oh god i have to go to work now

  • my nemesis: i'm going to hurt you of course but first i'll go after all of your friends and--
  • me: i don't.
  • my nemesis: ...what
  • me: i don't have any of those
  • my nemesis: fr.. iends..
  • me: yeah
  • my nemesis: you don't.. have those. not even one
  • me: nope
  • my nemesis: and you aren't like.. lying. for your own/their sake
  • me: no i genuinely just don't have any and i wanted to save you the trouble of having to start the process of looking into it only to find nothing to work with, so
  • my nemesis: oh. ah. wow. that's.. polite. of you. i guess
  • me: mmhm
  • my nemesis: this is like.. seriously bumming me out right now. are you.. busy tonight? oh. fuck. obviously you aren't. sorry. i'm sorry. wasn't trying to be insensitive. god. anyway. we're.. going to go to the movies, okay? i'm not getting any satisfaction out of.. that conversation. any joy just.. whoosh. right out the window. that whole exchange just truly ruined my current state emotionally and i'm.. getting you out of the house. asap

CLC Sorn explaining how she pitched ideas for their Hobgoblin comeback using a PowerPoint presentation. 

*When other groups are given the privilege to give input and direction for a comeback, they typically use vision boards or PPT presentations as well. It takes a whole lot of convincing from the company to allow the artists to use their ideas, so I thought you might like to see what is shown. (male idols spend a lot of time asking for certain haircuts lmao)

During the presentation she explained in detail the type of vibe they wanted to go for in order to successfully pull-off a dramatic concept change from cute to girl crush and enlisted Hyunas help to make it all happen. She explained how hard it is to get approval from a company for this type of freedom (especially as a rookie) and mentioned how her presentation only had a few slides, while Hyunas comeback presentation had over 100 slides. “I saw that and I was like, ‘Oh my god! Damn! We have to work hard. We have to worker harder.”

Final result:

Tease (M)

Originally posted by louizlake

Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club? 

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

A/N: This will most likely be a two-shot (if enough ppl want it), so you could expect the real smuttiness to occur in the next part ;) Anywho, there is brief mentions of arousal, lewd actions, and strip teases in this chapter. This will be a mature read, so you have been warned! 

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“This can’t be right…” you exasperate in confusion.

You look at the small entrance to the building, scratching your head. The place looked as if it was some type of club, as you could hear the loud music shaking the ground, even from where you were standing. There was a line up to get in, and you couldn’t help but notice that the majority of the people waiting, were females.

There’s no way Jimin would work here, he doesn’t even like clubs… you think in your head.

The reason you were out here by yourself at 11pm at night, was because you found out Jimin recently got a job. He would start buying more expensive clothing, and offer to pay more for you whenever you two went out. Obviously he was making some nice cash, so when you asked him about it; he completely ignored you.

You two have been best friends and roommates since freshman year in college, and now you both were in your third year. Jimin typically hid no secrets from you, as he was a very open and relaxed person. So when he purposely didn’t tell you where he was working, that made you highly suspicious.

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CHORUS/THEATRE AU Prompts (based on my experiences)

• “We grab the same music folder, we look at each other and you sing ‘a heeaarrtt fuuulll of looove’ and I immediately walk away, taking the folder” au

• “I am very small, so you must hold me up while I work the strobe lights, you’re right, it would be easier if you just did it” au

• “Somehow we both said the ’M’ word and our theater teacher made us leave and we’re waiting to be cleansed before we can come back inside” au

• “Our teacher unknowingly hit the first note to 'Welcome to the Black Parade’ on piano and we both made noises of distress, clutching our hearts, and wow let’s be friends and cry together” au

• “I tripped backstage during oPENING NIGHT AND MADE A HUGE NOISE OH GOD I’M SO EMBARRASSED BUT YOU ONLY CARE IF I’M OKAY BLESS YOUR SOUL” au

• “We work on opposite ends of the stage, but can still see each other, so when there’s a musical number going on, we dab and whip to whatever song they’re singing and have a little dance competition going on” au

• (in relation to the one above) “We got caught doing this during a show and now we have to sit through a lecture on why it’s 'wrong’ and 'unprofessional’” au

• “There’s a dance number you never learned the second half of, so whenever you skip off stage I’m the one reprimanding you aND THIS IS A SHOW YOU CAN’T DO THAT” au

• “You’re new to stage crew and its opening night and you’re talking too loud, dude, the audience can hear you, dude- DUDE, I have no choice and headbutt you” au

• “I’m very easily frightened, so when I have to stand next to you, the most extroverted person in existence while we sing Jabberwocky, I’m dreading the day of our concert because I know you’re gonna scream at the top of your lungs I JUST KNOW IT” au

• “A set piece broke and I start muttering curses in French out of frustration, but I didn’t know it was your fault that it broke and now you’re scared of me” au

• “I find you crying after our last show and… there, there, it’ll be okay, no I don’t mind you crying on my shoulder, no this is fine, yes I’m sure” au

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INKTOBER DAY 1: SWIFT

Skynet!Atem’s swift descent to madness can only be matched by his meteoric ascent to take over the Cloud, Domino City, and the world.

The partner piece to Day 3′s Kaiba. Prideful idiots should do things together, after all.

Learn more about your AI overlord here.


Skynet!Atem wants your beautiful human soul! Tip us ko-fi and be a part of a collective superior consciousness

Leo: This envelope contains my inheritance from my uncle, he died a year ago. He was so rich, he had a whole room in his house just to eat in.

Hazel: You mean like a dining room?

Leo: Yeah. But in Manhattan.

Hazel: Oh, dang.

Leo: Now, just because I’m definitely rich now doesn’t mean I’m gonna forget my roots. You all get something, so fire away.

Jason: Leo, your friendship is gift enough for me.

Percy: Friendship is crap. I want a Ducati Monster 821.

Leo: All right, Percy gets a motorcycle.

Annabeth: Oh, cool, I want a fast sports car.

Leo: Come on, you can be honest.

Annabeth: I want old, expensive books. I’ll send you a list.

Leo: There you go. Now, let’s find out what I’m worth… Ah, I’m too nervous. Piper, you do it.

Piper: [Opens the envelope] It’s stock, one million shares!

Leo: Oh, my God!

Piper:… Of Blockbuster Video stock.

[Piper hands the folder back and everyone goes back to work in disappointment.]

Leo: What? Is that bad? I still have a Blockbuster card. WHAT HAPPENED TO BLOCKBUSTER?!

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Art School | Sophie Roach (Austin, TX)

Drawing and painting her way through an imaginative landscape of intricate and visual entanglements is Austin native, Sophie Roach.  Her artwork has endlessly covered  surfaces from– guitars, beer cans, Vans, to entire rooms.  And if that isn’t already insanely rad, her organic approach and laid back attitude make her not only incredibly humble, but also a super awesome collaborator.  While finishing up one mural and starting up new projects, we had the chance to ask Sophie a few questions about her art, her career, and her approach – from finding her voice, attacking a mural, to digging the quietude one might find as a mail person hah!  

Photographs courtesy of the artist. 

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Just date - Jeff Atkins x reader

Request:  Hi :) Can you do a Jeff imagine where the reader is Bestfriends with Clay and Jeff notices that and is jealous at first but then asks clay for advice on how to ask her out and he’s super nervous and scared. Can you make it really fluffy :) :)

He was not jealous. Really. He wasn’t thinking about break Clay’s neck. He was just a little… Fine, he was jealous. He just couldn’t help it. 

He and Clay were at the library, stuying for his history class, it was going well until she showed up with her funny glasses and her stupid perfect smile. She just smiled at him and then started to talk with Clay about some kind of nerd movie. She was so excited, her eyes had that cute sparkle and her voice was so sweet. And then she put his hand in Clay’s shoulders.

Fuck, that feeling in his stomach wasn’t going away. And he was sure he was looking so stupid right now. She talked a little more and then left saying a gentle “Goodbye” to him.

“Jeff?” Clay asked “Are you okey?” Yep. He was still looking at the door. 

“Are you two dating?” The words left his mouth before he had the time to think about it. Clay started to laugh. He asked again “Did I said something funny?”

“Yeah. Me and Y/N… that’s funny. She’s my best friend, since we were kids. I thought you knew” Well, that’s good. So good. The relief should have showed up in his face because Clay looked at him with a smile.

“What?”

“You like her?” Clay asked. He ignored the question and pretended to look at his book. “C’mon, Jeff. Do you like Y/N?”

“Maybe” Clay raised his eyebrows “Fine. Yes, I like Y/N. Since I was ten, actually. But she’s out of my league” Clay started to laugh really loud “What?”

“Jeff, are you crazy? Oh my god. Y/N talks about you like you are some kind of god. She has the biggest crush on you” His heart started to beat faster. Oh god. Y/N Y/L/N had a crush on him.

“Jensen” he said “If you’re playing with me I swear…”

“Yeah, yeah. You are gonna kick my ass” Clay responded “You have to ask her out, so I can stop listen about your pretty eyes”

“She says I have pretty eyes?” He couldn’t help but smile.

“The prettiest in the whole damn world” Clay said, rolling his eyes. “Now let’s go back to work”

——-

He was walking in the hallway when he noticed her, talking with Hannah Baker. Y/N was laughing with her. Damn, she looked perfect.

Fine, Clay said she was good in Chemistry he just had to ask her for help and then they will start to talk and eventually the will end up dating. Yup. That was the plan. Easy.

Hell, no. That wasn’t easy, he started to walk to them, with his heart going crazy. He was there, standing right next to them, without talking. He just froze.

“Hey, Jeff” Hannah was the first one who noticed. Y/N turned around, confused. She smiled at him.

“Hey, girls” he started. “Hannah, can I burrow your friend for a minute?” Hannah looked at him and then at Y/N.

“Sure” she smiled, walking away.

“How can I help you, Jeff?” Y/N asked, confused. Well, Jeff. It’s your time, he thought.

“Clay said you are good in chemistry and I was wondering if you, mhm, if you can, you know, help me?” Damn, his hands were shacking. 

“Sure” she said gently. “No problem, when do you want to start?” He was screaming inside but trying to keep it cool. 

“Are you free today?” she nodded. “Well, today after school? At Monet’s? I’m tired of the library”

“Yeah, me too. Monet’s then” the bell rang “I have to go, Jeff, but I’ll see you there” she smiled, starting to walk.

“Yeah, fine. It’s a date!” he was not suppose to said that “I mean, a study-date” she laughed in the middle of the hallway.

“Just date is fine for me” and then she entered to her class. 

They had a “just date”.

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Let me know if you liked it! English its not my first language so i hope its good

Cheater

Pairing: Peter parker x reader 

Request: “OMG PLS DO A PETER PARKER IMAGINE BASED ON THE SONG CHEATER BY THE VAMPS AND CAN YOU MAKE IT HAVE A FLUFFY ENDING AND MAYBE A MAKEOUT OR SOME SHIT” - @blueskaikru

word count: 2953

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REMEMBER REQUEST ARE OPEN!!!

Originally posted by buckybarnres

3 months. You had been in a lovely relationship with your boyfriend for about 3 months, and everything seemed kinda perfect. Maybe to perfect to be true. Your boyfriend Mark had always treated you nicely, however the past weeks he had been cold and distant with you.

Despite all the things you had tried he seemed to be lost in his own world. He kept canceling dates and ignoring your calls, you could tell he was growing more distant with each passing day, however you had one last idea that might bring your boyfriend’s attention back to you.

You were supposed to meet your best friend Peter at his place. You wanted to talk about it with him. He would help you out right? After all, he was a man, he had to know what was going on with Mark.

Peter and you had been best friends since you could remember. His apartment was just above yours, and since you both attended the same school it wasn’t long after you called each other best friend.

People always used to insist that you and Peter were the perfect couple, and for a little while during your freshman year you actually believed it, however he never tried to make a move on you.

You remembered all that time you wished he would see you as something more than a friend with some nostalgia. When everybody started mentioning what a good couple you would both make, Peter had immediately shut those people down. After a while you just realised that maybe you were better being just friends. A little part of you would always wonder what being Peter’s girlfriend would feel like, but right now you had a lovely boyfriend, even if he hadn’t really been present lately.

You got into his apartment without even knocking, knowing Aunt May wasn’t even around, you loved her, but it was definitely better this way; you didn’t want to have this conversation with an audience.

You went straight to Peter’s room, sitting in his bed right across him. He gave you a quick glance and a smile before returning to his homework.

“Hey Y/n! Where have you been? I didn’t see you at school today”

"Yeah well, I skipped it, I needed time to think about something”.

This time the boy left his duties aside, giving you his complete attention.

“Is everything okay at home?”

God you loved this boy! He always cared for you and made sure you were okay.

“Yeah  Yeah of course! But is something else- something with- you know, Mark” you finally said as you looked at the boy. You didn’t want to annoy him with your girl talk, but you didn’t knew who else to turn to.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The boy didn’t love the idea of you and Mark, however he didn’t opposed to it. If it made you happy he was happy as well.

“ It’s just that- he has been really distant with me lately, canceling dates and I’m pretty sure he is lying to me! Can you believe it? But anyways- I think I may have a solution, but-well I don’t know for sure”

“Well dummy, you can always tell me! I can tell you if it’s a bad idea”

A blush spread through your cheeks, making your whole face heat up . You could not believe you were about to tell this to your best friend and former crush.

“Well I’ve been thinking that- well- I think- I think I might do it with him”

You couldn’t even look Peter in the eye after what you had just said. Why did you think it was a good idea?

“Do what?”

“You know-the thing!”

She felt the embarrassment filling her up once again. If she couldn’t even say the word sex how was she planning on actually doing it?

“I will have sex with Mark”

For a couple of second everything was completely quiet as you waited for his reaction.

Finally Peter got out of his trance and his eyes grew considerably while a scarlet color adorned his whole face. He could not believe what you just had told him.

“What?! Are you crazy?! Why would you even do that?!”

The boy seemed confused and hurt. He had said those words with a voice tone that would have made you believe Peter was jealous, however you knew better than that. Peter was probably just trying to protect you.

“Peter is not a big deal! Were both 18!”

“So? Being 18 doesn’t mean you have to go and get rid of your v card immediately!”

“Peter I honestly don’t know why are you so upset! I didn’t threw a big fuss over how you lost it to Liz Allen last year!”

Both teenagers had started yelling at this point. They couldn’t believe the other was being so stubborn about the topic.

“But I did it because I wanted to! Not just to get the attention of a douche boy back!”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me Peter?”

“You shouldn’t feel the need to have sex with Mark in order to win him back! If he loved you he wouldn’t lie or ignore you!”

“Of course he loves me! We just need this to make our relationship stronger”

He doesn’t love you! He doesn’t love you half as much as I do, the boy thought to himself. “ When you give him what he wants he will dump you Y/n!”

“How dare you? Mark would never!”

You started pacing around the room before looking once again at Peter.

“You know what- forget it, I don’t know why I came here, I guess I was counting on my best friend, but now I know you don’t care”

Just as you were heading towards the door Peter grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving and pulled you close to his chest hugging you. This was a situation you had found yourself many times in, immediately hiding you face in the crock of his neck. He hold you as he started whispering.

“Of course I care dummy! And because I care I’m trying to warn you, I don’t want you to get hurt, or do something you don’t feel prepared for”

This had left you speechless. You had asked yourself this question many times. Were you ready? For many people sex was just an ordinary activity, however you didn’t want to waste what you felt was your one chance to have the perfect first time. Will Mark be gentle on you? Or would he just want to do it fast and rough? You didn’t knew if you were prepared for that yet.

You hadn’t even noticed but at some point you had started to cry, damping Peter’s t-shirt and hugged him stronger. Peter was rubbing his hand in your back, holding you, when he put his hand on your face, holding your chin so he could see you in the eye.

“I don’t ever wanna see you crying for some boy okay?”

With his other hand he cleaned away the tears from your cheeks. As he did so you realised how close you two were. From this position you could count the lashes in Peter’s eyes, those brown eyes you had found yourself getting lost in, those same eyes which were now staring at you. Peter seemed to realise the distance between you two as well as he looked at your lips and once again at your eyes. You could feel you two getting even closer and a part of you wanted to stop while the other wanted to continue even further. Your lips were about to brush together, but you could tell Peter was still waiting for your approval.

You couldn’t do this! The rational part of you pulled away right before you could kiss the boy. Oh God! We’re you actually going to kiss Peter Parker? As you glanced at the boy you could see the confusion in his eyes.

“What happened? Did I do something wrong?”

“Peter- I just- I don’t- Peter you know I have a boyfriend! God, I came to talk to you about him!”

“He doesn’t deserve you Y/n! He never will!”

“Let me make those choices”

With this final decision you stormed out the room, more than ready to make yours and Mark’s relationship work.

Peter was left alone, watching as you leaved his room and probably his life as well. Not only was he losing you but now he knew what you planned on giving to Mark.

He felt devastated, angry at that stupid  asshole  who couldn’t appreciate what he had right in front of his eyes, but mostly heartbroken, because even with all of that you had chosen him over Peter.    He felt his eyes itching, with tears beginning to form in his eyes. He felt his blood boiling under his skin and started gripping his hands into fists, refusing to let the tears roll down.

Before he realised he was punching his bed and pillows, trying to get all his frustration out. He needed some spidey action to get you and everything out of his minds. The boy quickly changed into his suit and leaved the apartment, anxious to punch somebody in the face.

However the boy was in no luck. Today of all days seemed to be the quietest and calmest of the whole year. He hadn’t witnessed any robberies or attacks and all his energy was starting to build up inside him.

He decided to swing from budding to building trying to get some of the energy out, and without even realizing he suddenly found himself right outside Mark’s house. He hadn’t even noticed he had made his way there, but now that he was he couldn’t bring himself to go back to his own place.

He couldn’t go face Mark like he wanted to, after all he was still wearing the suit, but just as he was preparing to go back, he saw from the coroner of his eye as Mark entered the building with a girl in his arms. Peter realised he was too late. You were already in Mark’s home and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He knew it was none of his business, but still he climbed the wall up to the window in Mark’s room. Even from the outside he could listen to the couple’s voices as they laughed together.

Peter was just a coward. He had been so afraid of ruining your friendship with his feelings for you  that he had settled with just being friends. But he wanted so much more. He wanted to take your hand and kiss you. He wanted to hold you close all day and all night. He wanted to call you mine and do all the things you were probably about to let Mark do to you.

The boy had been so lost in his own thoughts he had barely noticed that the silence that surrounded him was now filled with other sounds he rather not hear.

Even from the outside he could hear the gasps and moans that filled the room.He could not bear to listen anymore as you asked Mark to touch you more and go further.

Just as he was giving up on spying he heard a name that was clearly not yours.

“Stacy, you treat me so good”

Unless Peter was going crazy that was definitely not your name. More moaning from Mark was heard, and even though he wanted to leave so desperately he also needed to know what was happening.

“Y/n would never be this good”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Mark had a girl up in his room doing things that were definitely not friendly. That jerk was cheating on you! Peter had to tell you as soon as possible! He could not let that idiot hurt you that way!

Whether you loved Peter or not he still had to warn you. He decided going to his place to change clothes and finding you was the best option. The boy swung from the buildings as quickly as he could, arriving to his  place at a record time.

He got changed into some jeans and t-shirt, taking his keys and making his way to the apartment’s door. He got to hurry if he wanted to reach you in time to stop you. He opened the door ready to leave, however the boy was surprised when you were already in the entry, about to knock on the door.

Both teenagers stared at each other with surprise in their faces. Peter did not expect you to be here, he thought you were probably on your way to Mark’s. The boy took a long look at Y/n, you looked apparently the same, however he could see how puffy and red your eyes were.

You realised Peter had noticed how you’ve been crying before. You probably looked like hell.  You lowered your gaze trying to hide your face a little and straighten your hair.

“What are y-”

“You were right”

Peter had tried to talk but you interrupted him.

“About what?”

“Mark he- he was- he was with-”

You tried to explain. Explain how you had gone to Mark’s hoping to surprise him only to find him snogging some other girls face. he didn’t even look remotely sorry. You wanted to tell Peter how you had broken up and how sorry you were about you attitude to him.

But all those words were caught up in your throat. Your voice was trembling and you couldn’t form any sentences. You were to afraid that Peter will kick you out and never forgive you. As you looked into those brown eyes you found yourself unable to talk at all, and your eyes picking and filling with tears as you realised Peter had only tried to protect you.

Words were not needed between the both of you. Peter stepped closer to you, holding you near his chest and letting you cry, the same way he had done those hours ago. He didn’t need to tell you anything and neither did you.

Once again you found yourself between those arms.  Everything felt so in place, so perfect. Not even once you had felt that way between Mark’s arms. He guided you towards his couch, still holding you close.

“I’m so sorry Peter I- thank you, you know for everything”

“ Shhhh- don’t worry about it, I’ll always be here for you”

You pulled apart once again. You knew he wouldn’t approach you anymore, as he was just rejected a couple hours ago, but still something pulled you towards him, grabbing his face between your hands. You stroke his cheek as your thumb move to his mouth. Peter’s eyes grew at the sight of you watching his own lips.

“If this is you trying to apologize you don’t have-”

You cut Peter off by finally brushing your lips to his joining in a small kiss. You pulled apart only to move closer to him in his couch, kissing him once again.

“This is me apologizing, for not telling you, how I’ve really feel about you for all this years”.

Peter finally gave in grabbing your waist and pushing your body towards the armrest, with him above you.His hand stopped cupping your face and moved towards you legs, pushing them slightly open to place himself between them.

You felt yourself breathing a little heavier. You wanted to pull apart to catch your breath, however you needed to be close to Peter more. You continued kissing him and biting into his lips, trying to deepen more the kiss. Peter couldn’t stop the moaning that came out from his mouth as you moved your hand under his shirt, stroking his stomach with your cold hands. He could feel your smirk under your kissing, so he pulled apart. Instead he chose to bite and suck on your neck, leaving small love bites.

“You know how mad it made me? Knowing he would be touching and doing all the things I want to do to you?”

His words distracted your hands from their touching, while Peter hold the above your head.

“I don’t want him to touch you, or kiss you- Hell, I don’t even want him to look at you”

You could not stop the little whimpers from coming out. Listening to Peter talk to you that way made you feel all warm inside.

He continued to kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hand towards your waist once again. This time you placed your hands on his back, pulling him closer. He brought his face close to you, this time looking straight into your eyes.

“I love you more than anything”

“I love you too, Peter”

And you really meant it. After all this years your feeling for him had only grew stronger. Now you knew that all those kisses with Mark didn’t really meant anything, because he wasn’t Peter.

“You’ll never have to do that with me. I’ll always wait for you darling”

With this final words Peter brought your head to his chest and reclined both of you on the couch, cuddling you. He gave you a forehead kiss and while you stared in his big brown eyes you realised that was the place you felt the safest at. Beside the boy you had and will always love, Peter.

  • How people think Ni works: "This exact thing will occur in this exact sequence of events in this exact place and it is going to happen on July 18th 2017 at 11:45 AM sharp and I am 100% sure that the thing will happen this exact way so don't you dare question me"
  • How Ni actually works: "Oh god I have the most terrible nagging premonition about a thing happening soon and I don't even know precisely what thing it is or when it's happening but it's a thing that I know will be really REALLY bad so now I have to be mega-anxious and paranoid about it for the next 2,540 days"

albino-pony  asked:

Klance, 87? :>

In response to the 100 ways to say i love you 

#87- I saved you a seat

(*repeats “don’t make a lap dance joke” to myself 100 times*)


Keith stumbles into the lecture hall with a crash. His hair is a mess, falling out of its haphazard high ponytail, he’s not 100% sure that his shoes match, and his mouth still tastes like last night’s dinner. He winces at the loud clang the door makes. He feels the sting of a hundred tired, student’s eyes focus on him.

Why? Why were the doors to lecture halls always at the front? Would it kill them to put in a door at the back of the room so poor students who overslept could creep in discretely? His professor stops his lecture, gives him a disgruntled side eye, then continues his droning about wind patterns. 

Keith looks up into the throng of students. In the dim light he searches for a seat that’s not too close to the front, not so far up the back that he’ll have to awkwardly climb stairs for 2 minutes and prolong this agony, but also not right in the centre so he’ll have to crawl over and stick his butt in at least 20 people’s faces. 

he’s about to give up and take a seat in the front row when he sees it. A thin, tan arm waving enthusiastically above the crowd. Keith lets out a sigh of relief and begins his climb.

Lance sits 10 rows up, on the end seat. Perfect placement. No awkward butts in faces, but he’s far enough away that he can look at online shopping sites without his professor knowing. Thank. You. Lance.

“Saved you a seat.” Lance whispers and moves over so Keith can sit on the end. Keith quickly sheds his backpack and pulls out his books. He has to shove his hair out of his eyes five times, before he gives up and re-does his ponytail. He sighs when he finally has everything in place and has taken a seat.

“What kept you? You look like shit.” Lance sniggers. Keith rolls his eyes. 

“Overslept.”

“I don’t buy it. Don’t you get up early to run or something obnoxiously healthy like that?” Lance leans forward on his flimsy desk. He notices the bags under Keith’s eyes.

“I had my martial arts grading yesterday. I guess I was just really wiped.” He leans back in his chair and sighs. Lance’s eyes light up.

“Oh shit! Yeah, you told me about that.” He scoots closer as he realises his whispers are starting to creep towards normal speaking decibels. 

“How’d it go?”

“Yeah, good.” Lance doesn’t miss the tiny smile Keith wears. He’s clearly trying to downplay his accomplishment, but Lance can tell that he’s actually feeling pretty chuffed with himself.

“Did you win?”

“It’s not a competition, it’s like an exam. I’m not competing with anyone…”

“Yeah…” Lance wears a sly smile. “You totally won.”

“Shhh!” A sharp hiss cuts between the boys’ conversation. A boy with a thin face and long, fair hair turns in his seat to look up at the two with a disapproving look. He holds his index finger up to his mouth in a shushing gesture.

Keith and Lance wear matching condescending expressions. They flip of the student in unison.

The boy with long hair lets out an indignant little huff before turning back around. 

“What did I miss?” Keith is careful to keep his voice low. He nods towards the professor.

“He briefly went over our first assignment.” Lance pulls out some papers and puts them in front of Keith. “I collected the briefs for you.”

Keith pauses. Lance really didn’t have to do that. 

“Oh… wow, thanks.”

“No problem.” Lance smiles. It makes Keith smile instinctively. He has to tear his eyes away to look at the assignment task sheet in front of him.

His stomach drops when his eyes reach a key piece of criteria.

“Work in pairs?” He hisses. Keith had never been great at group work.

“We all signed up in the google doc this morning.” Lance explains. Keith lets out a little groan. This meant that everyone was already taken. The only people would be left would be the slackers who didn’t show up this morning, or the weirdos who kept to the fringes of the lecture hall and disappeared during tutorials and in between lectures… like they were never fully enrolled.

“Dammit, the one time I miss…” Keith begins to lament.

“I went ahead and put us down together.” 

Lance suddenly regrets his decision when he sees Keith’s wide-eyed expression. Oh man, had that been way too presumptuous. He didn’t know Keith too well, but they’d been hanging out for two months now, bonding on orientation day over their love of Top Gun and seaweed salad sushi rolls. He knew Keith was really smart… maybe he would have preferred to be with one of the other smart kids. Oh god, had he just trapped him in this partnership? Was Keith’s GPA going to suffer because Lance would drag him down?

“Is that ok?!” Lance’s whisper comes out as more of a panicked slurry of words.

“What?” Keith is knocked out of his daze. “Yes! I mean…” He tones down his enthusiasm. 

“Y…yes of course. I uh… I would like to work with you.” He nervously tucks a loose hair behind his ear. “I just figured you’d be taken is all.”

“No, no.” Lance smirks. “I saved myself for you.” He shoots Keith with a finger gun and a wink.

Was that? Is this… flirting? 

Keith clears his throat. His fingers tremble, so he hides them under his desk.

“Would you uh… I’m free tonight if you wanted to come over and…” It’s just a study session. Calm down! 

“And make a plan. So we don’t rush this last minute?” 

Lance smiles with half lidded eyes and nods. 

“Sounds good. I’ll get hungry though. We should go out to dinner together beforehand.” 

Keith blinks owlishly. Damn… he really should have showered today. 

“There’s a taco bell next door…” Keith stops when he sees Lance’s grimace. Lance waves off his suggestion with a flick of his fingers. He leans in close. Keith can feel the warmth of his skin on his cheek.

“I’ll take you somewhere. I know a place.” He smirks. Keith’s eyes narrow.

“A surprise?”

“A surprise.” Lance echoes back.

Keith had always liked surprises. 

Bath (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: HIYA! CAN I REQUEST AN IMAGINE WHERE PETE GOT INTO A BIG FIGHT THAT WAS HARD (LIKE AT THE END OF THE MOVIE), AND HE’S KIND OF BEATEN AND BLOODY, AND HE COMES BACK TO HIS ROOM AND THE READER IS THERE AND IS SUPER WORRIED AND TEARY-EYED AT HOW HE LOOKS, AND ENDS UP GETTING ICE AND STUFF, AND KIND OF TAKES CARE OF HIM? SUPER FLUFFY AT THE END PLS. SORRY IF THIS IS TOO MUCH 😭

Warnings: bad injuries, mentions of death, reader and Peter getting naked

Word Count: 1,259

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this after 20 years this was requested bc I was so lazy to write anything, I know, I suck SO much.  And I’m so sorry if this wasn’t good, I actually didn’t like what I wrote :((

Originally posted by thxrapyy

Although it was 3 a.m. in the morning, the streets of Queens were still busy and noisy. Y/N was sleeping with her windows open for two vital reasons; it was too hot to sleep with them closed and also her boyfriend Peter might have come in any second, badly injured. This never really happened before, Y/N was thankful for that, except one time. But even that time Peter wasn’t injured at all, he just wanted to spend more time with his girlfriend.

Y/N was still sleeping when suddenly she heard a loud noise coming from the outside of her apartment. As soon as she heard it, without thinking, she ran to her window and saw a very struggling Peter, desperately trying to climb up from her window. Y/N didn’t want anyone inside the building to hear Peter’s painful moans and also she didn’t want him to fall down in front of her eyes too so she helped him get inside and closed the window. She turned the lights on and regretted doing it the second she looked at Peter. She let out a loud gasp and started to tremble. Peter looked horrible. His suit was ripped off from several places, there were scars all over his face and he had a serious injury down his belly, dripping off a lot of blood.

Y/N was too devastated to move, she tried to talk: “I-I… Peter, what the hell?” She whispered, a tear running down her cheek. She kneeled down to check his wounds, she knew how to mend some of them but the others seemed too hard for her to handle.

“We need to take you to a hospital.” She said in a serious voice and got up to take her car keys. However, Peter was quicker than her, he shot webs to her arm and caught her.

“Don’t…” He could manage to whisper. Y/N was quite pissed off now. “Don’t?!” She threw her loose arm in the air fiercely and kneeled down in front of him once again. “Peter, listen to me carefully, I can dress the wounds on your face or even stitch up the one on your belly but I can’t know if you have any internal bleedings or not. What if you are having a brain hemorrhage right now? How will we know that? God I haven’t been to a medical school, I’m a high school student for god’s sake!-“

“Y/N… Please don’t yell at me. I-I just need some water, do your best, my condition is not that bad, trust me.”

Tears streaming down Peter’s clearly frightened face broke her heart. She was too harsh on him, he just needed her help. “Okay…” She whispered, nodding her head. Peter ripped the webs off her arm and she quickly got up and got her first aid kit and a glass of water for Peter.

“Okay Peter, now I’ll rip the suit off you, so tell me if it hurts I’ll stop,” she said in hurry and picked the scissors from the first aid bag. While Y/N was focused on her work, without thinking anything, Peter chuckled: “With pleasure, please do that more often.” This made Y/N blush therefore without hesitating, she hit Peter on the shoulder.

“Ahh!!” Peter yelled in pain, he was no more smirking like an idiot. Y/N realized what she had immediately:” Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry Peter, are you okay? “

“I’m fine, keep undressing me,” Peter tried to smile through the pain, he didn’t want Y/N to feel bad. “Idiot,” Y/N sighed.  Now, Peter was sitting on the floor, with nothing but his boxers. “Alright Petey, now we have to stitch that up because I’m pretty sure you will die if I don’t do that immediately.”

She picked out the needed materials from her bag and started to stitch down his belly. Both of them were silent because Y/N was too focused on making Peter feel better and Peter didn’t want Y/N to get more worried than she so he tried too hard not to scream, the pain was unbearable.

After a while, Peter couldn’t take it anymore so he yelled: “Oh God!” scaring Y/N since she was not ready for such reaction. “Peter, I’m so sorry, am I hurting you? If I do, please tell me I’ll try to be gentler, I just don’t want you to lose any blood I was-“

Peter brushed his fingers through her cheeks, now wet because she was sobbing and whispered: “Hey, hey, calm down. I’ll be okay, I have you. It doesn’t hurt, you couldn’t be more gentle, trust me. Go on.”

Y/N nodded and wiped off the tears on her face, got back on work. Peter loved watching Y/N most of the time, but this time was different. He thought she looked more beautiful than ever. The sight in front of him was just fascinating. She looked lovely with her messy hair and bare face. Even her ridiculous pajamas looked so pretty on her, Peter thought. When Y/N tilted her head, because she was done, to look at Peter, she saw that he was mesmerized. “Earth to Peter Parker, are you okay?” She giggled, waving her hands in front of his eyes. He just nodded and watched her pick up the first aid stuff from the floor.

“Now, I have to bathe you, then we can look to those little scars on your face, alright?”

“I think I just have to get injured more!” Peter’s face lit up once again. Y/N was blushing again but seeing how happy Peter was, she was also relieved so she didn’t say anything about what Peter just said.

“Hey Y/N?”

Y/N was trying to understand if the water was hot enough while Peter was sitting in the tub, full with water.

“What? Is everything okay?” Y/N asked with a concerned face, now giving her full attention to him. “No. I just need something.”

“Tell me.”

“Can you come in here?” Y/N froze, staring into Peter’s eyes. They had never done such thing before, and Y/N felt his cheeks burning. She wasn’t expecting Peter to ask something like that from her, but tonight with the adrenaline rush and possible death, Peter seemed to be more suggestive than ever.

“I-I… I have to get you towels.” She turned around and acted like she couldn’t find any towels until Peter said: “Umm… You just put them right next to the sink and I think they would be enough for both of us?”

Y/N mumbled: “Damn it!” It wasn’t like she didn’t want to get in the tub, she really did want that. She turned around and started to get undressed.  When she got to her underwear she stopped for a second, looking at Peter, who was staring at her but now trying to act like she wasn’t interested in his girlfriend, undressing in front of her.  Y/N chuckled at the sight of a very red faced Peter, who was acting like he was seeing hot water for the first time in his life: “You are an idiot.”

When Y/N finally managed to take her bra and panties off, she got into the hot tub and sat between Peter’s legs, putting her head on his chest. “Hey, tell me if this is hurting you, I can get up,” she whispered, not wanting to get up at all. “On the contrary, I’m feeling better now. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head, smiling.

“I’m so glad that I have you,”

“I love you too.”

It’s 3:30 am and I can’t stop

watching this absolute beautiful and perfect video  : 

Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

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Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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The houses when stressing
  • Slytherin : Stressing what stress ? I can totally do this ! *internally* I'm gonna die I'm gonna die oh god I'm gonna die fuck fuck I should have gone to sleep earlier instead of learning the inner mechanics of a bomb - breathe. You can do this - Nononono I can't !
  • Gryffindor : I am prepared. No way am I going to fuck this up. And even if I fail, I won't die.
  • Ravenclaw : I HAVE READ MY LESSON WHAT MORE PREPARING DO YOU WANT ? C'mon, let's do this. I am fine. *internally* I'm not prepared crap i knew I should have worked more and not watched that last ep well too late to go back now
  • Hufflepuff : *rereads the lessons* I almost know these by rote sshhh don't disturb me.

Imagine you and Chris answering 73 questions from Vogue.

A/N: Oops, I kind of went a little off the rails with this piece. The word count’s like 2.7K? It’s super fluffy, but it’s also slightly more personalized because I was addressing @alxpxe interracial couple request, as well as @dxbrevgrey’s request. Hope y'all enjoy this! (P.S - Thanks for answering my “where are you from?” question! I really, really appreciate it.)

Chris looked up from his newspaper when he saw you enter the kitchen from the corner of his eye. You were too busy responding to the text from Joe Sabina- Vogue’s 73 Question interviewer- to notice your husband was smiling at you with great adoration. He’d noticed in the past few months that you’d been looking particularly beautiful, like there was a glow about you. He figured he was just being a biased, wide-eyed husband, but he was right- there was something different about you that you were yet to share with him.

“Don’t you look beautiful,” he teased and you turned to him.

“Thank you, baby,” you walked over to peck his cheek and his smile widened as he looped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Joe’s like five minutes away, that’s why I’m all dressed up.” You told him, draping your arm around his neck.

“Nope,” he shook his head and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “You always look beautiful, whether or not you dress up and make up.” He explained and you chuckled, kissing the top of his head. “So today’s the day, huh?” He asked as he released you to return to his eggs.

“Mm hm,” you pulled your arm off him to go make yourself a cup of green tea. “I know I was hesitant to do it at first, but now I’m actually excited. It really is an honor to be a part of the series,” you said and Chris nodded in agreement.

You had been asked a couple week ago to be a part of the prestigious 73 Questions interview; you didn’t really know if it was prestigious, all you knew was that many of those that had been a part of it were either talented friends of yours or people you admired greatly. Joe had called your publicist to set up the interview, and since then you’d emailed with him back and forth to plan the transcript as well as had a two hour lunch to finalize it. It took a while to refine what was going to be asked and answered, but you were finally ready to shoot the episode.

“It is, and I’m glad I managed to convince you to do it. Our fans would’ve killed you if you’d declined,” he joked. “There are a lot of people who want to hear you answer seventy-three personal questions as well as walk through our home.” He said then laughed when you did. “Anyway-” he shoveled the rest of his eggs into his mouth and murmured with it full, “do you want Dodger and I to make ourselves scarce?”

“Definitely not,” you quickly said because you’d something planned for the end of the interview that you needed Chris around for. “I think our fans would kill you if you and Dodger didn’t show face in the interview. You do realize that we have more fans as a couple than as individuals, right?” He laughed at that even though he knew it was true; when you got married, all your fans clumped into one large supportive group. “Joe and I worked you into the transcript anyway, so you’re not going anywhere,” you looped an arm around his neck and mumbled into his hair, “mister.”

“I’m happy to stay,” he tipped his head to kiss your jawline, “missus.” The doorbell rang and you pulled away from Chris as he said, “there’s Joe. And-” Dodger barreled in from the backyard and headed for the front door. “There’s Dodger,” he said and you both laughed. “Wait till I grab him to open the door, I don’t think we need another head to the nuts incident.”

“No we don’t,” you chuckled and started towards the front door with Chris following behind you. “They’ve already started filming, by the way. So as soon as we open the door, the interview’s in movement. You ready?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at Chris; he nodded and grabbed Dodger’s collar while you opened the door for Joe.

“Good morning, guys.” Joe smiled behind his handheld camera.

“Hey Joe,” you and Chris both greeted him, smiling.

“Who do we have here?” Joe moved the camera to show Dodger. “This must be the famous Dodger, I’m very thankful you’re holding him back because I don’t think I can take a hit to the nuts so early in the morning.” You all laughed at that. “So shall we begin the interview?”

“Sure,” you both stepped to the side to welcome Joe inside. “If you don’t mind taking your shoes off, that’d be great.” You told him and he directed his camera at both yours and Chris’ socked feet. You’d already discussed it in the transcript, that your shoeless house would be one of his seventy-three questions.

“No problem,” he nodded and started to take off his shoes as he asked his first question. “You come from an Asian family and you’re a bit of a clean freak.” Chris snickered because a bit was an understatement; he couldn’t even sit on the bed without having a shower first. “So this is a habit for you.” You nodded, nudging Chris as you tried not to laugh. “Do you take off your shoes at every house you visit?”

“Most houses,” you nodded.

“All houses,” Chris interjected. “She does it at every house she visits, unless the floors seem dirty or the host insists she keeps them on.” You shot him a dirty look as you tried not to laugh; he’d successfully made you sound like a snob as well as offend the hosts of the houses you’d visited before without taking off yours shoes. “But she’s pretty cute about it, so it’s fine.”

Joe chuckled then used his camera to get a view of the front of your house. “I like the vibe the two of you’ve got going on here, it’s very zen and peaceful.” You looked over at Chris, smiling. “Did you do the interior yourself?” He asked, directing the camera back at you and Chris.

“Chris did,” you pointed at your husband. “We talked about redecorating after the honeymoon, but that was like- what?” You glanced at Chris, both of you chuckling. “Four years ago? We’ve been fairly preoccupied.” Chris nodded. “But honestly, our styles are fairly similar. I didn’t feel a dire need to change things up, I kind of just allowed my things to blend with his.”

“Do you think this is the house you’ll raise your kids in?”

“No,” you and Chris both said simultaneously. “Um-” You glanced at him and you both laughed. “Definitely not,” you continued. “We both love LA and it is where we have to be most of the time because of our jobs, but eventually we’d like to move back to Chris’ hometown.”

“Why not your hometown?”

“That’s a bit tricky considering I’m from two places,” you chuckled, referring to the two countries you called home; Singapore was where you were born, and Australia was where you were raised. “It’s just easier for us if we live in The States because of our jobs, and I’m so used to life here now that I can’t see myself going back to either places. We do go on holidays quite often, but that’s about it.”

“For the record,” Chris spoke up. “I love both countries my girl’s from. Their cultures are vastly different from each other, and mine, but I find it incredibly interesting. It’s always nice to immerse myself in her holidays, especially Chinese New Year. We’ve been back to Singapore a couple of times for it and it’s just awesome. There is so much food, like- ridiculous amounts. Imagine Thanksgiving, but more food and more than one day.”

“Chris has a lot of trouble when we go back for Chinese New Year, especially when we have a Marvel movie coming up because he wants to eat everything but he can’t.” Chris nodded with pursed lips and you laughed, looping your arm with his. “Shall we move on to the rest of the house?”

“Yes, please.”

Joe followed you and Chris as you led him through the rest of your house, answering quick fire questions that told the fans more about you, and Chris, and your life as a married couple. Dodger sprinted off the moment Chris released his collar, but not without getting a pat or two from Joe first. You toured the kitchen where Joe asked you and Chris questions twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, and twenty-three.

“Who does the cooking?”

“Both of us, but we usually take responsibility for a certain meal,” you answered. “Like Chris always does breakfasts because he’s an early riser. I’m more lunch and dinner, though we’re never really home during lunch time.”

“What’s your favorite cuisine?”

“Italian,” you answered then looked over at Chris.

“I just like yummy food,” he answered with a soft chuckle.

“Your family owned a restaurant when you were younger and you were in charge of desserts,” Joe stated and you nodded. “What’s your favorite dessert item to make?” He asked you then asked Chris, “and what’s your favorite dessert item to eat?”

“Anything with chocolate,” you said when Joe’s camera was on you.

“Favorite dessert item to eat, like- that Y/N makes?” Chris quizzed when Joe’s camera was on him; Joe nodded. “Oh wow, that’s a tough question. Honestly- before I met Y/N, I was not a dessert guy at all. I ate a lot of jellybeans and ice-cream, but that was about it. But God, she’s converted me. I can’t go a meal without dessert now,” he laughed and you smiled. “But my favorite thing? It’s probably her chocolate chip cookies, they just give me such a homey feeling.”

“Can I try one?” Joe asked, directing his camera at the cookie jar sitting on your kitchen bench top. You nodded and took one out of the jar and passed it to him. “Oh wow,” he said after taking a bite. “This is possibly the best chocolate chip cookie I’ve ever tasted, this is delicious.”

“Now you know why I have to work out all the time,” Chris joked.

With those questions answered, you all moved back into the living room. Joe questioned the both of you on the awards you’d received that were displayed on the fireplace mantel, as well as the photographs hanging on your walls. The photographs- the one of you and Chris on set meeting for the first time, and then one from your wedding- were the cues to move onto Joe’s questions onto your Marvel career as well as your relationship with Chris, which you’d thoroughly discussed with Chris before agreeing to answer.

“What is your most memorable moment on a Marvel set?”

“Meeting my husband,” you didn’t even have to think twice.

“And what is it like being married to Captain America?”

“Patriotic,” you joked. Beside you, Chris laughed softly with a shake of his head. “No, it’s wonderful. Chris is the perfect man,” you smiled as you slipped your hand into Chris’; he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “And he’s also lot more than Captain America.”

“Did you know when you first met Chris that he was going to be the one you’d marry?”

“She definitely knew,” Chris answered before you could; his tone was smug and he had a smirk on his face that made you laugh. “But to be fair,” he chuckled, “I did tell her I was going to marry her numerous times.” You laughed harder, nodding in agreement. “I’m just lucky she didn’t run.”

“So it was love at first sight then?”

“For me it was,” Chris nodded, smiling at you.

“Me too,” you said after smiling at him. “I mean- what’s not to love?”

“Best memory as a couple?”

“Our first Christmas together,” you both said at the same time then chuckled when you caught each other’s gaze. “I was in London for a job and Chris was on break back in Boston, so we didn’t think we’d see each other. But um-” you smiled, “he left his family and flew out to London to surprise me and we had a great Christmas together. It was very sweet, I was in tears when I saw him at my hotel door.”

“Is that the nicest thing Chris has ever done for you?”

“It’s up there,” you nodded. “But the thing is, he’s such a sweet and romantic guy that I couldn’t possibly highlight one thing or event. He’s done a lot for me over the course of our relationship, all of it seems as nice as the one before. I can’t choose,” you shook your head, “no way.”

“And what’s the nicest thing Y/N has done for you?”

“I think marrying me?” Chris said then smiled when he heard you chuckle.

“If you were to pick an animal for your partner, what animal would it be?”

“Chris is most definitely a puppy,” you laughed. “He’s always up and at it, he’s always so bubbly and happy- he’s adorable and lovely and kind and just- a down to earth, good guy. He’s the human version of Dodger, it’s no wonder they found each other.”

“Aw,” Chris cooed, pulling his hand out of yours to wrap his arm around you. “Well, Y/N is a cat. Intelligent, sassy, independent, and also very mysterious. You think you’ve got her figured out, but you don’t and you won’t until you show that you’re invested in her. Once she knows you’re here to stay, she’ll cozy up to you and she’ll love you till the end of time.”

“And you said you’re not a cat person,” you teased him.

“I guess you’re my exception, aren’t you?” He winked and you chuckled.

Joe mouthed “seventy-three” and you knew it was his cue to wrap up the interview. You tapped Chris’ leg and you all got onto your feet, walking Joe towards the front door. “Well, it’s been lovely being in your house and talking to the both of you. I believe we’re up to the last question, so here it is.” Joe shared a knowing smile with you, whereas Chris was completely oblivious. “Is it a boy or a girl?” He quizzed and you bit back your smile, slipping your hand into Chris’.

“What do you mean?” Chris’ eyes narrowed in confusion, then he turned to you when Joe beckoned his head at you. You smiled and realization swept over Chris’ face. “Are we-” He cut himself off when he saw you nod, and his smile reached his eyes. “No!” He pulled his hand out of yours and covered his mouth. “We’re pregnant?!”

“I can’t answer that because that’d be seventy-four questions, so I’ll answer Joe’s.” You said and Chris’ eyes glistened with tears of joy as he waited to hear if he was going to be a dad to a handsome baby boy or a beautiful baby girl. “It’s a boy.”

“Yes!” He cheered and hugged you, lifting you off the ground. You laughed and wrapped your arms around him, smiling at Joe who was letting himself out after nodding at you gratefully. “I’m going to be a dad, I’m going to be a dad!”

“Yes you are,” you cupped Chris’ face in your hands when he put you down onto your feet and released you. “And you’re going to be the best dad in the whole wide world.” He smiled and cupped your face in his hands, pulling you towards him to press a kiss on your forehead.

“I was wrong, you know.”

“About what?” You quizzed, looking up to meet Chris’ gaze.

“About the nicest thing you’ve done for me,” he answered and you smiled because you knew what he was going to say next. “Because this is it. You’ve helped me check off everything on my life plan. I got to work with my celebrity crush, I got to marry the love of my life, and now I’m having a child with my soul mate. That’s it, I have everything and I don’t think I can ask for anything more.” Your heart swelled when you saw his blue eyes glistened. “Well-” he chuckled and leaned in, “maybe just a kiss?”

“You got it,” you smiled.

“I love you,” he breathed when his lips were inches from yours.

“I love you more,” you said then met his soft lips.

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anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran meet MC before the party while she is a coffee barista? Maybe she recognizes them and leaves them a little note or something :3 ~ I love your headcanons btw. Also your english is totally fine. Have a nice day ;)

Oh, thank you! Okay, maybe this is silly, but this request made me feel really touched. And I’ll explain why, I remember when I joined tumblr and started reading mm headcanons, I saw a request just like this and it was soooooo good, so freaking cute! I decided I could try to write hcs too and started this humble blog. I never found that headcanon or that blog again, tho :(

So it was so hard to do this, because I kept thinking about that hc, how good it was, and how mine could never get that good. (never compare your writing, children, it’s an endless road of insecurity and self sabotage) But I think in the end these are cute? Hope you like it!


RFA + Saeran and V meeting a barista MC

Zen

  • He thought about getting some coffee before a morning rehearsal
  • And there’s this coffee shop on his way to work. Perfect!
  • He walks in and you immediately look at him. No… Zen? H-here? Did he find you? No, he couldn’t, your profile pic is not that good and…
  • “Uhm… excuse me? Lady?” he tries to get your attention, you’re taken aback. He chuckles, yes, this is a normal reaction for women when they see him.
  • Then you proceed to take his order and you keep glancing at him. Well, he’s used to it, but this barista is really cute…
  • “I really liked ‘Promiscuous Jalapeno’” you say and smile cheerfully. “Oh… so you’re a fan? Thank you!”
  • “Yes! Can I get an autograph, please?” oh, usually his fans ask for pictures with him… You’re really different, ain’t you?
  • “What’s your name?” “Hum… you don’t need to put my name, just write… ‘With love, Zen.’” He blushes a little, what’s with him? He does this all the time.
  • “Here you go, sweetie.” He hands you the napkin he wrote the autograph and you hand him his order. “I can’t wait for your next musical!” you say as he gets out of the shop, he turns and smiles.
  • He’s smiling to himself, what an interesting girl… no, forget about her, what about MC?
  • Then he sees the little note on it: “I couldn’t ask for a photo now, I would rather do at the party when we’re alone. With love, MC.”
  • He wants to go back, but he’s pretty late for work. Oh well… guess he will have to drop by again tomorrow, and the next day too, and the next…

Yoosung

  • He was on his way to college and needed some caffeine after putting an all nighter playing LOLOL.
  • You see those violet eyes and immediately smile. Oh my god… what are the chances? Hum, this should be fun…
  • You get his order and keep smiling the whole time. Okay, he knows the people who work here are usually nice, but you are on a whole another level.
  • Or maybe there is something in his face? Oh no… so embarrassing! He looks like a fool in front of such a cute girl…
  • “I couldn’t help but notice, is this a LOLOL bottom in your hoodie?” “Wh-what? Oh… yes! Yes, it is!” Oh, there’s nothing wrong with his face, thank god.
  • “Do you… do you like LOLOL?” “Oh yeah, I’m ranked #12 in the shooting star server.” “WHOA, SERIOUSLY? I… play there too.” “Cool, are you having problems with that Superman Yoosung too? I gotta say, that guy is good!” OH. MY. GOD!
  • “Yeah…” he just chuckles, he doesn’t know what to say, he wants to yell “It’s me! It’s me!” but he’s too embarrassed.
  • You also want to yell “It’s me!” but it would ruin the fun, so you just hand his order and tell him “Good luck with LOLOL!” he’s so flustered he just waves to you as he walks away.
  • Wow, you’re amazing! And so cute… wait! He shouldn’t be thinking like this, he’s already talking to MC in the chat room… oh, but she’s probably into Zen anyway…
  • He’s on the bus stop when he sees the note: “LOLOL is fun, but I hope this helps you focus on your studies. Go get’em, Superman Yoosung! ~MC”
  • He immediately pops in the chat room: “Oh my god, MC! Why didn’t you say anything?” “Meh, it wouldn’t be that fun, right? I like your hoodie, by the way.” You bet he needs that coffee to focus after that…

Jaehee

  • She drops by this cute coffee shop on her way to C & R. Well, this wouldn’t take long and… tbh, she’s not that worried with C & R as she used to be…
  • She admires the decoration in the place, and finds this smiley barista staring at her.
  • You want to greet her and tell her who you are, but nah… her face when she recognizes you in the RFA party will be really cute to watch.
  • “Did you like the decoration, miss?” “Yes, everything here is so cozy! Your boss have a good taste!”
  • “She does, it’s a shame she’s selling this place…” “Oh, she is?” you can only imagine all the thoughts she’s having right now, considering your last conversations in the chat room and can’t hold back a chuckle, which she thinks a little… odd.
  • She watches with attention as you prepare her coffee, you notice and explain to her the grounds you used, the techniques, she’s extremely interested.
  • “Here you go, miss.” “Thank you! Oh… I should get something to Mr. Han too…” Yes… she almost forgot about Jumin…
  • You hand hers and Jumin’s coffee. “Have a good day at work, miss!” you smile,oh… what a weird familiar sensation.
  • Yes, there’s something about you that’s really familiar… almost like… MC? No… it can’t be, you would have say something if it was you, right?
  • “Assistant Kang, why does my coffee says ‘go easy on Jaehee, okay?’?” she looks puzzled, than she notices hers has a little note too: “I bet your coffee tastes better, but enjoy this! I’m always rooting for you! ~MC”
  • She smiles for the rest of the day, so many thoughts running in her mind… especially that little fact you shared about the coffee shop being up for sale…

Jumin

  • He’s there to prove a point, okay? Zen teased him about always making Jaehee doing the simplest tasks for him, he probably couldn’t even get a coffee by himself!
  • Well, challenge accepted! But as he steps into the coffee shop, he regrets it. How… how does this even work? Do they come to you or…?
  • You can’t believe what your eyes are seeing. Is that man over there Jumin Han? Well, judging from his fancy clothes and completely lost, yet very stoic expression, it can only be him!
  • “Sir?” you go to him, “can I help you?”  “Yes, I would like to…” “Oh, follow me to the balcony, please.” Hum, so that’s how it works, he has to go to you… still, how considerate of you to go to him…
  • “What do you recommend?” you tell him and he asks for that, you smile and he feels… really amused.
  • When you hand him his order, you notice he’s uncomfortable, as if he wants to say something. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
  • “Yes, I… I need to take a picture, but my photos keep getting blurred, can you take it for me?” Jesus Christ, you want to hug this man! Control yourself, MC!
  • “Of course” he hands you his phone and you take a picture of him holding his order, hoping he doesn’t notice your little note.
  • And he doesn’t, as he thanks you and walks away leaving a veeery generous tip to you, you’re not sure if he’s paying that much because of your extra service or because he has no idea how much he should pay.
  • He notices the note when he’s in his car: “I hope you’ll let me take a lot more pictures of you, maybe of us? ~MC” he chuckles and suddenly feels really hot.
  • “Driver Kim, make sure to stop by this shop every morning from now on.”

Saeyoung

  • He knows where you work, and he really wanted to see you. He was worried after the hacker attacked the chat room.
  • He doesn’t share selfies of him in the chat room, so he should be fine.
  • As soon as he walks in, his phone rings. Shit, it’s Vanderwood! Did them already notice he went out of his house?
  • You listen to this voice and turn your head to see this cute red haired guy with colorful glasses. Oh my… could It be…? Yes, that’s definitely his voice!
  • “Hi! Do you have Dr. Pepper here?” yep, it’s definitely him, and he’s definitely teasing you. Oh well, let the games begin!
  • “We do not, sorry. But we have this new latte with honey. Do you like honey?” As in Honey Budha Chips? Sure… wait!
  • He’s staring at you. Do you…? No, how could you know? He’s pretty sure he never sent any photo of him in the chat room.
  • He’s feeling a little embarrassed at the way you look at him, oh shit! This was a bad idea, wasn’t it? Yeah, he shouldn’t feel like this when you look at him.
  • “Can I get a name for the order?” “Uhm… Tom.” “What a cool friendly name!” you tell him and smile innocently. “Here you go, Tom!” Oh… maybe you don’t know it’s him after all.
  • Well, that was close… and he thought he would feel better and able to focus if he saw you like that? Well, bad bad mistake, 707…
  • At least you didn’t know it was him, and… wait… “I know you’re worried, but I’m fine, as you saw for yourself. Now go back to defend justice, God Seven! ~606”
  • He should feel worried that you actually recognized him, but right now… all he can do is smile.

Saeran

  • He knows where you work, he just wanted to make sure his target is behaving and not doing anything stupid that could ruin his plans
  • Oh, and they serve sorbet here, cool!
  • You spot this weird guy with this grumpy expression… where do you know him from? Think, MC, think!
  • Ugh… it’s so frustrating seeing such a familiar face and not being able to tell why.
  • “Cool tattoo.” You tell him as you make his order. He just nods. That tattoo… you saw it before!
  • He notices you keep staring curiously at him. What could you possibly be thinking?
  • Oh, the tattoo! This eye… yes! It was in that weird email Jaehee was talking about in the chat room. Mint Eye or… something like this…
  • Shit! He knew sending that picture when he was trying to convince you he was not a creepy was a bad idea. But he thought he was so well disguised… or maybe he underestimated you…
  • Call it intuition, 6th sense, whatever… you just knew! This guy was Unknown!
  • You weren’t afraid, he wouldn’t do anything with all these people around, and he should know you aren’t scared of him.
  • So you calmly hand his order and tell him to have a nice day. Okay… that was just a weird vibe, you probably didn’t suspect a thing.
  • Then he saw the note as he got into his car. “Why did you never text me back? Are you afraid? You should be… ~MC”
  • He couldn’t tell what he was feeling. It should be anger, but for some reason, he wasn’t angry, he was amused… You were very cute thinking you could threat him like that.
  • He grins, yes, he is definitely making you pay for defying him like this when he takes you to paradise.

V

  • He stopped by this cozy coffee shop before going to the airport.
  • Seven told him where you worked, but he genuinely didn’t remember. Yes, so much was going on, and he was so worried for you staying in that apartment, your job was just a detail he completely forgot.
  • Of course you noticed this really handsome customer with blue hair. How could you not notice?
  • But he looked familiar… this blue hair… so unique and beautiful… where have you seen it before?
  • V? Well, you couldn’t see much from his profile pic, but yes… it looked like this guy standing in front of you, waiting for you to take his order…
  • He smiles softly as you apologize for spacing out. He even asks if you’re feeling well… yes, it’s him! You’re pretty sure!
  • “Cool camera! Is that a Nikon D5300?” you’ve been studying to exchange emails with his friend Rui, you really want him at the party since he’s V’s friend. “Yes, it is! Do you like photography?”
  • “ I do!” “Well, I just take pictures as a hobby.” Modest son of a bitch… “If you’re interested, you should check Rui’s work, he’s really good.”
  • “I hear that V guy is pretty good too. Have you heard about him?” Wow, you were cute… he couldn’t hold back his arousal from you saying you liked his work.
  • “I’m pretty sure he would like to take pictures of you, you would be a perfect model!” you blush, oh shit! You thought you were in the control here? Bless your soul…
  • You hand his order and watch him walk away, almost regretting for your silly note.
  • That he only sees when he’s about to catch the plane: “You shouldn’t be so modest, I bet you can make even me look good in a photo. ~MC”
  • He laughs softly, yes, he’s been so worried he almost forgot how sweet the new RFA member is.
  • Now he can’t wait for the party, maybe everything will be solved until then and he’ll be able to talk to you… and take lots of photos of you.
2

(Requested by Anon)

“ESME WE NEED COUGH MEDICINE!” Edward yelled, although the fact that he was yelling at all was a dead give away to his panic considering he really didn’t need to. 

“Yeah and now a headache tablet you idiot!” Rose snapped at him.

Emmett took one look at you curled up on the sofa sniffling and zipped out of the room with a “I’m on tissues”.

Alice rolled her eyes, “Honestly I’ll get a blanket you’re clearly cold.” she said before leaving just as quickly. 

You weren’t quite sure how this had happened. All you said was you felt a little ill and ‘bam!’ protective vampire family were on the warpath. Think about the tickle in your throat, Edwards on cough medicine even though you’ve yet to have a cough. It was ridiculous.

Esme was making chicken soup which she finally brought in with the cough medicine and headache tablet at the same time as Alice threw another blanket across you and Emmett retuned with enough tissues for an army which he deposited on your lap. 

You managed to finish the chicken soup and take the medicine and before you knew it Jasper was sending waves of tiredness out. “Jasper I don’t need to sleep.” 

“Sleep is how the body heals Y/N.” He replied at exactly the same time as Carlisle walked in, obviously home from his work at the hospital for the day. 

“Oh thank God!” You exclaimed jumping up despite the extreme fatigue you now felt. “Will you please tell them that feeling a little ill is not going to kill me?!” You asked pointing accusingly at the family. 

“Of course it won’t.” He said frowning at his family. “At least two of you have medical degrees, I thought you would realise this.” At that he stepped up to you and placed his cool hand against your forehead. “Although you do have a temperature Y/N. Perhaps it would be best if you lie down.” 

Great. This was great. So now you really were sick and clearly the Cullen’s were not going to let you out of your sight until you were better. 

You flopped back onto the sofa with an “ugh.”