“You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me!” You sing songed, running all over the Stilinski’s back yard.
Your families were neighbors, and both you and Stiles were six, so you played together every day. It was a fast and easy friendship to make.
“No fair! You’re faster than me!” The boy with messy hair panted. You giggled, spinning around, your pigtails flying.
“Come on Mitchy!”
“I said I wanna be Stiles!” You shook your head, running over to him and jumping onto his back. He caught you with ease, and began running around again. It was amazing how much energy kids could have.
“Well everyone else can call you Stiles, because I’m the only one who gets to know your real name” You said cheekily.
“Okay! It’ll be a special thing. I’ll call you… uh… y/n/n!” You giggled at the silliness and nodded.
“Okay deal!” You agreed.
Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same?
Don’t wanna cry but I break that way
“It’s an emergency Stiles!” You whined through your bedroom door. He stood in the hall on the other side.
“Is it? Because last time you told me something was an emergency, you were distracting me and you took my best pokemon card and my Mets hat!” he said back.
“Please” You begged.
“Ugh” You heard him stomp his foot on the floor. “Fine. But only because somehow your puppy eyes work through the door” He said, and opened it. “I don’t know how you-” Stiles stopped when he saw you, jaw dropping open at the sight.
Tonight was your first school dance, you were seventh graders. It was low key, but still a milestone. And… you’d never dressed up before. Not even a skirt. SO when Stiles saw you in a cream colored dress with a simple brown belt, his eyes had noticeably widened.
“Oh my god is it that bad?” Tears welled in your eyes and Stiles quickly shook his head, crossing his room to you.
“No no, it’s great, it’s um, it’s pretty” He’d never said anything that made him feel so awkward. But he was telling the truth. In fact he wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, but he didn’t want to cross a line. You looked down at your outfit unsurely, a few tears slipping from your eyes. “No don’t cry y/n, don’t cry” He walked behind you, and zipped up the last two inches, because you couldn’t reach it and gave up. “I mean it you look really pretty, like, princess pretty”
“Thanks Mitchy” You mumbled, finally glancing up and taking in his button down and nice pants. He even had a tie. You smiled and grabbed onto his hand. “Come on, be my prince charming for the night”
God his heart was like thunder in his chest.
Cold sheets, but where’s my love?
I am searching high, I’m searching low
In the night ooh
He was lying in bed, trying not to cry, if he was being honest. But every time he looked over, there was that picture frame of him and y/n at the carnival. A selfie he’d taken when they got to the top of the ferris wheel. She had her arms wrapped loosely around his neck. Her cheek was resting on his shoulder, his Mets cap on her head and his scarf tied around her neck. She was smiling big at the camera. He knew that she had the same frame next to her bed as well, but he also knew she wasn’t looking at it right now.
No, at this moment she was out on a date with Jackson Whittemore. Yeah. Jackass Whittemore of all people. Stiles had been trying to come to terms of it, they were halfway through sophomore year and he’d asked her out the third week of school. Stiles was there, and he just sat and watched her giddy answer of a yes.
He groaned, rolling over in bed, and slamming his pillow on top of the back of his head. He begged for suffocation.
Five minutes later there was knocking on his door.
“Go away Dad, I’m not in the mood” More knocks. Stiles groaned and got up, crossing the room and whipping it open. “Dad I said-” He froze upon seeing you. Quickly he wiped his face to hide that he’d been crying earlier. Not very manly to cry.
“Your Dad let me in” You whispered. He stepped aside, and you slowly walked into his room.
“I thought that uh.. I thought tonight you-”
“Jackson was fucking with Makayla” You said bluntly, but quietly as you pretended to admire the little things on his desk. Though you’d been there millions of times before. Stiles sat on the end of his bed, your back to him.
“He did?” He all but growled out.
“Don’t go picking a fight” You scolded immediately. “But yep” You popped the p. “Screwing her since we’ve been dating, probably still is” You shrugged, and walked around to the other side of the room. Your eyes landed on his bedside table.
“Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, picking up the familiar picture frame. You smiled at it, letting your fingers run over the glass gently. You missed those days. Stiles flopped back on the bed, and you walked back towards the door, turning off the lights and shutting the door.. “Are you going home?” Stiles asked. You shrugged your jacket off, shaking your head again. You kicked off your shoes, and made a pile of them and your coat by the door. He watched as you crawled into his bed.
“I wanna stay here” You said, and your voice cracked. Stiles reached out for you instantly, pulling you against him and cradling you.
“I’m so sorry y/n” He whispered as you cried silently into his shirt.
“I thought I loved him” You admitted, and a pang of hurt tapped into his heart. “I guess I really am that typical teenage girl” You whispered.
“No… no y/n you’re so much more than that” He told you. “You’re beautiful, and smart, and you’re going to achieve so much in your life, and Jackson will whither away with his herpes and probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere- not that Scott and I will have anything to do with that” You laughed quietly into his shirt, and it made Stiles smile.
“Well… maybe Scott can use some werewolf powers and give him a little scare…” You said, and Stiles laughed. A few minutes of silence passed. Stiles hand both arms wound around you, and you had your hands pressed against his chest, head resting on top of them.
“y/n I care so much about you… more than you know” He told you. You didn’t respond. “y/n?” No response. The softest of snores left your lips, and Stiles bit the inside of his cheek.
Maybe the universe was telling him that you weren’t meant to know the truth.
I’ve got a fear
Oh in my blood
She was carried up
Into the clouds
High above ooh
You were giggling when your arms shot out for the small trash bucket, and you began hacking into it.
“Shh… Shh” He cooed, rubbing your back, and readjusting the blanket he had previously wrapped around you.
“I’m sorry I’m not much fun for movie night tonight” You sniffled.
So far your junior year was going alright. It had just started, and there was no supernatural dilemma, and you and Stiles were back to being strong again. Maybe… maybe too strong? Lately every time the boy looked at you or touched you, your heart would flutter and you knew what that meant. But it confused you. Stiles was your best friend, you couldn’t fall for him.
“It’s okay, we don’t have to watch anything y/n you’ve been sick all week maybe you should lay down”
“No I don’t want to get in your bed then you’ll get sick”
“Trust me you’ve already gotten me sick I’m sure” He replied, turning on the space heater and dragging it over to where you sat on the floor. He’d moved all the furniture in the living room out of the way so you could just be under a mountain of blankets and watched movies. It had gone great for the first fifteen minutes, but then you puked into the popcorn bowl.
“I’m sorry Stiles, I’m ruining your night” You frowned, and warmed your freezing hands up by the heater. He shook his head, smiling softly and taking your hands between his, rubbing them together to generate more heat.
“Don’t be sorry, I’m just glad you’re here” You buried yourself more in the blanket so he couldn’t see your blush. “And you’re not dying. That’s what would ruin movie night. But it’s just the flu” Stiles chuckled. “You want something to drink maybe? Orange juice? Hot chocolate?”
“Hot chocolate sounds nice” You said with a big sweet smile that asked him silently to go make it for you. He nodded, and stood up, ruffling your hair before heading into the kitchen. The second h was gone, you whipped out your phone.
To Lydia: SOS CODE RED
To y/n: shit i knew you were in love with him. Alli owes me twenty and Kye owes me ten
If you bleed I’ll bleed the same
If you’re scared, I’m on my way
A shit storm of pain had come to you in a hurricane of long tan legs, and eight years experience of being a coyote.
It had been two months since you lost Allison, a girl you’d grown to become quite close with, almost as close as Lydia. Lydia being your closest girl friend. So when she died, you mourned just as much as the rest of them. Stiles had seen you cry, but never that much. He’d comforted you every second of the day for a solid three weeks. You often spent the night wrapped up in his arms and blankets, sobbing as he cooed soft things to you and stroked your hair.
And it was time. You knew it was time. It was time for you to take control of your feelings, and tell him how you really felt. That every second you’re around him, you want it to last forever. That every time he spoke, you wanted to reach across the table and kiss him. That when you rode next to him in the Jeep, you wanted to take his hand and intertwine your fingers together. That every time he touched you, sparks ignited and danced along your skin. That every time he looked at you, you just wanted to scream I love you.
You’d never power walked so quickly through the school hall. As soon as Scott told you that he’d seen Stiles go into the chem lab, you’d spun around and made your way to the classroom. It was the end of the day, every other student in the building was walking out towards the parking lot, eager to get home. But not you.
You were a girl on a mission. You neared the door, and quickly pulled out your phone to check your makeup. Flawless, you heard Lydia say in your head. Hell, you were even so confident that you winked at your reflection. This. Was. It.
You smiled big and opened the door.
If you could go back in time, and change one thing, this would be it. Because walking in on Stiles and Malia making out in the empty classroom, crushed everything you had left in you. It took your happiness, your confidence, your dignity. You felt utterly stupid.
Just as Stiles had caught your eye, you turned away and legitimately ran through the halls, suddenly you felt like you couldn’t get away fast enough.
Did you run away, did you run away
I don’t need to know
But if you ran away
If you ran away come back home
“Hey y/n, it’s Stiles again. I’m not really sure if you’re ignoring me or not, I’ve called you twelve times now, but if you are please call me back I want to fix it… uh… I’ll see you later and I hope you’re alright” You closed your eyes tight, not wanting to hear these voicemails anymore.
You shut off your phone, tossing it onto your bed.
Two days ago, you walked in on Malia kissing the fuck out of Stiles. She had her hands in his hair, hell, you could see her tongue.
Your eyes closed again, and you rubbed away your tears with the palms of your hands. You hadn’t been back to school since it happened. How could you? Show your face after complete shame? Not to mention how devastated you felt. Even a little betrayed. Lydia had pushed you to confess to Stiles, she’d told you that she saw the way he looked at you, that friends didn’t look at each other like that.
I guess I was too late, you thought to yourself. You were always too late.
You woke up to your doorbell ringing, followed by pounding on your front door. You groaned, knowing you were the only person in the house to answer. The rain was dumping outside, and it was actually helping you get to sleep. Which was now ruined thanks to whoever your visitor was. You pulled on a jacket over your tee shirt and jeans, and padded down the stairs. You checked the clock on the way.
“Who’s coming here at eleven o’clock on a Thursday night?” You mumbled to yourself. Then opened the door.
“Tell me why you’re ignoring” You almost gasped aloud when Stiles spoke the second the door opened.
“I don’t know wha-”
“Don’t bullshit me y/n tell me right now why you’re ignoring me” His hair was so soaked it hung over his face. His clothes stuck to him, and you could see his pained expression. He’d been crying.
“Stiles I-I can’t”
“You have a mouth and you’re clearly able to speak, so you very well can, tell me”
“No Stiles, I can’t”
“Why the hell not? What happened y/n? Why do you hate me?”
“Hate you!?” You screamed, and shoved him on his shoulders, taking him by surprise, as he stumbled backwards. You stepped outside towards him. “You think I’m ignoring you because I hate you!?” You punched the sides of your fists against his chest. “You fucking idiot I’m ignoring you because I fucking love you and there’s not a goddamn thing I can do about it!” You continued to attack him. “Lydia told me oh no y/n, the way he looks at you and blah blah all that shit! And so after weeks I muster the courage to go tell you and what do I find Stiels!? You! Making out with- with Malia!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, getting soaked under the downpour. He snatchde your wrists so you’d stop hitting him.
“Oh so you think it’s that fucking easy!?” Stiles yelled back, and you silenced yourself. “I didn’t even have the slightest amount of bravery to just waltz up to you and tell you I was fucking in love with you! You know what happened that day y/n? In the lab!?” you didn’t say anything, just stood staring at him, silent tears rushing down your pink cheeks. “Malia kissed me, and I pushed her off because I was in love with you”
“Key word was” You muttered under your breath. Stiles grabbed your chin roughly between his forefinger and chin. Forcing you too look up at him. His eyes were so intense, you wanted to look away but you couldn’t.
“Am” He emphasized. “I am in love with you, and you don’t get to say shit because I have been since we were six” Your chest rose and fell quickly, desperate to catch a full breath. It was silent for a good four seconds. Four seconds of starting at each other with such passion that it was too much.
How do you fix unresolved passion?
You both jumped forward, your lips colliding in a kiss that made you see stars behind your eyes. Stiles’ hands were cupped around your cheeks, and yours ran up into his wet hair. Everything was wet and you wanted to cry tears of joy, tears of relief.
“I love you” He breathed.
“I love you too” You responded, and wrapped your arms around his neck. You hugged each other tight, standing outside in the rain, but not caring to move.
“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain” Stiles mumbled. “Kinda romantic”
“I was thinking sexy” You mused. He hummed.
“Well then let’s go inside”
And when you nodded, it was the first time Stiles was ever faster than you.
Q: What was your final audition song [for Les Miserables]?
Eddie: “It was “Empty Chairs at Empty Tables” and then “A Heart Full of Love.” Claude-Michel, who composed it, got so passionate and into that he made me sing that bit in “One Day More,” where I have to come in and grab a flag and sing quite a high note; a rousing note. I hadn’t prepared that. He was like, “Eddie, you must try this!” I thought, “Oh, God.” I grabbed my balls and gave it as good a belt as I could.”
Summary: Minghao was unfortunate enough to be born into a mafia
family. Although his dad had learned from his mistakes and was now leading a clean
life, it didn’t deter his old enemies from bothering his only son. In order to
avoid them, Minghao moved to a different country. Here, he thought, he would
have peace at last but then he met you and you might be harder to deal with
than the gangsters he faced back in China. At least the trouble with the gangsters made sense but with you? You were just dead unlucky.
In the airport that bustled with activity, a dashing young
man stood, waiting for someone. His dark brown hair was slightly parted to the
side and held up with a bit of gel. His brown eyes were hidden by a pair of
sunglasses and he wore a casual suit, his blazer over a white v-neck. Anyone
that passed him looked at him curiously, wondering if he was a celebrity that
came out to meet his girlfriend who was arriving from a trip. This handsome
young man continuously glanced at his phone, checking for the time, and then
looking back up to the time board at the flight schedule. A sigh would leave
his lips and he would shift from one foot to the other, his hands in his
pockets as he waited for his friend’s flight to land before repeating the
process of checking his phone, then the time board, and then the exit of the
terminal again moments later.
I fucking love Shawn's abs and his apollo's belt. What a set of cum gutters.
oh my god i legitimately laughed out loud when i first read this ask because of what you called his abs lmao. that’s so explicit but literally shawn makes me think so many dirty things too so we’re all in the same boat.
Fluffy/crack fic where you and jackson play with a ouija board together and some spooky stuff happens and scares the two of you
A/N: Please actually make sure that if any of ya’ll decide to mess about with a Ouija Board to read the rules and don’t do what I wrote about in this scenario xD I don’t know about any of you but I fully believe in Ouija Boards and I’m a little terrified of them I KNOW I’M DUMB I’M SORRY xD
“Oh come on (Y/N), it’ll be fun! You don’t actually believe
in this stuff, do you?” Jackson nagged
at you while setting out a kids sized Ouija Board on the floor and placing the planchette
that came with it in the middle.
“No fucking way Jackson? I’m not doing it! I’m
serious…Ouija Boards are dangerous. And anyway, if you don’t believe in it,
why do you wanna do it so bad?” you strongly objected to his demands of playing
with a Ouija Board on this stormy, Saturday night. So stormy, that it had
knocked the power supply out in every house within a mile and left you both in
complete darkness with only the light from your spare candles dotted around the
Jackson folded his arms in a huff “I just think it would be
fun to do in the dark, come on you big baby. If any ghosts pop out, Jackson
Wang is here to protect you” he boasted as he rolled up his sleeve and flexed
his biceps, donning the most serious of looks on his face. You couldn’t help
but let a smile creep on your face and you gently chuckled at your best friend
before he too ended up letting out a small, high pitched giggle.
“…where did you even get this? And why did you bring it
here tonight?” you asked as you sat down opposite him on your bedroom floor.
Jackson sat with his legs crossed, reading the instructions by candlelight that
came with the board.
“I bought it today while perusing through the kids toy
section while you were having a mid-life crisis between a rose coloured shirt
and a peach coloured shirt – I was bored” he smiled at you sarcastically,
making you scoff as you rolled your eyes at him. It’s not that you believed in
Ouija Boards, but you didn’t want to tempt anything if it actually turned out
to be real. You’d heard so many stories from your friends – not to mention the
hundreds, if not thousands of teen horror movies about summoning evil spirits
and pissing them off, thus resulting in everyone either getting possessed or
even killed, and you weren’t really in the mood to do either tonight.
You let out a final disgruntled sigh, looking at Jacksons
undeniably adorable, puppy eye expression and knowing full well that you wouldn’t
be able to say no.
“Fine. Let’s play then, but if you get possessed you’re on
your own, Emily Rose” making reference to the movie you seen with GOT7 last
week at their dorms.
“Yes! Alright, okay…so it says we both have to place our
index and middle fingers lightly on
the planchette and move it around in circles to warm it up” he instructed while
motioning for you to follow his lead. You took a deep breath in, trying to calm
your thoughts as the rain and wind beat against your bedroom window, the draft
coming through it making slight banging sounds at your door. You weren’t scared
however, this was pretty normal during gale force winds. You did as he asked,
the tips of your fingers just brushing his as you both swirled the planchette
around the board. You couldn’t help but laugh at Jackson’s serious face as he
looked from the board to the instructions.
“Okay, next…I guess we should ask some questions. It gives
us a list of questions we should ask. But don’t move the thing, okay? We have
to let the spirit do it”
You sighed once more, feeling an eerie sensation creep over
the back of your neck as a small rumble of thunder danced in the distance –
growing closer by the second. “So…ask it then!” you whispered impatiently,
just wanting him to have his fun and get a move on.
“Are there any spirits here with us?” Jackson asked in a
loud, confident voice. You watched the planchette intensely, looking to Jackson’s
fingers to see if you could see any sign of him using pressure to move it.
After a few seconds of nothing happening, you let out a tiny, nervous giggle.
“Oh well, I guess no one’s home. Can we stop this now?” you desperately
tried to use his short attention span to your advantage.
“No (Y/N) we can’t give up that easily. Hold on….uhh…
Spirit, we would like to talk to you if it’s okay? Is this a convenient time to
speak?” he called out once more with hopeful eyes.
“Jackson you aren’t calling JYP to ask him for a chat, of
course it’s not a convenient time for a spirit to speak, it’s fucking dead and –“
you began, half whispering half shouting when all of a sudden, the planchette jittered
under your fingers and moved towards the “YES” on the board.
“Oh my god” Jackson squealed while you widened your eyes in
terror, before coming your senses.
“Jackson that was clearly you, I
could feel you moving it you ass!” you seethed at him, but part of you was
slightly terrified. “What if it isn’t
him? What if it’s actually a spirit…” you thought as you felt the tiny
hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention as the temperature in the
room dropped a few degrees. You looked at Jackson’s face, which had now turned
as white as a ghosts.
“I swear (Y/N) that was – not –
me! I’m scared too! Look at the hairs on my arms!” he pointed with his head to
his arms which you could clearly see his hair standing on end and goosebumps on
full display. You swallowed hard, regretting ever giving into his irresistible
brown eyes and pouty lips when he whined like a little child to play the game
in the first place.
“Jackson let’s just stop playing,
I’m really scared right now, please?” you begged him with your eyes as the
crashes of thunder only seemed to get louder, the gusts of wind from outside
hammering on the window and further adding to the uncomfortable atmosphere.
Jackson shook his head stubbornly and concentrated his eyes on the board.
“No. We have to ask one more
question and then say goodbye” he spoke firmly, giving you an undeniable
feeling of dread in your gut as you wished for this to all be over so you could
snuggle with him under your blankets instead as you both usually did when you
hung out at your house.
“Okay spirit, we just have one
question for you. Do you have a message for (Y/N)?”
You looked at Jackson as if he
had just gone completely mad.
“Are you fucking insane?! Jackson
why did you ask that? What the –“ your voice cut off completely as the
planchette began moving again. You held your breath, completely terrified while
Jackson started spelling out what the spirit was trying to say.
Suddenly, a bright flash of
lightening struck right outside your bedroom window, followed by a deafening
crash of thunder. You and Jackson both screamed at the top of your lungs,
taking your hands away from the planchette before the window burst open with
the force of the wind, instantly blowing out the candles and leaving you both
in the dark while the rain sprayed into your room. You pretty much accepted the
fact that you were going to die from a heart attack as you screamed and reached
out your hands towards Jackson, grabbing him suddenly and causing him to shriek
“THE GHOST HAS ME (Y/N) PLEASE
SAVE ME PLEASE OH MY GOD!!” he belted out, swatting your hands away and kicking
the board aside with his flailing limbs.
“IT’S ME YOU IDIOT IT’S ONLY ME”
you screamed back at him before he pulled you into his arms in between his legs
and held you close to his chest. You latched on to him like a baby koala to it’s
mother as the wind continued to circle your room making both of you shiver from
the cold and in pure terror.
It was then that the lights
suddenly flickered back on, eliciting yet another wail from Jackson –
completely deafening you as he screamed right into your ear.
“Fuck, Jackson ow! We need to
close the window my room is getting soaked!” you shouted back at him as you
stumbled to your feet, Jackson still latching on to you as you pulled him
towards your window and finally shut it, leaving the room a little more quiet.
You looked down at Jackson who was clinging on to your leg for dear life as you
lowered yourself back down on to the floor – panting and out of breath from the
shock of everything.
Jackson pulled you into his chest
once again, throwing his arms around your shivering body and rubbing your back –
both of you unable to speak as you were glad everything was finally over.
“So much for Jackson Wang using
his biceps to save me from the spirit….” you jabbed at him, poking his
collarbone as you looked up into his face to see him smiling down at you. You
cocked your head to the side slightly, trying to figure out what on earth was
“Didn’t you…didn’t you see what
the spirit’s message was?” he asked, his nose almost brushing yours. You tried
to remember back to before you almost went into cardiac arrest, all while
thinking to yourself that Jackson seemed strangely calm for someone who was
screaming his head off just a second ago. You scrunched your eyebrows together,
Jackson laughing at how cute he thought you were as he stroked your cheek with
the back of his finger, making you freeze and widen your eyes.
“It asked ‘Will you be my
girlfriend?’” he whispered as he dropped the cheekiest grin you had ever seen
sprawl on his face. The penny finally dropped as you realised what he had been
up to this entire time.
“Yah! You did this on purpose,
didn’t you?! I KNEW it was you moving the board…you’re in so much trouble
Jackson Wang…” you couldn’t help but smile at him while you playfully smacked
his firm chest, his arms still encasing you in his embrace as he giggled and
chuckled at you trying to be angry at him.
“Hey hey now, wasn’t I creative?
Spontaneous? Wasn’t that the most bespoke idea ever?” he raised his eyebrows in
jest, pretending to be offended.
You let out a hearty laugh as you
rolled your eyes “Jackson, bespoke is a word you use for furniture…ugh…what
am I gonna do with you…” you sighed as you looked up and into his eyes. The
fact that he had just asked you to be his girlfriend completely melted your
heart altogether, but you couldn’t help but wonder why on earth he had thought
using a Ouija Board was the best way to convey his feelings for you.
“I just wanted to do something
that no one has ever done before, to make it special. So that you’d always
remember it” he dropped his voice lower, feeling sorry for himself and donning
a pitiful expression. You sighed at him as you ruffled his black hair, not
being able to comprehend how cute he looked.
“Well, you’re right in that
sense. This will be a night I’ll never forget, for good and bad reasons” you
chuckled. Jackson looked at you with confused eyes, holding his breath and
feeling his heart hammering in his chest, desperate to know how you felt about
him. You gave him a cheeky wink as you bit your lip and studied his playful, sullen
“The bad reason is I nearly died
from being so scared. The good reason is..well…my answer is yes. I’d love to
be your girlfriend. Even if you just tried to kill me” you gave him a quick
kiss on the cheek before burying your face into the crook of his neck, feeling
slightly nervous and shy. Jackson opened his mouth and eyes wide in shock at
your kiss before relaxing his features and feeling a small smile curl on the
sides of his mouth. He had tried his best to give you the most unforgettable
experience of him asking you to be his girlfriend – carefully planning each
step diligently and putting a lot of thought into it. But one thing was for
certain – you wouldn’t be forgetting this night in a hurry for a long time to
come; for more reasons than one.
Au where Jean, Marco, Connie, Armin, Bertholdt, Reiner, and Eren go shopping. The song ‘I’m too sexy’ by Right Said Fred starts to play and they start to put on sunglasses doing the catwalk and sexy dances in every aisle because they’re all sexy dorks and they know they’re too sexy.
oh my god i got myself a new belt the other day and like i’ve mentioned before i’m literally fucking triggered by the clinking sound belts make bc when i was a kid it meant i was about to be beat up & i can’t wear the fucking belt without having flashbacks ohhhh my FUCKING god why i gotta be so embarrassing i hate being traumatised
That "living with Jimin" list is the cutest thing, can it please happen irl?!?! And whenever you have the chance, could you pretty please with a cherry on top make one for "living with Tae?" You are a blessing to the kpop imagines world, thank you for being so sweet and talented~
ahh you are too sweet thank you for being an angel!! you are so sweet i might cry
Living with Tae
wow what is sleep
cause i doubt there would be any in this house
because y’all would have a farm going
let’s start from the beginning!!
tae realizes there’s an issue when suddenly your laundry turns up in the wash
he kinda just is folding all the clothes one day and look it’s your favorite t-shirt??
and then he goes to make his bed and your socks are all curled up in the bottom and he realizes oh man well this is gonna be an issue
and it’s not even that?
like your shampoo is in the shower
and you’ve programmed the tv to record all your favorite shows
the fridge is filled with your favorite foods??
and he just “oh”
so then he does what any logical human being would do and dedicates an entire dresser for your things!!
but then it’s jeongguk actually who points out maybe he should take it a step beyond that??
he kinda “hyung, it’s not my place to make decisions about your love life but wouldn’t you rather if they moved in here?? isn’t a drawer a little..”
and taehyung laughs a little and his cheeks are all pink and he’s playing with his hands
and jeongguk is all shit well if tae is nervous there must be something bad happening what the?
and tae is just smiling “i’d like that a lot more i think…”
and jeongguk realizes he’s not nervous, he’s just imagining you living there with him??
and he gets all shy and sheepish when he thinks about living with you and it’s so touching really??
but once he gets over his endearing moment he is all about trying to plan how this will all go down??
and he sits down with jeongguk and jimin and they have whiteboard between the three of them and whenever someone gets a good idea they’re supposed to write it down
and jimin has some really romantic stuff planned and it’s touching and endearing and it’s sweet and sappy
and jeongguk is like”just ask” and then jimin erases his idea with an old sock so the younger pelts him with gummy bears
and taehyung is giving them the look because guys you’re supposed to be helping me??
but jeongguk and jimin are gone they’re too busy hurling snack food at each other to pay attention
and taehyung just sits here glumly with a pout on his face
and he kinda looks at the tv for a split second
and he gets an amazing idea and he jumps up and he tells the boys he’ll be back he’s going on an important mission
and jimin and jeongguk kinda oh okay I see how you feel about us I see how important we are
but Tae is gone there’s no getting him back that boy is out the door
Tae wouldn’t be nervous about asking you?? like that wouldn’t concern him at all he wouldn’t be scared to ask
he probably wouldn’t have asked unless someone brought it to his attention, cause to him obviously you two were gonna move in together, that was the next logical step in your relationship after the dresser
he didn’t realize there had to be a big asking ordeal about it honestly
but now that he’s aware he’s gonna make it as cute as he can
he comes back from his mission and threatens to stab jeongguk and jimin with a spoon if they spill the secret
and all three of them are giggling and smiling and they think this is the best idea in the world
and you’re chilling on your couch eating popcorn or something and you get a text from your boyfriend saying he’ll be over in like an hour
and you’re kinda confused cause he usually just barges in without warning??
but nope here he is, actually telling you he’ll be over and you’re getting weird vibes but you shake it off
you want to look good cause you’re wearing pajamas and your hair isn’t even brushed and you just run upstairs and throw on some jeans and a cute shirt you //stole from taehyung//
and you’re kinda like sitting a lil anxiously cause what’s going on??
and it seems like ages and you open the door and taehyung is beaming at you and you’re smiling too but then you look down
and he’s holding a puppy in his arms
he’s holding a small, baby puppy in his arms
more like hand, this puppy is tiny
and it’s a shihtzu and it’s mostly a tan color but the tips of its ears and paws are black
and you squeal and take the puppy in your arms and kiss its baby nose and snuggle it up to your chest
and you kinda “I didn’t expect this when you texted! what’s the occasion huh?”
and he pulls at his shirt collar (jimin and jeongguk put him in this nice button down thx)
“well I was thinking since we now have a baby, it would be better if you lived with me so he would grow up with both his parents all the time! having both parents around is critical to a child’s health you know!!”
and you’re so wrapped up in the puppy you kinda just nod and smile and you’re giggling
but then it hits you and you “oh shit you mean you want me to move in?!”
and taehyung laughs and nods and he leans down and kisses you as the puppy yaps happily
y'all end up having like seventeen animals
guarantee if taehyung finds something wandering the streets it’s coming to your house until you find the owner
and if you don’t find the owner well guess who’s proud new parents for like the eighty millionth times
there’s fish, there’s an entire tank, plus like six dogs (named after vixx and God only knows why) and like seventeen cats (four were stolen by yoongi) and a parakeet you swear is the devil
and you have the room cause taehyung lives in a townhouse
and you kinda joke about how much room there is for only two people but taehyung always shakes his head and kisses your nose “it’ll make more sense later”
(you later realize he’s already making sure there’s enough room for your future baby number one, cause we’ve all seen how he wants five, and something tells me he’d want to get right on it)
there’s three levels (I’m basing this after my dad’s place bear with me)
you walk in to the main level with the kitchen and small living room area
you two don’t really spend a lot of time there actually
when you first walk in, there are actually steps going down to the basement
the basement has the laundry room (so tiny) and an office space (taehyung turns this into a mini studio of sorts to work on his singing) and then a bathroom and main room
that’s where you two usually hang out cause that’s where the tv is, and there’s a nice couch and a fireplace and it’s really nice for a basement
there’s the upper level
that’s where your bedroom is (there’s a bathroom in there, it’s nice!!)
there’s two other, smaller bedrooms and another tiny bathroom
one of the bedrooms gets dedicated to the pets that don’t like sleeping on your guy’s bed with you
so like the fish and half the cats and the dog named after leo
you guys walk the dogs daily
you live in a cute cul-de-sac with a lot of young families so little kids are always coming over to pet the doggies
and taehyung just fawns over the kids and he’s loved by all the neighbourhood kids tbh
like whenever the ice cream man comes around he buys them all ice cream
and he plays kickball with them
and tag too
and all the moms love him and they always ask when you two are gonna start a little family of your own
and you always blush and stammer
but taehyung just wraps an arm around your shoulder “when we have more time, so maybe like… next year?”
and that always makes you more flustered but Tae only laughs at you and kisses your head
you guys always have picnics on the deck
he’ll make like salami and cheese sandwiches and he’ll get a blanket and you’ll make some lemonade and you’ll sit on the deck with all the animals
and he’ll serenade you
always ends up singing cypher though and you kinda taehyung plZ
but you guys sit out there to stargaze a lot
he names a star after you and every night he points it out
you’re not sure it’s the same one every time but he’s more than five hundred percent positive and his eyes light up and so you let it slide
and you two lay out on that blanket for hours and stare at the stars and talk about your future together and ugh
when you first moved in you realized the walls were white and gross
and so you guys take a trip to lowes and you spend like seven hours trying to decide what color you want for the walls
your room ends up yellow and the basement is dark green and the kitchen is gray blue and he living room is a tan color and whatever else y'all like
and you’re like time to hire someone
and taehyung just
“why would we do that”
and so you two end up painting the place and it doesn’t look half bad actually and you’re quite surprised it turned out looking so good??
so taehyung gets this idea he can fix anything in the house
like the washer machine isn’t working??
well guess who’s gonna be on that Tae is
he breaks it even more and you have to call yoongi over to try and salvage it
anime nights with your boy taetae
you guys sit on the couch in the basement and all the animals that can follow along and come sit on the couch too
and you guys have popcorn and sour patch kids and twizzlers
and his fave is ouran
he likes a lot of the comedy and slice of life ones
you watch fruits basket and attack on Titan and soul eater and he gets so into it oh my god he’s belting out the opening themes and he’s picking which character he would be and he’s so cute!!
another blanket hogger for sure
the dogs wake you two up every morning by jumping on the bed and licking your faces
tae lives for shower duets like you’ll be in the shower and he’ll wait outside the door and sing along with you
he gets you matching everything including towels and toothbrushes and pillows and bath robes
he lives for his baths man and he has a lot of bath bombs that he lets you use all the time
he tries to cook for you and he’s actually not that bad either
and he sets the table all fancy every night and he she’s across from you and holds your hand while you eat, every time
lots of macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets though that’s like his main diet
but he tries harder to cook actual food for you and he always like makes smiley faces with the sauce
his fave part is dessert
you eat it every night
it’s usually ice cream sundaes
and he eats half of yours!!
and it’s really cute and he’s so precious and he loves you unconditionally and it’s always a lot of fun in your house
prompt: sasuke taking sakura’s garter belt off at their wedding
Before Sakura could get Sasuke and slip into the reception room before anyone else, a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and sat her down on one of the guest chairs outside.
“Where do you think you’re going, Sa-ku-ra?” Ino, her maid of honor, asked. Her eyes narrowed on Sakura.
Sakura sighed. She should’ve known that Ino had had hawk eyes when it came to things like these.
“Ino, please. I don’t think this is necessary.” Sakura pleaded with her best friend.
“It’s tradition! You have to do it!” Ino protested, hands on her hips.
Sakura shook her head.She was already wearing the garter belt so Ino would be content, but she didn’t need for Sasuke to take it off of her in front of a hundred people. Although she had always wanted this tradition done on her, she didn’t think Sasuke would do it. Come on, it’s Sasuke.