my head is full of things lately and idk what happened

7:32 PM - Peter Parker

request -  queen. I love your writing. If you’re willing to do another peter Parker smut bc im full of sin and ur last one was so damn good, can u do one where u guys are friends and peter asks if he can eat u out “for practice” or something and he’s rly awkward about it ? if u don’t wanna do that or if u wanna change it in anyway that’s totally cool. thanks for sharing your word with the world, it’s amazing!!!

a/n - had to get around to writing my second smut fic on this blog and i hope it isn’t a flop like me!!! this is NOT a continuation of 11:57 PM, i just thought it was cool to name the smut fics a time bc i think it makes it mysterious?? idk im dumb LMAO but don’t forget to request a fic if you’d like and follow!

7:32 PM. The time where I was supposed to be studying for my upcoming exam in Chemistry, but instead I’m over at Peter’s apartment doing the complete opposite. From being teenagers, it automatically causes us to always want to touch the other, and that’s the case just about now.

Our textbooks laid on his desk as we were sitting on his bed, myself straddling his lap as he held me close to his body. Our lips were happily engaged, coming together countless times as some music played lowly in the background. May had just left to grab dinner, explaining why Peter took such advantage of the situation.

Peter’s lips left mine as they came for my neck, kissing my sweet spot tenderly. He had only waiter a couple of seconds before gliding his tongue over it, making my spine shiver rather than his. One thing that I noticed lately is that Peter is taking more control, even though his nervousness was still as clear as day.

“Peter..” I rasped, holding the back of his head. “Don’t stop.”

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Stupid (Yoongi/Reader Fluff)

Summary: It’s 2:45 am and Min Yoongi’s at your door. Stupid.

(( Note: Lol, hey guys… Guess who’s not dead. *Me (I think)* Sorry I went on hiatus out of nowhere :/ Can’t say that I’m back officially because like the last time I said that I was gone three months after (hehe). So I’m semi back I guess? I’ve been missing those active Tumblr days so much, I wish I can be on more, idk what will happen in the future but I’ll try my best to post more scenarios and just overall be more active :) HOPEFULLY SMH—Also I know nothing about piano/music writing, I apologize for any mistakes and please please listen to the song it’s really pretty ))

Literally, what the hell.”

You stared at your best friend, completely dumbfounded by the fact that you were even staring at him considering that it was pitch black and cold as shit out. In other words, it was 2:45 in the morning and no other than Min Yoongi was standing there right in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his large coat along with a fluffy scarf wrapped countless times around his head, hot air from his mouth puffing out into the frozen winter air. 

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Things that I want more of:

Marmora raised Galra Kieth and papa Thace

tbh im so sad that I found this show so late. i missed all the theories of keith’s parents and now im stuck with this canon southern dude when i could have spent all this time believing in papa Thace and tiny, japanese mama kogane with all my heart…

i spent the drive to class this morning thinking about little human mama kogane being the pilot of another mission intercepted by the galra.

meeting thace and falling in love with this deceptively sweet undercover Galra man who tries his best to keep whats left of her crew alive and safe from the guards that like to rough them up to pass the time.

somehow they find the time to get her pregnant, she’s a regular little spit fire hotshot pilot and she loves mouthing off to the other guards and he’s beside himself because wow she’s great but holy shit that mouth is going to get her in so much trouble and it does.

haggar and the druids have been studying her and the rest of the crew since this is probably their first encounter with humans? idk, in my head her crew was like practice for what happened to shiro and his cybernetic arm. anyway thats how they realize she’s pregnant

they don’t realize the baby’s half galra tho, they think she was pregnant when she got there cause she’s pretty far along when they start these tests because the druids are evil scientists and they’re just like lets see how hard you can squeeze until it pops,

and that puts the baby in danger so she has to get out of there. she’s already decided she’ll die for this kid no question

so Thace coordinates an escape, sets up an escape pod and gives her the coordinates to the Marmora outpost

and honestly i really want to write and draw tiny bad ass human mama kogane heavily pregnant with baby keith escaping from the Galra, shooting and flying like a freaking ace because Keith had to get his pilot skills from somewhere, all the way to the Marmora outpost while she’s pm in the middle of labor.

I don’t even know how that timeline would work but i love it??

and once she gets to the outpost she’s in full on labor right?

she stumbles out of the pod and Ulaz, who’s probably received updates from Thace about this resilient little human pilot that he’s totally gone over and is like just ‘holy shit, what do?’ so she coaches him through the delivery cause she’s the definition of badass, and she finally gets to hold her little ass kicker and she knows what he’ll be a part of, knows what he’ll do and she also knows that she won’t be there to see him do it

but it’s ok cause she watches Ulaz clean him up so carefully and tenderly with this spellbound look in his eyes because it’s been so long since any of the Galra have seen children and there’s something hopeful about watching something so pure and innocent be born in the midst of war and she knows that her kid will be fiercely protected by the alien resistance

She tells him to name him Keith after her brother and her copilot who didn’t survive the druids experiments and she kind of just slips away because you have to kill your darlings.

I’m just saying this sounds better that whatever explanation they’re planning to give me for Tim Mcgraw over there…. (even though mama galra is a super awesome idea :))) )

Bad Boy Parker: Peter Parker

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning(s): Bad Boy!Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request: Heyyy I really need a bad boy Peter Parker imagine!! I will love you to death if you write one for me :) thank you for all your amazing imagines💕
A/N: The dear anon who requested this imagine didn’t give me much to work with, so I kinda just… wrote this and made Peter Parker a Bad Boy? Idk I hope you all enjoy and it’s not too bad.

Note: Reader and Peter are sixteen

Y/N was new to Midtown High School and was still learning her way around. She had only been there for a day, and was now on her second day at the school. On her first day, Y/N had met a girl named Leila who had been quick to befriend Y/N and to show her around the school along with invite Y/N to join her and her friends during lunch. 

It was only her second day at the school and she had already managed to be late. Great, now she was going to end up making a grand entrance, which would do exactly what she didn’t want to happen: draw attention. “God damnit, Y/N.” Y/N cursed herself under her breath as she paused outside of the door to her first class. She took in a deep breath and opened the door. As expected, the teacher stopped his talking and the entire class turned to face the door.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N. How nice of you to finally join us. It is only your second day at this school and you’re already late.”

“I know, I’m really sorry. Had a couple bumps back home and it just made thing… and you don’t care. I’ll just be taking my seat.” Y/N said as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and as she walked towards her seat. She set her book bag on the floor by her desk and pulled her books out. Minutes into the class and Y/N was extremely bored. She had learned this material at her previous school. Her eyes wandered around the classroom until they landed on the most handsome boy she had ever seen. He also hadn’t been there the previous day. He looked beyond disinterested in what the teacher was saying as he fiddled with the pen in his hand.

Y/N was staring shamelessly and Peter knew. He could feel her eyes on him and this pleased him immensely. His lips stretched into a small smirk as he turned his head to meet Y/N’s gaze. Y/N didn’t break eye contact with the mystery boy until he sent her a discreet wink. Of course, Y/N felt like she was going to melt and had to look away. The rest of the time, Y/N avoided eye contact with him in fear of saying something she would regret.

When the bell rang, Y/N didn’t hesitate in the slightest to quickly shove her books in her bag and practically sprint out of the classroom. She was aware the sound of the heels of her ankle boots were loud as she sped walked away from the classroom, but she didn’t care. Luckily, Y/N had her next class with Leila, who would hopefully take her mind off of whoever he was. And after this class was lunch, which would give Y/N even more time to come up with ways to avoid whoever he was.

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3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader babysitting fluff)


3-year-old Wingman (Connor Murphy x Reader fluff babysitting AU its fuckin lame)

3000+ words

Ps: im bad at revising

TW: angst, lots of swearing, toddlers, very very brief mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide

You saw a dim light flicker from the corner of your eye as you played Uno with your young nephew, accompanied by a slight ding signaling you got a text. You knew it was probably Connor.

“You can get your phone, it’s okay.” your nephew told you, sounding wise beyond his years for a 3-and-a-half-year-old. He was the most adorable thing, and you couldn’t get over it.

“Nope, buddy. I need my full concentration for this game. I’m not gonna lose to you again. They can wait a couple of minutes until I demolish you at this Uno.” you replied sternly, lifting your head up high, causing giggles to erupt for the small boy. You couldn’t help but smile back. But your lips fell when your phone started dinging over and over and over again. Your nephew peered up at you with big eyes, silently telling you to just get it. You put up a finger, putting your cards face to use your other hand to reach for your phone. You were right, it was Connor.

7 messages from Connor



what are you up to

i’m bored

my parents aren’t home


you’re my only friend i want to hang out with you dammit

You couldn’t help but to let a smile form on your face. This fucking kid. You couldn’t believe that this was the boy that barely spoke two words to you over a span of a month when you were lab partners. At the start of Junior Year, you had to take a physics class as a prereq for graduating. The class was filled with seniors, leaving you and this mysterious, and super scary Connor Murphy as the only two juniors. So, your teacher paired you up, resentment oozing out of Connor. You basically did the projects by yourself, him helping with data or equations you didn’t understand yourself, but you never actually talked much. You did your work in silence. Until you noticed he was writing some old fall out boy (A/N: I feel like everyone just mutually agreed on Connor liking FOB so I’m just going along with it.)  lyrics on one of his data sheets.

“That’s a good song.” You murmured, peering back at your paper, trying to work through this problem that made zero sense.

“You like fall out boy?” he mumbled, trying to figure out what you were trying to do by making conversation with him.

“Yeah, Pete Wentz was the love of my life for a while. They were actually my first concert back in middle school, when they made a comeback. But they peeked at From Under A Cork Tree.”  Connor smiled at this, agreeing silently with everything you just said. His smile was addictive, so you kept going. Seeing how long you could kept a conversation going and his smile up as well. You mostly talked at first. But his word count each week was increasing exponentially. Until you went a whole class listening to him talk about how The Smiths was easily the best band ever and better than Nirvana and that Nirvana is over-hyped because everyone romanticizes Kurt’s suicide while no one really actually cares about the depressed kid until they are gone. The conversation kind of died after that. Him feeling like he said too much, and you just not knowing what to say. Something told you he wasn’t just talking about Kurt Cobain. So, you kind of squeezed his hand momentarily, which he would never admit, made him blush like a madman and almost pushed him into a panic attack, he was so overwhelmed and caught off guard. Then, the game changed for Connor. It was bound to happen; a crush was going to form. Connor fell victim, falling hard. No one really reached out to him before, unless it was to make fun of him and get in his head. He was the school’s punching bag. Even school nerds like Jared Kleinman picked on him. He always noticed you before. You never laughed at him when other made jokes. But he didn’t realize that not only a friendship was forming, but a crush as well. And when he did, it was too late to abort. This boy was in love with you from the time you spotted those fall out boy lyrics to be honest.

Another ding snapped you out of your reminiscing.

6 messages from Connor:

Are you alive


no that’s ridiculous

of course you are


you never not text me

You texted him back quickly, knowing he was probably thinking of all the ways you just lying on the street dead to your body floating in the river face down. He confessed that this happened a lot to you. He’d just get bad, intrusive thoughts he couldn’t shake away.

im alive and well. Just babysitting my nephew Carter. HES SO CUTE

You snapped a picture of Carter playing Uno and sent it to Connor. Before you could even put down your phone, another familiar ding alerted you.

1 message from Connor:


you’re heartless

4 messages from Connor:

i know

guess i’ll go hang with my other friends


woe is me

shut up nerd

if you want, come babysit

1 message from Connor:

hell fucking no

well i have to go then. i gotta win this game of uno this 3 year old is putting me to shame

2 messages from Connor:

you’re so embarrassing why am i friends with you

i’ll be over in ten

You smiled at the last message. Connor wasn’t the only one with the crush. Yes, yours did develop later in your relationship, but it was definitely equal to Connors admiration for you. Connor didn’t really start opening up after about three months into your friendship. Once he talked about the whole Kurt Cobain thing, he kind of laid low for a little, you having to steer the conversation if you wanted it to live. He was touchy, so you had to handle him with care. You tried to bring it up a few times, to just get immediately shut down. You’d always ask in school, because you weren’t at the point of hanging outside of it yet. But he’d always change topic. It’s not like he didn’t trust you, it was everyone around him. Paranoid they were secretly listening in on your chats. So, you decided to take initiative. It was exactly 3 months of you being friends, so you asked if he wanted to hang.


“What…” he replied, seemingly uninteresting as he doodled along the margin of his already finished calc problems. He was actually a fucking genius. He wasn’t just artistic, but the kid had a brain. But that’s a different topic.

“You know what today is?”

“I ‘donno know,” all his words kind of running together, “Friday?”

“No.” you felt dumb now. “Never mind.”

“No what’s today. I like hearing your weird ass facts. Is it like, Morrissey’s birthday, or like the anniversary of The Queen Is Dead album?”

“You’re gonna find it stupid that I was even going to make a big deal out of it, so, never mind.”

“No, tell me.”




“Fucking god, (Y/N). Just tell me already.”

“It’s our ¼ friendaversary.”

“What? What the fuck is that shit?”

“See. I knew you’d find it dumb.”

“N-no, I just don’t know what the fuck that is.” Connor genuinely asked.

“We’ve been friends for three months, Connor. That’s what it means. I thought you were good at math?”

“That’s a thing? And people celebrate that? I wasn’t aware that was a milestone.”

“No, people don’t really celebrate it. But we do our own thing.”

“How is it three months?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, how do you figure?”

“Oh… It’s the day we talked about fall out boy. Remember?” You shifted awkwardly in your desk, realizing that knowing the exact date you first bonded was creepy.

“Barely.” he lied. Of course, he fucking did. He wouldn’t stop thinking about you that moment for the rest of that week. Then, he’d just think of you in general from that point on all the time. You consumed his thoughts, both during day and night. You were even in his dreams.

“We should, like, I don’t know… Hang out tonight.”

“We’ve never hung out before. What would we even do.”

“Friend things.” you sneered

“And what does that consist of.” he jabbed back.

“I don’t know, Connor. Like, use that vivid imagination of yours. Pizza and a movie. Pizza and video games. Pizza and anything. Pizza just had to be the foundation.

“Well, do you wanna go out somewhere. Or like hang out at someone’s house?”

“It’s getting cold out so we can hang at one of our houses, if you want?”

“Um, can we go to yours? My parents will be home and I don’t like to ask them things.”

“Sure, they won’t mind you’re going to be over right?”

“Um, I wasn’t going to tell them.”

“Why, are you embarrassed of me.” you joked. Connor didn’t respond right away. “Wait, are you?”

“No, of course not. It’s just…” he paused, pursing his lips, you noticed his prominent cupid’s bow. “It’s complicated.” he grumbled, “What time do you want me over for this stupid celebration.”

“Well if you think it’s stupid-”

Connor started speaking over you, “For this very awesome, cool, great, fan-fucking-tastic celebration. I misspoke.”


“Can’t wait.” he responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. But you both knew he couldn’t.

That night consisted of pizza, of course. And Connor opted for old NES games, which he beat you at every single time.

“Okay, literally fuck Excitebike! It’s so dumb you can overheat your bike?” I shouted, throwing my controller.

“You’re such a sore loser.”

“I am not! It’s just Excitebike is dumb. Let’s go back to Punch Out!, or Galaga. I’m warmed up now, and I’ll definitely win.”

“You’ve said that after every single game.”

“No, I’m serious now, my game was just off.”


“Plus, I had drawing today, so my hand was already tired.”

“Whatever you say, (Y/N).”

“I think I broke my thumb last week squeezing it between my locker.”

“Of course you did.” he taunted, trying to resist a smile. His eyes were gleaming, he was enamored. He was trying even harder to not kiss you.

“I’m going to beat you next week.”

“Next week?”

“I mean, if you’re free.” you tried to not sound desperate, but failing.

“Do you see all my other friends lining up to hang out with me?” he deadpanned.

“Then, It’s a date.”

“Date?” Connor quickly caught your phrasing, trying to understand your intention.

You froze, “You know, not an actual date. Like, a platonic date, bro.” you tried your hardest to brush it off, but failing. Again. You scolded yourself for using the term ‘bro’. But Connor let it go, though he did feel wounded.

“Got it, bro.” Sourly putting emphasis on the latter word, “Play me again so I can fucking win for the millionth time.” he said, a little too aggressively.

“You good?”

“Dandy. I just want to prove I’m good enough for you.” he accidentally professed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you inquired.

“God, just play me. That’s what I mean.”

You didn’t want to press him. The tension in the air was at an all-time high. Connor never really got snippy like this with you. I mean, yes, he did sometimes raise his voice or make a rude remark. But he’d habitually curse under his breath and apologize immediately. You always understood, knowing all the pent-up anger inside him. But then Connor seemed to relax again once you started playing Punch Out!, taking his anger out through Little Mac on King Hippo, and then the two of you went back to having fun. In Connor’s head though, he definitely planned to kiss you that night, but the way to swerved the date topic, he lost all his confidence. Taking it as you’d never see him in a romantic light. That was almost 6 months ago, and he still hasn’t made a move.

You came out of your daydream once again when Carter yelled out Uno, well a version of the word.

“Unope!” he added a P in the end for whatever reason. You decided against telling him. How were you losing to a 3-year-old for the seventh time?! He placed down a red 4, excitement in his eyes. He definitely had a red, you could see it in his eyes. You looked at your hand, filled with about a dozen reds from the draw 4s he was hitting you with. So, you decided to take your chance picking up a card from the deck. A yellow 4.

“You aren’t winning today.” you placed the card down, smirking. The 3-year-old squealed out and slapped down a yellow 7.

“Outto!!!” he cheered, the bastard winning again. You couldn’t believe he had a yellow out of everything.

You throw up your cards in a joking manner, “You don’t even know the whole alphabet!” another fit of giggles came from your nephew.

“I least he can win at Uno,” a voice came through the door. “You’re a destined loser. I don’t think you’ve ever won at anything.” Connor trudged through the door in his beat up brown jean jacket and combat boots, his nose red from the cold approaching winter air.

“False!” you yelled out, going up to Connor and giving him a bear hug. He slung an arm around you, bringing him closer to him. He rested his chin on your head, inhaling your scented shampoo. He couldn’t pick out the scent, but you reminded him he needed to wash his hair soon.

“Solitaire doesn’t count. You literally okay that by yourself.”

You pushed him away, “Whatever, shut up. I’m not a sore loser at least.”

“You totally are though?” he remarks back, “You make up excuses. You just told your nephew he doesn’t know the alphabet because you’re angry you lost.”

“I said, whatever! Shut up.” you fake yell like you’re pissed off. “Connor, this is Carter, my favorite nephew. Carter, this is Connor, my least favorite friend.” Connor waved awkwardly at the child before him, Carter got up from his chair and jumped down. He tugged on his skinny jean pant leg that was still too big because he was so lanky. His legs were skinnier than yours.

“It’s touching me.” Connor whispered to you.

“Carter wants you to pick him up. He probably wants to tell you something.”

“How do I pick it up.”

“Connor, why are you an inept alien? Like you aren’t from earth.”

Connor leans down and scoops up Carter, Carter whispering something in his ear.

“Both our names do begin with C. You are correct. Here I thought you didn’t know your alphabet.” Connor repeated what Carter told him aloud, looking over at you and raising his eyebrow. Carter whispered again, cupping his hands around his mouth so you wouldn’t hear.

“You know until L,” he paused, listening more. “Yeah, no I get it, it does get confusing at that point.” Carter continued. You couldn’t help but to burn up at the sight. Your two favorite guys. “Yeah, I’ll stop talking out loud.” you assumed Carter asked him to keep the next thing a secret. Connor starts to turn red and looks at you for a split second. Connor puts Carter down, trickery written on your nephew’s face, bashfulness on Connor’s. Carter ran into your living room, picking up train tracks and started to build.

You squeeze Connor’s thin arm, “What did he tell you?”

Connor smiled lopsidedly, “It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.” he confidently takes your hand and dragged you into the living room. The three of you spend the day playing with trains, then move to watching rug rags, then back to trains, and then finally Carter passed out fast asleep coloring with Connor at the table. You pick Carter up, leaving Connor to keep coloring.

“Is he knocked out?” Connor realizing you left, walking to the bottom of the stairs, watching you walk up them with Carter on your back.

“Yes, finally. I thought we were going to have to play trains again. A girl can only play with Thomas a number of times before she goes a little stir crazy.”

Connor catches up to you on the steps, “I can put him to bed, if you wanna clean up downstairs.” he proposes, you nodded and let Connor take Carter off your back. You watched as Carter curled up in Connor’s chest, having your stomach dropped.

Shit. You really liked Connor.

You realized you were just staring at Connor, making him shift awkwardly under your stare. “Um, I’m, uh, yeah. I’m gonna go do that.” you chuckled awkwardly, going downstairs. Mentally punching yourself in the face for being weird. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself. You start with the crayons, putting them back in the box. You picked up pictures that Carter drew. You laughed at the stick figures, most of them being Connor, him, and you. Flipping through the pictures, Carter start drawing you and Connor holding hands, then there was one of you two dancing, then the last one displayed you kissing. You smile softly, thinking about the possibility of what Carter told Connor that he blushed so furiously at. You looked over at the end of the table, realizing a turned over paper where Connor was sitting. You glanced at the stairs making sure Connor was still upstairs. You creep over to the paper, turning it over.

It was you. Where you were sitting, coloring, looking down with strands of your hair falling in front of your eyes. Eyes that seemed to sparkle, smile lines that corresponded with an closed smirk, a soft dimple marking your cheek. He made you look so beautiful. It was so…  realistic. And, just amazing.

“Don’t look at that.” Connor hissed, trying taking it out of your hands.

“This is me…” you stated, trailing off.

“It’s nothing. Let it go.” he continued, not sure if he meant the paper or the topic.

“No, I have questions.”

“I’m not playing 20/20 questions. Just forget I drew that. Rip it up.”

“What did Carter tell you.”

“I have to go, (Y/N), it’s getting late.”

“Just tell me, Connor.”

“The secret? The stupid fucking secret some 3 year old told me?”

“I wanna know the secret you’ve been keeping from me for like 6 months.”

“And what the fuck would that be.” He knew what you were getting on about.

“Tell me how you feel about me.”

Connor blushed, “I’m leaving.”

“Stop,” you run in front of the door. Placing a hand on Connor’s chest.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“Then when will you?!” You whisper shout, remembering Carter is still upstairs sleeping,

You two stared at each other, both feeling vulnerable. Connor clenched his jaw.

“Never. You’re too good for me. You’re a thousand times too good for me. I don’t deserve you. I’m a loser, a freak. And you’re, I don’t even fucking know a good word to describe you. You're… just… perfect. And I know deep down you don’t actually like me. Just let me go home. I’ve embarrassed myself enough, don’t you think.

“You’re so dense, Connor.” You grabbed the back of his head, doing what he should’ve 6 months ago. Really, what you should’ve done 9 months ago. Your lips collided together. The kiss itself was flawed: Connor kissed you back to roughly, your noses bumped, and both of you kind of smelled like wax from the crayons. But it was enough. It was more than enough for both of you. It was perfect.

“Finally.” a tiny voice said from the top of the stairs, “Took you guys long enough.” You both snapped your heads over, breaking the kiss. It’s the fucking kid.

“Talk to us when you know the alphabet.” Connor called out, kissing you lightly this time like he’d never hurt you, and he never will. Carter trotted back to his room.

“Someone needs to tuck me in again.” Carter yelled. You looked over at Connor.

“Yeah, I got it.” Connor told you, and started for the stairs. “Oh, and if isn’t obvious, I fucking love you, (Y/N).”

You rolled your eyes at his word choice, but your stomach did back flips, “I fucking love you, Murphy.”

The Perfect Gift - Sebastian Stan

Hello internet! Lately I’ve had lots of inspiration but couldn’t get the right words to write so this one shot is a little unsure. Still. enjoy!

                                SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

Summary: you just have the perfect gift for your husband.

Warnings: implied smut, shitty writing? idk


It has been exactly two years and eight months since me and Sebastian got married. Before that day we had already talked about our future as parents, we love each other so much and the idea of having a family together warms our hearts in a way impossible to explain with just a few words. In the last two months we forgot a little this baby thing, mostly because we both had a strict filming schedule and barely saw each other already but, at the same time, we never stopped trying when we had the chance to share an intimate moment after a long time apart. Therefore, two days ago Sebastian arrived to celebrate his birthday with me since I had just come home from work a week or two before him and I couldn’t be more excited to tell him that yes, I’m pregnant.

I never thought it would be so easy for the two of us after hearing stories from friends or doctors that had told us that if we ever started trying, we had to be really patient. Luckily, it wasn’t like they said and now I’m still a little incredulous about it. Being the freaking gift master since I was little, I immediately took the chance to give this amazing news as a present for Sebastian’s birthday. He’s clueless so it’s going to be a wonderful surprise. It has been a really difficult decision to decide which is the best and most creative way to tell him but after hours on internet watching pregnancy reaction videos, I have made up my mind.

This morning I have already woken him up with sweet kisses and his favourite brunch, mostly because I have left him sleep a little more. After eating in bed, I persuade him to follow me in the living room of our house to open his present. He has his child-like smile plastered on his face as soon as he hears the word -present- and I can’t be more excited to know that this time I’m sure I’ve scored. I tangle our fingers together as I get him out of the bed and pull him with me into the other room; Sebastian chuckles excitingly the moment he sees the little red box on the coffee table in front of the couch and I bite my lip to contain the happiness.

”Sit on the couch while I get my phone, I wanna remember this moment forever’’I say to him and he grins even more, his mind probably wondering to what the heck I got him that can be so dirty. I try not to laugh as he winks at me with a wiggle of his eyebrows when he sits on the couch and put the phone on the table to record the reaction.

“Admit it, it’s a pair of handcuffs’’ Sebastian laughs and I mirror him.

“I told you, after last time, you won’t see handcuffs ever again’’ I get the present in my hands and put it in his lap after pressing ‘record’ “Now, open your gift.”

Sebastian looks at me for a second smirking then proceeds to open the little box in his hands. It’s something I won’t ever forget what happens next: his brows furrow for a second as he sees the object, then he gets it in his hands carefully and reads the words written on it.

My Dad is a Hero

It takes a minute for his brain to load. His head snaps in my direction and we look in each other eyes. He knows but he’s not sure enough to say it.

“Wait.. are you- are we pregnant?”his voice is a whisper, almost trembling as his baby blue eyes are full of hope and joy. I nod mumbling a -yes- and he immediately wraps his arms around me “Oh my god, Oh my god. I’m gonna be a dad.. I’m gonna be a dad!”

His eyes are glassy and a few hot tears escape but I’m right there to wipe them away as I cradle his face in my hands to give him a short kiss on his cherry lips. He hugs me tightly to him again as he rocks the both of us happily, tears of joy streaming down our face.

“Happy birthday, love” I whisper in his ear and that’s the exact moment that I fully understand that I have hit jackpot.

Try Not To (Jungkook x Reader Fluff/Slight Smut)

Summary: “Try not to get nervous.”

(( Note: another story for the youngest member who stands on top. In this one I more so like the bickering than the actual ‘fluff’ or ‘smut’ which is so so so mild I warn you. So, idk about this one at all :(( Either way, I hope you all enoy! ))

Could you have taken any longer, holy fuck.

It was a far late into a chilly Sunday night and you were standing outside your friend’s door clutching your tote bag against your chest and curling your toes against the rubber soles of your not-so-appropriate flip flops you when sporting. A combination of that plus a thin cardigan and pajama shorts were definitely not the greatest outfit choice when in this close-to-frozen mid-February weather. In your defense, it wouldn’t have been as horrifyingly cold as it was if it weren’t for Jeon Jungkook who took his sweet as time answering the door.

Fifteen minutes to be exact.

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Stay Away From My Son

It’s me again hi :)))

So for this one it’s basically an AU where Alexander is a single dad w Philip and he’s late picking up Philip and you’re one of Philip’s teachers so you wait with him but Alex doesn’t know that so he gets defensive. :) idk how I feel about the ending but if you like this pLEASE like or reblog or send me requests

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Warnings: None :)
Word Count: 1,493
Pairings: Alexander Hamilton X Reader

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The One With the Nap Partners

Summary: Peter Parker x Reader. Request…

A/N: Okay this was my first ever Spider-Man/Peter Parker request and I was so happy to receive it so thank you so much! I did not expect the reactions I got for my last series and I’m super excited to write more about my fav cinnamon roll peter. Also sorry but I had no idea how to end this so it’s not the best ending, if you want me to carry it on let me know maybe idk?

Length: 1.1k words

Warnings: ever so slight mentions of sexy stuff?

“Okay, what did you get for number five?”

Peter snapped his head towards you, a glazed look on his face leftover from his daydream, looking like a deer caught in headlights. You noticed his stricken expression and sighed.

“Peter, are you even playing attention?”

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EXO: late night adventures


-  so he’d text you in the middle of the night bc he can’t sleep, and practically drags you out of your bed to go to the grocery store that’s opened 24/7
-  and he’s like babe…ilysm idk how you can stand me and my randomness but I really couldn’t sleep bc I kept thinking about you and tbh I was coming over anyway and I just needed an excuse
-  so now you’re drinking your third slushy and he’s talking about getting married and traveling the world with you
-  whenever you’d scoff at his wild suggestions, he’d move closer to you on the pavement and put his arm around you
-  "I’m serious. Then I wouldn’t have to take like 3 busses just to come over to your place, and we can finally have our own slushy machine to make them at 1 in the morning, jagi"

Originally posted by sehunpictures


-  he was working late in the studio one night and asked you not to wait up for him, but you thought you’d surprise him (low key you just wanted to watch him dance)
-  so after hugging you for an hour, he leads you to one of their studios since there’s no one there at this late hour, and shows you this new track they’ve been working on
-  and he’s so mesmerized by your expression and smile, and the way you’re nodding your head to the beat
-  and he’s thinking ‘why don’t I invite her to the studio more often??? …oh yeah bc I’ve got those flock of puppies to look after’
-  after spending some hours goofing off and making diss tracks about each other, he saves it onto a flash drive and sleepily heads home with you

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


-  Yixing had just come back from a long schedule in China, and he’s so happy to finally be back in your arms and your shared apartment
-  neither of you could sleep, despite the late hour, so he suggests taking you to this place he discovered while out with the boys one day
-  it’s an abandoned building, where you both sat on the roof and stared at the night sky of the city
-  he’d smile in awe as you yawn and lean your head on his shoulder, but you two would keep talking until there’s nothing left to talk about
-  he’d protectively wrap his arms around you when the sun started to rise, and whispers to you that he wants to come here every night from now on (sike, it’s too cold yixing, you’re lucky I love you)

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-  you’d just finished watching a midnight viewing of this new movie, and both of you were now standing outside the theater, with baekhyun’s lips lazily tracing your jaw and neck 

-  "y/n, what do you say we go back inside and watch another movie?“ He asks mischievously. “Didn’t you say you spent your last dollar on those twizzlers???”
-  and he’s like “well, I said nothing about paying for our tickets. Let’s go.” Lmao he’d drag you back inside and tries to act nonchalant
-  you’d pretend to be looking at the schedules for the movies and avoid all the workers until you get close enough to the entrance near the ticket line
-  he’s like an actual puppy and he’s holding your hand while running over to the nearest movie playing. It just so happened to be the same movie you just watched…nice going

Originally posted by realqcy


-  he wouldn’t do anything too wild, probably suggest a karaoke match-off when you tell him that you can’t sleep, and this is great bc he can’t focus on his work either 

-  so this is a much needed break. Plus, it’s a chance to show off his vocal skills and have you rolling your eyes
-  pulls you in his arms during duets and stares into your eyes and he’s basically serenading you
-  might take it too seriously and go full *exo chen* mode, with the dance routines and everything
-  and although he’s mostly playing their songs now, you can’t help but to sing badly along with his angelic voice and you finally understand why opposites attract  

Originally posted by exoxoolf


-  he takes you out to an amusement park and you two would spend the whole day together, not realizing that it’s REALLY late now but neither of you wanna go home 

-  so since they’re gonna be open all day and all night, might as well make it a night to remember
-  you’d ride the ferris wheel so many times, to the point of the vendor just going “look, there’s literally no one here but you so idc, yall can go on it as much as you like, just press this button and wake me up when you’re done”
-  he’d be pointing at the random buildings in the city and claim that’s your apartment, that’s where you’re gonna live next, and that’s where you’re gonna have your kids playing in the backyard
-  ofc with his arms wrapped around you, he’d keep whispering cheesy stuff in your ear and kissing you every now and then

Originally posted by defbeoms


-  not the type to do this often, but he sees you’re really stressing over your work and offers to take a walk with you around the area 

-  he’s loving the fact that no one’s awake at this hour, and it’s just you two walking peacefully, hand in hand
-  would get butterflies in his stomach when you shiver and move even closer next to him, then he’d offer his jacket and wrap it tightly around you, all while scolding you for not bringing one
-  he’d suggest stopping at a local ice cream shop and buys you your favorite flavor
-  when you try and mess with him by placing some on his nose, you better run bc you’re about to be attacked with tickles and kisses

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


-  late night adventures are a constant thing in your relationship and you couldn’t live without them, esp when he’s always suggesting random places to visit in the middle of the night, like the park near your place
-  you’d be childishly playing on the swings as he loudly cheers you on from the top of the slide
-  having dance battles in the sandpit, and flicking sand on him to mess him up (nice try, he can’t mess up even if he tries)
-  once you’ve settled down and sat on the benches, you’d cuddle into him as he quietly talks about his childhood and how he always used to come to the park and mess around
-  then ruin the moment by randomly giggling at some random memory he had and now he can’t stop slapping your knee and wheezing

Originally posted by j-jennie


-  he’d be hella sassy and tell you to bother someone else since you can’t sleep. Then he’d be like aw I took it too far, she just wants to hang out with me
-  so he’d be like alright, let’s go to the beach, jagi, bc what could go wrong this late at night? So you’d happily walk over to the beach near your shared place, and he’d immediately proceed to take off his shirt and dive into the freezing water
-  you’d take out your phone and take hella pictures of his dorky self, and threaten to post them if he doesn’t stop and come sit next to you
-  after trying aegyo and failing, he’d dry off and use your body head to warm him up bc he was too dumb to bring a change of clothes
-  it would be really peaceful, sitting closely to him and listening to the sound of the calming waves and the complaints of your freezing boyfriend

Originally posted by wooyoung

Two Ghosts (Bad Boy!Tom Holland)

Summary: In which the reader has her suspicions of Tom coming home late every night, which soon leads to sadness and distrust

Warning(s): Angst, bad boy tom (he will act different to our sweet bean tom), distrust in a relationship, this is quite short I just wanted to drabble something out

Requests are OPEN

A/N: Hello everybody! I’m really sorry about not posting any imagines lately??? School started last week and this year is my most important year of high school as I’m now in year 11! (Plus, personal stuff has been going on). But I had the urge to write a Tom Holland imagine?? so here you go! (If you wish, listen to Two Ghosts by Harry Styles  on repeat whilst reading) Part 2?? idk

“I’m home, darling.”

The voice that called out was all too familiar to you at this time of night. You pulled your phone out from under your pillow to check the time, the light making you wince at first as your eyes slowly adjusted to the screen’s brightness.

| 2:24AM |

You felt your phone slip from your fingers and onto the pillow beneath your head, allowing your own thoughts to swarm with madness. This was becoming a regular thing lately, with Tom coming home late at night and waking up past noon- you couldn’t help but have your own suspicions.

For example, he lies. ‘I’m going to work darling’, ‘Harrison needs someone to cover his shift, love, I’ll be back soon’. It was understandable every odd few times, but Tom had apparently been covering Harrison’s every shift of every day lately- including doing his own.

A light knock broke you away from your trance like thoughts, you turned on your back to see Tom peeking into the bedroom as he usually would this time of night, only this time you weren’t pretending to be asleep.

His eyes lightened when he saw your (E/C) eyes open, the light dancing over his good side as he walks in with a soft smile. Only he would allow you to see him at his softest and most delicate state, rather than his bad side. 

“You’re awake, love.” Tom almost made his statement into a question, his head lightly tilted as he drops his leather jacket onto the smooth wood that belonged to the dresser.

“That I am.” You cleared your throat after talking softly, still remaining tangled in the white sheets.

You couldn’t help but notice the new tattoos that showed past the sleeves of his white shirt that he had yet to show you. Sure, the 21 year old already had tattoos earlier; you loved them, however- these ones he hadn’t showed you or even bothered to let you know of his new tattoos at all.

“I’m glad, I missed going to sleep with you passed out.” Tom sent a smile your way, slowly taking his shirt off.

At his words, you quickly thought of how much of a hypocrite he was being in this moment, he misses going to sleep with you at the same time- yet he stays out all night for some peculiar reason.

You couldn’t help but admire your boyfriend’s naked chest, the shadows helped define them with the dimmed light of the lamp in the corner of the room. Your eyes trailed more as they would usually, in awe of your boyfriends beauty.

Tom smirked as he noticed your wandering eyes. “You alright, (Y/N)? Your eyes seem to be going all over the place.” 

You blushed a bit but scoffed playfully, not adding your own snarky remark.

Tom chuckled under his breath, turning around to unbuckle his black skinny’s, giving you a view of his muscular back. The only difference this time, was a few scratches and what looked like to be a stitched up wound on his shoulder blades.

Your eyes widened, your eyes squinting as you felt your heart sink at the sight. Those light scratches could mean one thing, or they could mean another. As for the stitch, that could mean anything. But what you did know, was that Tom was hiding something. Perhaps hiding why he is always home late.

“Tom, your back.” You whispered with a hoarse throat, sitting up lightly and the sheets falling from your frame, showing your (S/C) skin glowing in the dimmed room.

“Yeah? I’m back.” Tom hummed out with amusement, slipping his jeans down to his ankles- leaving him in his Calvin Kleins.

“No- what happened to your back?” You spoke a little louder with a frown etched onto your lips.

This made Tom turn around quickly; sucking in his bottom lip, as if to hide your eyes from staring any longer, 

“It’s nothin’ babe, me and Harrison were messing around on his motorbike, I just fell off is all.” Tom grunted, climbing into the bed slowly. 

His words were rushed at parts, causing your curiosity to flare in the pit of your stomach.

“So how come you didn’t tell me about the stitches, Tom?” You whispered, hiding your obvious pain at this situation you found yourself stuck in.

Tom turned to you, now laying down next to you. “I didn’t want you to worry, you’ve been stressed lately (Y/N/N).”

You didn’t push another statement, instead you laid down too and sighed slightly, it was true; with this situation, stress really was creeping up onto you. But wouldn’t stress be apart of anyone who was having trust issues with their boyfriend?

“Alright, Tom.” You whisper, sinking into the pillow with the taste of distrust lingering.

Tom frowns a bit and scoots closer to your smaller frame, his muscular arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer to his bare chest. Despite being bitter yourself, you couldn’t resist melting into your love’s embrace. Especially that what you needed most was in fact attention and love; to which you were getting right now.

You feel a pair of cold, chapped lips press up against your temple slowly, lingering for the perfect amount of time.

“I love you, darling.” Tom whispers, his voice sending shifters down your neck and tingles into your spine.

“I love you too,” you responded, with your voice soft and masking the broken esque behind it.

Tom snuggled into you, his hair fluttering over his forehead and his adams apple bobbing due to him gulping.

You love him, you do; that would never change. But your trust is slowly going- disintegrating into thin air full of tension.  What was the point in a relationship without trust in your partner? 

There wasn’t no point.

Wait, she understands? (College! AU)

Jun x reader (ft. Minghao)

synopsis: Jun and Minghao were having a conversation in Chinese and indirectly told you that Jun has a crush on you -without knowing that you had Chinese lessons since the age of 6. “(Chinese to English translations are in the brackets)”

word count: 1329

genre: fluff fluffy fluff // College! AU

It was unusual for the library to be this packed during school hours: sounds of doorsteps shuffling across the floor, students whispering to each other, padded bangs of books closing, and the dull beeping sound of books being borrowed. Nobody ever care that this place existed before, why is there suddenly so many people today? You thought as your gaze wandered around the library hall, searching for your friend who asked you to join her in the library to finish some homework.

Grabbing your shoulder from behind, your friend had already spotted you, she called “Y/N! Hey, we’re sitting over there.” She greeted you while pointing towards the table around the corner, with only two empty seats. “Ugh, the library is so packed today. All because of that new foreign kid.”


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Delicious  [ T.D ]

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Vampire AU 

Word Count: 2,140 (WOAH)

Warnings: Blood and violent themes. ALSO DARK-ISH TIM WHAT

A/N: No summary needed lol. Posting this  because I had so much fun writing this lmao. It was probably the most requested when I asked what AU I should write.

Also, I’m think of somehow turning this into a series so if you would like me to do that then please drop into my askbox and let me know because I’ll probably only write more of this if anyone actually wants me too. I also kinda wanna write something like this for the other boys but idk. The writing is trash please ignore. And please, please leave feedback!


The walk back home from your friends house was supposed to only be five minutes. What caused you to leave at four in the morning was beyond you but you still left anyway. Your walk was lengthened when you were suddenly grabbed from behind, yanked harshly as your attacker had pulled you to a harsh stop.

Before anyone could do anything, the old man was off of you in the blink of an eye and pushed up against the wall of a neighbouring alley. The person who had pulled the man off of you had punched him once, knocking him out cold before he had knelt down beside the limp body, placing his lips onto his neck. You could see his teeth sharpen, the only thing clearly visible, before he had sunken them into the man’s neck, blood dripping down his skin as if they were tears.

“Oh, my god.”

You stare at the sight in front of you with your jaw hanging slack and your hands shakily moving to cover your mouth in a horrid mixture of fear and disbelief. You knew that unspeakable things always happen in this city but not once did you even think that you would come across a scene like this.

Though he was mostly hidden by the shadows, you could tell he was around your age, give or take, with raven hair that fell over his forehead and eyes a glowing ocean of blues. His lips were red as a rose and stood out even under the darkness, his teeth white as pearls both of which were stained with the crimson substance that flowed through even your own veins. It wasn’t your blood, luckily.

It was a stupid decision to walk home so late at night, when the shadows were ten times darker and the streets were near empty apart from the very common criminal. Who were you kidding? It must have been the worst decision you had ever made. The streets were not empty and there were all types of people wandering the streets; this is Gotham City of course. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to find unexplainable things in an alleyway past sunset.

The boy returned your frightful gaze, wiping at his mouth with a shaking hand before stepping into the light. You couldn’t beleive what you were seeing. There was an underlying sense of familiarity that had only just almost knocked you off of your feet completely.


“Y/N, listen to me,” Your boyfriend panics, the realisation finally dawning on him. Of all the people who could have caught him at the hungriest he’s been in weeks, it had to be you. He steps towards you, his arm moving to take hold of your hand. Tim’s lips are still stained with blood, his blue eyes losing the glow that they had seconds ago. You jerk away from him.

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1-Minute Anime Reviews

This season is fantasy, fantasy…and more FANTASY~!

So what did I pick up this season? A whole lot of strange, mixed things.

Shingeki no Bahamut: Genesis (S1) & Virgin Soul (S2)

Genre: action, fantasy
Summary:  A bunch of angels and demons who try to wake up the destructive Dragon Bahamut, versus a bunch of angels and demons who try to stop said dragon from waking up…and in between them, a couple of eccentric bounty-hunters caught up in the middle of the mess. Gets even messier in S2 with a girl who turns into a dragon whenever she sees a hot guy. Fun times.
Story: B/B+
Characters: B+
Overall: B+/A-
Commentary: By the same studio that animated Yuri on Ice, except with far better budget/management because the animation for this show is generally pretty easy on the eyes from beginning to end. First season is over, and second season is currently airing; and I gotta say, while the series doesn’t bring much new to the table in terms of plot or premise, it is insanely fun and well-balanced. This is not only a show that’s done great, it’s also the kind of show that can be recommended to just about anyone. Based on a mobile game, but is surprisingly a really good standalone adaptation. Pure entertainment.

Zero Kara Hajimeru Mahou

Genre: fantasy
Summary: A hermit loli-witch leaves her cave to find her stolen spell book and runs into a witch-hating tiger-man who wants to become human. They form a contract in which he protects her until she retrieves her grimoire, and in return she’ll transform him into a human once the goal is fulfilled. 
Story: C
Characters: C+
Overall: C+
Commentary: I’m not really sure why they made an anime of this, it’s not only predictable, but also really mediocre in terms of…well, everything? But I guess the furry is kinda cute. There’s often a lapse in logic but at the very least, it’s a moderate show, so you won’t pop a vein watching it. 

Rokudenashi Mahou Koushi to Akashic Records

Genre: action, fantasy
Summary: A subpar spell caster / lazy mooch is forced to teach at a Magic Academy on his master’s order. Not only does he lose to his student in a spell fight, he’s flippant, doesn’t take bets seriously, and begrudges having to work. However, he may secretly be more talented than he lets on…
Story: C+
Characters: C+ 
Overall: C+/B-
Commentary: There were one or two entertaining moments, I have to admit; after all, the protagonist is a sly, underhanded charlatan… but the best way to describe this series is that…it feels distinctly like it belongs in the late 90s, early 2000s; a very generic anime from that particular era. That’s the kind of feeling it gives off. It’s not amazing, just barely passable. This is definitely more of a particular crowd’s kind of show (what with the sexy garters on lolis—).

KADO: The Wrong Right Answer

Genre: sci-fi, drama
Summary: A formless being from another dimension coined the Anisotrophic descends upon earth, dons on the skin of man, and offers to mankind the keys for transcending their mortal limitations. The world is at a crossroad. To rapidly advance or not? May the discussions begin.
Story: 🔥  <-fire I ate.
Characters: 🔥 🔥  <-fire burning my stomach lining.
Overall: 🔥 🔥 🔥  <-still on fire and internally screaming.
Commentary: You might have already seen my earlier review on KADO, but I essentially love/hate this show because I was led to think it was going to be a show about clever negotiations but ultimately ended with a fist fight. And while I still might recommend it just for all its obscurities, because it IS different, and could be a source of inspiration to some—I suggest viewers watch it with, not a grain, but two fist-fulls of salt and be prepared to get frustrated at some point. 

Oshitsu Kyoushi Haine

Genre: slice of life
Summary: In a fictional, Victorian-esque setting, one tiny but supremely talented tutor is summoned to the royal palace in order to groom and raise four troublesome princes into proper candidates for the throne.
Story: C+
Characters: C+
Overall: C+/B-
Commentary: Not a very creative or inspiring series, but generally relaxing, mildly entertaining and appealing enough to be a decent time-passer. Admittedly, it’s more of a visual guilt pleasure geared towards a female audience than much else. I’m kind of amused though, that super newbie seiyuus (minus Aoi) are the main cast and the more famous ones play support XD…


Genre: card games, shounen
Summary: An aloof guy (with outrageous hair) who tries hard not to stand out in a crowd in real life (are you serious?), while in virtual reality he is secretly a powerful duelist known as Playmaker. Playmaker logs onto the duel server to fight against a renegade group of duelist called the Knights of Hanoi, who are also after him because he harbors the snarky A.I. Ignis in his duel disk. Chasing after them seem to be one of Yusaku’s 3 goals…much like his 3 reasoning for everything.
Story: IDK what I even say about this, it’s typical young-shounen?
Characters: ’_’) the usual archetypes thus far with not much variation.
Commentary: I actually had to drop the show quite recently because it was just going nowhere fast (yell at me if it magically somehow becomes amazing later on) — Anyway, I gave it a good shot. I really, really liked Ignis (the only deuteragonist I actually do like? Bonus points for being voiced by Sakurai), but pretty much disliked everything else. Although to be honest, I had already disliked this show from the early concepts. It was the first time I saw the previews/trailer for a new YGO series and knew I wouldn’t like it from the get-go. Yusaku is exactly the sort of typical protagonist I’d find in an Isekai novel (most of whom, get on my nerves); and even then by comparison, he’s one of the least interesting and more awkward of the bunch. Moreover, I have watched, very literally…every single Shounen anime within the last couple of decades and this show is among the most cringy of its kind (kimoi is the word that’s in my head). I’ve never dropped a TCG show nearly as fast as this one. If I were to keep watching, it might just barely be for the TCG. (I also can’t stop chortling at the name Knights of Hanoi, I keep picturing Vietnam…And what’s with all these chuunibyou, goosebump-inducing names…)

The only good thing to come out of this is now my friend who likes Vrains can’t poke fun at me for liking certain kids shows.

Uchouten Kazoku S2

Genre: slice of (tanuki) life, fantasy
Overall: A-
Commentary: This series is already moderately famous so I won’t get too deep into it, but Uchouten 2 is just as lovely as Uchouten 1. This show is hands down my absolute favourite of the season. It’s strange, wacky, exciting, and very close to home sometimes. The themes are solid, the narrative strong, and the characters absolutely charming. It’s an overall magical account about family and personal nature, and I highly recommend it.


Genre: action, fantasy, drama
Summary: What happens when your novel creations come to life and try to confront you, the creator, as well as all of humanity? Are we also a creation of someone else? Things get a little strange and analytical in RE:Creators.
Story: B+
Characters: B+ 
Overall: B+ (thus far)
Commentary: This is an on-going show. I’m not sure how it’s going to play out in the end but so far I’m enjoying it quite a bit. They sometimes run a little too long on expositions; which to me is totally fine, because it’s the good kind of exposition—like a second wave of Log Horizon.
I came into this show expecting it to be some sort of terrible adaptation of a light novel (because the title name, seriously) but pleasantly wound up with not only an anime-original (with concepts from the creator of Black Lagoon!), but also a very serious tone for such a whimsical premise. The characters have notable depth to them and engage in a fair amount of discussions with substance…they express the kind of opinions that are so well-aligned with their nature, it gives off the sensation that they’ve broken away from being mere puppets of the script. For me, it’s always deeply interesting when characters can express themselves and act/react accordingly with an agreeable sense of logic (—in other words…my god, another rare show where characters can actually think for themselves—and this was not meant to be ironic).

A “Run”

Peter Parker x fem!reader 

Based off of this request: a smut with Peter Parker, years later he has a wife and she finds out about him being Spider-Man. And then after that, it becomes a huge steamy smut scene.  (I changed the story a little bit because I feel that if he had a wife she would already have known before any wedding happened, so in this Peter moves in with his partner of 1 year and they find out he’s Spiderman because of his odd behaviour when they live with each other. Peter & reader are like over 20)

NOTES: I am so sorry the smut is not the best tbh. It felt pretty uncomfortable writing it. Also, it’s a little short so………

Send in a request my ask is open!

Warnings: angry? Dom reader? Smut, This is my first smut so I warned you. Also way longer than any other thing I’ve written. (Also maybe the worst? IDK)

You were ecstatic! You were finally moving in with your boyfriend of 1 year, you couldn’t wait to fall asleep together and wake up in his arms. Not to mention how much more sex you guys would have. You finally opened the door to your apartment gasping at the way it looked, a smile forming on your face. You felt Peter's arms wrap around you. “It’s ours, baby! I can’t believe it!” You said breathlessly. “I know, just imagine what its gonna look like when we get everything in here! Imagine all the stuff we can do… alone… without interruptions,” he spoke in between kissing your neck. “Hey, guys! There is a ton of boxes and I can’t do it all myself.” Aunt May shouted from the hall. Peter huffed and unwrapped his arms from you to grab your hand and pull you outside. 

It’s been weeks, and you were getting frustrated, all kinds of frustrated. Peter was always staying late for work or he’d just disappear from your place to show up hours later saying he went for a “run” You started noticing this behaviour a week after you moved in. He’d come home really late and you’d have to eat dinner alone or you’d be unpacking and he’d just be gone. When it first happened you called him and texted him multiple times he’d always give a weak excuse. Then you got tired of trying and you didn’t know what the problem was so you decided if he’s just going to leave and ignore you you weren’t going to speak to him. Also, you made a rule no kissing or sex. It’s been two weeks since then. You were frustrated sexually and emotionally, you were going to ring him out the next time you saw him. He did not get to make you feel like this! You guys have started a life together and he’s ruining it in literally the first few weeks. Despite how much of a strong woman you were you couldn’t push away the small insecurity that maybe he was tired of you already and he was finding someone else.

Sitting on the couch you heard the front door open, Peter walked in carrying a backpack. “Where have you been Peter?” you said anger in your voice. 

“Uh, I was just out on a run it’s a nice night out.” he said putting down his bag and leaning on the counter.

“Huh, interesting. So why’d you need a bag?” you asked arms crossed, you were trying to make him speak, mess up, anything to confirm or deny your suspicions that he was cheating. 

“To carry water, I was out for a while, so I needed more than just one.” he laughed/scoffed.

 “Yeah, you were out for a while. You go out a lot, always for a long time.” you stood up. “I think you’re lying to me. Where do you actually go? Why do you always leave? I’m pretty sure I haven’t talked to you for a full two weeks! Do you even care?” you were yelling by now, your pent up anger and frustration getting to make its appearance. 

“Where is this coming from? Why are you so angry? I’m busy alright I have lots to do!” he yelled not quite matching your voice though. 

“I’ve been trying to get you to talk to me ever since we moved in here! I called you a bunch, then tried giving you the silence treatment but you don’t seem to care that your partner isn’t talking to you because you’re too busy. Why are you so busy Peter? Got a lot of other women to see? Huh!” There were tears streaming down your face now. He stared at you with wide eyes finally realizing that he was causing you pain. You knew that what ever was in that bag was your answer. You walked towards him fast almost stomping, he was slightly terrified and took a step back that gave you the space to reach for the bag and yank it away. 

“Y/N no!” he tried grabbing your arm so you couldn’t open it but it was too late your fury gave you super speed and you opened the bag in seconds, what you saw puzzled you. There was a red and blue suit with spider web designs, it was made of an interesting material, you grabbed it with both hands and let the bag drop. It was the Spiderman suit you saw all over the news.  

“I don’t understand, why do you have this? Are you-you Spiderman?” All anger had left your voice a deep confusion settled in its place. 

“I wanted to tell you, I just couldn’t find the right time.” he took a step towards you slowly, reaching out to touch you. You moved away, it all made sense now. The late nights home and the random runs, but why didn’t he tell you. Did he not trust you? 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! Do you not trust me? We are partners, Peter this is a thing you tell your partner! I would’ve understood and none of this would’ve happened.” You spoke with wavering anger in your voice, you couldn’t help but think about what would happen if something had happened to him, you would’ve found out then probably. When he was dead. This thought brought you to tears and you moved into Peters’ chest, he slowly wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on yours. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry I didn’t tell you and caused you pain. I just wanted you to be safe and concealed away from that world and the worry,” he whispered soothingly to you while rubbing your back.  You pushed off his chest and looked up at him. He leaned down so your lips met his, you were waiting for this for so long. You dropped the suit and wrapped your arms around him and pulling him closer, making the kiss more passionate. You pulled away to stare into his eyes.


His eyes were dark and full of want, he’d been missing your intimate moments just as much as you had. You pulled his lips onto yours, hard making the kiss harsh and needy. He gripped at your hips and then moved to your ass giving it a hard squeeze. You moaned into his mouth but pushed his hands away. “No, you don’t get to touch me,” you continued kissing him making sure his hands were by his sides. You kissed up and down his neck leaving dark purple splotches in your path. Making sure to grind your thigh into his hard on. 

You started to kiss downward making your way towards his dick. He stared at you through hooded eyes as you undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. You kept eye contact as you pulled him from his boxers and stroked him. His hips bucked forward and his hands clenched at his sides trying his best not to grab your hair and fuck your mouth. “Baby, please don’t tease me. I need this.” he panted out. You took him in your mouth and swirled your tongue bobbing your head back and forth. “Oh, fuck yes baby.” he whimpered out bucking his hips in time with your movements. You continued for awhile until you heard him speak again. “Oh god, I’m close.” he breathed, you pulled away looking into his eyes and he cried out for you to continue your assault. You stood up and took your clothes off then went to strip him, he was still panting. 

You connected your lips in a fiery kiss and dragged him to your shared room. You disconnected your lips and roughly pushed him onto the bed, crawling up his body and leaving kisses as you made your way to his mouth. You sat up and positioned yourself to ride him but he flipped you over and slid in all the way giving you no time to adjust before fucking you fast and harshly. You moaned loudly and he gave you a grunt in response. You left deep scratches down his back and pulled his hair. “Oh fuck you feel so good, I missed this.” he moaned into your ear. You clenched around him the warmth started in your stomach becoming fiery and unbearable. “Oh baby I’m so close,” you moaned. Peter reached down and started moving his hand fast on you clit hoping to bring you to your orgasm. The warmth building up exploded, and you threw your head back, you clenching around Peter caused his orgasm and he emptied himself in you. He rode out your orgasms and then pulled out and laid beside you. You cuddled into his side, his arm reaching around you to bring you closer. “I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry. Turns out I just caused you more pain.” he spoke softly and sincere. “I know Peter, I love you so much,” you whispered as sleep slowly took over. “I love you too,” You heard as you drifted off. 

In Bloom - E.D

This is an Ethan imagine/one shot based off a song from my all time favorite band, Neck Deep. I honestly feel like all I do is imagines based off of songs lmao yolo.

Summary: Ethan has doubted your relationship/himself due to his mental state, because of his issues he has broken up with you. 

Warnings: idk depression I guess? This is based off irl events 4 me recently so if its hella emo thats why lmao

For My E, come back to me soon.


Ethan’s POV:

Sometimes, at night I let it get to me

It’4:48 in the morning and I keep replaying that phone conversation in my head that happened just a few weeks ago. 

Me: “Y/N, I am so grateful you’re in my life. Everyday with you is such a blessing a-and I-I love you very much.”

Y/N: “And I love you more Ethan-so what’s going on in that head of yours? It’s two am, I know you’re feeling down.”

Me: “I’ve been thinking about my life and that includes this relationship, I-I-I just don’t know what I want.”

Y/N: Ethan, baby, you’re getting inside your head right now ple-”

Me: “No, please just understand this is for us, for you.”

Y/N: “What are you talking about Ethan?”

Why do I do these things? I push people away, I pushed her away. No Ethan, you were bad for her. She deserves so much better than you, she deserves the whole universe. You could only give her a star. You weren’t good enough for her, she was wrong thinking you were. It’s what’s best, I’m worthless to this world anyways.

Your POV:

We’re never going to put the pieces back together if you won’t let me get better

“You’re getting inside your head babe, you’ve been doing this all too much again. Have you seen your therapist?”

I asked trying to hide the trembles that were just attacking my body. This was the one of many phone calls filled with panic from Ethan since we started dating; even before that. I knew what this call was about, I just couldn’t bring myself to come to terms with it just yet. Sometimes when Ethan’s depression would just overtake his soul, he’d leave me in the dark with no explanation or warning. My mom calls this, “a level of emotional abuse” but I just call it “lost.”

Ethan: “You have the biggest heart, you are so full of love I can’t even begin to explain–you’re so sweet and so kind.” 

Me: “You’re these things too E.” 

Ethan: “Whenever I’m with you, I’m on cloud fucking nine. You’re my escape, always. I realized now that, that isn’t healthy Y/N. I need to be my escape, my hero. You shouldn’t carry this burden of mine on your shoulders.”

Me: “But E, we’ve been through hell and back. I’ve been here through everything, as for you with me. What makes you think I’d turn my back on you now?”

Ethan: “You don’t understand. I’m just not better; I haven’t been. Please don’t get me wrong. I love what we have. It’s so natural, and you’re so beautiful. But my mind-its just not.”

But that’s where he’s wrong. I hate when he just shuts himself down like this, like he’s nothing. When we first met, he told me about all the beautiful places he wanted to visit, and I was staring at him thinking “God, I’m already there.” That night we stayed up until sunrise, and I swear the stars looked so gorgeous God must have taken the glimmer in your eyes and blew it across the sky.

And when he first touched my hand, I felt it in my heart how god forsakenly awful it was going to be when I had to let it go. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d find beauty in such calloused, beat up things. But they’re strong and have held the universe. He swears he doesn’t like the way they look, but if the world was in my favor; I’d hold them until it ended.

But by far, the most incredible piece of artwork is the painting that goes on in his head. It’s filled with all sorts of different hues, but it holds the most breath-taking stories; and I’ve never been so lucky to know such gentle and exquisite brushstrokes. 

Ethan: “We talk all the time about how ‘that’s gonna be us one day’ when we see an old couple holding hands in the grocery store or when we see little kids wearing vans and beanies how that’s gonna be our little punk. I want that, and I want you Y/N, I see my future with you I just-I can’t give those things to you unless I’m better.” 

I felt my whole world come crumbling down. I couldn’t swallow, I could barely breathe. This was so selfish of me to start crying and begging him to stay. How was I suppose to go on without him, for what could be a long time. What if he moves on when he’s better and I’m still so fucking in love with him it hurts to breathe. My whole life feels like its on hold because he decided to have a mental escapade right before our sixth month…god I’m so fucking selfish.

Ethan’s POV:

“I’m sorry” I whispered trying to hold back the tears I knew were coming.

I could hear her crying on the other end. I broke her heart, I broke her fucking heart. The one girl who has always been there for me, always put me first even in her time of crisis. I was such a shit boyfriend to her it’s unreal. I was always late to dates on accident. She had to ask to buy her flowers…what guy doesn’t think to buy her flowers? Or caption on her Instagram pics? She always planned dates and hangouts too, but she always did what I wanted to do or adjusted for my taste. These are just for starters. I fucking love the girl, she’s my girl. My fucking world. I just don’t know how to relationship I guess. But fuck, when it comes down to it, I’d be bad at relationshipping if I got to smell her smell for the rest of my life or see her laugh at my turtle face. 

And then I heard a click.

“FUCK.” I yelled slamming my phone down to the ground watching it shatter, just like her heart. 

“FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.” I started throwing everything off the desks and my bed, the picture of her and I on the ground. Everything is broken because of me. Why was I born? Why is my brain like this? So full of sadness and pain? I hurt the ones around me too much.

Your POV:

Cause the truth is, you’re the only voice I wanna hear in my head

I hung up the phone so impulsively. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move, all I could do was cry. I wanted him, I needed him. I was about to get in my car and drive to where he was. 

I blame him for thinking he knew what was best for me when he is what’s best for me. He gave me his fucking heart after having it torn apart and shredded so many times, and that was always good enough for me. I shouldn’t of busted his balls so much about stupid fucking flowers. I pushed him too much. But when it comes down to it, if I had to choose between a boy with stupid red roses in his hands and an emo boy who loves to film me, with calloused hands and only two dimes to rub together…I’d choose my E. A thousand times over, I’d choose my E.

Moonflowers — Hyungwon | 3

Originally posted by kihyuik

Characters: Female Reader x Heir!Hyungwon, Minhyuk cameo

Genre/warnings: fake relationship, fluff, no warnings for this part 

Length: 4972 words

A/N: Sorry this took so long to put out, it’s quite longer than the other parts but I just don’t want the relationship to feel too flat so I tried to add a little more in-between the lines stuff but idk lol I’m also trying to balance between tumblr and ao3 now as well so, please for give me if things take a little longer now. 

I hope you all enjoy it and I apologize for any typos I missed.

Parts: one | two

You’re nose deep into your textbook when the chair across from you scrapes across the floor jolting you from your focus. Head snapping up, you have to reach up and push the glasses teetering on the tip of your nose back into position. In front of you, Hyungwon looks on with an amused and slightly apologetic look.

You thought he looked stunning in the suit at the party, but you’re shocked to silence when you realize he’s just as stunning in casual clothes. He’s wearing a plain white shirt with a long black cardigan and some black jeans. Instead of the gelled up look from the last time, his hair is now falling across his forehead, the ends slightly damp and curling. As he sits down, he places a black clutch bag on the table top and leans back in the chair, crossing his arms and legs.

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anonymous asked:

Jonsa prompt: "one more and that's it"

Sorry, anon, you were probably looking for, IDK, orgasms, but please instead have some soulmate AU angst (of the type where soulmates share dreams, unless you’re Jon, who took the night shift specifically to avoid his soulmate):

One more hour, Jon tells himself. One more and that’s it. The problem is, there’s nothing conducive to staying awake about desk work late at night. Or rather early in the morning. If he worked first or second shift, then he could go on patrol, interview people, do something interesting. Something active. Sometimes that does happen in the third shift, but not always, and not tonight. Tonight has been one hundred percent paperwork and boredom. People are always surprised when Jon tells them how much policework is just paperwork.

“Time for trash can basketball,” Pyp announces, slapping Jon on the back. “Unless you want to take a nap?” he adds, eyeing Jon.

Jon shakes his head adamantly. No napping. He’s made that mistake before. Even just a few minutes of overlap is a few too many. He rubs his hands together, mimes enthusiasm. “You just want me to take a nap because then you won’t have any real competition.”

Pyp whoops and everyone gathers around the trash can in shuffles of varying awake-ness. It’s a familiar game: they all take turns tossing crumpled paper balls into the can from increasing distances. If you miss, you lose and you’re out.

It’s a dumb game, but Jon likes the third shift guys he works with. Most are rookies stuck with the night shift until they work their way up. They’ll be glad to get out of here, to get back to a normal sleeping schedule and back to dreaming with their soulmates. Captain Mormont is always bugging Jon about moving up, getting off the career-killing graveyard shift, but Jon dug in his heels years ago: he works nights or he quits. Others are more like Jon. Cotter Pyke hates his soulmate’s guts and never wants to dream with them. Uncle Benjen, who led the night shift when Jon started at the station, didn’t have a soulmate at all. Neither did Ygritte, which had been at least part of what attracted Jon to her: that she did her own thing, was beholden to no one. That’s what Jon says, too, when people ask. They always do, especially when they learn he works at night and offer their sympathies. That must be so difficult. How lonely. You poor thing.

But Jon knows otherwise. What’s actually difficult is when he fucks up and nods off at his desk, and he’s catapulted into her dreams. Even catching a glimpse of her makes him see red–ha, ha. His body has learned to jerk awake at the first sign of her dark auburn hair. It was especially hard when she was in college and went to the occasional party, staying up late and sleeping in late enough to catch up with him. Sometimes she was still drunk enough that she tried to explain–as if he hadn’t understood her disappointment in him for exactly what it was–but in a drunk, self-absorbed, rambling way that made it clear nothing about her had really changed. He spent many of those Saturdays perpetually exhausted from trying to avoid her. Recently, too.

Grenn wins trash can basketball, like he always does–it’s his reach, Pyp claims, every single time, and argues they should institute a special penalty for him and giants like him–and by the time Jon looks at a clock again, it’s almost time to go. He and Sam organize everything to hand off to the day shift and head out together, Jon tugging down his sunglasses as they step outside.

“You’ve been more tired than usual lately,” Sam observes.

Sam’s the only one who knows about his soulmate and why he avoids her, so Jon admits the truth. “She’s started taking naps in the afternoon. It’s messing with me.”

“Maybe she wants to talk to you.”

Jon gives a short laugh. “About what? Everything’s been said.” There’s been some mistake. It can’t be you. It just can’t.

Sam gives a shrug, not committing to Jon’s interpretation of events. It’s annoying, but also very Sam in a way that makes Jon fond. Sam’s a nice guy. Nicer than him, for sure. Good at keeping an open mind, and unwilling to judge strangers on the words of friends. Jon respects that. In a weird way, he thinks that might be the reason he told Sam in the first place. As much as the memory of their first dream together makes him grind his teeth, Jon isn’t interested in a bunch of people who don’t know her, even his friends, bagging on her. Even if they would say all the things he’s thought in the past (what a bitch).

“There are people who think there aren’t any pre-existing connections between soulmates at all,” Sam offers.

Jon frowns. “How would that work?”

“They suggest that who we dream with may just be random–that people make connections based on the dreams, not because of fate or the gods or any other outside force.”

“That’s unexpectedly nihilistic of you. Don’t let Gilly hear you say that.” Jon laughs.

“I didn’t say I agreed with it,” counters Sam. “But–I don’t think it’s nihilistic at all. It’s all about what we make of it, isn’t it? We already know having a soulmate doesn’t predestine you for a life full of happiness and perfection. Case in point.” He gestures toward Jon, though he looks a little apologetic as he does.

“Hey, now,” Jon protests. “My life is just fine, thanks.”

Sam’s look is skeptical, but he doesn’t push on that front. “I’m only saying, maybe you should resolve whatever it is between you. Maybe you’re not going to get married and have five kids and live happily ever after–lots of soulmates don’t, you know, they’re best friends or mortal enemies or just someone who changes your life–but if you’re nothing to each other, that’s on you too.”

“That was her choice.”

“Yours too. You sort of let her make it, didn’t you? And you’ve avoided every opportunity to change it.”

Jon scowls. “That’s assuming she does want to talk to me at all, remember? Maybe she just really likes naps.”

“Naps are wonderful,” Sam allows, letting the subject go. “Gilly takes them in the afternoon with the baby, while I’m asleep too. It’s nice.”

“Well, go on then, enjoy your perfect life.” Jon waves Sam up to his apartment building, and smiles to take the sting out. “You deserve it.”

Sam’s words stick with Jon on his way home, churning. Four bus stops take Jon to his place, and to blissful, uninterrupted, dreamless sleep.

“She’s been here for a while. Only wanted to speak to you,” Pyp explains as Jon comes in the next day, bleary-eyed with his red-eye coffee.

“They didn’t call me?”

“She said she was happy to wait. Wouldn’t talk to anyone else.” Pyp shrugs. “Get this, though, she’s a total babe. I didn’t know you knew any babes, Snow.”

Jon tries to think of who it could be, and fails. “What’s her name?”

“Wouldn’t tell us. Weird, right? But we patted her down. She doesn’t have anything to kill you with, we’re pretty sure.”

It is pretty weird, he has to admit. Until he rounds the corner into the bullpen and sees her sitting by his desk and understands exactly why she didn’t tell anyone her name. The coffee slips from his hand and spatters on the floor as Jon, only dimly aware, sees a face he hasn’t seen in ten years but in the occasional dream.

She looks less surprised to see him. “Hi, Jon.” Sansa gives him a small, sad smile. “I need your help with something.”

[part 2]

pynch week day 8

[The first day’s prompt made me think weddings. So a week later I came up with this nonsense. I’m vaguely imagining a slight canon AU with them at some big wedding for someone super wealthy and politically important that they don’t want to be at at all. idk what this is either I’m sorry?]

“How did I know.” Adam said dryly as he walked out onto the roof.

There was Ronan Lynch, tie already discarded on the dirty pavement - that obviously was never going to last long, but Adam still felt faintly disappointed - all long legs and broad shoulders in an actual suit, looking like a male model for a bachelor party gone rogue. Figured.

 "Parrish.“ Ronan grinned, razor-sharp and clearly trouble. “C'mere, you’re pitcher.”

 "Excuse me?“

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Catch Me

Description: this is kinda based off an old demi lovato song, im not sorry and I wrote this forever ago but felt the need to post

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x reader ft Byun Baekhyun

Genre: Girl Group AU!, slightly ansgty, slightly fluff

Word Count: 3k

Originally posted by lullabyun

“Baekhyun, I don’t think you understand. I like him. I really like him, but I’m just scared to get hurt again. I’m scared to let someone in again. Last time that happened, last time I let someone in, last time I trusted someone with my heart, they broke it, shattered it into a million pieces. I just can’t go through that again. I don’t want to end up broken and hurt again. I don’t want to hand someone the power to ruin me. This time will only be worse.”

I rolled over. I didn’t open my eyes yet. Even though I knew it wasn’t going to happen I wanted to go back to sleep. I laid still another few minutes. I stayed curled up under the blanket I was given last night, but finally opened my eyes. No one else was in the living room besides me, which made sense seeing as how it was silent. I was staying in the EXO dorm. With everyone up and going, there’s no way it could be this quiet around here. I reached over my head to the end table on that side of the couch. I felt around a bit until my hand graced my phone. It was five am. I hated that I was up this early. I never woke up this early.

I attempted to go back to sleep, but after over an hour of flipping, tossing, and turning, I just gave up. I got up and went into the kitchen. I decided to make the guys coffee. It would be a nice little surprise seeing as how Junmyeon is always the one that wakes up to make it, but always complains that he has to wait for coffee. I grabbed the coffee grinds and filters from the kitchen cabinet directly above the sleek silver coffee maker. I carefully measured everything out and started it up. The clock on the wall read 6:15 AM. “That should be enough time to make the guys breakfast before they have to head out.” I confidently whispered to myself.

“You can’t let fear hold you back forever Y/n. You’re gonna have to face your fears, especially when it comes to him. If you don’t ever jump back into things and face all your fears, you’re never gonna be happy. If you continue on the way you’re going, everyone else will be happy, falling in love and you’ll be on the sidelines watching it all. He’s nothing to be afraid of. You have feelings for him. You need to tell him.”

I was almost done with everything when I heard the first bits of noise from the other side of the dorm, letting me know that the guys were starting to wake up. As I placed pieces of toast on a plate, someone came into the kitchen. I didn’t see who it was at first seeing as how my back was turned towards the task at hand, but I knew as soon as they wrapped their arms around my waist.

“This is all for us?” Junmyeon asked, resting his head on my shoulder. “Yep.” I said, reaching over to flip the pancakes I had cooking on the stove. “And there’s coffee.” Junmyeon loosened his grasp from my waist, and as soon as I turned around to face him, he wrapped me up in a proper hug. “Wow, you’re honestly the best Y/n.” He let me go soon after. He poured himself a cup of coffee, and I finished cooking the last few pancakes. As I did, a few more guys herded into the kitchen. “You made breakfast? Sweet!” Chanyeol and Baekhyun practically shouted in unison.

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way and I ruin our friendship? He still means alot to me. I don’t want to be the cause of us growing apart.”

As if on queue the rest of the guys ran into the kitchen. “I bought apple and orange juice last night, and I also made coffee this morning.” “Thank you Y/n.” Sehun said, in a low morning voice as he walked past me to get to the food I had just finished cooking. “Ah, no need to thank me. I knew today was gonna be a busy day for you guys so I wanted you to start it off right. But I’m not the best cook, so it probably isn’t even that good.” I said, pouring myself a glass of orange juice and joining everyone at the table. “Are you kidding Y/n??! This is the best thing I’ve eaten in the last two months.” Baekhyun mumbled, shoving food into his mouth. “Hey! I cook for you everyday and you never say that about what I cook.” Kyungsoo said from the opposite side of the room. “Well that’s because your food isn’t that great.” Chanyeol interjected for Baekhyun who still had his mouth slam full of food. “In that case you better not eat anything else I prepare because from here on out, it might have poison in it.” Baek’s eyes grew wide, and he almost choked on his mouthful. He took a quick sip of his juice and turned to Junmyeon. “Don’t let him poison me please!” He gave him a sly smirk. “Sorry Baekkie, you made your bed. Now you have to lay in it.” Baekhyun threw his head over and laid it on Chanyeol’s shoulder. He let out a high-pitched groan. “Why do I always let myself get into these deadly situations??!” Chuckles and giggles could be heard throughout the room. After it all died down, we all continued eating in silence.

Slowly everyone finished their food, putting their dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Eventually it was only Junmyeon and I left. He sat in front of me. We were almost done with our food, but it looked like he had stopped because he was deep in thought. He stared down at the center of the table, and he hasn’t moved his hand in several minutes. “Hey, you okay?” I asked, waving my hand in front of him. My heart fluttered as he rested his intense gaze on me. It was a few moments before he finally muttered a quick, ‘yeah’, and left out the room, leaving me all alone.

“Sometimes you have to take risks to be happy.”

Junmyeon didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day. I wracked my brain trying to remember what I might’ve said to him that upset him to the point of avoiding and not talking to me, but I just couldn’t figure it out. Things were fine at breakfast and then instantly afterwards they weren’t. I wanted to talk to Baekhyun about it. He was the only one that knew I liked him. But that’s only because apparently he heard me saying Junmyeon’s name in my sleep. He confronted me about it and the rest is history. Which honestly out of all the members, I’m sorta glad it’s him. Baekhyun is so naturally pushy and noisy that when he asks Junmyeon something for me, he doesn’t question him about why he wants to know.

“He’s not talking to me… do you know why??”

I quickly typed out the message, and sent it. I got a reply almost immediately.

“No clue, but hes been quiet all day. Somethings wrong but Idk what.”

I put my phone down. What could possibly be wrong with him? Why is he avoiding me? Here recently we haven’t been speaking much, so it’s not like I could’ve upset him with something I said. The girls and I have only been here a night. The plumbing messed up at our dorm yesterday, and we arranged to stay here with them while it gets fixed. I got here later than Yeon and Seulgi, and everyone was practically asleep, so it’s not like something I did could’ve upset him. No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn’t think up any logical reason Junmyeon was mad at me.

I sat alone on the couch thinking about everything for another hour or so until finally everyone came home. Well… almost everyone. Chanyeol and Jongdae carried in several boxes of pizza, placing them all on the dining room table. “Sorry it took so long Y/n. Junmyeon wouldn’t make his mind up on pizza toppings.” I nodded. “It’s fine.” I grabbed the plates from the kitchen and set them right beside the pizza. “Which was ridiculous, seeing as how he’s not even coming home to eat them.” My heart dropped down to my stomach. Of course he wasn’t coming home to eat dinner with the rest of us, with me. “But anyway,” Chanyeol continued. “Do you guys wanna watch a movie or something?” Throughout the room a chorus of ‘yes’ could be heard. Everyone grabbed their plates and went back into the living room. It was another ten minutes of arguing before we all decided on a movie we would all be happy with watching. I didn’t care either way. My mind was definitely somewhere else right now. I couldn’t help it. This whole situation was so nerve wracking. Why is Junmyeon so confusing? I tried my best to pay attention to the movie. It wasn’t necessarily healthy to obsess over him like I had been doing today. I managed to watch all of the movie. Jongin, who was closest to the TV, got up and put in another movie. The sun had been done for quite a while; I was ready to go to sleep even though I knew everyone else would probably want to stay up late. My focus on the second movie wasn’t as strong as it was on the first one as I slowly faded into slumber.

“Y/n, Y/n, wake up.” I heard a hoarse voice whisper from in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes. I could just barely make out the outline of Junmyeon. Am I dreaming? I thought to myself as I sat up. “No, this isn’t a dream. We need to talk.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud. “About what, and can it wait ‘til morning, I’m tired?” I yawned, stretching my arms out in front of me. Junmyeon got quiet. I looked up at him. He was towering over me, something that usually didn’t happen seeing as how we were similar in height.

“You said my name in your sleep just now.” He said. The simple sentence changing his tone from one of annoyance to something more soft and sincere. “I’m sorry.” I quipped, lowering my head and averting my gaze away from his. He bent down in front of me, and brought one finger underneath my chin. He slowly tilted my head back up, so we were making eye contact again. “Don’t be sorry. I should be the sorry one.”

I shook my head in confusion. “What do you mean?” Junmyeon switched from being bent down in front of me, to sitting criss cross on the floor. He took my hands in his. “It shouldn’t have taken me this long to tell you how I feel.” My heart began to race as he continued his words. “I don’t expect you to feel the same in the slightest. We’ve been nothing but friends since the very first day we met. I could always count on you to be there for me, whether I was ranting or getting advice from you. Somewhere along the way, I started to see you as more than a friend. I always wanted to be with you or near you. I never wanted to leave you, but I didn’t have that luxury because all I ever was to you was a friend. I thought maybe if I avoided you, my feelings would just go away. But unfortunately that’s not how it works.” Junmyeon let out a small chuckle, but continued on. “This morning when I saw you in the kitchen, I couldn’t help but think about waking up to that in the mornings. My beautiful girlfriend making breakfast, and that’s when it hit me that it could never happen because you don’t even know how I truly felt about you.”

“How exactly do you feel about me?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat as the words left my mouth.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love everything about you from the way you laugh, how cute you are when you try to be sassy, to how determined and hardworking you are, to much much more. I’ve been so scared to tell you how I feel. I didn’t know how you would react. I’ve put so much thought into this, telling you. I had so many ideas on what to say and when to tell you, but it all went out the window when I came in earlier and heard you say my name. I don’t know why, but I took that as a sign.” I couldn’t even speak. Everything that he said had stunned me into silence. I didn’t even know what to think about this, let alone give him a good enough reply, one I knew he was waiting for. “Jun.” I croaked weakly. “Yes?”

“I love you too.”