parent lecture

I hate this. Things like this scare the shit out of me.
Yes a parent should be protective. No they should not STALK their child.
Yes a parent can get upset at a child. No they should not flip out or let their anger make them out of control, or take out their anger on their child.
Yes a parent can lecture and maybe the kid feels like their parent is driving them crazy - but after the last two statements forgive me if I don’t exactly trust these definitions.
A parent should never be their child’s worst nightmare. A pain sometimes, ok, but not a nightmare.
And the idea of a parent “stalking” and “hunting down” their child is horrifying. If you were a good parent, maybe your child would have communicated whereabouts upfront with you already.
And the last statement is the worst. “I will subject you to terror and treat you like my property…. Because I love you!” No one would ever put up with this from a partner, a friend, even a grandparent…. Why is it suddenly okay from a parent?

Fuck toxic parenting.


Uuummm…I’m willing to do a lot of begging for Harris to not die. Like a lot. You totally make him sound like a badass, which he is in his own quietly psychotic way, but please don’t kill him? Please?

Harris will be just fine!

And just to clarify, if I ever was going to write deathfic, it would 100% be tagged from the absolute beginning as deathfic.  It’s really not my thing, so I doubt that’ll ever be a tag I need, but there’s absolutely no way that I’d post that without a lot of warnings. 

Despite the fact that everyone knows that there’s never any chance of death or lasting damage, I seem to get people to care, anyway, so I’ve never found that sort of tension to be necessary. 8)

Mushy Stuff

“No mushy stuff!,” my parents would insist whenever I told them I was going on a date. I figured it was what parents had to say. No one wants to think about their kids having a sex life. Just like how kids don’t like to think of their parents having one.

So I went on my dates. And they were great. Lots of fun, countless good times, and yes, plenty of sex. Plenty of “mushy stuff,” as my parents were wont to say as I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

Like any kid, I did my best to hide it from them. I was always careful. Protection was always involved - although with my most recent girlfriend, we sometimes took risks. Passion is a hell of a thing.

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calfreezy imagine: party animal, meet depression

REQUESTED:  “Can you write a sad af freezy imagine where him and the reader get into a fight about her “being lazy” when it’s really just her depression. And like she breaks down but cal realizes that he’s dumb af and apologizes and shit and fluffy at the end”

I sat against the headrest of the bed, a cushion in my arms for comfort. My heart lay heavy in my chest and I sighed. The room was dark, curtains drawn and it occurred to me I couldn’t remember the last time I opened them. When you’re living with depression you don’t really take notice of the days. Every day is just another day of feeling alone. Another day of questioning whether or not you should even be here. This is a life I have completely tired of living.

The door burst open, startling me as Cal entered. He switched on the light and I groaned quietly, flinching.

“Y/n? Why are you still in bed, we’re all going out in like ten minutes?”

“I’m not coming,” I murmured, avoiding his watchful eye. “I don’t feel well.”

“What do you mean you’re not coming? Of course you’re coming everyone’s coming!”

“Well I’m not!” I snapped, still quiet, however this time with an edge to my voice. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you why are you being all fucking emo? I just asked you if you were coming out jesus!”

“I already said I don’t feel well alright! Just fucking leave me alone!” I yelled, tears stinging my eyes. No no no, don’t fucking do it, do not cry in front of him. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s crying in front of people, and Cal was no exception despite our relationship. We had been together for a fair while now, however I had not yet informed him about my depression. It wasn’t a big deal in my eyes; everybody had demons, this was just another one of mine. I wasn’t prepared to become a nutcase. I didn’t want sympathy, and I didn’t want Cal to look at me differently.

“What the fuck is happening to you? You’ve been in this bed for like a fucking week straight there’s no way you’re ill anymore, you’re just being fucking lazy!”

I felt my blood boil at the use of that word: lazy. Lazy, lazy, lazy.The word I had been cursed with the whole way through my adolescence, the word I was labelled by my parents, my teachers, my lecturers. Lazy. My fists clenched underneath the mattress. 


By this point I had given up on trying to stay composed. I let the tears run freely down my face, struggling to keep my breathing to a normal standard. I let myself fall apart. Cal stood still at the doorframe.

“That’s..that’s how you feel?”

I simply nodded, watching the tears fall onto the eggshell white duvet. Cal headed towards me and I shook my head, trying to push him away, however he resisted. 

“Please, Y/n, kick my throat in if you have to, but please don’t push me away.”

He wrapped his long arms around me and I snuggled into him, crying hysterically against his chest as he stroked my hair.

“Cal I’m so scared. Please don’t leave me, I’m so so scared.”

“Shh, shh,” he whispered soothingly, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m not gonna leave you Y/n, I’m not going out tonight, I’m not going anywhere, even if you tell me to. You’re not getting rid of me.”

I cried harder, feeling so overwhelmed with so many different emotions. 

“When you’re ready we’ll go to the doctors together and we’ll find you the help you need, but I’m still not gonna leave. I love you, alright, and I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you; I didn’t realise at all and I’m so sorry.”

As I felt him move underneath me I flinched, holding onto him tighter. He rubbed his hand against the back of my hoodie and I rested my head on his shoulder, beginning to calm down.

“Now tell me what you think you wanna do now, do you wanna go to bed?”

“Are you gonna stay with me?” I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken.

“Of course,” he replied, and i nodded. “Okay then baby.”

He stood up, holding me to his chest as I wrapped my legs around his chest and he peeled back the duvet. My back fell into the duvet and he lay beside me, removing his button up and his jeans. I cuddled into his bare chest and he run his hands through my hair. My eyelids began to shut. As I drifted off to sleep I heard the soft whispering of Cal.

“I love you, Y/n. I wouldn’t be able to cope without you. You’re not going anywhere, I’m not letting you. God, I love you.”

Im still Never going to get over the fact that they had Qrow “hes always drunk” destroyer of military property being intoxicated around minors despite being a teacher and just general Jackassery Brawnen, give his sister a lecture about becoming a better person and start taking responsibility for her actions.

ameafifiust  asked:

I wonder.... If Judy is pansexual and, in the comics, it doesn't seem like she tries to hide it that much, does it mean that when she was younger she maybe knew about her own sexuality and was open about it and her parents lectured her on all that crap or maybe this is just my own idea or headcanon or whatever...

Judy wasn’t properly introduced to that idea until college, at a time when she first left the burrows and got to see the city. It was on a date with Robbie Binks, which flopped spectacularly. Watching her trying to date male rabbits was kind of sad and awkward, like those early episodes of the Ellen show where she’d be dating men. If she didn’t know it yet, her date sure did- what, they were never sure of, but she certainly wasn’t “acting natural.”

Okay but why THE FUCK do parents think it’s okay to call your child a freak, or just names in general? Does it occur to you fuckheads that maybe YOU’RE one of the reasons I keep to myself all the time? That YOU raised your child to be this way? And now you have to take a shit on my already low self esteem and call me a freak? What part of this is okay? Like I get I’m a disappointment and all but just… No ??? Shut the fuck up ???

CS FF: Forever Yours

Summary:  My version of how season 7 should open.  Set in the future during a time of peace in Storybrooke, Emma and Killian are living a blissfully happy life with their seven year old twins.  But this is still Storybrooke.  And things can change in the blink of an eye.

Rating: PG

Note: Thank you for the responses to ‘Never Stop Fighting’. Since Emma is only guaranteed to be back for one episode, we know that CS will have to be separated somehow.   Given what we know so far, this is how I would like things to go in the season premiere.  Oh and there is no mention of Henry in this because I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how that whole thing is going to work and what exactly will happen to him in the future.  Hope you enjoy it!  ~Steph

…Forever Yours: Part 1/1…

Killian came up behind his wife, as she stood at the stove making pancakes.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose into her neck.

“Something smells delicious,” he muttered.

Emma giggled as his lips moved to her neck.

“Don’t start,” she warned.  “The kids are already up and in the living room.”

“What?” he asked, nibbling on her ear.  “I was talking about the pancakes.”

“Sure you were,” she replied with a laugh.

Emma spun around in her husband’s arms and snaked hers around his neck.  His lips came crashing into hers, his tongue quickly diving into her mouth.  He pulled her body up against his, as Emma threaded her fingers through his hair. 

“We can’t,” Emma breathed before kissing him again.

Killian reached behind her and turned the stove off, as his lips moved down her throat to her chest.  

“Perhaps if we are quiet, we can make it up to our bedroom and the children will simply think we are still asleep.”

Emma squeezed her eyes closed, as she held his head to her skin.  

“Only one problem with that: they already saw me making the pancakes.”

Killian pulled her robe back a bit with his hook and kissed her shoulder.  

“We can think of an excuse for our disappearance later then,” he said.  

His lips moved back to hers for a quick kiss and then he grabbed her hand, leading her to the stairs.

“Let go!” Leia screamed.

“You let go!” Liam yelled.

“MOM!  DAD!” they both bellowed.

Killian and Emma stopped dead in their tracks, mere feet from the stairs.  

“Bloody hell.  They must have inherited their grandmother’s terrible timing,” Killian mumbled.  “Why did we decide to have children again?”

Emma laughed, as she kissed his cheek.  “Because we wanted to share our love and watch it grow everyday.”

Her husband bobbed his head, as he placed a kiss to her forehead.

“Aye, that’s right.  Sometime I forget.”

“Come on,” Emma said, as she dragged him to the living room.

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anonymous asked:

PaRt 11 iS WhAt I nEeD !! GoD of bLuE! I pRaY To yOu!

*laughing* I hear thy mortal plea, and thus I grant you part 11, my dear!
It was late, she should have been asleep in her metal form, but it had been so long since she’d been able to walk around of her own free will. Which is probably why Shiro seemed so surprised to see her wandering the hallways that night, after everyone had already been tucked away for bed. It had only been a day, and the first time her sisters left their Lion forms they had gone back in order to recharge.

But unlike them, Blue had been storing energy ever since she’d met her precious little pilot, waiting for the day when she’d finally have enough to form a human body to match her Paladin’s species. But now she turned on her heel to raise an eyebrow at the Black Paladin. “Oh. Blue. You’re awake this late at night? I kinda figured you would be back in your Lion form by now, since that’s what Black did the first few nights she used her human form…” Shiro trailed off, unsure how to fix the awkward and tense atmosphere.

After all, Blue was still upset over the mistreatment of her little cub. One day doesn’t fix the damage of a month. And they had damaged her Lance, unintentionally or not. Blue hummed quietly. “I have not used this form in a very long time. I was storing energy in preparation for when the system finally repaired itself.” She stated coolly as she motioned for Shiro to walk with her, instead of standing awkwardly in the middle of the hallway.

“Also, I would ask you why you yourself are not asleep like your fellow Paladins. My studies on human anatomy and physiology during my time on Earth show that lack of proper sleep leads to negative side affects.” No one was safe from Blue’s mothering side, it was just in her nature to care for others, no matter how angry she was at them. Besides, this was her cub’s potential mate. She had several questions for the Black Paladin, might as well clear them up now.

Shiro laughed wryly. “Just… felt like checking the perimeter is all. Black is currently covering the other half of the Castle.” He explained as they both padded quietly down the dimly lit hallways. Blue raised an eyebrow, figuring there was more at work than just “feeling like a walk” here, but didn’t press further. That was Black’s job, not hers.

They walked in silence for a little while, when Blue finally spoke up. “Thank you, by the way.” Shiro gave her a questioning glance. “For earlier. Carrying Lance to bed while I was busy with my sisters. Thank you.” She clarified, and as she suspected, a light blush formed across the Black Paladin’s cheeks. Hmm. Interesting. She’d have to ask Keith and Pidge a few things too it seems.

“Ah, I was just trying to be a good teammate. Besides, he was barely out of the healing pod, walking was out of the question. We’ve been treating him badly for too long, I figured I should start trying to make amends before we lost him again…” Shiro managed to keep the embarrassment out of his voice, but the look on his face was more than enough for Blue.

“Black Paladin, I want to know your intention with my cub.” She stated suddenly, stopping and pinning Shiro with her gaze, both stopping in the middle of the hallway near Pidge’s room. Shiro blinked, startled at the sudden inquiry. “My… what?” Blue folded her arms under her chest and quirked a brow, the very image of a mother interrogating her son’s future boyfriend. “Your intentions with Lance. Because I’m receiving very mixed signals from you about him and I’d like some clarification.” She asked, and Shiro suddenly got a whole lot redder.

“Oh. Well, he’s a vital part of the team and an all around nice guy to have backing you up…” Shiro tried first, but Blue stepped forward and he stepped back in return. “Your. Intentions.” She stated quietly, golden eyes full of promises of intense hurt if he said a single word wrong. “Umm, I have no intentions? I really don’t?” He squeaked, the intimidating commander of Voltron reduced to a shy and blushing schoolboy under the ancient Lion’s gaze.

Blue hummed, pleased, and stepped away, finally allowing Shiro to relax. “Hmph. Very well. If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to talk to my sisters about something.” She said calmly as she walked away, towards the Hangars, leaving a shell-shocked Black Paladin behind.

“What the hell just happened…?” Shiro muttered, as Pidge opened her door, peeking out and grinning at him. “You just got the meeting the parents lecture! From Blue!” She giggled, Shiro merely going brighter red in response and pressing his face into his palms.

“Pining denial! I fucking called it!” Red screeched, pumping her fist in the air and turning to give Green a high five. Yellow merely sighed in defeat while Black smiled indulgently. “Language, Red.” She chided lightly as Green spun around, cackling about how her calculations were always correct.

Blue rolled her eyes at her sisters, sighing. The Lions had been betting on possible mate pairs since they’d met their Paladins, and Yellow had been betting on Lance and Hunk.

Black had been torn between Lance and Shiro or Keith and Shiro until the Blade Of Marmora incident, when Red had come back smugly informing them that Keith saw Shiro as a brother more than anything else.

Green and Red had both been rooting for Shiro and Lance since day one, though they’d also been chatting about Keith and Hunk. Green had firmly declared Pidge off limits though, not that anyone was going to argue with her. The smallest cub was too young for a mate, even if she was barely a few years younger than the others.

Blue was very into the Hunk and Keith pairing, but her Lance was too precious for a mate. She’d rather tuck him away from the possibility of a broken heart, thank you. Black sidled up to her youngest sister, smirking. “Oh Bluuuuuuee~!” She purred, and the blue haired woman pouted. “Absolutely not.” Black’s smirk widened. “Come on, even you can’t deny it at this point.” Blue kept her mouth shut. “They’d be cute together and you know it.” The eldest Lion sang cheerfully, and Blue pouted even further, crossing her arms under her chest and slouching a little.

“Black, no. My cub is not ready for courting.” She argued. “Oh come on, Blue! Don’t you think they’d be adorably lovey dovey as mates?” Black wheedled, knowing she was wearing down her sibling by the waver in Blue’s lip.

A few moments of silence while Red, Yellow and Green leaned in as well, each giving the youngest Lion a knowing smile.

“…….okay, maybe a little bit cute.”” Blue mumbled in defeat, and Black grinned. “Told you so.” Blue glared at her pride. “I hate when you’re right.” She huffed. "I always am, dear sister.” Black purred, completely smug.
The Lions have a betting pool on their Paladins and nobody else is any the wiser. Soon enough Green will pull Pidge, Keith and Hunk into helping make Shance canon while secretly doubling up in getting Hunk and Keith together. What? Their Paladins deserve happiness! And Pidge needs blackmail!

But yeah. Part 12? Or should I finally end this arc and move on to the next one, the one I’m calling the Progression Arc with a shit ton of awkward flirting and fluffy Shance? And bits of Heith? :3 send me an ask telling me if you want a part 12 or the new story arc! :D

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Star Butterfly dislikes something

Star don’t like something in Mewni and Earth:
She has a greatest fear of St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses.
She looks mean and rude people. That’s not good.
She is boredom at school and her parents talk about their lectures because she don’t want to become a queen for the future.
She don’t want to hang out with Tom Lucitor is her ex-boyfriend.
She gets spells going wrong sometime.
She don’t tell someone about Marco. He is her best friend since she has a secret crush on him.

2 + 1 = 3: C.G**

So I forgot to put this one on the list, but this one is a basic smut that turns bad a couple months later. But hope ya enjoy. Requests are still open click here so now onto the warnings and shit.

Warning: Sexual content, swearing, and more Gallagher stuff I can’t think of.

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Fruits Basket Another Character Babble

Disclaimer: the parentage is not officially confirmed, with the exception of Hajime and Mutsuki), and is based on what has been interpreted from the manga.

My brief thoughts on the next gen of Furuba kids:

Hajime Sohma (Kyo Sohma and Tohru Honda’s eldest son; 3rd year high school student, student council president): Hajime seems to take mostly after his father personality wise.  He can come across as a bit brash, and he runs away when he gets embarrassed.  However, he does have some of Tohru’s traits as well - he tends to give somewhat parental lectures and can cook.  The other Sohma kids even call him their “dad” (akin to how Tohru was seem as a “mom”).

Mutsuki Sohma (Yuki Sohma and Machi Kuragi’s son; 2nd year high school student, student council vice-president): Mutsuki takes mostly after his dad, showing off both the prince-like side as well as the more manipulative side that we saw of Yuki towards the end of the series.  Like both of his parents, however, he on occassion has been show to be a bit of an airhead at times, and he also is terrible at keeping tidy, which he proudly admits that he takes after his parents.

Riku Sohma (Haru Sohma and Isuzu “Rin” Sohma’s son, younger twin; 1st year high school student): Riku is shown to have a mix of both Haru and Rin’s personalities.  He looks out for others and when really pissed, shows a quiet but brewing anger.  He is also shown napping before class, similar to how Rin was seen napping at times at home.  He does not tend to make unnecessary remarks like his father and seems more level-headed like his mother.

Sora Sohma (Haru Sohma and Isuzu “Rin” Sohma’s daughter, older twin; 1st year high school student): Sora is full of energy and loves to make everyone’s name into some sort of nickname (i.e. Hajime is Haa-kun).  She seems to take on more of Haru’s personality in some aspects, such as saying oddball things (”take a deep breath of the fresh air - it’s delicious”), lightly teasing others (asking Sawa if she called Riku aside for a love confession) and for suddenly sticking her arms straight out when she seems some one she likes.  However, it can also be interpreted that she has Rin’s cheerful personality pre-child abuse years.

Michi Manabe (Kakeru Manabe and Komaki Nakao’s daughter; 3rd year high school student): Michi very much takes after he father, having his more outgoing personality.  Not surprisingly, she seems to be good friends with Mutsuki (who calls her “Michi-nee”) and Hajime, even though she does get into arguments with the latter on occasion.

Kinu Sohma (Hatori Sohma and Mayuko Shiraki’s daughter, college student): I feel like Kinu is a mix of both parents.  She is on the quiet side, like Hatori, but also looks out for all the younger Sohma kids, much like Mayu always looked out for the best interest of her students and others.  She is also stated she want to become a teacher, which could be seen as a nod to her mother.

Shiki Sohma (Shigure Sohma and Akito Sohma’s son, first year middle school student): Shiki takes very much after his mother.  Sometimes frail, quiet, a bit awkward when it comes to normal, everyday living.  However, it was shown recently that he does have to support of “Rio” and Chizuru, as they are all classmates.

Chizuru Sohma (Ayame Sohma and Mine Kuramae’s second child, son; 2nd year middle school student): If anything, Chizuru reminds me most of Yuki.  He even admits that he is nothing like either of his parents, and gets tired of all the comments customers make that he is so normal compared to his father’s weirdness.  Chizuru is very down to earth, responsible, and tries to reign in his outgoing older sister when he can.  However, he is not against some light teasing.

Hibika Sohma (Ayame Sohma and Mine Kuramae’s first child, daughter): Put together the craziest aspects of Aya and Mine’s personalities, and you have Hibika.  She is rash acting, loud, can go on long monologues, and has an obsession with cosplay.  However, unlike Aya growing up, she is open about stating how much she loves her brother, which mostly annoys Chizuru.

“Rio/Leo” (Saki Hanajima’s son, father unknown; middle school student): Leo has shown personality trains similar to his mother - understanding of the feelings of those around him but also smiling gently.  He also is well loves by his uncle, Megumi.

Mina Sohma (Momiji Sohma’s daughter, mother unknown): Mina is very much like her father - childish, cute and with a happy personality.  Interestingly, it appears that Momiji and Momo have perhaps resolved the previous secret of their relationship, as Momo refers to Momiji as “Nii-san”, and Mina introduces Momo to everyone as her father’s younger sister.

Blake#2203 at 10:32PM:
You’re probably not still awake now cuz timezones but I only just got free now for the evening.
Parents were givin me a lecture about internet safety LOL anyway sleep well ok?

Weiss#1402 at 10:33PM:
I’m still awake.

Blake#2203 at 10:33PM:
Cause you stay up so late sometime-
ok I thought you went to bed and was gonna be sappy lol.

Weiss#1402 at 10:34PM:
Well you can just be sappy to my face then.

Blake#2203 at 10:34PM:
way to put me on the spot lmao
Isn’t it like
1am though?

Weiss#1402 at 10:35PM:
2am actually
I usually stay up this late to talk to you.

Blake#2203 at 10:35PM:
why tho?
I’m like…
a stale potato.

Weiss#1402 at 10:36PM:
Do potatoes even go stale?

Blake#2203 at 10:36PM:
Do I look like a fuckin potato farmer to you?
This disrespect.

Weiss#1402 at 10:36PM:
Well I’d know that for sure if you sent me a selfie one day.
Hint Hint.

Blake#2203 at 10:37PM:
Maybe if you went to bed on time for once I will send one as a reward >:3
But seriously though, please go to bed?
Don’t think I forgot you mentioning that thing you had with your dad tomorrow.
Early to bed.

Weiss#1402 at 10:38PM:

f i n e
I’ll get in bed and message you till i fall asleep
is that ok?

Blake#2203 at 10:38PM:
I guess I can’t stop you so ok
So… how’s your day been?

Weiss#1402 at 10:41PM:
okay ish.
My dad’s not been as much of a dick today I guess so that’s good.

Blake#2203 at 10:42PM:
It’s been okay apart from the parent lecturing thing. I know they have their best interests at heart but like… I can pretty much tell you’re not a 50 year old fat guy at a computer by now, you know?

Weiss#1402 at 10:42PM:
my secret
it has been recealed
*r e v e a l e d

Blake#2203 at 10:43PM:

Weiss#1402 at 10:44PM:
oh fuck off i’m tired lmao
how do i know ur not a 50 year old fat guy at a computer?

Blake#2203 at 10:44PM:

Weiss#1402 at 10:44PM:
is that u?

Blake#2203 at 10:45PM:
that’s me.

Blake#2203 at 11:00PM:
Let me know how that thing goes tomorrow with your dad, btw.
Or just message me if you want company, y’know.

Blake#2203 at 11:45PM:
Good you’re sleeping.
I’ll see about that selfie tomorrow too, maybe.
Sleep well

Only 6 Months (CEO!Jungkook x Barista!OC) Part 15

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE I HAD TO WORK AND - I’ll stop making excuses and post it ^^;
I’m running behind on writing, so don’t be surprised if there is an actual day that I don’t post anything for this story ^^;

Summary: Who knew that pretending to be in love could create such chaos?

Words: 1,400+
Genre: some angst :c

Part 1 - Part 14 - Part 16

> Masterlist <

By the time that Chaerin got home, she could feel the tension in the house. Hyomin was on the couch watching TV while Nari was sitting next to her, flipping through the channels. Kiseung was nowhere to be found.

“Hey,” Chaerin spoke as Nari looked back at her and sent her a smile.

“Hey,” she sighed, “Kiseung is at Baekhyun’s right now. She left just before you got here.”

Chaerin frowned and nodded before walking to the couch that wasn’t occupied. She looked at Hyomin for a few seconds, hoping that she would turn to her and say something. Of course, Chaerin should have known that Hyomin wouldn’t say anything since she was upset.

“Hyo, I’m sorry about earlier,” Chaerin started, gaining Hyomin’s attention, “I’m with you on this. I see why Kiseung is concerned for Mark, but you did the right thing.”

She gave her a weak smile before looking back at the TV, “She still doesn’t understand. I just want to live my life without her critiquing me.”

“Don’t we all,” Nari slightly laughed, “I’m just happy that I’ve gotten the best end of this deal. She never bugs me about this kind of stuff, but I think it’s because I’m the youngest and she goes easy on me.”

“Yeah, definitely,” Hyomin scoffed, “She has never criticized you, except for when you dated Seyong forever ago.”

“And she did that for a good reason,” Chaerin leaned against the arm of the couch, “But she really does need to back off. If you’re ready for something or someone new, she needs to respect that.”

Hyomin just silently nodded while grabbing the remote and changing the channel again. Her eyebrows raised slightly as the channel landed on the news, and Chaerin’s eyes moved to the TV.

Jungkook was currently on the TV with the headlines “SECRET ENGAGEMENT?”

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Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

You were finding it increasingly difficult to fall asleep in Michael’s absence. 

You’d stay at his place almost every night, and when you did decide to return home to your infuriated parents and their long lectures, you’d lay awake at night looking blankly at the ceiling. Instead of sleeping your mind would wander and all you see able think about was Michael; the way he felt when he wrapped his strong arms around you, the way his expensive cologne filled the air when he entered the room, the smokey taste of his lip when they were on top of yours, the low hum of his laugh, his green eyes that crinkled as he smiled when he looked at you as if you were his whole world.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you maybe do a scenario of Kirishima and his best friend, who he has a crush on being at his house, maybe sitting on the couch, something happens, and then the bf falls on top of him. To finish it maybe Kiri's parents come in during that moment, and after getting the wrong impression, they give them a little lecture?? Thanks!! I love your last thing about Kiri meeting the s/o's parents and I think it'd be fun seeing this.

I got your other message saying that you wanted this to be with a fem! s/o don’t worry :0

The summer heat wave had driven the two of you indoors after attempting to go out and run some errands. You sighed looking at your popsicle stick, the cold treat had long since been consumed with such fervent haste that you were a little concerned with yourself. The heat sucked, but as you slumped over the arm of the couch you had to admit that your best friends wasn’t the worst person to be stuck with in a summer haze. 

Kirishima had invited you over despite you telling him that you’d be dragging him out to run errands for your mom. The two of you headed out into the summer heat around noon was your first mistake. The second mistake was thinking you had any impulsion control in said heat. After spending thirty minutes walking the heat you were already complaining. Kiri just laughed at you a bit but suggested the two of you pick up some sea salt ice cream from the store. It was a marvelous suggestion, but your over heating butt decided you were going to buy three boxes worth and spend all your errand money on popsicles. So now you were back at his house, shirt hiked up to show your mid drift in an attempt to further cool yourself down while dreading the need to get up and get another popsicle. 

“Eijirou.” You say blankly rolling over so you can face him. He’s in the same position as you but he’s actually watching the tv in the living room, unlike you. 

“Yeah? What’s up?” He asks going to nudge you with his foot. “You better not ask me to get you another one because I finally got comfortable over here.”

“But I’m melting over here. I’m hurt you wouldn’t help your dying bestie.” You huff in mock disdain. “You wound me.”

He responds with a snort and you can see his exasperated toothy grin as he rubs the back of his head. With a nudge of his foot he makes you groan as you roll onto your stomach and gently fall off the edge of the couch. Your friend lets out a short laugh as he shakes his head.

“You’re so dramatic…” He laughs.

You just continued to groan as you stagger onto your feet and zombie your way to the freezer. After rummaging in the second box of popsicles you find yourself in the possession of the last one and go to throw away the empty box. You rip the wrapping off the popsicle with haste and go to bite a chunk of the sweet treat off. Sighing contently you make your way back to the couch and continue to scarf down the rest of it until you’re left with another stick. You throw it into the make shift trash bag you have that’s really just the plastic bag you carried the boxes in. 

Kirishima looks at you with your messy hair and tired eyes as you stare blankly at the tv. He’s tried so hard to suppress his ever growing feelings for you, though it’s times like these where he really finds you most endearing to him. He takes a moment to admire how your shirt is loose but still manages to flatter your form and how your eyes seem to always make his breath catch in his throat. The way you shift your weight from leg to leg to make you sway gently catches his attention and re recalls how it’s been a habit for you since you were little. 

You squint disapprovingly at the horrible joke said by one of the characters and try to stumble your way back to your spot while still trying to watch the tv. He watches as you over shoot and tries to get a warning out to you but it’s just a little too late. You squeak and end up tripping over his leg and end up attempting to prevent your fall only to end up falling on top of your red haired best friend.

The both of you are in shock as you stare at each other with noses touching, lips just centimeters away from each other. Kirishima’s face is just about as red as his hair and you’re still frozen looking at him with your chest flush up against his own. His hands are holding your shoulders and your own are pressed onto his chest. The two of you are too stunned to do anything and you fail to hear the front door open over the tv. His parents walk in and exclaim his name making the poor boy jump up and almost vault you off of him. He covers his mouth and nose out of embarrassment while you’re hiding your face in your hands. The both of you are flustered. 

The two of you continue to sit there as his parents lightly lecture him about doing lewd things in the house while they’re gone. He’s nodding furiously and you’re debating whether or not you should attempt to leave. His parents finish and continue to give the two of you some sort of coy look before they retreat back outside the house, to where you don’t know. As soon as they’re gone, however, Kirishima turns to you with a sheepish look on his face thoroughly making your face heat up all over again. 

“(Y/n), I have something to tell you…”

Harold was a Liar

by reddit user AtLeastImGenreSavvy

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My brother, Harold, almost never told the truth. He was six years younger than me, and, although our mother tried to hide it, he was her favorite. It was easy to see why. Harold was adorable. He had round apple cheeks, curly blonde hair, and big blue eyes. Even at age seven, he was a social butterfly. He was always on the move, always playing with a different set of friends every week, and always charming.

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