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“The Basics”

The basic structure of the sortinghatchats system is that you aren’t just sorted into one House, but into two tiers of Houses: Primary and Secondary. Your Primary House defines WHY you do things. Your Secondary defines HOW. To build this system, we’ve drawn on the Sorting Hat’s songs, general HP canon, extracanonical data (ex. interviews with JKR)… and then extrapolated.

People are complex– for joy or for utility, due to social pressure or careless recreation, people often use the reasoning or methods of Houses that aren’t their Primary or Secondary. We call this “modelling” or “performing” a house and we will explain it in greater detail later. These additional layers help us capture some complexities in characters that we couldn’t get using Primary and Secondary alone. People can vary hugely in how they embody their Houses; in this system, Aang, the heroic pacifist protagonist from Avatar the Last Airbender, shares most of his Houses with HP’s Lord Voldemort.

The way you decide which Houses are yours is not necessarily by looking at what you do, but at what would make you proudest and most content if you were strong enough to do it. Your sorting is what you want to be and what you believe you should do, whether or not you actually live up to it. That’s how people like Peter Pettigrew can end up in Gryffindor.


Your Primary is your why. It’s your motivations, your values, and the way you frame the world around you. It’s how and what you prioritize, and what you weigh most heavily when making your decisions. People often also assume that others share those priorities. A common response to our system is “but you must oversort into Gryffindor/Slytherin/Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff–everyone has that type of morality, deep down!”

Gryffindor Primaries trust their moral intuitions and have a need and a drive to live by them. They feel what’s right in their gut, and that matters and guides them. If they don’t listen to and act on that, it feels immoral.

We call Gryffindor morality “felt” but that doesn’t mean they’re all impetuous, emotional hellions. Gryffindors can still be intelligent, deliberate creatures who weigh their decisions and moralities carefully. Reasoning, intellectualizing and debate can be support for a Gryffindor’s felt morality– but those things can never make a fully satisfying morality in themselves. Some things are just wrong, no matter what pretty words you use to explain them.

Ravenclaw Primaries have a constructed system that they test their decisions against before they feel comfortable calling something right. This system might be constructed by them, or it might have been taught to them as children, or it might have been discovered by them some point later in life. But it gives them a way to frame the world and a confidence in their ability to interact with it morally.

Ravenclaws do not lack an intuitive sense of morality or gut feeling about things, but they distrust those instincts and have a need to ignore or to dig down deep and dissect those internal moral impulses. Living within their built moral system is as important to a Ravenclaw as to a Gryffindor; it’s the source of the morality that differs between them–what they trust.

Hufflepuff Primaries value people–all people. They value community, they bond to groups (rather than solely individuals), and they make their decisions off of who is in the most need and who is the most vulnerable and who they can help. They value fairness because every person is a person and feel best when they give everyone that fair chance. Even directly wronged, a Hufflepuff will often give someone a second (or fifth) chance.

This doesn’t mean all Hufflepuffs are inherently tolerant human beings, any more than all Gryffindors are inherently good, moral creatures. Hufflepuffs tend to believe that all people deserve some type of kindness, decency, or consideration from them–but they can define “person” however they want, excluding individuals or even whole groups.

Slytherin Primaries are fiercely loyal to the people they care for most. Slytherin is the place where “you’ll make your real friends”– they prioritize individual loyalties and find their moral core in protecting and caring for the people they are closest to.

Slytherin’s reputation for ambition comes from the visibility of this promotion of the self and their important people– ambition is something you can find in all four Houses; Slytherin’s is just the one that looks most obviously selfish.

Because their morality system of “me and mine first” is fairly narrow in scope, Slytherins often construct a secondary morality system to deal with situations that are not addressed by their loyalty system.


Your Secondary is your how. It’s how you approach the world as a person interacting with it, and how you make your way. It’s how you problem-solve. It’s not necessarily what you’re best at, or even what’s the most useful to you, but about what skills and methods you value as being intrinsic to you. Do you improvise, do you plan? Do you work on something a little bit every day? Do you charge into the fray and tell people exactly what’s on your mind? What do you do? How would you describe the way you meet the world?

Note: the term “Secondary” is not meant to imply that how you do things is any less important than why (the Primary House). It’s simply the way our terminology fell out and we’re too lazy to change it. The importance of motivations v. methods is a personal sliding scale– it’s perfectly valid for a person to identify with their Secondary House over their Primary. (When drawing from canonical sources, we assumed each character likely was in a House that matched to either their Primary or their Secondary. For instance, Harry is in Gryffindor for his heroic Gryffindor Primary, but Ginny Weasley is there for her brash and bold Gryffindor Secondary.)

Gryffindor Secondaries charge. They meet the world head-on and challenge it to do its worst. Gryffindor Secondaries are honest, brash, and bold in pursuit of things they care about. Known for their bravery, it is almost a moral matter to stay true to themselves in any situation that they’re in.

Ravenclaw Secondaries plan. They collect information, they strategize. They have tools. They run hypotheticals and try to plan ahead for things that might come up. They build things (of varying degrees of practicality and actual usefulness) that they can use later– whether that’s an emergency supply pack, a vast knowledge of Renaissance artistic techniques and supplies, or a series of lists and contingency plans. They feel less at home in improvisation and more comfortable planning ahead and taking the time to be prepared.

Hufflepuff Secondaries toil. Their strength comes from their consistency and the integrity of their method. They’re our hard workers. They build habits and systems for themselves and accomplish things by keeping at them. They have a steadiness that can make them the lynchpin (though not usually the leader) of a community. While stereotyped as liking people and being kind (and this version is perhaps a common reality), a Hufflepuff secondary can also easily be a caustic, introverted misanthrope who runs on hard work alone.

Slytherin Secondaries improvise. They are the most adaptive secondary, finding their strength in responding quickly to whatever a situation throws at them. They improvise differently than the Gryffindor Secondary, far more likely to try coming at situations from different angles than to try strong-arming them. They might describe themselves as having different “faces” for different people and different situations, dropping them and being just themselves only when they’re relaxing or feel safe.

But the Journey Continues…

These four basic Primary and Secondary houses are summarized starting places that we use as a basis for further discussion. What are some ways this gets complicated?

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Burrito Blanket Batmom - Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

I kinda love the idea of a “burrito blanket” batmom haha, and since I thought the request from anonymous I received was quite similar, I mixed them up together. Hope you’ll like it, particularly you @dannysanime, as usual, feedbacks are very welcome :) : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


-Are you alright mother ?

It’s early in the morning when your youngest son finds you in the living room, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, eyes wide open and not really looking at anything in particular. You don’t even react as he approaches you. 

-Mother ? Hey ? Mom are you alright ? 

Finally, you turn your head to look at him, blanket all the way up to your chin and wrapped around your head (and all around your body really, your face the only thing peering out of this burrito you made of yourself), you say in a croaked voice : 


Damian is immediately worried. It isn’t often, if not never, that you complain. That you let things get you down. You’re the cheery one of the family. You and Dick often are the ones that see the positive things in everything, so, seeing you there, laying on the couch without even the TV on, and looking as if you were completely done with life…Well, it worries your kid. 

You realize that he’s concerned about your well being when he kneels in front of you, and put his palm on your forehead. Oh, sweet boy. If only everyone could see him as you saw him, if only he’d be as nice with everyone as he is with you…No one would ever call him “brat” anymore. 

-I’m not sick honey, I’m just…I’m just….erf…

-…You’re just “erf” ?

You shrug your shoulder. Or at least, Damian thinks you shrug your shoulder, he isn’t really sure, seeing as you’re wrapped tightly in that damn comforter. 

He’s not sure what’s wrong with you, but he still wants to help. 

-Hum…Is there anything I can do for you ? Do  you want coffee ? Something to eat ? Or do you want me to go put a movie on or something ? Anything, really ?

You smile weakly at him, and it makes him frown. Your smiles are never weak ! They’re always so bright, warm, beautiful ! They always make him feel better, not matter what. Awkwardly, he brushes a few fingers against your cheek, and your smile widens a  little. Here. Better. 

-You’re already doing a lot my boy. 

“My boy”. He loved when you called him that. It made him feel…It just made him feel loved. And like a part of the family. Your son. But of course he was your son, you never saw him in any other way, even at the difficult beginnings…

He kept on brushing your cheek lightly, putting some strand of hair out of your face. You managed to take an arm out of your blanket, and caressed his hair lovingly, he laid his head next to yours, kneeling on the floor in front of you, and you just shared a sweet mom/son moment…So much that you both fell into a deep and comfortable slumber. 

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Jeff Atkins Imagine #1

Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways

I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*


Originally posted by cynicalsunset

    Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.

And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry. 

“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper. 

There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship. 

“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.” 

You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”

“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too. 

You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!” 

Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?” 

“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression. 

“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed. 

You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt. 

“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…” 

“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends. 


It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better

But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly. 

You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy. 

“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect. 

“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly. 

“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.” 

Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?” 

You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him. 

“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly. 

“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff. 


It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out. 

“We still on?” Bryce called out. 

You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.” 

Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed. 

When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor. 

You thought you had heard wrong. “What?” 

“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!” 

Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.” 

“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-” 

“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.” 

Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.” 

You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.” 

Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint. 

When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?” 

You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.” 

“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.” 

You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.” 

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.

“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.” 


Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

POPTEEN Magazine, September: Kyungsoo interview

Q0. I thought it could be realistic, that Hwandong and his ex-girlfriend, Hyejeong, can’t be honest even as they worry about each other. What did you think of the two’s relationship?

I thought it was enviable (laughs). Because even if they fight verbally whenever they see each other, they respect and think of each other deep down. It’s an ideal relationship, and I think to have a partner like that would be something wonderful.

Q1. What do you have and don’t have in common with Hwandong?

Maybe what we have in common is that we’re optimistic and have hardworking personalities. I also have a clear idea of my goals and try hard for the sake of achieving them. But our dating lives might differ. Hwandong doesn’t tell everything to the person he likes even when he has something to say, but I hope to do everything I can to avoid regret with my partner (laughs).

Q2. What advice do you want to give to teens for achieving their dreams?

It usually isn’t feasible to achieve your goal or dream in one step. Fulfilling a dream is a process, and I don’t think it can be had without each and every necessary experience along the way. So when you’re in your teens, you can’t look away from what you should do just because you don’t like the work (laughs). Even if you’re thinking “I hate this,” won’t you find strength in thinking of it as a step to what you personally want? I’ve managed to fulfill one of my dreams too, and now I’m trying on a new one.

Q3. What were you like as a teenager?

I was a really ordinary high school student. My student life was typical, playing around with close friends. Though that’s when I started to like music and to put in the effort to become an entertainer who would get to sing and act in the future.

Q4. Your ideal woman?

My ideal person stays as someone with a pretty smile. Just like how there are people with cool ear-to-ear grins, there are people with small, cute smiles. I’d love if someone I had feelings for liked to smile (laughs).

Q5. Something fun about being an actor?

That I can experience what I otherwise wouldn’t have. That’s a good part of an acting career. It also does make me glad to see others touched by or relate to my roles.

Q6. Word is you’re good at cooking. What can one do to become good at it?

Although it’s important to practice making dishes, it might be helpful to make them after getting to know the specific flavors of ingredients and seasonings. If you do that, you’d have a rough idea of what flavor mixing ingredients together might lead to. I’m doing my own research and refer a lot to recipes on the Internet to figure out how to create tastier dishes!

Q7. What are you good at making?

Steak and doenjangjjigae. When there’s opportunity to, I’d like to study traditional Japanese dishes as well.

Q8. A Korean dish you recommend?

Cheonggukjang-jjigae. It has a scent similar to natto, although it’s stronger and might be polarizing. But I like it (laughs). It’s very delicious!

Q9. What food did you find tasty while in Japan?

Ochazuke, monjayaki, nukazuke. I really like natto as well. Tonkatsu ramen is good too but Korean cuisine has a lot of strong flavors already, so I lean to lighter flavors with Japanese cuisine!

Q10. A message for Popteen readers!

Enjoy your summer vacation! And if you have a dream or goal for the future, try hard for its sake. I’m cheering for you too!

jpn to kor: @DYOBONBON 1, 2 | kor to eng: fydk

Reasons to love each member of Stray Kids

Chan: Chan is legit boyfriend material. He can cook, he’s responsible, and most of all, you can tell how caring he is by the way he treats his members. Chan is such a loving person, and you can truly see that in the way he acts. 

Woojin: I swear, Woojin doesn’t get enough credit for being so hilarious. I swear, half the time I see him during episodes, I’m laughing my ass off. He’s so cute too, honestly, idk how this guy is older than me, he acts so young. His smile is amazing.

Minho: Omg, where do I start. Can we just talk about how genuinely caring he is? he’s always helping people out with dances and that makes me so happy. He kinda looks lost half the time, but that makes him purer?? 

Changbin: Mr. Dark man I swear. He’s honestly a low key tsundere, and definitely not as dark as he wishes he was lol. He’s so hilarious and you can tell by his small actions that he’s super kind.

Hyunjin: He stands out so much honestly. His smile is honestly beautiful, just like him. He is so talented and works so hard to improve, and he loves all his group members so much.

Jisung: Actually talented af. Rapping, composing, singing, dancing; what can’t this boy do?? Plus, he’s so funny and caring and honestly, I just want to hug him half the time.

Felix: The fandom’s meme. He’s such a lost child, and dabs way too much, but he’s so talented I swear. His facial expressions give all of us life. Honestly, he’s just so pure.

Seungmin: Actually hilarious. I swear, from the hiding behind the door thing to the baseball thing, he never has a dull moment. His voice too omg. He honestly is just so happy and genuine.

Jeongin: My son omg. He is actually the cutest, especially when he smiles and his eyes crinkle up. Has so much potential, and is so talented already. He actually deserves the world.

It is not Stray Kids without ot9. Each of them makes the group who they are today, and I can’t imagine any of them getting eliminated. Let’s debut ot9~!

BTS REACTION : you are being bratty

request : Bts reacting to their baby girl(dlg) being a brat. Hehe

(short reaction)


“Are you seriously being bratty right now ? You’re going to regret this later” *winks*


*listens to you being bratty and teasing him, but doesn’t respond. He ignores your bratty attitude for a couple minutes before getting up and violently grabbing your wrist*

”You don’t know what you just got yourself into”


*You whisper dirty things into his ear, teasing him because you know he can’t do anything since the other members are around*

“Why are you like this ?” he asks, trying to hide the obvious growing bulge in his shorts.


*gives you a death stare*

“In my room, right now”


“Babe, if one more word comes out of your mouth, I’m-”

*you interrupt him with another bratty comment*

“Get on your knees, NOW”


*teases back by acting like what you were saying didn’t affect him in any way*

“You’re so cute babe” he adds with a wide innocent smile before grabbing your thigh and slowly stroking it


*you were in public, with a ton of people around you, you whisper something dirty into his ear*

“What did you just say ?? You are going to regret everything when we’ll get back home” he responds in an annoyed tone. He was clearly turned on but couldn’t do anything about it.

Public Humiliation (Yuta x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) It’s ya girl, Ry, back at it again with that smutty goodness, now kinkier than ever! Let’s all be honest: Who here has been personally victimized by Nakamoto Yuta? Everyone? That’s what I thought. What better way to celebrate our combined demise then with some kinky Yuta smut? Enjoy my little nasties!

Originally posted by royalyeol

You felt your face blaze with heat as the audience members burst into fits of laughter, practically busting stitches while you fought the urge to run off the set.

“Oh my, Yuta,” the television host chuckled cordially, eyes crinkling at you in sympathy as you looked down at your hands folded in your lap in shame. “It seems your translator needs to brush up on her Japanese quite a bit, don’t you think?”

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Mike Wheeler: Not a baby

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x Reader (female)

Originally posted by richiertozier

A/n: sorry for not posting in such a long time, my life has been hectic and sophomore year is super stressful. I’ll be uploading more frequently from now on out though, and I also plan to make a master list soon!

Warnings: none

“Hey (y/n)! Get out of the bathroom, you’re hogging it!” Dustin yelled and loudly rammed his fist against the door.

“I’m just gonna take longer if you bang on the door!” You yelled back and continued to brush your hair even slower than before. You normally weren’t the type to care too much about your hair, and would normally even usually just put your hair in a messy bun and wear overalls. However, yesterday Mike had mentioned that he though your hair was “pretty when it’s down”, and you had been thinking about it ever since.

“I’m gonna burn your adoption papers!” Dustin called through the door.

“Dustin!” His mom yelled at him from another room, indicating that he had gone too far.

“Sorry mom!” He yelled back, but continued banging on the door.

You sighed, and put the hairbrush down as you made your way out of the bathroom.

“Finally, I can piss.”

“Ew Dustin, I didn’t need to know that.” You say to him and he closes the door to the bathroom as he makes his way in, apparently to pee.

For the past month, things had been hectic. Your parents had died in what you had believed to be a freak accident. They worked at the lab, and it had been horrible for you when they died. You had no clue where you would go, what you would do. You had no family.

However, at a funeral for those who died at the lab’s freakish accident, you’d met your now legal brother, Dustin, and his mom. She was a kind sweet lady, and you got along with Dustin, so the soft spot in her decided to adopt you.

Then, you learned that what had happened wasn’t a freak accident. Dustin told you everything, and at first it didn’t seem realistic in the least, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense.

Like, why hadn’t your parent’s bodies been the the funeral? Why was it ashes instead, when they always talked about a proper burial if thins came to it? Why was the lab evacuated, but not the town? Why was the lab still standing, but all its inhabitants dead?

And so, after settling in with Dustin and his much too kind mother, you were adopted. It all happened so fast, and it still shocked you just how fast Dustin’s mom has accepted you and just how easily you and Dustin got along. Dustin explained that part of the reason for your adoption was because his lack of a father made Claudia feel lonely, so she had hoped for a daughter to help her family feel more full. You’d just happened to be super lucky.

You began going to Hawkins middle school with Dustin, and even though you were only months younger than him, you felt years younger. For a while, you simply hid behind him and followed him like a shadow.

However, despite feeling like an alien amongst most of the kids in Hawkins, one boy (bisides your brother that is) made you feel at home. It was Mike. Your feelings for him had first originated when you had scraped your hands up after falling off of your bike, and he had gently cleaned them up and put bandaids on them.

Most of the kids in the group had figured out that you liked him, it’s not like you rally hid it. Everyone except for Mike knew, because he was super oblivious. That’s what Dustin told you at least, but you always just assumed that he didn’t realize it because he didn’t want it to be true.

Once you and Dustin had finished getting ready, you left the house together on your bikes and headed over to the Wheeler house. The entirety of the AV club were all sitting in Mike’s basement, and playing some random card game. The boys had all wanted to play dungeons and dragons, but since neither you nor max knew how to play it, the group had opted for a card game. Max was currently kicking everyone’s ass, because apparently she was a protigy at Texas hold'em poker for some reason, so she knew her way around a card deck easily.

You were sat next to Mike, and had almost completely tuned out what he was saying, because you were busy staring at his face. He apparently said something embarrassing, because everyone started to laugh and tease him, and he blushed and became very flustered. While waving his hands around in exasperation, he had accidentally knocked a cup of water over, and a lot of it had landed on you. Without thinking, he did the cliche move of randomly grabbing a towel and rubbing at the area that had gotten wet on you, and that just happened to be your inner thigh. This only made him more flustered as he apologized after realizing how weird it was for him to run your thigh. You simply laughed it off, and muttered a soft comment about how it was okay, and about how he was cute.

While most people would be shocked by someone calling them cute, Mike acted super causal and simply smiled and messied up your hair in a brotherly manner. You became extremely discouraged. He was treating you no different than how Dustin treated you. You were only 5 months younger than him! You were in the same grade as them! Why did they always treat you like a baby?

In an attempt to not wallow in self-pity, you started listening to the conversation Mike had been having before. And surprisingly, it was about Eleven. That was the final straw, and you suddenly stood up, fighting back tears and excused yourself to go sit outside. You muttered something about getting fresh air, but only Dustin seemed to care, everyone else was either listening to Mike talk about El, or distracted by the card game.

You slipped out of the basement and into the backyard, sitting on a brick and pulling your knees to your chest. You mindlessly began tracing circles on the part of your thigh that Mike had accidentally spilled water on before.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Dustin asked and sat down. You almost jumped, you’d been too count up in your own thoughts to notice that Dustin had come outside after you.

“Why doesn’t Mike like me back?” You asked and sighed. You felt like you didn’t need to be subtle to Dustin, he had known for a while now just by observing how you acted towards Mike.

“Maybe he does-”

“Don’t give me bullshit… it’s probably because you guys all see me as a baby sister. Or maybe because he’s in love with Eleven or something. For fucks sake I’m in the same grade as you all, when will you guys quit babying me? I just wish that Mike would just see me as me and not as your baby sister you know?”

“I guess… I’m sorry I didn’t know that I was doing that. But I seriously think that you should tell him that you like him! You can change things around yourself you know?” Dustin said apologetically, but had a smirk on his face (one that had been permanently pasted to his face ever since he started hanging out with Steve).

“But what if he doesn’t like me back Dustin? I might ruin your friendship, or mine! I like him so much, and I’d rather have him as a friend then not at all.” You paused to think for a second. “It’s just that I always feel like I don’t belong in your group. I feel like you guys are all living as friends and I’m just watching from the outside. But Mike made me feel like an insider. He was the first one of your friends to accept me. And not to mention he’s freaking adorable and-” you cut yourself off so that you wouldn’t ramble anymore. A couple of second of silence ensued between you and Dustin before someone behind you cleared their throat.

You slowly turned around, hoping an praying that whoever it was was anybody besides Mike Wheeler. However, the universe apparently wanted to laugh at you today.

“H-hey.” Mike said and waved awkwardly at you.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” Dustin said, and made the awkward growling noise he was fond of as he walked back inside, leaving only you and Mike.

You stood up and crossed your arms in front of your chest defensively. Mike walked over so that he was standing in front of you.

“So… uh” he started, unsure of what to say next.

“Do you think that maybe we can pretend that this never happened?” You said, glancing up hopefully.

“No.” He deadpanned, and you felt your heart get crushed inside of your chest.

“Oh.” You said and you could hear how deflated your own voice sounded.

“Uh- I mean that… I don’t want to pretend like it never happened.” He rephrased, trying to sound less emtionless this time.

You glanced up, a little hopeful now, and was shaken to see that he was blushing severely. You shyly smiled up at him, and returned the shy smile.

“So does that mean that you…” you said and trailed off, taking a step towards him.

“Yeah.” He said and stepped forward too.

“Since when?” You asked and looked up at his eyes.

“Since the first time I talked to you. I’m sorry for not telling you, I just figured that since you are techanically Dustin’s sister it’d be weird. Or like that you didn’t like me or something.” He said, and you put a hand on his arm to signal that all was forgiven.

“What in the past is in the past, right?”

“Yeah.” He said, and your starring changed from his eyes to his mouth as his rose colored lips formed the word.

Before you lost the courage, you leaned forward, and gently wrapped your arms around his neck and lay them on his shoulders. You leaned your chest against his and he leaned back, so that eventually your lips touched briefly for a soft kiss.

“So.. is this like a thing?” You asked him hopefully and leaned your head back to look at him again, your and his arms still around eachother.

“I sure hope so, otherwise it would’ve been awkward to kiss you.” He says playfully and grins back at you.

“Nice” you say awkwardly, unsure of what to say next, but refusing to move away, hoping that the two of you could stay entangled like this forever.

From the basement door, you hear Dustin’s growling noise, and your face turns even more red and you press your head into Mike’s chest out of embarrassment. You hear Max and Will scold Dustin for spoiling the moment, but to be honest you could care less about that when Mike lay his chin on top of your head and you smiled into his sweater.

Originally posted by geographyofrobots

Ink on my skin

I don’t know what the freak just happened, but Im excited. I hope this turns out the way I want to… 

This is a soulmate au, the one where if you draw something on your skin it appeared on your soulmate’s.


Anyways, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

Warning: Slight angst. Fluff and off-screen character death.
Pairing: Moxiety
Tags: @obviouslyelementary @killerfangirl3 @scarletsaphire @the-prince-and-the-emo @onemorebookidontneed @umbreon-and-chocolate4life @elephantsatsea @skylions-den @nobodygotarrested @inalandofmythandtimeofmagic @deafchildcrossing also @moral-angst and @organizeddiscord because they like the ship.

Part 2 Part 3

For the longest time, Patton has loved painting. He knew he wasn’t the best, yet he loved to make bad doodles over his math textbook. Even if his dogs were confused by weird-looking pots or his people still looked like stick-figures, he loved drawing and painting.

He was eleven-years-old when he was told by his dads what a soulmate was. They said some people had such a strong bond that whenever they write on their skin, it would appear on the skin of their soulmate. One of his dads wrote his name and it appeared on the other.

That was magical for little Patton, so he had to try it.

Hello, my name is Patton and I’m your soulmate.

Followed by the doodle or a heart with big eyes and gigantic smile.

His soulmate didn’t answer, but it was okay, maybe they were shy.


Ever since that day, Patton spend hours and hours drawing on his arms, legs and abdomen. He thought to write with both hands so that he could write in both arms without a problem.

Yet, he knew his soulmate deserve something better.

So, one day he stood in front of his dads with tons of brochures about art summer camps, where the kids could learn any kind of art.

His dads smiled and the next summer he was in one of those art camps.


All the kids were in a small cottage. Patton was smiling enthusiastically holding his notebooks against his chest, waving his hand to all the people around him. Just like in any course, they have to introduced themselves with their age, name, what they do and why they were there.

“My name is Roman, I’m eleven and I sing and act. I’m here because I wanna become the best actor in the world.” He said, confidently earning a few chuckles of the teachers and kids around.

This kid, Roman, sat next to Patton and gave him a smile, encouraging to present himself, and soon a cute friendship was born.

“My name is Patton, I’m twelve and I paint. I’m here because I love painting… and because my soulmate deserves better drawings.”

And hopefully, he would get them.


For the next two years, Patton spend a lot of time painting on his walls, in his notebooks and, of course, on his own arms. He never failed to draw something beautiful on his arms…

Or to draw something, he was aware his art was not the best, but he was trying and that was the thing that count.

“Patton, your friend is here!” His dad yelled and with a quick look on the mirror he went to the door.

Roman was on his doorway, waiting for him and Patton has never felt so happy. He had a shy soulmate, an amazing best friend and loving family.

Patton had everything.


Until one moment, he didn’t.

Death doesn’t discriminate. He was aware of that, yet when the car crash took one of his parents away he mourned hard, he was only sixteen.

That night he drew a willow on his tight, and it was the better drawing he had ever made. He cried and cried until he fell asleep.

Sadly, that crash didn’t take just one of his dads. His other dad, William, was still there but he was too depressed to do or say something, he was like the shadow of what he used to be.

Roman was still around, thankfully.

Patton tried hard not to break down, he tried to be the strong one for his father. He tried to smile.

But he couldn’t.


He knew something was wrong because he couldn’t paint. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get any idea of what to draw.

His brain was dried of ideas and that just frustrated Patton beyond level. He was snappy to his teachers, to his father and even to Roman.

He knew something was wrong the moment he stopped drawing on his skin.


He was in math class, hearing some boring stuff when he picked up a sharpie for the first time in six months and he gathered all the value to write to them again.

Sorry for not talking to you. He wrote on his wrist Life is being horrible lately…

I don’t even know if you exist, y’know?

Under his words, he drew a pair of wings, probably something symbolizing his dad but he tried not to think about it too much.


That night after another dreadful dinner with his father, he felt something tickling on his left wrist, but he ignored it, it was probably another mosquito or a bug biting him.

It wasn’t until the itching became painful that he looked on his skin.

Sorry to hear that.

I exist.

And next to the pair of wings a little arrow, pointing a note

This is your best drawing so far…

That night, he slept with a smile on his face.

This might be three chapters long or something, I already have the plot so dw.

BTS reaction to their crush comforting them cuz they are insecure and think they dont have a chance with them + their crush liking them back.


Jin texted you to meet up because he had something important to tell you. When you arrived at the park you saw how upset he was and it made your heart break.

-“Jin what’s wrong, you look really upset.” You would say concerned.

-“Y/N I’ve liked you for the past 2 years straight but I know you don’t like me back its fine. I know I’m just an ugly, untalented guy” he would blur out really fast.

-“Jin don’t say that. You are really handsome, you are the most talented person I’ve ever met and for your information I do like you too” you would say.

“Omo really? Thank you so much y/n” he would say and hug you.

Rap Monster:

 You saw that he has been really distant and upset lately. It was making you upset too so you decided to confront him.

-“Are you okay? You’ve been really distant lately”

-“There is this girl that I like and she will probably never like me. I’m just a pathetic rapper in a group.”

-“Any girl would be stupid not to like you”

-“Well I like you, y/n ” he would say looking down.“I like you too” you would say and kiss him on the cheek.


He would be so upset to the point where he just couldn’t take it anymore and start yelling at you.

 -“y/n I really like you. Why can’t I be good enough for you to like me back!” he would yell out of breath.

-”But I do like you back and you are more than good enough for me” you would say.

-“Omg thank you so much y/n! I won’t disappoint you. I love you so much!” he would say while picking you up and spinning you around.


This boy would be upset but wouldn’t show until one day you confessed that you like him.

-“V I know this might ruin our friendship but I really like you” you would say looking down.

-“Omo really? You like me? I like you too! I was just too insecure to tell you because I thought you didn’t find me a decent person.” He would say and hugged you.

-“Thank you so much y/n i’m so happy because of you.” He would say and kiss your forhead. 


This sunshine would always hang out with you and be clingy like a puppy especially recently. You were questioning his behavior so you decided to ask what’s up.

-“Hongseok is everything okay?”

-“Y/n I think I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time but I was too scared to tell you after all I’m really ugly and annoying to people so why would such a gorgeous person like you would fall for me” he would say.

-“I like you too J and you are extremely cute and not annoying at all so dont listen to other people” you would say smiling at him as he yelled out in happiness and did a cute little dance that made you laugh. 


He would be so shy whenever he was around you and would be really clumsy knocking your vases over, dropping his phone every 5 minutes. And you would find it weird since just couple weeks ago he was normal.

-”Jungkook are you okay? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

-“Its just that ive been feeling really nervous whenever Im around you and I think I like you y/n, but I know you will never like me back, I know im really ugly” he would say.

-“Jungkook don’t you dare even mention the word ugly when you are talking about yourself! You are extremely beautiful inside and out and I like you too” you would say and hug him.


We all know Suga looks cold on the outside but is warm on the inside. He wouldn’t show that he likes you or that he is feeling insecure. He would let It eat him up on the inside.One day you heard him talking to himself quietly “Why do I have to be such a shitty human? Why cant y/n like me back. Ughhh”

-“Yoongi you are an amazing person so don’t say that, and I do like you back idiot. You should of told me sooner” you would say.

-“Thank you so much y/n im so happy right now and its all thanks to you. I love you.” He would say hugging you tightly.

Originally posted by jiminrolls

different // yoongi

word count // 7.4k

genre // fluff

summary //  in which tattooartist!yoongi meets floral!reader because he needs to practice drawing flowers for his job

a/n // so this was only supposed to be like 3k words??? but i got carried away.  anyways i hope you guys enjoy and the beginning starts out a little slow but i wanted to provide a little background (also theres a prompt for this somewhere on tumblr but i cant find it anymore)

Everything was familiar to you.  After spending your entire life stuck in the same city you born in, everything became routine.  From where you shopped to the people who passed you on the street, nothing in your life changed.  You smiled and greeted the same neighbours you had since you were little when they passed you on your way home from work.  You chatted your way through the same cashiers that were now much older who could remember you from when you couldn’t see above the cash register.  The same people always made your coffee, the same people always delivered the mail, and the same people always walked their dogs next to you while you rushed to get to work.  

You had grown accustomed to the familiarity.  How could you not?  It was comforting and allowed you to find peace in your life.  Nothing necessarily interesting popped out and surprised you at less than desirable moments.  Which is what you found happened when you were forced into family vacations to other cities, and sometimes even other countries.  The entire time you would spend moping around, uncomfortable and uneasy even when you were supposed to be having a fun time.  

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Great Minds Think Alike (Riverdale - Jughead x OC) Part 3

Pairing : Jughead x OC

Synopsis : A new girl arrives in town around the time of Jason Blossom’s accident. That alone makes her suspicious and unlikeable to most people. Jughead has every reason to investigate on her, the timing is too perfect, right? And it has nothing to do with the young girl’s odd yet charming way of always seeming to find her way back to him, no matter the situation.  

Word Count : 2.9k


Part 2 <<< >>> Part 4

It happened so gradually that neither of them realized they were becoming friends until they actually were. At some point, Iris was already there when Jughead came to Pop’s, she sometimes ordered fries and onion rings and she shared them with him as if it was the most natural thing to do. They liked to dip them in vanilla milkshake and Jughead ate the cherry on top while Iris ate the whipped cream. They no longer wrote all the time and ended up spending entire evenings doing nothing but dipping fries in the vanilla shake and talking, sharing far-fetched theories about Jason Blossom’s death or discussing literature and Tarantino movies.

Jughead kept using dry humor to drag her when things became a little too intimate or when a conversation made him uncomfortable. Iris could take a hint and tried not to talk about these again – the first time, it was about his family. It was three weeks after they first met. She stord it I the touchy subjects drawer in her head and never mentioned it again, despite her curiosity. Everything about him stung her curiosity though, she couldn’t help it.

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Prompt: Imagine your OTP are friends who dare each other to get their fortunes told. The fortune teller then tells them that they are destined lovers - and that they will soon be brought together by the powers of fate. Of course, the OTP doesn’t believe it. What follows is a strange series of events that suggest that fate really is bringing them together.

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: l o n g af lol, mentions of hamilton, LOTS OF FLUFF

AN: so i found this blog called OTP Prompts  and if you write fanfics/imagines they have amazing prompts if you get stuck in a rut like i just did lol

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by wxndrwoman

Peter and I were quickly approaching ‘Madam Estrella’s Fortune Telling’. We stopped in front of the store and stared at the door.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” 

“Of course I am. Why, Pete? Are you wimping out?” I teased my best friend. He glared at me.

“Never. Let’s go.” 

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Tickle Monster

Warnings: A bit of swearing and fluff

Request:I saw you were taking request and thought why the hell not. Jerome discovering the reader is super ticklish??? Like supper cute and dorky Jerome???

Originally posted by mystery2myself

“What happens if I win?” Jerome smiled.

“You won’t!” You smirked at him.

“Ready. Set. Go.” Jerome cackled out.

There the challenge began. See, earlier that day Jerome has bragged about you ‘not being able to ignore him’ to a few people. This of course didn’t actually offend you, but you acted like it did just to prove him wrong. The challenge: You weren’t allowed to talked or address Jerome for the rest of the day. Of course he was not about to let that happen.

Later that Day

So, you were just listening to music and cleaning up the kitchen from lunch that was incredibly awkward from all the silence. Jerome took this chance and ran with it. He slowly walked up behind you and gently breathed on the back of your neck. Not knowing who it was you jumped around and screamed.
Then slammed a hand over your mouth ‘You aren’t allowed to scold him.’ You though to yourself. Just to rub it in that he didn’t succeed, you puffed out you cheeks while holding your breath, and then shook your head.

“Damn.” Jerome whispered. “Gonna play tough are we?”

He walked away cackling, knowing that your heart was still pounding from him scaring you. You stood very still trying to catch your breath and keep strong. You couldn’t break.

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Public Love | Jaebum

Just a short imagine I wrote while I was bored and wanted to post it :)))) This is not edited or proofread, so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. I know this is kind of a ‘basic’ topic but I really wanted to write about it so, here you go:) 

Warnings: None :) 

Word Count: 2196

Originally posted by wangpxppy

He sat in front of you as he waited for his coffee. You were so excited to see him. He just got out of the airport and happened to see you in the coffee shop you usually did your school work at. You wanted so badly to hug and kiss him. But you couldn’t. You were in public. 

His management doesn’t allow him to go public with you. He’s begged his manager many time over the past three years to finally let him be able to hold your hand in public and take you out on a date. Let him walk around with you. But he always just got the answer “After this comeback” to receive “Not yet, ask again next year”. One of the other managers finally explained to him that they wanted to keep the image going for the boys. Wanted to keep them single to the public to ‘keep their fans’. They explained that if one of them had a girlfriend, some fans will stop supporting, causing future albums and comebacks to go to shit. When the other boys stated they didn’t care and wanted to see their leader happy, they refused to listen, keeping Jaebum on close watch. Making sure he didn’t leak any information. That’s why you’re a secret. 

Or not so much. To the public eye, and to his fans, you were just his best friend. Close to the other members but his best friend. Knowing him since before his debut, everyone knew you. Fans asking about you on his Vlives or in person, answering questions about you in interviews or to other idols to clear things up, which always broke his heart and just wanted to yell she’s the love of my life! Some fans even openly shipped you two. Telling you that they want you guys together when they saw you out and about. Everyone knew you, just not the way he wanted you to be known as. 

He didn’t mean for the first time you guys saw each other, after two and a half long months, to be in public. Since you lived barely a mile away from the airport, he decided to walk to your house, get some fresh air. He saw you in the coffee shop and couldn’t wait another minute longer. Two and a half months was long enough. He walked in, very quickly let me tell you, almost tripping on his feet. When you looked up from your textbook and notes, about to make sure the clumsy person was okay, you froze looking into those soft brown eyes you’ve only been able to see through your small phone lately. You quickly got up, forgetting where you were and that you needed to keep your cool, knowing some fans or even paparazzi must’ve followed him. He gave you a sad smile, before walking the rest of the distance and hugging you lightly. 

What he really wanted to do was hug you so tightly, you’d turn red and your bones would hurt. He wanted to twirl you around to hear that soft giggle he lives so much. He wanted to kiss those lips he loves and misses so much. He wanted to not let go. But he had to. Because you were in public. 

After the moment where he inhaled your scent, something he hadn’t realized he missed until then, he hesitantly  pulled away. He pointed to your seat and you sat down while he went to order a drink. You shuffled to put your stuff away, dropping a few things, but you didn’t care. Your boyfriend of three years was here. 

And that’s what led up to now. You guys sat across each other, studying each other. His brown hair, messy from his hoody. His brown eyes slightly swollen and his two little moles right below his eyebrow. His slightly chapped lips that he’s licked a few times in the past minute. His eyes staring at your features, taking in your appearance. Your lips red and swollen from biting them in concentration so much. Your hair down and in its natural state. You eyes red from your lack of sleep. 

He opens his mouth to speak but his cut off by the middle aged women bringing his coffee. “Here you go young man.” She kindly smiles as she sat the coffee down. She turns to you, her smile still bright. “You want your regular, sweetie?”

“Yes please, thank you Evelyn.” You smile as she nods and walks away. When she’s out of sight you finally look back to your boyfriend who’s been staring at you the whole time. You smile shyly, your cheeks heating up. 

“With how long we’ve been together, you’d think you wouldn’t blush because of me anymore.” He smiles softly as he takes a sip of his steaming coffee. 

“People say if you still have that effect on your significant other, that’s how you know they’re in love.” you shrug and leaning your elbow onto the table, chin on your palm. 

He raises an eyebrow as his smile becomes wider, eyeing you. “So you’re in love? With who?” 

“Just some guy. Super cute and tries to act like he’s not super soft when he really his. I miss him lots.” 

“Then why don’t you do something about it?” He challenges as he leans back into his eat, arms crossed over his chest. 

“Because we’re in public and we’d both probably get our heads chopped off if I do something about it.” 

His smile drops slightly with your statement. He knew it was a joke, but he also knew how much it hurt you to be kept a secret. He knew deep down you were hurting with that statement, slight hate towards his job for not letting you guys be together publicly. But he also knew that you wouldn’t ever complain about it, because you knew it was his dream job. And you loved him too much to make him choose. 

He sighs and leans forward, his arms crossed on the table. He looks up into your soft eyes that glow with the light that shines above you both. He looks at your smooth skin and flushed cheeks. “I’m sorry I put you through this crap, baby girl. I didn’t mean for me to surprise you here. I was walking to your place and saw you and I just couldn’t wait. Even though I basically am since I can’t even fucking touch you after waiting so damn long. I tried talking to them aga-” 

“Babe, it’s fine. I’m glad you came here. As long as I get to see you, I’m okay.” You smile softly as you look up in time for the coffee and thank her quietly before looking back to Jaebum. “How long are you back for?” 

“Three months. Maybe even longer. We’re just going to be preparing for a comeback.” He nods as he takes another sip of his coffee. 

“I’m really happy you’re back.” 

And you were. You weren’t unhappy with Jaebum at all. You loved him with all your heart and wouldn’t change that if you could. You did hate the fact that you could’t kiss him and if you could, you’d run away right now. You’d run away to a cabin in the woods where you;d be all alone. Just the two of you forever, you two in a little cabin watching the sun set and rise every day. You’d spend the day with just the two of you, walk around without anyone seeing and having to be cautious of everything you did around him. You wanted to have a normal relationship so badly it hurt. But you loved him too much, and if he was happy, you were happy. He’d never know how bad this hurt you to not be able to have a normal relationship with the man you loved since you were eighteen years old. You’ve wanted to gloat to people about you’re relationship and brag about how you found the perfect man in your childhood best friend. But you couldn’t. 

“I know this hurts you Y/N. I know it does but you don’t want to say anything because you’re the most selfless person I’ve ever met. I want you to talk to me about it.” 

“Jae, stop. Not here.” You mumble. The cafe is nearly empty except for another couple by the window in the front. The workers talking and not paying attention to the two of you. 

“I want you to tell me how much you hate it. How much this hurts not just me but you too. Tell me how you want me to fix this. I hate seeing the way your eyes get glossy whenever we’re in public because we have to act like we haven’t been in love for the past three years. I want nothing more than to wipe those emotions away but I need you to talk to me. Don’t worry about me or about the fans or my job. Worry about yourself and talk-” 

“Fine, Jaebum! I hate sitting here across from you and having to act like you mean nothing more than a friend to me. I hate how I have to act like this doesn’t bother me that I can’t kiss you or hug you more than ten seconds after I have’t seen you for nearly three months. I hate that your management basically controls our relationship and I hate that to the public eye I’m just some friend. I want people to know how much I love you. But I can’t do that.” 

He stares into your watery eyes and licks his lips. His eyes forming tears he wish weren’t caused because of his job. “Baby girl, I wish nothing more than to be able to kiss you right now. Or anywhere for that matter. I don’t want to have to hide our relationship either baby. I -” 

“It’s not your fault Jae.” You sigh and grab your bag. “I’m going to start heading home. You coming?” You ask him as you stand up and trudge your bag onto your shoulder. 

Jaebum bites his lip and nods. He knows you don’t like to talk about this. Especially not in public where you guys can’t comfort each other. He sighs as he gets up. You were already out of the door, walking slowly by the window, waiting to hear the door open and close before continuing to walk to your house. 

You’re about to cross the street when you feel someone tug on your arm pulling you back about a foot. You turn around expecting to see Jaebum’s worried face, thinking you were about to walk in front of a car. 

But no. You were met with the soft lips of your boyfriend’s, smacking into yours. You gasp a bit before kissing him back, your hands flying to his face. His hands lay on your waist and he brings you closer. You hear gasps and squeals come from across the street or in the coffee shop. The sound of clicks and flashes coming from across the street are what pulled you back to reality. You pull away from him with a gasp, your hands now on his shoulder. His eyes widen as he takes in your appearance. “Jae…” You whisper as you stare into his eyes. He smiles softly at you and kisses your nose.

“I’m not hiding you anymore. I’m not going to let this hurt us anymore. It’s my relationship and I just kissed you in front of a bunch of paps who followed me from the airport, so there’s no going back on it now.” He shrugs and his smile widens as he pulls you closer, your body flush against his as he wraps his arms rund your body. Finally holding you the way he wanted. Finally kissing you after so long. 

“Did you know-” 

He nods before you can finish, interrupting you with a kiss. “ I heard them behind me when I was walking, When you walked out of the shop I saw them again and needed to do this.” 

“Your managers and the boys-” 

“The boys will understand. They’ve been encouraging me to do this the past two weeks when they found out I was surprising you. As for the management.” He shrugs and looks across the street, smiling and waving at the fans who squealed and waved. “They’ll have to deal with it. I don’t know what they’ll do. But until then, I want to hang out with the love of my life and cuddle her. I want to make up for the lost time. I’m with you. I love you. You mean the world to me and I can’t lose you.” 

You smile brightly and pull him into a tight hug. “You were never going to lose me.” 

He pulls away and grabs you hand. “Now let’s get away from them. I want to be alone with you.” 

You smile brightly as he runs with you trailing behind him. You hear the girls yell for him and you. Yelling that they love you. He laughs and looks back at you. Happy because you’re in public. 


1 -15 Dialogue Prompts and Mini Announcement

A: How long have you loved her?
B: Have I missed something? What are you going on about?
A: How long have you loved her?
B: Loved who? Your the only person I lo…
A: Cut the bullshit, I see how you look at her.

A: Look! Please just wait, I’m trying to talk to you
B: Oh trust me, you’ve got the talking down, just not the listening

A: He thinks I’m a complete weirdo now doesn’t he?
B: Who cares what he thinks anyway?
A: Me! You know how I feel about him. And now he thinks I’m fucking crazy
B: Yeah well crazy is cute. I should know

A: What is, where am I, wait what? I don’t understand!
B: Hey hey hey, calm down. Look your fine. Ssh, look your okay. You just needed time to come around, you took a hard hit.
A: Am I… Is this your bed?

A: Do you ever listen to that little voice in your head? You know … The one that tells you that acting like a complete asshole all the time might not be the best idea?
B: The same one that tells you to smile at people and not growl at little children?
A: That’s the one
B:Nah! It gave up on me by the time I was 7 and moved out.

A: Come with me! You know you can’t live without me.
B: I don’t know who you think you are, but go ride off into your imaginary sunset with somebody else. I’m not going anywhere

A: Right! I’m fully prepared! I have three planned escape routes, a long list of excuses to leave, 10 pre-prepared conversation starters and an article from wikihow on ‘How not to be an asshole"
B: *chuckles* A! Your meeting my parents, relax.
A: I don’t have a code word. I need a code word! WHY DON’T WE HAVE A CODE WORD?

A: Don’t you dare! Don’t even think about it! I’m serious B…
B: Oops *smirks and tips bucket of water over A’s head*

A: Why won’t you let me in? I don’t get it.
B: I wouldn’t expect you to understand.
A: B?
B: Let’s just say I didn’t grow up in happy clappy princess land like you did.

A: (whispering to B) I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…
B: (whispering to A) Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…C is leaving anyway
C: ( kisses D)
B: Well shit
A: (to B) hold my hoops I’m going in (takes out ear rings) LISTEN UP BITCHES!

A: Oh I’m sorry B, I forgot I wasn’t good enough for you.
B: A, that’s bullshit! How can you even think like that
A: And I’m sorry I’m never going to be the cookie cutter boyfriend for your perfect little life.
B: you know better than anyone my life is far from perfect

A: B! Open this door right now, I’m not letting you wallow in self pity any longer
B: I’m really not in the mood. Can you just leave me al…
A: B, you can either let me in or I can keep ringing your doorbell until C answers. I don’t think they’ll be too happy at being woken up at 3 in the morning.
B: A! Come on don’t you dare.
A: *rings doorbell* *rings it again*

A: I need you stop biting your lip like that
B: You what?
A: Seriously, it’s like you’re purposely trying to sabotage my attempts to forget that I’m completely in love with you.
B: Hold on, rewind a little. Did you just say you loved me?
A:Shit! Fuck! Did I just say that out loud?

A: * carrying B bridal style* I told you those shoes were a bad idea
B: You know the only reason I chose to wear the tallest pair of heels I could find, was so that you would have no choice but to carry my home
A: You sneaky little sh…
B: *interrupting A* sugar plum fairy!

A: Hey asshole, stop being a dick and come help me with this
B: Anything for the whiny little brat *kisses A’s forehead*
C: (to D) Is something seriously wrong with them or is this how regular people show affection

Little announcement everybody! I’m going to start writing imagines! It was requested from a couple of people so I’m going to start small and work my way up from there. So if you want to request an imagine the prompts are down bellow (I’ll also do any other prompt on the lists I made <3). Thank you lovelies!

John Laurens x Reader- The Winters Ball

Summary- you meet John at the winters and basically turn into Eliza during helpless

Warning- none

You stared at yourself in the mirror, wanting to rip this stupid dress off and burn it, put on a nightgown and slip into bed with a book. You were being forced to go to this year’s Winters Ball. Even though you were born into upper class society and raised to be like the people you were surrounded by daily, you hated hanging out with them and them in general. They were all so snobby and full of themselves, well, except the Schuyler’s.

For the past few months, ever since your brother went to war, you’ve been staying with them. You were close to all the sisters, grew up with them. They were basically your only friends growing up and only friends now. About a week ago, your brother sent you a letter asking you to attend the ball. According to him, even if you hated them, you were still a Washington.

The only reason you agreed is so that you could see George again, you missed him.

“I don’t want to go!” you yelled at Eliza as you turned to face her, who was finishing up herself.

“You have to.” she shot back.

“Everybody ready?” you heard Angelica yell. You let out a loud groan as you put on your shoes and headed downstairs.

“Come on, it will be fun.” Peggy smiled, running up behind you and pushing you down the stairs. She loved these things.

“Sure it will.” you said sarcastically.

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Bts reaction to them being drunk.

(Credits to gif owners)

Request: Ummmm is it ok if u do a reaction of them being drunk? Lol

Soooo hope you like this one anon, and let me know how it was, also I’m uploading this instead of just a little more because I need more time to write that one, anyways keep requesting away and enjoy~~


Rapmon would be the one person, that stays sober, he’d hardly ever drink when he goes out, just because he knows bts so he’ll try to stay sober to drive them all back home.

“You guys get drunk, I’ll drive you home.”

Originally posted by namxingruinedme


Jin would drink not all too much, he’s a responsible adult, and he knows his limits, so he’ll make sure to not drink too much, but just enough to feel the kick, he’ll also help rapmon with bringing the rest of bts, inside, when their black out drunk.

I feel like he’ll cook something that’ll make them feel better the next day

(Being the Mum that He is)

“You guys are stupid, control yourselves next time”

Originally posted by ksjknj


I feel like, suga would get drunk when he wants to, and control himself when he wants to, so when he is extreme stressed and Just wants some way to express that, he’ll get drunk until he blacks out, but if he’s there to just enjoy being around the other members, or even his friends, then he’ll be responsible.

But when he does get drunk, I feel like he’ll go full stupid.

“Hyung, if a cyclops closes his eyes momentarily is it a wink or a blink?”

Originally posted by dreamyoongi


Jhope would be the hard core drinker, he’ll drink until he won’t remember what happened the day before, and when he’s drunk he’ll be doing stupid stuff with suga, it will be like dumb and dumber but worse.

But he won’t drink often so when he does, he goes crazy.

“But suga hyung, Ive got a better question, if you pinch yourself and it hurts, are you too strong or too weak?”

(At this very moment jin would face palm so hard, along with me….)

Originally posted by parkjmzl


Jimin would become extra cute when he’s drunk, he’d be throwing aegyo up, down, left, right and centre.

He’d smile so much that when he wakes up the next morning he’ll wonder why his cheeks were in so much pain, he’d also be the type to bug literally everyone until he blacked out.

“Taehyunggggaaaaa, I lubbbbbb youhhhhhh”

Originally posted by mimibtsghost

(This gif was way too cute, I couldn’t not use it.)


V would be sober af, he’d not drink much (mostly cause you told him not to, jk) because he’d have the worst habits when he was drunk, he’d constantly, be trying to hug everyone he sees, and he’d try to kiss everything and anything.

So he won’t drink just because he didn’t want the rest of the members teasing him with how drunk he was.

“You guys are acting like children, I wanna go hide in a hole”

Originally posted by shootingfingerhearts


This little bunny, would no longer be a bunny when he’s drunk, he’d drink to the point where he’d slur all of his words, show off his muscles to everyone, and anyone, hug people, lean on their shoulders, smile, laugh, just the worst out of all of them, but he’d still be cute, and somehow bloody manly all at once, it would be a ridiculous scene that unfolds in front of you.

“I mieght bee ahhh bunny, buttt, butttt, I’m stilll, a mannn, noowwwweee I wanttt a hugggyy”

Originally posted by ultranicolet

That was cute af, anyways hope you enjoyed that, and if you did, ummmmmm, let me know and follow me, I’m pretty good I think, anyways love you all ^~^

Originally posted by bangtanboyspoland

anonymous asked:

Could you do the rfa + minor trio with an mc who seems really cold and rude, especially to them. They're actually really nice but everyone but them sees it because she likes them and she has horrible trust issues. Maybe they catch her at a bad moment where her cold facade breaks and they realise that she's actually really nice and caring. Maybe their thoughts for her change and they begin to like her? Thank you!

Saeran’s is pretty angsty, and there’s trigger warnings of self harm. I’m really sorry if I disappoint you, but I promise they have happy endings. 

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badboy! guanlin

guanlin x reader (you)

genre: angst with kinda fluff at the end

warnings: none

a/n: requested!! at this rate there’s gonna be a badboy! wanna one series - not that i mind of course ;)

  • you hated lai guanlin
  • to say the least
  • he was the rudest, most annoying person you had ever met
  • yeah, okay, well he was like that to everyone
  • but to you especially.
  • you have no idea why, but ever since grade 7 he had been acting this way
  • he had his own little gang of friends
  • and he would never listen in class
  • he always has to be the smart aleck and he was like a god to his friends
  • it was quite stupid actually
  • even though he was horrible, no one actually stood up to him?
  • you could guess why though- his parents were rich
  • who would be dumb enough to cross his path//
  • not only that, he had his own little fanclub of girls
  • you didnt understand what they saw in him
  • ok fine he’s handsome
  • but the girls’ parents were also powerful people
  • and that frustrated you, really, because you had put up with his bullshit for years
  • he would constantly tease and humilate you in class
  • he would steal your books and hide them away
  • he would play pranks on you
  • and he would always just laugh as he watches you suffer
  • and one day you just had enough
  • you snapped
  • guanlin noticed you walking down the hallway
  • and cheekily stuck out his foot, wanting to make you stumble a lil
  • but you completely did not see him as you were talking to your friend, jooheon.
  • you tripped over his foot and fell down flat on your face
  • you scream and try to stand up, groaning as you rub your sore leg.
  • “wtf guanlin? not cool man.” jooheon shoots him a look as he squats down to help you up
  • guanlin was frozen in place because he didn’t really expect you to fall??? he just wanted to surprise you
  • “are you okay, y/n?”
  • you nod but you suddenly feel a stinging sensation on your right leg
  • you stagger and jooheon catches you by the arm,  slinging his arm around your shoulder, and pulling you up.
  • “you’re bleeding. let’s get you to the infirmary.”
  • you were hurting a lot and you could feel the anger bubbling at the bottom of your stomach amist the pain
  • you glare back at guanlin
  • “guanlin, you don’t have to be an idiot all the time. i don’t understand why you enjoy other people’s suffering, but at the rate you’re going, everyone’s gonna leave you and you’re just going lonely. stop depending on your parents’ wealthiness and power to get friends.”
  • and you stagger off to the infirmary with jooheon’s help
  • that really got to him
  • he didn’t realise how much of an asshole he was being
  • he didnt realise that everyone was being nice to him because of his parents
  • he didnt realise how much he made you suffer
  • and damn he felt terrible
  • he ran all the way to the infrimary to apologise
  • he pokes his head into the room
  • you and jooheon were talking and laughing together
  • and that made him feel…. weird.
  • he didn’t like that you were laughing at another guy’s jokes
  • he wanted to be the one you were laughing and smiling at
  • he realises that,,,, all you had ever being giving him were glares
  • and he was determined to change that
  • guanlin nervously inches into the room and gives an awkward wave
  • “uh… can i speak to you for a moment?”
  • jooheon immediately speaks up
  • “brO you think you can speak to her? i think NOT, go back-”
  • you look at guanlin for a second and how desprate he looks
  • “5 minutes.” you cut jooheon off and you gesture for him to go out
  • he frowns a little but goes out, whispering to guanlin
  • “if you do anything funny im coming for you”
  • guanlin raises an eyebrow at him like cOme at me bro
  • anyways he sits in front of you and he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly
  • you smile a lil cause he looks really cute when he’s shy
  • “i assume you’re here to apologise?”
  • he nods, and takes a deep breath
  • “im so so so so sorry, i didn’t realise how much of an asshole i was. i guess,,,,,, i just thought people wouldn’t like me for who i was.. i tried to act cool and yea…. iwasjusttryingtogetyourattentioncauseireallylikeyou”
  • you laugh at how blushy he was becoming, because you had never seen this side of guanlin before??
  • “i forgive you. though you could be talking complete bullshit right now, i can see the sincerity in your eyes. i promise, if you showed your true self, people would like you more. plus, for the second part, my response is still undecided,,,,, you havent really been treating me well” you say good naturedly, chuckling.
  • relief washed over him, smiling widely at you, replying
  • “ill change that……… maybe coffee sometime?”
  • “i’d like that.”