is he wearing the same thing in all of them

I think about how Zevran automatically puts on the Dalish Gloves and Antivan Boots no matter what other equipment he has on a lot…it fucks me up man.

Like, lets say that instead of the Warden buying his armor, he spends some of his own gold on a nice pair of leather gloves. They aren’t Antivan, but they’re of fine make, and the best he’s going to get in awhile.

But then the Warden hands him these random, beat up Dalish gloves because they remembered him talking about his mother.

They remembered this one conversation enough to keep these ratty things and hand them to him, because they cared enough about him to remember.

He’s never torn anything off his body so quickly as he did those nice, expensive gloves he bought, and never thinks about wearing them again.

Every year the Russian Team does a bar crawl. It’s a tradition now. They all have T-shirts that have Yakov’s face on the front (Above the word Фелстман bolded and underlined) and, on the back, a skater’s name in large bolded font below an alphabetized list of every skater Yakov’s ever had in much smaller text. They get new T-shirts every time someone new is added to the roster, so usually every year or two.

They change the T-shirts to include Yuuri, and also to change Viktor’s name to his married name. Yuuri has no idea that this is even a thing until he walks into the rink one morning to see Yuri skating around with a pile of bright purple T-shirts in his arms.

“Yo, Katsudon,” Yuri mutters when he gets to him, flipping through shirts distractedly. He’s almost a normal person this early in the morning, before the vitriol has settled into his bones for the day. “So your stupid husband didn’t tell us what size you are, but you wear his clothes all the time anyway and since you have the same last name it was just less complicated to order two of the same size. Here.” He drops them so quickly that Yuuri almost overbalances to catch them. He’s halfway across the rink by the time Yuuri straightens back up, making his way towards one of the Juniors who Yuuri thinks might be named Katya. 

“Ooh, the shirts came in,” Viktor says happily when he catches up. He takes one and holds it up to the light. The picture of Yakov on the front is…not exactly flattering. “Wow! They look even better than last year! Purple is a much better color than green.”

“What am I looking at?” Yuuri demands, staring dumbfounded at his own T-shirt.

“Yakov, of course,” Viktor says happily. He flips the shirt around. Yuuri startles at the giant, bold Кацуки-Никифоров on the back. Viktor scans the smaller text (Which is, weirdly enough, in the shape of a skating boot) and says, “Ah, here you are.” Yuuri leans over.

“Yeah, that’s…definitely my name,” Yuuri says, brows furrowing. Юрий Кацуки-Никифоров. It is, of course, right next to Виктор Кацуки-Никифоров. He’s familiar enough with the other skaters’ names to realize that the small text is Yakov’s roster. “Um, why though?” 

“I’m not sure!” Viktor says happily. “I came here after it started! I’ll go put these in our lockers. Start warming up please, Kitten!”

Viktor skates away. Yakov’s face seems to wink at him, over and over again, from where Viktor is clutching the shirts by his hip.

“After WHAT started?” Yuuri demands to the room at large. Nobody answers him.

Viktor eventually does explain what they are for, the afternoon before the bar crawl itself. He also shows Yuuri the dozen past bar crawl shirts he owns. The passage of time is indicated by the growing shirt sizes and Yakov’s hairline. Yakov had almost a full head of hair when Viktor first joined the roster.

“Does Yakov know about this?” Yuuri mutters, staring at the shirts in awe. 

“Oh, I’m sure he does,” Viktor says. “Lilia makes the shirt orders for us. It’s the only reason she’s not on the shirt too, honestly.”

Every single day, Yuuri is more and more amazed that Yakov Feltsman has not taken to the Siberian wilderness to live in seclusion and blessed silence. 

incredibly specific things about Bakugou’s wardrobe that i have noticed:

  • he owns lots and lots of black/dark blue tank tops
  • loves wearing baggy pants and probably buys them all a size or two larger than necessary just so he can pull off his Look™
  • wears an incredibly bright orange belt to hold up his way too large pants so they don’t fall down around his ankles. however he still wears his pants way too low despite the belt. child is dedicated to his Look™
  • owns way too many skull/Punisher t-shirts. i’m 98% sure he still wears the same brand that he wore as a child. refuses to change looks. will buy any t-shirt as long as it’s black and has a skull on it 
  • only ever wears loafers. sometimes boots. but always loafers
  • never wears socks (b/c the only time he wore them he got kidnapped. both times.)
Young!remus Headcanons ll

You guys seemed to really like my headcanons, so I decided to make a part two! Enjoy!


-He has terrible posture. It makes him look much shorter than he actually is. 

-He has a great poker face, and that’s one of the reasons why he barely ever gets in trouble for the pranks. 

-He bites his nails until they bleed.

-Remus wears mismatched socks, but not the neon colored ones. Like the nude toned ones.

-He. Is. Always. Warm. Like he’s literally a human heater.

-He talks with hand motions all the time (especially when he gets very passionate about something).

-He is ridiculously messy. The other three marauders often have to clean up after him.

-He has the most painful death stare you’ll ever see.

-Cannot be woken up. No but really, you can try but there is no possible way that Remus is going to wake up until his body wants him to. He once slept through a wrestling match between James and Sirius (which are very loud).

-He prefers baths over showers 100% of the time.

-He falls asleep in classes ALL. THE. TIME.

-Very faded freckles. Like you can barely see them unless you’re a couple inches away from his face.

-He cries when he laughs super hard.

-He never does his hair so it was always SUPER tangled. The only thing he did to it was after a shower he would run his fingers through it.

-Has a very long eyelashes.

-His fingers. Do i need to say more?

-He’s left handed.

-He swears all the time.

-His wardrobe mostly consists of sweaters and skinny jeans.

-However, he wears the same three sweaters until they’re so worn out that they’re basically just pieces of material barely stuck together, then he buys three new sweaters [repeat].

-But he had an emotional attachment to each article so he never got rid of any.

-He’s hella angsty.

Michael Mell is on the spectrum

In BMC- the clips we’ve seen of the show- in all the scenes where Michael is wearing his hoodie, if he is stressed, or has something to lose (when Jeremy is receiving the squip and Michael is apprehensive, when Jeremy goes to get the girl, when Jeremy stomps off after saying he hates the school, when Jeremy hasn’t acknowledged him all day because of optic nerve blocking, when Jeremy chooses to side with the squip and the upgrade instead of following Michael, etc) whenever something stressful, unnerving, or hurtful happens- MICHAEL WEARS THE HOOD UP TO COVER HIS HEAD-
This may not seem like a big deal to some people but as someone on the autism spectrum- this is a clear coping mechanism that a lot of people on the spectrum use-
It helps to kind of hide you a bit and give you some kind of little relief and sanctuary- the same thing with headphones- wearing headphones can help block out unwanted noise that you are overly sensitive to and drown it out with noise that brings you comfort (in michael’s case- sometimes Bob Marley)
Another common trait in people on the spectrum, is anxiety over change. People on the spectrum typically grow attached and accustomed to their routines and get startled and disoriented by change. This is another trait that can be seen in michael- in the opening number- he is introduced for the very first time singing:
“Jeremy, my buddy, how’s it hanging? Lunch is banging. Got my sushi, got my slushy and more!”
First of all, it is arguable that when Michael says “Got my sushi, got my slushy, and more” it is a glimpse of these said patterns that tend to fall into place and make people on the spectrum more at ease. Notice how he doesn’t say “I got sushi and a slushy” he says “got my sushi, got my slushy”- he states it simply like this because Jeremy is his best friend and knows his patterns and habits- which is why he so plainly states it like everybody knows about them. I think this is an example of Michael’s system- he gets his sushi, he gets his slushy, he listens to his music, he wears his same hoodie, and he goes to school.
Second of all (and this is more debatable than the rest) before Michael goes on to share his routinely patterns, something that stuck out to me was that Michael wasn’t as socially adept as other characters- he addresses his friend and does the socially acceptable thing by asking how he is doing, but then immediately moves on without receiving an answer. This isn’t because he is selfish or a dick- in my mind it’s another trait of people on the spectrum. For people with high functioning autism, social interactions can be extremely difficult because it is hard to comprehend what is socially acceptable and what isn’t. This can make some relationships hard because they may come off as rude or uncaring when in reality they just aren’t able to easily slide into conversation and act completely normally.
Third of all, when he says “and more” I thought it was cute because it showed his excitement for having accomplished something. For people off of the spectrum, little things like accepting a little change isn’t anything out of the norm because life is unpredictable and things change all the time. But for people on the spectrum, even little things like being able to roll with one simple change can be a huge victory. Change is a lot harder for us so being able to deal with slight change is a big deal. After this line- Michael says “the roll was Mekhi maki and I’m feeling kind of cocky, cause the girl at sev-elev gave me a generous pour”. Just the little change of the extra pour, extra slushy, Michael was able to accept and that was a win for him, enough to make him feel confident and cocky.

Throughout the musical and album there is more evidence of this but I think that it is at least debatable that Michael may be on the spectrum. Honestly it wouldn’t surprise me for George Salazar to portray a character like that as he has been good with mental health representation in the past. I honestly love the idea of an autistic character in a musical because there isn’t a whole lot of positive representation elsewhere. You don’t have to agree but I’m probably going to always see Michael now as a representation for me

so im absolutely obsessed with @skyesentinels ‘s youtube au and i got an IdeaTM (pls read the voltron youtube au frfr it’s s o good)

-For april fools, Keith and Pidge make a new channel for ‘supernatural hunting and alien spotting’
     -The video they post is just them running around Keith’s apartment while lance chases them while wearing a bedsheet
          -there are many gifs of lance tripping and face planting because he can’t see
-they all think it’s just an one time thing they did for a funny april fools thing but no
     -the fans won’t allow it
     
-the channel somehow gets to 100,000 subscribers, and keith and pidge get sent an actual silver play button from youtube for a channel they made as a joke
      -then they realize that they can’t just let the channel die now
-So they continue making videos
-they start out mostly the same as the first video, just obviously fake ‘paranormal activity’ while someone chases them
     -there are also many gifs of shiro dragging keith away while being the ‘ghost’
     -also many, many audio clips of keith’s high pitched screaming as this is done
-Lance is a fan favorite in these videos because he always ends up screaming and falling into keith’s arms
     -the klance shippers l i v e for this channel
-shiro is the worst to have in these videos unless he’s the ghost
     -shiro: maybe the real ghost was the friends we made along the way
     -keith: sh u t up shiro this is s e r i o u s
     -”yea i’d punch a ghost. I’d fight every single ghost in the astral plane. im not scared”
-there’s a video of keith filming lance in the middle of his morning routine and yelling “look guys! It’s a ghost, and it’s hideous
     -the rest of the video is the camera shaking while keith runs for his life
-there are x-file memes everywhere
     -every single video there are new clips on tumblr with the x-files theme playing
-g h o s t  a d v e n t u r e  m e m e s
     -”My name is Keith Kogane. I’ve never believed in ghosts until I came face to face with one. So I set out on a quest to capture what I once saw onto video….With no big camera crews following us around, I am joined only by my fellow investigator Pidge Holt and our equipment tech Hunk Garrett. The three of us will travel to the some of most highly active paranormal locations, where we will spend an entire night, being locked down from dusk until dawn….Raw…Extreme…These are our Ghost Adventures.”
     -this leads the fandom to make memes about zak bagans being keith’s boyfriend
     -lance doesn’t realize that it’s all a meme and he’s??? So confused?? Like i thought keith and i bonded???? Who is zak and what does he have that i dont???????
      -”zak bagans is my boyfriend and i would die for him” -keith probably
      -keith does have a lowkey unironic crush on zak bagans and the only one that knows is shiro
-then they start making other videos of them doing things like looking for aliens/bigfoot/mothman ect
     -everyone likes these videos too because keith almost always starts ranting that mothman is r e a l.
     -pidge does the same but with nessie
-this leads to them making videos about conspiracy theories
     -these are basically just 30 minute long unedited videos of them screaming about cryptids
-they also start doing those cursed games like the bath game and midnight game
     -they get the whole gang together to play the midnight game but it’s basically just them sitting in a dark room with candles pretending to feel stuf
     -except lance who claims he’s actually feeling things, but in reality its just keith messing with him
-their videos sometimes end with the police showing up one way or another
      -once they had to pause making a video because keith screamed so loud that his neighbors thought he was dying so now there’s footage of keith awkwardly explaining to a police officer what they were doing
      -the fandom has started making bets to whether or not the police will show up in the next video or not
-theres a compilation of videos from pidge’s snapchat that are just a slow zoom of keith’s face as he does something with the caption ‘caught a cryptid on video!!!!!!!!’
     -keith tried to get her back but he’s much less sneaky about it so most of keith’s video’s usually end with pidge tackling him
-the fans get ‘#cryptidkeith’ treading on twitter and keith wants to die
     -most of it is edits of keith’s face of bigfoot or screenshots of keith in the background of a shot with that red circle and zoom in of him (see: @keithsightings)
     -theres also a lot of keith x mothman
     -keith has never been more impressed and also disgusted by his fandom

Ok, so something sad that happenes but it gets better.

Flug, while mixing chemicals together one day for an invisibility serum, manages to somehow grab the wrong chemical to mix with the one hes currently holding, because he was busy shouting at Demencia to “PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE IT SHATTERS!”, and the mixutre ends up exploding in his eyes. The rest of his face is fine, but his eyes become damaged. He becomes black and white colorblind. Hes only able to see in monochrome. His visions slightly blurry too, but aside from that and now being colorblind, he’s ok.

This wouldnt be such a problem, except that he needs to be able to see the colors of certain wires to make certain inventions work correctly, and he needs to be able to see the colors of different chemicals so that he doesnt cause a wider scale explosion in the lab.

For a while he makes things work. He has to work a bit slower on some inventions, and he often needs Demencia’s help in differentiating colors of liquids and machine parts and such, but other than the slower pace, which agravates Black Hat a good bit, all is the same as it was before the incident.

One day however, Flug comes into the lab to find a suprise on table: a pair of goggles that will fit over the bag he wears. (Prior to this he didnt wear goggles over the bag. He just had eyeholes cut out of it.)

He goes to put them on, and almost screams when he does because EVERYTHING IS BRIGHT AGAIN!!

The goggles turn out to have lenses in them that can correct colorblindness and “Holy shit I CAN SEE THE COLORS AGAIN!! THIS IS AMAZING!!”

Demencia walks in the lab with 5.0.5 in tow, and notices Flug walking around, looking at everything, clearly happy about something. And then she notices the goggles.

“Neat goggles you got there! Where’d they come from?”

“I don’t know but Demencia, they allow me to see colors again!!!!”

And shes kinda suprised because “Wait they make goggles like that?!”

And Flugs just so happy because he can finally do his work again without depending on someone else to help him, and this will speed up his work process againc and Black Hat won’t be so upset with his work time and -

“Wait, Demencia, you didn’t get these for me?”

“Nope, no idea where they came from.”

He’s a bit puzzeled, because these goggles obviously didnt just show up out of nowhere. Someone got them for him. Someone who knew he was colorblind.

Someone who wasn’t Demencia, and certainly not 5.0.5.

That left one person. Well, demon more like it.

Flug walks to Black Hats office, and opens the door just slightly to see that his boss is busy filling out that years tax forms, because “We may be a team of villains, but we still live in a house and own a business, and as such we owe taxes to the idiotic government that runs this country, and I will NOT have my company run to the ground because of tax evasion!!”
Flug waits until he finishes writing up the page he’s on, and then steps into the office the whole way.

“What is it that you require Dr. I’m very busy at the moment and you have orders to fill.”

“Well um, Sir I just..just wanted to let you know that those orders you gave me yesterday? They’ll uh..they’ll be done by tomorrow. Tomorrow morning actually.”

Black Hat looks up at that because “Flugs work has taken longer than two days since the incident that doesn’t add up” and then he notices the goggles.

“What’s with the new headwear Flug?”

“Oh the goggles? They appeared on my um. My desk this morning. They actually..they correct my vision?”

“…meaning?”

“I can..i can see colors again Sir.”

Black Hat sits back for a minute, taking in the information.

“Is that why you’ll have those orders done so quickly compared to your normal time?”

“Yes Sir.”

“…fair enough. Make sure they’re as good quality wise as the ones you’ve been producing. We don’t want to sell rushed work to our clients and ruin our reputation now do we?”

“No Sir, of course not. I’ll um..i’ll have them ready and done well by tomorrow morning for you.”

“Good. Now go back to working on them, I need to finish these forms, least my company go down the drain from failing to comply with thw government’s asinine rules.”

Flug turns to leave, and gets halfway out the door, before turning back to Black Hat.

“You wouldnt..you wouldn’t happen to have been the one who got the goggles for me, were you Sir?”

Black Hat looks up, small scowl on his face.

“Of course not Dr. Why would I ever do such a thing like that? I have no idea who gave them to you. Just be greatful that you have them now and get back to work.”

“Yes Sir, will do.”

And with that Flug leaves.

He doesn’t see the small smile on Black Hats face after he leavws because “he liked the goggles I got for him.”

been rereading some of the later watch books, and it just strikes me, sometimes, how real the relationship between sam and sybil is, and how much i appreciate that? 

like, they’re good for each other, but neither of them are perfect – they do things that irritate one another and that the other just does not understand or wishes they would do differently, and they talk about the things that they actually think they can discuss and come to an agreement on, but just sort of set aside the rest because, well, it’s not a big deal and it’s sort of what you sign up for when you marry a dedicated watchman/a wealthy aristocrat. 

and she does things like darn his socks, because she thinks that’s what a wife is supposed to do, and she’s terrible at it but he wears them everyday all the same because she did it for him and nobody in his life ever did anything just because they wanted to do something nice for him. 

(and also i kind of really appreciate that all the Traditionally Female things that women do in history and in fantasy stories – follow the soldiers into battle, cook for them, care for them, etc – are portrayed as strengths. like, you don’t have to carry a sword into battle in order to be strong and necessary. it’s explicitly stated that women like that, who would give birth on the back of a camel and tend to “the pieces of her husbands and sons” that came back from war, are a breed that, when called upon, turns into solid steel.

because it takes extraordinary strength to care. sybil certainly has her badass moments, from taking a sword down from the wall and charging the guards who came to arrest her, to siccing her dragons on an assassin and literally vaporizing him – but she also has her badass moments in singing a dwarf opera and the simple fact that her faith in the night watch is what gave them strength and courage when they felt “several letters of the alphabet away” from bucked-up. sybil cares, and that is what makes her strong.)

and the relationship between her and sam isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t have to be, in order to be happy and loving. i just think it’s a lot more beautiful, and realistic, to have a couple who do get irritated with each other and exasperated and who both swear that only the other one snores – and have that portrayed as happy. because the butterflies and “oh they’re just perfect for me in every way!” fades with time and leaves you with whoever the two of you simply are. and sometimes there are edges that don’t quite fit but you shouldn’t file them down, you just… find ways to make it work, because you want to.

because love is a choice, at the end of the day. and love isn’t perfect and sometimes it’s messy and sometimes you argue, but it’s still good and it doesn’t have to be perfect to be happy and worth having.

Luminescence

Anon asked:

“I hope I’m doing this right, I don’t know if you’d be ok with a poly relationship fic with Sope? I love those two boys so much. I’d really like to see a story with them sharing their love and friendship and lots of fluff and yoongi dying from how cute Hoseok and their significant other is and the other members just looking at them and being amazed how well their relationship is and admiring the cute. Sorry if this is weird 😭 and thank you.”

Yes, you are doing it right. VERY RIGHT BECAUSE WHO DOESN’T LOVE POLY!SOPE????? Why did I name it Luminescence? Because they are both the light of the Reader’s life, and the Reader is theirs. So cheesy, I know.  This is my first time writing a poly one shot. Hope you enjoy~ 2k words

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader x Jung Hoseok

Genre: Poly AU!, lots of fluff, implied sex (although I might actually write it separately fml, let me know if you would like that), College AU!

Originally posted by lesbianbts

Yoongi was never fond of sharing, especially the person he considered as the love of his life – you. There were so many things that unexpectedly came out in his life, and one of them was that he ended up feeling for a openly happy, innocent girl like you; which highly contrasted his outward stoic personality. Not that he hated that – he loved you with all his heart, and you did too, just as much.

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I Was Here | Pt. 2

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x ??

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1161

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Originally posted by chokaivlicious


❥ “Although I was the one who was waiting for you, someone else got you.”


Love.

From a small age on, your mother had always taught you that love was something very beautiful and precious. Every time she’d talked about love, her eyes sparkled and a laughter welled up on her lips. She told you that love was able to make a person happy, that love was able to make you smile, trust and treasure someone. But she had never told you that love could be cruel. That it was able to hurt you. That it could be the reason for your tears. That it was able to destroy you..

You would never have imagined that such a short word would be capable to do such things to you.

 Until you met your husband..


“I’m sorry, Y/N. I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have as soon as possible but as you said, I’m not giving up on her..“

After hearing those words, your whole body strained as it convulsed in pain. Slowly, you stepped out of his arms and wiped your tears away.

You looked into your husband’s eyes. Those eyes that always sparkled whenever they saw your best friend were now looking at you like they were hollow.

He chose her.

A sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “So that’s it then? You make me fall for you without the intention of catching me, I let you in and trust you with my heart and you just abandon me like it never meant a thing. You expect me to just be able to go on with my life like nothing ever happened. Like we never got married. Like we never lived in the same house for two years. Like I never loved you..”

Taehyung averted his eyes and run his fingers trough his silky hair. He took a step forward in order to reach out for you but stopped when he saw how you backed away. “I never gave you hope, Y/N..”

“I never said that you gave me hope, Taehyung.”

Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit. “What do you want then?”

Taking a deep breath, you tried to hold your tears back. “I want you to give me hope..” 

You watched how your husband’s confused expression changed when he understood what you were trying to say. “Y/N, I’m really sorry.. I just can’t let her go. She needs me..”

Another sarcastic laugh escaped your mouth. “And what about me, Taehyung? What if I need you more than you can imagine? I don’t know if you care but I love you..”

“Then stop loving me, Y/N! I don’t need your love! I already told you that I’m in love with her! What else should I do so that you can understand it?! I don’t want you in my life!”

“Taehyung!” You heard Hani hiss beside your husband.

The minute Taehyung realized what he said, his eyes widened and he tried to reach out for you for the second time but your best friend held his hand in order to stop him.

You stared at their intertwined fingers. They fit perfectly as if they were made for each other.

Right before your husband could say anything, you turned around so that they couldn’t see the new tears that were ready to roll down your face and hissed. “Get out!”

“Y/N I-”

“I SAID GET OUT!”

Stay. I need you more than you think..


It has been two weeks since you last saw him. Hours have passed, days have passed, weeks have passed. But the pain that you felt in your chest didn’t. On the contrary, it was hurting more and more as time passed on.

You knew that you have passed your time with fake joys. Every memory with him was permanent in your mind. It wouldn’t want to leave nor would it like to understand that it was hurting you.

How should you cope with all those memories all by yourself? He was replacing those memories with her, whereas you were holding tight to them because they were the only things that remained of him.

Was it really time for you to let go? Was it really time to give up on him?


You were sitting in front of your husband and best friend, fiddling with the hem of your dress that you decided to wear since they invited you to this fancy restaurant because they wanted to tell you something, as they said, very important.

They looked the same, happy and in love, while the heavy bags under your eyes were shouting that you were the only one hurting and suffering.

You cleared your voice in order to get their attention and smiled at them with a fake smile plastered on your lips. “So? Why did you two invite me here?”

Hani smiled brightly at you. “We want to tell you something very important, Y/N!”

She looked really happy and excited. You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, showing them that you were ready to hear whatever they were planning to say.

Suddenly, Hani lifted her left hand that was wearing a ring and beamed loudly. “We’re getting married!”

The minute you heard those words, you felt like you were hit by a truck. Shocked, you averted your eyes to Taehyung for the first time that night. He wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were fixed on her smiling face, his face not showing any sign of hurt or shame.

This time, you looked down at your hand and at the ring that was gracing your finger.

He wasn’t yours. He never was.

You closed your eyes for a short time in order to control your tears. When you were ready, you looked up at them with yet again the fake smile on your lips. “C-Congratulations!”

You watched how Hani kissed your husbands cheek before thanking you. 

Why was everything starting to get blurry?

“We also wanted to ask when you would sign the divorce papers that Taehyung sent you weeks ago.” Hani added with a now forced smile on her lips.

“I-I..”

“Y/N!”

Suddenly, you felt a strong grip around your wrist that yanked you up from your chair and pulled you into a bone crushing hug.

Before you could see who it was or understand what was happening, the unknown person leaned down to your ear and whispered. “I know you don’t know me but don’t say anything. Just play along.”

Leaning back, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and smiled brightly when he saw your shocked and confused face. Tapping your nose with his index finger, he chuckled loudly before hugging you tighter. “Yah, aren’t you happy to see your boyfriend?”

Wait, what?!

BTS reaction to their S/O stealing their hoodies

requested by anon


Seokjin

Jin doesn’t mind sharing his clothes with you since there is nothing better for him than seeing you wrapped up in one of his sweaters.

“You know, you should keep that sweater. It looks better on you than me! Although they are a little big on you.”

“And whose fault is that mister ‘shoulders too wide for our doorframe’.”

“Hey!” 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi

Yoongi would be more than happy to give his sweaters to you. Sometimes he would get a little to excited…

“Why are you so excited to give me your sweaters. Don’t get me wrong, I love it! I’m just curious.”

“I just want my baby to be warm and comfortable at all times… Is there something wrong with that??”

“Yoongi.”

“Fine, I think they look really good on you, plus I want everyone to know that you are mine…happy?”

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

Namjoon

Namjoon would absolutely love it to see his sweaters on you. He would think that you look adorable in them, with the long sleeves giving you permanent sweater paws and the big size of them making you look small and vulnerable.

“Of course you can take my sweaters. I love how they make you look so comfortable. It’s honestly more attractive than those tight and short clothes you sometimes wear.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Hoseok

Hobi would play like he doesn’t know that you are stealing his sweaters. He would enjoy seeing you in them too much. He also likes to tease you about it.

“Have you seen my purple sweater? I can’t find it”

“No, that’s weird. I haven’t seen it in a while…”

“Weird indeed… what about my blue one?”

“Nope, no idea where it could be, sorry. Maybe the washing machine ate it… oh, would you look at the time, I have to go. Byeeeeeeeee!”

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Jimin

Jimin would love to give you his sweaters… but he would also get kind of jealous sometimes.

“You said my sweaters feel like a big hug, but why wear them when you can have the real thing?!”

“How about you give me your sweater and we cuddle anyway?”

“Deal!”

Originally posted by weightliftingfairyparkjimin

Taehyung

Tae wouldn’t understand the appeal of you wearing his sweaters initially, but after you explained to him what it’s all about he would be more than happy to lend you his sweaters.

“Babe, if you like my sweaters so much, let me just buy some for you. I would love that!”

“I don’t want any sweaters… it wouldn’t be the same if they didn’t smell like you!”

“Aaaaaaaaah…”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jeongguk

Kookie would let you take his sweaters… but not without a fight.

“Honestly, all you do is take my sweaters! I have nothing left to wear! Can you please give me some of my sweaters back?”

“I always give them back to you when they don’t smell like you anymore!”

“Yah! Then why do I not have a single sweater left in my closet?”

“That’s because you only own two sweaters! The rest of your closet is filled with white t-shirts. NOT MY FAULT THAT I HAPPEN TO HAVE BOTH OF THEM.”

Originally posted by myjaebutt


-Admin Krümmel

     I get that Buster wearing an over-sized shirt is  “ cute “  but I’m a bit tired of people ignoring WHY he’s wearing such a shirt and saying how ‘funny’ or ‘cute’ this scene is because of it. The creators said Buster ‘dresses to impress’ and I believe this symbolizes a few things here.

     If you take a look at the room, you can see Moon probably was there for a bit. Eddie appeared to have bought them a pizza to eat, and even made a little bed for his friend. Sounds like a typical thing I do for my own friends! I’ll even spare them clothes to wear. But consider this:

                  MOON HAD NO HOME TO GO BACK TO.

     When the theater crumbled down, Buster lost all of his belongings … plus the only place he counted as his “house”, for he was sleeping in the drawer. Probably couldn’t afford his own place, AND the theater at the same time. All he got to take back with him was the clothes on his back, his father’s old car wash bucket, and the picture frame of when he first opened the theater.

     So, the shirt Eddie offered him to wear, deep down, is kind of … sad. Moon is probably washing the ONLY outfit he himself owns, but he probably doesn’t even care that much at that point. There is no reason to dress to impress anymore. Eddie is a good friend for letting him wear an old college shirt, even if its a bit big on Buster. 

     The whole scene when everyone comes to help Buster, and he tells them “NONE OF THIS IS OKAY” says a lot, really. He isn’t lying anymore. He isn’t going to pretend. From this moment, we can see the amazing character development the characters have went through so far —— and how despite Moon lying, and that there is no prize, and that there is no theater … everyone still comes around to SUPPORT Moon, and wishing to do the show. 

     He ignores any sort of help, for he is hopeless at this point. He doesn’t CARE how someone sees him at this point. This is so against his character beforehand, so we can tell how broken Buster is in this.

     Hell, even when he’s reading the newspaper, and what they said to him … do you know what he does? HE BOWS. As if he’s like  “this is me. this is all i am. this is what my life is.” and he does later say this! Admitting how AFRAID he is. Well —— wouldn’t you be in his situation? 

     So, I don’t find this scene cute at all. It’s really sad really.

72 Hours - {Peter Parker}

Requested:

‘I just wanted to ask if you could maybe write something about the reader being best friends with peter and secretly loving him and the reader has a shitty relationship with her mum like they never get along and one day they get into a massive fight and peter figures out that there’s something wrong with the reader because she’s falling asleep in classes and not talking at all and yeah’

‘Peter Parker imagine where he finds out the reader has insomnia and freaks out when she tells him she hasn’t slept in over 72 hours and makes her rest ??? Idk if that makes sense but love your work :)’

Warnings: Mentions of insomnia

Words: 904


Since the moment your alarm went off, you knew it was going to be a bad day. You’d had 0 hours of sleep, couldn’t find your favourite shirt, Stepped on that crooked nail hanging out of the bathroom floor and even ran out of your favourite cereal. To add to this, your mother was nowhere to be seen after last night’s argument which happened to be worse than others.

You were in no mood for Flash’s nonsense so when he’d tried to make a rude remark, it took everything in you not to punch him right in his extremely punchable face. Instead you’d grabbed his water bottle and tipped the contents over his head without hesitation.

Not even getting to sit besides Peter Parker in Chemistry, your best friend and long term crush could put a smile on your face. You’d admit that seeing the curly haired science nerd made your heart flutter but that was nothing compared to the usual near-heart attack he gave you.

Peter knew everything about you, from your favourite colour to your sleeping problems and issues with your mom. After all, these issues had resulted in you staying over at his house once or twice.

“Hey Y/N!” Peter quirked, a large smile adorned his features and if you weren’t at the lowest of lows right now, you would’ve smiled back. Unable to work up the energy to reply, you simply closed your eyes and rested your head on the grimy desk.

Peter could tell straight away that something was wrong. It may have been from the large bags beneath your eyes or the way you kept drifting off during the double lesson, probably both.

His Spidey senses could sense a lot, But Peter didn’t need them to let him know when something was bothering his best friend.

Throughout the lesson he kept the teacher’s attention off of your exhausted figure, ran his fingers up and down your back soothingly and took note of all the work for you to catch on when you weren’t so… down.

By lunchtime you hadn’t spoken a single word, your mind too occupied running over the argument with your mom and the fact that if you didn’t get some sleep soon, you’d probably pass out in the library, where both you and Peter sat away from everyone else. Your figures were hidden as you sat on the two person beanbag sheltered by old, dusty bookshelf’s. If you squinted your eyes you could make out the title of some book about Shakespeare.

“You know Y/N, you can tell me anything” Peter says, his voice filled with concern. “I know something’s wrong, you haven’t spoken all day and you fell asleep in Chem, when was the last time you slept?”

You let out a sigh, your eyes not leaving the ground. “I guess around 72 hours ago? I don’t know”

Peter sighs and grabs your hand, tangling his fingers with yours. The gesture is calming and one that you wish would happen more often.

“Have things been getting worse with your mom?” He asks, although Peter knows the answer.

“Yeah” You say, playing with your intertwined hands “She wasn’t there when i woke up this morning though, might not there tonight either”

“How about you stay at mine tonight? You know May loves having another girl in the apartment and I recently downloaded baby driver, I’ve been waiting for the right time to watch it”

“No Peter really it’s okay, i’ll just go home and-”

“Seriously Y/N, you even told me yourself that you sleep better at my place, just come home with me and I can let you borrow a shirt and some sweatpants” He says “I’ll even make those Chocolate chip pancakes that you really like for breakfast tomorrow!”

You can’t help but smile at Peter as his eyes widen with excitement.

As soon as Peter mentions borrowing his clothes you’re sold, you even can’t help but hope it’s the same oversized, dark blue shirt he let you wear last time.

Since that night, every time Peter wore that damn dark blue shirt to school your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, your mind replayed the way Peter looked at you that night. He thought you looked like an angel in his clothes, and god how he wanted to see you in them again.

You noticed all the little things about him like the way he flicked his hair when he was mid sentence, or the way he’d stuff his hands in his sweater when he got nervous.

You knew that most of the time, his hands were warm- but not too warm except for when he was about to do something that was out of his comfort zone, then they were cold and shook like a Chihuahua.

“Yeah, okay” You say “But remember, you’ve promised me pancakes now, Parker”

You’d be lying if you said nothing happened between you two that night.

Don’t think too far ahead- it was just a simple kiss that happened in the most innocent way possible. Baby driver was playing in the background, your head was resting on his shoulder and you were dressed head to toe in his clothes.

Admittedly, his hands were cold as they rested on your cheek, moving no lower and your breath probably smelt like the pizza May had ordered for dinner, but you’d have it no other way.

Originally posted by matt-daddario

I’m A Good Girl

Summary: Dean has the reader wear something different when they’re alone for the weekend…

Square Filled: Collars

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Rating: explicit (smut (collar play, use of a butt plug), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo 


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Soulmate S.Coups

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

When someone gave you a new nickname or directed a new compliment your way, it would make you pause, a fuzzy soft feeling rising in your chest. You knew that the new label would be appearing, written out in inky black letters, somewhere on your soulmate’s skin. Or when someone used a common nickname, or said something which had been said about you before, you tired to picture the letters growing larger, like they always did when a label was repeated. 

And just as you loved receiving any tidbit of information about your soulmate in the form of the words on your own skin, you hoped they would love receiving bits about you as well.

When someone called you something awful, however, it settled very uncomfortably with you. You knew that your soulmate would know. They would see the flaw printed out on their body. You dreaded the idea that it might change their perception of you.

Of course, you weren’t entirely sure they would understand everything. Because, as far as you knew, your soulmate seemed to be Korean.

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Domestic Victuuri Headcanons
  • Victor is typically awake first, so he got into the habit of making coffee for the two of them in the morning. 
  • Yuuri always makes two cups of herbal tea for the two of them to drink before bed. 
  • Saturday evening is date night where they go out and try something new. 
  • They invite Yurio over for game night on Fridays. Sometimes he brings Mila. All of them have tons of fun. 
  • Victor likes to braid Yuuri’s hair as it gets longer. 
  • They both have Spotify playlists made for each other that they listen to exclusively. 
  • Yuuri teaches Victor about weird American pop culture when they visit his alma mater in the summer. 
  • They take cooking lessons together. 
  • All of their routines are co-choreographed. 
  • Every time Victor finishes practicing a routine, Yuuri runs out and tackles him with kisses. 
  • Victor does the same thing.
  • Yuuri loves giving Victor little gifts; little things that made Yuuri think of him throughout the day. 
  • Victor is all about compliments; he is literally Amazed™ at everything Yuuri does. 
  • Will never stop holding hands.
  • They have a prank war and involve everyone at the rink, much to Yakov’s dismay.
  • They decide to get matching custom hoodies and they always wear them to practice.
  • They love each other forever.
Burnt Out // Sirius Black

A/N: another shitty old draft with a terrible ending that no one asked for and isn’t what i’m supposed to be writing :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Originally posted by it-is-just-the-begining

In all your years at Hogwarts, one thing remained constant - Sirius Black always had a smile on his face, until now. You knew Sirius enough to know something was wrong. The whole school was buzzing with joy and excitement - the Christmas spirit. The annual Gryffindor Christmas Party was happily bustling along in the common room. Usually, Sirius was the life of the party. Dancing, telling jokes, keeping the alcohol stocked - it was his thing. 

But this year, he stood by the fireplace with a lifeless expression on his face. Kids were raising hell all around him, laughing and downing cup after cup of firewhisky. This year, James had enchanted them to automatically fill back up once empty, so you knew this blowout would ultimately end in buckets of vomit and the infirmary running to the brim with hungover, cranky Gryffindors in the morning. Marlene McKinnon cackled across the room. She clung to Sirius like her life depended on it, giggling and drunkenly flashing cleavage in his face. You smiled softly to yourself at Marlene’s behavior and when you looked up, Sirius was looking at you. 

Most people would say Sirius’ best feature was his hair, but you disagreed. His eyes stuck out to you. They were a light, misty gray color that made you think of thick morning fog on the hills and the smooth silver locket your mother always wore around her neck. They reminded you of your grandmother’s thin wispy locks piled on her head like the crown she deserved to wear. They were pulchritudinous and alluring, but above all things, soft and gentle. His eyes were warm and inviting, but mysteriously deep and full of stories at the same time somehow, and that’s what made them so complicatedly beautiful.

Tonight though, they weren’t. They’d lost their sparkle of happiness. He looked at you with eyes like a hard slate of steel. You cocked your head to the side, smile slipping into a hard line. You stood gazing back at the inky haired boy across the room, nibbling on your bottom lip. You didn’t think you’d noticed how breathtaking Sirius Black was until now. He was a ball of pure sunshine most days, a burning flame. But, now his fire had gone out and you saw vulnerability and imperfection. You saw Sirius for the human he was, not for the light he pretended to be. 

You were pulled abruptly from your trance as Marlene whisked Sirius away. You blinked a couple times before shaking your head and stumbling to the cup counter. You picked up a red solo cup, muttering James’ incantation for the automatic refills and downed a couple of cupfuls, distracting yourself from Sirius and directing your attention to a hammered Gryffindor boy a year above you.

It didn’t take him long to be stolen away from you by a few of his friends. Sighing, you plopped down on the bottom step leading up to the boys’ dorms. You watched the party around you. The chaos of it all always intrigued you. It wasn’t long before a seething Marlene Mckinnon stomped past you, Sirius following feet behind her. He stopped where you were, sitting down beside you. 

You took a sip of your drink before turning your head to look at him, “What was that about?”  

“You know how Marlene is,” he said, lighting a cigarette. “She throws a fit when she doesn’t get what she wants.” 

“Yeah?” you asked, playfully ramming your shoulder into his. “And what is it that she wanted?” 

He sighed heavily, smoke billowing out from between his lips and shook his head, turning to you. “You wanna get out of here?” 

“Gladly,” you said, taking the hand Sirius offered you. You let him pull you through oceans of people and out of the common room. He led you through the portrait hole and into the hauntingly vacant halls of after hours Hogwarts. Sirius didn’t stop outside of the Gryffindor Tower, though. He continued to hold your hand in his own regardless of the fact that he couldn’t possibly lose you in these empty, commotion free hallways. You didn’t mind though. You followed at his heels until he came to an abrupt halt.  

“Why are we stopping?” you asked. 

A smirk crawled onto his face slowly as he started to tap on the nearest window. You furrowed your eyebrows. The hallway you were on looked out over the Black Lake and was full of windows. Each was long and rectangular, stretching about two inches from both the floor and the ceiling. It was magnificent at night; stars twinkling through the glass and casting soft shadows throughout the tunnel like way. Sirius didn’t seem to notice though. He pushed on the window softly, and your eyes widened. 

The window swung open like a door, revealing a dark room. Sirius stepped through and for seconds, you thought he might fall. He smiled from inside, tugging softly on the hand he still held. You stepped through in complete awe. Hogwarts had many secrets, you knew that, but you never thought you might discover one of them. Instinctively, Sirius wielded your wand, whispering, “Lumos…” 

The room instantly lightened and Sirius walked to the center of the room, pulling a string hanging from the ceiling. Around the room, several pedestals appeared, each holding a circular crystal ball holding a blueish light. The balls of light lit up the entire room. Sirius returned to you as you gawked at all the moving portraits. Each depicted a child, no older than you or Sirius, completing highly advanced magical endeavors - taming trolls, riding graphorns, battling quintapeds. On the opposite wall as you, a golden jewel covered box sat on yet another pedestal. You turned to Sirius, “What’s in the box?” 

Sirius stuffed his wand down in his pocket, “Open it.” 

You let your fingers slip through his and approached the box. It was rectangular and the top hand no hinges. You ran your fingers along clusters of ruby, sapphire, emerald, and amber before sliding the heavy top off the matching box. Reaching inside, you pulled out a wooden goblet. You cocked your head to the side, “What is this?” 

“Looks like a prehistoric goblet to me,” Sirius answered, plucking it from your hands and inspecting it himself. 

You snatched it back, “You mean, you don’t know what it is?”  

“I’ve never opened the box before,” he told you, leaning against the wall. “Thought there might be something dangerous in there.”

You put the cup back into the box hastily, glaring at Sirius playfully. You knew he would never truly let anything hurt you. He cracked a small smile and you couldn’t help but to grin back. He sighed, “This room could use some chairs, wouldn’t you think?” 

“I don’t think this room is meant for sitting,” you said, plopping down on the floor regardless. “I think it’s a room for reminiscing, like history museums, or something…” 

Sirius sat down next to you, “What are you plans for Christmas?” 

“The same as they are every year,” you answered shortly. “What about you? What do the Blacks do to get into the Christmas cheer?” 

“Easy answer,” he laughed. “We don’t.” 

“Oh c’mon,” you rolled your eyes. “Christmas cheer is infectious, like the bloody flu. You can’t even buy a coffee in December without seeing at least one sad bloke dressed up like Santa.” 

“Yeah, well if that’s the case, we’re immune,” he snorted. 

You propped you head up on your nears, narrowing your eyes, “I don’t believe that Sirius Black, an actual ball of sunshine, is immune to the Christmas spirit. I refuse to.” 

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning back onto the floor, sliding his hands to use as a makeshift pillow under his head. “Well, maybe this ‘ball of sunshine’ is just burnt out.” 

You frowned, your voice lowering as you spoke, “I refuse to believe that, too.” 

“I’m not going home this Christmas,” he said abruptly. “I’m going to James’. His mum, Euphemia, she’s a dime, really. And Fleamont, Prongs’ old man, he’s just as grand. The Potters - they’ve never made me feel anything less than family, so why do I still feel so…alone?”

You sprawled out on the floor beside him, staring at one of the crystalline balls. You remembered hearing the story at the beginning of the school year that Sirius had ran away from home over the summer vacation and has been living with the Potters since, but gossip was never really your thing, and you hadn’t even thought about it until now. Sirius turned his head to look at you and you licked your lips before talking once again. “Blood is thicker than water, Black.” 

“Thanks, Y/L/N,” he snapped sarcastically. “But my blood - it fucking sucks.” 

“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” you said. “The bonds we choose to have are stronger than those that are forced.” 

“What in Merlin’s name are you rambling about now?” he asked, interest lacing his tone. 

“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” you repeated, sitting up. He followed suit, listening as you spoke more. “Blood doesn’t make a family, Sirius, love does.” 

He slung an arm around your shoulders, “I think this sunshine might shine a little brighter with you around.” 

You grinned up at him, watching the twinkle return to his eye. The silver, captivating sheen arrived with the toothy smile he gave you. He chuckled, turning his head away from you. You giggled, resting your head on his shoulder. All around the two of you, the lights in the spheres faded away and suddenly, the room was filled with blackness. But, you could still see Sirius smiling beside you.

In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. 

Boyfriend Series; Junhui

- prepare yourself for the GREASE
- for your first date, junhui takes you to the beach and you’re both just walking along the shore, talking about anything that comes to mind
- halfway through the date, you playfully push junhui into the water and he retaliates by pulling you in
- you both chase each other around while splashing water everywhere, laughing and having fun together
- at some point, he takes off his shirt and you’re like OMFG JUN PUT YOUR SHIRT BACK ON and you cover your red face with your hands
- while your face is still buried in your hands, he grabs your waist and makes you both fall into the water and when you resurface, the two of you are laughing your heads off
- you and junhui walk back to shore when you get tired, and the rest of the day is spent sitting on the sand talking while waiting to get dry
- when sunset comes and you suggest it’s time to leave, junhui says “wait” and proceeds to write something on the sand with his finger
- when he finishes, you look down to see that they’re chinese characters and when you ask him what they mean, he says “i love you”
- and right after he says that, you both share your first kiss
- let the grease begin
- when you’re yelling at him, he brings his hand up to your face and squishes your cheeks together so that you make a fishy face anD THEN HE KISSES YOU AND YOU’RE LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME
- but it works and you’re not mad at him anymore and you hate yourself for it
- he says cheesy pick-up lines out loud in public just to embarrass you
- “jun i’m already yours THERE’S NO NEED FOR THOSE PLEASE STOP”
- when you wear tight clothing, he looks you up and down and wiggles his eyebrows and you’re like just leave
- the type to blow kisses at you and frowns the rest of the day when you flick/dodge them
- ALWAYS tries to show off in front of you
- once effed up his shoulder dancing to mansae because he over-exaggerated his dancing during the chorus
- after that, the boys banned you from coming to their dance practices
- teaches you a bit of martial arts for your safety, but during training he pins you to the floor and kisses you
- when he’s sick, he makes it seem worse than it really is just so you’d take care of him
- asks for kisses all the time
- “jun get up we’re going to be late” “i’ll get up for a kiss ;)” “ok i’m going first then” “NO COME BACK”
- the type to purposely send you shirtless pictures of himself and then write something like “oops!! sorry that was an accident” right after
- he ALWAYS walks out of the shower with his hair soaking wet, and his towel wrapped around his waist and you’re like PUT!! SOME!! CLOTHES!! ON!!
- some days he just looks sO HANDSOME AND YOU’RE DYING LIKE SOMEONE HELP DOWAJWO SOS
- insists that you watch the movies and dramas he was in before he debuted
- he LOVES it when you wear his clothes, he’s always lending you his shirts, hoodies and varsities because he loves seeing you in them
- in fact, you guys have matching hoodies and he insists that you both wear them all the time
- steals your phone to take selfies so that your photo gallery is filled with pictures of him
- but you just can’t bring yourself to erase them because you love him so much even if the pictures take up so much space
- always tells minghao about you and when you go to the dorm, you and minghao just tell each other stories of all the stupid things junhui has done in the past week
- you once told minghao you loved his new hair color and guess what junhui dyed his hair the same color LOL
- “minghao you have to stop, (name) might fall for you and we might end up having to fight to the death” “because i dyed my hair????”
- always within a five-meter radius because he “gets lonely”
- he’s always making puns and then laughs really hard at them and you’re like jun WHY
- junhui’s so positive all the time and it’s honestly so refreshing
- always drinks from the same straw as you because he believes in indirect kisses lmao
- really long and slow kisses on the lips, probably pins you against walls too
- he always surprises you with kisses and sometimes you put a hand over your mouth to stop him from kissing you but nope that doesn’t stop him HE JUST KISSES THE HAND OVER YOUR LIPS ANYWAY
- when you say “i hate you” even as a joke he takes it pretty seriously and asks nonstop if you really do hate him and buys you flowers and says he loves you nonstop
- he loves cuddling while facing you because he loves looking into your eyes and memorizing each one of your features
- junhui always tries to play it off like he’s all right even when he isn’t because he wants you to think he’s really strong and he doesn’t want you to worry
- but you know when he’s sad and you never push him to say it, and eventually he starts opening up to you and just having someone he can rely on…… he loves the feeling
- he may be greasy and all, but he does know when to stop and be serious when you’re not in a good mood
- when you’re sad, he gives you kisses on the forehead and tells you that you’ll be all right
- he also takes you out for a shopping spree and treats you for food and just does everything he can to make you smile again because your happiness is the most important to him
- you may always make a comeback to his greasy lines, you may always dodge his hearts and kisses, and you may roll your eyes a lot when you’re around him
- but you really do love junhui
- “i love you i love you i love you”
- “junhui stop”
- “i love you i love you i love you—”
- to get him to stop, you surprise him with a kiss, but after pulling away…
- “wait i wasn’t ready, give me another one!!!”

Solace (M)

(Gif not mine)

Requested

Rated (M) for slightly suggestive content and mature themes

Genre: angst, fluff

“Just stay home tonight.”

You finished tying your hair up before looking up to the mirror in front of you. A smile spread across your face when you saw your boyfriend, Mark standing behind you in the reflection. He was shirtless, wearing only loose basketball shorts and a snapback that held his hair out of his face.

“I can’t,” you sighed as you took a makeup brush off the bathroom counter and swiped it across your blush palette. “I have a late shift at work.”

“Call in sick,” Mark slyly suggested while wrapping his arms around you from behind, making sure to squeeze you tight. “Say you have the flu or something.” He added before placing kisses along your shoulders.

You giggled while you applied blush onto the apples of your cheeks, casually enjoying the tingling feeling of his soft lips on your skin. “As convincing as that sounds, I don’t have any more off days.” You replied while you felt him sink his teeth down on your skin, nibbling on the edge of your neck. You bit your lip from the pleasure and Mark continued with his satisfying actions before speaking up.

“Mmm, why don’t you have any days left?” He innocently asked, allowing you to feel his cool breath against your warm skin.

You finished applying your makeup and set it down on the counter before turning around to see his handsome face. His sharp features and dark colored eyes glistened under the light of the vanity mirror. Mark shot you a teasing smile when you faced him, allowing you to get a glimpse of his tongue piercing and shiny teeth.

You’re the reason I don’t have any more off days,” you stated, throwing your arms around his neck. “I’ve called in so many times so I can stay with you.”

He chuckled, “Baby you make it sound like a bad thing…didn’t I make those times worth it?”

You felt your face heat up at the thought of the steamy nights you two had on your ‘sick days’. You had to admit, calling in sick all the time just to stay the night with your boyfriend wasn’t professional and quite stupid on your part.

But it was sure as hell fun.

“Eh~,” you teased in response and he faked a gasp, looking rather offended before tilting his head down and kissing you hard. Closing your eyes, you were rather quick to respond as soon as you felt the softness of his smooth lips against yours. You felt your body become trapped against his as he grasped the wall behind you – keeping you beneath him while his tongue dragged across your bottom lip, begging for entrance until you parted your lips for him.

As soon as you did you felt the coolness of his silver piercing against your mouth. You ran your own tongue over it, feeling the metal on your muscle as he continued to kiss you with such passion and ease.

You jumped in surprise as your boyfriend suddenly gripped your ass under your skirt, causing him to chuckle within the kiss as you playfully smacked his shoulder. “How about we make this a quickie.” He offered between kisses before seductively dragging his finger down your lip. “You won’t miss your shift, I promise.”

You looked at him as you parted your lips further, ready to take his offer before glancing at the time on your phone.

And with all good things, they had to come to an end as you remembered you had to leave for work in only a couple of minutes.

Mark groaned when you suddenly pulled away – giving you a displeased look and wishing you would give in so you two could then finish what you started on his bed this time.

“As tempting as that sounds…I have to leave already,” you breathed against his lips and he let out an annoyed sigh as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Fine.” Mark pouted, “But I’m driving you.” He announced as he grabbed a white t-shirt from one of the drawers.

“It’s only two blocks away,” you commented while you stood in the front doorway, fixing the last few buttons on your uniform. “I can just walk.”

Your boyfriend shot you a dumbfounded look as he walked towards you clothed and with his keys, “Babe.” He huffed. “It’s dark outside and there’s creeps out there. I’m not going to let you walk to work this late. Besides…I was going to pick you up and surprise you anyways.” He shyly admitted.

You smiled and stepped towards him, “Aw you’re such a good boyfriend.” You cooed before giving him a small peck on the lips.

“The best boyfriend,” Mark corrected with a grin and kissed you again.

You laughed when you saw he had some pink lipstick stuck on his lips from your earlier endeavors. “Also a pretty boyfriend,” you commented while pointing to his lips. Realizing what you meant, he narrowed his eyebrows and quickly wiped the color from his mouth until it was completely gone.

“What a shame, I thought pastel pink really suited you.” You smirked and he couldn’t help but laugh as you two walked out the door.


You bid your boyfriend goodbye as he pulled up to the front of the restaurant you worked at. It was Friday night and the place was booming with people, meaning you could hear the chatter and music from outside.

“Your shift ends at midnight right?” Mark cautiously asked from the driver’s seat while glaring at all the people standing outside.

“Yeah,” you answered and he nodded his head.

“Alright, I’ll be in the front to pick you up then.” Mark promised with a confident tone. “I’ll see you then baby girl.” He added and you leaned in to give him one last kiss before opening the door and getting out of his car.


“Y/N table five is still waiting on their order!” Kevin, your manager called out from the kitchen. You finished refilling another customer’s drink before rushing to the back and grabbing the forgotten order of food.

“Sorry about that,” you politely said as you placed baskets of hot wings and curly fries in front of the customers at table five.

“It’s okay, it’s really busy tonight.” A woman from the table replied with a smile before you grabbed a pitcher of water and refilled her glass. As soon as you were done catering to that table, you swiftly moved around to the other tables in your designated area and made sure they were all taken care of.

You found yourself bringing beer after beer as tonight was game night, which meant people were drunk and screaming like maniacs for their favorite teams. “Move out of the way lady!” You heard a man shout at you from a table nearby, angry that you were standing in front of one of the flat screens as you refilled a beer.

“Sorry,” you mumbled before quickly grabbing the drink and scurrying out of the way.

“Hey baby, we need another round.” Another man, clearly looking drunk called out to you when you passed by him and his buddies. They were all holding their empty beer glasses up, motioning for you to refill them.

You hesitated before going towards them and grabbing their glasses. Their table wasn’t in your designated area but in that moment you decided doing a quick refill wouldn’t hurt anyone as their waiter was nowhere to be seen.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing,” the same man added with a stupid grin plastered on his red face. You noticed the name tag on his shirt read, Louis. He had greasy hair and looked to be about eight or ten years older than you.

His friends held the same appearance and were all wearing expensive dress shirts and loosened ties, most likely from work as they seemed to be the type to stop and drink straight afterwards.

You ignored Louis’ comment as you grabbed the last glass before he spoke up again. “I would do anything to have a pretty girl like you for a night.” He added and all of his friends stared at you with eerie smirks.

“Um, no thanks.” You sassed with a disgusted look before turning to walk away.

But just as you did, you felt a sudden yank to your body as Louis grabbed your arm. “Hey! Let go of me!” You loudly demanded and within seconds your manager came rushing over and pulled the man away from you.

“Get out of my restaurant!” Kevin shouted to the drunken idiots while he pointed towards the front door. “Awe, c’mon. We were just having some fun,” Louis argued as he stood up with his hands up in the air.

Not wanting to hear anymore, Kevin raised his voice. “I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave!” He threatened one last time before the drunk gang of men proceeded to unsteadily walk out of the restaurant.

“Idiots these days,” Kevin further scolded while looking at them and shaking his head in disgust. Looking around, you could see other customers gawking at the scene before continuing to drink while the last commercial finished and the game came back on.

With the rude men now gone, you returned to your fulfilling your shift with much more ease and by near closing time, the crowd had died down as the game was finally over – with only one customer now left at the bar.

You continued cleaning your designated area, taking the last few empty plates to the dishwasher before Kevin stopped you. “Y/N you can leave early once you’re done.” He informed from beside the bar. “I’ll take care of this last customer.”

“Really? Thanks.” You grinned while taking off your nametag and untying your apron from around your waist. You grabbed your belongings from the back lockers and saw it was now only 15 minutes until midnight, which meant Mark would be back to pick you up soon.

With a quick bid goodbye to your manager, you wasted no time in rushing out of the restaurant and closing the door behind you. The cool wind nipped at your skin as soon as you stood outside in front of the building.

You were faced with an empty parking lot and the view of an unusually not-so starry sky. Looking ahead, you could see the street lights on the other side of the road were unfavorably dim while others were blinking uncontrollably.

Sounds of the wind whistling were heard as you leaned against the brick wall, tapping one foot against the concrete floor while you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. You could hear the faint sound of crickets in the plants nearby, strumming their night melodies while you looked back up to the sky. It was a waning crescent moon tonight – just as the news had predicted. You found yourself in awe, gazing up at the light that was surrounded by darkness.

That was until you heard footsteps.

At first you didn’t pay much attention to the sound, assuming it to be the last customer of the night walking to his car.

However as the sound grew nearer, you soon realized you were wrong.

The footsteps began to grow louder and ragged, sounding like more than one pair of feet as it quickly turned into shuffling and scattering across the sidewalk ground.

And it was at that moment you finally looked towards the noise.

It was coming from across the street, with figures hidden beneath the shadows of trees and darkness of the night. You stared ahead, trying to see who was standing over there as you squinted your eyes for a better focus.

The only light available to you was the moon from above and the few dying lamp posts that gave you a chance to see only when they flashed on for a mere five seconds.

And it was at that moment you caught sight of who was standing on the other end. You felt your heart drop as there, standing under one of the dim lamp post, was Louis and his group of drunken men from earlier.

And they were staring straight at you.

However, only this time they weren’t being the loud, obnoxious jerks from earlier, no. Instead they were all silent, merely uttering a thing or two to each other while still looking over at you from the other side of the road.

And each time the lamp posts would flicker off, you could feel a cold shiver running down your spine – making its way through your body and causing goosebumps to form on your skin. You wanted to run back inside – to run towards safety while your manager was still there but as soon as you tried, you couldn’t. It was as if your feet were glued to the floor, not allowing you to move from your current spot as you could suddenly feel all your muscles tense up in fear.

So at that moment all you could do was stare back at them. Biting down on your bottom lip hard, you attempted to keep a straight face despite your trembling features. For a second the men seemed to stop coming near you as they all stayed huddled near the flickering lights.

While keeping your eyes on them, you shoved your hand inside your bag, nervously fishing for your phone until you saw one of them pick up a rock and throw it at the light bulb from above, knocking it out and continuing to hit them all one by one.

And that’s when everything went pitch black.  

With a shriek, your trembling hands were scrounging through the bag, feeling for the phone while your eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness.

But just as that ounce of hope sparked in you when you retrieved the phone, you could hear the footsteps again.

And they were only getting closer.

With the poor lighting of your phone, you found your way to the door, banging on it with all the adrenaline now piercing through your veins when you realized Kevin had locked it up for the night. “Kevin!” You shouted, hoping he would hear you. “Kevin! Open the door please!”

The footsteps were growing closer as you kept frantically smashing your fist against the door. You dared to turn back – feeling numb in the face as you saw they were now running towards you. With no time to spare, you regretfully left the restaurant door, running around towards the back entrance as you could hear numerous cat calls throughout the silence of the night. The things they were yelling at you were disgusting, coming from men who thought of you like some play toy rather than a human being.

Running around the back corner you found the other door, wasting no time in trying to open it until you realized it too was locked. “Kevin!” You called out. “Is anybody in there? It’s Y/N. Open the door please!” You begged as you were on the verge of tears while simultaneously dialing emergency on your phone.

“Hello, 9-1-1 what’s your emergency?” The operator calmly asked from the other end.

But just as you proceeded to speak, the line suddenly shut off. “Hello? Hello?” You repeated frantically before taking a glance at your phone screen.

And when you did, you caught a glimpse of the 1% at the top right corner just before it shut off.  “No…” you whimpered as you frantically pressed the power button – trying to somehow regain battery power as you continuously finagled with the damn thing.

“Well look who it is, boys,” a haunting voice boomed behind you.

You felt yourself snap around to face the predator as you heard more footsteps coming near. Under the dim moonlight you could see a few figures standing in front of you, standing tall and wide as they neared your presence. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone at night?” Louis asked in a taunting tone, coming closer as the others circled around you like a pack of lions.

You smacked his hand away as he held a finger up to your cheek before trying to push past the group. “Not so fast,” he called as two of his friends pushed you back in the circle. “Don’t touch me!” You hissed at them, attempting to leave again before you felt a harsh yank onto your hair. “Hey I wasn’t don’t talking to you!” The man shouted, his voice laced with alcohol and drunken anger as he forcefully pulled you back to him.

Your back collided with his chest and he spun you around to face him – gripping both your wrists with his large hand as he refrained you from attacking him. “Little bitch! You’re the one that got us kicked out earlier!” He spat until you stomped on his foot and elbowed him in the stomach.

He let out a groan in pain before yanking his hand back and slapping you firm across the cheek, causing you to fall back as you screamed out. You felt your back hit against the hard ground, skidding your elbows and forearms against the gravel of the parking lot as you tried to cushion your fall.

Louis then got on top of you, holding your bruised wrists above your head as he played with your hair, twirling strands of it between his dirty fingers. “Let go of me!” You screamed as tears began to pool in your eyes. “Please just leave me alone.”

But despite your desperate cries, you could hear the Louis’ friends in the background laughing and pointing till their hearts content. You wondered how a group could be so cruel, so vicious to stand there and laugh at you as you screamed for dear life.

“Shut up!” Louis urged, placing his hand over your mouth as he eyed the buttons of your uniform shirt. You screamed again and again, watching as he licked his lips disgustingly.

With all your strength and adrenaline you tried to fight him off, kicking your legs and hips up in a desperate attempt to hurt him and somehow get off the ground.

But as you laid there struggling, more tears streamed down your face as you began to think this was it. There was no physical way you were going to be able to break free from this man…and even if you did, where would you go? His friends were all circling you, acting like a group of hungry hyenas just waiting for their prey to be released.

And it was at that moment that you shut your eyes, wishing not to suffer before you suddenly heard a loud bone cracking sound.

The sound was soon followed by silence as the laughter had quickly stopped – being replaced by curses and yelling soon afterwards. Your eyes shot open as soon as you felt the weight off of you and you were met with the sight of your boyfriend, Mark.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Mark screamed, proceeding to kick Louis on the ground as the other men shouted at him. Looking beside you, you saw Louis was profusely bleeding from the mouth, catching a glimpse of his stained teeth as the blood ran down his chin and onto his clothes.

“Fuck you prick!” Louis spat before Mark furiously kicked him again, using more force until Louis coughed out more blood.

Within seconds Louis’ gang of friends started charging towards the two of you, with some grabbing scraps of sharp broken glass from a garbage nearby and rushing forward.

In a 6 vs. 1 fight, Mark knew he couldn’t defend the two of you and instead helped you up, exclaiming an urgent “Let’s go!” while he grabbed your hand and quickly led you away with him.

The two of you ran as fast as you possibly could, with the men all hot on your trails as they chased you. As soon as Mark let go, you ran to the passenger side of the car – racing to open the door as Mark struggled to retrieve his keys from his pocket.

But just as he did, you screamed as one of the men caught up to him, launching forward and hitting your boyfriend on the back of the head with a metal bar. You watched in horror as your boyfriend fell to the ground, laying there lifeless as blood gushed from the back of his head before the man raised up the bar to hit him again.

“NO!” Your voice shrilled as you screamed at the top of your lungs. “NO! STOP PLEASE!” You continued hysterically before you suddenly felt shaken by the hands of someone holding onto your shoulders.

“Y/N wake up! Wake up, baby!”

Your eyes shot open to the familiar sound of Mark calling out your name, urging you to wake up multiple times before he realized you were finally awake. You stared at him with eyes red and full of tears as you struggled to catch your breath. Upon seeing you, his eyes widened as well, looking worried as he cupped the sides of your panicked face.

You took a good look at the man in front of you, frantically examining him and the room you two were in. You quickly recognized the familiar place being your boyfriend’s bedroom before looking back to Mark. He was dressed in baggy clothes and his hair was a mess as he had just woken up by the sound of your frantic screaming.

“Y-you’re not hurt?” You muttered, looking worried as you gripped onto him.

Mark shook his head in response, “No, I’m fine.” He calmly stated and you glanced down to search for any marks or bruises on his arms. “But there were these awful men – they hit you a-and-” you explained before bursting into tears once more.

Keeping your face close to his, he wiped your tears with his thumbs, looking you in the eyes as he said, “Please don’t cry baby. I’m okay, I promise.”

You held him tight, burying your face in his shirt as you tried to calm down. “Shhh its okay,” he consoled as he wrapped his arms around you. “It was just a dream…a bad dream.”

And there the two of you were, holding onto each other for dear life as your tears slowly began to subside. There was something about the sound of his voice that comforted you. It was hard to describe but after a while you found yourself closing your eyes once more as he ran his hand over your head gently, letting you fall back to sleep in his arms as the two of you laid down.

And before you knew it you were asleep, surrounded by the solace of your beloved boyfriend, Mark.

“It was just a dream,” he repeated. “Just a bad, bad dream.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! I just found your blog and I already adore it, so, if it was okay with you, could you write headcanons about the RFA+V+Saeran with an MC who loves giving hugs and being hugged? (if you don't want to do this request, it's okay, you can make your won request and write it, I would love to see anything you write, honestly)

That is the sweetest thing ever oh my goodness. Thank you sooooooo much <3
This is me. I loves hugs. I love hugs a lot. I’m a hugger. Kinda explains the url I guess. I need hugs.

Yoosung:
-LOVES IT
-He’s a hugger too
-So
-You guys are never not hanging onto each other.
-There is never a time you aren’t in each other’s arms.
-And honestly it’s great for both of you.
-He really loves that you enjoy hugging him because he loves hugging you too :)
-There’s been so many incidents at RFA parties where the other members tell you to get a room because you’re just hanging all over each other.
-If he’s having a rough day, remembering that you’ll be at home with arms wide open is the biggest comfort that gets him through the day.
-He’ll just come home and immediately cling to you.
-You don’t mind.
-You guys are like puzzle pieces.

Zen:
-Yes please
-Give me all the hugs yesyesyesyesyes
-He loves it so much
-He loves when you hug him and he has all of your attention and love because awww you’re so cuuuuute~
-Zen loves it so much that sometimes when he’s busy he just lets you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso and just carries you around.
-Or he’ll give you a piggyback ride. Either one is okay with him because he just doesn’t want you to let go of him even when he’s busy.
-If you’d be in the way doing that, you just stand or sit next to him and hug his arm which he loves just as much. (did I mention I love arm hugs? because I do.)
-Your hugs are the best hugs and nobody can convince him otherwise. No one else’s hugs make him feel that special.

Jaehee:
-Your hugs are her favorite thing in the world.
-She’ll just be going about her day and she’ll feel your arms slowly wrap around her waist and your head gently press into her back.
-It’s just the cutest and sweetest thing EVER to her.
-If she’s in a bad mood, she finds herself missing the warmth of your hugs.
-She’ll come to you with a frown and just quietly ask for a hug.
-You tackle her in the biggest, warmest, most comforting hug ever.
-No more sad Jaehee.
-It’s magical.
-Cuddle sessions are a daily thing, of course, and she looks forward to it all day.
-If you’re not around, she’ll hug one of your shirts or jackets (or maybe just wear them) until you come back. It’s not the same as hugs, but it can suffice until you come home :)

Jumin:
-Everyday, when he comes home from work, the second he steps in the door, you tackle him in a hug.
-It is the cutest thing ever.
-Somedays when he comes home, you can tell by the way he stands gloomily in the doorway that he’s had a bad day.
-So instead of tackling him, you walk over to him and gently pull him into a hug while humming quietly.
-You whisper “welcome home” and rub his back.
-His day is no longer bad.
-Seriously, your hugs could cure diseases. They could create world peace.
-He truly believes that you are actually an angel.
-That’s his favorite thing to call you btw
-Jumin’s favorite pass time? Hugging you.
-His favorite is when you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on his chest.
-You’re just so cute and precious it makes him want to never let go of you.

Saeyoung:
-It made it even more difficult for him to ignore you in that one part of his route because you just wanted to hug him and he really wanted to let you but he couldn’t.
-After that’s all over though,
-HUGS FOREVER
-He will let you hug him whenever you want.
-He likes having your arms wrapped around him. It’s comforting.
-You’ll sometimes cling to him as he’s on the computer or watching TV with your legs around his waist and your head and arms on his shoulders.
-It’s his favorite cuddle position.
-100% down to be the little spoon when you guys sleep or cuddle. He actually prefers it.
-If he’s ever super busy and you can’t hug him without getting in the way, you just kind of grip the end of his shirt because it’s better than nothing.
-It’s adorable to him.

V:
-It’s so calming to have you clinging to him.
-Feeling you against him is the best feeling ever. He can’t see much and he gets a bit anxious if he can’t feel you with him. Lucky for him, you’re always hugging him.
-He’s always so soft and warm too, and he smells nice, and sometimes he likes to stroke your hair (I really want to hug V)
-Sometimes you just latch onto him and refuse to let go.
-“_____, sweetie, I need to go-”
-“NEVER!”
-He really would rather stay and cuddle you all day but he’s got things to do and places to be.
-You fight him tho
-Like excuse you no you’re staying my arms all day you have no say in this
-You usually win and you hug and cuddle him for as long as you want (which is basically forever)

Saeran:
-You held back when you first started dating because you knew he wasn’t comfortable with lots of contact.
-He warms up to the idea though fairly quickly.
-He never regrets it.
-Your arms make him feel safe. Just something about knowing your body is right by his makes him feel completely at ease, like nothing bad can happen because you’re here.
-If you see him looking sad or angry, you just slowly ease him into a hug and it makes him feel so loved and happy.
-He looks back to those moments and smiles.
-He finds himself needing to be in your arms any time he’s upset.
-Nightmares, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, all that mess.
-You can make all of that go away by holding him in your arms.
-No matter what mood he’s in though, he loves your hugs. They’re the nicest thing he’s ever experienced.