i was surprised that anyone even showed up

You know you’re fucked when you’re only 15 but yet it feels like the world could end right there and you would be fine with it. It’s fucked when girls and boys are so young but so depressed, so heartbroken. Feelings fuck you up, i remember when i was only a little girl and i had this whole life ahead of me and all I wanted was a boyfriend. And now after having one, I don’t understand why I needed one, it’s messed me up. Emotionally and physically, I am fucked.

He was the type of boy you could just see yourself lasting forever with, and that’s exactly what I did. He teased me so much that I used to sook about it, but that didn’t matter because at least he was making me smile in some way. He cared so deeply, and he was so sensitive even though everyone I knew saw him as this big tough guy. He was gentle, he was romantic, it was like we were 23 and just madly in love. Our relationship was beyond what you would expect at such a young age, but we were just so maturely in love. But that’s the thing, i’m not 23, i’m so young and now i’m heartbroken and it’s not as simple as going out every night to get him out of my head. I have to sleep early because of school, i have to go to school, I have to study and commit to all of my commitments and it’s impossible to get him out of my mind. He wasn’t just my boyfriend, he was genuinely my best friend and sometimes we fought as best friends would. But no matter how we were fighting, we fought as hard as we could for each other because that’s what love does to you. But one day i guess he just decided to stop fighting, and it wasn’t like I was expecting it. We always swore we would fight for each other, fight for the relationship, fight for our fucking love but he didn’t want too anymore. He didn’t want me anymore, and i can say with all my broken heart that killed me. It’s the worst thing to wake up happily in love and then go to bed broken because you’ve lost the reason why you even got up that day. He said he lost feelings, but I can’t place when. When did he lose feelings? With all of that sweet talk, the kisses, the texts, the calls, the hugs, everything and at some point he somehow started to lose feelings. And it hurt and surprised me so much because everyone knew that he was crazy about me. I saw parts of him that he would never dare to show anyone, we were so comfortable with each other and we allowed each other into our hearts but for some reason he just didn’t want that anymore. I can not place that all in my head, how you can suddenly lose interest in something you once loved. And it wasn’t like the hurt stopped there, no a month later he found himself with another girl. Making all the memories, the love, the jokes, that we were once doing. And the weirdest thing is, everyone around him can see that he doesn’t love her. Not the way he loved me at least. And i can’t seem to process the thought of why you would throw away a diamond for a fake one. Why would you throw away your perfect girl for someone who doesn’t even come close? Fuck, she’s not even pretty and yet i feel like i have to compete with her. And every month goes by, and they are still going strong and for some reason my brain still can’t process it. I still can’t believe that he’s moved on from me because love doesn’t just go away. You can’t just get rid of love because you don’t want it anymore, feelings don’t leave when you ask them too. So what is he doing with her when he can be with me? I’ve never been the girl to wait for someone, i always want to try with everyone but for some reason i am constantly drawn to him, as if he’s truly made for me and i think he is. I think he’s the love of my life and maybe i’m just not his. But when you love something you don’t just let it go, you fucking fight like crazy for it and i can promise everyone i would never go down without a fight. Okay maybe he’s happily in love with her, but what about me? What about my love for him? That doesn’t just go away, that doesn’t get excluded so fuck society and their expectations. Fuck everyone who thinks i won’t succeed. I know what I want, and i’ve never been so determined to get it.

homemade dynamite → parker

→ summary: inspired by homemade dynamite by lorde, y/n stark and peter parker find themselves getting handsy.

→ word count: 904

→ warnings: language, lil smutty oops don’t come at me 

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“Show me your wrist” for the four word prompt requested by @scorpiosyasss

Hunk prided himself in being an observant person.

He’d always been the one to see the oddity of the situation, like focusing on a needle instead of the rest of the haystack. After all, he’d been the one who figured out about the Fraunhofer line that led them to the Blue Lion, and knew how to find his Lion through a quick scan through the old tech he was shown and the one to realize Rolo and his crew were plotting against them (Hunk hadn’t yet forgiven them, oh no - he knew how to hold his grudges).

Needless to say, observations were Hunk’s kind of thing, especially if it meant experimenting with tests and recording interesting results, which was why when he caught a flash of blue on Keith’s wrist, he reached out without thinking and grabbed Keith by the shoulder.

Keith tensed up, whirling back at Hunk with a guarded expression. Realizing it was just Hunk, he exhaled slowly, giving Hunk a loop sided smile. “Hey big guy, what gives?”

Hunk paused, now wondering if it had been a good idea. Sure, Hunk was really curious what the thing on Keith’s hand was, but he wasn’t sure if he’d even seen it properly. “Uhm. Nothing.” He raised his hands, giving a sheepish smile. “Just wanted to, ya know, greet you and stuff. Like a good ol’ pal. ‘Sup.”

Keith squinted at Hunk, crossing his arms, very obviously unimpressed by the blatant lie - did Hunk mention he was bad at lying? Because he was. Very. “Hunk,” Keith said sternly. “What did you want to say.”

His voice sounded patronizing, and dangerously close like Shiro. Hunk snorted internally at the mental image of Keith wearing a #1 Dad shirt. He backed away, giving his too-awkward smile. “Nothing, I swear.”

“I don’t know if I can trust anymore especially after that one incident–”

Hunk tensed, eyes widening up in surprised when he realized what Keith was doing. “Oh no you don’t–”

Keith deliberately raised his voice, an eyebrow raised. “–where you accidentally wrecked Coran’s–”

“Okay! Okay you made your point now please,” Hunk clamped Keith’s mouth shut, which was easy since his hands were big, “Just stop before anyone hears.”

Keith continued staring at him with a sharp calculating gaze, and Hunk suddenly felt that maybe he was gonna be intruding someone’s privacy, again, without even meaning to. He sighed, grumbling, “show me your wrist.”

Keith blinked, holding his hand to his chest. “Uhm, what?”

“Your wrist, man!” Hunk pouted at Keith. “I don’t know if I saw wrong but I saw a glimpse of blue on your wrist? And I’m not like used to seeing that color on you to say the least so like, show me your wrist to prove that I didn’t see anything and so we can not talk about the incident that you were about to talk about that certainly did not happen?”

Keith blinked at him more, frozen in place. He broke from his trance, cheeks suddenly flushed, and he stared down at his wrist. “Oh. Uh.” He pursed his lips, muttering, “I guess I could show you.”

Before Hunk could ask what, Keith had started to take off his finger less glove, extending his fingers and clenching his fist to movements joints or something. Hesitantly, he held out his arm, showing Hunk what was on his wrist.

Hunk reached out, touching at the cool colored skin, jaws slack. “This is–”

“Lance drew it,” Keith cut in, and Hunk thought, ah. “We were, ah, talking, in the hangar, and he started talking about his family, and he mentioned that he used to do face painting with his niece and nephew, so I asked if he could show me and–” He paused, looking down at the minuscule drawing of a dolphin on his hands. “Well, I actually asked for a cat, but he said he only knew how to color marine life, so yea.”

Keith glanced down, faint smile on his lips despite the obvious blush on his face. At the sight of that, something clicked in Hunk’s mind, and he grinned, leaning down to whisper a small, “go get ‘im,” before running to his best friend’s room excitedly, leaving a flustered Keith alone in the corridor.

Hunk was observant, alright. But even the most oblivious person could see what was going on. And he was going to find the root of this.

He slammed into Lance’s room, catching Lance sewing straying seams on Keith’s jacket. Lance looked up, eyes wide at the sight of his best friend. “Hunk? What are you–” He followed Hunk’s gaze down onto the jacket, and blanched. “I swear this is not what you think it is–”

Hunk was going to love the result of this.

Do you ever find yourself disliking a character because of their fans? You try to separate the fans from the character, but it’s just so difficult. The fans can make you love or hate a character based on which unnecessary reaction they have. 

If the reaction consists of all this unearned praise and this idea that this character is above reproach, then you’re gonna end up hating the character. I’m talking about those characters where the fandom thinks it’s a good idea to infantilize them and make them out to be ‘good guys’ even when they’re not.

If the reaction consists of all this vitriol and unnecessary hate, then you’re gonna end up loving the character. I’m talking about those characters that are just as guilty as the other characters, but they’re still hated for it. In fact, they’re hated even more for it. They don’t do anything anyone else on the show doesn’t do, yet they get the most hate.

It’s just so odd how the fandom can cultivate your viewing experience. 

anonymous asked:

The surprise gen election date has been set in June wich is smack bang in the middle of exam season for students. Theresa may knows what cards she's playing. She knows that young people are less likely to vote tory so she's making sure students don't get to vote. I mean if you were a student and you had to go to a polling station after exams would you even show up at the polling station or go home and rest. Think about it. Theresa may is rigging the election in her favour.

Bearing in mind she’s also undercutting anyone who would have had the vote in 2020.

Make sure you vote regardless of exams. Voting stations are open until 10.

anonymous asked:

best girl?

You seriously asking me that on Sunday? 

Originally posted by lisiantus

Give me a second I need to think about this…

Originally posted by zekroms

I’m honestly not quite sure…

Originally posted by kinomoto

Like there are a lot of pretty good female characters out there…

Originally posted by kinotabi

Could I really just choose one? 

Originally posted by kinotabi

To be best girl?

Originally posted by twins12100

Out of all the other girls?

Originally posted by satorufujinuma

That seems pretty hard…

Originally posted by kinotabi

Let me look up some characters.

Originally posted by twotheleft

This is pretty agonizing.

Originally posted by juhzou

Man I just can’t decide.

Originally posted by kinotabi

Yea mate, I dunno. 

Originally posted by solterina

Too many girls, too little time.

Originally posted by satorufujinuma

Frankly, I’m surprised anyone can pick just one. 

Originally posted by kinotabi

Like guys, let’s be realistic here. 

Originally posted by griffmstr

Just one girl out of every show i’ve watched?

Originally posted by twins12100

I’m nearing a hundred finished shows!

Originally posted by kinotabi

I can’t even remember some of them!

Originally posted by kinotabi

And I’m supposed to pick just one? 

Originally posted by satorufujinuma

That’s impossible. 

Originally posted by twins12100

Completely impossible if you ask me.

Originally posted by kinotabi

Yea man I’m sorry. 

Originally posted by gurrenlagging

Can’t decide. 

Originally posted by pastadork

Going Once, Going Twice, Sold (Birth of a Sugar Baby)

Note: This is a two-for-one deal. I wrote this to participate in the Bangtan Bookclub Monthly Challenge: Sugar Daddy Edition, and also as a (late) birthday gift to my very good friend, MVP, whom I love and adore and respect and would probably donate my kidney for if she were in need of one. I had so much fun planning this out with @94hixtape and @sugaredmarbles - Smut Goddesses tbh. I got Really inspired by Cheese In The Trap! Yet again, this came out Different than how I originally imagined it, but I’m hoping it’s not a total disaster.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: college au, sugar daddy au
Warnings: escort/prostitution, online perverts, unsanitary mention, masturbation mention
Word Count: 5144
Rating: A, for Ambiguous (because it’s not really smut, but it’s not exactly the Safest thing for work. Feel?)

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But the real reason anything at all started with Hoseok was something much simpler, and probably wholly unexpected - not that you ever planned on any of the other members of the MBA Society to find out.

You leave your unlocked phone in his car before stumbling your way into your tiny, studio apartment. And he sees a twitter notification asking you for further discount on your panties.

That is all it takes.

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Just going to address a few things in regards to our favourite pair, Cole and Lili.

They’re not a PR thing. I am 1000% certain about this. Had they been, by now we would have had an album full of photos of them kissing and holding hands all over town. You all have to remember something important here, the SH family are geniuses. I have never seen such an astute bunch of people. So many of you have proven you have the right qualifications to join the FBI or even become private investigators. The only reason the rumours about SH dating started was because of this community here on Tumblr being able to piece together every little crumb that was thrown our way and complete the puzzle. The media caught wind of this because our sleuthing made its way to Twitter. Most of the articles speculating on SH have used evidence from a “SH are dating” thread on Twitter. So it’s us, the fans, who figured it out. Lili has been giving us clues for months - not because she wanted people to know, but because she wanted to share as much of her relationship with her man by still remaining private. Cole and Lili didn’t know people would become so invested in their love life, that’s probably why they toned it down this last month. If they were just “friends” I can assure you they would not be so secretive all the time. Why would two friends care if people think they’re dating? If anything, they would revel in these dating rumours and use it to promote Bughead as much as possible. But you know why they don’t? Because they care more about their offscreen romance than they do their onscreen one. They’re protecting this beautiful bond they have.
Also, Cole is the last person on the planet who would ever agree to publicity stunts. He is so anti celebrity and anti Hollywood. He rarely even promotes Riverdale nor does he contribute to the live tweeting sessions every week. So why the hell would he sign up for a relationship that’s all PR? Anyway, I’ve never doubted that Cole and Lili were together and in love. I’ll admit, recently I had my worries that they might have been on a break - and who knows - maybe they really were, and they worked everything out yesterday or today even. Regardless, I think they’ve both agreed to be a little more open about being together and that’s why we’ve been spoiled with a lot of goodies today. Cole has definitely shown signs of slowly becoming more publicly affectionate towards Lili by showing her face in his IG story last week, and commenting with heart eyes on her photo. Does it honestly surprise anyone that this is happening? It was building up to this. They won’t stay quiet forever. One only needs to look at Cole and Lili when they’re standing next to each other and there is no denying the chemistry between those two. It’s palpable.

As for the people thinking Lili’s caption about the breakfast date being about the dog … please just look up the word subtext. Cole was the most noticeable part of that photo - thanks to the one jacket he owns - and if you pay attention you’ll notice his face in the table’s reflection … just saying. Lili’s clever; she knows exactly what’s she’s doing.
She clearly used the dog as a cover up to not have to blatantly say, “Hey, ya’ll, Cole and I are on a date”. Read between the lines. She was on a date with Cole, obviously. The dog most likely belonged to the people sitting next to them.
Today they indirectly told us they’re dating, and that was probably their intention all along. They’re never going to come right out and mouth the words “we’re together”; they’re going to keep doing it in the most sneakiest and cryptic ways.

Ps, if you’re a hater, I’m not interested in hearing your negative opinion on this. Go complain or sulk in your own tags.

Seigneur-terraces [Suga]

{{ noun // coffee dwellers who sit at a table for a long time but spend little money }}

He’s basically like a cup of coffee: hot and bitter.

Fluff. Coffee Shop AU. 1,107 words.

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Mondays are the worst, you think sourly to yourself, as you wipe the counters and pull down the chairs from on top of the tables. Amber called in sick, so you’re alone in the front of the coffee shop, and god knows you shouldn’t bother Joonmyeon when he’s going through the bills for this place in his back office.

Finishing up with cleaning the interior, you make your way to your usual spot behind the counter before starting up the coffee machines and making sure all the extras, like hot fudge and caramel, are filled and in stock.

Napkin holders full? Check.

Sugar packets and stirrers put out? Check.

Pastries all set out in the display case? Check.

Angry boy staring at you from the door? Check.

Oh, wait.

You quickly hurry over to said boy as he jabs pointedly towards the opening hours sign and ‘closed’ sign.

Flipping the sign to say 'open,’ you rush to open the door, letting the boy stride in.

“Oh my god, I’m really sor–”

“Uh huh, I’m sure you are.”

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Colors (Part 23) [Reader x Min Yoongi]

Originally posted by dreamyoongi


Genre: Gang - Mafia AU || Angst (m)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13  / Part 14 / Part 15  / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22

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Prom Season

Ask Request!!

Prompt by @oh-bosta

Roman tries to ask out Virgil to prom but luck isn’t on his side.

T/W: Some cursing

A/N: I loved this prompt so much!! Sorry it took so long to get out!!

Prom was in three days. Roman knew this and he couldn’t be more worried about it. Not because he wasn’t ready. He had almost everything he needed, all except the most important thing. A date.

You can do this. Just talk to him after class. Roman thought to himself, he looked back to the very back corner of the class, to the boy in question. Virgil had his hood uo and his head rested in his hands. He looked extremely bored but Roman found it cute for some odd reason. He huffed out a breath and Roman chuckled.

They were on opposite end of the classroom so Roman knew he couldn’t hear him but he seemed to sense Roman’s eyes on him because only a second later, their eyes found each others.

Virgil was first to look away, sitting up and glancing down finding his notes more interesting. Roman watched as he tugged on the ends of his sleeves.

“Mr.Prince.” Roman’s attention was drawn to the front where his teacher stood angrily.

“Y-yes sir?” Roman cleared his throat and sat a little straighter. He felt himself blush.

“What’s the answer to number 7?”

“…uh…C?”

“Wrong. Maybe if you stared at the board the way you do Mr.Sanders then you would know.” Roman felt himself go bright red. He had been caught. He could hear whispers surrounding him.

“I-I wasn’t..” His sentence trailed off as his teacher addressed the class,specifically the back of the class.

“Mr.Sanders you know the rule about hoods on in class. Please remove it.” Roman glanced back at Virgil, as did the rest of the class. Virgil slowly reached up and removed the hood reluctantly. He was bright red as well. His eye darted back and forth, scanning his classmates before they reached Roman’s again.

He didn’t look long, he covered his face with his hands, as someone threw a small paper ball at him. The teacher called the room’s attention to the front again and class went on as normal. Roman tried not to look back but failed a few times. Virgil’s posture never changed.

The rest of class felt like an eternity and when the bell rung Roman just wanted to leave as soon as possible but he slowed his pace packing up his bag. Virgil was always the last one out of class and today was no exception. As the last few other students filed out, Virgil started to pack up his own bag.

Should I ask him now? He might hate me for what happened in class. Roman thought. He sighed before about to walk over to Virgil’s desk when he noticed it was empty. He looked to the door and saw Virgil walking out.

Shit. He quickly through all his stuff in his bag not caring about the mess and hurried after him but when he entered the hallway, the short emo was nowhere to be seen. Damn it, Roman mentally cursed before heading off to his next class. There’s still time.Tomorrow, I’ll ask him tomorrow.

The next day flew by and next thing Roman knew he was, once again, waiting for Virgil to exit the class. Except this time he caught him.

“H-hey Virge.” Roman breathed out as he followed Virgil out of the class. He cursed his stutter. Virgil froze and turned around, his eyes wide.

“H-hi Ro-roman.” He whispered. He didn’t look at Roman, he looked everywhere but. He bite his lip and Roman glanced down at it before looking back up up at his, even if they weren’t looking back.

“….uh..hey…s-sorry about yesterday.” Virgil glanced up at Roman through his bangs briefly. “…..uhhh…I-i wasn’t sta-staring at you. S-sorry if I um made you uncomfortable or-or anything.”

He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he was bright red again. Virgil gave him a small nod. He finally looked up at Roman for long then a second.

“…it-it’s fine. It-its wasn’t y-you. Just…..eve-everyone was looking.” He bit his lip once again. It wasn’t my fault….but I was staring first? Did that mean he was ok with me looking at him? Did he like me? Should I ask him now? He was speaking before he could stop himself.

“uh yea s-sorry about that…..hey um… I wanted to-to ask you something.” Roman chuckled nervously before clearing his throat. Virgil tilted his head ever so slightly. Roman took a deep breath. Well here goes nothing.

“um…I-I was wondering if you d-didn’t already have someone to..to go with um maybe we cou-Virgil! I’ve been looking everywhere for y-oh.”

Roman huffed out a breath as a boy came bouncing up to them. He had a wide smile on his face but it fell when he saw Roman. He looked between Virgil and Roman nervously.

“D-did I interrupt something?”

“Oh, no no I-it’s fine um Patrick right?”

“Patton, actually.”

“Right. Patton. Of course.”

Roman chuckled nervously. He knew about Virgil’s best,and seemingly only, friend but they had never met. At least he got the Pat part right. Virgil looked between them nervously.

“S-sorry Pat. I kinda…got…d-distracted.” He gave Patton a shy smile and slightly shrugged.

“w;-what’s up?” Virgil asks him. His wide smile returns and he slightly bounces in place.

“I got asked to prom!” He asks excitedly. Virgil’s face brightens just a bit.

“Really? W-who?”

“His name’s Logan. I want you to meet him.” Patton grabs Virgil sleeve and tugs him. Virgil looks to Roman, apologetically before allowing Patton to tug him. Roman watches the two disappear down the hall. Damn. Tomorrow’s my last chance.

Well luck really wasn’t on Roman’s side because Virgil wasn’t at school the next day. So Roman was here at his senior prom,dateless. Good thing he wasn’t alone. His drama friends Joan and Talyn had come together and they let Roman tag along with them. They said it was because that’s what friends do but Roman felt like they were just pitying him. They both knew how he felt about Virgil.

He wanted to say he was having a great time but he wasn’t. He was settled at a table alone. Joan and Talyn had left to go dance and he had refused their offer when they asked him to join them. He really didn’t feel like dancing. He sighed as he scanned the room. He hasn’t seen Virgil and that fact only made his sour mood worsen. Did he even come?

Roman’s attention was drawn towards his friends. Talyn waved at him from the dance floor and he shyly waved back. Joan waved him over but Roman shook his head. They both shrugged before Talyn dragged Joan. Roman’s eyes widen when he saw who was standing behind them, leaning up against the opposite wall.

Virgil was leaning back, foot up against the wall, with a drink in his hand. He seemed bored and he was alone. Go talk to him you idiot. Roman was up and crossing the dancefloor without thinking. He took in Virgil’s attire as he neared. Dark purple dress shirt and black dress pants that matched his tie, he still had his signature eyeshadow on. It was a formal version of his casual attire but Roman found him hotter. Roman smiled as he neared him. He could see now that Virgil had earphones in and was slowly head bopping to his own music at a different beat. Roman was quite close before he was noticed.

“Ro-Roman?” Virgil asked, straightening up and pulling out his headphones. Roman gave him an awkward wave and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“H-hey Virge. What are you doing over here all alone?” He asked, not mentioning he himself was alone only moments ago. Virgil shrugged and pointed in the dance floors direction. Roman turned and instantly noticed Patton and someone, who Roman assumed was his date Logan, only a few feet away.

“Not alone technically.” Virgil gave him a small smile. He wasn’t as shy as he was in class or the hallway. Maybe the loud overbearing music played a part in that. Roman nodded understanding. “I uh I wasn’t really gonna….come b-but Pat asked me too so…..you know. I kinda had too.”

“You weren’t going to come?” Virgil shook his head. Virgil said something but Roman couldn’t hear him over the music changing so he stepped closer. Maybe a little too close but Virgil hadn’t pushed him away. He simply blushed a bit and looked away.

“Didn’t really have a reason too. This might surprise you but….I don’t do well in social situations.” He looked up at Roman through his bangs

“Well you’re still here. Beside I’m sure your uh your date would’ve been disappointed if you hadn’t showed up.” Roman cleared his throat. He tried not to look disappointed but he’s not sure if he succeed. He’s sure he’s blushing too.

Virgil blushed even hard. His face was bright red and he averted his gaze from Roman, focusing on his shoes

“I-I don’t have a…” His sentence trailed off. Roman smiled quickly but let it fall.

“You didn’t ask anyone?” He asked only slightly concerned. Virgil giggled nervously

“I can barely talk to someone. You expect me to ask them to the biggest dance of the year? Besides…..no one would want to go with me anyway.” Roman was about to say he would go with Virgil when he spoke again. “W-where’s y-your date?

Roman rubbed the back of his neck. He wanted to tell Virgil how he felt and it was either now or never. He sighed.

“Well there is this guy I like and I was going to ask him but fate didn’t seem to be on my side so I’m here alone” Virgil looked up at him,his eyes full of worry and a bit of hope.

“What…what happened?” He bit his lip and began to nervously tig on the sleeves of his shirt. Roman glanced down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. He threw his arm up and leaned against the wall, he loomed over Virgil. Virgil was flush against the wall and seemed to shrink down, trying to make himself smaller.

“Well….I tried to catch him after class a few days ago but..he kinda walked away before I got to talk to him.” Virgil released his lip and listened intently to Roman. He slightly nodded as if telling him to continue.

“Then I caught him outside our class and I was going to ask him then but his friend kinda ruined the moment.” Roman heard Virgil’s breath hitched and he chuckled. He looked down and he was well aware that he was leaning closer to Virgil.

“I…..m-me?” He sounded breathless and Roman hummed in response. They were only inches apart and Roman wanted to close the distance between them but he allowed Virgil to make the next move incase he didn’t feel the same.

It seems like Roman didn’t need to worry because only moments later Virgil leaned up and close the space. Roman hummed in pleasure as he wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist, pulling him closer. Virgil’s lips parted in a soft gaso and Roman slipped his tongue in the others mouth.Their mouths moved in sync with one another.Virgil moaned into the kiss and tangled his fingers in Roman’s hair, pulling him closer. Roman pulled away for air but keep the distance between them short bu leaning down until their foreheads touched. They both were out if breath but smiling.Roman’s was  bright and wide while Virgil kept his shy and nervous like the giggle he let out. Roman chuckled.

“I uh I know this might be a little….redundant ,considering where we are, but um…will you go to prom with me?” Roman thought a moment. “And maybe…possibly…be my boyfriend?”

“Of course.” Virgil giggled again and nodded, biting his lip. Roman smiled widened,if possible, and leaned down to reconnect their lips. Fate was on his side today.

Archie Andrews - not exactly the jealous type

Originally posted by multifandomimagines-17

You looked around the canteen, searching for an empty table. There was an empty spot at the table of Archie Andrews and his friends. You looked around one more time, making sure it really was the only spot, and sat down, three chairs away from their little group. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them, it just sucked that even though you had a crush on Archie for the longest time, he hadn’t even as much as noticed you during the past years. You plugged in your earphones to listen to your favourite song, and grabbed the book you were currently reading. You were so caught up in the story, living between the characters, you hadn’t noticed the people around you leaving. When you finally looked up from your book to sneak a peek at Archie, you realised you were completely alone at the table. You checked your phone and cursed. The first bell had already ringed, and hurried to your next class.

A yawn escaped from your mouth as you walked into the music room at school. You often came here as early as you could, to be surrounded by the instruments, to soak in the presence of music, to enjoy the silence… but most importantly, to use your voice. To play the instruments, to make music, to break the silence. Nearly no one knew you loved to sing, because you never did it in the presence of others. You didn’t really have much friends, not because something was wrong with you or something, but because you’d never met the right person to actually maintain a friendship with.  You sat down behind the piano, and started singing, your fingers softly touching the keys as sweet sounds filled the room. When the door flew open, you jumped, immediately getting quiet and shoving away from the piano. In the doorway stood no one less than Archie Andrews. You swallowed as he stared at you with open mouth.

‘euhm, hey, I didn’t know anyone else would be here this early.’ You said, getting your backpack and walking towards the door, mumbling a quick ‘see ya’ as you passed him.  As soon as you were around the corner, you rubbed your forehead. Great, of course this should happen to me. You thought sceptical. You didn’t know how long you sat there with your back against the wall, but as soon as the halls started to fill up with students, you got up and walked to your locker.

The rest of the week you spent avoiding Archie, even though he’d probably forgotten about the little incident already. When you looked around the canteen on Monday, you found that once again the only spot was at Archie’s table. So you sat down, and went through your regular routine. Earphones in, book open, secluded from reality. Someone next to you coughed awkwardly, but you didn’t really pay attention to it, until the person coughed a second and third time. You paused your music and looked up, and your eyes met his beautiful brown ones. His hand reached up, and he nervously ran his fingers through his iconic red hair.

‘Hey, what are you listening to?’ he asked, pointing to your old-fashioned Discman. You wordlessly opened it, showing him the CD.

‘You like them?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

‘yeah, this is kind of my favourite band.’ You admitted.

‘no way! Mine too! I didn’t know anyone else listened to them.’ His eyes lit up in excitement. ‘Can I sit here?’ he asked, nodding towards the chair next to you.

‘Yeah, sure.’ You said, maintaining your cool, even though you had to struggle to keep yourself from blushing.

‘So, what’s your favourite song of them?’ he asked, flashing you a white teethed smile. You returned his smile, feeling as if your heart was going to explode with excitement.

You and Archie talked a lot the next few days. He’d pick you up from every class and walk you to your next, save a seat for you in the breaks and, at the end of every day, he would walk with you to your bike. So when he leaded you deeper into the school building after your last class on Friday, you were a bit confused. Until he opened the door to the music room. You breathed in deeply, almost smelling the music. A smile spread across your face as you sat down behind the piano. Archie followed and sat next to you, your knees touching. You looked up to him to see he was also smiling.

‘You know that I heard you sing and play the piano the other day, and I was just wondering, if, euhm, if you would maybe make some music with me.’ He looked down at his hands, as if this question was somehow very embarrassing (which it was, for you). You swallowed and looked at the keys of the piano, the snares of the guitar, the sticks of the drum kit… and finally, your eyes met Archie’s. He looked hopeful, almost pleading. You pretended to think about it, even though you knew it’d be impossible to say no anyways.

‘I don’t really sing in front of people…’ you said doubtful.

‘Oh come on, I’ve heard you sing before. Besides, you won’t be singing alone this time.’ He smiled encouraging.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and started to sing the first words of your favourite song.  For a few moments your song was the only source of sound, as Archie was too startled to even remember the lyrics. Then his voice filled the room as well, intertwining with yours, and before you knew it, you were singing in perfect unison, waving the words, creating music. The sound of you two together surprised you, as it sounded as though you were singing together all your lives. When you hit the last note and the room grew silence, you opened your eyes, looking up at Archie, finding his gaze was already focussed on you.

‘That sounded kinda good.’ You grinned.

‘that’s an understatement.’ A voice by the door said. Your eyes found the source of the sound without any trouble. Josie leaned against the door post, the other two pussycats behind her.  She moved her attention to you, raising an eyebrow.

‘I didn’t know you could sing.’ It sounded like a reproach.

You shrugged and looked at your hands, played with the beads on your bracelet.  

‘Don’t shrug like that. You are good, really. Like, performer-level good.’ She smiled sweetly.

You muttered a thank you, still not looking up.

‘Do you guys need to practice?’ Archie’s voice sounded a bit husky. When Josie nodded, he grabbed your elbow, pulling you up and together you walked outside the building. Archie’s eyes sparked when he looked at you.

‘We should totally do that more often!’ he said, excitement dripping through his voice.

You smiled. ‘Totally.’

You were sitting in the library, but you couldn’t focus on the book in front of you. When you heard the chair across from you being pulled back, you looked up, content with the distraction. However, when you saw it was Josie who was now sitting across from you, confusion dominated your expression.

‘Hey y/n, are you busy?’ she asked, glancing at the open book in front of you.

You shook your head, closing the book, and smiled. ‘Hey Josie, what’s up?’

‘Well, we’re kind of in a crisis, and I was hoping you could help me out.’ Everyone knew “we”  meant the pussycats, since they all talked in “we” instead of “I”.

‘Sure, what can I do for you?’

‘Well, as you may know, we have a performance next week, but our guest performer just cancelled.’

Ever since the show was announced, nearly everybody speculated about who the secret guest could be. The curiosity was the driving force of the performance, and if there’d be no unexpected guest, the visitor numbers would seriously shrink.

‘so, we were wondering, if you’d maybe sing a few songs on stage with us, you know, for the sake of the show.’

You swallowed, not knowing if you’d feel comfortable singing for a lot of people. But then you that about the feeling it’d give you, and you figured it wouldn’t really matter that much.

‘sure, that’d be fun.’

‘really?’

‘no need to sound so surprised.’

She returned your smile with a grin. ‘great, can you come with me right now? We have a lot to talk about.

It’d been three days since the performance. When you walked down the hall, everybody would smile at you, say hi to you. The people that never noticed you waved, called your name, started a conversation. It’d been three days since you’d last seen Archie.  When you walked down the hall, you would look around, hoping to see him, to talk to him. But the people that never noticed you walked in your way, calling your name, starting a conversation. When you saw a hint of red, you started to speed up, trying to catch him, but when you came closer, you saw it was just a guy with a red beanie. It wasn’t even close to the color of Archie’s hair. You sighed, your shoulders dropping, and you walked to your class.

That afternoon you finally caught a glimpse of Archie. The real Archie. You quickly walked up to him, grabbing his arm and pulling him in the empty music room. The door slammed shut behind you, and you looked at him, crossing your arms.

‘Do you care to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me lately?’ you said, raising an eyebrow. He looked down at his shoes, not answering. You could swear his cheeks turned slightly pink.

You swallowed when realisation struck you. ‘you aren’t jealous of the performance… are you?’

He jerked his head up, but still didn’t quite look you in the eye. ‘Of course not! I’m not exactly the jealous type.’  He smirked, but it didn’t look very convincing.

You sighed in relieve, and sat down behind the piano once again. And once again he sat next to you. ‘Then why are you mad at me?’

‘I’m not mad at you, it’s just… being around you is kinda hard.’ He looked at his hands, waving and on-waving his fingers together.

‘Why? What did I do?’ a hint of disappointment sounded through your voice. Sadness.

‘It’s not what you did, it’s what I feel. I like you, okay?’ He clenched his fists.

Your jaw dropped, and you quickly closed your mouth again. ‘I like you too.’ It sounded like a whisper.

He looked at you in disbelieve, and slowly brought up his hand, laying it on your cheek. Then he finally, finally, looked you in the eyes, while leaning forward. The corners of his mouth twitched a little. Then your lips met.

College Visit (Yoongi x Reader)

Genre: fluff, Yoongi x reader

Warnings: Some light mentions of smut, nothing too vulgar


“I swear to god, Min Yoongi!” You sighed in frustration as the sound of ringing filled your ear. You should’ve known he wouldn’t pick up his phone before one P.M during his vacation days.


What the hell? Yoongi thought to himself as the shrill of his ringtone woke him up. Today was his day off, so it most likely wasn’t Bighit, nor any of his hyungs considering they, too, were probably still asleep.

 Yoongi grunted before reaching his hand out and blindly feeling for his cellphone on the nightstand beside him. After finding it, he put it to his ear and regretted ever answering.

  Your voice was the first thing he was met with, and although normally he’d be thrilled over that, this time was different considering you were screaming “MIN YOONGI!” in his ear. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was you on the other end he probably would’ve hung up and went back to sleep.

 “Well, good morning to you too, Jagi.” He said sarcastically.

 “I need you to bring something over here, Yoongi.” You said, ignoring his little remark.

 “That’s ‘Yoongi oppa’ to you.” Yoongi replied and although he couldn’t see you, he knew that your eyes were probably all the way back in your head.

 He was right.

 “Okay Yoongi oppa,” you said with a very obvious hint of annoyance in your voice. “Will you please bring me my textbooks and notebooks that I left at the motel?”  

 You and Yoongi had stayed in a cheap motel last night after finding out that your roommate would be bringing over her boyfriend for the night, and you two most definitely did not want to see what they had planned to do for the night. You would’ve stayed at Yoongi’s dorm, but considering you two had also wanted some privacy, you two stayed at the nearest motel you could find. Your textbooks and notebooks were with you because Yoongi had promised to help you study for an exam you had later today, which ended up turning into, um, something else. Something that involved a lot of, well, touching.

 “Are you crazy? No way I’m getting up this early.” Yoongi said.

 You pinched the bridge of your nose before letting another sigh of frustration. How you dealt with your boyfriend’s stubbornness, you’d never know.

 “It’s eleven A.M! It’s not even that early!”

 “It is to me.” He snarked back. “I’m surprised you even managed to get up this morning yourself. Especially after last night.” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Has anyone asked you why you’re walking funny today?”

 You scoffed. “You wish you could do me that hard. I’m walking perfectly fine.”

 “Are you kidding me? You were saying something different last night.”

 You had to fight back the urge to hang up in his face, because frankly, you needed those books.

 “Okay, I have a proposition,” You started, “if you bring me my books, I’ll let you show me just how good you can make me feel. Tonight.”

 Yoongi raised his eyebrows at your proposition. Even though he knew that you were only challenging him, he still liked the sound of what you were saying.

“You really know how to make a man bend at your will, huh?” Yoongi said, and you smiled in satisfaction. “Be there in thirty minutes.”


After what Yoongi had said would be thirty minutes eventually ended up becoming an hour, he finally managed to find your college building and upon entering it, he swore that he would never enter a college ever again. Thank God for cyber universities.

 Yoongi took out his phone and texted you to come and pick up your books before placing his phone back in the pocket of his jeans-the ones he had worn yesterday- and stood there silently waiting for you to make your way over to him.

 Getting to Yoongi was more difficult than you had expected, considering the halls were filled with the hustle and bustle of students making their way to classes. But after finally making it down the crowded stairs and through the crowd of students, you couldn’t help but stand and stare at Yoongi, who was standing in front of the front doors. You were so used to seeing him as a giant considering your petite frame, but seeing him with your books, rocking back and forth on his feet, and looking around at all the people walking by, you couldn’t help but smile at how tiny he looked. Oh, how you wished he could attend university with you, but you knew how difficult it would be for him, being an idol and all.

 “Yoongi!” You called out his name, and you swore his head almost fell off at how fast he snapped his neck to look at you. You waved at him and he returned your wave with his signature gummy smile that you loved so much.

 He walked over to you and you walked to meet him halfway.

 “Thank you, baby.” You said, wrapping your arms around him to give him a hug in thanks.

 “You’re welcome, but don’t expect me to ever do something like this again, you brat”

 You laughed at Yoongi’s words. “Don’t worry, I won’t.”

“Oh,” he said after pulling away from your hug and leaning down to whisper in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “don’t think I forgot about our little deal. This time, you really won’t be able to walk right tomorrow.” 


A/N: So that was my first fanfic!! I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I decided to post a Yoongi oneshot in honor of it being Yoongi day, so happy birthday to Yoongi! Also, it might not be the best, but I am still trying to improve on my writing as much as I can.  Feedback is always welcome! (P.S I also do requests for those of you interested) 

The Siren

The Siren | Once, a long, long time ago, Phil had heard a story – a strange story, so fantastical he hadn’t known whether or not to laugh, eyes wide and terrified amidst it all, - about a mermaid, a siren, who supposedly stole away the sailors of the sea to the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again. | Phan | Teen and Up | Siren!Dan, Asexual!Phil | 3811 words

Happy birthday my dear Rachel, @phansdick​ <3 Sorry I suck at surprises and decided to spend all day teasing you about your birthday fic. I’m really, really glad I was able to pull this together for you, though, as I didn’t think I was going to make it, and low and behold, you ended up getting it early! I love you a lot, even if some times I really, really suck at showing it and disappear for days on end, and you’re the best friend anyone could ask for. You are truly one of a kind, perfect, amazing, and so incredibly strong. Thank you for always being there for me, and I hope that I can always be there for you as well. I sincrerely hope you enjoy this, because I think I legitimately took a turn with his most people probably won’t be expecting.

Based on that tumblr post asking for an asexual sailor to run into a siren.

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Dionysus has always been the patron god of gender non-conforming, nonbinary and trans kids. As early as he could recall worshippers have been praying to him about dysphoria and coming out.


When he came to Camp Half-Blood for his punishment he expected kids coming to him about gender stuff. The first kid to come to him was Drew Tanaka. The little girl asked him about if it was possible for girls to be born with boy parts. Apparently she looked up which Greek god would be able to help her.


Over the years there was many many kids. Even his twins. Pollux was genderfluid and Caster was bigender. The two of them had came out to him together and Dionysus was so proud of his twins. Will Solace asked him about ordering binders and hormone replacement therapy pills for the infirmary. Dionysus did advise him that the pills shouldn’t be taken by someone so young. Turns out they were for Lee Fletcher. Cecil Markowitz sometimes gave him offerings from his dinner. Lou Ellen Blackstone and Butch what’s his last name turned the big house into the colors of the genderfluid and nonbinary flags while Dionysus watch and didn’t tell Chiron who did it.

Now while he didn’t like Percy Jackson very much, and Percy Jackson didn’t seem to like him much, even wasn’t that surprised when Percy prayed to him. The boy was trans and was having dysphoria the day he prayed.


Now after Percy showed he wasn’t just a hot headed hero, Dionysus was fond of the kid and it was his job to protect trans kids, so he went to check up on him.


“Perry Johnson. Open up.” Dionysus knocked on the door of cabin three.


The annoying thirteen year old opened it and glared at the god. “I didn’t do anything to anyone.” He said.


“You prayed to whatever god that helps trans kids so here I am.”


“And that’s you? ‘Great. Just great.’” Percy rolled his eyes.


“Yes, Jackson. You don’t have a binder yet, do you?” Dionysus asked. He had prayed about why he had to grow breasts among other things.


“No… it’s not really your business.”


“There’s some in many sizes in the infirmary. Will Solace can help you find one. I will have Chiron add a note about a binder in your camp report card for your mother.” Dionysus said.


Percy Jackson blinked at him before walking past him, hopefully to the infirmary.

Surprise

Seth Rollins/OC: Seth is coming home for the first time in a few weeks after being on the road and you decide to surprise him with new lingerie. But when the door opens, Seth isn’t alone - he’s brought his friends home with him. He kicks them all out and then jealous, possessive smut. Requested by @screamersdontdance

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Home

Summary: Being an actress, it is obvious that some aspects of your life aren’t private. It is time for your relationship to come to light.
a.k.a.: F*ck the world, with Steve and Bucky you are home.
Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky; Natasha Romanoff x OFC (Mentioned)
Word Counting: 1100 words
Warnings: AU where the avengers exist as well as their movies. Y/C/N = Your Character’s name. Tension. Fluff. 



You bit your lip nervously for a moment, fighting the urge of attacking your nails; if you did so, your friend would probably slap you.

“You’re spoiling my makeup.” Josh sat by your side, forcing you to stop.

You had taken him with you, even thought the talk show had their own stylists. You wouldn’t trust your face, hair or nails in anyone else’s hands but Josh, your childhood best friend.

“Just post it.” He uncrossed his arms. “They already have the picture. It will be on TV in, what, ten minutes? Maybe less.”

“I can’t.” You rubbed your hands on your dress and gave him the phone. “Do it. I can’t post it.”

“Me?” He questioned, surprised. “Why does it have to be me?”

“Because you pushed me into this whole thing.” You hissed, looking at the door and standing up when a man announced it was your time to be at the stage.

“I hate you.”  Isaac groaned, following you and holding your phone in his hands, the app still open.

With his phone and using your official Facebook page he started a live stream, turning the camera to you.

“Say hello to everyone, Y/N.” He reminded you and you waved playfully.

You were on Ellen Degeneres’ show alone for the first time in your life, to promote your new movie. Also for the first time, you were the title character.

When Ellen announced you, you tried to maintain your confidence as you walked to meet her with an open smile. She introduced you to the camera and the audience, offering you a sat and quickly taking the subject to your role.

“So, let me set this straight.” She pointed at you. “You are finally having a solo movie.”

“Yep.” You confirmed.

For some years now you’ve been in Marvel in the Avengers’ franchise as Y/C/N, a now retired hero.

“How did you manage to get the solo movie?” She was surprised; “I mean… Hulk, Thor, Captain America, Iron Man… They are all man. Your movie will be the first female hero to have a solo movie.”

You laughed a bit. It was a surprise, indeed.

“Y/C/N has a beautiful story. We met a few years ago during the pre-production of the first Avengers movie and I was surprised with what I heard from her. So I started pressuring Marvel for a movie and even the Avengers themselves stood with me, so we finally got it.”

She smiled, seeing how happy you were. When Marvel decided to make movies with the Avengers, the heroes America grew up admiring from afar, you knew you wanted a place on it.

“Your character isn’t the first Queer character on Disney, but is the first one in a relationship, right?” She opened a larger smile.

For your whole movie’s pre-production, there was a large debate over whether of not Disney would portray your characters’ relationship. For years, Y/C/N and Natasha had dated and even got married just a few months ago, and media wasn’t easy on them.

“Yes.” You confirmed. “Which mean you will see me and Scarlett cuddling during the movie.”

“No kiss?” She sounded surprised and a bit disappointed.

“A single one but I’m not telling when it happens.” You joked.

Ellen nodded, agreeing, She knew how hard it was to have a main LGBT character in a main role and how things needed to be taken slow with a company as conservative as Disney.

“How is it for you?” She questioned. “Because it is a big step and you are basically the face of it.”

“Yes.” You nodded. “I’m bisexual just like the real life Y/C/N and this was something I wanted to be portrayed in the character, so I feel very honoured.”

You tensed when you noticed her listening to her earpiece and changing her posture for a moment, knowing what was coming.”

“Talking about relationships, there is something you share on social media today.” She pointed at the screen behind the two of you. . In it, you had your right hand wrapped with Bucky’s metal hand or his shoulder as Steve rested his head on your lap, and the three of you smiled openly.

Home’, it said under the picture.

“Those are Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, right?”

“Yes.” You confirmed nervously. “They are my boyfriends.”

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The Scholarship {Badboy! Ten}
  • Pairing: Ten X Reader
  • Genre: Fluff; Badboy! AU; Bulleted Scenario
  • Request: “hey!! i hope you’re having a good day ((: could you write a bad boy! or gangster! ten au? take your time, remember to drink water, sleep and eat. Thank you btw lol <3″
  • Word Count: 1293
  • Summary: You are given the chance to receive a scholarship, but only if you turn a bad boy, good.

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Yours and Mine (Quicksilver X Reader) (A/B/O)

Okay y’all first time writing in the Alpha/Beta/Omega universe so please excuse me if this doesn’t flow well! If you don’t know what this is you can google it or message me and I will try my best to explain it! I am 115% trash for A/B/O and I live for a/b/o fluff stories (smut is good too but I just love fluff).

Warnings: None, mention of a fight I guess, ABO if you think thats a warning

Summary: Peter was a good alpha. But got very jealous. And one day Alex got a little too close to you, Peter’s omega, and that did not end well.

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