she makes me uncomfortable at least

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*Bitch face* Okay. Both of ya listen and listen well, if ya ever make dear bland cry or at the very least make her do things she's uncomfortable with, y'er gonna answer ta me! And I won't hesistate ta risk my life for her and kick y'er pervy pelvises. Got it?!

Bland is too happy to speak

Broken Heart

Originally posted by jeffatkinsimagines

The music was blaring loudly from the large speakers in the gym, lights flickering back and forth between different colors of the spectrum, the smell of punch lingered in the air mixed with alcohol that some students had managed to sneak in.

(Y/N) sat on the bleachers with her head down, looking at her short and shiny black heels that were beginning to make her feet ache. Reaching down, she took them off and wiggled her toes for a moment before sighed and leaning back against the bleacher behind her.

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Unfaithful (Bill Skarsgård)

Based upon: Waiting up for Bill but ending up passing out on the couch. He comes home early the next morning, only to find you asleep on the couch. He slept with another woman that night, and plans on breaking the news to you in the morning.

It had been a pleasant day; work went well, plans were made for Saturday night and she had arrived home an hour earlier than usual. She would have the house to herself for the night, due to Bill’s plans with Alexander, so she decided to order in some takeout and watch a film or two. She had made him promise to be home around midnight because they had to get up early the next morning to drive to his father’s place for the day.

It was two in the morning and he was not answering his cellphone. The sky was pitch black, lit only by the street lamps and passing cars of the people still awake, and it was pouring rain.

She leant against the wooden frame of the window at the back of their apartment which looked over the water, wearing only her white slip. Her eyes watched the rain pound against the window glass before her, the droplets hitting in rough, arrhythmic beats. The weather could not have represented the difference in how she felt between twelve and two o'clock better. She fell into the foreboding, depressing haze; waiting for the impending disaster to unravel.

She took a drag of her cigarette, then blew the wisps of smoke from her lips slowly. She had finally quit smoking just over a year ago, but the feeling of the roll-up between her lips and the smoke leisurely filling up the space around her was comforting. More than anything, it gave her something to do to keep her mind off of him.

For another half hour she leaned against the window and stared at the water below while mindlessly going through cigarettes. Once she finished one she would stub it out in Bill’s dark blue ashtray and fish another out from his stash, pick up his silver lighter, light another and return her position against the window frame. This kept her busy.

The rainfall never let up once, never slowed or never quickened it seemed, it only kept the same harsh pace. She watched as the raindrops hit the glass, stuck, then began to slip down the window slowly, only to be replaced again and again. She ran a finger down the glass, which was cool under her touch, and followed the rolling drops.

Again, her gaze fixated on the powerfully lapping waves in the water below. “Bill…” She whispered absent-mindedly, not aware she had even muttered a word.

She stubbed her last cigarette and sat down on their black leather sofa. It was clear that he was not coming home, but why, she did not know. It was too much for her to process anyways; she was tired, beginning to feel disoriented and utterly exhausted after a day in the office, so she let herself collapse against the plush, supple fabric. The second her eyes closed she fell into a deep slumber.

It was five in the morning.

Bill fit his key into the lock, turned the knob and pushed the door open slowly, as to not wake his girlfriend. The fact he could even consider her in his intoxicated state was a miracle to say the least.

He shut the door and tossed his silver keys onto the kitchen counter. He rubbed his fingers against his tried eyes and pushed his hair back; he was hammered. However, the sight of his girlfriend passed out on the living room couch sobered him up immediately.

She was sleeping on her side, head laying on the arm of the sofa and body curled into a fetal position. He knew then that she had tried to stay up for him, angry of course, but still waiting to see him. It felt like he had been stabbed in the heart; she had been waiting up for him while he was fucking some other woman.

As he stepped closer to her, footsteps light as not to wake her, he noticed the pile of smoked cigarettes in his ashtray. His thoughts drifted to how happy she was when she finally stopped, how she felt free to do whatever she pleased and gloated about how she was going to live a longer life than him. He looked at the cigarettes and felt riddled with guilt; it was all his fault.

Carefully, he pulled her unconscious body into his arms and lifted her up against his chest. He began to make his way to their bedroom.

“Baby?” She asked incoherently, barely awake.

“Sh, sleep.” He told her, entering their bedroom.

She sluggishly squirmed in his arms. “I tried waiting for you.” She said drowsily.

He gave her a sad smile. “I know, Baby.” He echoed, softly setting her down on top of their light grey sheets.

She fell back asleep as he pulled the sheets over her cold body, making her subconsciously snuggle into the newly provided warmth.

He stood and discarded his clothing onto the floor then slipped into bed beside her, turning his body to face her. His eyes went glassy and he knew he would not be able to sleep; this could be the last night he spent with her.

The faint rays of the morning sun woke her at nine o'clock.

Her eyes instantly snapped open and she turned to look at the other side of the bed; no Bill. Where had he gone? Was he not coming back?

“Shit!” He said angrily from the kitchen, having had spilled freshly brewed coffee on his hand.

She sat up and hurriedly pulled on some clothes for the day, knowing that they were going to be late to Stellan’s. After dressing in black slacks and a white button up blouse, she rushed into the kitchen, pulling on her high heels as she did so.

“We’re already late. Are you ready to leave soon?” She asked, more worried about making a bad impression on his father than what happened the previous night.

When he didn’t respond she looked up and saw his uncomfortable posture.

“Bill?” She pressed.

He ran his fingers through his light brown locks and bit his lip; this was the end.

“I fucked up.”

She shook her head. “Bill, it’s fine. Look, I would have preferred you coming home when you said you would or at least giving me a call, but it’s alright.” She explained.

Nothing she said improved his expression, he still looked downtrodden.

“Bill, don’t worry. Let’s just go to your dad’s place, okay?” She pleaded lightly.

He set down his coffee mug, gripped the counter with both hands and took a deep breath. “I slept with someone.” He revealed.

She was not ready for that.

“You what?” She asked, voice venomous.

His green eyes went glassy, knowing that she would never forgive him. It was the biggest mistake of his life, he regretted it more than anything.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster.

Instantly, tears slipped from her eyes, running down her cheeks.

He expected her to yell at him, tell him how horrible he was and how she could never do what he did. He was most afraid to hear her say that she hated him.

Her reply was anything but expected.

“Why?” Her face relaxed and the word came out simply.

He held the counter tighter, “I… I don’t know.”

“You’re telling me you slept with another woman… just because?” She wondered sarcastically.


“Then we return to my original question. Why?” She repeated, eyes growing darker with hatred.

His body, always held high, looked stiff and awkward as he stood before her. She had never seen him look less pulled together.

“I…” He went silent. “I-” He stuttered.

She strode past him, grabbing her keys from the counter and headed to the front door.

“Babe!” He called, following her down the hallway.

She did not turn to face him, she simply unlocked the door and pulled it open.

“We’re done. You better be out of here before I come back.” She spat, looking over her shoulder.

The look she gave him was unlike anything he had seen before, she had loved him and he had loved her.

“Bill!” She squealed, a smile forming on her lips.

He had pressed her back against the wall the second she shut her apartment door behind them.

She flung her keys to the counter, hearing a soft ‘cling’ as they hit the granite, and met his lips. His large hand ran through her hair, curving to fit her head.

Suddenly, he reached down and began to rid her of her wool jacket, moving on to rip off her blouse.

“There’s no need to rush.” She teased playfully, grinning up at him.

But there was.

He slipped the scarf off his neck and shrugged off his coat, letting it fall to the ground before recapturing her lips.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He breathed, his warm breath fanning her neck; just over where he had kissed her.

He picked her up by her thighs and she slung her arms around his neck, pulling herself even closer to him. His lips hardly left hers as he took her to her bedroom, only to place her on her bed.

She slid her pants down her legs while he lifted his t-shirt over his head. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched his fingers as he unbuckled his belt, tossed it on the floor and tugged off his pants.

“And now you’re all mine.” He said deeply, lining himself up with her entrance.

He kissed her as he pushed himself inside of her, eliciting a breathy moan from her throat.

“All yours.” She promised, chest rising and falling heavily while adjusting to him.

He took her smaller hands in his large ones and pushed them further up the bed, her arms straightening as he went.

Finally, he rolled his hips against hers, causing her to clutch his hands fiercely.

“All yours.” She repeated breathlessly.

He looked down at his now girlfriend, mesmerized by how beautiful she was. He watched as she writhed with pleasure underneath him, feeling completely and wholeheartedly in love.

He needed nothing else.

It broke his heart.

After she left, Bill stood in the hallway for ten minutes, staring at the door. He could not comprehend how his world was destroyed in just a few minutes.

He wished he had never fucked the woman at the club.

The Australian

“G'day, mate.”

It started innocently enough. After all, the Australian student was good for a bit of a laugh at first.

It wasn’t long, however, until people started watching the Australian more closely. How he wandered where he pleased and never seemed to be missed of a night. He introduced himself as ‘Ned’, and he wore no iron. He carried no salt.

The Gentry would not touch him. When he passed them in the halls he was respectful, after a fashion. He’d nod his head or waggle an eyebrow, always polite but yet always familiar. It was beginning to make the fae uncomfortable.

I knew this because of Flit, my roommate. She’s one of those brave students. The ones that rarely make third year. She has a curiosity, a hunger for knowledge that the Lords and Ladies tempt like demons. I’ve bunked with her for a year now, but I still haven’t worked up the courage to ask what she sold her eye for. The eye-patch is fashionable at least, I suppose.

“I’ve never seen them act this way!” she whispered to me, making sure the strings of iron nails were hanging properly over the window, “They won’t even stay in the same room as him! And it’s like he knows.”

“Knows?” I asked, not quite understanding.
“Like he’s aware of it!” She elaborated, dragging the bag of salt from under her bed. “He looks the Gentry straight in the eye and grins at them like a dog in a puddle of mud!”

I went quiet at that. You never look at the Gentry if they don’t want you to, and grinning is very rarely the right thing to do.

“And they haven’t…?” I hesitated.
“Nothing!” she fumed, “Not a curse or an oath or a geas or a pact! Not a single task or favor freely given!”

I started watching him after that. Flit was right, of course. She always was. When the Australian passed the Holly-Haired Man who often appears behind the gym, the fae glared. A look of hatred upon loathing. If I had paid any more attention to the Holly-Haired Man, I might have missed it.

The Australian walked, without looking, right into a faerie ring. The grass crunched underfoot, and a few mushrooms were kicked free to tumble into the shrubs beyond.

The Australian kept walking, and where his footprints passed through the ring there was left pits of blackened grass, ash and charcoal mixed with something sour and dead. The death of magic.

I couldn’t tell Flit. It’d only send her mad with curiosity. If I wanted to know anything about what was happening, I’d need to ask the Australian himself. I manage to corner him in the cafeteria.

“Oh,” he said, when I brought up the fae. “Yeah nah, I was surprised y'got ‘em up here too.”
I admit i’m not following.

“The weird blokes, y'know,” he clarified, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at a frog-eyed boy eating lunch, “Much more social than ours.”

Australian fae? I hadn’t heard of anything like it. He grinned his toothy grin when I admitted as such, and patted me on the shoulder.

I understood a little, then. I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t already in my second year. After enough time at Elsewhere University, you start to notice things.

The boy felt like iron. It was in the land he was born in, in the dirt that covers it and the rocks that hold it up. Iron sat in his bones and salt lay beneath his skin.

He told me of the Gentry in Australia. How they have many names, most of them secret. how some will burrow inside people while they sleep and suck their blood dry, or take shelter in the cracks of rocks from the winds that threaten to break their thin bones.

“Mind you, sometimes you want to be sure, right?” he added at the end of his stories. “Iron in the ground is nice, but sometimes you just gotta drape yourself head-to-foot in the stuff and hope…”


Ten Years (Part 8)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,475 (minus the flashback) (yes I need to stop)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations, confrontation, crying (every chapter has the same warnings because I’m melodramatic)

A/N: Tags are closed. I rewrote this whole damn thing again, and I’m an angsty bag of trash today, so it’s completely reflected here. I kept asking myself out loud, “Why are you like this?”

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Tell me about the one who loved him (part two) - A Sirius Black Imagine

Originally posted by one-cold-day

Part two of Tell me about the one who loved him

Many days had passed and Harry was sitting into Sirius’ room, along with Ron and Hermione. He hated being into the Blacks house, especially because he felt so guilty about facing Sirius everyday and not telling him the secret he knew about him. It put so much pressure on him that he did everything to avoid his godfather during the Christmas holidays, which made him sad and anxious. He needed his presence more than anything but he couldn’t handle looking at him in the eyes with what he now knew. The first day when he came to Grimmauld place, he thought about telling at once Sirius. But the man didn’t seem to be in a good mood; in fact, he looked more depressed than he looked back when he got out of Azkaban. One night, as Harry came downstairs to get a glass of water after a nightmare, he surprised a conversation between Lupin and Sirius, as they were drinking into the drawing room together.

‘I tried to look for her, but it’s like she vanished into thin air’ he heard his godfather whisper.

There was a pause.

‘Come on Sirius, don’t get yourself into trouble just for her.’

Just for her? Do you know how much time I spent thinking she believes I am guilty?’

‘Why does it matter? You said it yourself, it’s been ages.’

Harry heard Sirius swallowing heavily his liquor.

‘What about me?’ he asked.

‘You are safe here. Don’t you think about going out of here ever again before it’s okay for you to do so’ replied Remus with a cold voice.

‘It’s like you don’t want me to see her. Is it? Are you hiding something from me? Is she okay?’ said Sirius, sounding nervous and angry.

‘Are you thinking straight, Pads?’

There was another pause.

‘The girl has moved on, don’t go trouble Y/N with your excuses and explications!’

‘What’s the matter with you, since when did you lose any empathy for your old friend? I just want to see her again, just one time, for Merlin’s beard-‘

‘She’s married Sirius! There, I said it. She has a life of her own now, she moved on, don’t go trouble her with the past! What are you thinking, that she was going to wait for you? It’s been almost fourteen years.’

Harry felt the tension in the room. For a few minutes, he wondered what was happening as he heard nobody talk anymore. As time passed and nobody move or spoke, Harry walked silently back into his room. He felt so sorry for Sirius he couldn’t breathe anymore, his chest hurt. How he wished Sirius knew that he had a daughter with Y/N, that he had a future of his own, that he hadn’t lost everything. He heard somebody opening the door. Hermione was standing in the doorway, looking at him curiously.

‘I thought I heard noise in here’ she whispered.

‘Couldn’t sleep’ replied Harry, trying to chase away his thoughts.

She looked at Ron who seemed to be lost into a deep sleep.

‘That makes at least two of us’ she smiled. ‘Mind if I come in?’

Harry shook his head and Hermione sat beside him on the bed.

‘Are you having visions again?’ she enquired.

‘No, that’s not it’ said Harry, feeling uncomfortable with what he just heard.

Hermione put her hand on Harry’s and looked at him with sincere eyes.

‘You know, you can tell me anything.’

Harry smiled back to her and they sat in silence, staring at the flames crackling in the fireplace.

‘Hermione?’ said Harry, breaking the silence.

She looked up at her friend.

‘What would you do if you knew a secret, a big one, that would change one’s perception on life and future?’

She frowned her eyebrows.

‘Who would it concerns?’ she asked.

Harry sighed.

‘I know something – something very important – but I’m not confident about telling the person it concerns, because I’m not sure how that person would react.’

‘Harry, you’re worrying me… Why don’t you just tell me what it’s about and I’ll try to help?’

Maybe he could tell Hermione. He looked at Ron, fast asleep.

‘Are you familiar with the other students? Other houses, other years?’

Hermione raised her shoulders.

‘I don’t know everybody, but I have a good memory.’

‘There’s this girl, maybe you know her. Second grade’ he continued.


‘Well, I came to know recently, something about her. Something huge.’

‘I didn’t know you were interested in gossip, Harry’ mumbled Hermione, not sure where her friend was going with this.

Harry sighed heavily.

‘You know Y/D/N Y/L/N?’

Hermione raised her shoulders again.

‘Long black hair, silver eyes. She’s pretty too. She’s in Slytherin.’

‘The name does ring a bell. But I’d have to see what she looks like, to be honest… Where’re you going with that Harry?’

Harry felt his hands becoming sweaty and his blood pumping loudly in his veins.

‘You wouldn’t have to get out of this house to see what she looks like…’ he whispered.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and waited for the denouement. Harry felt nervous, he wished she’d have put the puzzle pieces together by now.

Don’t make me say it, don’t make me say it’ he thought.

‘Wait a minute…’ he heard Hermione say.

She got up and started pacing in the room.

‘I think I know who you’re talking about. She has those shiny long black hair does she? I remember her cause the first time I noticed her, she was in the library and something about her felt very familiar when I glanced at her!’

Harry waited patiently for Hermione to figure it out.

‘The eyes, yes, the eyes. These silver eyes, well, her whole face expression, the smirk…’

There was a long pause. Her eyes widened and she put her hand in front of her now opened mouth, her expression shocked.

‘Are you sure?’ she asked, nervously.

‘Without a doubt.’

‘Does he know?’

Harry shook his head and felt his eyes burn. 

‘I surprised a conversation and I asked questions to Lupin afterwards and pretty figured the rest myself.’

‘Then maybe you’re wrong’ suggested Hermione, not sure she really wanted to believe what she was just told.

‘No. Lupin confirmed it. He asked me to tell no one, but how could I keep this to myself?’

‘You need to tell him, Harry!’ said Hermione, hurrying to her friend, taking him by the shoulders.

‘How can I be the one telling him? How can I tell Sirius that he has a daughter he doesn’t know about?’

Harry heard the floor crack outside the room. Both he and Hermione jumped with fear. He stood up and looked into the door crack that Hermione didn’t close entirely. There, two pairs of bright silver eyes were shining into the dark, reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace behind Harry’s weak body, surrounded by black fur all around. The big dog seemed to look blankly at Harry. Surely, Sirius had heard them say they weren’t able to sleep and decided to make them laugh by transforming into Padfoot, like he did some nights before. He started to walk slowly in reverse.

‘Sirius, I-‘ Harry tried to mumble.

But the dog had disappeared.

‘SIRIUS!’ he shouted again, waking up Ron and the entire household.

They heard a door being shut down loudly downstairs. 

What Am I To You?

Summary: Taehyung was in love with you but you’re in love with someone else

Pairings: Kim Taehyung (V)/ Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 5.5k

Warning: College au- so strong language and slight smut

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“Taehyung?” He looked up at you.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” He arched his eyebrows. He thought, why would you ever think to ask?

“Of course you are.”

“Shhh.” Some student behind the both of you shh you for being too loud in the library.

“Thank you.” You sadly smiled.

The thing was you were best friends with Taehyung almost your whole life. You met in 6th grade and you clicked ever since, but only as friends. The only thing that you didn’t know was Taehyungs little crush on you turned to love. He didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship so he never said anything.

He was always there for you, through everything, even your worst breakups. It crushed him to see you with anyone else but it was even worse seeing you heart broken.

You both were so close you even made plans to go to the same college. And you did. It was already your second year and things were still good with you and Tae, but he secretly hated your boyfriend. Jake. You met him your first year of college because he was and still is Taehyungs roommate.

You have been dating Jake for almost a year now and you felt like you were in love but other times you felt he didn’t feel the same way, even though he says he is.

“Why would you even ask me that?” Taehyung broke your train of thought.

You just shrugged your shoulders as a response. “Do you want to finish studying in your room?” You asked.

“Sure.” He confirmed.


“Let’s hurry.” He glared at the shh student.


“Yay, now we can be loud.” You shouted.

You fell back onto Taehyungs bed. “Can I set you up?” You asked lifting your head to see if he was listening.

“What?” He looked at you off guard.

“There’s this really cute girl in my English class….you guys would be perfect.”

He rubbed his head while opening his book. “I dont know.”

“Please.” You begged.


“Okay….she kind of has this huge crush on you and I told her maybe we could double date?” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

He didn’t even know how to answer you honestly. “She thinks your hot.” You teased. “And don’t denied because you are.”

He was surprised from your compliment because you never had before. And you honestly thought Tae was hot. You always thought he was adorable but these past few years you noticed how much he has changed. He grew up well.

You always thought why he was never in a serious relationship because boy was he attractive. Throughout high school even, you had other girl friends who had crushes on him. He would date a lot but never been in a relationship more then a week for all you knew.

“Come on Tae Tae.” You used his nickname against him. You jumped up from his bed and threw your arms around him from behind. “It’ll be fun.” He sighed.

“Fine…for you.” You squealed in excitement.

“Thank you.” You started tickling him and he laughed while grabbing you and pushing you on the bed. He grabbed your hands as you tried to attempt to tickle him again. He was towering over you giggling when you heard the door open.

“What’s up guys?” Jake walked through the door.

It didn’t faze him to see you both in your previous position. He was never jealous of you and Tae together. He stubbornly knew he had no competition.

Tae immediately got off of you and sat back down in his chair. You stood up to greet your boyfriend. “Hey babe.”

He leaned in and pecked your lips then moving down to suck your neck. “I’ve been so horny thinking about you last period.” He moaned in your ear.

Taehyung could clearly hear and made a face of disgust.

“Wow, I can see that.” You giggled.

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

Taehyung slammed his book shut and stood up. He started to walk towards the door.

“Thanks man….hey could you put a sock on the door.” Jake winked at you causing you to blush.

Taehyung glared at both of you annoyed. You gave him an apologetic smile and he walked out.

As soon as Taehyung left, Jake was practically ripping your clothes off. You didn’t have time for foreplay, he wanted you now and that’s what he got.


Taehyung went to his friends room. “What’s wrong now?” Hoseok asked.

“They basically threw me out so they can fuck each other.” Taehyung said pissed off.

“That’s rough.” Jimin felt sorry for his friend.

“Maybe you should forget about her and find someone else.”

“I’ve tried….I can’t get her out of my head.”

“You can’t blame him….shes a tease.” Jimin interrupted.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Tae defended you.

“I’m sorry Tae, I know she’s your friend but it almost seems like shes leading you on and its working.”

“I’ve been friends with her since I was little, she’s not like that.”

“We see the way she’s with you, sometimes the way she talks to you or even the way she touches you….thats not a friendship kind of way.”

“She’s just affectionate.” He still defended you.

“I don’t know man…I think she secretly likes you.” Jimin finished.

Tae shook his head to disagree. “I agree.” Hoseok spoke up.

Taehyung tilted his head back annoyed.

“Thanks guys but we’ve been friends for so long, I think that would of come up by now.”


An hour later you decided to text Tae and tell him the coast was clear. You even added that you were very sorry, it wasn’t your intentions.

He went back to his room and he noticed Jake was on the phone laughing. Taehyung figured you went back to your room.

Taehyung decided to lay in bed playing with his laptop. “Okay I’ll see you later.” Jake said flirty through the phone. Tae had a strong feeling that it wasn’t you.

“Sorry about before man.” He perked up on the bed breaking Taes train of thought. “I couldn’t help myself….(Y/N) has one of those sexy bodies that once you think about it, you get an instant boner.” Jake laughed and Tae rolled his eyes without him noticing.

He hated how he talked about you, like you were some toy to show off.

“I really needed that, the way she is under me-”

Tae cleated his throat. “Yeah I bet.” He laughed sarcastically.

“Man you need to get laid….did (Y/N) tell you about the double date?” Jake asked.


“No buts man….you need to get some ass.” Jake was inconsiderate. “Hot piece of ass I should add.”

“Okay whatever.” Tae finally agreed.

“Yeah….so are you a virgin?”

“W-what?” Tae asked surprised by the sudden question.

“You know….have you had sex before?” Jake further explained.

“Once.” Tae said nervously. And it was the truth.

You took Taehyung to several parties and the one night you gave in to an ex boyfriend who you knew was cheating and broke up with. You got drunk and were desperate. Taehyung got so upset he downed several drinks which ended up with him sleeping with some girl.

“Once? C'mon man….do you at least watch porn?”

Tae felt uncomfortable with this whole thing. He shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay, I’ll tell you plenty of sites to check out.” He winked.

“It’s one date, I wasn’t planning on having sex.” Taehyung shrugged his shoulders.

Jake laughed at his reaction. “Really man….nice guys finish last remember, be confident.”

“At least go to third base.” Tae slightly shook his head to disagree but Jake took it as him confused. “You know letting her give you a blow job or eating her out.”

“I don’t-”

“Trust me….girls are all over those things.”

“Maybe.” Tae said to just shut him up.

“That’s my man.” Then he got up. “I’m going to get ready.”

“For what?” Tae asked.

“The date stupid.”

“That’s tonight?” Taehyung panicked.

“Yeah so you better get ready.”


“Heyy.” You greeted Nayeon your new friend from class.

“Hi….do I look okay?” She asked.

“You look beautiful.” You smiled. You were so excited. You really hope her and Taehyung hit it off. You felt bad for your best friend, you thought he was lonely. You barely see him date and you thought he needed a little push.

“Let’s go.” You laced with her arms.


“Girls like bad boys….act like you don’t care it drives them crazy.” Jake tried to give advice to Taehyung while they waited for the girls but he wasn’t fully listening.

“You know what else drives them nuts.”

Taehyung arched his eyebrows. “Playing hard to get….like you’re not interested.”

Taehyung attention went to both girls as they made their way over. Tae was taken back at your beauty. You smiled at him first.

You yourself was taken back by Taehyungs appearance. You never have been more affected by him. He was wearing all black with a red jacket. You tried not to stare at your best friend and looked at your actual boyfriend.

“Hey babe.” Jake grabbed you pulling you in for a desperate kiss.

“Hi.” Taehyung sweetly bowed for Nayeon.

She blushed at him in the process. You watched as you tried to get out of your boyfriends horny grasp.

“Let’s go.” You glared at him.


At the restaurant, you were quite surprised how nice it was. You felt a little uncomfortable because you knew this was out of Jakes price range. It’s nice that he picked such a nice place but you were positive he wouldn’t be able to pay for it.

“Table for four? Come this way.” You all followed the waitress. Jake sat next to you and Tae and Nayeon sat across, next to each other. It was cute how nervous she was. You were surprised how Tae was feeling. He didn’t seem nervous at all, you couldn’t tell to be honest. He was always hard to read these days.

The waitress wrote down your drinks and left. You kept feeling Jakes hand make his way up your shirt. You warned him several times not to do that by the fifth time you had to tell him verbally.

“Please don’t make this uncomfortable for me.” You whispered.

You could tell how pissed off he was by the way he slouched in his chair.

You looked over across the table and you saw Taehyung and Nayeon engaged in a conversation. They were smiling, almost like they were a real couple. You couldn’t help but feel jealous but you couldn’t figure why. It’s not like you liked your best friend, at least in that way.

Taehyung tried his best not to pay attention to you, but you couldn’t look away from him.

You glanced at the waitress as she set the food on the table. You also followed Jakes eyes who were on the waitress the entire time and as she left. It was obvious he was checking her out. You looked away but caught Taehyung looking at you distraught.

He instantly knew how you felt, he also wondered why you never confronted him about it.

You cleared your throat bringing the attention to you. “So any plans after?”

“How about a movie?” Nayeon suggested.

“That’s a great idea.” You agreed.


After you ate Jake pulled the ‘I don’t have enough money card’. He only pulled out a twenty dollar bill and Taehyung agreed to pay the rest.

You handed Jake your debt card and told him to go buy the tickets.

“I’m sorry….you shouldn’t have to do that.” You apologized to Tae.

“That’s okay.” He shrugged.

“No it’s not, that place was too expensive and it was his idea to go there, he should of paid.” You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to make him pay you back.”

“Well how is he paying for the movie tickets?” He asked.

“I gave him my card.”

Taehyung looked at you surprised but quickly turned to anger. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“It’s fine Tae.”

“It’s not, you shouldn’t have to pay for all of us.”

“I agree.” Nayeon spoke up.

“It’s fine….I’m happy to spend it on my friends.” You smiled.

Nayeon did a fake smile and Taehyung just looked at Jake and rolled his eyes as he made his way over.

“Taehyung please just let it go.” You used his whole name, but he wasn’t budging. “For me?”

He looked at you sadly. He hated how you let people walk all over you. Especially when your boyfriend was the main victim.

“Let’s go.” Jake signal you to follow.

He grabbed your hands pulling you in quickly so he could wrap his arm around you. He planted a sloppy kiss on your lips and slapped your ass.

Taehyung clenched his fist as he stood behind you. Nayeon moved in closer next to Tae and grabbed his hand. She figured he was only mad at you paying for the tickets not what he just witness.

He calmed down as he looked at Nayeon. She had a genuine personality, just like you. He could see how you were friends.

You got to the room where your movie was playing after paying at the concession stand. You all decided to sit farther in the back. You and Jake in the last row with Tae and Nayeon right in the row before.

The theater only just started trailers as Jake shoved his tongue in your mouth. It was almost like he forgot you were in a theater the way he fondled your breast.

He let his hand travel farther down, making his hand crawl up your skirt. He started rubbing your sensitive area outside of your underwear making you slightly moan.

You pulled away seeing Taehyung and Nayeon looking back at you. “Sorry.” You slapped Jake as he chuckled.

Throughout the movie Taehyung noticed how you and Jake were making out more then watching the movie, but you eventually got annoyed as he kept trying to finger you. It could never be just a simple kiss with Jake, he always had to turn into a horn dog.

Taehyung thought back to his advice he heard from Jake. Make her think you’re not interested, basically making you jealous. But he also figured you didn’t like him anyway so maybe use Nayeon to get over you. He wanted to get over you, because it was obvious to him that you didn’t like him more then friends.

He made the first move by reaching over for Nayeons hands. He gently interlocked his figures with hers. She nervously smiled feeling his warm hand in hers.

After you all stepped out of the movie the girls went to the bathroom.

“Thank you (Y/N).” Nayeon had the biggest smile.

“Your welcome.” You smiled back, you were happy they were connecting but you felt a little envious but you couldn’t figure out why.

“I didn’t know you and your boyfriend were so serious.” She winked.

“Yeah….hes great.” You pretended.


“So you going to her room?” Jake wiggled his eyebrows.

“I just met her.”

“Remember what we talked about dude, she is so gonna sleep with you, (Y/N) told me she is crazy about you.”

“I’m not-”

“Please dude.” Jake begged.

“Oh I get it, you’re trying to get rid of me so you can fuck.” Taehyung said angry.

Jake shook his head. “Okay maybe, but I’m not lying, go get some ass dude.”

You both heard a throat clearing. You and Nayeon were standing there. It was obvious to them that you and Nayeon heard them. Taehyung just looked at you both apologetic.

“Come on babe.” Jake reached for you and Taehyung stayed a little to walk with Nayeon.

“Okay see ya’s later.” Jake dragged you into his room and shut the door in front of Tae and Nayeon face.

Jake immediately pushed you down on the bed and started tugging down your skirt. “Jake what did you tell Tae?”

“Huh?” He kissed up your thighs.

“What did you say to Tae?” You said more assertively.

He didn’t stop kissing you. “Jake.” You said louder.

“What?” He whined.

You glared at him. “I didn’t tell him anything bad, I just told him to get laid.”


“Why are you so mad, what’s the big deal?” He asked.

“Taehyungs not like that.” You argued.

“He needs a push alright, he said he’s only slept with one girl so I gave him some manly advice.”

Taehyungs had sex? You felt a sting in your gut from the thought. Why hasn’t he ever told You? You have been friends for years.

“You’re a man?” You snapped. Then you left his room in anger.


“I’m sorry for what you heard.” Taehyung walked Nayeon to her room. “I promise I’m not like him.”

“It’s okay.” She smiled. “You want to go inside?”

She opened her door. “My roommates with her boyfriend tonight.”

Taehyung swallowed nervously. “Okay.”

She pulled his hand inside leading him to the bed. She sat down next to him nervously.

He looked around her room not sure of what to do. “Tae.” She whispered.

As soon as he looked in her direction she brought her lips to his. He was a little surprised at first but he eventually responded. Their lips moved in sync not bothering to pull away. He snaked his arm around her waist bringing her closer.

He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t help but think of you. He struggled with his feelings and how he felt at that very moment. He wanted to get over you, he needed to get over you because he knew he never had a chance with you.

The kiss got deeper immensely as she pushed Tae farther on the bed so he was laying down. She moved in a different position so she could straddle his waist.

She leaned down leaving wet kisses along his neck making sure marks were visible. He felt up her chest from under her shirt just as she started rocking along his hips. She was creating friction with every movement, making his member hard. She herself got excited from the effect she had on him.

Tae felt Nayeon grab the waist buckle of his pants. He felt a hitch in his breathing as she tugged on the fabric. She immensely pulled away to catch her breath.

“So Jake said that you should get laid?” Nayeon bit her lip.

“I don’t expect us to have sex on the first date.” Taehyung sweetly stated.

“Okay….but what about something else?” Nayeon got off the bed and went to her knees in front of him. He immediately thought differently of her. He thought she was shy but this changed everything. He thought nothing negative but just surprised.

She started to unbuttoned his pants and quickly went down to the zipper.

Taehyung sat up to watch her movements. His stomach erupted with butterflies watching her fondle his zipper.

“We don’t have to do this.” He shook.

“No worries.” She said flirty. “I want to.”

She tugged on his pants revealing the waistline of his boxers. She leaned up closer and started to pull on them just enough to expose him.

She smiled as soon as she saw his stiffened member. She grabbed him and immediately started pumping. His breathing picked up with her touch. He closed his eyes feeling the pleasure build up as soon as she brought her mouth around his member licking the tip.

Nayeon eventually stopped the teasing and started bobbing her head. Taehyung moaned quietly tilting his head back. He could feel his pleasure rising with every pump. He wasn’t gonna last long. He clenched the bed sheets underneath him as he reached his climax.

She giggled feeling him shoot up into her mouth. She licked up the remaining juices dripping down his member. She leaned back licking her mouth clean.

“You okay?” She giggled.

Taehyung was still titling his head back trying to catch his breath. When he looked back up he was surprised how she went back to her shy state so quickly.

“Yeah.” He pulled his pants back up. She climbed back to the bed sitting next to him.

“I’ve liked you for a while Tae.” She bit her lip. “Well since the beginning of the year.” She corrected.

“Why?” He asked. “Just curious.”

“You’re different then most guys.” Taehyung looked up at Nayeon. “Your just sweet and caring and generous….I could go on.”

“When (Y/N) first told me about you, I expected that you were a couple, so I was surprised that you weren’t.”

She brushed her hair behind her ear. “I don’t understand how she could be best friends with you and not have feelings for you.” She giggled.

“She’s blind.”

“Thank you.” He smiled.

“Do you have feelings for her?” He was taken back by the sudden question. “It’s fine if you do….you can tell me.”

He nodded. “But its clear she doesn’t like me like that so I’ve decided to move on.”

“I don’t know about that honestly….” She smiled. “Or at least stop daydreaming and see that’s there better guys out there then Jake.” She made a face.

Taehyung laughed in the process. Then he leaned in giving her a passionate kiss which she gladly accepted.


Taehyung walked back to his room slowly thinking about Nayeon. He liked her. He thought she was sweet and logical and he feels like he could get over you in no time. But he secretly didn’t want to.

When he reached his door he was surprised he still saw a sock on the door. He leaned in closer and felt disgusted when he heard moaning sounds and the bed rocking. He groaned and headed towards Jimin and Hoseoks room.

As he started to make his way over his phone rang. As soon as he pulled it out of his pocket, he was surprised as he saw your name flashing.

“Hello?” He said confused.

“Hey what’s up? Do you want to hang out a bit?” His confusion grew.

“Where are you?”

“My room silly?” He knew something was off.

“I thought you were with Jake.” He stated.

“I was but he was being a jerk so I left.” Then it hit him, Jake was cheating.

Taehyung quickly made it to your room knocking on your door loudly.

“Hey you’re here fast.” You opened the door.

Taehyung want to tell you but he felt like it wasn’t his place to do so. He wanted Jake to come clean himself.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you saw your friend distraught.

Taehyung didn’t say anything he just walked in and sat on your bed. “Why did you fight with Jake?”

“It wasn’t a big fight, he’s just an idiot that’s all.” You defended him.

“You’re staying together?” Tae asked hoping to hear the answer he wanted to here.

“Yeah why?” You giggled. “Look Tae, I know he hasn’t been your favorite person lately but he’s not a bad guy.”

“I’m happy.” You spoke before Taehyung could.

Then he looked down at his lap. “He’s not right for you.”

“Why do you say that?” You started getting offensive.

“He’s just an asshole, he doesn’t treat you right.” He raised his voice. “He doesn’t deserve you.”

You looked away angry. You knew Jake can be an ignorant ass sometimes but he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. He loves you. Right?

“Tae please don’t do this?”

“Why?” He stood up. “I’m your best friend, I’m trying to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me, you’re not my dad.” You stood up as well. He turned around to avoid your glare. “You’re my friend and that’s all you’ll ever be.”

He looked at you once again heart broken. “I guess you don’t know what a friend is then.” He softly spoke and walked towards your door leaving you by yourself.

Tears fell from your eyes as you felt every emotion hit you. You instantly had regret. Taehyung was only trying to help you and you pushed him away.

But why was he saying all this now? You have been together with Jake for a year now and he practically lived with him, shouldn’t this come up sooner?

You rested your head on your pillow letting the tears fall.


Its been two days now and you still haven’t talk to Taehyung nor has he talked to you. You’ve had fights before but this is already the longest you haven’t spoken to him. He was always the cheerful one to settle the fight first. Make amends. But his was different. You didn’t realize how heart broken you made him feel.

Especially when he knew something terrible about your boyfriend and all you did was defend him.

Taehyung decided to move on, he thought it was for the best. He thought maybe he can finally get over you.

Your first class you sat down in the front row. You were usually pretty early.

“Hey (Y/N).” Nayeon greeted you.

“Hey.” You smiled.

But before you could have a full conversation someone grabbed her hand pulling her away from you. You followed where they went back a few rows.

You didn’t get a good glance at the person until they settled in their seats. Taehyung? It was Taehyung who pulled Nayeon away. The only thing it didn’t look like Taehyung. He died his hair blonde? Why?

Plus he pulled your seating buddy away from you. He was being cold. You glanced behind your shoulder and snuck a look at your friend and your ex best friend. They were giggling together. Then you were blown away as you saw him bring her into a kiss passionately.

They were together that quick?

You felt like you couldn’t breath. Everything was changing before your eyes. You wiped a stray tear as the teacher finally made an appearance.

“Settle down class.” The teacher groaned. “You two separate.” He pointed and you looked back following his finger. Taehyung and Nayeon were still engaged in a kiss.

“Now.” He raised his voice making the class chuckle. They finally separate with a fit of giggles.

You couldn’t pay attention to class one bit. You felt like you were being suffocated.

“Hey (Y/N).” You heard a voice linger behind you. “Class is over.” Nayeon tapped your shoulder.

“Come on Nayeon.” You heard Tae spoke.

Nayeon noticed something was wrong. “You can catch up with Jungkook, I’m going to walk (Y/N) to her next class.”

You slightly lifted your head up as you saw Taehyung make a face.

“Please, I’ll see you later.” She grabbed his cheek pecking his lips.“ He nodded and left.

“Come on.” You stood up as she walked you to the door.

You stopped by the cafeteria as you both still had a half hour till your next class. “You gonna tell me what’s wrong.” Nayeon bought you a coffee.

“Has Taehyung mentioned me?” She was surprised by the sudden question.

“No why?”

“He hates me.” You held back your tears.

“No he doesn’t.” She giggled but she didn’t know what has happened.

“Yes he does…we had a fight and he hasn’t talked to me since.”

“Since when?”

“Two days ago.” You looked up at her with a serious expression.

“Maybe because he’s been with me.” She tried to be optimistic.

“You seen him this morning.” Then she realized, you have always sat together first period.

“I’ll talk to him no worries.” She smiled. You actually felt the weight lift off your shoulders. Nayeon was a sweet cheerful person, you were sure she would be the peace maker.

“So you guys are official I see.” You changed the subject, plus you were generally curious

“Yeah…thanks to you.” She smiled.

“Since the date?” You asked.

“Yeah after you and Jake left us we headed back towards my room.” She bit her lip flirty.

“Oh right sorry about that.”

“Trust me it’s okay.” She blushed. Don’t tell me they had sex. That was the first thought that came to your head, just by her signals.

“So what did you do?” You arched your eyebrows.

She was a blushing mess she covered her face. “I can’t tell you.”

“What? Did you have sex or something?” You said with a hint of attitude while sipping your coffee.

“No but close.”

You just shrugged your shoulders. “I gave him a blow-” She mumbled making you choke on your coffee but it was clear what she said.

“You okay.” She handed you napkins.

“You what?” You wiped your face. “Did you say a blow-”

Nayeon shhh you for saying it so loud. “Yes…please be quiet.”

“What the fuck Nayeon….after the first date?” You judged your friend. You were honestly angry. It was probably your jealousy getting the best of you even though you would never admit it.

“I can’t believe it….I would never thought he would do that?”

“He didn’t do it…it was my idea.” She mumbled some more.


“We started making out and we were just caught up in the moment….we decided not to have sex at least.” She panicked. “Stop looking at me like that it’s not like we were strangers.”

She had a point.

“I’m sorry….I just cant picture either of you doing that, especially on the first date.” She just shrugged.

“I really like him and I think he likes me.” She blushed. “I’m still nervous around him”

“I’m happy for you.” You pretended.

You wanted to be but for some reason you found it repulsive. You didn’t understand your feelings because you don’t like Taehyung more then a friend. Or do you?

You can’t, you’ve been friends for too long, it would be weird. You shook your head trying to forget about your thoughts. You didn’t like him like that, you just missed him only paying attention to you, no matter how selfish that sounded.


Later that day you went to Taehyung room, you needed to talk to him. You slowly knocked on the door nervously.

As soon as he saw you his face dropped. He seemed like a whole different person, not just because of his hair but his style and attitude were different.

“Jakes not here.” He said with no emotion.

“I don’t care about Jake I want to see you.”

“Why, we’re not friends.” You were blown away, this wasn’t him.

“I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean it okay.” You begged. “Please can we talk.” He opened the door wider for you but he did it with annoyance evident in his face. He sat down on his bed while you tried to start your apology.

He folded his arms waiting. “Look I’m an idiot okay.” You smiled falsely.

“I promise I didn’t mean-” Before you could speak the door opened up. Jake.

“Hey babe.” He said while hugging you from behind. Perfect timing. He started kissing your neck and you pulled away.

“Not now okay.”

“You’re not still mad at me are you?” He snapped.

“Looks like you guys need to talk.” Taehyung grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door.

“Tae wait, I need to talk to you.”

“Your boyfriends more important.” Then he left, just like that.

“What’s wrong with you today?” Jake looked at you.

“Nothing okay.” You sped towards the door.

“I haven’t seen you all day?”

“I’m sorry I need to go.” You rushed.

“You rather chase him then be with me.” He was angry.

“No but he’s dealing with something okay.” You lied.

“Fine….but I want to see you later.” You nodded and left.

You sped up after Tae quickly. You saw him about to meet up with Nayeon as she was sitting on a bench a little away.

“Tae wait.”

He looked surprised as he turned around. “What do you want?” He snapped.

“Why are you being like this, this isn’t you…this isn’t your hair.”

“Why do you care?” He asked.

“Because you’re my best friend.” You stated the obvious.

“Last I checked we weren’t.” He said coldly.

“You decided that on your own.” You argued.

“No all I was doing was try to help you and you pushed me away, you wouldn’t even listen to what I had to say.”

“What then? What was so important?”

He looked at you and didn’t say a word. “Why don’t you ask your boyfriend.” He turned around once again.

You saw Nayeon make her way over with a concerned look.

“Tae?” You tried one last time.

“Please I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want Nayeon to worry.” You saw the innocence in his eyes that you remember.

“(Y/N)-” Nayeon started.

“She’s fine.” Tae started pulling her away but Nayeon eyes were still glued to yours.

You just smiled and waved at her as the tears finally fell from your eyes.


You slowly made your way back to your dorm. “Hey (Y/N).” Your roommate greeted you. “Jake was looking for you.”

You nodded and laid down for a bit. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You sighed. You got up and decided to go see Jake. You needed to prove something to yourself.

When you reached his room you were confused by the rubber band on the door. You knocked a few times and entered like you normally do.

“Jake?” You cried.

There he was in bed with some blonde chick half way naked.

“Now I know what Taehyung wanted to tell me.” The tears fell.


Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

toasted pb & j’s


//in which y/n makes harry a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast 


The pop from the toaster frightens a distracted y/n as she pours herself a cup of coffee. She spills a little bit of it on the counter and on her toes. She lets out a small yelp, hissing as the hot coffee attacks her skin.

“Love, is everything alright?” Harry calls from the stairs. A towel is wrapped low on his waist and both of his hands shake another towel through his wet hair. He had just gotten out of the shower when he heard y/n’s cry. His loud footsteps make their way to the kitchen, thinking he’d find his girlfriend, but she isn’t there- much to Harry’s dismay. “Poppet, where did you go?” He walks around the island to see y/n tending to her toes, wiping up the spilt coffee. He kneels down to inspect y/n’s actions. “What happened?” His eyebrows knit together and he brings his bottom lip in between his index and thumb.

Y/n looks up from her yellow toenails and answers Harry. “Well I was making toast and pouring my coffee but while I was pouring my coffee, the toast popped up and it scared me so I jumped and spilled a little bit of my coffee…” She speaks fast however her voice trails off when she realizes how ditzy she is. Harry laughs and offers his hand to y/n to help her up. This is certainly not the first time y/n has done this sort of thing. One time- again, while making toast- she was cutting an avocado and then cut her hand when the toast popped up in the toaster. It’s not her fault the toaster makes such an aggressive noise when it pops up the bread! Y/n retrieves the four slices of toast from the toaster and Harry pours himself a cup of coffee- without spilling. Harry sits at the table and admires y/n’s movements. He just likes to watch her sometimes. He likes how she always makes them breakfast, whenever they’re together. Lately, it’s been variations of avocado toast but this morning, y/n has decided to introduce Harry to an old childhood favorite.

“Avocado toast this morning?” Harry inquires before gingerly taking a sip of his black coffee. He watches y/n’s actions, noticing she doesn’t grab an avocado from the fridge but peanut butter and jelly instead.

Y/n shakes her head and places the two jars on the counter. “No, not this morning,” is all she says. The smooth peanut butter is swiped onto the toast first, a habit y/n has always kept. Her mum would always start with peanut butter and end with the jelly. It’s imperative for the peanut butter to meet the warm bread as soon as possible, otherwise there would be no ooey-gooey goodness. Y/n takes the time to cover every inch of the toast- even the corners. The blackberry jelly immediately stains the once golden bread. While in the middle of spreading around her jelly, y/n realizes she doesn’t even know what Harry’s favorite flavor of jelly is. “Harry what kind of jelly do you want?”

Harry hums. “Well what kind do we have?”

“There’s blackberry, strawberry and grape. Sorry, no kiwi,” y/n tries to be funny. Harry doesn’t laugh, he just stares at her, disappointed in her attempt to be funny. “I don’t think they even make kiwi jam,” she continues.

“Make up your mind, love. Is it jelly or jam?” Harry asks y/n.

Y/n only shrugs. “Both? I don’t know, now which kind of jelly slash jam do you want?”

“Strawber- wait no, grape.” Harry looks up from his phone to smile widely at y/n then turns back to the device after she rolls her eyes at him.

“Grape jelly it is.” Y/n dips the spoon in the purple jelly and plops a great deal on Harry’s toast. Once covering all the bread, y/n squishes the two slices together and cuts each of their sandwiches in two triangles- the only way you can eat a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich…or any sandwich for that matter. A bowl of fruit has already been set at the table, which Harry as already helped himself to. His coffee is nearly gone and he decides to fill his mug before dining on the breakfast y/n made. “Okay Harry,” y/n says while placing the plates down on the table. “This is toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I used to make these all the time because why have a regular pb & j when you can have a toasted one?”

Harry sets down his coffee and joins y/n at the table. He takes a seat and brings one of the corners up to his mouth. Once taking a bite, the gooey peanut butter oozes out of the sandwich and makes a mess all over Harry’s hands. “Mm,” he begins- his mouth still full. He holds up a finger, swallows, takes a sip of his coffee and sighs. “That’s quite good, love. A little messy,” Harry licks his fingers clean of peanut butter. “But still good.”

“The melted peanut butter is the best part!” y/n rejoices. She takes a bite of her own and let’s out the smallest, littlest moan imaginable. Harry stops his chewing and darts his eyes to look straight into y/n’s.

“Did you just fucking moan from taking a bite of your sandwich?” Harry asks.

Y/n continues to chew slowly, very uncomfortable that one, she moaned from taking a bite of her pb & j and, two, Harry heard her. She nods reluctantly and Harry snickers. “Well babe, at least I can make you moan louder than a fucking peanut butter and jelly sandwich.”


[authors note • i wrote this bc a little while ago, the harry chat was talking about pb&j’s and how some have never tried one before ok pls don’t judge me. (im writing part 2 to purse dating and then @hardliquorhaz is going to help me write a smut based off a personal experience of hers lmao)]

I wouldn’t mind taking a chance

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

Warnings: swearing 

Word count: 896

A/N: ok hello again this was requested by @imaginesyes thank you so much for requesting, I had so much fun writing this! I’m sorry its so short ;; In which Peter Parker is confused about the signals super popular reader is sending him and wonders if she likes him // Flash making fun of him and reader actually admitting she likes peter?? (-: my requests are open! pls send me a request/imagine if you have one!

Peter was thoroughly confused. Most of the time, he’d say that he’s well-aware of his surroundings and is fairly intelligent in a majority of his subjects. Yet, when it came to [Y/N], he had no clue what was going on. You would think spidey senses would come in handy at a time like this. “Bullshit,” thought Peter, as he glanced at [Y/N] walk down the hallway and give him a look that clearly meant more than what he thought it was. 

[Y/N], the school’s most popular femme fatale, was not just a goddess in beauty, but was intelligent and gifted with natural leadership and an affinity for helping others. Peter knew he liked her since the day they met, three years ago in sophomore year. Somehow, in his luck, he was assigned to be partners with [Y/N] to present a project in their classical literature class. Upon meeting her for the first time, Peter stumbled for a good five minutes getting introductions out the way. [Y/N] smiled brightly and placed her hand on his shoulder before giggling and whispering low, “Hey, don’t worry. I don’t bite.” Peter knew he was a goner at that point. 

They spent the next couple days finalizing their project and to no surprise, they had gotten the highest grade in the class. Peter was planning on asking if [Y/N] wanted to hang out after class once they had finished the project, but he knew the moment he started speaking, the result would have been nothing but a jumbled mess of words and nervous, fidgety hands. The next couple years had passed without any interactions between the two; [Y/N]’s extracurriculars kept her busy, as well as Peter’s ‘Stark internship’ keeping him on the streets and missing chances to attempt to talk to her. 

Yet, recently Peter had been noticing her walk down the hall and shoot him quick glances, longingly but subtle in a way that none of her friends would catch on. Peter had been feeling weird for the last couple of days. Was he misreading things? “How could the most popular girl in school be interested in me?” he thought to himself. It just made no sense – he wasn’t a guy that someone like her would even bother talking to. But her small glances and sweet smiles was making his heart flutter and making him think otherwise. 

Peter had just finished his calculus class and was heading back to his locker. He saw that [Y/N] was walking to her locker to change out her books for her next class, with at least two to three boys in tow. She was smiling uncomfortably as the boys would crowd her, asking for her number or wondering if she was going out with anyone. Eventually her friends would come by and shoo the boys away, but a circle began to form around her to no avail. Their lockers were across from each other, Peter’s a couple down from where [Y/N]’s was. When she wasn’t crowded with a mass of people, Peter would admire the way she smiled at her friends passing down the hall and the way she fixed her lipgloss using her locker mirror, hoping to god she wouldn’t notice him in her reflection. 

As Peter was dumbstruck by how gorgeous she looked today in her oversized sweater and cute leggings, Flash was walking down the hall. Grabbing Peter’s neck by the arm, Flash remarked, “Hey Penis Parker, whatcha up to? You staring at [Y/N] or something?” Immediately, everyone turns around and notices Peter and Flash, Peter’s face instantly heating up as he sees [Y/N] look over curiously. “Cut it out, Flash” Peter mutters and pushes him away, trying to turn back around so he wouldn’t be seen. Flash laughs obnoxiously and yells out, “Looks like Parker’s crushing on [Y/N]! I mean, don’t get me wrong. But honestly? You don’t have a chance!” Everyone bursts out laughing and Peter just wants to stuff Flash in his locker and hide up on the rooftop before things got really ugly. 

“I think he’s got a chance,” [Y/N]’s clear voice breaks the jeers and suddenly the entire hallway is dead-silent. Peter freezes for a moment before he realized what she had just said and turns around abruptly. [Y/N] was smiling at Peter and slightly blushing. “I wouldn’t mind taking a chance with you, Peter Parker” [Y/N] says and she closes her locker and walks over to him. 

The crowd is still in shock and makes way for her to approach him. Peter, still frozen in place, has no words to say. “Tell me this isn’t a joke… tell me I’m not dreaming,” Peter thinks to himself, wide-eyed as [Y/N] is standing in front of him. She laughs and leans over to whisper in his ear, “Remember when I told you I don’t bite? If you want me to, I’ll make an exception” and pulls away slowly. Peter’s ears are literally on fire and he blushes hard. “U-uh, o-okay,” was the only words he could mutter before she smiled and grabbed his hand. 

“I’ll see you later, Peter.” And with a quick squeeze and a glowing smile, she was gone. Not a word was said, and Peter for the life of him could not believe what had just happened. 

A few seconds later, Flash was the first to break the silence. 

“Okay, what the actual fuck?”

taglist: aka my fave people in the world @hufflepuffholland ; @tbholland 

Zach x Reader: “Say You Won’t Let Go” (Part II)

I knew I loved you then

But you’d never know

‘Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

You turned your back as the rowdy basketball varsity passed the hallway, with Zach at the middle, eyes following you silently. It has been a week since that night and Zach was actually amazed that you genuinely didn’t tell a soul about what happened, especially when he was so used to girls using his name to be the talk of the hour.

You kept it a secret, and Zach doesn’t know if he should be thankful or disappointed. Somehow, he wanted everyone to know but was really happy because he also wanted that moment to be untainted; he wanted it to remain just your moment.

A moment he can go back to when the weight of the world becomes too much.

Zach was surrounded by his teammates, noisy and boisterous, his perfect atmosphere to drown out his guilt but as he stared at you outside, sitting in your usual table with earphones plugged in your ears and a distant stare in your eyes, he knew he just found a perfect alternative.

Half of the cafeteria literally stopped on its track when his 6’2 figure suddenly stood up, accidentally pushing the metallic chair away as it screeched in protest. He took his backpack and marched towards the door, unbothered by the pair of eyes watching his every move as he continued his journey towards you.

Hands in his pocket and mind full of hope.

This scene was way too familiar and he hoped the ending would be a little different.

“Hey,” he said the moment he was close enough, as if you didn’t see him (who the hell would miss him); you just didn’t expect him to actually approach you. Zach watched as you studied him, once again, eyes so unsure.

Please let this be different.

“Got some space for me?” You dumbly looked at the blank seats around you before looking back at him.

Are you sure?, you wanted to ask, raising an eyebrow at Zach but you saw the silent pleading in his eyes and smiled.

“It’s a tight squeeze but sure, help yourself, big guy.”

Zach almost laughed.

Yeah, this was going to be a whole different story.

He’ll make very sure of it.

“I’m Zach, Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey.” He offered his hands to you and the two of you knew it was more than just an introduction. It was a key to a whole new door that will blast open the moment you two decide to say fuck you to the fates and decide to make one for your own.

You’ve always hated cliché’s anyway; pissing the fates off will be one way to be different.

“I’m (Y/N),” you gladly took his hand with a smile. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N).

I know I needed you

But I never showed

But I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old

That day in the canteen started turning into a tradition, it became a rule. No one was allowed to sit in that table but you and Zach. That was your place and the whole school knew it. They were confused how a nobody like you got Zach’s attention but they knew better than to question it. If they didn’t want to deal with Zach’s fist then they should learn to mind their own business.

“Hey stranger,” you greeted Zach as he slumped down at the metal table in front of you. “Well, aren’t you cheerful.”

Zach peeked at you from his arms and chuckled. “If you see coach looking for me, let’s agree my name is Carlos and I don’t speak English.”

“ You don’t pay me enough to lie for you, Z.” You shot back earning a glare.

“Why are you so mean to me?” he whined, placing his head on your lap, as you placed your dainty little hand that Zach grew to love over his eyes knowing how much it helped him relax even if you have to be the subject of ‘is it normal that your hands are this small’ Aw is my lil’ Zachy mad?”

“Hey! I am not little!”

“I am not talking about your height, darling.”

Zach’s mouth dropped open and he actually removed your hand and gave you another glare “Excuse you, young lady, but you can ask every girl who had the honour and they will tell you I’m everything but little.”

“I don’t have the time to ask half the girls of this school, Zac—Stop! Zach, stop!” You squealed when Zach decided to place you on his lap and tickle the life out of you to teach you a lesson.

“Okay, okay, I’m done.” He said as he tried to make you stop moving around, holding your hips down.

“You’re such a little shit.”

“Oh please, you love me.”


“You –“

Your moment in your safe haven was stopped by someone clearing your throat. You saw a curly haired beauty in front of you with a kind smile on her face. Jessica. As if almost on cue, you saw Zach straighten up, his stone cold face made it look like he was ready for war. He was nervous and uncomfortable, on cue; your protective nature woke up from your slumber as you prepared for the worst.

“Hey (Y/N),” you were actually shocked when she knew your name. “Can Zach and I talk for a sec?”

“She’s not going anywhere.” Zach’s jaw line locked and you knew he was mad now.

“Trust me, Zach.” Jessica shot back, staring at him with cold dead eyes. “She needs to go.”

They seemed to have a silent disagreement as they stared at each other almost murderously.

“Hey (Y/N),” Zach’s eyes immediately softened when he looked at you. “Can you get us some food? I’m kinda hungry.”

You stared at Zach, a bit hurt but you knew this secret was theirs to keep, and if he wanted to let you know he’d tell you when you’re ready.

You nodded and gave him a comforting smile. “I’ll be back.” You quickly stepped out of his lap and gave Jessica a once over. You didn’t care who the fuck she was, he better not fuck with your Zach anymore than her little group has.

“Nice to meet you Jessica.”

“You can call me Jess, my friends call me Jess.”

“I know, Jessica.” Jessica’s eyes shot at you and she could almost see Hannah in you: the snarky smile and the witty comebacks were too familiar. It made her heart hurt a bit more than it already has.

She made sure you were inside the cafeteria before she looked at Zach who was also staring at you.

“Are you gonna tell her?”

“She doesn’t need to know.” Zach crushed whatever idea she had in her mind. Since that night he decided he will not let anyone destroy the one beautiful thing in his life.

“She’s your girlfriend, I think she would –“

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Zach shot at her but was immediately dissuaded by Jessica’s sceptical stare. “.. yet.”

“Zach, look,” Jessica was careful not to touch him when she walked near. “I can see it, hell the whole fucking town can.” Jessica waited for Zach to look her in the eyes. “You love her. And no matter what the fuck happened between us you are still my best friend Zach and I … I just want you to be happy again and I know she can do that.”

Zach smiled sadly, taking Jessica’s hands in his. “Thank you, Jess.”

“But if you plan to take this any further,” Jessica added, gripping Zach’s hand. “You need to tell her.”

“Are you sure?” Zach asked, knowing she was also part of the problem too.

“It’s your move to make.” Jessica whispered as she eyed you about to go out from the cafeteria with a few snack on your arms. “You deserve a peace of mind.” Jessica patted his hand with her free one. “At least one of us can be happy again.”

With that she gave him one last smile and walked away.

“Hey,” Zach watched as you cautiously sat next to him, his hands automatically pulling you close. “Are you okay?” You looked up at him.

Zach stared at you, making you a bit uncomfortable, making you feel bad for all the times you unconsciously studied him “Jess was just slapping some sense in me.”

You laughed. “Well, that makes the two of us.” Zach poked your waist making you flinch and giggle. “What’d she say?”

And just like that a switch turned on inside of Zach as he suddenly turned serious, his eyes only looking in yours. The world seemed to turn deaf in both your ears.

“About how I should probably ask you to become my girlfriend.”

You were dumbfounded and Zach was scared shitless. Zach almost closed his eyes but preferred to look into yours as different emotions passed in it. He probably ruined everything in that moment but if you didn’t agree to it then he was willing to beg on his knees for you to forget everything he just said.

“(Y/N)?” You were dragged back down to Earth by his nervous features; you decided to take him out of his misery and managed to place the smallest of kiss on his lips that he wasn’t even sure it happened.

“Take me out on a few dates and I’ll think about it.”

EEEEEEEEEY HERE’S PART 2 (there will be at least 2 more parts for this series)

Paired up - Yoongi (suga)

Originally posted by holdmettightbts

Group: BTS
Member: Suga
Type: Smut
warnings: sexual content!

A/N: so i had this dirty dream about yoongi and i feel so blessed omg i decided to share it with you guys!! 

Group assignments are a pain in the ass. Everybody knows that and everybody hates them. However, you thought it would get a little more bearable now you’ve been paired up with the hot, mint haired guy in your class. You didn’t really know what he was like though, he never really said much and was mostly napping during class so you didn’t get the chance to get to know him very well. You thought he didn’t talk alot because he was shy and didn’t like to be in the spotlight, but boy were you wrong.

Keep reading

*V route Spoilers for the two people who haven’t been spoiled yet*

I don’t understand why people like the V route normal ending so much???

V in that ending is so unsure of himself and riddled with insecurity. V talked about a concert so he must be writing music. So that means he still hasn’t found the courage to start painting or drawing (Which is what he really wants to do -  What he has always wanted to do) And he’s so afraid that she won’t like his music that he won’t let the MC see what he’s working on. (Because he thinks it will shatter his confidence) 

It’s pretty clear he’s still sensitive about his past relationship and, despite truly loving the MC, behaves cautiously around her. He seems desperate to please her while unconsciously expecting things to go bad like it did with Rika. (Or at least that’s what it seems to me)

Like maybe the Good Ending could have used a little more lovey-dovey stuff but the normal route ending just makes me really uncomfortable. Two years may seem like a long time, but V was in a relationship with Rika for a long time too. He suffered for her and from her for years. 

V needed that time away from the MC and the RFA. To learn how to be an individual and live for himself. To love himself.

Also, I LOVE the fact that in the good ending he started painting on the blank puzzle pieces he collects. It was stated in other routes and places that he liked solving those puzzles but I remember thinking that half the fun of solving a puzzle is seeing the beautiful drawing. So the fact that V is making his own seems really cool to me.

That’s how I feel anyway… 

Wasn’t It You And Me Against The World?

Word Count: 1510

    A/N: here was some requested angst! i tried to make the ending kind of open ended so you could make up your own decision. Hope you enjoy! Much love

Originally posted by lightwoodxalec

Originally posted by tbhlodge


    “Y/N?” Veronica called, closing the front door behind her. She wandered around the girls’ house and made her way to her bedroom, slowly opening the door. She found her sleeping peacefully in her bed, her (Y/H/C) hair sprawled out across her pillow and her face buried in her comforter. Veronica smiled softly at the sight, she looked so happy and she felt bad that she was about to ruin it. She didn’t want to do it, but Y/N deserved to know, she had been lied to long enough.

    “Y/N?” Veronica whispered, and the girl stirred in her sleep.


     "You need to wake up, I have to tell you something.“ Veronica said, and Y/N slowly sat up, stretching and yawning.

    "What’s so important it couldn’t have waited until I had woken up on my own?” she asked, slightly annoyed. Veronica gave a small laugh, and sat on the edge of her bed.

    “Its about Jughead.” She said softly, and Y/Ns face fell, worry taking over.

    “Oh my god, is he okay?” Veronica took Y/Ns hand in hers and sighed, nodding her head. “Then what’s going on?”

    “Sweetie, I know that you and Jughead have been dating for a very long while…” Veronica started, and Y/N nodded her head.

    “Yeah, we have. We love each other very much. I’m in love with him.” she replied, smiling softly to herself, and Veronicas face fell.

    “Y/N, I hate that I have to be the one to give you this news… the only one who knows that I’m doing this is Kevin, who said he wanted to be here for you but this morning his dad dragged him to the station for some extra hands on deck. Everyone else wanted to keep this a secret, they said because it was done and over with there was no need for you to know and get hurt.” Veronica said, rubbing circles on the Y/Ns hand, and she looked confused at the raven-haired girl in front of her.

    “Veronica, whats going on?” she asked.

    “Y/N, sweetie, Jughead-” Just then Y/Ns phone started to ring, and she picked it up off the bed and looked at the caller ID.

    “Its Jughead.” She said, and Veronica looked worriedly at the girl. “I’m going to answer it.”

    “Put it on speaker please.” Veronica asked, and Y/N agreed.

    “Hey Juggie.” She said, placing the phone on the bed in between her and Veronica.

    “Is Veronica with you?”

    “Well Good Morning to you too. And yes, she is.”

    “What are you two doing?” he asked, and Y/N and Veronica could tell he was worried.

    “We’re about to have a very important talk, so if you could get off the phone Jughead, that would be great.” Veronica called out, and Y/N shot her another confused look.

    “Veronica, please don’t do this. At least lets talk about this before we make a decision we might regret.” He pleaded and Veronica rolled her eyes.

    “Don’t you think you’ve already made one of those? Its time to man up and admit your wrong doings Jughead, she deserves to know.” She snapped.

    “Someone better tell me what the hell is going on, right now!” Y/N yelled, and the two raven-haired kids fell silent, both waiting for the other one to speak. They sat there not speaking for a minute, awkwardly and uncomfortably.

    “Veronica please don-”

    “Jughead cheated on you, Y/N.” Veronica quickly spat out, and Y/N felt as her heart sank to her stomach. She looked to Veronica, and her eyes started to spill with tears but no sound came out.

    “Y/N, it was just once and it was a mistake. I am so sorry.” He said from the other side of the phone, and anybody listening could obviously tell he was crying.

    “With Betty. They got together one night after you and Jughead had a fight and things…escalated.” Veronica added, and Y/Ns face fell into her hands.

    “Y/N please say something. Anything?” he sobbed.

    “Juggie, it’s going to be okay…” Bettys voice came from the other side of the phone, barely a whisper and it set Y/N off.

    “Oh, so she’s with you right now too?” she asked angrily, and Veronica grabbed hold of Y/Ns hand, but she quickly ripped it away.

    “She’s here because Archie called us saying that Veronica was on her way to tell you. Archie is here too.” He sniffled.“Y/N, please listen to me, it was a mistake, a one-time thing that I regret whole heartedly. You must know that I love you, so very much and that you’re the best thing to happen to me. If I were to lose you, I don’t know what I would do with myself. You are the only thing in this world keeping me sane and I- I can’t lose that. We were in love, remember. You and me against the world?”  he said, and Y/N broke out in an audible sob. “You and me against the world? You promised.”

    “And you promised me that you loved me.” Y/N spat out angrily, her words slightly slurred by her crying.

    “I do love you, I always will.” It was his turn to let out an audible cry, and Y/N shook her head.

    “I don’t think you do. You went out and cheated on me with- with Betty. I am in love with you Jughead, madly in love, and you go and do me like this? We had plans together, we had dreams together, we were going to get engaged right after high school, remember? We were going to move far away from this god forsaken town and we were going to start over, you and me against the world! But now all of that’s ruined!” she cried, and Veronica moved over on the bed to hold the crying girl. “And you didn’t even love me enough to tell me yourself, not even enough to tell me in person. And Betty, we were so close and- and I can’t trust either of you anymore!” she buried her head in Veronicas shirt, holding onto the girl who Y/N felt was the only true friend she had, and Veronica smoothed her hair.

    “It doesn’t have to be ruined, I still want those things more than anything, I still want to be with you. Please, I am so so sorry. Just, give me on more chance, that’s all I need. One more to make it right, we can do it right this time.” He pleaded, and Y/N shook in Veronicas arms.

    “I think its time I hang up the phone now, Jughead. Give it some time, let her think.” Veronica said, reaching for the end call button.

    “Veronica please don’t hang up, I need to know her and I are okay, I need to know if I still have my princess by my side. I can’t lose-”  His voice fell silent, and Veronica threw the phone onto the desk chair, far away from her and the crying girl.

    “Shh, I know. You’re going to be okay at the end of this, I promise. You’re so strong.” Veronica soothed. She sat there an hour with the girl, running her hands through her hair and trying to calm her down, ignoring the tens of calls coming in. After her sobs had quieted down, Y/N sat up slowly, running her hand through her hair, and wiping tears from her face. They sat there in silence for a few minutes, until Y/N finally spoke up.

    “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I love him so damn much, but I hurt so bad.” She said, sniffling, a tear falling down her face again.

    “He loves you too, it’s obvious, but what he did is hard to forgive. I can’t tell you what to do on this one, this is something for you to decide.” Veronica whispered and Y/N nodded her head sadly. “But, who says you need to decide now? I brought ice cream over when I came, and I placed it in the freezer, so it should be cold. How about we watch some movies?” Veronica asked.

    “Sounds good, thank you Veronica. I really appreciate you.” She said, and Veronica pulled her into a hug.

    “I appreciate you too. And I will always be here, okay?” she asked, and Y/N nodded. “Okay, now lets go watch some movies.” Veronica said, jumping off the bed and making her way out of the room. Y/N stood from her bed and walked over to the desk chair, picking up her phone and looking at the many missed phone calls and texts from Jughead. She opened up her messages with him and typed out a text, throwing it back on the chair and making her way out of the room to Veronica.

To Juggie <3 :) – We need to talk, face to face. I’ve made my decision.

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Surprise (Part 2)

Shawn Mendes x Reader


Word Count- 1594

Summary- You decide to surprise Shawn with both your’s and his family on a special concert night!

Triggers- none! fluff

A/N- hello family so this is the HIGHLY REQUESTED part 2 of Surprise!!!!! enjoy!

p.s.- when I refer to TD Garden i refer to the arena of the Boston concert, that’s where the Boston Celtics play!


Shawn’s face drops. His eyes dilate as he lips separate ajar. 

“(Y/N)?” Shawn whispers. He obviously knows that it is you he is looking at, but his brain needs a moment to contemplate what is happening. He looks quickly from you to Geoff. Geoff is amused at the situation as he can’t control his laughter. “You’re joking.” Shawn laughs as he sits up from the couch. 

You unfold your arms and watch him walk slowly toward you. “Not at all sweetheart.” You giggle. 

“You see my girlfriend, her name is (Y/N), she is in New York for school, or at least that is what she tricked me into believing.” Shawn steps as close to you as he possibly can without making his bandmates uncomfortable. 

“She sounds amazing.” You swell. “I’m sure she is just the sweetest girl you have ever met!”

“Yeah I guess.” Shawn shrugs. “Most of the time at least.” Shawn laughs before he finally pulls you in for a sweet, but quick kiss. You then openly accept his embrace. You have positioned yourself very strategically so when Shawn went in for a hug, his family and your family would be directly in his eyeline. 

“Wait…” Shawn draws out once again confused, “Mum? Dad? Matt!”

“JAX!” Jackson yells out his own name because he wanted to get Shawn’s attention. You are honestly proud him that he didn’t ruin the surprise of the families beforehand when only you and Geoff were with Shawn. 

“Matt!” Shawn cheers once again as he jumps into his arms. Yeah his family is great and he hasn’t seen them in a couple of weeks and yes he adores your family as well, but Matt has acted as the older brother Shawn never got to have.  Shawn has been with you for so many heart wrenching tears shed over the absence of Matt in the past nine months that it is not only exciting for him to see Matt himself, but it is a weight lifted off of his shoulders that he has been carrying for a long time. Knowing that for at least now, your heart is whole, makes his heart whole as well. You catch his teary eyed glance as a smile bursts from his face. His eyes are full of happiness and they only reflect to you. “You have no idea how good it is to see you man!” Shawn laughs. He pulls away from Matt and turns to his parents. Giving them quick hugs and between each time he turns around he looks back to Matt to make sure he is actually there. 

“Hey Liyah.” Shawn laughs, tears still welling in his eyes as he gives Aaliyah a side hug. He gives a few more quick hugs to your sisters and parents. 

“Don’t forget me, Jackson!” Jackson calls from behind your parents. 

Your dad turns round to see Jackson standing with his back pressed up against the wall behind him. “Jax, Shawn will get to you, why don’t you let him catch up with Matt and (Y/N) really fast.”

“You are not allowed to call me that!” Jax almost yells, “Only Matty, Shawny, and (Y/N) are allowed to call me that!” Your dad rolls his eyes as he has heard Jackson’s little spiel multiple times. 

Shawn crouches down to meet Jackson’s eyes. “What’s up little man?” He picks up Jackson and places his on his hip. Jackson’s head falls directly to Shawn’s shoulder. In the midst of the craziness and everyone finally getting to see each other you get to share a sweet moment with shawn. His cheeks are flushed as he smiles at Jackson’s cuddling against him. You lean into his open arm and watch him as he smiles lovingly at your little brother. You catch eyes with him and you bring your thumb up to his cheek to wipe the tear from his lash line. 

“I love you.” You whisper into his ear. 

Instead of replying to you he kisses your cheek and turns back to Jax. “Do you want a pair of headphones for tonight?”

“No! I can handle it!” Jackson says confidently.

“Yeah we’ll have a pair just in case, right Jax?” Matt chimes in. 

After an hour and a half of catching up with all of the crew and families you all prepare for Shawn’s concert. 

“Alright bubs I’m gonna go get the families in their spots for the concert.” You say to Shawn as you lift yourself up from the spot on the couch you had next to him. You have a tendency to give new nicknames to everyone every few months. There have been three nicknames that have sustained years of different names. You have always called Matt ‘bigs’ because he is your big brother, Jackson has always been ‘Jax’, and (weirdly) Shawn has always been ‘bubs’. 

“Where can I find you?” Shawn asks. What he means by this is that he wants to know where he can look for you while he is on stage. He likes to glance over to where you are in the middle of the stage to reaffirm that you are safe and honestly… he likes to see your pretty face (especially when he is on his performance high). 

“Well I have to set my parents and sisters up at the tech booth and I think your family is going to go over there too.” You sat on the coffee table across from him. 

“You never answered my question.” Shawn smiles. 

“I’ll be in my usual spot.” You laugh, “I would never watch one of your concerts from any other spot!” You poke his cute little scar underneath his right eye. 

“Okay, then I will see you on stage beautiful.” And with a kiss on the cheek you were gone 

You helped your family get situated in the tech booth only before yelling a quick, “Take care of them!” to Brian behind the table. You ignored the screaming fans as you made your way back to the side of the stage, your home at Shawn’s shows. It gives you the best angle and he always knows that you are safe. Plus you can always enjoy a quick-sweats-happy kiss while he runs to the center stage. 

Right after Shawn runs back onto the main stage from his center stage under the moon you were enjoying Shawn’s music when someone placed their hand on your shoulder. After screaming and turning around faster than you thought possible you found a laughing Matt and Jax. 

“WE WANTED TO COME DANCE WITH YOU!” Matty yells over the music. Jax plays with the ginormous headphones that take over his head. 

“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” You yelled back, you could barely hear what Matt had said. 

“Okay…so”, Shawn begins a little speech on stage, “I had a very special surprise before the show today from some very special people. I got to see my family (crowd screams). I got to see my girlfriend (Y/N) and her family. And something that is really, really special is… as some of you may know… (Y/N) has an older brother named Matt. So Matt, is a Navy Seal which is… the coolest thing ever and he is one of the most inspiring people I have ever met. Matt has been gone on active duty for about umm… like nine months now and he came back home yesterday and he surprised me today. I have this song that is very special to me, it was originally, and of course still is, for my girlfriend and the fact that I leave for a long time and we don’t get to see each other, but for tonight I want to dedicate this to anyone serving on duty out there. No matter what country you are from, if you are on active duty, or if you are a veteran, or if you have a loved one that has given their life for their country… this is for you. This is Never be Alone”

“WHAT ABOUT ME!” Jax screams as you walk to the edge of the stage. He folds his arms over the top of the stage and rests his chin on the top of his arms. “ME ME ME ME ME!” He begins to wave his arms. 

Shawn laughs at the sight of Jackson on the side of the stage. “Wait I’m sorry one second.” He pauses before walking to the side of the stage and he grabs jackson. As he walks back into the fans view the screams are louder than you thought possible. “So this is Jackson. Jackson is almost four years old, right bud? Jackson loves attention and he loves the stage so he is going to perform this one for me. Boston is a very very special town to me so I might as well make this performance special as well. Again, for real this time, this is Never be Alone.” Shawn winks to you as he lets Jax down to run around the stage. 

Seeing Shawn with Jax always makes your heart melt. You little brother is having the time of his life, the man you love is pouring his heart out on stage, and your big brother is home and by your side. Right now, this is all you need in life.”

Sherlolly Appreciation Week, Day 6- First “I Love You”

Ok so for this one, let’s kind of pretend that s4 never happened. Yeah, I know, that’s hard to do! But honestly, I feel like any first ILY can’t really be believable if s4 happened and it’s set after that. Thank goodness for the non-canon category for this week’s themes lol! And I believe both @elennemigo and @fangirlhani were in favor of me writing the first ILY theme. Hope you guys (and everyone) enjoy what I came up with! Oh and thanks to @artbylexie for not only beta reading but also helping me come up with the setup of this plot. Fun times lol!;))

On Again, Off Again

Molly Hooper stomped up the stairs to 221B. Really stomped. The anger that coursed through her body was intense enough that it felt good to at the very least slam her feet on the steps as she climbed them.

She’d rarely been this angry.


Molly stormed into his flat with fire in her eyes. There he stood, his safety glasses covered eyes looking a bit confused as he stood at his kitchen table holding a beaker with some unidentified fluid in it.

“Molly?” He looked her up and down in an obvious attempt at deduction as she marched in the room and tossed her bag and coat aside in preparation for battle.

“Sherlock, of all the deceitful, unfeeling, and insulting things to do…” she began, pacing back and forth with clenched fists. “How could you think to treat a friend this way?!”

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Beach Day

Requested: Yes
   Request: “Maybe a monty imagine with the whole gang going to the beach and the two of them keep flirting and everyones like “just make out already GOSH” and monty’s like “your wish is my command” and then they do idk just an idea

Pairing(s): Monty x Fem!Reader 

Warning(s): Cursing

“For fucks sake!” (Y/N) groaned as she heard the rowdiness of a group of boys. “One day of quietness! I just wish for one day!” She reached over for her earbuds, hoping that her music will block out the all the noise. 

She felt a presence beside her, but ignored it. She was drifting to sleep before her earbuds were ripped out. “What the fuck?!” She turned to glare at the brunette culprit,”Give. Me. My. Earbuds.”

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful I had to talk to you, but you couldn’t hear me so I had to improvise.” 

She rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. ”Fine. Hit me with your best pick up lines.” The brunette smirked,”Do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?” 

With a stoic expression on her face she replied cooly,”Go ahead. I need practice hitting a moving target.” His eyes widen before clearing his throat,”There’s something wrong with my eyes. I can’t take my eyes off you.” He smirked at you, making you scoff.

“I’m having a problem with mine, too. I can’t see you getting anywhere with me.”

He gaped at her before regaining his posture,”Are you a magician? Because abaca-damn, girl!” She laughed before gathering her things,”Yeah, now watch me disappear.” She got up from underneath her umbrella, making her way towards the parking lot. 

“H-Hey! W-Wait!” 

A hand quickly clung onto her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She raised an eyebrow at his hand that is slightly squeezing her wrist,”S-Sorry.” He let go of her wrist and wiped his hands on his pants nervously. “Its just, you were so pretty I had to get to know you. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable in anyway.” 

She smiled at him,”At least you don’t get all pissy when you get rejected. How about I give you one last chance to impress me with one of your lame pick up lines.”

He smiled at her and cleared his throat once again,”My dick just died. Would you mind if I buried it in your ass?” (Y/N) stared at him for a few seconds before busting out of laughter. “Oh my god! Thats great!”

“Just kiss already!”

(Y/N)’s attention shifted towards the voice on where it came from and then looked back at the brunette who is giving his friend the hand signal to cut it out.

Why not? He’s cute after all.

She grasped his chin, turning his head to face hers before smashing their lips together. He froze in shock before melting into the kiss. (Y/N) slowly pulled away, leaving him dazed and wanting more. She slipped her phone into his hand,”I’d love to hear more of your lame pick up lines.”

-Admin Luna ☾

Good Girl Ch 43: I Want Her To Myself

Sehun’s POV

It’s my day with her, my day, my day. The moment my eyes are open I jump out of bed and quickly scramble out of my room to find her. She was with Baekhyun last night thankfully, he throws a fit when I bust into his room but he won’t kill me like the older hyungs would. He is a huffing mess, his face is red, and he’s pouting at my loud entrance but I only look at him for a second before focusing on the cute little ball of curls sticking out of the covers. Of course she is still sound asleep, knowing Baekhyun he kept her up all night.

“At least let her finish sleeping,” Baek whines flopping back down next to her.

I huff just as Kris pushes me out of the way to join us, “Can I borrow her for few minutes before you have your way with her?”

“No! It’s my birthday and you are the one who created that rule! She is mine the whole day!” I stomp my foot like a child.

“Stop whining,” Baekhyun growls, “It’s too early for your shit.”

“I’ll be back for her in 45 minutes, do what you want with that time,” With that I turn on my heel and storm away back to my room. Those bastards. I never say anything when everyone else has their turn. I just sit there and let them do whatever they want with her like we are supposed to do. This is so unfair! I’ll never get all of her attention with them crawling all over the place. An idea comes to mind. I rush to my room and grab a bag, after stuffing it with another out fit and an extra shirt for her I zip it close. I pull on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before I hear some idiots coming down the hall.

“Jooyoung!” Suho and Lay sing song as they bust into my room. I come out of my closet to see their confused faces, “Where is Joo?”

“Baekhyun’s room. What are you doing looking for anyway? She’s mine today!” I snap.

Lay rolls his eyes at me, “Stop sounding like a spoiled brat. We just want to say good morning.”

“Where are you going with that bag?” Suho wonders as he eyes me up.

I look down slightly, my grip on the bag tightens, “I’m taking Joo to town for the night for my birthday.”

“You don’t seriously think that is going to be okay, do you?” Lay scoffs.

“Why not? It’s my birthday, I’m allowed to do whatever I want.”

Suho glares at me, “You are. But you are not taking our precious baby into the city by yourself, unarmed, with Block B still out there looking for her.”

I huff, storming over to my bed I reach under and pull out a 9mm and quickly shove it in my bag, “Happy? Not to mention the fact I will be staying at one of our hotels, in a city that we basically run while the other half is ran by another man who is in love with her.” We are all silent for a minute. I shouldn’t have said that. My blood is boiling at the mention of that man even though the words fell from my own lips.

Suho takes a deep breath, “So you are relying on that bastard now too?”

I can’t get myself to look him in the eye knowing the kind of disappointment that will be in them, “When it comes to Joo, I think I can trust him to keep her safe. We do it every Tuesday, are you telling me that you don’t trust him with her?”

“No I don’t fucking trust him!” He growls, “I just have to send her out into his arms every fucking week and pray he doesn’t do something to make her hate us or love him more than us. I don’t trust any man who has the ability, and the want, to turn her against us so she never comes home!”

“Hyung,” Lay steps in and places a hand on the older man’s shoulder, “We said no more fighting about this guy. Go cool down, stop by and say good morning to Joo, maybe that will help.” I’m surprised when the older listens and storms out of the room, but fear takes over when Lay turns to glare at me. “Why did you have to go and say that? Now he’s just going to be pissy all day, thanks.”

“Sorry,” I mumble softly, I’m actually shaking under his gaze.

He sighs and runs his hands thru his hair, “Make sure you have the hotel add on extra security and that they are really strict on who they let in.” My eyes light up at the sound of his words but he makes sure to water down some of my excitement. “You can go out and have fun celebrating your birthday with her all to yourself, I’m jealous more than anything right now so sorry for the hostility.” He gives me a very brief smile, “But I swear to God Sehun, if something happens to our girl you better hope you are dead other wise you will be, got it?”

I nod.

“Good. Now I’m going to say good by to my baby before chaos ensues.” He turns on his heel and walks out. As soon as he is out of the door I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, god he is fucking scary. I rush to Joo’s room for some clothes for her to wear there and put them in the bag with my stuff, she’s going to have to change in the car, I’m not dealing with my hyungs hanging over our shoulders any longer than I have to. Creeping outside of Baekhyun’s room I see that everyone seems to have gathered there around her, talking and having fun. This is going to be a lot harder than I thought, even with Lay and Suho’s okay I’m going to have to get passed Xiumin and Kris which is not going to be an easy task. Thank fully Chanyeol suggests that they should all go down for breakfast.

I book it down to the dinning room and hide just inside the doorway, ready to scoop her up and run to the door, thanking myself for leaving my car in front last night. Just as planned they begin walking past me, Kris and Xiumin are in front leaving Joo behind with Kai. With a deep breath I push my hyung out of the way and scoop her up before running faster than I ever thought possible to my car. I throw her in the passengers seat than climb into the drivers. My hyungs are in the doorway looking absolutely pissed, I’ll leave Suho and Lay to explain it to them.

“Where are we going?” Her sweet voice wonders as she buckles her seat belt after noticing my speeding.

“One of our hotels,” I answer shortly with a small smile.

“May I ask why?”

I sigh and repeat the same words I ‘ve said at least a dozen times today already, “I want you all to myself for today.”

She nods with a an amused smirk on her face, “Did you tell anyone this before you stole me?”

“Lay and Suho hyung know, though they aren’t happy about it. They’ll tell the rest so don’t worry.” I glance at her, “Are you okay with this?”

“Of course,” She gives me one of her beautiful smiles. “I’m always happy to spend time with you Daddy.”

I find myself grinning as I take her little hand in mine, “Good.”

The drive is quick with my constant speeding. We arrive at the hotel, Joo had thrown on the jeans and t-shirt I had packed for her, allowing us to go right in. I’ve only stayed at this hotel once, I preferred the one we have in Seoul but I don’t think my hyungs would appreciate me taking her out of the city so this will have to do. I check us into the nicest sweet and drag her along behind me to the elevator. Inside our room I don’t give her a moment of rest, as soon as the door locks behind us I have her in my arms up against a wall.

My lips are on hers’, nipping and sucking on her bottom lip, earning a sweet moan from her. Her thin legs wrap around my waist while her arms do the same around my neck, pulling me closer. She tastes like vanilla, like always, her sweet taste lingers on my tongue as I release her lips to travel down to her jaw and neck. With a soft thunk, her head falls back against the wall exposing her neck fully to me. I take the advantage and leaving a little love bites all over her beautiful tan skin that seems to be begging to be marked by me. One of her small hands tangles in my hair and pulls me away from ravaging her neck, I look up at her confused.

“It’s your birthday,” She some how manages to mumble threw the obvious fog of pleasure she is already in, “I’m supposed to be spoiling you. Not the other way around.”

I can’t help but chuckle at her, “You have no idea how much are you doing to me right now just by looking like this. I’ve barely even touched you and you are already a mess.” She blushes and looks away. “I have no right to tease you baby, I’m already aching just by fucking touching you,” I rut against her, rubbing my painfully hard erection against her sweet core earning me a soft whimper that only seems to make my pants tighter.

“Daddy,” She whines.

I think back to what Kris hyung mentioned to me once and grin, “Fine my sweet baby, you want to do something for me?”

She nods shyly making my pants even more uncomfortable. Without a word I carry her to the bedroom, ignoring the lavish living room, kitchen, and dining room, and her protests to at least have a glance of the city out on the balcony.

“I’ll fuck you out there after but trust me, you are going to want to do this.” There is that cute little blush again. Still holding her I discard my own shoes before pulling hers’ off and throw them aside as well. I step on the bed and sit down with my back against the head board, she is straddling my hips, looking utterly cute and confused. My hands leave her hips and go to rest at my sides. “Go ahead.”

She cocks her head at me, “What?”

“You said you wanted to take care of me so I’m letting you, just this once, to take control.”

Her eyes light up at that, “Really?”

I nod, “You get to do it all.”

“But could you, um, do me a favor?”

“What would that be?”

She blushes once again, “Could you get undressed first?”

“I have to undress myself?” I mock offense.

She doesn’t respond, instead she puffs her cheeks cutely before looking down at the obvious bulge in my pants. With shaky hands and her bottom lip firmly between her teeth she bravely reaches down and unbuttons my pants. She grasps the waist band of both my underwear and my pants and looks up at me for some help. With a small smirk I lift up my hips and allow her to take my pants off and throw them aside. Next she gets rid of my shirt, throwing it into the forming pile of clothes. When mine are gone, leaving me bare to the room, I full expect her to do the same with her own but instead she climbs down and stands in front of the bed. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and to my surprise, flips on some music. It’s a slow R&B song with a nice beat that I’ve never heard before, I can tell it’s in English and the tone seems to sound sexual.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I nearly growl. I’m so hard right now, from having so many dirty thoughts on my way here about the little goddess in front of me, that I don’t have time to be worried about a sex playlist.

She bites her lip, but says nothing as she slowly, oh so fucking slowly, begins pulling up her shirt showing me her flat stomach and eventually her sexy lace bra. I notice her hips swaying slightly and realization hits me, she’s giving me a strip tease. God this girl is going to be the end of me. She’s getting into the music more, small body rolls and those hips of hers’ continue to move so seductively it’s taking all of my self control not to jump her right now. Next are her pants, Her eyes are locked with mine as she pops the button and behinds sliding them down. She turns around to give me an amazing view of her ass as she slowly pulls her pants down.

I’m not surprised that I can taste blood from how hard I’m biting my lip, I can’t help myself, my hand slowly travels up and down my length unable to just watch her any longer. I moan as she shakes her ass so nicely for me. How can such an angel ruin me so easily? She hasn’t even touched me yet I feel that if she did right now I would probably cum on the spot, it’s embarrassing. She has me wrapped around her finger, actually hers’ are wrapped around me right now. Another groan leaves me.

“Baby,” I whine, I actually whine to her, “Too much clothes.”

She looks down at her lace lingerie set, “I thought you said I was in control?”

“I can change my mind.”

She pouts, “Daddy.”

“Don’t you whine. You have me so turned on, now get over here before I get so impatient I just flip you over,” I can’t hide the embarrassing neediness in my voice.

She nods and stands up once again on the bed and throws her underwear aside. I can hardly contain myself when she straddles my hips, my hands automatically go to her hips and lift her just above my erection. Her hands are on my shoulders as she begins lowering herself down, her heat slowly engulfs me, pulling me in to the kind of sweet heaven only she can give me.

Don’t thrust up, don’t thrust up, you can let her be in control for one round! No matter how slow she is moving I will not thrust up, I will let her go at the pace she wants. She moans out, her nails dig into my shoulder when she has me balls deep inside. Holy fuck how can she feel so amazing? After a moment of her adjusting to my size she begins to move that the horribly slow pace.

“Baby please move faster,” Did I just beg? We just started and I’m already fucking begging.

She chuckles threw a breathy moan, “I just started daddy, I’ve never done this before so you have to give me a second to figure this out.”

“Let me help,” I thrust up, meeting her half way and whipping that god damn grin off her face.

“Holy fuck,” She mumbles out.

“Don’t stop now baby, if you can’t handle being on top I’m going to flip.”

She glares at me a moment but continues to ride me, stopping briefly when I thrust up to meet her again. I give her a smirk, I know she is getting mad but I can’t help it, she’s too good and too slow. She surprises me though, she shifts her legs and begins bouncing herself on my cock like a fucking professional. God damn.

“Daddy,” She moans, “I’m so close!”

“Come for me baby, come for daddy.”

“Joo-ya?” I call for her softly. She turns away from the floor to ceiling window to look at me laying in the bed. I hold my arms out to her, calling her back to bed. With one of the bed sheets wrapped around her she looks like a goddess gliding across the floor to me. She drops the sheet and climbs under the covers, she burrows herself into my embrace.

“Those guys are going to be so mad when we get home,” She reminds me.

I sigh pulling her closer, “I know but it was worth it. Today is worth going to hell and back a million time over.” We’ve had an exhausting day, not counting the countless times we made love we went out on an adventure for food. Even though that was hours ago I can’t get one thing out of my mind.

We were inside a bakery getting a cake to celebrate when Joo noticed a little girl probably about three staring at the cakes and treats while her mom was busy talking to some other woman. Joo crouched down to the child’s live and offered to buy her a treat. The child accepted and even joined us in eating an extra dessert we ordered. My baby looked so cute, so natural, in the whole situation. She even mentioned after how much she loves kids.

“Baby, do you want kids?” I ask. She looks up at me confused. The subject has never come up  before because Suho handled it right away by sending her to a doctor to give her the best birth control so we didn’t have to worry about it. I honestly, I wish I didn’t bring it up but I need to know. “I don’t mean necessarily right now, but in the future do you want to have a baby?”

She nods, “Yea, I do.”

I don’t know where to go from here, I got my answer but why do I feel even more anxious than before about it. Of course she wants babies, she is amazing and sweet, and any baby would be lucky to have her as a mommy. “How many?”

“Um, four. I want three boys and girl.”

I chuckle, “You seem to have thought this threw.”

“I’ve wanted that ever since I could remember.”

I hum.

“What about you Sehunnie, do you want kids?”

“One is enough for me. One of four.”

She cocks her head at me, “One of four?”

I nod, “I would prefer if it was the girl but any of them would be good enough. As long as it’s ours I couldn’t care less what sex they are.” As long as I’m connected you.

anonymous asked:

I noticed you mentioned that you're invested in Klance because it has the best opportunity to be steered towards canon. But what are the thoughts on Kallura? That has some better development in terms of character growth and developing a bond between. So could that necessarily be canon?

Warning! If you really like Kallura, you may not want to read what I’m about to say. I don’t have an actual problem with the ship itself, and I would never dream of hating on anyone who ships it, but I’ve been asked a question and I will answer it honestly. 

If I’m answering this objectively, I see far less development in Kallura than Klance. Klance fights, yes, but they have history and emotional involvement. Kallura has a bit of that, but it happened very suddenly and then was resolved very quickly. If a romance was to be formed between Keith and Allura, their conflict should have been stretched out to cause drama (like the continuing Klance conflict), but they resolved their differences very neatly (too neatly, in my opinion). Which tells me that Kallura was not the main aim, not romantically. The Keith-is-Galra conflict seemed like an excuse to develop Keith and Allura’s relationship in general (as well as Allura’s character, mainly), but it wasn’t a romantic lead-in, not with how it was structured. Also, it was… fairly awkward all around. And when Allura was captured that one time, Keith was actively, like, “let’s maybe not rescue her.” Like, even if they have a working friendship because of their situation, they don’t have much chemistry. A romance between them would seem forced, at least as it stands now. 

Now, my views on Kallura personally (which are a bit more bitter and ranty, so get ready).  

Kallura actively makes me uncomfortable, if I’m being totally honest. It doesn’t have anything to do with the characters themselves, really, but the implications behind the ship. Keith is the hotheaded hero and Allura is the princess. While she is perfectly capable of handling herself, this relationship is so entirely reductive and overdone that the thought of seeing something as diverse and interesting as Voltron plagued by such a relationship actually makes me upset. It’s so stereotypical–especially if Keith becomes leader (which I also hope doesn’t happen). It’s part of the reason why Shallura seems so plausible–because it’s the same potential “leader character falls for princess, etc, etc, etc.” Like, I don’t mind Shallura because it seemed like an obvious option from the beginning due to this same/similar trope (which meant I accepted it from the beginning), but, like I’ve said before, I won’t be butthurt if it doesn’t happen–I’m not emotionally invested because it’s so predictable. And I view Kallura the same way, because–to be frank–if the writers are going the way of Kallura, they’re probably going the way of Keith being the leader too and that’s a story that’s been told so many times before. Kallura is a romance that’s been played out over and over and over and over again. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of the bad boy and the princess. To the point where it nauseates me thinking about it. 

It’s not a matter of developement between them–I hope they do develop a better relationship–but as is, development could justify any romantic relationship in the show because every relationship between all the characters are so underdeveloped. But Kallura is the easy way because it’s a story that’s been told time and time again. Keith is the bad boy with the sketchy genes that make him somehow inferior, while Allura is the pure, morally correct princess type that initially disapproves of him. 

I do not want to see this romance again. Honestly, if it goes the way of Kallura, I’ll likely stop watching. I’ve seen it too many times. And I think it would be a royal waste of the potential this story has. They have such a diverse cast and such dynamic characters. I want to see something new and fresh. Yes, I am invested in Klance because I want to see these boys who hate one another become friends and realize they have feelings for one another, because it’s a story we see in fic, but that is never followed through within mainstream media. Kallura does nothing progressive and, in my opinion, is more hurtful to a narrative that is trying to bring in diversity than it is helpful. Keith and Lance have chemistry–be it antagonistic or not–and I want to see that followed through on for once. I don’t want to suffer the same disappointment I did in, say, the new Star Trek movies where the perfect relationship–Kirk and Spock–was set aside for some heteronormative trash that hurt both the characters involved (mostly Uhura). It is canon–as said by the original creator–that Kirk and Spock share a relationship strong enough to be physical, if that was the “style” of the time, yet that chemistry and potential was completely ignored. 

I’m tired of this. I’m tired of these heteronormative relationships with no chemistry cropping up into spaces that are perfectly viable for other relationships. I’m tired of writers being unable to see the potential because of some stupid societal expectation that everything needs to be cis and straight. 

I don’t care if Kallura was a thing in the original show or not, VLD is new and totally different and like they took a chance in making Pidge a girl/struggling with her gender identity, I want to see that trend continue. I want to see this diverse cast become even more diverse. I want it to be a thing that the lions chose these different, faulted people and that all of them represent different ideas and they can still be heroes and role models

If Keith does become leader, can you imagine how progressive him being gay would be? A gay, none-white leader and main character? Like, yes please!

The narrative doesn’t have room for Kallura without overshadowing other potential LGBT romances. So I don’t want it. I don’t want to watch another show fall into a boring, been there, done that love story when I could get a love story–albeit in the background–that is something progressive and fresh, at least to mainstream media.  

Kallura would ruin the show for me in so, so many ways and the idea of it happening literally pains me. I’d rather have no canon relationships than Kallura. 

And if you ship it, that’s fine. I’m happy you can enjoy it. But I really, really can’t no matter how I try. I’ve been trying to love every ship in Voltron, but I just… can’t with this one. 

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Richonne(A dark skin reflection)

If you follow me, or have seen my posts, you know I am super Richonne affiliated. Why? I just love them. Not only do I love the characters, but the actors who portray the ship, Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira, do so perfectly.

But why do I just love them? It’s more than the trope of, “I am a dark skinned woman, thus I love this pairing because of that.” I love this pairing because of it’s bravery. Even in this modern world, others still can’t get over the fact that the most popular love interest for a white male lead CAN BE a dark skinned woman. It is not a crime. We need some loving too. Diversity, Inclusion, Representation: I’m all here for it.

Now this actress, Danai Gurira, is intelligent. Highly intelligent. How she handles criticism of this role, and let’s face it, the extreme hate she receives because of it, astounds me(I have never even seen a single retort back to the hate). She is nothing but a class act. I respect her because she understands how important it is to see a WOMAN who is beautiful, strong, complex, but knows she does not fit the standard acceptance of beauty.(She is super beautiful though. I would kill for her body, uggggggh).This makes her highly targeted, and often the only one singled out. Often times, when people down this ship, I’ll look at their profile and see countless photos of Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Tom Payne, but never much Michonne (Oh okay, Michonne is your favorite character, but I ain’t seen her ass in any picture or gifset I done flicked by on your dash. But I digress).

We are talking about the most watched show in television history. This coupling is seen over the entire world. What blows my mind even more is that the lead star, you know Andrew Lincoln, has actively campaigned for the pairing to be realized on the television screen. Now, this man has not seen one episode of his own show, but is aware of the magnitude that the Rick and Michonne pairing would have on the world.

He has constantly said that this relationship would be inevitable, and now that it has come to fruition, I start seeing mini Merle’s come out the wood works. (What I’m seeing when I read hot button words like “cringe,” “uncomfortable,” “I just don’t understand,” “no chemistry,” “Rick’s not good enough for Michonne,” makes me upset.) Y'all really want to say, “That’ll be the day I see a nigga kissing Rick.”(At least Rick let Merle know what day it was). Ain’t no white meat or dark meat homeslice, lol.

So, what gets me is that I constantly hear “Michonne is great we love her. She is a bad ass. She is my favorite character. But, and l want you to listen to this big ass but, I don’t like her with Rick, our white male hero. She can take care of his kids and kill for him, put her life on the line for him, but not love him. That’s too much. That’s crossing the line.” I’ll proceed to ask why and get responses like. “I don’t like two strong characters together.”(Oh, so you like strong ass Daryl and strong ass Caryl together? Or a strong Maggie/strong Glenn? Or, strong Daryl with a strong Jesus?). OK, gotcha. Or, “I never saw this coming.” (I never saw Trump becoming president, shit happens). Roll with it.

I’ve recently read, “I can’t wait for her to die.”(Thanks for waiting, she won’t). Or, “why are you always attacking us for an opinion”(why you all up in the Richonne tag lurking and getting angry cause we getting spoiler after spoiler and just dancing and drinking our wine, eating our popcorn and preparing our caskets for 7b).

Guess what, I’m not fond of a lot of things. I don’t like watching water polo( I don’t actively care if others know that fact or not). That’s like me going on every social media account and screaming to everyone “I like all water sports, swimming, diving, you name it, but I don’t know, water polo makes me uncomfortable. I want to barf when I see water polo. That’ll be the day I see water polo being played.” (See, that sounds silly as hell). This is how y'all sound with your dehydrated selves.

Richonners, y'all are lovely people. I’ve never liked a fandom so much. Nothing but positivity comes from us. I even support many other ships ( Caryl, desus, gleggie, tara/ denise, aaron/eric. I even low key ship carol/Morgan, carol/Ezekiel). So just stop it haters. Stop lying to yourselves.

That dark skin has some mighty power, if it gets your panties in a bunch like that. Here’s some Gatorade for that salt y'all be losing in the tag.

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