it seemed cute in my head

i know lots of people get all hot and heavy for the ‘rebel/bad influence who goes after the goody goody/nerd to corrupt them’ but what about the reverse? what if the rebel was the one minding their own business when the goody goody suddenly started approaching them, asking them out, trying to get to know them. constant pestering and cute little quips that leave the rebel flustered (and a little flattered but don’t tell the goody goody shhh).

just picture it. initially people think the rebel is the one giving the goody goody a hard time but instead the rebel’s trying to avoid getting seen with the other a lot bc no you’re too pure and sweet you’re gonna ruin my punk rock image sTOP. but the goody goody just doesn’t care about image or labels they just know that they want the rebel and dammit they’re gonna get the rebel.

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I imagine the family skate was….A Lot for Jack.

Tips for new daddies!

Hey! So, I’ve decided to compile a list of things for new daddys/doms. This list is for daddy’s with littles (age regressors). If there is anything you feel I’ve left out, feel free to let me know!

-They’re your little, make them feel like one. She/he is going to want to be in little space, so let them. Help them into it. A simple phrase gets my little into little space, so find out what works best for them.

-Establish rules. Try not to get over 20 rules, cause they can get hard to remember after a while. My little personally has 27, but some of our rules are common sense, so she remembers them easily. Be on the lookout for a rules list next. 

-Be supportive of them. If you’re both new, they may want to experiment with pacis, bottles, sippy cups, diapers, etc. Make sure the both of you talk it out and be there for them. Even if they are experienced in dd/lg and knows what they want, never ignore them. Be there and be supportive. 

-Punish bad behavior. I know, I know. You love them and don’t want to make them sad/upset. But trust me, when they start acting up in public and embarrassing you, you’re gonna wish you had started punishing them. 

-Take care of them. If you’re not in a LDR, this is a little easier. If you live together, tuck them in, or make meals, bathe them (with her permission), read them bedtime stories, and other small things to keep them in good health. If you are in a LDR, you can still read bedtime stories over FaceTime/skype, make sure they’re eating well, make them study, etc. 

-Know their stuffies names.  I cannot stress this enough. It seems like a small task, but it means so much to them that you remember their names. It also means a lot to the stuffies if you know their names (they also are very nice to you if you remember their names and dont put bad idea in your littles head as they often do) 

-Know a few cute nicknames. Underrated, but my little loves cute nicknames. Princess, baby girl, kitten, little one, little girl, etc. 

-Find your ‘daddy voice’. It’s your strict, ‘you better stop it right now’ voice that you use on your little when they’re breaking a rule, or doing something bad. It works wonders. 

-Don’t be afraid to be their daddy in public. I’m not saying to make them call you daddy in front of other people (don’t do that. the people around you didn’t ask for you to expose your kink to them) but if she’s with friends and you hear her curse, you can look at her and raise your eyebrows. She’ll get the point. I tend to tap her on the butt as a warning, but if she does it more than once, ill whisper in her ear something like ‘princesses don’t curse like that. Timeout for you later’. 

-Know their little space triggers. There isn’t much I can say about that, other than to just know what puts her in little space. 

-Have fun! Don’t let the haters drag you down, cause I know there are a ton of them out there. Enjoy your awesome relationship. 

Humans are weird...

I love all these humans are weird posts so I’m trying my hand at one. I’ve been thinking, humans are like, ridiculous specialists. Our brains is so big we’re born prematurely so as not to tear our mothers apart. And we’re born crazy weak and we have super long childhoods to compensate. We pack bond and bond with bigger creatures to deal with this (this is why we think babies of all species are cute, it’s basically a drive to take care of this weak little thing because our own children are so weak). So what if alien species evolved so there was one, super weak but really brilliant species, has fine motor skills, huge language skills etc, and one that evolved as a symbiote that was basically huge protective dog/ox type to do the heavy lifting. And it’s really bizarre that we don’t have this symbiosis. Like the fact that humans are a stand alone species is weird. We seem huge and bulky to the tiny intelligent species (in my head it’s basically an otter/raven hybrid) and small and delicate to the other. And they don’t get how we function alone, until they see us spilling our pack bonding instincts all over everything, hostile predators, teddy bears, roombas, even cups with little chips in them. And then it’s like, oh I see, you don’t bond really strongly to one thing you bond just a little bit to everything and wait to see what sticks.

some height difference prompts
  • i’m always scaring you on accident because 1) i walk silently 2) you never see me coming because i’m literally over a foot shorter than you 3) you just really don’t pay any attention to anything below chin level do you 
  • you always put things on the top shelves because that’s pretty much eye level to you and so you think it makes sense but exCUSE ME, IF YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED YET I’M ACTUALLY THE SIZE OF A SEVENTH GRADE CHILD AND WHY ARE YOU PUTTING EVERYTHING ON THE TOP SHELVES THAT’S BASICALLY A DIFFERENT ATMOSPHERIC LAYER TO ME YOU SENTIENT TREE
  • “how tall are you even??” “like six seven i think, idk” “what the fuck” 
  • i have to stand on a chair to be intimidating when i yell at you and you always start laughing at how ridiculous i look and damn it your cuTE LAUGH ISN’T GOING TO MAKE ME LESS ANGRY STOP HUGGING ME PUT ME DOWN I’M STILL MAD AT YOU
  • everyone seems to expect me to be some evil angry midget because i’m so short but i’m actually really chill, it’s my tall friend over there who’s pretty much satan 
  • stop being a snarky salt lord or i will elbow you in the crotch with no regrets. that’s what you get for being tall and an asshole. 
  • this is really awkward because i swear i know what your face looks like but i always recognize you by the top of your head and today you wore a hoodie/hat/coat so i was looking for you for about half an hour before you took off the hood/hat and i realized who you were
I'm On My Knee

Hi babes! This is a marshmallow-soft story about the reader and Tom having a special inside joke. That inside joke being Tom dramatically falling down onto one knee to tease her after she accidentally tells him that it’s always been how she wants to get proposed to. The inside joke makes the both of them think a lot about their future and cuteness ensues! I hope that you like it!

Side note: The film was everything I wanted it to be and more? It owns my entire heart? The cast did so well and I’m so happy for all of them and my heart is just overflowing with love and I’m going to see the film again tomorrow!

I’m On My Knee

“He makes me want to wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.” She murmured to her boyfriend, utterly and completely inebriated. “I want to learn how to cook so he can always come home to a hot meal. He makes me want to learn more so that I’ll always have new things to talk to him about, and he makes me want to take care of myself so that I can look good for him. I wanna read every book on the planet earth and watch every film, just so I have stories to tell him before we go to sleep. But, mostly, he makes me wanna wear a white dress and walk down the aisle.”

    Tom smiled, securing a strong arm around her waist before she had the opportunity to slip from the barstool she was trying to twirl on. Holding her still, he questioned, “anything else you want, darling?”

    Lurching forward, she twined her arms around his neck and moved to perch on his knee. She shoved her face into Tom’s neck and breathed in deeply, dragging her hands across the expanse of her boyfriend’s chest. He smelled of french cologne, the fabric of his shirt felt soft beneath her cheek, and she was so close to him that she could count the beats of his heart. “I love you.”

    Supporting her frame, Tom kissed the top of her head, “I love you more.” She sighed into his chest and Tom helped her to her feet, making sure that he still had her locked in his arms. “Let’s get you home now, drunky.”

“I want him on his knee like in the old films,” she added before she allowed Tom to guide her to their parked car.

    Truly, Tom felt the same way about her, but there was no way that he wouldn’t tease her about her intoxicated confession every chance he got. He’d been dreaming about how beautiful she’d look walking down the aisle to meet him since their third date and it comforted him that she seemed to feel the same way.

    She knew that she had majorly screwed up the next morning when Tom dropped down onto one knee, offering her a bottle of advil and a glass of water to soothe the pounding in her head that refused to be ignored.

    “On my knee, baby, just how you wanted!” Tom smiled, his curls flopping down in his eyes in the most endearing of ways. She hated that he looked so cute while he was so successfully embarrassing her.

    Groaning, she brought her hands up to cover her face, “Tom, stop! I told you that I was just drunk. Let it go!” She pleaded, blush spreading as far as the tips of her ears.

    Her boyfriend feigned hurt feelings, “well, if you were truly joking, guess I’m out of here. Gotta go get me a girl who’s in it for the long haul.” Tom joked as he moved to walk out the door.

    “Tom,” she whined before rushing forward to keep him in place with a hug. “Stop being so dumb and help me make pancakes. You flip them better than I do.”

    Smiling down at her, Tom took of her hands within his own and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, “One day, I’ll be way more than just your boyfriend who flips pancakes better than you do. One day, I’ll be your husband who flips pancakes better than you do.” Tom laughed, picking her up to spin her around the kitchen.

    She was happy that Tom was focused on not dropping her or running into anything because she was even pinker than she’d thought previously possible and she was positive that the smile on her face was so huge that her face would crack into halves. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have the greatest job, it didn’t matter that she was absolute shit at math, in fact, she couldn’t think of anything that mattered to her more than what Tom had just said. He was planning on a future with her and she was so elated that she spent the entire rest of her week floating from place to place on a bed made of cotton candy clouds.

    The next time Tom dropped to one knee for her, it was in the flower shop while she was sifting through bins of tulip bouquets for their friend’s dinner party. “Because I love you,” Tom said, holding out a bundle of daisies.

    Rolling her eyes, she took the flowers and bent forward to kiss Tom tenderly on the mouth. “Because I love you,” she repeated back to him before taking both bouquets to the register while Tom struggled to free his wallet before she could pay for her daisies.

    The time after that, Tom fell to one knee when she had come home with smudged mascara and tears dripping from the corners of her eyes. Hurrying off the couch, he dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling her to perch softly onto his popped knee. “What’s the matter darling?”

    Shrugging her shoulders, her lower lip trembled and she merely hid her face in Tom’s neck.  Stroking her hair and mumbling the words to ‘Moon River’ into her ears, Tom waited for her to tell him what was upsetting her. He did his best to search his mind for anything he could’ve done, anything her friend’s could’ve done, anything at home that could have upset her and came back with nothing. Tom briefly had a fleeting feeling that he was failing as her husband until it clicked in his brain that he hadn’t ever gotten down on one knee before her to present her with an actual ring.

    That night, while she snuggled into the crook of his arm, her face hidden so close to his neck that Tom could feel her lips press into his skin, he looked up some photos of rings. Each time Tom found a particularly nice ring, he’d zoom in and envision it on her lovely hands. Looking down at her hand that was loosely curled around his waist, he murmured to her sleeping form, “nobody, not even the rain,has such small hands.” His girl had been on an E.E. Cummings kick and clearly the poetry she read aloud to him had rubbed off on Tom.

    Placing his phone back into it’s charging station on their nightable, Tom laid down and  made sure to lace his fingers through her own before he shut eyes to sleep, agreeing with E. E. Cummings  that nobody had such small hands. Such small hands that a glittering ring would only compliment.

    The next weekend, as she and Tom strolled through the supermarket to grab some fresh vegetables and fruit, and maybe a loaf of bread to go along with dinner, Tom spotted the baked goods aisle. Getting completely sidetracked, Tom stood staring at the pastries while she carried on in search of the produce section. Glancing at her retreating figure and then back at the deserts, Tom grabbed an armful of cookies, cinnamon rolls and cupcakes before hurrying after her.

    Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend nearly skipping towards her, arms overflowing with pastries. “Tom,” she started, cocking her hip and raising her brows, “that is ridiculous. Pick one thing, we already have too many snacks as it is!”

    “No, no, darling, you don’t get it. We’d leave the cinnamon rolls for breakfast, and we could eat the cookies as a snack, and then the cupcakes could be after dinner.” Tom tried to ration.

    “Tom, I’ll eat them all and then get bigger and you know I’m trying to look good this summer!” She whined, shaking her head and silently pleading for Tom to at least put one of the items he was holding back.

    Shuffling the food around in his arms, Tom attempted to clutch all the food with only one hand. Gently moving her hair away from her eyes, Tom kissed her temple. “Darling, you know that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with how you look, and nothing would be wrong with how you look even if you decided to inhale the entire pastry department on your own. I love the way you think, how kind you are to others, and you’re one of the smartest and least arrogant people that I know! I love you for your heart, and your brain. I thank the universe every night for your lungs and your kidneys, because they make you. You’re sweet-ass body just happens a perk of loving you.”

    Tom kissed her one last time before dropping down onto one knee before her, “c’mon angel, please?” He asked one last time.

    Rolling her eyes at her boyfriend’s cheesiness, she placed the cupcakes and the cinnamon rolls in her basket before leading Tom over to the fruit and asking him to pick out the crunchiest apples for their salad.

    When Tom fell to one knee again, it was after she had gone shopping with her friends and was currently modeling her new purchases at his request. She had exited the bathroom in which she was changing in, wearing an extremely short, white dress that left very little, if anything to Tom’s imagination. The dress was littered with small, red roses and had straps that were tied into a bow. As she twirled for him, Tom could see that the straps were the only thing holding her new dress together and by the time that she’d stopped her spinning, Tom was on one knee.

    “Should I take this off myself or do you wanna get up off the floor and help me?” She giggled, toying with the bow sitting atop her shoulder blade.

    As Tom carefully untied her dress and watched it fall to the ground, he muttered, “pretty ring would go nice with the roses.”

    She could barely hear what Tom had said, let alone comprehend it, as he began to pepper her exposed body with warm kisses. Stuttering out an barely audible, “uh-huh,” as Tom mouthed over the sensitive spot she had just beneath her ear.

    As time went on, “I’m on my knee,” became a phrase that she would hear from Tom almost as frequently as he said “I love you.” He’d drop to his knee in public, private, essentially everywhere they went. She was nearly convinced that Tom on his knee wouldn’t ever mean anything other than their inside joke, but little did she know how Tom feeling.

    Each time he dropped down onto one knee before her, it always made him long to obtain a ring to present her with. Considering that he was on his knee for her essentially everyday now, so much so that even the press was completely desensitized to photos of Tom on his knee before his girl, he was legitimately out and about looking for rings.

    He’d recruited his mother to assist with the search, begged Harrison, Jacob, his brothers, his father, and even her mother to help him with the search, but none of them could find a ring that Tom felt was worthy of her hands. Each time someone would send him a photo of a ring that left Tom dissatisfied, which was often, he’d simply send back the verse from ‘Somewhere I Have Never Traveled, Gladly Beyond,’ regarding the smallest of hands. At this point, nobody was sure what he meant. Once Harrison had tried to clarify what exactly the rain having tiny hands had to do with the ring search, but he came back describing a look of genuine craziness in his best mate’s eyes and decided to drop it.

    It was only after Tom had wandering into an antique shop with his mother that he found something perfect for her. The wedding ring was vintage and even came with an engagement ring, and after Tom had spent countless hours on the weekend thrifting and wandering in an out of hidden gem shops with his girl, he knew that she’d love it.

    Tom could only hide the ring for about a week. He was utter and complete shit at hiding things, especially from her, and the ring felt as if it was burning a hole through his pocket. He couldn’t wait to let the whole world know that she was going to his forever and he’d be hers for just as long. Tom just needed to create the perfect moment.

    Luckily for him, the perfect moment came the very next morning. Tom trailed behind her, kissing the back of her neck softly as she laughed and threaded her fingers up through his curls. They were deep within the poetry section of the most massive library Tom had ever seen and when she reached up to grab a novel, Tom felt as if the wind got knocked out of him. In her hands sat a copy of E. E. Cummings collected poems and while she sifted through the pages, Tom prayed inwardly to the universe for her to read the poem that he knew was destined to be hers.

    Not allowing her time to chose a poem, Tom dropped down to one knee while her back was still turned on him. Digging the ring out from the confines of his pocket, he could only get the last few lines of the poem out. “I do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice in your eyes is deeper than all roses.”

    As Tom neared the end of the poem, she turned and opened her mouth to say the last verse with him. “Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.” She smiled, completely prepared to meet Tom’s eyes as she finally faced him.

    At first, the only thing her mind could register was that her boyfriend was on his knee, as always. It took her a second to take in the ring that glittered off of the library’s bright ceiling chandelier. Pressing a hand over her lips, she struggled to breath, her small hands gripping the open poetry book in her hands. “Do you mean it, Tom?” She questioned, her eyes flicking down to the ring he was presenting her with.

    His eyes were glassy in the light, and Tom smiled, “course I do, darling. I’m on my knee after all.”


Comfort Prompts

“I’m here, I’m not gonna leave you.”

“Don’t say that you love me more than I love you. Trust me, you are the glorious sun to me, my everything and I love you with all my heart.”

“Repeat after me; I am worthy, I am worthy, I am worthy…and believe it, ‘cause you are.”

“Darling, perfect is just a word. Perfection is impossible and chasing after it will lead you nowhere. Just do your best and accept that the result is good.”

“When the most broken put themselves back together, they become the most beautiful angels. It’s okay if it’s sloppy or if a crack is still left open, you’re even more ethereal to me.”

“The longest and most difficult roads in life end in the best places. Be patient and keep going.”

“So what if the world is complex and overwhelming? So what if you can’t do it all, can’t be the best? Stop focusing on your image and focus on yourself. You have these years on this earth, enjoy them, don’t overthink it. “

“I’m love with your mind, soul and body.”

“The best thing you can do in life is to love yourself and let your passion help others to love themselves too.”

“I know you may feel alone right now but just remember how big the world is. How many souls will love you for who you are. They’re out there, don’t worry. Just get through, explore and you’ll find them. Just don’t forget to find yourself.”

“Can I kiss where it hurts?”

“Hey, it’s going to be fine. We’ll get through this together, hand in hand, okay?”

“It’s all about the little things. Your favorite tea, good stories, sparkly eyes, beautiful skies, the thrill of adventure, passion, the feeling of home. Enjoy them.”

“You’re not broken. Your mind is just built differently, get to know it, have a little chat with yourself. The most complicated minds tend to be the most beautiful ones, just don’t let it use you, learn to cooperate with it.”

“Hey, beautiful, you okay?”

“You’re amazing, did you know that?”

“I think I’m going blind from your beauty.”

“Everyone’s different. Everyone’s beautiful. You’re the most beautiful human I’ve met, and I’ve met myself!”

“Breathe, darling, breathe.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that triggered you, I’ll never do it again.”

“Here, I’m going to make you some tea and we’ll watch a movie, that sound good?”

“ Magic is real. It’s not spells and cauldrons, no… it’s more subtle. Like, when the air seems electrified, when eyes speak more than words, when you sense something none of your normal senses detect. If you stop for a moment and look beyond, you’ll find it.“

“I know you don’t want to, but in the end, it’ll pay off. Just breathe, keep your head up and you’ll be fine.”

official ranking of every dog emoji on emojipedia 🐕

A beautiful shibe. A good boy who wants to shake a paw. 10/10 would shake

A cute little pupper. Possibly wearing some sort of doggy earmuffs because it’s winter and his ears get cold. You do you lil pupper! Stay warm out there! 10/10 would cuddle to warm up

A handsome doggo going for a walk. Don’t know what happened to his other front leg, but he seems happy. 10/10 would give belly rubs.

Looks like a plastic dog toy, except the head was swapped with a different larger plastic dog toy and just popped on. 10/10 would still play with.

Looks like a fridge magnet. I like the tail floof though. 10/10 would put on my fridge

Cave painting doggo. 15000BCE/10

Somebody just told this dog that he’s a good boy. And they’d be right, he is. 10/10

Simple, not really realistic, but gets the point across. Looks like it was designed by a child. 10/10 would draw in elementary school.

A cute little fella doing his thing. 10/10

Adorable! 10/10 blep, would give many head pats and ear scratches

Ready for anything. 10/10 would go hiking/camping in the mountains with.

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Ballerina!Eddie meets Richie Tozier Headcanon

- Richie legitimately laughed his ass off when he found out Stan did ballet

- It was around 5:37 when Bill said he had to go pick up Stan

- At first Richie assumed that it was from a bird watching club meeting

- He didn’t really want to go back to his dorm because he had nothing to do plus Mike was out so it was empty

- Bill offered him to come along and he said yes

- The drive wasn’t too far from campus so he definitely knew it wasn’t an emergency bird watch meeting. They pulled up in front of a dance studio

- ‘A dance studio? Stan the Man actually dances?’

- ‘S-s-shut up Richie.’

- Richie could hear soft music as they walked down the halls of the building

- When they stepped into a room, richie couldn’t help but die from laughter

- Stan ‘The Man’ Uris was standing across the room wearing tights and a t-shirt

- As Stan approached the two of them he rolled his eyes knowing he’d get shit from Richie. He greeted Bill with a kiss and ignored Richie

- Richie stayed kinda quiet at first, still snickering to himself while he looked around the room

- The first words to come out of his mouth a few seconds later were ‘And here I thought you couldn’t get any more –‘

- He kinda trailed off when something caught his eye

- Across the room to the left was a boy. A pretty boy in fact

- He had his leg lifted in what Stan would later tell him was a ‘leg extension’

- ‘– gay…’

- The short boy across the room was talking to two girls

- One a red head that Richie knew to be Beverly Marsh and a brunette that Richie knew as Beverley’s roommate, Olivia whatshername

- When the boy put his leg back down and slid into a split Richie practically passed out

- This boy was tiny, flexible, and seemed so fucking cute already

- He couldn’t stop staring

- Stan nudged Bill when he saw drool start coming out of Richie’s mouth

- ‘St-stop staring at E-eddie, Rich’

- ‘Staring? What? I’m not staring, I’m admiring the view’

- On Eddie’s side of the room Liv and Bev were laughing

- ‘Don’t look now Eddie but it seems like you have an admirer’

- ‘Liv what the hell are you talking about?’

- Eddie tried to look behind him but got a smack to the head from Bev

- ‘She just said not to look oh my God’

- So he didn’t look but he wanted to

- Turns out he didn’t have to wait for long

- Richie practically dragged Stan over pestering him into introducing the two

- Eddie was confused but the looks he got from his two friends said it all

- The boy in front of Eddie had glasses that were taped with black electrical tape in the middle

- His hair was a mess, he had so many freckles and his glasses were huge

- The boy in front of Richie was short

- Of course that was the first thing he noticed

- He also noticed that he had freckles dusting his cheeks and nose

- His eyes were brown almost like his fluffy looking hair

- He glanced at Stan to say something and when he didn’t, he shoved his elbow into Stan’s side. Which in return, he got one from Stan and a sigh

- ‘Bev, Liv, Eddie meet Richie. Richie meet Bev, Liv and Eddie’

- Richie waved to the girls he already knew

- He stuck out his hand to Eddie with a smile

- Eddie of course was hesitant, this was a stranger…who knew where his hands had been!

- He timidly shook Richie’s hand though

- It was a surprise that the two got to talking quickly

- Richie seemed to ask Eddie questions that were basically challenges in his eyes

- ‘I bet you can’t lift your leg OVER your head’

- He almost tripped over himself when Eddie did it. And he almost died when he tried to do it

- The two exchanged numbers when Eddie had to leave as Bev’s boyfriend Ben showed up (he was Eddie’s ride)

- ‘I’ll text you soon Eds!’

- ‘Never call me that ever again’

- From then on Richie started showing up at or after practices on Mondays and Fridays

- He claimed it was to make fun of how ridiculously gay Stan looked

- But Stan called him ridiculously gay whenever he caught Richie staring at Eddie

- Which was like all the time

- Richie started showing up to recitals too

- He sat next to Ben Hanscom who came to support his girlfriend

- Surprisingly, he actually enjoyed watching everyone dance

- Eddie was constantly teased over the fact that Richie came to practically every practice and recital

- His face was always red from his friends’ pestering

- Richie always had flowers with him for each recital. He’d give Eddie a bouquet of flowers that Eddie wasn’t allergic too

- And that was tough shit to find

- ‘You did great up there Eddie Spaghetti! And you did okay Stan’

- He’d give Stan and the girls a flower every once in a while to be try and be nice

- One thing Richie liked about Ben was that Ben could listen to his gay ranting over Eddie

- Mainly because he was the same about Bev

- Mike eventually went to a recital too. He wanted to see if this ‘Eddie’ person was as good as Richie made him out to be

- Long story short, he was

- The whole group was great, not a surprise

- Mike made quick friendships with everyone because he was so nice and actually interested in what they did

- He and Ben became pretty close since they’re history nerds and Ben could tell him about the history of Ballet

- It’s completely obvious that Eddie and Richie like each other

- There’s an ongoing bet about who will make the first move

- Bill started it with Liv, Liv said Eddie but Bill said Richie

- Stan said Eddie because, ‘Richie’s too much an idiot to do something right’

- Bev said Richie and got Mike & Ben to join in too because why not. Literally everyone except Stan and Liv said Richie would

- Eddie had been practicing so hard for a month straight on the one move he had to do during that dance

- He was completely dedicated but so worried he couldn’t do it

- He practiced for what seemed for ever. He got encouragement from everyone though

- Richie would take him to the studio on weekends for extra practices

- He’d sit to the side and just watch how graceful his crush friend was

- The night of the recital, Richie sat in the front row watching. The other Losers, who weren’t dancing, sat next to him supporting

- Eddie nailed the move he was worried over

- The Losers cheered for him because ‘HELL YEAH THAT’S MY FRIEND UP THERE’

- Richie cheered the loudest duh

- When the recital was over, Bill gave Stan a kiss, Ben held Beverly close and sweetly

- Liv stood alone because she’s a loser. Mike talked with everyone while Richie stood with Eddie

- Richie gave Eddie his flowers and congratulated him

- ‘See? There was nothing to worry about, you did great Eds’

- Eddie didn’t acknowledge the nickname he loved hated

- He took the flowers with a smile and took Richie by surprise when he raised up on his toes for a kiss

- It was a little awkward as Richie wasn’t expecting it, but it was cute at the same time

- Of course you had their friends in the background shouting

- ‘I told you bitches that he’d do it now pay me my fucking money’

- ‘Shut up Liv, but I want my money too guys’

— aquiver | 04

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairingmin yoongi x reader
genre/warnings— mentions of death, slight angst, mentions or mature themes, fluff
words10,495

:: summary— Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

note.— inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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Mental breakdown tag lol

do I use this script or not

also vedj - still going, but will probably miss some days and that’s OKAY
I’m worried for this video, because rather than generalising mental illness as important, and needs to be talked about, I go into detail about the specifics of what I’m feeling. And it’s not pretty. If you can’t relate, and I hope you don’t, I’m going to seem very very strange. But mental illness isn’t simple, it’s not all let’s blow on thumbs together to stop these darn panic attacks, or this cute cartoon girl crying in a corner. It’s so much bigger and uglier and more complex.
I haven’t been making videos because I didn’t know how to when my head has been consumed and overtaken by what I’m about to talk about. But I think I’ve figured it out.
so here’s the thing
you may have seen on twitter
i mentioned that i haven’t really felt like i’m here since i was 17 in a vid recently
and then within the last week that sort of upped as a problem by like, 80%
i went to wales for some shoots, felt crazy the whole weekend, then came back and got very panicky about the fact that I was going mad
I had slept fine, and I kept expecting to wake up better, but I just didn’t
I’ll explain what this all actually is and how it feels in a bit, plz hold
so I got back, and knew that I felt messed up, so tried registering to the doctors
walked there, in my weird dream state, took a proof of address cause I knew I needed that, handed it in, and then they said that I needed proof of address within the last two months
i was teetering on the edge of tears and also feeling really weird so I think they must have thought I was actually insane
I forgot how to say thanks and bye so I think I just left, dunno
walked home, in this strange, bright dream world
tried finding proof of address, forgot how to talk to my housemate, scared she was going to notice that I was drunk, except i wasn’t drunk
and then my mum called and said dodie
are you okay
and I just sort of
broke
i was sobbing, rummaging through bin bags to try to find some sort of proof of address, on the phone to mum, and I decided to visit home home for some sort of familiarity, cause I used to feel so normal and alive in that house, when I was younger
so I went home home, crying on the train, panicking about the fact that I was going mad and all my friends were like dodie wtf
that was when I tweeted saying I needed a break
then I saw mum and started crying about the fact that I left my old bedroom bed in dovan flat, cause I just wanted my normal bed in my normal room so I could feel normal
and I came home but of course I wasn’t magically cured because going to that house is not the same as time travel
i’m not taking a trip to 2012 when I go home, as much as I want to, i’m a broken dodie visiting a broken house and a broken ish family
I even visited my old primary school which shut down, like, years ago, and I wandered around with hedy
I don’t think that helped, cause it felt like it had just, grown leaves and aged in like 20 seconds
it just made me feel even weirder
so what am I feeling? Okay. let me explain. Or try to.
here are a bunch of messages I have sent to friends of mine, to try and explain wtf this is
“i’m so tired
I’m just so tired I feel like I’ve been awake for 4 days And I don’t feel like I’m here I feel like I’m drunk Like I’ve had three wines and shots and beer and I’m tired and ready to go home and I can’t talk to anyone because I’ve forgotten how I usually talk
I don’t even look like me
Everything is so wrong and weird and scary
I honestly think I’m going mad
I can’t stop crying
I’ve got such a bad headache” to lucy
And I’ve just constantly felt like Drunk and blind You know when you’re hammered
And everything’s really bright and you can’t remember how to talk properly and you’re not really taking anything in cause you feel really weird and you can touch things and see things and talk to people but you’re not really There
I genuinely genuinely think I’ve gone mad
And I don’t know if I’m ever going to see things like normal again” to sammy
“Here’s the thing
I’m alive
I can breathe
I can eat and talk and sleep and see and feel
So I should be okay
And objectively, I am fine
So why am I not
It’s one of those things that I keep thinking about over and over to the point where my head is like is this really happening and then I’m like is WHAT really happening
I used to not understand mental illnesses at all
I was like
Just think of cats and rainbows
But now I get it
It’s so much deeper in your brain than cats and rainbows
I used to say if I ever got dementia or something id fight it
But how can you fight it when the it is the thing you’re using to fight with
Dodie has gone full blown mad” to jon
now, thanks to the last vid, and to google, I’ve found out what this probably is
and I’m trying my best to register and see a doctor and get therapy and sort this out and also
I know what you’re thinking
if you have no idea what I’m talking about, if you’ve never had anything even close to this, if you are mentally dandy
you’re thinking dodie
you sound mental
just shut up,
turn it off
you’re fine
you’re obsessing over nothing, you’re attention seeking, just stop thinking about it
firstly, I am so happy and thankful that you feel normal and happy and go and enjoy your life because you can
and secondly, I would do anything to turn this off and feel normal again, literally anything. But I can’t. not right now. I don’t know how.
so. here’s my plan.
I’m going to act fucking normal.
I can still sing. I am still alive, on this planet, even though I don’t feel like it. I still find things funny, I still can taste food, I can make jokes, and write songs and hang out with friends, even though I literally feel like I’m hiding something from everyone and I keep looking at everyone as if I’m a robot.
but I’m going to sort this out, somehow. I’m going to sleep before midnight and wake up before 9, I’m going to give myself weekends, I’m going to do mindfullness meditation at 11am, and Im going to go running at least twice a week and eat healthy and drink water and not drink too much alcohol and treat myself when I’ve done well and not overwhelm myself. And I’m going to go to a doctor, and then therapy, and deal with this. But this will not consume me.
Yeah I feel fucking weird. Bring it. I’m so done with the constant buzz in my head - why do I feel like this why do i feel like this why do i feel like this
I just do. And I can’t change it right now. It’s not going to turn off. and I can’t just stop the world until I feel normal again, because I’ll get to my 70s and be like well shit, I missed it all.
So I’m going to do the best I can. I’m going to make the videos that make me happy. And I’m going to laugh about the fact that I’m a bit mental. Cause what else can you do.

Whilst I type this I’m on the phone to my bank to get a statement sent to prove my address to go BACK to the doctors to prove I live here then get an appointment to get referred to therapists. The NHS may be free but it’s not bloomin easy lol.

gotta say making this video was super healthy for me. It was good to edit together and see that I can pass as a functioning human.

The One Where Everybody Finds Out

this took me about five hours appreciate this (based on the Friends episode obviously)


Hermione and Pansy were sitting at the bay window talking about unimportant things. The feud between the Gryffindor and Slytherin ceased to exist after the war and especially after the eighth years got stuck in one space together. This happened, of course, when they found there was not enough room for the eighth years in their respective common rooms (though Hermione always had the sneaking suspicion that Professor McGonagall just wanted more inter-house unity).

Their meaningless conversation suddenly stops when Hermione gets up to retrieve a book she left by the fireplace. Pansy stared out across the quidditch pitch where she noticed two boys get off their brooms. She immediately recognized them as Harry and Draco. “Hey, look it’s Harry and Draco.” She called out to Hermione. They were extremely close, but Pansy blamed that on the distance she was looking at them from. She saw Harry slither his arm around Draco and pull him closer so their chests were touching. “Ahh!” Pansy exclaimed at the action.

“What?” Hermione ran back, a worried expression settled on her face.

“Ahh! Harry and Draco! Harry and Draco!” She pointed in their direction where Harry had just looked around the field before snogging Draco vigorously. “Oh my eyes!” She looked away as if she just saw something purely revolting. “My eyes!”

Hermione attempted to calm her down by yelling over her. “No Pansy, it’s okay! It’s okay!”

“They’re kissing!” She yelled, still in a state of panic.

“I know! I know!” Hermione exclaimed, yelling louder so that Pansy would hear her.

“You know!” She yelled back, incredulously.

“Yes, I know! And Ron knows, but no one else does so you have to stop screaming!” Hermione recalled the day when she opened one of Harry’s letters by mistake. It was the most horrible thing she’d ever read in her life and she didn’t dare repeat those words to anyone. That is until Ron gave hints that he knew what was going on, so Hermione being Hermione, forced the truth out of her boyfriend and found out that he had caught them snogging in their shared dorm room a while back. Neither of them have spoken about the two boys being in a relationship since.

Just then Neville walked through the entrance to the empty common room. “Hey, what’s going on?” Both girls screamed in surprise, but Hermione turned it into joyus yelping while Pansy stood behind her with a look of shock still on her face.

Hermione jumped around Neville so that he had to turned and was no longer facing the window where, as Pansy looked back, the two boys were still trying to suck each others faces off. “Nothing! We’re just so happy that exams are over!”

Neville’s face softened now that he was assured that there was no danger present. “Yeah, we’re all pretty hap-” But as he turned to meet Pansy, she mimicked the jumpy excitement of Hermione so that he was, again, facing away from the window.

Both girls were jumping up and down and yelping in excitement until they were sure their friends had finished their make out session. They stopped abruptly and were thankful that no one else walked into the common room while they were in that state of chaos. The girls sat back down at the bay window, which left a confused Neville standing in the middle of the room.

Once they common room was empty again, Pansy launched into questions about the couple. “So you mean all those times that Draco and Harry said they were studying or when Draco said he was owling a friend from Beauxbatons?”

Hermione nodded and sipped the tea that she conjured for the both of them. “Yup. Doing it and writing dirty letters to each other.” Hermione shuddered at the thought of the letter she read that led to her discovery of their relationship.

“I can’t believe it!” She exclaimed for what seemed the thousandth time today. “I think it’s great… for Harry.” She took a sip of her tea. “Draco might be able to do better.” Pansy stated honestly. They heard the common room door opened and whipped their heads around only to see Ron walk in. They both let out breaths of relief as Hermione called him over.

“Guess what? Pansy just found out about Draco and Harry.”

Ron’s eyes widened. “You mean how they’re friends and nothing more?” His voice was laced with panic.

Hermione paused of a moment while she drew in a breath. Sometimes she found Ron’s slowness on the uptake endearing, however sometimes it tested her patience. “No, Ron she knows. They were on the Quidditch pitch and she saw them snogging through the window.”

Ron’s face relaxed, which told Hermione that he understood the situation.

“Okay wait,” Pansy interrupted. “So they know that you know,” She pointed at Ron. “but they don’t know that Hermione knows?”

He looked confused by the phrasing of the question and had to think for a moment before answering. “Yes, but none of that matters now. Now enough of us know that we could just tell them that we know, and all the lying and the secrets will finally be over!” He said happily.

Pansy interrupted again, this time a smirk playing on her lips. “Or we could not tell them and have a little fun of our own.” Hermione scrunched up her face in confusion and Ron’s face fell into a deep frown. “You know, every time they say they’re going to study you could give them some of your favourite books to read so you’ll have someone to discuss it with.”

Hermione’s face lit up. “Oh! I would enjoy that!”

“No, wait wait, you know what would be even more fun?” Ron asked with mock interest. “Telling them.” He switched his tone to a serious one.

Hermione considered this for a moment. “Yeah, no. I wanna do Pansy’s thing.”

Ron started to protest, but Pansy spoke up. “You don’t have to do anything. Just don’t tell them that we know.”

“No!” Ron yelled desperately. “I can’t take anymore secrets! I got your secrets. I got their secrets. I got secrets of my own, you know.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You don’t have any secrets.”

“Oh yeah?” Ron straightened up, looking offended. “Well, you don’t know about Marvin, my secret sweets stash.” He looked satisfied for only a seconded until the realization hit him and his face glowed as red as his hair.

Pansy and Hermione stared at him, weird looks on both their faces. Hermione turned back to face Pansy and cleared her throat. “So… How- how are we gonna mess with them.”

“Well, you would use your position as the best friend obviously.” They heard Ron gasp in protest, Pansy ignored him and went on. “And I would use the strongest tool at my disposal, my charming good looks and elegance.” Hermione nodded her head in agreement. Ron looked like he had given up all hope.

“Hello, children.” Harry greeted as he waltzed up to them. Hermione gave Ron a wary look. They two girls greeted him back cheerfully while Ron did so in a more morose way.

Pansy smirked at Hermione and Ron. “Watch and learn.” She said while Harry was still out of earshot. She stood up rather seductively and made her way over to him.

“Hey.” She said and looked him up and down. “Wow, that Quidditch uniform looks great on you.”

“Really?” Harry asked, confusion struck his features. 

“Yeah, the material looks so soft.” She laid a hand on Harry’s shoulder and trailed it down his arm like she saw Draco do earlier. “Oh, hello, Mr. Bicep.” She bat her eyelashes innocently. “Have you been working out?” She twirled her hair on her finger.

Harry looked uncomfortable. “Well, you know… Quidditch.” Pansy launched into a fit of giggles and shoved him lightly. “Are you okay?”

She stopped giggling and smiled softly at him. “Well, if you really wanna know…” Pansy looked down at the floor, shyly. “Oh, I can’t tell you this.”

“I know we haven’t known each other long, but you can tell me anything. We’re friends now.” He looked concerned.

Bloody Gryffindors. “Actually, you’re the one person I can’t tell this to and the one person I want to the most.” The smile fell off her face gradually until she looked rather serious.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his face turning from uncomfortable to worried.

Pansy hesitated. “I think it’s just I haven’t been with a guy for so long and you know how sometimes you’re looking for something and you don’t even see that it’s right there in front of you, holding a broom-” Pansy stopped abruptly as Harry looked down at his broom and his eyes widened. “Oh no, have I said too much?” She put a hand over her mouth. Hermione and Ron were mesmerised by Pansy’s performance. Hermione made a mental note to compliment her on it later.

Pansy removed the hand from her mouth and smiled shyly. “Just something to think about. I know I will.” She said seductively and walked out of the common room. Harry stood there, he looked frantically at Hermione and Ron for some sort of explanation, but Hermione just shrugged and Ron seemed to be frowning at the floor.

Night fell upon the grounds and Harry and Draco were cuddled up in whichever bed they chose to sleep in that night, Draco was rubbing his hand gently over Harry’s chest and admiring him. “You are so cute. How did you get to be so cute?” Draco asked.

“Well, my grandfather created beauty potions as you know,” Harry relished the little confused tilt of the head Draco gave before continuing. “And my grandmother was, actually, a tiny little bowtruckle.”

Draco chuckled lightly. “Okay, now you’re even cuter.” He moved the hand up to Harry’s cheek and kissed him sweetly.

“That is a popular opinion today, I must say.”

The smile on Draco’s face fell slightly. “What?”

“The weirdest thing happened in the common room today, I think- I think Pansy was hitting on me.”

Draco laughed skeptically. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m telling you, I think Pansy thinks I’m foxy.” He told him.

Draco rolled his eyes at his choice of words. “It’s not possible.” Harry looked incredibly offended. “That’s nothing on you, it’s just Pansy is the gayest person to walk this earth. She’s probably gayer than me!” He reassured Harry as he began to rub his chest again. Harry’s expression softened. “I just think you misunderstood her.”

Harry squirmed so that he was propped up on his elbows. “I didn’t misunderstand I means she touched my bicep, for Merlin’s sake!”

Draco quirked an eyebrow and squeezed his upper arm. “This bicep?” He teased.

“Well, it’s not flexed right now.” He rolled his eyes. Draco grinned and kissed him again before cuddling up at his side and falling asleep.

The sun rose on another gorgeous Saturday. Draco just knew he wanted to spend it with Harry. He still had one more N.E.W.T. exam to take. History of Magic which no one, not even Hermione, took again. He was pretty confident that he knew everything, yet it was the perfect excuse to get away from their group of friends.

He walked out of their dorm and spotted Hermione, Pansy, and Harry all sitting by the fireplace. “Hey, Draco. What are you doing today? Wanna come walk around the lake with us?” Pansy asked once she saw him.

“Actually I was gonna study, I got History of Magic on Monday.” Draco said smoothly. Pansy and Hermione exchanged knowing looks. Draco turned to his secret boyfriend. “Harry, wanna do it with me?

“Yeah. I’ll do it with you.” He replied all too quickly.

Hermione knew that Harry hadn’t taken History of Magic since fifth year, but didn’t comment. Instead she pulled out a book that she had purchased a while back for some light reading. “Oh here. This should help you. Plus we can discuss it later.” Hermione said enthusiastically. Draco turned around nervously and was relieved to see that he had already read that book cover to cover. He told Hermione this and she proceeded to pull out yet another book. Draco wasn’t so lucky this time. He had never even heard of this book, where did Hermione find it? Draco took the book reluctantly.

Hermione stood up and gestured for Pansy to do that same. “Well, we’re gonna go. Bye.” She said as she headed for the the door.

“Bye, Harry. I miss you already.” Pansy whispered in his ear and squeezed his bum before following Hermione out the door.

Harry gaped at her and didn’t speak until the girls left. He turned to Draco. “Did you see that with the inappropriate and the pinching?”

Draco looked quizzically at the door and then at Harry. “Actually I did.”

“So now do you believe she’s attracted to me?” He asked, a bit of triumph leaked through his voice.

Draco thought for a second and gasped. “Merlin, she knows about us!” Harry’s eyes widened. “Pansy knows and she’s just trying to freak us out. That’s the only explanation for it.”

Harry’s look of triumph quickly wiped off his face. “B- but what about my pinchable bum and my bulging biceps?” He asked as he started rubbing his upper arm. Harry looked up after a second of doing so, feeling no muscle there. “She knows!”

Harry and Draco barged into Ron’s room, knowing he’d be the only one in there seeing as it was passed noon. “Ron.” Harry yelled. The ginger jumped awake and fell out of his bed. He looked up at the two boys from the floor, looking quite disoriented before getting up and sitting on the edge of his bed. “Yeah?”

“Pansy knows about us.” He told him.

“Well, I didn’t tell them.” He said defensively.

“Them? Who’s them?” Draco asked frantically.

“Uh, Pansy and… Ron.”

“Ronald?” Draco asked again, this time more threatening.

Ron sighed. “And Hermione.” Harry and Draco jaws dropped. “I would’ve told you, but they made me promise not to tell.” Harry looked at him sadly. “I’m sorry.” He apologised sincerely. “But, hey, it’s over now right? ‘Cause you can tell them you know they know, and I can go back to knowing absolutely nothing!” He smiled brightly.

“Unless-” Draco started, a devilish smirk starting to form on his face.

“No! Not unless! This has to end now!” He pleaded.

Draco ignored him. “They think they are so slick messing with us. But see, they don’t know that we know that they know.” The smirk was now prominent on his face. Ron looked as confused as ever, but Harry seemed to understand what he was getting at.

“Ah, yes.” He said. “The messers become the messees!” Ron slumped back down into his bed and sighed hopelessly into his pillow.

By four in the evening, Draco and Harry had devised and master plan. Harry sent Pansy an owl telling her to meet him in one of the empty classrooms after dinner.

“Hello, you.” She greeted him in a sultry voice and leaned against the door frame, running her hands through her hair.

Harry was prepared this time. “Hello, Pansy. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Pansy seemed to be taken aback by this because her sexual composure dropped. “Huh?”

Harry moved closer. “You know that thing you said before. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.”

“Really?” Her face was now contorted with confusion.

“Listen, why do you come by my dorm tonight? I’ll let you feel my bicep… and maybe more.” He winked.

Her face stricken with shock. “I’ll have to get back to you on that. Okay bye.” She said as she ran away. Harry felt a bit of pride and grinned lightly to himself.

Pansy ran back to the common room, which was thankfully close to the room she was just in and empty. “Merlin’s beard he wants me to come over and feel his bicep and more!” She yelled, looking disgusted.

Hermione stood up at once. “Are you kidding? I cannot believe he would do that to Dra-” She stopped mid sentence and turned around, pointing an accusing finger at Ron who was trying his best not to look guilty. “Ronald, do they know that we know?” She asked menacingly.

Ron shook his head. “No.” His voice quavered.

“Ronald?” She asked sternly, sounding a bit like Mrs. Weasley.

He immediately gave in. “They know you know.”

Hermione groaned angrily. “I knew it! Ugh, I cannot believe those two.” She crossed her arms.

Pansy was equally as angry. “They thought that they could mess with us? They’re trying to mess with us?” She thought for a second. “Wait a minute. They don’t know that we know they know we know.” Ron shook his head, he was on the verge of tears, but Hermione nodded approvingly. “Ron, you can’t say anything!”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.” He replied sardonically.

“Okay, if he wants a date, he’s gonna get a date!” Pansy said and pulled out a spare piece of parchment. “Be sexy.” Hermione advised. Pansy rolled her eyes. “Please.”

While Hermione and Pansy were strategizing, Draco and Harry were celebrating in their room. “She looked panicked! They’re totally gonna back down.” Said Harry after he told him what happened with Pansy. Draco pulled Harry closer and they started snogging, only breaking when they heard pinging at the window. They saw a brown tawny owl with a scroll attached to it’s leg. Harry opened the window to let the bird in. It flew onto his desk and stuck out it’s leg for Harry. When he unravelled it he groaned. “It’s from Pansy.”

Harry,

I’d love to come by tonight. Shall we say around seven?

Harry waited for some instructions. Draco shook his head. “Write back. Say yes.” Harry looked at him like he was mad, but he took no notice of this as he shoved a quill and an ink bottle into his hand. Harry quickly scribbled a “yes” and sent the owl on it’s way. He came back a couple of minutes later with another response.

Harry read it out loud Good. I’m really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse. Harry yelped and threw the parchment on the floor. “It’s okay. Relax.” Draco put a calming hand on Harry’s shoulder and they started to plan for every possible scenario.

It was nearing seven and the girls (plus Ron) were getting ready in Pansy and Hermione’s shared dorm. “Show time!” Hermione said excitedly when Pansy exited the bathroom. She was wearing a tight blouse that had buttons all the way up, some of them remained unbuttoned so a fair about of cleavage was showing. She was also wearing a particularly short skirt with thigh high socks and cute little boots that stopped just above her ankles.

“Hermione, can you conjure up some Firewhiskey and glasses?” Hermione complied and Pansy grabbed them from the air. Ron rolled his eyes and slumped in Hermione’s desk chair as the girls left the room.

“It’ll be great.” Draco said, rapidly fixing Harry’s shirt collar. “You just make her think you wanna have sex with her. It’ll totally freak her out.” He smoothed out the shoulders of Harry’s shirt.

“How far am I going to have to go with her?” Harry asked, a little hesitant about the plan.

Draco waved him off, moving his attention to his hair, which he tried to make lay flat. “Relax.” He told him. “She’s gonna give in way before you do.”

“How do you know?” He asked sporadically.

“Because you’re on my team.” He answered as he finished fixing Harry up. “And my team always wins.” He sounded a bit insane, but had that glint of determination in his eyes which Harry always loved to see.

Still, Harry was skeptical. “At this?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Just go get some!” He pointed to the door and kissed him roughly, jumping apart when they heard a knock at the door. Draco ran into the bathroom and closed the door.

Just before she knocked, Pansy and Hermione had a talk outside Harry’s room. “Okay, I’m going to put an amplifying charm so I can listen in.” Pansy nodded. To be honest it reassured her to know that Hermione was listening to their conversation. She turned around to knock. “Wait,” Hermione turned her around and unbuttoned another button on her shirt. She went to unbutton another one, but Pansy stopped her.

“Don’t give away the farm.” Hermione nodded and cast the charm. She stood up against the wall so she wouldn’t be seen when Harry opened the door.

Harry gave a nervous sigh and composed himself before pulling the door open. “Pansy.” He said charmingly.

“Harry.” She replied in the same tone.

“Come on in.” He gestured for her to enter and she did so.

“I brought some Firewhiskey. Would you like some?” She held up the bottle and glasses in her hands. Harry nodded. Pansy impressively levitated the glasses and bottle, tipping the liquid into them with her wand. She floated one over to Harry, one to herself, and set the bottle on a desk nearby. “So here we are. Nervous?”

“Me? No. You?” He asked, hoping she’d break then and there so he didn’t have to go through with this. He knew Pansy long enough now to know that that dream was quite far fetched.

“No. I want this to happen.” She replied.

“So do I.” They clinked glasses and downed the entire contents of them, both parties needing some extra strength for the night ahead. “I am going to put on some music.” He flicked his wand and Celestina Warbeck played softly in the background.

“Maybe I’ll dance for you.” Pansy replied. She started swaying her hips in a suggestive way and Harry became aware of her attire for the first time. A blush creeped up his neck. The thanked Merlin for his brown skin at this moment.

She danced up to him and stuck out her chest so abruptly that Harry jumped. He quickly recovered by telling her she looked good. Pansy thanked him. “You know, when you say things like that it makes me wanna rip that shirt right off.”

“Why don’t we move this into the bedroom?” He smirked, knowing she’d back down. The shocked look on her face told her he was right.

“Really?”

“Oh, do you not want to?” He said slyly.

“No, no.” Harry smirked. “First I wanna take off all my clothes and have you rub lotion on me.” She was the one who smirked this time.

Harry’s voice quavered. “That would be nice. I’ll go get the lotion.” He practically ran to the bathroom once he was out of Pansy’s sight. Draco jumped back, his ear was no doubt pressed to the door only moments later. “This is getting completely out of hand, okay? She wants me to put lotion on her!” He whisper shouted.

Draco put his hands out to stop his boyfriend. “She’s bluffing!”

“Look, she’s not backing down! She went like this!” He mimicked the dance move Pansy did where she stuck out her chest, making Draco jump as he did.

Pansy was also talking to Hermione in the hallway. “He’s not backing down. He went to get lotion.” She told her, more calmly than Harry telling Draco.

“Aww man. Aren’t you guys done yet?” They heard the familiar voice of Ron say behind them. “I wanna talk to my best friend!” He whined.

Hermione sighed, agitated. “Just look at it like this, the sooner Pansy breaks Harry, the sooner this is all over and out in the open.”

“Ooh, I like that. Oh, show him your bra.” Ron told Pansy. “He’s afraid of bras, can’t work ‘em.” Ron reached forward and ripped Pansy’s shirt open so that only the last four buttons remained buttoned.

“Ronald!” Pansy yelped. She examined her shirt. “Wow, you didn’t rip any buttons.” She stated, clearly impressed.

“Not my first time.” He said proudly and Hermione blushed. Pansy walked back in and made to close the door soundlessly.

Draco and Harry were still talking in the bathroom. “You go back out there and you seduce her ‘til she cracks!” He thrust the lotion into Harry’s hand.

“Okay, give me a second.” He kissed him passionately. “You’re hot when you’re crazy.”

“Of course I am.” He replied as he pushed Harry out the door. He saw Pansy at the door (which meant that she had successfully closed it without making a sound).

“Oh, you’re leaving.” Harry stated, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders only to be placed back on by the reply.

“Not without you, lover.” She walked toward him, looking down at her now open shirt then back up at him several times. “So… this is my bra.” She told him as if it weren’t already obvious.

Harry looked down at it then quickly back up to Pansy. “It’s very, very nice.” His voice was now shaking. “Well, come here. I’m very happy we’re going to have all the sex.” His heart was beating fast in his chest.

“You should be. I’m very bendy.” She stepped closer to him, the distance between them was miniscule. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Not if I kiss you first.” He may have been extremely uncomfortable, but he was determined to win for Draco. Though he wasn’t sure what he’d be winning.

Pansy put a hand on his waist. Harry mimicked the movement but quickly removed his hand when he felt a bit of her skin on his fingers. She put her other hand on his waist and attempted to close the gap between them, but Harry put a hand between them causing him to almost touch her breast. Her breathing increased, slight shock could be registered on her face, but Harry was too distraught to notice.

He removed his hand at lightning speed and let it hover over Pansy’s shoulder, still not touching her. He slowly lowered it down to meet the fabric covering it. She gasped, but covered it with a laugh. It came out nervous all the same.

“I guess there’s nothing left to do do bu- but kiss.” Harry stated, dreading that she wouldn’t back down.

“Here it comes.” Pansy replied, dropping the act of seduction she had put on all night. “Our first kiss.” Harry looked nervously toward the bathroom, willing Draco to burst out and save him. When he didn’t, Harry leaned in hesitantly, as did Pansy.

Their lips met and it was the worst and most awkward thing he had ever experienced. He couldn’t take it anymore. Harry pushed Pansy off of him and yelled. “Okay okay okay fine fine. You win!” Pansy laughed in victory. “I can’t have sex with you.” He said, moving back to put as much distance between them as possible.

“And why not?” She asked gloatingly.

“Because I’m in love with Draco!” Pansy gasped in surprise and covered her mouth with her hands. Draco opened the door to the bathroom and stared at Harry. They had never said that about each other before. Well, Harry did once, but he took it back right after he said it, afraid the feeling wouldn’t be reciprocated. He didn’t care about that this time. Harry wanted everyone to know his love for Draco.

He saw Hermione and Ron open the front door as well. “Love him! That’s right! I love him! I love him!” He proclaimed, pointing from himself then to Draco each time he said it. Draco broke into a smiled, as did Harry. They walked towards each other, Harry grabbing him by the waist when they were close enough. “I love you, Draco.”

“I love you too, Harry.” He wrapped his arms around the shorter boy’s neck and kissed him slowly.

Everyone smiled as the two boys kissed each other. “I thought you guys were just doing it. I didn’t know you were in love.” Pansy said, smiling ear to ear for his best friend had finally found the love that he so desperately sought. Draco smiled at his friends and hugged Harry tightly.

“Dude.” Ron stated, directing the word toward Harry to indicate he was happy that he had also found love. Harry grinned at him, then to the rest of the gang.

“And hats off the Pansy, quite the competitor.” Pansy thanked Harry as they shook hands. “And may I just say, you’re breasts are still showing.”

“Merlin.” She muttered and made to do up her buttons. Hermione rolled her eyes, waved her wand, and the buttons were done up once more.

Ron jumped up gleefully. “Alright. So that’s it! It’s over! Now everybody knows!”

“Well actually,” Draco spoke and Ron’s face fell with his hopes once more. “My mother doesn’t and Salazar knows this’ll be in the Prophet once it get’s out.”

“And we’d appreciate it if no one said anything yet. At least until we’ve told Narcissa.” Ron glared at the both of them and stormed out of the room. No matter how happy his friends were, he was so angry that he still had to keep this secret.

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“I am so happy you decided to show me around Hogwarts, Minerva. I’ve been wanted to revisit it for quite some ti- what?” Narcissa Malfoy stopped her sentence when a flash of platinum blonde hair caught her eye. She was looking out a window to the Quidditch pitch when she saw a messy hair boy pull her son closer. Assuming he was going to start a fight, Narcissa rushed out of the room to save her son. Before she left, she saw that they were not in fact fighting, they were snogging and the messy haired boy let his hands settle on Draco’s bum.

Narcissa was outraged. How dare he touch my son like that! She thought as she stormed out of the castle, leaving Minerva behind.

“Potter! Potter!” She yelled as she approached the pitch. Draco cast a protection spell around them so that his mother couldn’t come any further. “I saw what you were doing through the window! I saw what you were doing to my son!” She yelled, though it came through muffled from the charm.

Harry turned to Draco, panting and petrified. “Listen, we’ve had a good run. What was it, four- five months?” He began to back up. “That’s more than most people have in a lifetime, so bye, take care, bye bye dear.” He peck him on the lips before taking out his wand to attempt to break a spot on the ward so he could run for it. Draco was too fast. Of course. That beautiful bastard. He thought to himself.

Expelliarmus!” The wand flew out of his hand and Draco caught it. “What are you doing?”

“Oh. I’m going on the lam.”

“Come on, Harry. Come on.” He pulled his boyfriend by the arm so they were the closest to Narcissa as they could be without breaking the charm. “I can handle my mother.” The blonde signalled for his mother to move back and he removed the wards. As soon as he did, Narcissa started to chase Harry around the pitch. She was surprisingly fast. “What the hell are you doing!” She yelled after him. He hid behind Draco, who held out his arms to protect him.

Hermione, who had been sat at the other end of the field with Ron, came running up to them. “What’s going on? We heard screaming?” Ron came up, panting, seconds later.

“Well, I think… Mrs. Malfoy knows about me and Draco?” He told them. Even though he was on a first name basis with Narcissa, he wouldn’t dare call her that while she looked this furious.

“Dude,” Ron looked scared and made a hand motion that meant “cut it out” “she’s right there.” Hermione, Harry, and Draco looked at Ron like they were about to lose their patience.

“I thought after I saved your life, you’d show my family some respect. This is my son. I cannot believe this!” She shrieked at Harry.

“Look, we’re not just messing around.” Harry suddenly found the courage to speak. “I love him, okay? I’m in love with him.”

Draco stepped forward a bit. “I’m so sorry that you had to find out this way, but it’s true. I love him too. We haven’t told anyone yet because we knew it’d be in the papers and we wanted to tell you ourselves.” He stepped back and allowed Harry to slink his arm around his waist while he put one around his shoulders.

Narcissa looked at them skeptically. Harry prepared himself to be yelled at again and by the feel of Draco’s rapid heartbeat, he did too. Everything went silent for a moment. Even the birds stopped chirping. Draco’s mother’s face softened and hugged them both. They simultaneously let out a breath. “I’m sorry. You guys probably want to get some hugs in too, huh?” She directed at Ron and Hermione when she pulled away. “Big news!” She sighed happily.

Hermione, smiling ear to ear, waved her off. “No, that’s okay. We’ve actually known for a while.”

Her face fell into a frown, which in turn made everyone else step back a bit. “Wha- what? You said you didn’t tell anyone!” She screeched at Draco.

“W- well, I didn’t mean them. They’re my friends! And I didn’t tell them they found out on their own.”

“I’m your mother.

“I was worried about how you’d react.” He told her cautiously.

Her face softened again and she drew her son into another hug. “You were worried about me?” She turned back to Ron and Hermione and hugged them as well.

“Now, why don’t we get out of here and let these lovebirds get back down to business.” Ron said brightly when the hug broke. Narcissa’s face fell once more, striking fear into Ron’s heart. “H- hey, don’t look at me.” He pointed to Harry. “He’s the one doing your son.”

Heart on the Line (part 2)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1545
warnings: finger fucking

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You're the one (G.D)

A/N: I combined two requests btw. AND YES I KNOW I TOOK FOREVER. THIS IS A LONG ASS IMAGINE SO BE READY. Oh yeah Idk how to write childbirth, so if it’s not accurate..sorry. Lol anywaysss hope you enjoy (ITALICIZED PARGRAPH IS A FLASH BACK)

Requests: “Okay. So I was thinking what if we had a Grayson imagine where the reader had been best friends with them both forever. She gets with Ethan and she gets pregnant but Ethan dumps her and runs away. She’s left with massive anxiety and depression but Grayson helps build her back up and raises the kid as his own and they end up having loved each other forever.”

“Hey girl, hey. Can you do an imagine where Y/N and Grayson get home from the hospital with their baby girl, and that night, Grayson won’t sleep and he’s just kinda sitting there because he wants to protect the baby and he’s nervous something will happen to her? Make sense? Yes no? ilysmmmm 💕🖤❤”

Word count: 12,500 +

Warnings: Cusses, Birth, and this is extremely long so yeah :) OH YEAH LOTS OF TIME SKIPS SO PAY ATTENTION :D

Originally posted by loveviral




“Y/N..you have to get up.” Grayson murmured as he poked your leg through the duvet draped across your body. “No. Leave me here to wallow alone in my own sorrow.” You retorted, however your words were muffled by the pillow that your tear stained face was shoved up against. Grayson seemed to understand what you were saying, but he wasn’t having it. “Get up, it’s not healthy for you, or the baby.” He reasoned and poked your leg once again. Becoming frustrated, you kicked out a leg at him and groaned into your pillow. He caught your ankle in one of his hands and you squealed. “Gray! Let me go!” You lifted your head up to look back at him. He had a devilish, but cute smirk plastered onto his face as he pulled your foot up towards his mouth. Your lips formed an “O” shape and you let out a tiny gasp. “You wouldn’t..” You whispered as Grayson cocked an eyebrow, “Oh, I would. Unless you get your lazy ass up and off the bed.”
“Fine! Fine! Just don’t lick my foot, that’s gross. Do you have a foot fetish or something?” You said as he dropped your foot, letting it softly bounce onto the bed. “No but Eth..sorry.” Grayson trailed off as your eyes darted towards the ground. “It’s fine..its been three months, Gray..I should be over it.”

“But you’re not.”

“I know.” You said, your voice cracking just the slightest bit. Grayson looked at you, his look said it all. Sympathy and pain, his eyes wrinkled just a little because he was frowning, his lips curved downwards a bit. He had bags under his eyes, he hadn’t gotten much sleep and that was partially your fault. Okay, it was all your fault.

Being pregnant was horrible, you were constantly throwing up or just feeling crappy throughout the entire day. So, when you and Grayson would fall asleep, you would always creep into his bedroom complaining about headaches or stomach pains. Or, he’d have to run to the bathroom to help hold your hair up.
So, he eventually ended up moving into your bedroom, it made things much easier but he still lost sleep. Maybe more since you kept tossing and turning a lot.

Grayson walked over to your side of the bed and bent down to your level, he lifted up a hand and softly caressed your jaw and cheek. He used his thumb to push away the stray strands of hair as your head fell against his palm, so he cupped your face. “Time heals everything.” He whispered. “Well time is taking an awfully long time to do so, Grayson.” You muttered as Grayson leaned forward. His lips made soft contact with your forehead and your eyes fluttered shut at the relieving feeling. His lips lingered for a few seconds before he pulled away. “Just trust me.” He mumbled and stood up. You sighed and looked down at your growing stomach. It wasn’t very big, you were able to cover it with some of Grayson’s T-shirts and his baggy sweatshirts, but you knew you’d grow to be the size of a whale, not being able to fit into anything. The thought made you frown, you’d have to work out a lot more often to lose all the weight and Grayson would consistently have to remind you that you weren’t fat, it was just the baby. Of course you being you, you wouldn’t listen to him.
Delicately, you pressed your cold palm against your belly and sighed.

A tiny human was growing inside of you, and it didn’t have a father…
Well it did..but he didn’t want either of you.

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It’s Difficult (WTLYBF) - 5

You strolled around your house, cleaning and picking up things while dancing to your playlist. Today was a solo day so you decided to clean up. While picking up random things on the floor, you almost trip over a small clump. You look down and recognize it as one of Jungkook’s hoodies he must’ve forgotten here. Picking it up, a whiff of Jungkook’s scent hit you. Not even thinking about it, you pulled it over your head; it fit big on you. You smile contently and continue to your tasks. Halfway into organizing your food cabinet, there was a knock at your door. “Coming!” you yell. Setting down a can of fruit, you jog to the door and open it. “Hey,” Taehyung says, smiling and entering your flat. You smile and greet him back. “Why does your place not look like a garbage dump like usual?” You laugh, slapping his shoulder. “Shut up. I decided to clean.” He nods and goes to enter your kitchen but stops, turning around. “Isn’t that Jungkook’s hoodie?” Your face feels hot but you nod shyly. “Oh. Well, you look cute.” Taehyung walks off and leaves you a blushing mess. Why did his compliments still get to you? And why were you embarrassed about being caught wearing Kook’s hoodie? He was just a close friend. “Did you come to eat my food or what?” Tae laughs and shakes his head. “I came to take you out to eat. You down?” You nod and leave to go change into go out clothes. You keep the hoodie and just slip on a pair of jeans. Grabbing the brush, you comb out your tangled hair and fix it up. “I’m ready,”

You sat across from Taehyung, scanning the menu in front of you. A burger seemed good right now. “Are we ready to order?” the waiter asks. The both of you nod and tell him your orders. “So, how’ve you been?” You smile and shrug. “Fine, I guess. Jungkook recently got me that EXO album I’ve been wanting, so I’m happy about that.” Tae raises his eyebrows. “He did?” You nod, sighing contently. “I don’t want him buying me things like that, but it was EXO so I couldn’t refuse.” He laughs at you, eyes crinkling up in the cutest way. “What a fangirl.” You playfully glare at him with a pout. “Oh shut up you art hoe.” He smirks at you, most likely having a comeback. “At least I like modern things like art.” You also smirk. “EXO is art.” He lets out a playful scream. “Shut up.” You laugh at him, calming yourself down after a good few seconds. Your banter must’ve been loud because a little 8 year old came up to you with a cheeky grin. “Aw, you two are cute! Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?” You choke on your spit but shake your head as you hit your chest. “Just friends.” you reply. She nods, her mouth in an O shape. “Do you at least like each other?” Inside, you wince but you just smile it off while kindly denying it. “I don’t really like anyone in a like like kind of way.” Tae turns to you. “You sure?” You nod, raising an eyebrow. Did it seem like you had a crush on someone? “Wait, who’d you think I had a crush on?” Tae shakes his head, grinning. He seemed a lot happier all of a sudden. “Sana, leave them alone and come back here!” The little girl who was named Sana giggles and waves before skipping back to her mom. You smile, “cute.” Taehyung nods. Time must’ve went by quickly because the waiter headed towards you with your food. You thank him when he sets it all down, beginning to open your mouth to take a bite. “Why aren’t you with Jungkook today?” Taehyung asks you. “He’s on a night out with his family. Otherwise he’d probably be at my house playing Overwatch while I clean or something.” You giggle at the thought, biting your burger. “So would you deny me if you were hanging with Jungkook?” You shake your head. “Of course not, you’re my friend too. What’s with these questions?”

“I don’t know, just curious.”

Once done eating, you paid and headed elsewhere. “Where’s the gucci store?” Taehyung asks. “Stop wasting your money on gucci, buy some other brand.” He looks at you with a serious face. “No.” You burst out laughing, eventually making him laugh too. Your phone starts ringing, meaning you had a call. You pick it up, not caring enough to check who it was. “Hello-” “I’M FREE, WHERE ARE YOU SO WE CAN HANGOUT?” You immediately knew it was Jungkook. “Oh hi. Uh, I’m with Tae, in the shopping area downtown.” you answer. “Ok, I’m heading there now.” You nod to yourself. “Bye. I love you.” You’d say it back without hesitation, but Taehyung was next to you and most likely listening. With hot cheeks, you murmur it back. “I love you too..” You hang up and put your phone away. “Was that Jungkook?” You nod, covering your face. “Be honest with me, do you like him or not? You get flustered whenever he’s mentioned.” Your mind goes blank and you blink, thinking. Did you? You don’t know. “I don’t know.” Tae gives you a glare. “Just tell me, I need to be sure.” You furrow your eyebrows. “Why?” He freezes and his cheeks go pink. “Uh I-” You interrupt him before he made up an excuse. “Just tell me.”

“Do you like Jungkook or not?” You roll your eyes. “No, I don’t.” As you said that, your stomach felt weird, almost as if it was telling you you were lying. You ignored it though. “Ok..The truth is, Y/N, that I- I uh..like? You? A lot?” Your heart felt like it frozen. Your eyes were wide and you were frozen. Did he just say what you thought he said? “Say that again?” you ask. “I-” Taehyung breathes in and out before continuing. “I like you.” he says it, but doesn’t face you. His eyes looked everywhere but at you. You were going to speak but a familiar voice interrupted you. “You what?”

»woo..this is short but I wanted to update. this series is almost coming to an end ahhh. the amount of support I got in just 3-4 days is unbelievable ❤️thank u thank u thank u«

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Imagine running into Bill when you go for a swim in the lake at night.

You took a deep breath in as you took a look at the lake, smiling softly at how beautiful the moon looked shining over the calm water. You reminded yourself to thank your friend once more for suggesting you take a break from work and stay for some time in her cottage, which you still didn’t know why she didn’t visit that often. Sure, the house was a little secluded, not close to the town and rather closer to the woods but there were still a few houses nearby that people lived in and this gorgeous lake in addition. What more could anyone need to relax?

You took a deep breath in, all the plants around you filtering the oxygen better than anything and making you feel fresh all over again with just a deep breath. You smiled, setting your towel aside on a rock and slowly taking off your shoes and socks, you took hold of your jeans later and took them off as well. Soon followed your jacket and shirt. It was a little cold but you knew the water would be warm enough to make up for all of it.

You were only in your underwear, maybe not the most attractive ones you had or classy. Something to make you feel comfortable anyway. You had not bothered to bring a swimsuit because your friend had not informed you about the lake, but not really caring when you were all alone in the middle of the night and nobody could-

Water splashing and movement caught your attention, and you knew it wasn’t from you because your feet were barely under the water. Your head snapped in that direction and your heart leapt to your throat when you spotted a man standing a few feet away from you, shirtless the very least. You didn’t want to try and look below the waist.

“I’m- I’m sorry!” he said immediately once noticing how stiff you were “I- I didn’t mean to scare you.” he raised his hands, shaking his head.

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Originally posted by tfimtrash

Requested: Hey, if you’re still open to requests, could you do a Theo x Reader imagine where whenever you’re alone together he is really cute and not as tough as he seems when you are around the rest of the pack. Thank you.

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

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3 Billion Dollars - G Dragon Mafia!AU

Originally posted by shadowtina

Summary: When your father owes 3 billion dollars to the mafia, he must repay his debt. Although things don’t exactly go the way he hoped. 

Genre: Fluffy with a hint of angst in this one

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

A/N: This is the first story I’m posting on Tumblr! I hope you like it! I will always take requests if you wanna send me any. Anyways please enjoy! 

PS: This is just part 1 and it maybe kinda slow.

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~ Admin Brooklyn

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“What are we going to do?” Your mother whisper quietly to her husband. Her disappointment in your father was clear, as her face framed her emotions, all of them ranging from anger and frustration to anxiety and worry.

“I don’t know, but I’m so sorry.” Your dad said, remorse filling his voice. “I’m sorry. I’ve should’ve found a better way. I could’ve-”

“Are they coming?” Your mother cut him off, igniting a new problem in their minds.

“I don’t know. They didn’t say they would.” Your father said. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed through the house. Little three-year-old you smiled and ran towards the door.

“Mommy, Mommy someone’s here!” You giggled joyfully. As you stood in front of the door waiting for someone to open it. Your mother picked you up and carried you away from the front door.

“Sweetheart, (Y/N), go play in your room please.” You looked at your mother with wide eyes and nodded your head. She carefully set you down and you headed towards your room. Your mother watched as you climbed the steps and went to your room. The sound of the doorbell broke her trance. She looked at the door with panic and fear as she turned the knob. She plastered a smile on her face as the door swung open.

Her smile dropped as her visitor sprouted a malicious one. Before her stood Mr. Kwon, a high class mafia boss, one of the richest men in the world, and the man your father owes more than 3 billion dollars too.

“Hello. You must be (Y/M/N). I’m sure your know who I am.” He said. His voice was smooth and sharp, like a knife. He was older than what his appearance said, although a few grey hairs had threatened show. He had cunning cat-like eyes and thin lips. He was surrounded by men, all covered in dark clothing, except a little boy whom wore red and clinged to Mr. Kwon’s legs. He had big round cheeks and short jet black hair with dark brown eyes. He couldn’t be older than five. Your father walked up to your mother and gave Mr. Kwon a loose awkward smile.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” He said his voice wavering. “Please come in.”

Mr. Kwon gave him a curt nod, a devilish smile plastered on his face. Mr. Kwon held the little boy’s free hand, the boy’s other hand was occupied by a bright red gift bag. Mr. Kwon lead the little boy inside, then followed by all the men around him.

“Thank you for inviting us. Who knows what would happen if you didn’t.” Mr. Kwon said. He took off his shoes then turned towards the little boy to help. His shoes already off and neatly set together on the mat holding other shoes. You mom and dad led the way towards your kitchen. Mr. Kwon sat down and pulled the boy closer to him.”This is my son Ji Yong. He seemed lonely, and I’ve heard that you have a daughter.”

At his words your mom and dad shot up, terrified about Mr. Kwon’s plans. Young Ji Yong clutched the gift bag to his chest. Mr. Kwon smiled at their fear, his eyes scanning over your parents. “Why don’t you call her over?”

His request sent chills up your mother’s spine. She frowned and opened her mouth to say something, but your father stopped her. She glared at him, until he nudged her, hinting at how the men around them were reaching for their guns. Ji Yong started at your mother watching her first instinct to defy his father.

“(Y/N), come down here please.” Your father called stiffly. Ji Yong watched your parents carefully, his gaze then switching to the men that came with them. The men listened to his father out of respect, while your parents listened out of fear. Ji Yong sometimes envied the control that his father had. Ji Yong looked up at his father, who looked down and smiled fondly at him. Little footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs at an uneven, yet steady pace. You walked towards the kitchen, a smile on your face. As you stepped into the kitchen, your smile fell. You looked at mom and a small smile formed on your face as you ran to her. You eyed the men in the room, your innocent eyes staring out of curiosity, as you hid behind your mother’s legs.

“Hi there. You must be (Y/N).” Mr. Kwon said. Your parents grabbed your shoulders and pulled you closer to them. You made eye contact with Mr. Kwon, who looked at you expectantly. You nodded your head then looked at the floor. Mr. Kwon chuckled at your cuteness and guided Ji Yong so he stands in front of him. Ji Yong was staring at you, watching you in curiosity. You didn’t seem afraid, just shy.

“This is my son Ji Yong. He came to play with you (Y/N).” Mr. Kwon said. Your head shot up, eyes wide. You’ve never had someone to play with before. Ji Yong smiled at you and you stepped away from your mother. Her grip on your shoulders tightened as she pulled you back to her. The men in black were quick to react as their hands went to their belts, grabbing their weapons.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, calm down. We’re trying to make friends. Isn’t that right (Y/L/N)?” Mr. Kwon’s taunting smile threatened your mother and father. You watched the men as their hands backed away slowly from their guns. Your father pried your mother’s hands off your shoulders. Ji Yong stepped towards you as you walked away from your mother and towards him.

“Hi there.” Ji Yong said softly. His voice was quiet, but reached your ears softly. You gave him a shy wave and looked at him with wide curious eyes. He smile softly and stepped closer to you.

“(Y/N), can you take Ji Yong to play up in your room? I need to talk to your parents.” Mr. Kwon’s voice asked. His voice very calm and relaxed, while your parents quivred in fear. You nodded your head and walked towards Ji Yong, grabbing his hand in your tiny one.

“Come on.” You said quietly, still feeling slightly shy. You were happy to play with somebody, but that doesn’t mean you knew them. Your parent’s had always said to never trust a stranger, and you still didn’t know anything about Ji Yong, except for his name. You lead him away from the kitchen and towards the stairs leading to the upper level of the house. Ji Yong’s hand was able to wrap around yours easily, almost engulfing your tiny one. The red gift bag made crinkling noises as he walked up stairs with you guiding him up and out.

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Your parents watched Mr. Kwon, his venomous smile ready to unleash his hidden plan that would soon haunt them. Everyone could hear the footsteps as they reached the top of the steps, as well as the rustling the gift bag made as Ji Yong climbed the steps. It wasn’t until the squeaking of your door, followed by the sound of it shutting, did Mr. Kwon finally say something.

“You’re in quite the pickle aren’t you (Y/L/N)?” Mr. Kwon said, getting up from his seat and stalking his way towards the refrigerator. He opened it carelessly and grabbed a drink. “Three billion dollars. That’s a lot of money. Not to mention the men, and the time I lost without that money. You sir, owe me a lot in order to compensate what I lost.”

“It’s okay though, I’ve decided there are a few things we could do to fix your little problem.” Mr. Kwon had them and he knew it. The way your father’s eyes lit up, but at the same time your mother’s skeptical eyes glared, preparing for what he had planned for her family.

“Your daughter is wonderful, by the way. She seems very shy, yet I think she’ll be very independent.” Your mother narrowed her eyes at him. Mr. Kwon just smirked, happy that he was able to get some reaction out of her. He loved seeing how people tried to defy him, like they would have a chance to prove him wrong, especially when he had the power to be right.

“Stay away from my daughter. She has nothing to do with this.” Your mother said. The men around them reached for their guns, but made no effort to aim them.

“Sweetheart you are in no position to be making orders. Your husband here, has wasted a lot of my money, my time, and my men. You must know how valuable money is. Things always seem to be more expensive when you have kids, don’t they.” Mr. Kwon paused, taking a sip of his drink. His pause went on a little longer, not only for dramatic effect,  but he wanted to watch as fear sunk into your mother’s eyes. “I just want to make sure I have what I need to solidify my child’s future.”

“What do you mean?” Your father asked cautiously. Mr. Kwon malicious smile appeared once again. He stayed quiet until he heard what he had been waiting for. The house seemed to echo your screams soon followed by a quieter, more joyful fit of giggles. Your parents faces fell containing their horror and shock.

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You smiled and clung to Ji Yong as he giggled and smiled. You had been playing together for quite sometime, enjoy each other’s company, well at least you were. After you had gotten to your room he had given you his gift. The shiny red bag with the red and white tissue paper preventing you from seeing to the gift. Ji Yong watched as you unwrapped the gift slowly but surely making your way to the object his father picked out for you. Ji Yong knew what was going on down stairs. He already knew the ultimatum his father would be giving your parents in a minute. He knew what his father had planned for his future, and Ji Yong trusted his father enough to let him take control. So he sat back and watched your eyes light up with joy as you pulled out a fuzzy deep blue blanket that held another item. Along with the blanket was a stuffed dog, a blue ribbon acting as a small collar. You pulled the blanket around you and held onto the dog, creating a small tent just for yourself.

“Do you like it?” Ji Yong asked. You smile and nodded happily.

“Thank you.” You said sweetly. Ji Yong gave you his wide smile and scooted closer to you. “Wanna help me make a fort?”

After a few minutes of setting up, Ji Yong pushing chairs and pillows, and you sitting with blankets directing him where things should go, the fort was done and filled with all your stuffed animals. Ji Yong crawled his way into the fort, making you giggle as he commando crawled. You scooted over to make room for him, only to run into Miss Cupcake, your stuffed unicorn, causing you to sit on her hind legs due to the lack of space. He smiled at you and grabbed a storybook, showing off his skill of reading to you. Although the few words he skipped caused rifts in the story, you enjoyed the effort he made and soon you two started playing games.

Half way through the game of hide and seek in your room (which didn’t last two round thanks to Miss Cupcake being a tattle tale). Ji Yong had found you in your closet and scared you by tickling your sides causing you to scream. You fell over on top of him in a fit of giggles and kept rolling until his torture ended. By then he was smiling and you were a fit of giggles. Ji Yong would just smile at you and you couldn’t stop laughing.

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“You are not going to take my daughter away from me and give her away like some prize.” Your mother growled at Mr. Kwon. He raised his eyebrow in amusement as the men around them pulled out their guns and aimed them at your mother. Your father pulled her closer to him and held her tightly against his chest. Calming down, her growling of ungodly words had settled to a glare as Mr. Kwon casually sipped his drink. Your giggles still echoing in the house.

“You see, I planned to let her live with you. Let you raise her, teach her what she’ll need to know, until Ji Yong can take my spot. Then she’ll become apart of the mafia world, alongside my son. Or we can continue this, let you struggle and fight to save your only daughter. Which will end up with both of you dead on the floor, and (Y/N) an orphan. I guess we’ll just have to take her in early then. So your choice (Y/L/N), now or later.” Mr. Kwon stood patiently waiting for their answer. Your mother calmed down, but her glare was steady. The men lowered their weapons as your mother nodded her head and Mr. Kwon smiled at his victory.

“Good choice.” Mr. Kwon was cut off by hurried foot steps and the sound of giggling. You ran into the kitchen, the fuzzy blue blanket still wrapped around you. You hid behind your mother’s legs, your giggling dying down. Ji Yong ran to catch up with you and caught you in the kitchen. Your giggles grew back to life again and you ran away from your mother and towards Mr. Kwon. You hid behind his legs, until he picked you up.

“Do you like your gift (Y/N)?” He asked sweetly. You nodded your head shyly and buried yourself in the blanket more.

“She’s still shy around you dad.” Ji Yong said. Mr. Kwon looked down at Ji Yong and smiled. He set you down carefully then smiled at your parents. They watched in horror as you giggle playfully with Ji Yong, him tickling you as you fell onto the floor again.

“This has been wonderful, but we must get going Ji Yong, you have to get to bed soon.” Mr. Kwon said, a knowing smile on his face. A whine sounded from both you and Ji Yong as you two stopped playing. Ji Yong helped you up and then sent a smile your way. You couldn’t help but giggle as you covered his head with the blanket once more. He smiled at you then pulled away and looked up at his father. Mr. Kwon guided Ji Yong towards his shoes and got ready to leave, with you trailing behind them silently. You gave Ji Yong one last smile, which was quickly returned by a wide one of his own.

“Goodbye little (Y/N), hopefully we’ll see you soon.” Mr. Kwon said sweetly at you. You smiled back at him and gave him a small wave.

“I hope you understand our deal (Y/L/N). We don’t want anything to get ruined.” Mr. Kwon said, his malicious smile returning once more. Your father gave him a curt nod, satisfying Mr. Kwon.

“Bye Bye Yongie.” You said to Ji Yong smiling. Mr. Kwon smiled down at his shoes, while your parents stood motionless. Ji Yong turned and smiled at you and waved. His shoes on and ready to go.

“Bye (Y/N). I’ll see you later.” Ji Yong replied. Mr. Kwon held Ji Yong’s hand and walked out the door, leaving you to wonder when they’ll come back.