i think its so cute how he has this small crush on her

Adult World (Jungkook smut)

Originally posted by nochuie

Description: You reveal to your friends that no one except yourself has ever made you cum. Jin in particular finds this interesting and dares you and Jungkook to go to the sex shop down the street and purchase a sex toy, for your own benefit of course.

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Taehyung, Jungkook x Taehyung (you know how truth and dare goes)

Basically: Taehyung is a cocky lil shit who features quite a lot. Jin is a mean lil shit and Jungkook is a very helpful lil shit ;)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (so much smut, like damn this was hot to write)

This fic includes: A brief boy on boy scene, swearing, alcohol, sex toys, explicit smut

Word count: 6k


“You’ve got to be kidding!” Jin practically howls with laughter, doubling over himself and nearly falling off the couch with laughter. You’re about to tell him off but Jungkook beats you to it.

“Shut up. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Jin sits up straight, looking down at Jungkook, who sits next to you on the floor, opposite Jin. He wipes the tears from his eyes, his laughter finally dying down. “Hey, don’t you think you should talk to me with a bit more respect?” He prods teasingly, but Jungkook doesn’t seem in the mood, his previous lighthearted spirit vanishing upon Jin’s insensitive comment.

Jungkook’s tone is excitingly stern, but not rude, “Yeah, I’ll show more respect when you show more respect to Y/N.”

You laugh, “Don’t worry about me, Jungkook. I don’t think I can take Jin very seriously, not when I highly doubt he’d even know how to make me or any other girl cum.”

The circle of friends in Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment erupt into comical ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’.

“You got damn burned!” Jimin says, leaning over the bottles in the center of your various seated positions to high five you.

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Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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Courting Customs (Thorin x Reader)

A/N: Hi guys!! So here is a request of @deepestfirefun The idea was so cute! I hope that you will like it! 

Request:  Thorin x reader (human, little smaller than average human) She has very long and thick hair and has problems taming it one (knots etc) Thorin notices that and offers to help. She agrees without really thinking about its significance to dwarves. While Thorin is busy with her hair, she suddenly remembers what it means in dwarven culture when a male us attending female’s hair. She actually has strong feelings for him but because he is a king, she has been quiet about it and is wondering how is it possible to someone so fierce and ruthless warrior like Thorin to be so gentle. Thorin is secretly happy that she has allowed him to help her and notice that she has fallen some sort of trance by his touch. Looooots of fluff!!!!

Fandom: The Hobbit 

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader

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Courting Customs (Thorin x Reader)


Originally posted by tinysofia


You sighed as you sat on a log not so far away from the company at night. It wasn’t a particularly cold night but the wind was chilly and you started to shiver, alone on your log. The fire was surrounded by the dwarves, not that they didn’t try to make you sit with them but you were too pissed off to be among others for now. You groaned and almost threw your hairbrush on the ground as you tried to untangle your long (H/C) hair desperately. You had always love your hair, for a human you had beautiful long and thick hair, almost as soft as an elf and almost as thick as a dwarf. You were proud of your beautiful locks and you always loved taking care of them. However, now that you were riding on a pony in the wild all day long, you slowly started to get annoyed by your long and tangled hair. It was simply a mess, no matter how long you brushed your locks in hope to finally remove the knots and how hard you tired, you could never manage to untangle them. It was so infuriating that you started to get grumpier as the days passed. The company saw your struggle but no one dared to propose their help.

It was a serious matter for dwarves as no one other than the husband of a lass or the dwarf who’s courting them can touch their hair. Balin had told you about the courting customs among dwarves a while ago but it has weirdly vanished off of your mind as you slowly started to get angrier with each day passing. Even Bilbo couldn’t dare to touch your hair but only because he was afraid of Thorin’s wrath. You didn’t know it but the dwarf King had his eyes on you since the first time you met him at Bag End. You had intrigued him with your big (E/C) beautiful eyes and your charming smile. He remembered wondering how a daughter of men could be so small as you only reached Thorin’s height. You were indeed smaller than an average human but Thorin couldn’t care less, it even increased his interest in you. However, Thorin remembered looking with want and adoration at your hair. It seemed so soft and glorious. Slowly, the King started to fall in love with you and he hopelessly tried to keep you safe. Thorin tried to make you notice his care for you but weirdly, any attempt would go unnoticed. So much that the dwarf started to think that you would never return his feelings.

On the other hand, you were completely and utterly in love with Thorin Oakenshield. You loved everything about him, his kind heart, his courage, his strength, his love for his kin, his deep blue eyes, … You knew that your attraction toward the king was more than a simple crush. However, every time you caught yourself fantasying about what your life could be with Thorin by your side, you quickly remembered who he was and how unworthy a common folk like you was for the greatest king among dwarves. Your heart clenched every time you thought about your forbidden love for the soon to be King. It was simply impossible and you knew it.

Your hand clenched around your hairbrush as you closed your eyes, trying not to shout in desperation and anger as yet another knot got stuck in your brush. You sighed and let the brush fall on the ground as you finally gave up. From the other side of camp, Thorin was watching you struggle with your hair. The king sat next to Dwalin and Balin, wondering if he should make the final step and see if you would accept to be courted by him. The king was scared as he watched you, he had already accepted his fate. Dwarves could only love once and he had recognized you as his One. Thorin’s heart and soul were now linked to yours even if you might not feel the same.

“Go talk to her.” An annoyed gruff voice said from next to Thorin by the fire. The dwarf king wiped his head to look at his friend with wide eyes.

“Who are you talking about?” Thorin answered, trying to hide his shocked face.

“Who do you think I’m talking about! (Y/N)! She occurs to be the only one here I can refer as ‘she’.” Dwalin said sassily, making his brother smirk. Balin looked at you then at his king with a soft smile.

“My brother is right, lad. (Y/N) seems to have some issue with taming her hair lately. The lass would definitely need some help from your capable hands.” Balin said and Thorin groaned.

“She does not need my help, or at least she does not want it.”

“How can you know?” Dwalin scoffed, rolling his eyes at his stubborn friend.

“She did not blink when I gave her my share of food, she did not…” Thorin started to explain but Balin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“(Y/N) is not a dwarf, Thorin. She doesn’t know how to react properly to what you’re doing for her. She might just think that you are being nice to her.” The old adviser said wisely. Thorin stared at Balin for a while before finally looking down in defeat and sighed.

“Very well… I will try.” Thorin muttered grumpily as he looked back up at you then finally got up.

Dwalin and Balin smirked at each other as they observed their king and friend walk in your direction. Dwalin sent a stern look Fili and Kili’s way as he saw them make a move to follow their uncle. The two young princes quickly sat back down next to Bofur and Bifur, scared to challenge the ruthless warrior. Thorin approached your shaking form with slow paces, the king squeezed his palms into fists with nervousness. The possibility of yet another rejection was too much to handle for the poor awkward king. Thorin was usually quite proud and sure of himself but every time he was around you, he didn’t know how to act. You made him nervous without even knowing. Thorin stopped before you, his boots only visible for your leaning head. You slowly looked up, your (E/C) eyes meeting his deep blue ones and you blushed.

“T… Thorin.” You stuttered his name, making him smile. Maybe he wasn’t the only one to feel nervous after all.

“My lady.” Thorin answered with a small bow of his head. You chuckled softly at his choice of word and smiled up shyly at him. “I couldn’t help but see you struggle to tame your hair.” His deep baritone voice made butterflies fly in your stomach but you quickly made them all fly away, trying to keep your brain focused on the conversation.

“Y… Yes. Unfortunately, it seems that I can’t untangle the mess the wind and the wild transformed my hair into.” You answered with an embarrassed chuckle. Thorin looked at you with kindness and another feeling that you didn’t think possible.

“Well, my Lady. Would you like me to try for you?” Thorin asked with the smallest but also gentlest smile you had even seen.

“You mean… You would help me with my hair?” You asked, confused.

“Yes. If you want me to, I can take care of your hair for you. I had to do it quite a lot with my little sister.” Thorin admitted, the memory of Dis young and giggling as he tried to brush her hair warming his heart. You smiled at his words and took your hairbrush from the ground with a soft smile.

“It would be very nice of you, Thorin.” You said and extended your arm in front of you to hand him the brush. Thorin’s eyes widen and lit up as he bowed before you and gently took the hairbrush from your hand. His warm fingers brushed against the skin of your palm, making a shock of electricity ran up your arm and shivers down your back. Once again you tried to catch hold of your emotions but the strange pull you felt toward Thorin was even harder to control with his hands touching yours.

“Thank you, my Lady.” Thorin breathed out but you frowned and shook your head.

“It’s me who should thank you, Thorin. And… Hm… I’m not a Lady. I’m simply (Y/N).” You answered with flushed cheeks as you slid from the log to the ground so Thorin could take your place on the log. The King sat behind you, your back between his knees and for the first time, he ran his rough fingers through your hair.

“In my opinion, you are a Lady.” Thorin breathed next to your ear, his warm breath mixed with his fingers touching the base of your neck making your eyelids heavy as much that you closed your eyes and a soft sound of approval left your lips. Thorin smiled as he saw your reaction to his touch and started to work.

Slowly and gently, Thorin ran the brush through your hair, enjoying the feeling of your silky locks brushing on the skin of his palms and through his fingers. He hummed softly just for you both to hear, his voice sounded fantastic, like heaven to  your ears. The deep vibration he was creating reverberated in your ears and in your chest, sending your body into some kind of trance, feeling too relaxed and at peace to even see the looks of shock and amusement the company was casting you.

Thorin was happy that you had finally agree to let him help and he tried to pour all his love and adoration for you in his movements. His hands finished brushing your hair, magically taming it with graceful skills and he started to slowly massage your scalp making you hum in appreciation. Thorin smiled, amused to see you in such a state. You couldn’t believe that such a ruthless and fierce warrior like Thorin could be so gentle and caring. Weirdly you had the impression that he saved this soft side for only the ones he loved. However, you couldn’t understand why you suddenly had the privilege to see his secretive soft side.

His hands were now playing with your locks, secretly enjoying their texture on his skin. He took a deep breath and started to braid your hair as your eyes opened slowly, a content smile on your lips. However, a frown appeared on your features as you saw the smirks on the company’s faces. Balin smiled at you and casted him a confused look, why were they all looking at you as if another head had popped out of your neck? You tried to understand, your brain fuming and trying to remember. Then, your eyes widen and you gasped, making Thorin stop braiding and look at you.

“Are you alright?” Thorin’s deep voice asked from behind you, one of his hands squeezing your right shoulder.

“Yes.” You squeaked out, your eyes still wide open. You cleaned your throat then started to talk. “You know… I had a long talk with Balin the other day…” Thorin kept braiding your hair and hummed to make you keep going.

“And we talked about courting customs.” At your words Thorin felt his cheeks slightly flush. “He told me that dwarves were really protective of their women and that dwarves could only love once. You call those ‘One’ if I remember well. He said it is like a soulmate.” You said, twiddling your thumbs nervously.

“Yes, this is true.” Thorin said, trying to understand where you were going.

“He also talked about the importance of hair in your courting customs.”

“Did he?” Thorin said but at the same time the King glanced up to glare at his old friend. Balin smiled then leaned in to say something to Dwalin.

“Yes, he did.” You said. “So, there is something that I must have misunderstood. Balin told me that touching the hair of someone was reserved to family or your lover.” Your cheeks were as red as a tomato as you felt Thorin clip something in your hair.

“You understood perfectly, Ghishavel.” Thorin whispered as he finally let go of your hair. You turned around slowly, your eyes landing on a smiling Thorin.

“Then… Why did you propose to help me with my hair?” Your voice was shaking, scared to hear the answer. Thorin staid silent for a while his eyes never leaving yours.

“Because I care for you. Deeply.” Thorin breathed and your mouth fell agape.

“This… This is impossible.” You breathed out and Thorin frowned.

“Why? Why is that so hard to consider?” Thorin asked as he got up in a start making you jump on your feet as well.

“Because you are a king and I… I am nothing.” You answered sadly. “I care for you too, Thorin but we could never…” Thorin shook his head and stepped forward then cupped your cheeks in his calloused hand.

“Stop. Don’t say that.” Your heart stopped as Thorin’s forehead touched yours. “Don’t say that we are not meant to be.”

“Thorin…” You breathed out.

“(Y/N), I don’t care about what other Lords could think. You are my One, my soulmate, my one and only love.” Thorin said, his nose touching yours and his breath ghosting over your lips. “I will always love you, even if you don’t feel the same I will forever care for you, I will forever try to keep you safe.” Thorin’s hand slowly shift from your cheek to your hair, his fingers softly brushing over the new braids in your hair including the one with Thorin’s bead clasped at the end. You closed your eyes, trying to process everything. It seemed too surreal, too perfect to be true but for once in your life you deserved to be happy.

“I love you, Thorin Oakenshield. More than anything on this earth, I’ll love you until my last breath and even after death.” You whispered, making Thorin’s eyes shine with happy tears.

“I love you too, Amrâlimê. With all my heart. My soul is yours.” You smiled and giggled happily at his word then Thorin asked something that made you blush.

“Amrâlimê, may I kiss you?” Thorin breathed. Your lips were brushing as you both breathed heavily and you nodded your head slowly, not trusting your voice.

Thorin smiled then slowly closed the distance between your lips, pulling you into a gentle but passionate kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft for someone who was spending so much time in the wild. His kiss was breathtaking, literally. Your lips moved in sync and you both tried to pour all your love for each other into this single moment, as well as all the longing and passion you had tried to hide for months. You smiled as you finally pulled away to breathe and Thorin pulled you in his arms then span you around in circles, laughing in joy as the entire company cheered for you and their king.

You didn’t know what you had done to deserve his love but you were never going to complain.



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Rotten Judgement - part 3

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,564

Warnings: Language, Angst, Slaves, Shape-shifting, Mythology, Jealousy…

A/N: Thank you for the lovely comments and replies ♥ I hope you guys like this chapter.

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

A couple of weeks after the incident in the alley, you stood in line at Starbucks. While you waited, you glanced around the coffee shop. It was a typical busy day and the place was packed. You pulled out your phone and scrolled through your news feed to pass the time. Your eyes widened when you saw the headline.

“Notorious criminal dubbed ‘Crossbones’ found dead in cell.”

When the barista called your name, you snapped back to attention. You took your coffee and found a table near the front door. You set your cup and purse down on the table and read the article. The last sentence sent a chill down your spine.

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[ BTS REACTIONS ] : He flirts with you at a fansigning.

Kim Namjoon
Be prepared to be blushing like a schoolgirl because Namjoon would be so smooth with you. He’d give you sweet compliments and look you directly in the eye as he speaks with you. He thinks its super cute how you get shy and look away from his gaze. His dimpled smile never fades. There’s also a lot of hand holding and giggling. Namjoon almost picked up the habit if calling you “baby girl.”

Before the signing is over he asks security to keep an eye on you so he could see if there was a chance for him to take you out sometime. The other members notice Namjoon’s little crush and tease him about it.

Kim Seokjin
Such a gentleman. Jin would say that you’re beautiful and kiss the back of your hand before interlocking his fingers with yours (a/n: bitch id fucking die). The conversation would be small talk but he’d mostly be asking you questions about yourself. Mostly of him asking if you’re taking care of yourself. Also lots of dad jokes.

Once it was time to switch to another member Jin got cutely clingy. He held your hand for as long as he could until your fingers slipped away from his as you shifted down the line. Jin laid his head on the table pretending to cry.

“Ahh! Don’t leave me-!”


Min Yoongi
Yoongi would be very soft with you more than he usually is with other fans. He’d be super smiley and show skinship with you more than he usually does. You brought him a pair of kitten ears to wear and as you put them on he’d watch you intently admiring in all your features. You caught him gazing at you and gave him sweet smile and cupped his cheeks with your hands. Yoongi got butterflies almost immediately.

Once you had to leave, Yoongi felt a pang of jealousy in his chest as you chatted with Jin but then you looked over at Yoongi again and gave him a smile. He knew that he wanted to see more of you and refused to let you go without his number.

Jung Hoseok
You were just a ray of sunshine and it would’ve been nearly impossible for anyone of the members to not notice you. Your cheery and sweet nature was very apparent and it really drew Hoseok to you. Lots of skinship, like him holding your hands and gentle touches to your face.

The other members noticed the chemistry between you two and teased him about it.

“I think Hoseokie has a new girlfriend.” Yoongi said into the microphone. Your eyes widened and you hid your face with your hands.
“Are you jealous?” Hoseok asked with a smirk.


Park Jimin
This boy made you so shy. He’d have that smile on his face– you know what smile I’m talking about. The shy one.

Jimin would call you cute names like “pretty girl” or “princess.” Then remove your hands from your face when you tried to hide behind your fingers because you were so shy. He thought you were absolutely adorable and he hated to see you go. But as you visited the other members he would do things to get your attention.

“Jiimin! She’s with me now, stop trying to steal her away!” Jin said.


Kim Taehyung
There was just something about you that Taehyung really enjoyed. You seemed to be the life of the party as you waited in the crowd due to those around you laughing at your jokes; even security guards were smiling at your free spirit.

Once you got to Taehyung you didn’t think he could be anymore sweeter. He was very playful with you. He would take your hands and put them on his cheeks and vise versa and other cute things like compare your hand sizes or make kissing faces at you. Taehyung was sad to see you go but he made sure to write his number down in your autograph book. He definitely was waiting on your call.


Jeon Jungkook
You had caught his attention in the crowd and he had been stealing glances at you the whole time at the fansign. As the line moved up and you got closer he felt himself becoming more and more nervous but he tried his best to suppress it once you got to him.

He quickly noted that you were just as shy as him, if not even more. Jungkook smiled at your cuteness and you blushed at his cute compliments.

“You’re really pretty… What’s your name? (Name)? Ah, very pretty..”

{^ Look at his disrespectful ass neck-}

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PINK. {S U I T S SERIES}

Originally posted by effxy

Pink. 

Pink is a delicate color that symbolizes sweetness. When you think of pink, your imagination is soft and giggly. Pink flowers, pink lips, pink baby clothes. 

It was also the color of Harry’s cheeks when his green eyes fell on you. 

He sat next to Liam, his long locks left down, bottom lip grazed by his thumb and index, long legs pressed against each other as the 4 members of the band were cramped on the purple couch. 

Nick Grimshaw was humming a tune to himself, studying the flashcards on his desk. Louis, Niall and Liam were engrossed in a conversation about last night’s football game and Harry was just enjoying being in the background. 

His eyes moved towards a figure shorter than his, short enough for him to rest his chin on. 

“Nicholas!” He heard you let out an exasperated whine, making the room fall silent. 

“Who spit you out?” Nick teased you, looking at you in amusement. 

“Bug off.” You let out a laugh, huffing at the strand of hair that fell on your face. 

Harry watched intently, having only seen your side and the chocolate smudge on the corner of your mouth, your hair a mess and a clipboard clutched in your hand. Liam elbowed Niall, motioning wih his head towards Harry, making Niall cover his mouth to stiffle his giggles before nudging Louis. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey I love your blog! It's my favourite! Could you do a Shiro imagine where it's years after Voltron and him and his s/o have children and it's all cute and fluffy! 💖💖💖

ok, so I got a lot of this type of request so I’ll just do random HC’s, yeah? Mostly because if I broke these all up they would probably be extremely similar


  • Shiro’s got twin girls and he’s Blessed™ every morning he gets to see their beautiful faces
    • we’re continuing with the twins from earlier posts: Astrid and Hayden
  • if you didn’t think he cried when he got his first ‘#1 Dad’ you’re fucking wrong because this man bawled
    • it’s his favorite mug
    • until his daughters grow up more and start making him one every year, then those are his favorite
    • also he loves the crazy ties they choose for him each year. 
  • you thought he was romantic before marrying him? Well buddy, i have some news for you
    • takes every opportunity to say “Wifey” any time he possibly can. You are his ‘wifey’ and he loves saying it.
      • or ‘husband’ if that is what you prefer. every time. “Hey Husband.” what is your name? Husband.
    • flowers/chocolates/food/gifts weekly. just because he likes the look on your face when he comes home
    • you know that Roseanne post where dan gets her flowers? Yeah, that’s him
    • date night every wednesday (bc Fridays are busy) and sometimes it’s fancy, other times it’s not (”What do you mean Panda isn’t romantic? This is peak romance right here.”)
    • randomly massages parts of your body without asking
    • “What are you looking at Shiro?” “Only the most beautiful person in the universe.” “You’re a loser.” “But a loser who’s in looove~”
    • *soft sigh* “How did I get so lucky?” you’d think you’d be used to this, but it still makes you blush years later
    • “You’re so perfect, absolutely perfect.” “Shiro…I’m picking up dog shit.” “Yeah~”
  • has pictures of you, your daughters, and your pitbulls (3) all over his work area
    • there’s a small voltron dedicated area too, but it’s tiny compared to his family area. Lance is appalled.
    • “You won’t believe how cute my girls were this weekend!” proceeds to whip out the new 63 photos long album on facebook
  • speaking of, amateur Dad Photographer Shiro
    • he’s got a fancy Cannon with a bunch of different lenses
    • weekend daughter photoshoots are a hoot
    • your girls grow up loving it, being dramatic, imitating tyra banks, wearing ridiculous outfits, they are owning that back yard
    • they continue pretty much until the girls are like 13, because “It’s embarrassing dad!” “Ok, but I’m supposed to be embarrassing?” 
  • Soccer Mom Shiro
    • he’s got shirts that say his daughter’s names and numbers for every sport
    • he’s got noise makers and flags
    • the obnoxious parent who heckles the refs
      • “Hey ref! Did you come from FootLocker!? Because that was BULLSHIT!”
      • “oH SCREW YOU COACH! YOU WANT ME TO COME OVER THERE AND SHOW YOU HOW A REAL ELBOW GETS THROWN??!!”
      • he gets red carded, a lot.
      • you don’t even fight it anymore
    • the team loves him though because he’s super supportive of the other girls and he brings some killer snacks
      • not homemade though, he can’t cook for shit
  • remember his Expedition? He finally traded her in for a new version and is the official Mom Car™ for team/friend trips
  • let me repeat, he can not cook for shit. but for some reason he can throw it down of the barbecue
    • convinced it’s a perk you unlock after childbirth
  • very protective of his daughters, but respects their right to privacy and right to do their own things
    • but he taught them how to fight, so every fuck boi within a 10 mile radius knows not to fuck with the Shirogane Twins
    • he chugs that Respect Women Juice
    • wants to break a kid the first time a daughter cries over a romantic partner. but then he remembers murder on Earth is illegal. 
  • overly supportive in whatever his daughters and you choose to pursue
    • just overly supportive in everything really
    • he basically lives for you guys 
  • doesn’t get sick for some reason, so whenever someone is sick in the house, Nurse Shirogane/Dad is on it
  • “Who wore their shoes in the house?? Seriously?”
  • *pinches his nose with a deep sigh* “I’m sorry, my daughter punched Travis. But frankly, he kept harassing her even after she told him to stop snapping her bra strap. So the question we should be addressing here, Principal, is why your teacher allowed this sexual harassment to continue and did nothing to help my daughter?” Guess who got detention? Not his daughter.
  • Wants to cry a bit when his daughters start asking questions about sex
    • but he’ll be damned if they don’t know everything
    • it was actually a good family talk, after the initial awkwardness
  • The Hot Dad
    • his daughters’ friends all have a crush on him and he can’t figure out why
    • it’s totally not because he’s hot
    • or that he’s actually interested in what they have to say
    • or that he does yard work shirtless
    • or that he remembers random facts about them that they thought he would forget
    • nope
    • his daughters are grossed out
    • you think its hilarious because you get to tap that
  • drops off his girls at school
    • “Have fun! I love you! Make good decisions! I miss you already!”
    • “OmG DAD GO HOME!”“GROOOOSSS!”
  • goes to pick them up and has a little sign like people do at the airport that says “Shirogane” with like glitter and hearts and shit
    • the twins are embarrassed each time but they secretly love it
  • threw up the first time he had to change a poopy diaper
    • he did it though. he did it.
  • sings around the house a lot, just little random song parts or to the dogs
    • “Where oh where are my pup-py dogs~?” the dogs come slipping and sliding around the corner every time you guys come home
    • *badly and purposely out of tune* “And there’s the love of my liiiiife!!!~” “Oh stop it Shiro!” “She thinks I’m talking about her~. but I’m talking about the noo~odles~” *you throw a noodle at his head*
    • accompanied by bad dance moves
  • speaking of puppy dogs, has 3 pitbulls that look vicious as hell but they’re just as sweet as him
    • they are wonderfully trained and big babies
    • his ‘other children’ 
    • wouldn’t hurt a fly, but ain’t nobody fuck with you guys on walks
    • Their names are Mr. Murder (Murds for short), Cupcake (Cakey), and Rebel (Bells). He didn’t name them. The girls did.
  • There is also a grumpy house cat that nobody knows how old it is or how you acquired it. The Captain has just, always been…
    • Cappy showed up one day and never left
    • he’s a solid grey Blue Russian/Siamese mix with green eyes that rules the dogs
    • only loves Shiro and tolerates everyone else (he loves you guys really, but Shiro is his person)
    • Shiro baby talks him, “Who’s a good murder cat? You are! Yes! You!!!”
  • the house cleaner, his house and yard is spotless.
    • once broke out a ruler to measure the grass. you made fun of him.
    • “I swear to God, if Jim’s nasty ass tree grows over the fence this year, I will cut it down. I don’t give a fuck.”
    • fond of power washing
  • hot mechanic, does his own car work
  • head kisses for everyone! you are a well kissed family
  • also you’re the couple that’s always got your hands linked, arms wrapped around each other, or just leaning against each other
    • you’re always touching. always.
  • family Halloween costumes
    • Halloween is his JAM
    • lives for Halloween decorating
  • watches House Hunters religiously
  • The one who drags the family to World Market and Kohl’s for house decor
    • the house is definitely decorated for every major holiday
    • and he’s actually really good at decor? Like, you wouldn’t think so given with his clothing style and bad hair cut, but wow. you’ve got a nice house. (yes, i’m dragging Shiro)
  • you’ve come home routinely to the girls doing is hair and makeup and nails
    • “Hey honey, look how pretty I am. Didn’t the girls do a wonderful job?” “Just…marvelous dear.” “Right? Your turn is next.” oh no…
    • doesn’t wash off the nail polish, nobody makes fun of him. nobody.
  • tries to make you breakfast in bed on your birthday and valentine’s day
    • he can only make harboiled eggs and toast
    • when the girls get older, it gets more elaborate because they can help
  • super excited to teach the girls how to drive, but worried about dying
    • screamed more than once in the car and tried to slam on his invisible break
    • “Please…stop… you’re making my hair whiter…”
    • “I said SLOW, THIS IS NOT SLOW!!!”
    • Hands are pressing on the roof of the car and he’s twisted in the seat trying to brace himself
  • one day he figures out how to work the crockpot and can now contribute to family meals
  • loves taking you guys camping
    • tent camping, because RV camping ‘isn’t real’
    • a pyromaniac
    • everyone needs a personal bear mace and a dog at all times
    • the cat goes too, on a harness
    • family snuggles in the hammock for star gazing. including said pets. it’s a big hammock. 
  • everyone has an absurd knowledge about space. he was an astronaut and lived in space for a few years, so yeah
  • routinely uses Scary Aunt Allura as a threat
  • selfies!!! he has a lot of surprise ones where he just comes up and kisses you and takes the picture
    • the girls are selfie queens too family pictures happen. a lot.
    • “Family selfie!!” “We’re at Albertson’s????” “Don’t care, get in here.”
  • just, embarrassing but totally authentic dad!Shiro melts me

Hello darlings!

I saw Harry Styles at the Ryman and it was hands down the best experience I have had with any show.

edit: my pants got a lot of nice compliments and some interesting stares which I assume were kind.

Muna played a small set including Loudspeaker, Winter Break, and I Know A Place. Their last song was prefaced by a statement about the beauty of diversity. They also told us that they believe we can change the world.

Cam also played a small set. She is Nashville-based and some of Harrys writers worked on her album. She has a brilliant voice and is totally adorable. We got out our flashlights for her last song. My row got a nice little arm-on-shoulder-chain sway going.

Then our beautiful, dramatic Harold took the stage. I have never seen someone command a stage and audience (and it was a very good audience!!) as well as him. His voice is beautiful live. His performance is phenomenal live. I can’t say more than that. You have to experience it. I am sure you can find the setlist somewhere. It had one deviation from past shows, I believe.

He didn’t play Stockholm Syndrome but he played Girl Crush. He dropped the “girl” at least one noticable time and by my memory, the rumors he switched “you” to “him” are true. I don’t know the song well, but he clearly killed it.

His banter was adorable. He introduced himself. “Hi! I’m Harry!” He talked about how historic the Ryman is. He told us that one of his cowriters was in the audience (Tommy?) and that he had come to Jamaica to write with Harry just after he had gotten married. He introduced the band “Claire, Sarah, Adam, and…… this is Mitch, isn’t he cute?” He told us we had to make some noise so he would come back to Nashville. He asked “This is a church, right?” “I am very aware I just sang ‘I’m having your baby!’ at a church… (cringe) sorry!” He spotted a girl in the balcony and sweetly mocked her dancing. He told us “I love you.”

At one point, I put up heart hands for Harry. He noticed and returned the gesture with a peace sign.

I want to interrupt here to tell you a little story.

You may know that I am gay and closeted. I wanted to bring in a Gay Pride flag like many other rainbow directoners have before me, so I had one in my bag.

Security pulled it out, insisted “what is this?” and then told me “no flags allowed.” I understand that flags are not a normal thing in small venues. They can obstruct peoples’ views and that is not really okay. The guard allowed me to take the flag back to my car.

I tweeted Harry and messaged his stylist on instagram that flags were taken from fans at the door because I didn’t want Harry to believe that no one had wanted to bring in a flag for him.

In a perfect world, I took the folded flag and thanks to my very sturdy, tight velvet vest was able to conceal the flag and take it through security. In a perfect world, I wore the flag around my shoulders for much of Harry’s set and cautiously waved it about during the more uptempo songs. In a perfect world, I felt the kind of strength you can only feel as a gay person who has taken a personal risk to show the world who you are for the sake of others like you.

I will let you decide if the world is perfect, but I certainly saw at least four pride flags in the audience. Rumor had it that if security deemed the flag to be clothing and it wasn’t hung over the balcony or waved it was acceptable to the venue.

Then came the encore. I wasn’t expecting such drama!

When they came back, there was a pride flag on the drum riser. [edit: the lovely @1d-somethinggreat has told me that they saw that Harry himself carried the flag out across his shoulders.]

He started off with FTDT. It’s my personal favorite song off the album.

Next he played The Chain. He looked at my section a lot. In a perfect world he was looking partly at me because of my visible pride flag.

Then came SOTT.

But first! He told us “I only have you for another 8 minutes.” “I want you to find a stranger!” Once we had done that, he told us “Now I want you to embrace that stranger! Embrace, I think thats a much better word to use about women.” *cheer break* “Well go on then, EMBRACE!” We hugged a bunch. In a perfect world,my stranger and I made a heart hand and draped my flag from it. Claire saw us and gave a thousand-watt smile. I smiled back.

Then Harry said a few words which escape me at the moment, but they lead up to some very important, iconic ones.

He said “I was told that this was taken. I want to restore it to its rightful place.” He took the pride flag from the riser and put it on his mic stand.

He sang Sign of the Times. During this song, I put up a half heart hand briefly. (my other hand was occupied) Harry looked at me and then pantomimed tucking it away neatly in his jacket pocket.

I really can’t imagine a better concert. He is brilliant live. The venue was completely perfect. The audience was amazing. And he took that night to make a statement and make all of his rainbow children feel safe and loved.

I wish there were better words to tell you what Harry Styles is like. He is an amazingly talented and loving individual. I hope everyone gets to have an equally personal and meaningful experience of him. It would make the world a better place. 🏳️‍🌈


[Update: I came out to my mom and dad using the flag story. It went as well as I could hope. My parents are understanding and loving people at heart.]

cattymai  asked:

Hmm... HC request when RFA notices that MC is crushing on them? lololol. But they convince themselves that its just their imagination/projecting their own feelings~ But In the end, they decide to believe it and make their move. Please make it cute. (#^.^#)

Hope these are cute enough for you!


Zen:

  • You’d always  been friendly to him in the chatroom
  • But lately, you’ve been texting him personally a lot more
  • And at the last party, you’d been more affectionate with him
  • He’s been in relationships before and girls flirt with him often
  • But he didn’t know why he was second guessing with you
  • Maybe because he had feelings for you and didn’t want to mess up
  • He hated to assume, so he always stayed mum
  • Then, you called him one night after a rough day and confided and vented to him
  • Before you hang up, you thank him and said he was the first person you thought to call
  • You also mentioned how much you trusted in him
  • At that point, he decided to finally act on his feelings
  • He starts asking to meet you in person more, even just for coffee
  • After a few of these meet ups, he asks you out on an official date

Yoosung:

  • You and he were good friends
  • But lately, you’ve been saying things that made him a little uncomfortable
  • But not in a bad way
  • You’ve been complimenting him a lot recently
  • Even though he wore the same hoodie twice when he saw you
  • You’ve been calling him a lot more instead of the other way around
  • He’s up late thinking about it, and finally he has the revelation
  • You like him
  • He barely sleeps as he tries to sort out his own feelings
  • He knows he likes you, but he’s scared he may be wrong about how you feel
  • After all, he doesn’t have experience in this area
  • You two are talking as usual one day and you ask for his advice about something personal
  • He’s a little taken aback, but you say that he’s the person you rely on the most
  • He gets you a small teddy bear and gives it to you
  • “You can use this teddy bear to cuddle with or tell all your secrets…but if you ever want a bigger teddy bear, one’s right here,” he says as he points to himself.
  • He’s blushing the whole time, but you can’t refuse that face

Jaehee:

  • You seem closer to other members in the RFA
  • You often stop by Jumin’s office to see him, so it’s no surprise when you show up one day
  • But instead, you ask if she wants to grab lunch
  • She’s surprised, but takes the offer
  • You guys have a pleasant conversation and she finds out you’re as big of a fan of Zen as she is
  • Instant Best Friends
  • You start texting her a lot more, even about insignificant stuff
  • She doesn’t like texting you first, since she’s scared she’s bothering you a lot
  • One day, you ask her straight out if you’ve done anything to offend her
  • She feels so bad that she made you feel that way
  • She explains that she thinks you thought of her as boring or bothersome
  • But you say that you appreciate having another girl in the RFA
  • Besides that, you really enjoy spending time with her
  • You and her hang out a lot more often
  • Buddies forever

Jumin:

  • Women flirt with him all the time
  • But you don’t
  • However, you do listen whenever he needs to talk and you always defend him in the chatroom if the others get out of hand
  • He feels really comfortable around you
  • Then, he tells you casually you how he’s listening to music at work a lot more and using an iPod
  • He says his headphones keep getting tangled
  • You gift him with a DIY cat pouch modeled after Elizabeth the 3rd for his headphones
  • He’s really touched that you put so much effort into it
  • He also starts wondering if you have feelings for him
  • He doesn’t like jumping to conclusions, so he doesn’t do anything
  • Some weeks later, he loses contact with you
  • No texts, calls…nothing. You seem to disappear from the apartment too
  • He gets really worried and feels an emptiness inside
  • When you return and say you had a family emergency and forgot your phone, he’s relieved
  • He acts on his feelings right away, knowing that life is short and he doesn’t want you out of it
  • He tells you that he wants to be your support from now on, if you’d let him
  • You know he’s not just talking about the next personal emergency

Seven:

  • He had meant to call V about some personal issues
  • He accidentally called you and didn’t know it and rambled on about how he felt
  • He was mortified, but turned out you were a good listener and good support
  • After that, you called him more often and asked how he was, even when he acted cheery in the chats
  • You always called to see if he was eating well and taking breaks
  • He’s talking to Yoosung one day and mentions how often you call and text
  • He thinks you’re generally sweet to all the members until Yoosung says he doesn’t get that treatment
  • Suddenly, Seven starts wondering if you feel something different towards him
  • Talks to Zen about it
  • The older man starts to ask about how he feels about you
  • That night, he thinks through things and starts realizing he likes you too
  • Oh no
  • But he comes to terms with it and slowly starts opening up to you
  • He invites you over a lot, and you guys go out and do fun things together
  • One day he finally confesses, but you’re just like “I thought we were already dating?”
  • what??? He stares blankly into space
  • Then he wakes up and realizes he actually has to confess
  • So he calls you
  • “So…I had a weird dream last night that we were dating…do you want to make my dream come true?” 

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anonymous asked:

You know that "who you should fight" meme? Could you do a BSD version of it, if it's not too much to ask?

(Ngl this may be the best thing I’ve ever answered)

WHO YOU SHOULD FIGHT

ADA

Atsushi: You win(?)

  • Walk right up to him and beat the ever-loving shit of him. He’ll apologize to you. An easy fight, just don’t slip in any tasteless orphan jokes, it’ll have the opposite effect intended and he’ll take you the fuck out with the pure intent to prove he’s worthy. You could beat him but the psychological weight of crushing someone so innocent will ensure that you never feel right again. Fight him if you have no soul.

Dazai: You lose

  • He’ll turn the whole affair into a big joke. If you, by some stroke of luck, actually hit him, he’ll probably just say ‘harder daddy’. The psychological effects of brawling Dazai will be devastating either way. DO. NOT.  FIGHT.

Ranpo: You win

  • Honestly, it’s hardly worth your time. He hasn’t eaten anything but chocolate cake and cheap lollipops for the last six years, not to mention any form of physical exercise. He’s got pale-ass noodle arms and a muffin top (don’t believe the official art’s lies. The bitch eats solely from a candy shop and looks like he just topped off a cycling session with Jillian Micheals? Get the fuck out). Just don’t bring a Jolly Rancher shiv because he’ll eat the damn thing. Undoubtedly fight, just be prepared to book it like a fucking librarian after you knock him out because the rest of the ADA will come after you.

Kyouka: Depends 

  • Look, fourteen’s a shitty age even when you’re not dealing with pressing morality crises.There is nothing Kyouka wants more in this world than to dial herself, let Demon Snow rip and raise her kill count to thirty seven. But all you gotta do to keep her at bay is debate on morality like Matthew fucking Murdock in Netflix’s Daredevil. If you can successfully hold her back with discussion on ethics (and how hers will be jack-shit if she slaughters you) you have a slim chance of victory. A great fight if you need to practice for speech class.

Kunikida: You lose

  • You might think victory’s as simple as tossing his notebook in a nearby water fountain and watching him flip a lid, but this is an absolutely awful tactic and the inside of your head will be decorating the sidewalk in mere milliseconds. He beats Dazai’s band-aid wrapped flanks on the daily and he won’t hesitate to destroy yours. If you fight, at least your cause of death can be listed as ‘blonde beefcake’s rippling biceps’.

Kenji: You win

  • Just feed him a few bowls of Spaghetti-o’s before you deck him and the little blonde bitch won’t stand a chance. You can smack him back into the cultist backwater rice paddies he crawled out of easy as smacking a crippled fly. A perfect fight for abusing a fourteen year old without getting into too much trouble. 

Fukuzawa: You lose

  • You might think you could dress up in a kitty costume and sneak up to him. And you could. It would be easy, in fact. He’s so focused on the cuteness he won’t notice any maliscious intent. Despite this his reflexes are simply too quick and he’ll still take you the fuck out when you make your move. A bad fight from all angles. You’ll have to fend off his adopted, dysfunctional ADA children too. Just don’t.

PORT MAFIA

Akutagawa: Depends (99.5% losing chance. risky.)

  • Yeah, you’re fucked. Akutagawa won’t even wait until you initiate, he’ll be the one attacking you, probably over something minor and stupid like the color of your pants is personally offensive. Rashomon will be slicing and dicing you into a smoothie for cannibals before you know what hit you. The only way you make it out alive is if by some stroke of luck Dazai happens to be in a one hundred mile radius and Akutagawa’s senpai-radar starts going off. Fight only if you bring My Chemical Romance vinyls to punt at him; they’re his biggest weakness .

Chuuya: Depends (99.75% losing chance. Cross thy fingers and pray)

  • Facing Chuuya is a bigger risk than that board game. He’s practically impervious to all close-up melee and he’s too small of a target to be hit with anything from afar. You might think you’d have a fighting chance if you knocked his hat off; after all, that’s basically all he is. A hat rack prone to alcoholism. But that fury will only make him stronger and he’ll crush you like you’re a cum-covered Dazai body pillow. As with Akutagawa your only glimmer of hope for survival is if bandage-kun happens to be close by because Chuuya will prioritize and leave your now crippled ass in the dust that he punted you in. Only fight while intoxicated. (Both of you. Not just him. It’s more fun that way. Much like Turkish oil wrestling but with more gravity.)

Mori: You lose

  • If you want to fight him you’ve obviously got a death wish and I’m not going to stop you. There’s easier ways to go though, man. Easier ways. His expression won’t even change when he whips out that scalpel (I don’t believe that man’s ever been to medical school) and filets you like a fresh caught tuna, on its way to a B-rated fast food join. Your body’s gonna get left on the pavement for the stray dogs. (No, I’m not gonna finish that joke. Low hanging fruit. I have some dignity.) If you want to die that bad, just go see if Dazai will suicide with you. It’ll be significantly less painful

Elise: I fucking dare you

  • I mean, you probably could take her out, she’s like seven. Mori will let her play skip rope with your small intestine after she’s recovered. Rest In Peace if you even consider it.

Kouyou: You lose

  • I don’t know what would inspire you to be so stupid. She’ll just let out a dignified little chuckle and shove that umbrella sword so far up your ass you’ll be tasting acid rain for months, and she’ll do it all in the most ladylike way possible. Unless you’re ready for your innards to end up in a teapot, served with chocolate-coated orange wafers at tea break, just don’t fight.

Oda: ???

  • He’s fucking dead. What are you gonna do, kick his headstone, maybe plant some weeds over his grave? Just don’t mention the burnt orphan soup, or he’ll literally rise and put you in his coffin instead. If you’re willing to dabble into necromancy, knock yourself (or him, in this case) out.

Q: Haha

  • I get why you’d want to fight him, I really do. He looks like a miniature Cruella Deville on an acid trip. But you just don’t have a chance. Hit him. Go ahead. As soon as you so much as brush him he has the power to destroy your shit like it’s never been destroyed before. Will annihilate you from the inside out. The deadliest emo thirteen year old there’s ever been; avoid at all costs!!!

Higuchi: You LOSE

  • You might think you have a chance because she doesn’t have an ability. But you’re gravely mistaken. Higuchi is bitter. Higchi is ruthless. Higuchi does not give a fuck about anything other than getting Emotagawa-senpai to notice her. She has nothing, nothing to lose and she will not rest until she’s pulling your tonsils through your asshole in the hopes that Akutagawa will give her a thumbs-up for slaughtering you. DO NOT fight. She stands to lose nothing and gain everything.

THE GUILD

Hawthorne: You lose

  • You might think that you’d have a fighting chance because he’s a priest and priest’s aren’t supposed to wreck people’s shit but he will see your sins and you won’t even see him coming. Try to punch him his ability is literally activated by injuries. Knocks you out with a psalter hymnal and ships you off to Bible camp while you’re unconscious.  Only fight if you have never sinned, not once, ever.

Steinbeck: Depends

  • If you’re from the city he’ll destroy you. Farm boys always tear apart city people no questions asked. If that fact doesn’t dissuade you then just prepare yourself not to be freaked the fuck out when he jack-knifes his own neck and starts sprouting flora. As long as you keep your cool you’ve got a 30/70 chance. Only fight if you bring a metric fucktonne of weed killer.

Poe: You win (biggest douchecanoe award, but that’s about it)

  • Physically, sure, you could sneeze within fifty feet of his pasty ass and take him down. But really? Do you really want to hurt him? He’ll stare right into your soul with those sad, sad eyes and wonder just what he did to inspire such bitterness in you. If you can still fuck him up after that then you’d best kiss your spirit goodbye because it’s descending to the seventh level of fiery hell as you read this. Plus, honestly, there’s no true triumph against a man whose best bud is a raccoon. That’s just too rad. If you can deal with the pressing moral consequences and a pissed off  raccoon, go for it. (You monster)

Mitchell: You win

  • All you have to do is push her hospital bed down the stairs and pretend it was an accident. Her comatose ass can’t do a thing to stop you. Fight if you’re ready to run from angry hospital staff.

Fitzgerald: You lose 

  • You know, this sentient sack of Benjamins deserves it, in all honesty, but don’t try. Him and his power suit will kick you into the next millennia before you can say ‘old sport’. Prepare to be crushed by capitalism.

Melville: You win

  • He’s like eighty and his ability’s a goddamn floating whale. As long as you don’t throw down at Sea World, you’re good. Fight as long as you’re not in front of an assisted living facility; the CNAs will think he’s a resident and defend him.

Lovecraft: Depends

  • Attack him while he’s trying to nap and he’ll be too lazy to get up. Otherwise… yeah, just google ‘Cthulhu’. You’ll get the idea. Don’t fight: there’s no beating weaponized tentacle porn.

Montgomery: You lose

  • Go right ahead and try, she’ll whisk you away to her Melanie-Martinez ass torture dimension and let Anne mop the floor with your teeth. It’s kind of like challenging God. Unless you want to spend eternity in an unsexy rip-off of the 50 shades Red Room, DO. NOT. ENGAGE.

Twain: You win

  • Twain’s all talk, anybody that walks around with their titties hanging out 24/7 is definitely trying to distract from something. In this case he’s trying to fool people into thinking he’s not a dictionary-definition pussy. Rip the heads off his muppet babies and he doesn’t even have an ability anymore, the schmuck. Fight when you’re looking for a quick self-esteem boost. 

Alcott: You win

  • This poor woman does not deserve to be tortured anymore than she already is by the weight of her own social awkwardness, but if you really insist: make a derogatory comment and she’s basically down for the count already, no physical contact necessary. If you really want to dominate, just steal her glasses and she instantly morphs into a significantly less foxy Velma Dinkley. Also significantly less prone to self defense. An A-1 fight for when you’re looking to cement residency in Hell.

OTHER

Ango: Depends

  • You would think his beanpole ass would be an easy target. You’d be wrong, though. So very wrong. He’s been chugging tomato juice like it’s his job for the past forever and he’s got a snazzy pair of handcuffs he’s just dying to break out. If you sabotage basic safety features on his car, though, he’s a goner. Just sneakily unbuckle his seat belt while he’s driving and you’ve basically defeated him right then and there. A good fight for practicing strategic tactics and subtle vehicle vandalism.

Fyodor: You lose

  • Just ask A how that one turned out. Actually, ask anyone in the manga what throwing down with Fyodor entails. (Unless you only watch the anime, then just wait for the season three that we’re probably not getting) He’ll escort you personally to the gates of hell with a flick to your forehead. Then he’ll step right over your still-warm corpse and start playing the cello with that unnecessarily wide leg-spreadage. Mess with this sentient ushanka hat and he’ll uSHANKa you.
Boyfriend sounds good to me, Bill Denbrough.

A/N: Reminder that my requests are open! Send them in. I have loved writing for this character so so so much and will be excited to write for other characters from It as well. I’m working on requests rn :)

Request: hEY. i’m wondering if your requests are open? if they are, i’d love to send in a bill denbrough x reader request where the reader loves coming over to the denbrough’s to hang out with bill and georgie? ☺️❣🎈 thank you, bby.

Word Count: 3,301.

Y/N can hear the hushed voices of the two brothers before she starts to ascend the staircase to Bill’s room. His mother let her in a few minutes ago with the usual bright smile that spreads across her face upon seeing the girl.

This family adores Y/N.

She and Bill became friends in the past year, having been introduced through Eddie. The hypochondriac had a few classes with her and decided to introduce her to his group of friends, known as the Losers’ Club. But her friendship with their unofficial leader ended up taking flight and now they’re inseparable.

The door creaks open slowly with the slight pressure from her fingertips forcing behind it, revealing the joyful sight in the bedroom.

Georgie is sitting on the end of Bill’s bed while they play board games, the older brother’s eyebrows furrowing in frustration over the fact that a six-year-old is beating him.

“I’ve told you,” Y/N says, “You just can’t beat him at Monopoly.”

While Georgie jumps off the bed in a quick and sudden haste to hug her, Bill has to swallow down rising nausea at the prospect of today.

Last week, on a day much like this one, he’d told her that he has a crush on her. And he kissed her. To give him credit where it is due, she did kiss back and with all of the smiling she’d done after the kiss, one could only think she returns the feelings. So here they are. Stuck between acknowledging that their friendship is forever changed by a pesky little confession in the quiet of the late night, and a peck on the lips to send her home.

It was a brush of the lips.
It was so helplessly innocent and pure-hearted…

How could he have known that it would lead to such an awkward in-between stage where they don’t know whether to step back from one another or lean in? How could either of them have known they wouldn’t be able to look each other in the eyes without blushing?

“Hi, Y/N! You’re late, we’ve been playing without you for twenty minutes!” Georgie Denbrough exclaims as she leans down, letting his arms hook around her shoulders.

Her laughter warms a place in Bill’s heart as he hears it and sees his little brother hugging her. Hanging out with Georgie and Y/N every weekend is nearly therapeutic to him. With everything going on in life, with school and people bullying him, having at least one day a week with his two favorite people helps him feel better.

When she stands up, meeting Bill for the first time since the kiss on his porch last week, her heart falters in its beating.

“Hey,” Y/N softly mutters and hears the sound of Georgie happily stomping down the steps, probably into the living room to wait for them.

He looks her over with wide eyes, wanting nothing more than to pull her back in just like last week-

“BILLY!” Georgie’s voice yelling from downstairs snaps him out of his daze.

They both move their heads to the direction of the door, the unlit partial darkness of his bedroom swallowing them up in their thoughts. Bill has to shut out his doubts to keep himself from backing out and walks a few steps closer to her, his hand locking up into her’s.

It’s been a long time coming for the friends. Everyone in the group knew it before they could get the chance to admit their feelings without the other knowing and they all encourage the relationship that hasn’t even started yet. Because they make each other happy.

Georgie doesn’t bat an eye when he sees his brother walk down the stairs holding hands with a girl, but just smiles excitedly at them.

“What are we going to watch this time, Billy?” He asks and pats his small palms pat the space of cushion on either side of him.

Bill plops down on the couch, leaning his head against the wall behind him. His arm slides around the younger boy and pulls him closer, giving him a knowing smile.

“What else would we watch?” Y/N interjects and puts the same VHS tape they had laying out into the player, “E.T of course.”

This is how these sacred nights always start. Georgie’s favorite movie goes into the player and while he sits there, watching intently. Bill and Y/N whisper low enough so it won’t interrupt. Tonight is different though and with Georgie sitting smack dab in the middle of the two, they don’t say anything.

Throughout the movie, they talk with Georgie. He’s crazily passionate about the E.T and sometimes watches it twice in one night if he hasn’t fallen asleep by the time it’s over the first time. After week after week of watching E.T every Saturday, the older kids have grown extremely tired of it despite how great the movie actually is. But for Bill to see the smile on his brother’s face when the screen lights up with Spielberg’s masterpiece? It’s priceless.

Soft snores fill the space between their silence and the credits of the movie playing on the small screen in front of them. The boy fell asleep sitting up, his head tilted back with his small mouth opened to let out the sounds of his tired rest.

Y/N didn’t even realize that her arm was over Georgie’s shoulder. She follows the line of sight to the right side of his sleeping figure, where another boy is sitting with a hammering heart and a constricted throat at the feeling of her hand clamped over the bare skin of his knee. The touches started halfway through the movie. It started with their hands staying locked together, Bill running his fingers through her’s, pulling her closer and into the safety of the love in his heart. It started with the tentative, sensual touches.

His fingertips running across her palm or his hand gripping her wrist ever so gently.

When she lazily let her arm around the sleeping little boy, her lengthy fingers squeezing into the inside of his knee as little Georgie dozed off, she didn’t mean to startle him. The touch wasn’t intentional. It didn’t come from any motivations or an angle she was working. It was innocent, as it always has been, as it always is at the core of their relationship.

It was instinctive. Almost protective of the boy she admires so much.

But once she realizes where they are, how he instantly tensed when she looked over, and that his parents could walk in any second? They like her, but not that much. Not enough to enjoy the sight of her cuddling into Bill’s side with a hand on his thigh. She retracts her hand faster than it fell on him.

“Um, I-uh-” His voice trails quietly off with the struggle of what to say next.

Her head turns slowly, finding those serene topaz eyes of his melting into her glance instantly.

Y/N whispers, “What do you want to watch?”

All he can focus on as she utters the words are her lips. The soft, as he remembers from the two-second duration of the peck he gave her on the porch, cute lips moving tauntingly with each syllable. Aren’t they already so close, only a small bit of distance left to clear before they’re back to the moment on the porch last week? If he could just lean in a little closer and-

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Of Spreadsheets and Small Children

Your boss (and longtime crush) Hwang Minhyun has always seemed very collected and stern. However, your impression of him changes when he begins bringing his niece to work, tasked by his sister with watching the toddler while she’s away. The two of you bond over her.

  • for the single!dad au and i kno minhyun isn’t a dad (he’s an uncle) but like theres still children sO,,,
  • also the company is named empire bc emperor hwang lmao im not funny
  • and reader is a secretary

You sighed, doing your best to prop open your eyelids as you typed into the spreadsheet, carefully crosschecking the data you were entering to the online database.

“Late night again?” Your coworker and best friend at work, Kim Jaehwan, asked you as he popped into your small office, sending you a sympathetic smile. You groaned, leaning back to take a quick break. Your back cracked at the movement as you looked up at the clock on the wall, ticking away steadily.

“Yeah, boss is still out, so I’ve had extra work,” you explained with a shrug, turning your attention back to your computer.

“Minhyun never takes this much time off, I wonder what happened?” Jaehwan commented dryly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. You shot him a dirty look.

Mr. Hwang,” you corrected with a  roll of your eyes, “and shouldn’t you be finishing your own work?”

“Somehow, irritating you is a lot more interesting,” he snickered, saluting you, “I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, see you,” you bobbed your head as he finally left your office.

You’d had a job at Empire Co. for about a year and a half, working as the CEO’s assistant and secretary. Hwang Minhyun, a collected, slightly cold and brusque man, had grown to become extremely dependent on you, and it was strange to go to work without Minhyun’s presence right next door, separated by one thin sheet of glass.

It was the first time he’d been gone for more than a couple of hours—the man had even come in to work when he had the flu, coughing and wheezing as he disinfected every surface of the office. Citing a ‘family emergency’, he’d been away for about a week, and it was strange. Rumors had gone flying that he’d perhaps gotten arrested, gotten a girl pregnant or was getting married in Las Vegas. You’d rolled your eyes to all three conspiracies.

Your phone notification went off, signaling to you that you had new text messages with its quick succession.

Messages with: ceo hwang

(y/n), I will be returning tomorrow

Please have the Min files ready on my desk

And a jar of peanut butter

You frowned at the last text.

>Peanut butter?

You will be reimbursed, of course

You smiled at your boss’s apparent ignorance to the fact that it was super weird for a boss to ask their secretary to buy peanut butter for them.

Nevertheless, the next day, you arrived to the Empire building with the thick manila envelope holding the Min files and three jars of peanut butter—creamy, chunky, and the natural kind (you hadn’t been sure which he had wanted, but were too shy to ask). As you hurried to Minhyun’s office, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell he needed peanut butter for.

“Ah, (y/n)!” Minhyun sent you a smile, accepting the grocery bag and manila envelope, “thank you so much, I really do appreciate it.”

“Who’s that?”

You froze at the sound of a high pitched voice, gaze immediately darting towards the source of noise. It was a toddler peeking out from behind Minhyun’s desk. Her hair was gathered up in a messy ponytail on the top of her head, and she clutched a raggedy blanket in her hand.

You looked back at Minhyun, entirely confused as to why there was a toddler in the office.

“(y/n), this is Minah,” Minhyun said, holding out his hand. The toddler, Minah, tottered over, clasping her hand into his. You wanted to coo at how adorable her tiny hands were as she peered up at you with huge eyes. “Minah, this is (y/n). They help me a lot at work, and is super kind and helpful.”

“Hi,” Minah smiled widely up at you, showing off her adorable dimples.

“Hi, Minah,” you said, kneeling to the ground, “are you here to visit the office?”

“Ah, actually,” Minhyun smiled in embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck, “my sister asked me to watch Minah for a couple of weeks. She’s on a business trip to the tropics, and didn’t want to risk having Minah catch an illness, since she’s so young.”

“Ah,” you nodded in understanding, “so she’s not your kid?”

Minhyun turned a bit red at that, “did you think she was?”

You shrugged, trying to surpress a laugh, “that’s what the coworkers were thinking—that you’d taken time for some child or something.”

“Well, they’re not wrong,” Minhyun chuckled at that. You were a bit surprised at the moment—you’d never really made small talk like this with Minhyun before. He would ask about your family and how you were doing, but never to this extent.

“Uncle, uncle,” Minah began complaining, “my hair is messy, and it’s making my head itch!”

“Baby, you know I don’t know how to tie hair,” Minhyun sighed, kneeling down to meet Minah at eye-level. “It took me thirty minutes just to figure out this one,” Minhyun whispered to you, making you chuckle.

“May I?” You asked, gesturing to Minah. Your own older brother had a couple kids, so you were pretty comfortable with taking care of them.

“Please,” Minhyun replied, stepping back to let you sit down next to Minah.

“Here,” you patted the ground in front of you, taking a seat on the floor of Minhyun’s office. It was one of the strangest situations you’d ever been in—doing the hair of your boss’s niece—but Minah was cute, which kind of made up for it.

You carefully smoothed out Minah’s hair before tying half of it up into a little sprout at the top of her hair, leaving the hair tie loose enough so that it wouldn’t hurt her head.

“There you go,” you said cheerfully, getting back onto your feet.

“Wow, you’re pretty good at this,” Minhyun observed as Minah peered at herself in Minhyun’s computer reflection. “Do you have younger siblings?”

“I have nieces and nephews myself,” you explained with a smile, gathering your things, “so I have a bit of experience watching kids. If you ever need any help, feel free to ask.”

“It’s alright, I couldn’t impose on you like that,” Minhyun assured you, “well, thank you for your help.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you replied, heading to your own desk quickly. As you powered up your computer, you glanced at Minhyun’s office through the see-through glass wall, and almost burst out laughing—Minhyun was vigorously wiping Minah’s face with an antibacterial cleaning wipe used to clean bathrooms and hard surfaces.

Messages with: ceo hwang

>Mr. hwang, those wipes aren’t meant for children…

You watched in amusement as Minhyun checked his phone before looking over at you through the glass, a sheepish look on his face as he discareded the used wipe.

Its been an hour and I’ve already messed up…

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Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.

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Dollar Valentine

Originally posted by fearless-man

Requested by anonymous: did you watched 13 reasons why? bc i would love something like the oh my dollar valentine thing, asking y/n on a date and the date itself

Word Count: 2,847

Note: I didn’t copy it exactly the way they did it in the show, but pretty close ALSO I really went to town and even incorporated some flashbacks that you guys loved so much :) but also I went overboard on this and I do not regret it one bit, plus I know that this was one of the later requests I got, but I just started writing it and couldn’t stop

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“Dude, no, I’m not doing that stupid shit.” Shawn shrugs the paper off, rejecting the idea.

Brian looks at him confused, but retracts the paper nonetheless.

“Shawn, you’ve done it every year. Why would this year be any different?” Ian asks, almost just as confused as Brian, if not more.

Shawn bites his lip and pushes a hand through his hair.

“No reason, just don’t feel like it.”

However, there was a reason, and that reason was you. Shawn has had a crush on you since he was ten, literally; you were invited to his tenth birthday party (he had invited the entire class), and the second you walked through the door, he was absolutely convinced that he was in love with you.

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Typical (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Typical fuckboy Park Jimin, with the dangerously black hair tucked into his hat, the khaki tight joggers that he purposely wears to show off his length, and the countless black and white long sleeves he owns, has a mind as dirty as his pair of white Vans can get. Yet he’s exceptional in one thing: academics.

Genre: tutor!jimin, fuckboy!jimin, college!jimin, soft smut

Warning: blowjob, handjob, (a bit of) cumplay

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: This is short and something I wrote on an impulse  (edit: 10/15: i had my friend help me write the smut part because oh my frickin god i am terrible at smut)


Jimin’s often known for lingering for a little bit after his evening classes to flirt with a voluptuous girl; his type. He’ll usually wait for her to pack up her things while tossing him signs with carnal glances. The fuckboy doesn’t even need signals to know what she wants because he already knows that they both want the same thing.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to catch up to his type, walking her back to her dorm. Jimin usually gets invited in and sneaks out at one in the morning. One in the morning is his time to catch up on his homework that he didn’t do until the sun rises. Once the sun rises, he’s knocked out till noon.

Here comes a time when Jimin needs to start earning money to pay for his college tuition because his younger brother of two years is entering college next semester. His parents can’t possibly afford paying for two wild sons, so Jimin has no choice but to look for a job on campus.

And he finds one that he’s good at: tutoring.

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anonymous asked:

Okay, so I love your blog and I love lance even if I hurt him so, but like I've always had this headcanon that lance is a momma's boy all the way. But he's mother is a hardcore religious woman and when her son comes out to her being bi or pan or even trans and ect, she is so confused and tells him it's a phase. So, lots of he's insecurities bloom from that conversation with his mother. But even in that case, his father is actually more supportive and open to it and maybe even a couple of 1/?

of his siblings are supportive of him. But the fact that his mother still tells him it’s a phase which hurts our poor boy. Or even, his family becomes divided. Half of them team with his mama and the other half with his papa and he can’t help but feel like it’s his fault that this rift in the family has been caused because of him and his “stupid and unimportant” feelings. He starts to hate himself more when his parents argue and his siblings look at him in either disgust or sympathy. He just 2/?

feels utterly terrible and it starts to fester into self loathing and self harm and it’s continues to get worse as he gets older and this quote on quote phase isn’t a “phase”. He is just torn up about himself and what he’s caused in his family and so, he’s like Imma apply to the garrison because I’d like to be a pilot anyways and maybe it’ll help the family out. So, he gets in and his family is happy and proud but there is still some distance with his mother and other family members. 3/?
father is still super supportive and lance talks to his papa about any and all crushes he has throughout his life since he discovered that he had feels around 6th grade? Idk but like at the garrison he’ll casually mention that one chick he flirted with and it’s like all his family is into it but when he talks about this hella handsome guy it’s only his father and a few siblings who stay on the call. Which makes lance feel so small and he’ll stop half way after noticing and be like “actually 4/?
he wasn’t that cute” then proceed to his classes and how he’s working hard to be a fighter pilot in hopes his mom will be back but she never returns, even when the call ends. Cue lance laying in bed crying. Then cue him blowing up one night saying he didn’t ask to be this way but he is this way and he is sorry. Screams that he misses his mom and siblings and he feels bad that he likes guys and girls and he is sorry for being indecisive and selfish for liking both genders. Screaming and then 5/?

even throwing away any makeup and/or face masks his older sister got him. Just exploding in the room and hoping, praying that hunk won’t enter at that moment. He just can’t handle not being loved by half his family anymore, did his mother not realize the impact she has on him??? He is grateful for his father, but he was always a momma’s boy at heart. Then he makes it to fighter pilot and after that break down on the call, he remembers half his family just stopped talking so, what’s the 5or6/?

7: what’s the point. He still stays in some touch with his papa at times, but doesn’t tell him that he is a fighter pilot because he is only there since Keith left. He was only there, not because he was good enough, but because they needed the spot filled. More self hate and anger towards Keith. Then he gets sucked into a space war he didn’t expect and is worried because what about his family?? What about them??? But then he realizes that only half… [continued on 8]

realizes that only half of them are probably worried, the rest are probably happy that he was gone. He was the shameful one anyways. And he is terrified to tell the rest of the team. Sure, pidge came out as female instead of being the male she pretended to be (I stand by they/them pronouns for pidge tho), but it’s different for him. He is so scared that it’ll ruin his only other family. He doesn’t want his space family to be torn up about it like his biological fam was. So, he 8/?

9: overcompensates by flirting with females all the time. Trying to oversell himself as straight in fear of destroying his space fam and them hating him and kicking him off the team. But then he slips up. He accidentally flirts with a male hottie alien or maybe even some gay shows for Keith. Klance or something, but he let’s it slip and the team sees and oh no he can’t have this. He screwed up and cue panic attacks and some self harm. So, now he unintentionally came out and everyone is going to…[continued on 10]

now he unintentionally came out and everyone is going to hate him. He is terrified and scared and basically either locks himself in his room and sneaks out or inside blue. Maybe trains at night because he needs to be useful to stay as the Blue paladin, right?? He needs to be good to stay because what if hunk is the only one okay with him liking all the genders? What if they find him disgusting? What if he has destroyed the only other people he considered family?? So, he over trains, doesn’t 10/?

11: stop training. He keeps going because he can’t be comic relief now. He has to be a bigger and better asset to the team. Now that they know, he has to find something more to keep him there. Blue didn’t pick him or care for how he feels, who he ends up loving, right?? That has to be right but what if the rest of the team doesn’t think so, what if they decide they don’t need him. So, he keeps training. He goes to team training and goes on missions but never talks to anyone unless it’s mission or training related. He doesn’t go to bonding or meeting unless absolutely necessary since when they look for him, they can never find him. He even begs the mice to keep his hiding spots secret. They obey his request but don’t approve. Only because they know he needs time. So, the days turn to weeks and eventually it’s a month. One night he goes hard and he is malnourished since only people contribute enough get to eat enough. He gets beat up badly, barely wheezing out to end the simulation. His vision is spotting and some cuts are reopened on his legs, arms, hips. His ribs could be broken, definitely bruised at the very least. When he wakes up, he falls into hunk from the cyropod and hunk scolds him in so much worry and even some tears because “ you could have died lance!!!” Lance listens and apologizes. Hunk is about to get the others… [continued in 12]

Hunk is about to get the others. Lance begs and pleads because he can’t face them. He doesn’t want it to happen all over again. He begs hunk to refrain from letting everyone know he’s out of the pod. Hunk is very very hesitant but agrees eventually. He gets lance food and helps him into his room as quickly and carefully and quietly as possible. And eventually the team finds out and bangs on Lance’s door to talk to him. When he does answer finally, they ask him why he even trained to the 12/??

13: the point of exhaustion and even possible death. He takes their words, sometimes wincing because he’s fucked up. He is useless after all and couldn’t even improve without screwing up and almost dying. Then he feels a hand on his knee, concerned looks staring at him and then reference the scars on his body. They ask why he said nothing, why he didn’t tell them he was hurting, what is hurting him, how long. And lance just shakes his head saying he just needed to better, he’s fine. He just needs to sleep, he will be fine. They don’t need to be concerned. But pidge is like what do you mean?! Are you crazy?! Hunk agrees calmly saying that they are here for him. Keith practically screams “Lance you aren’t okay. Don’t fucking say that. Don’t fucking lie to us!” And lance just breaks. He screams and yells and stands with balled fists. He screams at how they don’t even acknowledge him as anymore than comic relief or a dumb flirt. He screams on how he is sorry for being a screw up, how he fucks up, how he is terrible and he knows he doesn’t have a thing, he has nothing compared to them. He knows and he knows that he is terrible. Then he says that he is sorry for being selfish because he is bi/pan/ect… he apologizes for being the way he is and he is so sorry he let it slip. He keeps blaming himself and saying sorry, telling them he wishes to go back fix his mistake. He just keeps apologizing to them. Then coran is the first to say that him loving anyone wasn’t bad or a crime and they weren’t going to exile him or anything. But lance starts to blubber out that he knows how this ends, that every one will either hate him

 Everyone will either hate him or disapprove of him because he is bi/pan/trans or even genderfluid/ect… or the team will be divided like the rest of his family was. And he just cries now, saying that it was his fault then and now it is his fault again. He just fucked things up. He didn’t grow out of the phase his mama said he was going through. He starts to sob on how he is sorry for being like this. He ruined his biological family and now, “I’ve ruined this one too.” Then hunk scoops him into a hug because hunk didn’t know this, he assumed that his family was okay with this and had gotten busier lately which was why Lance’s calls with his family were less frequent than the last year. Then it becomes a group hug. Everyone is in shock because wow, they didn’t even know these were the thoughts lance had. That he had before he had come out accidentally in front of them. They didn’t know he felt worthless and scared and useless and like a 7th wheel and was petrified of how they’d react to his sexuality and/or gender (if wanted). How could they be so blind?? Shiro feels like a failed leader. He didn’t count or depend on lance enough. Shoot, he didn’t even take time to know him. Allura feels like she’s just neglected lance. Not even considering that he was flirting with her to be friendly and try to cover up who he was. She just runs her hands through his hair murmuring soft apologizes because she failed as the first in command, not properly looking out for her paladins. Hunk is so upset with himself and devastated that he didn’t notice earlier. He didn’t even realize that lance felt like this under the surface. He didn’t see the signs and when he did, he didn’t push it. What kind of best friend is he?? Pidge wants to call him stupid and an idiot for thinking no one cared, but they reflects back to the times they told him he was annoying and to leave because he was too dumb to understand. Pidge cries into his chest and refrains from cursing him out. They keep repeating that he is important and that he is the best big brother they  could ask for besides matt. Because pidge realizes lance was only trying to help her get to sleep or eat. Keith is shaking while in the group hug. But he just hold the piece of lance he has close and tells lance that he is so valid and that he matters. Keith tells him sorry for trying to fight so much when it was obvious that lance wasn’t into it. Keith just wants lance to be okay. Coran continues to say that he can love whoever he wants. Female, male, non-binary, ect… that lance is accepted and loved all the same as before. He just tells him that no matter what, he is loved and if he doesn’t feel it, then they’ll make sure to get better at showing. Lance just keeps crying as they hold him. He feels happy but is so scared still. It’s a slow process to get lance to be completely okay. He is happy that nobody really minds that his sexual preferences and/or gender identity. Even if his family family is torn on it, his space fam isn’t.

Bonus: when his biological family gets word from the garrison, it shatters them. His mama dies inside because her beautiful child is gone… forever. She didn’t love him enough and now he was gone. She becomes a mess because why did she shun him away at times?? For what? Whoever he was loving at the time? She should have accepted her baby as a lover to all instead of how she treated him, how parts of the family treated him. His papa is just a stone on the outside. He always knew that lance struggled with himself and knew that some of the students at the garrison would call him inappropriate slurs because his son was who he was. He just stays strong for his family, all his children and his wife despite how she had treated their baby. But when he is alone in the middle of the day, he breaks. He wishes for his son back. He misses him and wonders if his son knew that he could die during whatever testing was happening. Because he knew his son was hurt and had he pushed more, had he gone up to visit and reminded him more that he was perfect as himself, maybe his son wouldn’t have died. His papa just wonders if it were accident or if lance had done it purposely because lance didn’t want to live in this world. “Mijo, regardless, you were too good for this world anyways. At least you’ll see the stars up there.”


This was hella long, and made by @darkrosesforangels and I have nothing else too say, just that this is beautiful.

enemies to lovers // taeyong

Originally posted by nctaezen

a/n: wanjeon ty darkness

  • YAY MORE TAEYONG
  • so both you and taeyong were childhood friends, but became distant after several years, yet your families always kept contact and just assumed you were in a kid fight that didn’t know how to end
  • you disliked him because he was one of those ugly kids you avoid at school, the popular one, too carefree, never in class, always ALWAYS playing basketball in the school backyard (you seriously wish you could tell his MOTHer)
  • taeyong hated your guts because he thought you were like the rest of the girls in the school, always gossiping and ya know, just waitiNG FOR HIM TO SLIP UP SO YOU COULD TELL HIS MOM
  • sometimes you find yourself thinking what would happen if you guys reconciled, but immediately get rid of those thoughts cause you knew taeyong wouldn’t want to be seen with you since he always gave you the face™ every time you see each other
  • basically other people knew you guys were friends before but dont know why you weren’t anymore
  • so it’s like halfway through senior year in high school, and its getting stressful bc you have to keep your grades up till the very last day of school, and your teacher assigns a project
  • it’s a project that you have to do with someone you don’t talk to that much (the teacher wanted this asap and no buts)
  • everyone had to get their partners confirmed and you slowly realize that taeyong being oh so lovely with everyone but you meant… exactly that
  • parntEERS
  • at first your initial response was like. looks like i’m doing all the work then!
  • but then you were like oH SHIT WAIT. i have to SPEAK to LEE TAEYONG
  • so sad taeyong looks like he’s about to break a desk
  • but yeah when the people from your respective friend groups find out they’re like oHHHHHH…. have fun
  • they were sympathizing with you but they also wanted you guys to just get on good terms again because wee woo wee woo you and taeyong are one of the few to get into the same college and you’re not one to befriend people quite easily (you still think he’s dumb somehow. soMEHOW) i wish i had friends like this
  • so after school you see taeyong kinda waiting on the school bench and he sees you and rolls his eyes and you do it right back
  • leaving no room for small talk or ‘wow man you grew up…nicely how have you been…..??” (he did groW UP NICELY BUT YOU WERENT ABOUT TO ADMIT THAT EITHER) you write down your phone number on a piece of paper and smack it on his hand and give him a fake smile as if to say sorry
  • “i’m free now so let’s go to the coffee shop to get a head start. by the way you’re not getting any freebies here. i held myself from telling your mother the whOLE time we were in school together so don’t try any funny business.”
  • taeyong gives you that face again and follows along but then he’s like “wait so you didn’t snitch on me to my mom at all?”
  • “you fail at your own life i have nothing to do with it.” thats when he realizes he has a snake on him (rip)
  • it’s rocky at first, both of you are arguing and theres a lot of eye rolling and faces
  • at one point you throw your papers at him bc he wouldnt stop texting faster than the speed of light (he’s murdering that one snake)
  • you grab his phone from his hands and leave it in your bag which makes him start whining
  • “kill someone later. we work now.”
  • several days pass and you guys are pretty normal around each other and you finally admit taeyong is actually smart
  • one particular day it was nearly 8pm and you were starting to get tired but were so close to finishing the hardest segment of the project
  • anD THEN YOU FINALLY FINISH IT
  • “TAEYONG ITS DONE ITS DONEEEEEE”
  • BOTH OF YOU ARE HOLLERING AND THEN YOU GUYS HUG EACH OTHER IN ALL YOUR JOY
  • but then you realized what just happened so you awkwardly start pulling your arms away from his neck and not looking at his eyes
  • taeyong is also really flustered except he keeps looking right at you and his hands are still holding your waist, your hands now on his chest
  • yoU PUSH HIM OFF OF YOU AND RUN TO THE KITCHEN screaming about reenergizing both of you with some leftover takeout
  • youre both screaming internally btw
  • fast forward to a few days later when the project is nearly over so you guys can relax a bit since the deadline is still kind of far, and you’re at his house where his room has the best view ever lucky ass and a reALLY COMFY BED (you were at his desk and he was on his bed but you really wanted to fall asleep just by looking at it)
  • and you’re talking about all the weird things you guys did as kids
  • “remember when you tried to throw a basketball across the whole diameter of the pool but threw yourself instead”
  • “y/n shut up i still have the scar on my leg from hitting the edge so hard”
  • and then you guys start talking about physical features where he’s like “no lie you were pretty cute back then and i think had a crush on you at one point” and ur like ok….ay… why is my breathing becoming erratic excuse me heart
  • “thanks taeyong you’re pretty cute now” and then you slap your mouth in shock but he laughs anyway
  • while you guys continue to talk he starts falling asleep and you just really observe him for the first time and realize his facial features are no joke at all like
  • “enjoying the view?” cue you throwing papers at him
  • he looks at you this time and says “you’re not as bad as i thought you were”
  • “what’s that supposed to mean”
  • “it means i still think you’re pretty cute” your heart went ouch
  • a week later all the projects have been presented and you’re back on your daily life
  • this boy still hasn’t contacted you
  • you’re just really sad and wondering if this was only for the sake of getting a good grade on that project
  • and your friends are sad for you but also glad that at least you don’t have something against him anymore
  • so you’re walking home through the park to get some fresh air when you hear a familiar voice calling you from behind
  • you turn around and taeyong is right next to you with a bag in his hand
  • “here” he shoves in your hand and oh HHHH ITS EXPENSIVE CHOCOLATE “thanks for getting us that good grade”
  • “TAE YOU DIDNT HAVE TO GET CHOCOLATE WORTH MORE THAN MY ORGANS WE BOTH WORKED HARD” but you’re like half tearing up because how did he afford this oh my goodness
  • you give him a half hug but he pulls you completely in instead
  • this time you don’t push him away but just stand there with your hands resting gingerly on his back
  • he lets go and takes your hand “my mother said to get this okay ALSO another reason why i hated you was because i think she treats you like her own daughter sometimes like who AM i”
  • “sorry ty it’s these good looks”
  • “my reputation is ruined when i’m around you so i doubt”
  • “let go of my hAND”
  • so he walks you home and when you get to your room you start squealing
  • and then you realize you kinda like him 
  • you guys start texting a lot and one day while he walks you home and he’s holding your hand, it’s something you became used to and welcomed 
  • you guys get to your house and you’re going up the stairs to the front door “thanks dude see you tomorrow”
  • but he doesn’t say anything he just stands there staring at you so you turn your head to stare right back
  • he suDDENLY KISSES YOU FASTER THAN HIS TEXTING SPEED AND YOU ALMOST TRIP ON THE STAIRS
  • your eyes are wide and he’s smiling brighter than the street lamp shining on his face
  • “sorry i need to do that again once wasn’t enough” before you could say anything he pulls you back in and it’s only 3 seconds but you probably heard sirens down the street coming to take your dead body
  • “tae what was-“
  • “ILL TEXT YOU THE DETAILS GOODBYE” wow he runs faster than usain bolt
  • cue ur heart and mouth yodeling
I wouldn’t mind taking a chance

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

Warnings: swearing 

Word count: 896

A/N: ok hello again this was requested by @imaginesyes thank you so much for requesting, I had so much fun writing this! I’m sorry its so short ;; In which Peter Parker is confused about the signals super popular reader is sending him and wonders if she likes him // Flash making fun of him and reader actually admitting she likes peter?? (-: my requests are open! pls send me a request/imagine if you have one!


Peter was thoroughly confused. Most of the time, he’d say that he’s well-aware of his surroundings and is fairly intelligent in a majority of his subjects. Yet, when it came to [Y/N], he had no clue what was going on. You would think spidey senses would come in handy at a time like this. “Bullshit,” thought Peter, as he glanced at [Y/N] walk down the hallway and give him a look that clearly meant more than what he thought it was. 

[Y/N], the school’s most popular femme fatale, was not just a goddess in beauty, but was intelligent and gifted with natural leadership and an affinity for helping others. Peter knew he liked her since the day they met, three years ago in sophomore year. Somehow, in his luck, he was assigned to be partners with [Y/N] to present a project in their classical literature class. Upon meeting her for the first time, Peter stumbled for a good five minutes getting introductions out the way. [Y/N] smiled brightly and placed her hand on his shoulder before giggling and whispering low, “Hey, don’t worry. I don’t bite.” Peter knew he was a goner at that point. 

They spent the next couple days finalizing their project and to no surprise, they had gotten the highest grade in the class. Peter was planning on asking if [Y/N] wanted to hang out after class once they had finished the project, but he knew the moment he started speaking, the result would have been nothing but a jumbled mess of words and nervous, fidgety hands. The next couple years had passed without any interactions between the two; [Y/N]’s extracurriculars kept her busy, as well as Peter’s ‘Stark internship’ keeping him on the streets and missing chances to attempt to talk to her. 

Yet, recently Peter had been noticing her walk down the hall and shoot him quick glances, longingly but subtle in a way that none of her friends would catch on. Peter had been feeling weird for the last couple of days. Was he misreading things? “How could the most popular girl in school be interested in me?” he thought to himself. It just made no sense – he wasn’t a guy that someone like her would even bother talking to. But her small glances and sweet smiles was making his heart flutter and making him think otherwise. 

Peter had just finished his calculus class and was heading back to his locker. He saw that [Y/N] was walking to her locker to change out her books for her next class, with at least two to three boys in tow. She was smiling uncomfortably as the boys would crowd her, asking for her number or wondering if she was going out with anyone. Eventually her friends would come by and shoo the boys away, but a circle began to form around her to no avail. Their lockers were across from each other, Peter’s a couple down from where [Y/N]’s was. When she wasn’t crowded with a mass of people, Peter would admire the way she smiled at her friends passing down the hall and the way she fixed her lipgloss using her locker mirror, hoping to god she wouldn’t notice him in her reflection. 

As Peter was dumbstruck by how gorgeous she looked today in her oversized sweater and cute leggings, Flash was walking down the hall. Grabbing Peter’s neck by the arm, Flash remarked, “Hey Penis Parker, whatcha up to? You staring at [Y/N] or something?” Immediately, everyone turns around and notices Peter and Flash, Peter’s face instantly heating up as he sees [Y/N] look over curiously. “Cut it out, Flash” Peter mutters and pushes him away, trying to turn back around so he wouldn’t be seen. Flash laughs obnoxiously and yells out, “Looks like Parker’s crushing on [Y/N]! I mean, don’t get me wrong. But honestly? You don’t have a chance!” Everyone bursts out laughing and Peter just wants to stuff Flash in his locker and hide up on the rooftop before things got really ugly. 

“I think he’s got a chance,” [Y/N]’s clear voice breaks the jeers and suddenly the entire hallway is dead-silent. Peter freezes for a moment before he realized what she had just said and turns around abruptly. [Y/N] was smiling at Peter and slightly blushing. “I wouldn’t mind taking a chance with you, Peter Parker” [Y/N] says and she closes her locker and walks over to him. 

The crowd is still in shock and makes way for her to approach him. Peter, still frozen in place, has no words to say. “Tell me this isn’t a joke… tell me I’m not dreaming,” Peter thinks to himself, wide-eyed as [Y/N] is standing in front of him. She laughs and leans over to whisper in his ear, “Remember when I told you I don’t bite? If you want me to, I’ll make an exception” and pulls away slowly. Peter’s ears are literally on fire and he blushes hard. “U-uh, o-okay,” was the only words he could mutter before she smiled and grabbed his hand. 

“I’ll see you later, Peter.” And with a quick squeeze and a glowing smile, she was gone. Not a word was said, and Peter for the life of him could not believe what had just happened. 

A few seconds later, Flash was the first to break the silence. 

“Okay, what the actual fuck?”


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