look at this dork and his stupid smile

anonymous asked:

Hello!! Can I ask for a friend zoned MC feeling unrequited love to the RFA + V & Unknown which ends in a "I like you god damn it" confession?? And they like you back?? Thank youuuu (: I love your blog btw

Author’s note: sorry this is so rushed I have to post Saeran/V’s separate bc this is so long || So some of these aren’t as much confessions as they are cute, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM NONETHELESS ♥


  • “To the left, MC!!!! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!”
  • You smashed the buttons of your controller down, hoping something good would happen
  • I have no idea what I’m doing.
  • “Uhh, Yoosung?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “I think I just died.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • You set your controller down and glanced over at your best friend
  • His eyes were glued to the screen, tongue sticking slightly out just like it always does when he’s focused on something
  • The light from the monitor flashed white and Yoosung jerked forward, causing your knees to collide
  • You felt your face heat up at the skin on skin connection
  • “A-Ah, Yoosung?”
  • “Not now, MC, I think I can win this!!”
  • Yoosung leaned over in front of you, trying to get a better angle of the screen
  • You got a whiff of Yoosung’s shampoo and your heart skipped a beat 
  • I don’t know how he smells this good after playing video games all day.
  • You involuntarily reached out and ran your fingers through his hair
  • “…So soft.”
  • For a second you though you felt Yoosung leaning into your touch
  • But that’s probably my imagination…
  • The screen flashed again and Yoosung turned around to look at you
  • He was still leaning over on your side, your faces now inches apart
  • “I won!”
  • Yoosung gave you a close eyed smile
  • That damn smile.
  • When you didn’t respond to him, Yoosung frowned
  • “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • “…”
  • Screw it.
  • You summoned every ounce of strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
  • Before Yoosung could react, you pulled away
  • “U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright red face, “Congrats on the win?”
  • Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
  • “Yoosung, I-“
  • “M-Me too.”


  • It was just another average friend date with Zen
  • You, him, a small bistro, hundreds of fans all begging to get a picture with him
  • Just a normal day
  • “Zen, over here!!!”
  • “Sorry about the flash, I just HAVE to make sure it’s a good picture.”
  • “Are you stupid??? ALL of Zen’s pictures are good!”
  • You turned to look at your friend, who was soaking up as much of the limelight as possible
  • This dork…
  • He stood up and tapped on his glass with a fork
  • “Ladies, ladies, you can all get a picture with your Zenny, just be patient!”
  • “Since when are you theirs?” you mumbled, crossing your arms
  • Zen glanced back at you
  • Crap, did he hear me?
  • You gave him a big smile and a thumbs up
  • That ought to throw him off his tracks.
  • Zen turned back to the sea of fans
  • “I’ll be outside in ten minutes, so if everyone could make a line outside, that would be perfect!”
  • In the blink of an eye the restaurant was empty again, a flood of screaming girls and guys retreating outside to wait for their prince
  • A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Zen sat down
  • “Are you mad at me?”
  • You looked down at your food and began messing with it
  • “Don’t play with your food, MC.”
  • “Okay, mom.”
  • He sighed, “If you aren’t going to answer my question I’ll just go outside right now.”
  • Zen put his hands on the table and started to push himself up
  • “W-Wait.”
  • You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down
  • “I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, “I’m just mad that we never get to spend time together like we used to.”
  • Zen put his hand on top of yours and leaned in toward you
  • “What do you mean? I see you all the time up at work!!”
  • You stared at his hand
  • He’s touching me.
  • He’s holding my hand.
  • “MC???”
  • You awkwardly coughed and pulled your hand away
  • “Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we talking about?”
  • Zen leaned back in his chair
  • “Never mind… let’s just eat.”
  • He lifted up his glass of water to his lips
  • Those lips…
  • “I love you.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • You pushed away from the table and stood up
  • “You spit all over my shirt,” you gestured down to the wet material that clung to your chest, “my WHITE shirt!!’
  • “W-Well you said that you… you love me.”
  • “Ah… that.”
  • And all of sudden, the floor became veryyyyy interesting
  • I wish I had the power of invisibility…
  • “MC, look at me.”
  • While you were contemplating superpowers, Zen had taken the time to walk over and stand in front of you
  • “Nah, I think I’m good,” you continued looking down, “the floor happens to be my favorite shade of… brown.”
  • A soft and warm hand tilted your chin up, and your eyes met his scarlet ones
  • “I love you too.”
  • You slowly leaned in-
  • Offff course.
  • Zen stepped back and glanced at the girl peeking through the front door
  • There was the click of a camera and a squeal, and she was gone again
  • Zen scratched the back of his head
  • “Sorry, I guess it’s-whoa whoa WHOA, what are you doing????
  • You flung your wet shirt over the back of the chair and shivered
  • “Man, this place is kinda cold,” you looked up and smirked, “then again, I am wearing just a bra.”
  • You heard a very inhumane noise come from the back of Zen’s throat
  • “The fans can wait.”
  • Zen grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours
  • The beast was NOT contained that night


  • On your way out of the RFA building you glanced at your watch
  • Damn… it’s already 11pm? I stayed waaaaayyyy too late.
  • When you walked past the break room you heard the familiar sound of the copy machine clunking turning on
  • “…damn Jumin and his damn reports-“
  • I wonder if that’s…
  • “-with his damn cat and the damn cat wine.”
  • Yup, that’s Jaehee.
  • You peeked in the room and watched as she stuffed a stack of papers into the copy tray
  • She wiped her hands on her skirt and sat in the chair next to the whirring machine
  • “You should go talk to her.”
  • “WhAT THE-“
  • Seven put a hand over your mouth and pulled you away from the door
  • Jaehee glanced up and sighed
  • “Anyone there?”
  • Seven removed his hand and you lowered your voice to a whisper
  • “What the hell do you want?”
  • He glanced at the breakroom and then back to you, giving you his famous ‘I have an idea that could go horribly wrong or perfectly right’ look
  • “Good luck,” was all he said before grabbing you and harshly shoving you in the breakroom
  • “WAIT-”
  • But it was too late
  • In a flash the redhead was gone, and you were alone with Jaehee
  • She looked up and smiled
  • “MC? I didn’t know you were here so late! It’s nice to have some company.”
  • You stared at her, unsure of what to say
  • S-So cute…
  • “U-Uhh, yeah…”
  • Jaehee stood up and stretched, letting out a tiny yawn
  • “How much longer does Jumin have you here?”
  • She picked up the warm copies from the tray and leaned up against the machine
  • “I just have to run this back to his office and I’m done! At least, until he inevitably calls me at midnight asking for more cat food…”
  • You walked with her to Jumin’s office, continuing to listen to her rant about his late night antics
  • When the two of you finally got there, she plopped the papers in a box outside the door
  • “H-Hey, Jaehee?”
  • She glanced over at you
  • “Hmm?”
  • “You wanna go grab some late night coffee? Since, you know, Jumin should be calling you in about,” you checked your watch, “30 minutes.”
  • “Sure!! That’s exactly the pick me up I need, a nice little friend date!”
  • Hold up.
  • “…Friend date?”
  • “Yeah, I was thinking-”
  • “I like you. A lot.”
  • Jaehee stopped and turned to you
  • “A-As a friend?”
  • You stepped closer, “More than a friend.”
  • Her eyes widened and a deep blush spread across her cheeks
  • “Oh…”
  • “Oh?”
  • You felt your heart break in two
  • She doesn’t feel the same… dammit, this is why you never fall in love with a straight girl.
  • Tiny hands wrapped around your own, causing you to look back up
  • Jaehee had a soft smile spread across her lips
  • “Me too… a-about the not friend thing.”
  • Her gripped tightened, “Not that I don’t consider you a friend! I’m just, well, what I’m trying to say, or rather, what want to say-”
  • “Would you two KISS ALREADY???”
  • Both of your heads snapped in the direction of the voice
  • “Seven, whyyyyy are you still here?”
  • “Still?”
  • “Yeah, he was here earlier when-”
  • “-When I set you guys up!”
  • As you and Seven began arguing, Jaehee looked between the two of you and sighed
  • She interlocked fingers with you and pulled you away
  • “Sorry, Luciel, but we have a date to get to.”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes
  • “Whatever… have fun you two love birdddssss!!”
  • You looked over at Jaehee and smiled
  • Oh, we will.


  • Dammit, he closed the blinds.
  • You rolled your chair closer and angled your head in an attempt to see into Jumin’s office again
  • “Peeping tom much?
  • “Shut it.”
  • Zen sighed and leaned up against your desk
  • “I still don’t understand what you see in him.”
  • You rolled your eyes and looked over at Zen
  • “You promised you’d be supportive-
  • “-And I am,” he held up his hands in surrender, “I just think you could do better.”
  • “What? Like date you?”
  • “Well, not that much better.”
  • Zen smirked and you playfully hit him in the stomach
  • Within the next second the two of you burst out laughing
  • “Wow,” you wiped a tear from your eye, “I don’t even know why that was so funny.”
  • “Me neith-”
  • “MC,” Jumin’s voice boomed, “Can I see you in my office?”
  • Zen raised his eyebrows and pushed himself off your desk
  • “Good luck,” he glanced back, “with him, you’ll need it.”
  • You rolled your eyes and stood up, cringing when your knees made a loud pop
  • Could my body, like, not embarrass me? No? Alllllllrighty.
  • You walked into the room and Jumin closed the door behind him
  • “So, what’s up?”
  • Jumin turned around and sighed
  • “I believe some… congratulations are in order.”
  • Huh?
  • “Did I get a raise?”
  • Jumin chuckled, taking one big step toward you
  • “No, I’m talking about you and Zen.”
  • …Huh?
  • “I’m a little lost… what do you mean-”
  • “Your relationship. Are you not romantically involved with each other?”
  • “Huh?”
  • Said that one out loud this time…
  • You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen and I are just friends.”
  • “Just friends?”
  • “Purely platonic.”
  • Jumin scratched his chin, completely lost in thought
  • You took a deep breath
  • Here goes everything nothing.
  • “…I actually have my eye on someone else.”
  • Jumin snapped back into reality
  • “Who? If that, well, if it isn’t too much to ask.”
  • Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap-
  • “Is it really not Zen?”
  • Oh my god.
  • “You know,” you grabbed his tie, “you’re pretty clueless for a CEO.”
  • In one gentle tug, your lips connected with his
  • After a few seconds, Jumin pulled away
  • “So, it’s me then?”
  • You shook your head and grinned
  • “Of course, you-“
  • Jumin’s lips crashed on to yours again,his hands cupping your face
  • And let’s just say you were now very thankful for the closed blinds


  • “Wrench.”
  • “WRENCH!”
  • “Screwdriver.”
  • You grabbed the two tools from Seven’s hand
  • “You know, you don’t have to repeat everything I say.”
  • “Repeat everything I-OUCH! MC, why’d you kick meeee?”
  • Seven hugged his shin and hopped up and down
  • I’m surprised he has this much energy at 2 in the morning….
  • You looked back up at Seven, who had miraculously gotten over his bruised shin and was chugging a can of Dr. Pepper
  • …Who am I kidding, he never sleeps anyways.
  • It had been about an hour since Seven called you asking for help fixing his chair
  • You had gone to the furniture store IKEA anyone??? with him earlier that day and actually took the time to READ the damn manual
  • Anddddd, done!”
  • You clapped your hands together and smiled
  • “Wanna test it out?”
  • Seven gave you a mischievous grin
  • “Don’t mind if I do!”
  • Before you knew it, Seven grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing both of you to fall back into the chair
  • It creaked under the combined weight of you and Seven, but surprisingly remained stable
  • “Hey, you really did fix it!!”
  • Seven began spouting off nonsense about how crappy it was earlier, but you were too busy thinking about the fact that you were sitting
  • In his lap
  • INCHES away from his face
  • He’s so warm…
  • “-Plus, it kept making weird noises! I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
  • “Mmhmm.”
  • “Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707 calling, can you read me??”
  • You shook you head, zoning back in
  • Seven sighed, relaxing back into the chair
  • “Thank God Seven you’re okay… I can’t have my best friend dying on me… literally,” Seven chuckled at his own joke
  • I love that little laugh.
  • “Dammit…”
  • Seven looked back at you
  • “What’s on your mind, MC?”
  • “You.”
  • “W-What?”
  • Here we go.
  • “Seven, I like you.”
  • “You mean,” Seven furrowed his brows, “You like me, or you like-like me?”
  • You rolled your eyes, how old is he again??
  • “You’re so ridiculous.”
  • Seven looked at you patiently
  • “I like-like you.”
  • You felt lips lightly press on the back of your neck
  • “Well that’s not fair,” Seven tightened his grip on your waist, “because I love-love you.”
Dating BamBam

Anon Asked:  Anything with bambam please? he’s my ult but nobody writes about him! (if you know any good bam story’s please tag them/the writer!)


Requests open for got and bts

Originally posted by jypnior


- This little fucker that had the beST GLOW UP IN WORLD HISTORY

- anyway..

- He’d see you laughing with your friend(s) and instantly fall head over heels

- Watch you from afar 

- But only until he couldn’t stand it anymore

- Probs purposely bumping into you just so he could talk to you

- Flirtatious af

- Asks for your number before leaving

- Texts you minutes after he leaves

- Memes™

- Sending more memes back to him

- Him falling in love bc damn

- You’re perfect

Keep reading

Everyone’s Favorite Siblings

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Request Summary: Richie really, really likes you. But you’re Stan’s sister!


“Bye guys!”

Richie watched as you walked off towards your house with your brother Stan.

“Y-you should juh-just tell her.”

Richie turned around, seeing Bill standing next to him. He sighed.

“Right, let me just her that I’ve been in love with her since we met so that way she can tell her brother who will not hesitate to kill me.”

Bill rolled his eyes.

“You’re b-being over dramatic.”

“Did you see what happened last time I tried to talk to her?! Stan almost ripped my face off!” exclaimed the boy.

“All he did was glare at you,” their friend Eddie stated.

“Yeah, and we all know that he wanted to do it.”

Bill and Eddie sighed, shaking their heads.

“I-if you don’t tell her, I w-will.”

Richie narrowed his eyes at his so called friend.

“You wouldn’t.”

Bill shrugged, smirking slighlty.

“Fine!” Richie yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

He hopped onto his bike and began pedaling away, giving his friends the bird as he rode away.

The two boys stayed behind, watching as Richie went off.

“Do you really think he’ll be okay?“

“O-of course nuh-not.”


You sat in your room, doing some homework before a knock sounded on the door.

“Come in!” You yelled.

You watched as Stan slowly opened the door and came inside.

“Hey Stan,” You smiled.

He smiled back and layed on your bed.

“What are doing?” He asked.

“Homework,” you replied, writing down the math problem.

“Speaking of, shouldn’t you be studying for your bar mitzvah?”

Stan shrugged and continued to stare at your ceiling. After a couple minutes of silence, he spoke.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

“Do you like Richie?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you froze in your seat.


“Do you like Richie?” he repeated.

“Of course not,” you replied, unconvincingly.

He eyed you warily.

“Are you sure?”


Stan stared at you for a couple of seconds before you broke.

“Fine, maybe I do, but it doesn’t matter. Not like he likes me anyway,” you shrugged.

“Are you really that oblivious?” Stan asked.

“What do you mean?”

Stan sighed loudly and sat up on the bed.

“Don’t you realize how much he hangs out with you?”

“He hangs out with all of us.”

“He likes to flirt with you.”

“He flirts with everyone.”

“He’s always sitting next to you.”

“Yeah, because he can’t sit next to you.”

Stan groaned and flopped back onto the bed.

“Fine, you don’t want to believe me.”

You laughed slightly and continued doing your homework. The doorbell rang for the front door and Stan rolled off your bed, walking downstairs to answer it. You focused on your work before your brother called you downstairs.

Getting off your chair, you walked towards the front door. The first thing you noticed was someone standing next to Stan. It was Richie.

As soon as Richie saw you, he began smiling widely and waved. Stan turned around and gave you a look, opening the door.

“Hey Richie. What are you doing here?”

“I came to talk to you,” he stated proudly.

You gave Stan a look.

“I’m not leaving you two alone, if that’s what you want.”

You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Please Stan. We won’t do anything,” you pleaded.

“It’s not you I don’t trust. It’s him,” Stan replied, glaring at Richie.

“Hey!” Richie exclaimed, pretending to be hurt.

“Give us 5 minutes,” you told him.

He narrowed his eyes and thought about it.


Smiling, you stepped out onto the front porch and closed the door behind you. Facing Richie, you began to talk.

“So, what did you need?”

Richie didn’t say anything for a while before beginning to talk.

“So this is going to sound really cheesy and I’m sorry, but Bill and Eddie convinced me to to do this,” he took a deep breath. “I like you. I have since we met, Ive just been too scared to do anything. Mainly because of your brother, but also because you’re way out of my league!”

You blushed brightly, smiling at Richie’s confession. Leaning in, you gave him a quick kiss on his lips, cutting off his rambling.

“I like you too, you dork.”

Richie stared at you, his glasses beginning to fall down his nose.


All of a sudden, the door behind you opened abruptly and someone pulled you inside.

“Five minutes are up!”

You rolled your eyes, looking at Richie.

“Meet me at the ice cream shop, 6 on the dot.”

He nodded and yelled out okay before Stan could close the door.

You began walking up the stairs, a stupid smile forming on your lips.

“Wait, why are you two meeting tomorrow?”

You didn’t answer.

“Richie, you asshole!”

The Boyfriend Tag

Requested By: Anonymous

I have a request.. tom x reader, where tom is dating a youtuber (you can come up with the rest)❤️💛

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: You and Tom had been dating for a few months and decide to finally announce it to the world, and since you’re a Youtuber, you decide to do it the best way.

Warnings: It’s so dorky and just pure fluff aw

Word Count: 1,612

A/N: AHHH so this was super fun and cute to write, especially since I haven’t seen many writers with this kind of request, it makes it so much more fun and unique. However, let me know if you want another part to this! I left it on a cliff hanger for a reason ;) Enjoy!

Originally posted by tomshollandss

“Hey guys! And welcome back to my channel! So today is going to be a bit different, as you can tell by the title, it’s The Boyfriend Tag, and I know you all are probably freaking out right now with tons of questions but I’ll get to them.” You laughed, watching your boyfriend Tom from the sidelines.

“Now, I had tweeted out earlier questions for this very video, and I’m going to answer some with and without him on camera.” You started, bringing your phone into view before scrolling through your notes.

“So the first question is, Why did you never mention you were dating before until now? Which is a great question.” You clapped your hands, a bright smile on your face.

“We had decided to keep it secret for a while, sometimes you just don’t want a public relationship that everyone knows about and can potentially ruin what you have with that person. But after some time we talked and decided it was time to finally tell you all.” You smiled, watching as Tom was pretending to be you, making you laugh.

“Okay next question, Do we know who this mysterious person is? And the answer to that is yes.” You wiggled your eyebrows, making Tom laugh and you throw a pillow at him.

“I think you’ll really like him, I know I do.” You teased, as Tom blew a kiss to you.

“Alright, next questionnnnn,” You dragged out, scrolling through more of your notes, “Does he like that you’re a YouTuber? And by that I mean does he support what you do? Which is a very nice question.” You replied, setting your phone down, looking into the camera.

“In fact, he does support me and what I do, I love making YouTube videos for you guys and I know after today he’ll most likely be in them too. But in conclusion yes, he does like that I’m a YouTuber and he does support me, and I support him in what he does too.” You smiled, giving a thumbs up into the camera and a cheesy wave to Tom.

“If you guys couldn’t tell by now, he’s sitting behind the camera making fun of me.” You laughed, as Tom dramatically gasped, his hand on his chest and a shocked expression on his face.

“Alright I guess now I should introduce you to this dork of a boyfriend of mine.” You laughed as you motioned Tom to come and introduce himself.

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to my boyfriend Tom Holland.” You smiled, as Tom leaped into the camera, waving to all the viewers before kissing your cheek.

“Hey darling, and hello all you beautiful humans out there.” Tom grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you laughed.

“It was like you were meant to be a YouTuber, they could be called ’Tom’s Darlings.’” You laughed, as he glared at you playfully.

“I would so own it.” He bragged, making the both of you laugh before you went back to the questions.

“Alright, so since I now have this dork next to me, we can answer the questions for the both of us.” You looked at Tom who was making faces into the camera.

“Yo, brown eyes.” You teased, poking his cheek as he looked over at you, a stupid smile on his face.

“I’m ready, give me your best question.” He dared, making you laugh as you read the next question.

How did you two meet? And who made the first attempt to get to know each other?” You read aloud, before looking at Tom who was already smiling.

“I remember this so easily, so basically Y/N was working at a little shop where I was filming one day, and I went in to get a snack and I may or may not have said something really cheesy to make her laugh. And then from there on I kept going in to see her, and then I asked her out on a date.” He smiled, rubbing your arm gently, as he kissed your forehead.

“As you all know, Tom is a dork, so his charm worked very well.” You teased, before reading the next question.

“Okay, Tom, How long have we been together? And if you have, what was your first kiss like in one word.” You raised your eyebrows, watching him in curiosity.

“Well we’ve been dating for about five to six months, and our first kiss, oh damn, one word? Ummmm..” He paused for a moment, making you giggle as he thought about it. “I’d have to say the one word I’d use would be magical, because it was all I could think about for weeks, it was like you had put a spell on me.” Tom teased, pulling you into his lap as you laughed.

“Alright, last question, Can you two kiss on camera?” You looked up at Tom, a smirk on your lips as he looked down at you.

“Should we do the Spider-Man kiss?” You questioned, watching as his eyes lit up.

You both stood up, Tom hanging upside down from your bed as you placed both your hands on his cheeks, pressing your lips against his as his hands found their way into your hair.

You both pulled apart, Tom jumping down from your bed as he engulfed you in a hug, before throwing you over his shoulder.

“Thomas! Put me down!” You laughed, as he twirled you around in circles, before setting you on the floor.

“Just so you know, karma is a bitch.” You shouted, rushing back to the camera, as Tom wrapped his arms around you once again.

“Well there you have it everyone, this was The Boyfriend Tag, and from what you could see in only a matter of minutes, Tom is a cheeky little shit and therefore, that is why he was hidden away!” You laughed, as Tom gasped in fake shock.

“How dare you, I’m amazing and you love me.” He grinned, turning you around so you could face him.

“Say you love me.” He smirked, his arms never leaving your waist as you refused.

“Nope! Never!” You shouted, laughing as your camera was capturing every second of you two playfully fighting.

“Say it or I will tickle you so hard.” Tom declared, making you squeal and squirm in his arms.

“Fine! Fineeee, I love you.” You smiled defeated, as he pressed his lips against yours quickly, smiles forming on both of your faces.

“Well, I hope you enjoyed the video, if you did please give it a big thumbs up,” You made two thumbs up motions as Tom copied you, a smile on his face as you continued your outro, “Subscribe to my channel if you want to see more videos! I upload them every Thursday! Alright bye guysss!” You smiled, before blowing a kiss and covering the camera with your hands.

You sat back, leaning into Toms chest, his arms naturally wrapping around you.

You soon uploaded the video, everyone freaking out that Tom was the one you had been secretly dating all these months. They all were so happy for the both of you, they even started creating ship names for the both of you.

“They really like us together.” You told him as you scrolled through the comments, a smile on his face.

“Looks like I’m going to be a main guest on your channel now aren’t I?” Tom chuckled, looking at the comments with you.

You logged onto your twitter, tweeting out the title of your next video.

New Tweet From @Y/NonYouTube

Here’s what you have to look forward to next week! Love you all so much!

Boyfriend Does My Makeup Challenge.

You couldn’t help but laugh at Tom’s excited expression, this was going to be so much fun, and it was only the beginning.

BTS reaction to their enlistment

Anon Asked:  Can I have a reaction when BTS have to go for military service (it lasts 21-23 months in Korea). Like they have a gf and they’re sad that they have to leave her and members?

Angsty shit. Like I don’t want to think of them enlisting. I don’t But like Seokjin in a uniform..;)  BUT LIKE SEOKJIN IN A UNIFORM CAUSE MY BB IS ENLISTED. -Admin Cat


You couldn’t believe this was how you were finding out about this from a trashy blog. Seokjin would have told you he had enlisted. How could he not have told you? Just as you were pondering this thought the front door of your apartment opened to reveal a tired and puffy eyed Seokjin. The moment you looked at him all anger washed away and you hurried over to envelop him in your arms. He let out a shaky sigh and you felt his arms wrap around to keep you close to him.

“Jagiya, I am enlisting.”

“I know, the fans are talking about it.” you murmured and Seokjin gripped you tighter to him.

“Promise me something” Seokjin croaked out, his throat thick with tears. “Promise me you’ll wait for me and we’ll keep in touch.”

“Jin…” you felt tears fill your eyes and you pressed a kiss to his neck.

“Promise me you’ll take care if the boys, come to the dorms and cook for them. Make sure Yoongi rests and Jimin eats.” You nodded, you would keep the boys safe and healthy.

“I promise, I love you Kim Seokjin.”

“I love you too.“

Originally posted by lavender-kills


He broke the news to you over text. Which was very out of character for him. He would have normally called you with such news. You almost didn’t believe him, so you called Hoseok to get the truth. Hoseok confirmed your fears and you sat in bed for hours, it didn’t really make sense. You knew it was inevitable, him enlisting, it was mandatory and you had your own feelings on the matter. You didnt even hear Yoongi come in, entering your bedroom and he sat down on your bed.

“Hey baby,” Yoongi ran a hand up your thigh and you looked at him. His face was unsmiling and his hand gripped yours tightly. He looked supremely stressed.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” You weren’t dealing with this the way he was. You had to understand this wasn’t about you. Yoongi shook his head and leaned into you, his head gently resting on your shoulder.

“I just, I can’t believe it. What if BTS fails?” He asked and you squeezed his hand. “Babe, I just cant imagine leaving them and you.”

“I’ll never leave, you know I’ll wait and BTS wont fail, the members and fans wont let it.”

Originally posted by tahyns


You eyed the enlistment form with a sigh, it had been roughly twenty minutes since he had come home and shown you the letter. You weren’t surprised and honestly, you had been waiting for this to happen. You looked over at him and placed your hand on his.He was very much so ready to do his military service and you both had discussed the topic at length. 

“Y/N, do you think the fans will forget about me?”

“What?” You asked incredulously. You looked over at Hoseok who had a frown upon his normally brighter features. 

“You know,” He began and breathed in a heavy sigh. “They’ll focus more on the group and think it is better off without me.” You turned to look at your boyfriend and shook your head. You couldn’t believe he was thinking like this. You reached over and grasped his hand, bringing it to your lips and kissing it.

“I will never let that happen. I will scream the name Jung Hoseok from the rooftops.” You ran your thumb over his hand and he smiled at you. God were you going to miss that smile.

Originally posted by parkejimins


“Jagi” Namjoon wrapped his arms around your waist.

“When do you go to basic training?” You asked and he sighed. He knew this was all you would think about until he left.

“I leave the 10th of October.” He replied, he kissed your temple. “Babe. Do you think I am abandoning the group?” You turned and pressed a hand to his cheek.

“You aren’t abandoning the group.”

“It feels like I am, How can I be a good leader if I am not there?” Namjoon questioned and sighed heavily. You pressed a kiss to his lips, his eyes fell closed. You wouldn’t let him think that way. You couldn’t.

“I’ll keep the boys in line I promise. We’ll skype every day and you can yell at them.” You attempted a joke and he laughed lightly.

“You have 5 more months with me, lets make the best of it.

Originally posted by gotjimin


You scrambled off of the couch as soon as you heard the news. Jimin was on his way home and Jungkook had told you that Jimin was worried about enlisting. You opted to make him the best dinner he ever had. Making his favorite foods. Anything to keep his mind off it. Jimin strode into the house an hour later, apologizing and telling you all about bad traffic. Thats when his nose caught the smell of grilled meat enticed him into the kitchen. “Babe, is this for me?“ 

"Of course.” You replied and turned the burners to low, walking over and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“God, I am going to miss this.” He cried, he crushed you to him and you smiled a bit. You knew that he was upset because his smile never touched his eyes.

“You don’t ship off until November, thats six more months of my cooking.” You cooed. He admired how strong you were being. He couldn’t believe you were keeping it cool. “Now, sit down and lets eat.”

“I love youso much,” Jimin replied and kissed you again. This time the smile reached his eyes.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


A letter! You had been waiting eagerly for a letter from Taehyung. He was away on tour and was to be home tonight. Which is why he told you his letter was going to be late. When you began reading though, you discovered that Taehyung had forgone his usual sweet talk, this time he delivered news of enlistment. He described to you his worries and most importantly how he felt like he was letting the fans down for leaving in September. You headed to the airport, hoping to greet him since it was so late at night. When you arrived you parked you car and strode inside, waiting with other families until you saw his mop of dirty brown hair. You sprinted towards him, shouting his name and he dropped his bag.

“Jagiya!” Taehyung cried as he held you. “I missed you so much.” You pulled away and slapped his chest. An angry look falling on your face.

“Ow!” He cried He ran a hand through his hair. “I guess you read my letter.”

“You should have called or waited to tell me in person!” You hit his chest again. You were angry. It wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Taehyung mumbled and you watchedcas his expression became solemn. You loved this stupid dork and he was worried more about you than himself.

Tae, I will always be here, just talk to me.“

Originally posted by mvssmedia


It was your last night together. Jungkook was going to be shipped off to base tomorrow. You guys had been quiet all night, just laying next to each other. He had been trying to cope with leaving you and the fact that he felt like he was abandoning his group and ARMY’S. Jungkook squeezed your hand tightly and you turned your head to look at him. 

“I’m going to miss you.” He announced looking at you and smiling sadly. You smiled half-heartedly. Jungkook rolled over to lean over you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m going to miss your laugh,” He kissed your lips. His lips ghosted their way across your skin and you moaned slightly. 


“I’m going to miss everything about you, your skin, smile, the way you feel in my arms everything.” He whispered into your skin. “We’ll write to each other and my hyungs will keep you safe.” 

“You better write Jungkook.” He laughed and you spent the rest of the night tangled up in your bed sheets. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Summary: Jessica is relieved that you and Sam got back safe, and the brothers’ reunion with their father doesn’t go as you expected
Words: 4.5k 
Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess 
Warnings: episode-related injury

A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here
Beta: @blacksiren

Your name: submit What is this?

Jess was so relieved to see you when you eventually got back to the motel that she started to cry the second you opened the door.

She rushed over to you, pulling you into a rough hug and burying her face in your neck. You were certain you smelled terrible after your time trapped in a cage, but she didn’t mention it or seem to care when her tears were falling onto your shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, hugging her back and stepping the two of you to the side to let the brothers into the room. “Jessy, I’m here, we’re here, we’re okay.”

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Absolutely Smitten || Dustin Henderson x Reader

Request: “ Fluffy Steve Harrington little sister having a crush on Dustin. Maybe Steve takes all the kids to the arcade and he watches how Dustin and her are crushing on each other? Idk over protective Steve cause older brother Steve would be sweet. Okee thank you💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 “

Summary: When Dustin asked Steve for girl advice, he didn’t think it would be to help him with his little sister.

Warnings: Swearing

Pairings: Dustin x Reader, Steve x Sister!Reader

A/N: So, I’m still getting used to this whole fanfiction/reader thing. So, full apologies if they feel OOC, I’m trying super hard and the more i do it, the better it’ll get hopefully?

Though he would never admit to it, Steve was more than happy to take the kids to the arcade when they asked him. The place wasn’t his usual scene, not that he really had one of those anymore, but the kids seemed happy. 

He leaned against the ticket counter as he watched Max try and teach Eleven how to play Dig Dug. His eyes shifted over to where his younger sister, Y/N was playing Dragon’s lair, with Dustin and Lucas yelling in her ear on what she should be doing to win.

At the sight, Y/N and Dustin shared briefly, he frowned. They looked meek and awkward, with flushed cheeks. It wasn’t long before he realized what that look could mean, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions.

After another hour, Steve was a hundred percent sure about what going on. He watched as his sister and Dustin, glanced at each other with the other wasn’t looking. Or stood far too close when sharing an arcade machine. They very clearly liked each other, and while he knew Dustin was a good kid that didn’t mean he wanted him moving in on his little sister. 

With that in mind, Steve pulled Dustin aside and narrowed his eyes at the boy, “Did you wanna tell me something?” He asked frowning at the boy.

Dustin’s dopey grin stayed on his face even as Steve glared at him, “What are you talking about?”


“What about her?”

“You know what.” Steve crossed his arms, “I saw how you looked at her, honestly did you think I wouldn’t notice? You’re pretty obvious.”

Dustin’s smile fell and his cheeks burned red, “Shit, really? Did you think she noticed?” He asked glancing over at the girl, who was now watching Eleven play Dig Dug. 

“Well, no-”


“No, not great.” Steve answered giving the boy a look, “When we were talking about girls, I didn’t think you meant my sister!” He snapped, before clearing his throat as a few people glanced at him. 

“Well, I don’t know. I just thought you’d be okay with it?”

“Why the hell would I be okay with this?” Steve was bewildered at this point, that was his little sister. Sure, she’s in middle school but that didn’t mean he wanted her dating.

“I just, I thought we bonded. So you’d be, you know? Cool with it?” Dustin offered and shrugged his shoulders, “Besides, it’s not like we’re little kids or something.”

Steve sighed lightly as he looked over at Y/N, Dustin wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t a little girl anymore, and she did seem to like the boy back. He looked over at Dustin again. The dork was an okay kid, and Steve had taught him himself.

With that in mind, Steve pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a groan, “Fine, but if I hear you did anything stupid. I’m kicking your ass dipshit.” He said leaning down to be at eye level with Dustin, “Got it?”

“Yes, sir.” Dustin saluted with another goofy grin before running back off to his friends. Leaving Steve to smile slightly, and roll his eyes.

penciltrash  asked:

Can you please write #2 - please stay here tonight. Otayuri?

as a canadian, I love myself a good snowed in story ;)

Please stay here tonight,” Yuri says, looking at Otabek’s silhouette, standing by the window, gazing at the snowstorm raging outside. Otabek’s appartment is a good 20 minutes ride from Yuri’s and he doesn’t want him to go outside in this weather.

“We’re closer from school here, anyway. I’ll lend you some clothes if classes aren’t cancelled tomorrow because of the stupid blizzard.”

There are both going to this art school in the city, Otabek is studying music production and Yuri is in the dancing program. They met through Yuri’s teacher, Victor, when Yuri was looking for some original music to dance on. They’ve been haning out together since then and Yuri would lie to himself if he said he doesn’t have one massive crush on the dark haired man. 

He is a bit smaller than Yuri but much broader. He goes to the gym all the time when he’s not mixing music or riding his damn motor cycle. Yuri would say he’s a fuckboy if he doesn’t know better. Doesn’t know how much of a dork Otabek really is. 

He knows how Otabek has the most ridiculous laugh, but it’s the prettiest music to Yuri’s ears. He knows that he likes to read fancy books but that he also owns a pretty impressive collection of comic books. That he looks serious and stoic to a lot of people but he tells the most stupid jokes and that the smile on his face when he gets Yuri’s to laugh makes him want to kiss Otabek’s senseless every damn time.

“Yeah, I can’t really go out in the middle of this…” Otabek replies.

Yuri goes to his closet to pick some clothes for Otabek to wear and he settles on a soft comfortable hoodie and a pair or gym shorts that are a bit too short on Yuri’s long legs. He pushes the clothes in Otabek’s hands and the other man smiles as he looks down at the pile, “Oh so that’s where my hoodie went?” 

Yuri blushes just a tiny bit, pushing Otabek’s towards the bahtroom door, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Yuri busies himself tidying up his place while Otabek is in the shower. 

His studio is quite small but he loves it. One big living area where his huge bed takes almost all the space, a few bookshelves full of his books and movies. A huge stereo is resting on top of one of them. The aux chord hanging from it.

He walks to the small kitchen space to drop their mugs in the sink and looks at the bathroom door. He can hear Otabek singing to himself in the shower. He smiles at the sound of his friend’s beautiful voice.

He changes into his own sleeping clothes and waits for Otabek to join him. He is a bit nervous about it all even if sharing his bed with Otabek is on his mind since the first time he laid eyes on the other man. He remembers Victor knowing smile when he got speechless for just a few second too long after Otabek introduced himself, shook his hand with his own big, soft one. 

Yuri is absentmindly braiding a few strands of his long blond hair when Otabek get’s out of the shower. Yuri wasn’t ready for the heat spreading all over his skin when he smells his shower gel and shampoo on Otabek. Wasn’t ready for the way he gets almost dizzy with it when Otabek sits next to him on the bed.

“Do you have some extra blankets?”

“Why?’ Yuri says, his brows knitting in confusion.

“For me to sleep on the floor?”

“What the fuck Beka, you’re not sleeping on the floor?”

Otabek leans his head to the side, a tiny smile taking over his lovely features, “Sure?”

Yuri only nods before slipping under the sheets. He can hear the wind still raging outside and the icy snowflakes hiting the windows. The lamp is on Otabek’s side so he gets in the bed as well before clicking it shut.

He stays miles away from Yuri, so far Yuri is scared he might fall of the bed at some point.

“You can,” Yuri starts before clearing his throat, “You can get closer, you know.”

Yuri feels Otabek shuffling a bit closer to him, he feels his warmth and his smell as soon as Otabek is in touching distance.

“Like this?” Otabek voices reaches his ears, a rough murmur in the darkness of the room. Yuri feels his hand resting softly on his waist on top of the comforter so in a burst of courage he reaches for it and pulls Otabek closer.

He pulls him closer until he feels Otabek’s strong chest pressed against his back, his face, just a few breath away from his neck. Otabek rests his palm flat over Yuri’s chest and Yuri is scared for a second he might feel the crazy beat of his heart.

“Like this,” Yuri whispers and he hopes his voice sounds steadier to Otabek’s ears than his own. He feels Otabek’s lips brush against the skin of his shoulder when he says “Perfect.” Feels the content sigh Otabek lets out as he squeezes Yuri just a bit closer to him, “Yeah?” he asks in the dark, resting a nervous hand on top of Otabek’s bigger one.

“Never been better,” are Otabek’s last word before his breathing goes slower as he falls asleep. Yuri is fast to follow him. smilling.

Imagine Chris freaking out after you get injured on set.

Chris sat in the corner on his phone as quietly and as non-distractive as possible while you and Sebastian worked with the body doubles and Max, the stunt coordinator. The same stunt coordinator that told Captain America to either “sit in the corner with your mouth shut and your hands to yourself” or “wait in your trailer until we’re done”; Chris chose the former.

The two of you had the reputation of being extremely disruptive and distracted when together, it was like a nightmare for most directors and stunt coordinators; it didn’t help that the two of you were married now. The only reason you were constantly being casted as co-stars was because of the chemistry and connection you and Chris effortlessly produced; it was absolute magic that no director could recreate with two strangers. Sure, it was a little annoying and slightly exhausting to repeatedly tell the two of you to concentrate but at the end of the day, the two of you would always execute the job to perfection with maximum effort; it made up for the fits of laughter and pranks you’d pull on each other and the rest of the cast.

Speaking of the rest of the cast, everyone had finished their rehearsals for the day and were now either resting in their trailers or back at the hotel. Your loving husband, however, was giving up his much needed down time to shower you with moral support. It was the same in every movie you were in together, he stayed behind for you and you stayed behind for him; the perks of being with someone in the same industry.

Though moral support wasn’t the only reason he was staying behind- especially while you were working on a MCU movie- he was more than a little worried about you getting hurt. You’d gotten hurt before just sliding across a row of tables being the adorable clumsy dork you were, and now that you were working on a fight sequence, with Sebastian of all people- the guy who wasn’t good at pulling his punches- Chris thought it’d be better if he stayed and watched. Sebastian accidentally punched Chris once- a matter that was easily dropped- but God help Sebastian if he accidentally punched you.

Now that you thought about it, Chris probably wasn’t the best person to have around considering he was the person to distract you about eighty percent of the time. It was no wonder Max gave him the ultimatum he did. You just hope the two of you had enough self-control to finish the rehearsal without your usual shenanigans; you really didn’t want to take a hit or get injured even before the filming started.

Chris looked up from his phone and watched you and Sebastian follow Max’s instructions to the tee. It was the key to staying unharmed while performing your own stunts, something you had decided to take more seriously after your last injury; the bruise on your hip lasted for at least a week. Chris smiled proudly when he saw you nail the sequence, his wife was one badass and he felt the need to say it out loud completely forgetting the instructions Max had left him with.

“My wife’s a badass,” Chris whooped just as you were about to duck Sebastian’s punch, distracting you for a split second and causing you to fall out of the rhythm. “Oh, shit!” He scrambled to his feet and ran over when Sebastian’s fist clipped your jaw, sending you on your ass.

“Oh my God,” Sebastian gasped and quickly rushed to your side, dropping to his knees. “Y/N, I am so so so sorry.” He rambled as his hands hovered over you, unsure if he should help you up or leave you alone considering he just punched you in the face.

“Ow,” you half chuckled, half whimpered as you rubbed your jaw.

“Y/N,” Chris ran and dropped to his knees, sliding across the mat to you. “Oh my God, that’s-” He covered his mouth with his hand, looking slightly horrified at what his little whoop did. “Fuck, that’s my bad. I’m so sorry, I completely forgot that-” He looked up at Max and Max shook his head at him with furrowed brows. “I am so sorry,” he held his hands up in surrender.

“Don’t apologize to me,” Max beckoned his head at you. “Your wife is the one who just took a hit from a two hundred pound man.” Chris and Sebastian both winced at that. “I’ll go get you some ice, Y/N.” He said and you nodded with a grateful smile.

“I am so sorry,” Sebastian said again and you chuckled softly, shaking your head because it wasn’t his fault. “I honestly didn’t mean to hit you, I’ve been trying to pull my punches and I thought that we’ve been doing-”

“Seb, it’s fine,” you laughed. “It really doesn’t hurt that much,” you lied because it stung like a bitch. “Plus it’s not your fault, it’s mine and-” you shot Chris a dirty look and he chuckled. “My stupid dork of a husband. If this is about me getting the last Snickers bar yesterday, man up and punch me yourself. Don’t get your best friend to do it for you,” you joked and the two men laughed.

“I’m so sorry,” Chris gently caressed your face in his hands. “I didn’t think, I was just watching you be this crazy badass and I kind of felt the need to tell people you’re my wife but everyone already knows that and-” He cut his rambling short with a soft chuckle, “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.”

“Prove it,” you bit playfully.

“In front of Seb?” Chris whispered with widened eyes. “Can’t we just wait-” You cut him off with a shake of your head and he heaved a sigh. “Fine,” he released your face and rose to his feet. Sebastian watched Chris with a raised brow whereas you just pressed your lips together to suppress your laughter. “This is the last time I stay behind with you,” he told you, trying not to smile as he got into position.

“Just do it,” you chuckled.

“Under the sea,
Under the sea,
Darling it’s better,
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me.” Chris sang as he did his own choreographed dance that never once failed to make you laugh. It was possibly the dorkiest thing he could ever do and you were always the only one to witness it, but now Sebastian was too.

“Oh my God,” Sebastian laughed.

“Up on the shore they work all day,
Out in the sun they slave away,
While we devotin’
Full time to floatin’
Under the seaaaa.” He finished and bowed as you and Sebastian clapped, laughing hysterically. Yes, it was embarrassing but he loved you enough to do things like that. “Are we square now?” He asked when he helped you to your feet.

“Depends,” you shrugged, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“On what?” He narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“If this bruises,” you smirked, “I’m going to need you to perform ‘Be Our Guest’.”

anonymous asked:

i need scruffy harry concepts 😩😩😩 like when he was in Jamaica and got all scruffy 😻

Scruffy Harry is a dream :(( relaxed and sweet, a dork and so cuddly.

Cuddled up right next to him, inhaling his warm and musky scent, and listening to his stupid jokes, hiding your fave in his neck, when one is particularly bad.

“Wha’? Tha’s one of my best ones!”

You two watch the palm trees, swinging gently in the warm wind, the faint sound of the waves hitting the shore playing in the background. He plays with your fingers, comparing his to yours, saying:

“Why are your fingers so tiny? Your hands look like paws!” Harry exclaims, a huge smile on his face. He gets a playful smack on his arm, and you get soft kisses on the back of your hand and up your fingers in return.

“I’m jus’ playin’ with yeh, pet.”

I'm Sorry! (Jughead Jones x Reader) Prompt Request

Request: Please do 42 and 44 with jughead jones 🤗💖

42: “Its my fault, I’m so sorry.” 

44: “You’re drunk.”

Originally posted by thejugheadjones

You’re drunk.” Hearing the words come out of your mouth made his eyes go wide.

“I’m sorry,” he broke down by your feet, “It’s all my fault, I’m so sorry.”

You had never seen Jughead like this.  He toyed with your feelings, but here he was apologizing as if his life depended on it.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”  And it all came rushing back.

He’s only using you get information from you (Y/n)!  Can’t you see that.”  Reggie laughed as the smile on your face dropped completely.

At the time you didn’t believe yourself.  Why would Jughead Jones, an overly closed off person to begin with, want to be friends with you?

You’re (Y/n) (L/n) right?” The boy with the dark hair questioned.  You had seen him around before but never really talked to him, unless needed, which wasn’t often.

“That depends.  Who’s asking?” He sat down and smiled at you, laptop in his arms.

“Jughead Jones.”

Your friendship had begun from there.  The day he sat down and talked to you at Pop’s.  At first Jughead’s intention was only to use you for your information.  Being close to both Jason and Cheryl, you were the best person to go to.  He didn’t intend to fall in love with you.

You’re such a dork Jones.” You laughed happily as the young man smiled up at you.

“It’s what you like best about me.”

You were devastated when you found out he had been using you.  As your friendship progressed, like any cliché story, you began to fall for your newfound friend.

(Y/n).” He stared at you, a look of guilt filled his eyes.

“I thought we were actually friends.  I thought you actually cared about me!” You ran your hand through your hair out of frustration, “I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

You hadn’t seen him for two weeks since your outburst, until the day where he showed up at your doorstep, drunk.

“Come inside Jug, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”  As angry as you were you couldn’t let him be out there alone, not while he was in the state he was in.

Because your parents weren’t home, you knew it would be okay to let him inside.  Either your mom or your dad wouldn’t be too happy seeing Jughead in your home, but they weren’t there to see him.  You brought him up to your room as helped lay him down on your bed.

“What’d you do Jug?  How did this happen?”  He looked up woozily at you, but you could tell that he was sobering up.

“I-,” he started, “Archie and I had some alcohol at his place.  His dad is outta town, and he invited me over cause he was worried about me.”  He looked like he was about to cry, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I love you.”

You don’t think he realized what he had said, due to his drunken state, but he was sober enough, to tell that you were surprised.  He felt extremely sleepy, something you noticed in the way his was acting.

“I think it’s time that you get some rest.” You pulled the covers up over him as he began to drift off, “I’ll see you in the morning Jug.”

“I love you (Y/n).” He muttered sleepily as you shut the door.

Leaning your back against the door to your bedroom, you let out a breath.

“I love you too Jug, more than you know.”

Vernon as your boyfriend

Disclaimer: this is just my opinion

dating this bean of a man would include:

  • Teasing, I feel like no matter what it was Vernon would find some way to tease you
  • It could be about your height or something you do or even a certain word you would say
  • We all know that he would be a fucking hugeeeee meme
  • Especially if you were having a bad day or you were upset about something
  • He would pull meme faces or say something stupid
  • “Y/N”,Y/N” he would say until you look up at him and when you finally would look up at the child your boyfriend he would look you in the eyes with a serious face and say
  • “I won this” while holding up the first thing he could pick up
  • You would try not to laugh at this dork but come on it would be pretty impossible
  • And when you would finally laugh that’s when he would be satisfied that he got his baby to smile again and not frowning 
  • If Vernon was gonna comfort you on a more serious subject I think he would be a little more concerned and not be such a meme  would know that you needed him there
  • He would wrap his arms around your waist bringing you close into him and rubbing your back in circles
  • I feel like vernon would also be kind of nervous and lost because he did not know exactly what to do
  • So he would just stand there with you in his arms, I feel like he would ask you whats wrong maybe once or twice
  • And if you were struggling to talk through tears he would just comfort you even more
  • “shhhh baby its okay” he would say while grabbing your face in between his soft hands and looking into your eyes and kissing you
  • Eventually you would open up to him telling him whats wrong and he would end up treating you
  • Which brings me to my next point
  • I think with vernon there would be many lazy days 
  • Which you both did not mind at all , because as long as you two were together it did not matter what you guys did.
  • On the lazy days they would include,
  • lots of cuddles in the bed with tonssss of blankets
  • Vernon pulling u into his chest and running his hands over your arms
  • lost of movies
  • which would also mean vernon would play with your hands because he would get bored of the movie and find you way more interesting
  • I also feel like vernon would kiss your cheeks a lot to try and get your attention  
  • I think vernon would be the type of boyfriend who would tickle you a lot just to hear your laughter
  • Like if this boy found out you were ticklish that would be the end like he would constantly do it at random times
  • Especially if you were not paying attention to him
  • “Y/N, babyyyyyy, babeeee, babe, hunny, sweetheart” in between each he would kiss your face but you would push him off and focus back on to whatever you were doing  
  • And this is when he would place his hands on your side wiggling his fingers around causing you to erupt into fits of laughter
  • “VERNONNNNN STOPPPPP” you would say while laughing
  • “no because now your actually looking at me” he would also say laughing because he loved seeing your smile when you laugh
  • And even if u tried to push Vernon of it would be no doubt that he was stronger then you
  • Also I feel like if u ever did something cute he would get the biggest smile on his face
  • And if u did something cool or something he thought was amazing he would brag about it foreverrrrr
  • He would for sure brag about it to the members for example lets say you won an award st school or got a promotion at work
  • That would allllll he talks about at practice with the other members
  • “did you know my baby won an award” or “look at my girl succeeding”
  • Vernon also seems like the type of boyfriend to hype you up
  • Like if u got dressed up for something he would just shower you with endless compliments

overall vernon would be that sweet cliche boyfriend but you would love it and would never ever wanna lose him

Livin’ Easy, Lovin’ Free

Since I wanna write about Tony being a fuckin nerd with a robot tie I’M DOIN’ IT and virtually none of u can stop me bc i love my idea (pt. 1??) 

Steve Rogers was in a band. No one thought he would be in one because he was an art student in high school who was so asthmatic that he couldn’t even fast-walk without an inhaler at his side. And then in college he got big. Like, football big. But the man still had two left feet when it came to sports, so he was regretfully passed on. 

It started when Bucky accidentally forgot to unlock him out of the dorm room and left for a two-hours-away concert with Clint. Steve had already sent him a text, and Sam would retrieve him in the morning. Maybe. But Steve had nothing to do besides read his textbooks (not likely), watch TV (he had just marathoned an auction show, so no) or learn something. He chose guitar. 

He has to google it. He starts practicing. He likes it, even if the strings make his hands all rough. It’s rhythm. He just plays all night. Learns a couple of chords. 

Steve starts getting pretty good. 

He joins a band. It’s Bucky, Clint, and Sam. They’re called the Howling Commandos after Steve’s grandfather’s troop in World War II. “That’s bitchin’,” Clint comments. “We have to do that.” The group mutually agrees on it, and so it becomes. 

It’s supposed to be a local college thing. They perform stuff from Led Zeppelin and AC/DC and all the classic rock stuff, occasional softie being thrown in there. Bucky’s voice is made for raspy singing and hard rock, something Steve can’t do. He cannot sing for shit. Like, at all. He can hum. But he can work the guitar. Bucky just jokes and says “yeah, he’s got artist hands.” Which is true. He does. His fingers are nimble and Steve can shred like nobody’s business. 

They blow up after Sam, new member and all around Best Guy, releases a snippet on his Twitter to promote the band going to the pub. Way more people show up. “If you’re going to advertise, get a bigger bar,” Hill snipes as she wipes off spilled tequila. “Tequila’s coming out of your payment.” 

“Better drink some then,” Clint says. 

The Howling Commandos start performing at other venues. A record label picks them up. They’re the warm-up band for a bigger one. And it goes from there. 

They become a household name overnight. People ask you who your favorite is, if you’re going to the concert. Steve doesn’t want to be stereotyped as the Apple Pie Lifestyle Dude. While he doesn’t mind it, he gets a feeling that’s what he’s gonna get all his life. So he mixes it up. Comes out on stage with eyeliner around his eyes, making already icy eyes explode. He wears his beat-up leather jacket and works on not smiling like Mr. Rogers. Bucky thinks it’s an improvement. 

“Damn you look different,” Bucky says with a grin. “Like you’re actually gonna win a fight.” 

“Aw, shaddup.” 

Natasha Romanoff is not invincible when it comes to music she likes. She forced Tony to listen to classical music for a week straight because she was so moved by Tchaikovsky one day. She likes music. The Howling Commandos caught her eye because they’re right up her alley: classic rock without coming off as an asshole. Plus, it helps that both Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers have launched themselves into the audience to stop a pervert or to help someone who is having difficulty. They’re nice people. Natasha finds it adorably disgusting. (And if she has a thing for Barnes, then that’s her business.) 

She knows Clint Barton. They went to high school together and kept in contact. She was one of the only classmates to think that he was worth something and that he wasn’t gonna end up as a hobo somewhere. 

He got her in for free, front row. With a friend. So she chose Tony, naturally. If she brought anyone else, she wouldn’t have as much fun. 

Of course, Tony comes as he is. “Hi!” He says brightly. They’re taking his flashy Maserati so they know that Natasha means business. (Also so she can look famous and badass while walking out of the car with her held-together-with-safety-pins shirt and her ripped jeans and scuffed boots. It’s thirteen year old her’s dream.) 

Tony did not change into his Prescribed Hot Clothes. No, he’s still wearing his stupid “I’m Not Just a Businessman, I’m a Cool Businessman” attire, which meant he looked like a goofy teacher with a button-down and his robot tie. 

“I’m gonna die of embarrassment,” Natasha says. “Where’s your AC/DC shirt?” 

“In the wash,” Tony says with a shrug. “Rock isn’t about your outfit, it’s about your attitude.” Natasha snorts as she gets in the car. 

“You’re such a dork.” Tony smiles. She plugs in the aux cord. He calls one song groovy and starts humming along to one she was playing earlier. 

“I like this one.” 

“It’s called Falling Off a Jet. I like it.”* Natasha is more nervous than she looks. She makes sure that she has her ticket and Tony’s in her purse more than once. They get in no problem. Tony smiles at the security guard. They get front seats with fancy drinks and food that Tony pays for. 

The intro band is good. Natasha thinks they have potential. Tony keeps saying he likes one of the member’s neon pink shoes ironically. He dabs once. “I cannot believe I’m your friend,” Natasha groans. 

“I’m in with the kids,” Tony says. “I’m a Cool Engineer. Peter told me so.” 

“Peter would kill the president for you, his opinion means nothing.” 

The band comes on. Natasha has to admit that Bucky Barnes’ Murder Strut makes her feel some type of way. 

Tony…he’s in awe. Because here’s this blondie with icy eyes and a leather jacket, guitar slung across his body. He’s grinning as he looks out at the crowd. 

“Nat, which one is that? Is that Clint?” 

“No, Clint’s the one who just tripped,” Natasha says. “That’s Steve Rogers. He plays guitar. He’s scarily good at it.” Tony files the information away for later use. 

Steve Rogers doesn’t notice Tony Stark at first. It’s only when he bends down to get the bottle of water that he hears someone laugh and it’s loud and sincere and he looks over and…

There’s a cute guy. He’s in a button-down and a tie with something on it. Steve kind of wants to see what’s on it. He moves a bit closer. He thinks they’re robots. Interesting. 

The concert goes off without a hitch. Sharon’s interns have the lights downpat and Clint doesn’t trip again. Sam gets to sing quite a few songs, making some ladies and men scream as his mellow voice fills the stage. He keeps his eye on Cute Tie Dude. 

After the concert, Clint tells them that some friends are dropping in to say hi and meet them. 

It’s Cute Tie Dude! 

Oh no. 

Steve looks like shit. His eyes look like a raccoon’s, he’s drenched in sweat, and is currently in a shirt that is advertising some stupid tourist attraction that Clint swears he saw a ghost at. 

“This is Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark,” Clint says. Natasha’s stare lingers a bit longer on Bucky. Steve already knows that’s gonna go well. Tony steps up. 

“I uh, liked the guitar,” he says. “Oh no, I’m sure everyone says that…” 

“It’s fine,” Steve offers. “Uh, thank you. That means a lot to me.” Clint and Sam snort. 

“Loverboy,” Sam mouths at Steve. 

“Asshole,” Steve mouths right back. “So…Stark. Happen to be affiliated with Stark Enterprises?” 

“That’s my company,” Tony says. “That’s why I wore the robot tie today. I was giving tours to some schools.” Goddammit he’s too cute abort mission Steve

“That’s so cool,” Steve says. “How were the tours?” 

And this is how Tony eventually tunes Steve’s guitar to just the right notes and fixes Sharon’s wonky light (”I think I’m in love with you,” Sharon says seriously to him, and he blushes he motherfucking blushes) and also blushes whenever Steve compliments him. 

“I had a great time talking to you,” Steve says. “You’re…great. Awesome.” Tony’s face turns red. He looks adorable. 

“Well thank you,” he says, smiling. “You weren’t too bad yourself, Rogers. You have to tell me the story of how the band formed sometime, yeah?” Steve nods. 

“Here’s my number,” He says, holding out his phone. “I…I’d like to talk to you some more, if you wouldn’t mind terribly.” 

They’re such fucking dorks. They send each other dog memes and Tony calls him to tell him that he bought another vintage painting of flowers because “it reminded me of you Steven, don’t you dare scold me” and Steve sends him presents from wherever they perform with a handwritten card and Tony sends him flowers and postcards. 

“You guys are such dorks,” Natasha says one night when they’re finally watching a movie together. 

Steve smiles down at Tony. 

They kind of are. 

Outta Your Mind

Warnings: None, I think…

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You knew that you shouldn’t have attended to that party. But Jenna basically obligated you to go. You didn’t want to disappoint her, so you made yourself the promise of not drinking alcohol during the night. Unfortunately, the promise lasted less than an hour. You saw Josh dancing with a girl. They seemed to be having a good time together and she was half naked, so Josh should felt like in heaven. A guy who worked in the bar offered you a free cocktail and the answer was, obviously, yes.

Two hours later, you were dancing like a little kid with a guy called Michael. He didn’t even knew your name, but it was okay for him. Your head started to spin and you felt more and more dizzy, but didn’t stop dancing. At least until Tyler appeared next to you and grabbed you by the arm. The guy you were dancing with looked madly at your friend.

“What are you doing?” the guy shouted trying to take Tyler away from you.

“What are YOU doing? She’s my sister, stupid!” Tyler lied and rolled his eyes. “Come on, (Y/N).”

Carefuly, Ty got you out of the ‘dance floor’. Once you two were away from the people dancing like totally dorks, he looked directly at your eyes. “Look at me and tell me that you’re not drunk.”

A smile appeared in your lips andthen you hiccuped. “I’m not drunk.”

“Oh, my God, you’re totally drunk. Let’s find Jenna.”

You nodded with your head. Jenna. You wanted to talk with her and tell her that Tyler was an asshat for getting you out of the dance floor. Well, and you wanted to talk bad about Josh too. 

In less than a minute, Tyler found Jenna getting out of the ladies’ toilet. She smiled when she saw you two. “Hey, you’ve been lost tonight, (Y/N). Are you having fun?”

Before you could say anything, Tyler started to talk. “She’s drunk as a beast. We need to do something.”

“You’re being exaggerated! I’m fine, okay?” you said while trying to free you from Tyler’s grip. You almost fall in the floor when you stumbled with your own feet.

Jenna grabbed you by the waist and drove you into the bathroom. She turned on the water and started to pour some cold water on your face and neck. “What has happened?” she asked looking at you through the mirror. “I’ve never seen you that bad. And I know you too well to know that something has happened.”


“Oh.” she whispered. Jenna knew about your crush on Josh, you always told eachother about everything. “You’ve seen him with other girl, haven’t you?”

“Why is he that stupid? How can he not notice that I’m in love with him since I saw him for the first time?” 

“You don’t have to worry about that, honey. He is –”


Oh, no, that voice. You turned around to see Josh running to you. What the hell was he doing in the ladies’ bathroom?

“I can’t believe that you’ve been that stupid. Why would you drink that much?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.” he looked confused at you. “Leave, Josh.”

“No. I’m not going. I’m gonna drive you home.”

Josh was really worried, he tried to caress your face but you just pulled back sharply. The last thing that you wanted at that moment was being alone with him. You didn’t even want to see his beautiful face.

“I’m going home. Alone.” you concluded. “I don’t need you, Josh. And thank you, Jenna. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Without letting anybody to talk, you went out of the bathroom. You made sure to bump into Josh’s shoulder, so he could know that you were mad at him. You didn’t say goodbye to Tyler, just disappeared from his view.

Once you were out of the bar, you started to think that you went to the place by walk. You’d have to go home walking.

“(Y/N) wait!”

Again, Josh’s voice sounded behind your back, but that time you didn’t turn around. You ignored him.

“Let me drive you home, please!” he ran up to you. “You don’t even have a car.”

“Forget me, Josh Dun. I’m too drunk to discuss now with you.”

Suddenly, he grabbed your hand. “Let me drive you home. I’m not taking no for an answer. Cause I care about you and I don’t want you to be alone in the middle of the night.”

Somehow, you ended saying yes to him. Maybe you were too drunk to keep being rude with him or maybe he was just too cute. But both of you ended on his car. 

A couple minutes before being with Josh, you forgot about everything and started to laugh like a dork. He looked at you for a second and smiled. “What’s that funny?”

“Your nose looks so big from this angle, William. Look at it, it’s so cute.” you kept laughing. “Have I just called you William?”

“Yup. You’ve done it.”

“Sorry.” after a minutes in silence you had a great idea. “You know what? I’ll call Beebo.”

Josh didn’t have time to say anything cause you were calling Brendon in less than a second. He picked up the phone quickly and you activated the speaker. “Hey, kiddo! What are you doing awake?”

“I’m with Josh. Say hello to Brendon, Joshua!” Josh didn’t say anything. “He’s driving. Forget about him.”

“(Y/N) are you drunk?” Brendon asked while laughing. “Wow, it’s the first time that I see you like that.”

“But you’re not seeing me.”

“I know. That was a figure of speech.”

The conversation between you and Brendon didn’t went too far. Josh obligated you to get off the phone when you both arrived at your place. He helped you to get out of the car and opened the front door with the key that you gave him. You felt good for being at home, but at the same time you were nervous because of the bright haired guy. “Are you tired?” he asked you while looking at your eyes.

You shrugged. “I don’t want to sleep but I’m feeling tired.”

“Why don’t you go to you bedroom and put something more comfortable on? I’ll search for some pills, so you can sleep well.”


As you could, you went to your bedroom. You’d started to feel worse, your head hurt. You couldn’t be able to put your clothes off. So you gave up and sat on the floor. When Josh saw you he literally runned into you. “Are you okay? You have any pain?”

“I can’t even take off my shirt. I’m feeling useless.”

“You’re not useless.” he kissed you in the cheek. “I can help you if you want.”

“You want to take my clothes off?”

“If you let me to.”

His smile made you smile too. You got up and he started to take you shirt off carefully. “I’m not going to get broken, Josh.”

“I’m trying to be kind, (Y/N). In my mind this never ends up in a cute way.”

“Have you already thought about this moment?”

“Don’t make questions if you know the answer.”

“And why are you telling this to me?”

“You’re outta your mind. I know that you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

You smiled and pushed him, so he ended up in your bed. You lied down next to him and looked at his beautiful eyes. “I like you, Josh.”

“I know. I’ve noticed that. And I like you too, (Y/N). But why are you telling me this? I’ll be able to remeber this.”

“Maybe I want you to remember it.”

Chores (Finn Wolfhard x Reader Imagine)

Prompt: Your boyfriend ,Finn, wants to hang but you need to clean the house while your parents are gone so he decides to help out… let’s just say things didn’t go as planned.

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“I’m sorry but I can’t tonight. My parents went to some extravagant dance with our neighbors so I’m stuck here cleaning.” I told Finn through the phone, earning a slight groan. “(y/n) I missssss youuuu” Finn whines, making me laugh. “I saw you at school today…. anyways, unless you wanna come help me clean we can’t hang” I said jokingly but apparently Finn didn’t know that. “Alright be there in ten” and with that he hung up. I set my phone down, slightly smiling and shaking my head at the thought of him. 

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All Spice & No Pumpkin

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“I can’t believe I listened to you. I should’ve never listened to you!” Ryan said, frustration evident in his voice.

“Hey, I really thought we could get away with it,” Shane said, avoiding Ryan’s eyes. Instead, he focused on the tiring view in front of him.

Pumpkins. Miles and miles of pumpkins.

“Hey, I really thought we could get away with it,” Ryan repeated, mockingly, “Hey, let’s skip work to go and eat crab cakes together! Hey, Ryan, let’s do dumb shit that’ll eventually make more work for us together! Hey!”

Shane laughed, wheezing.

“Well, there’s no use complaining now,” He said, cheerfully.

“There’s no use complaining now,” Ryan repeated, grumbling, “We could’ve gone out right now like everybody else to get some good food—”

“But we already had crab cakes.”

“Shut — Shut up,” Ryan said, trying his hardest not to laugh, “Dude, even the fucking interns are having more fun than us right now!”

“I’m having fun.”

“Shane, don’t you dare—”

“I’m always having fun when I’m with you,” Shane said, batting his eyelashes dramatically.

“Fuck off, you dork,” Ryan said, wheezing hard, laughing.

He picked up a specifically large pumpkin, and grabbed a carving knife.

“I can’t believe we have to get all of this done. I want to die. And to think that I was actually looking forward to the party.”

“I’ve already carved one,” Shane said, quietly, and Ryan looked over to his side in surprise.

And there it was.

A large pumpkin, with the words ‘I’ and ‘RSB’ carved onto it, with a heart in the middle.

Ryan wheezed, doubling over, laughing, and Shane laughed too.

Ryan looked at his stupid, way-too-tall boyfriend, and smiled in a way that made Shane’s heart flutter.

“I hate you,” he said, with all the love in the world.

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Akutagawa: Chuuya-san… What keeps you going?

Chuuya, blinking his eyes in surprise, then laughs softly after: Why do you ask?

Akutagawa: I’m just… Curious.

Chuuya, subtly smiling at Dazai’s picture on his phone: I guess I’m looking after some idiot to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.

At the same time, Atsushi: Dazai-san… What keeps you from getting up in bed?

Dazai, humming to himself as he gently caresses Chuuya’s picture on his wallet: I’m afraid I don’t understand what you mean, Atsushi-kun~

According To Plan (Jack Lowden x Reader)

Requested by anon (thank you): I want to request a Jack Lowden imagine. Jack and one of the Dunkirk boys are interested in the reader but they don’t know about each others feelings (or maybe they know but are hiding it). Reader doesn’t know what to do because she loves the boys and doesn’t want to hurt anyone. She chooses Jack but they start dating in secret at first so the other boy doesn’t feel bad. Well, happy end for everyone lol

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"What's that? You don't want to know. Don't look. " with ma man Jared?!

A/N: this is extra shitty but i hope you like it anyway bc Jared is my main man and i love him lots. Sorry if theres any spelling errors.

Some how Jared had convinced you play a ridiculous VR game with him. You came over under the impression that you and Jared were going to sit on his couch and watch crappy horror movies.

But when you walked through the front door Jared was holding up 2 VR head sets and a new game horror game, which just so happened to be IT. You immediately said no but Jared was a master and getting you to play these stupid games with him.

So with the promise that you’d only play for 20 minutes and then get pizza and watch The Breakfast Club you started the game. But Jared had no intention of stopping the game after 20 minutes. He would play these things until he finished it.

Here you sat, on his couch an hour later terrified in the virtual dark sewer. Jared sat next to know laughing when you yelped or jumped. You turned your head slightly to the left and in the corner this tall lanky dark figure charged at you making you scream and jump practically on top of Jared.

What’s that?! Jared what in the fuck is that shit!” You practically screamed. Jared chuckled next to you and slightly pushed you off him. “Jared I’m serious what the fuck was that?”

You don’t want to know, don’t look.” Jared chuckled as he continued the opposite way. You looked back but it was gone so you tried your best  to follow Jared.

20 minutes later you and Jared were attempting to kill some fictional clown and you about ready to just throw down the headset. As you contemplated quitting the stupid clown opened its mouth and lunged you causing you to scream and take off the headset.

“Nope, nopety nope. Fuck that stupid fucking game fucking fuck.” You said shaking you head and getting up to go get water. Leaving Jared to finish the game by himself you walked to the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge you leaned against the counter trying to clear your mind from that stupid game. Failing to notice Jared enter the kitchen.

“Now wasn’t that game just wonderful.” He said with that stupid smirk on his face.You looked at him and rolled you eyes.

“I actually fucking hate you Jared Kleinman.” You stated with a soft smile as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You know babe I’ve only ever heard you scream like that for me.” He stated with a wide smile.

“Jared fucking Kleinman shut the fuck up” You playfully pushed him away from you.He just laughed it off and wrapped his arms tightly around you. That was when you realized you’d play 100 horror games if it meant making the dork happy.