oh well someone else will do it

anonymous asked:

i feel weird bc me and this person were doing really well and about to go to prom together and we were talking all the time and then out of the blue they said I was ignoring them and then they kissed someone else? But I was the last one to have said anything or contacted irl and on everything else? And now they're trying to turn mutual friends against me and i don't understand what I did wrong. What do I do? Is there even anything I can do?

Oh yikes this is definitely confusing. Have you tried asking them what exactly you did wrong? And let them know you weren’t ignoring them? Because honestly if they’re going to turn people against you and make a huge deal out of a misunderstanding and not even try to talk to you about this then I feel like maybe you should walk away from this and find other friends to spend time with, this person sounds a little toxic.

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ユーリ!!! on Ice - TV & BD/DVD Comparison | episode 1

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anonymous asked:

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 ♥

Yoosung

  • “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.
  • “Uhh, Yoosung?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “I think I just died.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • 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 something
  • 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
  • “A-Ah, Yoosung?”
  • “Not now, MC, I think I can win this!!”
  • 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
  • “…So soft.”
  • 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
  • “I won!”
  • Yoosung gave you a close eyed smile
  • That damn smile.
  • When you didn’t respond to him, Yoosung frowned
  • “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • “…”
  • Screw it.
  • You summoned every ounce of strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
  • Before Yoosung could react, you pulled away
  • “U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright red face, “Congrats on the win?”
  • Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
  • “Yoosung, I-“
  • “M-Me too.”

Zen

  • 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
  • This dork…
  • 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 arms
  • Zen glanced back at you
  • Crap, did he hear me?
  • You gave him a big smile and a thumbs up
  • 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.”
  • “Okay, mom.”
  • 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
  • “W-Wait.”
  • You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down
  • “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-
  • “MC???”
  • You awkwardly coughed and pulled your hand away
  • “Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we talking about?”
  • Zen leaned back in his chair
  • “Never mind… let’s just eat.”
  • He lifted up his glass of water to his lips
  • Those lips…
  • “I love you.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • “DAMNIT ZEN!”
  • You pushed away from the table and stood up
  • “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 love me.”
  • “Ah… that.”
  • 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~”
  • Offff course.
  • 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 night

Jaehee

  • 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 reports-“
  • I wonder if that’s…
  • “-with his damn cat and the damn cat wine.”
  • 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.”
  • “WhAT THE-“
  • Seven put a hand over your mouth and pulled you away from the door
  • Jaehee glanced up and sighed
  • “Anyone there?”
  • 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
  • “WAIT-”
  • 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 to say
  • S-So cute…
  • “U-Uhh, yeah…”
  • Jaehee stood up and stretched, letting out a tiny yawn
  • “How much longer does Jumin have you here?”
  • 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
  • “H-Hey, Jaehee?”
  • She glanced over at you
  • “Hmm?”
  • “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 friend date!”
  • Hold up.
  • “…Friend date?”
  • “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
  • “Oh…”
  • “Oh?”
  • 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 thing.”
  • 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?”
  • “Still?”
  • “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 birdddssss!!”
  • You looked over at Jaehee and smiled
  • Oh, we will.

Jumin

  • 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?
  • “Shut it.”
  • Zen sighed and leaned up against your desk
  • “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.”
  • “Me neith-”
  • “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.”
  • Huh?
  • “Did I get a raise?”
  • Jumin chuckled, taking one big step toward you
  • “No, I’m talking about you and Zen.”
  • …Huh?
  • “I’m a little lost… what do you mean-”
  • “Your relationship. Are you not romantically involved with each other?”
  • “Huh?”
  • Said that one out loud this time…
  • You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen and I are just friends.”
  • “Just friends?”
  • “Purely platonic.”
  • Jumin scratched his chin, completely lost in thought
  • You took a deep breath
  • Here goes everything nothing.
  • “…I actually have my eye on someone else.”
  • Jumin snapped back into reality
  • “Who? If that, well, if it isn’t too much to ask.”
  • Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap-
  • “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 away
  • “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

Seven

  • “Wrench.”
  • “WRENCH!”
  • “Screwdriver.”
  • “SCREWDRIVER!!”
  • You grabbed the two tools from Seven’s hand
  • “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. Pepper
  • …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
  • Anddddd, done!”
  • You clapped your hands together and smiled
  • “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 the chair
  • 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.”
  • “Mmhmm.”
  • “Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707 calling, can you read me??”
  • You shook you head, zoning back in
  • Seven sighed, relaxing back into the chair
  • “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.
  • “Dammit…”
  • Seven looked back at you
  • “What’s on your mind, MC?”
  • “You.”
  • DID I JUST SAY THAT OUT LOUD?
  • “W-What?”
  • Here we go.
  • “Seven, I like you.”
  • “You mean,” Seven furrowed his brows, “You like me, or you like-like me?”
  • 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.”
How It Really Happened
  • <b> John:</b> *Bends down to tie Ham's shoelaces*<p><b>Ham:</b> What are you doing???<p><b>John, smiling:</b> Well. I can't have you falling for someone else now, can I?<p>
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Q: What do you want people to think when they hear you’re coming out with an album?

Tiffany: “I want to be an artist to look forward to. I hope that  they’ll want to hear or be curious about what my next story is. I pursued music because I listened to someone else’s song and said, “Oh my God, that’s my story! That’s how I feel.” And I hope that I can be that type of artist as well, where I will put out something very honest or raw and someone else will be able to feel through that. Whether that’s something sad or something happy.” (Billboard interview, 2016) #1yearofijwd

Favorite Yu-gi-oh! Quotes (anime dub)

Grandpa: “You do know what a trap card is, don’t you?”
Joey: “yeah, uh…kinda…uh…I have no idea.”

Tea: I’ve given this friendship speech a thousand times already. Hasn’t it sunk in yet?

Joey: Now why does all these weird stuff always happen to us? (Yugi silent) You hava gotta to admit, it’s true.

Yugi: “Let’s just sit here, put our heads together and think.”
Tristan: “Just remember one of those heads is Joey’s so that’s like subtracting one mind.”
Joey: “Ha ha. Very funny Tristan.”

Tristan: “Don’t worry, we still have my Great Outdoor survival Guide!”
Joey: “G'head, Tristan, eat all the pages ya like.”

Mai: “I’m no cartoon expert, but exploding volcano biceps? That’s bad, right?”

Yugi: “Wow, there’s chips …”
Joey: “Dibs on the chips.”
Yugi: “Candy bars …”
Joey: “Dibs on the candy bars.”
Yugi: “Fruit …”
(silence)
Yugi: “Soda.”
Joey: “Dibs on the soda.”

Yugi: “Uhh … Joey … I don’t think you should be cooking the candy bars …”
Joey: “Back off! I know what I’m doing!”

Yami Bakura: “Present day humans are so fun to terrorize, don’t you think?”
Tristan: “No I don’t, but then again I am a present day human. What the heck are you?”

Yami Marik: “Let’s check the damage, and cause some more.”

Yami Marik: “I will not be destroyed!” (guess what happens 10 seconds later)

Joey: Whoever designed this game has a thing for walking into bright light. Tristan: Well you got to admit, it is quite dramatic.

Rex: “Does the grim reaper know you’ve raided his wardrobe?”

Rex: “Note to self, seatbelts were invented for a reason.”

Rex: That card is useless to you!(Joey reveals Hermos) (Shaken) That, on the other hand, might help you…

Weevil: “Name the last time one of my ideas didn’t work!”
Rex: “Every time! Just once I’d like to get my revenge without looking like a dork!”

Tristan: (about Duke’s driving) “Maybe we’re safer on foot.”
Joey: “Give me a piggyback, and you got a deal.”

Tristan: “Are you sure that’s Atlantis?”
Joey: “Hmm, big ancient city looking thing rising out of the ocean? Yeah, looks about right.”

Kaiba: “Don’t you have someone else to annoy?”
Joey: “No, not at the moment.”

Joey: “I’m sure there’s some other folk trying to take over the world back home!”
Tristan: “You know, the scary thing is he’s probably right.” 

Joey: Are we goin’ or what?
Kaiba: What do you think, genius?
Joey: I’m detectin’ some sarcasm, rich boy.
Kaiba: Really?

Joey: [panting while carrying Rex] Why…are we…carrying this guy…that we don’t even like…all over civilization?
Tristan: Because we’re the good guys.

Joey: So Yugi, about that Underdog card… you said it reminds you of someone…
Yami: [surprised] I did? Yes, well…Um, [to Yugi] a little help here? [winks and
switches with a blushing Yugi]
Yugi: Huh?…Oh, that’s real mature, Pharaoh! [Still blushing and Sees Joey] Er…
Joey: [Playfully locks Yugi’s head in his arms] So, Yuge, everyone else seems to think that Underdog card reminds you of me.
Yugi: Well, um, let me put this in the best way possible, [^^ and fingers ><] the card reminded me of you because when the odds are against you, you always pulls through.
Tristan: I can see it on your business cards right now, Joey Wheeler, Executive Underdog.
Joey: [angered] Hey!!

Kaiba: Any duelist late for registration will be disqualified. Mokuba, make sure
Wheeler’s late.
Joey: Hey! I know an insult when I hear one! Look at me when I’m yelling at ya’!
Tristan: Don’t worry about it, Joey! This tournament was just a cheap way for Kaiba to promote Kaibaland!
Mokuba: [raises his fist] You know I’m standin’ right here, right?!

Yugi: "Is that a Blue Eyes arena?”
Joey: “We’re not dealing with normal people here.”
Duke: “No, we’re not.”

Ziegfried:(summons 3 goddesses) “Now it’s one underdog against three divas.”
Joey: “You mean four divas.”

::Slifer the sky dragon emerges from the palace, following Pharaoh Atem and Bakura::
Bombasa: “And that is a big, red dragon!”
Joey: “This sort of thing used to surprise me, but now … not so much.”

Yugi: (running for his poor dear life)
Tristan and Joey: (in unison) “Yugi!?”
Yugi: (runs past them) “TALK LATER! RUN NOW!”
Joey: “What’s with him?” (He and Tristan turn around to see a gang of mummies running towards them)
Tristan and Joey: “ZOINKS!” (Both run away)

Pegasus: “What did I do to inspire such hatred?”
Kaiba: “It’s a long list, and I don’t have a lot of time.”

Pegasus: Anubis is gone. No one could return from a defeat so thoroughly devastating as that!! Well … no one but Kaiba that is … I’m sorry, did I say that out loud? 

Kaiba: When are you geeks gonna stop giving that lame friendship speech?
Tristan: I’d say… when you stop pretending everything’s a magic trick.

Tristan: (After the tomb collapsed) So this is the end? Feels weird.
Joey: Yeah.
Seto: What were you geeks expecting?
Joey: Fireworks, sappy music, something… At least make up one of your wrap-up speeches, Yug.
Yugi: Well, sometimes the end of one adventure is the beginning of another.
Joey: Ahh, much better.

But I don’t think people really get what I mean when I say “I love musicals.”

I don’t just love a soundtrack with fancy tap numbers and great belting. I love it for so many other reasons. The cast is like a family to me. The songs speak words I’ve always wanted to hear but never could find a way to say. Watching musicals or singing them just for even a second makes me feel like I’m not alone. I’m not alone in the things I feel. I’m not alone because these characters, whether fictional of real, they’re there. They may not be real true people. But they’re there. Their voice speaks TO me. Especially Jack Kelly’s most of all. “Trapped where there ain’t no future/even at seventeen.” I’m 18. I’m still trying to figure out where my life is going. But I know I’m not alone. Because even if he’s not real, he is to me. And that’s all that matters. When I watch or perform a musical I don’t feel so hopeless anymore. I don’t feel like I have the weight of the world on my shoulders. I’m someone else. I’m involved in someone else’s story. If I can throw myself into something I’m so passionate about then it’s the perfect thing for me to do. At my first audition I was nervous. Crazy nervous. I figured I wouldn’t get the lead but might as well try. Afterwards the director asked me to come talk to her and of course I’m thinking “oh shit what did I do wrong” and she told me, “That was one of the best auditions I’ve seen in a long time.” And that has still stuck with me months later. Whether you’ve been doing this since you were 7 or 17 theatre is something for everyone. Yes, there will be people who will try to bring you down. They’ll tell you you’ll never make it, that your singing is awful, that you’re dreaming too big. Everyone starts somewhere. They may laugh but they won’t care anymore when you keep your head up high and with confidence knowing YOU. CAN. DO. THIS. OKAY? And even when you can’t, take a break. Not from singing. But a break to look back and see how far you’ve come and where you want to go. Because you can go far kid. You really can.

Can we appreciate Greg Universe’s outlook on life?

Steven: Dad I want to go to Korea and learn more about my mother’s dark past.

Greg: Ok sure.

Steven: Dad help me jump a fence that is clearly marked “Do not enter”.

Greg: Ok sure.

Steven: Oh shit it’s Blue Diamond.

Greg: It’s cool, I’ll go talk to her.

Blue Diamond: It’s very clear that I’m dangerous to you, but I am crying over someone I lost.

Greg: I miss someone too, and relate to your sadness, here’s some life advice.

Blue Diamond: You’re cool, I’m putting you in my zoo.

Greg: Wait, what

*later*

Greg: Well, I’ve been kidnapped, and put in a space zoo. God knows what will happen to me, here. I may never see my son, or anyone else I love, ever again.

Greg: Might as well let this dude braid my hair, lol

~~

Greg’s inability to give a f*ck is something I treasure.

hard to say | (m)

Originally posted by jitamin

pairing: park jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst,
words: 11,163
summary: You’ve had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?
note. this is a (sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here, called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.

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hulahoopingingthesand  asked:

Can you rec any Sterek fics with insecure Stiles? I seem to be in the mood for them. Thanks!

This rec list is all over the place, with canon compliant fics, AUs, A/B/O dynamics, everything! Hope you enjoy!

INSECURE STILES

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.


Worst Case Scenario by SpiritsFlame

Stiles is good at compartmentalizing bad news. It’s partly a learned behaviour, and partly because of his well practiced coping technique. It may not be the most emotionally healthy thing to do, but it gets him through the day.


He Blinded Me With Library Science by mklutz

Stiles blinks. “Right, the reading room. Do you have your, uh …library card?” he asks. He’s never been able to make that sound normal and not vaguely dirty when he actually means wand.


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Hypothetical

 Anon prompt: “Hi! All hail Jughead Jones. I’m in love. Anyway, could you write something where the reader is really close to Archiekins and Juggie asks Arch about how to get close to the reader? Thanks xxx”

A/N: I sure can! All hail Jughead P Jones!!

Jughead slumps down onto one of the library couches across from me, I smile stupidly at him.

“Mister Jones.” I say.

“Hey, Y//N.” He smiles at me.

Hands reach down around, fingers clawing at my sides enticing laughter from me as the unknown culprit tickles me.

“Archibald Andrews! If that’s you I swear I’ll end your existence!” I manage between laughs.

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I was thinking of immortality, and reincarnation… and viktuuri

Continuation here

“Yuuri!”

Viktor gracefully weaves through the crowd, his sole focus the crop of black hair that pauses just ahead. He skids to a stop, very nearly slamming right into him as he turns to blink in his confusion. 

“Uh…” Yuuri glances around the crowd surrounding them. He lifts a hand, turning a pointed finger toward his chest. “Yes? Was it… were you shouting to me?" 

"Of course!” Viktor claps Yuuri on the shoulder, pointedly ignoring the way it makes him jump and lean away. “I’ve finally found you!" 

"Found me?” Yuuri wipes his hands on his pants, his eyes darting every which way. “I’m really thinking you might have the wrong person. How do you know my name? We… I don’t think we’ve met." 

"Oh, we have,” Viktor assures him with a smile. He expects this, ignores the painful way his heart clenches as he sticks out a hand. “And if you’ve forgotten, well… I’ll reintroduce myself. Viktor Nikiforov." When Yuuri hesitantly extends his hand, Viktor snatches it and brings it to his lips. "Yuuri Katsuki, it’s a pleasure to remake your acquaintance." 

As he drops Yuuri’s hand, his own instinctively rises, extending toward Yuuri’s cheek. The desire to brush his fingers over the smooth, flushed skin is so overwhelming that Viktor nearly gives in. Until he remembers his place and his hand falls back to his side. 

"Viktor Niki…” Yuuri stares at him, rubbing a hand across his chin in thought. “That name… isn’t that the name of a famous figure skater from a long time ago?" 

Viktor’s lips twitch, his heart racing at the thought that maybe, just maybe he’ll figure it out. 

"Your parents must’ve been big fans." 

"Ah,” Viktor chuckles, smiling past the pain he won’t allow himself to acknowledge. “Yes, very big fans. Yuuri?" 

Yuuri blinks. "I’m… it’s strange when you call my name. I’m still pretty sure you’re looking for someone else." 

"I’m only ever looking for you,” Viktor replies softly, taking Yuuri’s hand and guiding him away from the crowd. He hears Yuuri spluttering his confusion behind him and whips around to ask, “Do you skate?" 

"Do I–?” Yuuri’s eyes widen. “Ice skate, you mean? Oh no,” He shakes his head, rubbing his nape with a shaky laugh. “If only I could. I’m not nearly coordinated enough. I mean, I can’t even step on the ice without falling on my– well, you get what I mean. I just–”

Viktor tightens his grip on Yuuri’s hand. “What do you do, Yuuri?” He leans closer. “What is your passion?" 

"My passion? My…” Yuuri turns his face away from the intensity of Viktor’s stare, watching the people pass by. “I want to be a composer. I’ve been trying to find the right theme for my music. Something that will astonish everyone, make everyone feel something." 

Viktor feels his heart skip a beat. Music… of course. Yuuri has always had an innate ability to create music, one way or another. He watches as Yuuri’s eyes sparkle with the same determination Viktor was familiar with in another lifetime. 

"You’re still so beautiful, it’s disarming,” Viktor breathes aloud, the reality of it all hitting him at once. Yuuri stands in front of him. The same Yuuri. His Yuuri. He may not know it yet, not know what he means to Viktor, but he will. 

Yuuri’s face turns a bright red and he immediately tries to pull his hand away, stammering unintelligible words in a manner that’s more endearing to Viktor than it had ever been before. 

Because he’s missed it. 

“Love,” Viktor finally cuts through Yuuri’s rambling. “Your theme should be love." 

Yuuri falls silent, finally lifting his head to meet Viktor’s intense gaze head on. The recognition sparks in his eyes, if only for a moment, and Yuuri draws in a sharp, soft breath of realization. 

"Love…” he repeats. Viktor feels Yuuri’s grip tighten. “Thank you so much, Viktor” A brilliant smile breaks across his face. “Love is… that’s it. That’s what I’m looking for." 

Viktor smiles back. Me too.

“Do you hate him?”

That was the question she got the most.

“Yes. Maybe,” she replied. She paused, she thought about it for a second. “Not really, no. Not at all.”

“You have the right to hate him, you know?”

Her expression was calm, almost peaceful. Like the loud noise of the ocean after a huge storm. She said: “oh, I know that very well. Maybe if I could it would make it easier on me, but I don’t, I can’t.”

He asked full of curiosity then, “why?”

“You see, when someone makes you so happy, to the point where you see yourself with that person for the rest of your life and no one else, how is it fair to hate him? How can you do that? He brought so much joy to my life, so much more than I could ever expect, and…” She just stopped talking.

He waited for her to continue but she didn’t, so he asked. “And what?”

“I’ve never been one to be ungrateful. You see, you can hurt me, destroy me, leave me, cut me out of your life, but the good things will always stay with me. The good times, what we’ve been through together, that is part of the package that we call life. It’s not fair to just throw that away and try to forget. It’s not about him, it’s about me.”

He understood. He just watched her quietly moving from the couch to the window, she was just staring at the sky.


“You love with everything you have inside you, I see what it means now: it doesn’t leave space for hate, and especially not for him,” he concluded. “You really did love him.”

She kept looking at the sky outside the window in a sunny day on that late summer. After what seemed like hours, she softly said: “I did. I really did.”

I do, she thought.
I really do.

She hoped that wherever he was and whatever he was doing in his life, in that exact moment, that thought reached him and his heart ached for what it seemed no apparent reason to him. She hoped he knew, somehow, somewhere.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #56
Enemies PT. 4 (Smut)

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Warning: Smut

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A/N: Sorry the waiting, I was busy with school. Thats the final part, enjoy it and thank you ^^ 

(Y/F/N: Your friends name)

Enemies Pt 1. (smut) l Enemies PT. 2 (smut) l Enemies Pt. 3


“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it, Jungkook. I’m not yours” you said and tried to break free from him.

 He pulled you back, holding your hands against his chest as he pressed his body against yours and looked into your eyes.

 “Would you want to be?” he asked.


 You woke for one more day. Shit. You could not believe the night before. Had you dreamed? No… it was too real to be a dream. I’m such a stupid, you thought. You should have come back to Jimin, should have enjoyed the night with him, but you didn’t. Instead, you excused yourself, apologized and left. Just this way. You left. You looked at your cellphone, three lost calls and a message from your friend.

 Why aren’t you calling me back? If you’re this tired not to answer me, I suppose the rumors are true

  Y/F/N (7 a.m)

 What? What rumors was she talking about? And what a nice way to wake up. You decided not to call her back since you would see her in school soon, so you just got dressed and made your way towards the school. Once you got there, you immediately felt something different. Maybe you were wrong, but you could feel stares at you. People whispering and looking at you. No… must be my impression.

 Suddenly, something pushed you against the corner.

 “Hey you crazy! Why didn’t you tell me? I mean, I was busy with my prom-match but you could have called my anytime” she said. What the hell was she saying?

 “Y/F/N, I don’t know what you are talking about. However, what rumors were you saying?” you asked. She looked at you and furrowed her eyebrows. So did you at her reaction.

 “Huh, don’t lie to me, I’m your best friend” she said, “so how was it? How was it to fuck Jimin, huh? Good enough to make you forget about Jungkook?”

 That moment the world stopped. To fuck Jimin? You hadn’t… had you? No, you went home! So why was she saying that?

 “I didn’t fuck him. Cheesus where does it came from?”

 She looked at you, now her stare was kinda scared.

“Hum… you didn’t? Well… this…oh my god. Y/N, listen. People are saying Jimin took you to his place after the party and, well, you know. Actually, he did say it. I don’t agree that he did spread it but-“

“What? What the heck, Y/F/N, he did not do any of this! You said he is spreading? No, he is not. Jimin is not like that. Someone else must have said this shit”

The moment those words left your mouth, your mind immediately flew to Jungkook. What if he heard that too? What would he think? Anger started to build up inside you. But you couldn’t believe that. Jimin? Cute Jimin?

 “I’m gonna talk to him” you said and left. He was there, resting his back against his locker, laughing out loud with his friends.

 “Hey, Jimin!” you yelled.

 “Hey, Mrs. Park. How are you today?” he said cockily while his friends scanned you up and down, opening his arms for you. What?

“What the hell, Jimin? What is that people are saying? Why are you calling me like this?” You said.

 “That? Ah. You mean, our night?” he laughed.

 “The fuck? Why did you spread that? For fuck sakes, you’re such an asshole, how haven’t I heard shit about you before?”

 “Come here” he said, pulling you aside, alone. You looked around, people were staring at you both, at him taking you.

 “Let me go. Start talking” you said, angrily.

 “You think I’m stupid? I saw you and Jungkook last night” he said, “I’m not an idiot, how come you were with me, and left for him?”

 Fuck.

“We didn’t do anything! Even if we had…” you said.

“You think I’m a jerk? Maybe I’m, but you are just a slut who likes to hook up around. Now deal with that” he said and left before you could answer.

The world stopped. Did he call you a slut? You? Tears came up. You knew rumors fly. But no one likes to be seen as a hoe. And if that was the image he was sharing about you… The worst was what you were thinking. Whom you were thinking about. Jungkook.

 The bell rang and you had to go to the classroom. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to face him. The moment you entered into the room, you could say the atmosphere changed. Maybe you were wrong and your mind was just fucked up already, but yeah.

 There he was. Sitting on his usual seat. You did sit beside him, purposely, but he didn’t even look at you. He didn’t talk to you. He didn’t mention the night before. Maybe you were right and he was joking around with you all the time. Or maybe he had heard.

 Time was passing and you were getting nervous. You needed to go home. Ok, it was just a rumor, rumors die sometime, but…you just weren’t ready. The moment the bell rang, you ran to the bathroom. You waited for the people to get into class, and when you were sure the hallway was empty, you went downstairs. You did regret that, because Jungkook was there.

 Closed eyes, back resting against the wall. You stopped for a second, just scanning him. He seemed to be thinking, not tired. He heard your steps and opened his eyes. You both stayed there, staring at each other.

 “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” you said, now looking down.

 “Aren’t you?” he said dryly.

Ok, something was wrong.

 “Yeah, but…I need time. I’m skipping class, going home. You?”

 “I need time. Not skipping class, not going home” he answered.

 “I see. Have you…” you breathed heavily, “have you heard?”

 “Have I heard what? That you fucked with Jimin? Oh yeah, I have” he said simply.

There it was. He heard and now he probably thought you were a slut too. Maybe he always did and that’s why he decided to fuck you. Because you were easy for him.

 “You believe it?”

 “Does it matter? Do you care?” he said, “Gotta go class. See ya around” he said and left, don’t even letting you answer.

 You ran out the school, tears burning your inside, but you wouldn’t let them fall down. No.

 When you arrived home, you changed your clothes, put on a hoodie pants and simple shirt and let yourself fall onto your bed. Shit, how did everything go wrong so fast? You didn’t even realize. Your head were getting full of thoughts, and before you could see, you fell asleep.


You woke up as your cellphone buzzed. You looked at your window. Is it already night? You had an unread text. From… Jungkook. What?

  Open your window. I’ll be there in two.

           Jungkook (8 pm)

Damn! What? He would be there? Where? For what?

You were feeling so much things that moment, happiness, fear… What if he was there to end up all that?  

 You couldn’t take your thoughts any longer because there he was, knocking on your window, asking for you to open it. You froze for a little sec to check him out. That jacket with that white shirt… these pants… urgh!

  You opened the window and he got in your room. There you were. Once again, standing, looking at each other without saying a word. No noises. Just silence. He was the first to break it.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“No”

 “I had never thought you were the kind of girl who cares about bullshit people say” he said kinda disappointed. I don’t, I care about you.

 “I don’t care” you said harshly.

  “So what’s the problem? Rumors end up someday” he said. You know what? Fuck it.

“You. You are the problem” you said. He furrowed his eyebrows at your answer.

 “What did I do?” he said, but you could say he was being cocky. He wanted you to say it. He wanted you to admit the way he did.

 “I cared about you. I do. I didn’t want you to think that I’m a slut like everybody else is” you replied. You walked to your bedroom and did sit. He sat beside you. He was staring at you.

 “I don’t think you are a slut” He said, getting closer. Oh, no. He was there just to fuck you? Because if he was, you would get angry right now and then. He seemed to notice your body tensing up, “I’m not here to fuck your ass off, Y/N. I’m here to make you feel good. I’m here for you. I’m not gonna say that I actually love you, but I didn’t lie. I care about you. I have discovered feelings, and I want to explore it” he said.

 He had fucked you already. If it was his only intention, he could’ve left you. If he was there, maybe it meant he really did care. You could get hurt, yes. But you could be happy too. You just had to try.

 “Same” you said.

“What?”

“I understand you, because me too. I’ve discovered feelings for you as well. I’m just afraid that you will hurt me…” you said.

 “No, no. Y/N. I’m not gonna hurt you, neither will I let anyone. Just trust me” he said and pulled you to him, hugging you. You looked up and scanned his face. His pink lips, that beautiful hair you loved to pull.

“You want to make me feel better?” you asked.

 “Yes, Y/N, just tell me how” he said quickly.

 “Then make love to me” you said. He stared at you, hesitating.

 “You sure? I don’t want you to think that I’m here to fuck you”

 “Kiss me and you’ll be sure” you answered. He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips found yours, fitting yours immediately. The kiss wasn’t rough, wasn’t hungry. It was passionate. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling at it. His tongue finally found yours, dancing and caressing it, the sensation making you melt. His hand started to caress your leg, his touch sending you shiver.

 “Lay down. Strip. I wanna admire your body” he said. Normally, you would be shy. But you couldn’t. Not now. You did take off your clothes, and so did he. You both were naked. You had seen his body before, of course, but once your eyes found his perfect abs, his cock asking to be touched, to get hard, your mouth watered as if it was the first time.

 He placed himself between your legs, letting his length touch your pussy, but not pushing in. He kissed you again, but soon his lips left your lips and started playing with your neck, massaging your skin with his tongue. Damn, his touch felt so damn good. One of his hands started touching your boobs, playing with your nipple, soon his fingertips found your clit. It was enough to have you wet.

 “Damn, Y/N” he whispered. His mouth was now sucking your breast, his index finger almost entering into you. You whined, and he finally pushed in. Fuck. That felt fucking good. He started to pump it in and out, slowly, teasing you.

 “Jungkook, please” you begged.

“I missed it. I missed to feel your warm pussy” he said, his dirty talk always making you wetter, “Damn, I need to be inside you right now”

 “So give your dick what it wants. Fuck me” you whispered. He did fix himself, putting his head at your entrance, and pushed in. He didn’t move.

 “Move”

“Don’t. Fuck, your walls feel so good” he groaned and soon started moving. His thrusts were slow, a tease, his dick stretching you. His pace was getting faster; he lowered himself and found the gap between your neck and shoulder, biting it, adding pleasure. He started groaning, the sound of his pleasured voice making you go to the edge.

 “Oh, fuck. Please let me ride you” you said. He rolled over, pulling you on top. You started moving up and down immediately, your boobs bouncing and he did grab it. He squeezed your nipples, soon one of his hands added pleasure at your clit.

 “Shit, Jungkook”

 “I know how you like it. I know how you like to feel my cock on this tight pussy of yours” he said. Ah… that was feeling so good. You missed him. His touch. His cock. His sex. Your skin started to hit against each other, the noise making you both go crazy.

 You started to feel your walls clenching around him. Once he felt it too, his climax got closer and closer. It didn’t take long for him to come, and when you felt his cum exploring your inside, you couldn’t hold it back anymore; you came around him, calling his name.

  You laid beside him, and looked at him. He looked back, and once again, you stayed there, in silence. No noises. No talking. Just the sound of your breath. He was the first to break the silence.

 “You ok?” he asked.

“I’ll be better if you stay” you said, smiling at him. He smiled back, that gorgeous smile making you feel happy, somehow

“Well, you owe me an answer” he pointed.

 “What? I don’t. I just said I wasn’t yours Kookie” you said, chuckling, “I don’t recall any questions”

“So, let me ask you once again” he said and got closer, his forehead touching yours, his lips touching yours.

 “Would you want to be?”

As a childcare provider, parents who let their children run their lives and treat their emotions like gospel take like 5 years off my life.

My biggest complaint is that people need to teach their children to let shit go. This is seriously such an important skill. They need to be taught that not every single feeling they ever have is the most important thing on planet earth that gets them anything they want.

Let me explain…..

If you get mad and storm off over sometimes totally not important, I’m going to tell you to let it go and that isnt not a big deal. Because it isnt. If you want to keep freaking out about it, thats on you.

If you whine and tantrum over me not giving you immediate attention, I’m not going to stop doing what I’m doing. I’ll explain that you need to wait and you can wait.

If you start throwing a tantrum, you can go somewhere else and do it. Come back when you’re ready to stop because you’re not getting what you want.

All this factors into that I’ve legit had kids tell me “well I’m having a bad day” or “well I’m mad today/at -insert someone or something-” as an excuse for treating the other kids and staff like absolutely shit so they wont get in trouble. Yeah no, you’re still in trouble. That’s not an excuse to treat people poorly/act like a brat. Oh man, do they have a full on meltdown when they find out how they feel isn’t the most important thing in the universe and, regardless how they “feel”, there are still consequences for their actions.

They are legit some of the hardest children to deal with. I understand that you value how your child feels, and thats seriously great, but please for the love of god, stop letting your children use their “feelings” as a scapegoat for shit behavior and that sometimes you just have to deal with not getting what you want…. Thank you.

(To clarify:

There is a difference between caring about a child’s feelings and letting them use their feelings as a be all end all.

I sit children down all the time and ask them to tell me what’s wrong. I’ve had long discussions with children about their feelings. The amount of times I’ve said “Hey, you dont usually act this way. Are you having a bad day? Did something happen?” or “You seem upset today. What’s wrong?” is uncountable.

There is difference between discussing something with a bothered child vs an overcoddled child who thinks that their feelings trump others. As a childcare worker, you can tell the difference.)

swaglordyoongi  asked:

Hi!! Can you do a BTS reaction where the boys are single dads and their child gets lost, and it's the reader who finds them and stays with them until they come back to find their child? Does that make sense ? 😂

Hello! Don’t worry, we understood what you were saying! Thank you so much for your request, sorry it took awhile for us to respond!

(We couldn’t resist making these scenarios kind of long, they were so cute! Hope you don’t mind!)

-❤ Kat & Sar 💖

BTS Reacts To You Finding Their Lost Kid

Jungkook: You’d be wandering through the mall, looking for a new dress for your friends wedding. With the dress in the bag, you started to walk to the exit, when all of a sudden there’s a small poke on your leg. “E-excuse me, can you help me find my daddy?” “Oh! Well, um, I can try! When did you get lost?” The little boy would be looking up at you with tears in his eyes. “W-well, I told him I had to go to the bathroom, but when I came out, I didn’t know where daddy went.” You give him a friendly smile and grab ahold of his hand so you wouldn’t lose him through the mall. “Why don’t we go check the shoe store? That’s the closest thing to the bathroom. Don’t worry! We’ll find him!” With your words, the little boy cheers up. Reaching the store, you walk inside only for your ears to be filled with a little squeal from the little boy. “Daddy!” Your hand is let go as the little boy runs up to his dad, who picks him up and swings him around. “Hey there little bud! I’m sorry, I wandered off! I just thought that I should get a new pair of timberlands while we’re here!” You watch the cute scene with a big smile in your face. Jungkook notices that someone else came in with his son and walks up to you. “Thank you so much for helping my son. I really should have waited for him to come out of the bathroom.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Oh it’s fine! He was very friendly! You’re doing a great job with him. I’m Y/N, by the way.” You stick out your hand and he places his out as well. You notice how big his hands are compared to yours. Probably compared to anyone’s. “I’m Jungkook! It’s nice to meet you Y/N!” There’s a small silence before he speaks up again. “So…what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” You’re eyes widen in surprise at the sudden change in this man, before you blush. “Oh I was just getting a dress. My friend is getting married next week and I’ve been putting it off for awhile.” “Well, i’m sure it’ll look beautiful on you. Thank you again for bringing my son back!” Just as he was starting to walk away, you spoke up. “If you aren’t busy next week…would you maybe want to come with me? I don’t have a date and I’d really like to get to know you and your son more. If you don’t mind of course! Oh my gosh unless you’re seeing someone then just ignore everything I’ve said-” “I’m not seeing anyone. I’d love to accompany you!” You both exchange numbers before Jungkook heads off. With a silly grin on your face, you watch the man and his son leave, you can’t help but thank your procrastinating self for putting off getting a dress.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Jimin:  Jimin and his little boy would be walking around the amusement park, enjoying the sights and sounds of others riding the roller coasters. The sights would always take him back to when he came here with his family. Soon, the boy would tug on his dad’s hand. “Daddy! Can we get cotton candy!?” Giving his signature smile down at him, he nods his head. “Sure! What’s an amusement park without some cotton candy!” He tells the little boy to wait for him, setting him up on the bench before making his way over to the stand. When he has the sugary treat in his hand and turns around, his boy is nowhere to be found. Jimin goes into a state of panic, and starts to run around the park in search of his precious little boy. He soon spots him holding onto the hand of a beautiful girl, who is searching the crowd of faces; most likely for him. Sighing in relief, Jimin runs up to you, giving you a grateful smile while pulling the boy into a hug. “Thank god you’re safe! And thank you so much! I take my eyes off of this little guy for one minute and he runs off on an adventure!” The smile you give him makes him stop and stare in awe at how bright it is. “It’s no problem at all! He’s a really sweet kid, I’m glad you two are reunited.” You look down at the kid and speak to him. “And maybe next time you go on an adventure you can bring your dad along, yeah?” “Okay!” The boy responds enthusiastically. “Daddy! Can she come with us for the day! We can all go on an adventure together!” Jimin looks at you, and after getting an eager nod, he looks back down at his son. “Why not?” The boy squeals in excitement as the three of you make your way back around the park. “I’m Jimin, by the way.” “I’m Y/N! It’s been a pleasure meeting you!” “Oh the pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” with a wink sent your way, you make your way back to the cotton candy stand, after realizing that Jimin had dropped the treat in his rush to find his son. Even after giving the sugary treat to the little boy, he couldn’t help but think that the sweetest thing he’s gotten today was the chance to spend the day (and hopefully more to come) with you.

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Taehyung: Taehyung would take his kid to the toy store. He would say to his son that it’s time to get a new toy to play with, but really Taehyung would get so excited by all the cool new gadgets and gizmos. Minutes after walking into the store, he’d get distracted and wander off in search of a cool new toy. With Taehyung distracted, the kid would go off on his own, mesmerized by the sounds and colors off all the toys. Soon he’d bump into you. “Oh! Hi there! Are you lost? Where’s your parents?” You would ask him, he’d respond with a little giggle, saying that it’s only his daddy. “He was somewhere over there! But I wanted to look at all the toys!” You’d smile at his own carefree little smile. “It is a cool place isn’t it? But we should get you back to your daddy, he must be worried. Plus, you won’t be able to get a new toy without him!” The kid would look up at you with an exaggerated face of horror at the chance of not getting a new toy. He’d grab your hand and tug on it. “Let’s go! C'mon hurryyy!” With a small laugh you’d follow him, but only to be stopped by a man. “Oh thank god! There you are! You scared me! I didn’t know where you went!” You assumed this was the father as he ran up and hugged the little kid. Realizing that you were there, he stood up and greeted you with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry! I got so distracted by all the toys I kind of just wandered off on my own…” You laugh, shaking your head. “It’s alright! He wasn’t any trouble at all! He’s very sweet, I’m just glad that you found him in this massive place.” He’d laugh in response, and you stare at him. He has the same carefree smile and nature as the child. Thinking that all is good, you start to walk off, only to be stopped by the father. “Wait! Um…seeing that you helped me and, I think you would be able to help me keep track of this little guy…would you maybe want to look at the toys…together? I-I mean only if you want! It’s just that you’re so pretty and you seem cool and I don’t want to bother you-” “I’d love to! I wouldn’t mind spending more time with you. You seem pretty cool, seeing that you’re in this place anyways.” You both laugh, the kid pulling you both off into the direction of the toy cars. “I’m Taehyung, by the way.” “I’m Y/N. it’s nice to meet you!” “Likewise! And thanks for staying with us. But now I’m worried that the toys won’t be the only thing distracting me.” He sends you a wink and follows his kid. And with a blush and a shy smile on your face, you follow him; never more grateful for shiny cars and robots than in that moment.

Originally posted by jeonthegreat

Hoseok: He’d be walking through the streets, on his way to the carnival in town. His big hand would be grasped by his little girl’s smaller one, so they wouldn’t be separated. All of a sudden, Hoseok would be pushed aside as a sudden rush of the crowd pushed the two apart. Realizing that he is no longer holding hands with his daughter, he panics. He starts yelling her name, yelling out for her. He stops and looks in all directions, paying no mind to the rude looks the passersby’s are giving him. Just as he was about to go into full panic mode and break down, he spots her. But the thing that interests him the most is the hand she’s holding onto. A very beautiful woman. The crowd is pushing them up against a local shop, and he sees you looking around for someone. Realizing that you’re probably looking for him, he makes his way over to you two. Reaching you, he speaks first. “I am so sorry! We got lost in the crowd together and I got so worried! Thank you so much for finding her! I’m sorry for interrupting your day.” You shake your head and laugh. He noticed how bright your smile is and zoned out before realizing that you’re answering him. “Oh it’s really no trouble at all! She’s very cute! She’s like a real life princess!” The little girl smiles shyly and nudges her foot against the ground before looking up at Hoseok. “Daddy, why don’t we bring her along!” “Well…that’s okay with me. We’re headed to the carnival, if you want to tag along. Seeing as you did save my child from the crowd.” “Oh I’d love to! I was just on my way there! But It’ll be more fun to spend the day with someone else! Especially in the presence of a princess!” Again, she laughs, and the little girl grabs both your hands and pulls you down the crowded street once again. Hoseok looks over and smiles gratefully at you, glad that you were the one that found his little princess. And maybe, he thinks, maybe…you could become his queen.

Originally posted by hohbi

Namjoon:  He would be at the bookstore with his little boy. Namjoon had run out of books to read and decided that he would go get a new one. But, he would get so into the book he was reading that he’d forget about his kid. Scared, the boy would run around looking for his dad. That’s where he’d run into you. You would be flustered at first, seeing this little crying boy run into you and cling to your legs. “Hey, what’s wrong? It’s okay, I’ll help you. What’s wrong?” “M-my daddy! I c-can’t find h-him!” He’d burst into a fresh wave of tears. Thinking that it could calm him down, you’d gently grab hold of his hand and tug him to the kids section. You’d pull him to sit on a chair and you’d sit in front of him. You’d start reading a cute little picture book, making each character have a different voice and make a big deal about showing him the pictures. Soon, the little boy had stopped crying and was paying close attention to the book. Meanwhile, Namjoon had realized that he had lost his kid and started to search the bookstore. When he reached the kid section of the bookstore, he’d spot you two. But instead of coming up and pulling his kid with him; he stops and watches. Thinking that you have a beautiful voice and how adorable you two look. Especially with all the characters voices. Namjoon would smile watching the little scene. When you’d reach the end of the book, and his little boy would smile and laugh clapping his little hands, he would approach you. Standing up, you smile at him. “I’m going to guess this is your little boy?” “Yes. I’m so sorry you had to watch him. I hope he wasn’t any trouble.” “It wasn’t any at all! I enjoyed reading to him! Just make sure he doesn’t run off again!” “Oh trust me! I’ve got my eye on the little sneak!” He’d feel a tug on his hand and look down at his boy. “Daddy! The pretty lady read me a story! Can we read another one? Pleeease?” He’d look to you, and once you nodded your head with a smile, he’d respond. “Alright little man. But only one more.” With an excited clap of his hands, he’d sit back down and wait patiently for you too read another story. Namjoon would stand, leaning against the bookshelf and watching you too. Watching his little boy smile and listen intently to the story, as well as the way your face would change with every character; he thought that he could get used to this.

Originally posted by bangthebae

Yoongi:  “Daad! Hurry up! I want to go play with the duckies!” A smile spreads across Yoongi’s face as his adorable little girl tugs on his hand with all her might as an attempt to rush him, which ultimately ends up failing. “The duckies aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” Yoongi and his daughter make their way to the gorgeous lake that sparkles throughout the day. Next to that is the giant, pink weeping willow tree that provides shade to Yoongi’s favorite bench. He plops down and lets out a long sigh. “Ah, your dad is getting old.” He says, rubbing his back. “Daddy, you’ve always been like that.” She says. Yoongi lets out a chuckle, nodding to himself with pride for teaching his daughter how to be so clever. She prances her way to the edge of the lake with her bag of seeds in her tiny hands. “Alright, now, you know the rules.” Yoongi says in his nagging voice. She lets out a long sigh, “Be nice and gentle to the duckies, don’t go into the water, and don’t wander off…” She says in a monotone voice, mocking her father. ‘Yah, don’t give me that. Now you have no excuse if you break the rules.” She ignores what her father says, and turns her attention to the lake, where ducks are now making their way towards her. The sight of Yoongi’s little girl, with her big eyes and giant grin on her face, brought happiness and warmth to his heart. He smiles, admiring his love.  They stayed like this for awhile. Without realizing, however, Yoongi had dozed off in his seat. He opened his eyes to see his daughter was nowhere in sight. Yoongi begins to panic. His heart starts racing as he leaps out of the bench, looking left and right and calling her name. He looks all over the park. The lake, the jungle gym, even the bathrooms. She wasn’t there. Eventually, Yoongi made his way to the swings. And there she was, swaying back and forth in the air with a huge smile across her face. The sound of her giggles never brought Yoongi as much comfort as they did right now. He moves close to her, “Thank god you’re okay! You know not to wander off like that!” He begins to nag once again, out of breath. “You could’ve been hurt…” Yoongi’s voice trails off when he sees you helping her off the swing. “I’m assuming you’re her dad, then.” You say, smiling at him. “Sorry daddy! You fell asleep and I got bored! I waited with the pretty lady for you to wake up!” You blush. “Sorry to worry you! She was wandering all by herself, so I decided to wait with her and keep her safe.” Yoongi smiles and nods, thanking you. The three of you start to take a walk around the park as Yoongi expresses his gratitude towards you for keeping his daughter safe. The conversation is filled with shy smiles, blushes, and quiet giggles until she tugs on yours and Yoongi’s hands. “Up! Up!” She says, bouncing up and down. Yoongi looks at you, almost as if to say You don’t have to. But you smile and grab her hand anyways, giggling as the two of you swing her into the air. Yoongi’s heart flutters, and you pretend not to notice as he looks at you with adoring eyes. He’ll never let his daughter hear this, but maybe breaking the rules isn’t always a bad thing.

Originally posted by daeguboy

Seokjin: Jin and his little boy would be wandering through a festival. The little boy’s eyes would be filled with fascination and wonders. Jin’s would be as well, as he had never been to a festival this big. He would be so amazed by all the sights and sounds, as well as all the food stands, that’d he’d wandered off. The little boy, trying to stay calm he approached a nearby food stand. It was a cute little stand filled with baked goods. You, the one in charge of it, would see the little boy coming. You’d put on a friendly smile and stepped out from behind the stand. “Hi there little guy! What can I do for you?” “I-I can’t find my daddy. Do y-you think that I can wait here?” “Of course! Would you like a sweet treat while you wait? I made them myself.” His eyes would fill with excitement at getting a treat. A few minutes later, Jin would spot his little boy munching on a brownie in front of the stand. Seeing him, the boy would run up and hug his legs. “Daddy! The nice lady made this! Do you think she can make some more for us?” Noticing you, he’d come up, apologizing for any trouble the boy could have caused. “Oh it’s fine. He was very nice. Plus, I’m glad I could give him some of my new baked goods!” Jin, noticing how cute you looked in an apron with your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, would smile. “Well…seeing as this little guy enjoyed your treats…you wouldn’t mind me taking some for the road?” “Sure! Take all you want! There are plenty!” Once he had a bag full of sweets, he’d start to walk away, before suddenly stopping. “Um…you wouldn’t mind if I asked for your number, would you? You know, just in case you had any new treats to try out. My son would be happy to taste test them. And I would always be happy to see you again.” Jin says with a shy smile and a light blush dusting his cheeks. With a shy smile yourself, you’d write your number down and hand it to him. “I’ll be expecting a call…” “Seokjin…Jin.” Im Y/N! It’s been a pleasure! I do hope I hear from you soon!“ With your friendly smile in his mind, he heads off again holding onto his boy’s hand. Although, him wandering off hadn’t been such a bad thing after all.

Originally posted by jiminahhh

Enemies Turned Lovers Prompts

This was not requested, but I made another prompts list called Best Friends Turned Lovers which you can check out if you like, and I felt like compiling some of my personal favorites from the enemies turned lovers trope as well. I hope these inspire you!


  1. “It’s hard to remember we aren’t in a competition anymore.” 
  2. “Do we like…hold hands now?”
  3. “Sorry, this is just really different from our constant arguing.” 
  4. “I didn’t ever think we’d be here, like this.”
  5. Write about an angel being held captive in hell who falls in love with a demon.
  6. “I don’t fall in love with people very often, I just can’t believe it was you. Out of everyone, you just had to steal my heart. That’s very rude, you know, to steal?” 
  7. An angel sent to destroy the one prophesied to bring the world’s destruction falls in love with them instead.
  8. Person A is from a rich family, intelligent and has a sharp tongue. One day, they snuck out to the poor district, curious. They met Person B, strong and independent, who clearly hates the people of the rich district. Not knowing Person A’s real identity, they both became fast friends, running around on top of rooftops at night, stealing breads from vendors only to give them to the beggars and telling each other stories while laying side by side in the flower meadow.
  9. “I keep forgetting that we got over this ages ago.”
  10. “Isn’t it strange to think that just a while back, we were always fighting?”
  11. “I don’t even remember why were fighting.”
  12. “We still have issues to work around, but we’ll get over it.”
  13. “I’m trying to decide if this thing I did is incredibly stupid or…”“What happened? What did you do?”“Well…I fell in love with you.”
  14. “You know nothing about me.”“Oh, but I do. I know you want adventure, that’s why you’re here standing in front of me. You want to rebel like everyone else. You want mystery in your life, passion, romance… and maybe even a little danger.”
  15. “This should be against some sort of rule.”
  16. “How could this happen? They’re so…so pure. Ugh.”
  17. “They’re kind to everyone, even me. I guess that was my weakness all along.”
  18. “All I ever wanted was for someone to respect me. When they did exactly that, I knew I was doomed.” 
  19. “Please don’t say you love me.” 
  20. “You know I can’t say it, but surely you understand how I feel?”

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(Archie Andrews x Reader): You’re such a cliche

Summary: Archie and Reader (a cheerleader) develop feels and eventually a relationship, the only problem is that the reader doesn’t want it to get out.

A/N: (apologies for spelling and grammar) This is a different style from what I normally do so I hope you enjoy it :)


 It had all started after an away football game. (Y/N) had been sitting at the front of the bus like she usually did (she claimed she got carsick; she was really just trying to avoid most of the other cheerleaders so she could read in peace) and Archie sat down next to her.

“Is this seat taken?” Archie asked, causing (Y/N) to look up from her book.

“I guess not,” You mumbled, a little annoyed to be distracted since you were just getting wrapped up in the story.

“Sorry, there’s no other seats, otherwise I wouldn’t bother you, you seem pretty pulled into that book.” He explains, looking a bit nervous.

You take pity on him, “That’s okay, I just usually sit up here to take a break from the girls, I love them but sometimes they’re a little too much.” You admit.

Archie nods, “I totally get that, I have the same thing with a lot of the guys on the team, that’s why it helps to have good friends who aren’t only thinking about football.”

You shrug, not wanting to admit that you don’t really have any good friends, just the other cheerleaders.

“So what are you reading?” Archie asked.

And that’s how it all started. The two spent the whole ride back to Riverdale talking about everything from books to music to politics.

After that the two found each other more and more often, they started partnering up in the classes they shared and Archie made it a habit to always sit next to (Y/N) on the bus to and from away games. Any time anyone asked if they were dating they would both scoff and reject the idea, both convinced that the other one didn’t feel the same way.

You were at a party, you hated parties, the music was always too loud, it was too hot, and everyone around you was too drunk. Cheryl was hanging on to you, her arm around your shoulders, “Isn’t she so tacky?” She asked you, her words slurring together.

“Who?” You asked dumbly, realizing you’d zoned out of the conversation.

“Veronica, of course” Cheryl sighed, “God, you’re so stupid sometimes. Anyway, I think she’s probably had work done, I mean…”

You nodded along as Cheryl droned on, not noticing Archie standing nearby watching you.

Eventually you excused yourself to go to the bathroom and carefully pried Cheryl’s arm off of you. When you got up to the bathroom you stared at yourself in the mirror for a long time, wondering how you’d gotten yourself in this situation. After washing your face quickly you opened the door only to stumble into Archie.

“Oh, hey!” You say cheerfully, putting on the facade you’d perfected in recent years.

“Why do you act that way when you’re around the other cheerleaders?” He asked bluntly.

“What way?” You asked, playing dumb, even though you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“It’s like you’re a completely different person when you’re with me, I don’t get it.” He tells you.

“It’s just easier.” You respond, defensively crossing your arms over your chest, “It makes it easier to fit in.”

Archie sighed, “Yeah, you’re a cheerleader, but you’re also so much more than that. Don’t let people like Cheryl dumb you down.”

“I appreciate that Archie, I really do, but if I was myself around these people…I’d probably get kicked off the team.” You reply, “Now if you’ll excuse me,” You add before slipping past him and making your way back to your post next to Cheryl.

The next weekend was an away game. It was a brutal loss and Archie was unusually quiet on the bus ride home because of it.

“Hey, you played great tonight, you know that right?” You said softly.

“Thanks, (Y/N), but I still feel bad, I could have played better,” Archie replied. 

“Hey, I’m sure next weekend will be better,” You say as you gently and hesitantly intertwine your fingers with his own. Your brain tells you not to, that this is a bad idea and you’re slowly becoming everything you hate but another party of you can’t bear that you’re not touching him more.

“(Y/N)…” Archie mutters softly, looking down at your hands and then back up at your face.

“Is this okay?” You ask quietly.

“Yes,” He replies quickly.

You smile softly as you turn to look straight ahead again. 

They held hands the rest of the ride, neither one wanted to be the first one to let go. Once they got back to school and everyone started getting off (Y/N) quickly snatched her hand away before anyone could notice it.

“Can I walk you home?” Archie asked, surprising you. The two of you never spent time together outside of school and stuff for football, especially not alone. 

You smiled and nodded, “Sure.”

As they walked Archie reached for your hand again.

“So what are we?” Archie asked as you walked up to your porch.

“I don’t know,” You replied, turning to face him, “I’m turning into everything I used to make fun of, but I don’t hate it.”

“Well, do you want to date?” Archie asked.

“I think so,” You admitted, “Do you?”

“Of course, ever since I first sat next to you on the bus I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you out.” He replied, blushing slightly.

“Then you should pick me up tomorrow night at seven,” You reply as you unlocked your door.

Their first date was at Pops, they were having a good time, talking about their families and how dysfunctional they are when some cheerleaders walked in and made their way over to where they were sitting.

“Oh my god! Are you guys on a date?” One of them asked excitedly.

“No,” You quickly replied, “We’re just hanging out,” You lied quickly and believably.

“Oh, sorry,” She replied awkwardly, “Well…we’ll leave you to it…” She said before the group walked away.

“Sorry about that,” You said, turning to Archie, “They’re just…”

“Why did you say we weren’t on a date?” He asked.

“They-There are these really dumb stereotypes, you know, the whole cheerleader and the football player cliche? I just, I can’t become that.”

“But isn’t that what we are?” 

“No! We’re more than that, we’re more complex, but that’s how those girls will see us, and I just can’t-”

“Do you want to be in a relationship with me?”

“I-yes.” You admit, “But we’re some fantasy straight out of the 1969s.”

“Why is that so bad? What we have is real, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” You reply again, “Archie, I want to be with you, but if we are, we can’t tell anyone, at least not the football team and cheerleading squad.”

“Are you ashamed at the thought of being with me?”

“No, I just wanted what we have to be just between us, it’s too special to taint with everyone else.”

And for two months they did just that, they went on dates, spent time together, did everything that couples do, the only difference was that they didn’t tell anyone one at school, or act in any slightly romantic way when they were around other kids.

Archie had a hard time keeping it from his close friends. Betty, Veronica, Kevin-and even Jughead-sometimes tried to set him up with people, but he just kept avoiding their ideas, claiming that he was too busy with music and football and work to have a girlfriend. None of them really bought it (I mean, it hadn’t stopped him before when he was with Grundy or Valerie) but they had a hard time figuring out why Archie would be so adamant about it. Kevin was the one who first brought up the fact that he was hiding a secret girlfriend but everyone else thought that was highly unlikely, they’d never seen him act more than friendly with anyone, and none of the girls he hung out with stood out more than others.

But, like all secrets, the truth came out eventually.

You and Archie were at Pops one Friday night, enjoying your tradition of splitting a hot fudge malt and a basket of fries when the ice queen herself, Cheryl, walked in.

“Well, well, well, what are you two doing here? Out on a date?” She asks as she saunters over.

“Cheryl, for the last time, we’re not dating, we’re just hanging out.” You reply with an eyeroll as you glance over at her.

“Well, you two do an awful lot of hanging out for two people claiming to just be friends.” She comments, “Every weekend someone finds the two of you here, just the two of you,”

“Cheryl, everyone hangs out here all the time, what are you trying to say?”

“I’m just saying that if you’re not dating Archie, you should give someone else a ride on the ginger stallion.” She replies suggestively as she gives Archie a meaningful glance, “What do you say Archie?”

“I um-” He stalls, glancing at you nervously.

“Oh come on Cheryl, just because Archie doesn’t want to make out with you doesn’t mean he’s dating someone,” You cutting, starting to feel a bit defensive.

“Well, that didn’t stop him last time.”

“What?” You ask, feeling completely thrown for a loop.

“At my family’s maple syrup tapping,” Cheryl replies.

“Oh, that doesn’t matter, that was before we were dating,” You reply before realizing what you just said and claiming your hand over your mouth and glancing at Archie with wide eyes.

“Ha! I knew it!” She shouts triumphantly, “Jesus Christ, you guys made that way harder than it needed to be. I can’t wait to tell everybody, this is so exciting.”

“Great…” You mutter as she walks away, already typing on her phone (presumably texting the group chat the ‘good news’), “Shit,” You mutter as you rub your hands over your face. From across the table Archie reaches over and grabs your hands away and holds them in his own. 

“Hey,” He says softly, “It’s going to be okay, we’ll figure out how to deal with this, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re okay with this.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” You ask, giving him a loving smile, “I guess now that the cats out of the bag we should just embrace it, you know? I was getting kind of tired of hiding it anyway.”

“Good, because I’ve been wanting you to wear my letter jacket for ages now, and I think Monday would be a great opportunity for you to debut that look.”

“You’re such a cliche.”

“You know you love it”

Contrasting Colours

Originally posted by imaginesofmostthings

Requested by anonymous:

“hi!! can you write an imagine about hermione? where the reader is a slytherin and she’s in love w hermione but hermione refuses to reciprocate her feelings because she’s a slytherin, but something happens to the reader which causes hermione to admit her love? thank u i love ur writing so much.”

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, reader gets injured, slytherin!reader, cocky!reader

Notes: this is a girl x girl fic, set in the 5th year but before Umbridge takes over and ruins everything :)) 


“Hey Malfoy what- hey would you quite eye fucking yourself in the mirror and listen to me?”

Draco let out a frustrated sigh as he reluctantly tore his eyes away from his reflection and turned to his friend as they walked side by side down the crowded hallways of Hogwarts. “What *yln*?” Draco drawled.

“What day is it today?”

“It’s Tuesday and if you didn’t spend every night working your way into every non-straight girls pants in our year you’d know that.” However, as Draco continued to rant to her about how she was a total wreck *yn* had tuned out almost instantly. 

“Brilliant.” *yn* muttered under her breath when she realised what Tuesday meant. 

“Brilliant? It’s most definitely not bloody brilliant, we still have four full days of torture before the weekend.” 

“It may not be brilliant for you, you git. But it is for me.” *yn* grinned as they turned a corner to make their way down a long spiralling staircase.

“And why is it brilliant for you exactly?” Draco huffed. 

“We have double potions.” *yn* smirked smugly. There were a few moments between the two and *yn* could practically hear the cogs in Draco’s head whirring as he tried to figure out why having double potions with the Gryffindors would be a good thing. Then it clicked.

“You’re not still fantasising about bloody Granger are you?” He groaned. 

“You say ‘fantasising’ like I don’t have a shot with her.” *yn* shot back hotly. 

“All I’m saying is that you’ve been her potions partner all year and the closest you’ve got to snogging her is that time you ‘accidentally’ glued your hand to her arse. Plus she’s totally wrapped around Potter’s finger, there’s no way she’d go for you.” Draco replied as the two neared the dungeon that Snape held his lessons.

“All part of my master plan Malfoy. Granger isn’t like the others, it was always going to take time to slither my way in. Pun intended.” *yn* replied.

“Good luck with that *yln*, that’s all I’m gonna say.” 

“Oh and Malfoy, I finished making my way through the non-straight girls months ago. Turns out when you’re well, me, even the heteros aren’t out of my reach.” *yn* spoke as he opened the dungeon door. “See you after class.” She continued before he could answer, shooting him a grin before stepping past him and into Snape’s classroom. 

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