sigh i just love this show so much

Some Thoughts™ on Justice League

The good:

  • Diana’s whole opening scene, standing on the statue, then kicking ass
  • Diana at the end, surrounded by all the adoring kids 😊
  • Clark’s look™ at Barry 😂
  • The Amazons being badass af
  • Diana showing Batfleck why he better not disrespect the name of Steve Trevor
  • Just all the mentions of Steve. “They’re all Steve Trevor.” “I lost someone I love…” She still loves him so much and I’m 💔💔💔

The bad:

  • All the male gaze-y camera angles of Diana. Seriously. So many.
  • That scene of Barry falling on Diana 🙄(I see you, Whedon 👀)
  • Those stupid leather bikinis. Sigh.

anonymous asked:

That person saying stuff about race in your post made me cringe lmao it has nothing to do with race, if she was white I still wouldn't see the chemistry between them??? And I don't hate them together I just don't see much chemistry, some people need to chill lol omg

sigh, yeah. thank you. every opinion that differs from someone else’s shouldn’t automatically be made into an issue about race or sexuality etc but that’s the internet these days.
I wouldn’t hate on todd/farah because I love both characters & the show for other reasons than ships but I shouldn’t have to pretend to see their chemistry just so that I wouldn’t be called a racist.
& I simply don’t see chemistry between todd & farah? todd’s not the only white character on the show to pair farah with if they wanted to? I have nothing against interracial relationships, but like with any relationships, I wish to see the chemistry.
still, max has made an amazing show with amazing characters & representation, who ships what shouldn’t be the point.

OT3 goodness
  • We specifically bought this mini-van instead of a car because it has three seats in the font but now all we do is argue about who gets to sit in the middle
  • Our group chat is mostly just Person A serenading the both of us with song lyrics and dirty messages oh my god this fucking dork…oh shit now I’m kinda aroused one of you fuckers meet me for lunch asap
  • We all tried to spit our toothpaste in the sink at the same time and ended up banging our heads together and communicating in unintelligible noises due to having too much fucking toothpaste in our mouths oh my god will one you just spit first I’m so tired I want to go to bed
  • Person A always sleeps in the middle because they are the smallest but that also means that sometimes they end up like a whole half of the way down the bed by morning and more than once now we’ve both been terrified we accidentally suffocated them in the night
  • Person B is literally so fucking ticklish and we tickle-attack them so often that we think they might actually secretly hate us and have plans to leave us
  • Your parents are super supportive of our relationship which is really nice but every year your mom knits us three matching Christmas sweaters and we have no choice but to wear them and now the entire extended family knows we’re all together and it can get kinda awkward at times but oh well I love you both so much, hey Person A show us your childhood bedroom
  • I SWEAR I HAVEN’T WORN A PAIR OF MY OWN UNDERWEAR IN OVER A YEAR THERE IS JUST SO MUCH FUCKING UNDERWEAR IN THIS HOUSEHOLD GODDAMN
  • You and I were innocently making out but then I got aroused and so did you but we knew Person C would be home literally any minute so we just decided to wait for them at which point they walked through the door and took one look at our faces and realized exactly what was going on before sighing at us disappointingly and taking off their shirt
  • You two are such trouble-makers and I am literally cleaning up after you 24/7 please be adults for like one second and no both of you simultaneously smothering me in neck kisses isn’t going to make me less mad….but carry on anyways
Baby Drama

Originally posted by spdrparker

Pairing: dad!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x some Steve Rogers

Prompt: “I’m gonna show you who’s your real daddy.” (#18)

Warnings: none, really !! i mean, bucky gets kinda jealous, but there’s nothing too intense in this (which is surprising) - the use of ‘Daddy’, but in an innocent way, i promise - some sexual reference

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: this is for @bucky-plums-barnes ‘s writing challenge - congrats on 8K, darlin’!!


“Are you sure that you can handle this, Stevie?” Bucky hurriedly questions as he finishes-up tying his tie and stuffs his toothbrush into his duffel bag. He taps the button on the back of his hand and a sort-of covering disguises his metal arm. The device was a gift from Tony Stark, and he only uses it whenever he feels the need to, which is rarely ever. “Because we could always just stay home.”

“Don’t worry, Buck,” Steve chuckles at his nervous friend. “You and Y/N deserve a break. It’s your anniversary, go out, have some fun - live a little,” Steve grins as he sits on the couch near where a very content toddler was fiddling with some crayons. “Emma and I will be just fine. Won’t we, Em?” Steve leans forward and tickles her cheek with his finger, earning a bubbly giggle from the child.

“Bucky, she’ll be fine with Steve,” you say as you slide off one of the stools at the kitchen island, swinging your purse over your shoulder. “C’mere, Emmy,” you coo goofily, crouching down and reaching for the toddler. She plops forward onto her hands and crawls over to you, reaching out with her chubby hand towards you. You pick her up, holding her comfortably in your arms.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for Uncle Stevie?” You giggle at her, bopping her nose.

“M-Mama,” Emma babbles, grabbing at your hair.

“No, no, no,” you wince, dragging her hand away from being able to pull at your hair. “Here, say bye to Daddy,” you give her a big, exaggerated kiss on the cheek before handing her off to Bucky and grabbing your suitcase, heading for the door.

“I’ll miss ya, Emmy,” Bucky gives her an Eskimo kiss, Emma’s childish laughter bouncing through the room. “We’ll be back tomorrow,” he promises, setting her back down on the ground. Bucky walks over to the island and grabs his bag, then meets your at the doorway.

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anonymous asked:

Sooooooo I was thinking what would Shiro do if his s/o showed up to party in a sexy black dress just to get him back for spending so much time with Voltron P.s I love your Blog!

I like the way you think! I do love me some petty revenge.

Originally posted by lanceville


“Hey Shiro! What are you up to today? Cause I was thinking–”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I need to go over Voltron’s last battle and come up with some sort of game plan,” Shiro sighs and glowers at the screen in his hand, “We should have taken that Robeast out before it had that chance to knock us down. Maybe if I had had Lance and Hunk move us–” He’s talking more to himself now so you just cluck your tongue and walk away. Maybe next time.


You paced back and forth on the observation deck, growing increasingly agitated with every slowly passing minute. Seriously? He’s thirty minutes late! Where the hell was your boyfriend?!

You stop and loudly vent your frustration before storming storming towards the training deck. God help Shiro if he’s still training during date night because oh…he’s not here. None of the paladins are. So, clearly they finished? 

You sigh and head towards the rooms. You can hear various showers running and the thought of scaring the crap out of Shiro while he’s showering brings a skip to your step. But when Shiro’s door opens, you can see him laying face first in bed with his armor still on. You deflate and let his door shut on its own. If he’s tired enough to sleep in his armor then there’s no point in waking him. 


And so it keeps happening. Every time you think you finally get Shiro on his own he either has Voltron related business, extra training, or is passed out in places he shouldn’t be. It’s frustrating. It’s vexing. It’s starting to piss you off

Of course, you don’t think you’re more important than defending the universe from evil purple aliens but dammit, it hurts to be pushed aside so easily! 

But tonight…oh-hoho, tonight you were going to get back at the Black Paladin. 

You see, Allura, Coran, and Shiro have been in negotiations for the last week or so with the twin High Priestesses of Il’rea, who have long been fighting the Galra in their own quadrant of space. They’ve been highly successful; due to the combined power of Lady Arcadia’s tactics and Lady Selena’s bloodlust and frankly, Team Voltron needed help from people like them if there was any hope to defeat Prince Lotor. 

Tonight, the whole planet was celebrating the new alliance in Voltron’s honor with a huge party. Food, music, pretty girls, pretty guys (just pretty people in general), and displays of power and magic promised to be a fun night.

But there was a small problem. The problem was, as Lance put it: “Those Priestesses are total babes! They could literally crack my skull between their thighs and I would die happy.” Whether he was on duty or not, Shiro was spending a lot of time with beautiful women that were not you and tonight was the night you were going to drag his attention back, Voltron and the Alliance be damned. Especially since it’s been a good two weeks since you two had some true alone time. 

You smiled triumphantly at the sexy little black number hanging on the back of your door, ‘Watch Shiro ignore this.’


Shiro missed you. God, he missed you so much it started to hurt and the guilt he was carrying about temporarily pushing you aside to focus on Voltron was starting to haunt his nightmares. He was determined to fix it tonight. He was going to apologize for being a shit boyfriend, apologize for overworking himself, and apologize for making the love of his life feel like she no longer mattered to him. 

Keith had made it a point to find Shiro tell him that last little tidbit last night. It hurt. It hurt so bad Shiro actually spent most of the night crying and beating himself up mentally for that one. He royally fucked up, and he knew it.

So when the shuttle carrying you and the Paladins arrived, his heart began racing and Shiro felt the telltale fluttering in his stomach that told him he was nervous. But there were only four bodies on that shuttle and none of them yours. Concerned, Shiro pulled Keith aside to speak to him in a low whisper, “Hey, Keith. Wh-where’s Y/N? Isn’t she coming?”

Keith pursed his lips and glared. Shiro dropped his hand from Keith’s arm and took a step back, caught off guard by the uncharacteristic hostility in his friend’s eyes. He waits and Keith looks away before clearing his throat, “She’s not coming. She said she has a migraine so she’s going to take advantage of a silent castle and sleep it off. She doesn’t want you there.” He walks away with a final glare, making sure to clip his shoulder against Shiro’s. 

Shiro rubs his shoulder and glances towards the other paladins. He blanches as they quickly turn away to hide their glares. Crestfallen, Shiro swallows the lump in his throat and blinks back the tears that threaten to spill. He has a job to do tonight so he steels himself and turns around, stepping out of Takashi Shirogane - the failing boyfriend, and into Shiro - the Black Paladin and Leader of Voltron. 

He doesn’t see Lance and Hunk sharing concerned glances as they wonder if they took their glares too far or Pidge and Keith giving each other a thumbs up. He also misses you slipping out of your hiding place in the pod and moving to the next hiding place, shoes in hand. Allura, who has been your silent partner in tonight’s shenanigans, gives you a wink as she steps in front of your new spot, further hiding you. Bless her. She’s just as petty as you are.


Parties.

There was a time in his life that Shiro once enjoyed a good party and the chance to get shit-faced drunk without a care in the world. Now his anxiety was acting up, telling him there were too many people, too many points of entry, too many chances for an assassin to sneak in, this is was just another chance to get Lance blow–no. No. He needs to stop. There’s no point in thinking like that.

God, he needed a drink.

Luckily, Il’rea has alcohol, or something like it, and Shiro grabs a glass from a passing waiter and downs it in one gulp. Much better.

He grabbed another drink with every intention of downing that one too but he was stopped when he saw you flitting through the crowd. But it couldn’t be you, you were in the castle. Right?

He drops the glass from his mouth and moves to follow what he swears was you. His searching is fruitless and Shiro gives it up as a bad job only a few minutes later. He was looking for a black dress in a sea of black and white with little variation. Why couldn’t the woman have been wearing a red dress? That would be so much easier!

Like Allura! Shiro could make her out easily since her dress started as a bright yellow and faded to a soft orange. She looked like an Earth sunset was easily the brightest person in the room. Shiro smiled as she laughed at some aristocrat’s joke, happy to finally see her so carefree after the stressful week they had. He wished he could be like that.

He watched for a few more moments and was about to turn away when Allura hooked her arm through the arms of another woman and they turned as one to move together. His heart stopped for a split second because he knows that face. He knows that face.

Where Allura was as radiant as the sun, there you were, looking like the human embodiment of the night. Your hair was pulled up and artfully messy, lips painted a deep purple to match purple eye shadow, the front of your black gown draped over you to deeply expose your breasts and Shiro swallowed when he saw the long beautiful silver necklace he found for you sitting innocently on your chest. The last time he saw it he was watching it shimmer and shine as it moved with every thrust of his hips against yours.

You looked like Sin. And when your eyes locked Shiro swore then and there to have you underneath him before the night was over. He continued watching with hungry eyes as Allura twirled you two around and revealed the (pretty much non-existent) back of your dress and he changed it to within the hour. The wink you gave him over the shoulder as you disappeared into the crowd gave him the fuel he needed.

But it wasn’t that easy. Every time he got close to you, Hunk or Lance would whisk you away for a dance and pass you off to someone high ranking enough in the Il’rean hierarchy that Shiro knew it would cause tension if he just cut in, so he was forced to wait. 

And wait.

 And wait. Prowling like a panther at the edge of the dancing crowd, waiting for his chance to snatch you up.

Eventually there was a lull in the music and Shiro used it to beeline towards you, determined to have you in his arms and screaming his name in one of the smaller rooms next door. But he was stopped by Keith shoving a plate of food in his hands with a cheeky grin. “You haven’t eaten all night. Here. It’s delicious.”

“I-Uh…What? Oh,” he looked down at the plate just long enough to loose you in the crowd again and he cursed his luck. And his crew, the shits. He could spy Pidge up on the balcony, no doubt keeping an eye on the situation and instructing each of the Paladins to intercept him every time he got too close. He should have known they’d be in on this. They do like to stir up trouble. 

Well. There would be no getting to you this way. Not with Pidge directing them. And he couldn’t just run up there like a psychopath and stop her. She’d see him. He popped some of the food Keith brought him into his mouth and saluted Pidge. If this was his punishment, it was his punishment. But he could spoil their fun by giving in. His own private revenge on his crew for their mutiny.


“Surprise, surprise. You didn’t come for me,” you sigh as you lean against the balcony entryway. Shiro turns towards you with a bittersweet smile, “Would you have let me?” He leans against the balcony, doing his best to appear nonchalant even though his heart was hammering in his chest because there you are! His beautiful girlfriend! The light of his life! The woman he would willingly risk life and limb for! Dear god, he could see how pissed you were.

You fake thinking for a moment, making sure to bring a finger to your lips, just to enjoy the way Shiro’s eyes darken at such an innocent gesture. “No, not really. I was enjoying myself soooo much. I didn’t want to distract myself with my significant other.” Your pointed glare hits home and Shiro drops his gaze to the floor. You do nothing but wait, letting his shame settle in.

You soften as his shoulders drop and he slowly walks towards you, frightened that with each step closer he moves, you will bolt. You both release the breaths you didn’t know you were holding as Shiro slowly brings his forehead to yours. His large hands feel so right as snakes them around your waist and just holds you, taking a moment just to savor you in his arms before he can gather the courage to speak. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to push you away. I didn’t intend to make you feel like you don’t matter to me, because you do. You are–I love you,” you gasp at his confession and the urge to scream ‘I love you too!’ is almost to much to bear but Shiro isn’t done talking, so you bite your tongue. Literally. “I made a mistake. I need to try harder. I will try harder. For you and Voltron.” 

The kiss he gives you is so tender and so sweet it nearly brings tears to your eyes. You pull him down for another harder kiss as he pulls away, wrapping your arms around his neck for leverage before pulling away enough to mumble against his lips, “You beautiful idiot. I love you so much but you’re too hard on yourself. I just…I missed you.”

You buried yourself into Shiro’s chest and squeezed him tight, enjoying the way his arms tightened against you and the gentle way he nuzzles into your hair. He was so warm and comforting and you couldn’t believe that you had gone nearly two weeks without this. These were the moments you lived for: domesticity in a universe at war.

“I’m going to fuck you in that dress the moment we get back to the castle,” his voice is low and gravely in your ear and you shivered. Moment ruined. 

“I’ve had to watch you prance around in that sorry excuse for a dress all night. Did you even see how much people wanted you?” A moan escapes as Shiro mouths directly against your ear and he moves his cool metal hand up your exposed back. You can feel his half-hard erection against your hip and he grins wickedly against your ear as he lightly rocks against you, “You naughty thing, I’m going to–”

“Sorry to interrupt,” you and Shiro jerk apart as Lady Arcadia glides by, her sister in tow, “but might I trouble you to use one of the rooms down the hall? As lovely as public displays of affection are, surely you two would enjoy privacy?” They quirk twin eyebrows and smirk, gliding away the way they came. 

You adjust your dress and hair, thankful that you were interrupted before anything else started. You share a bashful look with Shiro and clasp hands before re-joining the party; putting a pause on your libidos to play ambassadors. There would be time to play later tonight.

Hum, I don’t remember seeing this so often, so I thought this could be cute and funny

Hope you like this! I’m glad to be back! 


RFA + Saeran in love with an oblivious MC

Zen

  • In your defense, how were you supposed to know? The guy is a flirting machine!
  • Okay, but if you paid a little more attention, you would notice Zen always finds excuses to touch your shoulders or hands
  • He also compliments not only your looks, but traces of your personality, because it’s something important to him, being able to seeing beyond appearance, you know?
  • Apparently, you don’t.  You just thank him and give a compliment back, smiling and driving him crazy for being so cute
  • And he knows he’s not being subtle at all (not even if he wanted to, he just… doesn’t know how to be subtle), he’s literally holding you by your shoulders, looking at you straight at your eyes, saying: “I love you, princess.”
  • And you’re just: “Wow Zenny! You need to warn me before getting in character! I almost believed in you for a second.”
  • D E A D
  • What does he need to do for you to understand, for Christ’s sake? Should he make a public appearance wearing a t-shirt where it’s written: “I ❤ U, MC!“
  • He should, and that’s what he does.
  • And you finally get it after his desperate move. That and his fans flooding social media begging this MC to notice him, why is she wasting such a chance? Is she crazy or whaaaat?
  • “No, just having a hard time to believe. It’s not everyday you find your celebrity crush loves you back, you know?” D E A D A G A I N

Yoosung

  • He is not exactly great at letting you know his feelings
  • Because whenever he sees you, his mind goes a little blank, he gets nervous and trips in his own words.
  • “Hi, Yoosung! How have you been?” “Thank you, so do you, MC.” WUT?
  • But when he calls you or texts you, it’s more natural. So you should have got the signs through that by now.
  • Because boy is always telling you how his day gets better after talking to you, how much he appreciates your encouraging words and how he would like to repay you one day.
  • By cooking for you, letting you beat him on LOLOL or… who knows? Taking you on a date? (he sent the text and L E A P E D away from the phone, knowing it was crazily bold of him)
  • “Okay! You better really let me beat you on LOLOL next time.” OH. MY. GOD! You can’t be real!
  • Seven is watching this PAINFUL conversation and laughing “MAY DAY! MAY DAY! WE HAVE A MAN DOWN! REPEAT! WE HAVE A MAN DOWN!” and you’re like wtf, dude?
  • But after that, he feels like really helping his bro: “Or you could really go on a date with him, MC.” “Oh… it’s fine, he doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to.”
  • “BUT I DO! I REALLY DO, MC!” (Yes, CAPS LOCK and everything) “See, MC? He really wants it, where are you guys going?”
  • “Well, I’ve always imagined my perfect date with Yoosung to be at…” MAN DOWN! REPEAT! WE HAVE A MAN DOWN! (from happiness this time)

Jaehee

  • She was pretty oblivious of her feelings herself for a long time
  • So she doesn’t get too frustrated you’re not aware of it, who is she to judge?
  • But once she does understand her feelings, she turns into a very different person around you.
  • Now she’s blushing much more when talking to you, always asking you to join her to hang out and discus things that aren’t related to the cafe.
  • Seriously, how could you not notice that she didn’t take her eyes off of you when the two of you were watching a Zen’s DVD together?
  • “Is there something on my face?”
  •  No, but there’s a crack on hers!
  • This poor woman… she has this urge of being honest, but at the same time, she’s so scary of doing it and messing up her first true friendship…
  •  And though she loves romantic movies and such, she’s not exactly one to expect real life to be like those and get frustrated when realizing it’s not possible. 
  • Then it hits her! Well, life isn’t exactly as fictional romance, but: “MC, remember that musical Zen played a pirate falling for the princess?” “Yeah, what about it?”
  • “I’m the pirate to your princess…” Awkward silence… “No, I’m the pirate to your princess.”


Jumin

  • It would be hard for you to tell because he’s not super obvious about it.
  • I mean, he does take your opinion in consideration more than everybody else’s, he allows himself not to be so stiff and formal around you, he smiles so much around you, but, well… he’s kinda like this to Elizabeth as well, lol
  •  And he’s such a gentleman, so whenever he kisses the back of your hand, offers his jacket suit to you when it’s cold and treats you like a queen, for you, he’s just being polite like he was raised to be.
  • Like Jaehee, also debating on being honest and risking to lose something great. He never had someone to understand him so deeply like you do, what if he confesses and you reject him? Farewell to the most meaningful relationship he could ever have.
  • It comes to a point everybody in RFA knows his feelings for you. Everybody except you.
  • Even Zen is feeling bad for him.
  • Like: “Come on, dude! If you have something to say to her, just say it! You’re always so willing to say the weirdest shit around here and now you’re chickening out? Ugh… coward jerk!”
  • And for the first time, Jumin takes the bait and lets himself get caught by Zen’s teasing: “I’ll show you coward.”. Zen is like: “Okay, alright, let’s see what you got!”
  • “Good evening, MC! May I ask you something?” okay, this is it, guys, here he goes… “Would you be willing to try a hypothetical exercise for me?” What the hell?
  • “Yeah, sure, I guess…” “Marvelous. What would you say if I hypothetically said I have romantic feelings for you?”
  • MC is typing… HIS HEART IS ALMOST COMING OUT THROUGH HIS MOUTH, SEND HELP! “I would hypothetically say I feel the same way.” “I see. Would you go on a non-hypothetical date with me, then?” Watch and learn, Zen, watch and learn…

 

Saeyoung

  • He tried to ignore the feelings as much as he could, until he couldn’t lie to himself anymore
  • But through this process of convincing himself he didn’t like you, he probably convinced you as well.
  • So when he hugs you timidly, calls you late at night, talks to you until you fall asleep or finds excuses to see you in the most random hours of the day, to you he’s just being… well, him.
  • He would probably be someone that says “I love you” casually.
  • Like, you’re talking about whatever, he laughs and says: “Damn, MC! I just love you so much”.
  • But you don’t take it like he means it, to you he’s just one of those people who say “I love you” as in “Man, I can’t even with you sometimes…”
  • So you just laugh whenever he says he loves you. Your laugh is everything to him, but wouldn’t it be perfect if you took this seriously?
  • Low key he thinks it’s adorable how you can’t see something he’s not even trying to hide anymore. It’s part of your charms, it’s one of the reasons it makes him love you.
  • So one night you two were hanging in one of his babies, and he was being insanely flirty, singing along with the romantic song on the radio, straight up serenading you.
  • And you’re just smiling and laughing. When the song is over, he sighs and looks straight at you: “Damn, MC… I love you so much…”
  • “I love you too.” And by the way you slip your hand to hold his over the gear shift, he knows you mean exactly what you said. Damn, he really loves you…

Saeran

  • He knows he sucks tremendously  at showing his feelings
  • But come on, the fact that he bears your presence more than anyone else’s doesn’t really click anything on you?
  • And he… says things to you, he waits for your response, he pays so much attention in every single word you say and every gesture you make. Seriously, nothing?
  • He doesn’t like going out much, but you text him about getting ice cream and he answers immediately: “I’m ready and waiting at the door for you to pick me up. Hurry!”
  • He likes watching TV with you, he likes your jokes
  • It’s not like he’ll cackle or anything, but if that soft smirk on his lips doesn’t mean “marry me”, what else could it mean, for fuck’s sake?
  • The poor boy is even thinking of going to the extremes to…  ugh… ask advice from his brother.
  • But no, he needs to figure it out how to do this by himself. It’s a great way to start having a normal life!  Like, really really great, especially if you accept his feelings…
  • And well, if he doesn’t know how to get close to you in that sense, he’ll at least make sure none other guy even tries something with you.
  • “What the hell, Saeran? Are you jealous or something?” “Y-Yeah, I am jealous! So what?”
  • You blush, clearly surprised by his honesty: “So what that… it’s very cute… please do it more often…” oh, is this your own special way of saying “marry me”? He’s super down for this, to be honest.
Danger

i.e. Tae’s Scary When He’s Angry

Taehyung x reader

Word Count: 12,566 (yikes)

Dedicated to my equally obsessive and kinky friend, Abbie (you know you loved it).

Warning: lots of fluff, love (aka serious business), humor, awfully kinky situations, teasing, and smut (not all in that order though)

A/N: You’re welcome ;) This is the beginning of a series of drabbles for this couple, and was really fun to write. *It’s not meant to be completely realistic, but I tried to keep the boys’ characters in mind, but come on, we all fantasize.* Enjoy~

Important note: ‘Italicized words in this format are Y/N’s thoughts.’


  You had done everything in your power to get Taehyung’s attention, due to his recent unresponsiveness. You were sure he was snubbing you, but for what reason you didn’t know.

  Tonight, Tae and the rest of BTS had a stage and press meet for Mnet, and you, per the norm, were to go along with them for support. Tae rarely left you behind for events such as this because he hated the thought of leaving you all alone at home. The few times he had been forced to leave you alone, he rushed back in despair, with promises to make up for all the lost time. Not that you minded. Those nights definitely made up for it.

  The past few days though, Tae had been very quiet. But not just quiet. He barely even looked at you while you two were together. He kept leaving for work early, barely touching the special breakfast you always made for the two of you to eat together while watching each other from across the table, as neither one of you were awake enough to speak in the mornings. Instead both sleepily, and happily grinning at each another from your self-designated seats.

  Recently though, Taehyung just did not seem to want to have anything to do with you. He had always been so open with you, so the fact that whatever that was on his mind was keeping him from speaking openly with you, bothered you to no end.

 The first day, you just wondered if he was exhausted due to BTS’ recent mini-comeback, but you started to become fervent in your efforts to figure out what was going on with him. You checked just about every news and fan site dedicated to BTS to see if any of the fans had noticed something you hadn’t, but to no avail.      

 Apparently though, the fans seemed just as concerned about your husband as you. Not only was he distant at home, but at work as well. You had even texted the boys to ask them if they had any idea about what might be going on with him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

 You began to panic after a few days because unsettling thoughts of Taehyung maybe cheating on you flooded your mind. You quickly dismissed them, though, because you knew Taehyung well enough to know that he would never cheat on you. Besides, you trusted him wholeheartedly. He was your best friend and hubbie after all.

  You were at a loss for what was going on with him, but you were determined to figure it out. At whatever the cost. Even if that meant flirting with the other members tonight at the event to get Tae jealous enough to speak to you.

 You knew Tae’s jealous and possessive side all too well. It happened to be the most effective method of getting what you wanted from him (not that you couldn’t ask for whatever you wanted, but it was typically worth the trouble when he was mad).

  You also knew the members of BTS well enough to know they’d be down for just about anything as long as no one was cheating on anybody, and was all in good fun. You were close with each of the boys, and you loved them all as your best friends, especially Taehyung, Jimin and Yoongi.


  Dressing for the event had been rather fun. You didn’t want something too revealing- that had never been your taste. You decided on a dark red turtleneck dress with long sleeves, and a short skirt that exposed your silky legs and thighs, and added red velvet pumps to top it off. You wanted to go all out tonight if you were going to go through with this plan.

  When you finished, you headed out of your closet and downstairs towards Taehyung. He had been pulling on his blazer when you walked out, and barely glanced at you when he grabbed his car keys. It wasn’t until he sat in the car, that something about you must have caught his attention, as he did a double take. He looked into your eyes with surprise for about 4 seconds before turning his eyes forward and starting the engine.

  Throughout the drive, Tae’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, completely engrossed with the road ahead of him.

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Sundays

request: Can you do a Chris Evans x reader that takes place on a Sunday morning? It can be cute but it can also be explicit

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1870

warnings: smut, oral (female receiving) plus chris calling you babygirl

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Sunlight peeked through the thin veil of the curtains and light illuminated your skin in the dewy morning, Chris’ eyes stayed focused on your curves his fingers skimming lightly over the exposed flesh. He swore he saw a halo over your head as the light washed over you making you look more ethereal than ever. His fingers stopped at the curve of your back, his eyes locked on the newly bruised skin of your hips. Chris thought back to the night before and he smiled in bliss, nights with you were truly euphoric and last night was no exception.

Chris found his lips pressed to the shiny purple bruises showing adoration for them as well as you, his lips travelled southwards until they found the warmth of your equally as bruised thighs. Last night was intense and Chris wanted to show you the love he couldn’t last night when he was caught in the throes of passions. His soft lips pressed softly against your thigh, the small action setting off sparks in you – he always had that effect on you. Your eyes fluttered open just as a moan slipped past your lips as Chris’s calloused hands coaxed open your thighs and he groaned in appreciation at the sight he was met with.

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Christmas with the Malfoys

Notice: this is a long piece of writing, will take a while to read lmao!

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You take Draco’s hand after he pulls your luggage off of the Hogwarts Express as the two of you look around at the sea of faces until you finally find Narcissa’s.

Draco’s parents had offered to let you stay at their house over the holidays because yours were visiting your brother in Sweden - he was staying there for a while before moving on to Egypt, where he’ll train dragons. Your parents were hesitant about leaving you, but considering you were nearly seventeen, they said the choice was yours between staying with Draco or at Hogwarts. Of course you chose Draco.

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some quick random thoughts about the last chapter:

  • naked guan shan is a sight to behold, and it’s not like we didn’t know since old xian loves to draw him in various states of undress (which is still hilarious to me), but d a m n, he is hella build
  • he also looks gorgeous in those white pants
  • actually he looks gorgeous full stop, like srsly sometimes i can’t believe how beautiful guan shan is, his character design is so good
  • guan shan looking up he tian’s horoscope is THE MOST. ADORABLE. THING. EVER. and it clearly shows that guan shan has been thinking about he tian and wants to learn more about him, wants to understand him, and im just!!!! so excited because guan shan’s feeling have been slowly shifting and turning into something more, and seeing his journey into falling in love with he tian is so breathtakingly beautiful HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL
  • “your partner is very tender, soft, sweet, and understanding, will look after you well” [muffled screaming] OKAY LISTEN he tian’s horoscope is making me so emo because he actually is all those things, we got to see it in the way he constantly cares about guan shan, and we didn’t really need a confirmation but im still very grateful that old xian spelled it out like this
  • WHAT IS HE TIAN’S ZODIAC SIGN THO @old xian you can’t have guan shan look it up and not tell us I NEED TO KNOW
  • ….i honestly don’t want to say that guan shan was about to jerk off thinking about he tian but it sure looked like it and my brain short circuited for a while there………….
  • ..was…………was he tian waiting on guan shan’s balcony while guan shan showered and then hiding there until he could make the perfect entrance GOD DAMMIT HE TIAN
  • okay but guan shan’s mom making he tian wait for guan shan in his room and he tian looking around it to learn more about guan shan and then stepping out on the balcony and turning around when he hears guan shan walking in but stopping in his track because guan shan is SHIRTLESS and that wasn’t in the plan and HE NEEDS A MINUTE idk about y'all but im considering this canon
  • GUAN SHAN'S​ RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS MOM IS BEAUTIFUL AND IM CRYING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
  • i fucking knew he tian was smart as hell, and the fact that he just showed up at guan shan’s house to help him study is making me feel stuff because !!!!!!!!!! he cares!!!! about guan shan!!!! so much!!!! he wants guan shan to stay in school and succeed and be the best version of himself because, unlike she li, he knows guan shan has potential and deserves so much more than being used as a scapegoat and he tian just loves him so much IM SHOOK
  • (i honestly want to make an analysis about he tian vs she li so badly, i wish my brain could just work sigh)
  • those last three panels are just so???? cute???? i don’t know, he tian looks adorable in them and their banter feels so comfortable and light-hearted, and i just really love it (im lowkey laughing at guan shan’s punches feeling like a massage to he tian THESE DORKS)
  • (guan shan not looking at he tian in that third to last panel is interesting tho, i wonder if it actually means something or if im reading too much into things as usual)
  • i really REALLY need to see guan shan and he tian studying together and then guan shan’s mom inviting he tian to stay for dinner and the three of them just interacting with each other, it would be SO GOOD and have so much potential to learn more about he tian and guan shan @old xian IM BEGGING YOU (……am i being too greedy??)
  • guan shan’s mom is gonna become the number 1 tianshan shipper just wait for it
Entry #4 - Let Me Distract You - Smut - By @mf-despair-queen

Originally posted by prettiestcaptain

Author: @mf-despair-queen
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 9,263
Prompt:  “I admire your ambition, but question your mental state.”


You tapped your foot rapidly against the floor, glancing at your phone every few minutes. Lydia followed suit, pulling her phone out of her purse to check. You sighed angrily at the blank screen, void of messages. Your eyes glued to the wallpaper on your phone, a picture of you and Stiles, your boyfriend of the last year. He was kissing your cheek while you took a selfie, a giant grin on your face. You smiled slightly, tucking the phone in your pocket.

“Have you gotten any word from them? I haven’t heard from Stiles since they were chaining up Liam for the full moon,” you asked Lydia, seeing her groan in annoyance.

“No. I haven’t heard anything. They should be here by now.” She paused, looking at you. “You don’t think something happened to them, right?”

You sighed again, kicking off the wall you were leaning on. “I’m going to try looking for them.” You took off down the hall, ignoring Lydia’s protests. You pushed open the doors of the school, rushing out into the pouring rain. “Where the fuck are you, Stiles?”

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300 EPISODES OF GREY’S? SERIOUSLY?!

BEST LINES FROM THE EPISODE

  • “Is this about this morning? Because you seemed fine. You ate the French toast!” - “Stop talking!” Owen and Amelia
  • “I heard she had a brain tumour. Do you think they didn’t get it all?” - “I heard that!” An intern and Amelia
  • “Kepner, you’re not average.” Meredith to April

In every single interview surrounding tonight’s episode the theme of nostalgia was constantly brought up and DAMN tonight’s episode was nostalgic! From the look-a-likes to Amelia being reminded of Derek to the tunnels, we received a look-back over the previous 299 episode of this incredible show!

Remember…

There were many references to Derek throughout the episode and I loved how they brought him into the story-line in a natural and understandable way. Meredith talking to him on the ferry boat ride, Jackson mentioning him in his speech and Owen and Amelia talking about why she was so intent on getting that patient a head CT. 

The sweetest homage to Derek had to be when Zola said she wanted to become a neurosurgeon, she is a Grey but I love that she wants to carry on her father’s legacy as she is also a Shepherd. 

The references to other characters we have lost such as Mark, Lexie even Ellis Grey were heart-warming and never did they feel forced. I especially loved when Jackson mentioned Lexie as I think his pain after her loss is often over-looked. 

The Look-a-likes…

The O’Malley and Yang look-a-likes didn’t win me over and neither did the mini Izzie, but the memories they brought back in some of our favourite doctors did bring a slight tear to my eye. Just like Jackson and Lexie I think Bailey’s pain over loosing George is something which is often overlooked but still very much affects her personally. When she admitted to crying silently in the shower my heart shattered as I was reminded of how much George really did mean to her. 

The Izzie and Alex story-line was one I never felt was ever properly finished and that was mainly due to circumstance at the time she was being written out, however Alex’s imagined life for her was perfectly fitting with who she was. Especially the reference to her muffin baking obsession and her love for Christmas. The conversation that brought up between Jo and Alex showed how much his character has developed over 300 episodes and cemented Jolex for me a little more. It was a mature and honest conversation and now that Jo is filing for divorce I would love to see a Jolex wedding at some point. 

It was extremely powerful and impressive how they managed to evoke such nostalgia in all of us without having to use a single flash-back. And that truly is testament to KV’s incredible writing for this episode.

MEREDITH FUCKING GREY WINS THE BLOODY HARPER AVERY!

If it was going to be anybody on the show it was always going to have to be Mer. Although I loved Cristina after the whole Cristina/Mer argument during the time of April’s wedding about how Cristina didn’t approve of Meredith wanting the family and career - that hit a nerve for me. Mer has proved Cristina wrong and she won! 

The scene in which everyone who means something to her is looking down at her from the gallery while she is surrounded by her two most trusted mentors (Bailey and Webber) was stunning. To have Maggie, Amelia, Alex, Zola and the others all there in support of Meredith just shows how loved she is and how much of a family she has at Grey Sloan. (Another reason why she was right to dig her heels in when Derek wanted them to move to DC). 

When she looked up at the sky I could only imagine her talking to Derek before picturing her mother in the gallery. That was such a lovely touch to bring Ellis into the scene as she was the one person Meredith always wanted to please more than anyone. MEREDITH IS SO FAR FROM ORDINARY SHE IS EXTRA-SHE WON THE DAMN HARPER AVERY-ORDINARY!

I would have loved to see her make everyone dance it out though. Like her walking into the attending’s lounge turning to Zola, Alex, Maggie, Amelia, Owen, Webber and Bailey and making them dance it out with her! I know you dance it out over something sad but I think it would have been a lovely way to shake the sadness of Derek, Cristina, Lexie and Ellis not being there to see Mer win!

Owen and Amelia…

From their opening scene I knew we were going to be gifted with a lot of Omelia nuggets throughout this episode. I don’t think Owen sleeping with Carina sits all that well with Amelia but she stole his breakfast (which was epic!) so I love seeing the slightly childish side to her and them genuinely getting along. Also there has been a one week time jump between 14x06 & 14x07 so Owen and Carina have been a thing for about a week now… Also anyone else notice Amelia checking Owen out while talking about the French toast? Yeah they still want each other…

When Owen ignored Amelia’s order for a CT she responded in true Private Practice Amelia fashion which was a pleasure to watch. Her and Owen bounce off each other so well and have such natural banter that when Owen told her ‘I told you so was unbecoming on her’ I couldn’t help but smile at the flirtatious tone that is still present in their relationship. Everything about their interactions was friendly, flirty and fun: her putting the vest on him, and complementing her own skills during while fixing that man’s bleed. The sexual tension between could be cut with a knife, or in their case scalpel…

I don´t know if anyone else agrees but I get the feeling they are behaving more life husband and wife now, with all the bickering (like in 13x02), than they ever have done before. Another reason to add to the list as to why they will eventually fall back together.

KMK had said he thinks they are starting from zero in their relationship and I can already see it happening. There is naturally just a spark between them and I don’t know if anyone else picked up on it or agrees but the way they are now interacting reminds me a little of 11x12 when Owen was trying to tell her that Hermann flirted with him. 

It also showed how well they do know each other when Owen brought up Derek and Amelia straight away knew what he was referring too. Owen knows her better than anyone else and can read her so easily which is another reason why I think it will be hard for them to stay away from each other for too long!

ALSO THEY WERE STANDING NEXT TO EACH WHEN MEREDITH WON AND EVEN EXCHANGED A LOOK!

(GENUINELY NOT SORRY FOR ALL OF THE OMELIA GIFS…)

Arizona

The references to Mark and Callie were so sweet, and the pictures up on her wall off her, Callie and Mark was so touching. Arizona still loves Callie and I think that is why she hasn’t been able to make a relationship last since. They remind me a little of Sam and Naomi from PP so I hope, just like Naomi, Callie does eventually come back as she has always been one of my favourites. 

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Jaggie…

I have said it before that I like them as an option but I just want them to do something now… All the looks, smirks, smiles, awkward silences etc. I just want something to happen between them (or not) stat!

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Firefighter Warren

I really wish we could have seen Ben tell Bailey. That scene would have been comedy gold as the way she always exasperatedly sighs ‘Ben Warren’ will never fail to put a smile on my face.

DeLuca and Sam (the new intern)

I don’t like how they are suddenly forcing this relationship or past relationship on us. It just feels like too much. We don’t know much about DeLuca and suddenly bringing back an old flame isn’t very interesting in my eyes. Though I did love to hear so more Italian being spoke in the show!

My Favourite Easter Egg

There is a scene (I can´t remember when) in which Cristina is talking to Mer and she says “It’s meant to be me, you and Alex.” And at Meredith’s proudest moment of her career it was…


Finally I just want to say  a massive thank you to Shonda Rhimes, Betsy Beers, Krista Vernoff, Ellen Pompeo, Chandra Wilson, James Pickens, Caterina Scorsone, Kelly McCreary, Kevin McKidd, Sarah Drew, Jesse Williams, Justin Chambers, Jessica Capshaw, Debbie Allen, Camilla Luddington, Giacomo Gianniotti, Jason George and the members of the cast who are no longer there for bringing such resplendent characters, with such captivating: stories, situations, relationships, friendships etc. to our screen every week since Season 1 Episode 1. I haven’t been a fan from day one but I’m definitely on this roller-coaster ride till the end. THANK YOU!

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Strip That Down

You first meet Ong Seongwoo at a strip club, not amused by his silk shirt and easy smiles. However, you’re soon exposed to the other sides of his personality, and find yourself genuinely enjoying his company.

  • for anon who requested stripper!ong
  • i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane, i will not swerve into ong’s lane
  • not much like sexy times bc this turned into a lowkey ‘let’s humanize ppl who work in the sex industry bc they’re too often overlooked/stigmatized’ work

  • You huffed, staring down intently at the book you had out, doing your best to block out the loud music blaring in the background
  • “(y/n), you’re so lame,” your best friend complained, hitting on the shoulder
  •  You rolled your eyes, briefly looking up at the stage
  • Your best friend, who had recently turned 21, dragged you and the rest of your friend group to a male strip club to celebrate her adulthood, much to your chagrin
  •  “whatever,” you muttered, going back to the book you’d been reading for your English class
  • You’d only really gone along with the plan to appease your friend—you had absolutely no interest in male strippers
  • There wasn’t anything wrong with strippers themselves, you just weren’t super into watching guys grind on thin air in thongs
  • “oh my god,” your friend hissed, hitting you again, this time much more violently
  • “what?” you asked, not bothering to look up from your book
  • “look up!” your best friend hissed, still hitting you violently
  • your eyes raised slowly from the text in front of you, meeting the piercing, intense gaze of one of the men dancing on stage
  • his body was lithe as he moved fluidly, hips grinding to the slow beat that had been playing for the dancers’ set
  • “oh my god, he’s staring at you,” your friends squealed, hitting you excitedly
  • you watched as he lifted his shirt, moving his body to the smooth rhytm as he exposed his abs amidst the hordes of screaming girls
  • however, the entire time, his eyes never left yours
  • you quirked an eyebrow, turning your attention back to your book
  • however, you were forced to look up again when cheers errupted once more
  • the guy was slowly taking off his shirt, still staring at you with a seductive look
  • shaking your head, you lifted your book and tried to block out the noise
  • “we’re gonna head to the bathroom, (y/n),” your friend informed you, standing up
  • you nodded, waving them off and assuring your friends that you’d watch their things
  • the music was still loud, but the dancers before, including the one that had been staring at you, were no longer onstage, and you turned back to your book
  • you’d managed to get through a chapter and were starting on the next when you realized that someone was standing in front of you, blocking your source of light
  • it was the dancer from earlier, and you lifted an eyebrow in confusion
  • “you know, i’ve never seen someone pay to get into a strip club and proceed to ignore the dancers,” he said with a smirk, meeting your gaze intensely
  • he was handsome, and you felt your stomach flutter a bit but ignored it, reminding you that being flirtatious was part of his job
  • his voice was smooth and rough at the same time, almost like velvet
  • “i’m here for a friend,” you explained, wanting to just get back to your book
  • “i’d like to offer you a complimentary private show,” he said smoothly, giving you a wink
  • you just stared back at him, confused
  • “my boss is getting irritated with you; it looks bad for business,” he said hastily, “but whaddya say to the private show? i know you don’t want to be here, but i’ve heard that i can be very convincing.”
  • “they’ll go,” your best friend said, shoving you towards the guy
  • you stumbled a bit and he reached out to straighten you, your stomach fluttering as his hand tightened around your shoulder
  • you rolled your eyes but let yourself get pulled to one of the back rooms, still skeptical to the whole situation
  • he showed you where to sit and strutted over to start playing his choice of music
  • you wrinkled your nose as ‘the way’ by kehlani started playing, not wanting your favorite song to be forever tied to such a strange memory
  • he began dancing to the music fluidly, and you felt incredibly awkward as he got closer to you, eyes boring intensely into your own
  • you felt your face blush a bit as he got even closer, averting your eyes as  he yanked his shirt off in one fell swoop, unsure of what to do
  • he was so close that you could see every detail of his skin– the small scar on his collarbone, the tattoo on his rib, swirling letters that spelled out–
  • “is that an edgar allen poe tattoo?” you blurted out as he began thrusting his hips, ruining the moment entirely
  • without thinking, your finger was running over the letters that spelled out ‘nevermore’, appreciating the tattoo
  • “it is, actually,” the dancer smiled, looking down at it, “the raven was the first poem i truly enjoyed, it’s what got me into poetry, actually.”
  • “you’re into poetry?” you asked, impressed
  • “why, surprised that some run-of-the-mill stripper like me can appreciate the finer arts?” the dancer asked with a slight sneer
  • “that’s not what I meant,” you sighed, rolling your eyes at how defensive he’d gotten, “i just haven’t met many people my age who truly appreciate poetry.”
  • as the dancer– seongwoo, as he introduced himself– tugged his shirt back on, the ‘private show’ completely forgotten, he told you about how he was majoring in business at the local university that you attended as well
  • “i’m a lit major,” you explained, “why aren’t you majoring in lit, if you love poetry so much?”
  • “parents didn’t approve,” seongwoo sighed, running a hand through his perfectly gelled inky black hair
  • the two of you sat there for a while, talking about what books you’d read recently and giving each other suggestions
  • “ong, finish up! it’s been over an hour!” someone yelled, pounding on the door to the room that you and seongwoo were sitting in
  • seongwoo looked startled and checked his phone, eyes widening when he realized how long he’d been talking with you
  • “i should probably get back on the job,” seongwoo said ruefully, getting to his feet, “but hey, it was nice talking to you.”
  • “seongwoo,” you said tentatively before he stepped out into the loud club, “the coffee shop that I work at has open mic nights. every tuesday at seven. you should go sometime.”
  • seongwoo looked at you thoughtfully, a small smile dancing on his lips
  • “i’ll think about it,” he replied
  • “you should do it,” you insisted, “i can be very convincing.” 
  • seongwoo chuckled at the way that you used his own words against him, giving you a quick wink before striding off down the hall, confidence and facade back on again.
  • you smiled at that, pleasantly surprised at what an interesting person seongwoo was
  • however, you were still surprised to hear that velvety voice as you wiped down a counter
  • “i guess you are pretty convincing.”
  • “seongwoo, you came!” you smiled over at him widely, tucking the rag into your pocket
  • “you fit the vibe of this place pretty well,” he commented, eyes scanning over the warm browns and tan of the coffee shop decor before running up and down your sweater and boots combo
  • “well, you fit the vibe of the club pretty well,” you shot back with a grin, feeling more flirty now that you were in your element, “Mr. Chic.”
  • seongwoo just grinned at that, ruffling his hair
  • you took the chance to take in his appearance, appreciating how good he looked in a sweatshirt and jeans, dark hair falling into his eyes
  • it was a nice contrast from the silk shirt, leather pants and pushed back hair you’d first seen him in, but you didn’t know which look you liked more
  • “you can find a seat, i can make you a drink if you’d like,” you informed him, “the open mic will start in about ten minutes.”
  • “i’ll take an iced espresso,” seongwoo replied, sending you a quick smile
  • you nodded, hurrying behind the bar to get his shot started
  • seongwo ended up going closer to the end of the night, sharing a short but extremely well-written poem 
  • it was very intriguing, and spoke of conflicted emotions and the struggle between loyalty to others and oneself
  • you were reminded of what he’d told you a few nights ago, about his parents not approving of him majoring in literature
  • “you’re a really good poet,” you informed seongwoo as you closed up the cafe for the night
  • seongwoo had insisted on sticking around, sipping the dregs of his iced espresso
  • he blushed at the compliment, his ears turning red
  • “really?” he asked, raising an eyebrow
  • from the few interactions you’d had with him, you’d definitely got the feeling that he was a confident man, so you were surprised to see him seem so vulnerable
  • “yes, really,” you laughed, shaking your head, “the girls were swooning over you– you really have a way with words.”
  • “well, you know what else makes the girls swoon?” he asked with a grin, before turning away quickly
  • when he turned back, you burst out laughing at the sight of his ears folded in, a huge shit-eating grin on his face
  • “which side do you want me to unfold first?” he asked playfully
  • “are you serious?” you asked between wheezes, tears forming in your eyes from how hard you were laughing at the image in front of you
  • “yes, i’m serious,” he said with a grin, “which side?”
  • “left, I guess.”
  • you laughed even harder as he unfolded the left ear, making a clicking sound effect to go along with it before doing the same with the right
  • “you’re truly unique, seongwoo,” you said as you turned off the lights in the cafe, still chuckling a bit
  • when the two of you got to your bus stop, seongwoo stopped, looking at you seriously
  • “(y/n),” he said, looking down at you, “thank you for tonight.”
  • you looked up at him, surprised at his serious tone, “it’s nothing! you clearly really enjoy poetry, i just informed you of an outlet.”
  • “still,” he insisted, “most of my own friends find it hard to believe that the jokester who doesn’t take school seriously would be interested in poetry, let alone some random person whose first impression of me was me grinding on thin air at a strip club. thank you for not judging me.”
  • “hey,” you frowned, bumping his shoulder, “just because you’re a stripper doesn’t mean you’re not a person. it’s a way to get money, and if you’re comfortable with it, then it’s not my place to judge.”
  • seongwoo looked down at you thoughtfully, a small smile crossing his lips
  • “still. thank you.”
  • you then realized how close the two of you were, your eyes going down to his pink lips and then back to his warm brown eyes, his ears a bit pink
  • “(y/n),” he said tentatively, before sucking in a breath of air and exhaling it with a hiss, “ah, never mind.”
  • you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, “jesus christ, seongwoo, you’re not slick. just ask me on a date already.”
  • he looked down at you with eyes wide, cheeks bright pink
  • “well, will you go on a date with me?”
  • “yes, idiot,” you said with a smile, before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips
  • later that night, over text, seongwoo revealed why he’d been so apprehensive to ask you out
  • i’ve never met someone so unapologetically themselves
  • and you were the first person to not judge me for what i do
  • i didn’t want to lose that just because i had feelings for you
  • and each and every day of your relationship, you did your best to remind seongwoo that he was an incredibly amazing person, because no matter how intense his ‘confident guy’ mask was, you knew that inside, he was a worried, slightly anxious guy like everyone else around you

moral of this story: even if a person appears to be super confident, they are probably still very insecure on the inside

seongwoo has actually talked about this before (idk what exact source) but yeah i think it’s just important to keep in mind

Imagine taking Jeffrey to meet your parents for the first time and being nervous because of the age gap between you.

“Love, have you seen my black tie?” you heard a voice but didn’t even move a muscle as you stared down at your family photo.

Taking your fiance to meet your family was one thing, but taking your so-much-older fiance to meet your family for the first time put the fear of gods in you. It should have happened earlier, you knew it, and you actually planned for it to happen but one thing lead to another and both you and Jeffrey got busy with work that you actually didn’t bring it up to your parents much later after he proposed to you. They were slightly mad at you, but they were at least pleased that they didn’t get to meet him on the wedding day for the first time. For a moment you thought that you did all of this subconsciously because you were scared to see the look on their face when they met him.

Not that Jeffrey was not handsome or a gentleman when needed. Oh, if anything. He could steal any woman’s heart within seconds with his smooth words and charming smile but that didn’t mean it was not obvious how he was older than you. You had mentioned it but it was one thing saying it and another having your parents face the fact as they saw the two of you next to each other.

“Sweetheart?” you heard his voice again but you didn’t even try to make yourself say a thing. You were too nervous to.

“(Y/n)?” his voice was heard closer this time as you heard footstep come closer to you. The moment you felt a hand on your shoulder you jumped slightly and your eyes snapped up to lock with his.

“(Y/n), love are you alright?” he asked gently, a small frown on his face as you sighed heavily and put the framed picture on your nightstand.

“I would be lying is I said yes.” you mumbled as he tilted his head to take a better look at you.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, other than the fact that we are about to take you to meet my parents and you are just casually walking around the place ever since the morning only now caring to find what to wear, nothing! Everything’s just peachy!” you exclaimed, full of sarcasm. Instead of being mad at your outburst he smiled and cupped your cheek.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” he asked with a small grin and despite how you wanted to punch something to relieve your frustration you just sighed and leaned on his side.

“More than fucking ever.” you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you, laughing softly “Are you seriously laughing?” you asked, although your voice didn’t raise much.

“I’m sorry- I’m just-” he grinned down at you after licking his lips “You’re so damn adorable at moments like this.” he shrugged innocently “And you just remind me even as this how lucky I am that you are going to be my wife.” he added softly and you instantly felt all frustration and worries leave you as you stared back at the breath-taking smile.

“Sap” you mumbled, snuggling closer to his side as he kissed the top of your head.

“Come on, baby.” he whispered “You know there is nothing to worry about, here. Everything is going to go alright so long as you can keep your hands to yourself.” he shrugged as you pulled slightly away to narrow your eyes at him.

“Meaning?”

“You know I’m all up for fun under the table but considering that your parents will be there we should-”

“Oh no, no boy!” your cut him off “Forget even touching my hand around them much less anything else!” you exclaimed “We are not going to talk about kisses either, you can do anything you want to me outside that house but the moment we enter we are so acting like-”

“What? Haven’t ever had sex before? Baby, I think they are pretty aware of the things we do already. I don’t think they’d expect us to just hold hands.” he chuckled at your wide eyes.

“Well, my father actually might!” you shook your head “Just- please, don’t make this hard on me Jef.”

“Alright, alright.” he sighed, kissing your forehead “So long as you are careful who you call daddy on the table cause I might- ow.” he huffed as you hit his arm hard. “What was that for?” he laughed as you glared at him.

“Jeffrey!”

“What? All I am saying is I am going to act on reflex in case it happens, it’s not like I can control it.” he shrugged with a smirk as you got up from the bed and glared down at him.

“Alright, first we have never done such a thing so stop being a liar you idiot and second; do you want to give my father a freaking heart attack?!” you stared at him with wide eyes.

“Fine, fine!” he sighed getting up as well “But just so you know, it’s supposed to happen the other way around. You know, you comforting me because I am the one that has never met them before?”

“I just… sorry.” you sighed, your hands resting on his chest “But I know they are going to love you, no matter how much the… age gap stuns them at first I know they are going to see how much I love you, and how much you love me and I know that’s what really matters to them.”

“Then I’ll make damn sure I do my best to show to them that you are the woman of my dreams and I m not letting you go.” he breathed out.

You opened your mouth to say one thing but once you took notice of his clothes you jumped away from him as if he was fire – well he was hot, yeah but not te point – as you exclaimed “Jeffrey! Your clothes, take them off!”

“Sweetheart” he laughed “You know I never say no to such offers from you, no matter the time and no matter the place but don’t you think that this is not the right moment?”

“No, Jef. I mean your- your clothes, they are too formal. Why the hell are you wearing a suit? It just makes you so… old. Older at least that you are and we definitely don’t want that now.”

“Weird, last time you saw me in a suit we ended up in the exact same place only kinda… horizontal.” he glanced at the bed as you rolled your eyes.

“You know how I like you in a suit, I am just saying that this time you can be more… casual, be yourself.” you shrugged.

“Hm be myself. With you in the same room.” he nodded his head seriously “Let me go take the whipped cream then and we-”

“Jef!” you exclaimed as he burst into laughter.

“Come on, princess. I got this, trust me.” he winked at you, pecking your lips “I’ll make you proud.”

“You always do.” you whispered, letting out a sigh.

He smiled warmly at you, kissing you more fully on the lips before pulling away and whispering “I’ll make a few changes and we can get going.”

You let him pull away from you as you let a soft sigh, your eyes following his every movement as he started taking off his suit’s coat. The black shirt beneath straining against his firm shoulders and you bit your lip hard to keep yourself from going after him. But him unbuttoning his shirt too wasn’t helping.

“Maybe if we’re a few minutes late it wouldn’t hurt…?” you asked yourself as with a groan you thought to yourself “Screw it”.

“Hey, Jef!” you exclaimed, going after him.

Too In Character

 Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words: 758

-Jared and the reader do a breakup scene that just feels too real for Jared-

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know.



          Jared had been kind of worried ever since he had seen the script. You had been teasing him, but he legitimately seemed like this scene was going to be a problem for him. The two of you had never had that big of an issue when doing a scene together for Supernatural.

           “Jare?” you made him look at you as the two of you sat together before the scene was going to be shot.

           He looked up, “Hmm?”

           “You’re thinking too hard.”

           He shrugged, “This scene is just going to suck.”

           You laughed slightly, “Babe, you do fights with all kinds of monsters and this is the scene that stresses you out?”

           He nodded, “Yeah. It is.”

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anonymous asked:

A scenario of a reverse-harem situation of the Valentines day in P5 with Akira, Akechi (especially him <3), Ryuji and Yusuke (and maybe Mishima and/or Iwai if it doesn't get too long)? But instead of the girl already dating them, they are just all interested in her and realize they have competition and try to one-up each other (I like jealousy but hate cheating). She is oblivious and thinks they get along well. Bonus points if Yusukes says he wants to draw her nude in front of the other guys.

Absolutely none of them would do this but I love this idea so much?? hello host club Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you like it!

Note: I’ll be writing this in second person, so I hope you don’t mind!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


“My dear, I… have something to tell you,” Akira stated softly, a desirous twinkle in his pitch-black eyes as he brushed your hair behind your ear. His fingertips caressed your cheek, the delicate sensation eliciting a tingly shudder from you. “I-”

“I beg your pardon, but what is the meaning of this?” Yusuke’s typically elegant cadence had now turned dark, the threatening edge slicing through the formerly romantic atmosphere like a blade through paper as the chime of Leblanc’s front door greeted him. A bouquet of hand-picked flowers was nestled in his pearly gloved hands, his steely orbs narrowing at the despicable sight of Akira attempting to enthrall you.

“I must concur with Kitagawa, I would like an explanation as well,” another voice demanded, his inflection as silky as his shoulder-length, chestnut hair that was currently fashioned into a neat ponytail.

“The hell’s Akechi doin’ here?!” Ryuji’s boisterous voice startled everyone as he burst through the door, and right as the door was about to click shut, a hand had halted any further movement.

“Jeez, Sakamoto… you could have at least held the door,” the owner of the hand complained, stepping through the entrance to reveal Mishima’s petite form. All of the boys present sported sleek suits of differing colors, and they sized each other up before diverting their gaze to Akira, who still had his palm gently pressed on your cheek.  

Akira sealed his eyelids shut and chuckled triumphantly, retracting his hand from your face to adjust his jet-black glasses with his leather fingertips. “You’re all far too late… not that any of you would have had a chance in the first place.”

“Kurusu… of course you’d be here already,” Akechi vehemently commented, a menacing undertone tainting his soothing voice. “With all due respect, I feel that I am the only appropriate suitor for them-”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” Ryuji growled, daring the detective to proceed as he stuffed his fists into his pockets.

Akechi sighed and shook his head, a gloved hand raised in exasperation. “It would be a waste of valuable time to explain it to delinquents and outcasts such as yourselves; however, a sophisticated person like them would understand without my clarification, and they are the sole person who truly matters at the moment.”

“Well, you’re not wrong… a-about them mattering, I mean. But if anyone is a good match for them, it’s me. The rest of you have way too many issues,” Mishima chided, his arms slowly crossing as he leaned back slightly.

“Anyone that says ‘kek’ out loud doesn’t get to lecture us.” Ryuji lurched toward the admin and intimidatingly loomed over him, his chocolate eyes squinted.

Yusuke practically teleported in front of you, kneeling on a single knee and warily clasping your hand, subsequently elevating the back of it to his lips where he pressed a sweet kiss, his steely gaze never relinquishing your own. “You look breathtaking as always, my angel, but I wonder how ethereal you would appear posing nude for me, vulnerable for my eyes only…” Chuckling, the artist abruptly rose to his feet and swept you into his lithe arms, astonishing you with his unforeseen strength. “Come, let us abandon these ruffians and create beautiful art together, with our eternal love as the paintbrush!”

“You pretentious bastard!” Ryuji bellowed, charging at Yusuke’s profile to tackle him to the ground. Fortunately, Akira had caught you before you could topple into the fray of wrestling men.

“And now you’re back in my arms,” Akira grinned affectionately, his porcelain face inches away from yours. You basked in the warmth of his coffee-stained breath, and he tenderly placed you down on your feet before continuing, “Just the way it’s meant to be.“ Akira tugged you by the waist and descended his mouth to your ear, his voice husky as he whispered, “Now, what do you say we enjoy our Valentine’s Day… alone?”

A spectating Akechi scoffed at his rival as he jerked him by the collar to pry him from you. The condescension that dripped from his tone was as clear as daylight as he hissed, “As far as I’m concerned, it is not their duty to take out the trash.”

“You would know,” Mishima spat, promptly obstructing Akechi’s path to you, accompanied by the cacophony of Ryuji and Yusuke’s bickering that resonated off the walls of the desolate cafe.

Akechi’s burgundy orbs slanted and blazed with vitriol. “Out of my way, fool. The fairest royalty only deserves the most devoted prince, not some forgettable NPC that has thoroughly failed to establish an appearance as an official party member.”

“Better a forgettable NPC than a popular murderer,” Mishima snarled, the two of them quite literally butting heads.

Akira fumbled with his loosened collar a moment before he interjected, “To be fair, you’re not even supposed to be alive right now.”

Akechi spiraled around to cast a malevolent glare at the bespectacled boy, his pin-straight arms plastered to his sides as he strenuously forced his most pleasant smile. “Haha, is that so? And what nominates attic trash like you with the privilege of spending the day with them?”

“I’m the main character; it’s well within my right to steal their heart,” Akira proclaimed cheekily as he firmly tugged the rims of his crimson gloves. 

“N-not if I crush yours first,” Ryuji suddenly drawled, stumbling his way over to quarrel with a groggy expression.

“G-get back here…” Yusuke was trembling behind the blonde’s heels, outstretching his arms in a feeble attempt to clutch one of Ryuji’s broad shoulders. “W-we’re still not finished with our session of rock-paper-scissors, and it’s best two out of three.”

“J-just how intense was this game of yours?!” you inquired with bewilderment, seizing the chance to be able to speak.

Ryuji bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck, a peachy hue airbrushed on his cheeks as he asked, “A-are you worried about me…? Don’t worry, this ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle. A sweet person like you deserves a strong-”

In an instant, Yusuke spawned in front of you with one gloved hand clasping your own while the other solicitously cradled your chin between his thumb and index finger. “My love, I wholeheartedly appreciate your generous concern for my well-being, but an artist’s indomitable passion is not to be taken lightly, especially when it pertains to those they love.”

“H-hey, lemme at least finish my sentence, dammit!” Ryuji’s strong arms suddenly circled around your waist, and he rested his chin on your shoulder, his sigh tickling your ear as he breathed, “Babe… let’s get outta here so I can show ya just how happy I can make ya.”

“S-Sakamoto, you’re way too close!” Mishima chastised, hurriedly maneuvering past Akechi and Akira to wrench both Ryuji and Yusuke away from you. His hands attentively rested on your shoulders and his eyebrows furrowed as he implored, “Are you all right? I can protect you just as much as anyone else here, but we should probably bail. Wouldn’t want to miss our date, now would we?”

Your gaze plummeted to your fidgeting feet, your hands folded in front of you as you twiddled your thumbs. “I-is that really okay? You all seem like you get along so well, so I don’t want to ruin your day together.”

Time seemed to freeze as the din inside Leblanc ceased; even a pin-drop would echo like thunder in the silent vicinity. The heads of multiple males slowly protruded from behind Mishima, various eyes pasted on you as a rosy blush illuminated their cheeks. “S-so cute…” they muttered in a unison so impeccable that it could have easily been mistaken for one person.

Barely a second passed and they were already towering over you in a semi-circle, fervently pleading their cases by listing off their redeeming qualities.

“I can shamelessly eat sweets in public with you, and play video games! O-or fix your computer!” Mishima pitched first, his iron eyes shimmering with dedication.

Akechi pompously straightened his bow-tie as he declared, “I am quite reputable, both for my charisma in addition my expertise regarding pancakes. I should warn you, however: once someone has piqued my interest, I will not be quick to give up until I get what I desire.” He grasped your chin and steadily brushed his thumb over your lips, his piercing auburn stare glimpsing into your very soul.

“How preposterous. My beloved, I am certain I can bestow a most flourishing relationship befitting of someone as divine as you, although I cannot hope to immortalize such vibrancy on canvas, even if you were to… fully expose yourself.”

“Dude, keep your perverted fantasies to yourself! Anyway, it’d be really sad for someone as incredible as you to spend Valentine’s Day alone, and I promise you’re gonna have a ton of fun with me.”

“I’m perfect,” Akira announced smugly, flashing one of his signature heart-throbbing smirks, a flirtatious wink being the cherry on top as he sparkled with eye-catching allure. The remainder of the love-struck group simultaneously gasped in horror, registering that the worst possible outcome had come to fruition: Akira had achieved maximum capacity in all his stats, indicating that he was virtually unstoppable now.

“D-damn it, that super-move is a critical hit that exploits any and all weaknesses,” Mishima grimaced, feeling his own strength sap as he gaped at the universally-accredited irresistible protagonist. “N-no one’s ever been able to resist it… there’s no way we can top that.”

“N-no, we must remain persistent,” Akechi grunted as he broke out into a cold sweat, his bangs matted to the frame of his pasty face. “We cannot allow him to parch any more victims. Please, my dear… the question still remains…”

The men hooked their attention onto you once more, inhaling deeply and fervently chanting the succeeding question in flawless unanimity. “Who will be your Valentine?”

“Iwai!” you answered eagerly.

“Hah?!” the boys exclaimed in perfect synchronization, that single word shattering their determination and confidence like fragile glass.

You peered over their shoulders to wave at the gruff and moderately baffled shop owner as another moment of deafening silence wafted throughout the cafe.

“…Am I interruptin’ something?” Iwai asked, peering at the men with a severely unamused expression on his face.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ryuji questioned as the boys whipped around to sneer at the new opponent. 

Iwai sighed as he uplifted a single hand in mock surrender. “Relax. I just came here to pick up somethin’ for Kaoru.”

Akira’s expression neutralized. “It’s right there on the counter, next to the phone. Tell Kaoru I said hi.”

“Uh, sure… thanks, kid.” The airsoft shop manager tiredly retrieved his order, and right as he was about to open the door, he pivoted around toward the boys and ordered, “You all better not be doin’ anything weird.”

You shook your head vigorously and replied, “No, they were asking me to be their Valentine to try to include me in their group, but I really don’t want to interfere…” A light bulb flickered in your head as realization dawned upon you. “Wait a minute…”

Everyone’s focus was wholly plastered on you as you deliberated your next course of action. You nodded affirmatively to yourself before finally concluding, “Do you mind if I come over to the shop? It’s been forever since I’ve seen Kaoru.”

Iwai’s silver eyes expanded a fraction, but he hastily reverted to an amicable demeanor, a small smile dancing on his lips. “Yeah, I think he’d like that. He could use a friend right now.” 

“All right, let’s go!” you cheerily called as you took a few strides prior to obliviously addressing the boys that were now paralyzed with absolute shock and horror. “Have a good Valentine’s Day, guys!”

You promptly departed for the gun shop with Iwai, and as soon as the front door of Leblanc slammed shut, the boys you unintentionally rejected plunged to the floor face-first, tragically spending the duration of Valentine’s Day immobilized by their suffering and the agonizing deprivation of yet another romance route.

Adam’s Rib (part 1 of 3)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: Lin is a bartender. You need a drink.

Word Count: a fuck ton (approx 18k)

A/N: it’s problematic and full of plot holes but maybe let it go and try and enjoy it

So, this has been a long time coming, we know. It’s been a whirlwind of a time, and we can’t tell you how much has gone into this. We just wanted to thank all of you for being so patient with us, we know this took so much longer than we anticipated it would. 

Thank you so much for supporting our lack of chill and insanity, it truly means so much to us that we have such an incredible following, and we still can’t believe all of you exist! We love you all so very much!! Both of us are extremely emotional about every single aspect of this universe, and we are legitimately super excited to show you what we’ve been concocting this entire time (so much yelling behind the scenes, y’all, omg). 

Warnings: for now, it’s just alcohol and drinking, but this may or may not get a bit darker in parts two and three.

And now, without further ado, we hearby present part ONE of THREE of Adam’s Rib.

– Team GTNW –


“Hey, Lin, could I get another beer?”

“Stan,” Lin sighed, resting his hands on the bar in between them. “We both know you don’t need another.”

“Come on, you already took my keys so what harm could it do?”

Lin raised his eyebrows at the patron, a middle-aged man with graying hair and a fondness for wearing Hawaiian shirts in winter. As a bartender, Lin technically had the right to cut Stan off, call his slurring ass a cab, and move on to serving the handful of other patrons hanging around the bar at nine p.m. on a Tuesday.

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Flufflet #3 for @lifeinahole27 as a reward for writing her CSBB!

Sometime after the season 6 finale, the gang decides to look into the whole “song inside me” thing, and Blue is able to return their memories of the whole debacle.


“I can’t believe we forgot all this,” Snow said, almost whispering.

“It was necessary,” Blue said, like that explained everything, which it didn’t. But this was Blue, so it was about as good of an explanation as anyone was ever going to get.

“Yeah, well, it was a memory I could have done without,” Regina said, as though she had a bad taste in her mouth. “Me, singing and dancing like some kind of …”

"Don’t say it,” David warned.

“Disney character,” Henry finished. “I wish I could have seen it and heard it. All I have is the page here.”

“Look,” Emma said. “What matters is that all of your songs–the happy ones, the sad ones, the angry ones–all of them, that’s what I needed to keep the Black Fairy from crushing my heart. So even if you’re embarrassed now, I’m grateful.”

Snow and David smiled almost beatifically, and Regina sighed. Zelena shrugged. “I’ve nothing to be embarrassed about; I sounded fantastic.”

“Better than me?” David challenged.

“I think the Rabbit Hole does karaoke,” Snow said. “If we want to find out.”

Emma snickered at the thought of her dad and Zelena going head to head in a karaoke competition. Killian, though, was uncharacteristically silent.

Actually, he’d been quiet the whole time. She turned to look at him, but he refused to meet her gaze, staring at Blue instead. Weird.


“So, what’s wrong?” she asked as she plopped down on the bed and watched as he finished pulling on his pajamas.

“What’s that, love?”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since Blue gave you guys your … musical memories back. Why?” She paused. “Was your song embarrassing or something?”

“No.”

“Well, I know you can’t be insecure about your singing voice. You already know I think you’ve got a sexy one.”

He chuckled. “No.”

“Well, what then? And don’t tell me you’re not upset because we both know you are.”

He sighed as he climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms. “All right, but it’s … odd, I suppose.”

“I’m the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming and I’m married to Captain Hook. My closest friends are the Evil Queen, and her sister, the Wicked Witch, and Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I think I’m good with odd.”

“Not sure it’s the same variety of odd, love, but fair enough.”

“Just tell me.”

“I’m trying to.” He paused. “You recall your parents and Regina discussing their musical tete-a-tete?”

“Yeah.” God, she would have paid so much money to see that.

“They showed up at the tavern I was drinking at, offered me all the gold and jewels I wanted, and asked for me to take them to Regina. I refused their payment, insisting the only thing that would satisfy me would be my revenge.”

“And by insisting, I’m assuming …”

“Aye, I may have insisted rather musically,” he admitted.

“So you’re upset because you refused?”

“No, I agreed,” he said. “They realized I wanted revenge on the Dark One and told me they had him prisoner. We struck a deal, and I brought them to Regina as requested.”

“Okay.” Was he upset that her parents had almost been complicit in him murdering Gold? That he’d brought them to Regina like they’d asked? “I don’t get what’s wrong,” she admitted.

“I–” He took a deep breath. “It’s just so strange.”

“Killian–”

“Emma, you were there.”

“I–what? No, I wasn’t.”

“Yes, you were.”

Oh. Oh.

“So you’re upset because you bumped into my mom when she was pregnant with me?”

“I’m not upset,” he corrected. “It’s just odd, isn’t it? Here I am, singing about how all I care about is revenge, and my unborn wife is right there.”

She couldn’t help it. She wished she could have, with her husband sitting next to her, clearly struggling with the whole scenario. She should have been supportive and understanding.

But she couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing.

“Oi, this isn’t funny, Swan.” The giggles would not stop. “Swan, please, you can’t tell me you don’t find this at least slightly strange!”

“Oh come on,” she said, trying to regain her breath. “Killian, you’re, like, three hundred years older than I am and that hasn’t mattered to either of us.”

“But this is different!”

“Not that different.” She burst out laughing again. “Oh my god, you, like … practically serenaded me while I was in the womb!”

“It wasn’t a serenade, and I wasn’t–love, you must stop laughing.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” But she couldn’t.

He sighed angrily and moved away, turning to shut off the lamp on his nightstand. “Well, good night, then.”

“Killian, come on.” Okay, it was less funny now. Still funny, obviously, but with how upset he was getting, she needed to cut it out. “Look, it’s really not that weird.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Will it be weird when I get pregnant to sing to our unborn kid?” He didn’t answer. “Because that’s a normal thing, you know? And then they come out and grow up into adults, and you don’t sit there feeling weird that you used to sing to them before they were born.”

Not that she’d had any experience in that area. Even if she hadn’t had a cellmate in juvie, she probably wouldn’t have tried singing to her baby bump. But that had been a different situation; if Neal hadn’t given her up, and they’d stayed together, the two of them would definitely have done it.

“I know that’s different,” she said, when Killian didn’t respond. At least her giggles had subsided. “Because it’s your kid and not your future spouse. But still, it’s really not that weird.”

“No, that’s not it.” His voice was tentative, like he was unsure of what he was about to say. “Just … when you get pregnant?”

She froze. She’d made offhanded references to hypothetical siblings for Henry, but at no point had she explicitly told Hook that she wanted more kids. And now it had just kind of slipped out, and not in a way that she would have wanted to put it when she eventually brought it up.

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. “I know we haven’t talked about it. I shouldn’t have said it.”

“No, no.” And now his arms were around her again. “You want more children, Emma?”

“I mean … yeah, I do. I guess we should have talked about it before we got married and stuff.”

“Because you believe that I’m not interested in having children with you?”

“I didn’t say that,” she pointed out. “Just, you’ve told me that Milah never wanted more kids and you were fine with that.”

“I loved Milah deeply,” he said. “I knew that being with her meant that my only experience as a father would be if we went back for Baelfire, and I was willing to accept that life. But it wasn’t because I didn’t want children of my own.”

“Oh.”

His arms tightened around her. “Swan, I would love to have children with you. More than anything.”

“Oh?” Her heart beat faster.

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay, but you have to promise me something.”

“Anything.”

“You’ve got to sing that song for me.”

interview | cole sprouse x reader

Originally posted by dylanobrienbaby

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written by: yours truly

edited by: @jugheadxreaderinyourhead

anonymous said: I loved guest star!! 😍 I was wondering if you could make a fic about cole how youve been keeping your relationship for months now and fans are suspecting that youre dating because of all the bts and photos of you and his ig and in one interview that youre having together someone questions you guys about it. sorry if this was long 😂 i love your fics 😘❤

a/n: basically this is another guest star part but an interview!

“god i’m so nervous”. you mutter pulling on your fingers as you wait in the green room with your boyfriend cole and co-star kj. we were about to endure a joint interview and it was your first lot of press you’ve done for riverdale.

but it wasn’t that factor that made you nervous, it was that people were becoming more and more aware of your romantic relationship with cole.

you’d been able to keep it under wraps for the whole two years you’ve been dating but now that you were both sharing the small screen people had caught on.

so you had to control yourselves whenever you were out. refraining yourselves from snap chatting each other or posting photos all over your instagrams.

you had to be strictly platonic. you didn’t need any sort of bad press if you two were to break up. so for now you weren’t a couple, you were just a couple of besties.

or atleast that’s what you thought. you thought were pulling it off. but more and more accounts for your ‘ship name’ with cole had popped up on both twitter and instagram and not to mention the constant questions when meeting fans in the flesh.

especially when they caught you out mid-date. when you two had to coyly pretend that you were waiting on other friends to excuse the fact that you were out together without the rest of the cast.

and to be quite frank you were getting sick of all the pretending and running around. sometimes you just wanted kiss your boyfriend or hold his hand whilst you walked down the streets.

not that you really had the opportunity to take a leisurely stroll down the road, being famous disney stars and all.

“you’ll be fine”, cole whispers walking toward you making sure no one was staring at the two of you. he placed a soft hand on your shoulder, instantly filling you with comfort.

“just breathe okay? if they ask don’t say yes but don’t say no, yeah? that way we aren’t lying or avoiding the question” you nod smiling to the boy as a young women calls you over to the interview room.

the three of you file in, sitting down on a huge plush couch, each boy on either side of you as the interviewer sits in her own seperate lounge chair.

the interviewer starts her intro off strong turning toward the three of you. “kj apa as archie andrews, y/n l/n as c/n c/l/n and cole sprouse as jughead jones on the cw’s riverdale!”

the three of you all smile greeting the interviewer, and the camera crew, as you settle into the interview, talking about the upcoming season and possible plot.

you were too busy worrying to even pay attention to half the stuff that was spewing from the ladies mouth, that you barely noticed her turn to you and begin to engage in conversation until kj smoothly nudged you.

patting down your dress you push your hair off your shoulder as she addressed you directly.

“so how is it for you to go from disney to the darker side of the cw?”

“i mean it’s a lot different to disney i’ll tell you that”. you pause the group laughing to themselves “i didn’t even really think i’d be coming back to acting but i couldn’t resist the role”.

she nods playing with the cards in her palms. “so anything in particular that’s vastly different?”

“well - it’s still directed for the younger generation but i feel like in disney it was more so for the children than the preteens for example…and the content we’re filming is a lot heavier than the stuff we dealt with on y/d/s but it’s also just as fun and exciting as i remember”.

“so you and cole -” you freeze at the mention of him, “both disney kids coming back to acting. kj what was it like to know that you were working with some of the greatest names in disney?”

you breathe a sigh of relief taking a sip from the glass of water on the table as you listen to kj rattle on about how much he adored cole and dylan.

“both of their shows i watched religiously. me and my mates used to love it aye. especially y/d/s with uh y/n we loved her a lot - im pretty sure one of my mates had a poster of her”.

you blush giggling to yourself. “so you had a crush on y/n?” the interviewer laughs, kj turning red at the words. you continue laughing placing a hand around his arm.

“aw kj!!!” you swoon embarrassing him further. cole joined in on the fun, “yeah he was a big fan we kinda had to push him a bit and be like ’hey buddy“.

kj shakes his head furiously to the camera his words rushing out in defence “nah nah nah”. sending you and cole into a laughing fit as the kiwi struggled to cover up his words.

“i mean i was a fan. like who wasn’t aye, but nah it’s a lot of fun filming with them and we all are good friends with the others too. but ugh yeah- it’s hard to go out anywhere because fans notice them from a mile away”

the interviewer laughs “wait people still notice you as your disney characters?” we both nod cole taking the lead.

“i mean it’s very flattering but as you can see im not the same kid with the blonde shaggy bowl cut so sometimes i question how they’d recognise me- especially from friends”.

you smile the interviewer looking to you for input “what about you?”

you nod leaning back slightly into the couch feeling coles arm against the top of the couch.

“they do yes, i go anywhere and they all yell ”c/n“ and sometimes i just forget and then they’re running and i’m running and then they’re screaming and i’m screaming”.

the room started to laugh.

“it’s a very weird situation” you giggle the interviewer cutting in.

“and you looking nothin like that girl anymore- you look amazing!”

you place a hand over your heart in awe “thank god for that” you joke poking fun at yourself. “i grew up and hit puberty and sometimes when i hear someone say ’hey you look like that girl off y/d/s? i’m like damn i must be having a rough day”.

the interviewer giggles “oh don’t be so hard on yourself- doesn’t she look hot now boys?” she slaps kj’s leg and they both nod.

“god yeah she’s come along way from disney-even though i still had a crush on c/n”, cole comments a smile growing on your face at the compliment.

“so are you all single?”

your heart plummets at the question. the dreaded question for anyone in the industry is asked whenever they are in one or aren’t. no one wants to be asked this question ever.

cole answers first surprising you “i’m not no”.

“i am” kj chirps taking a long drink from his water.

“i’m not either” you clear your throat smiling, refusing to make eye contact with cole.

the interviewer smirks knowing she got the answer you wanted “oh so you two are off the market”. she pretends to act surprised “well who are they”.

cole replies cutely “for us to know and you to never find out- all you need to know is she’s beautiful and one of a kind”.

you fight off the blush tinting on your cheeks as the interviewer wraps up the interview.

“one last question before you guys leave- serpent jughead? yes or no?”

“yes yes yes” you stammer feeling confident. “have you seen jughead in a leather jacket? serpent jughead is the best thing to come out of riverdale”.

cole blushes and the interview is officially over. cole’s manager walking over to escort us back to our green room.

“i think you might have just outed us” he teases walking dangerously close to you, his hot breathe on your neck.

“what can i say- serpent juggie just does some indescribable things to me”.

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