idk which one it is you tell me

anonymous asked:

Sana's going to be in the van with the girls having fun trying not to think of yousef and then PING she gets a text "kjære sana,,,," and then Chris FLOORS IT to wherever yousef is and then sana runs out of the van to yousef in slow motion and they confess their undying love to each other

the text would go like “Dear Sana. I’m sitting at the place where i threw grass on you and thinking about you. It’s soon 16.34 i.e. carrot time. I want to tell you‬ a thousand things. ‪I’m sorry for throwing grass at you. I hope it didn’t hurt. I’m sorry for stealing your ball and being a 12 y/o. ‬It’s what the kids at work told me to do, especially this one kid K*rl idk what his deal is. I was scared of losing the carrots. ‪I had forgotten that it’s not possible to lose the carrots, they always show up everywhere anyways so there’s no way to avoid them ‬even if I tried, which I have. ‪In another place in the universe we’re eating carrots together, remember that. You’re my soulmate. Yousef‬”

disability au’s: ocd!

  • “everyday in class I see you contain your anger whenever this girl complains about how’s she’s so ‘ocd’ bc she keeps her bookbag organized and one day u finally blew up and shoved your bloody chewed off nails in her face saying “ARE U SURE YOU HAVE OCD SHARON? ARE YOU REALLY SURE?”
  • “I always catch you when you’re stuck flickering the lights on and off and just to lighten the mood I sneak up on you and mimic nightclub music just so you laugh really hard”
  • “I make all my soap by hand and it’s the only kind you allow to wash your hands with so ur kinda my best and most frequent customer and also I kinda like you so I give you bars for free sometimes”
  • “people always think I’m super mannerly when we’re together but really you just can’t stand to touch doorknobs so I always get it for you and fuckoff im not ‘mushy’ inside get away from us”
  • “you’re severe germaphobia has you very knowledgeable about the topic and even though I know I shouldn’t condone the fear, hearing you go off in a rant about how many germs certain items carry and get all happy about the ways to kill them is incredibly adorable to me, pls tell me more”
  • “I own a flower shop and you stop by every day to count the petals on the bouquets outside and you get all embarrassed about it and I can’t help but wait for you to show up through the window”
    • one day it was really pouring down and saw you still out there so I just brought the whole cart inside and joked about whether he “loves you” or “loves you not” 
  • “as you know sometimes when I say things they never sound right and I have to say them over and over again until they do, and just my luck I’ve been practicing saying “you’re cute” all day and it didn’t sound right when it finally came out so now I’m stuck repeating it over and over and pls just kill me now
    • *cue me walking away now muttering “you’re cute” all the way down the hall*
  • “there’s a legend about me where if I find you, I’ll kill you by 29 stab wounds and count each one down to the last. and most people just find this sadistic, which I understand, but really I’m just really stuck on that number—like if I could kill you in like 3 stabs I would but my mind just goes "ahhhH” and idk :/”
    • “sorry—being a spy is hard with ocd man, it’s really time consuming”
      • “but also i dont leave shitt behind so ;)”

blueblood-and-the-crossroads  asked:

Hei C! I hope you're feeling a bit better now than you did when you posted about the painkillers 💞 My question is, what is the funniest experience e&i shared?

hello my love ily!!!! also, here’s a funnyish one: they tried to watch porn together once. they were like, hey, maybe this’ll do something different for us? so they were at even’s place, no one was home, so even’s like, “here, let me play it on the tv”, and isak’s all like, “yeah ok that totally doesn’t sound like a terrible idea”, so they do

and like, at first it maybe did something for them, but also maybe not, because after the second video they tried out even started to criticize the lighting and the camera angles, and isak started questioning the acting, so then they went through maybe another ten videos trying to pick out which porn actors were totally trying to make a career out of acting and which ones just had no idea how to — you can tell, trust me — and they started writing down their names and betting on whether they were right or not — eventually, though, they found this one video, and it was like, extreme??

and so isak’s like “that is not physically possible” and even was all “well it has to be right bc they did it?” and isak refused to believe it, citing trick angles, lighting, props, whatever — so even was like “fine, let’s try it, i’ll bet you 400 kroner it’s possible”, and isak was like “fine, you’re on”, so they did try, and it was like a fucking game of twister ON THE BED which is fucking dangerous, and they tried many different positions to see if one of them led to it, but after about five minutes of trying isak told even to give up, it wasn’t happening, and they were naked and cold and not even having sex, god dammit, so even’s like JUST ONE MORE TRY and isak was like fine

so they did it one more time, but somehow, isak ended up with his back on even, and when they tried to tangle their legs together from that angle – which, like, was way off the position they were trying, let me tell you, so idk what these assholes were thinking – so, of course, isak ends up falling off the bed face-first, and even laughed too hard while asking if isak was okay, so isak reached over to pull even’s arm down so he, too, could fall, but he did not think that through, because even just fell on top of him, which made even laugh even harder, all this while a porno with really loud cheesy music was playing in the background, because they forgot to pause the video and had the site on autoplay, so then

after catching his breath, isak stood up and glared at even and grabbed his boxers and put them on before wordlessly storming out of even’s room and downstairs. even scrambled up in a hurry and put his boxers on, too, following behind isak, calling to him that he was sorry, and he totally owed him 400 kroner, but isak paid no attention to him and made a sharp turn over to the kitchen and ran quickly to the fridge, where he found the whipped cream he’d brought over a week prior for the pancakes the boys had promised him, and as soon as even caught up to him in the kitchen, isak sprayed his entire face with whipped cream

which ofc ended up with even chasing isak around the house with a bottle of mustard which ofc ended with them hearing yousef’s truck pulling up to the driveway which ofc ended in them having to run up the stairs which ofc ended with them slipping and tripping around three times each which ofc ended in them having to quickly run to even’s room and stumbling to turn off the loud porn on the tv

and ofc it ended with yousef looking at the mess, sighing loudly and irritably, and yelling loud enough so that the boys could hear him upstairs that they better stop whatever they’re doing, he doesn’t care if they’re having sex rn, they better come down and clean their mess bc he is not going to clean it for them and they better not come down naked for fuck’s sake

even and isak spent about three whole minutes laughing their ass off in the room before cleaning off what they could, getting dressed, and racing downstairs to claim the first room that looked the least messy

yousef ignored them on his way upstairs to his room, muttering under his breath, and angry that he couldn’t cOMPLAIN ABOUT HOW FUCKING ANNOYINGLY CUTE ISAK AND EVEN ARE W EACH OTHER TO ANYONE it really wears on him tbh

Some Grimmons Thoughts

Thanks to the fact I’ve been in a car for the last 2 days and have had all the time in the world to think, here’s some Grimmons stuff I thought about-

We all know the video where Geoff lets us in on the fact that Grif secretly loves Simmons right?? Considering the events of the new season, that hit me a lot harder now.

For a while I was thinking like “oh they’re in love and not telling anyone” or “by then Grif’s confessed”, but now that I think about it, that just doesn’t seem like the case.

From the events of episode six, where Grif quits, we hear him say “I hate Simmons” before ranting about anything else and storming off. Then, when he goes and says “I quit”, he once again starts with Simmons. I don’t know if anyone else picked up on this, but it sounded a whole lot like denial to me.

So I offer this; Grif is and has been helplessly pining for literally god knows how long, and Simmons is completely and utterly oblivious. And of course, we’re all familiar with the whole “we’re fuckbuddies and nothing else but oh shit I’m developing feelings” trope I’m sure, so picture something like that.

We all know there was:

A- the parked in the shade scene (which, in a podcast, was hinted to be quite literally what we all thought it would be)

And also

B- the recent event where it’s given away that they fucked in a broom closet

So lets say that Grif, after all this time, has been pining to the moon and back, while Simmons, the asshole that he is (I love him shhh), is in the EXTREME stages of denial and refuses to show anything close to romantic. He’s still holding on to the whole “fuckbuddy” thing and repressing emotions, while Grif has long ago abandoned calling it that and has pretty much come to terms with the fact that he’s fallen in love; he’s just waiting for the que from Simmons that this is a shared emotion.

But as we saw in season 15, Grif is absolutely done with the waiting, the repeating, /everything./ he quit.

Simmons, in the following episode, when asked about Grif, hints to something about feeling abandoned even though they were “best friends”, which helped give me the view that he’s entirely oblivious to what Grif feels.

I absolutely love the idea that they’ve been married and in love since day one, but god DAMN this new season kind of just eliminated any chance of that being canon and threw angst at us instead.

Add on/tell me what you think?? Idk I’m just basing this all off of what I’ve seen so far and I wanna hear what yall think

beronica nsfw fanfic recs

alright, awhile back i said i found a bunch of beronica smut fanfics and was going to post the good ones when i was done, and so i didnt actually finish all of them, but here are some that i have. most of these are underage obviously because the show takes place while they are in high school, so 18+, keep scrolling.

  • seventeen minutes in heaven by aerialiste: really good!! closet scene from 1x01, but betty and veronica go in instead
  • exhibitionist by beranica: set at a party, the girls are dating and do it on a balcony
  • lead me by bluejbird: part one of what i guess is going to be a little smut series thing. veronica teaching betty how to do sexy things; super cute
    • touch me by bluejbird: second part to this series, there’s mirror sex which is cool?? idk what you like maybe not
  • best i can be by godots: set in the future and they have drunk sex. this one kind of made me sad at the end even though it wasn’t really a sad ending, you won’t try though i promise

that’s legit all i’ve read because i’m lazy and i don’t have any time to do anything, but i promise i’ll get some more.

anonymous asked:

Okay but does Fantasy!Bakugou ever confront Yuuei!Bakugou about how he's gotten exactly nowhere with kirishima and call him out as pathetic or weak in his opinion for it? Assuming it takes a day or two for the multiverse portal to come back, that is. Also, Fantasy!Bakugou still being the pissy asshole he is (around those not Kirishima) and all of class 1A realizing 'oh god there's /two of them/ now'

Okay so I have a bunch of different versions of how things might go floating around and idk which I like best! But one is that Fantasy!Bakugou doesn’t exactly confront UABakugou, but he does purposefully behave very sweet and affectionate (for Bakugou’s standards) with Kirishima, and basically taunts him with it. Like a silent “get your fucking act together.”

At some point, Bakugou reaches his breaking point and tries to talk with Kirishima, but he’s overwhelmed and basically tells Kiri “I don’t like how he’s like with you/how you’re like with him.” Which Kiri takes as to mean “I don’t like seeing me and you like that,” which breaks his heart.

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Tell Me You Love Me// Alex Summers Imagine

a/n: that gif of him licking his lips actually makes me want to punch him in the face how dare he be so good looking. Also this imagine kind of reminds me more of Peter Maximoff than Alex but oh wellllll

8: “Tell me you love me” from this prompt list

Request: 8 or 12 with alex summers? (idk which one i like better so go with whichever one you like best!) thank you! 💗

Tags: @havokk

Alex Summers x Reader

How in hell were you supposed to pass this class with him sitting right next to you, trying his very best to distract you at every possible moment. Your lab partner, Alex, had done everything a nine year old boy would do to get a girl’s attention. Which was ridiculous considering the fact he was seventeen for god’s sake. He passed you notes that you got in trouble for, tapped his foot on the ground oddly and repeditively, and even on rare occasions tugged at your hair when you had it up in a ponytail.

You tore your eyes away from your professor who was explaining how mutations are created, and narrowed your eyes at the pestering boy next to you.

Today, he was clicking his pen continuously, knowing how much it bothered you. 

“Would you quit it?” You hissed at him, trying to keep your voice low so you wouldn’t get caught talking during a lecture. “You know it drives me crazy!”

Alex gave you one of his famous smirks and your stomach flipped. You thought it was just plain cruel that such an annoyance in your life had such a gorgeous bone structure. 

“Well, darlin’,” he said with a slight hint at an accent, “you drive me crazy every god damn day, ‘Bout time you felt the same way.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to the lecture and tried your hardest to take notes and not think about Alex’s latest declaration of affection. He always flirted with you but you weren’t sure if it was real or not, so you felt the safest bet was to ignore it.

As the professor kept drowning on the clicking pen didn’t stop. You couldn’t focus like this and soon enough you snapped, 

“Alex I swear to god if you don’t stop clicking your pen I’m going to drop kick you out of the room!’ You whispered/yelled. 

Despite your threat, the clicking didn’t stop and you were getting desperate. 

“Alex, please, what do I have to do to get you to stop?” You asked him hopelessly.  

Immediately, you knew that was the wrong thing to say. As the smirk crept back onto his face you groaned internally for asking such an open ended question. 

He leaned in really close to you, his nose almost brushing yours and said in a voice that you had never heard him use before, “Tell me you love me.” 

You were shocked, Alex was never this forward with his flirting and his words caught you off guard. All you could do was stare into his cursedly gorgeous blue eyes and watch as his smile spread even farther across his face.

“Miss y/l/n and Mr. Summers, detention after school. No canoodling in my classroom!” Your teacher yelled. At the very word, canoodling, the class erupted into laughter and a blush found it’s place on your cheeks. You were unsurprised to see Alex laughing along with them, his chill attitude never faltering. 


Detention was 2 hours of sitting across the room from Alex trying to piece together if he actually had feelings for you or not. 

You obviously had feelings for him, how could you not? Yeah sure he was sometimes a bit too headstrong and a bit too childish, but after spending almost every day with him since you arrived at Xavier’s three years ago, it was impossible for you to not fall for him. His smile made your heart melt and your knees weak and you knew you wouldn’t be able to deny how you felt very much longer.

At the end of detention Alex immediately stood up and strode across the room to meet you at the desk you just stood up from.

You sighed, resting your hands on the side of the desk and leaning across it to meet his eyes. 

“What do you want,” you asked, trying to keep your feelings hidden.

Alex duplicated your actions and put his hands across from yours and leaned in. He was dangerously close to you and you could smell his aftershave. You prayed he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

“I already told you what I want. I want you to tell me that you love me,” he said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. 

Your breath caught in your throat, you were fairly certain he was just going to drop this topic from class but the fact that he brought it up again made you feel unprepared for your answer. And the way he was looking at you, for once in his life looking serious and sincere, you didn’t have any other options than tell him the truth.

“I love you,” you said quickly and before he had time to react, you ran out of the room. Or at least you tried to run out of the room. 

Before you could get very far, Alex had his hand wrapped around your wrist and spun you around to kiss him. 

Instantly, your lips fell into sync with his and you lost track of time. Your hands found their place in his hair and his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him than you had ever been before. You don’t know how long it was before you pulled away from one another but you were glad you did. That smile he was wearing on his face could top any kiss in the world. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispered breathlessly. 

You smiled softly and responded, “Me too.”

You Never Listen (Isaac Lahey)

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Requested by anon: hi, sorry if this doesn’t make sense at all but could you maybe do an isaac imagine loosely based on a mix of the songs wicked game by stone sour and your song by jessie pitts where they hate each other and always fight but when it comes down to it he’ll always protect her and they get in a big fight/get trapped or something and it seems like they get close but still fight afterwords and so the pack forces them to work together and the end is really fluffy? idk. luvyou and your writing btw! :)

Rating: angsty fluff

A/N: I’m very proud of this, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I may have toyed with the request a bit, I apologize.


Isaac and Y/N had quite the eerie relationship; one you wouldn’t necessarily classify as friendship. When Y/N first joined the pack, Isaac fell in love with her beauty, until she opened her mouth which led to their chance at friendship’s demise. 

However, it wasn’t just Y/N that caused the tension between them, Isaac would occasionally throw in something like “Tell me again, what was that thing that caused you to lose your voice the other day? Well, whatever it was, I really, really hope it comes back.” As if it was the most casual thing to say to her. 

But whenever he sensed that she was in danger, he would be there in a blink of an eye. Because no matter what, their urge to protect each other came atop their petty arguments. 

“Hey Y/L/N, looking as sexy as ever,” some irrelevant member of the lacrosse team had dropped off the comment like it was a casual good morning. He fumbled about with his gear before settling his back on the locker next to hers, tilting his head towards her. 

“Why don’t you tell me where you got those jeans of yours, maybe if I buy some for my girl, it would make her ass look like yours.” His breath was warm and dangerous, smelling of fresh morning coffee and intoxicating cigarettes. 

Y/N’s grip on her books couldn’t have gotten tighter, her anger slowly rising to her throat. When she opened her mouth to say something, she was interrupted by Isaac’s voice saying, 

“Back off.” Firmly gripping the back of the boy’s shirt. “The hell do you think you’re talking to, Lahey?” Those ignorant words earned a growl and a flash of yellow eyes from Isaac. 

Y/N snorted, the tips of her fingers covering her mouth as she giggled. Isaac enjoyed the smirk that spread across Y/N’s face as the shorter guy gathered his belongings and scurried away in terror. 

“What the hell Lahey?!” Y/N smacked his chest, trying to fight back the smirk that threatened to appear on her face once more. 

“You don’t think I’m just gonna stand aside and watch some horny dumbass disrespect you.” He stated carelessly, with a strict shrug. She would be lying if she denied that her heart skipped a beat at his unnaturally kind words. 

“I’m no damsel in distress, I can take care of myself.“ 

“I’m well aware of that babe, but like I said, I won’t stand aside and let anyone disrespect you.” Y/N slammed her locker door before properly hoisting her books in her hands, mumbling a “Whatever,” as she escaped his burning gaze with blushing cheeks and a shy smile.

No, I don’t want to fall in love with you

 "Would you two knock it off already?“ Scott losing his temper—which he rarely ever did—was something that terrified both Y/N and Isaac. 

"The last time you two had a fit, you almost killed each other!” Reminiscing on that one night was always a good way to keep them both grounded. 

“You know what? I’m so sick of that big mouth of yours that doesn’t know when to shut up, so when Jennifer comes for your virgin ass, I won’t stop her.” Isaac’s eyes wandered rapidly between Y/N’s, his nostrils flaring with heavy breaths, anger-filled heat radiating off of his body and settling onto hers. 

“Fuck off Lahey, it’s your fault that we’re stuck here–" 

"How is it my fault that Scott kept me on babysitting duty just cause you can’t keep a man." 

"How dare you?” Her offended gasp and tear filled eyes were going to be the death of him. 

“Wait, that’s not what I–" 

"Save your excuses, dickhead. I don’t want to talk to you.” Exhaustion had already taken over her body, and Isaac was shortening her patience. 

“What did you just call me?” His anger settling on his face, because no guy would like to be insulted by the girl he loves and cherishes most. “You fucking heard me.” Her voice low and dangerous and too close to him. 

His movements were fast. Too fast for Y/N’s mind to process.

“Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to ditch the idea of you being everyone’s knight in shining armor. Don’t get me wrong, it’s very entertaining to watch, but there’s a fine line between illusion and delusion and you’re bouncing along that line.” With every word that fell out of her lips, Isaac’s grip tightened. His hands held a painful and tight grip on her arm, his nails mindlessly digging into her flesh. 

 "Let go,“ she stated firmly through gritted teeth. "You’re hurting me.” Those four words sent alarms to his brain, his hands slowly falling to his side in realization. Her white shirt was tinted red, her flesh pulsing where his hands previously were. 

“O-oh god,” his eyes widened with remorse as he stumbled backwards, his heartbeat deafening in the thick coat of silence between them. 

“Y/N, I-" 

"It’s okay,” she said with her head down, examining the fresh wounds. “I’m so sorry, l-let me take away the pain.” The feeling of his fingertips on her skin made her flinch, “Please don’t touch me.” She mumbled lowly, slowly backing into the corner of the room, sliding down the wall and wrapping her quivering, bleeding arms around her knees. 

“I’m sorry.” The anger and tension between them fading away into oblivion, each of them on separate corners, with separate internal conflicts. 

“Do you remember? Or do you guys want me to remind you?” Their heads hung shamefully low, like two children who were caught fooling around past their bedtime. 

“We’re sorry, Scott.” Y/N was the first to speak, giving Isaac a sideways glance. “Yeah, it won’t happen again." 

"You know what? Last time you said the same thing, this time, I’m locking you guys in here until you learn how to behave your age.” Scott’s hands latched around Y/N’s, dragging her to the edge of his bed, and cuffing her hands to the headboard. 

Scott’s grip was far more gentle than Isaac’s, “You can’t cuff me, I’ll break them.” Scott chuckled at Isaac’s arrogant comment. “Yeah but you can’t break through mountain ash, buddy.” Scott stepped out the doorway of his room, dunking the ash across it. 

“She can break the mountain ash, and you can break her cuffs. Let’s see how good of a team you two’ll make.” With that final sentence, Scott left to return to the pack meeting that the two had disturbed with their bickering. 

At first—both of them being as stubborn as can be—not a single word was uttered. Y/N sat helplessly with her arms aching above her head, and Isaac desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of the intoxicating room. 

“You know, not everyone can ‘True Alpha’ their way out of mountain ash.” Y/N’s words coated with venom, scoffing when his second attempt sent electricity through his body. “You never listen–” “You don’t either, or else we wouldn’t be here in the first place.” Silence. 

Y/N had dark hollow circles under her eyes that were visible to Isaac’s eyes, the dull light of the lamppost out the window made her eyes appear a shade darker. She was as exhausted as she looked. Y/N leaned her head back against the wood, her eyes fluttering shut. 

The two of them sat in silence, listening to each other’s rhythmic breathing and the faint humming of the pack meeting that was held downstairs. Isaac’s feet felt heavy as he stomped over to the bed, sitting close to Y/N. She felt his weight dipping next to her, but didn’t bother opening her eyes. Isaac leaned forward to break the cuffs that held her hands captive, the pain had left her skin numb. 

Y/N’s body jolted, moving her hands away from his reach. 

“Easy, I won’t hurt you.” The skeptical look she gave him had his breathing hitched in his throat. His calloused hands felt unusually soft and gentle across her skin. 

Careful not to hurt her, he tugged tightly and his body jerked backwards as the cuffs fell and thudded over the carpeted floor. Y/N made a tired noise, one that resembled a moan, as she examined her wrists. 

“You’re right.” He finally said. Y/N scrunched her brows, slightly confused as to what he meant. 

“I never listen. I should’ve listened to Stiles when he told me I should tell you that I love you, I should’ve listened to him when he told me that I was hurting you, exhausting you, even. But I was so scared of loving you, I was scared of how fast and hard I’d fallen for you. You, Y/N Y/L/N, will be the death of me.” Y/N’s mind was processing his words, her brain stringing up questions like ‘hows’ and ‘whys’. But her face held no reaction, her eyes were darker and far more complicated to read now that he was close. 

“I can never forgive myself for hurting you, I would apologize if I knew it would do any good, but I think I’ve burned that bridge already. I’m so in love with you, and I won’t blame you if you truly and genuinely hated me, because I deser—" 

"No you don’t, and no I don’t. I don’t hate you, Isaac. True, you did hurt me, both physically and emotionally,” he cringed at the memory, “But nothing in this world can make me hate you, cause I saw the regret in your eyes, I know you didn’t mean it.” Her bruised hands gently—almost reluctantly—intertwined with his. Isaac’s eyes stared at his hands in hers, like they weren’t his own, like they were something foreign. 

“I’m scared of turning into my father," 

"Don’t you dare, Lahey.” She gasped so loudly, as if he’d offended her. “You will never be the man he was. You are the most gentle and wonderful person I’ve ever met, and you may not show that to me, but I see the way you’re constantly looking out for Scott, helping him, helping the pack.” Her hand cupped his cheek, making him look at her. 

You see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or blue. Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean, yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen.

“Forgive me?” He spoke breathlessly with tears threatening to spill at the corner of his blue eyes that wandered between hers. 

“With time.” She stated simply. “I’m sorry,” he said closely to her lips, “I’m so sorry.” Their hands clutched at each other, like the wild and lost teenagers that they were. 

Y/N was the one who initiated the kiss, so hard he tasted blood. He felt her chest heaving against his, he thought she was crying. Isaac gently dug his fingers into her locks, pulling her closer. She was the one who broke away, but settled with her forehead against his. 

“Can you feel how fast my heart is beating for you?” It wasn’t a question. “I love you, Isaac. I do.” His fingers trailed down her sides, like he knew her soft curves by heart, pulling her to sit on his lap. 

“What are you doing to me?” He pulled her down for another kiss, his heart beating like a drum against his chest. 

“I love you." 

"I love you.”

that time Caitriona Balfe is the nicest human ever

I need to preface this by saying: I think ECCC was a bit under-prepared and overwhelmed by how many Outlander fans were there today. The lines were INSANE. I waited, each time I met Sam and Cait, no less than 45 minutes and over an hour for the autographing. and by the time we had made it to the hotel after the panel, to attempt the first autograph session, it was already filled up. at like 12:15. the panel ended at noon so like….HARDCORE. I am not so hardcore. I left and came back hahahaha

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Looking Awful (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Peter knocks on Y/N’s window late at night hurt.

Word Count: 1.7k (I guess I just really like 7 haha)

Warnings: None, I think, but I don’t exactly consider it fluff.

AN: I used a different writings technique, I’m using “I” instead of “You” so idk, tell me which one you like the most.


It was around 2 a.m. when a tap on your window disturbed your deep sleep. You sat on your bed adjusting your sight to see the person behind the window. Turns out it was Peter, standing on the balcony with his Spider-Man suit on and mask in hand. I couldn’t see clearly, one, because of the dim light and two, because I had just woke up.

I opened the window and he got in quietly, oddly quiet, so I walked to the lamp on my nightstand and turned it on. I spinned on my heels to face Peter and I was shocked.

He looked terrible, with cuts bleeding on his face and purplish bruises forming on the end of his jaw bone. I walked closer to him so I could get a better look of him. I touched carefully his cheek were the biggest cut was, just as my finger got in contact with the cut on his skin, he flinched and grabbed my wrist with his hand.

“Peter, what in the world happened to you?!” I whispered shouted because my parents were asleep. Once I said that, he let go of my wrist. His cuts looked painful and they needed help.

“There was a robbery downtown, they were two guys, I had only seen one of them, so when I was fighting, the other one appeared with a knife.” He scratched the back of his neck looking at me with a sorry look.

“Peter, you need help, really soon, the cuts look dangerous. I think you should go to the hospital.” I said worried, the cuts were bleeding.

“I can’t go to the hospital Y/N, they will ask a lot of questions,” He had a concerned look, I knew how important it was for him to keep his identity as a secret “I can’t go to May either, she will get a heart attack when she sees me.”

“Are you saying that you want me to clean your cuts?” I was scared because I had never been on a situation like this before and I didn’t knew anything about medical care.

“Could you, please?” He begged in pain, I hope I don’t screw him more than he already is. He convinced me with begging eyes, but I wasn’t so sure of it, but if I could help him in any way, then I’ll try my best.

We both went to the restroom where the first aid kit was, behind the mirror. I took it out of the little mirror door and closed it carefully so it didn’t make a sound. I glanced at Peter and he was already sitting on top of the toilet, with his head thrown back in an act of tiredness. I started taking out the basic things, alcohol, cotton balls, bandages, pain reliever pomade.

He turned his head and looked towards me, I thought that I had to clean the blood that was already dry in his face, so that’s what I did. I grabbed a towel laying on the holder and lightly damped it. I started to lightly dab it around the cuts, where there was blood until his silky skin was visible.

His eyes were monitoring my face, I tried not to notice it too much because I would grow nervous, and that’s the last thing I want now.

I finished cleaning his face and neck and placed the now slightly red, towel on the sink with the water running, tinting the white sink with a crimson color.

We were both silent, kind of an awkward silence, but neither of us decided to break it, we were tired to start a talk, plus, we weren’t the only ones on the apartment.

I grabbed a cotton ball from its bag and poured alcohol on it. Peter had a worried look on his face, and watched my every move. I came closer and his eyes drifted from me to the cotton ball.

“This will hurt a bit,” I told Peter. He took a deep breath. I dragged the cotton ball to the cut he had on the right side of his cheek, it was a little deep, but not enough to get stitches, about an inch long, going diagonally ending on his hairline. He hitched to the contact of the alcohol, and when he did I retracted my hand in reflex.

“It’s okay Y/N, I can handle it.” He looked up through his lashes because of the height difference, since I was standing and he was seated.

So I took another breath and continued dabbing the cotton ball with along the smaller cuts on his face. He hitched every now and then, even though I was scared, I still found his faces extremely adorable.

I rubbed some pomade along my fingers to warm it up for it to be easier to apply, I moved my fingers gently a long the cuts and the, now turning greenish-blue, bruise on the left side of his jaw, his eyelids slowly flickering from my sudden movement, relieve shown on his factions, then I started putting band aids on his cuts so they wouldn’t get infected later on.

I placed all the things inside the first aid kit, closed it and place it inside the mirror in front of the sink, I grabbed the towel that I used earlier and drained all the water that it had consumed until it was the same color before I had dabbed it on his face, then placing it in the shower holder so it could get dry, I felt his eyes on me the whole time.

I turned around and stood inside his legs, I touched his face and moved it with my index finger so I could get a complete view of how his face looked.

I moved my hands from his face to his shoulders, gave a little squeeze and rested them there, “I think that’s better,” he looked up to me and nodded lightly with his eyes closed. I motioned him to get out of the restroom before I turned the lights off.

We walked in total silence to get to my room, when we got there, he glanced at the clock, it marked 2:43, he grabbed me by the wrist to turn me around.

“Yes?” I said confused by the sudden movement, a hand in his chest and the other one being held by Peter.

“I have to leave, it’s getting late, I have to get there before May notices,” he whispered, letting a few seconds without saying anything between every idea, now the rolls were different, he towered on me lightly and I had to look up.

“Or you could stay here, it’s not like you have never done it before,” I looked up to him waiting for his answer, so I continued, “You have spare clothes here, you can change clothes and stay the night here.” I ran my hands nervously over his shoulders, picking at the black outlines of his suit, now feeling mousy to see him in the eye.

“Why do you want me to stay?” He said trying to find my gaze, my eyes went wide open, mouth slightly agape, I hadn’t expected him to ask that, but I soon recovered and thought about my reply.

“Well, other than the fact that it’s almost three a.m. right now, and you’d be swinging around half of the city, it’s quite dangerous,” I fidgeted with the fabric on his suit, running my finger in repetitive circles, somewhat embarrassed, not meeting his eyes.

“Oh, so you’re saying that you’re worried about me?” I could feel his smirk even if I wasn’t watching him, was he laughing at me?

“Well, of course Peter, plus, if you see something wrong while at it, you are capable of stopping by and see what’s off., and all the work that I just did, would just go to waste.” I don’t know why but I really wanted him to stay, “you can go early in the morning, before May wakes up,” he had a smile plastered on his face, it was charming, but it made me laugh internally because he looked funny with all the bandaids and glowy skin due to the pomade.

“You’ve convinced me, lets go,” I shyly smiled at him. We got inside my room and started looking in the darkness, for the pair of clothes that he had left the previous time he had crashed in, until he turned the lamp in the night stand on.

And then I hear a sizzle coming behind me, like a button had just been clicked, so I turn around and see Peter with his suit no longer fitted to his skin. I couldn’t help but stare at his body after he wiggled his arms to get it out and proceeding to hit the floor.

I continued looking for his clothes before he noticed I had been staring. I kept looking until a pair of black sweats and a grey shirt appeared in sight. So I took them out of the pile and went to give them to Peter.

I turned around and saw him sitting on the duvet with his back arched in an tired manner laying in only his boxers. I cleared my throat to make him notice me, “here, you can change in the restroom, if you want to,” but I hadn’t even finished my sentence and he turned around, already putting his sweats on, “or here…” I mumbled under my breath.

Once he had put his shirt on, I got inside the bed. He turned the lamp off and I felt the bed dip from the weight beside me, I was almost drifting asleep for the second time tonight, when I felt an arm hugging me, right in the middle of my stomach, he pulled me close until his chest and my back were touching, “good night Y/N,” he whispered in my ear, his arms holding me loosely and melting me with his warmth, “night Peter.”

And as easy as that I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. I woke up to what I felt a few hours later, I glanced with tired eyes at the clock that read 7:15 in the morning, with Peters’ body long gone…


I hope you like it, this has honestly been on my mind since like forever and it’s just somewhat a fantasy because I just think the plot is really cute, send feedback and ask for a request if you want, thank you for reading!! ♥️
New York // Part 1

hi. um, sorry I haven’t been really active on here, I didn’t have any motivation to do any of the texts or write one shots or anything like that. although after Harry’s performance on snl I was like yanno what I really wanna write somet about it so here it is. well, the first part. I am planning on writing the part where he’s on set and stuff I just kinda had to intro the whole thing plus I guess it was about time I posted somet as well. hope you enjoy it, make sure to tell me if you have any ideas or if I should start one shots which are continueous? I’ve seen some people do that and it seems interesting, it’s not so much as a fanfiction because the events wouldn’t be happening after each other but they would have some connection. wow I’m rambling but tell me what you think! happy easter guys! 🐰 oh and you can follow me on my main blog which is hesasnowflake bc i kinda got back onto it? idk up to you. oh that’s also my twitter if you wanna give me a cheeky follow lmao shameless promo x have fun reading this tho also idk when part 2 will be out so keep an eye on this blog or just turn the post notifications on. lotta love, xoxo -b

PART 2

Travelling was always one of my favourite things to do and so when it meant it will excuse me from doing other things I was supposed to, I just loved it that much more. Working on assignments wasn’t near as much fun as packing a suitcase, getting a plane ticket then driving to the airport and getting on a plane to get somewhere else in the world.

Honestly, there was nothing better.

Even though many people don’t like long flights I personally enjoyed it. I liked going on different planes, experiencing different journeys with different people. I know I might sound like a right weirdo at this moment and time but I’m only telling you the truth.

And so going back to the beginning, where I was saying I loved travelling just a little bit more when it meant I didn’t have to do certain things – well, at least for a little while – that was exactly the situation I was in right now.

My luggage was already checked in and I went through security as well so I had the chance to get myself a nice cup of coffee from Starbucks with a sandwich which I ate at one of the tables there. Feeling extra happy, I pulled my phone out of my hoodie pocket and pressed down on the button on the device so that my screen lit up. A smile made its way onto my face as I saw unread messages from my best friend who also happened to be my boyfriend.

Harry: you’re still coming right? I’m absolutely flipping nervous

Harry: oh crap I’ve gotta go, we’re doing an intro ad thing for the show. see you soon hopefully. love you x

A light chuckle left my lips as I clicked out of the message and opened another one from my lovely mother who was asking me if I made it onto the plane yet or if I’m still at home, lying around on the couch. Well what can I say I was never one to leave in time or make it in time to somewhere therefore I wasn’t surprised when I saw her messages.

Instead of texting her back, at which I was absolutely terrible but I think that was already shown when I never answered Harry, I clicked on her contact name and called her.

“Hey love, are you at the airport yet? Are you all checked in, yeah?” she asked me straight away, not even letting me take a breath before she flooded me with her questions.

But I guess mums will always be like this, right? And I should be grateful she’s like this with me because most children don’t have the opportunity to have a good relationship with their mothers or parents in general. 

“Hi mother, yes, I am at the airport and yes I am checked in,” I laughed as I lifted my cup full of hot coffee which may I add very rarely drank. I wasn’t the biggest fan of coffee but I needed it in that moment.

“Very well then,” she sighed. I heard soft clicking noises in the background so I knew she was working on something like she always did. It was as if she never stopped. If she wasn’t at work she was cleaning the house, the garden or doing extra work at home. I guess you could say she was really work-orientated, she liked keeping herself busy at all times. “Have you talked to Har yet?”

“Hmm,” I hummed as a huge smile appeared on my face again. My mum and dad called Harry “Har” and he loved it and it just made me very-very happy because they got along so well. “Although he had stuff to do so we didn’t talk on the phone.”

“Right, he is a busy man, isn’t he?”

“He is,” I agreed. “Anyways, I think I should get my laptop out and do some work so I don’t have to do all of it when I get back. I know for a fact I’m not gonna do anything while in New York.”

“That’s great thinking, my love. Looks like you inherited some of my drive to do work whenever wherever,” she laughed.

We talked for a few more minutes then she had to excuse herself because she had a Skype interview with one of the applicants or something like that. I guess you could say my mum was a boss-kinda-person at work meaning that she was an important member of the company she worked with.

While I had my laptop open and my drink in my hand I didn’t really do much although I didn’t expect any less or any more from myself. Basically, I just wasted my time until I had to pack my stuff away and get my arse on the plane. Which might I add was happy about. How could I not been happy about it?

Finally, I was going to New York. Not to mention the fact that I was also going to be seeing my amazing boyfriend who I miss very much.

**

Those eight hours on the plane didn’t even do anything to me. Probably because I slept all the way through which was clearly shown in the fact that my phone’s battery was dead since I forgot to plug it in once we were in the air and I was listening to music throughout the journey.

When I got through the security and immigration which was literally the longest bloody thing ever, I got my stuff then sat down inside and got my laptop out. It took me about fifteen minutes to connect to the free Wi-Fi which was terrible on its own so that just added to my stress and small amount of panic which was starting to build up within me.

I had to get a hold of Harry somehow because stupidly enough I didn’t tell him the time my flight would be arriving here and I also didn’t let him buy my tickets. Well, he helped me out because he truly insisted but he just transferred money onto my card, which honestly was more than I needed so I sent it back to him and only used a small amount of it, and I was the one who bought the tickets.

Once I was on the internet, I clicked on my messages which were blowing up, all of them from Harry. I didn’t even bother reading them I just clicked on the little bar and started typing out what I wanted to tell him before that stupid free Wi-Fi cut off.

Me: hii, I’m here and I’m stuck lol. my phone’s dead cos I never charged it on the plane so if you could come get me from the airport that would be lovely. sorry for not telling you when I was landing, I totally forgot. I’ll be outside but don’t bother replying bc the wifi is shit and I’ll probs won’t get your messages. I love you see you soon x

To send that message it took me like another ten minutes and just when I thought it would never go through, it said “Delivered” under it. I felt the built up pressure leave my shoulders as I almost closed my laptop off but then I saw his message pop right up.

Harry: good thing I have amazing connections right? I figured I’d find out when you’ll arrive because I know you and I had a feeling you’d end up stranded at the airport

Me: wait what you spied on me little fucker smh well at least you’re here right I’m really hungry haz hurry up please the wifi will go away pls xxxxxxx

Harry: get up your ass then and come out. I’m in a white Audi right as you come out the sliding glass doors

I smiled reading that message. I didn’t even bother putting my laptop away I just closed it down, put my backpack on my back then with my macbook in one of my hands and my suitcase in the other I started making my way out of the airport.

The sun was brighter than my future in that moment and I absolutely regretted not taking my sunnies out but it didn’t matter too much as soon as I set my eyes on the car which he mentioned in his text.

Squinting, I walked towards the car and as I was about to open the door, the window rolled down at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, what are you doing?” asked the lad as I looked at him, one of my hands coming in contact with my forehead so that I could keep the sun out of my eyes.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked at the stranger, confusion taking over me completely.

“I-I’m so sorry sir, I thought-, my boyfriend,” I stuttered as I didn’t know what the actual hell to say. Was Harry seriously taking the piss? “I’m sorry, I’m going now,” I told the man as I reached out to my suitcase handle then pulled it behind myself.

I couldn’t believe how big of a dick Harry was. Did he find that amusing? Well, knowing his crazy ass he most probably did. And he definitely saw it all happening from one of the cars.

I crossed my arms once I put my laptop away in my backpack and leaned back on the seats. I honestly didn’t find this shit funny at the beginning then as I started to get over it, I begun to chuckle slightly until I realised I was shaking my head and grinning like crazy.

This was not the first time he had played me like that. We’re always like this with each other though. Some people would say we are too immature for our ages but I mean we couldn’t care less about their opinions. This was another reason why we worked so well together with Harry.

“Now that, my friend, was absolutely hilarious!” looking to my left I saw him walking closer, looking bloody gorgeous as always as his deep voice made a few people look at us.

His outfit was full black like always, his skinnies hugging his legs perfectly and his dark coloured shirt was so see-through you could easily make out the butterfly on his tummy and the swallows on his chest. He was fricking perfect and he knew it. Well, I was hoping he did because he was.

He was laughing by the time he got to me and all I did was shake my head and stood up, my hands still folded together and pressed against my chest.

“You’re just so funny, aren’t you?” I asked him, arching a brow while the tone of my voice was nothing but pure sarcasm.

“That I am, baby, that I am,” he smiled as he put his arms out, ready to pull me into a hug and boy did I waste any time? The fuck I didn’t! I almost flew into his arms, my body literally smacking into his and he had to take a few steps back as I basically fell onto him. “I missed you too, love,” he laughed quietly.

His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his chin resting on the top of my head then later he pressed a few kisses onto my hair. I hid my face in the crook of his neck as my hands wrapped around it and locked my fingers together at the nape of his neck. I sighed as I let myself melt in his touch, in his hug, in his arms.

“I love you,” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his skin for the shortest second then pressed my temple against his neck before I pulled away.

“I love you more,” he kissed my forehead as he let his hands slip off of me; down my arms and in the end he intertwined our fingers. Bringing them to his lips, he kissed my knuckles while he shut his eyes, not minding one bit that we were still out in the public.

Once he let go of me he took my hand in one of his hand and got my suitcase in the other one. I rolled my eyes as I saw we were nearing a black Audi and not a bloody white one. I could hear him chuckle as he opened the boot and put my luggage in and I just got in the passenger seat at the front.

Soon enough he was sitting next to me, buckling his seatbelt in and starting the car right away.

“Hand?” he held his right hand out to me as he looked to the left to see if any cars were coming and I just had to give in. Making sure my sigh was loud enough, I put my left hand into his and he once again intertwined our fingers. “I’ve gotta nip to the studio real quick to sign some papers with Jimmy. D’you wanna come or should I take you to mine first?”

“Whichever works for me,” I shrugged. “If yours is too out of the way I’ll just go with you and then we can get some food because I’m still starving then go home.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

**

And so that is what we did. Harry quickly went into the studio and he was out within ten minutes. I was dying at that point, my potential jetlag and hunger both doing my head in.

“Okay-okay, what d’you wanna eat, hm?” he asked me as his hand found its home on my thigh, gripping it a bit here and there.

“Dunno, don’t care,” I muttered. “Whatever’s close s’fine by me.”

“I’m guessing you don’t wanna go in, right?” I shook my head no and he hummed in response. “Have you ever had Taco Bell before?”

“Do I look like I spend all my time in America like some poeple?” I asked back sassily. I was tired and hungry with a headache on top. I wanted to cuddle Harry and sleep. And food of course.

“Drop the attitude, sunshine. I’m not up for it.”

“Well I’m not either so that makes two of us,” I told him right away. “Take your hand off of me now and take me home. I can’t be arsed getting food now.”

“Whatever.”

It took us twenty minutes to arrive at Harry’s penthouse that he rented while he was in New York or he owned it. I honestly didn’t have a clue and I couldn’t care less. I wanted a bed and nothing else. I was starting to get in a pissy mood and I didn’t like it because I knew Harry didn’t need my stress on top of his.

Throwing my stuff on the floor I found my way upstairs and into a bedroom which most probably wasn’t the one Harry was staying in because it was way too clean and I didn’t see anything in this room apart from the basics.

Shutting the door behind me rather strongly I plopped down on the bed, slowly crawling under the sheets and putting my head on the pillow. My eyes were shut right away and I felt content. Relaxed. Cool.

In that moment I also knew I should’ve stuck it out, taken my attitude back and get food instead of coming home but oh well. I made a scene already so it didn’t matter. Especially not after I fell into a deep slumber.

Your Flowers Will be Waiting (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Your Flowers Will be Waiting (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Notes: I was listening to “I’m Me” by Us the Duo, and it reminded me of a headcanon I read somewhere saying Jared played clarinet in high school (which I LOVE). And then somehow I came up with an idea that involved a flower shop, and this happened! I also love headcanons about Jared not at all being an outdoors person, sooo idk I just feel like he probably has a pollen allergy (and also gets sunburned super easily and is very clumsy when he goes on hikes with Evan, but that’s for another fic, probably!!). Also, as you may remember from my other Jared fic, I am convinced he loves The Office and no one can tell me otherwise (I mean, come on, Michael Scott literally responds “Kinky!” to something Jim or Dwight says in the first episode).

Anyway. This is pure fluff.

Warnings: Tiny bit of swearing … also Jared makes a slightly crude comment about the romance novels his grandma reads.

Words: 4010

You’ve been watching customers meander in and out of the flower shop for the past three hours when the bell over the door announces the entrance of a boy with crooked glasses and a familiar smile.

An involuntary flutter goes through your stomach as you push your book aside and wave at him from your perch behind the counter. Ever since you graduated high school two months ago and started working here, it seems like he’s been in almost every time you’ve had a shift. At first you weren’t sure why—he never bought anything, just asked a bunch of questions about the various flowers. Once you asked if he was going to buy anything, and he said he was thinking about getting a bouquet for his nature-obsessed friend. You weren’t sure if he was kidding or not.

You’re still not exactly sure why he comes in, but it doesn’t matter so much anymore.

“Hey, Jared,” you call.

“Hey,” he replies. He slides his hands into the pockets of his shorts. “How’s it going?”

“Fine. We got some new flowers if you want to see them.” You motion toward the window display, which you spent a good chunk of your morning arranging. “They’re over there.”

“In a minute.” He comes to the counter and props his elbows on it, leaning toward you. It used to make you feel strange—you had gone through high school feeling pretty much invisible, and it was weird to have a boy talk to you so close, especially one you didn’t know. But now you don’t mind. If another guy did it, you might feel uncomfortable, but Jared does it in an oblivious kind of way like he just wants to hang out, not like he’s trying to hit on you.

Not that you would mind being hit on by Jared Kleinman.

The book you were reading before he came in rests amidst a scattering of stray leaves, its pages lying open to the middle. Jared taps a finger on it. “Whatcha reading today?”

The Prisoner of Azkaban.”

He huffs out a short laugh. “Harry Potter?”

You feel your cheeks flushing a little, but a smile you can’t control pops onto your face. “Hey, those books are classics. My grandma even read them.”

“Then your grandma is way cooler than mine.” He smirks. “I tried to make her read them in fifth grade, but she was too busy with semi-pornographic romances.”

“Oh god, I didn’t need to know that.” You cover your face with one hand and laugh. “Now I just have this horrible image of … that … in my head.”

“You’re welcome.” Jared pushes a finger under his glasses and rubs his eyes; they always get red and watery when he comes in, and he’s usually sneezing by the time he leaves. You used to think it would keep him from spending so much time here, but he told you his friend makes him go on hikes in the woods and those are way worse than this.

“So,” he says. “How late are you working?”

“I get off at four-thirty.” You tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear; your hair isn’t really long enough to put in a ponytail, but you still try to tie it back every day anyway. “Why?”

“Just wondering.”

You twist back and forth on your stool; it lets out a painful creak that makes a lady looking at flowers by the door glance over at you. You pick up one of the stray leaves from the counter and tuck it into the crease of The Prisoner of Azkaban to mark your spot, then close the book. “Aren’t you ever going to get a job?” you ask Jared.

“I’m trying to get an internship, actually. I want to get some experience under my belt so I’m not totally clueless when I start school.”

Jared is going to Rochester Institute of Technology this fall. He’s going to major in Computer Science, which, based on how much he’s rambled about gaming, the computer he’s been trying to build since ninth grade, and the miracles of the modern cell phone, doesn’t surprise you. He’s lucky, you think—from what he’s told you, it sounds like he’s always had some idea of what he wants to do. You, on the other hand, aren’t sure what you’re doing. You know you’ll be attending North Country Community College come August, but that’s about it.

“That’s a good idea,” you say. “Do you think you’ll get one?”

“Maybe. I probably won’t get paid, but I mean, I can always work on the weekends or at night, right?”

You finger the worn edge of your book; it’s soft from dozens of rereads. “I heard the 7 Eleven down the street is hiring.”

“Ha, ha.” He scratches his nose and shifts his weight so his side is leaning up against the counter. “What about you, loser? You decided what you’re going to school for yet?”

You smirk. It’s a question he asks almost every time he visits, and every time you make up a new answer. Yesterday it was Criminology with a minor in Icelandic Poetry, which both of you are pretty sure doesn’t actually exist. “Maybe Meteorology? And then maybe I’ll minor in Botany.”

Jared lets out a choked sound. “No. God, no, you can’t do botany.”

You laugh. “Why not?”

“Because I already have one friend who won’t freaking shut up about plants. I can’t deal with another one.”

“So we’re friends?”

He gives you a look. “I’m in here almost every day even though my eyes are burning out of their sockets, Y/N. Come on. Gimme some credit.”

A blush climbs up your neck and into your ears. You bite down on a smile and find another loose leaf on the counter to pick at. “You know, we don’t always have to hang out in here if it bothers you.”

He shrugs. “Don’t worry about it, I’m good. But I’d like to quit standing, if that’s okay.”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” The other customer is gone now, so you motion for Jared to come sit on the extra stool behind the counter. He scoots around the corner of the counter and climbs onto the stool; for an eighteen-year-old boy, he’s a little short, and his Vans hang a good way above the floor.

“So,” you say. “Am I ever going to meet your other friend?”

Jared takes his glasses off and cleans them on the corner of the button-down shirt he has layered over his green R2D2 shirt. “You’ve met him.”

“When?”

“In school.”

You make a face at him. “I didn’t go to school with you.”

“Yeah, you did.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “No, I didn’t. I would remember that.”

Jared smirks. “Why, because I’m so charming?”

“Because you’re so obnoxious.”

“Wow, nice. Thanks.” Jared slips his glasses back on. “I was in band with you in eighth grade. Remember?”

You cringe a little at the memory of middle school band. Your parents thought you should try playing an instrument, so you tried the flute—and failed. “I spent most of band hiding in the bathroom because I sucked so bad. So no, I don’t remember.”

“Okay, well, I was there.”

“What did you play?”

“Clarinet.” He picks a leaf off the counter and rolls the stem back and forth between his thumb and forefinger. “I spent most of band seeing how loudly I could make it honk.”

“Oh my god. I remember that.” You can’t help but start laughing. When you weren’t hiding in the bathroom, you kept your head ducked so no one would notice you. But there’s still an image in your head—a memory of a short, pudgy kid blowing on his clarinet until his face went bright red and the teacher screamed herself hoarse. “Was that you that honked right in the middle of The Blue Danube?”

“Yep.” He tears the tip off the leaf. “That was the most epic moment of my middle school band career. Also my last.”

“Did they kick you out?”

“Yep. So instead I had to do some stupid wood workshop.” He rips another piece off the leaf. “Majorly boring.”

“I can imagine.” You watch him shred the last bit of the leaf. “God, I can’t believe I didn’t know that was you. We didn’t go to the same high school, though, right? I switched after freshman year.”

“Yeah, I know. I think we had, like, Spanish I or something together before you left.”

“Did I have any classes with your friend?”

“Probably, although if you didn’t remember me, then you probably won’t remember him.”

“Why not?”

He reaches onto the counter and begins to scoop all the stray leaves into a pile. “’Cause he’s quiet.”

“I thought you said he wouldn’t shut up about plants.”

“Well, that’s true. But that’s just with me. He’s quiet around big groups of people.” He lifts a rose leaf and inspects it. “He’s actually the reason I came in here in the first place.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“He had this first date with this girl he met at work—he works at a state park, can you believe that? Anyway, he thought it would be cute to give her flowers but didn’t want to actually go buy them. So, being the nice guy that I am, I offered to get some for him.”

You roll your eyes. “Humble much?”

“Hey, I think it was a pretty nice thing to do. He’s the one who came up with the idea in the first place anyway.”

“Well, you never bought the flowers, and you’ve been back, like, a hundred times since then, so explain that.”

Jared snorts and points to himself. “Do I look like the kind of guy to know how the hell you’re supposed to make a flower arrangement?”

“We have premade ones,” you say. “And I offered to help. Remember?”

“Yeah, but remember you were watching The Office on your phone and we started talking about that and got distracted?”

The memory makes something soft and warm light in your chest. You had only been working for a few days and had been out of school for just over two weeks. You didn’t really have any friends from school, more just a few acquaintances, but you still missed the company of other people. Getting to chat with a random kid about your favorite show had eased some of that loneliness—especially when he showed up again during your next shift. “That was nice,” you say.

“I know. Which is why I came back.”

“You told me you were looking for flowers again when you came back.”

“Well, that too.” He scratches his nose in a bashful kind of way, almost like he’s trying to hide his face for a second. “I thought the whole flower idea was kinda good. So, I was going to try it.”

You smirk; the tips of his ears have gone pink, and he’s twisting back and forth on his chair. This might be the first time you’ve ever seen him act shy. “But again,” you say, “you never bought any flowers.”

“Because I realized it was actually really stupid. I mean, asking a girl out with flowers? Who does that?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I think it sounds sweet.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’s a little cheesy, but flowers are nice.” You pull one of the leaves from his pile and twirl it between your fingers. “No one’s ever given me flowers, except my parents, and that doesn’t really count.”

Jared raises his eyebrows. “Seriously? You work at a flower shop but have never gotten any?”

Your face heats as you drop your gaze to the leaf pile. “Don’t act like it’s so shocking. I’ve just … I’ve never had a boyfriend.” You watch the way your leaf’s deep green colors blurs when you twirl it. “Does that make me seem lame?”

“No. I’ve been told guys in high school are dicks anyway.”

You glance up at him. “Did someone say that about you?”

“Only a couple times, and I wasn’t actually dating her anyway.” He puts an elbow on the counter and props his head up on a fist. He’s bent over a little, leaning a little closer to you, and you can see the bright blue of his eyes. There’s a tiny spot of warm brown in his right eye you never noticed before, and for some reason it makes your heart trip through several beats.

“So back to the flower thing,” he says. “Do you really think it’s not stupid?”

You laugh again. “Jared, I already told you, I think it’s cute. Why? Are you seriously telling me you haven’t asked out whoever you were going to ask out, like, two months ago?”

He shrugs. “Maybe.”

“Oh my god! Okay, I’m helping you pick out flowers and you’re asking today.” You scoot off your stool and move to get around the counter. “Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?”

“Why the crap would I know that?” he asks, following behind you as you stride toward the front of the store. “Just pick your favorites and I’ll get those.”

You roll your eyes at him but then focus on the task. The two of you wander around the store, Jared watching while you sift through the containers of flowers. You search for some of your favorites but also keep in mind that Jared probably doesn’t have a lot of money to spend on flowers. You’re pretty sure you can make it work; sometimes when there’s no one in the shop, you like to brainstorm new combinations of flowers.

Within fifteen minutes, you’ve gathered a mix of baby’s breath, soft yellow daisies, and lavender. Jared watches from his stool behind the counter while you clip the stems and arrange them in a narrow vase.

“I think this will be good,” you say, nestling a sprig of baby’s breath next to a large, pale yellow daisy. “It’s pretty without being too much. Too much would be cheesy.”

Jared pushes his glasses up to rub at his eyes; by now they’re bloodshot and watering enough that he’s wiping tears away before they can dribble onto his cheeks. “Are you sure about the lavender? It kinda smells.”

“It smells nice in small doses. I’m only putting a few sprigs in.” You glance up at him. “How soon are you giving this to her?”

“Soon.” He shifts so he’s leaning his elbow on the counter like he did earlier. “Today, maybe.”

“Are you giving them to her on the date, or asking her out with them?”

“Which do you think is less cheesy?”

You give him a look. “Are you really this insecure?”

He sputters a little. “No! Obviously not. I just want to do this right.”

You sigh a little, although you’re smiling. There’s something endearing about this nervous side of Jared. “I think you should wait until you’re on the date to give them to her. Unless you’re not going out for a couple of days. The baby’s breath will last for a while, but the daisies won’t do so well.”

Jared grunts and begins to pick at a sprig of baby’s breath lying on the counter. You swat his hand away. “Stop, you’ll ruin it.”

“This is just extra, you already have a bunch in there.” He leans forward to inspect the flowers you’ve already put in the vase. “So what did you say your plans were for when you get off work?”

“I don’t know. I’ll probably just read or watch TV or something.”

“Wow, that’s exciting.” He waves the sprig of baby’s breath at you. “You know, you should really get a life.”

You make a face at him, but the teasing smile on his mouth keeps you from snapping back at him.

“What are you doing when you quit stalking me?” you ask. “Calling this girl you’ve been pining over for two months?”

“Maybe so.” He ducks his head and sneezes into the crook of his arm, his shoulders shuddering. When he looks back up at you, the tip of his nose is pink, and he groans a little. “Ugh. How long until you’re done?”

“Just a second. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He wipes his wrist across his nose and then props his head up on his fist. “You should give me your number, since you have no life and obviously need someone to get you out of the house.”

You scoff at him. “You don’t know if I have a life!”

“I’ve known you for two months and basically all you like involves TV, reading, and music.”

“And all you like involves video games and building computers.”

The corner of his mouth jerks up in a smile. “Touché. But I hang out with Evan, at least. Do you hang out with anyone?”

The question brings a familiar ache to your chest. These hours spent with him are like spots of sunlight in your week. The rest is almost all just gray loneliness. “No. I mean, I want to, I just … I don’t really know anyone.”

“Not even from high school?”

“Not really. I had acquaintances, not friends.”

“Okay, I definitely need your number,” Jared says. “You can’t just stay home anymore. Also, you and Evan would get along obnoxiously well.”

“Is Evan the kid who likes trees?”

“Who’s obsessed with trees, yes.” There’s a marker next to your register, and Jared moves off the stool to grab it. Once he’s back on his stool, he holds the marker above his forearm. “What’s your number?”

You want to insist you have a life, but both of you know you don’t. And it would be nice to make some friends.

You give him your number while you finish the flower arrangement. It’s a little sparse, but there’s something cute about it. It has a kind of rustic look, like it’s made from wildflowers. There’s something sweeter about it than the overly full bouquets you’re used to making.

For a moment, you let yourself be jealous of whatever girl will be getting the flowers, but then you brush the thought away.

Jared moves to the other side of the counter and digs through his pockets while you ring him up. You almost wish your boss was here to see the flowers; for the price Jared’s paying, it’s a pretty cute bouquet. It’s the first time you really feel like you knew what you were doing when you created it.

Once Jared has paid, you hand him the flowers. As he reaches for the vase, your number stands out on his forearm, the writing big and dark on his pale skin. You motion at it. “Don’t forget to text me sometime. You know, since my life is so boring.”

For some reason, the bashful smile he had earlier makes a reappearance, and you feel your heart flip inside you. “I will,” he promises.

***

You’re at home lying on your bed, an episode of The Office playing on your laptop. You smile a little—Jared would probably laugh if he saw you right now; he was right, you really do have no life. Not that getting to lay around watching TV isn’t nice. But it would also be nice to have people to go out and do things with.

You yawn and stretch your legs out on your bed. After Jared left the flower shop, work dragged by. Some lady came in and yelled at you for an order someone apparently messed up. You didn’t recognize her or the description of the flowers she wanted, so you’re pretty sure it was a coworker’s fault, but unfortunately they weren’t there to endure the yelling. You think you dealt with it well, but it left you a little frazzled and with a slight headache.

Beside you, your phone buzzes. A text from an unfamiliar number scrolls across your screen. Are you home yet?????

That stupid, uncontrollable smile from earlier yanks at your mouth again. It’s silly, considering you saw him just a few hours ago, but you don’t care.

Yes, you reply, then add, Stalker.

You expect a snarky response, but instead your phone rings.

You hold the phone to your ear with one hand and pause The Office with the other. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Jared says. The sound of his voice makes you wish you were back at the flower shop with him. “Whatcha doing?”

“Being boring.” You sit up, your legs crisscrossing. “Did you call that girl yet?”

There’s a slight pause. “Yes.”

“And? What did she say?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

You make a face. “I don’t get it.”

He sucks in a deep breath that makes static fuzz in your ear. “This is lame, but so are the flowers, so I’m just going—”

“The flowers aren’t lame,” you say. “We’ve already been through this.”

“Okay, okay, sure, the flowers aren’t lame. But this is.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, so unfortunately I can’t reassure you.”

He laughs, but it comes out a little wobbly. It reminds you of the sudden shyness that came over him in the shop today.

“Like I said, this is lame, but just listen,” he says. You wait for several seconds before he speaks again. “Do you want to go out?”

You blink at the paused image of Pam and Jim talking on your laptop. “Like … on a date?”

“Yes, like on a date.”

“I—yes, but I thought …” Your heart pauses for a second as it dawns on you. Your mouth falls open, and for a moment all you can do is breathe wordlessly. Then you start laughing. “Oh my gosh, you dork! You’re such a dork!”

“Rude!” Jared says, but you can hear laughter in his voice. “I just asked you out!”

“After waiting two months!” You fall back on your bed, laughing so hard your ribs ache. “You made me make my own flower arrangement,” you gasp out.

“Yeah, well, I would have done it, but you wouldn’t even let me touch the baby’s breath,” he says. “Also I had to take a bunch of Benadryl when I got home, so I think we’re even.”

You feel dizzy with excitement and laughter, and it takes a couple seconds for you to calm down enough to suck in a deep breath. Something happy is happening inside you, something fluttery and warm and ticklish in between your ribs. “Obviously I’ll go out with you,” you say. “When were you thinking?”

“I was gonna say tonight, but the Benadryl kind of knocked me out, so my parents won’t let me drive.”

“I can come over,” you say. “You know how much I love hanging around the house watching TV.”

“I definitely do.” He lets several seconds pass before adding, “That seems really lame for a first date.”

“Oh my god, Jared, get over yourself.” You cup a hand to your cheek; it’s flushed with excitement. “I’ll be over in an hour.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

The giddiness inside fades into something warmer … softer. Despite the way he spends most of the time teasing you, Jared Kleinman is not as cocky as he seems. There’s a gentler, less sure side of himself, too, a side that makes you like him even more. You’ve been a little in love with that louder, more confident side of him since the first time he came into the shop and started chatting with you, and you can feel yourself falling fast for this deeper, more serious part of him.

You like Jared for all of him, and it makes your voice go quieter as you tell him, “I’m sure.”

“I’ll text you my address.” The smile you’ve come to look forward to so much over the past two months fills his voice, and it makes your stomach ignite with butterflies. “Your flowers will be waiting.”

imjustlo  asked:

I have a question. At the height of the word "squick", which is an amazing word, did it ever get used in like... an offensive way? I know people who would use the word to be like "I don't read about trans characters having sex cuz that squicks me out" and I would never ask anyone to explain a squick otherwise. I'm just wondering cuz it crossed my mind as something someone's mentioned in passing to me

Oh yea, you’d see it fairly often, especially on the livejournal and ff.net days when there was major pushback against m/m and f/f pairings (any pairing other than m/f—even if it was not erotic—was considered “explicit” and potentially “harmful” for “the children”, which is why us older ones push back so hard against people trying to enforce censorship onto places like Ao3 because they can’t stay in their own god damn lanes. We’ve done this dance of dealing with the falsely pious and vindictively righteous many times over before.) and to try and avoid being labelled homophobic the person would generally say something like “idk it just squicks me out I can’t help it” in much the same way old people say “I’m set in my ways you can’t expect me to change now” when you tell racist grandma not to use the N-word at thanksgiving.

And like, there’s a difference between “I dunno I don’t like this pairing, their power dynamic squicks me out” and “I don’t like this gay pairing, their gayness squicks me out” and you could usually tell which one the person meant cause, well, the latter would never shut the fuck up about why you were wrong to write about it. Some things never change, just the ship names and the hosting platforms. 

I was watching a documentary about John Lennon and I heard something I never heard before so I didn’t know if any of you guys knew.

Well the documentary said when John was in The Beatles and he tuned his guitar, he would put it slightly out of tune so when his Aunt Mimi asked “are one of the guitars you?” He could say “yeah do you hear the one that’s slightly out of tune? That one’s me.” And they could always tell which guitar was John. After he left The Beatles he never stopped tuning his guitar that way.

Meant - James Potter x Reader (Lily Evans x Reader)

Request: Hey! Can you write an imagine in which the marauders help one of them (it’s your choice who) to get a date with the reader and she thinks that they are just making fun, until she realise what’s going on and a lil shook because they’re so blind; she tells them “dude, i’m gay” and they are all like “oh now is obvious”
Warnings: My English, language (it’s me, lol) and um… idk. Kind of hurting James and Lily dating a girl? I don’t know guys =) Gifs aren’t mine. Credits to their original owners.
Word Count~ 1.5k
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So you liked girls. Big deal! Guess what? Girls could like girls just like boys. You were more than okay with that. You had accepted that fact when you were very little- everyone was asking you if you liked that boy with the baby blue eyes or the other one with the dark hair when you really just liked the fierce little girl with the untamed hair and the piercing eyes. However, you kept quiet. You were afraid that your parents wouldn’t take it very well, but most importantly that your girl friends would think that you were hitting on them.
Once you were accepted into Hogwarts, you were definitely sure that you liked girls. It was safe to say that a certain red-haired Muggle-born had your attention. She was kind and very sweet from the first encounter. Her beautiful green eyes were twinkling with excitement.
Over the course of years, you finally came out to your parents. It was the summer before your sixth year and you couldn’t keep it a secret any longer (and frankly, you didn’t want to). You were never a coward and you didn’t believe that your sexual orientation was problematic. Love was love, no matter what.
Your parents freaked out, in the beginning, but they quickly reassured you that they didn’t care who you love as long as you were happy. You could see that they were hesitant but it was going to be alright.
Things got really confusing once the school year began. From day one, you became the center of the Marauders’ attention- which was disturbing. You were acquittances, not exactly friends but you would still talk and share a laugh with them. However, things got a bit different this year.
You had established a very strong friendship with Lily and Marlene; Alice and her almost ethereal existence; Mary and her too sweet smile. The five of you were really close-until you realized that you were a bit in love with Lily-just like James. You did believe that at some point she would cave into his ridiculous flirt- the boy was so extra. The only other problem was that you hadn’t told them- well, not all of them, that was- that you liked girls in fear that they would stop talking to you-oh, and the fact that you were about 99 percent certain that Lily liked guys. Other than that… great.
Something strange must have happened because James wasn’t fawning over Lily (or Lily-pad, as he called her and infuriated her). He was glancing at you over and over again. You thought that he just played it cool and tried to be seen as a bit more laid back. Maybe he even did it to make Lily jealous. Well, that wasn’t working because Lily didn’t even glance at his direction. She couldn’t care less – at least that was what her demeanor was implying.
You caught James looking at you more times than you could count. Maybe he was just joking- yeah, that must be it. You never told anyone about your preferences but you had never dated a guy before… so, it could be pretty obvious- especially if someone was paying attention. You really couldn’t believe that they hadn’t learned about you and Marlene.
It was more of a one (okay, five) time thing. Marlene was a bit drunk the first time that she leaned and kissed you-you pulled away because she had just broken up with Sirius and she was a mess. She apologized and didn’t mention the incident for about two months- until she just walked into the dorm (thankfully, you were the only one there) and just pinned you down, kissing you feverishly. She wanted to know why she was drawn to you. Well, she did find out- she was bisexual. You told her about your secret too. It didn’t last because you both wanted other people- she was still in love with Sirius and you well… you were crushing very, very badly on Lily-again.
It had been almost a month after you had returned to Hogwarts and in that month, you would always come face to face with James. It was like, he was exactly where you were. Was he following you? Nah… right?!
You started questioning that once he started flirting with you. You found it hilarious – you did reassure Lily that you didn’t like him; you gave her heads up, as a ‘friend’. She seemed relieved and your heart was beating faster until Potter interrupted.
“Hello, love. You look extraordinarily beautiful today. Are you tired, though?” he told you ‘seductively’. As if. He was good-looking, yes but you weren’t attracted to him. You took a moment to realize what he had said.
“Um, thanks? And no, why?” you asked curiously as you furrowed your eyebrows. He just shrugged as he plopped down next to you.
“Because you were wide awake in my dreams, doll” he said casually as your brows shot up and you almost snorted. You wanted to answer something to that but you couldn’t find the proper words. Something between ‘shut up’ and ‘I like Lily, back off’. But you stayed silent as you gave Lily an apologizing look-she just scoffed. Great. ‘Thank you, Potter’ you thought bitterly. 


Things like that had continued to happen for over a month. You really thought he was joking after a while, so you joked back.
“Hello there, dollface. Slept well?” he greeted you. You smiled warmly as you took a sip of your black tea.
“Good morning, handsome. Well, it could have been better” you cooed and winked at him. You saw the small movement under the table- Sirius and James high five.
And it hit you. He wasn’t joking. You suddenly stiffened as you felt Lily’s eyes burning holes. Was she mad became she liked him and he was flirting with you or because she liked you and… oh, no.
The day was really tough. Lily refused to talk to you and James wouldn’t leave you alone. You had enough. You were currently in the common room – it was the end of this horrifying day and it was late. You had just sat down by the fire when the Marauders came in and they (Sirius and James, really) were all over you. Again.  Lily came down as well because she wanted to apologize but she froze once he saw James a little too close to you for her liking.
‘Just my luck’ you thought.
“So, babydoll…” James began and you rolled your eyes to the pet name. Lily was a tad mad. Why did he get to call you that?
“Wanna go out with me? On a date?” he finally breathed out, not so sure of himself anymore. You were thrown off. It was one thing to joke around and even flirt- that was okay with you- and it was completely another to ask you out. You didn’t know whether to laugh or take him seriously. You decided to ease the rejection.
“That’s what you’ve been doing almost three months now?” you asked all of them. They nodded excitedly- if they only knew.
“We were trying to get Prongs here, a date with you. You just seemed like you could hit it off together” Sirius answered overly hyperactive. You had to tell them- but Lily was there. Screw it.
“Um, guys. I’m gay” you sheepishly told them. They were shocked, to say the least. As was Lily. She couldn’t believe that she hadn’t made a move…
“Well, that makes sense now” Remus said kindly and offered you a warm smile that you returned. If someone knew how it felt to be an outcast, that was him. He liked you, no matter your orientation. As a friend, of course.
“Wait, you mean… you like girls?” James asked as his cheeks were pink. You nodded, not trusting your voice enough to use it.
“That’s hot” Sirius commented and you snorted. Of course.
“I’m sorry James. You look like a nice guy, though” you tried to smooth the pain. He stared at you for a second but before he could answer, Lily found the courage to do what she wanted to for quite some time.
She walked right over you and gave you a playful look- you thought you might faint.
“So… about that date? You and me? Hogsmeade, this weekend?” she asked you, trying not to blush and failing miserably. You couldn’t help but to actually stop thinking. Did she just ask you out? You blinked a couple of times before smiling and whispering a soft ‘I would love to’.
“COME ON” James cried in agony and betrayal, because really, the two girls he liked, had a date with each other. Even Remus laughed at his friend.
Lily slipped her hand in your and intertwined your fingers together. You knew that you should be laughing as well, but your heart was hammering in your chest. It was playing a happy sequence as you were staring into her green eyes – and for once, they were looking at you the exact way you wanted them to.  

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‘why does tumblr always put Luigi in a dress its not like its canon!’

Idk here’s some examples from the top of my head but you tell me lmao

(also some fun things to note, in the second example M&L:SS Luigi not only looks like peach but sounds like her too. He’s a talented guy. He always seems to enjoy dressing up too, which is something interesting to note. Also the last one was included mostly as a joke. It is official though, these all are.)

Got7 Reaction: When their toddler feels insecure about their skin color

Anonie Asked:

hii, could you do a reaction for got7 when their toddler feels insecure at school bc of their skin colour?? idk why but I think it would be so cute when they’d tell their toddler how beautiful they are ^^

Mark: He picks up his four years old daughter from school one day, and she is quite which is not normal. He worries bout what happened today, so he gently asked her about her day. To which his daughter replies ‘that other kids don’t like me cause I’m dark”. this caught Mark by surprise, but he quickly snaps back to boost his daughter up a bit. “You know, little one, you are the perfect product of the most beautiful women in the world, which makes you the more beautiful Daughter in the world, no matter what anyone thinks of you.”   

JB: It was a special daddy-son day with JB and his 6-year-old at a local cafe. They laughed and joked with each other, but JB noticed how he kept pulling his sleeves down and kept trying to hide his face from the sun. JB asked what he was doing, and the little boy replied “I don’t want to get darker. I wanna be white like the other kids” It was so shocking to hear his boy speak like this about himself. He was really at a loss for words.

Jinyoung: His daughter came up to him after school and told him how the other kids said that she should use bleaching cream to be pretty. To which he greatly deny and made sure that she knew it.  “no no no don’t listen to those kids, they don’t know what real beauty is yet. But trust my little one, I do. And you are pure and genuine beauty. You are a princess.”

Jackson: Once he saw that you weren’t confident in her skin he had sure she presented herself with the same strong outlook like her mother. “when every you walk I never want you to look down okay. All way keep you chin up high, and a smile on you face. Cause the skin you are wearing now has  confidence and strength just like your mothers and mine” and we all now that Jackson can’t stay serious for a long time, so he just had to add “And if those little kids try and tell you anything other than that just hit them with that sass your momma had been teaching you. Neckroll and all.”

Youngjae: After hearing his son speak so lowly about his tanned skin he knew there was something you and him had to do to make your son aware of how special he his and how attractive he looks with his skin “maybe we should teach him more about your culture. yeah”  

Bambam: his 7-year-old came to him one day asking about whitening cream. lord knows how told him about that type of product but that was beside the point that his son was looking to whiten his skin after hearing the children in his class talkabout him. “you know, it took me almost a year for me to get with your mother and once we had you, I realized that all my hard work and perseverance was worth it. so the next time you hear anyone bothering you about your skin just remember that you are the product of hard work and power which makes you powerful”

Yugyeom: His daughter would pout at yugyeom telling him about her day at school and how the other kids kept making nasty comments about her skin. “well, you have one thing those kids don’t have” his daughter looks up at him confused “a dad that will get his little princess ice cream after school” her face light up with joy “really” she asked and yugyeom nods “yep, let’s go”