boy after boy for various reasons. Too quiet, too short, and when she looked at Adrien, too perfect in every way.

Ladybug crossed off yet another face, her sharpie running low on ink. She then groaned in anger and let her face drop on the pages of the book. What had she missed? She had crossed off every single boy in the school. 

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Boys Don’t Kiss Boys

Group: Bangtan Boys


Genre: Fluff

Yoongi always liked Jimin the most.

Jimin wasn’t like the other boys. Jimin was different, much kinder. He didn’t want to hit Yoongi or steal his lunch like all the others boy did.

Instead, he wanted to play with Yoongi.

Yoongi always wondered why out of everyone did Jimin chose to be with him. But he was happy because at least he had a friend.

They were on the playground during lunchtime. While everyone else was away playing Yoongi and Jimin were hidden behind the trees playing pretend in one of the many elaborate stories that Yoongi came up with.

This time Jimin was playing a young prince that needed to be saved and Yoongi was the knight in shining armor that was going to save Jimin from the clutches of the evil dragon-a one-eyed teddy bear that they had found in the toys’ room.

“Stop right there,” Yoongi bellowed in his loudest voice to the teddy bear behind which Jimin was quivering with fear.

“What did you say?” Yoongi asked in a dramatic voice.

Jimin cried out louder.

“Do not worry prince for I am here to save you,” Yoongi said to Jimin before returning his attention back to the dragon.

“You,” he said raising his sword which was a broken branch that Yoongi had found in the school garden. “You’ll face my wrath”

Yoongi raised the branch above his head letting out a loud yell as he hit the teddy bear who toppled and fell down the ground making Jimin scream in a shrill voice.

Yoongi continued to hit the teddy bear for five more times until he stopped his chest heaving up and down staring at the teddy bear.

“I told you,” he said. “Evil always loses”

He then looked at Jimin who was sitting down on the ground hugging his knees looking scared. Yoongi threw his faux sword down and went up to Jimin offering him his hand.

“You’re safe now prince,” he said.

Jimin looked up at him and then gently placed his hand into Yoongi’s palm letting Yoongi help him on the ground.

“Thank you,” Jimin said. “You are a very brave knight”

“It was my duty,” Yoongi said with a small bow making Jimin smile a little.

“You risked your life for me,” Jimin said. “You are noble”

Yoongi nodded remaining expressionless until he saw Jimin smile again.

“Because of your courage you are now awarded a thousand gold coins,” Jimin said.

Yoongi’s face changed into a little frown.

“Jiminie,” he said. “That is not what you were supposed to say,”


“Your lines,” Yoongi sighed. “You messed up”


“What do you think the princess does when the knight saves her?” Yoongi asked.

Jimin bit his lip thinking hard.

“Kiss the knight,”


“Huh,” Jimin repeated.

“You were supposed to kiss me Jiminie,” Yoongi said. “I saved you from the big evil dragon so you should kiss me to thank me,”

At that Jimin started laughing.

Yoongi’s face flushed a little.

“What is so funny?” he asked. “It’s in all the movies. When the princess gets saved she kisses the knight”

“But we’re boys,” Jimin said.

“I don’t understand,” Yoongi said in a confused voice.

Jimin sighed.

“Yoongi,” Jimin said. “ Boys don’t kiss boys”

The bell rang just at that moment and Yoongi felt Jimin’s hands grabbing his.

“Come on now,” Jimin said. “We have to get to class or the teacher will yell at us again”

Yoongi didn’t protest as Jimin dragged him inside the class along with the rest of his classmates but all Yoongi could think about was what Jimin said.

That continued as Yoongi was sat on the kitchen table absent-mindedly forking his pancakes but not bothering to take a bite.

“Yoongi,” he heard his mother. “Is everything okay?”

Yoongi nodded a little taking a small bite and chewing on it.

“Was someone being mean at school?” his mother asked in a careful voice. His parents were no strangers to his problems at coping with students in his school. He wasn’t like the other kids who ran around the field for no reason and scream their heads off. Yoongi was calm and was usually lost in his head. He was different but kids found it as a reason to pick on him. Finding Jimin as a friend was a miracle for Yoongi.

“No,” Yoongi answered but his mother knew something was definitely off because Yoongi never took longer than 10 minutes to finish his blueberry pancakes but he had been sitting in front of his plate for the past half an hour not bothering to take a proper bite.

“Yoongi honey,” his mother said. “You know you can tell me everything right?”

Yoongi looked at his mother and nodded a little.

His mother smiled.

“So what is it?” she asked. “Did you have a fight with Jimin?”

“No,” Yoongi said in an offended voice. “I will never fight with Jimin. He is my best friend and I love him”

This was true too because unlike other kids who always picked up fights with their friends about everything from a broken crayon or food, Yoongi and Jimin never ever fought.

“That’s good,” his mother said with a smile. “You shouldn’t fight with your best friend”

Yoongi nodded agreeing.

“Well then what is it that is bothering my little sugar?” his mother asked and Yoongi could feel himself getting red at the nickname.

“I…,” he said and paused a little. “Can boys kiss boys?”

Yoongi’s mother looked surprised for a second before she smiled at Yoongi.

“Of course honey,” she said.

“Really?” Yoongi asked unsurely.

“Boys can kiss boys, girls can kiss girls and boys can kiss girls,” she said. “It doesn’t matter”

Yoongi smiled a little before giving his mother a hug.

That night he was still thinking about it as he stared up at the ceiling of his room which was covered in little stars that his dad had painted himself for Yoongi.

His mom said it was okay for boys to kiss boys.

But for some reason, 4 year old Yoongi still wasn’t convinced as he kept thinking about it.

‘Can boys kiss boys?’

Yoongi was seated on the far end of the auditorium alone watching Jimin up on stage rehearsing his lines. He was a bit uneasy sitting alone especially among people that left no chance to bully him but he had promised Jimin that they would go home together after Jimin’s rehearsal for the upcoming school play. He was just keeping his best friend’s promise.

Jimin was clearing his throat as he began reciting his lines and Yoongi watched amazed and frankly proud of his best friend delivering his lines with so much confidence.

He was playing Romeo and a girl named Alia was playing Juliet. Alia was one of those people that found making Yoongi trip or teasing him very funny but only when Jimin wasn’t around.

Jimin was friends with all of Alia and her snobby friends but at least he wasn’t like them.

Yoongi would be lying if he didn’t feel scared that one-day Jimin was just gonna stop talking to him but he didn’t.

“You are my best friend,” Jimin would say to him.

That somehow made Yoongi worry less.

“Tybalt,” Jimin yelled. “I do not want to fight you”

The boy named James who played Tybalt made his way towards Jimin brandishing his plastic sword swinging it as Jimin did the same and they began sword fighting.

Yoongi watched attentively until he heard a clap.

“All right kids,” the drama teacher said. “That’s enough for now”

James and Jimin both dropped their swords and walked down as the teacher told them the schedule for the next week.

Yoongi saw Jimin take his backpack and walk to him.

“You are here,” Jimin said.

“Of course I am,” Yoongi grinned. “I promised you I would be here”

Jimin smiled back.

“My mom’s gonna pick us up,” he said. “Maybe we can ask her to let you sleep over”

“Sleepover?” Yoongi asked in an excited voice. “But what if my mom says no?”

“I’ll tell my mom to convince her,” Jimin said and Yoongi nodded with a smile.

Just then Yoongi saw James and Alia make their way towards them. Yoongi gulped a little as Jimin flashed them a grin.

“Hey,” James said. “Will you come to the park with us this evening?”

The question was directed only at Jimin but he didn’t seem to notice as he answered.

“Oh no,” Jimin said. “Yoongi and I are gonna play Mario Kart today. Maybe I’ll be able to beat him today”

James and Alia looked at Yoongi with a slight scowl.

“Oh that’s fine Jimin,” Alia said. “We can go to the park some other time”

Jimin nodded.

“Mom’s here,” he said. “I’ll see you both on Monday”

James and Alia waved goodbye as Jimin and Yoongi left the building and headed straight to the car.

“Hey kids,” Jimin’s mom smiled. “How was school?”

“Good,” Yoongi could barely answer as Jimin launched into a very detailed description of everything that had happened in a loud, enthusiastic voice.

Jimin’s mom listened amused.

“Also mom,” Jimin said. “Can Yoongi sleepover tonight?”

“Jim…” his mom began.

“Please,” Jimin said. “Pretty please”

“Okay fine,” his mom sighed. “I’ll talk to Yoongi’s mom”

She smiled at Yoongi who gave her a small smile back.

They reached their home soon and both of the boys raced to Jimin’s bedroom to play Mario Kart for the next 3 hours and despite Jimin’s repeated tries Yoongi still managed to beat him leaving a very gleeful Yoongi and a fuming Jimin.

But all was forgotten when they were called downstairs for dinner.

Jimin’s mom had made Mac n cheese something both the boys loved and they ate dinner as Jimin talked to his mom and Yoongi made a little conversation.

They went upstairs once again and this time to watch Mulan, their favorite Disney movie along with some popcorn that Jimin’s mom had made for them.

“Boys,” she said. “I want you both to sleep as soon as you finish the movie okay”

Both Jimin and Yoongi nodded not really listening as they watched the movie. It was 12 am when they finally finished it and neither of the boys felt sleepy in the slightest.

“Yoongi,” Jimin said.


“You are my best friend right,”

“Yes I am,”

“Which means we can share secrets right?”


“And we don’t tell this to anyone right?”


“Can I tell you something?”

“Yes you can,”

“Do you think they will make me kiss Alia in the play?”

“What?” Yoongi asked loudly.

“James said that Romeo and Juliet kiss,”

“Do you want to kiss her?” Yoongi asked.

“No,” Jimin said making a face. “But what if I have to”

“I don’t think they will make you kiss Alia,”

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked.


Jimin sighed.

“Girls are much better at all that stuff,” Jimin said.

“Huh, but she is just 9?”

“They know how to kiss and stuff,”

“Do they?” Yoongi asked.

“James said so,”


If we do ever kiss,” Jimin said. “I don’t want her to think I am bad at it or something”


“She would probably make fun of me,” Jimin said with a dramatic sigh.

“You…” Yoongi said. “You should practice”

Jimin looked up with a wide surprised look and a grin.

“Genius,” he said.

But slowly his expression changed.

“But with who?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered.

Jimin sighed again.

“I am in trouble,” he said. “They will laugh at me”

“Jimin,” Yoongi said in a small voice.


“We…we can practice”

“What?” Jimin asked loudly.

Yoongi’s voice grew smaller.

“Or not,” he said thinking that Jimin was definitely gonna think that Yoongi is a complete freak just like the rest of his grade thinks he is.

Yoongi didn’t look at Jimin playing with a thread on his pillow.

“Maybe,” Jimin finally said.

Yoongi looked up as if he had seen a ghost.



Yoongi gulped as Jimin got up and sat beside him. They leaned and Yoongi could feel his heart beating faster than it had when he had seen a snake in their backyard.

Yoongi thought about the many kisses he had seen in movies and how it was just perfect and nice (not all of them as Yoongi remembers seeing a man almost shove his tongue down a girl’s mouth and he was completely horrified as he switched the channel)

Their lips touched for a brief second and Yoongi’s eyes were wide open as Jimin pushed off.

“No no ew,” he said throwing his pillow down.


“We can’t kiss,” he said. “We’re friends”

“But so is Alia,” Yoongi said meekly.

“She is a girl,” Jimin simply said.

“Kissing is gross,” he added with an afterthought and made his way to the bathroom as Yoongi sat horrified a strange tingling feeling in his stomach.

Jimin came back washing his mouth.

“I am going to sleep,” he said. “Goodnight”

“Night,” Yoongi mumbled as he wiggled into his sleeping bag slightly hurt by the fact that Jimin hadn’t bothered to get into his sleeping bag and had slept on the bed instead. It was their thing to sleep together in sleeping bags during sleepovers pretending they were camping.

It’s my fault, Yoongi thought as a single tear trickled down his cheek.

Weeks later Yoongi was sat on the front seat watching Jimin’s play his chest heaved with pride over his best friend’s performance.

And then it happened.

Jimin kissed Alia albeit on the cheek in a swift moment and for some reason, Yoongi’s heart broke a little as he could hardly focus on the rest of the play until everyone stood up clapping.

The kids went backstage and returned after about half an hour but Yoongi kept waiting until Jimin finally appeared running towards him and his parents.

His parents kissed him and praised him and then Jimin hugged Yoongi.

“Did you like it?”

“You were amazing,” Yoongi said. “You were the best”

“Thank you Yoongi,”

They went to celebrate Jimin’s performance at Chuck E Cheese and then got pizza and Jimin’s parents agreed to let Yoongi stay for the night.

“So did you see the kiss?” Jimin asked.


“It was on the cheek,” Jimin said. “So I didn’t mind”

“It wasn’t gross?”

Jimin shook his head no.


Yoongi stayed silent for a few seconds hurt that Jimin had called their kiss gross.

“It’s late Jiminie,” Yoongi said. “We should sleep”

“But but we were supposed to talk all night,”

“I am tired,”


“Goodnight,” Yoongi said.

“Night,” Jimin said.

They both got into their little sleeping bags and in a few minutes Yoongi could hear Jimin snoring but sleep didn’t come to Yoongi.

Yoongi felt he was being weird because he didn’t mind kissing Jimin.

Boys are gross, Yoongi told himself. You shouldn’t kiss boys he told himself again.

Jimin was right he thought. Boys shouldn’t kiss other boys.

Yoongi loved the piano more than he had ever loved anything ever in his life.

When his fingers hit the black and white keys, his eyes closed as he only heard the music he felt he was in another world. A perfect world where he didn’t have to worry about anything or anyone.

It was just Yoongi and his music.

His peace was disturbed when he heard a slam of the door. Yoongi’s eyes opened as he turned around to find Jimin walking towards him.

“Knew I would find you here,” Jimin said with a grin.

“Jimin,” Yoongi smiled.

“I heard some of what you were playing,” Jimin said as he took a chair and sat on it. “Sounds amazing”

Yoongi looked down turning a little red. Compliments always made him a bit shy.

“It’s just a song I’m working on,” he mumbled.

“Can I hear it?”

“Not yet,” Yoongi said. “I have to work on it”

“Oh all right then,”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at dance practice now?”

“Canceled,” Jimin said leaning back.


“Miss Jenkins couldn’t make it today,” he said. “She twisted her ankle”

“Oh that sucks,”

“Yeah,” Jimin said. “That’s why I decide to come here and bother you”

Yoongi laughed.

“Also,” Jimin said. “Victoria asked me out today”

“What?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah,” Jimin said.

“What did you say?”

“We are going to the movies tonight,” Jimin said.

“Tonight,” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah,” Jimin said.

Yoongi just nodded not wanting to remind Jimin that tonight that they had decided to check out this new video game that had come out. He was looking forward to it all week but he didn’t have the heart to ruin Jimin’s date. So he didn’t say anything.

“Are you gonna kiss her?” Yoongi asked.

“Depends,” Jimin said. “I still don’t know if I like her that way”


“I heard that Kayla has an eye on you,” Jimin said.

“On me?”

“Yeah,” Jimin said. “She likes you”


“What? Won’t you do anything?” Jimin asked.


“Why not?”

“I am not interested,” Yoongi said.

“In Kayla?”

“No,” Yoongi said. “In dating”

“You are 16,” Jimin said. “And you have never had a girlfriend yet”

“I don’t mind,” was all Yoongi said.

They had this conversation a lot before about how Yoongi never dated anyone. Even when Jimin tried to get him to date one of his friends or some girl had developed a crush on him. He would just say no without any coherent reason.

Frankly, Yoongi hadn’t changed a lot from when he was a kid. He was still quiet and liked staying alone and he had only Jimin who was his friend and a few music kids that he talked to. All of Jimin’s friends were too obnoxious for him. Too loud, too fake but now they didn’t really target Yoongi because Jimin had sort of a reputation in their school and they were only nice to Yoongi because he was friends with Jimin. So Yoongi only kept up with them for Jimin’s sake.

“Are you done practicing?” Jimin asked.

Yoongi nodded.

“Let’s go home then,”

They got into Jimin’s car and he drove Yoongi to his home.

“Hope your date goes well,” Yoongi said as he left the car.

“Yeah bye,” Jimin waved smiling.

Yoongi waved back as he went inside his house.

“Hey honey,” his mom said as she saw.

“Hey, mom.”

“I thought you were gonna be at Jimin’s,” his mom said.

“Oh he had to take care of something,”

“Okay,” she said.

“Mom, are you going out?” Yoongi asked as his mom was dressed in a much fancier way.

“Yeah,” she said. “Your dad just surprised me with tickets to this play”

“Oh that’s nice, have fun,” Yoongi smiled.

“Thanks, honey,” she smiled. “While we’re gone why don’t you get that blonde kid from your music class to come over… what’s his name?”


“Yeah invite him over,” she said. “He is such a nice kid”

“I’ll see if he’s free,” Yoongi said.

Yoongi texted Namjoon and almost immediately got a response saying that he was totally down to beat Yoongi in some video games.

Yoongi was a little glad that he didn’t have to spend the evening completely alone.

Namjoon came soon and the two boys didn’t take long to start playing and Yoongi would beat Namjoon very easily resulting into a very disappointed Namjoon reminding Yoongi too much of Jimin. It had been days since they had sat down and played games.

Just then Namjoon got a call and he picked it up talking in a hushed voice his hands covering his mouth. Yoongi was slightly curious.

“Who was that?” he asked.

“That was my boyf-girlfriend,” Namjoon corrected himself but Yoongi was too quick and noticed.

“You said boyfriend,”

Namjoon sighed.

“Yeah that was my boyfriend,” he said.


“I get it you probably don’t want to see me anymore,”


“I get it, trust me,” he said. “No straight guy wants to be caught hanging out with a guy”


“I should just…”

“Listen,” Yoongi said. “I am not homophobic okay. I don’t care if you date any gender”

Namjoon looked like he didn’t expect Yoongi to say that.

Yoongi continued.

“I like you because you’re cool and you like music and you are quite nice,” Yoongi said. “You dating boys isn’t gonna change that and frankly, it is none of my business”

Namjoon’s face changed into a smile.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was too quick to judge but I have bad experiences before”

“I get it,” Yoongi said. “They are jerks”

“Yes, they are,” Namjoon agreed.

“Who is your boyfriend?” Yoongi asked. “Do you mind telling me?”

“He’s a senior,” Namjoon said turning scarlet. “His name is Seokjin”

“Oh, I know him,” Yoongi said.

Seokjin was one of those ridiculously good looking seniors that girls loved. When Yoongi had first seen him he was a little overcome by how handsome he was. Even though girls adored him he would never so much as even glance at them leading most people to believe that Seokjin felt he was too good looking for the girls in the school.

But now Yoongi knows why.

“For how long?” Yoongi asked.

“About a year now,” Namjoon answered.

“Cute,” Yoongi said making Namjoon laugh.

“What about you?” Namjoon asked. “Girlfriend?”

Yoongi shook his head no.

“I don’t feel like dating anyone,” he said in a way that was convincing enough for Namjoon to not ask him any questions and Yoongi was particularly grateful.

“I should leave now,” Namjoon said. “I have to meet Seokjin”

Yoongi grinned a little.

“Enjoy yourself but don’t get too freaky”

“Yoongi,” Namjoon whined turning red and Yoongi just laughed as Namjoon left him all alone in the living room and then Yoongi let out a little sigh because now he was alone which meant he would start thinking and that was something that he had been running away from.

He was 16 and he had never felt so confused in his entire life.

He had begun noticing that when he had turned 13 boys around him had only one thing in their mind and that was girls.

They talked about girls and had crushes. They were fascinated by the bizarre creatures that were women.

But not Yoongi.

He didn’t have a stash of magazines with scantily clad girls nor did he ever had the slightest interest in watching porn like everyone else (including Jimin were so into)

He didn’t want to impress girls nor kiss them.

To put in simple words he just didn’t want anything to do with them.

At first, Yoongi didn’t take much notice but now he felt he was a freak for not liking girls. He didn’t want to be one so he tried his best as he looked at pictures of naked women and porn on the internet but he felt nothing at all.

At that point, Yoongi had just given up but the thought that he was weird but it still bothered him in the back of his mind. He felt like he never past his girls are gross phase. Especially now that even Jimin wanted to set him up with girls but he didn’t find himself having even the slightest interest in dating any of them.

Maybe he still hadn’t found the right girl that would turn his whole life around the moment he saw her walking down the street and he would fall in love and live happily ever after.

Yoongi at least hoped that was the case.

His phone buzzed distracting him.

It was Jimin



How was the date?

We made out

For real?

Yup, it was quite fun

Where are you now?

Victoria’s, her parents aren’t home


Chill, her parents own some good whiskey and we decided to get drunk

Uh fine. But it’s a school night

Yoongi, learn to live a little

Yoongi decided not to reply leaving Jimin on read as he went upstairs and finished his homework before eating a dinner of microwaved lasagna and then watching Netflix until his parents got home and he went to bed.

That night he saw a dream. It was very vivid. He was standing in a field wearing a white shirt and jeans and on the other end was Jimin dressed identically and suddenly they were running towards each other until they fell down on the ground and Yoongi was on top of Jimin looking into his eyes and for a moment he could hear Jimin’s shallow breaths until Yoongi pressed his lips onto Jimin’s kissing him softly and feeling Jimin’s soft hands on his face.

Yoongi felt like he was in heaven not caring at all as he kissed Jimin when he was woken up by the obnoxious sound of his alarm.

He sat up scared and sweating over the dream he had. The worst part was this wasn’t the first time. But for his own sanity, Yoongi had convinced himself that every teenager had dreams of kissing their best friend one time or another even though he was pretty sure they didn’t.

Not pondering it over too much Yoongi showered and brushed his teeth and ate a breakfast of toast only to get a text from Jimin telling him that he won’t pick up Yoongi, so Yoongi took the bus to school instead and reached just in time for his first class.

Yoongi didn’t see Jimin until lunch time and then he spotted him sitting next to Victoria laughing with all of those loud obnoxious people that Yoongi never liked.

Yoongi almost turned around to leave when Jimin began waving at him.

Yoongi reluctantly went up to the table and saw Kayla stiffen.

“Hey,” he said.

“Sit with us,” Jimin said

Yoongi looked at all of their faces and everyone except for Kayla and Jimin didn’t look happy on seeing Yoongi.

“I… have to like catch up with the music kids,” Yoongi said. “See you later”

Jimin nodded and Kayla gave him a little wave as he left. Maybe Kayla wasn’t that bad and he would have dated her if he liked girls Yoongi thought.

Yoongi decided to sit with Namjoon and his friends that he briefly knew.

Hoseok who was also a junior like Yoongi was a loud but nice hearted kid and Yoongi found him too much to bear sometimes but he still liked him. Taehyung was a sophomore and Hoseok’s boyfriend as Namjoon had told him since Yoongi didn’t mind gay people. Lastly, there was Jungkook the shy freshman who always had very little to talk.

They were also joined by Seokjin who was probably the nicest person Yoongi had met in their school.

Every time Jimin was a little too busy Yoongi hung out with Namjoon and his friends instead and he liked them a lot.

Yoongi was glad he had found his little group of friends.

It had been 4 months since Victoria and Jimin had started dating.

4 months of Jimin acting stupidly in love and having little to no time left for Yoongi and Yoongi have persistent dreams of him kissing Jimin to the point that it was worrying him.

He was currently sat in his bedroom his laptop open as he typed in

Am I gay?

A million results of quizzes and people asking the same question popped up and for a moment Yoongi felt relieved that he wasn’t the only one who questioned his sexuality,

Though Yoongi was convinced he couldn’t be gay,

He shut his laptop and lied down on his bed slowly falling asleep.

He was awakened only when his phone was ringing too close to his ears.

It was Jimin.

Yoongi picked up.

“I called you 10 times,” Jimin yelled.

“I was asleep,”

Jimin sniffed.

“Jiminie are you crying?”

“No,” Jimin croaked.

“Yes, you are,”

Jimin didn’t reply.

“Where are you?” Yoongi asked.

“At Jefferson Park,” he said.

Yoongi immediately cut the call and grabbed his jacket heading to the park which was about 15 minutes away from his home and he managed to find Jimin sitting on one of the swings.

“Jimin,” Yoongi said.

Jimin hugged him and began crying dampening Yoongi’s shirt.

“What happened?” Yoongi asked.



“She cheated and we broke up,”

“Oh,” Yoongi said rubbing Jimin’s back as he cried.

“Shush, it’s gonna be fine,”

Jimin sniffed his head buried into Yoongi’s chest and Yoongi couldn’t help but think about the countless dreams he had where Jimin was cuddled up to him.

“No one loves me,” Jimin said.

“I do,” Yoongi said.

Jimin looked up from his teary eyes and then out of nowhere kissed Yoongi and then they both realized what had happened.

“I…” Jimin said and then got up running away from Yoongi leaving him alone wondering what in the actual fuck had happened.

Yoongi too made his way to home more confused than he had ever been because he just had his first kiss with his best friend and he had liked it but was he even gay? Was Jimin gay?

Yoongi’s head was hurting and he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The next day was Sunday and Yoongi decided to meet Namjoon at a café.

They both got their coffees and sat down.

“So,” Yoongi said.


“Jimin kissed me yesterday,”

Namjoon almost spat his coffee out.

“What the…”

“Yeah,” Yoongi said. “He broke up with his girlfriend and he was crying and he kissed me”


“He ran away,”


Yoongi sipped his coffee.



“I have a question,”


“How did you know you were gay?”

Namjoon looked a little taken aback.

“I just knew because girls weren’t as appealing and I found myself looking at boys and then after meeting Seokjin I just knew that I was um gay,”

“Oh,” Yoongi said. “Because I think I am gay”



“Because Jimin kissed you,”

“No, I never liked girls,”

“So you like boys?”


“How does that make you gay?”

“I like Jimin,”

“Like as in like?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah,” Yoongi quietly answered. “I think…I think I do”

“So you liked the kiss?”

“Considering it was my first kiss it wasn’t that bad,”

“You never kissed someone until yesterday?”

Yoongi shook his head no looking down as he felt Jimin’s lips on his and just how many emotions he had felt at that time.

“Is Jimin gay?”


“Then why did he kiss you?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi answered.

“Did you guys talk after that?”

“No,” Yoongi answered.

He was too scared to text Jimin.

“You should,”


“Damn out of all people Min Yoongi was the last person I thought could be gay,”

“What makes you say that?”

“I don’t know,” Namjoon said as Yoongi checked his phone and his heart flipped a little when he saw Jimin had texted him.

“Jimin told me to meet him at Jefferson Park again,”

“Go,” was all Namjoon said. “You need to figure out what’s happening”

Yoongi nodded as he got up leaving the café and walking to the park. Since it was a bright afternoon the park had a lot of kids and Jimin was sat on one of the benches.

Yoongi walked up to Jimin.

Jimin forced a smile as Yoongi sat next to him.

“About yesterday,” he began. “I am sorry Yoongi”

Before Yoongi could say anything he continued.

“It was just me being emotional. I didn’t mean to kiss you. It just happened,”

Yoongi nodded.

“You are my best friend Yoongi,” Jimin said. “And a boy and it’s just I didn’t mean it like that”

“I am sorry,” he said again.

“It’s…its fine,” Yoongi said.

Jimin smiled and then hugged Yoongi but Yoongi pulled away quickly because the last thing he wanted was Jimin to touch him.

“I…,” he said. “I have to go, piano practice”

With that, he walked back home and locked himself in his room before he let a few tears slip because he had come to the awful realization that he liked Jimin more than he thought he did and that he was definitely gay.

But he knew Jimin didn’t want to kiss boys.


2 months had gone by since Jimin and Yoongi had kissed and things weren’t the same at all.

Victoria and Jimin had got back together and he had asked her to prom. To distract Yoongi from this sad news Namjoon and Seokjin took him to a gay bar using fake IDs but that ended as a disaster because Yoongi was an emotional drunk who cried about Jimin to random strangers.

Jimin and he barely talked anymore and they were like strangers now which hurt Yoongi because the last thing that he had thought that he would lose his best friend. Even his mom noticed but until now Yoongi had successfully managed to evade any kind of question about Jimin lying about why they barely hung out anymore.

But the damage was done.

“There are so many other boys Yoongi,” Seokjin said to him.

But they weren’t Jimin, Yoongi thought. He only liked Jimin.

He watched with a heavy heart every time he saw Jimin and Victoria around school or at places making out because it reminded him too much of the kiss that he so desperately wanted to forget. He was being stupid because Jimin looked like he was loving life being with Victoria and Yoongi probably never crossed his mind.

It hurt him to think about it but he had to learn to live with it.

He had even decided to not go to prom but since Namjoon and Seokjin forced him to he decided he would do it only for their sake and made an effort to get a rental tuxedo for the special night.

They had all piled up in Seokjin’s SUV with Hoseok and Taehyung sitting in the back and Yoongi sitting with Jungkook who wasn’t the quiet boy he used to be when Yoongi had first met him. Now they talked a lot and Yoongi really liked the boy and how he talked about his dreams to Yoongi that he would only ever confide with Yoongi. He liked the fact that the younger saw him as an older brother.

They reached the venue and Yoongi sighed with a heavy heart bracing himself to see Jimin towed with Victoria dancing.

They walked in and people were already dancing though there was no sign of Jimin yet as Yoongi leaned against the wall sipping punch.

Beside him, Namjoon and Seokjin stood close though they weren’t dancing because they still didn’t want anyone in their school to know nor did Taehyung and Hoseok who were simply content with holding hands in a discreet manner.

Just then Jimin walked in looking as breathtaking as ever his recently dyed blonde hair styled to perfection and his arm around Victoria.

Yoongi looked away and Jungkook gave him a concerned look but he managed to smile and sip his punch.

He looked again and Jimin and Victoria were dancing a little too closely gazing into each others’ eyes dreamily and Yoongi’s heart broke just a little as he saw their foreheads touch and Jimin smiled.

Yoongi had enough as he walked out of the venue and straight to the small lawn and sat down on the cement benches. He was alone except for a couple who were making out and Yoongi was pretty sure they didn’t even notice him as he sat down wallowing in self-pity and sorrow. Coming to prom was a very bad idea. He couldn’t wait to get home.

Just then he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He expected Namjoon or maybe even Jungkook but he was more than surprised when it was Jimin.

“Yoongi,” Jimin said.

When Yoongi didn’t say anything Jimin’s face fell but he sat down next to Yoongi anyway.

“Why are you here?” Yoongi finally asked. “Victoria must be inside waiting”

“She can wait a little longer,” Jimin said.

“Do you have something to say?”


“What is it?”

“I miss you, Yoongi,”

There was a long pause.

“I miss you too,”

“Why can’t we be like before?”

“I don’t know,” Yoongi said in a hushed voice.

“I know,”

“You do?” Yoongi asked.

“The kiss,” Jimin said. “It changed something”


“I think we both know that,”


“The kiss taught me something,”

“What do you mean?”

“I am saying that the kiss changed what we have,”

“We barely talk,” Yoongi said.

“Not just that,” Jimin said.


“When I kissed you Yoongi, I felt something a spark inside my stomach. It’s something that I’ve never felt when I kissed Victoria or any other girl,”

“So you don’t regret the kiss anymore?”


“Why not?”

“It told me something that I was too scared to know,”


“I like you Yoongi,”

Yoongi could feel himself getting angry.

“Stop joking Jimin, it’s not funny,”

“I mean it Yoongi,” he said in a calm voice. “I like you in a way that I would like to date you and kiss you”

“What the…”

“Can I?” Jimin asked. “I am sorry but would you give me a chance”

“Are you being serious?”

“Yoongi, I always hid from who I truly am and after that kiss, it became harder to escape from it because all I could think about was that kiss we had and how much I wished we could do it again,”

Yoongi couldn’t reply anything.

“I am gonna kiss you,” Jimin said. “Tell me if you don’t want to”

Yoongi instead just leaned in and kissed Jimin and he could feel Jimin smile as they kissed and Yoongi could feel a fire burning in the pits of his stomach as he never wanted to stop but they did now their foreheads touching as they smiled.

“I like you too,” Yoongi said.

“Wanna go inside?” Jimin asked. “It’s cold here”

Yoongi nodded.

“We can dance too,”


“I don’t care what they think about me,” Jimin said. “Not anymore”

Yoongi who smiled grabbed Jimin’s hand and walked in his heart fluttering just a little.

He finally had an answer to the question that he had always bothered him.

Boys can kiss boys.

Negan imagines -The Blame Part 9

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

A/N: Doesn’t it feel good to be back?! I have missed this fic and I have missed The Walking Dead. I am so excited for this half of the season and so excited to see where I can take this fic :) So Happy Valentine’s day sweeties and I hope this is okay for y’all :)

Catch up here (Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)(Part 5)(Part 6)(Part 7)(Part 8)

Overall Summary: You’re the one who accidentally led the Saviours to the group cause Negan has an interest in you. Rick’s daughter.

In this chapter: Living with Negan has some conditions. Some conditions you’re not too happy with…

Pairing: Negan x reader, Father!Rick x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1,622

Warnings: Explicit language, Negan being Negan, 

Your fingers circled over Negan’s chest as it rose and fell with his shallow breathing. He had his eyes closed in bliss and his arm wrapped around you. 

“Negan?” You whispered. Negan hummed in response. However before you could ask what you wanted, a knock on the door interrupted you. 

“What?!” Negan called from his bed. The door opened and in came Dwight along with two other of Negan’s men. 

“Sir. Sorry, Sir.” One of the men apologised as they had interrupted. Negan climbed from the bed and pulled on his jeans. 

“What’s so damn important you just had to interrupt when I specifically said not to?” Negan asked, he tossed you one of his shirts as he had ripped your own and then picked your panties off the floor. He threw them at you with a hearty chuckle.

“Negan.” Dwight reminded him that they had news. 

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I hate that I love you - Jack Wilder Imagine

Prompt: Reader is an FBI Special Agent who arrests the four Horsemen along with Agent Fuller after they robbed the bank. Unfortunately Reader has met Jack before and they develop a love-hate-relationship.

Authors note: So this is the first imagine I´m putting up on this blog. I had this idea in my head for quite a long time now and I finally wrote it. It got pretty long tho so I forced myself to stop at one point. Since I´m having a lot more ideas for this story there´s probably gonna be a Part 2. I´m sorry for any typos but its currently 4am and I just spent about 3 hours on this so I don’t really feel like editing it right now. I hope whoever reads this likes it tho.

Fandom: Now you see me

Pairing: Jack Wilder x Reader

Warning: There´s like one cuss word 

Word Count:  1.622

„Alright, let´s get those magicians”, I said to Agent Fuller and the rest of our team. We were at the Aria Hotel ready to arrest the so called Horsemen for robbing a bank at their show last night. I had to admit that I thought Fuller was just messing with me when he told me about them. I mean magicians? C´mon these guys are entertainers. However it didn´t matter what they are. What matters is that they somehow managed to rob a bank in Paris from a Las Vegas stage in less than 10 minutes.  We were standing in front of their door silently nodding at each other and then I kicked the door open.

 “FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Fuller and I screamed at the same time. I don’t know what I was expecting but definitely not this. The Horsemen didn’t even flinch. It was as if they were already expecting us. Merritt McKinney was lying on a couch reading and not even bothering to put his book down. It took Agent Fuller to scream at him again so that he let the book rest on his chest and held his hands up. Daniel Atlas was standing at the window with a deck of cards in his hands. At least he put his hands up even though I did not like that smug look on his face. Jack Wilder was what it looked like sleeping on a chair with his feet on a table. I walked over to him with my gun pointed at his chest as he put his hands in the air. He looked rather bored but as soon as he saw me a grin spread on his face.

 “(Y/N), good to see you again. Look, about that last-“ “It´s Agent (Y/L/N) to you”, I cut him off. “C´mon are we really going to the last name calling? It´s not like I don´t know you.” The other Agents gave me questioning looks I simply decided to ignore. I hadn’t told them that I knew Jack Wilder. After all it was none of their business.

 I met him on my way home a few weeks ago when he `accidentally` bumped into me and wanted to apologize by showing me a little card trick. I like magicians and on top of that he was very handsome so I let him. He told me to pick a card, put it back into the deck and then he started to shuffle it.

 “I´m Jack by the way.” His smile was contagious. “(Y/N)” I replied while he cut the deck with one hand and one card shot out of the middle right into his hand. “Is this your card?” I couldn’t help but grin at him. “This is a phone number.” “Yeah it is and you´re free to keep it” His smile was actually the cutest one I had seen in a very long time.  “You know, you said you were going to show me a card trick to make up for bumping into me. You still don´t know what my card was though so I guess I can´t call you because you didn´t keep your promise which doesn´t change anything about you being that asshole who almost made me fall onto the ground and I´m afraid you being so utterly handsome still doesn´t make up for it.” I crossed my arms smiling at him and waiting for his next move.

 He did look surprised for a split second but his grin didn’t vanish. “Well, if you insist.” With a swift movement of his hand the phone number turned into my card - the ace of hearts – with the slight difference of a number being written across the middle of it. “Now, was this your card?” A laugh escaped my lips and I grabbed the card saying: “I guess it was even though I like this version much better.” He wasn´t that much taller than me but that didn’t change the fact that he was looking down at me with a huge smile across his lips. He was just about to say something opening his mouth but I grabbed his wrist and put it quite high on his back. My smile had faded and so had his. Instead he looked pretty shocked. 

“Woah, hey, hold on, hold on.” I kept quiet for a little longer wanting to hear his excuse. “Were you just trying to steal my wallet?” I asked him not very friendly. Yes, he was handsome and yes, I did enjoy that little flirt but I would not let him steal from me. “What? Why would you think that? I-“ I cut him off getting tired of this. “I´m going to stop you right there. I am an FBI Special Agent and I don’t like it when the bad guys are lying to me. Are you doing this to all the girls? Now listen to me very closely. I will let go of you and you won´t run away, do you understand?” He made a huffed noise which I took as a yes. I let go of his arms and he turned around to face me. 

“What? No apology?” I asked arms crossed once again. “You´re from the FBI?” He asked in awe and I had to keep myself of smiling at him because he just looked too cute with disbelief plastered all over his face. “Does that sound like an apology to you?” I must have looked intimidating because after a few seconds of staring at him he sighed and opened his mouth for what I was expecting an apology. “I´m sorry, (Y/N), but I didn’t try to steal anything from you.” That made me raise up my eyebrows. He was actually going to stick to that story. I knew exactly that he wanted to steal my wallet and yet here he stood telling me he didn’t. Pathetic. 

 “Don´t lie to me, Jack. I know what you were about to do but I´m FBI. I don’t deal with pick-pocketers and it´s been a long day so I really wish this wouldn´t have happened. I like you, Jack, and trust me I would´ve called but whatever. Just go now.” His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Are you serious?” “I am but if I ever see you again I promise you I will put you in handcuffs.” A smile started to form on his face and I couldn´t help but smile back. Even if it was just a small smile. “Either way it was still a pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” “Wish I could say the same thing about you, Jack.” With a last smile and a wink he turned around and walked away.

 And that´s the story of how I met Jack Wilder. I didn´t know he was one of the Four Horsemen but when Fuller showed me their faces I thought one of them looked oddly familiar and when he told me his name was Jack Wilder I immediately recognized him as the guy who had tried to steal my wallet weeks ago. I had to admit that it was nice seeing his face again. The circumstances weren´t so nice though. 

“Like I said, it´s Agent (Y/L/N).” Just in that moment Henley Reeves appeared at the stairs putting on her jacket causing almost all Agents to point their weapons at her. “Do one of you guys mind giving as a hand with our bags?” She asked while she put her hands up. I didn´t like the tone of her voice but it wouldn´t be of any use to call her out on it so I just focused my attention back to Jack. “Let`s go”, Fuller said and I grabbed Jacks arms making him stand up so I could put him into handcuffs. 

“Last time we saw each other you did promise me you would put me into handcuffs, I just thought my charm would prevent you from doing so and instead you´d go on an actual date with me”, he said while I walked him out of the hotel room and led him downstairs. “Shut up, Wilder.” I couldn´t have him talk to me like that in front of my fellow agents or they would start questioning my authority. “No, I´m serious. I really wanted to ask you out but then that happened. I guess some would say it was the universe that brought us here together once again, don´t you think so?” He was messing with me just like McKinney was messing with Fuller but somehow he managed to get the idea of going on a date with him into my head and I couldn´t stop thinking about it. “I said shut the fuck up!” “Hey, no need to scream. I was just stating the fact that I find you very attractive, alright. However I already made myself clear about that last time, didn´t I?”

 These Horsemen had all of this planned, I could feel it. None of them were surprised or showed even the slightest change of emotion when we entered their room and now they were all talking to us as if we were not arresting them. Something was going on and I did not like it. When I sat back in the car next to Fuller he was giving me a questioning look. “Drive.” I didn´t feel like talking right now especially because I knew that he wanted to talk about Jack Wilder and if I did I might accidentally tell him something I didn´t want to speak out loud. Jack Wilder had been spinning around my head since the day I first met him and seeing him again like this didn´t make things any easier for me. God forbid when I need to interrogate him.

Eight years pt. 3 (M)

A/N- Hi, thank you everyone for your kind words and for following the series. I would also like to thank admin Cabam for helping me with the storey line, your a doll. I love you :) The smuts for you ;)

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This scenario contains sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! Also it got a little kinky, I don’t know what’s a little though…


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“Please, Y/N. I love you.”

Where they not the words you wanted to her since you had meet Jungkook? Yeah, they were but they’re a decade late… Where was he when you cried to your mom about being in love with the oblivious idiot. How were you even meant to react? Did you even still love him? You stood there gobsmacked at his confession.

“Mr Jeon, what are you doing here?” Hoseok asks as he walks up the hall to your door. Jungkook never takes his eyes off of yours.

“I had to speak with Y/N urgently.” You can’t take your eyes off of his either. What should you do? Go with Hoseok, or talk to Jungkook. Both men standing in front of you. The past came flooding into your heart, the pain he caused you. He didn’t even notice, did he even care? It was his turn to see you walk away.

“I think we can handle this tomorrow, or Monday Mr Jeon.” You grab your coat and phone, closing the door behind you. Jungkook looks hurt, now he knows how you felt all those years ago. Hoseok let’s you walk in front of him, his had landing on the small of your back.

Your date with Hoseok was great. He was legit sunshine. His laugh, his smile, the way he was so passionate about his work, it was so attractive. It was probably the best date you have ever had, but sadly your mind was still on a certain someone. Jungkook. 

He just wouldn’t stop invading your life lately. He was every where. The one place you felt safe, home, was now over taken by his sad face, and love confession. All you could think about was he actually tell you the truth. Did he love you?

You didn’t have sex with Hoseok. You didn’t feel it would be fair from him or Jungkook, or you. You needed to get your little shit of emotions together. Could you been in a relationship with Jungkook, is that what he wanted. Or did he want a quick fuck? There was a lot of questions to be answered, but once you open them there is no turning back.

Monday morning came way to quickly for your likely. You were nervous to say the least. Will it be awkward with Jungkook? Most definitely. You got dressed in your usual work attire, a tight black pencil skirt and a white blouse. Paired with black heels and your trench coat. You leave for work, your stomach in churning. Your first meeting was with Jungkook, your whole day was with Jungkook.

You go straight to Jungkook’s office to start your day. You say hello to his a assistant.

“He’s in a horrible mood today.” She in forms you. Well shit…. 

You knock his office door and walk in. He’s his back turned to you, texting someone. He turns and gestures you to take a seat, you do. It’s a few minutes later when he finally speaks.

“We have a meeting with the Lee’s in thirty minutes. Be ready.” He doesn’t even look at you. He can’t seriously be mad that you went out with Hoseok. He was there ready to take you out, you couldn’t say no. You dismiss your self and get ready for the meeting.

When the meeting started, Jungkook usual sits at the top of the table, but not today. He sat beside you. Which kinda killed you, because he was so beautiful. You never realised how much you missed him. He was your everyday for years, cutting that off killed you. Right now you just wanted to hug him, hear what he has to say, cry…. It was painful to see the once bubble of happiness, was now a cold stare that wouldn’t look your way.

When it came to your last meeting of the day, Jungkook only talked to you about work that was it. He didn’t even say good bye back to you when you were leaving. Tears were beginning to sting your eyes. You fled from the building, taking a huge gasp of air when you finally got out the door. Your phone started to ring, you didn’t even lot a the caller ID. You just answered.

“Hello?” You said trying not to sound like your about to cry.

“Y/N, thank god you answered. Our baby sitter cancelled on us and we need to leave for the ball in less then 20 minutes. Could you save us and baby sit the kids?” Seokjin asked he sounded desperate. 

“Of course I will. I’ll be there 10.” You hang up the phone and get in a taxi.

When you get to the door, you didn’t even knock and the door is flying open.

“”Thank you so much Y/N, you’re a life saver.” Seokjin says, as he helps his very pregnant wife out the door.

“We called a friend to help you with the two of them, there a handful for just one person.” Moonbyul shouts from the car.

“Okay thank you, have a good time.” You wave them off and close the door. You take your heels off your shoes and walk into the kids play room. Jinyoung and Mark jump up to greet you. You often minded them for Seokjin and Moonbyul. You were playing with them on the floor when the doorbell rang. You got up with the boys, you guessed this was your helping hand. You open the door… well shit.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” You ask opening the door wider to let him in.

“Kookie!” Both the boys shout and jump on Jungkook.

“Hey guys, It’s been a while.” He hugs both boys tight. The sight makes you think, what if it was you and Jungkook who had kids, were married, were happy… 

“Jin called me, he said you would need help with the boys.” He puts the boys down. “How about we go play.” Jungkook runs off with the boys. You decide to make them their dinner, you hadn’t eaten since lunch. So you were starving. You made do with what they had in their fridge. Whipping up a chicken stir fry.

“Boys, dinner!” You shout from the kitchen door. They come running in screaming, they take there seats. Jungkook just stands in the door way.

“I made you some too.” You say pointing to the plate on the table. You take your seat beside Jingyound and Jungkook across from you with Mark. Jinyoung was only three so you helped him eat his food. You could see Jungkook staring at you. It was intimidating.

After dinner the boys had made quite a mess eating, so you run them a bath. They played happily with there toys, splashing about, getting your blouse drenched. You and Jungkook dry the boys and put them to bed. Jungkook sings to them, your heart literally melted. You both leave them to sleep, and you go to wash the kitchen up. You don’t hear Jungkook walk in, until he’s putting his lips to your hear.

“You should probably change your shirt, I can see through it.” You whirl around. You had forgotten that you fot wet and that your blouse was white. You smack his arm.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You ask, covering yourself with your arms.

“I wanted to see your bra.” He smirks. “It’s very pretty on you, you look… sexy.” He bites his lip. Fuck well now your panties are soaked too.

“Pervert.” You mumble under your breathe. You go and try to find a jumper of Jins you could wear. When you got back Jungkook was sitting on the couch watching the t.v. You sit on the other end of the couch.

“Jungkook, I um.. I’m sorry about Friday.” Jungkook wenches at the thought. 

“You don’t have to be. Was he able to satisfy your desire to have me touch you.” He snaps, obviously annoyed with you.

“I didn’t have sex with Hoseok and even if I did I have no reason to be sorry. I did nothing wrong. Your the one that just dropped a bomb like that.” You snap back.

“I dropped the bomb? You the one that said you loved me since we were little first, why can’t I do the same. I did, I do!” He shouts back. Your both to heated, that you didn’t notice Jin and Moonbyul walk in.

“Is everything okay?” Seokjin says, catching your attention. You stand up and make your way to the hall.

“Yeah of course. I’ll see you guys later.” You hug them both and grab all your stuff and leave. Your walking down the street to get a taxi, when you hear your name being called. You know it’s Jungkook, you can’t let him see the tears that are beginning to fall. Crying for him like you were eight years ago. You get in the taxi leaving Jungkook on the pavement, he was so close.

Work today fro you was much like yesterday, but this time it was you who was the quite one. Jungkook was respecting you at work, leaving you be. It wasn’t till you were cleaning up after the meeting that Jungkook spoke up. It was just you and him in his office.

“Y/N, let’s talk.” He says softly. You nod your head no and start to leave with your files. Jungkook rushes over from his desk and stands in front of the door. “Please, please just talk to me. Seeing you sad is killing me.” You look up at him, you can see the regret on his face.

“I have a meeting Sir.” You walk past him, opening the door and leaving. You weren’t ready. And not at work. 

It had been such a long day, you couldn’t wait to go home, eat take out and catch up on some dramas. As you walked out it started to rain very heavy, you groaned with no taxis in sight you start to walk, getting drenched. A black lamborghini pulls up in front of you, the window goes down.

“Y/N, get in. I’ll take you home.” Jungkook says with a smile.

“No, I can walk.” You bluntly say and start to walk in the direction of your home.

“Y/N, get in the car!” Jungkook shouts following you with his car. The rain is dripping down your face, your coat has failed you it soaked through.

“No!” You shout back continuing to walk home. Jungkook pulls over. He gets out of his car and runs over to you, his hair is already dripping wet. He steps in front of you.

“Jeon Jungkook are you crazy! Your suit is ruined now!” You shout at him for being so careless about his expensive suit.

“Yes I must be crazy, because I’m so madly in love with you and I keep letting you walk away from me. But that’s it!” He takes cups your face and kisses you. It takes you a moment before you start to move your lips against his, its passionate. It’s what you’ve wanted his your were fourteen, to kiss Jeon Jungkook. You put one hand on his neck and one hand in his hair, deepening the kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground slightly. You both pull apart, resting his fore head against yours, he smiles.

“I’ve wanted to do that forever.” He kisses your nose, setting you back on the ground.

“Me too.” You giggle.

“Can I take you home.” He asks. 

“Yes.” He takes your hand and guides you to the car. Opening the car door for you, you slide in and he goes to the drivers side, talking his seat.

Jungkook doesn’t take you to your apartment, he takes you to his. As soon as he closes the door to his apartment, he’s kissing you. Taking off your wet clothes and his. He tears your coat and blouse off, still in a heated kiss. You kick off your heels, and push his suit jacket off and start to unbutton his shirt. He starts to walk you backwards to his bedroom. You finally get his shirt unbuttoned, pushing it off his broad shoulders. He pushes your skirt up your thighs, so he can lift you up. He has a firm grip on your ass, you wrap your legs around his waist.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He smiles into the kiss, you can’t help but smile back. As he walks you through his apartment to get to his bedroom, you kiss down his neck. You make sure to leave marks where people can’t see them tomorrow in work. He sets you down on the queen sized bed. You back up till your in the middle of the bed, Jungkook crawls up you, leaving kisses and marks all up your stomach and breasts. He flips you over so your on laying on your belly, he unzips your skirt and yanks it down and pulls it off you. Leaving you in your black lacy lingerie. Jungkook bends down to kiss your ass and.. did he just bite it… Yep! You moan loudly, as he continues to grope, bite, kiss and smack your ass. It was so passionate, hot and kinky. Did you say kinky, cause it was hella kinky… not that you minded tho. He unclasps your bra and turns you back around.

“God, do you even know how much I dreamed about this?” He throws your bra away. He leans down to take your breast in his mouth, tugging on the nipple and sucking, while his fingers play with the other. Your a moaning mess under him. He starts to slid down your body, kissing down till he reaches your panties. He looks up at you and smirks. He starts to pull your panties down with his teeth, maintaining eye contact with you, fuck this boy has no mercy. 

“Baby girl, you’re so wet already.” Jungkook smirks up at you from between your thighs. He kissed your thighs, then finally he kisses your pussy. He starts to lick up and down your slit, making your hips buck up into his face. But he holds your hips down with one hand. “Don’t do that baby girl.”

“Sorry daddy.” Your eyes widen by that slip of the tongue, you put your hand over your mouth.

“Did you just call me daddy?” Jungkook says, stopping his tongue.

“Mhmm…. no.” You giggle. Jungkook chuckles.

“You can’t take it back now. And anyway, I like being your daddy.” He has a cocky ass smirk on his face, you love it. He starts to eat you out again. Slipping two fingers into your core, thrusting them in and out of you. He’s sucking on your clit, while his free hand massages your breast. Your moaning his name, along with his new claimed bed name. No one has ever made you feel as good as Jungkook is right now, hes making you cum so fast, you’ll get whiplash. Once hes finished licking up your cum, he takes off his pants and boxers, sighing in relief that the tight fabric is off, letting his erection spring free. He’s bigger then you thought.

“Fuck your so sexy.” You say, pulling him flush against you, grinding your hips up into him, making him groan. You both kiss, as he starts to push in your folds. He kisses down your jaw, as he waits for you to stretch to his size. He starts to move, kissing your sweet spot on your neck. He’s not pounding into like you thought he would. It’s passionate, slow, like he’s savouring every movement, every touch.

“I love you.” He puts his fore head to yours, looking into your eyes, as he fuck you deep and slow. Each thrust is hitting your g-spot each time, making your orgasm hit you. A wave of pleasure falling over the both of you. Your walls tighten around his member, making him cum inside you, his seed filling you up. He continues to thrust into you, riding out both your highs. He collapses on top of you, both of you panting from your orgasms. Your running your fingers through his hair, as he kisses your neck.

“I love you, too.” 

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Me and @xnoctits​ used to joke about Noct being a pillow princess but then she had to go and catch feelings for him which in turn lead us to giving him better sex headcanons. I for one will always remember Pillow Princess Noct. Gone But Not Forgotten. RIP. January 2017 – March 2017 (Or whenever this woman caught them feels officially lmao).

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You make me crazy - Zach Dempsey

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“(Y/N) it’s time to go! Otherwise you’ll miss the game!” your mom shouted from down the stairs. Your boyfriend had an important basketball game and you had to be there. Your Boyfriend was the tall and handsome Zachary Dempsey, number one star player of the basketball team. Zach trained almost every day in the school’s gym, he was very determined when it came to basketball.

You put on your converse and make your way down school. You were wearing one of Zach’s old basketball shirts. He loved it when you wore those, he liked the idea of everybody knowing you were his. It was 10 minutes before the game begun so you ran to the gym almost tripping over a stupid stone. You found your friends on the bleachers already shouting at the team.

“ Hey guys!”

“ You made it! Zach asked us 5 times where you were, I think he was close to having a panic attack.” Clay told you

You looked at your boyfriend a threw him a kiss so he knew everything was alright. It just took you so long because tonight was a big game. If our team won they won the championship and you were planning a special night with your boy if he played good, and if they won of course. You did your hair, put on a little extra make-up and last but not least you were wearing a new lace bodysuit.

Zach scored point after point after point, he really was on fire today. You were supporting your boyfriend more than anyone.


The team won, we’re champions! Everybody ran on the field celebrating with the players, you were searching for Zach in the crowd when you suddenly got picked up an turned around.

“Babe we won, I was on fire!” he screamed while putting you back on the ground and kissing you passionately immediately after. “And you look incredible tonight, is that special for me?” he said with a wink

“You were so good Z, I’m so happy for you! But go shower cause your sweating is out of control.”

He gave you a last kiss and went to the showers as you told him.

You were waiting outside the boys locker room. Zach came out and picked you up again kissing you.  “So babe what do you want to do right now?”

“Well since you played so well I have a little surprise for you, but you have to put me down first.”

Zach put you on the ground, right in the moment you wanted to show him a piece of the lace covering your body you were interrupted by Bryce Walker

“Hey guys! Party at my place to celebrate the championship”

Zach answered immediately “We’ll be there!”

You looked up at Zach “Oh are we?”

Zach looked confused. “You always love parties, I didn’t think it was a problem”

You got on your toes, mostly because Zach was pretty tall, and whispered in his ear:

“Your babygirl is wearing brand new lacy underwear for her starplayer, to give him a treat tonight but a party is fine, I guess.”

Zach looked at you with big eyes, and started looking around. He pulled you with him to an empty classroom and started kissing you, one hand on your butt, one hand under your shirt, feeling the lace. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He started kissing your neck.

“You make me crazy babygirl, the shirt and the lace i can’t resist you like that” Zach whispered in your ear.

You pulled away. “Well I guess you have too because we have a party to go to, I’ll see you in 5 at your car, so you have time to let that bulge go away.” You said with a wink.

“No please y/n don’t tease me like that!”

“Too late daddy.” You said while leaving the room hearing Zach sigh.

As said Zach arrived at the car 5 minutes later. “Never ever do that again y/n” he said lightly frustrated.

“Are you sure you don’t just want to go home?” Zach askes when you arrived at the party.

You give him a sweet smile and start walking to Bryce’s house.

After 3 cups of vodka you started to get light in your head and you started to search for your boyfriend.

You saw him standing with his friend, it seemed like they had a serious conversation so you decided to listen for a while.

“It was a lace  bodysuit dude, lace, black lace. I have no idea how to control this girl, she can make want her in less than a second, no one had that effect on me ever before.”

Zach was talking about you, even tho you didn’t like the thought of Bryce knowing what you were wearing he said some positive things.

“Dude that’s so hot, how can you even stand here like you don’t want to pin her down.” Bryce said

You felt a little disgusted by Bryce saying that so you felt like it was time to intervene.

You jumped on his back and hugged him thightly. “Hey babe, I already started to miss you.”

You saw all the guys scanning your body but you just ignored it.

“Daddy, are you into your treat? Bryce must have some empty rooms” you whispered in his ear.

Without telling Zach just started to walk into Bryce’s house with you on his back. This night was going to be great, and you were so happy with the things you heard him say about you so you decided you were going to treat your boy extra good tonight.

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One Night...Mistake?

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: One night stand, smut (mentioned), alcohol. Swearing (as usual)

A/N: based off the single line prompt ‘it was a mistake, right?’ it didn’t even really feel like I wrote this one, the ‘reader’ character kind of wrote it for me. 

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Fuck this was bad. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was beyond bad. On a scale of 1 to 10 this was off the scale. You were in so much shit right now that you couldn’t even begin to think how to start shoveling your way out.

Silently you slid out of the bed, not your bed. Grabbing a shirt off the floor that also wasn’t yours. It belonged to the bed owner and your current biggest problem. Pulling the t-shirt on you did at least feel a bit more comfortable. Hell at least you weren’t naked anymore and that was as good a start as any.

You could just leave, after all he seemed to still be very soundly asleep. You could sneak out, go back to your own room and just try and forget the past 10 hours of drunken fuelled choices had ever happened. Denial was after all one of your main character strengths. It was entirely possible that he might not even remember what you’d both done last night.

Of course on the other hand if he did remember and you had run out on him before he even woke up… well that pretty much turned you into the biggest douche ever.

Unfortunately it didn’t seem like you were going to get a choice one way or another because while you had been stood there dithering over how big of a bitch you could be the man had turned over and opened one eye.

You froze, stuck in place as Bellamy opened the other eye as well staring at you in confusion. Eyes widening as he took in you stood there, naked apart from his shirt. He quickly lifted the sheet from his open body paling when he realised he was also fairly naked under there.

The same instinctive ‘oh fuck’ appeared on his face that had been on yours only moments before.

“Oh shit. Y/N… did we? I mean… crap”

You came back over to the bed sitting uncomfortably on the edge. “I guess we did”

“You don’t remember?”

That was a tricky question, because you kind of did remember certain aspects of last night. You remembered the party for Monty’s birthday. You remembered being handed shot after shot of moonshine that you’d somehow managed to drink without puking and you remembered being around Bellamy.

You and your best friend had stumbled back to his room singing loudly and giggling like children. He’d helped you into his room as you’d stumbled and nearly face planted the floor after tripping on your own feet. Then assisted you onto laying on his bed, mainly so you wouldn’t fall anymore and because the room was spinning like an amusement ride.

What you didn’t remember was how exactly the laughing and singing had changed to the two of you ripping each other’s clothes off with single minded purpose. You could remember the feel of Bellamy’s hands on your skin, slightly rough from the calluses on his palms. The heat of his mouth as he’d sucked the skin on your neck, biting to leave marks there.

“Do you remember?” you asked fighting the blush on your face.

“I remember” he admitted no longer looking at your face.

“It was a mistake” you said clutching at the bottom of his shirt. “We were drunk Bell. We both just made a mistake”

“A mistake?” he managed to drag his eyes back up to your face holding your embarrassed gaze for a moment. Suddenly you weren’t sure what he was going to do, or what he was going to say. He’d changed from the Bellamy you’d known since childhood into someone completely different. Then he shook his head and he was back. A smile slipping onto his face that you’d recognise anywhere. “Yeah sure Y/N, it was a mistake. You were drunk”

“We were drunk” you corrected.

“No” he got up grabbing his pants as your hastily averted your eyes. You were not going to let yourself have a peep show of his ass when you were still convincing yourself that last night was a mistake.

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean” he turned round running a hand through his hair trying to get it flat “that I wasn’t drunk”

“What? Of course you were, everyone was. You had all that moonshine as well”

Bellamy shook his head from in front of you. “No I didn’t”

“But I remember…” you trailed off as he stared at you.

“Think about it Y/N. How many of those shots do you remember me actually taking?”

You were thinking about it now. Desperately trying to get your hangover addled brain to conjure up images from last night’s party. Trying to place Bellamy in your memories with a glass of alcohol. Unfortunately though you couldn’t.

You had managed to down plenty, somehow always managing to find another shot in your hand, however not once could you manage to think of a time when Bellamy had had one as well.

In fact the more you thought about it the more of the party you were actually remembering. What you were remembering was not making you feel all that great about yourself as well.

“You were looking after me”

“Someone has to” he shrugged looking around his floor for his shirt then seemingly remembering you were wearing it sighing and sitting down opposite you on the only other piece of furniture in his room. A box.

“I was an ass” you muttered embarrassment ratching up a notch as you thought about how you’d abused him all night and not once had he left your side. He’d let you drink but he’d stopped any unwanted attention landing on you and all that singing you’d thought you’d done together well he’d laughed and listened to what was mainly just you screaming like a banshee.

“You’re not an ass, you were just having fun”

“No, no, wait” you held up one hand eyes flying up to meet his own. “Hang on a minute. I was drunk that much is very obvious but if you weren’t… if you knew what was happening… why did this…” you waved at the bed “why did we?”

Bellamy finally looked embarrassed a tinge of red touching his cheeks and the tops of his ears. “You were quite insistent and I… well I let myself be convinced” he paused “I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to take advantage while you were drunk, if you’re going to hate me now I’d understand”

“No Bell don’t” you got up quickly going over to him and dropping down to take his hand. “I’m not blaming you, trust me I remember quite clearly begging for you to…” you paused “well you know”

He laughed at that, it was soft and not very enthusiastic but even so it was a laugh and it was better than the guilt that had been on his face a moment before.

“I still don’t understand though. How did I convince you if you were sober?”

Bellamy was quiet for a long time as you sat on the floor watching him. Eventually he reached out for your hands, you gave them to him easily enough as he pulled you up to your feet, slowly pulling you forward so you were sat straddling his knees.

That feeling from last night was coming back to your body, the hangover in your brain receding under the heat of his eyes.

“You aren’t a mistake to me” he said trailing a finger over your jaw “you are never going to be a mistake to me”

“Oh” not the smartest thing you’d ever said but you were trying to compute exactly what he was saying.

You knew you loved Bellamy, you’d loved him since you were children and he’d given you the apple from his lunch because in his words you looked ‘scrawny’. What you hadn’t realised was that somewhere along the way that love of him had turned from friendship into something else entirely.

“Y/N?” he sounded nervous as he looked at you. “Have I ruined everything?”

You made a decision, not a particularly difficult decision granted, but it was a decision all the same. Placing a finger over his mouth you slid slightly further up on his knee so your chest was pressed against his own. “Bellamy”


“I’m still not wearing any panties”

A small smile came to his face as his hands moved down your sides. “Interesting tell me more”

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 9/?)

PART 1     PART 2    PART 3     PART 4    PART 5     PART 6     PART 7       PART 8

“What?”, Jessica asked confused.

Being the allergic to any nuts idiot I am I swallowed huge bite I took.

“Don’t swallow, spit it out!”, Monty shouted. 

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, as irrational laugh was my reaction to stress.

“You don’t usually say that to a girl, do you?”, I giggled. 

“Are you fucking serious?”

“What is going on?”, Jessica asked again. 

“She’s allergic to peanuts”, Justin answered and Jess’ face turned white.

“To the hospital. Now”, Montgomery grabbed me by my elbow and basically pushed me to the car. 

“You’ll skip your classes”, I said looking for adrenalin ampoules in my bag.

“You have weird piorities”, he mumbled. 

“You’re driving too fast”.

“I’m trying to get you to the hospital on time before you…”, he looked at me. “You’re already red on your face”.

“Fuck…”, I whispered. “I don’t have my adrenalin shots”, I closed my eyes and squizzed the bridge of my nose. 

“But you’re not gonna die here or anything, right?”

“No, I’m not. Probably”.

“You’re face is swelling”, Monty said.

“Well, that’s what happens when you’re allergic to peanuts and you eat them”, I started blinking fast as I felt tears in my eyes.

“Are you crying?”

“Yes, I am, I’m scared, Monty”, I sniffed. “It didn’t happen since I was three”.

We had to stop at red light, Monty took my hand and turned towards me.

“Y/N, it’ll be okay, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”, he looked me in the eyes concerned. I slowly nodded my head. “You probably should call your mum. Or your dad as he’s a doctor.”

The light changed for green, Montgomery released my hand and started driving again, I looked for my phone and called my dad.

“Honey, aren’t you in class?”, dad asked.

“Daddy, I kinda accidently ate peanut butter”, I said.

“What? How did it happen? You took adrenalin?”, I heard he got up from a seat and walked around the room.

“I… I don’t have it”, I sobbed. “But it’s okay, I’m on my way to the hospital”.

“You’re not telling me you’re driving, right?”

“Jesus, dad, no! A friend is driving me”.

“What friend? I’m on my way”.

“Montgomery. He’ll probably need doctor’s note as he skips classes”.

Monty rolled his eyes, probably ready to make a comment about priorities.

“I’ll give him one, don’t worry about that. I’ll see you at hospital”.

“Bye dad”, I hung up. “How bad does it look?”, I asked Monty.

“You’re a little red and swollen, but somehow you still manage to look beautiful”, he said giving me comforting smile.

Why was he doing it? True, I was quite literally dying, but that didn’t mean I needed his sweet nothings and pretty words and yet still all he said was messing in my head.
I tried to take a deep breath but kinda failed.

“What’s happening?”, Montgomery asked.

“Nothing, just… Breathing gets a bit hard”, I whispered.

“We’re almost there, don’t worry”, he stroked my cheeks with his thumb.

Two minutes later he parked in front of the hospital. We got out of the car, I started walking to the entrance when suddenly Monty grabbed me and started carrying me inside.

“I can walk, you know?”, I asked but at the same time I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“That will be faster”.

We walked inside, nurse looked at my face and knew what happened before me or Monty even opened our mouth.

“Wait here for my dad”, I said when nurse pointed me a wheelchair to sit on and took me to one of the rooms.

Thirsty minutes later my parents arrived.

“Oh God, Y/N, sweetie”, mum stood next to bed and took my hand.

“I’m fine. They gave me medicines and stuff”, I smiled faintly. “My face on the other hand still look like a potato.”

“Y/N, it was serious…”

“I know, but it’s not anymore, I don’t even lay on that bed, I’m just sitting, I’m fine.”

“How did it even happen?”, dad asked.

“I took a bite of a cookie, I didn’t know it had peanut butter and Jess didn’t know I have an allergy”, I shrugged.

“Montgomery is still waiting outside”, mum said.

“Really?”, I thought he would leave when my parents arrived. “Can you go for him? And stay outside? Both of you?”, I looked at my dad.

“Okay. He’s really nice, you know. And cute”, mum was looking at me with weird grin on her face.

“Bye. Go and ask doctor if I can leave already”, I rolled my eyes.

They left, soon after Montgomery walked in.

“Heeey, look who’s not red anymore”, he smiled.

“Some serious magic happened here”, I laughed. “My dad will give you doctor’s note so you won’t get in trouble for skipping class”.

“I already told you, it’s okay”, he sighed.

“You have game this week, you can’t skip classes.”

“Whatever, I’m just glad you’re okay.”

I smiled at him and suddenly there was this awkward silence between us, which was uncommon, because usually, well, we were busy doing things other than talking and besides that I talk a lot.

“Ummm…”, I started. “I’ll probably skip the rest of they day, but you’ll go for a Chemistry?”

“Duh, someone has to give teacher our project.”

“Right”, I nodded my head with smile.

My dad walked in.

“Okay, we can take you home”, he said.

“Finally”, I said and jumped off the bed.

“And this is for you, Montgomery”, dad gave Monty few pieces of paper. “Note for today and few, let’s say in blanco notes, you know, use them wisely”.

“Lucky you, I’ve been asking for them for last seventeen years”, I laughed.

“Thank you, but it’s really not necessary”, Monty said.

“Are you stupid? Take them”, I hit his arm.

What was with him lately? People at school would cut themselves for green doctor’s notes and he says he doesn’t need them? Like seriously, out of all of the people Montgomery de la Cruz says he doesn’t need spare doctor’s notes?

“Okay, thank you”, Monty smiled.

Four of us walked out of hospital, we separated when we got to my dad’s car.

“Go, fight for an “A” on our project”, I gave him high five.

“You got this”, he pointed at me. “Goodbye”, he said to my parents.

“Bye, Montgomery, thank you again for taking care for Y/N.”

“No problem.”

I got into the car with them and we drove home.

“What project were you talking about?”, mum asked.

“Chemistry”, I said reading messages as I could finally check my phone.

“The one you were doing yesterday? You hadn’t mentioned you were doing it with boy. And you came home very late yesterday”.

“Ummm, you didn’t ask and it took really a lot of work especially that Monty is the type that leaves everything for last minute. Are those questions going somewhere or…?”

“I’m just curious about with who my daughter spends her time with”, mum said.

“I’m not spending time with him, mum”, at least not the way you’d like to hear about. “We were paired in chemistry class and now we have to work together”.

“Why are you so defensive?”, she turned to face me.

“I’m not defensive”, I almost screamed. “ It’s not even 10 am yet and I already have had a long day and you’re having some weird suspicions about Montgomery de la Cruz. Seriously, Montgomery out of all people.”

“And what’s wrong with him? He seems nice”.

“Ask Jeff”, I chuckled.

We spend the rest of the road in silence. Mum, shockingly, could take day off and went back to office, dad rescheduled all his patients and three of us spend rest of the day in home.

We were ordering pizza for a dinner when Jeff came to check on me.

“Order more, Atkins is here”, I said as I let him inside.

“How are you?”, he asked and give me a hug.

“I’m okay”, I smiled. “Come on in”, we walked to the living room.

We sat down, mum brought us lemonade and the moment she looked at Jeff she got weird sparkle in her eyes.

“How’s baseball, Jeff?”, dad asked.

“Good, good, we have game on Friday, we’re all well prepared but I’m gonna be honest - if Montgomery will play as good as he played last few games there’s no way we’re not gonna win”, Jeff said clearly very excited for upcoming game.
Just why, why did he have to mention Monty…

“Speaking of Monty”, mum started.

“Oh, here we go”, I mumbled, loud enough for her to here but she ignored me.
“He drove Y/N to the hospital, he seems to be really nice, cute and well, he took good care of her but she thinks I was making hints about him…”

“You were”, I interrupted.

“… And when I asked her what’s wrong with Montgomery, she told me to ask you. So I’m asking”.

I rolled my eyes.

“Well”, Jeff looked hella confused for a moment. “I sure do understand where she’s coming from with that, Monty doesn’t really take girls seriously…“

“There’s a word for that”, I rolled my eyes.

“Are you sure?”

“He’s a fuckboy”, I said.

“I’d say that he was…”.

I looked at Jeff and raised my eyebrows.
“Well, apart from some chit chating with girls on the parties, he didn’t really…”

“Didn’t really what?”, I rushed him.

Jeff looked at my parents and then looked down at his hands.

“You know… Didn’t really hook up with anyone since like september”.

“Really?”, I asked with my voice a little too surprised to sound natural.

“Well, boys talk in locker’s room and during practices…”

“Good, old talks in locker’s room, good times”, my dad’s thoughts went down the memory lane.

“I don’t really wanna hear what is or what was going on in locker’s room either now or twenty years ago”, I covered my ears.

“Let’s just say there is a reason why girls are not allowed in locker’s room”, my dad nodded his head.

Me and my mum shared disgusted sight.

“So it’s not because teenage dicks are afraid of a girl seeing a bunch of dicks?”, I asked sarcasticly.

“Don’t you have homework to do?”, my dad crossed his arms.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t in school, remember? Have I got homework to do, Jeff?”

“You actually have. But everyone know what happened, so no teacher will probably ask you about it.”

“Everyone knows?! How?”

“I arrived at school right after you and Monty went to hospital and Jessica was having a panic attack, crying that she almost kill you and stuff and Justin was trying to calm her down, but you know…”

“Yeah, I know, it’s Jessica”, I sighed. “Okay, let’s go upstairs, we’ll do homework.”

We got up from the couch and went to the stairs.

“Oh, I almost forgot…”, Jeff patted his head and went back to the living room.

“Mum and dad told me to ask if you’re still up for tonight”, Jeff said to my parents.

“Oh I don’t know, that stuff with Y/N”, mum started making excuses.

“You’re going”, I said. “I’m fine, stop treating me like a toddler”, I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, we’re still up for tonight”, dad nodded his head.

Mum and dad left for dinner with Jeff’s parents and not even 10 minutes passed when I heard a door bell.

“Jesus, what did you forget again?”, I said while opening door but outside wasn’t waiting neither my mum nor dad. “Monty… Hi”, I smiled.

“I just wanted to check how you’re doing”, he said with a little smile.

“I’m good. Come in”, I let him inside.

“You’re alone?”

“Yeah, my parents are at Jeff’s. So I heard everyone knows about what happened”, I said as I walked upstairs.

“Yeah, but hey, it’s Liberty High, everyone knows everything”, he said following my steps.

“Do you think somebody knows about… what were doing?”, I bite my tongue to not say “us”.

There were no “us”. Between me and Monty there was nothing more than sex and I really should stop overanalyzing things and treating him being nice as something else.

“What? No. If one person knew anything, everyone would know.”

“So, how was our project?”, I asked to change the subject.

“A+, partner”, he smiled.

“Really?”, I asked shocked.

“Well, don’t be so surprised, it took us hella a lot of work.”

We high fived and sat on my bed.

“Umm, Monty, if you were hoping for a hook up or…”.

“Hey, hey, hey…”, he put his hands on my shoulders. “I came here to check on you, okay?”, he said looking me straight in the eyes. I slowly nodded my head. “We’re friends after all or something… and that’s what friend do, right?”

“Right”, I smiled. “We kind of upgraded from fuck buddies to friends with benefits, I think.”

“And what would be the next upgrade?”, Monty asked.

“You watch too many rom-coms, Montgomery”, I scoffed. “There’s no next upgrade. One day we will just go different paths and stop fucking”, I shrugged.

And now, I’d really like if him would stop fucking in my mind.

“What? You started rethinking your life because I almost lost mine today?”

“You were far from dying, drama queen”,  he snorted.

“You don’t know that”, I laughed. “Okay, I just got really stressed”.

“Gurl, I got stressed, I can’t even imagine how you were feeling”.

“Can I get a hug?”, I asked suddenly.

“Yeah…”, Monty said a little surprised.

I moved closer to him and put my head on his chest, he wrapped his arm around me. It felt very comforting, being held in someone’s arms. And disturbing at the same time… Monty didn’t get anything from it, I was wearing hoodie, so he couldn’t looking at my boobs, didn’t try to put his hand on my ass or breast, it didn’t turned out in make out session. He was sitting there with me, I didn’t even know for how long, just because I needed it.

Hugging stopped when Monty’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Uh.. It’s my mum. I told her I’d be home for dinner”, he said.

“Go, Monty”, I moved from him. “I mean… She’s barely even at home and when she is and wants to spend time with you, you’re coming here?”

“Yeah, you’re right probably”, he scratched his head. “Yeah, I have to go”.

I walked him to door.

“See you tomorrow?”, he said leaving my house.

“Yep”, I nodded by head. “Bye”, I waved at him, closed the door and slided down until I sat on the floor and covered my face in my arms. “Jesus, I have to go on a date”, I sighed.

NOTE: Okay, so I don’t have peanuts allergy (or any other allergy), I did some reading on the internet but I feel like I went a little extra with it lol

Coming up next: Zach requested one shot
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RFA (+ V, Saeran & Vanderwood) Reacting to an MC with a Prankster Brother

*SPOILERS* Yoosung Kim:
▪The minute you told Yoosung your brother was actually attending the RFA party, he nearly screamed
▪but he????kissed you????
▪and publicly called you a cute lady???
▪"Hi, I’m MC’s brother, you want to date my sister?“
▪PaNiC at the disco
▪tries to backtrack so much
▪"Umm…I mean….uh….“
▪"I’ll let you have my sister’s hand…if you can beat me in a match”
▪gets kind of excited because he thinks your brother meant in LOLOL
▪when Yoosung asks what guild your brother is in, he isn’t quite expecting him to be a real swordsman
▪(or at least he thinks lololol)
▪707 gets in on this too and tries to throw him off course by listing off “important” techniques like the Cat Dragon Sneeze and the Bologna Sandwich
▪god bless this boy but he still loses
▪doesn’t look you in the eye for a full week because he’s scared that he isn’t worthy of you
▪eventually learns later on that the entire thing was a joke but is still wary of your brother from now on


▪laughs it off and plays along
▪I mean
▪he’s literally an actor what do you expect
▪gets down on one knee and kisses your hand
▪"Don’t worry, princess, I’ll win your hand”
▪he winks and like 99.999% of the fans in attendance start swooning Jaehee rotates between nearly fainting and taking 500 selfies for “artistic purposes”
▪definitely dresses up in the full costume and serenades you beforehand
▪what did you expect??
▪on the flip side, he thinks your brother is pretty funny

Jaehee Kang

▪fighting Jaehee? Did you mean: better think again pal lmao my waifu is a trained black belt in judo haha get rekd m8
▪she’s completely calm when he challenges her to the duel, but is confused when she literally drops her clipboard and raises her fists
▪your brother laughs at first
▪your girlfriend thinks she can win a sword fight with her bare hands?
you’re damn right she can
▪literally beats him within seconds and still has time to check over the party schedule before the guests arrive

Jumin Han
▪Umm…excuse me?
▪he won’t lie to you, he’s kind of weirded out
▪immediately tightens his arm around your waist and looks down his nose at your brother
▪your brother wasn’t expecting Jumin to be so cold, in fact he was hoping to break him out of his shell
▪you hide your face in your hands and Jumin, seeing a chance to please you, takes the stupid foam sword
▪Zen is howling from laughter in the background
▪Seven is rushing to get everything on camera
▪Yoosung is trying to get tips for LOLOL
▪and Jaehee is trying to drink away the pain of her boss sword fighting someone in a public setting
▪literally lifts the sword and pokes your brother in the arm awkwardly
▪"I win"
▪your brother is so confused

▪like Zen, he dresses up in a full suit of armor and has an entire speech planned out
▪and if you think he doesn’t own a fully-functional sword then you are sadly mistaken
▪ but the blade is so sharp???
▪Saeyoung wtf why do you own this
▪no I’m being serious, please put the sword down
▪"dO yOu SeE mY lOvE aS a FaRcE, mC????”
▪jfc just calm down
▪he does end up winning the duel but also ends up cutting a curtain in two and impaling a nearby chocolate cake right in the middle
▪At least the cake is cut now though, right? *cue Jaehee’s eye twitching spastically*
▪Seven now has a new pranking buddy!!!!

▪10/10 was actually going to stab your brother
▪pls take the sword away

▪Seven offers to help him out and be his “eyes” but V quickly says no
▪Anyway, your brother sees how genuine and kind V is and doesn’t want to push him
▪legit loves him like his own brother and messes with anyone but V

▪more aggravated that your brother is wasting his time than anything
▪does not put up with this
▪straight up walks outta that joint with his hand on your lower back, he does not care at all

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The Joker x Reader - “The Bucket List” part 3

Two months after breaking up with The Joker, you found out the bad news. You didn’t have a choice but to ask for his help and J didn’t even show up for the meeting. Of course he didn’t care, but now that he heard why you wanted to see him so badly, it might be too late for any amendments.

Part 1: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161143650396/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list

Part 2: http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/161379886591/the-joker-x-reader-the-bucket-list-part-2

J is sleeping with his head against your chest, completely out of it. He likes to do this lately since a lot of times he can’t really tell if you’re still breathing or not. Even if your blood pressure gets really low, he can at least hear your heartbeat and knows you’re alive.

Suddenly, he yanks at your waist so hard it wakes you up and you start coughing in a frenzy, startled.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask, trying to calm down and J gasps for air, opening his eyes to look at you.

“I dreamed that you died,” he snuggles to your body even more, panting.

“It was a nightmare; I’m here,” you kiss his forehead and manage to stop coughing. You peek at the clock: only 6am. “We should sleep in, it’s very early.”

The Joker just growls and rubs his eyes, uneasy for a few more moments.

“I’m gonna miss you…” you whisper in his ear.

“I’m not going anywhere, Pumpkin,” he yawns, exhausted.

But  I am…” you sadly smile and he frowns, watching you attempt to get comfortable in his arms.

“NO!” J utters, covering your mouth. “You’re staying with me, OK?”

You don’t reply and he lets go. You feel the need to get it all out before it’s too late:

“I really wanted a baby…with your eyes and my hair. Remember how pretty my hair used to be?”

He doesn’t know what to say and you continue:

“I know you wanted a boy, I’m sorry I can’t have children in the state I’m in…” and you take a deep breath, struggling not to cry.

“Don’t worry about it, Princess, I don’t care,” he grumbles and you peck his lips, getting more and more upset:
“I don’t want to die…” you finally bring it up for the first time ever and bite on your tongue really hard so you won’t start sobbing.

“Jesus, kid, I won’t let you die, OK?!” J strives to comfort you and squeezes you in his arms harder.

“Do you think I’ll make it to my 37th birthday?” you whimper, worried about the gloomy future.

“For God’s sake, of course you will! And then you’ll make it to another one, and another one, and another one… I promise!” he lifts your chin up so you can look at him.

“Really?” you gulp, staring in his blue eyes.

“Yes, I promise!” he insists and you bury your face in his neck, wanting to point out the truth:

“You’re such a shitty liar…” and you sniffle, quietly crying on his skin.

J would like to say more, but decides it’s better to change the subject since he feels flustered himself.

“Did you just wipe your nose on my shoulder?!”

“M-maybe…” you stammer, snorting.

“That’s just gross, Doll. I put up with a lot of stuff, but I have to draw a line here, alright?” he elbows you and you retreat to your pillow so you can see him better.

“You should let your hair grow,” you suggest, stroking his shaved head, actually wanting to talk about something else too.
“I don’t want to!” he huffs, tracing your jawline with his fingers.
“I miss your green hair, you know that?” you admit, playing with his diamond earring.

“Meh, I don’t,” he grumbles, stubborn as always.

“You think I should wear wigs?” you crinkle your nose, not excited at your own proposal.

“Nahhh, I like you bald, I got used to it. This way we match, hm?”

“That’s good,” you sigh, relieved,” because I don’t want to wear wigs. If it’s not my hair, I don’t want it.”

“Wise decision, Pumpkin. I mean, you look decent enough, especially with makeup on. I have high standards and I had to lower them for you. The sacrifices I make…I’m so selfless and altruistic, a true gentleman and an exemplary boyfriend.”

You watch him with your mouth open, intrigued. You don’t even notice you’re not crying anymore.


“You heard me, you naughty minx. You’re suuuuch a lucky woman,” he eagerly mentions. “Do you know how many girls are waiting in line to get a piece of this?” J scoffs with an attitude.

You turn around towards the glass sliding door, glaring outside at the deserted back yard, not even a bird this early in the morning.

“Wow, so many women willing to take on The Clown Prince of Crime,” you pretend to be surprised. “We do have a huge line on the patio. Which one do you want?”

He snickers and you giggle, finally amused.

“Shut up, Y/N,” he shifts you towards him again, locking his arms around your neck.“Let’s sleep in so zip it. Oh, and for the record: this was the worst pillow talk we ever had!”

You indifferently blink, liking the idea of having a lazy morning:

“It wasn’t that bad…What worries me though is all those women waiting to get you; we should give them numbers, I don’t want them to fight about who goes first,” you kiss him and he purrs, annoyed.

“I am a very wanted man!”

“Yeah, by the cops and Batsy…” you mutter and J smirks, victorious:

“Still counts!!”

“If you say so…”

After 10 minutes



“After I die, can you please get a girlfriend that’s not as pretty as me?” you beg, anguished.

“Shush!” and he slaps your butt; The Joker absolutely hates it when you bring this up.

“At least you’ll be able to have children…” you ignore his warning, sensing another wave of hurtful feelings washing all over you.

“Cut it out, Y/N!”

“I…I hope your kids are ugly!!!!” you have an outburst while he rolls his eyes, irritated. But he knows you’re depressed and he knows the reason why: yesterday, your blood tests came back bad (again) and the weekly doctor visit didn’t go to too well either. All after you tried 3 new drugs that supposedly worked OK in the experimental phase but didn’t do anything for you and it’s discouraging.


After waking up, you are both hanging out in the kitchen. You are looking at the breakfast food that Frost dropped off, not wanting to eat one single item; you’re already nauseated. A bunch of your favorites and it almost makes you gag. You study the lab results, sulking, wishing for once there was some kind of improvement.

“Eat something, Pumpkin,” J urges you, taking a bite out of a fresh bagel.

“I’m not hungry,” you sigh, reading without seeing anything but demoralizing news.

“You have to eat, that’s why you’re so skinny,” he gives you a cup of coffee and you take a sip to please him.

“I’m not skinny because I’m not eating and you know it…” you speak in a low voice, licking your lips. He decides not to reply. “J…?”


“I didn’t mean it when I said I want your kids to be ugly…”

“Drop it, Kitten!” he pouts, moving some strawberries on a small plate.

“But…how can they be cute if I’m not their mom?…” you swallow your tears and take deep breaths, trying to cool down.

“I said drop it!” J barks and you gaze at the yummy goodies he put together for you, nibbling on a muffin, this way he won’t complain you’re not eating. He watches how much you struggle to pretend you’re alright after he cut you off and doesn’t like it.

“Did it hurt, Princess?” The Joker winks, getting your attention.


“Did it hurt?”
“What baby?” you inquire, confused.

“When that portal from hell opened and you spawned through it right into my life,” he grins, very confident in his seduction technique.

Your eyes get big and you chuckle, then actually start laughing, entertained.

“You have the worst pickup lines, but I actually like this one! Do you have more?” you suggest he keeps going, placing your elbows on the counter and checking him out in those gray sweatpants that keep on sliding down every time he moves. J never bothers to tighten the string.

“Excuse you, Doll,” he huffs, “if my pickup lines are horrible, then why are you blushing?!”

“I’m not blushing, I have hot flashes from my pills,” you defend you rosy cheeks, flattered.

“Nonsense! You’re all worked up about it, don’t lie!”

You hop on the counter and crawl on his side, eager to touch your boyfriend. He drags you in front of him and you sit up there while holding his hands, curious to hear what’s next:

“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” he roars and you bounce your legs, excited.

“Hehehehe,” you giggle on his chest and he tries not to laugh.

“Is there a mirror in your pants, Doll? Cause I can see myself in them,” he pulls on your bottom lip and you bite his finger, feeling your cheeks getting warmer.

“It’s the hot flashes,” you try to defend yourself and he is not buying it.

“Don’t think so!” he tugs on your tank top, preparing his lethal weapon: “Princess, you turn my software into hardware.”

You snort so loud it echoes all over the place.

“Oh my God, this is terrible!” you shake your head, though fascinated at how bad it sounded.

“No, for reals, you do!” J hums in your ear and you look down at his crotch.

“A-ha, I can tell!”

“You’re such a perv, Pumpkin; my eyes are up here,” the cocky answer comes without hesitation. You kiss his Jester tattoo and walk your fingers down his abs, anxious to do something about this new spin on your morning. The anti-nausea meds you took are starting to work so might as well take advantage; who knows how many times you’ll be able to sleep with him before…

The Joker gets you out of your daze:

“Wow, Y/N, you seem so desperate to get me naked; don’t you have any pride left?!”

“Not really,” you brazenly admit and moan when you feel his hands all over you.

“You’re a good kisser, kid,” J parts from your lips and takes off your tank top, tossing it on the chair.

“For sure,” you approve, sliding back more so he can get on the counter too. He starts kissing his way down your waist and you scream.

“You’re starting early, I like it…Daddy’s  gonna make you…”

You scream louder:



“Spider!!!!!” you point behind him and he turns his head to look: there is indeed a little creature crossing the wall on top of the sink. “Do something, baby, I hate spiders!!!” you shiver under him, getting goosebumps.

“For God’s sake, woman, I’m trying to have sex here!” he mutters, aggravated at the interruption.

“I hate spiders! Please kill it!!!!” you implore, digging your nails in his back.

“All the stuff you use to do before you got sick and you’re still afraid of spiders?!” J gets off the counter and you cling to him, stiff as a board:

“I detest these insects; so nasty, ewwww. Please kill it!” you beg once more, choking the life out of him. He grabs a tissue from the box, heading over to grant your wish while your legs are squeezing his waist with a strength he didn’t think you have left in you; both your arms are wrapped around his neck super tight - you definitely are tense and disgusted.

The Joker smooshes the culprit and now it’s resting in peace in the trashcan where it belongs.

“Happy now?” he grins, heading back towards the counter.

“Thank you, baby, I really can’t stand those beasts! You really are my knight in shining armor.”

“Told ya’!” he puffs, full of himself. “Any more crap I have to kill before we get down to business?”

“No, I think we’re good now,” your body finally relaxes when you are placed back on the countertop and he can finally breathe normal again.

“You still have a mean grip, you know that? You certainly have your skills Doll,” J praises you, actually surprised on how powerful your clasp was.

“Of course I still have them, just didn’t use them in forever. I’m not completely useless, OK?” you smack your lips and he is fast to push you on your back, smirking.

“Less talk and more action, Princess! The only word I wanna hear you scream is my name, understood?”

“Spider!!!!” you shout, teasing, and then surrender under his weight.

“Ha! Funny!” he growls, yearning to have you once more.


When the night comes, you can’t sleep at all. You keep on tossing and turning, somber thoughts flooding your mind. You decide to go in the backyard and walk it off because you don’t want to keep J up with your restlessness. He isn’t actually sleeping, just pretends and watches as you march out there in your sheer white nightgown, deep in meditation. Just like a ghost, he catches himself thinking and his heart aches but doesn’t want to pay attention to the feeling.

Your frail shape stops in the front of the roses you love so much and you drop in the grass, not feeling the chill, staring at everything without seeing. The Joker sneaks outside, aware you are probably freezing and drags you back in, while you silently follow his steps.

Once you’re in bed under the covers, he’s trying to get you warm and for the first time he’s not telling you to shut up when you speak up about things you really want to get off your chest. All your dying wishes, the most personal and intimate emotions meant only for his ears are whispered in a soft, low voice. You keep on going, relived you got such a heavy burden off your shoulders.

“I left you everything. After I die, all the funds from my estate will go into that account that belongs to the mysterious Jack Green we both know,” you caress his face and he grinds his teeth in denial.

“I don’t want your money…”

You disregard the words.

“It will come from Mrs. Emily Green, you know how much I always loved this identity. So when you see the wire transfer with that name, it will be from me. I already made the arrangements, I’m not changing my will; it’s signed. I can’t take the money with me, might as well give it to someone I care about. Keep this house and use it, yes? I really love it, nobody will bother you here, it’s a very good hideout. And try not to get yourself killed, ok? You’re so impulsive…”

“You’re more impulsive than me!” J sneers because for the first time in his life he’s at a lack of words.

“Used to be. I didn’t do anything crazy in so long it actually makes me the mellow one. Go figure!” you joke, not even sad for the moment being. It’s just so natural to let it all out.

“I really don’t want your money nor the house…I’m not gonna let you die, so there’s no need for any of this, Doll,” your boyfriend studies your reactions, intrigued.

“That’s nice… it almost sounds like you love me or something,” you tease, cozy on the fluffy pillows.

“I doubt it,” he furrows his invisible eyebrows, uneasy.

“Tell you what, baby: after I die, if you miss me so much it hurts it means that you loved me; if not, you should be fine,” the simple explanation is fast to follow and the abrupt reply makes you whimper:

“It already hurts…”

“Well,” you manage to stay strong and not burst into tears,” now that we both found out the answer to this crucial problem, I think we can rest, hm?”

“I’m so tired…” is the only thing he says before electing to inform you: “I have a meeting with him again tomorrow night.”

“NO!!!” you jump up, shaking J to show your disapproval. “NO!! Don’t go!! Stop meeting him! Stop going! It will be an ambush or something, you’ll get captured and locked away and I will die alone! …I-I can’t die alone!!!” you scream, alarmed.

“We are meeting on neutral ground, he won’t try anything. Never did before. And Princess, I’ve set forces in motion you can’t even imagine,” he tries to calm you down while you shake with anxiety. ”I know he might have something for you that I can’t get my hands on. This time, he’s the one that requested the meeting so I think he’s going to use that as leverage to negotiate some kind of terms about his precious Gotham and all the poor souls he has the audacity to believe he protects.”

“No, no way! He’s bluffing, he has nothing for me! Don’t go! Please! He just wants to catch you and take you away and I… just can’t die alone…” you nervously bite on your nails, hopelessly trying to make him change his mind.

“Kitten, you know I don’t leave anything to chance. I’m going and you can’t stop me!!”

“No, please don’t go!” you keep on imploring, scared for this new plan he seems very decided to carry on. “What if it’s a trap? I can’t afford to lose you, I can’t…I just can’t die alone…please?”

“There’s no trap, and even if it were, I’m prepared. Don’t worry, I got it all covered. When do I ever put myself in danger for no reason?”

“Like…all the time!” you gulp, scratching your arm in denial. “Don’t go…”

J signals you to place your head on his chest and you comply, being so worked up you’re wheezing; it’s so difficult to breathe and this doesn’t help.

“Don’t stress out, Pumpkin…I won’t let you die!” The Joker reinforces his declaration, wishing you would unwind and go back to sleep.


He’s been gone all morning and you have no idea where he went; no answer to your texts or calls, probably getting ready for tonight. You hear the sliding glass door and turn towards the patio, guessing it’s him. You take a few steps and freeze, confused: he walks inside holding a girl’s hand. She is very pretty, well dressed and seems nervous.

“Who is this?!” you narrow your eyes, baffled.

“This Doll, is my future girlfriend. After you die, she’ll take your place. Wanna look around, honey?” he winks at the girl and you resentfully gasp. “All this will be yours after Y/N is gone from the picture. Lovely home, you’ll enjoy it,” he gropes her and you crack your neck, walking towards them with a menacing demeanor.

“Get her out of my fucking house!!” you mutter through your clenched teeth, grinding your jaw so hard it’s painful.

She tries to escape J’s hold but he keeps her near:

“Don’t move!” he commands, pissed when she whines:

“Mister J, I don’t want to be here…Please let me go…”

You are getting closer.

“Get out or I’ll break your neck! I might be weak but I can still do it! GET OUT!!!” you shout at the woman and J tightens his grip on her.

“Don’t move!” he warns and as she struggles to escape. “My current girl here,” the Prince of Crime nods his head towards you,” has it ALL figured out for me: she plans to die and I’m supposed to get a new girlfriend, have kids and leave happily ever after. I’ll even inherit her fortune, which is substantial, I assure you,” he turns his icy glaze towards you and you almost can’t hear: your heart is beating so fast and loud it’s deafening.

“Get out or I swear I’m going to kill you!!!” your voice alerts in such a threatening way she finally uses all her strength to yank her hand away from his and backs out, taking advantage of the fact that you stopped in front of J as the perfect moment to escape the house.

“What the hell are you doing???” you yell at him on a verge of a nervous breakdown; this is the last thing that you need.

He smiles in such an eerie way and has the nerve to pretend it’s the most normal question when it comes out of his mouth:

“Are you jealous?”

“Wha’……????” you are taken aback, not understanding what’s going on. “What is the meaning of all this ??”

“ARE. YOU. JEALOUS?” J pronounces each word in a strange manner and you can tell he’s mad. And so are you.

“Yes, I’m jealous!” you blur out, wanting to slap him so badly. “What games are you playing??!! What’s wrong with you?!”

“You know why you’re jealous?” he continues, disregarding your justified tirade.


What’s going on? you think, completely out of it.

“Let me enlighten you, Princess,” he grumbles, annoyed. “You are jealous because you’re still alive, do you even understand what it means anymore? Stop making plans for me, stop talking about dying and give me a break! I’m sick of listening to all of it! You’re still here!” and him charging at you and kissing you passionately like he didn’t see you in years takes you by surprise. You respond to the kiss, unable to hear your own thoughts or react in any other way.

“Did you feel that?” he breaths on your lips and you moan a faint yes. “Great! It means that you’re alive!” he pushes you away, annoyed and heads over to exit the backyard, not before kicking a few bottles with your meds on the floor.

“Who’s that girl?” you raise your voice and he is already out, barely bothering to satisfy your curiosity:

“How the hell should I know?! Just a dancer at the club!”

You have no clue about what got into him, but you stood there petrified for a good 30 minutes.


11:30pm- neutral ground located behind the abandoned highway 205

“Finally! You’re 6 minutes late!” J jumps off the hood of his purple Lamborghini when he notices Batman emerging from the shadows. “Do you have it?” he stretches, pretending to be indifferent but in fact very alert.

“I do,” the distorted voice lets him know as his nemesis stops at a safe distance, only a few feet away.

“Does it work?” The Joker wants to know right away.

“It does. And I’m the only one that has access to it. Experiments showed amazing results, not certain if it will ever reach the medical market. If it does, it will be at least 5 more years,” Bruce Wayne explains as fast as he can.

“My girl doesn’t have 5 years!” he barks, straitening his back. “I assume you wanted to meet because you want to bargain? What do you want in exchange?”

His silver teeth glisten under the flickering neon light, the shaved head giving him even a more psychotic aura.

“Every month you stay put and don’t cause trouble, you get a month worth of the medication. Plain and simple,” Batman replies.

A vague cackle, then a louder laugher followed by full blown temperamental outpouring of lunacy:

“Awww, such a good deal!” The Joker claps his hands, faking his happiness. “But I have even a better proposal !” his blue eyes get big with anticipation. “I’ve been reeeeeally busy in the last 2 months; let’s say Gotham may or may not be under an imminent attack. Certain people may or may not have placed explosives all over the place: residential homes, bridges, schools, hospitals, anything you can think of. You will never be able to find all of them!! Something happens and I don’t get the med, it all goes to shit ! Would you prefer your precious city goes down in the same time or piece by piece?” he snickers with an evil grimace.

“Don’t push it !” Bruce Wayne snaps, tossing a vial containing your much needed remedy towards his adversary and J catches it mid air, placing it in his pocket.

“Don’t make me!!!” he growls, retreating back into his car and driving away into the night while The Batman debates if The King of Gotham is bluffing or not. Knowing him, probably not.


“Go tell your mom she’s needed for important paperwork in the master bedroom after you fall asleep tonight, OK?” J urges his 4 year old son to go outside in the garden where you sit on a blanket under the tree, reading.

Kaden runs over, stumbling with anticipation, eager to give you the news:

“Moooommm!!!!” he screams up a storm and lands in your lap, excited: “Dad said you have paperwork tonight!”

You and The Joker love to use him as a messenger; he’s absolutely adorable and even if the poor kid doesn’t remember everything he’s supposed to say when he runs from one parent to the other, it’s still awesome and it makes your day.

“Go tell Daddy that’s fine,” you smile, kissing his cheek and he gets up, rushing inside to communicate the update:

“Daaaaddd!!!!!” he almost staggers and falls on the carpet, “Mommy said OK!!!”

“Goody!! Hey, com’ere!” J signals him and Kaden giggles, jumping up and down until he gets picked up and sat on the table. “Now go ask your mom if she wants another baby, don’t let me down, alright?” The Joker puckers his lips, winking at the little boy. He reaches for the nearby drawer, takes out a piece of paper and scribbles on it, then hands it over to his son. “Give her this too, ok? Us, guys, have to help each other, hm?”

“Yes, dad!” the little boy passes his fingers through his father’s green hair, enthusiastic he has such an important task. 

Once he is put back on the ground, Kaden races over to you:

“Daddy wanted to know if you want another baby,” he sniffles, covering his mouth with his small hands.

You roll your eyes and look down at your 4 month pregnant bump, mumbling:

“Soooo funny… Anyway, mommy’s too old so after your brother is born, that’s it.”

Your son snickers and pulls on your hair that now reaches down to your shoulders, making you pay attention to the paper he’s giving you.

“From daddy,” he explains and you take it, unfolding the note. You gasp when you realize it’s your old Bucket List, now having a “check mark” symbol by “- a family” wish. You take a deep breath, looking towards the house to see if J is in sight but you don’t notice him. You get teary and fold back the paper, hiding it between the pages of your book. The Joker is actually behind the curtain, sipping on his whiskey, savoring your reaction.

“Go tell daddy I already have 3 kids, so we’re good,” you whisper in Kaden’s ear and he darts inside, yelling:

“Daaaaad, she said she already has 3 kids!!!”

“What??!! 3 kids?!” he frowns, aggravated. “That’s rude! Tell her she’s rude!” The messenger runs for it.

“Daddy said you’re rude,” the little one pants, snorting when you start laughing.

“Whatever,” you make him sit down, struggling to keep him still in your lap so you can apply the purple hair mascara on a few strands of his hair. J goes crazy for it so you try to do it daily since it’s being washed at night. “Go show your dad how cute you are! And tell him he’s my favorite poison. Give me a kiss before you go!”

“Muahhh,” he pecks your lips and flees. After a few moments J shouts:

“Hey Doll, is that a pickup line?!”

“Yeesss!!!!” you yell back so he can hear you.

“That’s a good one!”

“I know!!!!!”

You read for 5 more minutes when they both come out: Kaden is holding a bottle of water and you know what it means: time to take your med.

“Here Princess,” The Joker opens the vial, giving you one tablet. “It’s that magical time of the day.”

You swallow the pill and he crawls on the blanket, resting his head on your tummy. Your son is playing around with his toys, preoccupied with a butterfly that landed on his bike.

“I thought the magical time of the day is going to be tonight when we have to fill out all that tedious paperwork in the master bedroom,” you elbow him and he purrs.

“Certainly; so much paperwork, that’s why I need your help,” he softly bites your wrist and you pinch his arm. “Hey, Y/N, besides being sexy and pregnant, what do you do for a living?” he turns on his side, facing you. “Wow, are you blushing?!”

“No way, hot flushes from my treatment,” the defensive answer comes.

“Lies, lies, lies,” J bickers, kissing the bump.

“You have the worse pickup lines,” you shake your head, teasing him.

“Got you pregnant twice, didn’t I ? So if you have a complaint, you should file one tonight with the rest of the paperwork,” the smug reply follows.

You stare at each other for a few seconds before smiling:

“Shut up, J,” you kick him with your knee and go back to reading while he closes his eyes, relaxing in the shadow.

Definitely her knight in shining armor, The Joker thinks before snoozing. No other losers in line for the job…which…makes me the loser, I suppose. Oh, well, could be worse, he reckons, snuggling by you even more.



Black & Blue & Red All Over [Shance Ficlet]

For Day 1 of @shancefluffweek: Black/Blue

Summary: Modern AU. When Lance shows up to the gym with a limp and covered in bruises, Shiro assumes the worst (spoiler: It’s nothing bad! Nor anything kinky, surprisingly).

As Lance stepped into the yoga room, he was relieved to see his struggle to the gym that day hadn’t been in vain after all. Near the front of the room the cute Air Force guy, Shiro, was already seated on his mat and warming up with a stretch. His heart skipped a little upon seeing him, and it was all he could do to quash down the gooey feelings brewing inside of him as he approached.

He still couldn’t believe he had such a mushy crush on a guy, especially since he’d sorta hated Shiro when he first joined the class. Before he came along, Lance had had the privilege of being the only strapping young man in a class otherwise comprised of lovely ladies (all of them twice his age, but Lance didn’t discriminate). Once the beefcake military dude walked in, his reign met a swift end. Oh, how he’d despised that dude.

Well, ok, he’d only actually despised him for about an hour. When Shiro approached him after their first class together and politely introduced himself, all his petty jealousy had warped itself into some unfamiliar feeling it took him a while to recognize as attraction. Since that epiphany, he’d been spending a lot more time at the gym – always choosing a place next to Shiro in yoga class, spotting him in the weight room, challenging him to races in the pool just to see him shirtless…I mean, that was all he could do. It wasn’t like he could just confess to the guy, right?

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Emerald City Comic-Con 2017

So I drove to Seattle from my little city Bend, OR on Thursday, about a 7hr drive there (7.5 hrs on the way home :/)  I stayed with @ninaf who lives just outside of Seattle.  We hung out that night and didn’t go to bed until after 1 a.m. 😳The Panel:  Our plan was to get to the Convention Center by 8:30/9:00 a.m. which we did. It was interesting that there didn’t seem to be much ‘security’(I could have taken my flask :/), we entered from across the street where we parked in a public parking garage and entered in at the 3rd floor.  We probably could have gotten in Sat. no problem even without a Sat badge!  Anyhow quickly found the line for the Outlander panel – SO many people!  They let us in at about 10:45 and me @ninaf and 2 of her friends (that are ‘normal’ fans) found some seats – we were second row far left of the stage – right where the fan questions were left of the stage.  I wanted to ask a question – Sam could you please sit back I can’t see CAITRIONA!? In front of us was a slew of moms with their babies – so cute – one started fussing and Cait actually looked over to them with her awe concerned face – she clearly LOVES BABIES! ♥  You can just see it in the video briefly at about 14:32 min. I am a huge Cait fan so I was Screaming and standing when she came out and thought we were doing pretty good there, then Sam came out and omg decibels! They sit down and Sam won’t sit all the way back on the couch, I don’t know why, and he was blocking my view of Cait, I could only see her on the screen or if she moved forward or back. 😒 I didn’t take any pics, cos I just wanted to be present and absorb the experience, (one of @ninaf ’s friends did though so we’ll post as soon as we get them). One observance is they both looked tired, but ready to 'do this’.  I loved the panel, I thought they were very comfortable, there to have fun and engage with us, I liked the questions asked and quite a few of mine were answered. Caitriona was taking the lead quite a bit but I think her wit is a bit quicker than Sam’s (I’m a taurus and we tend to slow think sometimes) but it gave him a chance to play off of her which I feel they do quite a bit probably. They seemed very in tune with each other.  Next on the agenda was the autograph session.  We got there @ about 12:15 for the 12:30 and were turned away- too full come back at 4.  Well cool, we can at least eat, since we didn’t have any breakfast so we had lunch and drinks. Met up with @ourrubygirl and her daughter (normal fan), nipunad on twitter – sorry don’t know your tumblr and with ninaf and her 2 friends (side note – they were so funny before I even got to Seattle they were concerned that ninaf would invite someone from online who she had never met to stay at her house.  By then we had talked on the phone and friended each other on facebook so they had to facebook stalk me to give their approval – whew, glad I passed). 😘Photo Op!  Ugh, okay this is where we realized that this poor little comic-con was absolutely NOT ready for this Outlander fandom and where everything really started to get behind schedule.  I envy the Sat photo op participants, looks like it was more relaxed and not as rushed as Friday's– READY click NEXT! I know people have been dissing the posed photos, but after being 'there’ this is what I feel, I think SamCait enjoy the poses somewhat, cos’ otherwise the way it was with many of us on Friday we just walk in, stand next to them, click and we’re out, so I could see that for sure getting tedious AF for them, they seemed to have more fun on Sat with it – because they were allowed to also.  Anyhow the Friday photo op was close to being a complete clusterfuck, but the gestapo staff pulled it off.  There were other people there, apparently there was more than just OL there 😉 that would be like “What is this line for with all these people?” And we’d be like Outlander, and they just go off mumbling wtf is outlander? Funny. I walked in for my 'Team Outlander’ photo and I was wearing opal earrings from Mexico and Cait says to me “oh I love your earrings” Me: thank you – and I’m beaming so fucking hard I can hardly breath! So I’m 5'1” - yeah – I’m holding on to them for the photo mumble thanks or something I fecking don’t remember, patted Sam’s back turned and looked up OMFG this guy is TALL! I have a friend that is 6'7”, but Sam seemed much taller than that, I think it’s his massiveness or something IDK. His leather jacket is really soft btw.Okay NEXT – while I go back in line for my Cait only photo, ninaf goes downstairs to get in line for the autographs – good thing too since they almost turned me away by the time I got down there!  STEP OFF BITCH I WILL GET MY CATRIONA EFFING BALFE AUTOGRAPH!!!!  So by this time we are beyond hot – it was so hot in this place which wasn’t even at the convention center, everything but the panel was at the Sheraton next door.  Note to self Bring water bottle, we learned a lot of should'ves…. So there was quite a wait for this, mainly because Caitriona was still upstairs READY click NEXT! And they could only do the Sam only autographs which there weren’t a ton of apparently😁

The way they had it set up Cait first then Sam, so we had to wait for Cait to appear.  We were in the 'overflow’ line outside of the main autograph room, but could see in there a bit, we saw the lights go out, didn’t hear the comments @sileas84 mentioned, but too funny.  When we finally got to the 'room’ wow, so I am a diehard Caitriona Balfe fan, I like Sam but am not an over the top fan like most… I have to say seeing him up close and personal I COULD NOT take my eyes off of him, he was so 'cute’ doesn’t do it justice, I seriously have no word/s for it.  He was so funny and gracious and flirty with the women and NICE, very tan too, yeah, I kept running into people as the line snaked around trying to just watch him, I even almost got kicked out trying to sneak a pic – damn gestapo staffers.  So finally get up to Caitriona, um effing goddess.  She had quite the stash of gifts, I had considered giving them something but didn’t want to burden them with too much stuff and if they truly just give it away well… So I opted to give her a love letter as I call it, from me.  I didn’t know what to 'say or ask her something’ so I mentioned that I have a head shot autograph of Simon (her friend Simon Kassianides) and I can add hers to it now and she smiles and says “oh cool, I just saw him a couple of days ago!”  Me: heehee. JHRC I’m such a dweeb.  I didn’t get a Sam autograph cos’ they had sold out by the time I got online to purchase, I coached ninaf though to make sure to smell him so we could report back, since we both forgot to at the photo op :P  So we float out of the room and out into the main area and I finally just started screaming I was so excited – I got to talk to Caitriona Effing Balfe (even if it was brief)  I am so so glad I did this! 

After this was all done it was getting close to our dinner plans for meeting up with other tumblrs, so we eventually got to the restaurant.  How fun to finally meet some of us.  As we came into the room I immediately recognized @rainmanjdog and @mommydog67, we had been chatting while in line for our Cait only photo and didn’t know that we were part of the tumblrs, so funny and we all almost asked each other but didn’t want to risk it – so sad.  Great night hanging with everyone, best story goes to @valkyrie1969 I still chuckle just thinking about it.  So where is the photo of us pointing at the 'Meet and Greet’ room @pentwhistle ?

Overall impression of SamCait – they are two of the most genuine, engaging, fun, cool, nicest people.  

Overall impresion of our tumblrs – we are some of the most genuine, engaging, fun, cool and nicest people.  

This is not my first time pregnant.

In 2015, I had joined xhamster. I quickly became a popular member, talking to men of all ages, races, and dick sizes. I had just gotten out of my long term relationship, so I didn’t mind letting loose a little. I had started talking to this guy named Peter.

He was nasty. He would degrade me and we’d video chat and he’d put me in my place so good over cam. He lived a few hours away from me, so he demanded that I drive down there to a sleazy motel to get fucked.

I agreed without hesitation. I mean, shit, I was single and horny as bitch in heat. He told me to get off birth control. I did, because I wasn’t sure how serious he was about meeting up. He had me on a pretty rigorous schedule. I was to wake up every hour throughout the night and send him a video of me sucking my tits for a half hour. It was training for when I had a baby he said. My alarm was a baby crying on full volume. It was awful. I was tired every damn day, but whenever I’d miss a session, he would add another 10 minutes I’d have to be up.

He said that until we met, I was to fuck somebody at least once a week. Some nights he’d tell me to go to a bar and pick up a random drunk or a trucker or whomever else. And I would. I’d tell him everything, and he loved how obedient I was.

Months later, he rented a room for us. He told me to drive down and to go in and be blindfolded on all fours on the bed with my ass in the air. When I got there, it was this nasty, rundown motel. The kind of shit you’d never touch unless your life depended on it. I texted Peter that I was there and ready for him. I stripped down to my bare ass, tied a blindfold, and got on all fours at the edge of the bed.

I waited about 10 minutes when I heard the door creak open. Suddenly my ass tightened. My pussy got soaked. My nipples hardened. I was SO excited. I felt a hand caress my ass followed by a hard SLAM. I jolted, never having been spanked that hard in my life. Nothing was said. Just a lot of touching, grinning, and “shut ups” or “you dirty whore”.

He fucked me so good. He finished inside me. I laid there silently, panting and trying to catch my breath. I heard him moving around, but still couldn’t see. Suddenly I heard the door open.

He’s leaving…?

As I lifted my head, I felt the head of a penis tease my clit. Another voice spoke to me. What the fuck was going on. I started to fight back just to be pinned down. As I tried to yell, he shoved my panties in my mouth.

Multiple fucks later, Peter finally came in.

“You know, for a pussy as used as yours, I guess $10 was the right price to charge.”

I fucking kid you not, this asshole sold me out. What was supposed to be a night for us turned into income for him.

It was his turn. He had his way with me. He reminded me that I was worth nothing more than being a cock sleeve. He told me my pussy was so full that multiple men’s cum was overflowing. He abused my cunt. I begged through my panty-filled mouth, but all he’d do is tell me to shut my whore mouth like I should have my legs.

He screamed as he came inside me. I was crying. I couldn’t believe I had just made this man money from my body. I was scared and nervous. After he was done with me, he threw my body down on the bed and gave my ass one more red hand imprint.

I heard the door close minutes later. I untied my blindfold and coughed up my panties. I looked around and no one was there. Shaken up, I got dressed and peeked outside. It was about 3 in the morning, and all I saw was my car plus a few other’s.

I got home and texted Peter. “What the fuck?!” No response.

I would only hear from Peter on occasion. I was almost pissed. Almost scared. Almost intrigued. I didn’t even know, because I didn’t see any of it. A few weeks later, I freaked out realizing my period was late. I immediately ran to the drugstore and bought a pregnancy test.

My jaw dropped. Two solid pink lines.

I immediately texted Peter a picture of it. His response? “I wonder who the father is.”

Something about that suddenly made me okay with it. Why was I pissed? I knew what I was getting into. I was off birth control, what did I expect?

Over the next couple months, Peter and I decided to name our little girl Lexy. He offered for me to move in with him, which I hadn’t decided yet.

Shortly after, I was devastated. I miscarried my baby. My little girl. My everything and more. When I told Peter, he told me he had already moved on. He told me all I was good for is being a breeding machine.

“If you’re ever in town, you know where to find me.


How would the Boys react to a crush s/o asking them out..?

This is my very first ask! I hope you enjoy!

Korekiyo Shinguuji    

  • You are the slightest bit nervous when you initially come up to him
  • So is he
  • But you can’t tell under that goddamn mask of his
  • You shyly approach him with…
  • In you hands are not one, but two roses!
  • You knew he liked roses, but two was even better so you could match!
  • When you tell him your reasoning for the second rose, he can’t help but bring a hand to his cheek and sigh
  • He just sorta stays like that for a moment
  • You’re a little confused
  • Until you hear him say
  • “…How truly beautiful of you to think of that.”
  • You ask him about going on a date with you
  • He can’t hide his excitement
  • …and neither can you!

Amami Rantarou

  • Amami was browsing the books in the library on his own
  • Or so he thought-
  • “Ahah! Hey, s/o! What’re you doing here?”
  • You give him a shy wave from across the room and make your way over to his spot at the shelf - the romance section?
  • Amami notices that by your expression you’ve recognised what section you two are in
  • He blushes
  • He can see the lightbulb flash on top of your head.
  • You have no idea what you’re doing
  • All you know is that this boy is cute and single
  • And really sweet and nice and funny and caring and-
  • Before you know it, you’re standing in front of him and all these compliments are uncontrollably spilling out of your mouth all at once
  • You add a stammered “Do you want to go for a trip to the art gallery sometime?” as a cherry on top.
  • You hope that wasn’t too creepy-sounding - all he’d said was ‘hey’
  • Amami’s expression is blank for a moment
  • You can see the gears ticking in his head
  • Finally, he shows you his signature relaxed smile
  • He takes your hand in his
  • “That sounds pretty fun, s/o. I’d love that.”
  • The two of you spend the rest of your afternoon browsing the books the library has to offer…

Kokichi Ouma

  • You approach him at the vending machine, just as planned
  • He pays no attention to you, focused on punching in the correct digits for his Grape Panta
  • The Panta bottle doesn’t clank against the bottom of the machine because his hand was already there to catch it - he brings it up to his lips to take a sip
  • He glances at you
  • And immediately starts choking
  • Once he’s caught his breath, you hear him mutter
  • “C-crap…”
  • Oh no! You must look like such a stalker right now! Say something already!
  • Act natural, you told yourself
  • You had only practiced a 1000 times.
  • “Does Laser Force sound like your scene? I was wondering if you’d wanna go with me, Ouma.”
  • Well played.
  • He notices you giving yourself a mental pat on the back and smirks
  • “A soldier never goes into battle without a plan. What is yours, s/o?”
  • How ironic.
  • He’s absolutely stumped you, and he knows it
  • You tell him you’d be happy to come up with one, but only with his assistance
  • He smirks again, this time slightly more shy-looking. Is he blushing?!
  • “I suppose I have nothing better to do, s/o.“
  • The rest of your afternoon is spent strategising for your grand trip to Laser Force! Those 10 year olds will never know what hit them with you and Ouma on the scene!

Shuuichi Saihara

  • When you first approach him, he’s a blubbering, blushing mess already
  • He cannot believe that you, his crush, is talking to him
  • You’re worried you’ve done something wrong - his face is redder than a tomato
  • The poor boy starts sputtering even more
  • He assures you that you haven’t!
  • He blushes and stutters a little more, but you can make out his soft voice saying something
  • “A-as you were saying!?”
  • You tell him you’d like to see a new mystery movie that opens this weekend at the cinemas - it’s a sequel to one of his and your favourites!
  • Oh boy
  • Saihara.exe has stopped working
  • You have to ask again if you’ve done something wrong - did Ouma set you up by telling you Saihara’s least favourite movie? No, that can’t be right…
  • “I-I’d enjoy that a lot, actually!”
  • Saihara is ecstatic
  • You decide to take a seat next to him
  • The two of you rewatch the trailer and spend the rest of the afternoon theorising on who the murderer is together…

Kaito Momota       

  • You’d been planning this for weeks now     
  • You were finally going to ask your friend Kaito to go stargazing with you!  
  • How exciting!        
  • You were hoping, though, that by the end of the date you’d be more than friends.        
  • You find him in the dining hall, poking at his food        
  • The usually pumped up boy looks tired        
  • Until you approach him        
  • Now he’s looking at you like an excited puppy        
  • Weird, you think        
  • “You like stargazing, yeah? Wanna do it with me sometime?”        
  • You internally facepalm        
  • That wasn’t what you spent weeks rehearsing! Dolt!        
  • You pray your slight improvision goes unnoticed        
  • Looks like the odds are in your favour!        
  • “Me?! Stargaze? With y-you!?”        
  • Yeah man        
  • He’s back on his feet        
  • More pumped up than ever!        
  • You’re happy to see Kaito back to his energetic self·
  • The two of you discuss constellations on your way out of the dining hall… 


  • You weren’t entirely sure if this was a good idea
  • What if robots couldn’t feel emotions like love? What if they could, but he just didn’t like you? What if he doesn’t understand that you’re trying to get him to go on a date with you? What if-
  • Deep breaths, dammit.
  • You’re in the deep end here.
  • But little do you know, so is he.
  • When you walk up to him, you remind yourself that he’s just like any other boy!
  • There’s nothing to worry about!
  • The robot senses your presence and turns around excitedly
  • Hello, s/o! Iruma just taught me a new trick - Would you like to see me make my lenses brighten by a maximum of 70%?”
  • Iruma is cackling not too far behind him
  • She sees the look on your face and bolts
  • You blush at the robot’s random offer
  • “I’d love to see that, Kiibo!”
  • Just as he said, his blue eyes glowed like stars in the night sky!
  • Not to mention his cheeks
  • You remember why you’re here
  • “That’s amazing! Maybe you could show me even more of your tricks on a date, possibly?” you tell him
  • His eyes dim immediately
  • So do his cheeks
  • He’s resetting himself???
  • He suddenly comes back to life with a jolt, and is surprised to see you still in front of him - it wasn’t a 'dream’?
  • O-Of course, s/o! I would enjoy that very much!”

Gonta Gokuhara     

  • You and him were admiring some flowers the two of you had come across
  • Whenever you pointed out a bug he’d start spouting random facts about it
  • It was pretty cute
  • The reason you were here is both of you had bumped into each other earlier
  • It seems your routes overlapped when it came to going for walks!
  • He seemed more than a little excited when this had happened
  • But Gonta couldn’t possibly have planned it, it just was not the gentleman thing to do
  • Your flower-admiring session is cut short when you hear someone call something out in the dining hall, so the two of you head over to investigate
  • Gonta is disappointed he didn’t get to admire flowers with s/o a little longer…
  • Suddenly, an idea pops into your head
  • You ask Gonta if he’d like to do this again sometime, but as a date!
  • Gonta is!!!!!! Screaming internally!!!!!!
  • He says yes!
  • You’re both so happy!

Ryouma Hoshi

  • ….
  • He’s a lot shorter up close than you expected
  • But you came here for a reason!
  • And that reason is to ask Hoshi on a date!
  • He turns around and sees you
  • You think you can see something light up a little behind his eyes?
  • But his expression overall is a bit…
  • Sorrowful?
  • A little more than usual, at that
  • Yikes, maybe I should come back later, you think…
  • “What is it, s/o?”
  • Here goes nothing
  • You ask him out on a date
  • You let him decide what he wants to do for the date because you honestly have no idea
  • The light behind his eyes shines a little brighter when you say that
  • And the look on his face is anything but sorrowful!
Love Potion

Request: @bear105 Can you do an imagine where Draco gets a love potion from the Weasley Twins joke shop hoping to use it on the reader please 😁

YAASS!! I literally screamed when I saw this request lmao (Y/F/N means Your Friend’s Name)

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Writing tips - Romance

Hey guys! Grim here.

One of my biggest pet peeves in writing is when a romance is poorly done. Many of you have probably already guessed that given the series that I constantly complain about but refuse to name for plausible deniability when it comes to fans finding my posts or potentially being C&D’d if the author’s legal team finds this blog. I sincerely believe that that could happen given some of the stuff that was said to fans of that series when they made a petition for the author to address some of their reasonable complaints.

So, anyway, here are some tips for writing a healthy, believable romance.

1. Mutual respect.

Your romance isn’t going to work if one of the characters is constantly being patronizing or overprotective of the other. It isn’t cute or endearing. It’s worryingly manipulative and abusive. Not things you want to be commending. 

Build a romance with a basis of respect however, and things are moving quickly in the right direction.

2. Familiarity

Okay, here’s where a bit of science comes in. Your likelihood of falling in love with someone (Propinquity. I am probably spelling that wrong. I took the first spellcheck option. Sounds like “per-pink-quitty”.) rises drastically the more time you spend with someone. This is why co-workers tend to have relationships - they see each other nearly every day. For a romance to blossom, you need a high propinquity and a level of familiarity that allows you to have a comfortable conversation, but not to have devolved into a pair of slippers for the other person. So best friends? Plausible, but they may be too familiar at that point.  

3. Westermark  Effect

Spellcheck does not recognize that, so I apologize if I have garbled the spelling. This is the thing that prevents rampant incest. basically, if you are raised in close proximity to someone else, your brain will trigger feelings of disgust at the thought of an intimate relationship with them. It is still possible, of course, but childhood friends may be prevented from entering a relationship because of this.

4. Stalking is not love

Stalking is not love. Most people will not find this attractive in the least. It is creepy and a violation of many laws. It is a major hint to the stalked person that the stalker is a yandere. A yandere for those who do not know (sounds like “yawn-deh-ree”) is a character who is obsessed with another, and will do anything to obtain attention and love from the object of their affection, including murder. Just look at any Let’s Play of the Yandere Simulator test builds. These characters are dangerous and extremely difficult to write well. 

5. Appeal of the tsundere

I include this because the trend nowadays seems to be for tsundere love interests. Also, it has been proven to work in real life. Basically, a tsundere is a character who has a soft side and a harsh side. The most popular format seems to be for the harsh side to be the public face of the character and the soft side to be brought out by the love interest. 

There are many themed cafes in Japan with tsundere waitstaff. The waiter begins by being standoffish i.e. “Oh, so i have to take your order? Great…”, then gradually becomes more and more affectionate to the customer, ending with something like “Hey, I’m really sorry I was so rude to you. Please come again, I can’t wait to take your order next time!”. Psychologically speaking, this appeals to the side of our brains that crave social acceptance, by starting harsh and ending up sweet, the waitstaff trick you into thinking that you have made progress in your relationship with them, which releases happy chemicals and makes us want to see them again. Now, the love interest probably isn’t out to trick anyone, but the same principle applies. 

Tsundere characters can veer into abusive territory alarmingly fast - just see the Wolf Girl and Black Prince anime/manga series in which the titular Wolf Girl winds up in a relationship with the attractive “Prince” of her school, only to discover he has a black heart and is willing to blackmail her. Extremely polarizing anime/manga, to say the least! If you want to write a good tsundere love interest, be sure to check out the above anime and other works featuring the character archetype. (You can see it for free on Crunchyroll - not advertising there.)  

6. Family matters

Okay, I have seen a certain character in a certain work act like she is in a father/daughter relationship with her love interest, and it is freaky. Like, psychological horror movie stuff. She was being held in a rocking chair, told off like a child, sang to sleep, there was a major age gap, it just screamed “She has serious father issues”. It was not healthy. It was not good. Do not write like that.

If you’re writing scenes that are meant to be sweet or fluffy, always ask yourself: “Is this something I would do/associate with a parental figure?” If the answer is yes, cut it out.

Also, in general there is a clause in both the bro code and the sister code that clearly states “Do not date your best friend’s sibling.” If you know someone for more than twenty-four hours, their siblings are off limits. They can happen, and they can be wonderful, lasting relationships, but consider this: if the relationship goes sour, what happens to that friendship? Just be wary.

If a family member disapproves of a love interest, there is usually a valid reason why. Ditto approval. This is also pretty standard for any relationship. Have your character take the reasons into account and make an informed decision about their relationship. Family and their opinions are important that way. 

If a family member wholeheartedly approves or disapproves of someone though, there may be something strange going on there. Alarm bells about the relationship should start going off in your protagonist’s head. “Why is the love interest so perfect in the family’s minds?” or “Are they involved in something shady that my family doesn’t want to tell me?” are both questions that need to be asked in that case. If someone immediately ingratiates themselves with the in-laws or royally ticks them off the relationship may need to be reconsidered.

7. Forced kisses

Not romantic. These are classed as assault in many countries, in fact. Do not do. In general, have the instigator ask politely the first couple of times, at least until they have been in an established romance for a while. When it comes to stuff more intimate than kissing, always have your characters ask, and be sure not to have a sober character agree to intimacy with a drunk or otherwise impaired character - that is called taking advantage at best. Consent is the most important thing here.  

8. Age gaps

There are a few general rules when it comes to writing romances with an age gap. The most common would probably be the five year and ten year rules. These simply state that the age gap should be no larger than five/ten years. A somewhat newer rule goes like this:

(Older love interest’s age/2) + 7 = minimum age of younger love interest

This prevents anyone younger than fourteen from dating and allows a larger age gap as someone gets older and more emotionally mature. I like this rule, it sets a reasonable limit (after all, a sixty year old dating an eighty year old is way less icky than a twenty year old dating a forty year old despite the same age gap applying) and you can calculate this with the calculator app that comes with most phones/PCs.

9. Double standards

Both partners should be equal in the relationship, and that includes the behavior and standards that they are held up to. Allowing a guy to do something horrible to the love interest without repercussions is not acceptable. Allowing a girl to do something horrible to the love interest without repercussions is not acceptable. Gender should not come into it at all.

10. Writing relationships of a different orientation to your own.

Apart from intimate situations, the relationship should be fundamentally the same as one someone of your orientation would enter into. I need say no more.

11. Asexual relationships.

I’m including this because I myself am asexual, and a friend mistakenly thought that meant I did not want any form of romantic relationship. As I explained to my friend, that is not necessarily true, asexual does not mean quite the same thing as aromantic. Asexual people do exist, though sadly there seems to be many misunderstandings and misconceptions. In general, I would explain an asexual character’s sexuality (or my own) as Asexual, –romantic, be that bi, hetero, homo, or aromantic. 

The only difference between an asexual and a non-asexual person is the lack of interest in sleeping with anyone. They could be just indifferent or actually repulsed by the thought of that kind of intimacy. (I actually upchucked a little when a friend described a sexual situation in a fanfic to me once. To this day i am both surprised and disgusted that they found that in a fanfic. To prevent this being a noodle incident, if you are really curious as to what they described to me, see the scene inside the dude’s head in Judge Dredd. Same thing really.)

Only example of this I’ve found in media would be Shelden Cooper from The Big Bang Theory. I don’t really watch it much, Shelden just stands out and sticks in my head.   

If you want to hint that a character is asexual without outright saying it, have them wear a plain black ring on the middle finger of their right hand.


Okay, I could ramble on for a while longer, but I’ve been typing this for the past few hours, so I’ll leave it at that.

Hope this was helpful! Have a nice day. :)