Summary: Newt sets his rules straight and claims what’s rightfully his.
A/N: Short, filler imagine. Life’s been throwing a lot at me, hope y’all understand.
“So you’re telling me that she’s the only girl here in the middle of sixty or so boys?” Thomas was baffled. He frowned. “Isn’t that kind of hard for her? Y’know…”
“I guess,” Newt shrugged. “I hope not.”
Thomas gave him a confused look, to which Newt sighed.
“I make it quite clear to the others that if they do anything of the slightest that makes her feel comfortable, I’ll have their heads,” Newt spoke of it like it was the most normal thing ever.
“She seems to be really important to you.” Thomas muttered, eyeing his moonshine.
“She’s my life,” Newt said almost immediately. ”I’d fight off whatever buggin’ touches her if that’s what it bloody takes to keep her alive.”
As if on cue, you take a seat beside Newt, waving shyly at Thomas.
“Hi, Thomas,” you smile at him, wrapping your arms around Newt.
“Hi, Y/N.” he smiled.
“How’s the Glade so far? Has Gally gotten to you yet?” you teased.
“Nah.” he looked down, uncertain of what he should say. “I sure hope he doesn’t.”
You laughed. “Gally may be intimidating, but he’s a teddy bear inside.”
Newt spoke up. “That’s only when he’s around you, love.” and you were reminded of the subtle but constant conflict between Gally and your boyfriend.
“He’ll come around.” you replied, leaning on Newt’s shoulder.
“You tired?” Newt looked at you.
“I know you are,” you smiled, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “You should stop fussing over the Glade too much.”
“I’ll stop when the shanks get their klunk together.” Newt huffed, turning to Thomas. “I’ll take this one to bed before things get crazy.”
You pouted. “Oh, please. Minho hasn’t even started yet!”
“You are not going to watch Minho get drunk, Y/N.” Newt stood up and pulled you up with him.
“I’ll say good night to Minnie, at least.” you pleaded, to which Newt nodded and sat back beside Thomas.
“Minho’s the closest thing Y/N has to a brother,” Newt explained. “He’s good for her. He likes to have fun with her but he also knows when it isn’t bloody safe anymore. He takes care of her when I’m not around.”
Thomas nodded. “I can tell why you all like her so much.”
Newt chuckled. “Well, off I go. If I don’t go to her now, she’ll never leave his side.”
Newt turned his back to Thomas and was about to limp away when Thomas spoke up.
“Take care of her, okay? Don’t break her heart.”
Newt smiled sadly at him “If anything, she could break my heart by simply smiling.”
how do you hand? like asdfghjkl; i hate drawing hands but yours are so cute
yes i got p good at the same 3 hand poses i always draw
ok but seriously
i tried??? BUT
these probably arent gonna help you much bc ive seen three million hand tutorial posts telling me to divide them into shapes and none of them helped me, until i watched mp100 and was like “oh wait i can divide them into THESE SHAPES yes.. big meaty claws..”
basically, divide them into shapes (you should divide EVERYTHING into shapes), but you gotta find your own way to do it. which is by practice and looking at other stuff for insp maybe
ALSO STOP HIDING THEM shitty hands must be drawn before they can be good so dont waste ur time drawing ppl in those arms behind back poses youre just dragging it out
Hello!! Can I ask for a friend zoned MC feeling unrequited love to the RFA + V & Unknown which ends in a "I like you god damn it" confession?? And they like you back?? Thank youuuu (: I love your blog btw
Author’s note: sorry this is so rushed I have to post Saeran/V’s separate bc this is so long || So some of these aren’t as much confessions as
they are cute, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM NONETHELESS ♥
“To the left, MC!!!! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!”
You smashed the buttons of your
controller down, hoping something good would happen
I have no idea what I’m doing.
“I think I just died.”
You set your controller down and
glanced over at your best friend
His eyes were glued to the screen,
tongue sticking slightly out just like it always does when he’s focused on
The light from the monitor flashed
white and Yoosung jerked forward, causing your knees to collide
You felt your face heat up at the
skin on skin connection
“Not now, MC, I think I can win
Yoosung leaned over in front of
you, trying to get a better angle of the screen
You got a whiff of Yoosung’s shampoo and your heart skipped a beat
I don’t know how he smells this good after playing video games all day.
You involuntarily reached out and
ran your fingers through his hair
For a second you though you felt
Yoosung leaning into your touch
But that’s probably my imagination…
The screen flashed again and
Yoosung turned around to look at you
He was still leaning over on your
side, your faces now inches apart
Yoosung gave you a close eyed
…That damn smile.
When you didn’t respond to him,
“What’s wrong, MC?”
You summoned every ounce of
strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
Before Yoosung could react, you
“U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright
red face, “Congrats on the win?”
Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
It was just another average friend
date with Zen
You, him, a small bistro, hundreds of fans all begging to get a
picture with him
Just a normal day
“Zen, over here!!!”
“Sorry about the flash, I just
HAVE to make sure it’s a good picture.”
“Are you stupid??? ALL of Zen’s pictures are good!”
You turned to look at your friend,
who was soaking up as much of the limelight as possible
He stood up and tapped on his
glass with a fork
“Ladies, ladies, you can all get a picture with your Zenny, just be patient!”
“Since when are you theirs?” you mumbled, crossing your
Zen glanced back at you
Crap, did he hear me?
You gave him a big smile and a
That ought to throw him off his tracks.
Zen turned back to the sea of fans
“I’ll be outside in ten minutes,
so if everyone could make a line outside, that would be perfect!”
In the blink of an eye the
restaurant was empty again, a flood of screaming girls and guys retreating
outside to wait for their prince
A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Zen sat down
“Are you mad at me?”
You looked down at your food and
began messing with it
“Don’t play with your food, MC.”
He sighed, “If you aren’t going to
answer my question I’ll just go outside right now.”
Zen put his hands on the table and
started to push himself up
You grabbed his arm and pulled him
“I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, “I’m
just mad that we never get to spend time together like we used to.”
Zen put his hand on top of yours and
leaned in toward you
“What do you mean? I see you all
the time up at work!!”
You stared at his hand
He’s touching me.
He’s holding my hand.
ZEN is holDING MY FREAKING-
You awkwardly coughed and pulled
your hand away
“Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we
Zen leaned back in his chair
“Never mind… let’s just eat.”
He lifted up his glass of water to
“I love you.”
You pushed away from the table and
“You spit all over my shirt,” you
gestured down to the wet material that clung to your chest, “my WHITE shirt!!’
“W-Well you said that you… you
And all of sudden, the floor
became veryyyyy interesting
I wish I had the power of invisibility…
“MC, look at me.”
While you were contemplating
superpowers, Zen had taken the time to walk over and stand in front of you
“Nah, I think I’m good,” you continued looking down, “the floor
happens to be my favorite shade of… brown.”
A soft and warm hand tilted your
chin up, and your eyes met his scarlet ones
“I love you too.”
You slowly leaned in-
“ZENNY, WE’RE WAITING~”
Zen stepped back and glanced at
the girl peeking through the front door
There was the click of a camera
and a squeal, and she was gone again
Zen scratched the back of his head
“Sorry, I guess it’s-whoa whoa WHOA, what are you doing????
You flung your wet shirt over the
back of the chair and shivered
“Man, this place is kinda cold,”
you looked up and smirked, “then again, I am wearing just a bra.”
You heard a very inhumane noise come from the back of Zen’s throat
“The fans can wait.”
Zen grabbed your wrist and pulled
you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours
The beast was NOT contained that
On your way out of the RFA
building you glanced at your watch
Damn… it’s already 11pm? I stayed waaaaayyyy too late.
When you walked past the break room
you heard the familiar sound of the copy machine clunking turning on
“…damn Jumin and his damn
I wonder if that’s…
“-with his damn cat and the damn
Yup, that’s Jaehee.
You peeked in the room and watched
as she stuffed a stack of papers into the copy tray
She wiped her hands on her skirt
and sat in the chair next to the whirring machine
“You should go talk to her.”
Seven put a hand over your mouth
and pulled you away from the door
Jaehee glanced up and sighed
Seven removed his hand and you
lowered your voice to a whisper
“What the hell do you want?”
He glanced at the breakroom and
then back to you, giving you his famous ‘I have an idea that could go horribly
wrong or perfectly right’ look
“Good luck,” was all he said
before grabbing you and harshly shoving you in the breakroom
But it was too late
In a flash the redhead was gone,
and you were alone with Jaehee
She looked up and smiled
“MC? I didn’t know you were here
so late! It’s nice to have some company.”
You stared at her, unsure of what
Jaehee stood up and stretched,
letting out a tiny yawn
“How much longer does Jumin have
She picked up the warm copies from
the tray and leaned up against the machine
“I just have to run this back to
his office and I’m done! At least, until he inevitably
calls me at midnight asking for more cat food…”
You walked with her to Jumin’s
office, continuing to listen to her rant about his late night antics
When the two of you finally got
there, she plopped the papers in a box outside the door
She glanced over at you
“You wanna go grab some late night
coffee? Since, you know, Jumin should be calling you in about,” you checked
your watch, “30 minutes.”
“Sure!! That’s exactly the pick me
up I need, a nice little frienddate!”
“Yeah, I was thinking-”
“I like you. A lot.”
Jaehee stopped and turned to you
“A-As a friend?”
You stepped closer, “More than a friend.”
Her eyes widened and a deep blush
spread across her cheeks
You felt your heart break in two
She doesn’t feel the same… dammit, this is why you never fall in love with a straight girl.
Tiny hands wrapped around your
own, causing you to look back up
Jaehee had a soft smile spread
across her lips
“Me too… a-about the not friend
Her gripped tightened, “Not that I don’t consider you a friend! I’m just, well, what I’m trying
to say, or rather, what want to say-”
“Would you two KISS ALREADY???”
Both of your heads snapped
in the direction of the voice
“Seven, whyyyyy are you still here?”
“Yeah, he was here earlier when-”
“-When I set you guys up!”
As you and Seven began arguing, Jaehee
looked between the two of you and sighed
She interlocked fingers with you
and pulled you away
“Sorry, Luciel, but we have a date
to get to.”
You stuck your tongue out at him
and he rolled his eyes
“Whatever… have fun you two love
You looked over at Jaehee and
Oh, we will.
Dammit, he closed the blinds.
You rolled your chair closer and angled
your head in an attempt to see into Jumin’s office again
“Peeping tom much?
Zen sighed and leaned up against
“I still don’t understand what you
see in him.”
You rolled your eyes and looked
over at Zen
“You promised you’d be supportive-
“-And I am,” he held up his hands
in surrender, “I just think you could do better.”
“What? Like date you?”
“Well, not that much better.”
Zen smirked and you playfully hit
him in the stomach
Within the next second the two of you burst out laughing
“Wow,” you wiped a tear from your
eye, “I don’t even know why that was so funny.”
“MC,” Jumin’s voice boomed, “Can I
see you in my office?”
Zen raised his eyebrows and pushed
himself off your desk
“Good luck,” he glanced back,
“with him, you’ll need it.”
You rolled your eyes and stood up,
cringing when your knees made a loud pop
Could my body, like, not embarrass me? No? Alllllllrighty.
You walked into the room and Jumin
closed the door behind him
“So, what’s up?”
Jumin turned around and sighed
“I believe some… congratulations
are in order.”
“Did I get a raise?”
Jumin chuckled, taking one big
step toward you
“No, I’m talking about you and
“I’m a little lost… what do you
“Your relationship. Are you not
romantically involved with each other?”
Said that one out loud this time…
You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen
and I are just friends.”
Jumin scratched his chin,
completely lost in thought
You took a deep breath
Here goes everything nothing.
“…I actually have my eye on
Jumin snapped back into reality
“Who? If that, well, if it isn’t
too much to ask.”
“Is it really not Zen?”
Oh my god.
“You know,” you grabbed his tie,
“you’re pretty clueless for a CEO.”
In one gentle tug, your lips
connected with his
After a few seconds, Jumin pulled
“So, it’s me then?”
You shook your head and grinned
“Of course, you-“
Jumin’s lips crashed on to yours
again,his hands cupping your face
And let’s just say you were now very
thankful for the closed blinds
You grabbed the two tools from
“You know, you don’t have to
repeat everything I say.”
“Repeat everything I-OUCH! MC, why’d you kick meeee?”
Seven hugged his shin and hopped
up and down
I’m surprised he has this much energy at 2 in the morning….
You looked back up at Seven, who
had miraculously gotten over his bruised shin and was chugging a can of Dr.
…Who am I kidding, he never sleeps anyways.
It had been about an hour since
Seven called you asking for help fixing his chair
You had gone to the furniture
store IKEA anyone??? with him earlier that day and actually took the time to READ the damn manual
You clapped your hands together
“Wanna test it out?”
Seven gave you a mischievous grin
“Don’t mind if I do!”
Before you knew it, Seven grabbed
your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing both of you to fall back into
It creaked under the combined
weight of you and Seven, but surprisingly remained stable
“Hey, you really did fix it!!”
Seven began spouting off nonsense
about how crappy it was earlier, but you were too busy thinking about the fact
that you were sitting
In his lap
INCHES away from his face
He’s so warm…
“-Plus, it kept making weird
noises! I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
“Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707
calling, can you read me??”
You shook you head, zoning back in
Seven sighed, relaxing back into
“Thank God Seven you’re okay… I can’t have my best friend dying on me…
literally,” Seven chuckled at his own joke
I love that little laugh.
Seven looked back at you
“What’s on your mind, MC?”
DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
Here we go.
“Seven, I like you.”
“You mean,” Seven furrowed his
brows, “You like me, or you like-like
You rolled your eyes, how old is he again??
“You’re so ridiculous.”
Seven looked at you patiently
“I like-like you.”
You felt lips lightly press on the back of your neck
“Well that’s not fair,” Seven
tightened his grip on your waist, “because I love-love you.”
Everyone is born with a soul mark somewhere on their body. Their soulmate has the same mark. New technology has been developed that can remove the mark, but at great cost.
The voices resonating within the small living room blurred together into white noise and faded into the aether, leaving the abrupt thud of your heart stopping as the only audible sound. The walls felt like they were crumbling around you, and the velvet couch you sat on seemed like it was swallowing you into its depths, encasing you in a suffocating darkness. The pain you had suppressed for so long came flooding back, spreading through your every nerve. You felt like your chest had imploded and your bones were caving in. Your entire body had shut down momentarily as Sehun’s last few words echoed through the husk of your skull.
“I’m going to get my soul mark removed.”
There were muffled voices, a few louder than the others, but you couldn’t decipher what was being said. Your brain - consumed by grief - didn’t allow for it. Someone had placed their hand on your arm to try and shake you out of your stupor, but you could barely feel the contact through your numb skin.
But then, his voice called your name, penetrating through the void. That one familiar voice that for so long had brought you happiness and sweet memories, but now, it tore your very being apart. The words that voice had spoken had severed the few ties to him you had left. But still, his voice had so much power and influence over you, and it finally brought you out of your trance. You blinked a few times, and suddenly, you were returned to reality.
Hey guys! I hope that everyone is having a supremely good day today! I’m sorta shy to post this because I’ve never written a sexy-time before, but I gave it a go lol. Basically, Tom and the reader go to the library and Tom gets a little frustrated by the book the reader picks out for him, and then, sexy-time ensues. I hope you like it!
Dirty, Pretty Things
He had lost her within the sea of words that had engulfed them both.
When Tom had first entered the grand library, the sight of so many shelves completely drenched in knowledge blew his eyes wide open. She, on the other hand, had immersed herself, diving in and out of shelves quickly, and coming out with towering stacks of novels. Tom watched, hands in his pockets, as she piled the literature as high as it could go without falling.
Grabbing her readings, he moved them to a secluded corner, where he sat down on the floor to wait for her to come back to him.
As she fluttered about, rushing in between sections and up and down staircases, her skin gave off a soft sheen of champagne that he knew came from her ridiculously expensive highlighter. The heels of her boots tapped anxiously across the floor. Sounding as though they were afraid they’d only be granted a set amount of time to wander through the library. The straps of the dress his girlfriend wore began to slip off her shoulders and she failed to fix them to their proper place again. When she bent down, Tom noticed that her position revealed a more than generous amount of her legs. He bit his lip and tried to ignore how alluringly endearing she looked.
Tom loved to watch her like this. She looked incredibly at home nestled inside the library’s massive selection of books. She wasn’t worried about other people, or how they could be perceiving her. Instead, her only focus was on choosing the best and most interesting novel to read.
After about forty minutes, she finally came back to him, carrying four more books in her hands.
“I picked some out for you to read as well,” she said, nestling decisively underneath his arm.
Due to the spot Tom had secured, she was sat directly next to the left corner of the wall with Tom cuddled into her right side. Tom beamed at her and pressed an open mouthed kiss to her lips. “What did you get for me darling?”
“Well, firstly, I grabbed you the first Harry Potter book because I think that it’s absolute insanity that you haven’t read it yet. Then, I grabbed Horns and The Shining, in case your in the mood for horror, but, if all else fails, maybe you could try Hidden Bodies or Dirty, Pretty Things?” She began to ramble on about why she had selected each novel and then stopped short. “Oh, shit, I should go back and bring you Fight Club, I really think that-.” Tom quickly wrapped an arm around her middle, securing her back down on the floor.
“No, no, I’m excited to read Dirty, Pretty Things. That’s the poetry book you’ve been off about with Kaylee, right? I want to read that one.” Tom watched her pull the thin, pink book out of the stack to hand to him.
She looked shy handing it over to him. As soon as his hands slid over the front cover, she quickly interjected, “you may not like it, but the words are just lovely and they make me,” she stopped short and shuddered.
Tom quirked a brow, “oh yeah? Better get started then.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and rustled her hair.
Tom watched as she leaned forward and bit her lip, trying to decide what she wanted to read first. Eventually, she settled on A Tale For the Time Being and curled up against his chest.
Tom’s eyes skimmed over poem after poem, and he began to understand why she spoke so much about it, just not directly to him. The book was written about love, and carnal attraction and she was forever timorous.
The poetry in Dirty, Pretty Things was beginning to get to him, especially when he thought about her reading it. Michael Faudet’s words were dulcet and enticing, and Tom imagined whispering them softly into her ear, as he slipped his hands up her skirt.
Tom’s mind briefly wandered to her getting off on the words within the book and had to stop for a few seconds to recompose himself. He glanced down at her. The words on the page of her book seemed to leap and dance off the page, mocking him for being of more interest to her than he was. Shaking his head, he tried not to look at the uncovered, sweet smelling, perfumed, skin of her chest. Going back to his own book, he attempted to allow the book’s poetry to command his full attention once again.
The first poem Tom encountered as he flipped the page nearly killed him. He stopped breathing and read over the words three more times before letting out a shaker gasp.
The only words on the page were, “Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read.”
Tom looked from the poem to her, then again and again before he felt his jeans getting even tighter than they were before. This had to be a sign. Shit, they were in a library, surrounded by books, all alone in a dimly lit corner of the library. Not to mention, books and literature were her favorite things in the word. She had told him a while ago that the best compliment she’d ever received had been from slew of teachers who had all insisted that she had the best taste in books they’d seen in a long time. Michael Faudet’s words were taunting him.
“Baby,” he started, gently tilting her chin up to look at him. “I’m bored.”
She frowned, “do you not like the book because I can go and grab you another, or maybe-,” Tom cut her short by sliding a soft hand across her throats to sweep her hair off her shoulder.
“Let’s trade. You can read Dirty, Pretty Things out loud to me. I’m sleepy and I wanna listen to you read the poems.” Tom gently guided his book into her palms.
She flushed red and stuttered for a minute. “Tom, I can’t.
“Why not?” He countered.
“You’ve read it,” She muttered, looking away from him. “The words are libidinous.”
Tom brought her eyes back to his and licked his lips before he spoke. “I wanna hear you read them darling.” He moved to kiss the spot just below her lips. Tom dared lower and lower, tangling his hands in her hair as he went. When he reached her collarbones, she finally snapped.
Letting out an airy sigh, she gasped out, “fine Tom.”
He smirked and placed a final kill on the base of her throat and corrected his posture so that he was sitting with his arms protectively circling her frame.
She moved to flip to the next page when Tom interrupted her. “Do you mind reading from the beginning? I wanna hear it all in your voice.”
Narrowing her eyes, she flipped back to the first page and began to read. As she read through the first few poems, Tom’s hands began to totter.
First, he slipped them up and down her arms, feigning an effort to keep her warm. Then, he began to give her small kisses on the forehead, cheek, neck and hand. She looked at him, slightly confused as to why he’d ask her to read out loud if he wasn’t going to pay attention.
Nevertheless, she kept reading.
As she flipped the page, her breathing was cut short. Tom knew exactly which poem she’d stumbled across. “Sweetheart, do you want to play a game?” Tom asked her, his voice rough and low in her ear.
She blinked up at him, her cheeks flushed cherry red as she managed to stutter out a few syllables.
“How about I tell you the rules first?” He paused briefly, and then began to talk. “The book you’ve chosen for me has actually proven itself to be quite the naughty thing and I think that you gave it to me on purpose. Since you like to play so many little games instead of just telling me directly what you want, I think that maybe I’ll give games a go too.” Tom stopped to look at her again. Her pupils had consumed the typical color of her eyes and her hands were slightly shaking. Taking them within his own, he kissed the backs of both of her hands.
“If you’ll allow me, I’d very much like to reenact that poem. You are the book that I’ve been dying to read.”
Her eyes shut and she bit her lip to contain the moan threatening to slip past.
“Here’s the catch though, I still want you to read to me. If you stop reading out loud, I’ll stop what I’m doing and you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Tom peppered her neck with open mouthed kisses.
She nodded her head, eyes still shut tight.
“No, darling, I need verbal consent, just to be sure.” Tom continued his assault on her neck.
Her eyes finally snapped open and she rolled her head around to look directly into Tom’s eyes. “Please.” She whispered.
With that, Tom smirked and lifted the hem of her dress and slipped his hand further up her thighs.
Her voice shook, “the kind of love letter I write are the ones you read in bed, stretched out beneath the sheets with one hand between your legs.”
Tom pressed his mouth to her and she convulsed against his lips, gasping out the words to the next line.
@chaoticbongYou sent this to me quite a bit ago and I am sorry for the wait! Don’t quite know if this is how you imagined it but I had a lot of fun with it! Longer than I thought it would be.
“Come on!” Scorpius begged, pulling on Albus’ arm. “If we
hurry, we might finish before they wake up.”
because the sun is up, does not mean
that I should be as well. It’s way too early for this.” Albus retorted, keeping
his eyes closed, hoping his brother would go back to bed.
scoffed harshly. “It’s noon not five in the morning!” Honestly, he didn’t even
know how they were related, let alone twins. Albus was so different than him.
just that they both worked late last night and it’s only the first day of
summer break. I wanted to make breakfast for them!” Scorpius continued, hoping
to plead to the softer side of his brother. The one that Albus tried to pretend
sighed heavily, throwing his blanket off him in a huff. “I swear it’s a miracle
you were placed in Slytherin. I think Hufflepuff was robbed of you.”
not nice to generalize.” Argued Scorpius. “You have Gryffindor tendencies, but
you don’t hear me saying anything.” He barely
withheld a smirk at the outraged expression on his brother’s face.
your tongue.” Albus barked, not bothering to change out of his Slytherin
pajamas. “Besides, only other Hufflepuffs care about the generalization of
got to be adopted.” Scorpius mumbled, leaving their bedroom and going down the
stairs. “It’s the only explanation.”
speaking about me?”
looked up to smile at Teddy, who was at the bottom of the stairs with a wicked
smirk on his face.
the only adopted one here.”
remains to be decided.” Scorpius countered. “Albus and I just can’t be real
shook his head fondly as he ruffled the already messy mop of blonde hair. “I
was there when you were born. Granted I was only four at the time, but I distinctly
remember there being two babies.”
my real twin got switched at birth.”
Albus yelled from the inside of the bedroom, causing both Teddy and Scorpius to
roll their eyes. “I should start a search party.”
quiet.” Scorpius whisper yelled. “I don’t want to wake them up!”
you up to?” Teddy asked, suspicion heavy in his tone. “I don’t want to have to
clean up after either of you nor will I lie on the stand if a murder is
of brother are you?” Albus asked in disbelief, coming down the stairs, black
hair neatly in place. “I would lie to the Wizengamot for you. It’s called
Retorted Teddy firmly. “It’s called self-preservation. I refuse to be an accomplice
to any of your schemes. The last time I covered for you, I was somehow evading
the Canadian Minister at the yearly Survival Remembrance ball.”
defense—.” Albus began, lie already on the tip of his tongue.
aren’t doing anything bad.” Scorpius interrupted quickly. Not allowing his
brother to blame him in what was no doubt a lie to cover his horrible plan to convince
the Canadian Minister that the next Dark Lord was actually Mister Longbottom in
disguise. That hadn’t ended well for anyone.
want to make breakfast for father and dad.”
away with a haste that surprised Scorpius. “No way. Remember the Father’s Day
debacle of 2012? I want no part in this.” He turned around and quickly fled.
know what his issue is.” Albus scratched his head. “It was only a small fire.”
There was an indignant pause. “And it only happened once.”
Teddy called from somewhere in the house. “Don’t forget when you tried to make
tea for father when he was sick.”
thought we all decided that that didn’t happen.” Albus argued, folding his arms
across his chest. It was an accident. Cooking just didn’t work with him.
Somehow disasters happened every time he even bothered.
water Al.” Scorpius whispered with a shake of his head as he made his way
towards the kitchen. “You were boiling water.” His silence heavily suggested
that this shouldn’t have happened.
your silent accusations.”
they were silent, then you didn’t hear them.” Scorpius pointed out, pulling out
the requirements for pancakes. That was simple, right?
magic. I heard them all.” Albus countered, sitting on the table and watching
his brother combine everything needed.
realize that’s just a lie we tell people, don’t you? Twin magic has never been
established as legitimate.” Scorpius worried about his brother sometimes.
it!” Teddy’s faraway voice could be heard, and it had Albus snorting.
you going to help me or not?” Scorpius asked Albus, turning on the burners.
god.” Teddy whispered from his hiding spot behind the couch, hoping that they
wouldn’t burn the house down.
Prompt request: “You don’t understand, you never do!”
Summary: Yoongi is still close with his most recent ex. He doesn’t think much of it, and he’s told you many times that he doesn’t have any feelings for her. But when they dated for years, and you’ve only been in the picture for a few weeks, you can’t help but feel a little insecure.
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You yawned quietly, snuggling into Yoongi’s lap. The movie playing in front of you was boring, and it already hours past midnight. As you fought the urge to fall asleep, you turned your head to see how your boyfriend was faring.
Above you, Yoongi’s face was illuminated by the bright screen of his phone. He was typing away, completely engrossed in whatever he was doing. Every now and then, his lips would quirk into a smile or he would laugh breathily.
“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly due to your exhaustion. Yoongi glanced down at you, his eyes wide with surprise as if he had forgotten you were there. “I’m getting sleepy.
“Oh, I’m just texting Eunha,” Yoongi replied, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall above his television. You couldn’t help but frown at the mention of Yoongi’s ex-girlfriend, and the fact he was talking to her while you were supposed to be spending time together. “Yeah, it’s getting late. I didn’t even notice. You gonna head to your dorm?”
You sat up quickly and grabbed the remote that was beside you. You turned off the TV and stood up. “Yeah,” you answered curtly. “I’ll see you later.”
“Y/N, don’t be like that,” Yoongi sighed, running a hand over his face tired. He stood up, too, and tucked his phone into his back pocket. “You know that we’re just friends. There aren’t any feelings between us. Besides, we were friends before we dated, I’m not just gonna cut her out of my life.”
“Yeah, I know,” you said resignedly, looking at your feet instead of Yoongi. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just me.”
“Hey, don’t be like that,” Yoongi said softly, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m dating you because I like you, not anyone else. Don’t worry about stuff like that, okay?”
“Okay,” you replied, returning your boyfriend’s smile with a small one of your own. Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.
“Come on, it’s already late,” Yoongi said, grabbing your head and threading his fingers through yours. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”
“It’s okay, Yoongi,” you laughed, trying to disentangle your hand from his. He wouldn’t let go. “Really, it’s fine. My residence is like, a five minute walk away.”
“So?” Yoongi asked, his eyebrow raised challenging. “It’s dark. Something might happen. And besides, I want to.”
“If you insist,” you conceded teasingly. The two of you slipped into your shoes and exited Yoongi’s small dorm, hand in hand and smiling the entire way back to your place.
A few days later, you and Yoongi were supposed to meet up at a quaint coffeeshop for brunch. You had planned the date a few weeks ago. Yoongi was fairly late, so you wondered if he had forgotten. You pulled out your phone to see no new messages. Sighing, you started to text Yoongi.
SENT 10:27 AM
Hey r u coming?
RECEIVED 10:32 AM
Yeah I’m OMW. Sorry about that.
SENT 10:33 AM
It’s cool. I’m gonna order so I don’t get kicked out tho
RECEIVED 10:36 AM
I just bumped into Eunha. She just got in from Daegu today. Do you mind if she comes along?
SENT 10:37 AM
RECEIVED 10:40 AM
I know, I know. But she’s not gonna have any time to see me otherwise. I haven’t seen her in months, Y/N.
SENT 10:42 AM
Fine. Do what you want.
And when Yoongi and Eunha waltzed into the coffeeshop, eyes bright with laughter and huge smiles, you regretted texting that.
Yoongi spotted you quickly, and shot you an apologetic smile before leading Eunha to where you were sitting. You hated to admit it, but she was really pretty. Her and Yoongi probably made a great couple.
“Y/N, this is Eunha,” Yoongi introduced as they sat down in front of you. “Eunha, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”
“Oh!” Eunha exclaimed, looking a little flustered once she realized she was interrupting a date. Still, she smiled dazzlingly at you. “It’s so nice to meet you. Me and Yoongi are old friends, and we haven’t seen each other in a long time. I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a date, though.”
“Nice to meet you, too!” you replied cheerfully, although your smile was not as genuine as you tried to make it. “And it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“Damn, Yoongi,” Eunha laughed, shoving him in the shoulder. “You’re such a shitty boyfriend. I’m so glad I broke up with you.”
“Hey, she said it was fine!” Yoongi said defensively, though he was laughing. “And I broke up with you, for the record.”
“Whatever,” Eunha snorted, picking up the menu from the table. “We should order. This place looks really good. Oh! Yoongi, they have crêpes. Your favourite!”
“Oh, really? Awesome,” Yoongi smiled. You bit your bottom lip, frustrated that you didn’t know that, and even more frustrated that Eunha did. “I’ll have that then, I guess.”
The two friends conversed easily, catching up for lost time. Soon, they began talking about old friends–ones still living in Daegu that you hadn’t even heard of–and you stopped listening. The food arrived shortly after, and you slowly ate your Belgian waffles as Yoongi chatted away.
You watched him devour his chocolate crêpes, and then yell when Eunha snatched a piece with her fork. They looked like the couple, not you and Yoongi, But you bit your lip and said nothing, not wanting to make a scene.
In what felt like hours later, everyone had finally finished their food. Still, neither Yoongi nor Eunha looked like they had intentions of leaving anytime soon. The two of them hadn’t addressed you in the last few minutes, so you played idly on your phone.
“I’m gonna go to the washroom real quick,” Eunha announced, her chair scraping against the floor as she stood up. You winced at the sound. “Be right back!”
Eunha bounced away in search of the restroom. Once she was out of sight, Yoongi turned to you excitedly.
“So what do you think?” he asked. “She’s really fun, right? You should talk more, I think you two would make great friends.”
“Are you being serious, Yoongi?” you hissed, incredulous. “I’m sure she’s a great person, but really? We’re on a fucking date right now.”
“You said it was fine!” Yoongi exclaimed, his smile slipping away. “And I rarely get to see her. Forget that we dated–she’s one of my best friends. You know, it’s hard leaving half my life behind in Daegu. I’m sorry for wanting to see my friends and introduce them to you.”
“It’s not about that, you asshole,” you snapped, standing up. “You can be friends with whoever you want Yoongi. But think about this in my perspective, okay?”
You grabbed your thin jacket from behind your chair. Pulling a bill from your pocket, you threw it onto the table. “That should cover my food,” you said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you later. There’s no point in me staying.”
“Y/N, you’re being ridiculous,” Yoongi growled, his voice deepening angrily. “I don’t understand why you’re–”
“You don’t understand, you never do!” you interrupted. “We’ll talk about this later. Tell Eunha I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say bye.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the store.
Secretly, you were hoping Yoongi would come after you, but he didn’t.
With nothing to do, you wandered around aimlessly. Eventually, you came across a familiar landmark. There was a small park in the middle of the downtown area. You and Yoongi had been there several times together.
You walked slowly through the familiar setting, coming across a small pond. It was cool outside, so there weren’t as many animals as there were the last time you had came with Yoongi. There was a bench nearby, so you flopped onto it and stared at the blue sky above you, letting your mind wander to anywhere but Yoongi.
Still, you couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. You were angry with Yoongi, but you were even angrier at yourself for being so insecure. Sighing, you pulled your jacket tighter around you and stood up, ready to leave.
“Y/N,” Yoongi panted from behind you, his voice too familiar to miss. You spun around, mouth agape in surprise. “I had no idea where you went. Took me so long to find you.”
“I didn’t think you were going to follow me,” you replied, crossing your arms. Still, seeing Yoongi before you, breathless and sweating in his desperation to find you, dissipated your anger. Sighing, you spoke again. “Look, I’m sorry about earlier. You were wrong to do what you did, but I overreacted and I apologize for that.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Yoongi said with a small smile, moving closer to you. “I realize now that I’ve been pretty shitty. Not just for bringing Eunha on our date, but because I even let you feel any type of jealousy over Eunha.”
“My feelings are my own,” you snorted, uncrossing your arms as Yoongi had a move to hold your hands. You let him, his warm hands completely engulfing your frigid ones. “They’re mine to deal with.”
“No,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “I’m not good at talking about things like this. But it’s my fault for not telling you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. If I did, you would know that what I feel to you is incomparable to what I feel–or felt–for Eunha.”
“How much you love me?” you teased, although your heart was hammering in your chest. Yoongi had never said that before, and you didn’t either because you didn’t want to pressure him.
“Yes, how much I love you,” Yoongi repeated, his cheeks turning bright red. “I’m sorry I never told you before. But it’s true. I’m sorry I made you think that my feelings for you were anything less than that.”
“Well, you’re forgiven,” you laughed, pressing a quick peck against Yoongi’s lips. “And, for the record, I love you too.”
And, much later, you realized Yoongi had been right. You and Eunha made great friends, and Yoongi was beginning to regret ever introducing the two of you.
- Girl in Luv
Ok…so I was going to make this a Tutor!Yoongi thing, but I’m like 99% sure that’s not what any of the anons were requesting. But if you want a tutoring AU…like let me know. Thanks for requesting to all the people who did! I hope you enjoyed. As always, thanks for reading 💛
So aliens don’t get how humans can adapt to different temperatures, weather conditions and seasons. But how would they deal if humans actually looked forward to a season?
Shar'lan and En'thaar finished their trek back to the recon pod with their samples and data and awaited the arrival of their human crew mates.
“What is taking them so long?” Shar'lan asked as the breeze blew through her wisps. She shuddered and glanced out at the humans through the large Kangan trees, their purple blossoms swaying like waves.
“The humans know we can’t stand the cold very long.”
“They do know,” En'thaar agreed. “But to them it is not cold.” He watched Human-Cassie standing among the trees, her head slightly tipped back and her eyes closed. The wind blowing through her hair didn’t seem to bother her like it did Shar'lan. It was a behavior most strange to En'thaar, who had been around humans longer than anyone else back on the ship. He was beginning to worry when Human-David came up to Human-Cassie. He nudged her and she lowered her head and looked at him. He tilted his head toward the pod and said something En'thaar couldn’t quite make out, even with his strong receptors. Human-Cassie nodded and they started back toward the pod.
Later when the pod was on its way back to the ship, En'thaar approached Cassie in the common quarters. She was staring out the window at the planet growing smaller and smaller behind them. En'thaar shifted in place, not wanting to startle the human. Cassie heard the alien shuffling and turned toward him.
“Oh, hey Enth.” Cassie said. She turned back toward the window.
“Greetings, Human-Cassie.” The alien hesitated. “I have noticed that since our arrival on Veshra two-week cycles ago your behavior has been… different. Is there something wrong?”
Cassie gave a small, wistful smile. “Oh no, it’s just the weather.”
En'thaar nodded. “Yes, Shar'lan and I noticed it as well. The temperature readings we took were lower than the ones we took the beginning of the last moon-cycle. We have yet to determine if it is cause for concern.” The alien’s voice trailed off. He noticed the human looking back out the window. He suspected any attempt at conversation with Human-Cassie at that moment would be fruitless, so he returned to the logs.
As the days went on and weeks passed, En'thaar noticed the human’s behavior becoming stranger and stranger. He caught her pacing in her quarters, staring out the window, wearing more clothes or ‘layers’ as humans called them, and sleeping more. When her quality of work dropped to a level most unlike her, the worried alien knew something was terribly wrong. He approached Human-David with his concerns.
“Human-David. I must speak with you immediately about Human-Cassie.” The human looked up from his papers, noticing the urgency in the alien’s tone.
“What is it, En'thaar? Did something happen in the lab?”
“No, but I believe something may be wrong with Human-Cassie. She has been behaving most strangely ever since our trip to Veshra.” The alien described the changes he had observed in the human’s behavior. David listened and when the alien reached his conclusion, he couldn’t help but smile.
“I fear that she may have contracted some illness on Veshra. We must contact the med-ship immediately.”
“No, she’s not sick, Enth. She’s just restless.”
The alien’s expression grew confused. “Restless? How can she be without rest? She seems to be sleeping more now than ever.”
David chuckled. “Not that kind of restless. She just misses the Fall, the change of seasons. Fall is one of our seasons back on Earth. You want her to get better? The best way to cure this is to take her back to Veshra.”
Two day-cycles later the crew was back on Veshra. When they arrived, Cassie squealed when she saw the pink Kangan strands dangling from the orange and yellow blossoms. She grinned and grabbed David’s arm and ran through the strands dragging him along and laughing. En'thaar relaxed. He didn’t understand what was going on with Human-Cassie, but he was happy that she was better. Shar'lan stepped out next to him and watched, shivering.
“I’m glad Human-Cassie is feeling better now, but how long must we stay? We still do not know what is causing this planet to change so suddenly.“ She gestured at the newly changed blooms of the trees. “See? That cannot be good!”
“No, it is not bad,” En'thaar said, pleased to be able to share his new knowledge. “It is just ‘Fall’.”
Shar'lan was not so convinced. “I still think we should keep this planet under observation. It’s so cold here.”
Cassie stopped mid-stride in front of the aliens. “Oh, you’re cold? Here, you can use my scarf.” She took the woolen garment off and handed it to the alien.
Shar'lan just stood there confused and and stared at the thing in her webbed hands. Humans are definitely weird.
The first openly gay NHL player can’t be single in Seattle!
Since Eric can’t risk telling anyone he has a boyfriend (especially a closeted NHL-er), his only option is to play along as the Schooners go out of their way to find Eric a boyfriend. This wouldn’t be a problem if his well-meaning teammates didn’t keep trying to introduce him to other closeted players, of which there are more than he would have guessed. Now Eric has to survive a night with Kent Parson.
As the first openly gay player in the NHL, Eric is used to being locker rooms filled with guys bundled up so tight a TSA scanner couldn’t find their genitals; but then there’s stuff like this. Brazen nudity of the ‘I recognize you’re attracted to men, look how cool I am with it’ variety. His new captain leans toward the latter in a way that would make Shitty proud.
“Bittle, we’re going out with a few Aces. You met Kent Parson?”
Mitchell ‘Cricket’ Crocker is pushing 30 and already going gray. He’s also standing in front of Eric’s stall, naked as the day he was born, unconcerned with the fact his junk is at Eric’s eye-level.
I was commissioned by @lanyard09 for a fluffy dragon piece. SFW and super sweet. Enjoy!
You wake to the sound of a low growl in your ear. You try to keep from smiling but the low growl persists. You feel a nudge against your cheek and he nips playfully. You peek open an eye and laugh as your husband curls his lip up at you.
“About damn time,” he snarls as he kisses you.
“Since when do you wake up early?” You stretch and yawn as he nuzzles to your neck and shoulder.
He had every right to be, with him being the son of Bruce Wayne and all.
But it was your job to take him down a peg or two.
Or in this case bring him down from his high mansion in the sky.
“Hey Damian do you want to play Speed with me?”
“Why would I want to play some mediocre game with an insufferable human being such as yourself?”
“Says the guy who just doesn’t want to get his ass kicked in a kids game.”
“Deal the deck Y/L/N”
It was a tie between you too.
After a while, he began to sort of like you. Over time it became much more.
He liked how you always challenged him and make him feel some sort of way.
You began to have the same feelings for him as well.
Later on he asked you out.
But since THE GREAT DAMIAN WAYNE WAS NERVOUS, he did it in the weirdest way possible.
“Y/L/N, as we have known each other for quite some time now, I have noticed that we have created mutual bond within our unlikely relationship. Therefore, I think that we should participate in watching a film at the local theatre. Please say that you will accompany me.”
“Are…Are you asking me to go to the movies with you or writing the Declaration of Independence?”
“Oh then sure.”
The rest is history.
He loves buying you gifts.
Mostly the expensive kind.
A laptop here, an iPhone there…
Hell he even bought you a new wardrobe.
You finally had to tell him to stop and say that some flowers were fine.
Since he didn’t have a real childhood, you like to just baby him sometimes.
One, because you love how he would react and Two, because he deserves to be a kid every once in awhile.
“Did you rent out a bouncy house for an hour Y/N?”
“No…I’m not stupid. I rented it for a whole day.”
“You are insane if you think I would enjoy playing in some child contraption.”
“You are insane if you think I can’t make you come in here.”
Long story short, you guys jumped in that bouncy house that whole day.
He would always draw you when you feel insecure.
When you hate a certain part of your body, we would just focus on that part of you.
And ends up hanging them in your room.
“Damian, why are you drawing me so much?”
“Because I hate when you feel so insecure about yourself when I adore everything about you, my Beloved.”
Him being your cocky, sophisticated boyfriend.
You being the only one that can keep him in check.
mars in aries:
"u know what. FUCk everything. why doesnt life just give me what i want!!! life is so SLOW and BORING and i want ADVENTURE why can't things just HAPPEN MY WAY for ONCE!!!" *someone tells them to chill* "who tf are you??? are you trying to fight me????? ok i dare you FIGHT ME"
mars in taurus:
*bad stuff happens* "lol im fine" *more bad stuff happens* "@ life are u trying to provoke me...try harder it aint working" *the worst thing that could possibly happen happens* "OK THATS IT IM AT MY LIMIT. THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY. IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN THINK WTF WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME. anyways im actually totally chill haha let me just suppress my feelings it'll be ok :)"
mars in gemini:
"oh, i see! you think i'm wrong. i'm truly sorry to hear that some pitiful creatures like you find my beautiful mind so complex that you can't comprehend anything i'm saying. i'm sure that, for SOME people, it is indeed a bit too complex hahah lmao (:"
mars in cancer:
"fine, whatever. u may have said something rude but it's ok im just gonna ignore that" *later* "that fUkcin bitch...i'll show them later, trust me. i'll just wait for the right moment and destroy them when they least expect it"
mars in leo:
"??? did u just insult me or one of my interests ??? lmao first of all, HOW DARE YOU. second of all, YOU ARE WRONG. i am so beautiful and awesome and such a great friend and THIS is how u repay me??? i'm worth so much more than this. you are disgraceful. i am disgusted"
mars in virgo:
"i hate everything. NOTHING is going right and i am FALLING APART. honestly i don't even remember the last time something good happened in this world. why are people always annoying me? why is school always annoying me??? why is LIFE always annoying me????? can everyone just STOP"
mars in libra:
*someone points out that they need to get their life together* "bitch...what? i'm fine...what are you talking about.....my life is 100% under control!!!" *procrastinates everything* "wtf why do i have so much work??? i am dying under all the pressure i hate everything NOTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
mars in scorpio:
*on the outside* "okay you know what fuck you im so over this it's over" *on the inside* "i know all ur weaknesses, honey...and trust me, you will regret it. you think i'm over this but i'm definitely not lmao watch ur back"
mars in sagittarius:
"wtf bitch i hate u, what do you think of yourself??? how dare u disagree with me and say rude stuff to me ugh don't talk to me ever again" *after like 8 minutes max* "omfg the other day i was listening to the duck song and i was thinking about how much you'd like it i mean i bet you've already heard it but it's absolutely hilarious u should watch the video it went viral on youtube hahaha" *someone asks if they've gotten over their anger* "what anger? ...oh thAT. lmao whatever who cares about that, have you heard the duck song?"
mars in capricorn:
"yeah i'm pretty fucking upset right now, things definitely did not go the way i expected them to. anyways that's just life. i'm over it. i'm just gonna...try and distract myself.....and pretend nothing happened...because that'll help me stop thinking about my shitty life...probably"
mars in aquarius:
*on the outside* "i guess ur right. maybe what ur saying is the right thing to do :) :) :)" *on the inside* "...excuse me hoe.....ur wrong, i'm right. u can't tell me what to do. i'm well-aware of what i'm doing, if u think i'm gonna listen to anything u tell me to do ur 100% wrong bye"
mars in pisces:
*accidentally offends someone, someone asks why they're mad* "honestly i'm not totally sure why i'm mad. i didn't even know i was mad until you pointed it out. i mean there are the usual reasons for being mad...people are horrible, life just generally sucks. so yeah im probably just generally mad lmao no worries"
can I request nct neighbour au for jaehyun and mark just like the seventeen one? those are so good. but take your time :) thank you!
a lot of you wanted some more nct stuff on this blog, plus jaehyun’s birthday is tomorrow so!! take this as a little gift for the lovely boy of nct~ (and mark heh)
smiling sunshine, dimple angel of the apartment building that is so nice that he smiles at everyone and then ends up walking straight into the front door,,,,,,,jaehyun please looks where you’re going more often you clumsy kid
whenever he’s coming home, the kids from the nearby park will call out his name and ask him to join them
and if he has time you can find him holding a jump rope or helping one of the kids reach the basketball net
other times you can see him running down the straight, obviously late for his bus and trying to juggle his notebook, backpack, and phone
and he has this really childlike obliviousness about him,,,,,like he’s always just smiling and positive
and if he does anything to embarrass himself he just laughs it off
and if he meets a neighbor that might be in a bad mood, just talking with him usually makes people feel so comfortable and at ease,,,,,,he’s literally got a healing smile
keeps a lot of sports memorabilia in his apartment and it’s cute he like has the flag from his favorite national teams up on the wall and he invites people over to watch games with him
he likes to keep things clean, but his desk is always over piling with notebooks because he keeps forgetting them at home and then buying new ones to write in and in the end he ends with a huge stack on his desk that taeyong is always nagging about when he comes over
but other than that,,,,,,it’s a really normal apartment and jaehyun never worries about like decorating or anything. he cooks for himself (decently) and so the only thing he spends money on is sports + groceries
and you’re ,,,,,,,,,, not the best cook to put it lightly and you know jaehyun because whenever you bump into him at the grocery store he actually looks like he knows what he’s doing while you’re just like ???????!!!!!!!
and it’s like your third attempt at trying to make edible ramen,,,,that you just break one afternoon and you end up ringing jaehyun’s doorbell and when he opens the door you’re like “Save Me”
and he’s like “???? IS THERE A FIRE??? ARE YOU GETTING ROBBED? ILL CALL-”
and you just put the packet of ramen in his hand and you’re like “i suck,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,at Cooking”
it takes him a second but he burst out into that heavenly laughter and is like “so you need help?” and you’re like “please,,,,,,im so hungry” and he’s like “ok, ramen is easy. i can teach you in no time”
and you stand beside him as he boils the water like an expert and tears open the ramen and he’s telling you about how you should add in other things aside from flavor packets, like maybe vegetables or spices
and he’s doing this so effortlessly and in your head you’re like: how
but then also you peek up and you see how relaxed and happy he looks
the handsome set of his jaw, the way his eyes are a soft chocolate brown
and you realize only when he goes “almost done” that you’ve spent the last five minutes staring at him and not paying attention
and you’re like “o-oh yay!” and jaehyun invites you to try it with him
and he dips the spoon in and carefully blows on it before offering it to you and you want to take the spoon
but he’s like “i can feed you!”
completely oblivious to how he’s making your heart race and you taste it and ofc, it’s amazing and you’re like “how are you so good at everything??” and jaehyun’s like “im not good at EVERYTHING” but you’re like
“well you’re good at sports, cooking, and you’re cute that’s basically everything-”
and jaehyun grins but then his eyes widen a bit and he’s like “pardon me, but did you just say cute?”
and you’re like OH mY G OD ,,,,,,,, i did,,,,,,,,,and you’re like “WELL ILL BE GOING NOW”
but jaehyun is like “wait we should eat this ramen together-”
and you’re like dkjsfkdlf thank you for teaching me,,,,,i made a fool of myself i must go,,,,,,,,,,
but jaehyun’s face softens and he’s like “i think you’re cute too, so stay and have some ramen?”
and you’re like ,,,,,,w,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,but also how can you say no to him and so you sit down beside him and he pours some ramen into a bowl for you
and as you’re sitting you’re trying not to blush TOO much
while jaehyun’s just thinking to himself,,,,,,that if if two cute people cook ramen together, does the ramen also become cuter?????? whatever, he just hopes he can cook with you sometime again soon~~~
always has someone over at his place because his hyungs don’t trust him living alone
taeyong is basically his damn roommate
he doesn’t spend too much time at home so he never has the opportunity to make it messy, except if he has like haechan over,,,,,,then he ends up with something from his closet missing and like half his supply of snacks. gone
he has like one poster on his wall of his favorite Canadian hockey player and it’s important to him because his brother sent it over when mark moved,,,,,,taeyong is like “it’s crooked” whenever he sees it but mark is like “hyung,,,,,,,it’s the sentiment that counts.”
sleeps just about anywhere in his apartment,,,,,,,like most people go to sleep in their bed but mark just knocks out where-ever. the couch, the floor, the kitchen table, while he’s brushing his teeth,,,,,,he just lives a very hectic life
his refrigerator gets covered in polaroids that jisung and jeno insist he put up and mark isn’t one for decorating, but he lets his younger friends do whatever because like why not
he gets nagged on by them for being “boring” but mark is like i just don’t have time to do anything ????? i barely had time to eat my morning bagel????
you think mark is really cute, ever since you moved in down the hall but like????? all the other neighbors are always like “we don’t know anything about him because he’s never around.” and you kind of get sad
because you get a glimpse of him like every two weeks and even then you can’t even properly introduce yourself because he’s either running out of the building or talking with a friend whose coming over
and you know,,,,,it’s not like you’re going to try and press the issue. you just smile whenever you two happen to pass each other even in those three seconds of interaction
and mark always smiles back,,,,,,,,,,,because he’s sweet
and you don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation or just confusion but you hear someone trying to unlock your door when day
and when you go over, you open up and you see mark - shocked to see you
and he’s like “why,,,,,,,,are you in my apartment?” and you’re like “um,,,,,,,i live here. this is my apartment, you’re over there down the hall.”
and mark blinks and looks at his key and then at you and he’s like “thaT’S WHY it must have not opened up??? i kept putting my key in but it wouldn’t turn!!!”
and you laugh into your hand and you’re like “yeah, that’s probably why” and mark apologizes and you’re like don’t worry but then you’re like,,,,,,this is my only chance to ever talk to him so you’re like
“we haven’t ever,,,,,introduced ourselves but im your neighbor!” and you tell him your name and age and he grins and tells you his age and you guys just chat for a bit
and then out of nowhere he goes “you don’t have any chips do you?” and you’re like “i do, why?” and he’s like “i wanted to buy some on my way home, but i totally forgot and i just remembered because the hockey game is on later tonight and a friend of mine ate all my snacks the last time he was over”
with that mark rolls his eyes and mumbles haechan’s name but you’re like “oh, ill give you mine! hockey sounds fun - ive always wanted to learn more about it”
and mark perks up and he’s like “im from canada, hockey is like religion to us!! you should come over and watch the gam-”
but he stops himself and reddens and is like “it must be creepy for me to just ask like that, like who’d just come over to watch a game with a stranger haha”
but you shake your head and you’re like “i’d love to!”
and you get your chips and that’s how you end up sitting on mark’s couch, mark pointing to the players on the TV and explaining positions and goals and soon enough the two of you are literally sitting on the rug, nose in the TV, watching the game so intently and sharing chips
and when the team scores, you and mark burst into cheers like you’re literally in the rink with the fans
and you’re high-fiving each other and grinning
but also,,,,,,,once you look into each others eyes there’s a little hint of embarrassment because,,,,,,, you guys are still new to each other but also like ,,,,,,,,,, interested in each other
and neither of you says anything
until the door opens and in walks doyoung whose like “oops am i interrupting a date?”
OMG OMG HC WHERE PETER JUST VLOGS ABOUT HOW MUCH HE MISSES YOU WHEN HE IS IN HIS STARK INTERNSHIP
when i say this is the cutest thing peter has ever done for you
i can’t even exaggerate it
saying goodbye to him was a bitter-sweet moment for you because you were always worried about him and would miss him, but you were extremely proud of him for getting to go on his first mission
peter knew you’d be missing him
and of course lil’ homeboy was desperately wishing you could’ve gone with him
“happy, why can’t we bring y/n???”
“do you even think about the things you ask me before you do so?”
anyways peter wanted to make sure you still felt included on this huge milestone of his
he’d decide he was going to take videos to keep you posted like all the vlogs he had seen on youtube
oh my god he tried to keep it secretive so he could surprise you once he got home
but he was just so excited you ended up getting multiple vlogs a day
and you were most definitely not complaining about how cute your boyfriend was
“ok so we’re getting on the plane now…if you were here you could’ve sat here”
and he’d point the camera to the seat directly next to him
“or here :))”
and now the camera would move to his lap
but he’d move the camera away hella quick as soon as happy came by the aisle and shut up
he didn’t get much sleep on the flight, so that was probably the longest vlog
a good 40 minutes after being edited
he had to split it up and send it to you in like 9 separate parts
you watched every second of it
“what’s a movie we haven’t already watched?”
“how far do you think i can throw this cup without hitting anything?”
“i wonder if my webs would stick to clouds- wait no that doesn’t obey any laws of science or physics…they’d just cut right through… should i invent webs that stick to clouds??”
“oh wait, you can’t answer me at the moment so i should stop asking so many questions..”
waking up happy every hour or so with his shenanigans and getting it on film
stark even got a huge kick out of these clips
“ok.. *yawn* i think i’m gonna get some sleep since we got 35 minutes *yawn* left.. i miss you already”
pouty, sleepy peter aw
the next one came from his arrival in berlin as he was walking around with happy
“so…not sure exactly why we’re here, but this is so cool!”
“oh my gosh i’m totally bringing you to berlin next time!!!!”
“happy, say hi to y/n!!”
“please save me from your boyfriend”
also: “i really don’t know how you’re dating him”
him showing you allllll the scenery
“woah, i feel like a really cool narrator”
lots of !!!!!! coming from peter at actually everything he sees
“peter, you know we’re in public, people are staring”
“sorry babe, i guess that’s my cue to go, i’ll call you when i get to the hotel”
lot’s of kisses being blown to the camera
him opening up his camera right after ending the last one
“oH AND I MISS YOU OKBYE”
next up was the iconic hotel introduction
“dO YOU SEE THE SIZE OF THIS ROOM”
“we could both have king size beds in here”
“wait, that’s dumb you can just sleep with me”
peter setting down the phone while he’s changing into his little homemade suit so the camera goes black for a minute and you hear a small crash
“i’m fINE JUST HIT THE LAMP”
peter hyping himself up in the camera and it makes your heart swELL
“do i look ok? i think stark is gonna be impressed, i added a new-”
“what is that? what are you wearing?”
“it’s my suit :))”
oh my gosh you actually had to take a screenshot of the look on peter’s face when he showed you his new suit stark had designed for him
“BaBE BABE BABE DO YOU SEE THIS? THIS IS INSANE”
sending him loads of supporting texts after getting all these videos that make him blush
“MY BOYFRIEND IS THE CUTEST WOW”
you don’t hear from him for the rest of the day, which is a bit alarming, but you try to think only the best and hope that he’s doing alright
then all of a sudden you get a facetime call
i know, not a vlog, but i think he’d actually do this tbh
he’s actually in the middle of the airport fight
“woah, there’s captain america…black widow..hey who’s the new guy?”
“shit, babe that’s me i gotta go”
hearing him in the background
watching various superheros flying across the screen of your phone and seeing random explosions
peter screaming often
him swinging across the camera
head ass just left his phone chilling while he fought
thinking he could actually get in lots of trouble for this???
after everything calms down, a disheveled peter returns to the screen
“oh hey, angel, you’re still here”
he sounds kinda outta breath
his mask is half on
he’s got a few bruises forming
“peTER I SAW YOU FLYING ACROSS THE SCREEN AND-”
“I STOLE CAPTAIN AMERICA’S SHIELD”
followed by: “sHIT I GOTTA GO MISS YOU LOVE YOU BYE”
him hanging up very quickly with a panicked look on his face
not hearing from him until another hour later
this one was shorter but it was still cute as hell
“aND THEN MR. STARK SAID, ‘HEY UNDEROOS!’ AND I SWUNG IN AND I STOLE CAP’S SHIELD AND I WAS ALL ‘hey everybody’ and tHEN I STOLE CAP’S SHIELD AND-”
he stopped when there was a knock at the door
“hold up, baby”
homeboy flipping across the bed
you’re still in aw of his abilities ????
“we have thin walls, you know”
“so sorry, happy, it’s for y/n!!”
“ok, i’m back.. i think i need some sleep though, i can’t feel the left right side of my face. but i love you and miss you a lot and i think i come home tomorrow, did i mention i miss you? anyways, goodnight baby!”
he didn’t even edit it he was so tired, but it made you happy he was finally getting some rest
in the mornings he made you another vlog
“ok, good morning, *rubbing eyes, lots of yawning*, i’m on my way home, berlin was crazy, did i tell you i stole cap’s shield last night, babe?”
“anyways, i really really miss you. god, i haven’t kissed you in like 30 hours this is ridiculous”
IF YOU THINK THIS BOY DIDN’T PUT TOGETHER A BLOOPERS VLOG FOR YOU TOO YOU ARE WRONG
he also had tony give you a little hello
“peter did great at the stark internship retreat, y/n, and-”
“oh, mr. stark, she knows it’s cool, she’s in on our little secret”
lots of bloopers of him messing up his lines that he prepared in his head
trying to speak german
key word: trying
retelling the captain america story
talking about taking out bucky and sam
he said he missed you about 73847493 times
and he made sure you knew that
and you definitely felt it
but it made it much more bearable having him being gone
OK I LOVED DOING THIS THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING IT!!!
Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.
“Fuck off asking me that. Or I’ll slam your face into the lockers.”
Dorian held his hands up, weaving in and out of the students crowding the hallway. He wanted to push the subject more, to find out how he could help her even in the slightest way. But he knew Manon. She would actually throw him against the lockers if he asked her that question one more time.
Class has just ended, so the hallways were packed with students as they caught up with friends or made their way to their lockers. Manon and Dorian had just got out of French class themselves when he offered to walk her to her locker.
Truthfully, he was worried about her. He didn’t know what it was, but that was just something about Manon that seemed off. There was an underlying emotion that clouded her eyes, sometime Dorian couldn’t place. Plus, she was being… harsher than normal.
He had a feeling that something happened at the party, because something always happened at parties. But he knew Manon wasn’t going to let up anytime soon. The only way he was going to know what had happened was if she told him. And by the looks of it, that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.
Lance: Hey, guys, I kind of wanted to tell you something.
Pidge: pfft are you finally ending your mediocre, unreturned advances towards Allura?
Lance: well, I guess you could -
Hunk: yeah, I really think it’s starting to make her frustrated, dude. Might wanna lay off
Shiro: I agree.
Lance: It doesn’t have anything to do with -
Keith: it’s just sad to watch, honestly
Lance: Why did I even think they would care?
Lance: They never do.
Lance: I’m just not important enough.
Lance: I should just stop talking and annoying everyone.
Keith, cleaning his blade: hm?
Lance: didn’t say a thing, keithy boy
Lance: Coran, you got some work you could give me? Kinda need to get my mind off something
Coran: Oh, well nothing at the moment, but Allura might -
Allura, having smelled sad Cuban son blood: What has made you want to get your mind off?
Lance: Are you sure you wanna know?
Lance: I - I tried to tell the team I’m bisexual, but they just kept going on and on about h - how I should stop flirting with you and how I’ll never have a chance with you a - and Keith said it was sad -
Allura: I need to hear no more
Allura, holding her sad Cuban son tightly, pulling the bisexual into her life, with a sign that says ‘I Love My Bisexual Son’, waving the bisexual flag, Wiping His Tears: VOLTRON GET THE Q U I Z N A K IN HERE, LANCE HAS HAD SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO SAY TO YOU ALL Q U I Z N A K I N G DAY HOW DARE YOU IGNORE AND TEASE HIM, I’M ASHAMED OF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU, I’M FLATTERED BY HIS ADORABLE FLIRTING, YOU SHOULD BE EMBARRASSED AT YOUR BEHAVI