i' m not crying i swear

Finding The One

I already know I’m gonna get so much hate for this but lol ya’ll is just a joke okay: but baekbama who? jikook who? I only know donchim and donkook; (pic edit is credit to my bb @mac-and-cheeseburgerqueen , she is also the inspiration for this lmao )

Jungkook shook his head. It couldn’t be true right? Not his Jimin hyung. The longer he stared at the title of the article, the less sense it made, “Park Jimin in an illicit affair with Donald Trump.”

It made sense for Trump hyungnim to want Jimin, who wouldn’t? The latter was the embodiment of beauty and perfection. But why would Jimin be in an affair with an orange buffoon?

Jungkook stomped his way over to Jimin’s hotel room in order to get some clarification.  He knocked on the door rapidly and waited for the other to answer.

Jimin opened the door with his usual warm smile, “Hey Kookie, what’s up?”

“What is the meaning of this hyung?” Jungkook demanded, showing him the tablet screen with the news article.

Jimin’s eyes opened in slight surprise, he took a pause before ushering Jungkook inside.

“Kookie, babe, I know we what we had was special but, Trump oppa is the one for me. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” Jimin said in an apologetic tone.

Jungkook felt tears rise to his eyes, “But what does he have that I don’t?” He said in an almost whiney voice.

“Well…” Jimin started with a dreamy look in his eyes, “Trump oppa has the most beautiful luscious hair, I don’t even care that it’s a wig, and even if most people call him a pig, his cock is quite big. His beautiful orange skin tastes like Cheetos, and that really gets all the hoes, all in all he just really glows. So what if he’s an asshole and goes through all the loopholes, he’s gotta a hella good payroll. Sure he acts like a kid, but he’s just channeling his inner id. But oppa is the one for me, my true soulmate.”

Jungkook sighed, “So I guess you’re into the bad assholes, that’s fair I guess, we don’t all have the same tastes.”

Jimin nodded, “I’m glad you understand,” he said while comforting Jungkook.

Suddenly there was another knock at the door and Jimin went to answer, as he opened the door, there stood Donald Trump in his orange flesh.

“Trump oppa!” Jimin cried out, giving Trump a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Jimin. We have something to talk about. Good, Jungkook is here.” Donald said.

Jimin and Jungkook turned to look at each other confused, what was going on?

“Jimin, I’m sorry, this won’t work out in between us. I saw a fancam of Jungkook and I am now in love with him, I am convinced that he is my daddy.” Trump said shocking the other two.

“I- Well- Uhm” Jungkook stuttered, not quite understanding the situation. Jimin, who was sat next to him, burst out into tears at his Trump oppa leaving him.

“I also have one more thing to confess,” Donald said, “I am not actually human, but actually a goldfish, that’s why I’m so stupid.” He stated before peeling out his outer layer revealing a neon orange fish.

Jimin and Jungkook stood flabbergasted at the now flopping goldfish which laid were Trump was previously standing.

Fuck this shit, I’m never coming back to America,’ thought Jungkook as he stared down at the fish.

anonymous asked:

If its not to troublesome to ask, are the pictures linked to the ask of how Avohkii looks okay to use for references; and does he have a specific style of clothes he likes when he actually wears them (Types of skirts, etc.)?

Oh gosh yes!
As for clothes, like I’ve mentioned before they’re pretty much constantly shirtless. The skirts they wear are really loose and come to their knees. Easy to move in. And they wear gladiator sandals. If it’s cold then they wear a cape per Asra’s insistence.
If anyone draws Avohkii I swear to God I’m gonna cry


hey I’m Conner (@sangria-la-la) and I should never look directly into a camera because every time I do I look like a crackhead
Pan (leaning heavily towards male-aligned folks tho), okay with polyamory but also exually okay with monogamy, cis man, heavily left-leaning politically, libra, yadda yadda.
I’m 16 and I live in Saskatchewan, Canada
My musical tastes are folk-punk (I wanna smooch sean bonnette), neo folk, baroque pop & thrashgrass
My hobbies include LARP, NERF modding, roleplaying, cooking, gaming, drawing, writing, photography, stargazing, leatherworking, casual anarchism, petting dogs, crying over how beautiful space is & turning phrases from everyday conversation into band names
I’m planning on travelling a lot. I’m a little scatterbrained & I get tired of places easily.
Anyways I’m gonna stop writing now before I make an essay about myself (I swear if I put as much effort into school as I do random personal dabbles & lore I’d be a straight-A student) if you like animals & space & boys then hey!! Maybe come check me out, ask me about my favourite animal as a conversation starter if you can’t think of one

Dylan Columbiners:

*crying at night*

“dylan protects me i swear”

Sue klebold is my M O M

*subtle columbiner things, onyx ring, red sox cap, triple cross earring*

grunge aesthetic

“I’m about to say it. I don’t care that you broke your elbow”

The majority of Columbiners

Ouija board

“for dylan”    *chugs something with 0.2 alcohol*   *rETCHES*

condoning is sin *flips hair* and i’m satan

Eric Columbiners:

cOmbAt BooTs

*flips off everything*

its not a phase mom


Punk aesthetic

Dave Cullen can Choke On Dylan Klebold’s Dick

either 16 or 37

Sideblog full of guns with captions like “aaaaaahhhh yeah mmhm”

*literally anything happens* fucker should be shot

The one kid that giggles weirdly in every class about Charles Darwin


♤ the tired mother of exo
♤ i swear
♤ he’s so motherly
♤ like i wouldn’t mind if you took care of me either
♤ hey exo y’all better appreciate your hardworking mom
♤ but i mean
♤ mom jokes
♤ dad jokes
♤ please stop that
♤ junmyeon stans like “i’m immune”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

♤ handsome piece of fUCK
♤ how is he
♤ i’m just
♤ can’t type properly
♤ like dude how do you
♤ oh but then the 
♤ i’m not sure if i’m crying and yelling stop bc of his handsomeness or
♤ his asdfjkl; stop doing that kim junmyeon
♤ you’re making every exo-l cry till our eyes fall out
♤ acting skills on point

Originally posted by visualjaehyun

♤ a fucking meme
♤ that will never get old
♤ but his jokes are way past old lol
♤ and i’m not sure if he himself knows that ????????
♤ probably doesn’t care tbh
♤ doesn’t matter bc he always leaves us shook
♤ breathing = junmeme
♤ blinking = junmeme
♤ if he ain’t doing either it’s those exo chats
♤ those will always leave me shook past my bedtime 

Originally posted by sebebikoparilanpapatya

♤ if you wanna embarrass someone ask junmyeon
♤ at this point he does it intentionally
♤ but holy fuck he cares about those boys
♤ like appreciate him okay
♤ appreciate him in his entirety
♤ because one day something will probably happen
♤ ex he stops being like that for 1 minute
♤ honestly though even y’all exo stans better appreciate

Originally posted by zpriinklez

♤ cute af
♤ adorable af
♤ just
♤ you understand
♤ like he’s gotten so cute to the point it’s embarrassing in a cute way
♤ it isn’t even embarrassing okay that’s how cute he is
♤ it’s all just the heart cringing inwards
♤ actually though don’t shit on junmyeon he’ll fuck y’all up

Originally posted by lawlliets

♤ stop being so underrated
♤ i mean don’t come at me and be like “OH HE’S NOT UNDERRATED”
♤ he just looks underrated okay it’s because all you junmyeon stans are like
♤ y’all are either quiet or some shit
♤ be like a ksoo stan and express your love through smut spamming my feed

Originally posted by suhomysuho

♤ his smile
♤ it probably has the cure to your sexual tension constant sadness
♤ literally 
♤ i’m not joking
♤ if the doctor told me i had three seconds to live i’d probably see that smile
♤ what am i a youtube comment ????? that physically hurt typing that ^
♤ forgive me
♤ but i meant every word of it hE’S A GUMMY BEAR

Originally posted by baekhyeonah

♤ have i mentioned his vocals
♤ lets mention his vocals
♤ they’re beautiful
♤ sounds like actual angels
♤ multiple angels
♤ see junmyeon is that amazing okay
♤ ap p re c i ate
♤ he’s so talented i swear

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn

♤ looks cute 28/7
♤ not even a lie okay
♤ you know it’s true
♤ i mentioned this already but it’s so true it deserves to be mentioned again
♤ okay i mentioned it again ap P RECI A TE
♤ has that face of a proud soccer mom
♤ a really abnormally pretty one actually
♤ 10/10 TALENT

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

♤ honestly just support him
♤ he’s an amazing beautiful handsome hot sexy leader
♤ also lol minsock’s face in that gif lol junmyeon has a talent okay
♤ don’t shit on junmyeon don’t shit on exo
♤ but yeah holy fuck that was fun he’s cute
♤ j un myeon is a bu nny !!11!
♤ true facts

new years day is enchanted’s in love older sister. ‘please don’t be in love with someone else’ turned into 'please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognise anywhere’ and 'this is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends’ turned into 'don’t read the last page’. I swear I’m not crying there’s just a speak now parallel in my eye.

Intertwined (Bucky x reader)

Summary: Bucky Barnes loves Y/N L/N with all his heart; their souls are intertwined, he’s sure of it. So, when he discovers her wedding pictures, his heart shatters and Y/N has no choice but to unveil her scarred past.

Warnings: untrue accusations of cheating (no actual cheating); minor character death; descriptions of grief; angst; kissing; swearing; crying; (this sounds really angsty but there’s a happy ending!)

I’ve had this idea for so long and I’m really happy with how it’s turned out! I hope you all enjoy it and any feedback would be hugely appreciated :)

Requests are open, as is the tag list - don’t be shy!

*Y/F/F = your favourite flowers
*Y/E/C = your eye colour

He couldn’t tear his gaze from her. 

Everything about her was entrancing to him; the curve of her lips, the slight glint in her eyes, the melody of her voice. He had spent so long just observing her, wishing he could muster the courage to introduce himself, to sit beside her and witness the soft ripples in her Y/E/C eyes up close. Instead, he simply hid himself in the most isolated corner of the coffee shop, eyes drawn to her like moths to a flame. She was late today, he noticed, but as she ordered her drink he could only be relieved as his earlier concern at her absence dissolved. 

The café had become quite the second home for Bucky; it was quaint, with a rustic interior that was nothing but welcoming. A fireplace stood proudly at the forefront of the room, casting hues of red and orange across the vintage carpet that covered the floor. When the rain pounded on the frosted windows, when arguments erupted on the road side, disruptive and violent, or even when the outside world just seemed a bit too scary, Bucky could walk through those doors and immediately become wrapped in the promise of fresh coffee and a warm seat. 

Bucky’s thoughts were interrupted when a gentle voice sounded from behind him, shy in a way that made it difficult to hear. He turned around, breath hitching when he realised it was her

“Hi… I, um, I usually sit just over there,” she pointed to the seat his eyes had learned to find almost immediately when he entered the shop, “but I-I was a bit late today and most of the seats are taken, I’ve seen you around a few times and I wondered if it would be ok if I… maybe… sit with you? It’s just you seem nice and- God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry, I’ll just-“

Bucky interrupted her, a soft smile curling his lips upward as he moved his mug further towards himself. “I don’t mind.” His voice was as timid as hers, yet she still heard him and smiled gratefully as she took the seat across from him.

“Thank you. My name’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Y/N…” Bucky whispered, still awestruck by the presence before him. “I- I’m James. Or Bucky. Whichever you prefer.” 

The pair lay together atop the lonely hill, basking in each other’s embrace as they gazed into the night sky. It was moments like this where Bucky felt a painfully deep connection with Y/N, as if their souls were intertwined much like the stars in the galaxy, and it took everything in him not to attach his lips to hers in a moment of love and lust that he’d been resisting ever since he first laid eyes on her. 

Weeks had passed since the first day the two had spoken; they had shared so much together since then that Bucky often found himself awake at night with his hands covering his face, unable to comprehend just how lucky he was to be the one who wrapped his arms around her to keep her warm as they lay beneath the stars.

Y/N untangled her fingers from Bucky’s delicate strands, stroking them down his neck as he lifted his head from her chest and looked into her eyes, sparkling in the moonlight. She didn’t look at him, instead sighing deeply and wrapping her free hand around his metal one.

“Bucky… there’s something I want to tell you but I, um, I don’t know how.”

The silence was broken by Y/N’s mumble, her voice laced with an insecurity that Bucky had quickly come to love.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. I promise.”

It wasn’t the lack of confidence carrying her words that worried Bucky, he was used to that by now. Instead, it was the nerves that radiated from her, waves of anxiety flooding the previously peaceful atmosphere that had consumed them both.

“Ever since I first spoke to you, and maybe even before then, I’ve… I’ve really liked you.” Y/N’s voice got smaller as she spoke, any confidence she had gathered quickly getting lost in the rush of words.

Bucky’s heart began to beat faster in his chest, thumping wildly. He sat up completely and hovered above her, eyes crinkling from the weight of his smile. “I… I like you too, Y/N- no, I love you.”

Y/N mirrored Bucky’s grin as he carefully shut his eyes and brought his lips closer to hers and finally, after so long, their lips met and Bucky couldn’t believe that kissing her was so much better than he had imagined it would be. 

From then on, Bucky was even happier than he thought was possible. He shared so much with her; his thoughts, his dreams, his fears, everything. He took her out to all the places her loved, both from his past and his later life, telling her stories from the 40s and thanking his lucky stars that he had her to share them with. He took her to meet Steve, who was more than pleased to meet the famed Y/N that Bucky would never shut up about, something that he didn’t fail to mention much to Bucky’s chagrin. 

Bucky Barnes was so in love, something he never thought he’d experience, and every time he looked at her he couldn’t escape the all-encompassing feeling of utter euphoria that drowned his heart and flooded his lungs – in the best way possible.

Bucky stood outside Y/N’s apartment, smoothing down his tie and rearranging the Y/F/F he’d bought for what seemed like the millionth time, trying to make sure they were perfect for her. He raised a shaking hand and rapped his knuckles across the wood, steadying his deep breaths. Of course, he’d taken her out on dates, but never anything this extravagant. They’d spent hours at the park together, lay in each other’s arms beneath the shade of the trees; they’d browsed every corner of the local record shop, picking out their favourite records and buying them for one another; they’d even shared the same bed at the tower as Bucky curled himself around Y/N and kissed the shell of her ear. But, he’d never taken her on an official date, and it had to be perfect. For her.

Y/N opened the door, eyes brightening the second they met Bucky’s. “H- hey Buck, come in- are they Y/F/F?”

Bucky grinned and nodded, placing the flowers in Y/N’s hands as he stepped inside.

“Oh Bucky, they’re so gorgeous, I… I love them. Thank you.” She didn’t look at him as she spoke, mesmerised by the array of colour leaking from each green stem and smiling widely. “I’m just gonna get a vase for these. I’ll be right back, ok?”

Bucky smiled and nodded, watching Y/N as she walked down the hall with a skip in her step. He took the opportunity to stroll further into the apartment, lips permanently curved upwards at just how Y/N it was. He wandered to the large table that stood beside the nearest wall, the faded antique wood blending beautifully with the surrounding décor. 

The table was decorated with an array of trinkets and photo frames; pictures of Y/N with her friends, her family, even a few with her dog that made Bucky smile even wider. 

The pictures at the centre of the table were what really caught Bucky’s eye. He stood before them, eyes scanning the frames as his heart dropped and his smile fell.


Oh please God, no.

The frames held a variety of pictures, each of Y/N with the same man. In some they were kissing, in others they were pecking one another’s cheek or simply staring into each other’s eyes with a gaze that mirrored the look Bucky would give her. One picture stood out from the rest, standing proudly at the forefront of the table. It was Y/N, draped in a lace wedding dress that made her look as beautiful as Bucky had imagined when he envisaged this day, their day, only it wasn’t; because he was stood behind her in a suit and tie and a look in his eyes that broke Bucky’s heart. 

She was married.

Bucky’s previously unwavering focus on the pictures was broken when Y/N walked back towards him, concern masking her features. His head snapped up towards her, trembling lips catching the salty tears that were climbing down his cheeks as he tried to say something, anything, in spite of his dry throat.

“Bucky? What’s the matter, are you ok?”

Y/N reached her hand out, retracting it when Bucky stepped back from her.

“You’re… You’re married?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as they flickered to the pictures on the table, a sigh escaping her lips at the realisation that Bucky had seem them. “Bucky, no, it’s not what it looks like I-“

Bucky cut her off with a pained laugh, swallowing harshly and shaking his head “It’s not what it looks like? Because it looks pretty damn clear to me, Y/N! What, was I just a toy to you? Something to distract you when you got bored of your husband?”

“No Buck that’s not-“

“I love you. I fucking love you and I told you that, and all this time you were just using me. Do you have any idea how that feels? You’re the whole goddamn world to me, Y/N. Do I even mean anything to you?”

“Of course you do! Bucky, you mean so much to me, please don’t do this. Please don’t leave. I can explain.”

A second of longing flashed behind Bucky’s eyes as he felt that familiar pull towards her, wanting nothing more than to pull her close just like he always did at times like this, when the world felt like it was crashing down.

“No. No. I have to. This isn’t fair. It’s not fucking fair, Y/N! I love you, but you have someone else who loves you too and I refuse to be the other guy. I can’t do that. You need to tell him what you’ve done, he doesn’t deserve this.”

With that, Bucky left the apartment, ignoring Y/N’s desperate shouts after him as he shut the elevator doors without letting her in, despite his mind screaming at him to turn back, to realise that he needs her no matter what the circumstances. But he couldn’t do that. It was too wrong, he’d done enough damage as it was.

The coffee shop didn’t feel quite the same since then. Nothing did. He supposed he still went every morning because it was the only sense of her that he could get. No matter what had happened, he still loved her. Every night since he’d found out she was married had been filled with endless screaming, breaking down in his room as he mourned the loss of the only true love he had ever known. The coffee shop allowed him to be closer to her, as much as he could be. She hadn’t returned to the place since that day, Bucky wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t want to see him anymore or if it was too painful for her. A small, sick part of him hoped it was the latter, that she felt for him what he did for her, that she was as broken as he was.

Bucky hadn’t even noticed someone sitting across from him, too absorbed in his thoughts. A small cough got his attention, sickness brewing in his stomach when he glanced up at the Y/E/C eyes he adored so much staring back at him.

“Bucky… please hear me out.”

Bucky said nothing, timidly directing his gaze to the mug in his hands but nodding slightly, will power escaping him.

“I want you to meet him.”

Bucky became much more alert at this, looking at her so quickly it hurt his neck.

“You.. you what?”

“I want you to meet my husband. I know that sounds strange and I know you won’t want to but I just… I need you to trust me, ok? I just want you to meet him and then I won’t ask any more of you, just- please do this.”

Bucky just stared at her, struggling to grasp an understanding of what was going on. After much consideration, however, Bucky sighed to himself as he realised that in spite of everything, he was still willing to follow her to the ends of the earth. So, he stood up and tried not to smirk at the way Y/N’s eyes lit up as she pulled him towards her car.

Y/N pulled up outside of a huge gate, a plaque that read ‘Manhattan Cemetery’ adorning the front. Bucky said nothing, although his chest tightened as he looked at Y/N, her features suddenly solemn. They pair left the car and ventured into the cemetery, navigating their way through the clusters of gravestones.

“He’s just further down here.” Y/N muttered, voice wavering slightly. Shortly after she halted, turning to Bucky and nodding toward the gravestone that stood before them. “Bucky, I- I’d like you to meet Dan. Dan, this is the guy I was telling you about.”

Bucky looked back and forth between Y/N and the stone, engraved with the words ‘here lies Daniel Wilson, a beloved son, brother and husband’. His heart broke as he watched Y/N choke back a sob as she read the words, hand covering her mouth as she cried to herself.

“You can go now, if you want. I just thought you should know.”

Bucky shook his head at this, barely able to keep his own tears from falling. He reached out for Y/N’s trembling hand, tugging at it slightly as he lowered himself to sit before the grave. She followed, leaning in to him and curling her free arm around her knees.

The two had been sat in that position for what could have been hours, although time always did seem to stand still when they were together. Y/N’s tears had since faded, leaving dried streaks in their wake. She took a deep breath, readjusting her head on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezing his hand.

“We met at college. I- I wasn’t the most confident kid, but neither was he. I guess that’s why we clicked. He had an old soul, he was kind; he used to bring me books from the library and read them to me until I fell asleep. He was smart too, when we left college he got offered a job at a University in Manhattan, so we moved and started a life together here. I thought… I thought we were gonna be so happy. We were, I suppose, just not for as long as we would’ve liked. It was only a few months after we moved that we found out he… he…” A sob ripped from her throat, painfully tearing at Bucky’s heart. He wanted to console her so badly, to tell her everything was going to be ok, but he knew he couldn’t take her grievance from her. He could only listen. “He had cancer. Hell, the doc only gave him a few months left. It hurt so much at first, we spent every night crying and wishing things were different. But they weren’t, we accepted that, and we decided to make the most of whatever time we had left. We travelled, we married, we lived. It was amazing, the best months of my life, but it all came crashing down far too soon and before I knew it he wasn’t next to me anymore.” Y/N took a deep breath, desperate to control her tears as she looked at Bucky with a pained smile.

“When he died, he made me promise that I wouldn’t close myself away. He made me promise that I’d find someone again, someone who made me smile, because ‘someone needs to do it when he’s not there,’” she smiled to herself as she recalled what her husband had said.

“I don’t think I can ever forget him. I don’t want to. But when I met you, I thought that just maybe I’d found someone; someone who made me smile, who made my heart beat faster, who made me happy again.”

Both their faces were stained with tears, although neither of them seemed to care. Bucky lifted a hand to Y/N’s cheek, gliding his knuckled across the skin and brushing his thumb beneath her welling eyes. He smiled at her, a strong smile that resisted the sadness brewing within him at the sound of her voice and the pain it leaked.

“I love you, Y/N L/N. You are truly the kindest, most beautiful soul I’ve ever met, and I think that Daniel was right. You deserve so much, my love, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you smile.”

Bucky never let Y/N forget Daniel. He didn’t ask her to throw away the pictures, he watched with nothing less than a look of adoration as she recalled memories of her past love, and he spent his sleepless nights praying that he was good enough for her, that he lived up to everything Daniel had been for her.

And Y/N? Well, she hadn’t been this happy in a long time. She had found love again; it was strong and passionate and full, and it was one of the greatest things she had ever experienced. Bucky was so supportive of her, always encouraging her to remember her past rather than run from it, as she did him.

The two found new life in one another, their souls intertwined and their hearts inseparable. Y/N knew that Daniel would be so happy, so proud that she was able to stay afloat, a thought that brought tears to her eyes as she stared into the night sky, knowing that he was up there somewhere. It was in those moments, that Bucky would wrap his arms around her waist and hug himself closer to her, a reminder that what she lost had planted the seeds for something wonderful to grow.

And now, there were two pictures that stood proudly before the others, side by side. One, of Y/N and her first love as they married, two innocent souls so wrapped up in love and so defied by fate. The other of Y/N and Bucky, also on their wedding day; dead roots brought back to life by a shared love and light that reflected in the hues of their eyes until the day they died.




I’m actually crying.

anonymous asked:

RFA + Saeran hcs on taking care of their and MC's child/ren?



  • y’all daughter was pretty quiet
  • He panics whenever he leaves the room for one second because she doesn’t make a sound
  • prays that you come back home so you can watch her
  • Freaks out when she starts crying
  • Calls you to ask what he should do
  • “She either needs to be changed, hungry or tired. If that doesn’t work just talk to her.”
  • The baby wanted attention from her father
  • you didn’t think your husband could get any more cute
  • but when you came home and saw him and your bundle of joy sleeping together on the ground. You thought otherwise.
  • many pictures were taken


  • selfies
  • you swear your daughter is going to love her reflection like her father
  • “Zen I love you and our daughter but stop sending m selfies every two seconds.”
  • He’s pretty good with a child honestly
  • almost like when she starts crying he automatically knows what she wants
  • he tries to practice with her but he ends up cooing at her when she tries to sing to him
  • “I know zen I’ve heard.”
  • He puts sunglasses and a big hat on her head when he has to go somewhere with him, she’s a celebrity too!


  • you both adopted twins! thank god they aren’t identical
  • Jaehee has everything down to the point when she takes care of them
  • tries to keep them on a good schedule 
  • Jaehee please they are 1 year olds..
  • Best mother. Talk shit about her kids you get hit into the next century.
  • Very loving. When alone she will baby talk to them, and ask them questions about simple things.
  • Likes to keep you updated on things that the babies do
  • “Mc our kids are trying to form words!”
  • fangirls over how cute they are


  • His pride and joy
  • he has no clue how to take care of his son
  • he actually calls you every few minutes to figure out what to do.
  • but he actually tries to do something before calling
  • “Mc I tried to calm him down with Elizabeth 3rd and a bottle but he won’t stop crying.”
  • “Maybe he wants to play with you! Take some of his toys and play with him in the living room. He likes the blocks the most.”
  • He tries to take pictures but we all know that he can’t
  • well, until he took one single perfect picture of his son sleeping with Elizabeth 3rd curled up at his head
  • He CRIED
  • that photo is copied and framed 


  • When he found out you was having twin girls he flipped
  • yes the seven having twins thing is overdone but I can see a twin having twins is pretty possible 
  • He makes them their own one of a kind toys that doesn’t fucking spit fire
  • He actually tries to teach them how to hack
  • it ends up with the girls bashing the keyboard while seven cries
  • He makes an effort to take care of them better than his bitch ass mother
  • Fun dad
  • He pokes their noses and watched them stick their tongue out at him
  • Those girls are a family meme

V(Not requested but I wanna add hiM)

  • He got the fucking surgery so he can see his son
  • He cried alot
  • “Jihyun are you ok? Do you want me to take him?”
  • “Mc i’m so happy that we have a handsome baby boy. I’m so happy that I can see our boy grow up and make us proud.”
  • Takes many pictures when left alone with him
  • He’s kinda a pushover kind of dad
  • He let’s the boy get away with stuff
  • so natural with this boy???
  • You can’t believe it????


  • He stares at his daughter a lot
  • that “Your going to be just like HER.” thing lingers in his mind a lot
  • very surprised that he now has a little person to take care of
  • touches her to see if he’s dreaming
  • he relies on you alot to help him since….you know
  • He’s good with protecting her from Saeyoung
  • You can see that he’s going to do the same thing when she gets old enough to date
  • Saeran likes to take hourly naps with her. He puts her next to him (on her back cause he learned that it’s not a good thing to let an infant lay on their stomach for long) and he lays next to her and falls into a peaceful sleep
  • you think it’s adorable while he’ll never admit to it

The Losers as shit I’ve said to my friends:

Richie: Are you sure you’re not attracted to pianos? Even like a really sexy piano?

Stan: Me? Swearing? Stop slandering me. I’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life.

Eddie: Teen drinking isN’T A FUCKING JOKE YOU GUYS.

Mike: Woah you tryna fight? *puts hands up to play rock paper scissors*

Ben: If an authority figure yelled at me I’d probably cry but I’ll never know because I’m an angel.

Beverly: Literally everyone watches Pretty in Pink four times a day. It’s perfectly normal and if you tease me about it one more time I’m calling the actual police.

Bill: I didn’t ask to be team mom, but you guys were really shitting yourselves out there and somebody had to come help you, so here I am.

anonymous asked:

I'm bored and I have some free time sooooooo, do you have any TodoDeku fic recs??

I have a recommended tododeku fic list here!

A few others that are like REALLY FUCKING GOOD are:

A Home In You by rockthebeat, it’s like a studio ghibli AU and I LOVE IT!!

Love is Fleeting by myshipsdontsail is another good one! It’s pretty short but it’s both fluffy and feelsy, it ends happy though! Also Uraraka punches Shouto in the face.

Phantom Pains by becckai! It’s a really good one about Shouto’s and Izuku’s scars and it’s a biut angsty but f l u f f

Don’t Care if the World Knows by aknightley is some A++++ Good Shit Fam ™

Count Your Blessings, Not Your Flaws by pitviperofdoom is r e a l l y good man hhhHHHH ANYTHING BY PITVIPEROFDOOM IS PHENOMENAL

Sore Must Be The Storm by Pouler (poulerslashes) I SWEAR IT’S NOT AS ANGSTY AS IT STARTS OUT OK 

Go Where You Need To; Know I Won’t Leave You by MikeWritesThings! It’s not completed yet but I’M IN LOVE W THIS AU OK


Your Arms Around Me by senja is a VERY FLUFFY FIC I LOVE IT AAAAFSZFD

And that’s about it for now! I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I do!! :D