like seriously what did you expect

things i love about my hero academia

(not all of them because then this would turn into a 500 page journal that could be published and sold and no one would buy it because no one is as much of a nerd as i am)

  • our main protagonist is not a traditionally masculine hero. he’s small, he’s weak, he’s a crybaby, he’s sensitive. especially in the shounen genre, this is a pretty rare thing to see, and even as Izuku grows as a person and becomes more confident in himself, he’s still shy and anxious.
  • he’s also a fanboy!! and not in a bad way!! it’s his fanboy nature that allows him to express himself and show how smart, intuitive, and observant he is
  • the character who does get all the traditionally masculine traits is the character everyone in the main cast acknowledges is a total asshole who mercilessly bullied and abused his classmate/childhood playmate
  • it’s also very clearly seen that Izuku has been conditioned (unintentionally) to fear Bakugou because of all of that physical and emotional abuse. just because he’s a hero in training and he’s learning and growing and becoming more confident doesn’t erase all of those years of bullying
  • it’s also acknowledged that they are children and still have room to grow. Bakugou is an asshole, but he’s not totally villainized for his behavior and is given the chance to change and become a better person because he’s only sixteen years old and still has time to change
  • and he does!! he makes an effort to change and try to adjust his behavior to make a more positive impact (even if it is a slow and arduous process, we do see him make great strides throughout the manga)
  • it would have been really easy to just throw Bakugou under the bus and make him a villain, but instead we get to see his growth as a person as he matures and enters the world of adulthood
  • All Might is the no. 1 hero, the Symbol of Peace, the man everyone thinks is invincible, and he has a chronic condition. he’s missing his stomach, he’s had multiple surgeries, he spits up blood, he literally looks like a skeleton, guys. but even after the reveal, people still admire and look up to him as an idol because he’s still All Might and he still protected and saved a lot of lives and was still a hero
  • All Might’s relationship with Izuku just in general. seriously, i could make an entirely different list just based on their relationship and 95% of the fandom has already talked about them, so i won’t gush about their relationship too much here
  • the fact that most of the adults take responsibility when they fuck up. the police force realize they’ve relied too heavily on heroes, specifically All Might, and they make an effort to change that so they can help people. the teachers at UA recognize that they’ve neglected students who need psychological help. Izuku’s mom acknowledges that she should have encouraged his dream in spite of his quirklessness. most stories, even in the west, don’t have nearly as much adult responsibility as this series does
  • the elusive living anime mom
  • okay but seriously, Inko is quite possibly one of the best fictional moms i’ve seen in a long time. she’s loving and encouraging and she tries her hardest, but she’s not perfect. she’s a single mom caring for her son, who wants to go into this incredibly dangerous profession. and when he gets hurt enough times, when her limit is finally met, she puts her foot down and says “no. i love you, but i can’t let you keep getting hurt like this.” like any reasonable parent would. and the only way she relents is when she sees how much Toshinori wants to teach him and nurture him and encourage him and see his dream recognized and she sees how badly Izuku wants to continue down this path, even if it’s under her terms.
  • this series seriously tackles a lot of topics that you wouldn’t expect it to. you know you’re gonna get the usual topics like what makes a hero, what makes a villain, etc. but, it also goes over other subjects like bullying, parental abuse, discrimination, grief, inferiority complexes, how easy it is to create a monster, redemption. this is a manga about teenagers learning to be super heroes, how did it turn out like this
  • it would have been so easy to sexualize any of the girls. this manga, in the hands of a lesser author, would have featured a lot of fan service shots of the girls. Momo especially, considering she wears a very revealing outfit. and yet, none of them are sexualized?? in any way shape or form??? yeah, we see Momo shirtless a lot and some girls wear skin tight outfits. but, you know who else has skin tight outfits and revealing hero costumes? the boys. and when we do see a shirtless girl or boy, it’s not framed in a way where we’re meant to be objectifying their body. there’s a reason why it happened and we move on. it’s so refreshing.
  • (there are only two fan service female characters. one uses her sexuality to get free shit and the other is meant to make you uncomfortable. take it what you will)
  • we get a lot of unique designs for each of the characters. there are no same faces. each character has a unique quirk and a design that belongs to them. they aren’t interchangeable with one another. Izuku looks like Izuku. All Might looks like All Might. they all look unique with different shapes and sizes
  • (admittedly the manga still kind of falls under the trap of the boys get to have weird, strange designs and the girls all kind of look cute, but it’s not nearly as bad as some other shows. and honestly, if that’s my only complaint, that says a lot)
  • fighting doesn’t solve everything! there’s a really incredible few chapters in the manga dedicated to acknowledging that Izuku and Bakugou seriously need to talk to each other about what Bakugou did to him. they’re both incredible people in their own right and they can learn a lot from each other, but only if they stop fighting and actually communicate with each other. one of the chapters is literally titled “a meaningless fight”. because it is meaningless. it’s not going to solve their problems, fix past mistakes, or make them feel better. it’s a fight to get aggression out because Bakugou doesn’t know any other way to deal with his emotions and trauma.
  • kindness is rewarded!!! cruelty is not!!! i’m really sick and tired of TV shows and movies trying to sell this pessimistic outlook that everything sucks and that gives us the right to be assholes to each other just because it’s edgy. My Hero Academia is such a positive manga and it brings me so much joy and happiness and it sends such a wonderful message of anyone can be a hero if you have a good heart and that kindness will be rewarded, even if it takes a really long time.

i love this manga so much and it’s given me so much light and happiness in my life and if that makes me weird because it’s anime, then fine. whatever. i don’t care. i’ll love it for as long as i can, dammit.

Laundry Day (M)

word count: 5k

genre: smut; domestic au

pairing: reader/jeongguk

warning(s)/kink(s): dry humping, clothed sex, dirty talk, swearing, fantasizing, slight nipple play, teasing

summary: jeongguk always pioneered one household chore: laundry. now why he had such an affinity for it, you had no idea. that is, until you come home and he lost track of time, causing you to stumble upon him in the midst of something strange and yet altogether intriguing.

music: work out - j.cole ; touchin’, lovin’ - trey songz ft. nicki minaj 

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Storage Room (M)

Originally posted by seagulljjk

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut 

╳ Summary: You didn’t know that accidentally being locked in a storage room with Jungkook could turn out to be so fun.


All you wanted to do was go to the mall by yourself and have a relaxing day but no, of course that can’t happen. You were just walking by a store, glancing at a display window, admiring a cute outfit until you heard screams. You quickly whipped your head around to see a swarm of girls coming at you. You had no time to think before you got pushed into the store, the employees freaking out trying to shut the door, and a guy in all black pacing back and forth.

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Tantalizing: 06

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: Sub?Jungkook, Choking, Slight BDSM, Oral, Handjob, Sex Toy, Degrading Names, Spanking, Angst, Orgasm Denial, Blowjob, Intercourse, Masturbation, Hair Pulling, Slight Slapping?
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Fake Dating Series; Mingyu

- “i’m sorry….. i can’t date you…..”
- mingyu apologizes to the person once more, who remains quiet and only looks down with a sad expression on their face while listening to his words
- when the person leaves, mingyu jogs up to you, who’s waiting for him near the school gates
- you say “three in a week. i win.”
- mingyu scowls “BUT I JUST GOT PAID” and you say “WELL TOO BAD”
- you and mingyu have been best friends for as long as you can remember and everyone in the school knows it
- it’s no exaggeration when i say EVERYONE……
- mingyu is REALLY popular because not only is he handsome, but he’s smart and funny and kind and charming and??? everyone loves him
- they know you because you’re his best friend, and since you’re always with him, some people ask you for his number but you’re like no. ask him yourself
- but seeing him get all these confessions and getting asked out so often….. it’s so upsetting??
- because every time you’re with mingyu, every friCKING TIME, someone has to interrupt you two
- whether it’s flirting with him or asking him out, it’s so frustrating because heLLO I’M RIGHT HERE can i PLEASE just have one day with him and only him???
- mingyu notices it too, but he’s too nice to say anything about it….. but it’s clear he’s also starting to get fed up with it
- you and mingyu finally make it to his workplace, a coffee shop in which he works as a barista
- and you guessed it, a bunch of people from school come by often just to get served by him
- you’re sitting on one of the chairs by the counter, your usual spot, and wait patiently for mingyu to make you your favorite drink which he’s paying for LOL
- he passes it to you when he’s done, but not before taking a sip from it first and you’re like EVERY TIME
- while you’re both talking and joking around, a bunch of people suddenly enter the shop and you groan because you know you and mingyu’s conversation ends here
- mingyu greets them with a smile until he realizes that the person he just rejected is here and he’s like oh….. awkward
- when they go up to the counter, they ask “hey…. i just wanted to ask….. would you maybe….. think about what i said?”
- mingyu’s clearly tired of hearing the same thing over and over….. plus he was hoping to spend a peaceful afternoon with you aka his best friend
- mingyu’s face suddenly lights up and he says “i’m sorry….. like i said, i can’t date you….. because….” he takes a quick glance at you and takes your hand exclaiming “I’M DATING (NAME)”
- the whole shop goes quiet at his words and your eyes are wide in complete shock
- you look at him and scream with your eyes “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???”
- mingyu shoots you a look that says “PLAY ALONG PLEASE”
- he looks back at the person and continues “now you know why i can’t date you. we’ve been together for a while now…. we just didn’t know when to announce it…..”
- but it’s not only that person who reacts, but the entire line of customers which so happen to be students from your school all go like NO WAY
- you sigh, lifting up your intertwined hands and saying “that’s right, so please don’t ask him out anymore” and they’re all clearly upset but understand that if mingyu likes you, then there’s nothing they can do
- mingyu serves the line of people and when they’re all gone, you say “i cannot. believe you.”
- your best friend says “I’M SO SORRY BUT THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE YOU HAVE TO HELP ME OUT HERE”
- you say “you really expect me fake date you??” and he says “you’re my best friend, aren’t you??”
- you say “well yeah but—” and he cuts you off “then PLEASE just “date” me for a while….. just for a few weeks to stop all this because it’s getting a bit tiring…..”
- you sigh “all right FINE….. it is kind of annoying, not going to lie. but you owe me for this. seriously.”
- mingyu grins “THANK YOU (NAME), HOW ABOUT DRINKS IN RETURN? THEY’LL ALL BE ON ME” and you cheer YAAAY because free drinks are always cool LOL
- you do your homework in the shop while waiting for mingyu’s shift to end, and when it does, you walk back to the dorms together
- he says “alright, well word spreads fast so you know what we’re going to do tomorrow?”
- you say “oh no stop please no” and he takes your hand and exclaims “I’M GOING TO WALK YOU TO CLASS AND HOLD YOUR HAND DARLING”
- you rip your hand out of his grasp and say “DO NOT CALL ME DARLING” and he say cries “what but you are my darling ;A;”
- mingyu walks you back to your dorm room and says “good night, lov—” and you say “don’t…. even”
- he laughs and pats you on the head instead, saying “good night, (name). i’ll see you after school at the coffee shop, your drink will be ready”
- you joke “wooow so you’re not even going to walk me to class?? some boyfriend you are”
- mingyu says “I ALWAYS WALK YOU TO CLASS THAT’S WHY I DIDN’T EVEN NEED TO SAY IT AND I’M A GOOD BOYFRIEND I SWEAR”
- you say “OKAY GOOD NIGHT, MINGYU”
- your best friend waves goodbye and you enter your room when he’s out of sight, but the second you walk through the door, your roommate attacks you and screeches “YOU’RE DATING MINGYU!!! KIM MINGYU AKA THE MOST POPULAR GUY ON CAMPUS!!!”
- and you scream “WHAT?? YOU ALREADY KNOW??” and they say “EVERYONE KNOWS”
- while they’re yelling excitedly, all you can think of is “why….. did i agree to this…..”
- you find mingyu outside the building like you do every morning but you know everyone’s eyes are on you two when you’re walking to class
- you say “you weren’t kidding when you said that word spread fast” and he says “ok i was kidding when i said that i seriously wasn’t expecting this”
- when you make it to class, mingyu gives you a hug and says “have a good class!!” while making a finger heart
- you’re like ew get tf away from me and mingyu fake cries
- when you enter class, you get to your seat and you’re attacked by the people next to you who exclaim “you’re dating mingyu!!! finally!!!”
- you say “finally???” and they say “we knew you’d both end up together eventually!!!” and you’re like umm what are you saying??
- you and mingyu become the talk of the school it’s crazy, like for once you’re not just “mingyu’s friend”, now people actually know your name and you’re just like wow. this popularity LOL
- after school, you get to mingyu’s workplace and like you expected, your drink is sitting in your usual spot and you grin as you take your seat
- mingyu says “well i did promise you free drinks sooo that’s the first of many” and you say “thank you!!”
- he asks “oh so how was your first day of being my s/o??” and you say “ugh i mean i knew you were popular but what the heck?? i was almost late to all my classes because i kept being stopped by your admirers”
- mingyu says “at least we know they’re all convinced”
- speaking of his admirers, they all suddenly walk through the door and mingyu immediately grabs your hand and says “well i’ve got work to do, you’ll be here right??”
- you take out some homework and say “of course…….. darling” and you cringe to death while mingyu cracks up
- this goes on for about three weeks now and the excitement is still so high it’s crazy
- while hanging around in the coffee shop on a saturday evening, mingyu asks “i’m off tomorrow, do you want to go on a date?”
- you exclaim “WOAH DATE??” and mingyu laughs “well i can’t say hang out because we’re you know”
- you say “don’t say it like that!!! it’s embarrassing??” and he says “ok but is that a yes or a no LOL”
- you say “obviously a yes….. where are we going??”
- mingyu says “there’s apparently a spring festival going on this sunday!! let’s go check it out!!”
- you say “NICE that sounds cool, it’s just like when we were kids” and he says “right?? okay well it’s in the afternoon near evening so i’ll come by at around 5pm”
- near 5pm the next day and your roommate asks “are you going to the festivals too?” and you say “yeah!! i’m going with my….. (cringe) boyfriend” and they say “wait…… you’re wearing that??? you look like you’re about to go to bed”
- you say “it’s just mingyu LOL” and at that very moment, someone knocks on the door and you know it’s him
- you open the door, surprised to see your best friend dressed up so nicely while you’re just standing there wearing like….. shorts and an old hoodie….. oh whoops
- but you just shrug and say “well you’re dressed like you’re going on an actual date”
- he grins “this is a date” and you’re like “slfjasljds I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY THAT”
- mingyu just says “BUT IT IS—” AND YOU’RE LIKE NO S TOP
- the event’s apparently in downtown, so you both have to take the train there, and the walk to the station is as normal as it can get, with you and mingyu playfully arguing and making lame jokes and puns like always
- you finally get to the station, but when the train comes…… it is PACKED
- which is crazy because??? is EVERYONE in town going to this event??
- mingyu says “well it’s like any other spring festival, it was bound to be packed. i say we take this one since there’s no point waiting for the next if it’s going to be just as packed. we only have a few stops anyway”
- you nod and you both push yourselves through the sea of people to get inside when the doors slide open
- but the second they close, everyone relaxes, making it so hard for you to even move….. your back is already against the wall, there isn’t any space left
- when the next stop comes, everyone is pushing each other out of the way either to get in or get out, and someone pushes mingyu, and he slams a hand on the wall you’re against to regain his balance
- your faces end up REALLY close to each other, and you could swear your face is burning and it’s not because it’s so cramped in there……
- he asks “are….. you okay?” and you say “yeah i’m fine” (you’re not)
- mingyu says “there’s not much room left…… and you’ll definitely get hurt, so let’s just stay like this until our stop” and you just quietly nod your head like asjfshldjk what is happening to me????
- when you reach your stop, you and mingyu exit the train and stare in awe at the sight before you because the spring festival is so pretty under this sunset sky
- there are street food stands, games, blooming flowers and pretty lights….. you just think about how nice it is to be here with mingyu because it’s a nice throwback to your childhood and all the festivals you’d go to together
- you think it’s nice that for once, it’s just you two and not the whole school watching your every move
- but you were wrong
- mingyu says “i expected this” and from the corner of your eye, you can see a group of people a distance away pretending to look at the flowers
- and in front of you, you can see a few classmates of yours looking in you and mingyu’s direction
- heck there are even people purposely bumping into mingyu to get his attention????
- you know everyone goes to this festival but can you all look at the flowers instead?? can you go eat the food with your friends without having to be watching us?? can you not strike up a convo with mingyu when i’m standing right here??? can you let us LIVE
- mingyu clearly knows what’s going on and says “just ignore them for now, maybe they’ll leave after a while”
- but they don’t, they’re not even enjoying the festival, they’re literally just there spying on you guys like please leave
- you ask “why won’t they leave??”
- mingyu says “i overheard a few people say they don’t believe us being together, that’s probably why they’re watching us like hawks” and you say “really?”
- he nods “they said we act like we normally do. we apparently don’t seem like a real couple, someone even said that maybe i’m just using you to stop people from confessing”
- you’re say “well they’re not wrong” and he says “yeah but they can’t know that LOL”
- when you and mingyu are walking around, you sigh for the hundredth time that evening when you notice a group of people following you
- mingyu asks you “are they really still following us??” and you say “apparently. what do we have to do to convince them??”
- mingyu’s face lights up when an idea comes to mind, but his cheeks are red when he says “there’s one thing we can do….. but i’m not sure if you’ll be up for it.”
- you ask “what is it??”
- mingyu stops walking, making you stop as well, and he looks down at you and says “kiss me.”
- you exclaim “WHAT…. WHAT DID YOU SAY??” but he pulls you close and says
- “kiss me while they’re looking.”
- you begin “what the hell are you—” but mingyu’s the one to kiss you instead and your eyes go wide when you realize what’s happening
- you almost push him off of you but….. something stops you from doing so….. and instead you close your eyes and kiss him back…..
- when you both pull away, you look to the side to see the group of people in complete shock and you tell mingyu “i think it worked”
- they stop following you guys after this
- mingyu’s face suddenly turns red when everything sinks in and he screams “I’M SORRY THAT WAS JUST TO GET THEM TO STOP YOU KNOW THAT RIGHT I’M SORRY”
- you, who’s also red in the face, say “oh no it’s fine!!! i mean….. it was just to convince them right?? i know it didn’t mean anything”
- at your words, mingyu’s face falls slightly, but it’s too subtle for you to notice
- the “date” goes well but you just keep thinking of the kiss the entire time…..
- you know mingyu, he wouldn’t just kiss anyone, whether it’s on the lips OR cheek…. could he…. maybe….?
- you shake your head at the thought because there’s NO WAY like you’re his best friend, he chose you because he knew he wouldn’t be able to pull that off with someone else
- but something changed after that kiss
- over the next few days, you start to see mingyu as more than a friend……
- and to think this is all pretend……
- hurts?
- mingyu’s your best friend, holding his hand is normal, you’ve had piggyback rides from him before, and hangouts are just called dates because you’re now “a couple”
- but you can’t stop the rapid beating of your heart whenever he holds you close
- or whenever he grabs your hand while walking down the streets
- or whenever he smiles at you and calls you cheesy pet names to tease you
- you didn’t think this would ever happen but….. you think……
- you’ve fallen for your best friend
- while you’re eating lunch together, mingyu asks “i’ll see you at the coffee shop after school?”
- you say “i actually have a lot of things to work on, so maybe not tonight….” and he says “that’s fine!! work hard, i’ll see you tomorrow morning!!”
- that night, you’re sitting on your desk, twirling a pencil in your hand to try to finish up some homework but you just CAN’T CONCENTRATE
- even your roommate’s like “hey you haven’t touched your paper in the past hour” and you’re like “really?? i….. i didn’t even notice…..”
- they ask “what’s up?? is there something wrong??” but you lie “no i’m just really not in the mood to do homework. i’m all right”
- but you’re not…… you just keep feeling so sad because how long will you be able to keep this up??
- you don’t want to keep this going when you know your feelings for him aren’t fake anymore because you know that eventually…… you’re going to get hurt
- you have to end this now
- you check the time to see that it’s nine in the evening and mingyu’s shift ends in an hour
- if you catch him at work, he wouldn’t be able to leave and you could be alone to give yourself time to calm your heart which will most likely be broken afterwards
- you get up and your roommate says “you’re leaving?? if you are, bring an umbrella because it’s apparently going to rain a bit later” but you shake your head and say that it’s fine because you won’t be out for too long
- while walking down the streets, you think of these past few weeks with mingyu and even your childhood memories and to think your friendship will probably be ruined after tonight……
- the coffee shop is finally in view and you walk inside without your usual grin
- mingyu notices it immediately and gets a worried look on his face
- after a quick hello, when you sit in your usual spot, he asks “(name), are you all right??” and you fake a smile and say “me?? of course why wouldn’t i be??”
- but mingyu doesn’t believe you and says “no you’re not. but i know what’ll cheer you up, i’ll make your favorite drink in a sec!!” and he goes straight to work
- while he’s making your drink, you look around the shop to see that it’s pretty much empty….
- which makes you feel more at ease knowing that no one will eavesdrop….. well besides mingyu’s co-worker who’s in the back making pastries but it doesn’t matter to you that much
- you look at mingyu sadly, and you tell yourself that this all has to end now….
- you say “mingyu?”
- “hm?”
- “let’s break up.”
- mingyu stops what he’s doing….. and you could swear that the world went dead silent for a moment
- he whispers “what….. did you say?”
- you say “i’m breaking up with you. this whole fake dating thing—it’s over now, okay?”
- mingyu just looks at you in shock…… your drink halfway done, and his entire body frozen…..
- you get up from your seat and say “i’m going now then. i just wanted to tell you that.”
- you get from your seat and walk out the door, ignoring mingyu who’s calling your name
- your roommate was right; it’s raining outside, but you don’t care and run out into the streets to get as far away as possible
- you eventually slow down to a stop and look down, thinking about how you and mingyu’s friendship is all ruined now……. and it’s all because you let your feelings get in the way……
- while looking down, you soon realize….. rain isn’t falling on your head anymore
- you look up to find an umbrella over your head, and you turn around to see a panting mingyu
- you say “mingyu what are you—”
- he cuts you off and says “(name), wait….. before you say anything else….. why did you break up with me?”
- you answer “mingyu, we were never really “together”. i think we’ve convinced everyone enough.”
- he says “no. give me the real reason. i know you’re lying.”
- you argue “i’m not lying.”
- “yes, you are.”
- “no, i’m not.”
- “yes, you are, (name).”
- “no, i’m NOT”
- “YES, YOU ARE—”
- “FINE I AM, I JUST CAN’T DO THIS, ALL RIGHT?!”
- mingyu asks “what do you mean?”
- you look down and confess “i just….. can’t keep pretending to love you when i know i really do….. holding hands, going on dates, that kiss….. i can’t stand the fact that all this is fake…..”
- you keep your eyes planted to the ground and all you can hear is the sound of rain hitting the pavement
- until mingyu says
- “…it never was fake to me.”
- you look up, only to be caught off guard as mingyu takes a step forward and surprises you with a kiss on the lips
- he drops the umbrella and instead cups your cheeks while you hold onto his shirt tightly
- and it’s just crazy because you’re kissing your best friend in the rain and…… it’s something you’ve been waiting for forever even though you’d never admit it……
- when mingyu pulls away, you joke “idiot, pick up the umbrella, we’re going to get sick”
- but he just laughs and pulls you in for another kiss
- the next day at school, mingyu walks you to your class and as usual, people have their eyes on you two
- you notice this and smirk “well…. seems like they’re all staring at us again.”
- mingyu grins “yeah? kiss me while they’re looking.”
- (you do)

Running Low (Smut)

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Request: Can i request where you and shawn break up but only for a couple hours then you make up? (Make up sex HAHAHA) thankss

Word count: 2,957

Running Low (Smut)

You were lying in the silent hotel room, looking out at the dark sky from the window beside the bed. Your legs were curled up underneath you, as you were hugging yourself tightly. Maybe, it would help put the broken pieces inside you back together.

Tears were still running down your sore cheeks, but you weren’t exactly sobbing anymore. They just quietly ran down, you barely even noticed them any longer.

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They met at a dog park.

Which is weird in and of itself because a) Dean hates driving dogs in his baby; b) it’s not even his dog; and c) He’s still pissed at Sam for skipping out on him and their dad only to come back with a dog sized golden retriever he named Bones of all things. Jesus, Sam, you’d think you’re have a little more imagination considering you hid from one of the best damn trackers for two weeks only to name a dog after something we see every day. 

Dean sighed to himself. All that and he still has somehow found himself on pooch duty in some dog park in the middle of Illinois of all things. 

“He is limping.” Dean turned to the sound of a gruff voice coming from right behind in. 

“Yeah well, he’s old.” His comeback was coming out before he got a good look at the guy he was talking to. 

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Choices || 01

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This is not nearly as long as my other scenarios, but this is only the first part of this. I’m most probably gonna make this into a series. Please let me know what you think bc this is my first time trying something like this. I hope you like it.

A/N: tHANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ‘MEDDLING’ IT’S ALREADY PAST 1K NOTES AND LIKE I HAVE 700+ FOLLOWERS i seriously did not expect this much positive response to it. Thank you for your support my lovelies

Pairing: Jungkook x reader, Jimin x reader
Genre: fluff, smut
Word count: 4,482

soulmateˈsəʊlmeɪt/

noun

  1. a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

That was one of the many definitions of it. There were too many definitions to count.

Some say that when you meet your soulmate, it’s just - it’s a feeling. It’s hard to describe that profound, lingering feeling you get when you do, but you just know it.

 Some say soulmates might not even get the chance to meet. Your soulmate just might be a person from you past life, and the only way to witness their presence is through flashbacks of your past.

Some say two soulmates make a whole. Mentally, emotionally, physically - quite literally all aspects of both sides - are compatible. The two sides complete each other and understand each other, making the other feel a sense of ease and comfort like never before.

The list could go on forever with the millions of definitions that varied from one person to the other, each according to their own view on the subject.

You, however, chose to reject them all. You could never fathom the idea that there’s this person somewhere in the world who was completely and wholly made for the sole purpose of being with you. Who was so compatible with you and you two would live the whole ‘happily ever after’ you always heard about through stories. It was too absurd of an idea.

You didn’t reject the idea of loving someone - of being in love with someone. Oh no, you weren’t that type of person. You just knew that, just like any normal relationship, if you two found that everything was going well, you would stay together. If not, you would break it off.

It was of valid reasoning. You weren’t one to ‘feel that spark as soon as you met eyes with a guy’ and claimed it to be love at first sight. You weren’t one to just babble on about him being the one just because you two happened to be at the same cafe at the same time three times a week. You weren’t one to break up with someone because you simply didn’t feel that spark you were ‘supposed’ to feel with your one and true significant others.

You lived your life like any normal person would, choosing not to get sucked in to people’s silly beliefs and myths that had been passed down generations and generations.

The most common soulmate myth was one you found completely and utterly ridiculous. The moment one is born, a rose - well, a dead rose - is given to the parents of the infant. This dead rose is kept and protected by the parents for their child, until the time comes for he or she to take responsibility of that rose themselves.

Supposedly, this rose is dead and completely lifeless, up until the moment your soulmate enters your life. The rose will slowly start to bloom back, the redness of its petals spreading out, and the green of its stem growing back. It was a slow process. The closer you got to each other, and the more you got to know them, the more beautiful and lively it became.

What made this idea even more absurd and harder to believe was the fact that the two soulmates would be the only ones able to see this lifeless flower come back to life.

Huh, you would scoff, and that’s the day that pigs would fly.

Unfortunately for you, your mother was a strong and true believer of such things, and she was adamant on proving herself right and you wrong. Both your parents even had the roses their parents had given them in a small vase near the kitchen window, providing them light and water, with love and care.

“Mom, dad, come on. They’re dead.”

Your parents would only shake their heads and sigh, muttering things about you changing your mind someday, and finally see what they were seeing.

They made you promise not to throw away your rose. And despite you knowing there was nothing on this earth that would change your mind about this, you respected and kept that promise. No matter what, your rose was there on your nightstand, a constant reminder that - yep, pigs haven’t flown yet.


“Hey, can you come over?”

The simple sentence you said to Yoongi over the phone, with the soft tone that you rarely ever used with him, told him something was definitely wrong.

“I’m off work in five minutes. I’ll be there in fifteen tops,” he replied before you hung up. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, checking his watch before deciding that he could take his boss chewing his ass out for leaving a few minutes earlier. He got up from his chair, grabbed his jacket, and quickly made his way out before anyone could notice and stop him.

He was at your apartment building in about ten minutes. After parking his car, he quickly made his way up the two flights of stars, not bothering to wait for the small, shitty elevator. It was too cramped and stuffy anyways. He definitely wasn’t going in there when he saw that guy from your third floor who seemed to always have sweat stains underneath his armpit on every single shirt he wore.

He soon forgot all about that when he knocked on your door once, before realizing that you probably left the door unlocked for him anyways. He managed to remember to take his shoes off at the door and then made his way to your living room.

He found you sat there, TV on, but considering the blank look on your face, he was pretty sure your focus was nowhere near the National Geographic channel. He quietly made his way to the couch and sat down next to you, and you turned to him with a small smile that he knew didn’t reach your eyes.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

You sighed,

Yoongi wasn’t the cuddliest of people, it was clear to anyone with a functioning pair of eyes. But when he saw you, his dear friend whose usual bright smile was wiped away and replaced with a look so sad, it made his heart clench. So he always made exceptions for you. He simply lifted his arm, wordlessly inviting you closer, and you accepted it immediately, scooting closer and resting your head on his chest.

“What happened?” His hand placed itself on your hair, fingers softly soothing down some strands.

“They fired me today.” Your voice was quiet. Yoongi’s hand paused for a second before continuing its movements. He got the feeling you didn’t want to talk about it too much considering your short answer, so he let you be, but not before he said one last thing.

“You know I don’t sugarcoat anything. I know this seems bad right now, and it is, but don’t let this fuck everything over for you. I’ll help you through this, you know that.”

You stayed quiet but moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his waist. His words comforted you a little bit, knowing he was always there for you no matter what. You were still worried, sad, angry, frustrated. But you just wanted to stay quiet for a bit, deciding you would think about this properly later.


“So I was at the club yesterday,” Yoongi said from his place on the kitchen table as he ate a bowl of cereal. You stood in front of the sink, washing the few dishes you had there just to get it out of the way. “Namjoon told me they were short on staff.”

“Really?” You tone was surprised.

“Yeah, you should try working there.”

The idea of working in a club never once crossed your mind. You’ve been looking for a job for a week, applying almost anywhere you found suitable enough, but to no avail. It seemed you were going to have to settle for something outside of your desired job areas for a little while, considering you were already short on money, and the rent wasn’t gonna pay itself.

“Maybe I should..” You sighed. “Maybe we can go there tomorrow night? That way I can talk to Joon and we can have a little night off. You can tell Hobi to come too, if you want.” 

“Alright, sure.”

The following night, after spending most of your afternoon looking up job vacancies is magazines or papers or anything even remotely related, you gave up with a sigh and closed your laptop.

You decided to let loose a little tonight considering your recent stress and everything. You dressed up, did your hair, looked yourself in the mirror with one last approving glance before you made your way out the door and to Yoongi’s car that was waiting for you downstairs.

“Lookin’ good, __,” Hoseok complimented you as soon as you got in the backseat, turning to give you a bright smile that reminded you why you always loved having him around to lighten the mood.

“Thanks Hobi,” you replied and leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “It’s been a while.” Yoongi started up the car after you greeted him as well and drove off to the club.

“It has. Tonight’s all about having fun yeah? You already know the job’s yours, so relax and forget about everything tonight.”

You nodded at his words, determined to make use of his advice. You were pretty sure Namjoon would accept having you as an employee. You’ve worked in clubs before. You were a college student in the past, and your student loans had you bartending for a long time in some clubs and pubs to help pay them off.

Tonight should be fun for you. You wanted to make sure of it.

And you were true to your word. As soon as you took a table, the drinks started coming, giving you that buzz and chill vibe that you craved and needed for the night. Yoongi sat back in his seat, a small smile on his lips as he watched you laugh with Hoseok, drinks in hands and singing together obnoxiously loud to the music, occasionally turning and directing the lyrics to him as he shook his head jokingly.

“I wanna dance!” You yelled over the music. Hoseok got up without hesitation, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the dance floor, moving his body to the beat already. You turned to Yoongi with a genuine smile, clearly enjoying your night so far, and he smiled back, before he disappeared from your vision when you were drowned into the crowd of dancing bodies.

It seemed like you two were dancing there or hours, when in reality, it had only been three songs.

“I’m gonna grab another drink, want anything?” Hoseok yelled in your ear over the music, and you shook your head no. You’ve had enough drinks for the night, enough to get you buzzed and feeling good, but not to have you shitfaced and puking by the end of the night.

You stayed on the dance floor while Hoseok went to the bar, enjoying the music too much to stop and go with him. He disappeared from your eyes in a few seconds, but you didn’t care as you continued to move your body to the beat.

It felt like a few minutes had passed and Hoseok still wasn’t back, when you felt a pair of unfamiliar hands land on your waist. You tensed for a second, before remembering your plan for the night. Fun.

However, before you went through with it, you had to turn around to see his face. And so you did, and you thanked God the music was loud enough to hide your gasp.

Fuck he was gorgeous.

Not too tall, but still towered over you even in your heels. Brown hair that looked fluffy enough for you to want to run a hand through it. His facial features were so soft, giving him that innocent kind of charm, but you were certain there was more to him than innocent. His eyes were what truly caught your attention, shaped so beautifully, lids falling over an ordinary set of brown irises, yet they were far from ordinary. His lips were plump, shaped in a way that made you jealous of them, yet you wanted them on yours at the same time.

If you wanted your night to be well spent, he was definitely a good sign.

His hand still rested on your waist, not moving as he waited for your approval, and you gave it to him by moving closer to him and placing your arms around his neck. He gave you a smile that almost blinded you and for a second, you questioned if your heart beat just a little bit faster because of his presence.

Your bodies started moving together in sync, and you marveled at how effortlessly his moves seemed to come, clearly showing some sort of experience. You were distracted from his dancing, however, when he leaned down to your ear to speak up.

“What’s your name?”

His voice was softer than you expected, but it still fitted him very well. Soft and silky, just as he seemed.

“__,” you answered.

“Jimin.”

Jimin. You felt your heart beat faster once again when he said his name, and you were kind of confused when it happened again. But you played it off as excitement of meeting someone new after so long and being so close to a guy like this.

Your bodies started gradually moving closer, until your torsos pressed against each other. His other arm wrapped around you as well, one of his hands moving lower to rest on your lower back, and you’d be the world’s biggest liar if you said you didn’t enjoy the closeness.

You gasped slightly when you felt him tentatively moving his hips closer to yours, testing the waters on whether you were comfortable with that kind of dancing. You didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, and the two of you got more comfortable as you danced with your bodies glued together.

The beat then switched to one of your favorite songs at the moment, and it was more than perfect for this moment.

(I started listening to Unforgettable by French Montana ft Swae Lee from here, if you’d like to listen to something while reading this!)

You were suddenly spun around in his hold, your back now pressed to his torso. Your gasp was drowned out by the sound of the music. But it seemed like second nature for you to press back against him, your hips having a mind of their own as they moved against his. His hands got braver and moved along your hips and waist, his grip tight on you but you seemed to love it for some reason.

His head moved forward and closer to you, his lips now near your ear since you could feel his warm breath on it. So you lifted one of your hands, fulfilling one of your wishes and running it through his hair that felt just as soft as it looked, enjoying the way he mindlessly nuzzled into your hand. Your other hand landed on one of his that was on your waist, holding it just because.

The position you were in was intimate, and if anyone looked over at the two of you, you were pretty sure you looked like a couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Your train of thoughts was cut off when you felt his lips place a light kiss to the shell of your ear before he moved his head down so his face was right against the crook of your neck, his lips grazing your now heated skin. Your fingers tightened slightly around his hair, and he reciprocated by puckering his lips up for that last inch of space that could barely fit a needle through, pressing a kiss to your neck. 

His lips stayed still for a few seconds, then they moved again and you felt yourself getting more affected by his simple but sensual actions. He peppered delicious kisses along your skin, each one becoming more eager and sloppier  than the other, until you felt his lips part to place an open mouthed kiss to the juncture of your neck.

Your head leaned back against his shoulder, allowing him easy access to the length of your neck, feeling shivers going through your body because of how much you enjoyed his touches. His kisses got hungrier, finally parting his lips once he settled on a patch of skin and sucking softly on it. Your eyes fluttered shut involuntarily, letting out a shaky breath as sensations took over your every sense.

You really weren’t usually one to let it go far in public, you weren’t even used to dancing with hot strangers and grinding on them against the dance floor. But he was just so alluring, something about him was so captivating, it seemed as if you couldn’t control yourself around him, especially when his hand slowly but surely traveled up your side, until it grazed the side of your breast through the loose top you were wearing, barely running his thumb along it before he moved his hand back down.

But that was the last straw. You quickly turned around in his grasp causing him to detach his lips from your neck, your hand placed on his shoulder to lean into him and whisper in his ear.

“Take me home.”


A mess of tangled limbs was what you two were. Your eyes fluttered open due to the sunlight streaming in through the openings between the curtains. Despite the drinks you consumed last night, you were feeling pretty great at the moment.

You felt his arm draped over your waist, his chest pressed against your back, skin completely bare, allowing you to bask in his warmth. You could hear the soft snores escaping his lips, and to your surprise, you found the noise pretty endearing, despite you despising the sound when any of your ex-boyfriends did it.

You couldn’t help but slowly turn over in his hold, managing to keep his arm thrown around you, to face him. You almost choked on a gasp at the sight of him.

If you thought he was gorgeous last night, he was ten times more beautiful like this. You had absolutely no idea how you managed to catch his eye, let alone spend the night with him. He looked like an angel, so pure and peaceful. Hair messed up and all over the place, its brown color contrasting to the pale color of the pillow. His eyes closed, eyelashes looking as long as ever as they rested against his cheeks. Lips parted slightly, looking swollen both from sleep and from your own assault on them only hours prior.

You scooted closer to him as gently as you could, your face now barely an inch from his. So close to his face now, completely sober, yet you felt drunk and dizzy on him.

Thoughts from last night started to cloud your head, memories of your heated activities coming back in flashes.


“Fuck, Jimin,” you moaned out as you rode him slowly. Your hands rested against his chest to balance yourself as you went up and down.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned out. His hands traveled from your thighs to your ass where he squeezed harshly before landing a slap to your right cheek, causing you to squeal in surprise and pleasure.

That only resulted in you moving faster against him, bouncing harder against his cock. The bed squeaked beneath your erratic movements, the headboard banging against the wall every once in a while.

“Jimin!” You cried out when he thrusted up against you, hitting you so deep you fell forward against his chest, your body weak with pleasure.

He took that chance to bend his knees and plant his feet firmly against the mattress, grabbing your ass in both hands to hold you still before he started to pound into you harshly.

Your cry was weak and hoarse, your voice nearly gone due to your screams and moans from your previous rounds. Your body jostled on top of his with the force of his thrusts, panting against his neck and digging your nails into the sweaty skin of his chest.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned out. He stopped his thrusts, and you were about to whine before he wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and flipped the two of you over so you were pinned to the mattress.

Your cries once again sounded throughout the arm when he continued pounding you into the mattress, headboard now banging against the wall with each and every thrust.


“Morning.”

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his raspy morning voice, and you felt yourself blush slightly at your dirty thoughts so early in the morning.

“Morning,” you greeted back with a smile.

He tightened his arm around you and brought you in closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m a cuddler.”

“I don’t mind,” you chuckled and stroked his hair, quite enjoying the affection you were receiving. You rarely had one night stands, but you were pretty sure guys weren’t always this nice the morning after. If anything, a proper smile was too much to get from someone after a one night stand, tops. But this, this you were enjoying.

“You hungry?” He suddenly asked, removing his face from your neck to look at you with curious eyes. You felt shy for a second, not wanting to impose and thinking he was just an overly nice and polite person in general.

“Ah, thank you Jimin. You really don’t have to-”

“Come on, I’m not the best cook, but I can cook something up.”

He got up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a pair of boxers from his nightstand before pulling it up his legs, and you took a few seconds to admire the view of his back, so soft yet muscly, begging to be touched. Then you noticed a faint red over his shoulder blades, and you quickly realized they were your damn scratch marks.

You felt your cheeks turned red at the sight and you quickly turned away, your eyes quickly scanning the room in search of your clothes. They landed on a spot near the door, so you wrapped the sheets around you and got up to grab the discarded shirt and jeans. You held your jeans in one hand and threw them on the bed before grabbing your top. However, when you held it up and saw that it was ripped right down the middle.

Your eyes widened and you looked to Jimin who was stood there, mouth agape and cheeks tinted pink.

“Uh, I’m-” he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck bashfully. “I’m so sorry. Here, wait a second.” He turned to his closet and opened it, flipping through hangers before he grabbed a plan black t-shirt that seemed a few sizes too big, but it would do.

“It’s fine,” you chuckled. “Thank you.”


“Thank you, Jimin,” you said after you two finished eating. “For breakfast. And..for last night.”

He looked up at you with his sweet smile as he was putting away the dishes.

“It was my pleasure. Both of those things.”

You blushed for the nth time, before you looked down at your phone to check the time. Your eyes widened when you saw 8 missed calls from Yoongi, 5 from Hoseok, and 18 total texts from both.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath and got up from your seat. “I think I’m gonna head out now.”

“Oh,” his smile faltered just for a bit but he managed to stop it. “Of course. I can drive you.”

“No, I couldn’t ask that of you Jimin, You’ve already been so sweet to me,” you smiled at him gratefully. “I can catch a cab from here.”

He reluctantly agreed, walked you to the door, and watched you walk away from his apartment.

You both felt a heavy sinking feelings in your stomach with each step you took away from him, and his feeling only double when you were completely out of view and he shut the door.

You frowned at the feeling. But you convinced yourself it was because it’s been so long since you’ve been with a guy in any way, and the one you happened to meet with last night seemed like a complete sweetheart and gentleman.

You hailed a cab and told the driver your address before deciding to distract yourself with replying to Yoongi. As you typed out a text, as if on cue, your phone started ringing with his name on the screen. You slid open the green button and placed the phone to your ear.

“Did you get laid last night?”

His question was so sudden you almost choked on your own spit.

“Yoongi!” You snapped. “Morning to you too, asshole.”

“I’m hoping that’s a yes.”

“It’s a none of your damn business.”


“Listen I’ll talk to you later. I just got home and I’m in desperate need of a shower,” you said as you got out of the cab.

“Alright, text me later.”

You sighed and locked your phone before placing it in your back pocket. You didn’t take notice of the large van that was parked right in front of your building, the trunk open and filled with boxes and bags.

You took the stairs when you saw that stinky old man waiting on the elevator door. You reached your floor in no time, walking down the hall, head down and looking for your keys in your purse.

That was a bad decision since you managed to bump into a wall. Well, what felt like a wall. It was definitely solid.

You stumbled back but caught yourself before you went too far, looking up to find a guy about your age, maybe a tiny bit older staring back at you apologetically.

“I’m so sor-”

“I’m really s-”

You both chuckled at your attempts of apologizing.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t even looking in front of me,” you said.

“It’s fine, really,” he smiled what seemed to be the cutest smile in the world, making him seem much younger than he actually was. “I’m moving in here. Do you live here, too?”

“Yeah, apartment 205. Welcome to the building. What apartment are you moving into?” You asked with a smile, and his smile only widened before he chuckled. You felt your stomach fill with butterflies at the simple sound, but you tried to push them down and keep them at bay.

“204. I guess we’re neighbors, yeah?” He stretched his hand out for me to shake. “I’m Jungkook.”

The One

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N) -off screen lol

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean gets nervous when talking to the Reader over the phone.

Word Count: 1k-ish

Warnings: Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys!! This is my entry for Shannon’s aka @splendidcas  Birthday Fic Challenge!! Prompt is bolded!!  I hope you guys like it!! I literally typed it up this morning so I’m kinda proud!! Feedback is always welcomed!! Also, watch out for a second part!!! *wink*

P.S. thank you to Arie and Ree for convincing me to post it, even if I was losing hope!!! *hugs*



The One - Part One

My finger hovered over the call button, my heart racing. It shouldn’t be this hard, right? Since when did I get nervous when calling a girl up? It wasn’t like me.

But here’s the thing.

This wasn’t just a girl. It was the girl.

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anonymous asked:

I love how you rub Tony in Steve's face. literally nothing makes me happier than reading how bitter things end up for him. give me any and all the Steve realising what a jerk-ward he is and having tony being happy shoved into him and his 'team's' smug little faces.

“Thanks for cooking dinner. It was -”

“You should go. To him, I mean. No hard feelings. We’re still a team. Nothing will change even though we’re over.”

“….”

“Seriously. It’s fine. I know you want him. You should find him and then have what you want.”

“… Thank you.”

Tony’s throat ached. Taking a shot of vodka didn’t help. If anything, it just made him feel even more maudlin. He didn’t know why he kept doing this. Re-watching the precise moment that his and Steve’s relationship had officially ended was like the worst kind of torture. It brought that awful feeling of suffocation roaring back, especially since he could see details now that he couldn’t see at the time, when he’d been too busy drawing on every ounce of strength to hold himself together until Steve hurried out of the room.

Things like the wariness on Steve’s face when Tony first spoke, which all too quickly changed to shock and then - like a knife to the heart - relief. That relief confirmed everything Tony needed to know: if he ever started thinking that maybe he’d made a mistake, watching this minute-long video would set him straight. Steve had never really wanted him. Tony was a convenient stand-in. Second best, if that. And as soon as Steve had found out that Bucky was alive, it was like Tony ceased to matter. They’d barely hard a relationship in the end, as Steve’s time away searching had grown longer and his greetings to Tony colder.

“Play it again, FRI,” he said hoarsely, grabbing the bottle. In spite of how easily that shot had gone down, that was only his first. He watched it again, hand shaking a little as Steve turned and rushed out of the room. Didn’t even give a second look to the man who’d funded Steve’s life in the future and loved Steve with everything he had, just ran away like an imprisoned man offered freedom.

And now here it was two years later. The civil war that had torn the team apart was done and over. Tony had a new team now, and a new life. Even a new lover. Peter Quill, leader of the Guardians, was as different from Steve as anyone could be. He was funny and sarcastic and he loved to dance; that was actually how they’d kissed for the first time, after Peter had grabbed Tony’s hands and hauled him up to dance to some music. When a slower song came on, Peter hadn’t let go. He’d just leaned in and given Tony the perfect first kiss. It was straight out of an 80’s romcom and it made Tony blush a little just remembering it.

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  • The Founders of Hogwarts:
  • Slytherin: well great job everybody!
  • Ravenclaw: yeah this place will be great for education!
  • Hufflepuff: *snickers* hey...hey guys...guess what I did?
  • S & R: *???*
  • Hufflepuff: I...haha...I charmed all the staircases in the WHOLE Castle to move and change direction whenever they feel like it!!!! *laughs hysterically*
  • Ravenclaw: :O you? You decided to do that?
  • Hufflepuff: Ahuh :D
  • Slytherin: But why? What possible reason could you have?
  • Hufflepuff: *laughs* Because it is going to mess the students schedules up sooo badly! Just imagine the looks on their faces!!! *laughs some more*
  • Ravenclaw: Seriously? You did this...what? This we expected from Slytherin...
  • Slytherin: Hey!
  • Ravenclaw: ...But you...that's totally out of character!
  • Hufflepuff: *wipes away tears* Ahhh...I know right! I'm so awesome.
  • Gryffindor: *comes around the corner panting* Hey sorry I'm late you guys, some asshole charmed the stairs to change of their own free will.
  • Hufflepuff: *rolling on the floor laughing*
Chaol Westfall Post (a.k.a. why the Fandom should stop giving Chaol unnecessary shit)

Let me start off by saying this: It’s cool if Chaol is not your favorite character. If you dislike him, even if it’s for no particular reason at all, it’s fine. Different strokes for different folks and all that. But I do think most of the fandom treats him unfairly, especially since they somehow manage to excuse Aelin and Co.’s shitty actions all the time.

Chaol didn’t accept Aelin, unlike Rowan!

Ya’ll need to stop comparing him with Rowan and going on with that “but he didn’t accept ALL of Aelin!” bullshit. Rowan is Fae. No shit it’d be easier for him to accept Aelin’s Fae side. Seriously, this is such an unfair comparison. Rowan is used to magic. He knows how it works. Also, let’s not forget that Rowan is hundreds of years old so yeah, he’s had time to develop himself, figure out his views and all that.

Chaol is human. He is also young. I mean, didn’t Aelin herself say in HoF that she was nothing but a girl to Rowan? And Chaol is only a couple years older than her. It’s like comparing your grandfather to your boyfriend! (That sounded weird but you get the point, right?)

Anyway, he was taught that magic is this horrible thing. He barely has any experience with it and he doesn’t fully understand it. Dorian has magic and even he doesn’t fully understand it. So of course it was natural for him to struggle with accepting it.

As someone who used to be an incredibly closed-minded, racist, and prejudiced asshole, I understand Chaol. I was raised a Catholic. I live in a predominantly Catholic country. People here are conservative as fuck. Homophobia is common. I’ve seen people make fun of trans folk (saying stuff like “They’re crazy!” or “What a waste of their looks/talent/whatever else!”). And you know, I used to think that way too. Take it from my experience. Changing is HARD in that sort of environment. Hell, one of my best pals during my freshman year of high school was pansexual and still, it wasn’t until college that I was starting to become truly open-minded. Even until now, there are still some things I still struggle accepting completely. But you know what? I try to anyway because I know it’s the right thing to do. It’s why Chaol appeals to me. I’ve been in his shoes. I know his struggles.

Shit like that takes time. The series takes place in a span of what? A year? In which everything was changing so fucking fast for Chaol to keep up with? Give the guy a break.

And did ya’ll forget that bit at the end of QoS where he asks to see her magic? And he says it’s lovely? Does that not count as coming to terms with Aelin’s magic and accepting her or?

But Chaol called her a monster! 

Okay. Consider this for a moment. Remember in CoM, when Chaol had been taken and Celaena went to rescue him? Take a look at this paragraph.

“She was a whirlwind of steel and blood. As he watched her cut through the men as though though they were stalks of wheat in a field, he understood how she had gotten so close to touching Endovier’s wall that day. And at last–after all these months–he saw the lethal predator he’d expected to find in the mines. There was nothing human in her eyes, nothing remotely merciful. It froze his heart.”

Now think. If someone that ruthless had magic. Like a shit ton of power. Wouldn’t you be scared too? I mean, it was difficult enough for people to keep Celaena in check as an assassin. It’d be nearly impossible to do so with Aelin, who apparently is also blessed with powerful magic, being the Heir of Mala or whatever the fuck she is. Chaol had a point. He may not have worded it nicely but he had a point. In EoS, there was literally a line that said “Chaol had warned her about this before” or something like that.

Was he right to call Aelin a monster? Fuck no. I ain’t excusing that. It was a shitty move on his part. But was it understandable? Pretty much.

Also, let’s not forget that unlike us, Chaol had no clue what went down in Wendlyn. He didn’t know what Aelin had gone through and had seen.

But Aelin has had it worse than Chaol! She lost her family and everyone she loved! He has no right to be an ass to her!

Yes, he has no right to be an ass to her. But Aelin has no right to be an ass to him either. Empathizing with Chaol doesn’t mean we’re invalidating Aelin’s hardships. They are two different people. Different backgrounds. Different ways of coping. Different ways of reaction. You can’t expect Chaol to be perfectly okay with losing his best friend and the woman he loved (after she said that whole “I’ll always pick you” speech at the harbor, mind you). He was expecting Celaena to return to him, and when she didn’t, it basically shattered the last shred of hope that he would have something familiar and stable amidst all the change around him.

But Chaol is racist! And prejudiced!

Yo. Your homegirl Aelin was prejudiced against Manon, too. And she had no reason to be? Even Rowan was kinda prejudiced against Manon.

But all Chaol did was blame Aelin for things she couldn’t control!

Well it’s not like she was innocent too. She blamed Chaol for leaving Dorian behind but seriously, what else could he have done? He would have died if he stayed. And then what? Magic wouldn’t be free. Dorian might have died too, since Chaol and Nesryn were the ones who stopped Aelin from killing him. And a whole bunch of other stuff could’ve gone wrong!

Is Chaol perfect? Nope. Like every other character in the series, he has his flaws. He’s done some shitty things. I’m not even going to deny that. But it constantly feels like the fandom puts too much focus on his flaws that they forget about the good things he’s done, too. Like saving Fleetfoot or working with the rebels.

So yeah, again, if Chaol ain’t your fave bro, that’s cool. Perfectly fine. But ya’ll seriously gotta stop those unfair comparisons and double standards. 

anonymous asked:

Can I request a headcannon where MC has a major crush on RFA+Saeran&V but had a past relationship which hurt them deeply, and feel like they would never be able to be happy, kinda like Seven. When they find out they love them back, MC panics, and doesn't want to believe it. They try so hard to not panic, but still have that tiny fear, which becomes huge that they dont love the MC. They probably need a lot of reassurance. I'm so sorry.. I had a rough month ;;

Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry to read that, I hope you’re feeling better and if you feel like it, my chat is always open. Talk to me if you want to, okay?

So, I hope this brings you some comfort:

RFA + Saeran and V with a MC who’s afraid of love


Zen

  •  Come on, everybody in Korea must have a crush on Zen, you are not different
  • That’s what you’ve been telling yourself in order to convince that these feelings aren’t a big deal
  • Everytime he hugs you and tells you how cute you are, you feel like melting!
  •  Yes, it’s a very familiar sensation, as you already heard this from another rising star in the show business.
  • That fling with that singer ended as fast as it started, but he has fame, money and lots of people who idolize him, what do you have now?
  • So yeah, forget that heat growing all over your body when Zen confessed his love for you. You heard this before, you couldn’t handle being hurt again, no, not by him.
  • Zen didn’t expect that reaction from you. When he told you, he was waiting for a “Oh my God! I love you back!” and the most romantic kiss ever. Instead, he won a “I see…” and you walking away from his apartment.
  • He went after you, meeting you sitting in the emergency stairs and crying. “MC! What happened? Why are you crying?”
  • “Why did you do this to me, Zen? Couldn’t you keep this as a fan-idol relationship? Why did you have to tell me this?”
  • “Because I… couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I love you, I… have been in love with you for a while now. And… I understand you don’t feel the same way, but…” you stared at him.
  • “Zen, I feel the same way! That’s the problem! Don’t you see?” he couldn’t see the problem, no. You sighed: “How am I not sure you won’t leave me as soon as you get really famous? Or worst, you’ll try to hide me from everybody? I can’t be a guilty pleasure, Zen! I wouldn’t be able to endure this again!”
  • Oh, now he knows what’s going on. Yeah, when he met you, he knew you were familiar, you dated that guy from the labor record he’s about to be hired. And he felt… angry and sad for you, like that guy broke his heart by breaking yours.
  • So he hugged you and hummed lullabies to you to calm you down. You knew you shouldn’t let him that close, but… could you resist him?
  •  You were scared and worried, and your love for him was flooding your heart. You wanted his love, but right now, what you really needed was his patience.
  • And he would be patient.

 

Yoosung

  • How could you not fall for him? He was caring, smart, sweet…
  • He’s so different from all the guys you’ve been dating so far. All of them so rude and selfish.
  • But maybe you deserved it? Well, so what have you done differently to deserve Yoosung? Nothing, right?
  • So you don’t deserve him. And worse: you’ve got so used to being hurt, what if you ended up hurting him? No…
  • That was the first thing you thought when he confessed his feelings for you.
  • He was a sweating nervous mess, yet he said it. And though he still had hop, he was pretty much waiting for a rejection.
  • But you didn’t really reject him, you just told him you needed to go and… ignored him for the rest of the week, which was even worse than a direct rejection.
  • He didn’t want to piss you off, but he needed an answer, even if was a “no” so he could at least try to move on… emphasis on try.
  • When you saw him waiting for you at your place’s door, you wanted to turn around and run, but your legs felt weaker. Something about his curious eyes staring at you pulled you towards him.
  • “I’m sorry, MC.” What? But you’ve been ignoring him, you should be the one to say this. See what I’m saying? You would definitely hurt him eventually.
  • “Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. Well, except for falling for me.” “MC… why would you say something like this?”
  • “Because I’m so scared of hurting you, Yoosung. You don’t deserve being hurt like I did, you have no idea how awful it is, and I don’t want you to ever feel like this, especially because of me!”
  • “I’m pretty sure you didn’t deserve either, MC. I… I don’t know exactly what you’ve been through, but… I know you didn’t deserve it. And… if you know how it feels, then you won’t do to other people, right? To me… if you… you know, if you really like me…”
  • He hugged you timidly, but you could feel all his love and care for you. You two were so insecure, would it worth chasing this relationship?
  • Yes, it would. And he will definitely chase it.

Jaehee

  • Falling for her was a big surprise for you.
  •  You crushed and hid all the feelings you ever had for women before ever since that girl from school not only rejected you, as also dragged you out of the closet for everybody to know.
  • So you swore you would never fall for a woman before and… well, that didn’t work out, did it?
  • But when Jaehee told you she was in love with you, you… didn’t know how to respond.
  • Because it was new for you. You know, having reciprocated feelings for a woman?
  • And that was the problem! It was new! You didn’t know what to do, what if your inexperience made you really mess things up?
  • So, as much as you wanted to yell “I LOVE YOU BACK!” you kept serious and told her you two were better as friends.
  • And there was that part of her that agreed with you. It was better, she couldn’t risk losing you forever if a romantic relationship didn’t work out.
  • So she settled for this. You both settled.
  • But it was so uncomfortable, it wasn’t the same thing as before now that you knew you two felt the same way, and the only thing getting on the way of happiness was you and your fears.
  • She noticed you were distant, and when she couldn’t stand your cold treatment anymore, she confronted you: “You told nothing would change after I confessed, MC. But it did! Why? You think I’m going to attack you? Are you scared of me?” she didn’t want to come off angry, but she was desperate.
  • “Never, Jaehee! I’m scared of myself…” “What… what do you mean?” “I’m scared of not knowing how to deal with my feelings for you, they are so overwhelming, but… I’m scared because it’s all new to me, Jaehee.”
  • Now she’s the one feeling overwhelmed, you… feel the same as she does? All this time?
  • “I’m scared too. This is very new to me as well.” She says, hugging you.
  • Well, so maybe you could guide each other in this new journey?

Jumin

  • It took you a while to notice your admiration and needing to take care of him wasn’t a friendship thing.
  • You desired him with every inch of your body and soul. But he seemed so out of your league.
  • Yes, how somebody like him could ever look at you and see something other than a silly, innocent and cully person?
  • So when he confessed to you, showing an eloquence he never showed before, you legitimately thought this was a joke.
  • He had an odd sense of humor, but honestly, this was cruel. Playing with people’s feelings like this was beyond unacceptable, even for someone who struggled so much with feelings like him.
  • You were offended, you never expected something so cruel coming from him. Wasn’t he a gentleman? Wasn’t he trying to be more aware of people’s feelings?
  • So you told him to go away and only look for you when he has a proper apology. And he left, confused and… hurt?
  • He got a headache from how much he wondered about what he could possibly have done wrong. He was new to this, but… the magazines he read and the soap operas he watched gave him the feeling he was on the right track with this.
  • Maybe it was because you didn’t feel the same way as he did? But still, he knew you, you were gentle, sweet, you would reject him politely.
  • So disobeying you, he looked for you without a proper apology, he needed to know what he did wrong and how could he make it right in the future. Maybe not with you, but with someone who could make him feel a little like you do, if this was even possible.
  • “I’m sorry to bother you but I need an answer, MC.” “Oh, you need an answer? How pretentious of you, Jumin, seriously! I never expected you to disappoint me like this!”
  • “So tell me why. Why am I a disappointment? What have I done wrong to you?” “You really want to make me say it? Oh my God…” you were only getting madder, you two weren’t going nowhere with this.
  • “MC, I love you. Period. And although I don’t know what I did, I understand you don’t feel the same way and I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. I only wish good things to you, I would never hurt you on purpose.” Yes, that was right… he would never do this. So… this meant…
  • “I… feel the same way, Jumin. I… am the one who should apologize. I got so defensive thinking you were joking.” “Why would I ever joke about my love for you?” “Because… I never thought someone like you could seriously love someone like me.”
  • But he did, and looking for professional help for the love of his life was his first top priority now.

Saeyoung

  • How would you not fall for him? You loved all his sides.
  • The funny 707 and the deep Saeyoung, you loved in all of his facets, would they be bad or good.
  •  And knowing all his insecurities and depressive thoughts, you knew you couldn’t be an extra problem for him.
  • So when he told you how much he loved you, you knew he couldn’t be thinking straight, this was his fears getting the best of him.
  • So now it was your turn on pushing him away. You told him you were flattered, but you two were better as friends.
  • He was waiting exactly for this, but he didn’t regret getting this off his chest. At least now he could live in peace with this knowing he tried, he wouldn’t be wondering what could have happened if he never told you anything.
  • But he missed you… he missed you so much!
  • He missed your conversations over the phone, your laugh, your honesty… he needed to talk to you gain.
  • He hesitated a lot, you already said no, why was he insisting? Call it crazy, but it was almost like God was telling him this wasn’t over.
  • And there he was, standing at your door with the RoboCat. “Meow~ God Seven is with the person he likes!” the cat said.
  • “That’s right, RoboCat.” “Saeyoung, I…” “~God Seven already knows your answer, but he misses you, meow. Can’t you two be friends?”
  • “I’m afraid not, RoboCat, I… regardless of what I feel, I can’t be another problem on Go… Saeyoung’s life.”
  • “What do you mean with ‘regardless of what you feel’?” he asked, not RoboCat. “Do you… like me back, MC?”
  •  “~Meow, I sense love from both ways here.” “Yes, but…” there was no but, not for him, so he went to hug you.
  • Although you didn’t say much, he knew exactly what you were feeling and why you were holding back. He would show you that there was no need to.

 

Saeran

  • Oh my god, how did that happen?
  • He was relying on you to help him with therapy and you were having these romantic fantasies about him? How stupid of you!
  • And selfish! He counted on you, and you daydreaming about something he would probably never be able to correspond?
  • But then… he confessed. And nothing made sense anymore.
  • No, he was confused, he was projecting in you, right? He couldn’t actually be in love with you or with anyone else, for that matter.
  • So, painfully you backed away. It was for his own good.
  • Saeran wasn’t angry, but he was sad. Was he really reading the signs that wrong? He knew he wasn’t the best at this, but… weren’t you being very clear how much you cherished him?
  • He thought he was allowed to feel the same, but… he wasn’t? Why? And even if that was the case, why would you back away like this? This wasn’t like you!
  • No, you were sweet and even if you didn’t love him, you cared for him, you wouldn’t abandon him like this, never!
  • He needed to know exactly what was going on, so he convinced his brother to look for you.
  • But he didn’t ask his brother to call you and tell you Saeran was missing you. No, he didn’t want you to feel pity or obligated to come and see him.
  • But as soon as you did, he realized how much he was missing you. And you definitely missed him too…
  • “What happened to you?” he asked, he didn’t want to sound hurt, but maybe he was and that’s how it came off. “I’m… I’m sorry for being weird, MC. I didn’t want to scare you and I really thought I was doing the right thing…”
  • “Saeran, there’s nothing wrong with you, I… I think I’m the problem here. Because I love you so much and that’s a problem because that’s not what you need from me!” “Let me the judge on that.” He said, pulling you for a hug.
  • Yes, you definitely needed each other’s love.

V

  • He was everything you could want in a person.
  • He was intelligent, sweet, caring, he was… perfect!
  • Your therapist talked about this tendency of yours. Falling for men who seem out of reach so you could be rejected and sink in your low self esteem all over again.
  • Were you doing this again? Because it felt a little different… well, it felt different the other times too…
  • So when he confessed to you, you weren’t sure how to react. You were being corresponded for the first time.
  • This amazing guy loves you back, yes, that’s the problem, he’s too amazing for you, he would notice pretty fast that there was nothing fascinating about you…
  • So why even bother trying to start something that is destined to end up bad. With you hurt for not being able to match him?
  • You told him you needed some time to think, and of course he didn’t oppose, he would give you all the time you needed!
  •  But it’s been a while, actually, really long, he didn’t hear from you. He felt a weird vibe coming from you, but he thought you were just shy.
  • He didn’t want to pressure you, but… he wanted to know if he could have hope or if he should try to let you go.
  • So he asked to talk to you alone when you two meet at a RFA gathering.  You didn’t want to, but you had, you let him hanging on for too much time.
  • “MC, I don’t mean to pressure you or anything, but it’s been a while since I opened up my heart to you, and I…” “V, I like you so much! You have no idea!, but…”
  • “But?” “I’m so afraid of how much it will hurt when you realize I’m not good enough for you…”
  • “MC, This will never happen. I can guarantee you with all my love for you.” He hugged you and kept saying sweet things to you until the RFA realized you two wouldn’t be coming out and they should leave.
  • You would definitely have to go back to therapy, and he would always be there to support you.

goddessasteria  asked:

A ship.. *look in my list* I know! Otayuri.

  •  Who said “I love you” first

Otabek. Let’s face it, Yurio would never breathe the L word unless he was hundred percent sure it’s reciprocated. Also, he runs away from mushy shit. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Otabek, but talking about his feelings makes him feel vulnerable. He did say it back when Otabek confessed though.

  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Both. They’re each other’s best friend, they have a picture of them together as matching backgrounds.

  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Yuri. And it’s always ‘meow’. Otabek just shakes his head.

  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Otabek. “Beka this is the fifth stuffed animal you get me this month, what are you trying to prove?” “My love.” “Get out.”

  • Who initiated the first kiss

Otabek. Okay but you seriously can’t expect him to resist Yuri. That boy looks like a freakin angel when he’s lost in thought and his face muscles lose all their tension. It’s amazing how different Yuri looks when he’s not angry. Besides, Otabek just wanted to see him blushing for once. 

  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Otabek. Yuri is just not a morning person and there’s no changing it. “I’ve got morning breath stop.” “I don’t care.” “You’re gross.” 

  • Who starts tickle fights

Yuri. He get’s in an evil mood every once in a while. Otabek is ticklish, especially on the sides. Imagine Yuri’s shock when he discovered this. Serious, composed Otabek being reduced to quivering mess of laughter and tears at his fingertips.

  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Otabek. Yuri invades the bathroom nine times out of ten. He doesn’t give a shit. Otabek is a little more sensitive and prefers to be sure that Yuri doesn’t mind his presence. 

  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Well, whoever finishes practice first (that is if they’re in the same country). 

  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date

Yuri. Frankly, he’s more nervous a certain couple (*ehm* Victuuri* ehm*)  will find out he’s on a date with Otabek than the actual date. But being with Otabek does give him butterflies anyway.

  • Who kills/takes out the spiders

Otabek. Yuri shrieks whenever he sees one and topples over any piece of furniture to get away. Otabek is more put together even when they gross him out. But anything for Yuri who clings to him like he’s seen a ghost.

  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Yuri. Otabek could barely believe his ears when it happens. But apparently, all Yuri needs to stop being self-conscious is some alcohol. More shockingly, he becomes pretty touchy too. Otabek loves it. He never tells Yuri about it when sober in fear he’d stop.


(send me a ship, please!)

Seriously Netflix

I tried to be calm, but I can’t. couldn’t you just give more time? I mean it’s only been what, a few weeks – a month since season 2 came out, and you expected to have skyrocketing ratings in that short period of time? really? seriously? you gave more time to your other shows before announcing the renewal. so why can’t this show have that time too?! what’s the rush? you said you have to take more risks, well you’re definitely risking of losing subscribers. what kind of network cancels one of the popular shows that just ended with cliffhanger, and expects fans to be okay with it? huh? and it’s not like you did proper promotion for this show. people are really fighting for this show right now. if you really want to take a risk like you said, then take it and give another chance, or at least reconsider it, please.

What you felt when you were with him

Ivar x Reader 

a/n: another bit of fluff, this might be a little different from the normal :) 

Originally posted by thefacesofdeath

You were waiting impatiently in front of the healer’s tent. You wrung your hands together nervously - you knew that Ivar was going to be alright, but knowing that he was in such deep pain and you could do nothing about him always bothered you greatly. You had always been aware of his existence, who in Kattegat didn’t know of the crippled prince who was destined to greatness and fame by the seer? However, you had truly met him during one of your raids. You were a fierce shield maiden, and although you might have not been the strongest, you were one of the deadliest due to your wit. All Viking warriors in their right mind respected your ideas and suggestions when it came to war strategy. In fact, you had been invited by the Ragnarsson’s to join them in dining so that you could discuss the plan of attack. You had arrived to their cabin on the large Viking ship, and opened the door swiftly and quietly without knocking; you wanted to see the way that they acted with each other so that you could better understand them - and pick enemies and allies. 
The scene in front of you was not entirely shocking, but not expected either. Ubbe and Hvitzervik were attempting to restrain Ivar, shouting loud curses at both him and Sigurd, who only kept encouraging the crippled man to a fight. Ivar’s knife whizzed by his brother’s head, missing it only by a few centimeters, only due to the fact that Sigurd had ducked last minute.

You coughed lightly, making everyone freeze. “You called me.” You cocked an eyebrow at the obviously dysfunctional family and began taking light and confident steps towards the center of the room.

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Undo (3)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Description: You’re wandering aimlessly when you meet him: the tall man who looks like an angel, the bright red hair on top of his head resembling fire. This angel boy tries to help you, but you soon find out more about him that turns your world upside down.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Word Count: 5,765

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

When his lips left yours, you were more in shock than anything. You almost felt dizzy as you remembered the familiar sensation. When his lips touched yours, it felt natural, like you’d done it so many times before. His eyes staring deep into yours made you nervous, you saw the longing in his eyes and you could only wonder how much the two of you had been through together.

“Chanyeol…” His name left your lips quietly, you could barely hear yourself but Chanyeol was apt to hear anything you said. The air was almost crackling around the two of you, you couldn’t help but want to know more about your past.

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Imagine your OTP proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food
completely the fault of this prompt

“You ready?”

“Wait, lemme—okay. Yeah. Go.”

“Don’t do that dewy eyes thing again. I nearly burst out laughing last time.”

“Just shut up and go—the waiter’s coming.”


Dean hastily leans back, fumbling with the cheap velvet box in his palm. Cas is barely suppressing his grin, pretending to be interested in the dessert menu.

The waitress is at the table opposite them, and Dean taps his fingers patiently against his leg. Just a little bit closer.

“You know, I was gonna wait ‘til we got back home, but I don’t think I can anymore.”

Cas looks up, expression of surprise just on the edge of believable.

“Dean?” He asks carefully.

“Dammit, Cas, I can’t stand it!”


Dean throws his napkin down, standing with a dramatic flourish. Heads are starting to turn towards their table, and their waitress is staring at them, her mouth open. Dean fights back his grin. Jackpot.

He drops to one knee, and all around them, surprised gasps and a couple stunned oh my gods echo through the restaurant.

Dean holds up the ring (something they dug out of the bottom of a 99 cent bin in Walmart), adding a hesitant edge to his voice.

“Castiel,” he says gravely. “Love of my life. Will you—will you marry me?”

Cas presses a hand to his heart, his lip trembling a little. (Damn him and those acting classes he took their senior year of college, the fucker.)

“Dean,” he breathes. “Of course. Of course!”

Dean is immediately yanked up in the arms of his pseudo-fiancé, as the restaurant dissolves into a cacophony of whoops and applause. Cas smiles against his lips.

“Nailed it,” he whispers.

“As always,” Dean whispers back. Then he kisses him again, because hey—that was the best part of the fake proposing, getting to make out with Cas in front of everyone.

Well, that, and the free food.

It happened kinda by accident.

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What happens in Vegas.. pt. 2- Tom Holland

Word count: 2672

Summery:  You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland

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A/N: Okay, so you guys really liked part 1, so here’s part 2! I also made a tag list! I really hope I remembered everyone! If not, just send me a message, and I’ll add you (or just comment, or send it to my inbox). I really like hearing what you guys think, and if you guys have any ideas for what could happen, please let me know! Hope you enjoy! (Oh!, and there’s a song mentioned! I feel like it kinda sets the mood, if you want to listen to it!)

When you walked out of your bedroom the next morning, you found Tom sitting on the couch. He was watching some random celebrity news channel, and when you looked at the screen they were showing several pictures of you and him together, mostly from last night.

“I would’ve left, but there’s a ton of paparazzies outside. Apparently, we are the new hot couple” He said, with raised eyebrows. “We are even trending on Twitter and Tumblr”

“So, I guess I have to spend the day with you. Just perfect” You mumbled to yourself, but he heard you. Or at least his eyeroll indicated that he did. “Maybe the whole moving in together, might not be such a bad idea? We are going to be stuck together for a while. Might as well have to bedrooms, so we don’t have to breathe the same air all of the time” You sat down on the other side of the couch, while looking at him.

“My apartment already have two large bedrooms, so why don’t we just move there? Then we won’t have to actually look at new apartments” He put his feet in your lap, and you instantly pushed them back down.

“Well that was easy. Where is this apartment of yours? We could just move today? That would definitely give them something to talk about” You pulled your legs up under you, and smiled kindly to him. Maybe, just maybe, you could actually become friends. If you were going to spend that much time together, maybe it could actually be enjoyable.

“Well, it might take a little time to move. I live in London. As in England. But yeah, it would definitely be something for them to talk about” He returned your smile, but yours quickly dropped. Was he joking? London?!

“Excuse me, what? You didn’t think to mention that? That your apartment is on another continent?” Did he seriously expect you to move to England? Just like that? How on earth could that be a good idea, even in his head?

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