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Dating Teamiplier Would Include:


•Started off as friends

•Then it grew into something more

•Chica loves you more than him

•Mark pouts about it all day

•You never really get into arguments because you both always talk things out

•But if one of you are really mad you’d give them their space to cool off

•Forehead kisses

•Nose kisses

•Cheek kisses

•N e C k K i S s e S

•Mark and Ethan teasing you if you’re shorter them

•Them Tyler comes out of nowhere and sets you on his shoulder

•"Who’s the short one now bitches"

•Being apart of teamiplier

•You, Amy, and Kathryn being squad goals

•Little to no PDA in public, on live streams, or vlogs

•Because you both don’t feel about going public yet and want it more private

•The fandom finds out anyway because they noticed Mark looking at you a lot and smiling to himself on a live stream

•Tons of fan-art after

•Some of the fans hate you because of Septiplier

•You don’t give a crap because you love Mark & you knew what you were getting into when.

•Him loving you so much



•Opens the door for you

•Gives you his coat when you’re cold


•"Tyler I’m cold"

“I told you to get a coat. ”

“Give me yours.”

“Nope. ”

•But he gives it to you anyway

•Dick jokes

•Lots of inside joke

•Taking care of him when he’s sick

•Being super close with Ethan and Mark

•Editing with Kathryn

•Making fun of Tyler because you learned how to edit faster than him

•Him calling you short

•But he loves it

•Always asking him to get something from the top shelf

•Top of the head kisses

•Forehead kisses

•Staring at his muscles because Jesus Christ the man was sculpted by the gods

•Him catching you looking so he flexes

•Just a really cute couple



•"Hating" pineapple pizza

•LOTR references


“Sam.. ”

•Him playing the ukulele for you

•Asking him to do a backflip because you think it’s so cool

•And it’s pretty hot

•Very hot

•Being best friends with Brian and Gordon.

•Playing Mariokart

•Lots of screaming and cussing


“I love you. ”

•Ethan is such a huggy bastard

•He NEEDS to have some part of him touching you

•You’re editing, his leg is on top of yours

•You’re cooking, he wraps his arms around your waist to see what you’re making

•Prepping for a trip? He hugs you for an hour begging you to stay

•Going To IndyPopCon, PaxEast and PaxWest together

•The Cranky Crew LOVING YOU

•Because they have never seen their blue Bean so happy

•Shit loads of fanart

•"What is up my Cranky Crew”

“wHaT iS uP mY cRaNkY cReW”

“You’re not saying it right (Y/n)!”

•Ethan is a giggly bean

•Wearing his merch

•Double dates with Gordon and Maya

•Being such a cute couple

•Mark jokes around calling Ethan ‘whipped’

•He is

•He would sacrifice himself for you

•Star Wars jokes

•Corny puns

•Dick jokes


[K A T H R Y N]

•Calling her a queen because she is

•Helping her and Ethan edit so they won’t overwork themself

•You constantly calling her pretty because she is

•Playing Ultimate Chicken Horse

•Lots of hugs

•So many references

•Cleaning up Marzipans shit because it’s literally everywhere

•Goddamn cat from satan

•You still love Marzipan though

•Learning how to edit rather quickly because Kathryn showed you the basics

•not that much pda mostly when it’s just you both by yourselves

• Subtle dick jokes


•H O L D I N G H A N D S

•C U D D L I N G

•C H E E K K I S S E S

•Amy shipped you guys before you even got together

•Hanging out with Amy because she’s cool as balls

•Questioning why she’s dating Mark

•"It’s that you’re so cool. How are you with HIM. “-(Y/n)

“HEY. ”-M

“I don’t know myself. ”-A


“I stayed for Chica. ”-A


•Shipping Amyplier so much, because THEIR SO CUTE


“SHUT UP (Y/N).”

「 A M Y 」

•You love her so much

•Calling her Sunshine because she literally is the embodiment of sunshine.

•Talking about Alien Conspiracies

•Making her coffee

•Going shopping a lot

•Her playing the accordion

•"I know its bad I’m sorry. “-A

“You’re so adorable.”

•whenever you go somewhere you bring her souvenirs

•Surprising her by showing up to the You’re Welcome tour because you couldn’t go

•Her almost crying


•Lots of hugs

•And kisses

•Braiding her hair

•when you see her guess what video on her channel you almost die from how cute she is.

•She’s adorable

•Calling her Beautiful

•If you’re depression or anxiety gets bad she’s always there to make you smile

•Buying her stuff but she complains because she doesn’t like being spoiled

•Dog sitting Chica while they are on tour

•She’s such a good pup

•Going to sleep at 1 in the morning because you were scrolling through Pinterest for memes

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Sorry if this seems silly, but your style is a big inspiration to me, and i've started first year in animation. I was wondering would you have any tips for it? :) we're being taught a good bit, but it's a bit overwhelming trying to figure out a way to make anatomy and perspective work. If you don't have tips thanks anyway, and again, love your work!

Ahhh thank you so much your words mean a ton seriously thank you.


First of all. Welcome to animation. You’re gonna lose your mind. Because animation tends to do that. You’ve probably already figured that out. Most people dont end up level headed after working 40+ hours on something that stays on screen for 1-5 seconds. It’s alright. No biggie. OKAY SO

I’m not the best at teaching things. But I know resources that are.

The pdf’s are actually pretty widely available. do a little gaggling you’ll find em trust me. AND READ THEM. i personally enjoyed all of em.


  • 11 Second club: list of animation exercises <—- YOU SEE THIS?
    YOU SEE THAT LIST OF THINGS TO ANIMATE? DO ALL OF THOSE THINGS. ALL OF THEM. dont just read it and scroll thru it and go “kay”, bookmark it, and move on. NO. Every week. Animate one of those things. Get feedback on each of those things. Feedback from your teachers, from your friends, from your peers, from your dog, from a rubber duck. Then make changes. THEN CONTINUE TO ANIMATE ALL THOSE THINGS.

  • PINTEREST BOARD STRAIGHT FROM THE ART GODS THEMSELVES: Character Design Reference <—-goodness where do i start with this. Everything is here. Character sheets. Color keys, Stylization, illustration, reference for animation, anatomy, the kitchen sink, VIS DEV OF THE KITCHEN SINK. This is how I check to see how far I am from being industry ready. This is how I keep myself motivated. This is how I surround my self with art that is much better than what I produce so that I keep improving. Do studies of the things here. Pick a character sheet, do a study of it, and throw that study away and burn it. Then do another. No drawing is precious. Frames, drawings, sketches, all temporary. With good reason.
  • AUTODESK MAYA, 3DS MAX AND MORE: free for students.
    You see that? Free. Like. FREE FREE. As in, this is how you get maya as a student. This is how you have access to a two thousand dollar program and learn how to use it. If you havent yet, get it. Maya animates cg stuff. Get to it kiddo.


  • General tips:
  • Arcs. Many times the reason your animation isnt working is because your arcs are broken. Find them. Fix them. ARC THE CRAP OUT OF YOUR ANIMATION.
  • Nothing is precious. Animation is essentially a slaughter fest of drawings/frames that dont work. Kill all of them. Distance yourself from your drawings like a warlord hellbent on taking over the goddamn universe and embrace it. If you like a frame that much you can turn it into an illustration later. You’ll be better off for it.
  • Learn 2 storyboard. You’d be surprised how well learning how to frame a shot helps with your animation. Heck, sometimes when I storyboard I animate out my key drawings on accident but IT WORKS AND ITS GREAT. Good framing can help a shot loadsss.
  • Dont be afraid of 3D tools to help. Maya, google sketchup, heck even blender, if you cant figure out how to move something thru space chuck a sizable equivalent model into 3d and move it in space and use it to help. It’s not cheating it’s being practical.
  • DO GESTURE AND FIGURE DRAWING EARLY, OFTEN, AND WILLINGLY. Build up a library of poses and work out all the kinks of anatomy while sketching so when it comes to actually animating youve already worked out all the details. And kick fore-shortening’s butt into the next dimension.
  • Finally, for goodness sake enjoy yourself. Not many people can create life and summon a living, breathing character without giving birth first so freaking enjoy it and GET STUFF MOVING YA CHUMP I BELIEVE IN YA

anonymous asked:


Sunlight lights the freckles on Dean Winchester’s nose. They always get more obvious in spring, and Castiel loves it. He likes the little brown sprinkles covering Dean’s nose and cheeks, going perfect with the bright green of his eyes. Dean doesn’t see him staring, he’s focusing on his homework.

Castiel, who is normally the one to be concentrated, keeps looking at Dean next to him. It was a perfect day to sit outside, so they decided to get their boring work out and lay on the grass in Castiel’s garden.

It smells like spring; flowers and warm sunlight, just warm enough so they don’t have to wear jackets. Dean’s barefoot, his toes playing with the soft grass. Cas smiles when he sees it, then quickly returns to his work.

“They think we can like… stop time or something,” Dean complains and nods at the pile of books with him. “How are we going to finish this in one weekend?”

“We don’t,” Cas huffs. “And then we fail all our classes, get kicked out of school and go live out on the street.”
Dean’s laugh is as bright as the sun that’s currently creating speckles of light peaking through the leaves of the trees.

“Oh man, y’know what?” Dean softly pokes Cas’ bare arm. “As long as we’re homeless together, I’m cool.”

Cas smiles and quickly turns to his work so Dean doesn’t see him blush.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

They work for a while, exchanging questions and answers as time passed.

“Ugh,” Dean groans and rolls on his back, leaving his work next to him. “I’m dead.”

“Condolences.” Cas says and smiles as well when he hears Dean’s happy laughter. He puts his pen down again, too. He lays on his stomach and starts picking daisies, carefully, and begins to thread them together.

“Whatcha doin’, Chuckles?” Dean asks. He’s closed his eyes and lets the sun warm his skin.

“Surprise.” Cas smiles.

“If you’re trying to feed a bee again, I’m gonna kill you.”

“Bees are very important creatures, Dean, and I wasn’t feeding it.” Castiel continues his thread of flowers, making it longer until he can create a crown.

“You were guiding it to the biggest flowers. I call that feeding.”

Cas finished of the crown and shifted over to Dean.

“Don’t move.” He gently places the crown on Dean’s hair. “There.”
Dean opens his eyes, smiles when he sees Cas above him.
Cas moves away so Dean can sit up, gently feeling his hair.

“You made me a flower crown?” He asks with surprise. “Dork.”

“It looks great on you, Dean. Very natural.” Castiel says half-joking, half serious.

Dean looks like a fairy, or one of those aesthetic models.

“Yeah, y’know what’s very natural too? Walking around naked with a leaf hiding your dick.”

“Would go great with that crown.” Cas laughs, rolling on his back. Dean chuckles and flops down next to him.

“Oh, you know you wanna see that.” He turns his head and gives Cas a lopsided grin. He grins back.
“Totally. I’ll make sure to take pictures, for later blackmailing.”

Dean playfully pushes against his arm and smiles, turning his face back to the sun.

They lay together in the grass, happily ignoring the books and essays unfinished at their side.
“Cas- have you ever stolen something?”

They always play this game. One of them asks a ‘have you ever’ question, the other answers, then asks a question. The only rule: be honest. It sounds like a lame thing, but it has been helpful to both of them during difficult times, cheering them up.

“No,” Cas says after thinking. “Well… maybe a pen, at school- but never intentional.” He thinks. “Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?”

He could see Dean smile from the corner of his eyes.
“Well- Miss Talbot was pretty hot, but I didn’t have a crush.”

Castiel remembers the teacher they had last year, that got all the guys in awe- except for Cas, who had always been more interested in the handsome science teacher’s biceps.

“Did you ever think about kissing a teacher?”

“Nope,” Cas says proudly, “Did you ever think about… kissing a guy?”

He makes it sound so light, but his throat is closed and itchy.
Dean’s answer takes a while.

“Yeah,” He says softly. “Did you?”

“Yes, plenty.“

Castiel doesn’t know what to ask, but Dean goes first.

“Did you ever think about kissing me?”

When Cas looks to his side, Dean is looking at him. He can’t help but smile because of the flower crown in Dean’s hair and the expecting, nervous look on his sun kissed face.

“Yes.” Cas admits.

“Okay.” Dean seems happy, proud even. “I- uh, kinda thought about that too. Few times.”
He doesn’t look away from Cas, who feels frozen in place. Dean sits up and leans in, a little unsure as he places his hand besides Castiel’s head. “Should we, uh-”

“Yes.” Castiel repeats, but he feels out of breath as Dean’s freckled nose moves closer and Dean lightly bumps it against his.

His lips taste as sweet as the air of spring, filling Cas with colorful butterflies, saturating him with warm happiness. He expectantly leans in and pulls himself closer to Dean, to savor more of those plump lips. Dean’s hand is still next to his head in the grass, his other tracing an invisible line over Cas’ arm.

Castiel’s own hands find a place on his lower back, and Dean smiles against his lips. They pull away. breaths full of each other.

“This okay?” Cas asks, though Dean’s smile says everything.

“Very okay.” Dean hums, already leaning back in.

Castiel now pulls himself up and turns them around, carefully rolling Dean onto his back in the grass and flowers. Dean’s crown is still somehow on his head.

Cas kisses him again and realizes Dean even tastes like nature. Fresh and new and delicate, yet anciently rough and strong. The perfect balance, having Castiel amazed with every new second he kisses and tastes.

He gently takes Dean’s bottom lip before Dean makes a soft sound and takes Cas’ lip in his own, glad to pull him closer, deeper into that feeling they’re so new to.

Maybe spring fever got them both hypnotized, but they forgot about their schoolwork, everything they had to do.
Dean is running his fingers through Castiel’s hair, pulls him close until they’re both completely out of breath. One moment Castiel is on top, testing and trying Dean out, the other moment Dean is hovering over Castiel, careful and hesitant though knowing how to make him surrender.

The spots of sunlight through those leafs create a magical feeling, as if they did stop time and are all alone, with no one else in the world.

Maybe both of them have waited too long for this to end already, maybe they only now realize how much they wanted, they needed this.

It could’ve been hours before Dean softly pulls way one last time, rolling on the grass next to him.

For a moment, he’s quiet, then his fingers reach for Castiel’s.

“I meant it.” He says.

“What?” Cas frowns.

“As long as you’re with me, I wouldn’t mind being homeless.”

Castiel smiles and squeezes Dean’s fingers.
“Even though I agree, I think doing some more homework is a better idea.”
It takes them a little more time to get back to work, but after a while, the books are reopened and they try to focus.
But with their new experiences of each other, the rest of the afternoon isn’t that bad after all.

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thanks to @ruintoronto for giving me some inspo to write some dad!shawn even though this legitimately sucks and it didn’t turn out how i hoped it would also ik it isn’t exactly what you wanted so im sorry 

feedback always makes my day <3 

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“Mummy look at the clouds!” your 4 year old daughter Ava yelled, earning a quiet shush from you as she continued to stare out the small window of the plane. “But mum I wanna show Vicky!” she whined, attempting to reach over you to gain the attention of her twin sister who was happily watching a movie with her headphones on. You watched as Ava tried to get her sister’s attention multiple times but each time she called her name, she was ignored.

“She’s trying to watch a show baby,” you said “Why don’t you watch a movie on my iPad?” you handed her your iPad along with some headphones but she refused. “What about getting some sleep?” you suggested, earning another head shake from the little girl. Ava was a stubborn girl like you and when she wanted something she won’t give up until she gets it and right now, she wants to talk to her sister who was in the seat next to you, trying to watch a movie.

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Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so… this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3


You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.

You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.

The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.

Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

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Sexual Tension - Bucky Barnes x Reader - Chapter 6

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader!

Word count: 2.2K

Warning: little different than usual, lots of curse words and lots of fighting but it’s petty cute fights and shows how close they are and how much they love each other, ok?????/?/?/?/?/?/ thanks !!!


more notes lol: WAS going to do a horrible angst fic, THEN was going to do a loki soulmate one, NOW IM UPDATING SEXUAL TENSION
Also request are open! I’m open to anything as long as it’s not morally wrong but YK I’m open to a lot of things !! (;



The last thing you expected was spending you day off with your professor. You didn’t necessarily complain about it though, you both completely cancelled any plans for the day and just hung out around your apartment. At first it was fun and games, until you both fought like 5 year olds and almost burned the whole building down.

“I wanted to make us breakfast! I’m not good at this stuff!” Your hands raise in the air for defense against the laughing man across from you.

“You didn’t have to tell me that! I already knew!” He pointed to the pan on the stove before bending over in laughter.

“I’m sorry! This didn’t goes as planned!” You dragged your hands to the side of your head in frustration while eyeing down your now crying guest and burnt eggs. He finally stopped laughing before covering his smile with his hands and pointing at the ‘food’.

“Did you come to that conclusion from the fact that everything was just on fire?”

You had to admit, you were a bit grumpy but maybe it was leftover mood from when he took your whole queen sized bed from you earlier that morning.

“I swear to god James if you don’t give me at least 5% of my bed, I’m making you sleep on the floor!” Half of your body was falling off the bed, if it weren’t for his grip on your waist, you’d be on the cold hard ground.

“Just make me your mattress, babe.” His arms pulled you to the point where your whole body was laying on top of his, and he wasn’t the definition of comfortable, or at least not in the position.


You had to admit, you have no idea what put you both in such a childish mood. It may have made the day funnier but overall it was you both just bickering over stupid, petty things like an old couple on a hot summer day.

“I thought you said you were going to do the dishes for me.” Your arms rested on your hips as you focused your gaze at the man. He didn’t move an inch, he was too fixated on playing the video game you offered him an hour earlier.

“I thought you said that since I’m your guest you would do them?” His eyes didn’t leave the screen, he was too busy trying to win the round.

“Well, you fucking thought wrong, pretty boy.” A smile played on your lips as you threw the towel at his head, covering his eyes and making him lose.

“Seriously?? I would have won the trophy!”

Although it was funny to see him whine and do your chores, the aftermath was horrible. You hated it and boy did he enjoy ever second of it.

“How dare you do that to me!” You dramatically tossed the controller onto the group before ripping the blanket off of Bucky and pulling it over your head in despair.

“It’s a game, (Y/N), besides you made me lose not even 30 minutes ago by tossing a dirty rag in my face.” You felt his arms tug the thick blanket surrounding you but you wouldn’t budge. You refused to move until he apologized for doing something so horrible to you.

“It’s not just a game! You hit me with a red shell as soon as I was going to cross the finish line! I would have been first! It’s not fair!” Your knees touched your chest as you complained in a kid-like fashion.

“Aw come here, let me comfort you.” His arms found your hips hidden beneath the covers before lifting your body and pulling you into his lap.

“Not until you say sorry!” His hands found the opening of the blanket and tugged on it until he found your face. Your head poked out in disgust before crawling back to the other side of the couch.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N). It’s Mario Kart. Also are you going to completely avoid the fact that there were 4 rounds and you beat me in every round but the last one because I hit you with that shell? Overall you still won!” He was laughing as he tried to pull you back towards him by your feet.

“Say sorry!”

The asshole never said sorry. Yeah, so what if you won, but 4-0 is so much better than 3-1. You weren’t going to let him have it. So what did you do? Tried your best to annoy him.

“Can you please stop!” His hands were holding his head. He was trying to read this forum for his job while it was silent in the room, but you wouldn’t let him have it. Well, not until he apologize to you. You stopped for a moment before staring at him with a smirk, taking a sip from the straw in your drink.

He smiled in a sigh of relief from the silence you gave him. “Thank you!”

“99 bottles of beer on the wall! 99 bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around! 98 bottles of beer on the wall!” Off-key, man was your tone so off-key, but who cared? Well, clearly he did. That’s really all you needed though. While singing the song loudly, a smile played on your lips.


After that whole fiasco, it led you and him to your currently clingy and youthful mood. It was a silent hour of just cuddling on your couch with legs intertwined. You both were scrolling down multiple social media pages on your cellular devices without speaking a word. The silence eventually killed him, so he tried to start a civil conversation. Of course, it turned out to be just another stupid arguement.

"Did you watch the news today?” His face was inches from yours, his hot breath hitting your lips. The side of your mouth tugged up, giving him a smirk.

“Was it about you apologizing for cheating in Mario kart?” You shifted your body, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“No, I didn’t even chea-“ Small wrinkles formed as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and defense.

“Then I don’t care, go fuck yourself.” Letting go of your close hold on him, only to ignore whatever he was saying to continue scrolling over old photos on Facebook.

His hand snatched the device from your hand and stared at the thing that was taking your attention away from him. He made a face of anger, confusion and a pinch of jealousy. It was a photo of you and a guy, he seemed around the same age as you. Dark brown hair, green eyes and gripping hands around your waist. You both were smiling to your hearts content with arms linking around each other.

“Who the fuck is he?” His wrist turned, allowing you to see the familiar photo.

“Oh god, James. You sure will be the death of me.” You grabbed the phone and clicked the tag on the ’mysterious’ man in the photo, his profile soon popped up. “Scott Lang, he’s my cousin.”

“Sure he is!” His arm slide under your back before pulling you closer to him in a dominant and overprotective way. “I know how you have a thing for men who are tall, with dark hair and light eyes!”

“Bloody hell, James. That’s my cousin! You know what, to prove it to you, I’ll call him right now!” You exited out of Facebook before clicking your contacts and typing in his name.

“How will I know if it’s actually him?”

“Dude, I’ll let you see the contact photo and name.”

“Don’t you dude me.” You rolled your eyes before clicking Scotts contact and practically shoving the device in his face.

“Look, look. Scott Lang. Cousin! And….. dialing!”

While the phone started to ring, you hit speaker and lifted it between you and Bucky so he could hear the conversation. It rung a few more times before a click was heard and a familiar voice came through.


“Hey Scotty!” A huge smile was spread onto your face as you heard the voice of your favorite cousin.

“Oh hey, (Y/N). Wow, I haven’t talked to you in ages! Sure is reassuring to hear your voice.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing! I was just wanting to ask a quick question!”

“Oh yeah? Ask away.” Scott was always so open to things, that’s why you loved him so much.

“We’re first cousins, right? Like my mom and your dad are siblings, right?” A giggle escaped your lips before you quickly covered your mouth with a hand.

“Uh…. yeah? Did you forget or something?” The confusion in his voice was noticeable, and man did you find that hilarious.

“Oh no, I was just looking at old photos and someone happened to see the photo of us two and claimed you were my boyfriend, or significant other or something.”

“Oh, yikes. No, we’re cousins, if that… person is listening.” His award tone rung through the phone, you sure did miss how awkward he is.

“Oh he is, thanks Scotty! By the way, we gotta meet up soon. I miss you a lot, bud. Talk to you later?”

The call soon ended with small goodbyes. You lifted yourself from the couch before eyeing down the embarrassed James. You took your leg and placed it over his body and straddled him.

“Men who are tall, with dark hair and light eyes, huh? I’ll give you that. I’m a sucker for anything, though.” The same smirk from before was visible on your lips, you leaned your body down to where your faces were centimeters apart.

“Don’t act like I don’t know what type of men you like, just compare the similarities between me and Jacob Mcevoy and you’ll have it all down. I don’t know why but you act like every man with those characteristics are gods most beautiful creations.”

“James McAvoy. It’s not that hard you know? But… do you want to know what’s truly beautiful?” You poked your finger against his chest as he let out a small chuckle. His hands lifted to your sides before slowly caressing your skin and settling at your hips.

“Oh lord, don’t be cheesy and say it’s me.” He gave you a cheeky smile while a tint of pink rises to his face.

“Good because was going to say Tom Hiddleston. Tall, oh boy is he tall. Dark-ish hair, depends on what movie your watching, and his beautiful blue eyes. What I’d give just to be in the same room as that man.” You dramatically sat up and set your hands on his chest lightly. Your eyes were wide with a sparkling sensation, obviously trying to tick off the man beneath you. His whole smile dropped, you could feel his irritation radiate off his skin.

“At this point I should just go talk to myself in the mirror instead of talking to you, it’s the only way I can have a intelligent conversation, I mean clearly I’m more attracted than Jacob Mcevoy or Ron Littleston.”

“Littleston is probably the most ironic name you could give him.” You chuckled at your own little innuendo before continuing. “And go ahead, I don’t care what you think!”

“Oh really?” The grip on your waist was still there and getting harder by the second. Within seconds he pulled you back down to his body with a playful look.

“Yeah, I find it hard to relate with people who pronounce the ‘g’ in lasagna.”

'Easy.’ You thought to yourself.

“Um, excuse me. Aren’t you the one who pronounces bologna like buh-log-nuh?”

'Damnit! Never mind.’ You thought giggling to yourself, overlooking this whole situation and seeing how dumb you both were. It’s like you guys were made for each other.


“So we’re even, right?” “Mhmm”

Your face found its way to the crook of his neck while you let out the approving hum. His hands ran up to the top of your back and to the bottom while your hands massaged his scalp by playing with his hair.

“Good, because I may or may not have been invited to a family dinner in a few days and I’m bringing you as my date so they’ll stop bugging me about Dolores.” You lifted your head before staring into his eyes.

“Aw! Are you, James Buchanan Barnes, asking me out?”

“You know what? I’ll take it back! I’m sure Dolores would love to come with me.” He began to sit up and lifted you off of him, before he had the chance you pushed him back down and sat in the same position as before.

“There is no way in hell I’d let you go with Dolores, I’d feel too bad!” His hands found his way back to your bottom and back.

“So, you’ll go with me right? You’ll have to dress up all fancy, if you don’t have anything like that I can buy you something.” His tone went from joking to serious, you knew your best option was to go with him. You were always there for him, you would always support him. If that meant possibly embarrassing yourself in front of his entire family; then so be it. If you’re going to be an embarrassing mess then you’ll be his embarrassing mess.

“No. I have this dress I got for my last birthday that’ll work. So yeah, I’ll go. Anything for you, James.” Your comment made his teeth shine. You couldn’t help it, as much as you both fought and bickered, you loved him too much. You’d never want to put him in harms way.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

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Dad! Jeonghan.

Originally posted by jeonghney-archive

  • you guessed it bitch
  • you is pregnant
  • honestly tho jeonghans family would be so fucking PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL LIFE IS SO UNFAIR
  • ngl he’d set a certain amount of kids to have
  • won’t follow it lmao you guys have too many sexy times i laUGH
  • has a good 3 or 4
  • only wanted 1 tbh
  • but yeAH
  • ngl he’d also be low-key stressed when you tell him you’re having the first one
  • it would happen during when SVT’s active as shit so he’s all like ‘will thE BABY EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?!’
  • he sits there for a good 5 minutes
  • he just holds you back by your legs
  • like
  • is literally hugging the back of them
  • you turn around and look down and he literally is an angel
  • he has this hopeful smile and somehow that itself is enough to stop you crying
  • “i know that I’m busy with my job but nothing will ever top my current priority that is you and our child.”
  • you cry
  • hell even I’m fucking crying
  • he ends up pulling you down into his lap and you cry for a good half an hour and I’m sorry for making you such an overemotional person but just for the sake of the au ok I’m sorry ILY
  • boy whispers a ton of sweet nothings into your ear and you’re hella reassured that he isn’t gonna go anywhere
  • my heart is acc in pain
  • i feel as if jeongHAN WOULD BE the good ass liar when you’d be pregnant like you’d ask ‘babe am i fat?’
  • ‘you’re carrying a proof of our love, sweetie, you’re only full of our future :))))))))’
  • he’d have a savage partner during the time of pregnancy bc hormones
  • ‘dino you’re not my baby anymore’
  • dino: *is relieved and thanks you bc he’s tired of his hyung’s shit*
  • wilL take you anywhere and everywhere w him bc he only trusts himself
  • s.coups: “jeonghan, we’re only practicing, whats y/n doing here?”
  • jeonghan: “she was bored :)))))))”
  • you in the corner: “LIES”
  • its also cute in a way bc during breaks from practice, he’ll squeeze his head on your lap (the space that isn’t covered by your bump) hella carefully and shit talk about being a better singer than all of the vocal unit
  • woozi exiles him
  • you get all cute and motherly w vocal unit too like they always have something or the other prepped for you whenever they’re told that you’re coming along
  • seungkwan will sing some fine ass song to the bump and jeonghan pushes him to the side and overlays seungkwans voice w his bc ‘its mY CHILD BITCH, FITE ME’
  • but yeah seokmin always has a tea or cordial juice prepared and y’all are the acc only normal pair w no drama like he literally just asks if you and the baby have been doing ok and its like a literal mothers meeting 
  • on the DL whilst jeonghan is busy, the bump has exclusive access to the songs that have been picked for the comeback by uncle woozi like he’ll extend the earphone head thingy and he’ll just hold it to your bump and I’m writing more about svt than jeONGHAN FFS
  • i forgot to say that even tho jeonghan was dramatic at the announcement of his first child
  • boo you better know now that this guy’s laid-back as shit
  • even tho he has a band on your back at all times
  • would carry you in his arms if he could
  • he acc did like one time it rained and he waS LIKE NO I CANNOT LET YOU SLIp and y’all were also on the way to the clinic for an ultrasound so this extra ass boy literally carries you bridal style ffs i better have me a jeonghan when I’m pregnant
  • acc turns out to be more stressed out than you when you’re in labour but doesnt show it like he knows he gotta be calm for his boo otherwise it’ll all turn into a shit show and he’ll be screwed
  • he’ll honestly be a worry wart in his head whilst you’re actually giving birth like he’ll regret making you go through all this pain just to give birth to his child and
  • once he hears that shrill little cry of a baby, he tears up
  • he kisses the hell out of your perspiring face and just thanks you a shit ton bc your babys finally here and he’s just so damn thankful
  • lmao not when your baby ends up screaming at 4 in the morning for some milk
  • y’all had a girl btw, she grows to be aphrodite bc well her dads basically a gOD W THAT PRETTY FACE OF HIS JEONGHAN YOU HURT ME
  • jeonghan will honestly be the dad version of that one mum who will brag the shit out of their kids
  • not about achievements, about how good looking his children came out to be
  • remember when i said y’all have four kids at the beginning???
  • will have a cuddle/sleep night from a long day of making that money
  • he’s like in the middle of the bed and your litter of children just snuggle up to him 
  • that picture stays on the living room wall for even your grandkids to see
  • so cutE I CRI
  • will bless the childrens ears from birth with his heavenly voice
  • instead of brushing their teeth, dad!jeonghan stands behind his litter and raises his voice by each octave, his children following his lead w their toothbrushes at the side of their mouth
  • he and joshua shit talk about vocal unit and their kids
  • not in the mean way tho lmao they’ll do that thing where they’ll be at the svt family reunion and will emphasise about how the rest of vocal unit are whipped for their kids (lmao as if they aren’t already)
  • seungkwan cackles in the bg as jeonghan follows one from his litter bc apparently dino’s kid denied the fact that they were their baby
  • will most likely be the dad to have all types of connections if their child wishes to go into a certain career path
  • “you’re sure you don’t want me to call this uncle up? they have some great things that they can offer-” “daD NO” “fine.”
  • will also be shut down by his kids quite a lot w savage remarks
  • will not bow down to the spawn that he helped create
  • it becomes a war of savagery where relations are forgotten
  • his kids will also learn to cheat a lot
  • jeonghan gets a taste of his own medicine in monopoly
  • jeonghan’s partner: “jeonghan you literally cheat right in front of them and tell them tricks and tips on how to do so i’m-”
  • also
  • with such immense beauty comes immense confessions of love
  • you better think right that when a bf of his daughter’s comes home for the first time that he’ll be whistling like he’s in no ones business and simply swinging a kiddy bat in a circle
  • jeonghan’s partner: “jeonghan he’s literally 8 and here on a play date”
  • jeonghan: eXACTLY, emPHASIS ON ‘DATE’”
  • that little boy also happens to be one of seungcheol’s kids so its not really coincidental that when baby cheol goes home, its at that time that jeonghan receives a call from cheol
  • oh yeah 
  • will sooooooOoOoOoOoOo be the dad that all the girls and even some boys crush on in high school
  • expect a sexy ass montage clip with the window rolled down and a hand going through his freshly dyed hair bc jeonghan doesnt believe in grey ones
  • 15 year old bb girl jeonghan rolls her eyes and thumps her dads head before exiting the vehicle
  • “the disRESPEKT”
  • i feel as if this is shorter than dad!seungcheol but yeah, for years to come will jeonghan be boasting about his children going on to become great things
  • THE END :)

Everyone keeps asking me about my SS story and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to post about it but tbh it’s taking me this long to wrap my mind around the idea that it actually happened to me!!! (Also I’m sorry this ended up being so long??? I really didn’t think I would have this much to say lol) 

So it all started on Oct 19th at around 9:30 am I was scrolling through my feed before I left for work and all of a sudden I heard the IM alert go off and saw the notification from Taylor Nation. It took me three times to read through it and realize it was REAL and not just one of those fake accounts. My dad was sitting in front of me and all of sudden I shot up from my seat and started freaking out, he seriously had no idea what was going and jokingly said “What did Taylor like something of yours again?!” And I was like “No no no this is her people contacting me asking me for my phone number!!” I was basically in shock the rest of the day and literally couldn’t keep my hands off my phone. Finally around 2pm I saw a NY number calling me and immediately answered it and heard Natalie from TN’s voice. We talked for a good 3-5 minutes and she said Taylor wanted to invite me to a special event on Sunday the 22nd (3 days away!!) and asked if I was willing to make the drive down to LA (its like 5 hours away from where I live), I immediately said yes and knew there was no way in hell I would miss this opportunity. After getting off the phone with TN I was rushed with tons of different emotions. I was extremely ecstatic, in shock, denial, and tbh I even felt a little guilty (weird right?) that it was happening to me and I couldn’t share the experience with anyone else. 


When I got to where we were all suppose to meet, I checked in with TN and immediately had so much anxiety, thankfully I met @ithinkiamfinallyswift @redlipclassic91 and @cryslovestaylor right off the bat and we all instantly clicked. (seriously love you girls and so glad I got to experience this night with you girls.) 

ANYWHO after we got loaded up into the these buses we were driven up to Taylor’s house, where we were led into her back yard and I kid you not when I say it was the most magical experience. The sun was starting to set behind a few palm trees and we were all out by her pool. There was tons of food spread out on three or four different tables (and the cutest REP cookies and special REP M&Ms). She had the BEST smelling candles with speciality labels with reputation & the SS date printed on each one of them. (Cutest details ever). We all hangout in the backyard for a while, admiring her gorgeous pool, eating food, mingling, Tree was out there talking to fans for a good while as well. 

Eventually it was time for us to head inside. We barley had a chance to even sit down and get settled before Taylor came out from one of the rooms, she immediately said she had friends with her and Jack Antonoff, Danielle and Alana Haim, and Ruby Rose all came out and joined us in her living room..casual right? 

Taylor made her way to the front of the room, saying hi to everyone. She explained what the night was going to entail and how we had all gotten picked. She explained the meaning or inspiration behind each and every song on reputation, when LWYMMD she asked us if we all wanted to get up and dance.. obviously we did. I remember her running over to where our little group was and started dancing with us, she booty bumped with Kimani and danced with her before she spotted me and came over to me and started GRINDED on me??? Me??? THIS ISN’T EVEN AN EXAGGERATION, HER BUTT WAS UP AGAINST MY WAIST AND WE WERE DANCING TOGETHER. It wasn’t until the song stopped until I realized that it had actually happened and one of the girls was like “OMFG KENDRA THAT HAPPENED” dead.  I SWEAR TO GOD THIS HAS TO BE ON FILM SOMEWHERE. We watched her cute little self struggle with technology before we got a sneak peek at the …RFI MV and we all died the two times she showed it to us. THEN, we listened to the rest of reputation, and I wish I could put into words how truly amazing this album is. I loved watching Taylor as she reacted to our reaction to each parts of different songs or lyrics. 

I took away SO much from Sunday night but one big thing was that Taylor is honestly SO happy and SO proud of this album. 

Our group photo came first and Taylor welcomed us into the room, giving the four of us each another hug before bringing us into a huddle. Taylor walked us over to the LWYMMD throne and said: “So we basically have to make this the best group picture in all of history”. She handed me the phone and told me to act sassy and then insisted she didn’t want to be in the middle of the throne and set us up before we all posed.

When it was my turn, she ran up to me saying, “Kendra? Ken- Kenny? Is it okay iif I call you that?!” I was beyond shook at this point and Taylor looked at me and started laughing. “Yeah, that was a bit more stalkery than you thought huh? I stalked you pretty hard for about a year or so. That’s kinda embarrassing huh?” She pulled me in for a hug and the thing about Taylor never pulling away first from a hug is 100% accurate. After we pulled away she looked at me and shook her head. “Wow it’s so nice to finally hug you!” She said before grabbing both of my hands. I told her how this was 11 years in the making and she had the audacity to thank me for sticking by her for 11 years. I told her about jingle ball among other things and how I loved her shoes 🤦🏼‍♀️ There was a million other things I wanted to say in that moment but literally my mind went blank. 

Taylor made me feel so at home and so special Sunday night and it’s definitely something I’ll never forget. I’m so thankful for this opportunity that I never imagined could ever happen to me. I’m also sooo thankful for all the new friends I met and got to experience this with. ❤️

A rant about YouTubers

 We live in the 21st century and everybody is free to state their opinion. It is mature and wise to scroll down, ignore or criticize constructively any thoughts you don’t agree with, whatever they might be. I am about to rant in a way I should’ve done a while ago. I feel like more people than they’d like to admit think this way and honestly I have no problem in doing this for them. I would also give names because what’s the point of sending indirects when you’re criticizing something anyway? So the only thing I’d be willing to say sorry for is if I hurt anyone’s feelings. It’s 100% not my intention to hit anybody right in their hearts, so if I do, I hope you forgive me. That said, let’s get on with the rant. 

For the past 1-2 years, I have not been enjoying YouTube. I’m aware that many people have been saying the exact same thing (check fireflysuggs on Instagram), but I want to explain why. I feel like, nowadays, there are 3 types of YouTubers I can easily pin down, all of them with examples.

1. Zoella. Zoe has been recieving some really harsh comments lately, and honestly it hurts to say that, at this point, I don’t even know if she deserves it or not. Bare in mind, she does not deserve pointless, bullshit kind of hate, I am talking about those people who stopped watching her because her videos got repetitive and boring. I kind of agree with that last part. Her content is mainly long hauls that make me want to stop watching within 5 minutes. She cracks a few jokes every now and then, but there’s somthing about her videos now that make me not want to click on them. There are no twists, no funny moments, no original content. It’s like sitting there watching a woman talking about beauty products most people can’t even afford or get their hands into for 20 minutes. No, that’s actually what it is. I still love some of her videos tho, mainly her collabs with Mark. But even her videos with Joe (I’m talking about the last one: ) seem quite boring to me. It’s like her videos are a flat line, when a few years ago they were a rollercoaster. And I feel like most people subscribe to her or are still subscribed because she’s Zoella, which is kind of sad. 

However, she’s worked really hard on her channel throughout the years and she surely deserves all the subscriber she has.

2. Alfie Deyes, Bethany Mota. These are the kind of YouTubers that, in my humble opinion, do not deserve to keep gaining money from making videos. For God’s sake, Alfie’s main channel has been dead for 4 months. Bethany still uploads every now and then, but her videos are not genuine anymore. It just gives the impression that she only uploads for money. Before you jump at my neck and detach it from my body, I know Alfie still posts vlogs. All I’m saying is that they should not be making money out of something they don’t use anymore. Specially Alfie, in this case. All in all, I think they should make money depending on how often they upload. 

3. Jim Chapman. I really do like Jim, and it hurst to say that his videos have become my least favourite kind of content: look at how fabulous my life is, I want to share it with everyone. Honestly, he’s now living the good life and working with really important fashion brands because of YouTube. I feel like many YouTubers forget the reason why they’re famous now. Tyler Oakley’s content has also been annoying me lately, although he makes me laugh like fucking crazy and I just can’t hate him even if they paid me. 

And then, believe it or not, there are still some genuine YouTubers out there who actually do it because they love it or they just really want to help others. Some of them actually have real jobs outside the screen. The only one I can think of is Louise Pentland ( but if you guys know some more, I think you should share them with everybody.

The conclussion I’ve reached is not really satisfying. As a hard working young adult, it grinds my gears every time I go on Instagram and Caspar Lee is on a fucking plane again. Off to some dreamy paradise for like a month with no worries on his mind because all he does is post a video a week no longer than 10 minutes (at least he’s original, I’ll give him that). 

To be fucking honest, I don’t think YouTube should moneticise videos. I could only imagine how many people would stop posting if that happened. No one should gain more than a hard-working, sacrifying human being who actually spends his/her 12 hours at work five days a week. As you can probably tell, I am completely fed up, and that’s why I unsubscribed and stopped watching most people’s videos, even those I’ve been following for the past years.

As hard as it might sound, in your working life, you will proabably earn /are earning less money a month than these people, and all they do is…well, nothing. I have made videos before (I have not posted any of them) and it literally takes me 1 day to film and edit all together. What do they do for the rest of the week? My favourite part is when they don’t upload in time. Like wow, I didn’t know that not doing anything all day was so time consuming.

Fascinating, just fascinating. 

found you.

Based off this AU.

words: 1,817

rating: Fluff fluff fluffy AU (I’m thinking about making more out of this AU so tell me what y’all think)

summary: A world where when you write something on your skin with pen/marker/whatever the hell you want, it will show up on your soul mates skin as well. Yugyeom’s favourite part of the day is watching small doodles and lines show up on his skin, hoping to one day decipher your scribbles and be able to find you.

Yugyeom watched as lines began to surface on his forearm once again. You were obviously bored, wherever you were, because it was a new piece that carried on for ages. He watched, hypnotised as you drew a fairy and surrounded her with intricate patterns and flowers. He watched as you drew the one flower that made it’s way into every piece you drew.

A lily.

He had pieced together bits and pieces about your life and who you were. You were an art student somewhere in Korea, itching to become a tattoo artist. He discovered this as you scribbled down your art history homework on your arm before writing a reminder to ask Hyungwon for the name of the tattoo parlour looking to hire. Yugyeom had frowned when he saw another boy’s name but shook his head as he prayed that you would write down the name of a shop and he’d be able to find you.

He had tried meeting you before, writing locations on the back of his hand, hoping you would see it and realise. But you never came. You had somehow assumed it was an old reminder, completely forgetting the fact that every time you marked your skin, you marked his too.

He himself was a bit of an artist as well, although he prefered dance. He would add little details to your pieces here and there, allowing you the reminder that he was out there and waiting.

You knew he was there. Adding things, giving you reminders. But you were scared. Scared that he wouldn’t be satisfied with the broke aspiring tattoo artist you were. Scared that he wouldn’t be everything you dreamed of. So you pretended to be oblivious.

After a while, Yugyeom gave up on trying to trick you into meeting him and just tried to meet you by chance. Hoping that the supermarket you were going to was the one near his dance studio or that you bought your paints from the same store his friend Jackson worked in. No such luck.

You began to make your reminders a little bit more specific, as if understanding somehow that he was trying to find you.

Breakfast @ Kwang’s Noodle Palace with KiKwang.

Buy new pens @ Kinokuniya by Bingsu Barn.

You would linger a little longer after paying the bill or pretend to not see your pens as you circled the familiar store for the umpteenth time, hoping to run into him.

No such luck.

Years began to pass as you continued to scribble along your skin here and there. It had become a routine for him, watching you aimlessly doodle. You continued to watch as he added himself into your pieces, taking pictures of the final products for your boss at the tattoo parlour. You love how he signed his initials next to yours. KYG.

KYG. Three letters which belonged to someone who could change your life forever.

Your move from Busan to Seoul had been a quick one, and you thrived on being independent. You were doing what you loved and you loved where you were headed. What if KYG was controlling? Or misogynistic? Or unsupportive of your dreams?

You shook your head as you walked through the coldness of autumn to the shop, rushing past others on their way to work.

“Y/N!” Your boss and piercing expert, Im Jaebum, called, “You’re here!”

“Yah! Sorry I’m late, the train was packed this morning so I decided to wait for the next one.”

“No worries.” He pushed his chair back, “Could you man the front desk for a bit? I have to go pick up my little brother. He wants an industrial but is too pussy to come here on his own.”

“Yep, sure.”

“Cool, you’ll like him. Youngjae is pretty cute.”

“You say that about all your brothers. The artsy one, the music one, the dancey one, the martial artsy one. They’re all cute, I get it. It was a common trait in your foster home.” You laughed.

“Don’t sass me, girl. I do pay you.” Jaebum grinned before ducking out of the shop to pick up his brother.

“Next appointment is…” You mumbled to yourself, hoping to get some designing time in, “4pm, Jeon Jungkook.”

You internally danced at the four hours of free time you now had to decorate your arms with. Your designs were by far the most popular and you needed to produce new one.

“What shall our centrepiece be today?” You bit your lip and flipped through the animal and mythical creature designs, “Mermaid it is then.”

You began to lightly sketch the mermaid in the centre of your forearm with the carbon paper. You stopped mid sketch, and decided to put supposed Mr. Right to the test.

“Let’s see if you notice what’s missing, jagi.”

You rubbed the lily off and replaced it with a magnolia, continuing your design until the ink had finally dried on your skin.

Yugyeom was at the dance studio with Jungkook and Bobby when he began to see faint lines appear on his forearm once again.

“What are you painting for me today, my love?” He whispered as he continued to watch your masterpiece come to life. He loved watching you create, it was his favourite part of the day. It meant that you were well and alive somewhere in Korea, doing what you loved. He could just imagine you sitting at your desk, with your tongue out in concentration. He could feel that you were one of those people.

“You should bring your soulmate’s designs to the tattoo parlour I’m going to later.” Jungkook said, “They may just hire her.”

“Last time I checked she has a really good job. Her salary is more that you’ve ever earned.”

“Salty!” Bobby chided, “Jungkook was just making a suggestion, kid.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s finish this routine, then we can go watch Kookie squirm under the needle.”

“You should get one too!” Jungkook bounced on the balls of his feet, “Something significant to you.”

Yugyeom shook his head, “Not without her permission.”

“So ask her. There’s bound to be a pen somewhere.”

“It’s okay. I’d prefer to ask her in person. Then she can tattoo me herself.”

“You guys will be one of the the most artistic couples I know. A tattoo artist and a dancer. Your kids will be so creative Van Gogh will have a run for his money.” Bobby laughed before turning the music on once more, “Alright then. 5, 6, 5, 6, 7, 8…”

You had finished your mermaid piece and was awaiting any amendments made by him. He would notice right? He had been watching you sketch for almost your whole life, he had to know.

You remembered the first time you sketched on your skin. It was senior year of high school, and you had been bored in your Spanish class, no dar una cogida. You had been scrolling through tumblr, looking at tattoo designs for your friend. You spotted an intricate design of a lily of the valley and immediately needed to mark your skin with the design. So you did.

Once you had finished, you noticed a word below your art piece.


He had to remember. It was your first encounter with the man on the other side.

After two hours of staring at the piece on your arm, you noticed a lily being sketched at the bottom of the portrait, making you smile.

He knew. He knew what was missing.

Maybe it was time to let him in. Maybe it was time for you to allow him the luxury of being yours.

Yugyeom traced his attempt at a lily at the bottom of your new design with a sharpie, slightly upset that he hadn’t done it as well as you would have.

“Sorry, love, never going to be as nice as yours.” He blew on the wet ink and lay down on Jungkook’s couch.

“Yah! Jeon Jungkook!” Heol, Jungkook’s girlfriend yelled, “You better pick a nice design. I’ll be stuck with it forever as well.”

“Well, there goes my forehead dick tattoo idea.” He grinned at her cheekily before looking at his friend, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah.” Yugyeom smirked, more than ready to watch Jungkook hold back tears as he got his and his girlfriend’s names tattooed over his heart.

“Are you sure I’ll be okay?”

“My brother makes a shit ton of money off his tattoo parlour. You’re lucky he even squeezed you in, pabo.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. You know this is just nerves speaking.”

“Mhmm. Suck it up.” Yugyeom ran his hand through his blonde hair, “At least your pain tolerance is better than Youngjae’s. Jaebum said he had never heard anyone scream as loud as him when he pierced his ear.”

“Oh lord.”

“Don’t pussy out now. You promised yourself you would do this.”

“Right. No turning back now.”

The pair pushed their way into JB’s tattoo shop, heading to the front desk where they found Yugyeom’s foster brother.

“Hm, the artist went to buy lunch for us, so she’ll be a while.”

“She?” Jungkook gulped, “Is she goo-”

“The best.” Jaebum answered firmly, “One of the best artists I’ve ever met.”

“Okay, okay.”

“You can check out her designs if you want. The book is somewhere in the pile on the table.”

Jungkook picked up the first book, which contained the designs for lettering, “It’s okay, I’ll just look for the font I like the best.”

Yugyeom’s curiosity to see how good this artist supposedly was compared to his girl caused him to grab the book under Jungkook’s. He made himself comfortable on one of the loveseats in the waiting area and read the front cover.

Y/N’s designs.

“Y/N.” Yugyeom murmured, “What a pretty name.”

He opened the book and froze. This piece looked so familiar. From the sharp edges of the vampire queen’s teeth to the lily at the bottom of the page. He frantically flipped through the book and found every single design you had designed together with your initials next to his near the bottom.

The door to the shop opened, “Yo boss man, they didn’t have your go to order so I just got you the beef fiesta burrito.”

There you were in all your glory, tight black jeans, Ramones t-shirt and black boots.

“Y/N.” Yugyeom stood up from the seat.

“Hello there…” You tried not to drool at the insanely attractive boy in front of you.

“This is my brother, Yugyeom, and his friend Jungkook. You’ll be doing a piece for him today.”

“Nice to meet you, Yugyeom,” You loved how his name rolled off your tongue.

You stretched your inked arm out to shake his hand, only to be met with a hand connected to an arm with the same exact design. You looked up at him and gaped as he grinned.

“Found you.”

AUSTON MATTHEWS —> Part 1: Don’t Push It
requested: nope

a/n: okay so this is a little confusing but the normal text is like current and the italicized text is from the night before. hopefully it’s obvious that the bold text is text messages lol.

warnings: swearing      
** ** ** ** ** **
you sat on the couch, listening to your phone vibrate over and over again as you chose to ignore it; you knew who it was anyways. last night was, without a doubt, the worst night of your life and you weren’t forgiving or talking to anyone anytime soon. you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything else other than sadness and heartbroken-ness, if that’s even a word. it had been almost twelve hours and you still had tears streaming down your face, still refusing to wipe the makeup off your face that once looked spectacular. your racing thoughts hadn’t allowed you to sleep after what happened and you really couldn’t force yourself off the couch, so you continued to sit and sob your heart out.

       you walked into the club as you waited for your boyfriend, auston, to arrive from his game. you both agreed to meet at your favorite bar after his game and you were ready for a night of fun after realizing he had scored the game winning goal in OT. you walked over to your usual spot and ordered a few drinks and checked your watch, suddenly realizing auston was a half hour late, until you heard a familiar voice. you whipped your head around and your eyes locked on auston, who had his hand on a big-breasted, blonde girls ass, neither of which have noticed you yet.

        you finally looked at your phone, getting annoyed at how many times it was vibrating. you had 13 missed calls and 67 missed text messages from auston within the past twelve hours. the last thing you wanted to do was talk to him, or anyone for that matter. you were currently off the grid; you hadn’t told anyone where you went or what you were doing last night besides auston. you wiped off your face as you began scrolling through the texts.

10:33 pm im so sorry. please text me.
10:44 pm please answer me 11:08pm im so worried. no one knows where you are. please answer my texts and calls. im fucked up but i need you. i love you.
3:09 am it’s 3 am and i can’t stop thinking about you. im so fucking sorry. please let me talk to you and explain. you can decide what happens from there but please talk to me.
4:05 am im sobbing i can’t believe i did this. please pick up. 5:54 am i would do anything to have you with me right now. i would do anything to make this right. i can’t stop crying. i love you so much. please text me if you see this.

       these were only some of the messages he left. you wanted to text him back, but you continued to hold yourself back. you decided to turn on your read receipt, so he was able to see that you read the messages and you set your phone back on the couch. you instantly heard another vibration and this time you decided to look at it right away.

10:02 am i know you read those. thank god your alive somewhere. please respond and talk to me. i don’t know how to fix this is we don’t talk.

       you typed something and hesitated a bit before hitting send. you knew right away it was a mistake, but you were still in love with him and honestly wanted to see what he wanted to say.

      tears immediately began flooding your eyes. every inch of you wanted to get up and scream but you felt paralyzed. you sat on the barstool, unable to move, as you watched auston kiss the blonde on the lips. suddenly, you and auston met eyes and you watched his jaw drop to the floor. he immediately pushed the blonde away, she was quick to realize who you were and what was happening.
he started running over to you as you stood up and tried to walk past him. he grabbed your arm and you stopped in your tracks, refusing to let him see the tears.
“y/n, it’s not what it looks like.” he said. you looked up to him, deciding it was better to let him see how much he hurt you, how he had just torn your heart apart in a matter of seconds, how he had just destroyed every ounce of confidence and self esteem you had left in you.
“auston, please.” you just wanted to leave and go home.
“no, let me explain.” his voice cracked and you saw the tears in his eyes.
“let me explain, auston. im done with you and your fucking games.” you ripped your arm free and ran out of the club, called an uber, and went back home without any explanation.

       you stared at the bubbles on your text message screen, anxiety building up inside of you.

10:04 am: alive?

10:05 am: yes alive. i had no idea what happened to you or if you tried anything or something happened to you. i was so worried.

10:07 am: good. im glad you felt like shit.

       you weren’t going to sugar coat anything. you were genuinely happy he felt terrible and was worried sick.

10:08 am: i deserve that.. can we meet together and talk? i think it would be a lot better.

10:10 am: better for me or better for you?

10:12 am: damnit y/n. please.

10:15 am: fine. meet me at tim horton’s at 7 tonight. this doesn’t mean i forgive you.

10:16 am: that’s fine. thank you. i love you y/n.

10:17 am: don’t push it matthews…

you officially hate yourself for giving in. you sat on the couch crying all night while he was worried about how crappy he felt after cheating on you and you were going to give him another chance. you grabbed the glass of milk you were drinking and chucked it at the wall and fell to the floor, sobbing your heart out once again.

2 A.M. - Steve Rogers x Reader

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Summary/Request: Hello! I am new to your space and I was wondering if you create a one shot where the reader is struggling in college and is overwhelmed and stressed about the present and the future and steve comes waltzing to in calm her down and remind her the beauty of life and just talks to her sweetly. I could surely use this, and im sure others could too! TY
REQUEST BY - @purececiliaosophy (thank you!!!)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.8k !!!!

Warning: reader is depressed, stressed & just emotionally/physically drained. if that stuff triggers you then keep scrolling m8

A/N: check out the new theme yallllll it took a whole 5 minutes, appreciate it - request are open?!!!!!!


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First date Disaster- Peter Parker X Reader

Prompt: You and Peter go on your first date… But it doesn’t go quite to plan.

Word Count: 1632

Warnings: none

“Oomph, ow, since when was that desk there- oh shit, ok, I’m just gonna, oomph,” Peter cursed as he clambered through your window. You sat up in bed, your body heavy with sleep, eyes adjusting to the moonlight streaming in through your window.

“Peter, what are you doing here?” You whispered, hoping that your parents hadn’t heard his not so quiet entrance through your window.

“I don’t know, I wanted to see you,” Peter shrugged as he searched through your dresser for the change of clothes that he always kept there. Once he found what he was looking for, he stripped off his vibrant suit and mask, the moonlight casting a halo over his messy hair. You smiled as he changed, admiring his toned back, highlighted by the pale light. He donned loose, low hanging sweatpants, and decided to go without a shirt, which you didn’t mind. He smiled at you and crawled into your bed, bringing the covers over the both of you. You sighed, pecking his lips, sleep fuzzing the edges of your mind.

“Ok but really, since when was that desk there,” Peter asked, breaking the silence.

“Um since always?” you giggled. He just shrugged, his arms snaking around your waist, warm and comforting. As you lay there, enjoying Peter’s body close to yours, something occurred to you.

“Pete, how long have we been dating?” you asked, tracing shapes on his bare chest out of habit.

“Four months, two weeks, three days, and what- seventeen hours. But who’s counting?” Peter recited, smiling down at you.

“And have we ever been on a date, like a real date?” You asked, trying to recall if you two have ever been out together.

“Im sure we have- what about that time when we- or how about when we…. No, no we have not,” Peter concluded, frowning.

“Wow, I am so sorry, I am a terrible boyfriend, I haven’t even taken  you out on one date yet,” Peter fretted.

“Pete, don’t worry about it, we have both been so busy,” you assured.

“Ok then, this saturday, I’m picking you up at seven and we are going on a date, no exceptions, no arguments,” Peter decided, a sharp nod of the head finalizing his decision.

“Ok, I can’t wait,” You breathed, snuggling back into Peter’s chest.

“G’night Pete,” you whispered.

“Night babe, love you,”

“Love you too,”

*Saturday afternoon, 5:00*

You stood at the bathroom counter, and began curling your hair, singing along to one of your favorite playlists. You finished your hair after about an hour, and began on your makeup. You had to admit, you were somewhat nervous, even though you and Peter had been dating for four months now. You then swapped your baggy t-shirt and sweatpants for a simple, knee length, black dress and a pair of killer pumps to match. You smiled at your reflection, pleased at how you looked. By this time, it was 6:30, so you gathered your purse and sat on the  couch and scrolled through your phone, trying to take your mind off your heart pounding in your chest. Why were you so nervous? You had been dating this boy for like four months now, and he said he loved you, and you love him and-  Your thoughts were interrupted by the shrill ding of the doorbell.

“I’ll get it,” you mom chirped.

“NO,” you tried to protest, but it was too late, your mom had beat you to it.

“Oh Peter, don’t you look handsome!” your mom cooed. You shuffled faster, the heels making walking fast more difficult than you thought. You finally got to the door, coming behind your mom while she continued to coo over Peter.

“Ok mom, well, we have to go now,” you muttered as you stepped around your mom. Peter stopped mid sentence to gape at you. A blush scorched your cheeks.

“Pete stop, close your mouth,” you gushed as Pete got a hold of himself.

“Wow,” Peter managed.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” you smirked, admiring his suit and tie.

“Oh you both just look so cute, this reminds me of the time [Y/n]-”

“Mom! We don’t need to talk about that,” you interjected, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Oh ok then, at least let me take some pictures,” Your mom begged.

“Fine,” you sighed. You and Peter scooted close together. You mom began counting down. And right before your mom snapped the picture, Peter swooped in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You scrunched your nose in response. You asked your mom if you could see the picture she took, it was possibly the cutest picture ever. You sent it to yourself and dragged Peter to the car before your mom tried to take a million more pictures.

“Oh my gosh, sorry about that, that was so embarrassing,” You muttered as Peter pulled away from your house and drove down the street. Peter just chuckled.

“So where are we going?” You asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Peter teased. You accepted this answer and settled into your seat, turning up the radio. After another half hour of driving, you realized you had been driving around in circles.

“Peter, do you know where you are going?” You asked.

“Pfft, yeah of course I do,” He lied, looking at his map pulled up on his phone. After another half hour, Peter pulled into the parking lot of a very fancy restaurant.

“Pete, you didn’t have to do this,” You muttered as the valet boy opened your door and let you out. Peter grabbed your hand and led you into the busy, dimly lit room. He went up to the concierge and told them he had a reservation. The lady at the podium frowned and said something to Peter. He shook his head and said something back, she just shook her head and Peter turned around and frowned.

“What’s wrong, is everything ok?” You asked.

“Um well no, since we were so late, they gave away our table, and it’s a three hour wait. I’m so sorry, this is already a disaster,” Peter breathed, disappointment wrinkling his forehead.

“Hey, don’t worry, I have an idea, c’mon” you said, leading him by the hand out of the restaurant. You walked down the street hand in hand and crossed the street into central park.

You meandered down the path, the trees overhead dappling the moonlight falling through the leaves. You swung yours and Peter’s hands as you walked, laughing as you went. Eventually you found what you were looking for, a small hot dog stand. You walked up and ordered two hot dogs.

“Here,” Peter offered, shoving a twenty dollar bill into your hand.

“No, don’t worry, I got it,” you assured, fishing through your purse.

“No, this is the least I could do,” Peter argued, stepping in front of you and paying for the hot dogs. You smiled and stepped back, waiting for the hot dogs. When you finally got your dinner, you sat on a bench and began eating.

“I actually think this is better than some stupid, fancy, foo foo dinner,” You decided between bites.

“Really?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, this is way better, who needs fancy restaurants and expensive food, when you can have an authentic greasy, New York hot dog?” you asked, getting up to throw away the trash. You then took Peter by the hand once again and continued down the path. You walked, and laughed, and smiled, and just enjoyed yourself. You were in mid conversation about Peter’s fight in Germany when a drop of water hit your cheek and another hit your head, and in no less than ten minutes it was raining cats and dogs. Rain pelted your arms and soaked through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Ok really!?” Peter yelled as you fled for cover. Peter held his jacket over you in an attempt to shield you from the rain, cursing as you ran. You just laughed and pulled Peter under a gazebo, offering shelter from the rain. Peter’s clothes were soaked and sticking to his toned chest. His hair was plastered to his forehead. You laughed as water dripped from your hair down your cheeks, smearing makeup down your face. Peter huffed and sat down on the wooden floor of the gazebo.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, Pete” you tried to assure, sitting down next to him.

“Really? This was the worst date ever, first, out reservation was ruined cause I got lost, and we were late. Then we had to eat cheap, greasy hot dogs for dinner. And now to top it all off, you are all soaked and wet and cold, and there is nothing I can do about it,” Peter exclaimed. You just sighed and sat next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Pete, this has been the best date ever, who needs overpriced food and nice clothes for a good date. All I need for a perfect date, is you,” you told him, intertwining your fingers.

“Really? You mean that?” Pete asked.

“Totally,” You assured. You stood up, beckoning for Peter to do the same. He stood up and shuffled over to you. You grabbed his hand and put it to your waist, draping your hands over his shoulders. He smiled and began to sway lightly. You two swayed and shuffled, listening to the sound of the rain assaulting the park around you.You laid your head on his shoulder, letting him take the lead.

“Best. Night. Ever,” you whispered as you swayed and rocked under the warm light of and shelter of the gazebo.

“Agreed,” Peter concluded, bringing you closer. This was possibly the best first date you had even been on, and it was all thanks to Peter.

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Where have you been?

Request: Swazz keeps staying out late drinking/smoking. When he forgets your date you guys fight.

You and Swazz have been dating for a year now. The relationship has been going really well. You often go on dates and he’s always surprising you with little gifts. Lately you guys have been stressed out a lot. It’s been causing him to go out drinking and smoking almost daily. It’s really starting to worry you.

One day you texted him and asked if he could pick up dinner on his way home from the studio. About an hour later he responded saying “sure I’ll pick up some pizza I’ll be home in about 30 min.” You scrolled through Netflix looking for a good movie to watch for when he came home.

An hour passed so you decided to call him to see how close he was to home. No answer. You call 3 more times and still receive no answer. Worried, you get into your car and drive to the studio to see if he’s there. You arrive at the studio and the parking lot is completely empty. You head back home thinking he had to be there by now. Another hour had passed by and he still was not home and wasn’t answering his phone so you decided to go to sleep.

You hear a loud crash come from the kitchen waking you up. You walk in to see Swazz and Skate completely plastered on the couch. You look in the kitchen and find a giant liquor bottle shattered on the floor. As soon as you went to go yell at Swazz asking what happened he was passed out on the couch. You went back to your bedroom to sleep but all you could do is toss and turn.

The next morning you wake up around 10am. Swazz and Skate still passed out on the couch. You walk in the kitchen to make breakfast but forgot about the broken glass and wound up slicing your foot open. You scream in pain waking Swazz and Skate up. They both came running over.

“Y/n!!! Are you okay what happened!?!?” Swazz screamed grabbing a towel and covering your foot. “Just slipped on the bottle you left on the floor last night thanks” you say harshly. John picks you up bridal style and lays you on the couch. Skate calls 911 while Swazz puts pressure on your wound.

The paramedics arrive and put you in the ambulance. Swazz jumps in as well. By this time you’re calmed down. “So where did you decide to go last night instead of bringing home dinner?” You ask staring at the ceiling. “Look babe I’m really sorry something came up.” Swazz says quietly. “Something came up? You mean you decided to choose drinking with your friends again instead of hang out with me for the 5th time this week?” You say, this time making eye contact. “Look y/n I’ll make it up to you I promise” he said. “And how are you going to do that?” You say bluntly. “After we’re done shooting the video today I’ll take you out to dinner. To a real restaurant not a cheap one. We’ll get dressed up and everything.” He says. “I would like that” you respond smiling.

At the hospital they say your cut wasn’t bad enough for stitches. They wrap up your foot in gauze and you head home. “Meet me at the restaurant at 5pm” Swazz says as he leaves to go shoot the video and you start getting ready for the night. You take a shower then do your hair and make up. You pick out your favorite dress and flats. It’s 4:30 so you decide to head out a little early.

You get to the restaurant at 4:50. You get a table for two and go ahead and order your drink. You text Swazz saying you got there. 5:05 and you check your phone, still no reply from Swazz. “He’s probably just running a little late” you say to yourself. 5:30 you decide to call him. Still no reply. 6:00 still nothing. You order food and pay for it realizing he wasn’t going to come. 7:00 now and you check your snapchat. You watch Skates and see your boyfriend wasted, smoking with all the freshlee boys. Completely fed up you head home.

The drive home you can’t help but let tears stream down your face. The one night that actually mattered to you and he forgets. You pack up a suitcase and go to your parents house for the night. Not telling them what happened. 1:30am and you get a phone call from Swazz. You ignore it and turn your phone off. The next morning your mom comes in waking you up. “Y/n, John is here to see you.” He walks in before you can reject his entrance. You pull the covers over your head and ignore him.

He walks to the side of your bed “Baby please just listen to me for a minute. I know I fucked up twic-” “Save it I don’t want to hear it.” You cut him off. “You don’t understand. I didn’t realize how bad I was hurting you until I walked in our home and saw you weren’t there” he continues. “Now you know how I feel whenever you don’t come home.” You say rolling over. “I know and I get that now. Y/n please just give me one more shot. I’ve been feeling empty lately like I’m missing a huge part of me which is why I’ve been out so much. As I realized last night the thing I’m missing is you. I see I’m not hanging out with you enough and that’s why I feel broken. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me please just hear me out. I’m so sorry. I love you so much I can’t lose you.” Tears coming out of both of your eyes. You roll over and look him dead in the eyes. “If you ever do this again, we’re done for good.” You say sternly. He nods and hugs you tightly. Your lips meet for a long much needed kiss. “Please come home.” He said. You agreed and went home with him.


Preference #43 - He Finds Out You Have Depression

I hope things are getting better for you babe^^^ i’m sorry.

I know this preference could affect certain people so only read if you know it won’t trigger you or anything, if anyone ever needs to talk i’m here! Leave me an inbox and i’ll happily talk to you, love you lovelies ◕ ◡ ◕

A S H T O N:

You walked back into the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend Ashton, after your “routine Doctor’s appointment.” Only it wasn’t. After a few weeks of feeling sad on the inside, no matter how happy you were on the outside, you decided to do something about it.

“Ah! Babe, you’re back! How did the Doctor’s go?” He asked, hugging you hello.

“I-it was, uh…” You sighed. “Ashton, I need to talk to you about something.”

“Is everything okay?” He asked nervously, biting his lip. You shook your head, tears filling your eyes. “Hey, it’s okay. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together, I promise." 

"I have depression.” You whimpered, looking down in shame as the tears started to spill. “I’m depressed, Ashton.”

“You’re… You’re what?” He questioned, confused. “But you always seem so smiley and happy, what… What happened?”

“I don’t know Ash, it just happened. I’m sorry.” You cried, and he pulled you into his arms, you sobbing in his shoulder. 

“Shh, shh. Don’t apologise baby, this isn’t your fault. I told you, we’re gonna get through this together, right? I’m always here for you no matter what.” He reassured you, rubbing your back softly as you cried and he held you for as long as you needed.

C A L U M:

Your Texts In Bold
Calum’s Texts In Italics

Calum was stood backstage, an hour before showtime. Rehearsals were over and he had just showered, now he was getting dressed and sorting his hair out of the night. 

His phone lit up as he received a text from you. Presuming it was a usual “Good luck baby!” text, he smiled down at his phone as he saw your name. He didn’t read what he expected though. 

Hey Cal, I know it’s close to show time but I have some big news for you, let me know when we can talk. Love you x

Hi baby, I don’t care what time it is! I’m here, what’s happened?x

So I visited the Doctor’s today, Y/BF/N kinda forced me to go, but it turns out I have depression, and i’m gonna be getting therapy for a while, it’s gonna be hard so I understand if you want to walk away. But if you’re gonna leave me, do it now because I can’t hold on if it isn’t gonna work out x

I don’t understand Y/N, is it because of me leaving a lot? I’m so sorry, I should’ve been there for you and I haven’t been. I hope you can forgive me babe, and i’m never leaving you. I swear i’m here.. x

No no no, Calum none of this is your fault. I’ve been feeling this way for a while but didn’t say anything.. I’m gonna get better though. I’ll do it for you and for us x

I just hope you know that i’m always here. I gotta go do the show now but i’ll try and get home to you as soon as I can, just hold on for me. I love you so much, and things are gonna be great soon :-)x

And with that, Calum had to go perform in front of the thousands of people waiting. But all he could think about was you, and how he could try to fix you. 

L U K E:

((this one is a bit different to the request but I hope it’s okay anyway))

“Lets do some fan questions!” The interviewer said, scrolling through the tweets on her phone. “Ah, this is an interesting question for you, Luke.”

Luke looked up at her and snapped out of his thoughts, trying to stop thinking about you. 

“How are you coping with your girlfriend suffering from depression?” She asked, looking directly into his eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows and sighed, looking at the ground.

“I-it’s uh, it’s hard to be honest.” He said, clearly uncomfortable with the question. “She was expecting me to leave her as soon as I found out but that was the last thing I wanted to do. I just want to help her but it’s so hard when we have to be away.”

“We’ve all being trying to help.” Michael added, as Luke looked up at him. “Luke couldn’t do it alone and we all love Y/N, so we knew we had to help.”

“I was really surprised when I found out that she had depression, because I never noticed that she was so unhappy, and I kinda felt guilty in a way.” Luke commented. “

"Well it sounds like she has all of your full support.” The interviewer finished. “Good luck to you all and her. She’s beautiful and you guys are great." 

Luke thanked her and something changed, he felt a new sense of hope that wasn’t there before, because if a stranger believed in you both, then he should too.

M I C H A E L:

((this one is different to the request too but I ran out of ideas sorry))

Michael rolled over in bed and groaned, reaching out for you. He knew that it was still too early to be awake, due to the sky still being dark and full of stars. His eyebrows furrowed when you weren’t there for him to pull in closer.

"No, no, no.” He mumbled, jumping out of bed as he heard the shower running from down the hall. “Not again.”

He knew what he was about to find. It definitely wasn’t the first time, and it usually wouldn’t be the last. But this time, he knew he had to do something to stop this from happening again. 

He opened the door and there you were, huddled in the corner of the shower and sobbing, your body numb under the scolding water. If he held his hand under the water, it would hurt like hell. That’s what scared him; the fact that you could sit there for hours and not feel a thing. 

“Baby, baby…” He soothed, turning the temperature down and holding you in his arms. “I’m here baby, shh, shh.”

He turned the water down even colder, because your body felt so hot, and your skin had gone red. It was making him shiver but he didn’t care; in that moment, you were the only thing that mattered.

“Michael.” You sobbed, barely able to breathe. “I need help. Can you help me? I need someone to help me.”

“I know baby, I know..” He whispered, rubbing your back and kissing your head. “I promise i’ll do everything I can, my love. We’re gonna get you better, everything will be happy again. I love you so much and i’m never letting you go.”

A/N - IM HAPPY WITH THIS PREFERENCE YEY💟 Really though, you’re never alone in this, and if you need help, please do ask me(*◕‿◕*) I love you. 



Hate it or Love it || Nate Maloley imagine ||

     “Nymeria get up, its the first day of school!” My mom yelled from the kitchen, I sat up and rubbed my eyes “Oh fuck” I said trying to not fall back into my bed and sleep for 5 more hours. But I pushed myself out of bed and took a shower, I blew dry my hair then curled it into loose bombshell curls making sure to take extra time to perfect them as best I could. I wore a light blue flannel and a pair of dark buckle jeans, I put on fake lashes to emphasize my eyes and some concealer to make me look like I was awake instead of a walking zombie.

     “Bye mom" I said waving to my mom I closed the door behind me, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked to the bus stop which was only 5 minutes away. I started to walk to the bus and got out my phone and started to scroll through instagram "Hey lil mama.” I heard a raspy voice call out, I refused to look up from my phone. I felt an arm snake around my shoulder I put my phone in my pocket and pushed his arm off “Nate stop” I said disgusted “Come on babe” He said brushing a piece of hair behind my ear I slapped his hand away “Stop touching me!” I said walking away from him “That ass in those jeans though!” He yelled from behind me, I was utterly revolted I couldnt stand Nate but Nate couldnt have enough of me.

          *At school*

I walked into school and my best friend came up to me and engulfed me in a hug, “Come with me right now I need to tell you something.” She said grabbing my hand and leading me into the bathroom, the bell rang “Hurry up I need to go to class." I told her "Okay so I heard from a friend that Nate wants to ask you to the back to school dance!" She said beaming "And im going to say no you know I fucking hate him and all his fucking friends.” I replied as the tardy bell sounded through the school “Oh my gosh Nymeria! Your down bad for that I know you cant hate them all." She said "But I do, I need to go to class see you later.” I said walking out of the bathroom to my math class in no rush.

     I walked into my math class without knocking to purposely piss off my teacher “Excuse me mrs. Nymeria you need to knock before just entering my class room!” She said slamming the door in my face I knocked on the door again and she opened it. “You can sit in the back right by mr. Maloley.” She said pointing to Nate. his face lit up he pulled out the chair next to him “You've got to be fucking kidding me.” I thought to myself “Have fun with Nate.” Sam smirked “Fuck you Wilkinson.” I said continuing to walk to my seat.

     "Hey babe" Nate said when I sat down “Nate I swear to god if you call me that again I will punch you in your fucking face.” I said “Sorry babe.” He said sitting back in his chair laughing. My teacher started to teach some bullshit then I put my head down and slowly felt my eyes start to close then the next thing I knew I was out cold. “NYMERIA PICK YOUR HEAD UP RIGHT NOW!” I heard my teacher yell, I picked my head up “Oh im sorry I didnt know that me sleeping was disturbing your class.” I said hatred lacing through my words “OFFICE RIGHT NOW!” she yelled “Why do you gotta be so hard on her, she was only sleeping?” Nate asked “You can join her Mr Maloley both of you out!” She yelled pointing to the door.

     Me and Nate walked in silence to the office and we waited for the principle in more silence “Good job princess now were both in trouble.” He said with that dumb fucking smirk that never left his face “You did that to yourself lil boy.” I retorted “You know that we could leave school right now and we wouldnt have to deal with any of this.” He said raising and eyebrow he got up from his chair extending his hand “You coming?” he asked, I thought for a second do I really want to spend anymore time with him than I have to? Or do I want to stay at school? The choice was easy, I grabbed his hand “Lets go then.”

I will only be doing a part 2 if its requested. Love you guys!      

first fight

a/n: basically it’s your first fight with Luke since you’ve been dating.. (p.s. request are open so send them in!) 

Originally posted by reppingirwin

 You’ve been dating Luke for a year now and things with him were more than perfect. You two decided to get a small apartment together a few months ago but you two haven’t really lived together much due to touring but he has been home now for two weeks and you both we’re really laid back people so everything has been going smoothly. There has been a some bickering here and there but it’d be over small things like which cereal should you get next and why Luke would always leave the whole bathroom floor wet after a shower. 

Up until a few days ago when the tension in the apartment exploded and shit hit the fan. It all started one morning when Luke woke up late for an important meeting with his bandmates. 

“fuck, i’m gonna be so fucking late, i’m gonna be fucking late. fuck meeee!” 

 You giggled at him running around with just a towel around his waist in frustration trying to find some clothes to throw on together. You laid in bed scrolling through your phone when you saw Luke throwing clothes all around the room. 

“Luke wtf, you’re making a mess, what exactly are you looking for?” 

 “it’s not like the apartment’s clean anyway.. boxers y/n, i’m looking for clean boxers but it seems as if you haven’t done any laundry either? do you even do anything all day y/n?” 

what the hell was Luke’s problem, he has never spoken to you like that ever and it really has caught you by surprise and he seemed to have noticed. 

“what? can you at least help me look for some or something instead of just sitting there?” 

“fuck you Luke! It’s not my fucking fault you’re late, I’m not your mom to be waking you up or doing your laundry for you all the time!” with that you got up and left and slammed the door to let Luke know you were upset. 

You weren’t someone who’d easily get angry or upset but this really got to you because you were really trying to be a good girlfriend to Luke and he didn’t acknowledge it. You went into the laundry room and pulled out some boxers from the dryer and went back to your room to see Luke fixing his hair, you threw his boxers at him and left before he could say anything. 

You went into the kitchen to make Luke a quick breakfast before he left, even though you were still upset you couldn’t let him leave with an empty stomach. You made him some toast and coffee and set it on the counter so he’d take it on his way out. 

You were having a cup of coffee when he came into the kitchen and grabbed his breakfast, he came behind you to give you a hug but you pulled away and leaned on the counter sipping on your coffee. He furrowed his eyebrows as if he didn’t know why you were upset, and then leaned in to give you a kiss but you turned which ended in him kissing your cheek. He let out a deep sigh and left to meet the guys. You never let him leave with a kiss and an “i love you” but he needed to understand that he hurt your feelings. 

You finished your coffee and decided to clean the apartment top to bottom and do all the laundry and chores before Luke came back so he’d see that you actually do something while he’s away. A few hours later you had the house spotless, and laundry and dinner done. With an hour to spare you hopped in the bath and put on a sports bra and some booty shorts, just to tease Luke. You put on some Netflix and laid on the couch and waited for Luke to come home. 

You were dosing off when you heard Luke shut the front door slowly, you didn’t turn around and pretended to be too into the show to notice him come in. 

“hey babe, are you still upset with me?” he mumbled lowly 

“i’ll take the silence as a yes.” “here, i brought you some flowers and some ice cream..” you turned around to see him half smiling holding a bouquet of sunflowers in one hand and a bucket of rocky road in the other, he always knew they were your favorite. 

“i’ll go get your dinner ready” you say passing him as you go to the kitchen with him immediately following after you. He sets the flowers and ice cream on the table and leans on the counter watching you heat up the pasta you’d made for dinner. 

“im sorry for being a dick y/n, please don’t ignore me, i hate when you do that..” he says as he gets closer to you laying his hand on the small of your back. 

“i cleaned the house and did all your laundry so you won’t think i lay around the house all day Luke.” 

“stop y/n, i didn’t mean that, i was just angry because i was running late” 

“so you take it out on me? that’s very reasonable” you say setting the plates on the table and taking a seat in front of Luke. 

“i’m a dumbass y/n i know, sorry you have to put up with me but i love you so much for that, you’re amazing and i appreciate everything you do for me, i really don’t want you to be mad at me baby.” 

you look up from your plate to see his sad big blue eyes. you knew he didn’t mean to make you upset, he wasn’t an angry person so you couldn’t be mad at him for having one bad morning. 

“it’s fine Luke, i understand you just had a bad morning, but you have to watch who you take it out on cause you can hurt their feelings, and i love you too baby.” 

as you finished dinner, you took your ice cream to your bedroom to watch some netflix in bed. Luke followed and you two shared the ice cream. A few minutes into the show Luke started getting touchy and started rubbing your stomach while inching closer to you. he began kissing you up your arm and you booped his nose with the spoon to get him to stop. 

“hey, not so fast bub, you’re not getting any playtime tonight, i’m still a little upset so don’t get yourself too excited” you smirked as he let out a loud groan. You kissed his forehead and went back to enjoying the ice cream.