look at their hair im laughing

This has nothing to do w/ anything and I know people have talked about it before BUT I want to as well. Usually my metas tend to be angsty af and then end on a hopeful note, and this will probably be no exception. But anyway, a delve into Victor’s love of fairytales!

I can recall on 2 occasions Victor specifically comparing Yuuri to a fairytale.

Which may not seem like a lot but we have 12 episodes and if something is pointed out twice in a story, it has some amount of significance. Anyway, I just think it’s so damn cute that Victor considers Yuuri prince-like. Even the visuals and story of On Love: Eros is like a fairytale!

We go on about how extra Victor is (and he 200% is…that 50s pink cadillac tho) but I wanna here more about how much of a true romantic Victor is. 

This entire thing is like an hc-palooza courtesy of me. Here we go!

I like to think of a little Victor, watching all these fairytale movies–Disney or otherwise–and dreaming of one day finding a prince of his own.

A 12 year old Victor with his first real crush, staring at a pretty boy with darker hair and kind eyes in one of his classes or at the rink. Victor thought he had found his prince, until one day the affection faded and his mind focused on other things. 

A teenage Victor, going through various relationships like others would go through clothing. He’s a busy young man after all, and no one seems to want to look beyond the Victor Nikiforov on screen, one the ice, and actually date him. Victor starts to wonder if there is a prince out there for him. 

Victor as a young adult, still a romantic at heart, but has pretty much entirely lost hope on finding his true love. No one sticks around, and he hasn’t found anyone he cares deeply enough about to chase. Victor’s lonely, to put it simply. He sits up at night sometimes, and watches all those fairytales from when he was a child. Victor smiles sadly at the end of them all, and dreams of a prince of his own. 

And Victor in his late 20s, as we see him pre-series. He’s frosted with depression and loneliness; the never-ending cold discs of metal, the isolation from other skaters, people kissing up to him left and right. Everything is predictable. He’s running out of motivation, out of ideas. Victor knows people only want him as what they see when he performs. It’s a saddening thought, that Victor is not lovable as himself. Some people were not meant to find a true love, he supposes.

Until one night, a night we all know well. 

The Sochi GPF banquet. Victor is intrigued by this attractive man flitting through the room, clearly intoxicated, but with this charming energy no one can resist. Not even Yuri Plisestky, himself pulled into a dance with Japan’s Yuuri Katsuki. 

Victor manages to escape from his sponsors to laugh and point and take pictures from the sidelines. Yuuri whirls past him and the way the light shines on his hair and eyes makes Victor’s breath catch and his heart skip. 

Victor watches as Yuuri dances with Chris–and wow, is that a show and a half. Yuuri strides over to Victor and holds him in place, hips shaking and Victor can only stare on in wonder. This beautiful, energetic, charming young man is staring up at him, like he’s the only person in the room. Victor can’t understand Japanese, but that doesn’t matter–what matters is the warmth of Yuuri’s body, the sparkle of his eyes, and the earnestly fond tone he speaks with. Victor’s heart is beating out of his chest and he can’t imagine this moment getting better until-

Be my coach, Victor!

Victor’s face flushes with a little gasp and he can’t find it in himself to refuse the request or the next dance they share together. 

As Victor laughs spins and smiles like he hasn’t since child, looking at Yuuri all the while, he can feel it in his chest. 

A prince. A prince is with him!

And oh, when Yuuri dips him low, the lights above framing his face and hair like a halo, Victor knows that his prince has finally come for him. 

i want so many pictures taken of me. i want pictures of me writing in journals. i want pictures of me reading. i want pics of me watching the sky and i want pictures of me being excited. i want pictures of me jumping up and down after hearing the best news ever and i want pictures of me having to fix my glasses. i want pictures of me with my hair being blown everywhere because of the wind and i want pictures of me so blurry that im not even sure what im doing in them. i want photos of me sitting on my bed with my phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other whilst laughing the hardest i’ve ever laughed. i want pictures of me looking out windows and pictures of me sitting on the floor with paint all over my hands in nothing but a long flannel. i want pictures of me running in all types of directions in fields. i want pictures of my facial expression the second someone calls my name. i want pictures of me dancing and jamming to music and i want photos of me when im in deep thought. i want pictures of me when im a mess and sobbing on the floor. i jus want so many pics of me doing things bc i wanna know what kind of person everyone else sees. i want to capture every raw moment.

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App…

The way Isak sees himself in the morning (if he can open his eyes long enough):

  • a mess
  • his shirt is crumbled
  • his hair is in wild disarray, strands sticking up in awkward angles
  • his eyes are small and almost always sticky from sleep
  • his skin is a mixture of paleness and red blotches
  • his face slightly puffy 

The way Even sees Isak in the morning

  • a miracle 
  • his crumbled shirt makes Isak look so cozy and he is just so warm 
  • his soft blond curls endearingly ruffled 
  • his usually bright green eyes beady and still a little dazed 
  • his face sporting a cute blush on those high cheekbones
  • his mouth always drawn into a pout (and anyway, the way his boy glares at the world or who ever invented mornings makes him look like a disgruntled kitten and makes Even go weak in the knees and his stomach flip and his heart swell and press a thousand kisses all over Isak’s face, where a slow smile spreads at the received affection)
Winwin’s Lips Appreciation Posts

Originally posted by nctaezen

Okay, I’m a hardcore Winwin stan ,and I have ALWAYS had a fascination with his mouth. I love his lips and his teeth and his smile liKE UGH WTFFF maybe I’m a weirdo, but I decided to rant my soft stan frustrations on this post.

Originally posted by nctech

SO SWEET LOOK HOW HE LAUGHS WITH HIS CHEEKS FULL WHAT A SWEET BABY I love seeing idols eat omg

Originally posted by ohlychee

HIS LIPS LOOK SO SOFT AND HIS LIP COLOR IS SO NICE

Originally posted by sichengss

His teeth are cutest thing in this entire world

Originally posted by nctjaemin

HE IS SO SOFT AND SO SQUISHY IM SO IN LOVE LOOK AT HIS CHEEKS

Originally posted by seungkwansthighs

I LOVE WATCHING MY FAVORITE IDOLS EATING OKAY IM IN LOVE WITH HEATHY, WELL FED, CHEWING, FULL-CHEEKED WINWIN

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

He yell

Originally posted by limitless-jaehyun

Watching Winwin talk makes me so soft I admire the way his lips look I’m so weird bye BYE JAEHYUN

Originally posted by dimplesjae

still perfect don’t even fuck with me this close up hell yes his lip color and cupids bow yeS

Originally posted by 97dimes

I ALWAYS LOVED THIS  HE LOOKS SO CUTE HIS LIPS AND HIS TEETH AND HIS SMILE IM SO INLOVE I WILL NOT STOP SAYNG IT

Originally posted by nct-trash

STOP IM GONNA CRY LOOK AT HIS LITTLE POUT hair

Originally posted by nct-trash

Side view and pretty perfect plush lips  HE SHOOK HIS HEAD NO SO CUTE MY SWEET SOFT HONEY

Originally posted by stannctchinaline

HIS BIG CUTE SMILE WITH CUTEST TEETH FRAMED BY AMAZING LIPS HE IS SO CUTE WHAT A CUTE PUPPY HIS HEAD TILT

Originally posted by nctaezen

HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE SOFT BUT HE SERIOUS AND HE KISS AND I AM CONFUSED

Originally posted by t-yong

I AM SO INLOVEEEE HE IS SO IRRESISTIBLY DARLING

Originally posted by ilisam-sana

Elegant perfect lip shape and lip shade king of visuals king of lips king of life I’m #1 hype woman s2g

Originally posted by nct127

HIS LAUGH AWEHEHE IM IN TEARS MAKING THIS

Originally posted by neoculturedaily

So sweet

Originally posted by nakamotens

My #1 favorite thing is watching him talk look at his glossy lips subtitles are right

Originally posted by psychoppax11x13

lip close up and yuwin

Originally posted by sichengss

His precious smile

Originally posted by nctaezen

I hope I’m not the only one who cried after this post bye there’s so much more but I need to stop here bc this is unhealthy for me I love him

bts as roommates (yoongi)
  • an online shopper 
  • “accidentally” uses all the hot water
  • bickering because of the mess 
  • “yA how many times should i tell we have separate laundry bags” 
  •  being stubborn boi he is he’ll just roll his eyes at you
  • but the next day you’ll see ur laundry is already separated
  • buys weird furniture smH
  • “what is that again min yoongi???”
  • “an estcutheon”
  • kumamon stuffs everywhere
  • he ignored you for a week once bc u repeatedly watched and laughed at his audition video D; 
  • YOONGI AND HIS CAFE AMERICANOS. ENOUGH SAID.
  • always has a notepad, notebook beside him 
  • snaps at u sometimes whenever he’s tired
  • but when he does, u wake up the next morning with your favorite milktea in the refrigerator or the whole room is hella clean

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  • sharing skincare tips and doing your night skincare routine together 
  • watches you while you put on your makeup
  • whispers rly quiet “pff she doesn’t need all of that”
  • and you not applying blush anymore cAUSE UR FACE IS RED AF ALREADY
  • texts you whenever ur not home and it’s already late
  • “where r u? do u have keys? bc im going to sleep already ”
  • “yes i have keys” “ok” *30 minutes later* “drive safely”
  • and when u arrive he’s still up lol
  • and he’ll pull this “ i couldn’t sleep so i’m writing songs” card
  • and you’d brush it off with “okay” but you cant stop subtly smiling 

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  • really really looks like a baby boo while sleeping
  • moans every time he hears just a bit of noise
  • loves having many pillows around him
  • wakes up @ midnight to pee loLZ
  • pulls the duvet over you sometimes <3 <3 <3
  • and when he’s in the pLAYFUL MOOD HE’D RUFFLE UR HAIR like really ruffle it so bad
  • and laughs at u in the morning
  • “you look like a racoon” 
  • more rolling of eyes
  • you’d have days when you have to drag him out of his bed and vice versa 
  • “MIN YOONGI PLS JHOPE’S BEEN CALLING ME FOR AN HOUR NOW!”
  • and he’d get up really fast and u’d be confused
  • “jhope’s calling u?” he’d asked with a groggy voice
  • and you’d be more confused
  • “that beech, anyways i’ll just tell him im already up”
  • “I can tell him if you-”
  • “NO I’LL- he’d be surprised big time as well as u
  • “I-i’ll just text him.” leaving you the most confused person on earth
  • okaaay??”  
  • and jhope texting u later that day “yoongi’s jealous lmao” 
  • and the rest is hISTORY :D
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#i just want to know if the way she pushes his hair out of the way is something talia probably did for them as children #some sort of comforting small touch to make them feel better when they felt sick #or was it just instinct for cora to touch her brother in a very simple but comforting way because he needed it or maybe she needed it #to make sure her brother was okay #im just very emotional and i wish they would have explored their relationship more

Making out with... Yuta

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Anon: Make out with yuta too 😊

Anon: First make out session with yuta too 😊😀😍

Anon: Hope you’ll do a making out with Yuta soon! ^_^

Anon: making out with yuta please:)) (the thirst is real)

ok i just want to say that i think yuta is like a sex god okay #sorrynotsorry and i’ve just added some nice gifs of him at the end :-) also this is fucking long and kinda sexual so enjoy ;-)


  • OKAYY
  • so yuta the japanese fuck boy womaniser god woman killer prince
  • im listening to jay park while writing this so i might get a little excited writing this YAY
  • Yuta would love making out with you
  • It’d be his favourite past time with you
  • Well
  • It would be sex but making out is more practical and safe lmao
  • Already quite touchy in the relationship, but if he wanted to make out with you, expect his hands to wander EVERYWHERE
  • He especially likes your thighs and your neck
  • Wraps his hands around your thighs and slides them up and down teasingly
  • Likes to have a hand at the back of your neck so he can dominant the kiss and control you a bit
  • A session would start off at the most random times
  • It might start in the kitchen
  • He’ll walk over to you, where you’re frame is hunched over the sink doing the dishes
  • Snakes his arms around your waist and pull you into your chest, you stumbling clumsily into him
  • He’ll start rubbing his hands over your bare waist and stomach, slowly moving them down so they grab your hips
  • And he’ll surprise you by grounded your hips into his, earning a quick gasp from you
  • Or sometimes they might start as soon as you enter the apartment
  • You’ve had an average day, nothing’s really happened - but that’ll change soon
  • Within a second of you shutting the door, and throwing your bag and coat on the sofa,
  • You spot Yuta practically run out of the bedroom, a dark look in his eyes and a smirk on his face
  • He immediately pushes you back, edging you forcefully towards the door, and quickly you feel the front door come in contact with your back
  • He forcefully takes your wrists and bunches them in one palm, putting them above your head so you have no control
  • The type to grind a lot during making out
  • He cannot help it okay
  • He will literally dry hump you, but you’re not complaining lmao
  • His hips are rough and fast and fuck im sweating already and we havent even got to the kissing part okay lmao
  • Starts by tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb whispering to you
  • Can range from “you have the prettiest lips Y/N” to “hmm want to show me what these lips can do?”
  • Then he’ll press light, butterfly kisses on the corners of your mouth slowly
  • He enjoys having you squirm and whine for him to kiss you
  • Does that stupid smirk !!!
  • Goes in to kisses but stops when he’s only a centimeter away from your lips
  • You can practically feel the heat radiating off him
  • And his breath on your face
  • Finally, finally, he’ll kiss you for real
  • Starts very slow and deep, with a lot of brief pauses and using his jaw to add more force into the kiss
  • His lips would be so soft - like out of all the members, he would have the softest lips omg
  • You could probably taste the unscented lip balm he was wearing
  • (probably a sign he was preparing for this too)
  • His kisses will start to get sloppier and faster and deeper too (somehow, if that was even possible)
  • God, uses so much fucking tongue
  • His tongue darting in and out your mouth, swirling with yours and things get very damp
  • Will moan and groan, and probably grind into you roughly and suddenly, if you force your tongue into his mouth and not the other way round
  • He finds it so hot and god, you really are not helping the situation right now
  • His hands are now grabbing your thighs and squeezing them, making you squeal and squirm with excitement
  • Your hands, which Yuta are no longer holding up above your head, are kneading his head
  • You pull on his hair, threading your fingers through his silky hair, then moving your hands down to the nape of his neck and rubbing it slightly
  • He absolutely loves it and will break the kiss momentarily to throw his head back in pleasure and moan, before returning to the kiss
  • Sometimes, if you want things to go further eg sexual you might be a bit daring and slowly slide your hand down his chest and grab his crotch before quickly returning you hand to its place in his hair
  • He knows what you wants and will pick you up, your legs wrapped around his waist, and take you to the bedroom lmao
  • If not, then the making out will just continue yup
  • His kisses would be so deep and passionate and rough and you know that your lips will be bruised by the end of it
  • Even though his kisses are kind of alluring and sexual, he’s putting so much emotion into them
  • He just loves you so much
  • And he wants you to know that you’re the only one for him and please, don’t leave him
  • They’re rough because that’s the amount of emotion he puts into them
  • OFC you know this, and put a lot of passion into them too
  • You know the session is over when he breaks the kiss and starts kissing your neck
  • Its like a cool down or something
  • But not really because you’re both panting and whimpering at the sensitivity of your lips and skin
  • He loves hickeys
  • Especially across your chest and collar bones
  • They’re always dark and huge and they’re are many of them, scattered across your skin
  • You’ll give him them too, when he’s sucking at your chest
  • You’ll give them behind his ear and upper neck
  • But really, he prefers giving them to you rather than you giivng them to him
  • But ya know, they’re never turned down lol
  • Eventually, you’ll both get tired and slump onto one another lazily, your heart rate starting to go down
  • And then you probably start having a laughing fit for like an hour
  • Because you look at each other, and both of your lips are just bruised
  • Like hella bruised, red and sensitive
  • And it looks fucking hilarious
  • You’ll probably end up napping after too because boy, these making out sessions take up a lot of your energy lmao
  • …..okay
  • that is all
  • i hope you liked this
  • it’s fucking long too jfc
  • sorrynotsorry
  • hmmm i think some people are gonna be having some nice dreams tonight lmao
  • have some gifs of yuta too ;-)

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work for it | reggie mantle (riverdale)

Originally posted by riverdalesource

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it was just another pep rally for the river vixens but for cheryl blossom it meant that there was another opportunity to be in the spotlight, being the captain and all.

you smile over to your red headed best friend, she was nervous like always. her parents had attended every single bulldog/vixen event but after jason’s death they had stopped because the memories flooded back each time they sat in those bleachers.

tonight was different though, tonight both blossom parents were here to support the teenage girl, so we had practice every damn day for at least a few hours. 

we had to make this rally perfect so cheryl could show her parents what they’ve been missing.

“you know this routine inside and out cheryl, you could do it in your sleep” you reassure her placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“thank you” she smiles softly at you “what are best friends for?” you giggle bumping her hip with your own as you apply your last coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

it was our fifth and final period and cheryl had ordered an emergency practice which resulted us being forced out to practice on the field with the jocks because the gym was being occupied by freshman gym class.

“5 minute break” cheryl yells allowing us to rest and hydrate.

you wonder over to the drinks table pouring yourself a cup a icy water from the cooler they leave there for the jocks.

“drinking our water i see?” you jump at the sudden voice almost covering yourself in water “god you scared me” you mumble wiping your mouth of the fallen liquid.

it was the one and only reggie mantle, it was common knowledge to all the kids at riverdale high that the raven haired jock had a thing for you. you flirted back and fourth tension building between the two of you.

he’d asked you out multiple times as well as half the other guys on the team but you refused to date anyone of them. the girls on your squad were puzzled at your decision to turn down only the best of riverdale high but you just shrugged it off.

you didn’t want to fall into the stereo type of an ‘easy’ cheerleader.

its not that you weren’t attracted to him because god, you were. he was tall, strong one of the best bodies in your year but he was more than that. you were the only one who’d seen past his bad boy jock facade.

he had everybody fooled, except you.

“can’t a hard working vixen get herself some cold water?”

he smirks “depends” he steps closer continuing to flirt

“will this working hard-gorgeous vixen want to go on a date with this beautiful specimen of a bulldog”

you roll your eyes placing the cup back down on the table

“you know what I’m actually not that thirsty” you turn and walk back toward your squad, swinging your hips as you know his eyes are watching your every agonising move.

“your going to have to try harder than that reg” you yell to the boy

he bites his clenched fist before jogging over to his jock friends.

you begin to stretch when cheryl approach you a smirk evident on her face. you grab her shoulder to stabilise yourself as you tuck one foot up.

“what are you doing?” she questions you, looking you up and down then behind you were you know reggie is staring based on the voice of coach clayton yelling at the poor boy.

“mantle! ball. over here” you giggle turning and giving the small boy a wave

“gosh (y/n) why don’t you just say yes!” the captain fumes at you.

“because its reggie cheryl” you muse taking a break from the stretching.

she huffs crossing her arms over her chest.

“oh c’mon you don’t seriously think i should go out with him? you hate reggie and me dating jocks remember what happened last time?”

she ignores you staring off behind you

“god what are you looking out” you turn spotting a familiar red head looking your way.

you smile and wave at your long time friend before turning and facing your best friend.”

“oh. my. god.” you squeal bouncing on your feet

“what now?” she snaps

you grin widely “you have a thing for andrews gah this is golden!!”

her eyes widen and she shakes her head “no i don’t!” she defends 

you laugh clapping your hands together

“it doesn’t matter his into you- they’re all freaking into you”

your features soften “cheryl archie is NOT into me” 

“I’m serious its completely platonic- wait what does this have to do with me and mantle?” you question dipping down to touch your toes.

“well if you start seeing the bimbo jock-” you interrupt her “don’t call him that”

she sighs “anyways if you start seeing each other than you my dear friend can put in a good word with efron- and then we can have double dates at pop’s!”

“god you didn’t just refer to archie as zac efron” you giggle

she narrows her eyes causing you to shoot your hands up “fine fine ill put in a good word to archiekins, i don’t need reggie for that”.

you bend down again touching your toes when you hear whistles and a huge thud.

you both turn quickly glancing as reggie is sprawled out onto the floor clutching his head as he rips off his helmet. before you know it your legs are carrying you over to the injured boy dropping to your knees as you approach him

“reg oh my god are you okay what happened?!” you bout running your hands over his face worry covering your expression like a blanket.

he winces trying to stand up only to stumble down, you stand quickly trying to bare all his weight. “arch” you mumble begging for the bulldog to help you out.

he swoops over holding the boy up, “what happened?!” you exclaim glancing at his team mates they all go quite holding in laughter “what?!” you ask confessed looking to your friend and the injured raven haired jock.

arch sighs laughing before answering “someone was having a good look at your ass and moose clocked him because someone didn’t have his head in the game”

you laugh covering your mouth as your cheeks heat up “hey i wasn’t-” he tries to defend himself leaning against his team mate.

“oh im sure you weren’t” you tease poking his chest

“practice is over mantle your on the beach tonight” he throws his hands in the air in frustration pulling away from the support of his red headed best friend

“c'mon coach-” coach clayton tucks his clipboard under his arm pointing a finger at the raven headed captain “i can’t afford you trying to show off to your girl- rest up”

your eyes fall to the ground blushing as Reggies attempts to cover up what his coach just said

a laugh spills from your mouth but your hands dart up to stop anymore from being realised. he glances at you with pleading eyes his rosy cheeks evident on his tan skin.

“(y/n)!” you turn to see your best friend yelling your name “i gotta get back to practice to you need help getting him to the bench?”

archie shakes his head adjusting his grip on the sulking boy “nah we’re good, go back to cheryl before she bursts a vessel”

you give the two boys a two finger salute before winking and rushing back over to your hot headed cheer captain

“jeez cap don’t get your knickers in a knot” you complain throwing your hair up into a pony tail.

she huffs turning and clapping to get the vixens attention “lets go bitches formation!” she yells

you roll your eyes getting into position catching the boys staring as we start our routine. “be right back” you mumble to the red head before jogging over to the pair on the first row of the bleachers

“yes” you smile catching reggies attention, the ice pack of his head slipping as he moves his hand away. they share a confused glance before looking back at the dumb smile on your face.

“wait what?” the raven haired boy chuckles nervously “ill come with you- on a date. pop’s. tonight” you speak with confidence twirling your hair.

a smile grows on his lips “really?” you dip down to reach his eye level “as long as ginger god comes too, for my ginger goddess” you point to the anger cheerleader standing with her vixens

“deal?” you question smile lazily placing your hand on his thigh

he looks to archie and he shrugs “im in” you give your friend a fist pump before looking back to the shy boy “deal” he finally speaks smiling up at me.

“what made you change your mind?” he asks nervously

you bite your lip backing away “i told you mantle, you had to work for it”

his smugness overwhelms his features archie elbow him in giddiness as he watches his friend flirt with the girl of his jock dreams

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okay what if like, allura’s bathroom is 10x more fancy than the paladins’ bathrooms (assuming they each have one attached to their rooms)

and pidge is the first one to discover this, because allura insists the two of them have a girls only slumber party with the mice in her room one night, and the next day pidge can’t help but tell hunk about it

and she’s like “yeah, no seriously !! there’s like a tv in there and a foot massage thingy right in front of the throne!! and like every product you can think of in this massive walk in closet!!” and hunk is like “woahh no way” and lance and keith just happen to be walking by play fighting or some shit, and they overhear this and straighten up and they’re like “what, no way, you’re making that up” and pidge is like “why would i make this up ??? it’s true !! AND she’s got a little bathtub for the mice on the window seat !!“ and the boys are like “wow :O” but then pidge frowns and is like “but for real guys it’s Off Limits okay, i don’t think i was even supposed to tell you about it, so don’t get any ridiculous teenage boy ideas in your heads >:/”

and lance is like “whaaat i don’t even know what you’re talking about pidge ??? anyway hm sounds nice” and hunk is like “yeah” and keith is like “good for her”

but then. of course hunk lance and keith have got to see it for themselves

and so once allura has gone out, they each decide to sneak in to her fancy bathroom, but they ALL end up sneaking in at once and are like so angry and disappointed and start arguing until hunk is like “okay okay we got this far, we’re in her room, we might as well see what it looks like before we leave”

and lance and keith are like “aight”

but then when they open the door. their jaws just like. hit the floor.

it’s GORGEOUS, like a one person spa, and the tv !! has video games !! and there are so many products in allura’s closet, it’s like a space bath and body works !! and her fuckin tub is like a glittery pink jacuzzi !! and they all just kinda look at each other and next thing you know, lance is going through every lotion and perfume and hair product in the closet and hunk and keith are sitting on the jacuzzi edge playing video games, wrapped up in warm, fluffy lavender towels (because okay at one point keith fell in and hunk started laughing so keith pulled him in with him, and then lance found the towels and tossed them to them) and they’re havin a BLAST lol

at least. until allura comes home

and pidge just sighs and starts writing their eulogies

We need to talk about laurent and damen’s Soft mornings together, laurent sitting at the kitchen counter wearing damen’s shirt that’s quite big on him with bedhair and soft eyes, damen, shirtless, making breakfast for both of them and they’re laughing and staring at each other.

Laurent: I know you’re good at many things but you should look down at what you’re cooking. Unless you want to set our house on fire.

Damen: *smiling* Your hair is sticking up. 

And the light is coming through the window and they’re in love and safe :’) :’)

TWIN ANDREWS | juggie x reader

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“arch im kinda nervous”

i admit as we near the familiar diner

“you’ll be fine, it’s just Betty we’ve known her since we were in diapers don’t stress sis”

i huff my stomach turning as the neon sign comes into view

“i don’t know about this I haven’t been home for a really long time i think id rather just go home and rest”.

we pull into the parking lot and i turn to beg to my brother but he pulls the keys out of the ignition

“come (y/n) they are excited to see you, it’s been years at least come in for something to eat then I promise ill drive you home whenever you want”

i sit back and think it over before my brother starts again “dad wants me to help you ease back into it- it’s your first day back at school and wouldn’t you rather have people to talk with tomorrow so it’s not so-” he pauses

“terrifying” i finish

“i was going to say daunting but yeah terrifying works too” i huff
“fine but you owe me Archie big time” a smile spreads across his face as he gets out of his truck. “what have i gotten myself into” i think aloud copying my brothers actions and following him toward the entrance.

“oh and heads up I kinda didn’t tell them you were in town-”

i spin on my heels but he grabs my shoulders “it was supposed to be a surprise” he whines i run my hand over my face “fine- you’re so annoying you know that right”.

he sighs throwing his arm over me and walking me toward our normal booth we’re a spot Betty, Kevin &amp; an unfamiliar raven headed girl.

“arch who’s the other girl-”

“(y/n)” i hear Betty call looking shell shocked

“i-i- I can’t believe your here I-” she chokes on her words.
things didn’t exactly end well between Betty & our friends when I left, after my parents divorce i went into a downward spiral and i was forced to leave with my mother no note no explanation to any of my friends as to where i was going or why and let’s just say i was terrified that they hated me.

“betts” i smile tears welling up

she looked so much older from when I last saw her the more I looked the more she looked different yet entirely the same. she stand from the booth her blonde hair swishing in her ponytail as she rushes over to wrap her arms around me pulling me into her warm embrace

“i thought you were never coming back” she whispers as she held me “me either” i whisper back crying slightly.

i pull away and wipe my eyes glancing to Kevin who’s jaw was lying on the ground “you going to close your mouth and come give me a hug or?”

he glances to me shocked with no movement as if he’s too scared to move in case I run “Kev!” i joke

I spread my arms as he climbs over the raven haired stranger and leap into my arms causing me to stumble back slightly.

“wow” he breathes pulling me at arms length examining me

“girl you got hot” he blurts

I laugh tearing up at the sight of my best friends “you finally grew your hair out im obsessed you look so so so good Chicago treated you well”

i run my fingers through my long red hair “thanks kev, it did it really did” “oh and you look so much thinner!”

I freeze at the comment catching my brothers gaze.

he senses my reaction and laughs stiffly

” I mean you look great, seriously” i breathe a sigh of relief laughing to cover my awkwardness.

“thank you i decided to loose a few pounds and well it worked!”

they smile at me “well have a seat we’ll order and we can catch up!” Archie offers and i nod slipping into the booth opposite Betty Kevin and the other girl.

“you going to introduce me to your pretty friend?”

i ask glancing at Betty

“oh of course this is Veronica Lodge-”

“Ronnie works” she smiles at me

“im (y/n) Andrews im-” “Archie’s twin?”

i nod “obvious?” i mentally face palm “yeah the red hairs a bit of a giveaway” i nod my brother sliding into the seat next to me.

“so you’ve met my sister ronnie” she nods sipping her milkshake “I sure have, will you be going to school this semester”

i nod “i sure am, now both the crazy red headed twins will be attending Riverdale hey arch” i nudge my brother.

it falls silent at my comment and i shift uncomfortably

“oh my god- what did I say?” i glance around Veronica looking equally confused.

“what other twins” she askes confused

“the blossoms..” i finish

“(y/n) I thought I told you about Jason in the car” i furrow my eyebrows at him “I just came from the airport arch i was half asleep and jet lagged i don’t think I was really paying all too much attention to you” i laugh.

“god please don’t tell me their dead- i was going to ask Cheryl for my spot back on the vixens, I miss cheer the girls in Chicago were awful”

still silence

“Jesus will someone tell me what’s going on” my brother touches my shoulder gently

“Jason was killed a few months ago- it was the Fourth of July weekend-” i zone out my breathe catching in my throat.

this is why mum didn’t want me to return home, there’s a murder running around. everything makes sense now while it seemed so eerie when I first got back and how mum refused to let me contact anyone from back home including Archie the past month.

“wow” i exhale “i had no idea- but polly oh my god Betty your sister must be devastated” she nods inhaling sharply let i said something wrong.

I glance down to my food not feeling hungry at all “um arch can we go home im not feel so hot I think I need some rest before tomorrow”

he nods “of course” “ill see you guys tomorrow” i smile waving goodbye to my friends before following my brother out of Pops and into his truck

“you okay?” i nod my attention slipping away “yeah just a lot to process that’s all” he nods pulling out of the parking lot driving toward home.

and you couldn’t help but think something was off something was missing or maybe it wasn’t a something it was a someone

Dear Journal,

Today we spent time in the backyard. The sun was shinning brightly and it had been a long time since it did. Sirius was playing with Teddy in the grass, Regulus was writing a letter to his girlfriend and I was enjoying a good book that I picked up from the library. I wanted to open it soon but I still had loads of books to place and count. Anyway, I set down my book amd looked at Sirius tickling Teddy.

“No! Padda! No!” Teddy laughed.

“I am the tickle monster!” Sirius said with a deep voice, making Teddy giggle even more.

“Hahaha No! Paddaaa!” He laughed.

Suddently his hair turned bright pink. Sirius laughed and brushed his finger’s in Teddy’s hair.

“He can’t control it! It’s adorable..” Sirius said.

“Maybe you could show him the real Padfoot?” I said.

“Really?”

“Just be carefull..” i said, sitting next to the two boys.

I took Teddy im my arms and sat him in between my legs. Sirius changed into Padfoot and Teddy gasped.

“Padda!!” He yelled, jumping to hug the furry dog.

Padfoot licked the baby’s face and they continued playing. I heared Regulus laugh from where he was sitting.

“This is the cutest thing ever..” he smiled.

“Yes.. they are.” I whispered to myself, smilling.

-Remus
April 15th 1978

Blind Threats

Originally posted by motherllode


Request: Jax imagine based on a dream that @homicidalteenagedream had.

Hope you like this boo, I changed a couple things. Sorry it took so long.

I don't really know what timeline i was going with here, except Tara doesn’t exist (YAAASS) & Thomas is older and in school.

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You gripped the wheel tightly as you pulled into the lot.
To say you were under pressure lately  was an understatement and the last thing you wanted to see was that white mercedes , belonging to SAMCROs favourite porn slut Ima, sitting in your usual spot.
Your jaw clenched and you swung your car into an empty spot, your tyres screeching.
You were so blinded by your anger that you didn’t see the tow truck parked in front of the garage. and the prospects unloading the bike. The bike that belonged to you old man.
You had just slammed your door shut when you finally noticed the bike, with the fresh dents and scratches.
Your heart dropped and all your anger left you, only to be replaced with guilt and worry.
Jax saw you step around your car and he stepped out of the office and headed towards you.
As soon as you saw him a sense of relief washed over you and you adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder as you walked across the lot.
“Hey babe.”
“What happened?”
Jax sighed and ran a hand through his blond hair, slicking it back out of his face.
“Had a run in with a 12 wheeler.” Jax told you. “Had to put her down.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Im fine, thanks for asking.”
“God as if its not bad enough that I gotta worry about you coming home filled with bullets, now I gotta worry about you being crushed under a wheel too?!”
“Hey,” Jax reached for your hand and he squeezed it comfortingly. “It was an accident. You don’t need to worry bout me.”
He met your gaze an under those blue eyes you softened, but only slightly.
“So whats the damage?”
“Bit of road rash, nothin major.”
You nodded.
Jax threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side as he led you to the garage.
You knew he was only doing it to comfort you and keep you from nagging him about road safety but you relished in the contact; it was the most he’d touched you in what felt like years.
Clay was inspecting the bike while Gemma leant against the workbench in the garage.
“Hows she looking?” Jax called as you approached.
He slid his arm off your shoulder and walked towards his bike. He stopped in front of it and ran his hand across the seat, his eyes studying the scratched paint work.
You leant against the workbench next to Gemma.
“Give Lowell couple hours and she’ll be good. Its mostly cosmetic.”
Jax grinned and slicked his hair back once more.
“Thank god. Im hard for my Harley already.”
Clay laughed and you rolled your eyes.
Gemma smirked. “Maybe she can help you with that.”
Jax glanced in your direction briefly before looking away.
He pulled his cigarettes from the pocket of his kutte and began to walk away.
“Nah, Im good.” He muttered under his breath.
“Whats that about?” Gemma asked hastily, her dark eyes burning into you.
“Forget it.”
You gulped and walked away, heading swiftly back to your car.
Gemma pursed her lips and crossed her arms as she watched you both, walking away in different directions.

TWO WEEKS LATER

“Chucky, why don’t you take the boys out to play on the swings?”
“I accept that.”
Chuck nodded to Gemma and you thanked him, only just managing to ruffle Thomas’ blond hair before he leapt off of your lap and chased after Abel who was already half way out the door.
Your daughter giggled in Gemmas arms, cooing and gurgling in her own baby language that only she understood.
“God, how much longer are they gonna be in there?”
You glared at the closed doors, wishing that Church would be over so you could head home.
Gemma raised an eye brow and kissed the tip of your daughters nose, earning another giggle.
“You got somewhere to be, mama?”
“I wish.”
You sighed and rapped your fingertips against the wooden table.
Lyla shared a sympathetic smile with you and you pushed back your chair and stood.
Maybe some fresh air would help your mood.
The clubhouse was crowded tonight. Jax had requested that everyone related to the club attend. Whether it be through family or an old lady. Everyone that knew the Redwood Boys was here. Everywhere you looked there were faces, and all you wanted was to be alone.
You ran your hand through your daughters soft dark hair and headed for the door.
Abel and Thomas had taken after their father. All blonde hair and blue eyes. But your daughter had taken after you and her dark hair matched yours exactly. She was only young but you knew she would be a spitting image of you in a few years.
It was less crowded outside. Chucky was pushing the boys on the swings, their angelic laughter travelling through the cool evening air.
You perched on top of the picnic table and laid back against the old wood.
The faint sound of Guns N Roses playing through the speakers and muffled banter travelled through the walls and you blocked it out as you pulled your cigarettes out of your pocket.
The nicotine filled your lungs and you exhaled deeply when you heard the door to the clubhouse open.
“You gonna tell me whats going on between you and my son?”
You didn’t even need to look. You would know that voice anywhere.
“Nothings going on, Gem.” You sighed.
“So you’ve just been a grumpy bitch all week for nothin, huh sweetheart?”
You sat up and glared at her.
She had her hands on her hips and that knowing, Gemma Teller smile plastered all over her face.
“C’mon, baby. Tell me whats going on.”
You sighed again and ran your hand trough your hair, trying to figure out where to start.
“I dunno, Gem. Everything was fine a few weeks ago.”
“So whats changed?”
You shrugged.
“Ever since he laid down his bike everything just sorta.. fallen apart.”
Gemma stepped closer and sat atop the picnic table next to you.
She lit her own cigarette and took a long drag as she listened to you speak.
“He barely speaks to me, let alone touches me. Fuck he hasn’t even kissed me in god knows how long.” Your voice began to shake and you shoved down the uproar that threatened to escape you from rising in your throat.
“When I wake up he’s gone, thats if he’s even come home at all.” You blew out your smoke. “He doesn’t say good morning to me, he’s gone before the kids are up for school.”
“Honey give him time, he’ll come round.”
“Really? Cause I cant help but notice Imas cars been here nearly everyday and I gotta feeling he’s fucking that bitch again.”
Gemma shook her head. “Naw, he don’t want that rancid pussy.”
You sighed and tapped your cigarette, watching the ash crumble off the end and flutter to the ground.
“It will be okay, sweetheart. You just gotta hang in there. He loves you. You’re good for him.”
Both of you looked up as the door opened and Jax walked out.
He glanced in your direction but his face never formed a smile.
He took a puff of the joint between his lips and looked away and walked towards the office, a cloud of smoke billowing out behind him.
Gemmas eyes narrowed as she watched her son saunter his way too the office.
“I’ll be back later.”
You slid off the table and flicked your butt to the ground and headed inside.
Your daughter was on Opies lap, her finger wrapped in his beard and you thanked him for looking after her and lifted her onto your hip.
You carried her outside and rounded up the boys and loaded them into the car.
Jax watched from the office as you pulled out of the lot and headed home.


The kids were all finally asleep and you tiptoed your way around their rooms, pulling clothes from their drawers and wardrobes.
You would just get everything ready. Thats all.
That was the plan.
You kept telling yourself you were doing the right thing. Things couldn’t go on like this any longer.
And so you would pack enough for the kids and for yourself and you would keep them ready.
They would be hidden away , ready for when you finally had the courage to do what you’d been considering doing for weeks.
If only you weren’t so in love with him. Then maybe you’d be gone tonight. But you did love him and so you would give him three days. Three days to change things, three days to make things better. Three days to convince you to stay.
You finished packing and you stashed their bags in the back of your wardrobe, along with your suitcase.
There was a bottle of whiskey waiting for you on top of the refrigerator and you poured yourself a glass before curling up on the sofa.
You had taken your third sip when you heard Jax’s bike pull into the driveway. You took a deep breath and glued your eyes to the television screen.
The last season of The Bachelor was playing and you tried to focus on that.
The front door opened and a thump could be heard as Jax kicked his sneakers off his feet.
He watched you as he pulled off his gloves and his kutte. Your feet tucked up beneath you, wine glass in one hand and the tv remote in the other, watching the screen as it flashed images of red roses and girls in pretty dresses.
You didn’t look up as he crossed the room or when he stopped in front of you.
It was only when he took the remote from your hands and turned the volume down that you finally looked up at your old man.
Jax sat on the sofa next to you and placed the remote on the coffee table.
Only the sound of your breathing could be heard and you took a sip of your whiskey.
“I’m sorry.”
His voice broke the silence and he fumbled with the rings on his fingers as he searched his mind for the right words to say.
You ran your finger around the rim of your glass as you waited for him to continue.
“”I’ve been pushing you away.”
“No shit.” You scoffed.
Jax sighed and ran his hand through his hair before turning to you.
“Look, maybe I was wrong to do it. But I was trying to protect you.”
You arched an eyebrow.
“Ive got dead bodies all around me, babe. This shit thats been going on.. I don’t know how to get out of it. I don’t know how to keep you and the kids away from it.”
“These last two weeks Ive been trying to push you away. I’m terrified of hurting you. Im terrified of hurting our kids.”
“You think I’m not used to this shit, Jax?”
“We have never been this deep before.”
You rolled your eyes and placed your glass on the table.
“Look, I get the whole ‘trying to protect you bullshit’. I do. But you know it doesn’t work on me. Its never worked on me. And to say you don’t want to hurt me?!” You laughed bitterly and stood, lifting the bottle of whiskey off the table. “You just spent the last two weeks hurting me, babe.”
You spun on your heels and marched to the bathroom. You perched on the edge of the tub and turned the faucet on full, letting the hot water fill the bath.
Jax watched you walk out of the living room and he buried his face in his hands.
How did everything turn so wrong?


You slid down into the warm water, letting your head sink below the surface and blocking out all sound.
You wished that the walls of the tub could fold down, that the tub could expand and you could swim below the surface the way you used to when you were young and your mother would take you swimming in the lake. You wished you could feel as free as you did when you’d dive into that lake.
But when you came up for air you were reminded of the pain in your chest and the same four walls of the bathroom surrounded you.
Sobs took over your body and  you trembled as your tears fell, mixing with the bath water.
It was more than crying.
It was the kind of desolate sobbing that comes from a person drained of all hope.
You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, as tears rolled down your cheeks.
Eventually the water turned cold around you and your tears ran dry.
You stood, letting the water run down your body and you grabbed the towel off the heated rail and wrapped it around your body.
Stepping out of the bath you caught a glimpse in the mirror of your reflection.
You looked deflated and gulped.
You weren’t sure who you were anymore.
The whiskey bottle sat on the counter beside the basin and you took a swig of the honey coloured liquid, letting it burn down your throat.
You placed it back on the counter and left the bathroom, your dripping body leaving a trail of marks along the carpet.
You headed for your bedroom but when you opened the door you froze.
Jax was perched on the edge of the bed you shared with him, his head buried in his hands and his shoulders shaking as he cried.
You gulped, your mind racing as you tried to work out what had brought on this sudden emotion from the man who was normally so strong.
And then you saw it.
You saw your suitcase lying in front of the wardrobe, you saw your kids bags, unzipped and showing the contents you had packed earlier that evening.
He didn’t notice you had entered the room and you crossed the room silently and knelt by the bags, quietly repacking the items of clothing he had pulled out.
The sound of you pulling the zip shut on your sons bag alerted him and he looked up to see you kneeling in your towel, fumbling with the bags.
“Stop,” He said softly.
You gulped and kept packing, reaching for the strewn clothes he had torn out, your hands moving faster now.
“Please, babe. Please don’t leave me.”
Your breathing hitched in your throat but you kept going, zipping up the final bag.
“(y/n), please. Don’t leave me, I love you.”
He was begging you now and tears rolled down your cheeks.
The bags were all repacked and you hung your head over them as you listened to him pleading.
It took every ounce of you to lift yourself to your feet and you turned to him.
His bloodshot eyes were glistening with unshed tears, making the colour of his eyes shine bluer that you thought possible.
“I need you.”
His whisper echoed loudly in your head and  you took a deep breath.
Your adjusted the towel wrapped around your body.
He watched you as you fumbled with your damp hair and the towel, anything you could do to keep your eyes away from his.
He stepped forward and cupped your face, lifting your face to meet his gaze.
The look in his eyes broke you. The pain, the pleading, the hope.
“Things need to change, Jackson.”
“They will babe. I promise.”
You nodded slowly.
His hands left your face and he  wrapped them around your body and pulled you closer to him.
He crashed his lips against yours and kissed you deeply, a sudden passion and urgency surging through his lips.
He pulled you to the bed and laid you down beneath him.
You weren’t sure if you ever would have had the courage to leave him.
But as he made love to you like he never had before, you knew that you would always be right beside him.

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fic rec ➝ The Life and Times by Jewels5 

“Shelley, those aren’t the little things. Those are the big things. Those are the… quintessential James Potter things. The little things are like—how he fidgets because he can’t sit still for more than a second, or how he sits in a desk like it’s a cushioned chair, or holds his wand weirdly—with his index finger over the top, even though that seems like it wouldn’t be enough support for a powerful spell. Or how—as anyone who has ever seen his notes can tell you—he spends ninety percent of the class time doodling in the margins. Or, y'know, that he hums a lot, but is probably completely tone deaf because he sounds awful. I mean, yes, he messes up his hair—but he does it so that he looks like he just stepped off a broomstick. And yeah, everyone knows about his smile and his laugh and all that rubbish, but the really funny thing is how he laughs at the most ridiculous, un-funny jokes. And with his friends… y'know, how he walks into a room and scans it to see who’s around, like he’s weighing his options… Or…”

anonymous asked:

Okay so I have this new headcannon for reasons unknown that Bucky gets irrationally angry/swears a lot when Tony is being cute (it's because of the thing in your brain that can't handle cute so when you see cute things it responds with aggression and that's why you want to squeeze/hug cute things) so when Tony is cute Bucky kinda gets flustered and swears and hugs Tony a lot. Love what has been going on with Long Distance too❤️❤️

Ok so this turned into the fluffiest, cutest shit ever.

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The first time it happened, Tony wasnt really sure what was going on.

One minute he had been curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and trying his hardest to resemble a burrito because it was fucking freezing—

—-and the next minute Bucky had stomped into the room and grabbed him, blanket and all, hugging him close and growling? before depositing him back on the couch and stomping back out.

Tony had been so shocked he couldnt even be upset about it, had just laughed to himself and curled closer into the blanket.

*************

Then it happened again, several weeks later, as Tony was sitting at the kitchen table eating nachos.

He was sharing the plate with Sam, each trying to get the biggest chip with the most cheese, and had ended up with cheese hanging off his nose.

Tony had spent an inordinate amount of time trying to lick the cheese off his own tongue as Sam just laughed at him, but their funny moment was interrupted when Bucky shoved off the counter and crossed the kitchen, swiping the cheese almost violently off Tonys nose and running his fingers through Tonys hair, tugging gently but looking pissed off.

Once he left the room, Sam swiveled around and stared at Tony with wide eyes, who was looking back at him with equally wide eyes.

“What just happened?”

“Um, I think me having cheese on my nose irritated Bucky? Im not real sure.” Tony said slowly. Sam shook his head, then reached out and snatched the last big chip.

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One night when Bucky was in the lab letting Tony work on his arm, Tony wiped at his face, leaving a smear of grease across his cheek.

“Tony you got–” Bucky motioned to his cheek, and Tony grinned.

“Thanks.” he tried to wipe it off, which just made it worse of course, and Bucky clenched his fist in frustration.

“Goddamit Tony!” he snapped and yanked Tony down into his lap, smashing their mouths together in a hard kiss.

“Bucky!” Tony leaned away. “What–and I mean this from the bottom of my heart– what in the actual fuck are you doing?!”

“You have been so cute lately!” Bucky grumbled. “So damn cute with your stupid blanket burritos and the way you eat and now you have grease on your face and I cant–I cant—I just want to like, squeeze you violently.”

“Squeeze me violently.” Tony repeated, and his face turned red as he tried not to laugh. “Violently? You cant squeeze me gently?”

“Well I–” Buckys mouth opened and then closed as he thought about it. “Truthfully I didnt think about how you would respond and–”

“Because if you wanted to squeeze me gently–” Tony looked down at where he was half straddling Buckys lap. “I wouldnt be opposed to it. You dont have to get violent when you think Im cute. You could you know… just kiss me or something.”

“Yeah?” Bucky asked in surprise and Tony nodded, sliding further up his thighs and looping his arms around Buckys neck.

“I mean, kiss me gently, of course. I dont really do violent snuggles? But Im not opposed to non violent demonstrations.”

“Oh.” Bucky thought for a minute, then cupped Tonys jaw carefully and touched their lips together in a short kiss, then again, a litle longer. When Tony sighed into it, Bucky pulled him closer and kissed him again, his tongue pressing against the seam of Tonys lips until he opened with a short gasp and Bucky could stroke into his mouth, tasting and licking every corner of him.

“Wow.” Tony stammered when they finally parted, even though Bucky didnt let him go far, taking little tastes of his lips, nipping lightly along his jaw. “Bu-bucky wow. How do you–why havent we done this before? Why is this the first time I know how well you can kiss?”

“You are the cutest thing Ive ever seen.” Bucky whispered, and Tony just sort of melted against him.

“Keep showing me how cute I am.”

“All day long, sweet thing.” Bucky promised. “All night long too.”

“Oh my god.” Tony groaned and Bucky laughed quietly.

“So damn cute.”

tearful goodbyes | kj apa x reader

Originally posted by asosyalbey

request

prompt: 32- “it’s okay to cry”

“final call for boarding to vancouver gate 3, final call for boarding to vancouver gate 3, thank you”

you cling tight to your boyfriend tears threatening to spill for, your eyes as you know you have to let go of him in a matter of seconds.

“ill be back babe, you can come visit in a month or two” you pull back and glance into his eyes, he dips down and plants a warm kiss on your forehead as he fiddles with your hair.

“i know but a month or two, it’s such a long time” you whine tears spilling from your eyes “ugh im sorry im crying again” i chuckle causing myself to cry harder

“hey hey-” he whispers soothingly tilting my chin up to look into his eyes “it’s okay to cry baby- we can talk everyday i promise” you join your lips with before you break apart.

hands still joined as we wait in the queue for kj to be checked onto the plane “do you have to go” you stall tugging on his arm causing the red haired boy to laugh

“i do” he reassures me pulling me into his chest, an arm wrapped protectively across my shoulders

“i don’t know if i trust a faux red head” you state chasing the boy to burst into laughter, god how you loved his laugh.

a grin spreads wide on his face as he struggles to catch his breathe “you can trust me okay- it’ll go by soo fast you’ll be whining that you don’t have the whole bed to yourself”

i roll my eyes, my tears drying “okay that is a good point, you’re definitely a bed hog, oh and super messy” you complain “and i can go out more and get super drunk-” you joke

he stops turning to face you “okay can you go back to the blubbering mess? because now it seems like your not even going to miss me” he complains pulling out his puppy eyes.

“you’re such a dork” i poke his chest as he’s called next in line his boarding pass checked before the lady gives him the all clear to board.

he takes his pass back and grabs his bag before walking back over to you, wrapping you up in a tight embrace, kissing your head “god im going to miss you” he whispers breathing in your scent.

“you’ll have cole- im sure you won’t be without a cuddle buddy for long” i tease and he pouts clinging to me for dear life

“but you’re my favourite cuddle buddy” you let out and laugh playing with his sweatshirt.

“now who’s the one being clingy huh?” he buries his face in your neck erupting a giggle as he’s stubble tickles your neck

“kj! you’re going to miss your flight” you try and reason with him as he gives you and eye roll connecting your lips together, his hand creeping down to your ass giving it a full squeeze

“keneti james fitzgerald apa did you just squeeze my ass” you scold secretly loving it

pecking your lips he grins “god im going to miss your ass” you smack his chest, the both of you falling into laughter.

“you gotta go kj” you whisper a tear spilling from the corner of your eye, he nods giving you another kiss before placing one on your cheek

“i love you” he whisper backing away from you

“i love you too, have a safe flight” you yell down the terminal as you watch the grin on the red headed boy grow smaller and smaller as he walked further and further away.

what a goof ball.