not that they ever would because they love each other too much

NSFW alphabet (Billy Hargrove)

Originally posted by xananeedscoffee

 A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

 He would just hold you close, let you sleep on his chest while he sat against the headboard watching you peacefully sleep, smoking a cigarette to help him calm down his racing heart. He would trace your arm with his hand, reaching your neck, then face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear and smiling to himself.

 B= body part (their about its body part if theirs and also their partners)

Surprisingly he loved your nose. The way it would scrunch up in distaste at something- he thought that was adorable. Sometimes he would boop you on the nose playfully just to see your face scrunch up all cute and he would just want to squish your checks and tell you how adorable you are. But it’s billy and he wouldn’t want anyone to hear him say that out loud so he sticks with calling you cute.

 "You’re so cute babe" “

Shut up” you’d blush smiling.

 C= cum (anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

 He likes to cum inside you, especially when he’s had a bad day and needs reassurance that you are there for him and not leaving, showing him you trust him and he trusts you, to have each other this close makes Billy feel safe, like he’s not going to lose you.

 D= dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

Billy has a lot of dirty secrets. He’s an angry person naturally and his thoughts of releasing his anger often included the thoughts of tying you up so you were helpless before fucking you into the next day. But he would never act on this knowing it would scare you away. 

 E= experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

 He’s pretty experienced; I mean its Billy, he’s basically sex on legs how could he not be. He always makes note of what you like and definitely knows what he’s doing.

 F= favourite position 

 Surprisingly his favourite position is missionary, sure he loves rough sex but with you he loves slow passionate sex that makes him feel like he’s living, he loves the connection you two have soon missionary and he wouldn’t swap it for the world.

G= goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Definitely serious. I feel like he takes the act of sex pretty seriously, sure he jokes around and flirts always sending you winks, but when it comes to it he’s serious.

 H= hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

Surprisingly groomed.

 I= intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

 He’s never felt intimate with anyone before, you were the first person he’s ever actually allowed himself to be intimate with; soft touches here and there, deep meaningful eye contact; whispers of your name and how much you mean to him.

“You know I love you right?” He whispered as your head lay on his chest, his hand stroking the soft skin behind your neck. 

 J= jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He would get himself off a lot, sometimes there would be weeks where you were busy; off playing soft ball or field hockey; baby sitting children on the block for extra money. Billy would be desperate for you but would have to make do with his hand and a Polaroid picture of you. 

 K= kink (one or more of their kinks)

 He can get rough, but there’s nothing that turns him on more than when you ride him in the front seat of his car. Sitting back in his seat and watching you take control while his hands dug into your hips

 L=location (favourite places to do the do)

 Definitely his car; it always gave him a sense of pride and he loved being able to sit in his car when things got too tough at home and picturing you there above him calmed him down and cheered him up. 

 M= motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 Flirting with other people. He gets jealous so easily and you know it. It pisses him off because you’re his and everyone knows it. He lets you carry on flirting with guys in front of him. He would conceal his anger as people would be watching you in shock that you, Billy’s girl was flirting with someone. They would all glance over to Billy waiting for him to beat the guy up but billy would only smirk your way, eye brows raised before picturing how you would pay for this later. 

 N= NO (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Hurt you or cause unnecessary harm. He always made sure to see if you were okay. He would never do something that would make you uncomfortable. 

 O= oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 

 As much as he loves receiving he very much loves giving. It would be his favourite thing.

 "I’m hungry" he would smirk.

 "We just ate?“

 "You don’t understand” he would whisper into your ear, hand trailing up your bare leg to trace the skin on your thigh “I’m hungry”

 P= pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

 Usually fast and rough, but on bad days where he needs reassurance Slow and sensual he would take his time admiring you and saving mental pictures in his mind to keep himself sane.

 Q= quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

 You’d have a busy life so quickies would get the both of you by until you had time for the real deal. It always made it that more special.

 R= risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc) 

 He’s normally a risk taker, but with you he doesn’t want to push you to far, occasionally he would surprise you in the bedroom but he was very happy with the way things were.

 S= stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

 I’d say he has a lot of stamina. He’s very fit and can last long, but sometimes with you it’s you much and he finds himself spent pretty quickly.

 T= toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner of themselves?)

 Nah he likes to be the cause of all your pleasure. 

 U= unfair (how much do they like to tease)

 You both tease each other alot. “God I would take you right here” he would moan. “Why don’t you?” You’d smirk “Don’t test me sweetheart” he spoke, finger tracing your leg and moving upwards making you gasp “but I have to go pick Max up from the arcade, I’ll catch you later” he would wink before removing a contact and leaving you.

 V= volume (how loud are they, what sounds they make) 

 He would try and hold back the sounds he would make, he didn’t want you to think you effected him this badly, but sometimes he couldn’t help the loud groans that escaped him.

 W= wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

 He would let his vulnerable side down in front of you. You were the only living person to ever see it apart from when his father was beating him. You would be there for him with soft touches and small kisses, hugging him tightly while you comforted him. 

 X=X-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

 Definitely Bigger than average. 

 Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

 Pretty high, he’s almost always teasing, always in the mood.

 Z= ZZZ (…how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 He doesn’t fall asleep that quickly. He normally waits for you to fall asleep before even resting his head on the pillow. He would be an over thinker, replaying events in his mind. He would watch you sleep, Focusing on your breathing until it lulled him to sleep.

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A/N: this au is my baby so please be gentle with it. if you guys wanna write stuff based on this (which i myself will eventually do) then ask me and credit me and @11wolfpup11 because she had a big part in creating this world with me. this is just a little bit of something big that i have tons of notes on so feel free to ask questions and such (: as always, enjoy! p.s. this is my first hc so idk if im doing it right o well




Alexander:

Weather Wizard


  • this boy can make the sunniest day instantly cloudy and dark if he’s in a bad mood
  • when he cries, it rains with flashing lightning and thunder that shakes the ground
  • overall, donT MAKE HIM UPSET
  • he will either strike lightning down on your ass or have a storm cloud follow you for a week
  • one time after he fought with Jefferson, he manipulated the static electricity so his hair was frizzy 
  • Thomas nearly killed him for it

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Three gifts of Christmas

Scully is given the chance to choose which life she would have lived with Mulder. Set post revival era but ignoring My Struggle II because it looks like that never happened anyway!

Multi-chapter.  WIP.  Thanks to @baronessblixen for being my beta on this and giving me your valuable insight, skill and encouragement because it’s a long time since I’ve done a longish actual thing with plot and I’m a bit rusty!

ONE

My Father used to joke that if I could, I would keep the Christmas tree up all year and truthfully he was probably right because for years and years I revelled in that most special season of love and light and hope, placing each precious glass ornament just so, as I spent hours on my Christmas handiwork; stepping back often to ensure the general aesthetic was every bit as precise as the hold and certainty I had on my life.  Cocooned as I was in an arrogance that only youth can bring I felt in control, invincible, untouchable in my own world, where possibilities seemed endless and each day still promised fulfilment.

But slowly, so slowly I barely even noticed, that same Christmas magic became tarnished; dulled by events that insidiously crept up on me over time and chipped relentlessly away at me until Christmas became shrouded with painful memories that despite my best intentions, never really allowed me to enjoy the season as I once had in the past.   And even when I finally got to share Christmas with Mulder in our little house that finally represented a sense of belonging, of the end to a journey that had damaged us both in ways I am only now beginning to fully comprehend, the shadow of all we had sacrificed to get there had still hung heavily over us, a darkness that somehow always found a way through the light to overtake us once more.

My final Christmas with Mulder had passed me by in a blur of hurt and recrimination as we both succumbed to the preceding painful years and that which had drawn us both together in the beginning finally succeeded in tearing us apart.  The one constant in my life just gone in a blur of tears and accusations and bitterness and a finality that comes only when the questions of each other became more than the answers we had the desire or capability to give.

There was no tree that year, no warmth, no gifts to exchange, no tenderness in eyes that became hungry for each other or hands that gifted each other gently, reverently and with a familiarity borne of our shared history where no matter how tough things got, we had always found a way to hold onto each other in the wake of so much collective loss.

I had left him early in the New Year.  A broken shell of a man who clung onto me like a child as he literally dropped to his knees and begged me to stay, to try again, to give him just one more chance to be who I needed him to be.  The sound of his high keening cry as I had finally walked away, mustering every reserve I had left in order to turn away from him and to finally step back into the light will live with me for the rest of my life as I ignored the voice in my head that screamed at me to not let him go, to drop to my knees beside him and gather him against me and hold him there forever, to make promises I knew deep down I could no longer keep.  

And when I walked away for that final time it was with a certainty that I had just left a piece of my soul behind me, sacrificed the one thing in my life that had ever made any sense amongst all the confusion.  That in order for me to continue living I had to destroy that which had once been the very foundation of my existence before nothing of tangible value could be salvaged, knowing that the only one who could save Mulder was himself, that while ever he had me to give validation to what he had become there was no reason for him to even try to get well, to reclaim his life.  It was possibly the biggest gamble I have ever made because truthfully, for weeks and months afterwards I barely breathed for fear of what the consequences of leaving him might be, a deep paralysing dread of a phone call that might come in the middle of the night, a sterile voice that would ask me to confirm my status as his next-of-kin, the voice dropping an octave in quiet sympathy as it informed me that finally, it was over for him; over for us.

But the call never came.

He finally found a way to drag himself back out of the abyss, to seek help, to start living again and with each small step he took, the weight of responsibility that had overshadowed us both for so long began to lift.  Tiny increments of hope and triumph and recognition that maybe there was still something that could be salvaged from the ashes of his life.  We became a unit of sorts again, more so when we began working together once more; any misgivings I might have harboured about how taking up the work again might affect him had, for the most part amounted to nothing more than a handful of gentle reminders that he still needed to be mindful of the obsession that occasionally clamoured once more to be heard and which he still needed to rationalise lest it become the all-consuming force it once had been and which had almost destroyed him.

And we became friends again.

Re-winding our partnership a couple of decades as we struggled to find a comfortable place with each other once more.  For the most part I think we have succeeded, although I know that he wants more of me that I am prepared to give right now.  I see it in the way I catch him looking at me sometimes, the way he still places a hand to the small of my back, lingering just slightly longer than is absolutely necessary and more recently, I see the sadness that radiates from him that I will only allow him to be a part of my life on my terms.  The way he tried so hard to reach me after we lost Mom, never pushing me too hard he made it abundantly clear that he was there in whatever capacity I needed him to be; that I had no reason to be alone.

But as I once told someone long ago, loneliness is a choice.

Right now, it seems like the only choice I can take to keep me safe, to protect myself from more potential heartache that I simply don’t think I could even begin to recover from if history repeated itself and I find myself wishing sometimes that I had a chance to do my life over, to do things differently; decades of choices that led me to where I am now, curled miserably beneath a soft blanket in my featureless apartment, unable to feel warm because he isn’t here, afraid I will never feel warm again for fear of letting him back in.

There is no Christmas tree. No sparkling lights or bright be-ribboned packages waiting to be unwrapped with excited hands and joyful smiles. No family to cater for or to fill the air with the unique expectation that Christmas can bring and it’s my choice; the only choice I feel I can realistically make right now.

He had placed his palm against my cheek, his eyes soft and warm as he had implored me to come back to the house, to not spend  alone this first Christmas without the comforting presence of my Mom who somehow had always found a way to put me back together again if only for a couple of days.

But I had refused.  I had made my choice, ignoring the hurt that had flared briefly in that beloved face I know so well.

Just one more choice to add to the regrets that had heaped up over the years.

Choices I wish I could do over, but I know better than anyone that second chances rarely come and I feel the tears that begin to burn beneath my closed lids as I pull the woollen blanket tighter around me and wait for sleep to claim me.

To be continued.

i say “straight cis men are spoiled, that’s all. spoiled brats.”

my father bristles. “oh, so i can say the reverse of that? how would you feel if i called your entire gender something like that?”

like what? like bitch? like hysterical? like keep your voice down, don’t get crazy, don’t be one of those girls, come on, just say yes to me. like what? like needy, like over-emotional, like high maintenance? 

i say, “i know what it feels like.”

he says, “men just want things and you’re pretending being denied those things doesn’t hurt.”

oh i know it hurts. but when i hurt, i hurt myself. i cut into the lip of my body and rip out all the good things. when i hurt, i blame myself. when boys around me hurt, they hurt me. come at me with fists and knives and screaming. trap me on trains while they shout names at me. lock me in the car when i try to leave. hold me down and ignore the begging.

i say, “it does. but, while women can be toxic and abusive, i find that denying a man something is like telling a spoiled child they can’t have a toy for being good.”

on my tongue are stories that don’t seem to break the pattern. stories i know other women have. men who wanted me because i was nice to them, men who wanted me because they were nice to me, men who turned equally quickly into beasts, howling about their lacking, how i owed them, how they could take advantage of me, how, like bread and water, they were starved of me. of course i should give in, how dare i let them go hungry, how selfish it was of me. 

my father says, “when. there are tons of perfectly fine men and just as many bad women. you’ve worked in retail. you’ve complained about them.”

oh, yes. i’ve had my humanity dragged through the dirt by that-kind-of-haircut, by “speak to your manager”, by still-in-the-store-an-hour-after-closing. i’ve been screamed at and serenaded by swear words. i’ve had women look like they were about to pop a blood vessel. 

none of those women ever followed me to a car. none of those women ever wrote down my name just to find me on facebook. none of those women ever followed me home, sniffed at my neck, told me how pretty i’d look naked. oh, i’m sure they wanted to kill me. but they didn’t make it about how much they’d debase me. it was a clean threat, a cold knife. 

it’s a hard thing to explain. that i knew if these women went for me, it wasn’t because of my gender, and that made those threats differ. the same way that if they had been threatening me for being gay, it would have been scary. i was just in the wrong place when they hated me. they didn’t hate me because of my identity.

i clear my throat. “a spoiled woman wants what i’m not giving her, sure. but i can usually calm her down by helping and understanding. and we’re talking about the difference between being denied an object and being denied access to my body.”

my father snorts. “i think you’re blowing this out of proportion.” 

there’s an entire group of men on reddit that we’ve just come to accept as thinking of women as objects. it’s not a small group, either, but what are you going to do. they write each other novels about how women are all animals who need to be controlled, how they’re “involuntarily celibate”, that we’ve denied them all. and how somehow, that denial is our fault. there’s been murders because men were mad they couldn’t have women. mass murders. serial murders. and so many of them were straight violence: not for the intention of killing, but of dragging out the sorrow of it. did you know rape isn’t about sex, it’s about power.

my mouth hurts. i tell him, “you should see how they act when you’re in a position of power above them.” 

how they are when they find out a hispanic female got the job. how they are when it’s me, and i’m not even five foot three, and they know they can intimidate me. how it is when they raise voices over me, and sit on my desk, and come into my room without asking, and ask who i blew in order to get here, and ask to see my resume because obviously i was given the job for diversity and not my three years experience, and ask if i’d be their office affair, and stretch themselves to expand, like a balloon, filling, filling. how their voices pop, “stole my job,” “affirmative action is reverse racism,” “i’m going to bend her over one of these days and show her who’s boss.”

my father shrugs. “if it bothers you so much, stop listening to them.”

in three days from this conversation, one of my friends will text me that a guy pulled a knife on her in a bar because she said no. in two days from this conversation, i will have someone pull up my skirt. on the day of this conversation, three of my friends and i will get wine drunk and cackle over white boys texting and their dick pics and demands for love. when they say things like “you’re a slut and i fucking hate you and i hope you die” when she says no, we laugh. when my skirt comes up, i laugh. when my friend is at knifepoint, she laughs.

did you know laughter is a fear response. 

to my father i say, “just watch. watch what happens when a woman says no.”

he shakes his head. “god, where do you even get this stuff?”

i want to live in a world where i got this from nowhere. where it’s just a figment. where i’ve never met men in the wild, only read about them, and their hands, and their ability to take things from me without feeling sorry. i want to live in a world where other women are confused about the accusations, haven’t experienced the same thing, or haven’t heard the same thing from the women close to them. i want to live in a world where it’s fake, because they treat us like it’s fake; instead of living where it’s this giant open secret like a blood boil, pulsing, a shush of things we’ve learned to answer with laughing, a big burn mark we’ve all been through but is somehow not counted as scarring. i want to live in a world where i’m making up my experiences for want of them; where i’ve never been kissed or touched or groped without my permission, where i don’t fear trains and enclosed spaces. the world i see so many men live in; where it might be a concern on their periphery, but not enough to warrant attention.

“you’d see it too,” i say through his words, “if you just stopped and listened.”

Envy

Pairing; Jeon Jungkook  x Reader

Words; 4.2k

Genre; Smut with a plot 

Summary;  ❝Envy is the art of counting another’s blessing instead of your own❞

Aka; Jungkook is envious of your new relationship after he rejected your feelings

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;the touch of silk (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader, sugar daddy! yoongi, vampire! yoongi
genre/warnings: smut, romance, blood mentions, but nothing too crazy, dirty talk, dom! Yoongi
words: 14,221

:: summary— in a world where vampires coexist with the living, there are many humans looking for a cheap thrill…you’re ashamed to admit you’re curious too, putting to good use a dating app you find…but Min Yoongi is nothing like you imagined a vampire to be…

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Livestreaming//Finn Wolfhard x reader

Fuck so this is my first ever imagine here and I apologize if it’s shitty yikessss. 

Thank you for 200 followers by the way! This is my gift from me, to all of you. 

Warnings: None lol, just pure fluff


You and Finn have been best friends for almost two years now. You guys first met on the set of Stranger Things and since then you have been inseparable. You guys got a long so well that sometimes people mistake you two as a couple. You and Finn are aware of the fans shipping you two and you honestly didn’t mind because well, you like Finn. I mean, what’s not to like about him anyway? He’s sweet, caring, and kind. What more could you want?

Millie was the first one to notice that you liked Finn. You didn’t know how because you made sure to not be obvious about it. Millie was great at reading people, she considered it as one of her talents. She always pushed you to tell Finn about your feelings for him because she believes that Finn felt the same way. You didn’t believe that though, it was crazy. How could Finn Wolfhard like you? It was just too wild so you constantly brushed that idea away whenever it came up.


After promoting season two of Stranger Things, you and the rest of the cast were given a break. Finn invited you to spend the break with him in Vancouver to which you happily accepted. 

“Can you get your foot off of my face? Gosh you dick.” You said jokingly as you pushed Finn’s foot away from you face. You guys were laying opposite from each other on Finn’s bed, just hanging out and talking about random things. 

“You’re so rude.” Finn replied as he continued to place his foot on your face. 

“Says the person constantly placing their foot on my face.” You rolled your eyes playfully as you continued to push Finn’s foot away.

“Hey I know,” Finn suddenly bolts up and sits down, “We should do a livestream! We can sing together and answer questions!” Finn smiled as he proposed his idea to you. 

“I’m okay with livestreaming, but can we not sing? I don’t even sing well.” You said you continue to lay down on Finn’s bed. Finn loves the way you sing, he’s been trying to get you to sing with an audience, but you weren’t so keen to the idea. That doesn’t stop him from suggesting it every once in awhile though. 

“Oh come on, Y/N! You sing great, I wouldn’t be constantly bothering you to sing if you weren’t good!” Your best friend said as he shook your leg, “Come on pleaaasssseee?” 

“Fine, just one song though.” You say as you sit up. 

Finn smiled so widely which caused you to smile too, his smile was contagious. 

“That’s enough for me.” Finn got out of his bed to go get his guitar. You grabbed your phone which was placed on Finn’s night stand and opened Instagram. In a few minutes, Finn was back with his guitar. He then sits beside you and you give him your phone. Finn quickly switches out of your account to his account and he then starts the livestream. Viewers rolled in the stream in no time. He then places your phone on his nightstand so he didn’t have to hold it during the stream. 

“Hey guys so, Y/N and I decided to livestream because we’re bored and guess whattttt.” Finn said and comments saying “What” started pouring in. “Y/N and I are going to be taking song requests so go ahead and request!”

“Uhm requests? I thought we agreed on doing only one song?” 

“Sorry nope, change of plans Y/N, we’re singing our heart out today.” Finn said with a teasing wink which made you roll your eyes. 

“Why are you like this? You’re so annoying.” You said while jokingly pushing Finn away from you.

“You love me though.”

“No I hate you.”

You both didn’t notice but every time you spoke to each other, the closer you sat together. With every word spoken, you and Finn scoot closer to each other.

@strangerthingsfansxxx: fuCK I SHIP THIS SO MUCH Y’ALL DON’T EVEN TRY TO FIGHT ME ABOUT THIS

milliebobbybrown: you guys are so cute!!!!

wyattoleff: “we’re just friends!12!!!21212!1″ 

jackdgrazer: just date already smh

You and Finn leaned in closer to your phone’s screen and read everyone’s comments. 

ahoeforstrangerthings: okay but every time they talk, they scoot closer to each other fuck THIS IS THE TYPE OF CONTENT LIVE FOR

You and Finn both read the same comment and quickly scooted away from each other. You tried to play it cool, but you were slowly losing it. Your hands were getting clammy and your heartbeat was slowly rising. Finn on the other hand was blushing crazy.

“OKKKKAYYY, so a lot of people requested for Girl Crush by Little Big Town so we’ll do that.” Finn said while getting his guitar ready, you quickly look at him and saw that his face was red. You cleared your throat and started singing as soon as Finn strummed the first chord to the song. Finn would harmonize with you every now and then.

dontfuckpennywise: funny how Finn chose to do this song ;)

sophialillis: you guys sing so good together damn sOMEOEN GIVE THEM A RECORD DEAL

A few minutes later, you and Finn finished singing the song. Everyone was cheering in the comments which made you smile. 

“Alright that’s enough songs for today, I told Y/N we’d only do one song. Don’t worry though, I’m going to try and convince her to do more song covers in the future.” Finn teased as he turned his face towards you to give you a smirk. 

“That won’t happen sir, not on my watch.” You reply while smiling at Finn. You two kind of stared at each other’s eyes for a few seconds. There was this electrifying feeling coursing through the both of you, but you didn’t know why you felt that way. 

uncle_jezzy: electricity

strangestthings: OH SHIT MOTHER STEVE JSUT SAID ELECTRICITY JDNFJSVDNFVJNJDFNV 

(YourShipName)isreal: JOE APPROVES

Finn looks through the comments again and sees Joe Keery’s comment, he turns red as he mouths the word ‘electricity.’ You choked on your saliva as you read Joe’s comment, but you played it cool by acting as if you were just coughing.

“Okay we’ll take questions now, go crazy but not too crazy with the comments you guys.” You say as you looked at your phone screen searching for good questions.

gatenm123: i miss you guys!! when are you guys planning on visiting me? :DDDD

“We miss you too and we’re planning on visiting you for sure, Gaten. We just don’t know when yet. We’ll let you know.” Finn said and you nodded in agreement. 

cuddlesand(YourShipName): are you guys dating? ;)

“NOPE! JUST FRIENDS!” You and Finn said simultaneously as you came across the question from @//cuddlesand(YourShipName). You found it quite interesting how the both of you replied at the same time at the same comment, but decided to dismiss it. Surely it was just a coincidence, right?

“I’m so cold what the hell? Can you change the temperature of thermostat please?” You asked Finn as you rubbed your hands on your arms in an attempt to warm yourself up.

“The thermostat is all the way downstairs, that’s a lot of work. Here just-” Finn turns around and tugs on his bed’s comforter, “Here.” Finn covers the both of you with his comforter which helped with the temperature situation. 

“Better?” 

“Yeah, better. Thank you, Finnie.” 

“Stop that.” You laughed as Finn rolled his eyes as a joke, he secretly loved when you called him Finnie.

The fans freaked out, both of you were sure that there will be edits of you two all over the internet after the livestream and you didn’t mind at all.

thestrangestofthings: are you guys sure that you’re just friends? I mean come on!!! Look at you guys!! 

As you read @//thestrangestofthings’s comment, you couldn’t help but remember Millie’s advice: “Just tell him how you feel Y/N.” Millie’s voice echoed inside your head.

“Finn doesn’t like me like that, you guys.” You say as you effortlessly hid your disappointment, you were an actor after all.

“What if you’re wrong?” Finn suddenly blurted out while turning towards you and looking at you straight in the eyes.

The comments section exploded.

“What do you mean wrong? I… I don’t under-”

“Well, what if I do like you, Y/N? What if I told you right now that I have liked you for two years now? What if I told you that when I first met you, I immediately liked you, and not just friend like, you know… like…like.”

You stared at Finn, tears of joy threatened to spill out of you as you stared at each other. You couldn’t believe what he was saying, there was just now way.

(YSN)kisses: HOOOOOOLLLY SHIT HOOOLLLY SHITJDFNGJSDFJGNHFGH

therealcalebmclaughlin: I owe The Duffer Brothers $20 

sadiesink_: @//therealcalebmclaughlin you and the duffer brothers were betting? lollllll

You slowly processed everything that Finn just said, it was hard for you to accept it but slowly you digested the new information.

“Well Finnie, what if I told you that I too have liked you for about two years now.”

therealcalebmclaughlin: we been knew sis

noahschnapp: this is old news 

mikessweaters: LMFAO CALEB IM CKMKFGdfdf

If smiles could actually melt a person, you would be melting now. Finn was beaming at you. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He couldn’t believe that the girl he has liked for two years feels the same way. Never in Finn’s wildest dreams thought Y/N would ever feel the same way. To Finn, this whole thing felt like a dream.

beepbeeptozier: get you a man that looks at you the way Finn looks at Y/N

Finn scoots closer to you and you do the same causing the small gap between you two to disappear. You were dangerously close to each other now, but you both didn’t seem to mind. In fact, you liked how close you were. You faced each other your foreheads touching.

elevenloveseggos: ARE THEY GOING TO KISS WHAY THE FUCKELKFOGOVLLFLFKFKFF

Finn gently places his hand on your cheek and begins to lean in. The next thing you know, you were also leaning in. 

jaedenwesley: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

milliebobbybrown: oH MY GOSH

Before you two actually kissed, your phone falls off Finn’s nightstand. You were glad that that happened. you didn’t want three thousand or more people to watch you and Finn kiss. You felt selfish for wanting to have that moment all to yourself, but you didn’t care. All that matters now is that your best friend feels the same way and that Millie was right all along. 

The kiss felt magical, all the cliche story or movie descriptions of how a kiss should feel like were actually accurate. You felt sparks everywhere and you felt like you were going to explode. The world stops for a second or two and it was just you and Finn for a little while. A few seconds later, you and Finn pull away from each other. 

“Holy shit.” said Finn while smiling from ear to ear.

“Holy shit indeed.” You reply with a giggle. You quickly pick up your phone from the floor and looked through the comments: 

gatenm123: bet you they kissed

jackdgrazer: of course they did @//gatenm123 no doubt about that ;)

janehoppereggo: IM SO HAPPY THAT MY SHIP IS REAL FUCK I LOVE MY CHILDREN WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL

sophialillis: pay up @//chosenjacobs

“Alright thanks for watching you guys! Sorry about that whole mess… yikes.” You say as your face flushed. 

“We’ll do another livestream tomorrow, we’ll sing more songs, I promise. Bye!!!” 

Before Finn ended the livestream there was one more comment:

dkharbour: no funny business after this livestream. You know what I mean.

First Kisses

Their first kiss wasn’t spectacular. No one stood in the background, waiting to light off fireworks while hordes of people cheered and applauded. There was no performance at all, really.

The fact of the matter is that their first kiss was on a Tuesday night, and Draco was making Harry stay up with him to study for a Defense Against the Dark Arts exam they had the next morning. They were the only ones in the common room. But Harry looked at the clock and realized it wasn’t Tuesday night anymore, it was actually Wednesday morning, and somehow during their studying they’d slumped over onto each other, eyelids weighed down with sleep. The fire had all but burned out, the glowing coals casting a dim orange light across the two boys on the overstuffed sofa…

It wasn’t spectacular. They just sort of… fell together, I suppose, melting into each other, and Harry wasn’t sure where his mouth ended and Draco’s began anymore. He kept falling. Harry hoped he’d never hit the ground.


Their first kiss was in the rain after Harry and Draco were both shit-faced drunk, stumbling out of the bar while still swaying in time to the pumping music inside. Harry’s glasses were askew, and his cheeks were flushed, and god, his pupils were so dilated… Draco had intended on mapping out every corner of Harry’s face so he could remember it later when he went home alone like usual, but when he straightened Harry’s glasses for him, his hands lingered against his cheeks, thumbs tracing Harry’s lips. Their foreheads pressed together. He could feel Harry’s breath against his mouth and when he finally closed the remaining space between them, Harry’s wand shot out sparks and singed Draco’s coat. If you weren’t looking closely as you walked past them in the dark, you’d think it was one cloaked figure, standing very still outside the crowded bar.

Draco didn’t go home alone ever again after that night.


Their first kiss was in the eighth-year common room, surrounded by friends who had all had far too much firewhiskey to drink. It was Harry’s turn, and his face was already beet red. He wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or from what was about to happen, but he wasn’t sure that mattered right now. He spun the bottle as hard as it would go. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and the bottle just kept going… There was no way there wasn’t magic involved in how long it took it to stop spinning. Maybe he was so drunk, it had stopped spinning hours ago and he just hadn’t noticed.

The room went silent.

Harry was particularly aware of the fact that there was a floor beneath him, and something else underneath, and he felt entirely too heavy to hold up. He looked at who the bottle pointed towards and wished the floorboards would give way to send him plummeting into whatever room was beneath them.

And Ron was assuring him that no, if he really didn’t want to, he didn’t have to do it, but Pansy started chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and made everyone else join in. Hell, even Hermione was pumping her fists and chanting, and all of the blood in Harry’s body rushed to his head. He was most definitely a deep shade of scarlet now.

He looked up from his lap, though, and inches in front of him was the one person he never thought he’d touch in a way that wasn’t with malintent, and his eyes were already closed.

Draco tasted like peppermint and booze. The first time, at least.


Their first kiss was full of fire and anger and sweat, and they were seventeen. There was no one left in the showers after Slytherin lost another Quidditch match to Gryffindor, and Draco was convinced Harry had cheated. He’d almost had the snitch. He could have beat him for the first time in his life. Draco punched first, hitting the hard brick wall and bloodying his knuckles when Harry ducked out of the way. Harry’s face was covered in dirt and neither of them had much in the way of a hairstyle after playing out in a rainstorm for several hours. But Draco couldn’t think about Harry’s unkempt hair or muddy face right now, because somehow Harry had pinned him up against the wall, breathing hard and muttering something about how Draco should think very hard about what he did next…

Harry had hickeys landscaped across his chest for days.


Their first kiss was confusing for both of them. Of course Snape had paired them together for potions again, and Harry was prepared to sit back and let Draco do all the work again, but they were being watched so Draco thrust into Harry’s arms some things to chop up that had nothing to do with what they were brewing. Harry was getting a Dreadful in this class and he wasn’t sure how he was going to finish school if he flunked out.

“I’ll help you,” Draco mumbled, and Harry became aware that he had somehow managed to say all of this out loud.

“You’ll what?” asked Harry, dumbfounded.

“I said I’ll help you, you git,” Draco sneered, “McGonagall wants me to do something for the less fortunate because it might help me get a job when we get out of here.”

So Harry agreed, and for two hours on Saturday nights Harry and Draco had a scheduled slot of time to argue study. They’d never spent time alone together though, at least not for this long, and Harry began to notice little things about Draco. Like how when Draco was thinking hard about something, he flossed his hands through his hair, pulling it all off of his forehead and accentuating his widow’s peak. He looked like a blond vampire like that. It was a good look on him.

“What did you just say?” questioned Draco, one eyebrow raised. Harry had thought out loud again. Shit. He tried to think of something to cover up what he’d just said, but it was all out in the open now. He couldn’t backtrack on something like that. Draco looked beyond pleased with himself, and Harry felt his jaw clench. That git.

God, Draco got under his skin, but here, in the empty potions classroom, alone, he looked…

God.

He got under his skin so much that skin was all Harry could think about now. Draco’s skin. It was softer than he’d ever imagined. And his lips were another story.


And that’s what I love about fanfiction. The fact that we can write into existence hundreds of first kiss, each one unique in it’s own way, but each one dripping with more magic than anything you can cast with your wand. Each one the jumping off point for an infinite universe of stories, love, heartbreak, and laughter. So here’s to beginnings. Here’s to more first kisses.


Thank you @parkkate for reminding me of the post I made a few months ago that fell along this line! I figured I’d have at it once again like I did with the other post I made yesterday since I don’t really remember anything I wrote last time! 

Are You Going To Be An Overprotective Baby Brother?

Pairing: Steve x Henderson!reader 

Request:  Could you do a Steve Harrington imagine of being Dustin’s older sister and prior to the monsters you ignored Steve even though he always tried to flirt because you’re pretty and smart but you’re also snarky and friends with Nancy and Jonathan and BFFs with Dustin and all his friends love you and post monsters with Dustin and Steve’s bromance you start to be friends with him and Dustin notices he likes you and gives Steve a overprotective baby brother speech? You can decide if he makes a move  

Warnings: fluff, a few swear words

A/N: Omg I love this prompt so much! Also, I have a requested El x reader coming out sometime in the next few days :)

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After Palmetto, Andrew signed on to a good pro team and played there for 3 seasons before he and Neil get married bc they’re in love for legal rights or whatever

  • The fact that Andrew Minyard was married came as a surprise to literally all of his teammates.
  • There hadn’t even been an engagement that the team knew of.
  • Andrew had simply shown up after the off season with a ring on his left hand.
  • One of the new teammates, who’d had the least amount of experience dealing with Andrew was the one to ask if it was a wedding ring.
  • “What the fuck else would it be?” Andrew replies
    • probably the most some of his teammates had heard him say since he’d started playing for them three years ago
    • Everyone sits in the lounge gaping at him until  Andrew sighed and finally confirmed their suspicions, “Yes it’s a wedding ring.”
  • The captain was the first to get her act together and cleared her throat awkwardly. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.  Congrats, though, that’s awesome.”
  • Andrew just like nods in her direction
  • Another young teammate asks “What’s her name?”
  • “Or his,” says the only teammate Andrew doesn’t actually hate
  • Andrew answers “It’s none of your business.”
  • Their coach is like “While I love this enthralling discussion of Minyard’s personal life, we need to focus on what I actually pay you to do.”
  • And then they go back to focusing on exy and Andrew being married isn’t really brought up again but everyone remembers
  • UNTIL

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Forever?

               “No, you utter moron.” Draco snarled out in a whisper. “The instructions clearly read to add one bat spleen not two.”

               It took a lot of self-control for Harry to reign in the urge to commit murder. There were too many witnesses and Snape would probably enact revenge before he could even blink. He had thought that maybe after the war things would mellow down between the two of them, but it would seem that arguing was the only familiar action either of them could resort to.

               “If your ginormous head and ego wasn’t in the way, I might have been able to see that.”

               Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously as he wondered if Snape would look the other way if he just dunked Potter’s head in the cauldron. It would have to improve the Gryffindor’s stupidly handsome appearance. Part of him—a small part—didn’t want to fight with the brunette but the rest of him loved the normalcy to it. The simple but yet established argufy.

               “I will have you know that my ego could do with more inflation and my head is proportionate to my body.” The ‘unlike yours’ was left out but Draco felt as if his point had been met.

               That had Harry arching a lone brow. “If you inflate your ego any more than it already is, I fear what will happen to the rest of us. We will be collateral damage to your impending disaster.”

               “Salazar, I swear if you don’t start improving our potion instead of standing around like the gaping fool that you are, I will—”

               “You’ll what?” Harry interrupted, folding his arms across his chest and glaring angrily.

               “Potter, quit talking and actually participate in today’s potion.” Snape’s voice rang out, catching the rest of the class’ attention.

               Before Harry could point out that Malfoy had been talking too, the man continued with a smirk. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

               For a brief—nearly minuscule—moment, Harry thought about telling the man exactly what he thought of his unfair treatment, but common sense kicked in and he wisely kept his mouth shut. He had also thought that the man would improve after nearly dying but of course that was just asking too much.

               It wasn’t until Snape turned around that Harry looked back to the potion. He pointedly ignored Malfoy’s smug smirk.

               “Karma; such a beautiful thing.” Draco whispered, loving the way the brunette clenched his jaw angrily. Merlin, he never felt more alive than when he was baiting Potter.

               “I fucking hate you.” Harry whispered back, shaking his head firmly when the smirk widened. He was too distracted by the Slytherin’s pretentious but perfect teeth that it wasn’t until the cauldron emitted a horrible smell that he knew a mistake had been made.

               “I deserve an Order of Merlin for having to deal with you.” Draco growled as he shoved the other boy to the side and began trying to fix whatever the idiot just did.

               “Hey!”

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Knight in Shining Armor (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Requested by: @cometoceantrenches ( Okie since you take requests, is it okay if you write smth with our boi Steve where the reader drops off their younger sister at the Snow Ball the same time Steve drops off Dustin but Steve offers to take the reader home but they end up at a cafe or smth and talk abt the crazy stuff that happened (fighting the demodogs and all that) and end up confessing to each other?? im sorry if its long af, you just write rlly well *ugly cries*)

Summary: While waiting for the Snow Ball to end, Steve and you catch up at a local cafe where they recount the events of the demo-dogs, and then conversation becomes personal.

Word Count: 3013

Warnings: fluffy af and some smooches. Also get’s a bit emotional towards the end. lets also assume he’s always ooc to me

Note: if there is another gif that kills me it’s also this one!  I kind of just a little went overboard and it’s pretty long but I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Enjoy!!!

Minor Spoilers of Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

“Do I look okay?” your sister Jen asked for the 100th time from the backseat of your mother’s car. You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look at her.

“You look great, Jen,” you replied.

“You didn’t even look!” she cried.

For perhaps the third time you spun yourself around to take a look at your sister who was all dolled up and ready for the Snow ball.

“You look beautiful, now stop asking and stop touching your hair,” you slapped her hand away lightly, she flinched and grumbled. You knew she had a crush on one of the boys there, she just wouldn’t tell you who it was. But by how nervous she was, and how she was acting, you knew what was bothering her.

“Hey…whoever this boy you’re crushing over…he’s gonna think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room okay? And he’s going to ask you to dance,” you said, fixing her hair for her. Jen blushed.

“And if he doesn’t?”

You scoffed, “Then he’s a damn idiot, and you’re too good for him,” Jen let out a laugh. Your mother glanced at you two before pulling up in front of the school, behind another car who was dropping off their kid.

Unfortunately for you, your mother had wanted you to stick around the parking lot all night and wait for the Snow ball to end. Also, it was really, really cold out there. But, you didn’t want your mom to worry over Jen all night, so you agreed to stay. You would find something to do, even if that included freezing to death.

Death. Hah. That word honestly didn’t even faze you that much anymore, not after what had occurred in the past month. Images of alien like dog creatures Dustin had called ‘Demo-dogs’ flashed through your mind, especially of the one he called ‘Dart’ who nearly chewed your face off. And then there was that girl with the slicked back hair who everyone seemed to recognize except for you and Steve. Apparently, she had superpowers and helped close the gate and saved the world or something. You honestly didn’t know what to believe, or even do with all this newfound information.

You guessed life would just go on eventually, and somehow you’d manage to live past it.

You stood next to your sister, both of you waving good-bye to your mother, who yelled, “Have a good time and be safe!” before driving off and out of the drop-off zone. Jen sighed, flattening down her light pink dress.

“Are you really going to stay out here all night?” Jen asked as you both walked towards the entrance, you shrugged.

“It’ll be fun- staying out here all by myself in the freezing cold in order to avoid my past middle school teachers trying to catch up with me,” Jen laughed, stopping in front of the entrance and turning to face you.

“Are you sure I look okay, (y/n)?”

You glared slightly at her, pretty sure she’s just taking in the compliments, but you just smiled and held a thumbs up. Jen was about to speak before her eyes caught something behind you. Her cheeks suddenly turned the same color as her dress. You raised a brow, and turned around, seeing who had made her all flustered.

“Dustin?” you asked, the younger boy was surprised to see you here, but not as surprised as you when you saw how much his hair looked super familiar.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)?” he asked, you tore your eyes from his hair and pointed behind you.

“Just dropping off Jen-” but when you turned around, she was gone and already in the gym. You blinked, huffing slightly as you realized that Dustin was the boy she was so keen on. You laughed lightly, thinking that it was the cutest thing ever.

Your mind went back to Dustin’s hairstyle the moment you looked back at him.

“Okay- tell me right now…is Steve your role model or something?” You asked, jokingly. Dustin gave you an annoyed look before you chuckled, “You look great kiddo, now go in there and for the love of god find Jen and ask her to dance,” you winked. Dustin furrowed his eyebrows.

“Wait- what? really?”

You clicked your tongue before your eyes went to the car Dustin had gotten out of. Your jaw dropped when you instantly recognized it as Steve’s. Dustin noticed your excitement and gave a smug smile.

“He’s staying because he saw you and is hoping you’ll go over there to talk or something,” he said nonchalantly, you side-glanced Dustin, seeing him look at the car and wave. You can just feel Steve’s glare on the kid. You merely laughed it off.

“Don’t you have a ball to attend, kid?” you asked, Dustin cursed softly and walked into the entrance, muttering something about asking Jen to dance, a cheeky grin on his face. You shook your head, crossing your arms against your chest before turning and starting to walk over to Steve’s car.

You leaned down to his open window, a toothy grin and asked, “Is that you Steve? My knight in shining armor?” Steve smiled at the sight of you, and waved your comment off.

“Yeah, the one and only,” he responded, knowing you were referring to when he saved you from losing your face to some demo-dog, “Are you going to head home?”

You shook your head.

“Gotta stay here until it ends and make sure Jen is still alive after or something,” you shrugged, Steve laughed.

“Oh no- that’s not okay,” he said, “As your knight in shining armor, I’m going to save you from freezing to death…” he reached over and opened the car door, his other hand still resting on the wheel. You put your hand over your heart.

“Wow…what a gentlemen,” you commented as you climbed into his car, Steve shrugged, eyes still resting on you. You didn’t notice the way he stared at you, like Dustin had noticed when Steve pulled up and saw you.

“That’s what I am, didn’t you know?”

You just hummed, hugging your arms closer to you. Steve noticed, eying your shivering form before an idea popped in his mind.

“Wanna go get a warm drink or something?” he asked, you tilted your head in thought.

“Warm drink? You mean like coffee?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.Steve stared at you for a moment, before realizing how stupid he must sound.

“I said that…” he muttered. You snickered, but nodded.

“Yeah, I could go for a warm drink…” Steve cracked a smile, eyes still lingering on yours before starting his car. When he looked away as he began to drive out of the parking lot, you looked at the side of his face, thinking you saw a shade of pink on his cheeks…but it was too dark.

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Snow Ball

OK BUT IMAGINE:

  • The month in-between the Gate closing and Snow Ball, Hopper does let El hang out with the boys, but only at the Wheelers’ or Byers’
  • Max and El resolve their issues (mainly El) when Max has a day where she is freaking out and confesses to El how much she likes Lucas
  • El realizes that Max only likes Mike as a friend and their leader, but likes likes Lucas
  • El apologizes for being so rude and they very quickly become thick as thieves
  • Much to the annoyance of Lucas and Mike, only because they want to spend time without the girls whispering and giggling to each other
  • Max teaches El what a secret is and how it’s different than a lie, so that way El won’t tell Mike or any of the others about Max’s crush on Lucas
  • ANYWAY
  • The party is having a sleepover one night in the Wheelers’ basement
  • The boys are being stupid and had put on Return of the Jedi for the thousandth time
  • The girls do like Star Wars and everything, but can they please watch something else ~ for once ~
  • Boys being their typical selves refuse because they still don’t understand that Max and El are girls and sometimes like watching cheesy things
  • Girls leave to go upstairs for snacks or something
  • Nancy finds them in the kitchen grumbling about how the boys never let them pick the movie
  • Nancy, being the awesome and cool older sister, invites them to watch Footloose with her in the living room
  • And OH MY GOD they love it
  • Yes, even Max, because El helps bring out her soft/girlie side ~ because it’s El, let’s be real. The girl is all heart-eyes for Mike Wheeler
  • So Nancy let’s El borrow the movie so she has something to watch besides just soaps when she’s stuck in the cabin
  • Max comes over to the cabin everyday
  • Even more than Mike, because we know Karen and we know Hop
  • Plus Hop totally knows something’s up with Max’s home life, so who the hell is he to not give her a safe space
  • And Max’s mom understands - obviously - why Max doesn’t want to be home, and at least if she’s at the police chief’s home, she’s not getting in trouble
  • So every time that it’s just El and Max at the cabin, they watch Footloose
  • They tried to watch it ONE TIME with the boys, but oh my god they wouldn’t stop whining
  • SO SNOWBALL
  • So when Footloose (the song) comes on after Every Breath You Take, El and Max naturally shove Mike and Lucas to the side and run to find each other
  • All the while squealing along with all the other girls in the gym
  • Much to the horror of all the boys
  • So the four boys re-congregate off to the side by the girls
  • Max and El are singing at the top of their lungs and doing some of the moves from the movie that they taught themselves, because of course they did
  • (EL ONLY DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO SLOW DANCE, OK?)
  • Eventually Dustin just shrugs and decides to join them
  • Because we all know that Dustin has some secretly awesome/hilarious moves
  • This makes El and Max laugh hysterically, of course, and they let him spin them because he’s their friend and practically their brother and they love him
  • Mike and Lucas are naturally getting pissy and jealous, because those are their girls
  • Will eventually shrugs too and grabs El’s hand to twirl her too, because they helped each other with their nightmares, so she’s the closest thing he has to a sister
  • Lucas eventually busts out some wicked dance move that he saw his dad do once at a family party, I mean the boy’s got rhythm
  • Mike is still being emo Mike until El twirls up to him, holding out her hand and goddamnit if he would be the one to ever not give her what she wants
  • So he starts doing this snapping head bob thing because have you seen the kid?! He’s all limbs and awkward af. So he adds in some side stepping, because it makes El giggle and laugh and good lord that’s the cutest fucking sound he’s ever heard.
  • And so the night goes

I might have listened to Footloose….. I might also hate myself, so no worries.

Lance's Love Interest

Okay guys. I could write a dissertation on why I think Keith will be Lance’s love interest, but that’s pretty much already been done. So what I do want to talk about is why Lance’s love interest won’t be Allura.


Before I get into this, I feel obligated to say that I’m a big ol’ bi sexual. Meaning that I’m not against this ship because ew girls. I’m not against it at all. Sure, I don’t ship it, but personal feelings about a pairing have no basis in cannon analysis.

Lets start with Lance’s vlog

What I got from the vlog is that nobody lies to Lance like Lance lies to Lance. Like seriously, how Lance can breathe beyond those Layers of Bravado is beyond me. He spends the majority of the vlog talking about how Allura probably does like him because he’s such a lady killer and yada yada yada, bull shit, bull shit, bull shit. You get the picture.


But then there’s this moment.


It’s legitimately sweet. Lance is gushing not about how he’s going to win over Allura or how awesome he is but about why he likes her so much. Only then he catches himself and goes right back into his Wow I’m So Awesome mode.

Then directly after this, he starts talking about how he’s not ready to settle down, which is… strange. Yeah, you could argue that Lance is saying this because he’s young, but the way it’s presented makes it seem like he’s covering something up, especially when you take into consideration Lance’s How to Fall in Love guide.

Lance loves love, not just as an end goal, but as an continuous endeavor. He understands it’s hard work, but he wants to put in that work. Lance wants to be in love.

What I’m getting at here is, Lance really likes Allura, but I think deep down he knows she doesn’t return those feelings. I mean, hes all like, ’Pff, yeah, of course Allura thinks I’m awesome, but sorry babe, can’t hold this stud down’ directly after we see him swooning over her, and honestly, how more obvious can it be that he’s hiding his real feelings/over compensating?

Lance knows Allura probably wont ever return his feeling and us as the audience knows that too. Or at least we should. Seriously, if I could say there was one thing I really have against this pairing, it would be the fact that Lance continues to flirt with Allura despite her obvious discomfort with it. The only reactions to his flirting we’ve ever gotten from Allura are disinterest and down right disgust. Meaning, his feelings are not returned.

Oh, but you might say, well they could be one day, and that’s where I’m going to have to disagree with you. I really don’t think Allura would just suddenly start to have feelings for Lance, not when there hasn’t been an ounce of romantic subtext between them and especially not when taking into consideration some of the comments made by the creators and voice actors.

Jeremy Shada said that Lance still thinks he has a chance with Allura, heavily implying that he doesn’t. The creators said that Lance would end up with someone he needed, not wanted.

Even if you ignore the blatant fact that Lance has wanted Allura from the beginning, it still makes this scene and Lance’s choice of words really interesting.

Lance straight up said that “Sometimes we don’t get what we want” while talking to Blue. And who is Blues new Paladin? That’s right! Allura! She even walked in right after he said it.

I know this has already been said, but just for the hell of it, let me point out that they also said Lance would end up with someone self assured, something Allura is not. She doubts herself more than any other character and has from day one. In fact, it’s Lance - one of the most insecure characters in the show - who gave her the confidence she needed in the season 4 final.

Now I really want to talk about this scene. I’ve heard people say that it parallels the ‘We are a good team’ moment from season one, and like, totally. It does, but apart of what this scene accomplished - at least to me - was solidifying the fact that Allura does not have feelings for Lance.


Lets break it down: There’s the obvious differences between these scenes. Keith and Lance’s has soft background music, unnecessarily long eye contact, fond smiles, a purple background (the combination of their respective colors), and a total mood shift. Its filled with romantic subtext and is also brought up later on several occasions. Lance and Allura’s moment had none of that.

Something less obvious Id like to point out is that if these scenes do parallel each other, then Lance would be the Keith in this situation and Allura the Lance. You may not agree with me, but I’m pretty positive that Keith has been low key pining for Lance since season one, which is fitting, because Lance has been pining for Allura. In Keith and Lance’s scene, Lance is drawn in by Keith whereas Allura merely glances back at Lance and then brushes him off. Insinuating that while Lance and Keith’s scene is a big moment to both of them and could be the start of feelings that Lance may go onto reciprocate, the same can not be said for Allura and Lance’s scene. In summary, Allura - being the Lance in this situation - did not show the same interest that Lance showed to Keith in their scene.

You could say that the situation was dire, and yeah, you’d be right, but for one, they don’t show us parallels for nothing. They’re used as a means to compare and contrast. Two, Keith straight up almost got his ass handed to him in the midst of a battle all because he was too busy making doki doki eyes at Lance. Meaning circumstance isn’t really an issue when dealing with this sort of thing.

The last thing I want to point out is, while Allura never reciprocates Lance’s advances, Lance - in his own self deluded, deny the bi, sort of way - does reciprocate Keith’s. First off, it should be heavily noted that Keith’s interest in Lance is much more subtle than Lance’s interest in Allura, because as we all know, Keith has abandonment issues, walls, and all that fun stuff. He doesn’t parade around his interest because he probably doesn’t see it ever being returned, not realistically.

But he’s wrong and here’s why: Lance feels inferior to the entire team, so the idea that he goes around challenging Keith and constantly vying for his attention out of pure jealousy/a need to prove himself makes no sense. If that were the case, he would behave that way towards everyone. Granted, Lance did think that Keith thought he was better than Lance, but in season two, Lance said, “I guess no one else thinks that” in regards to his marksmanship. Meaning Lance thinks that the rest of the team thinks hes not as talented as them also, and yet he treats them the same way he always has. Lance is literally obsessed with Keith, especially in season one. He’s the embodiment of the boy pulling on the girls pigtail to get her attention.

He also talked about Keith in admiration when he wasn’t around, wearing a similar face to that of the one he wears when hes flirting. Hell, he wears that same expression every time he teases Keith, but when he does it here, paired with this praise, we know it’s meant to be interpreted as a fond expression.

(also note that his expression morphs to this when he starts talking about Keith and only Keith despite the fact he’s praising the entire team)

He admires Keith. He wants Keith’s attention and respect. He flirtatiously banters with him. He goes to Keith when making important decisions about his future and place on the team. He expresses ambiguous jealousy every time Keith is with a girl.

Allura does none of this. So if you want to say that she could possibly reciprocate Lance’s feelings then you have to say the same for Lance towards Keith.

Look, my purpose here isn’t to dissuade anyone from shipping Allura and Lance or to down said shippers. I’m just trying to analyze cannon material and reach an conclusion. So my final theory on the matter of Lance’s love interest is that Lance has feelings for both Keith and Allura. He just doesn’t get that he has feelings towards Keith for the same reason he doesn’t want to admit he knows Allura doesn’t like him romantically. He likes to keep a lot of things tucked away in his head and chooses ignorance over introspection until those thoughts some how make it to the forefront and he’s forced to do otherwise. I think in season 5 the vlog will come into play and we’ll see the summation of Lance’s feelings towards Allura, but I have little to no doubt that it will not go the way he hopes it will.

And hey, if I’m wrong, I’m wrong. More power to you Allura and Lance shippers.

BTS Reaction▾You crying during a fight

Warnings: Angsty, Swearing, Mentions of cheating, (Almost) sexual assault.


Jin:

Jin slammed the front door as he walked in behind you. “You humiliated her (Y/N)!” He yelled. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. The way you had treated his friend was not going to be tolerated.

“I humiliated her?!” You whipped around. The dress Jin bought for you tonight suddenly burning the skin it covered. “You have no idea who you’re fucking friends are!”

The thing is, today, you were supposed to go to dinner with one of Jin’s friends. He said it was going to be a double date but upon arrival, you found out her date ‘ditched’ her.

You felt sympathetic to her then but it soon turned to hatred as you noticed the lingering glances, the imposing touches, and the way she looked at him longingly. Granted, she didn’t make a hard move on him but what if you weren’t there? Would things have been different? Definitely.

You couldn’t help the jealousy take over you as you suddenly turned cold to her in the middle of your dinner. You gave her curt responses to her questions. The few she bothered to ask anyway. You let your anger bubble over so much that you threw a snide comment at her which was definitely not appropriate for a dinner like this.

“She’s been my friend since I can remember! We’ve known each other longer than you!”

“Has she been in love with you for that long too?” You aggressively took off your coat and flung it to the couch. He clenched his jaw as he looked at the ground in anger. 'He fucking knows…’ You thought.

“What am I supposed to do?! Cut her out of my life?” He looked back up with rage simmering in his eyes, utterly stubborn in backing down in the heat of the moment.

“You know what you shouldn’t do? Introduce her to your fucking girlfriend! She was practically all over you and you didn’t even brush her off! And now that I know you fucking know her feelings for you I-” You choked as a large lump formed in your throat. The tears you tried to hold back slipped past your eyes and down your cheeks. You shut your eyes tight in an effort to make them stop but seeing how they weren’t going to do that anytime soon, you rushed deeper into the house and into your room before locking the door and finally letting yourself let out your frustrations.

You tried to stifle your sobs but you couldn’t. Jin knew about her feelings but still thought it would be a good idea to introduce you to one another? Why was he still friends with her in the first place? The only explanation you could come up with was that he had some lingering feeling for her as well. At that thought, you only sobbed harder into your hands.

Jin only sighed as he realized he needed to give you some space. The both of you were way to fired up to talk right now. He wanted to walk right into the room and hold you in his arms but he knew you wouldn’t let him. He resigned to listening to your quiet sobs as he took up space on the couch and thought about what you said.

You were right. He should’ve have cut her out of his life as soon as he realized she loved him. But he couldn’t. Not when they had known each other since they were kids. He cared for her too much as a friend to cut her off like that. When Jin started dating you, he thought those feelings for him would go away but they didn’t. That’s why he introduced you to each other tonight, in hopes of letting her know that he can’t love her the same way. Especially not when he was in love with you. “Shit!” He let out in exasperation before lifting himself off the couch and walking towards the bedroom door. “(Y/N)… Can we ta-”

“Go away Jin.” Your broken voice was muffled through the door but he heard the utter hurt in your voice loud and clear.

“Please, (Y/N)… Let me explain okay? I’m sorry. Tonight was my fault but that’s not what I wanted to happen. I had you two meet so she would realize that I’m in love with you. I can’t- She’s been my friend for longer than I can remember and I don’t want to lose her as a friend. I thought that maybe if she saw you with me, she would realize that I can’t like her the same way I like you. I didn’t know this would be the outcome.” He let soundless tears drip down his face. “I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t mean it.” He finished as he leaned his head on the door in exhaustion. The fight, the tears, and his confession had taken a toll on him.

He was ready to retire back to his sofa until he was stopped by the sound of the door unlocking and cracking open by you. “Come in here before I change my mind.” You whispered, your voice a little more than hoarse. He rushed in wordlessly and gathered you in his arms, muttering sweet sentences into your neck with an occasional apology thrown in as well. He wasn’t going to mess up like this again. He would make sure of it.

Originally posted by hoseokb


Yoongi:

You jogged across the road as you made your hasty way to Yoongi’s dorm. He’d been in the studio for so long, you knew he hadn’t found the time to eat. Usually, you had Hoseok keeping an eye on him but the guy had decided to take advantage of his break and visit his family. That’s why you’d taken his place in caring for Yoongi. He didn’t seem to mind it really. You fed him and kissed him goodbye before he would continue his work in good spirits.

Though today was a little different. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t put lyrics down on a paper. He had a week and a half till his break would end and he would yet again find no time to write lyrics, He’s been staring at the blanks screen for the past three days. It didn’t affect him much the past days, but with the deadline looming near, his stress levels were at an all-time high.

“Yoongi, I got you lamb skewers!” You said as you plopped the takeaway bag on the only free chair. “C’mon babe, let’s eat. You didn’t even get breakfast in the morning.”

“Later (Y/N). I still have work to do.”

“You’ve been holed up in this room for the past three days. I’m sure you can take a break.” He chose to ignore which caused you to sigh, walk up to him and shut his laptop screen.

“What the fuck (Y/N)?” He snapped as he looked at you for the first time since you entered.

“You need food,” You tried to not let his tone affect you but he’s never spoken to you like that. “You’ll get back to it better if you go back to in with a full stomach.”

“Holy shit (Y/N)! Stop babying me!” He suddenly yelled as he got off his chair. “Stop being such a fucking nag and leave me alone! You’ve been here all day every day for the past few days and it’s getting annoying!”

“I’m only here because you neglect to taking care of yourself.” You tried to keep your voice low and steady. You folded your arms in hopes of not looking so intimidated by him even though you had your head ducked, eyes trained on the floor.. Truth was, he scared you like this. Never did he ever raise his voice at you and doing so right now struck a chord with you.

He groaned as he looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop himself from yelling even further. But when he spoke, his volume was still just as loud.“I’m not a child. Fuck off. I’ll eat when I want to. God, you’re so fuckin-” He stopped mid-complaint as he heard you sniff. You hadn’t wanted him to notice you just started crying but you stupid nose had to start running too. You quickly wiped your tears and tried to stop but they kept running down your face.

“I’ll just leave you to it then,” You’re voice was tame “I’m sorry.” You quickly turned around to head out, but his voice stopped you.

“(Y/N) wait.” He called out. You slowly turned back towards him and looked at him. He looked apologetic. He knows he pushed it too far. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be. Baby, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. You’re only trying to keep my ungrateful ass alive right now.” He walked towards you and held your right hand in his left. Grazing his thumb over your knuckles, he tried to comfort you the best he could while still giving you enough room to pull away if you wanted to. “Why don’t we leave the place? Go to a restaurant? Eat together. Or if you don’t want to, I could drop you off home.”

You mustered a small smile and nodded. “You sure you want to?”

“I want anything and everything with you.”

Originally posted by minshoot


Hoseok:

“You told me we would meet your parents. You promised!” You tried to reason. This was the fifth time Hoseok had backed out of introducing you to his parents, and honestly, you’d had enough. “What the hell is the problem?”

“Nothing! I just don’t want to introduce you to them yet! Can we drop the subject?” His voice was still level but you knew there was a lurking frustration behind his tone.

“No. I’m not going to drop this. Hob, tell me why the fuck I can’t meet them?”

“Because I said so!”

“You said so? That’s the most childish response you could’ve come up with!” You yelled back. You furrowed your brows and pinched the bridge of your nose to control your tears from falling. Fighting with Hoseok always drained you and this time was no different. You sighed as you lowered your voice to speak again. ”Hobi… Please tell me. I’m beginning to think you don’t want me to ever meet them.”

“I don’t! Are you happy now? I don’t want them to meet you! Especially when you’re being a whiny and a nagging bitch being like this. How the hell am I supposed to introduce my parents to someone like you!? Are you kidding me?” As soon as his outburst ended, he immediately wanted to swallow back his harsh words.

You bit your lip to steady the trembling. “I-” You wanted to say something. Anything. To defend yourself or even just to hurt him just as he did with your words but a hard sob wracked through you as you broke down in front of Hoseok, right in the middle of your fight.

“Shit,” He snapped out of his angry stupor and rushed to you, attempting to pull you into his arms and apologize. You let him wrap around you as you sobbed into your hands in shame of not being able to control yourself around him. “Shit, baby. I’m sorry I-” He choked on his own words as tears escaped his eyes as well. “That’s not true. I promise. Baby, I love you and I’m a dick for saying that. Please don’t cry.”

“I hate you Jung Hoseok.” You managed to get out before another sob broke out of you.

His arms around you only tightened before adjusting to pick you up bridal style and walking you to the bedroom. You don’t know why -and neither does he- but you don’t make so much as a peep as he does.  He walks in and sets you on the bed and climbs on beside you, pulling you so that his chest is pressed up against your back and his head is resting on top of yours.

“I’m sorry Jagiya… I- I can’t let you meet my parents yet because I’m scared. I know that’s not enough justification for calling you what I did but I’m scared that once I do, they might not get along with you. And I can’t handle having the people I care about not being able to like one another. I love my parents but I love you too and I’m torn.”

You clench your fists that are laying in front of you and clench your jaw to calm your blabbering sobs but to no avail. “Do you have that little faith in me? Why can’t you trust your parents to like me? Do you really believe your words to be tru-”

“No. Shit, never okay? What I said was a dick move. I promise it won’t ever happen again.” He suddenly placed a kiss on the top of your head. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. Okay? Just- Shit, please, can you find it in you to forgive me? If not now than later?”

“Of course you asshole. I ca-” Your sobs had finally calmed down enough for you to actually answer him but your voice was still hoarse. “How the hell am I not? I love you too much. Way too much.” Maybe you’re naive in forgiving him. Maybe it would be in your best interest to leave the warmth of his embrace and leave your shared apartment. But with every breath of his that synced with yours, your mind only chose to give your heart the reins to this situation and let you stay snuggled up against him

Originally posted by wonhobe


Namjoon:

You finally organized your scrambling thoughts and kicked your knee right to his crotch. Hard. “Oh fu-” The immense pain cut him off as he let you go and cupped a protective hand over his groin to protect it from further damage. He dropped to the ground and let out a string of expletives.

“Don’t touch me.” Your voice finally found itself and you whirled around to look for Namjoon and go home, but to our surprise, he was stood right in the middle of the hallway. “Joon-”

“Let’s go.” He simply said while grabbing your hand and leading you away from the scene. His grip was tight but in no way had it made you feel panic like the other man’s did.

He led you to the car and let you in the passenger door, then jogged his way over to the driver’s seat. Once he started up the car, you realized he had no intentions of waiting up for Hoseok nor Jin. “Joon, you can’t leave them behind.”

You could see his jaw clench before he turned to you with anger written all over his face. “What the fuck was that stunt you pulled back there?” His voice was sharp as he questioned you.

“I-” You tried to come up with an excuse, but the truth is; you had none. He knew you were only trying to make him jealous so it was embarrassing as it was already. The situation would’ve been comical if it weren’t for the fact that you had almost been assaulted in the most heinous way.

“Say something! Use your words (Y/N)!” He yelled impatiently. You couldn’t bear to look at him any longer so you diverted you diverted your gaze to the shift stick instead. Namjoon sighed in annoyance as he realized your reluctance to talk. “That was childish and foolish of you. You should be glad you brought him down because I was this close to sending him to the hospital with broken bones. You’re smart! How in the fuck did you think it was a good idea to go somewhere private with that asshole? Or were you not thinking at all?”

“I- I wasn’t.” You finally spoke up, still keeping your eyes trained away from his. “I didn’t know it would go this far and I-” Your voice broke right then as tears made their presence known to you by wetting a trail down your cheeks. No matter how tight you shut your eyes, the just wouldn’t stop. At least Namjoon was still oblivious to the wetness on your cheeks.

“Did you not find anything suspicious about him? Hw was drunk for fuck’s sake! What if something happened to you? You were the sober one.”

“So that excuses his actions?” You whipped your head up, the previous guilt replaced with anger. Your vision blurred with the new onslaught of tears but your voice held up. Namjoon was just surprised you had actually been crying. “He was larger than me, stronger, and fucking stubborn. I tried to move away from him. On multiple occasions! I even tried to motion you for help but you weren’t looking our way! He was the one who dragged me away and I can’t believe I’m having to defend myself to you of all people! I thou-” And that was it. That’s all you got out before actually breaking down.

Shit. He didn’t mean to make you cry. He just got scared and let his emotions take control over his words. He dropped is angry facade and breathed out to calm his nerves. “(Y/N) I- I wasn’t thinking.” His voice was quiet, stark in contrast to mere moments ago. He let our sobs die down before he placed a comforting hand on your thigh and rubbed soothing circles. “I had no right to say what I did. Please forgive me?”

“It’s fine.” You replied, still sniffing. “I shouldn’t have tried to make you jealous in the first place.” You placed a hand on his on your thigh. His touch was comforting and it did wonders to ease you.

“Just- Let’s not do that again. As much as I enjoyed the sight of you crushing his precious jewels, there’s no way I want anyone touching you like that again. Especially without you wanting them to.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon


Jimin:

You don’t know what ended you here. One moment, you guys were cuddled up on the sofa, and now you’re sitting as far apart from each other as possible as tempers flare. You know he said something that annoyed you and you countered with something just as irritating to him. “Why the hell do you have to be this way? It’s been so long since we’ve been with each other and you pull this shit?” He quipped after you tried to give him the silent treatment.

Your jaw ticked as you heard him. Silent treatment be damned. There was no way he was going to pin this on you. “Me? You’re the one who started this! Everything was fine until you opened your mouth.”

“It was a joke! Why are you being such a stuck up bitch?”

“Why do you have to be such a douche?” You knew it wouldn’t be long till you would be crying. You never liked fighting and even though you never let words affect you, fighting with someone you loved so much always ended you in a mess of tears.

“I wasn’t a douche until you were.” He bit back.

“Fuck you Park Jimin. I’m done.” You clenched your jaw shut as you lifted yourself and tried to grab your coat and leave the apartment, but Jimin’s hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you back, forcing you to look at him.

“We’re not done (Y/N)! Why the fuck are you overreacting?” He’d significantly calmed his tone down but only because his mind scrambled after seeing you threatening to leave. But he was still mad.

“Just leave me alone.” Your voice trembled as you tried to pull out of his grasp but his grip was firm. His brows furrowed at how your voice sounded so meek but his mind couldn’t comprehend it.

“No. You can’t just fucking run away from your problems. Stop being such a coward.” That was the tipping point. You tried hard but the dam broke and let your tears run loose. You turned your head away since that’s all you could do to protect your dignity with Jimin’s grip on your arm. “Shit, (Y/N)?” His anger switched to concern as he forgot the fight and gathered you in his arms. “Please don’t cry. Damn, I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m sorry.”

You guys stayed like that until your sobs reduced to small whimpers and your tears had completely ruined the front of his shirt. “I- I hate th- this.” You whispered into his chest after a long bout of silence.

“Me too. I’m sorry baby. Let’s forget the fight. Fuck that. You mean more to me than my ego. I’m so sorry. Let’s never do that.” He replied as he tightened his arms around you, refusing to let you go as if you would truly leave once he did let you go.

“I’m s-sorry too. This wasn’t just on you.”

“Doesn’t matter who it was on. Just promise me you won’t leave me.” He let out.

You pulled back a little to look up at him and noticed his own eyes were harboring tears. “Never. I could never do that.” You softly reassured him as you pecked a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll always be with you.”

“I hope you mean that because I’m gonna get clingy from here on out.”

Originally posted by kthspjm


Taehyung:

You knew something was off as soon as you got in the car with Taehyung after a dinner with old friends. Your friends had wanted to meet him and his wanted to meet you so you both decided to host a small dinner at a slightly remote restaurant so they could all meet one another. You guys had gotten serious with each other in the past year and a half that you started dating.

You thought the entire thing went off without a hitch but it never occurred to you how irritated Taehyung was the entire night. “Tae?” You called for his attention, which only had you receiving an annoyed grunt in response. “Something happen?”

“No.” His tone was clipped as his grip on the steering wheel tightened. You decided to drop the subject till the both of you got home because you didn’t want to distract from actually driving. That didn’t mean you were taking this lightly. He must know how his little treatment was driving you up the wall. He knew how much you hated the silence between one another.

Once home, Taehyung dragged himself straight to bed, not even bothering to change into pajamas. “Tae… At least get changed.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Okay, what’s going on? Why are you being so snippy?” You demanded answers. At the start of the relationship, you promised each other that you’d never go to sleep angry at each other, and he seemed mad at you right now.

“Nothing alright?” He quipped back, still laid on his stomach on the bed as you bit your lip. “I’m tired and you’re really making me mad right now.”

“You’re already mad! Just tell me what happened!”

“You! You happened!” He snapped as he whipped around and sat up on the bed with his knees tucked under him. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Notice what? I did nothing!” You defended yourself.

“Not yet.” He muttered as his fists that were on his knees were clenched tight.

“You’re making no sens-”

“You were basically eye-fucking him! There! Happy? I saw you flirting it up with Jimin right in front of me! Your hand was practically stuck to his fucking arm the entire night.”

“Wh- How could you say that? I would never do that to you! You’re blowing this way out of proportion!” You really were baffled at how easily he came to this conclusion. You knew Jimin, and you always teased Taehyung about how ‘hot’ Jimin was but you never realized he would be pushed to considering this.

“How could I not? You told me how much you thought he was hot. Am I wrong to assume you were flirting with him the entire nig-”

“Shut up.” You interrupted, not being able to hear him say further. “This is what you think of me? Some cheap girl who hops onto the next guy right in front of her boyfriend just because she thinks he’s hot? I love you, you asshole!” You asserted as tears slipt past your cheeks. “I’m going to go over to my friend’s. Stay at her place until you get your head together and can actually talk to me without flinging accusations at me.” You sniffed before running out the door and leaving a stunned Taehyung behind.

His tense posture slumped as he heard you slam the front door and let himself think with a cool mind. Shit, you were right. He let his jealousy get the best of him. His heart raced as he thought of what to do and suddenly jumped off the bed and chased after you. He flung the front door open and saw you still waiting for the elevator you called with your coat slung over your arm. He ran to you and hugged you.

You lost your footing a little and if it wasn’t for Taehyung holding you in his arms you would’ve dropped. “Tae-”

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t stand it. You always teased me about how you thought he was good looking but tonight, it struck me how good the both of you looked at each other. I’m sorry for making such baseless accusations and I swear I won’t ever do it again but please don’t leave. I can’t see you leave. Not now nor ever.” He finished, tears of his own wetting your shoulders but it only made you lift your arms and wrap around him in an embrace. You had no intentions of letting go. Just like he wanted. Not now nor ever.

Originally posted by taemybae


Jungkook:

It’s not fair. He can’t treat you like that and still expect you to be there.

“Why did I leave? I was there for almost two fucking hours Jungkook!”

“I got there! I got there just I soon as I could okay? I had an emergency meeting and I tried to text you but I couldn’t find my phone.” He tried to keep his voice steady but he was angry. If he only calmed down and stepped back to think about it, he would realize that he was in the wrong this time.

“You could’ve told me using someone else’s phone! That’s not even the damn problem! This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. Especially during the past few weeks. Setting up a damn date and either coming late or bailing out on me entirely. I’m fucking tired Kook. I can’t do this shit anymore. Now you’re home and blaming me for not having waited longer than I already did? Are you kidding me?”

“I’m sorry my life doesn’t revolve around you (Y/N)! I have work to focus on.”

“Then why the hell do you promise me things you know you can’t keep?”

“Promises break (Y/N). Gosh, why the hell do you have to be so annoying sometimes?”

He’d done it. The entire time, you’d held your tears back but he knew how you felt about that word. It sucked ass. Your vision became blurry as you let yourself cry right in front of him. All the anger and frustration he’d directed against you was immediately dropped and in the place of it came immediate regret. How the hell did he let himself go as far as to make you cry?

He tried to come near you but one step near earned him two steps back from you. “I- Shit… I’m sorry.” He said, feeling his own lips trembling. He sighed when you turned away from him and tried to stop your cries by plated a hand over your mouth but it was of no use. He still heard them and they still pulled at his heart. “I- I’m going to go for a walk. Let us clear our heads. I promise we’ll talk about this. This time I mean to keep my promise. Just- Please forgive me.” Is all he said before slowly walking out the front door.

For now, this is all he could do. Let the both of your minds calm with some distance between the two of you. He knew you’d forgive him. He just had to make sure this would never happen again. Ever.

Originally posted by jjeonguk


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A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long to put out. I’ve been having some personal issues and I need to sort through them. I promise I tried my best to get this over with as quickly as possible while still putting out something I’m satisfied with.

Honesty Hour

Pairings: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Style: One-Shot

Requested?: Yes, by anon: I NEED A BESTFRIEND!TOM HIDDLES AND (Y/N) ONE SHOT NOW PLS THANKS x

Warnings: Language, some angst, and implications of sex. But really this is just pure hilarity in a fake world where all these adorable man!heroes are your best friends.

Word Count: 3K

Summary: It’s your turn to host Friendsgiving, and all your closest friends are attending – Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, and of course, Tom Hiddleston. After a whole lot of booze, the conversation steers into the boys asking your ‘FMK’ (Fuck, Marry, Kill) opinions - which leads to honesty hour with Tom.

A/N: OK so writing five people is hard af and that’s why this is so freaking long, but if you bear with me through this I think you’ll actually LOL at several parts of this little drabble. :) Anon, I hope this does you justice! Gif isn’t mine!

Originally posted by arianalilyblack

You’re not sure why, or how, really, but for the second year in a row you’d agreed to it. You’d be hosting “Friendsgiving”, and in only a few minutes everyone would be arriving.

“Fuck me.” You mumble to yourself, fighting to get butter and pepper all over the outside of the turkey.

“Oh come on now, Doll. You gotta play a little harder to get than that.”

Chris’s voice made you jump.

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7 Times They Noticed by @em-the-cliche

Lance was alright. He was happy. He was fine. Except when he wasn’t.

“Listen. Are you alright?”
“Uh…are you alright?”
“Are you okay buddy?”
“Are…are you in good health, paladin?“
Are…are you okay, paladin?”
“Hey. You okay?”

His team mates, his second family - they noticed.


A Commutual Contract by @skaylanphear

After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can’t sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive.

And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn’t really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there’s nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn’t MEAN anything. Or, at least, that’s what Lance keeps telling himself.


At Rest (Five Miles Behind the Front) by @thisgirlhastales

Shiro is no longer the Black Paladin. He is no longer the commander of Team Voltron. He is a soldier without a purpose and a leader without a legion at his back.

Lance is a seventh wheel. He is not fit to be a leader, and perhaps not even fit to be a Paladin.

Or, in which two Paladins of Voltron learn their true worth, and finally, there is well-earned rest.


Beautiful Minds by PotatoBender

Lance used to be proud of his mental abilities. A pilot. A Paladin. Someone experienced with delving and controlling his mind. But after being captured, and enduring just a single encounter with Haggar, his castle was reduced to rubble.

Rescuing Lance was the easy part - healing him is much, much harder.


Blast Zone by bubblebucky

In the middle of a mission, a bomb going off leaves Lance unable to hear. Still, while he’s deaf, the rest of his team are the ones that won’t listen.


Boom Crash the Sound of My Ship by @maychorian

After a Galra attack splits Voltron, the blue lion is damaged and falls toward the jungle planet below. Shiro follows, and now he and Lance are stranded in hostile territory, fighting to survive. Lance is injured, Shiro is having flashbacks, and help is far away. And the Galra just…keep coming.


Brain storm by @trickstersgambit

Lance managed for years without too many obvious issues. Those who needed to know, knew. Until it became a problem he thought he buried in his awkward early teen years.


calling me to come back by @apvrrish

Keith is a witch who owns a shop where he breaks curses on both magical items and people under spells. Love spells, family curses passed down generations, cursed heirlooms lurking the attic – he can handle them all. But one day a boy named Lance walks into his shop, and his curse is darker and more difficult to break than anything Keith has ever seen before: the curse is draining his magic, and without his magic, Lance will die. 

This is a new favorite of mine!


Dark Blue by @thunder-dor

Lance has a bad habit of comparing himself to his teammates. Lotor needs a Paladin with a weakness.

Or

Lance gets kidnapped and Keith will do anything to get him back.

This is a great fic and Jessie is a writing goddess!!!


Fighting the Surface by @tomminowrites

“Humans have shown quite the impressive drive for survival,” the Galra commander grins. “I want to see you fight against that. The druids claim drowning is quite the painful way to go.“ He tips Lance backward over the water, as Keith and Shiro struggle against their bonds. “If you surface, they die.”

Lance’s eyes widen and he’s pushed backward with a splash.

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Keith, Shiro, and Lance are taken captive during a mission planet-side. The commander decides he only needs two paladins for interrogation, and decides to have a little fun while they wait for extraction. Lance is thrown into the deep with the threat that if he swims up for air, one of the other two will be shot. Obviously Lance would rather die than allow that.

Later chapters will, of course, deal with Keith and Shiro losing their damn minds thinking Lance just drowned himself for them.

I helped beta this one! It’s good!


Ghost of the FutureShadow of the Past by @zizzani & @wittyy-name

When Lance is thrown through time, his future self from one year ahead is transported to the past in his place.

This Lance is faster, stronger, and markedly more mature. Not only that, but he’s distinctly more intuitive about his teammates and A LOT more touchy with Keith.

The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. Things only get more complicated when the Future Lance can’t seem to remember where he was when the switch happened, and he refuses to reveal anything about his own time for fear of influencing the team’s decisions.

Mirror fic to “Shadow of the Past” by wittyy_name

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When Lance is thrown through time, he finds himself one year in the future, in place of the Lance that should be here.

He finds his team to be remarkably familiar, yet distinctly different. They have more scars, a better grip on the whole saving the universe thing, and over a year’s worth of teamwork to bind them together. But the weirdest part? Keith seems to be a lot more touchy with him. Not that he’s complaining… much.

The team must try and work out how to reverse the two Lance’s places and restore them to their original timelines. But despite the fact that they’re still his friends, Lance can’t help but feel a little out of place among a team that’s been through so much with a Lance that just isn’t him. And it doesn’t help that the team is on edge around him, refusing to tell him anything for fear of influencing and changing the past. Things get even more complicated when they have to rely on the team in the past to complete the switch, leaving Lance to little more than sit, wait, and attempt to fill in his future self’s shoes.
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Mirror fic to “Ghost of the Future” by Zizzani


give out to give in by @mlp-michaeljones

So typical. So fucking typical, that Lance is the youngest and worst of his siblings, and then the kids come along and he isn’t even the cutest anymore, and he only made fighter pilot because perfect fucking Keith dropped out and even when he piloted a lion he didn’t have a thing like the others, and now he can’t even have Blue. Maybe he was the one to suggest it, but he was barrelling towards this point all along; rock fucking bottom.

When it becomes clear that Allura is a better pilot than him, Lance steps down as the Blue Paladin. It is, after all, the obvious decision. Lance is, and has always been, the afterthought.

But who needs an afterthought?


He Don’t Fuckin Care by ya_ya_rose

Lance knows how to hold his own. But he isn’t indestructible. 


Huddling for Warmth: The Movie by @maychorian

The paladins are heading back to the Castle of Lions after another successful mission when Shiro suddenly realizes that something is wrong. Lance isn’t responding on the comms.


Love and Other Questions by @squirenonny

One week after news of the Kerberos disaster broke, Pidge receives a new Mark–proof that Matt is still alive. She breaks into the Garrison to find him, only to find herself caught up in the fight for the fate of the universe.

Keith keeps his arms covered so he doesn’t have to watch Shiro’s scars compounding on his skin–but doing so means cutting off contact with his romantic soulmate, who greets him each morning with a new (and terrible) pickup line.

Shiro and Matt thought they were the luckiest people alive when they found out they were going to Kerberos together. But Shiro hasn’t seen Matt’s untidy scrawl on his arm in almost a year, and he has no idea if his soulmate is even still alive.

[Canonverse Soulmate AU with romantic and platonic soulmates (and some gray areas in between)]


Perihelion by @eclecticinkling

After growing up in the shadow of war, Prince Lance of Altea would give almost anything to bring peace back to his people. So when a Galran ambassador arrives with an offer to make that a reality, Lance knows he can’t refuse. Even if it means binding himself to his enemy’s prince for as long as they both shall live.


say you’re gonna break my fall by @apvrrish

Keith tries to deal with being the leader, and also tries to deal with his feelings about Lance. It’s a process.

Keith looks up and sees Lance staring at him, head tilted at an angle. His eyes are just barely visible through the visor, but his mouth is twisted into a puzzled curve.

“Sorry,” Keith says, flushing. “Lost in thought.”

“You okay?” Lance asks, falling into step alongside him as they follow the others out of the ship.


so much more than space dust by @ad-asterism

When a cryopod malfunctions, Lance is left with amnesia. As he struggles to figure out where he fits in the new formation of the team, the rest of Voltron is racing against the clock to figure out where Lotor will strike next- and their only clue is hidden somewhere in Lance’s lost memories. Lance will have to find a way to remember what he’s missing- or come to terms with what he’s forgotten.


Taking One For The Team by YukiSetsu

A mission gone wrong lands Lance and Pidge in a dangerous situation. When communication with the rest of the team is compromised, they have to take drastic measures to escape. Pidge can only hope that they get out before things get worse and one of them breaks. Especially Lance.


The Reluctant Soldier by @banditywrites

Lance is badly injured on a mission and struggles with his role as sharpshooter.


Thirty-One Days by SidneyJean

Lance experiences loss, in all its ugly faces, for the first time after beginning his journey as a Paladin and discovers just how that changes a person over time. It…doesn’t happen the way he expected. The people around him begin to change, and so does he.


Trembling Lips by @newtsckamander

Lance is an emotional person who cries easily (and does the trembly-lip thing a lot) but tries to stay strong in front of the team.

OR

Five times Lance stopped himself from crying in front of his teammates, and the one time he couldn’t hold it back.


Universal Fates by @celty-me

Alfor, Zarkon, Trigel, Gyrgan, and Blaytz set off on missions across the galaxy to gather pieces of an artifact so Alfor can complete Voltron.

Zarkon encounters a human boy with a missing arm fighting as a gladiator.
Trigel encounters an enslaved young human girl whose genius is being exploited.
Gyrgan encounters a human boy who disabled a pirate ship he and his people had been chasing.
King Alfor encounters a young half-galra boy who aids the king and Coran when they are cornered by bandits.
Blaytz encounters an Altean boy enslaved on a slave trading planet.

Each ally feels compelled to rescue and adopt the orphans they encounter, setting the wheels of fate into motion.

While each child carries the scars of their past, they form bonds too strong to ever be broken. They will find friendship and family with each other, and maybe love, even as events threaten everything they know and care for.


wanna be known by you by @bluewriters

Sometimes Lance feels like he’s been stained blue, the colour of his lion seeping through his skin as he chokes on cold stardust, and he is drowning in waves of blue, blue ocean. Lance has never been afraid of the ocean before.

He rolls over and turns off the lights. He doesn’t sleep.


Watching You Fall by @emerald-ashes

Shiro couldn’t find Lance. He knew he was in danger after his communications ended abruptly. But he certainly wasn’t prepared to find Lance dying on the floor of a Galra base during one their missions.


Words Fail by EagleInFlight

A mind-melding exercise goes wrong, and the five Paladins are now trapped in Lance’s mind. To escape, they must delve through Lance’s memories. Lance learns that in order to save his friends, he has to stop running. But to stop running means to face the worst of himself.

why a rift forming between Ladybug and Chat Noir might happen:

  • Thomas Astruc alluding to Marvel’s Civil War when talking about season 2, a movie centered around two big superheroes splitting over ethical differences.
  • the writers confirming Gabriel Agreste is Hawk Moth.
  • the strain the mere possibility of Gabriel being Hawk Moth puts on LB and Chat’s relationship already–s2 ep 1 shows Adrien immediately getting defensive at LB’s suspicions and in the end doing something he’s never done before: ignoring LB’s fist bump without acknowledging her, without even looking at her, to go kneel by his father’s side. 
  • Adrien is very loyal to his father and rarely argues/directly disobeys him. He fears his father’s wrath upon not doing what he wants (taking the Miraculous book, losing it, etc). He misses his mother as much as Gabriel does. Gabriel is also the only parent Adrien has left, and Adrien is desperate to keep him in his life, no matter how rough their relationship is. Adrien loves him. He’s not likely to turn his back on his father even if he discovers his dad’s a super-villain. 
  • Marinette knows important information about the Miraculouses that Adrien doesn’t. This is pretty much a sure-fire way to miscommunications. The writers keeping Adrien in the dark about the equivalent exchange makes his joining his father to get his mother back more likely. He’d be much more opposed to the idea if he knew someone else would have to suffer. It also suggests he may discover his father’s identity alone, without LB there to tell him what she knows, which would force him to keep it a secret from her to protect his father (and possibly himself, if he’s afraid of what she’d think of him if she knew the truth). 
  • But as is repeatedly told to us, Marinette does NOT like liars. She believes Chat would never lie, especially to her, but in the ep she first says this, Copy Cat, Chat does lie. Not to her, but he doesn’t tell her that he lied in the end either, so she still has this belief that he doesn’t lie. (Ever heard of lying by omission, Adrien?) The fact that Marinette’s loathing of liars is repeatedly brought up means it might be important in the greater plot. Keeping the truth about his father from Mari would definitely do serious damage to their relationship, especially if Adrien never says anything and Mari has to figure it all out on her own. If she discovers Adrien has not only been lying to her but lying to cover for his super-villain father he may or may not kinda support…oh boy. Ohhhhh boooy
  • Imagine THAT reveal scenario. 
  • Marinette thinks more with her head while Adrien thinks more with his heart. More specifically, opposite of Chat, LB usually prioritizes justice and duty over loyalty and feelings. Marinette is more likely to view Hawk Moth as a villain she needs to lock up, while Adrien would see his not-entirely-evil father that he can’t stand to lose. Do I even have to explain how this might cause problems between them?
  • Adrien has yet to meet Master Fu. It could be because Mari is the protag we follow around the most, but the distance being kept between Adrien and Fu while Mari is so close to Fu might also suggest a future division of loyalties: Mari to Fu. Adrien to his father.
  • new heroes are joining Ladybug and Chat Noir. I can understand one new hero needed to take on one or two new bad guys, but not 3. Not when LB and Chat are so powerful. Unless they lose power because there’s tension between them or they’re at odds with each other or something.

why a rift forming between Ladybug and Chat Noir might not happen:

  • this show’s too sweet and cute
  • it’s aimed at kids who might not appreciate their two big heroes at odds with each other.
  • it’s not that deep (then again i was skeptical Astruc would really make Adrien’s dad the villain in case it was too heavy, but that happened. we also got that new heavy info on the Miraculouses. so)
  • ????/ thats it
  • I’m nervous
Kookies And Cream

Word Count: 11.6k (oh man holy shit)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff. The whole package. 

Author’s Note: You know the definition of a switch? Just look at the two characters in this story lol switch heaven

2k Requests, Masterlist


When Jungkook first came to room with you, you were less than ecstatic about it. You had only ever roomed with one other person before at the start of your freshman year of college, but you quickly got fed up with it. Not that your roommate was bad or anything. In fact, if you were being fair, you’d admit that she was a sweetheart. But you are an only child, and you were never used to sharing anything with anyone, and despite what everyone said about the joys of having siblings, you simply weren’t interested. You have none and that’s the way you liked it.

Tell that to your parents though. They were convinced that you needed the company after years of keeping mostly to yourself unless you had to, with the exception of a couple of close friends. They thought that if you keep at it, you’re going to turn insane from being in your head too much. Where they got that shit piece of pseudo-psychology you don’t know but it had enough hold on their minds to make them force you to get a room in the college dorms -yuck- and live with a stranger for an entire month.

Or it would’ve been a month anyway if you hadn’t made that poor girl’s life a living hell so much so that by the end of the third week, she was running away from your shared dorm room like the devil himself was behind her.

The series of students who came and went through your dorm didn’t last long enough to qualify as roommates. Your record was six hours, that’s how long it took to send one dude,-Hoseok, you’ll never forget the name- running for his life. It’s a shame too, he was cute, and you had to forever ruin your chances with him. But, oh well, there are much more important things in life, like having a bathroom all to yourself.

Soon enough, your college caught on to your reign of terror and they, not so kindly, asked you to vacate the premises and restore the harmony to the student body. Your parents were forced to rent an apartment for you, seeing as you weren’t allowed in the dorms anymore and they lived too far away for you to stay with them. Yeah, they could’ve withheld their money from you and taught you an important lesson about the consequences of being such a spoiled child but they loved you too much to do that. They’ve never been able to deal any real punishment to their baby girl, and that’s probably how you turned out to be so headstrong.

Little did you know, however, that your comeuppance was coming for you. It took three years, three long years where you enjoyed your solitude to the max, but as your fourth and final year came around, instead of the peaceful climax you were counting on it to be, it turned into a shitshow of the highest degree with the arrival of a certain bunny-toothed brat.

Jungkook is the son of your family’s next door neighbours. But other than the daily ‘Good mornings’ and the occasional dinner invitation, your families weren’t really close, and the only contact you had with their shy son was that one year you tutored him in math. To be sure, you were shit at math but that didn’t stop you from attempting to make some money off the kid.

You see, Jungkook had a painfully obvious puppy crush on you, and even though you didn’t teach him shit, and what you did teach him was mindbogglingly wrong, he still never spoke a word of it to his parents, studying on his own and getting good marks just so he’d keep seeing you.

To say that you were a bitch to him would be an understatement. You’d frequently invite your boyfriends over, taking advantage of the fact that his parents were never around because of their jobs, and using his place to hook up with them, knowing Jungkook would never tell on you. You did not care or even notice much that you were breaking the boy’s heart.

Eventually, though, he got sick of your shit and asked you to stop coming over. But he still didn’t tell either of your parents, ever the sweet kid. You didn’t hear or see much of him after that, and you suspect that was intentionally his doing, until now.

As if the universe was punishing you for all your sins against the boy, it made him appear again in your life, but this time you were the one who was going to suffer.

On the last day of your summer break, your mum dropped the bomb on you, informing you that your old pupil was to shack up with you this year, and no amount of whining or begging or scheming was going to get you out of it. She gave you an ultimatum: either you let him room with you and look after him, or she stops giving you money and leaves your spoiled ass out in the cold to fend for yourself. Any funny business from you and you’re done.

You were in denial at first, convincing yourself that it couldn’t possibly be that bad. From what you remembered of Jungkook, he was a shy kid who did anything humanly possible to please you. You were sure that his crush must be long gone by now but he would still be the timid boy you remembered. Right?

Wrong. Jungkook was the devil incarnate.

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ok but listen... namseok

Have any of you ever considered the beautiful friendship between these two boys? I’m so sad that this amazing ship never gets any recognition when there’s so many beautiful things about Namjoon and Hoseok together. Allow me to tell you why Namseok is worth shipping. 

They’re most comfortable around each other

First of all, Namjoon and Hoseok are the same age. When Hoseok was asked the question “who is the easiest to get along with?” Hoseok said: 

“Namjoon, because we’re same age friends, and we’ve been living together for so long. When I look at him, I can feel what he wants to say and how he feels.” 

When asked about their relationship, Namjoon once said: 

“We’re like rice cakes. (Hoseok and I) we always stick together.” 

In Bon Voyage, they were told they seem like “awkward friends” because they don’t really interact that much in videos. They both confirmed that on camera, their personalities won’t be the exact same. When the cameras are off, they talk all the time about even the stupidest things, but also the serious things, they confide in each other. 

They respect each other immensely 

While reviewing the WINGS album, Namjoon talked about the members and their individual songs and he kept telling how well Hoseok did and how hard he worked on his intro with both the dance and music. Later Hoseok walked in to tell Namjoon he was going home (how cute is that?!?!!!) and Namjoon complimented him again. Hoseok was too shy to function.

Or that time they had a heart to heart and told each other why they were envious of each other. Telling each other what the other meant to the group. They admitted their insecurities to one another and it was truly heartwarming to see how well they can talk with each other. 

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