i'm sorry i never asked to have feelings about this movie

Send me numbers..

Wait, these are actually hella cute questions.”


1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

4. Are you easy to get along with?

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

15. What good thing happened this summer?

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

19. Do you like bubble baths?

20. Do you like your neighbors?

21. What are you bad habits?

22. Where would you like to travel?

23. Do you have trust issues?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

26. What do you do when you wake up?

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

30. Do you ever want to get married?

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

33. Spell your name with your chin.

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

40. What do you want to do after high school?

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

43. Do you smile at strangers?

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

46. What are you paranoid about?

47. Have you ever been high?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

53. Favourite makeup brand?

54. Favourite store?

55. Favourite blog?

56. Favourite colour?

57. Favourite food?

58. Last thing you ate?

59. First thing you ate this morning?

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

62. Been arrested? For what?

63. Ever been in love?

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

65. Are you hungry right now?

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

67. Facebook or Twitter?

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

69. Are you watching tv right now?

70. Names of your bestfriends?

71. Craving something? What?

72. What colour are your towels?

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

75. Favourite animal?

76. What colour is your underwear?

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

80. What colour pants?

81. Favourite tv show?

82. Favourite movie?

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

87. First person you talked to today?

88. Last person you talked to today?

89. Name a person you hate?

90. Name a person you love?

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

92. In a fight with someone?

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

95. Last movie you watched?

96. Favourite actress?

97. Favourite actor?

98. Do you tan a lot?

99. Have any pets?

100. How are you feeling?

101. Do you type fast?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

103. Can you spell well?

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

108. What should you be doing?

109. Is something irritating you right now?

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

111. Do you have trust issues?

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

113. What was your childhood nickname?

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

115. Do you play the Wii?

116. Are you listening to music right now?

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

118. Do you like Chinese food?

119. Favourite book?

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

121. Are you mean?

122. Is cheating ever okay?

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

125. Do you believe in true love?

126. Are you currently bored?

127. What makes you happy?

128. Would you change your name?

129. What your zodiac sign?

130. Do you like subway?

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

134. Can you count to one million?

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

137. How tall are you?

138. Curly or Straight hair?

139. Brunette or Blonde?

140. Summer or Winter?

141. Night or Day?

142. Favourite month?

143. Are you a vegetarian?

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

145. Tea or Coffee?

146. Was today a good day?

147. Mars or Snickers?

148. What’s your favourite quote?

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

101 fluffy prompts
  • FALLING IN LOVE
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • LIVING TOGETHER
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 044: "IF YOU USE UP ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM GOING TO BAN YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • WEDDINGS/PROPOSALS
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • MARRIED LIFE
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • PREGNANCY
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 082: "OH MY GOD I’M GOING INTO LABOR. WHAT DO WE DO NOW?!
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • PARENTING
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."

i say “i’m seeing a therapist” and he takes a step backwards. why he wants to know. what happened. what made me like this, basically. what was the final step that pushed me safely into the side of scary people like them.

there’s a lot i think about. like how my illnesses effect me outside of the actual symptoms. like beyond the weight there’s a second river to drown in.

i mean we don’t talk about having to stare at employment papers where they ask you to self-identify your problems. that little bead of sweat that forms when you worry - what if i don’t tell them and i need help? what if i tell them and they think i’m a risk factor? what if they won’t give me the job?

we don’t talk about the way some people act when they find out. the ones who are rude about it are one thing. but then there’s those people you thought were your friends who act like you just told them you’re infectious. who become weird and distant and suspicious like a switch flipped. like if they get to close to you, you’ll give it to them.

we learn to be okay with things we overhear on the bus but we never get used to it coming out of the mouth of the people we love. we carry this secret with us like a rotted fruit, clutching it to our bodies. we’re ashamed of our scars in front of our boss. we don’t talk about our panic attacks during lunch breaks. when the cop pulls you over “i’m disassociating” isn’t an excuse we can open the page on. when you watch people make these ranting posts about how real friends always text back, how if someone loves you, they’ll find the time to spend. success stories make other people cry with inspiration while some part of your brain is saying you can’t do that, you’re not like them. things are uglier at the bottom. you can’t explain why you can’t just make friends. you can’t write because you’re depressed but when you’re depressed you write best. you can’t eat today and no don’t ask why please. nevermind taking the train. never mind trying to be happy. never mind reading books and watching movies and wondering where exactly are people like you in hero stories. i watch a video where a man tells me that being depressed is just a mindset. when i wear all black someone remarks i look particularly emo today. it’s 2017 does anyone say emo anymore, i ask her, and she laughs, “you just look like one of those fake-depressed girls.” okay.  

i don’t tell him my therapist is actually why things don’t happen anymore. why i’m getting a handle on it. my tongue feels swollen. i feel embarrassed talking about it. in the highest twist of irony, i think of how many people know my problems anonymously on the internet. i almost spill out all my troubles onto him. instead i tell him it’s just a precaution. that i think everyone should really see a therapist, they’re brain mechanics and we all need a tune-up now and then. he relaxes.

okay. okay. i’m sorry i’m one of them.

What your favorite Beatles album says about you
  • Please Please Me: you're cool and care about your hairdo, but you've got a softer side. you giggle when boys look at you from across the room.
  • With the Beatles: you really like the Beatles, but for some reason you don't wanna hear them do their own songs. but you really, really like the Beatles.
  • A Hard Day's Night: nobody really knows the real you. they think you're a suave, energetic socialite. deep down, you're a farm hand with a piece of wheat sticking out of your mouth, trying not to cry. you can cry if you want. it's okay to cry.
  • Beatles for Sale: you think your friends all secretly hate you, and you think strangers all secretly love you. also, George is your favorite Beatle and you like hearing Paul scream.
  • Help!: you really like ironic humor and feeling sorry for yourself, and you think people would be happier without you in the picture. you need to understand people care about you, and you should learn to like yourself. but proposing to a girl in a jumping 12 bar is wrong. don't do that.
  • Rubber Soul: when people ask you what kind of music you listen to, you say you like all different kinds.
  • Revolver: crawling into bed, you're half asleep before you remember to set your alarm. you do it with one eye open.
  • Sgt. Pepper: people say you're really together, but you know you're not. you wonder why people think you're seamless. you have so many seams. it seems they don't see your seams.
  • Magical Mystery Tour: your parents fought a lot in front of you. i'm sorry.
  • The White Album: you're greedy and like the blues.
  • Yellow Submarine: this album says a lot more about you than i have room to type about sorry you can pm me
  • Abbey Road: you won't stop trying until you're sitting at the top in a gold encrusted throne made of the skulls of your enemies and the good wishes of your friends. you don't know how to rap.
  • Let It Be: you think you have an intimate relationship with somewhere between 1 and 4 of the Beatles in a way they'll never understand. you watch a movie again if it makes you cry.
ASK ME ANYTHING: TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS EDITION
  • Tim McGraw: The name of my first summer love.
  • Picture To Burn: Someone who's picture I'd like to burn
  • Teardrops On My Guitar: The last time I cried during a song
  • A Place In This World: The Place I'd like to live the most
  • Cold As You: The worst rejection I've ever gotten.
  • The Outside: When did I feel most alone?
  • Tied Together With A Smile: Who is the strongest person I know?
  • Stay Beautiful: Who is the most beautiful person I know?
  • Mary's Song (Oh My My My): The name of my first crush
  • Our Song: A song that means a lot to me.
  • I'm Only Me When I'm With You: A person I can be myself with
  • Invisible: An awkward confession.
  • A Perfectly Good Heart: I'll tell you something sweet about your blog.
  • Fearless: My biggest fear.
  • Fifteen: A memory from when I was fifteen
  • Love Story: A story about something romantic that happened to me.
  • Hey Stephen: The name of my crush
  • White Horse: Have I ever been in love with someone who was taken?
  • You Belong With Me: Which celebrity shoyld see, they belong with me?
  • Breathe: Something I can't breathe without
  • Tell Me Why: A question of mine that has yet to be answered.
  • You're Not Sorry: Something I'm sorry for?
  • Forever & Always: What do I wish to have forever and always?
  • The Best Day: What was the best day so far?
  • Change: What do I want to change about myself?
  • Jump Then Fall: Who's laugh is the best sound I have ever heard?
  • Untouchable: My biggest dream
  • Come In With The Rain: My favourite kind of weather.
  • Superstar: My celebritycrush
  • The Other Side Of The Door: The last person I fought with
  • Mine: The best thing that's ever been mine
  • Sparks Fly: Who captivates my like a fireworkshow?
  • Back To December: If I could go back in time, where would I go?
  • Speak Now: *Insert any question here*
  • Dear John: Something I wanna say to my exboyfriend/girlfriend/crush
  • Mean: The meanest thing someone has ever said to me.
  • The Story Of Us: Tell a story about someone you know
  • Never Grow Up: A memory about growing up
  • Enchanted: Someone who enchants me.
  • Better Than Revenge: Someone you want to teach a lesson
  • Innocent: How easily do I forgive?
  • Haunted: A memory that haunts me.
  • Last kiss: The last person I kissed/wanted to kiss.
  • Long Live: Who will I remember forever?
  • Ours: Who has a pretty little mind?
  • If This Was A Movie: If my life was a movie, who would play me?
  • Superman; If I had any superpower, what would it be?
  • State Of Grace: Who is my achilles' heel?
  • Red: Someone I just can't forget.
  • Treacherous: The most dangerous thing I have ever done
  • I Knew You Were Trouble: The last time I got in trouble
  • All Too Well: Something someone said, I remember all too well
  • 22: My best birthday ever.
  • I almost do: How often do I doubt myself?
  • We Are Never Ever Getting Together: A couple you wish would get back together
  • Stay Stay Stay: Someone you can depend on
  • The Last Time: The Last Time I....*insert something here*
  • Holy Ground: I don't wanna dance, if I'm not dancing with....
  • Sad Beautiful Tragic: Something that makes me sad
  • The Lucky One: My biggest dream
  • Everything Has Changed: Something that has changed about me
  • Starlight: The most marvelous tune
  • Begin Again: What would I do again and again?
  • The Moment I Knew: The moment I knew...*insert something here*
  • Come Back...Be Here: Someone I miss
  • Girl at Home: Have I ever cheated on someone?
Highlights from Talks Machina (Episode 105)

Again, covering for @eponymous-rose​ while she continues her international vacation! Sorry for missing last week–things got crazy! Tonight’s guests: Darin de Paul, Taliesin sporting a lovely scarlet mohawk, and Travis. Brian starts a story that ends with him forging several signatures, and off we go.

  • The new campaign guide comes out soon! Taliesin is now worried about messing up the history of a character he invented.
  • Darin loves D&D as a long-form improv exercise and is happy he was able to get moments with each of the cast members.
  • Right after college, Darin was an apprentice at the Burt Reynolds Theater in Florida (a year-long program for theater students). One of his co-apprentices was Matt’s mom, and Matt’s grandmother was the director’s assistant. Matt’s father was part of the writing room. During the run of Darin’s last show (Fiddler), a clarinet player said they were going to play D&D and invited Darin. Matt’s mother was also in the group; they were all new to the game, so they rolled on a table for names and played four sessions. Last year, Darin was hired by Blizzard to do various voices, which is where he and Matt became friends. Later, Matt realized his mom had a picture of herself with Darin de Paul, and discussion of that picture led to the conversation of their D&D game. It’s been 37 years since Sprigg’s original campaign.
  • Matt was worried about fitting Sprigg in until Darin mentioned he was a hermit. The hobgoblin TPK was canon! Sprigg, a chaotic evil illusionist thief, was the only one to survive; the last moment of that campaign had him fleeing on a cart with wolves chasing him, abandoning the rest of the party to their deaths. Travis and Taliesin ask if he really was chaotic evil; “Why do you think he was so interested in redemption, dear boy?”
  • The first episode Darin saw was the Trials of the Take episode when the carpet was destroyed. He’s wanted to be on the show ever since.
  • Symmetra’s voice actor, Anjali Bhimani, also plays D&D. My heart skips a few beats.
  • Vex and Percy eloped over the year break. Laura and Taliesin kept it secret out of pique at first (Taliesin doesn’t remember why they were piqued). He’s not surprised the others are annoyed.
  • Grog was extremely impressed by Sarenrae and hasn’t thought much about Kord giving him any boons.
  • Darin has been a fan of the show and watching for some time. Taliesin says he is the most prepared guest they’ve ever had.
  • Very few people were present at Vex & Percy’s wedding. They did not intend to ever bring it up on their own.
  • The plane of books is the worst possible plane for Grog. Only the plane of shopping would be worse.
  • As soon as Darin walked into the studio last Thursday, Travis immediately asked him if he was a god. Travis still thinks he might be.
  • Percy would rather have a thousand years with Vex than a thousand years with Ioun’s library.
  • Travis wants a “positive, upbeat resolution to all the drama that is a-hanging in the air.” Me too. Travis does not read the Player’s Handbook to help keep Grog dumb, so he never knows what’s going on.
  • Travis loves how prepared Darin was. He offered the Deck because he thought Darin was looking for something specific after Sprigg deflected the weaker offerings.
  • Darin loved the emotion in the room during the plane shift and the strong moment with Marisha in particular. He also likes the movie Gargoyles.
  • The hardest thing about playing Sprigg after so long was finding him again. Brian gets very sentimental about the long journey that brought Sprigg back to life, including Darin becoming friends and colleagues with Matt so many years later.
  • Darin will be back on the next episode and is visibly excited about it.
  • Darin used to read tons of D&D books (mentions Drizzt by name) and used to paint minis as a hobby. He still has some of the figures and wants to donate them to the show.
  • Darin’s wife was part of Taliesin’s parents’ circle, so he’s known her for a long time. Taliesin and Darin exchange memories of meeting Roddy McDowall, and Darin says part of Sprigg’s concept of memories being the most important came from a conversation he had with Roddy while Roddy was dying of cancer.
  • Percy’s current distrusting attitude towards the gods came directly from his interaction with the Raven Queen. However, he didn’t know there was a god of knowledge and has been “chewing on it a lot, and what it means to have faith in knowledge.” He sees the library as a testament to faith in humanity and the good works of life and how important memory is and is blown away by it. “Books have always been about finding meaning and this whole library thing has changed him.” Taliesin expected Percy to be much more resistant to Ioun and was surprised at how quickly the books sold him.
  • Darin felt as the scenes progressed that his role was to “illuminate” CR as to where they were and what they could be. Taliesin and Percy both wondered if he was Scanlan from the future. Darin had the choice of being Scanlan’s dad, but declined.
  • Percy picked Vesper because her namesake was the last person he’d talked to in real life.
  • The only place Travis can think of worse for Grog is if the books were replaced with clothing & a For Sale sign. “Grog has a beatnik poet inside him waiting to get out.”
  • Darin’s advice to Keyleth was total improv. He almost cried when she touched his hand. He loves funny characters that can become sad and/or touching.
  • Marisha has no idea how to get Keyleth out of her emotional nosedive. Watching Marisha break character from Keyleth at the end of an episode is one of Taliesin’s favorite things because they’re such different people.
  • Percy would seek out the lifebooks for all his family & ancestry because he’s fascinated with legacy, and Whitestone is full of ghost stories. He had lots of stories he’d planned to give as part of the gnomes’ tour, and tells one about a woman forced into a marriage who slowly poisoned her husband over a number of years.
  • Sprigg feels he is what Scanlan might become. He did not expect to survive the episode.
  • If they were really in Ioun’s halls, Travis would love to see the books of his family and of JFK. Darin would like to see his father’s book. Darin also likes wearing suits, which is why he wears suits. He only wears t-shirts at the gym. (At one point Darin’s family also owned 20 horses???). He wishes his parents could see him now because they were so supportive when he was growing up.

Honor! Justice! After Dark, After Dark, After Dark!

  • If the challenge for Ioun involves any physical activity, Grog will fight Percy for it.
  • Bucket lists: Travis wants to swim with a great white shark. (Darin’s biggest fear is great white sharks.) Taliesin wants to travel to India. Darin wants to learn to tap dance, and casually drops that he used to dance with Cirque du Soleil.
  • Darin’s favorite color is black. His favorite season is winter.
  • There’s a video somewhere of Darin de Paul and Steve Blum pretending to be zombies and running towards the camera.
  • Travis and Darin do Reinhardt “impressions” by talking in high-pitched baby voices. Taliesin does a pretty decent actual impression! Darin likes that there’s heroes for every playstyle.
  • Darin hasn’t told Matt’s parents he brought back Sprigg. He also used to have a crush on Matt’s mom.
  • If Darin could pick any character from VM to play, he would play Scanlan. Brian teases the entire world by saying he would play “the character Pike’s in love with.”
  • Darin’s twitter flooded after last Thursday and he wishes he could respond to all of the kind messages.
  • Darin once shared floss with Gilbert Gottfried as part of an old bit.
  • Darin feels his whole history has led to this moment last Thursday where he had the chance to create a story with people he loved.
  • Laura read the Game of Thrones books as they came out, well before the show started. Brian just found the copy of the first book she lent him in 2010, which he still hasn’t read.
  • If Sprigg could fight any D&D monster, it would be a hobgoblin.

anonymous asked:

PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

Let me tell you what it’s been like being asexual.

-

When you’re twelve or so, and in a classroom full of tittering preteens, you finally get an explanation of what this ‘sex’ stuff actually is.  At last, the elusive knowledge of where babies come from!  But that’s also when you start to think about your sexual future.  Will you do this sex stuff one day?  It sounded like you wouldn’t have a choice—it was presented as something that everyone does.

Since your classroom happens to be in a building attached to a Church, you only learn about heterosexual sex that day, and the only real teaching apart from what it is is that you aren’t supposed to do it until you’re married.

Okay, you think, because you are twelve, and you ardently do not care.

-

When you’re thirteen or so, and at a sleepover, a girl tells a joke.  “What do you call a girl who doesn’t masturbate?”

“I don’t know.”

“A liar.”

And the people around you laugh, but you don’t, because now you wonder what it is that you missed.  You didn’t get the joke.

-

When you’re fourteen or so, and among friends, a boy talks about what he did in the restroom with a girl.  You listen because you’re a little curious.  But others are awed.

You disapprove, because you’re in eighth grade for crying out loud, why would you do something so stupidly risky?  Was it really so fun to be worth it?

You tell yourself that they’re just stupid, but then you wonder why your friends seem so fascinated by this boy’s vaguely uncomfortable descriptions.

-

When you’re fifteen or so, you start high school, and the social signs are telling you the time has arrived to join the dating scene.  You’ve got better things to do, but when a boy surprises you with a clumsy but well-intended text asking you out, you give it consideration.  You don’t really know this kid, but you’re curious about dating and don’t want to be that forever alone person.  You accept.

You don’t hate dating, but it doesn’t really do much for you.  After a little while, you’ve more or less forgotten that there’s someone you call your boyfriend.  When someone makes a passing remark about your presumed sexual relations, you are shocked by the wave of revulsion that smacks into you at the very suggestion.  Never in a million years, you think vehemently, and then you marvel at how you managed to ‘date’ the same person for four months without the thought of sex with them ever crossing your mind.

He tries to kiss you.  You don’t want to.  You know this isn’t going to work out.  You break it off.

You feel relieved and liberated.

-

When you’re sixteen or so, you’re happily single.  You love your friends dearly, your best friend most of all.  You love her far more than you ever…well, you never really loved your ex.  You wonder if you might be gay for her, but you don’t want to kiss her or anything, just squish her in a big hug on a daily basis to let her know you love her and put a smile on her face.

You have a fleeting crush on a boy.  You get over it, thankful it never amounted to anything, because what were you thinking ew!  Then you have another one, similar but different, and thank goodness that never happened either because it would have been so awkward.  You start to wonder if you’re just not cut out for dating, or maybe you’re gay.  You don’t know how to feel about that.  It’d be so much simpler and easier if you were just normal.

-

When you’re seventeen or so, you make a new friend, a really pleasant guy.  You are just friends, and that is perfect.  It lasts about five months, and then one of your friends pulls him aside and hints heavily that he ought to ask you out.

He does.  You have no compunctions about saying yes, because you like him a lot, and he’s taking you to see the new Hobbit movie even though he’s not a fan and he had to watch twelve hours of movies in preparation for this date so that he’d be able to understand your interest.

You have a great time, and so does he.

About a month later, he kisses you.  It was your first kiss, exciting for the seventeen years of buildup and pleasant for having happened on acceptable terms with a more-than-acceptable person.

In the following months, neither of you brings up the topic of sex.  After all, you’re both to be found in the pews on Sunday mornings.  That’s fine by you.  More than fine, actually.  The idea of sex frightens you, which you attribute to your inexperience.  You would only ever consider attempting it with someone you really trusted, on level with a spouse.

-

When you’re eighteen or so, and at a sleepover, a girl cuddles casually with you as you talk in the hushed tones reserved for the hours after midnight.  She laments the lack of available girls at your school.

You mention that you would date a girl.  You instantly have everyone’s attention.

“Is there something you want to tell us?” your cuddle-buddy asks.

You say again that you’d date a girl.  Not now, of course, because you have a boyfriend, but yeah, you’d have no problem with it.  You probably wouldn’t sleep with a girl, but then you really don’t like the idea of sleeping with a boy either.  So you don’t really care about the configuration of genitals you don’t intend to see.  You just want the company of some lovely dork who will marathon Lord of the Rings with you and frequent the city’s best ice cream parlors.

Because your cuddle-buddy is a member of the queer community, she’s much more informed about sexualities and designations and spectrums than you are.  She suggests “panromantic asexual” and you understand both of those terms.  You’d seen them before, but never really thought you qualified.  Hearing her say it makes it somehow more concrete.

You accept that you are panromantic asexual.  You feel so light now that a couple of your closest friends know and accept you as you are.

You tell your mom a little while later on a whim.  You regret it because she doesn’t even bother listening to you and doesn’t respect your trust.  You hear her the next day telling your sister about how you said you might be a lesbian, and you’re so frustrated with her you want to hit something.

You decide not to tell anyone else.  Your dad is pretty homophobic—actually, that’d be most of the adults in your family—and you have no idea how your boyfriend would take it.  Your peers might not be welcoming or understanding—you just don’t know.  You realize that you are sort of in a closet.

You start a blog on Tumblr and blog about your problems #ace #asexual #lgbtqa

You spend way too much time on the internet, looking for the magical solution for coming out to the rest of your loved ones.  But since you don’t actually have any intention of coming out in the near future, you know you’re wasting your time.

Somehow your disinterest in sex has moved to occupy the forefront of your mind, not because it requires lots of attention in order to comprehend, but because it makes you different, and that is distracting.

One day, while you’re reading fanfiction, you come across an explicitly asexual character, and you realize that this is a first.  You cannot think of a single time in your entire life up to this point when you had seen an explicitly asexual character, and that surprises you.  Then it bothers you.  Maybe you could have avoided a couple years of uncertainty and anxiety if you had been able to identify in yourself the familiar characteristics of another asexual.

You realize you don’t know anyone else in your life who’s asexual.

That’s a sobering, isolating realization.

-

When you’re nineteen or so, you presumably go to college.  You start trying to navigate life with some semblance of independence.  You probably feel a little more secure in how you identify yourself.  You might even be all the way out of the closet.

Or at least that’s what eighteen-year-old you hopes.

Reddie headcanon : shoulder kisses

  • Shoulder kisses are their thing
  • They’ve done them ever since they met
  • Whenever one of them feels sad, alone, is scared or having a troubled time, the other will be there and calm them down with a shoulder kiss
  • Richie is a walking disaster, always has been and will always be
  • Especially in Pre-school, Richie had the habbit of falling over his own feet or any random object he didn’t see because he was too busy doing everything but looking where he was going
  • Eddie of course was always there to rescue him from getting an infection with some desinfectant and band aids
  • Whenever he goes to the doctor he gets a kiss from his mom for being good, so he always presses a soft little quick kiss to Richie’s shoulder (which both of them don’t find weird at all, because a thing such as personal space doesn’t exist to them) because he didn’t put up much of a fight when Eddie stitched him back up
  • It’s not only Eddie giving Richie shoulder kisses tho. Richie of course does it too
  • Whenever Eddie starts to panic, and gets an Ashtma or panic attack, Richie’s always the first to be by his side and calm him down or pull out the spare inhaler he always carries around for Eddie
  • He always pulls Eddie close into his side to show him he’s there and Eddie’s not alone
  • Richie then whispers sweet nothings into his ear and presses gentle comforting kisses to Eddie’s shoulder
  • When Richie grows older, things start to get really bad with his parents and Richie starts sleeping at Eddie’s more often than at his, because no matter how hard he tries he can’t sleep at home
  • Because the feeling of home and safety isn’t where his own bed is, but where Eddie is
  • Eddie knows this, and he never complains about Richie coming into his room at night
  • He always scoots over and makes space for Richie to cuddle into
  • When Richie’s all settled, Eddie cuddles into him and presses a light kiss to Richie’s shoulder, to show him that everything’s okay and that he’s safe, because he knows that’s all Richie needs
  • The day Eddie finds out about his mom lying to him, and that his meds are ‘gazebos’, he spends his entire day with Richie at the quarry
  • Whenever his breath starts getting a little erratic, Richie immediately pulls him a little closer and presses a kiss to his shoulder because he knows it calms Eddie down
  • Over time they stop only using it as a way to comfort the other
  • It has become a habit over the years, and the feeling of safety and familiarity it brings is all they really need.
  • They do it at least 5 times a day
  • When Eddie’s at his locker to get his books, Richie goes up behind him and presses a kiss to his shoulder as a good morning, because he knows better than to talk to Eddie in the morning, because as much as Eddie’s a sweetheart, he’s a bitch to talk to when he’s tired
  • Eddie’s mood always lightens up when Richie does it tho
  • One time, Eddie gets Richie to study with him for an upcoming chemistry test, and all the losers are surprised, because Richie Tozier always prides himself on not studying and still getting only A’s
  • Although they all know that Richie is 100% whipped for Eddie and would do everything he asks him to
  • Richie gets really bored at some point and starts watching Eddie
  • He finds himself thinking that Eddie’s really cute, poking his tongue out like that while looking very concentrated
  • Then he smacks himself because Eddie is always cute
  • The movement made Eddie look up, because he knows Richie is weird but why tf did he just smack himself in the face
  • But before Eddie can ask him about it, Richie leans over and presses a long, lingering kiss to Eddie’s shoulder and then proceeds to bribe him into getting ice cream with him
  • At movie night with the other losers they’re always cuddled up together under a blanket, because literally none of the other losers can deal with Richie’s constant commentary, opinions about the movie, stupid jokes and impromptu impressions of one of the movie characters whispered into their ear the entire time
  • They don’t know how Eddie manages to sit through the movies without killing Richie
  • Whenever Richie gets too loud, and Billy has to literally hold Stan back so he doesn’t strangle Richie, Eddie leans over and tells him to shut up but always presses a kiss to Richie’s shoulder for good measure, and that makes Richie shut up. At least for 5 minutes
  • Richie and Eddie think the losers don’t know about their thing but they know, because after almost choking Ben in a fight about who gets to put on the toppings on their Pizza next, then saying Eddie can go first and afterwards pressing a kiss to his shoulder isn’t all that subtle Richie
  • They all secretly think it’s cute as fuck
  • Eddie and Richie never stop with the shoulder kisses, even when they’re dating and finally get to kis each other on the mouth

I’m really sorry if anyone has done this before, just tell me and I take it down if one of you did it first, but I really love the concept of Reddie+shoulder kisses

EXO / Mafia AU – You start to have feelings for them after an arranged marriage

Request: Oh oh oh would you pls do an exo version of that arranged marriage & Mafia thing? I’m getting excited right now!!            

thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy!!

TRIGGER WARNING! Some strong language and some violence

GOT7 VERSION IS HERE


Xiumin

Originally posted by katherine8595

Sometimes you felt as if you were the modern-life Juliet. You were forced to marry the Romeo that you had no feelings for, just so two rival Mafia families could be united.

However, even after you moved in with your Romeo, you couldn’t help but still feel the hate that basically coursed through your blood.

You grew up being told that his family was to be hated and now suddenly you were a part of it. It messed with your head.

“Could you stop making that noise?” you asked Minseok with a groan, not realizing that this was the twentieth time you asked him to stop doing something in the past hour.

“I’m breathing,” Minseok answered, glaring at you.

“Yeah. It’s loud,” you said. “I’m trying to read here.”

“You read all the time,” he shot back lamely. “Is that your specialty? Do you think that because you’ll read and become a know-it-all, you’ll be able to achieve a higher place in the Mafia hierarchy?

You stared at him with a frown. “What the hell are you talking about? I read because I like to read.”

“See, but that’s not what everyone else thinks.”

“Oh, really? And what do they think?”

“They think you’re pretentious,” Minseok said, not specifying who ‘they’ were. “They think you’re showing off.”

“Showing off what? The fact that I can read?” you raised your eyebrows in a mocking way.

“Showing off in general,” he explained. “You walk around here thinking that you’re better than us.”

You rolled your eyes, not admitting that maybe there was a little truth to his words, and stayed quiet. Minseok smirked, thinking that he won this time.

“Are you one of them?” you asked, a few minutes later.

“One of what?” Minseok asked, having already forgotten what you’ve been talking about before.

“One of those people who think that I’m showing off,” you finished.

He considered this and the longer he stayed quiet, the more interested in his answer you were becoming.

“No,” he said finally. “I just think you’re uncomfortable here. I think all of this is new for you and you don’t know how to handle it all, so you handle it the only way you know how. The only way you’ve been taught how. By hating us and appearing snobbish.”

“Oh, so I’m also snobbish.”

“That’s not what I said.”

You knew it wasn’t. You were just trying to win some time to regain your balance after he had openly admitted that he didn’t think you were stuck-up. It was nice to hear that at least one person in this house had somewhat warm feelings for you.

“So, do you think this will work?” you asked again. “I mean us. Our marriage. God, I sound like I’m forty.”

Minseok laughed. You haven’t heard him laugh before and you’d thought of him as one of the most serious people you’ve ever met, but when he was smiling, he looked almost ten years younger, and an unexpected thought flashed through your mind.

You liked his laugh. You wanted to see him laugh. Hell, you wanted to make him laugh.

“I think anything can work,” Minseok said, going back to his serious self suddenly. “Even our marriage. Though right now it’s the furthest thing from an actual marriage I’ve ever seen.”

It was your turn to start laughing. “We are talking, though. So that’s a start.”

Minseok smiled at this, sending your brain into another overdrive. “Took us long enough.”


Suho

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Junmyeon wasn’t a bad person. Sure, he could kill in cold blood if he felt like he had to, but other than that, he was great. You knew you could have gotten a husband that was so much worse, so although, you were still awkward around him, you tried to get used to him. You were married, after all.

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” he asked you one night when both of you were eating dinner in the spacious dining room of your manor.

“I have training at 10,” you answered. “But other than that, no. Why?”

“I was thinking maybe we could go out tomorrow night,” Junmyeon said in a voice so official, that it sounded as if he was proposing a business offer, and not asking you out on a date.

And yet you still felt yourself blush.

“Okay,” you said, not daring to look up from your plate.

You had no doubt that Junmyeon could tell that you got flustered every time you talked to him and yet he never called you out on it, making you appreciate him even more.

“Can I tell you something?” Junmyeon said.

You finally raised your eyes and nodded, slowly.

“But promise me you won’t get upset,” he added.

You nodded again, wordlessly promising, despite not really knowing what to expect from him.

“Last week one of my friends died,” he said. “We got attacked by some wanna-be gangsters and they shot him in the chest multiple times before I could react.”

“Oh, my God,” you gasped, despite promising him not to get upset. “I’m so sorry, Junmyeon.”

He nodded, acknowledging your compassion. “But the important thing, however, is what he said right before he died. He was married, but his marriage was pretty similar to ours.”

You quickly understood that this meant he was in an arranged marriage and therefore, not particularly close to his wife.

“Anyway, so right before he died, he asked me to tell his mother that he loved her,” Junmyeon continued. “So, I asked him, ‘What about your wife?’ and he told me – and I remember this part vividly – that he wasn’t sure if he even knew what his wife’s name was.”

This story raised a million questions in your head, the most prominent of which was, did Junmyeon think all arranged marriages were like that? Did he think two people in an arranged marriage pretended to be married just for show and, possibly, power, but they never actually loved each other?

This made you sad. You didn’t know why but you didn’t want him to think that way. It was a sad attitude and the last thing you wanted was for him to be sad.

“I don’t want a marriage like that,” Junmyeon said after a short pause. This jump-started your heart so hard that even your hands started to shake.

You were afraid to ask him what he meant by that, but you didn’t have to because he continued.

“And I can promise you that I’ll do everything I can to make sure our marriage – although existing against our wishes – is as great as it can be,” he said. “We might or might not be soulmates, but that doesn’t matter. We’ll work on it one date at a time. We won’t be just another statistic that proves that people in arranged marriages hate each other.”

Your entire body filled with warmth at this and suddenly you felt like a child on Christmas day. Sure, you weren’t in love with Junmyeon yet. But you knew that one day you’d be.

“I believe you,” you told him with a sincere smile. “I believe that we’ll make it work.”


Lay

Originally posted by katherine8595

The wedding wasn’t devastating. It was truly kind of bearable. You weren’t the biggest fan of Yixing, but you weren’t really against him either.

That is, until rival Mafia members placed a bomb in your parents’ house, killing them both, along with a couple of other relatives. Your little brother was still at school but the sight of his house burning left him shaken up. His crying voice, when he called you to tell you what happened, haunted you to this day.

You fought for the rights to look after your brother and won (with Yixing’s help, though you refused to admit it), and thus, he moved in with you. But he wasn’t the same. He wasn’t your little brother anymore. He closed off and only talked to you when it was absolutely necessary.

Yixing could see that you were upset but he didn’t know what to do about it. He tried to get you to open up but you ignored him no matter what he did, unintentionally hurting his feelings in the process. Somehow, you just couldn’t bear to look at him anymore, feeling as if it was his fault you weren’t at your parents’ house to protect them from the bomb.

And then one day, you woke up to screams coming from outside. With your heart nearly beating out of your chest, you walked to the window overlooking the backyard of your house to see what was making the noise. You had to sit down at the sight in front of you.

It was your little brother and Yixing, both chasing each other with water guns, reenacting a scene from a gangster movie that you have never seen. They were screaming cheerfully, laughing, and rolling around in the grass, their clothes completely soaked from the water already.

You didn’t think you could name a moment where your brother looked happier than he did right then, playing with Yixing.

Not losing the smile the entire morning, you found your little brother, when he finally returned home and changed into a different outfit.

“Hey!” you said happily. “Did you have fun this morning?”

“Lots!” your brother replied, giving you a smile that you haven’t seen in ages. You almost started to cry. “Yixing said he’ll teach me how to use real guns soon!”

“Oh?” you stopped smiling at this.

“Hey!” Yixing’s voice was suddenly heard down the hall. “Did I not tell you to keep it a secret?”

Your little brother gasped, not expecting him to overhear this. “I’m sorry, I just got so excited! You’ll still teach me, right?”

Yixing smiled, messing up your brother’s hair when he reached him. “Of course, I will. If your sister doesn’t kill me before I get a chance to do that.”

“Y/n wouldn’t do that,” your little brother said confidently. “She’s a good person.”

You saw Yixing smile at you but you were too occupied with your brother’s good mood to pay attention to anything else. Finally, once your brother ran off to prepare for breakfast, you raised your eyes to meet Yixing’s.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked with genuine curiosity.

“What, befriending your brother?” Yixing asked. You nodded. “I like him. He’s a cool guy. Also, you’re my wife and his legal guardian. That makes me his guardian, too. Maybe not by law, but by marriage, then. He’s my responsibility as well.”

You softened even more. “I couldn’t get him to open up ever since the tragedy happened and you just… he seems to really like you.”

“He does like me,” Yixing said, winking teasingly. “Unlike his sister.”

You scoffed. “Don’t make assumptions about things you don’t know.”

“Oh? So you do like me?”

“We’re married, Yixing.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

It was your turn to tease him. “Some questions are supposed to be left unanswered.”

And you walked away from him, heading to the kitchen, while he continued to stand there, confused about what you were feeling for him. He failed to realize that you were just as confused about your feelings as he was.

The feelings were neutral before, you were sure of that. And yet seeing him today forced some kind of creatures to come out to play in your stomach. You’ve heard people call them butterflies, but to you, it felt more like tiny t-rexes who clawed at your intestines whenever Yixing smiled at you.


Baekhyun

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You were the real black sheep of the family. You couldn’t fight (seriously, you broke your foot every time you attempted to kick something), you couldn’t interrogate people, you had no talent to make new deals, and you couldn’t use guns.

You thought your parents would disown you, and in a way, they kind of did – by giving you away to the boy from a different Mafia family.

Afraid to make your new husband and his family see how useless you were, you avoided every single job assigned to you. You pretended to be sick. Then, you just disappeared for a few days and stayed at your friend’s house. Then, you actually got sick.

Finally, four months after the wedding, Baekhyun had had enough of this.

“What’s the problem?” he asked you. “You don’t want to work with me? With my family?”

You have not prepared for him to confront you about this, although you really should have seen it coming. Sooner or later, someone was bound to notice that you were not doing any work that was assigned to you.

“N-no,” you said, slowly. “I do. Of course, I do. I mean, I have to.”

“’Have to’ and ‘want to’ are two very different things, Y/n,” Baekhyun said. “I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do but you’re… you’re not doing anything at all. And you haven’t talked to anyone about it. Like, is something wrong? Do you just not want to do anything because that’s fine—”

“I want to do something,” you interrupted him confidently but then your voice faded. “I just don’t know how.”

Baekhyun heard you. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t do anything,” you said. “I start something and then I ruin everything. My family used to jokingly say that they should lock me up in a tower Rapunzel-style. Maybe that way I’d manage to find at least one thing I’d be good at.”

“That’s not a funny joke,” Baekhyun said with a straight face. “And I’m sure your family just didn’t have any patience. Come on, tell me one thing that they thought you were bad at.”

“Well, firearms, for starters,” you said. “I can’t fire a gun. My aim is way off.”

“Good!” Baekhyun said and then saw your frown. “I mean, it’s good that you told me. Now I know what’s up. Be up at seven tomorrow.”

“What? Why?”

“I’ll train you,” he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “I’ll help you learn everything you’ve always wanted to learn. And I can already promise I will never bring you down, no matter how badly you do anything.”

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” you warned him.

“Yeah, they told me that before I married you,” Baekhyun said with a small smile. “But I guess I like challenges.”

For some reason, you smiled back. It would have been easy to find offense in his words but you knew they were true. You truly were a challenge (but then again, wasn’t everyone?) but no one ever bothered to take this challenge on before. And now this concerned boy – that was apparently told not to marry you – was more than ready to work on this challenge with resilience until he completed it.

For the first time in your life, you actually had hope that Baekhyun will turn out to be the person with enough patience to handle your every fail and praise your every win. You’ve never had a person like that in your life. Maybe you finally found him.


Chen

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You strictly refused to ride cars. Your husband (you refused to call him your husband, too. Explaining to people that your parents forced you to marry, was embarrassing, so you chose not to talk about it at all) protested against this, saying that it was unsafe for you to walk everywhere but you ignored him. The air was already as polluted as it was, and you could never understand how people had enough patience to be stuck in traffic and not punch anyone.

So, yes, you preferred to walk, no matter the distance.

Thing was, wherever you walked, you always carried your earphones and listened to music at full volume, being completely oblivious to your surroundings. More than once, you missed your destination because you were humming along to a song, imagining yourself in a music video.

One particular Friday, you were in a restaurant, patiently listening to one of the Mafia heads from a different country. He spoke with a huge accent so it was hard to understand him. On top of that, you kept spacing out, making it even harder not to lose track of what he was saying.

Suddenly, you saw a person with a black coat and a face mask enter the restaurant. He passed the hostess - who politely asked him to take the mask off - and headed to the table next to yours, claiming he had reserved it. The hostess just gave up and brought him a menu.

That’s when you turned your head back to your companion since he had asked you a question. You had no idea what he had asked, but just as you were about to think of something to answer, you heard a scream.

“Look out!”

Startled, you turned to look at the source of the noise but you couldn’t understand where it came from because another noise interrupted the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant.

A shot.

It didn’t take you long to find who fired the shot. You turned your head to the left and were met face-to-face with Jongdae, who had just shot the man with the facemask next to you.

Before confusion clouded your brain, you managed to see that the masked man had a gun in his hand, too. Absolutely baffled, you turned back to look at Jongdae who had already made his way to you.

“Your meeting is over,” he said, glaring at your guest and then looking back at you. “I’m taking you home.”

“Jongdae—”

“Get up,” he said sternly. “We’re leaving.”

Apologizing to your confused companion, you followed the angry Jongdae out of the restaurant. Once you saw him open the door of his car for you to get in, you stopped.

“You know I don’t—”

“Do you know who the guy with the mask was?” Jongdae asked right away, looking as if he was already expecting you to protest.

“No,” you said. “Should I?”

“He was stalking you. For at least a week,” Jongdae said.

You gasped, feeling your stomach drop. “What? That makes no sense.”

“It makes a whole lot of sense,” he continued, not losing the angry expression on his face. “You walk everywhere and you’re never aware of your surroundings. That makes you an easy target. I assume he chose the restaurant to kill you in, because he wanted more attention.”

“He was going to kill me..?”

“Obviously. That’s why I killed him first.”

You stayed quiet, watching the man in front of you and trying to grasp the fact that he had just saved your life from a stalker that you didn’t even know you had.

“Get in the car,” Jongdae said, then. “You’re never walking anywhere alone again.”

“You can’t say that,” you protested again, but still stepped into the car.

“I can say anything I want. Your life was in danger,” he told you before closing the door of your car. “I’m not letting that happen again.”

While he jogged around the car to sit behind the wheel, you could only think about one thing. Jongdae had protected you. He saved you. And maybe it was just the adrenaline, but you felt as if he didn’t do it as a favor. He did that because you were his wife. And all of a sudden, you were no longer embarrassed of this title. You were proud of it.


Chanyeol

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

You only acted like you were married in public. At home, you stayed on separate floors and barely said anything if you accidentally ran into each other in the hallway. You weren’t sure if you liked it that way but Chanyeol wasn’t showing that much interest to act like an actual married couple, and you weren’t going to suggest doing that, either. Call it pride, if you’d like.

One night, though, during the birthday of Chanyeol’s father, all of your pride flew out of the window.

You arrived at the party a little late because your dress had a malfunction and Chanyeol was too impatient to wait until one of the seamstresses helped you fix it, so he went there alone. He didn’t even notice you when you finally arrived because he was busy. Busy entertaining at least five different girls that you’ve never seen before.

Feeling your heart drop to your stomach and then jump right back up again, as anger and irrational jealousy mixed in your blood, you made your way towards him.

“Good evening, ladies,” you announced yourself, concentrating on the girls and making all of them turn to look at you. “Have you tasted the lamb salad that they’re serving over there, at the other side of the room?”

All five of the girls exchanged glances and then turned to look at Chanyeol, who was watching you with a confused and a slightly amused expression.

“No,” one of the girls answered you. “We actually haven’t. We’ve been—”

“Oh, fantastic! I’m sure you’ll love the taste of it,” you said. The five girls still didn’t move, obviously not catching your hints. Finally, you lost your patience. “That’s your turn to scatter. Get lost. Fuck off.”

With shocked faces, all five of them quickly moved away from you and Chanyeol, and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people.

“What the hell was that about?” Chanyeol asked you right away.

You looked at him with innocent eyes. “What do you mean? I offered those girls to try the lamb salad across the room. It’s really good.”

Chanyeol resisted the urge to smirk. “You told them to fuck off.”

“Did I?” you continued to feign ignorance. “It must have slipped out by accident.”

“By accident, huh?” he said, suddenly standing closer to you. “I was pretty sure you were jealous.”

“What?” you said, your heart hammering in your chest at his close proximity. “I wasn’t jealous.”

Chanyeol hummed as he slowly leaned closer until you could feel his breath on your neck, forcing you to shiver involuntarily.

“It’s a shame,” he whispered. “I love it when you get jealous.”

He pulled away before you understood what happened, and walked away with a smirk, his cologne lingering in the air around you. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding and watched him walk away from you. Suddenly, he turned his head over his shoulder, quickly meeting your eyes, and winking, while every girl in the room watched him.

You weren’t jealous. You were so much more than that.


D.O.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He didn’t look very dangerous and yet people were afraid of him. They crossed the street when they saw him. They closed their windows when they heard him drive by. They avoided him in every way possible.

You weren’t an exception, although, legally, you were his wife and he wasn’t supposed to ever hurt you. However, you couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t impossible. If he could kill helpless people that crossed him, he could kill you too.

And that was why for the first few months after the wedding, you slept in a different room that you locked every night.

One night, however, you heard a lot of suspicious noise downstairs and decided to investigate. Kyungsoo was supposed to be out working the whole weekend, so you grabbed your gun before you walked down the stairs.

Not wanting to startle the potential intruder, you didn’t turn the light on. Slowly, you walked down the hallway and then stopped when you saw a silhouette at the end of the hallway. It looked like a man and he had his back turned to you.

“Freeze!” you yelled, not finding a better word on such short notice.

The man did just that. But then he turned around a second later and you almost fired.

You were glad you didn’t, though.

“Y/n?” Kyungsoo’s voice called out and your body had gone cold. “What are you doing awake?”

“I…” you lowered your gun, immediately. “I’m sorry. I thought someone was in the house. I-I’m really sorry.”

You saw him slowly make his way towards you, and your entire body started to shake.

He stopped a few feet away from you, however, and turned the lightswitch on the wall next to him, finally illuminating the hallway.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, carefully watching you.

You swallowed, not knowing what the right answer to this question would be. Your silence was enough for Kyungsoo to understand everything.

“Why?” he asked. “Why are you afraid of me? I could never hurt you.”

“Y-yes, you could,” you said in a quiet voice, looking down.

Immediately, he lifted your chin, so your eyes met again. “Y/n. My job is to protect you. And to teach you not to say ‘freeze’ when you see strangers in your house, but that’s hardly the point right now. Point is, it hurts me to know that you’re afraid of me.”

It hurts him?

You stared at him as if in a daze.

“Please don’t be afraid of me,” he said, gently moving his hand from your chin to caress your cheek. “Please.”

He touched you as if you were the most fragile piece of china ever created. He looked at you as if you’d break if someone glared at you.

And suddenly, you couldn’t understand how you didn’t see it before. He wasn’t dangerous and scary. He was human. And he’d never hurt you.


Kai

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Your domestic life was far from exciting. After you got married, it felt as though you became the main character in the movie Housewife By Day, Wife of a Gangster By Night.

Although you weren’t a big fan of what Jongin did, you stayed quiet about it. Not just because he was your husband and your father warned you beforehand to put up with whatever your husband did, but also because the sight of Jongin with a gun was enough to cause your heartbeat to speed up.

You didn’t think much of this, though. So you got excited after seeing a guy with a gun, so what? He was an attractive person and frankly, you were always into bad boys. It was normal. No actual feelings were there.

Or so you told yourself.

One day, you asked him to borrow his car, because yours had broken down, so you could go to the store to buy some vegetables for dinner (cooking was always your hobby and although Jongin insisted you let the professional chef do the job, you never listened) but Jongin had other plans.

“I’ll drive you,” he said. “Just wait a second.”

You were about to protest and tell him that there was no need for two people to go to the store but he got up from the chair and ran to the garage before you could open your mouth.

A couple of minutes later, you heard someone signal you outside, so, grabbing your jacket, you walked out of the house and then stopped dead at the sight in front of you.

Jongin was leaning against his favorite custom-made, matte black Harley-Davidson with a grin on his face and a helmet in his hands.

“Hop on,” he told you.

“Jongin… I literally need to buy carrots,” you said. “I’m not driving to the supermarket on a motorcycle.”

“Carrots or drugs, doesn’t matter. You’re no longer just a simple city girl,” he said. “You’re my wife now. And my wife rides in style.”

“Can I ride in style in an actual car? Like, with seat-belts on?” you continued, not moving from the same spot.

Jongin laughed. “Come on, Y/n, don’t pretend you don’t want to ride it. Feel the wind in your hair and the material of my jacket when you wrap your arms around me when I drive.”

You swallowed deeply at that last part, your stomach already burning with excitement.

“Come here,” he said, patting the back of the motorcycle.

And he didn’t have you tell you again. You groaned dramatically, forcing him to laugh, and grabbed the helmet from him before getting on the back of the motorcycle. You didn’t do anything with your hands, though, almost afraid to touch him.

“Do you want to fall off?” Jongin asked loudly, as he brought the engine of the Harley to life.

“Not really,” you answered just as loudly.

“Then hold onto me,” he asked loudly. “I know you want to.”

You knew he smirked at that last part but you couldn’t see it because he had his back turned to you. After whispering a quick ‘fuck you’, you wrapped your arms around him at the same second that he pulled out of the driveway of the house and sped down the street.

The feeling of him right there, under your fingerprints, while the two of you flew down the street, the scenery blurring around you, was enough to break you away from the lie you’ve been living in.

The feelings were there. All the damn feelings were there.


Sehun

Originally posted by katherine8595

You knew every Mafia family had their own traditions. Your family was a little more conservative in comparison to Sehun’s, which is why, your parents quietly cried when they had to give you away, while one of Sehun’s great-aunts sobbed as if he was going to his death. And it really should have been the other way around, considering that you were about to enter a clan of people who showed their loyalty to their Mafia family in a different way than you were used to.

You made a vow in front of the other family members, while Sehun’s family got tattoos.

They didn’t force a needle on you right after the wedding though, they gave you some time to adjust. And still, the first couple of months were terrifying to you.

Sehun tried to relieve your stress of living in a new place by introducing you to every family member he had and then showing embarrassing pictures of them in the family albums. It worked for a short while and you truly felt a little bit more relaxed, until the day you were supposed to get a tattoo came.

What you didn’t know, however, was that traditionally, the husband was supposed to give his wife the tattoo of the family symbol. You only found out about this, when you were already sitting the leather-covered chair, waiting for your doom. That is, the tattoo.

“Is it going to hurt?” you asked Sehun while he cleaned your wrist with rubbing alcohol.

“A little,” he said, honestly. “I’ll try to be gentle, though, I promise.”

“It’s not you I’m afraid of,” you told him. “It’s the needle.”

Sehun gave you an encouraging smile. “I’ll stop the needle if the pain gets too much for you, okay? Just tell me. Or give me a sign, like a nod or something.”

You nodded.

“What, it hurts already?” he tried to joke but saw you nod again. He released your wrist immediately. “Does it really hurt? Maybe you’re allergic to—”

“No, Sehun,” you said, then. “I’m just terrified of this. I’m afraid it’s going to hurt even more when I’m this scared.”

“Well, relaxing definitely helps,” Sehun said. “I’ve practiced this before and it’s much easier to tattoo a person who’s not so tense.”

“Well, I can’t relax. So, you’ll have to manage.”

He smiled again. “I’ll manage. I just wish you weren’t so uncomfortable.”

“I don’t have a choice but to do this,” you said. “So I have to get over my fear.”

Sehun took your wrist again and you thought the tattoo process was about to begin, but instead of a needle, you felt his fingers softly caress the skin of your wrist.

“You’re still part of the family, with or without the tattoo,” Sehun told you sincerely.

You watched him for a moment and then inhaled deeply. “I know. But I want you to do this.”

He felt a little better after hearing you say this, so he grabbed the needle with a lot more confidence. He knew he could draw the symbol perfectly, he’s done it before. But the fact that you were so nervous, made him nervous.

And yet, even when the needle came in contact with your skin, you didn’t feel any excruciating pain that you had expected. You weren’t sure if it was because Sehun kept checking up on you every few seconds and talking to you about the funny things that happened to other people when they were getting their tattoos, or because your hand had simply gone limp.

Either way, you enjoyed this process a lot more than you expected.  

The way Sehun kissed your tattoo once he had finished it and wrapped a bandage around it, made you realize that although at first, you had feared to get the symbol of the Family (because you knew you weren’t related to any of them by blood and the divorce rate was still pretty high), now you were ready to do anything, as long as Sehun would be there to hold your hand through it.


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Peter cancels his date night with the reader for "stark internship" but forgets to tell her so she turns up at his flat and May's fuming that Peter did that to the reader so she's like "you like Thai food? I'm taking you out for Thai food, we can complain about my useless nephew together" and they have a girls night because they don't need no men to have fun

You bit your lip to contain your excitement as you stood waiting in front of the door to the Parkers’ apartment. It was yours and Peter’s monthly date night, and you were going out together to see a new superhero movie you’d been waiting on for months.

“(Y/N)!” May Parker sounded surprised as she opened the door and saw you, confusing you slightly.

“Hi May! Is Peter ready?”

The older woman bit her lip, sighing.

“Peter was called in to work, for his Stark internship. He rushed off, but he said he’d told you that he’d have to cancel tonight.”

Your lips parted slightly, and you tried not to look too upset in front of your boyfriend’s aunt.

“Oh,” you said quietly. “He…he didn’t tell me.”

May was furious; you were the nicest girl she could think of for her nephew, she saw you as another member of the family, and she couldn’t believe that Peter would let you down like that and not even tell you.

“I’ll just go,” you were saying sadly, wiping your eyes and starting to walk away down the hallway.

“(Y/N) wait!” May called, stepping out of the door. You turned to face her, desperately hoping that she couldn’t see the tears in your eyes.

“Yeah?”

She sighed, running a hand through her dark hair.

“Do you like Thai food? I’m not happy with my nephew ruining your night, so we could order food in if you like? Girls movie night?”

You smiled softly, wiping your eyes clumsily. “I’d like that,” you replied quietly. She grinned, holding her arm out to you and leading you back into the apartment.

_________________________

It was almost eleven o'clock at night, and Peter was exhausted. Every bone, every muscle in his body ached and screamed in protest as he clumsily scaled the outside of his apartment building. He had expected to enter his bedroom to find a silent, sleepy flat, but he could dimly hear a movie playing in the living room, and two familiar laughs.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, suddenly realising what he had, or hadn’t, done that night. “Shit.”

He crept over to his bedroom door, trying to eavesdrop through the doorframe.

“…I know how important this internship is to him,” he heard you saying. “I’m so proud of him for getting it, but I never realised it would take him away from me so much.”

He felt his heart breaking in his chest; he thought that by keeping his true identity and job from you, he was protecting you. He hadn’t considered that you would feel as though he was putting his job above his relationship with you.

Realising that he couldn’t walk into the living room all of a sudden when you and May thought he was at Stark Tower, he picked his phone up off of his bedside table and began to type a text.

You were almost crying with laughter at one of May’s corny jokes when you noticed your phone screen lighting up beside you. May raised her eyebrows slightly, staying silent as you read the text from Peter.

Message from Peter P 😘❤️:
Hey beautiful. I’m so sorry about tonight, Mr Stark didn’t give me time to do anything but run out to his car. I promise you’re worth so much more to me than this internship or anything in the world, I love you so much. I’m sorry for being the world’s worst boyfriend. I love you (Y/N) xxxx

You smiled softly, your lips moving silently as you reread the text.

“Is that him?” May asked casually, folding her legs beneath her on the sofa. You nodded.

“He’s sorry. He says he’s the worst boyfriend in the world,” you added with a chuckle. “He isn’t, he could never be. I hope he knows that.”

Peter smiled slightly to himself, running a hand through his messy hair and replacing his phone on his bedside table. Maybe he wasn’t quite the worst boyfriend in the world, but he promised himself that after tonight he would be the best.

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Third Date, First Kiss

Steve smiled to himself as he watched Peter empty out his closet to find the perfect outfit for his date. He wanted something “nice, but not trying too hard.”

“Isn’t he adorable? I can remember being that young, innocent and excited.”, Steve leaned his head onto Tony’s shoulder wistfully.

Tony took a sip of his coffee and scoffed, “’Innocent’ my ass. That little boyfriend of his is gonna pull something soon, I can tell.”

“What makes you think that?”

“It’s their third date.”

Steve frowned a little and glanced up at his husband, “What’s significant about that?”

“The third date is when most people deem it acceptable to sleep with their partner. Some might even say you’re a prude if you don’t.”

Steve thought about this for a moment. Wade was a little bit older than Peter, and Peter was so naïve, he probably didn’t even know what he was in for. He needed to protect his son from this horn-dog, disgusting pervert that Peter calls his boyfriend.

There was a knock on the door and Peter peaked out his door at his parents, “Dad, can you get the door?”

“Why don’t you get it, you’re right there?”, Tony said with disinterest as he took another sip of coffee.

“I can’t just open it, I have to make him wait a while.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “He can wait outside.”

Peter turned his attention to Steve, “Pop, pleeeaaase?”

Steve chuckled as he walked over to the door and let Wade in. Wade stood awkwardly in the kitchen as Tony stared into his soul, enjoying Wade’s discomfort. Peter walked out a few minutes later to greet Wade, who immediately handed over the bouquet of wildflowers he had been holding.

“Flowers? For me? Oh, you shouldn’t have!”, Peter gushed, obviously flattered and embarrassed.

“Can you believe it?”, Tony deadpanned as Peter rushed to put the flowers in a vase on the table.

“Okay, well, we’re on our way to the movies. I’ll text you guys so you know where we are so if I die you’ll know where to start looking for my body.”

“Okay, sweetie, have fun.”, Steve smiled as the couple walked out. The door closed and he immediately whipped around to face his husband and frantically stage whispered, “We have to put a stop to this.”

Tony’s face lit up for the first time all day.

~             ~             ~

Peter and Wade sat down in the theater, quietly giggling amongst themselves. Steve and Tony sat several rows behind them in terrible make-shift disguises. Steve kept pulling his baseball cap down over his face in an attempt to avoid eye contact while Tony adjusted the scarf warped around his head and refused to take off his excessively large sunglasses.

Peter sat with the popcorn bucket in his lap, mindlessly eating as he watched the movie. Because of this he almost didn’t notice Wade slipping an arm around him. Peter didn’t realize that it was possible to simultaneously melt and tense up, but here he is.

Tony started to slap Steve’s thigh quietly but frantically at the sight of Wade’s arm around his son.

“What?!”, Steve hissed, afraid that Tony would attract attention to them and get them kicked out of the theater.

Tony dramatically pointed to Wade and Peter and in a moment of pure silence Steve gave an audible gasp. The two ducked down just in time to avoid Peter turning around and seeing that they’re spying on his date. They slowly rose back into their seats and intently watched as Wade inched closer and closer to Peter, who was staring straight ahead at the big screen. Right as Wade was about to lean in for a kiss, a bucket of popcorn came mysteriously flying towards him and hit him in the face.

Wade and Peter turned and looked around but saw nothing suspicious.

“Huh. That was weird. Are you okay?”, Peter asked.

“Yeah, of course. I wonder who threw that.”

~             ~             ~

Wade and Peter walked arm in arm into the restaurant with Tony and Steve walking several feet behind them. Peter laughed and talked with his boyfriend as his parents hid behind their menus a few tables away. Tony nonchalantly peered over his menu to see the boys as they talked and laughed while Steve worked on constructing a menu fort on the table.

They sat like this for quite some time, watching the boys and repeatedly asking the waiter for more time to look at the menu and water refills. The waiter arrived with Wade and Peter’s food and Tony groaned to see that they were sharing a plate of spaghetti.

“It’s like that kids movie with the dogs,” Steve murmured, excited to be able to make a movie reference that Tony would get.

“I would tell you to be more specific because dog-themed-kids-movies is probably its own genre at this point, but yes. It is like that kids movie with the dogs.”

“Oh, uh… you’ve got a little something right there. On your lip,” Wade chuckled as he motioned to his own face.

Peter blushed slightly and tried to wipe it off, “Better?”

“No, other side. Here, lemme just…” Wade leaned across the table and gently wiped some sauce off of Peter’s bottom lip. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked into Peter’s eyes and let his hand rise to caress his cheek. Wade’s voice fell to a low whisper, “There. Perfect as usual.”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat as Wade started to lean in closer. What if he had garlic breath? What if he still had spaghetti sauce on his lips? What if Wade thinks he’s a horrible kisser and he pretends not to notice but he never calls again and when he drops him off later it will be the last time he ever sees him and oh my god-

Suddenly some man in a headscarf dramatically bumped into a waiter carrying a tray of drinks that toppled over onto Peter and Wade.

~             ~             ~

Tony and Steve were rushing to get home before Wade and Peter did and realized that they had been gone this whole time. They got into the house just in time to see Wade’s car pull up from the window.

“Okay, they’re home.” Steve let out a sigh of relief. “They aren’t going to do anything sexual, everything is going to be okay.”

“Unless they decide to have a quickie in the backseat,” Tony said before taking a sip of his now cold coffee.

“…unless they WHAT?!”

“I had a really great time tonight, thanks for taking me out,” Peter said as he smiled shyly at Wade from the passenger seat.

“Yeah, no, totally, thanks for coming. Everything’s always more fun when you’re around anyways. Here, uh, let me walk you to the door. Don’t move,” Wade flashed a smile at his new boyfriend and ran around to open his car door for him.

They slowly walked in silence up to the front door and turned to face each other.

“Sooo… I’ll call you later. When I get home, if you want,” Wade glanced down and shuffled his feet a bit.

“Yeah, uh, I’d like that. You know, if you want to. But it’s almost curfew so I should probably head inside.”

“Oh, yeah, okay. So, uhh. Goodnight,” Wade turned around and started heading back towards his car.

“Wade?”

He immediately spun around, “Yeah, Pete?”

Peter took a few steps forward, grabbed the collar of Wade’s t-shirt and smashed his lips into his boyfriend’s. Wade stood stunned for a second before melting into it and placing one hand on Peter’s neck and the other on his cheek. They finally broke apart and Peter took a few steps backwards towards the front door. He opened it and stepped inside as Wade stood with a happy, stunned look on his face.

“Goodnight, Wade”, Peter smiled flirtatiously as he closed the door.

Wade couldn’t wipe the huge smile off his face as he slid over the hood of his car and hopped back into the driver’s seat. He leaned his back and just stared at the ceiling for a while, soaking up the best feeling he’s had in a long time.

~hope y’all aren’t lactose intolerant bc this is CHEESY~

The Storm

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”

Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~

Word Count: 1355

Warnings: N/A

Part 2

Masterlist

Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.

Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.

Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.

You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”

“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”

You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).

“Whoops, sorry,”

“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said

“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”

“Sounds good,”

After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.

But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.

Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.

When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.

“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.

“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”

“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”

“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked

“Bring you anything like what?”

“Well, i’m very hungry,”

“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”

“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”

You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.

You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.

The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.

“Told you,” you muttered.

You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.

“What now?” Your asked.

“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.

“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”

“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked

“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.

Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.

There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”

You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.

“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.

“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”

“A little concern would be nice,”

Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.

“Hey Pete,”

“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.

“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“What?” Peter asked

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No,”

“Why not?” You asked.

You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.

“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”

“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”

“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”

“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”

“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”

“Wait… you do?” Peter asked

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”

“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”

“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”

Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.

He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.

You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”

Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”

Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.

“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm a curious anon who wants to be not ignorant on asexuality cause i gotta be a good ally, so i was wondering if you could explain it? sometimes i get confused like, they say asexual people also have sex but i thought that would negate asexuality? also how do you know you're asexual, how do you know the difference between romantic attraction and sexual attraction? sorry if i'm asking a lot of questions i just wanna be Educated™

hey there, sunshine!!! OK, let me explain EVERYTHING. 

hmmm.

so, asexuality is when a person does not feel sexual attraction to other people. sexual attraction is - this is kind of hard for me, as I’m ace myself, to explain it without it sounding a bit weird, maybe?! - but it’s the feeling of looking at someone and being turned on by them, I guess? the feeling of looking at them and wanting to have sex with them, and feeling aroused by the idea of having sex with them. this is something that asexual people do not feel.

this is separate from feelings of romantic attraction, which is not to do with sex and all to do with intimacy of heart - and how you express that romantic intimacy varies from person to person. for a lot of people, it involves stuff like kissing and holding hands and going on dates and flowers and stuff. pretty much, if it’s your heart going !!!!!! then it’s romantic, and if it’s your down-there lair going !!!!!!!!, then that’s sexual.

asexuality, like many sexualities, is not an absolute: it’s a spectrum! the spectrum of asexuality includes - but is not limited to - demisexuality (being attracted to someone only after a strong emotional bond has been formed with them), grey-asexuality (feeling sexual attraction to other people very rarely, or very weakly, or a combination of both), and asexuality itself, which is simply never feeling sexual attraction.

as for the question about sex negating asexuality, there are many reasons an asexual person might have sex:

  • to experience physical intimacy with someone they care about a lot, even if they are not sexually attracted to them
  • because they know their partner enjoys it, and they get enjoyment out of pleasing their partner
  • because not feeling sexual attraction doesn’t mean not feeling sexual arousal. you can be asexual but still want to have sex, it’s just that you’re not able to find someone you particularly want to have sex with. I’ve seen an analogy that goes like this: you know that feeling where you’re hungry, and you open the cupboard, and everything you see you’re like… nah… but you’re still hungry? yeah, that. eventually you might end up eating something that you don’t feel especially drawn to, just because you’re hungry.
  • because sex can be really fun! even if you’re not attracted to your partner, sex can be enjoyable (and I am speaking from experience here)
  • to have kids! some asexual people want to raise a family.
  • on a less positive note, society kind of demands sex of people. it’s seen as a young person’s rite of passage, as the cementing of romantic feelings, as a given in any long-term relationship. it’s something that friends bond over, their sex stories; it’s part of drinking games, it’s often part of TV and books and movies, it’s a whole world that demands to be understood or else you risk feeling like - and being treated like - a child. asexual people may feel pressured to have sex, even when not wanting to, just to fit in. this is a not-cool reason.

that is absolutely not an exhaustive list but hopefully it gives you some idea of some reasons why ace people might have sex! still very much asexual before, during, and after.

lastly, you ask how people know they’re asexual… this one is kind of hard to answer. personally, I figured it out pretty late. I’d always assumed that everyone was kind of deciding to be attracted to people, like I was, and it was only after some revealing conversations with friends that I realised - no, most people don’t have to try to force attraction with decisions, it just happens naturally. 

often, the Realisation Process begins with doing a little bit of reading and recognising yourself in the things you’re learning! if you want to know more, I seriously recommend AVEN - click here! - a website which has a crap ton of info!! thank you for your question, I appreciate you wanting to learn and be a good ally - it makes all the difference to have educated, accepting allies out there in the big wide world. you’re wonderful, and hope I helped! <3

  • okay but elias woke up a little later today - he wasn’t planning on meeting the boys until much later - and he’s surprised when he runs into sana, smuggling food from the kitchen into her bedroom. she’s still in her pyjamas and she isn’t wearing any make up or anything, which, well, it’s nearly 1pm. so it’s a bit odd, especially for her.
  • elias asks her if she’s okay, and why she’s still in her pyjamas. and sana just shrugs and says, quite aggressively, “you’re still in your pyjamas.” and sometimes elias would bite back, tease her, but he also knows when to draw the line. and he can just see that sana’s not in the mood, so he just says, “any plans today?”
  • sana stares at him and shrugs, says, “nei”, then makes her way into her room, shutting the door, and elias leaves her be for a little bit. but a few hours later, elias notices she still hasn’t left her bedroom, which is kind of unlike sana. so he knocks on her door. 
  • she lets him in, but she’s kind of irritated; elias ignores it and says, “what’re you up to?” as he plonks himself on sana’s bed (which causes sana to sigh irritably, but she shuffles a little to give him space to get comfy anyway).
  • “nothing,” sana says irritably; dismissively. elias just looks at her and says, “okay” and waits to see if she elaborates. when she doesn’t, he says, “what was all that about last night?”
  • sana raises her eyebrows. “i’m allowed to have friends around, elias,” she snaps. “you do all the time.”
  • “yeah, but mine don’t drink in the house, and there’s never twenty of us,” elias replies fairly, but not unkindly. he looks at her, notices how deflated she seems, how upset she looks, and so he just says, “is everything okay?”
  • “yes,” sana says quickly. “everything’s fine.” which - okay, okay, sana isn’t in the mood for talking. that’s fine. so, elias says, “how about a movie?”
  • sana looks at him, frowning, and says, “what movie?”, and elias tells her that there’s this film on today, the one they used to watch all the time when they were little. and sana, despite herself, smiles at the memory, and laughs when elias does a (very bad) impression of one of the main characters. and elias thinks there is nothing that makes him quite as proud as when he makes his baby sister laugh.
  • they end up reheating leftovers from the other night and sit cross-legged on the sofa together, watching this film, which is funny but kind of cheesy and not actually as good as either of them remember it being, but it’s okay, because sana’s smiling a lot more now; seems more content.
  • elias’ phone rings just as the films ending and shit, time got away from him; he’d agreed to see the boys today. he picks up the phone and starts talking to them, to adam, and says, “just come over to mine, man, it’s chill, my parents are–” but then he catches sana’s expression; it’s small, subtle, the way her eyes fall to her lap and she prods at her food a little disinterestedly. maybe other people wouldn’t notice it, but elias does. so, he says, “actually, guys, sorry, film without me today, i forgot i made other plans.”
  • the boys erupt into indignant shouts about loyalty and how important their youtube channel is, but elias silences them, hangs up the phone, and sana says, “what other plans do you have?”
  • “well, they made a sequel to this film, and i think it’s stupid that neither of us have seen it”. and okay, he expects that to make sana smile, but instead she frowns and says, “but they aren’t airing the sequel at the moment.” so elias rolls his eyes, then says, “we’ll just have to find something else to watch, then.” and sana looks at him for a moment before rolling her eyes and saying, “okay. find something, then.”
  • she may not have said it, but she didn’t need to, because elias can already tell that sana’s feeling just that little bit better. and he’s so glad to see it, because he really hates seeing sana upset; can’t stand it, because despite how much he teases her, he truly does think there’s no one in the world who deserves happiness quite as much as his sister. and maybe that’s why, when they squabble over the last portion of food, elias lets sana have it. just this once.

Is no one going to talk about when Peter confessed to Liz? How perfectly amazing that scene was? 10/10 so realistic and relatable. 

The way he quietly slowly said, “Because I… like you.” Sounding so small and precious. And he wasn’t even looking at her because he’s so awkward and shy and because he’s Peter Parker and he believed he wasn’t good enough for someone so amazing like her. Liz liked Spider-Man, not Peter Parker. But Peter Parker is honest to god the smartest and sweetest boy so when Liz replied: “I know.” You can’t help but feel happy and relieved? Because she knew. She knew Peter was crushing so hard on her but she didn’t discourage it. She didn’t avoid him or anything because she saw that Peter’s amazing in his own way. 

So when Peter asked her if she had a date for Homecoming and she said that she didn’t… the way Peter lightened up like The Sun and stammered “Do… you… w-wanna go…” and then he slowly pointed at himself in disbelief and added so softly “…w-with me?” Like you really feel yourself struggling with Peter with his words and it’s so endearing. So when Liz said yes and Peter looked like he was gonna pass out from too much happiness because the girl he had been crushing on forever just gave him a chance. A senior gave a sophomore a chance. And when he walked away from her, you can see it on his face that he couldn’t contain himself and he was smiling so so so wide and you can’t help but smile with him too because you’re too happy for him.

And honestly? I’ve never seen precious cinnamon roll too good too pure for this world personified. 

EXO / Their S/O’s best friend is a BTS member

Request: umm what about exos reaction (as your bf) to one of the bts members being your best friend (as in the you go to for everything instead of them)  btw I love both exo and bts very much. I just wanted to see how you would write it (: Thank you           

Thank you for requesting this! Hope you enjoy 💕


Xiumin

Originally posted by callmeminseok

You had just found out you got into the university of your choice and you were ecstatic. Quickly, you got your phone out of your pocket and after nearly dropping it twice, dialed your best friends number.

“Hello?” Seokjin’s voice picked up on the first ring.

“Jin, you’ll never believe it!” you exclaimed. “I got in! I got offered a place at the—”

“You got in?!” came your boyfriend’s voice from the other room. He didn’t hear you address the person on the phone as he walked into the kitchen with a big smile.

“I—yeah, babe,” you smiled at Minseok quickly and then moved the phone from your ear to show him that you were on the phone. “I’ll talk to you in a moment, okay?”

“Oh,” Minseok nodded, his stomach sinking at the realization that he wasn’t the first one you told the exciting news to. “Sure, yeah.”

You turned away from him and got back to your conversation with Jin. Both of you squealed in joy for at least ten minutes, and once you finally hung up the phone, you went to find your boyfriend.

Minseok was lying on his bed, his phone in his hands. He didn’t even raise his head when you walked in.

“I got off the phone,” you said, extending the acceptance letter for him to see.

“Oh, good,” Minseok said simply. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thank you,” you said a little confused by his coldness. “Is everything okay?”

He sighed and locked his phone before finally looking up at you. “I’m never the first person you tell anything to.”

You blinked a few times, taken aback by the sudden confession.

“What?” you said, still trying to understand what he just said. “Minseok, I tell you everything.”

“Right. But first, you tell Seokjin everything,” he countered. “And then you come find me.”

“That’s not—” you started but quickly realized that his words might have really made sense. “Does that really upset you?”

“Well, of course,” Minseok said. “You’re my girlfriend, my best friend, and my go-to person. It just kind of sucks to know that I’m not the same for you.”

You bit your lip, feeling your own heart start to hurt at the sight of him being so upset.

“I’m sorry,” you said, then. “But you are the most important person to me, though.”

“Oh, am I now?”

“Yes,” you smiled, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Let me prove it to you.”

Before he could reply, you leaned in closer to him and placed a soft kiss on his lips, moving away before the kiss could go anywhere.

“Am I forgiven?” you asked with a small smirk.

“Oh, you wish,” he replied, “You’ll have to do better than that,” and he pulled your hand closer, forcing you to fall onto the bed next to him, so he could kiss you properly.


Suho

Originally posted by vogueksoo

When he heard the door of the apartment open, he jumped up from where he was sitting on the couch in the living room and ran across the whole apartment to tackle you in a hug.

“Junmye—”

“Don’t ever leave me alone for this long again,” he told you, not releasing you from his arms. “I don’t even remember where you went but it’s been too long.”

“I’ve only been gone for two hours,” you said through laughter.

“Yeah, but you told me you’d be gone for twenty minutes,” he said, removing himself from you and finally letting you breathe.

“Yeah, I thought so, but then Hoseok pulled out his phone to show me some pictures from—”

“Hold on,” Junmyeon stopped you, his face no longer excited. “You’ve been out to see Hoseok? Again?”

His tone sounded accusing, so your face fell a little. “Well, yeah.”

“Y/n, you’ve spent more time with him this week than with me,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Junmyeon, we live together. I think I spend quite a lot of time with you.”

“You don’t sound too happy about that.”

You had to laugh at the absurdity of his accusations. “Don’t be ridiculous. I love living with you. And Hoseok is my friend, you know that.”

“Feels like he’s more than a friend.”

“You’re right,” you said, watching his face twist in shock. “He’s one of my closest friends.”

“Okay, nice way to give me a heart attack,” Junmyeon commented sarcastically and turned to walk away from you.

“Hey!” you called after him, concerned suddenly. “Are you actually mad at me?”

“Not sure yet,” he replied, walking towards his bedroom.

“Oh, come on! I’ll cook you dinner to make you feel better, how does that sound?”

“Meh.”

“Okay. I’ll cook you dinner and give you all of my undivided attention.”

Junmyeon suddenly stopped and turned around to look at you. “Now that sounds better.”


Lay

Originally posted by fawnave

Yixing wasn’t very jealous of your friendship with BTS’ Namjoon but he wasn’t a big fan of it, either. He wasn’t a fan of any guy who was close to you, so it was no surprise.

He never caused a scene whenever you told him you’d be hanging out with Namjoon because he trusted you, but he was still slightly upset that he wasn’t the only guy in your life.

The only time Yixing actually saw you hang out with Namjoon, though, was during Junmyeon’s birthday party. At first, he was just standing next to you while you and Namjoon discussed something that caused Yixing unexplainable boredom. He excused himself to get a drink and found himself listening to one of Chen’s jokes for at least fifteen minutes. When he made his way back to you, you were still talking to Namjoon.

Overwhelmed by the sudden irrational jealousy, he made his way towards you and hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, and startling you in the process.

“Yixing, you scared me,” you said, trying to recover.

“Sorry,” he said, shamelessly kissing your shoulder. “I just missed you.”

Namjoon cleared his throat, causing Yixing to raise his head with a small smirk.

“I’m going to go mingle,” Namjoon said, awkwardly walking away.

You turned around to face your boyfriend with a surprised expression on your face.

“What’s gotten into you?” you asked, not used to his public displays of affection.

“Nothing,” Yixing shrugged innocently. “You’ve been talking to Namjoon the whole night. I thought you could use the distraction.”

“If by ‘whole night’ you mean twenty minutes, then I agree,” you told him. “And I’m going to assume you’re the distraction?”

“Twenty minutes feels like an eternity when you’re away from me,” he said. “And not just away, but also with some other guy.”

“He’s my best friend, Yixing.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

You sighed. “Sometimes I question why.”

He faked offense but quickly recovered and smirked instead. Then, he leaned in closer to you so he could whisper in your ear, “I’ll show you why when we’re home.”


Baekhyun

Originally posted by daenso

You and Baekhyun were having dinner in your kitchen. He had just finished telling you about practice today and asked you how your day went.

“I had a fairly decent day, actually,” you admitted. “Like, remember the book I told you about yesterday?”

Baekhyun frowned. “No, actually. You didn’t tell me about any books.”

“What? But I did! Like, the main character goes to—oh, wait. Maybe you’re right, I think I told Yoongi about it.”

Baekyun stopped chewing and raised his eyes from his plate to meet yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“Sorry, I thought I did,” you said. “Anyway, I—”

“You used to tell me about the books that you read,” Baekhyun interrupted you, still hung up on the same thing.

“I still do that,” you replied.

“No, not anymore,” he shook his head. “Actually, you stopped telling me about the small things from your day altogether. Do you talk to Yoongi about it?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, not catching the jealous tone in his voice. “I talk to Yoongi about a lot of things.”

Baekhyun’s face transformed completely and the jealousy could not be missed anymore.

“So,” he said in a sarcastic tone. “What else do you do with Yoongi?”

“Oh my God, Baekhyun,” you covered your face with your hands. “Please don’t tell me you’re actually jealous of my best friend right now.”

I’m your best friend. How many other best friends do you need?”

“Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“Why would I not be? You just told me you tell him more stuff than you tell me,” Baekhyun said bitterly.

You removed your hands from your face to look at him in astonishment. “Baekhyun, seriously. Would you still be saying the same thing if my best friend was a girl?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Actually, yeah. I think I would.”

“So, you don’t want me to have any friends, then?”

He sighed. “No. You can have as many friends as you want. I just want to know all about the little things that happened to you every day. I think as your boyfriend, I deserve to be the first person you tell them to.”


Chen

Originally posted by daenso

You were sitting on the couch with Jongdae, having a peaceful night in. A movie was playing in the background but both of you were on your phones. Chen was texting the other members about the song lyrics he had just come up with, and you were talking to Jimin.

Eventually, like true best friends do, you and Jimin got into an argument about who had more memes saved on their phone. So, consequently, you began sending each other memes and other funny stuff back and forth. Every time you laughed at something he sent you, Chen raised his head to look at you but he didn’t say anything.

And then finally, once you burst out laughing so loud that he almost dropped his phone, he dared to ask you what was going on.

“Oh, Jimin and I are sending each other funny pictures,” you told him once you managed to calm down.

“Huh. So, uh, is that him you’ve been texting this entire time?”

You nodded, trying not to start laughing at another picture Jimin sent you.

Biting his lip, Chen considered what the appropriate way to approach this situation would be. He knew getting jealous over this would be stupid and yet he couldn’t help but feel unhappy that someone else was making you laugh this much.

“Can you show them to me?” he asked after he finally came up with a way to transfer your attention from Jimin to him.

“Show you what?” you said, too occupied with your phone to pay attention to the conversation you were having in real life.

“The funny pictures you mentioned?” Chen said. “I want to laugh, too.”

You perked up instantly. “Of course! Hold on for just a moment, though. I have to save all of them to my phone.”

Chen nodded, secretly smirking to himself for finding a way to win you back although you never actually stopped being his.


Chanyeol

Originally posted by sugutie

Chanyeol literally never minded your and Seokjin’s friendship. If the three of you happened to be in the same place at the same time, he didn’t go out of his way to mark his territory and let Seokjin know that you’re taken, because he knew he could trust you, and he knew Jin wouldn’t dare to make a move on you anyway.

The only times he got a little insecure was when tabloid magazines published articles about you two-timing him with a member of his “rival band”. He knew the article was stupid and childish but somehow he still cared about what the public thought about this.

One time, you caught him reading one of those articles and immediately confronted him.

“I can’t believe you’re actually reading that garbage,” you said.

Chanyeol hadn’t heard you walk in, so he flinched (which he seemed to do at least five times a day. You either walked very quietly or he was just off guard all of the time) but then turned around to look at you.

“I was just wondering what people were saying,” he explained.

“Why do you even care?” you asked, suddenly a little concerned.

“Well, they’re saying that you’re actually closer to Jin than you are to me. And I mean, since I’m on tour half of the time, it kind of makes sense…”

“What?” you frowned, walking closer to him so you could take a better look at the article he was reading. “You know that’s bullshit, right? Jin’s on tour pretty often, too, and you’re my boyfriend. And – might I remind you – you have been in this position for the past three years, so I don’t think there even exists a person that I’d be closer to than you.”

He smiled softly. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“You have so many people you’re friends with that sometimes I just need to hear that you love me the most.”

You laughed. “I didn’t actually mention I loved you the most, though.”

His smile disappeared suddenly. “But you do, right?”

“Of course, Chanyeol,” you reassured him. “You have no competition.”


D.O.

Originally posted by jonginssoo

You and Kyungsoo have been in a long distance relationship for almost two years now. Both of you often flew to see each other and it was definitely worth it, but still difficult nevertheless.

You were always interested in South Korea, though, and even expressed your wish to move here someday but you wanted to finish school first. The wait didn’t stop you from spending every holiday from school in Seoul, though. You made more friends there than you had back home – and that was another good reason to move there permanently.

Which is why, two months after your graduation, you found yourself on the phone with Jungkook, one of your best friends, announcing your decision to move to Seoul.

After an hour-long conversation, you headed to your bedroom to start looking for the plane tickets. You were really anxious about not having told the news to Kyungsoo, though. You wanted to surprise him by just showing up on his doorstep, which is why you haven’t called him yet.

However, your plan backfired, when ten minutes after booking the tickets, your phone started to ring, indicating that it was Kyungsoo calling you.

“Hey,” you answered the call, trying to hide your excitement.

“I have a question,” Kyungsoo said, not sounding very happy. “How long have we been together?”

You were surprised by this. “Uhh… almost two years? Why are you—”

“Right, so, almost two years of dating, and somehow I’m the last person you tell about the important decisions you make in your life,” he said angrily.

Your stomach sunk. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

“You’re moving to Seoul,” he said, forcing you to breathe in sharply. “And I found out from Jungkook. Jungkook! I’m not even that close to him!”

Have you forgotten to warn Jungkook that your plan of moving included you surprising Kyungsoo? Most likely, yes.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean to keep you in the dark like that.”

“Is there anything else you told your best friend but not your boyfriend?” he asked, making the word ‘best friend’ sound somehow threatening.

“N-no,” you answered.”Look, Kyungsoo, I really am sorry you’re upset. But there’s a reason why I told Jungkook and not you.”

“Oh, there’s a reason?” he said, laughing humorlessly. “Do I want to hear it?”

“Yes,” you said calmly. “I wanted to surprise you. I wanted you to come home from practice and just find me there, ready to spend the rest of my life in a foreign city with the person I love most of all.”

Kyungsoo wasn’t expecting that, so he stayed quiet for a few moments.

“I-I love you, too,” he finally said, still taken aback by your confession.

“Good,” you told him. “Because for a moment there it seemed like you hated me.”

“I’m sorry, I just… I didn’t enjoy the fact that you told this important thing to Jungkook, instead of me,” Kyungsoo admitted. “Please don’t do that again, okay? I want to be the first person to know everything about you.”


Kai

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

You were backstage at an award show, waiting for your boyfriend to come offstage after his performance.

“Power is probably my favorite EXO song,” someone said suddenly, startling you.

When you turned around, you were greeted by your best friend’s face. Same best friend that you haven’t seen in forever due to him being on tour.

“Taehyung!” you exclaimed as he laughed before wrapping his arms around you. “I didn’t realize you’d be performing tonight, too!”

“I’m not. We’re presenting an award,” he explained. “Actually, I was just about to text you to see if you wanted to hang out after the ceremony.”

“Oh, Jongin’s taking me to the after-party at the dorm,” you said sadly. “But we could hang out some other time?”

“Okay. Text me when you’re free,” Taehyung said, not losing his smile. “It’s great running into you here. I missed you a lot!”

“I missed you too,” you answered.

Both of you laughed as he extended his hands to pull you in for another hug that was well-needed after having not seen each other in so long.

Someone cleared their throat, interrupting you, and you unattached yourself from Taehyung to see your boyfriend standing right behind you, having just walked off the stage.

“Hey!” you exclaimed. “Your performance was incredible as always, love.”

Jongin just nodded, but he wasn’t looking at you, and instead watched Taehyung, who stood next to you, still smiling.

“I ran into Taehyung backstage,” you started to explain. “Last time we saw each other was probably two or three months ago.”

“Ah. Fun,” Jongin replied dryly.

You frowned a little at this, but Taehyung – always the social butterfly – jumped into the conversation.

“Loved your performance. The concept for the MV was sick, too,” he said.

“Thank you,” Jongin replied quickly. “Y/n, are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you said, not even questioning where he wanted to go because his eyes were burning lasers into Taehyung’s forehead. You still turned to look at your best friend for a quick word. “I’ll see you, yeah?”

“Yes, of course!” Taehyung nodded enthusiastically and then turned to Jongin. “Great seeing you here!”

“You too,” Jongin nodded and placed a hand on your waist to lead you further away from the crowd, or perhaps more specifically, from Taehyung.

Once you two reached an empty hallway, he stopped suddenly. You stopped too, looking at him with a confused expression.

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Does he know I’m your boyfriend?” Jongin asked out of the blue.

“Does who know?” you frowned in confusion. “Taehyung? Of course, he knows. He’s basically my best friend, he knows everything.

“Oh,” Jongin looked down. “Well, it sure didn’t look like he knew you had a boyfriend.”

Realizing what he was getting at, you groaned. “Don’t do this. We hugged because we haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

“We don’t hug like that,” Jongin said. “And we’re dating.”

“That’s because we’re together 24/7, Jongin,” you told him. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, I think I would handcuff myself to you if you dared to spend three full months without seeing me at least once.”

A small smile finally appeared on his lips and he nodded, letting you know that this was exactly what he wanted to hear to feel better.


Sehun

Originally posted by awwsehun

You and Sehun were at a party of one of your mutual friend’s. At first, you really didn’t want to go because you weren’t a big fan of drunk people but then you found out that Jungkook would be there, and you haven’t seen him in so long, that you felt like you had no choice but to go. Obviously, Sehun wasn’t happy that Jungkook managed to convince you to come to the party in basically seconds, while he’s been trying to get you to come with him for almost a week.

Once at the party, however, you managed to down a few drinks and spent the entire time sitting at the back of the room, reconnecting with Jungkook. He told you about the tour that he’s been on and you told him about everything he missed back in Seoul.

Hours later, when you and Sehun were in a car back home after the party, you realized that he barely said a word to you since you left the house together at the beginning of the night.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked him.

He looked at you, and although it was dark, you could still see anger in his eyes.

“Not really,” he said.

“Why? What’s wrong?” you asked in a concerned voice.

“I’m feeling kind of neglected,” he admitted. “And hurt.”

You didn’t expect to hear that. “Why?”

“I think it’s obvious why.”

“Not to me, apparently,” you replied.

“Y/n, I arrived to the party with you but I lost you in the crowd of people almost as soon as we came in,” Sehun said. “I tried to find you and when I did, you were talking to Jungkook, so I didn’t want to interrupt anything. But two hours later, you were still talking to him.”

You swallowed, suddenly understanding why he felt neglected.

“I haven’t seen him in so long,” you tried to explain. “We had so much stuff to talk about.”

“I understand that,” he nodded. “But people kept asking me where you were, and I had to awkwardly point to you and say that there you were – talking to another guy.”

“H-he’s my best friend,” you said. “You know that.”

“I do,” Sehun said. “And if you think that makes it hurt less when you leave me all by myself at a party, then you’re wrong.”

Your chest was heavy with guilt. “I’m sorry, Sehun. I didn’t realize you felt this way. You should have come and joined us.”

“I didn’t want to interrupt. You looked like you were discussing something very passionately. For four hours.”

“Come on, Sehun,” you said, touching his arm in a comforting manner, “You know I never consider your appearance in my visual field as an interruption. Although I have to say, you are distracting, especially when you’re wearing a suit. But anyway,” you stopped for a moment when you saw that you managed to make him smile. “I don’t want you to feel hurt about this. And if you ever feel neglected, just come and tell me.”

“And whine in front of other people?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Well, you have no problem whining in private,” you teased.

He shook his head at this, smiling nevertheless.

“I love you,” you told him. “And I’m sorry I made you upset today.”

He leaned closer to you to softly kiss your cheek. “I love you more.”


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“Babe, I love you and that song, but shut up.” You tell Shawn partially joking, but also partially serious because Shawn has been singing the same two lines of Barcelona by Ed Sheeran practically non stop for the past twenty minutes and you’re getting to the point where you really can’t take it any longer.

“In Baaaaaarcelona!!!” Shawn sings very high pitched for a reason you don’t understand obviously ignoring your demand for him to stop. You barely even look up from your phone. Instead, you just reach out your hand and place it over his mouth. But you feel his teeth graze your palm and then he moves and bites down lightly on your fingers.

“Ow!” You say, retracting your hand and pretending it hurt a lot more than it actually did.

“Don’t even lie, y/n, you like when I bite you,” Shawn says, and your eyes widen and you immediately look around to see if anyone heard Shawn’s comment because he didn’t even bother to say it quietly and his band is all in the dressing room with you. Luckily, they’re all busy doing their own thing so no one seems to have heard Shawn’s comment.

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I don't know what came to my mind. But... can you please do a THREESOME? Y/N with Suga and Jimin. They're College Students and Roommates. They're childhood bestfriends,Suga and Jimin has a crush on Y/N. And then Y/N is innocent,she know that sex is bad. And then the SMUT begins.😂 LOL.! I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED for requesting this. (Pardon my English.)😂 I really don't know what came to me for asking this kind of FANFIC.😂

Title : It’s bad…

Genre : Smut/Threesome

Paring : Yoonmin x Reader

Summary : You’ve always been the good, sweet and perfect girl everybody likes. The problem is : you’re in love with your two best friends who happens to be the complete opposites of you.

Soundtrack : FIRE WATER (feat. G.Soul & TABLO) []

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡




You always have been a model of perfection since you were a child. A graceful baby, a curious little girl, a very easy to live teenager to finally become the cute and tender girl that you are today. On top of that, you’ve always been a brilliant and conscientious student. No, really, a delicious girl, almost perfect if the adage didn’t say that perfection doesn’t exist.

How did you find yourself having two best friends so different from you ? How, from early childhood, were you directly attached to these two turbulent idiots ? Sometimes there are enigmas in life that can’t be solved, and your trio is a good example. Yoongi is a provocative, rough and sometimes cold dude. Jimin is a little demon hidden under an angel’s face. They have always been the most popular boys, loved as much as hated. They respect nothing and prefer to have fun rather than thinking about their future. But curiously, you’ve never fought in ten years of friendship, and remain the closest friends of the world. Proof is that you’re now roommates.

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Anonymous asked: #43 “I feel like I can’t breathe.” WITH LAAAANGST maybe he gets a pierced lung or something, or it’s a lung condition or just a panic attack idk it’s your call lmao

[A/N: you ask and you shall receive. I’ve always wanted to write our my hc with Lancey Lance, have fun learning of it!

TW: panic attack/dysphoria]

Lance had picked up a trait from Keith - training at ungodly hours of the night, usually when everyone else was asleep. It helped clear his mind, and helped him relax after a stressful day of fighting the Galra. Lately his anxiety had been getting worse, so he had been training even more than usual. This was both a good and bad thing. It was good because he was getting better at sharpshooting; bad thing because he was getting less sleep, so his progress didn’t matter because he couldn’t put it into practice.

Lance hated when he got in this mindset. He would get wrapped up in memories of Earth, memories of who he used to be, of who he was becoming. He shook off the thoughts - he didn’t want to think about that, he needed to concentrate on trying to sleep.

Of course, ten minutes later Lance was walking towards the training deck, bayard in hand. “Why can’t I just sleep like normal people?” He whispered to himself, feeling sluggish as he dragged his body across the ship. He walked into the training deck, “Begin Level One.”

As Lance began to train, he let his mind wander across the various things that were keeping him up once again. First he thought of home - of the family that was no doubt mourning his disappearance. He hoped that his family found the other families that were also missing children - like Pidge’s mom, and Hunk’s family. His mind eventually moved on from that topic as he was defeating the fourth level. From the topic of family brought up the topic of himself - how shocking. Unlike his boisterous remarks when the others were around, his thoughts began spiralling about who he was. Not relative to the team - he was their sharpshooter and occasionally their eye in the sky. Relative to his gender.

Lance was born female, his name was Lucy. When he was thirteen he realized that he wasn’t meant to be a girl - that inside he was male. His father didn’t approve, but his mother did and worked to help him get testosterone and a binder and some packing. He had experienced dysphoria before; his father refused to use his prefered name and pronouns, instead calling him his dead name and female pronouns. It just hurt at first, but then it got worse and worse until he would have full-blown panic attacks when his father used the wrong pronouns and names. It wasn’t until one such panic attack had lead to their entire family going to the hospital that his father began to use his prefered pronouns - occasionally he would slip up, but he really tried to make Lance happier.

It was fine for awhile - then Lance went to Galaxy Garrison and he had to fill out the applications. He understood that they would call him by his name and by his proper pronouns, but every time he had to mark ‘female’ in the sex category his heart would thump a bit harder - his breathing would come a bit faster. Dysphoria would settle deep into his bones, and he couldn’t dig himself out of the pit until he was surrounded by his very supportive friends.

It was like thinking about it called it to him, because as soon as Lance began thinking about the dysphoria he remembered that he never got to have the bottom surgery - his top surgery was done, he had gotten that a month before leaving for Galaxy Garrison. His bottom surgery had been arranged for his 18th birthday - which, judging by Pidge’s makeshift calendar, had already passed. Yesterday, actually. They had celebrated his birthday by eating cake and having a team bonding day where they all sat around the TV Pidge and Hunk had built and watch some movies that Pidge had downloaded on her laptop. But his birthday brought forward memories and promises that he never got to keep, such as getting his bottom surgery done, and going home to meet his sister’s newborn - born two days before his birthday.

Like so many times before, Lance’s thoughts drifted towards the fact that he didn’t really have a dick - that he wasn’t a real boy. “Stop Level Twelve,” he gasped out, falling to his knees. Sweat ran down the back of his neck - and everywhere else it seemed. He needed to get to his room - now. If he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to hold back the dangerous thoughts that were no doubt about to surface. He barely made it out of the door before he collapsed back onto his knees with tears falling down his face. His heart hurt, and he could feel every thought that he fought to have hidden deep inside of him push through his mental blocks, making themselves present. As the thoughts continued to come, his breathing quickened. What if he never got to go home? What if he never got to say that he was a real boy now that he had a dick? Would his space family accept him? What if they didn’t?

Faintly, Lance heard footsteps approaching him. They stopped, “Lance?!” Keith asked, face full of shock. Lance didn’t hear, too wrapped up in his mind. He was only faintly aware that someone had said his name and that their footsteps had sped up. Keith dropped to the ground next to Lance, “Lance? Lance! What’s wrong?” Keith shook Lance’s shoulder, jolting the Cuban out of his thoughts.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” Lance cried out, only then noticing that he he had tears steadily streaming down his face. “I’m not a real boy, I don’t even have a dick, I’m just a wannabe,” Lance continued to babble incoherently. Keith tried to listen, but by the time he had gotten close enough to hear him, he was mumbling nonsense to himself.

“Lance? Lance, I can’t hear you.” Keith said, moving so he was sitting down next to the Cuban. “Lance, I can’t hear you! What’s wrong?” He asked again when Lance only continued to mumble incoherently to himself.

Lance turned his gaze to Keith, his eyes wide with panic. Tears fell down his face, leaving shiny trails behind as they fell continuously. “I can’t call myself a boy when I don’t even have a dick, Keith! Who am I trying to kid? I’m a girl,” he spat the last word with venom, hatred filling his entire body at the thought. He wasn’t a girl, but what else was he supposed to be if he didn’t have the parts to call himself a man? Dysphoria found its’ way to his stomach and suddenly he felt like he was going to throw up. He gagged, but managed to keep himself from doing it.

Keith stared at his friend in confusion, “What are you talking about?” He asked, catching Lance’s attention by bringing his hands up to move his head towards Keith and keep it there. “You’re a man, Lance. I don’t care what you were born with, you are a man. There is no doubt in my mind that you are a boy. It doesn’t matter what genitalia you have, as long as it’s how you feel,” he told the blue paladin, smiling at him.

Lance’s heart thudded hard in his chest. Was he right? Of course he was, Lance told himself. He sniffled, “But I don’t have a dick,” he whispered, his throat raw from crying.

“That’s fine. Maybe we can see if the Alteans had a way of changing one’s gender to their prefered gender,” Keith offered, smiling at him.

Lance stared at him for a long time, unable to process the fact that Keith - the boy he had a self-proclaimed rivalry with - helped him. With just a sentence. “You’d do that with me?” He asked, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“Of course,” Keith said, frowning at him. “Just because you and I bicker doesn’t mean you aren’t my friend.”

Lance lunged forward and hugged Keith, “Thank you,” he mumbled into his shoulder. “Now let’s get to sleep, you don’t need to be training at this time of night.”

“What?! You were!”

“Doesn’t count.”