i still do my hair like that sometimes

  • Friend: how are you?
  • What I wish I can say:
  • Well, everything is falling apart. I'm barley going to school, I spend most of my days laying in bed, laid in my own self loathing. I feel empty everyday and I'm getting tired of it. I think about ever little embarrassing thing that happened over 2-4 years ago and cringe at myself....everyday.
  • I'm fucking exhausted, and I still can't sleep at night.
  • Sometimes it feels like I'm not even here, and it's like I lost myself somewhere along this dark, muddy path.
  • I can't stop thinking about my past traumas, my hair is falling out, my mood is getting lower, my future seems to be getting more bleak.
  • I have a suicide plan already in place.
  • Because I fucking hate myself, I hate what I've become, and I hate everything about this world.
  • What I do say: I'm good, what about you?
The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jengkook

Genre : Fluff, romance,comedy,implicit language,sexual innuendos
Pairing:Jungkook x reader
Length: 29K words
Summary : This is a series based on all of your first times with jungkook, from your childhood till adulthood



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2 days ago, Lusty&Nancy Bar, L.A, 00:42 AM

The scent of alcohol and smoke was heavy as Jungkook was drinking his last shot of martini before collapsing on her lap. She chuckled as she ran her soft fingers through his raven hair. Those majestic looking lips, that gorgeous nose and long lashes, could drive any girl insane at his sight, but only one girl could drive the latter over the edge. He untied his tie as he dropped it on the cold ground before making himself at home, sleeping on her lap. Jungkook was never completely drunk, but had this tendency to collapse at random moments and wake up randomly just to take off his clothes. He sniffled a few times before grabbing onto the soft hand that was caressing his ears.

“I missed you….” he murmured half coherently “…Y/N”

The girl’s face fell into a scowl as she heard your name coming out of his beautiful lips, one more time. Every time, it would be the same story. He would hit her up, they would talk for a few hours and he would end up drunk, sleeping on her lap. Who was she? His business partner Park Sooyoung. Tall, brunette, pretty and a bright future ahead of her. She made heads turn by her presence only. Being a year older than Jungkook, she often talked informally to him even if he was her superior. She never had any feelings towards the boy, but she couldn’t help but feel irritated every time he mentioned your unknown name before casually sleeping on her lap.

“Y/N… I really wonder who she is, for turning him into a mess” she sighed

“Sooyoung-ssi” Jungkook’s eyes suddenly sprung open “Do you think she still remembers me?” he unbuttons the first buttons of his dress shirt “Sometimes, I keep on wondering… if she actually cares about me?”

“Jungkook, I would like to give you an answer but—“

“It’s Mr. Jeon for you” he pointed at her before erupting in a fit of giggles “We’re still workmates remember?”

“Right… only workmates” she clenched her fist

“Mr. Jeon sounds like a sexier title as well. Right? How about Director Jeon?” he ran a hand through his hair before crouching his shoulders “That’s supposed to be my future title…” he grabbed her hand in his “Do you think I can do this?”

“I think the question should be: Do you want to do this?” she replied in a heartbroken tone

“You are right…” he laid his head back on her lap “What do I even want?” he laid the back of his hand on his forehead “I just want to go back home” he felt a tear slipping from his eyes

“Should I bring you back home?” Sooyoung smiled at him

The word home had a different meaning in Sooyoung’s suggestive context


Today, Dorms at Seoul University, 12:32 PM

You were sipping on your lemon tea as it was the start of a new semester in your area. You and your friends were about to have a blast for the last remaining weeks of summer before tackling another stressful term. It might’ve been your second year at Seoul University, but you never felt more than welcomed whenever stopping by campus. You’d usually go back home during the summers and get back to the dorms during the school year, but this year it was quite different, as you had to get back to the dorm earlier. Something about a change of roommates was occurring in your department. The dean’s daughter made a fuss about wanting to change rooms so they had to rearrange the rooms. Knowing that you were the only scholarship student in the residence building, they chose to make you move out to make more space for the new tenant.

“That little brat, I swear to god, she’s so spoiled and idiot” Jimin groaned as he watched you pack your belongings

“Don’t say that, Jimin” you nudged his arm “I mean, she does have a right to do this. She’s still the dean’s, one and only daughter.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that her IQ is lower than Hoseok’s grades. I despise people of her type the most”

“Why do you hate on her so much?”

“Because she ruined your summer! You had to get on a 3 hours train ride to pick up your stuff Y/N. Why can’t you realize that she’s an annoying brat? She purposely made you move your ass from your vacation break to come in town.”

“She probably didn’t mean it that way! I actually decided to drop by in advance, so stop it” you patted his arm

“Still doesn’t change the fact that you need to leave your room” Jimin rubbed his temples “Damn you, stupid Park Chaeyoung”

“I always thought she had something for you though…” you raised a brow at him “Like a tiny crush?” you winked

“W-What?! Whoah, that’s the best joke I’ve heard in a century” Jimin flushed a slight tint of red “Girls like her are what I want to avoid the most.” He scoffed “In the last two years I’ve lived on campus, I never saw a girl as whiny and as spoiled as her. Do you realize that her majesty has a personal slave that holds her goddamn haute couture Gucci bag? Even Taehyung who owns the whole Gucci collection doesn’t do that kind of shit”

“But still, she asked nicely” you replied “It’s her last year before leaving for Ireland. That’s the least I can do to help her, as a student”

“That’s the problem with you Y/N” Jimin pointed at you “You’re way too f*cking nice to be real.”

“Come on, it’s just a room” you rolled your eyes

“You’re moving to the science department dorms! Do you realize how creepy most of these guys are?”

“I always thought they were brilliant though “you grabbed your clothes “Namjoon Sunbae is such a cutie. He was the best T.A I ever had in my years here”

“Namjoon is an exception, I’m talking about the weird guys who are in the engineering department. They always become weird as f*ck around finals.” Jimin sighed “They apparently become crazy because of their work load. Take Yuta for example! He didn’t even last a semester in there! He gave up halfway and changed programs” He sighed “These poor beings.”

“Oh, are you talking about those weird rumors of them being perverts? The boys who are taking engineering at Seoul U, are cute though, well that’s what I always thought” you commented “They’re not crazy”

“Okay yes, they seem all normal, but that’s because you’re a girl. They won’t show you their real nature” Jimin pressed his back on the wall

“What about you? Mr. Psychology. Stop digging too far inside my brain with your manipulative talks” you stared at him

“What are you talking about?”

“Why are you so concerned about me, talking to the boys in engineering?” you raised a suspicious brow “Is it Jungkook who told you to look out for me, again?”

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a little like writing or loving

for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”

“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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How to spot a POT when you’re out

While I was sugaring I spent most of my time freestyling. After a couple of months I became a pro freestyler to the point that I started getting regular dudes to by me things.

So to help out any ladies who are moving over to the freestyle world I would like to give you some of the ways i would spot POTs while out. I’ll even talk about how I get vanilla men to buy me what I want.

Do remember that this isn’t a 100% successful all the time. You will make mistakes and you will find some bad POT even with this list but don’t let it discourage you.

Let’s start with something simple…

Where are you seeing him

If you see a man while you’re at a Gala, fundraiser, nice restaurant, or a private event he’s probably a sure thing. But if you see him at burger king, the local mall, or at a public event either walk away or enter with caution.

I met my last couple of SDs at some private events I got invited to. They turned out to be the sponsors of the event so I knew they were the kind of men to give money and give they did. My next sign is…

His business card

Not only is this giving you the info you need to screen him but the quality of it tells you the quality of the business.

I’ve done graphic designing before and let me tell you it’s not cheap to print a nice business card. If it’s thick, with raised letters, info on the back, and has gold on it than it cost a good amount of money.

Another thing to look for is his job title because not all are the same and all of them don’t have to be CEO titles. I personally like Founders and Co-founder but I’ve had a couple very giving Executive directors too so you never know.

Let’s move on to some basic signs…

How is he dressed?

I know this is broad so I’ll break it down.

Does his suit fit?

Men who have high paying jobs always have to look their best which means 9 times out of 10 they re wearing a suit. But because many men are trying to fake it till they make it, you have to make sure the suit fits literally.

If his suit is slipping off the shoulder, to long in the arms, a little big on him or worse wrinkled then pass. You want to spot a tailored man; trust me even if it’s off the rack a wealthy man will get it tailored.

Just look at this SwagUp

Is the material good quality?

We’re all women who love buying high quality outfits, so I know you all know what good material feels and looks like. I’ve found myself shopping for SDs just to know what certain suits and clothing felt and looked like.

Good quality suits are based on thread counts kind of like bed sheets. The higher the count the softer and more silk like it feels which means the more it costed. My favorite high end shop for men is Brooks Brothers hands down but if you want to see some great examples of high quality mens clothes go to blacklapel.com

Does he have nice shoes

This a pretty obvious one especially if you know what real leather looks like. But seeing that a lot of millionaires now are tech heads, and weed growers I urge you all to know what the latest sneaker wear is excluding Jordans. Any man can own some Jordans but not all men can buy one of Gary V’s new Kswiss shoe line before it’s on the market.

This also goes for clothes too. Be sure to know what a good quality shirt and jeans looks like for wealthy men. I’ve seen many tech CEOs go to private events with jeans and blazer that cost just as much as a tailored suit.

Is his watch expensive?

We all know most guys are rocking a Rolex but that’s not the only watch that’s expensive. Many men I dealt with wore mainly Cartier, Bvlgari, Hublot, and Patek Philippe watches (as well as other accesories). These brands come in different styles but they all cost a lot of money some are in the millions.

As I mentioned with the clothes styles there are changes in style due to the type of men who are making millions now. So don’t get turned of by rubber bands and smart watches because they can cost just as much. Look up the Tag Heuer watches they are a high quality smart watch and you can tell them apart from others.

Does he have simple but expensive frames?

Not many women think about frames but as a person who love buying new sunglasses every summer I’ve started to learn my frame brands. When I go to these presentations and notice a man with fancy glasses I always make it a point to tell him I like his (insert brand) glasses. This has always equalled me getting a business card.

So for those who don’t know, look for frames by Catier, Lindberg, Karen Walker, and Tom Ford. Of course there are many designer options for glasses you can easily recognize but if you know the ones that no one else picks up on it can be a great ice breaker.

How he grooms himself

A wealthy man isn’t necessarily a healthy man but he’s always we’ll groomed. They upkeep themselves at all times and keep all their grooming appointments. Of course there are men who aren’t always clean cut but they’re still groomed.

Their hair is always styled, yes even in if they’re in dreadlocks, their nails are usually cut and filed, his bread line will be lined up, and his skin will more than likely be soft. Some men have softer hair than I do sometimes because their products are way better.

Originally posted by gurl

My old SD would by bulks of moisturizing soaps, and lotion to keep his skin from drying out. His hands were so soft that it put my hands to shame. Of course you can’t see that from across the room but whenever a man introduces himself he will shake your hand and you will get to feel. Please exclude having soft hands if you find out his job is more outdoors but even they can have soft hands too.

How he approaches you

How a man approaches you can show you where you have an advantage or disadvantage.

Slow = Time saver , Fast = Time Waster

Now from what I’ve observed whenever a man is really quick to come over and give me his number he’s usually also very quick to do everything else. Men like that usually don’t want long term arrangements so I don’t really waste my time with them.

Now a man that comes to you, ask you questions, and arranges a meet up while giving you his number is more likely to be a SD. Intentions are always shown in snippets starting from the day he meets you to the third date which is my arrangement time limit so watch for signs like this speed example.

I had one guy walk pass me like this and I melted in my seat

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

Talks about himself = Be a listener

Ask lots of questions = Be mysterious

If you meet a man and he’s talking about his work and his accomplishments a lot, one of three things are happening.

  1. He’s trying to show off and you can get lots of gifts from him.
  2. He’s trying to impress you and you can start equating his impressiveness with how much attention you give him.
  3. He just wants someone to talk to and he might be willing to pay you to be a sympathetic and intimate listener.

Now if the tables are turned and he wants to you to talk more leave some mystery with the answers you give. If he ask you where you live you can say “ This is my hometown but I’ve lived in many cities after I was done with school.” Giving broad answers like that will not only help keep your identity safe but it will leave you with more stuff talk about at later dates.

Mystery will always have your POT wanting more which means more dates which equals more money.

Interaction with others

The one thing I have to say about this is watch how he treats people who serve him because that shows how he could or/will treat you. You are providing him a service and if he doesn’t respect that at a small scale he won’t respect it at a big scale either.

Last but not least my last sign for spotting POTs is…

Is he approaching you with a ring on?

Most married men who are trying to entertain me are looking for some kind of escape or excitement. So when I hear them complimenting me, sharing stories, and looking me up and down I know I have a POT. Now if he’s good or bad is seen by the previous signs but more than likely he wants to pay for your time.

As many might know married men pay more due to them having more to lose but they also have less time to give (unless legally separated). So if you don’t mind a ring get your flirt on and make your money.

Originally posted by imaginepace

Vanilla men

How I get regular men to buy me things is actually very simple but you have to pick the right man.

You know those guys you see that try to stunt about how successful they are and the guys you see faking it till they make it. Thats the kind of guy you’re looking for.

So you want to go to places they go to make this work (ex. Club VIP, Networking events, Artsy events, etc.).

Before I go out to these events I do the following things:

  • Do my best natural face makeup look
  • Wear somethings that shows all my curves
  • Wear comfy statement heels (yes, they do exist)
  • Wear my hair down
  • And put all the good smells on.

Once presentable I will go out to these event and flirt it up. Once I get my first drink from a man I start to ask for something a little more expensive and if he gets it I’ll have officially started the cycle of giving.

On our first date I always pick the place and “introduce him” to something new. I usually pick a place I go to treat myself anyway just in case he’s not as giving and tries to split the check. But if he’s gets through three dates like this with a gift (that I ask for) at the third I know I can get him to keep giving to me.

I had guys buying me stuff like drake did Nicki lol

Originally posted by hellaa-pink

This is how I do it but I’ve heard and seen different methods so if you have any please share.

I hope this was all helpful and look forward to my next post.

Much Love T

maybe i’m not easy to love.
i have a strong heart. it’s a strong
heart but sometimes it still
hurts when people try to pull on it.
it’s my lungs that are the
problem. i lose my breath faster
than i lose my headphones.
it’s like my lungs are two balloons
being squeezed too tightly
and my chest concaves
and i feel like they’re going to just
pop. i’m not easy to love.
it’s more than just that.
i do impulsive things like cut
all of my hair off and tell you i
love you before i’m sure
i do. and one day you’ll wake up
and you’ll notice that i’m
not as kind as you thought i was.
or i’m not as smart.
or as pretty.
and you’ll realise i’m not
easy to love. you’ll
realise you just wanted to believe
i am. that you’d managed
to convince yourself otherwise.
—  (r.e.s)

Based off the song Oops by Little Mix feat. Charlie Puth

Word Count: 568

Warnings: Implied smut kinda. Fluff

A/N: This kinda turned into one of those drabbles where I didn’t actually define the pairing. So you can decide who you want this to be with. Dean, Sam, Cas, someone from another fandom, whoever you’re crushing on at the moment… All I know is that this song is absolutely adorable!!

Version en Español: Oops

Y/N and I are just friends.

Yeah. Friends.

That’s it. We tried the dating thing and both decided that we were better off as friends.

So yeah. Friends.

Then why do I keep waking up in her bed?

But we’re still just friends.

You know, the kind of friends who sometimes, maybe, every once in a while, no big deal, might backslide.

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My heart was racing as we neared her in line. I’m a huge Jensen/Dean fan, so of course I follow their family closely, and it didn’t take long for me to adore Danneel. I’d heard nothing but good things from those that’d met her, and I was excited to see what she was like for myself.

I approach her with a (probably) shit-eating grin on my face. “Hiiii, Danneel!!”

“Heeyyy,” she said brightly. I stepped toward her timidly.

“Can I have a hug?” I ask.

“Sure!” she smiles, opening her arms. Oh my goodness she was so tiny but gave the best hug.

I step back. “I just want to say, on behalf of all women, PLEASE start a fashion blog,” I grin. She looks flattered. “I follow your social media and you always look so cute! I’d just love to hear where you get your stuff.”

“Aw, thank you,” she says, still looking flattered. “Sometimes I come downstairs and Jensen and Gino see what I’m wearing and go, ‘Uhhh, no’.” She laughs.

“What??” I demand in disbelief. “Girl, you do you. You always look on point. I’ve been dying to ask where you get those headbands you wear, I have a big forehead so I need those in my life.”

“What? You look so good, your hair looks so pretty,” she says, and I melt a little inside, because Misha had told me that morning that I have pretty hair; and even if it was just for a moment, I felt like I had my life together. Gino chooses that moment to cut in for a second and compliment my sweater (which is furry), and Danneel agrees.

“Aw, thank you!” I gush.

“Sure! And honestly I just kind of get stuff everywhere,” she continues to answer my question. “I shop at old-fashioned stores a lot.”

“Like thrift shops and stuff?”

She nods. “Yeah, and I buy wayyy too many shoes. Half of my shirts and stuff have holes in them but whatever.”

I smile so big. She is so relatable and chill it’s ridiculous. “Who cares if they have holes? As long as you feel cute, that’s what matters.”

I turn toward my friend who’d been holding my camera waiting on me to shut my big mouth 😂 We take a few pics, when they both compliment my “legit” camera (Sony alpha) and I continue walking down the table toward the end where Gino was.

I ask if they’d brought any FBB sweatshirts or hats, they say that no, unfortunately they only brought tees because of how expensive shipping was. They mentioned some ungodly amount and I whistled.

“Well I ordered a t shirt as soon as they were posted,” I tell them. “Do y’all know when they’d be coming in? At the bottom of the page it said they’d ship on the 30th.”

“Oh, yeah, they should definitely ship out by then,” Danneel says. She makes a stinky face. “But I cant tell you exactly when it’ll come in. The platform we’ve been using for online orders has been, uh, giving us some issues. Safe to say we won’t be using that platform much longer.”

I thanked them and told them it was amazing to meet them. They returned it.

Danneel is so laid back and sassy and I love her; I can see now how her and Jensen get along so well, and why he calls her his best friend; she’s so super easy to talk to.

It was a good weekend❤️

I still have the flowers you bought me last Valentine’s Day. They died a while ago along with the love you used to have for me.

I sometimes sleep in your sweatshirt because it reminds me that what we had was real. It doesn’t smell like you anymore but it comforts me to know that even though you don’t love me anymore, you did. You used to.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget the sound of your voice. It’s been months since I’ve seen you last, but I can still hear you moaning my name if I try hard enough.

I visited your town last week. Every single spot had a memory. It was a weird feeling to go back to a place that doesn’t feel as welcoming as it once did. I noticed someone covered up our initials we engraved in that bench by the boardwalk and a piece of me fell apart. I wonder if it was you.

I don’t cry in my sleep anymore. My mom says I’m doing really well but sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and it hurts all over my body, just like the way it did the night you told me you didn’t want to love me anymore.

I don’t think I’m as sad as I was six months ago but I still miss the feeling of your hands in my hair. I recognize you as a comfortable sadness. Like realizing a part of you is missing, but understanding that it’s never coming back.

—  Messages I almost sent you, but never did

anonymous asked:


This wasn’t an ask but i appreciate both the all caps and the praise so IDK. Take this.

It started out simply as these things always do. A casual touch, the lightest brush of fingers over Jesse’s chest to pick a bit of debris from the red flannel and the coyote’s heart jumped.

“Always so focused on grooming,” Jesse chuckled the words, hiding his face below the brim of his cowboy hat. He brushed a few specs of concrete off his stomach. The mission was long over and they would land on base. There would be showers and fresh clothes for everyone.

Jesse tried not to think on that too long. Or the musky pine smell of Hanzo so near to him and covered in dried sweat. It held the alpha’s scent so well.

He fought the desire to lean into it, focusing on the slightly stagnant metal of the engines through the ventilation system.


The next time Hanzo touched him, it seemed by accident but Jesse’s heart tumbled. “Thanks, Pardner.” Jesse smiled awkwardly at Hanzo, the tie knot sliding up to rest against his throat. “Ain’t had to do that in a long time.”

“Hmm,” the archer studied his work thoughtfully, slowly stroking a finger down the black silk to smooth it. “You will blend in now. If you can keep from getting dirty.”

“You like it when I’m dirty,” Jesse leaned forward slightly, stealing a whiff of Hanzo’s hair. Without his cowboy boots on, they were roughly the same height. It made his stomach swoop as Hanzo merely smiled and shrugged off the accusation.


Jesse’s rut came as scheduled, carefully planned to avoid interference with their missions. It wasnt common knowledge he was an Omega and no one needed to know. There was no official record of what any of them were and some carried Alpha on their shoulders with pride or apathy. Most didn’t care.

Jesse chose to keep his quiet and close to the chest. But you couldn’t really keep anything too private living together on a dorm floor and spending weeks together at a time without showering.

“Does it pain you, to be an omega?” Hanzo asked as they sat on the roof edge. Passing a blunt back and forth, prescribed to them for depression and anxiety respectively.

“Nah,” Jesse huffed out a breath, watching the waves crash steadily against the shore. “Heats are like the longest case of blueballs ya ever had but… you know about that.”

Hanzo snorted and rolled his eyes. “Ruts alone are much the same.” He took a long drag, eyes closing to savor the moment. “But that was not what I asked.”

“Strong, handsome and smart?” Jesse shook his head. “Its not fair for one man t’have so many charms.”

When Hanzo didn’t take the bait, Jesse sighed. He knew he could change the subject of conversation but it wasn’t a big deal. If he treated it like a normal thing, it would seem like it. 

“Hurt lots, when I was young. Always throwing my heart and body at whatever alpha showed interest. It was a hard lesson t’learn and my body lies about it sometimes still.”

Hanzo reached over to pick something out of his hair, fingers sliding to caress over his scalp. He leaned into it eagerly, weak to Hanzo’s head scratches.

“Why you like grooming so much?”

“Because you do not flinch when I touch you.”

Jesse rumbled, the sound deep and somber. “You’ve always been gentle with me.” he shrugged, letting his nose trail over the bare flesh of Hanzo’s left shoulder. He breathed in the alpha’s scent, knowing how it could sear with rage or warm his chest with tenderness.

Hanzo simply nodded, carding his fingers through Jesse’s hair.

“mmm, feels so nice. having you touch me.” Jesse admitted, melting under the weight of Hanzo’s hand. He longed for more, slowly tinting his scent to a golden amber.

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Taehyung Scenario: Flirty Eyes.

Request: Hey! I would like to request a scenario where the reader is staff (makeup) and she’s the same age as Tae, they (ot7) love her. And she loves JK (like a brother and she’s always protecting him from the other jokes). Tae likes her and flirt (too much sexy) w/ her all the time and get jealous of the relationship between the reader and jk! PLEASE CAN U USE “Noona kiss me just once” “But I’m not ur noona” (i need a little bit of childish Tae)

Genre: Fluff / Romance

Over the time you had working as a makeup artist for Big Hit, you’d mastered the art of holding back your laughter, which wasn’t exactly the easiest thing to do when the members of BTS were around. It was simply natural to feel at ease with them, to be part of their games and joking around with them, specially with the three youngests three since you were just about Jimin and Taehyung’s age, and they were practically always, one way or another, putting you between their play fighting.

-Am I ready now? - Jungkook asked when you were giving the last touches to his eyebrows.

-You’ll never be - snickered Jimin by his side and you bit back a smile because Jungkook’s brows furrowed, he opened his eyes and his face changed instantly, which only meant that a debacle with Jimin was just about to start, and it did. Jungkook retaliated with a witty remark that had Jimin lunging at him while you stepped back and away from their fuzz just on time.

-please don’t ruin your makeup Jungkook- you said softly, not paying much attention to the two guys fighting since you very well knew it was going to end in a few minutes, you still had to do Jimin’s makeup anyway.

You started to organize your brushes and looked slyly to the place you remembered Taehyung sitting which was at the couch against the wall by your left, it wasn’t that far from you and when your eyes laid upon him, you realized Taehyung had been looking at you all this time. You gasped internally and averted your eyes, well, maybe that hadn’t been as sly as you’d hoped to. Somehow, you felt caught even if you had done nothing at all to feel that way, except for screaming internally for your heart to calm down with the sight of him. You had a good relationship with the entire group, but there was a certain something about Taehyung that you couldn’t help but feel slightly different towards him, you knew since a long time ago that you found him attractive and you wouldn’t dare to mention the times you’d dreamed with him, how you got a little nervous around him, not enough for others to notice but just enough for you to acknowledge.

-Can I go second? - Taehyung’s voice surprised you and you gasped, nearly dropping your favorite shading kit if he didn’t catch it first. He smirked at you with those playful eyes of his and held your kit for you. -Here, are you alright Y/N? -

-Perfectly- you cleared your throat, taking the kit form his hand and forcing yourself to not think about how nice Taehyung’s hands were. -take a sit-

-Your wish is my command - Taehyung plopped down onto the chair biting on his lower lip, the smirk on his face getting wider by the second and you were glad he couldn’t hear the pace of your heart. he always managed to say these things and get you flustered out of practically nothing.

You held his face carefully and right before he closed his eyes, he winked at you and you couldn’t help but smile and start to work on him.

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anonymous asked:

Who kissed who first? Can you tell us the story of how it happened?? Waits patiently with chin hands and dreamy eyes :)

This was supposed to be a short headcanon and then well one thing led to another. (still short but longer than intended)

It’s inarguably the best first date she’s ever been on.

She’d taken Kara to a fancy (but not too fancy) Thai fusion restaurant for dinner. She had restrained herself from renting out the whole place and instead secured a large corner booth. She had watched adoringly as Kara shoveled down three bowls of curry, laughed at her stories of Snapper Carr’s antics. In turn Kara had listened to her ridiculous stories or board members and stock holders.

Kara’s eyes crinkled at the edges when she laughed.

They had ended up staying long after the plates and bowls were cleared, the conversation turning personal but still staying light.

It was nice.

To sit and talk to someone and not worry about them judging her because of her family.

To have a friend.

To have a hot friend.

Who was willing to go on a date with her.

Who held hands with her on top of the table while playing footsie underneath.

Who insisted on walking her to her door.

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anonymous asked:

Gees Mun, I wish my hair was as long as yours(Actual or not xD) mine gets nearly half your length and I get a bunch of split ends... Does Uf or Ht ever braid it for you?

OH TRUST ME FRIEND, You don’t want this curse of large fluffy hair. As much as I love drawing it and messing with it when I’m bored - it is not worth it. THIS THING ON MY HEAD IS A DANGER TO MY HEALTH. Honestly, the amount of times I’ve nearly suffocated under it or shut it in a car door is insane and oooh, just, I have had numerous thoughts of just shaving it all off. Of course I won’t, but dang its a lot of hard work to take care of!

But uhhhhh, onto your question. 

For UF!Sans, we’ve been together a while now so he knows how to take care of my hair when it comes to combing out the knots and the hard to reach places but… Uh, styling it? He knows only two styles; ponytails and tucking my hair in the back of my shirt so I don’t get hair in whatever food I’m eating or project I’m working on. Still, when he gets bored sometimes he likes to play with it - either by combing his hands through it while we cuddle or using it to make me a beard and a mustache.

AS FOR HT!SANS. Do NOT. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. LET HIM TOUCH. YOUR HAIR. I guess if you have shorter hair its fine, but be forewarned because he has been cursed with the ability to get tangled in ANYTHING. I mean it, anything. He has been banned from touching my hair because the last time he tried to ‘help’ me comb through it - my sister ended up hunched over us for like 3 hours trying to detangle my hair from his phalanges.

If you want a true braid though, look no further than Papyrus. Any Papyrus really. They are master hairstylist, oh my stars. Seriously, I don’t know how they do it but its the most relaxing, gentle, soothing process you will ever go through and damn do they make you look good!

(I’m not sure if its because they were all looking forward to having the wind blowing through their hair so they practiced or maybe they wanted a little sibling with hair they could do for them? Whatever it may be, they are the best.)

Surprise, Tony!

Peter was eating some cold pizza out of the fridge in the Avengers Tower when his phone started ringing. He checked the caller ID and rolled his eyes when he saw that his boyfriend had changed his name in his phone to “BIG DADDY POOL <<33”.
“Hey, Wade, are you on your way over?”
“Yes. I had to take a quick detour, sorry I’m late.”
“That’s alright. Be safe, I’ll be waiting for you.”
A few minutes and several slices of pizza later Wade stuck his head into the kitchen.
“Hey, Peter. I have something to tell you.”
“You gotta promise to not get mad.”
“When you say that it makes me feel like you’re about to tell me something enfuriating and then play victim when i get mad. So no.”
“You know me so well. Okay. I um. I got a dog… or 4.”
“4 dogs? Where are you gonna put 4 dogs?”
“I was hoping… here?”
Wade stepped into the kitchen holding a box full of squirming, whimpering puppies. Peter had to admit, they were pretty cute. But no way would his dads let him keep a bunch of dogs in the tower. As Peter approached the box and reached a hand in to pet one several of the little dogs started barking in excitement. Peter heard Tony call his name in annoyance as an almost running Clint came down the hall.
“Are - are those puppies?”, Hawkeye panted.
“That they are, Mr. Eye. Would you care to hold one?”, Wade said politely as he handed one of the puppies to Clint. Clint baby talked and petted the dog before bellowing for Natasha.
Natasha and Bruce came down to the kitchen and we’re greeted by the yipping of 3 other puppies dying to play with someone.
Natasha went to Clint and began petting the dog that he held while Bruce immediately picked one up and put it on the floor to play tug of war with the nearest plastic spatula.
“Mr. Parker”, Jarvis spoke up, “Mr. Stark requests your presence in the common room.”
Peter quickly made his way to meet with Tony.
“Hey, Dad!”, he said, attempting to sound cheerful and not at all like he’s hiding something.
“Peter. Why is everyone in the kitchen?”
“Ummm. Wade is here.”
“That’s some bullshit, Peter, nobody ever wants to hang out with Wade. Wade’s a jackass. You’re the only one that likes Wade.”
“Okay. Got it.”, Peter sighed. He’s heard this phrase more times than he can count.
“So, what I’m saying, Peter, is that if what I think is happening is happening. It better not be. Am I clear?”
“Crystal, sir. But uh, could you run by me again what it is you think is happening?”
Tony cocked his head to the side and gave Peter his best “you’re an idiot” face.
“I have a strong feeling that-”
“Wade brought puppies to the tower, hun!”, Steve said cheerfully as he walked in holding a puppy.
“He. Uggghhhhh.”, Tony rolled his eyes dramatically and started striding towards the kitchen. “You’re grounded.”, he pointed at Peter as he exited the room.
Peter gave an exasperated huff. Steve patted Peter on the back and grinned, “Overruled.”
Peter smiled in relief and scratched the dog behind the ears, “Thanks, Pops.”
Steve and Peter walked into the kitchen to see Tony and Wade arguing while everyone else ignored them and played with the puppies.
“But everybody loves them! And they love you!”, Wade exclaimed as he pushed the puppy he was holding towards Tony.
“Wade Winston, I will straight up punch. you. in. the. face. if that thing gets any hair on me.”
“Be that as it may, but you can’t say no to this little guy!”, Wade chuckled as the puppy enthusiastically licked his face. “Besides, everybody else likes them.”
“Was this a bribe to get into the Avengers because the answer is still a resounding no.”, Tony leaned against the counter.
“Okay, Mr. Stark, first of all no, it was not a bribe but that’s a pretty good idea and I will most likely be doing that sometime soon. And secondly, I had to! It was my moral obligation!”
“Since when do you have morals?”, Natasha asked as she cuddled the puppy in her arms.
“Thank you, Nat!”, Tony exclaimed as if his point had just been proven.
“Ignoring that rude and very hurtful comment (what the hell, Natasha). They were alone in a box on the sidewalk. The box said their parents had died. I thought you and Batman were like the head authority on dead parents.”, Wade said and quickly ducked from the punch that was thrown at him. Wade held the dog in front of his face and yelled, “YOU WOULDN’T HIT A PARENTLESS PUPPY WOULD YOU?!”
“Okay, that is enough.”, Steve stepped in between the two. “All in favor of keeping them raise your hand.”
Everyone except for Tony raised a hand.
“All opposed?”
Tony raised his hand and looked around.
“You better raise that hand, Peter.”
“No, Dad, I kinda like the dogs. They’re adorable.”, Peter held the dog that Bruce was playing with up to his face and matched the dog’s puppy eyes.
“No loyalty. Now you’re double grounded.”
“Double overruled! We’re keeping them!”, Steve said excitedly. Everyone cheered as they played with their new pets. Clint and Natasha bickered over the name of their puppy while Bruce sat quietly on the ground with his sleepy furball. Peter made his way over to Wade and gave him a quick peck on the lips while his dads weren’t looking and smiled. The puppy squirmed around in Wade’s hands and was passed to Peter. He had a passing thought that Wade was like this puppy- a handful, but oh so worth it.

~request a prompt, pretty please~

When You Love Someone

Request:  Hi i absolutely love your work, you write so beautifully; I actually have a request if you dont mind a Theo Raeken imagine based on the song When you love someone by James TW. Thank you & good luck with your exams :)

A/N: Thank you so much for your support, it means a lot. I hope you enjoy this one, and I’m so sorry for taking this long. Also thanks a lot, the exams were good! All the love.

Word Count: 752 words

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Y/N’s POV 

“Baby did u pack everything you need for the weekend?” I asked my five year old daughter, Amelia. 

“Yes mummy,” she replied.

“Good, let me check on your brother then we’ll leave, sounds alright?” 

She nodded and began sipping her juice.

I left the kitchen then walked towards the living room to see my eight year old son, Peter, settled on the couch watching tv.

“Hey mister, are you ready to spent the weekend with daddy?” I asked him, kissing his forehead gently.

He shrugged and continued watching tv. I sighed and sat there with him.

He took the divorce of me and Theo hard. Amelia is too young to understand, so is he but he knows we are just a broken family now. There’ve been changes in this house.

It don’t make sense, but nevertheless

Theo and I decided to part ways seven months ago, since then we lived separately. I had the kids all week except weekends, Theo got them for weekends.

“Baby, we have to leave now,” I said gently stroking his hair.

He sighed sadly and nodded, he got up and began taking his bag.

“Amelia, honey, let’s go.” I called for her. She nodded and held her teddy bear before happily going towards the car.

I locked the door and began settling kids on the car and started driving.

After we reached Theo’s house, the kids all ran towards the door and rang the doorbell.

I watched Theo open the door looking as beautiful as ever and opening his arms to greet his babies.

“Hello, hello I missed you guys, are you guys alright?” He asked before placing kiss on both of their forehead.

I stood awkwardly there before his door. He saw me and smiled lightly.


“Hi Theo.”

“Come in?” 

“No, I actually have to be home soon I have lot of work pending,” I smiled weakly at him.

“Just for a cup of tea then you can go?” He insisted.


The kids were already in the living room, Peter coloring his colorbook quietly and Amelia playing with her teddy, both sat on the carpeted floor.

Theo and I went to his kitchen. 



Theo and I spoke at the same time.

“You first,” Theo chuckled.

“It’s about Peter,” I mumbled.

“What about him?” Theo asked concerned.

“I talked with his teacher the other day, he seems quiet nowadays too quite,” I said.

“He took the divorce hard,” Theo said gently massaging his forehead closing his eyes, a habit when he’s worried.

“Yeah, we should talk with him? Make him understand, atleast try to make him understand the situation?” I wondered.

Theo just nodded and I left the kitchen to walk into the living room.

“How can I make him understand this situation while I’m still trying to understand how it all happened.” Theo whispered so quietly, alone in his kitchen.

“Mommy?” Peter asked.

“Yes my lovey?” 

“Why do we have two homes now?” He asked sadly.

I took a deep breathe, “son, you should know, sometimes mom’s and dad’s fall out of love, sometimes two homes are better than one.” I smiled sadly

Some things you can’t tell your sister ‘cause she’s still too young,” Theo joined bringing a tray full of snacks and two mugs of tea for us and two glass of soft drinks for the kids.

“Yeah,” I said stroking Peter’s hair as he sat on my lap after I settled on the couch, Amelia too oblivious to what’s happening, playing with her dolls.

“Ame, would you like some drinks, baby? I got your favourite cookies too,” Theo cooed at his youngest.

That caught her attention and she ran towards Theo, helping herself with the snacks and going to play again on the carpeted floor.

“Why mommy? Why daddy? I want a complete family too like my friends.” Peter said.

“Baby we are complete family, we always will be, it’s just we live in two houses but we’re still a family.” Theo assured him, gently kissing him on his forehead.

You gotta believe us, it’s all for the best, It don’t make sense, it don’t add up,
 but remember we’ll always love you no matter what
,” I said smiling softly.

“Always,” Theo promised.

This made Peter smile.

“Now, A FAMILY HUG!” Theo cheered and called Amelia too.

Theo hugged all three of us and we all held each other tightly affectionately.

I felt Theo place a small kiss on my forehead and gently said, “we’ll always be a family.” 


From Amy, With Love (Epilogue)

Dear Boys,

I know it’s been a while since I’ve been by Ego Inc., but Mark and I decided to take some time to be alone together after everything that happened. I’m sure you guys will understand.

Mark is taking me to this awesome place in the desert for my birthday! I’m so excited, but I hate that I won’t be able to see you guys. Yes, I’ve received all your presents in the mail already, and I’m still not sure how you got the post office to ship that giant stuffed alien. But I’m not complaining.

Tell Wilford that I appreciate the pink “letter opener,” and I will use it to open many “letters.” I feel like a real Peebstache now. Tell Host that I’m taking the books he sent on the trip with me, and I plan on reading them to Mark while he drives. Oh, and make sure Bim knows that the little cactus he sent me is perfectly healthy and currently sitting in my bedroom window. I’ve named him Bimmy. Aren’t I creative?

Mark says hi. He’s been brainstorming new ways to integrate you guys into the channel, and I think it’s been good for him to have something to distract him. He still gets nightmares. Host, I think you might want to talk to him when we get back. (But don’t tell him I told you about it. He’s too proud to admit when he needs help sometimes.)

Me? I’m just the same. You can’t even see the stitches because of my hair, and the wound is healing up nicely. Don’t worry. Hey, I can feel you worrying right now. Quit it. I don’t often get nightmares anymore, and when they do come, I remind myself that I’ve got like a dozen big brothers making sure that I’m safe.

Wilford text me that you muzzled Dark? Whose idea was that? Because they deserve a gold star, and I want pictures.

Speaking of pictures, I’ll be sure to take plenty of them while we’re on the trip with the camera the Doctor sent me! I’m really excited to be a pile of hipster trash and take lots of pretty Polaroids to bring back to you. For the Host, I’ve brought along a notebook, and I’m going to attempt to write about everything that I see so that I can read it to you when I come back.

I love you guys. Please try to get along while I’m gone. I’d really appreciate it if you are all in one piece when I come back.

And I can’t thank you enough for everything you did for me and Mark. I thought that I should let you know, Mark doesn’t know how to tell you guys how sorry he is for letting Dark control you for as long as he did. This nightmare was one hell of a wake-up call. Mark wants to make things right. That’s why he was at Ego Inc. in the first place that day, and if you’ll give him a chance, he wants to help you.

Well, I hear Mark calling me now, so this letter will have to end here. Ed, I have no idea where you got trained carrier pigeons from, but it’s awesome. I hope it works. I hope you get this. I’ll be back soon; I promise.


From Amy, with love.

(Gah, I cried writing this! So, this is it for FAWL for now. I may come back to it later because I feel like this timeline has plenty more possibilities, but as many of you have pointed out, I don’t want to ruin what FAWL is right now. Don’t worry, though. There is plenty more angst where this came from!)

Maybe I do still think about you a hundred times a day. Maybe I do still think of you when I do certain things, like wear my hair that way you loved or listen to a song you showed me. Maybe I do still cry sometimes, pieces of my heart rolling down my cheeks as fast as rivers. Maybe I do still feel that last kiss on my lips some days. Maybe I do still say your name a little sweeter than his. Maybe I am still struggling to let go. But at the end of even my very worst days, days when I saw memories of you everywhere I went, only heard your name in every story someone told, I’m still a little less broken than when you left me. I can breathe. I can laugh. I can get out of bed, put on my makeup, and make it through the day without crying all of it off. I can feel the cracks you left healing, feel my mind pushing you out a little more every day. I know I will wake up one day, maybe in a month, maybe in 10 years, but one day I will wake up next to someone who loves me just as much as I love them. Someone who will recognize that when I love, I love with everything in me. I don’t believe in holding back. I will give him everything, and he’ll love the good, and he’ll love that I’m honest about the bad. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I talk so much, and that my laugh echoes off the walls. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I’m clingy because he knows that texting him every 20 minutes when we’re apart is my way of saying that he’s the most important person in my phone. He’ll spend his whole life loving my big eyes and watching the colors change. He’ll spend his whole life loving my arms around him, and my late night “I love you"s, and my random bursts of goofy that he’ll never understand but he’ll love that it keeps him on his toes. He’ll spend his whole life loving all the things you did, but he’ll love them enough to know that someone like me can’t be replaced, and he’ll know better than to let me feel unloved. He’ll spend his whole life loving all of me. And on that day that I wake up next to him, I won’t remember the boy who took my love for granted when I was 17. But trust me, you’ll remember me. A small piece of you will always remember me.
—  I’m irreplaceable, you’re a dime a dozen
Prompt 11 - Hate Myself

Based losely off of this:

Person A: You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first

Person B: Bullshit. I have never loved myself but her, oh God, I love her so much that i forget what hating myself feels like


Jason and Bruce were sitting on a blanket in front of Wayne Manor while Y/N, Dick, and Damian were doing acrobatics further out on the lawn. Jason’s and Bruce’s relationship had gotten a lot better ever since Jason started dating Y/N.

“I really love her, you know?” Jason whispered

Bruce sighed, “Are you sure that you can really love her?”

Jason looks at Bruce sharply, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bruce straightens and turns more toward Jason, still keeping Y/N, Dick, and Damian in his peripheral vision. “You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first, Jason”

“Bullshit” Jason snapped

“All I’m saying is that it might be difficult to really love her if you hate yourself”

“Are you alright babe?” Y/N calls, seeing the tension in Jason’s shoulder.

His eyes immediately soften when they meet Y/N’s, “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me”

Y/N nods and turns back to Dick who is trying to teach Damian and Y/N how to walk on their hands.

Jason whips back around to face Bruce, “You listen to me, B. Don’t you ever question my feelings for Y/N, ever”

“Jay, I was just trying …”

“No” Jason interrupted, “I have never loved myself, but Y/N, God, I love her so much that I forgot what hating myself feels like” Jason looks at where the three are still doing acrobatics, “My feelings for her are so strong that sometimes it scared me”

“I didn’t know felt that strongly, son”

A soft smile graces Jason’s face, “Her love for me makes me forgot how much of a fuck up I am, how much she deserves more than me”

Suddenly a shadow falls over Jason’s face, “Are you being self-deprecating again? Saying how much you don’t deserve me?” Y/N chuckles and plops down right in Jason’s lap.

He nuzzles into her hair, “You know me too well, love”

“I know that look, is what I know. I also know that I love you and hate it when you get in a bad mood” Y/N looks at Bruce, “so make sure he doesn’t get in a bad mood”

Bruce smirks, “As you wish, Y/N”

Damian walks over and grabs Y/N’s hand, “Come along, Ummi. Todd has your attention for the majority of the day, I am sure that he can live without you for a little while longer”

Y/N laughs and stands up, following the youngest Wayne back to where Dick is still doing flips.

Bruce turns back so Jason, “I suppose you really can love someone while hating yourself”

“Yeah, B. You really can”

rebloggedliked  asked:

I want to say that I love your writings but that doesn't do it justice. I look forward to them. Also, can I ask for one we're reader is a tomboy that acts flirtatious and confident- but it's really to mask very low self-esteem- and secretly crushes on Mcree. They'd never ask because of this even though they've been best friends since forever. Somehow, Jessie finds out and uses this to tell reader about his feelings for them (you can use your imagination for the end). Thanks you for reading this!

((A/N - you are too kind! I hope you enjoy 💜))

You wished you had a hat. Not a cowboy hat like Jesse’s, but just a beanie or a cap or something. Your locks kept on being flung into your face by the wind, no matter how many times you tucked them behind your ear. You felt self-conscious as you hadn’t washed your hair today. A nice hat could cover it up. Granted it was a nice day, and the small inconvenience was probably worth it because the view from the café’s garden was incredible. Perched on the peak of a grassland, you could see rolling hills for miles, with the odd patch of darkened woods where if you looked closely, wild rabbits could be seen hopping around. At least you could, if your view wasn’t obstructed by hair.

“Maybe y'should get the chop.” Jesse observed, sipping at his beer in the dark green bottle.
You huffed at him, holding your hair in both hands as makeshift pigtails, which made him cackle.

“Maybe you should let me borrow your hat.”
“No way, doll. Should'a brought your own.
“Please? How am I supposed to enjoy our lovely day out if I can’t even see.”

Now it was Jesse’s turn to huff. Putting his bottle down on the worn metal bistro table, he gingerly took off his hat. Swooping your hair over your right shoulder and holding it there, you reached over and used your left hand to ruffle his mop as a thank you. He placed the hat down on your head forcefully.

“Oi. Not necessary.” You pouted, plaiting your hair skillfully.

He grinned at you.

“Howdy, pard'ner.”
“… What?” You asked again, still confused.
“Your hair. My hat. You look like a proper cowgirl.”

You snorted. Jesse picked up his beer.

“Comin’ from the legendary Jesse McCree himself?” You exaggerated the southern belle accent, placing a hand in the centre of your chest.

He nearly spat his drink over you, but managed to swallow it.
“My goodness, (Y/N). Is that really what I sound like?”
Eyes wide, he wiped a hand over his smiling lips to get rid of a spatter of beer.

“No, but you have to admit you do put it on sometimes.”
“Alright, I will admit that. Only if you admit ya like wearin’ my hat.” He smirked devilshly.
You smiled, but your brows were furrowed as to say of course you did.
“Half of my wardrobe is made up of your old clothes.”
“No. I have to keep buying new clothes because ya keep on stealin’ them.”
You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, laughing.
“You have a point. What’re best friends for if you don’t share clothes?”

You managed to take a swig of your beer, now that your hair was out of the equation.

He was still looking at you, half a smile on his lips.

“Nothin’. Jus’ like bein’ here with you is all.”
“Cute. Now stop being sappy and finish your beer. I want to buy a hat.”
His eyes narrowed at you, keeping contact until he gulped the last drop. Jesse plonked the bottle on the table, followed by a satisfied ‘ahh.’

“I’m surprised you’re not g'na keep that one.” Scraping his chair back he nodded to the leather material protecting your head.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how lucky I get.”
“You’ve got me. I’ll say you’re pretty darn lucky.”
A dust of pink scattered your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at him and stood up.

He was your best friend, and had been for a very long time. Okay, there were times that you had thought of him as more, but you didn’t want to ruin what you already had. You’d watched too many TV shows and movies where friends decided to be in a relationship and they’d ended up breaking up and not talking to each other again. You knew better. You hoped Jesse knew better too. However, you hadn’t been in a proper relationship in a very long time, your last one ending on somewhat bad terms. It really put a damper on your confidence, and you weren’t particularly keen to go through it again.

Yeah, and Jesse was there to comfort you after the breakup.

That’s because he’s my best friend.

You like him.

Of course I do, he’s my friend.

That’s a cover up and you know it. You like him.

Your lips narrowed and brows furrowed at your internal battle.

“You okay, doll? Y'look a bit outta it.”
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You put on a fake smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the café.

His warm, large, firm hand that could easily make you bend to his will.

Woah there. Not in public.

Suddenly realising how clammy your palms were, you instantly pulled your hand out of Jesse’s grip and looked back to flash a quick smile to reassure him.

Stepping into a clothing store you picked up the first hat you saw, even if it was in the men’s section. You carefully took off Jesse’s hat and handed it to him to hold. Shoving the grey woollen beanie on your head, you span and turned to look at Jesse expectantly.

“Not g'na lie. You look like a female Reyes.”
 You snorted and pulled the hat off, a few strands of your hair coming loose. Jesse came forward and gently brushed them behind your ear. He pointed to a cap.
“Whatta ‘bout that one?”
You put the beanie back on the hook and tried on the cap. You raised an eyebrow.

“You’re too old to even know what that word means.”
“’S'cuse me?”
You chuckled, reaching up on your toes to pat his head. You’d never really noticed how much taller he was than you.
“It’s okay, sweetie. We all get old one day.”
You turned around to look in the mirror just in time to miss Jesse blush.
“I might get this one. Seems okay.”
“Yeah, suits ya, doll.”
You smiled at his compliment, your eyes catching in the mirror.

Taking the cap off and flattening the rest of your hair, you made your way over to the tills to pay.

“Hi there! Did you find everything you needed today?” The cashier asked.
“Yeah, thanks. I only needed a hat as Mr. Grumpy Pants got annoyed I had to borrow his.”
You like to think she let out a genuine laugh.
You paid for the hat, joking around with the cashier while she put it in a bag.
“I hope you and your boyfriend have a lovely rest of the day.”

Wait. What?!

You span around on your heels, too embarrassed to correct her.

You are just friends.

That’s bullcrap and you know it.

Stop. There’s nothing more.

You hold hands. You wear his clothes. You enjoy being in each other’s company. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, right?


You pulled the hat out of the bag and tore the tags off. You stuffed it on your head, grinning at Jesse.
“Now I don’t have to steal yours.”
He looked at you, blank faced.
“I heard what the cashier said.”
“You did? Oh. Funny, huh?”
“You didn’t correct her.”
“Erm, nope. Sorry? I guess.”

He broke into a grin.

“Don’t apologise.”
He threw his arm around your shoulder as you both walked down the street.

“Have you ever imagined us being t'gether?”
“I mean.. That’s a full on question.”
“Yae or nae, is all I need.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Good. So’ve I.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, the brim of your cap casting a shadow over your face.

“You have?”
“Di'n’t I jus’ say that?”
You pressed your lips together.
“Well.. How did it pan out?”
“We were happy. We’ve known each other for such a long time, (Y/N).”
“I know we have, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”
“You pulled your hand away from me earlier.”
“What was that about? Did'ja get freaked out it seemed we were more than ‘friends’?” He exaggerated friends with his fingers doing air quotations.

He needed to stop changing the subject too quickly, he was catching you off guard.

“Er,” you coughed slightly, “Sure.”
You dipped out from under his arm and started walking over to a vacant bench. He was immediately behind you, you both sitting down at the same time.

“I don’t wanna do anythin’ that makes ya feel weird.”
“It’s weird even talking about it.”

Jesse let out a hearty chuckle. He put his hand on your thigh and his chocolate eyes met yours.
“Seriously, (Y/N). I’ve noticed the way ya look at me.”
You glanced away, feeling like a deer in headlights the way he was staring at you so intently.
“We can go slow. Everything would still be the same. I’ll still be the same ol’ Jesse McCree ‘nd look after ya. There’d just be sex every once in a while.”
You snapped back to look at him, mouth agape.
“Jesse McCree. We are in public!“ 
He grinned at you wolfishly.
“Well? Whadd'ya say?”
You weren’t used to being put on the spot.
He encased you in a bear hug.
“Y'all have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His voice slightly muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck. You leant into him, smiling.

See, was that so difficult?

You hated your internal voice. She was always right.

“Wait ‘til I tell everybody back at base.”
“Hey, we haven’t-”
“It’s official, (Y/N).” He sat back and grinned. “C'mon!”

He dragged you from off the bench, headed to where the car was parked, practically bouncing around like an enthusiastic puppy.

You shook your head to yourself and smiled. What on earth had you gotten yourself into.

Dorkerella || Peter Parker x Reader ||

Characters: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Fandom: MCU/ SM: HC

Request: Yes bless from my honey b @toms-spidey [a peter parker imagine where it’s time for another school dance and he wants to ask reader and vice versa but peter’s too afraid he’ll have to ditch her like he ditched liz so he doesn’t, but then he goes to the dance and sees the reader there alone and asks her to dance n yeah all that jazz :-)]

Prompt: You and Peter often find yourselves in a dilemma, this time around it was because of an upcoming dance. You’ve been a friend of Peter’s for quite some time and developed a crush on him, so naturally, everyone knew about it except for Peter and you so desperately wanted him to take you to the dance. Only he struggled to find it within himself to do so. 

Tags: @rafeadderall @deans-angel-of-thursdays

Word Count: 2,424

A/N: THIS IS HECKIN CUTE ASSSSSS, i changed it slightly toward the end but it still hella cute <3 omgggg

The school hallways filled with posters promoting the school’s fundraising dance this upcoming Friday, it was always a fun event for everyone, hosted by the senior students before their farewell early next year. Y/N had gone last year with Peter and Ned and they had the time of their lives, now times had changed. 

People changed.

Not negatively of course, over the year Y/N developed feelings toward Peter. He tended to stand out for her more, it was as if she woke up one morning and her dearest friend Peter Parker was suddenly the most attractive person she knew. That wasn’t quite the case at all actually, over time these feelings accumulated but it did feel as though it happened all at once. 

Here she was a year later, hopelessly crushing on her best friend. It had been quite the hard year for her, having to watch Peter change from the lovable nerd she fell in love with to super hero extraordinaire. She also had to guide him through the period of which he was completely infatuated with Liz Allan. Long before Y/N had a crush on him, Peter had a crush on Liz so while it hurt to see him pawn after another girl, Y/N always remembered Peter was a friend first. 

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