surely this had been posted before

justalothcat  asked:

Hey, I've been on the hunt for Obimaul fanfic (having found your gorgeous work on ao3), do you have any recs? Thanks! LothCat

Ah hello! thank you so much I’m so glad you’re enjoying it!!!

Its horrible but I don’t actually read that much fanfiction (I wish I had more time to!). Consensus seems to be the Choices by Siubhan is pretty stellar (and on my to-read list when I find the time haha).

I’m gonna tag some people who probably will have more suggestions (and anyone else who sees this and wants to jump in!) @sunsetofdoom @the-last-hair-bender @capiapoa @shadowmaat  @smarsupial more good Obimaul recs? Your own stuff? 

Also I answer Obimaul prompts on here (as does @pomodoriyum!) if you’re looking for some more short form content that’s not on AO3.

Good luck and thanks again!!!   

Waiter asked Latina women for “proof of residency” before taking their order

  • A waiter at a Southern California restaurant has been fired after asking a group of Latina women to provide “proof of residency” before taking their drink order, the Washington Post reported Sunday. 
  • On March 11, Diana Carrillo visited Saint Marc restaurant in Huntington Beach, California, with her sister and two friends. 
  • In a subsequent Facebook post, she recalled that the waiter had explained, “Yeah, I need to make sure you’re from here before I serve you.” Read more. (3/19/2017 12:14 PM)

Quick thing for @springtrap-trash! Happy birthday!

Revelations & Confessions

AN: Hours later and I’m still reeling from that episode. it was so raw and emotional. Truthful. This is my attempt to process that.

(Set somewhere post 5x17)

Oliver sat on the cot in front of her, arms supporting his weight on his knees, head hung low. He knew she was there, he always did. Still, he refused to look up at her, to meet her gaze.

It had been this way for weeks. He’d shut himself off, emotionally, physically, much more that he had ever done before, in the times she’d known him. Then, he would always glance up, make sure that she knew that she mattered to him, in some small way.

Now, he stiller than a statue, frozen in misery.

“Oliver.” Felicity whispered, stepping towards him. Still he refused to move.

Cautiously, she approached him, her heels sounding a knell with each stiletto strike. As though every step was another scar on his skin. She settled on the floor in front of him, kneeling at his feet. This way, she could peer up at him, find his eyes and see what he was thinking.

If she knew what the wound was, she could heal him. It was deep, and unseen, but had broken Oliver to the point that he didn’t spring back by his own power or the encouragement of her or John.

Still, he didn’t move. He gave the illusion that she wasn’t really there, that perhaps she was an illusion of his mind. An echo of his mistakes.

Felicity reached out and grasped his hands, his fingers between her palms. They were cold, dry and brittle, smooth as a stone. Ridges of calluses mapped a pattern of hardship and toil, orators of his heroic acts. The same scars that revealed the instrument of darkness he held tightly to.

The instant her hands made contact with his, he shuddered, pulling away. Quickly, she reclaimed her grip.

“Don’t.” He whispered, voice hoarse from disuse.

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It’s been said before, but I’ll say it again:

There needs to be a Dishonored 2 DLC where you play as Jessamine and your only goal is to be seduce Corvo into a romance with you. 

Low chaos is earned when you’re super smooth and suave. No one suspects a thing because you’re so subtle and only Corvo really gets what’s going on and even then, he’s still not sure if you’re really trying to seduce him. 

High chaos comes with being a thirsty ass bitch trying to get that D, being basically like “paint me like one of your French girls” and the palace staff are pretending not to notice while Corvo is just internally screaming and being pulled along for the ride. 



So. The person I’m calling out has been vagued a couple times on tumblr already and things have been building up. I think she knew this so she deactivated before I confronted her and before I posted this.

@/tangyurines aka Maggie, now deactivated, was caught up in sth very similar before (she dated a minor who was around 7 years younger) and had the URL @/coupscoffee but she deactivated then when she was called out. I was not aware of this and I’m sure many others aren’t but @/coupscoffee and @/tangyurines are one and the same. When she first deactivated and came back I have been made aware that some people knew who she was and she said she had learnt from her mistakes and will not be repeating them so they forgave her… Which is understandable But, as @/tangyurines after all that has happened she has yet again tried it and this time she was refused.

Above are screenshots from one of the many minors this person has tried to target this time around. She’s been trying to ask minors out and even after being refused has pushed most of them and kept on flirting and honestly was just making them uncomfortable..

Please be careful who u make friends w online, esp minors. When people tell you about these things u never expect it to happen to u but it might.

Once could be a mistake but this has gone on for way too long and way to many times. There are so many people your age around so why target minors online?
I personally was also befriended by her and got to know her before I knew about all of this, I was also in a group chat along w her. Things about her always seemed a bit off and even if I stated multiple times that I was uncomfortable with her talking about things that were way too sexual In front of minors present in the group chat, she still did it. People who followed her might also recall all the anons she had which were explicit and basically sexting in front of everyone with a Mingyu rp anon. It was just too inappropriate esp as a svt blog that had many minors following. She was also quite manipulative in the way she talked.

Since she has already deactivated before this post y'all might not get the point of this post but, the point is that she’s done this before and just remade. She could come back again, with another URL and another bias. I made this post bc I have been approached by ppl who were targeted and they were all my mutuals and friends that I consider my sisters. Seeing her act this way disgusts me and I couldn’t stand by and watch it happen.
I know some of you wont see the wrong in this, esp if you’re a minor. I know many minors are ok w this sort of thing but pls understand that is someone that’s older than u by 7 years is trying to date u, there’s Sth wrong. I know some of u have her on snapchat and insta and other social networks and I just want you to be safe, please don’t engage in contact w her if you’re a minor. She might seem nice or friendly but understand that that doesn’t mean she won’t do ugly things.

Having said all this, I am in no way making this post to encourage people to send her hate or bully her, but I am extremely disheartened by the events and just want all of my fellow carats to be safe since it seems you can never really know someone too well. If any adult seems fishy to you or is harrassing you in some way please don’t be afraid to cut them off!! Be safe I care for u all 💖

Jack Maynard Imagine - No other man.

There was a little something in Jack you always found amusing. Maybe it was the looks he gave you when he thought you weren’t looking, or the protective arm he put around you when there were too many people in the club, so you wouldn’t get pushed aside. He had always been more than a brother to you, more than a friend. But now, as you pulled your hair up in a messy ponytail, adjusting your rather tight cocktail dress after doing so, you weren’t so sure.

You had known Jack for two years now, and your friendship had been always on the public eye. Your fans went crazy when you collaborated in a video, or when you posted a selfie with each another. Jeez, even your own mum went crazy. However, not a single move had been made in 730 days, and you weren’t willing to let the single life hit you. The truth was, you had never had a boyfriend before, and you were terrified. Jack knew about this, so did Josh and Conor, and it was the reason they were all so protective when it came to guys approaching you, specially Josh.

Your childhood hadn’t been easy. You grew up in a fairly messed up home, where your dad used to come back home late and drunk, or so your mum told you many years later. He’d hit your mum, then scream at her for hours. You were nearly 3 years old, so luckily you didn’t remember much of it now. The only lucid memory you had was your dad pushing you down harshly until you loudly hit the floor, before he exited off and never saw him ever again.

You mum met a new guy two years later, a man who loved both her and you, as if you were his own child. That man was Michael, your mum’s actual boyfriend who you proudly called Pap: he had taught your mum that love was still possible. As in for you, it hadn’t been the case.

All your life you had feared boys, scared that they’d turn into your father sooner or later. You had curved them as if paper balls were being thrown at you. Then you met Jack, someone who was sensible enough to listen to all your problems without judging, and a little too hot as well. And warm, and cozy. But seeing the amount of girls he had brought home for the past two years, you didn’t think his affection for you trespassed the friendship line. And you were okay with it, really, as long as you could find someone you could get as comfortable with.

“Hi, Y/N” the man in front of you stood up and planted a polite kiss on your cheek. His name was Dave. You had met him through Tinder, on your very first attempt to actually make an effort to meet new guys. He had seemed quite normal, or so you had thought “You look wonderful tonight” he smirked.

“Thanks, you too” you didn’t really know how to behave. Your only boy friends were the guys from the Buttercream Squad, as they called themselves, and you certainly weren’t going to behave around Dave the way you behaved around them. Under any circumstances, at least not on the first date.

You talked for a while as you calmed down. Your phone was on your lap, so you could take a look at it every now and then. You knew it was rude, but the guy who was texting you every five minutes would’ve broken out in a nervous crisis if you hadn’t answered his texts.

‘How’s he like? Is he good looking? Good manners? Smells good? Touches you in any way I should know of? I’m literally 10 minutes away, I can go and kill him in 15’

You mentally rolled your eyes at Jack. He had been concerned about you going on this date, so had Josh. He knew about your past, and he wanted nothing more than for you to be alright.

“I kinda have a feeling, like you should not go on that date” he had told you a few hours before, when you were hanging out at his place.

You rolled your eyes again as you picked up the popcorn bowl from the table “I don’t care what you think, Jack” you said, grabbing a handful “I’m going and that’s it. If I don’t feel comfortable I’ll just leave”

“Yeah, okay, but what if that guy is a creep?” Jack took your bowl and put it aside so you would pay attention to him.

You gave him a death glare as you pointed at your popcorn “You have no legal rights to take that away from me” you half joked. You weren’t in the mood for fights over your love life, when you had never even mentioned him the silly amount of girls he had brought home.

“Y/N, I’m serious” he said, and the look on his face didn’t tell otherwise “I’m literally ten minutes away from where you’re going”

“No you’re not”

“Yes, I am” he insisted, even though you both knew it was at least 20 “If I run” he clarified, and you couldn’t help but to roll your eyes and smile at his comment. He was so cute when he wanted “Just text me and I’ll be there, ready to break some jaws”

But there you were, feeling more comfortable than you thought you could ever feel with a total stranger. You had both finished your meals when you realized a little less than two hours had passed, and you already knew so much about Dave: his brother who was living in Australia, his two dogs, his degree as a state lawyer, his zodiac sign. You found yourself full of hope again, and happy.

As you exited the restaurant, he held your hand, and you stiffened for a moment. However, when you saw the smile on his face, warm and sincere, you relaxed “Let’s go have some drinks” he said, and you frowned, as you realized the nearest club was at least half an hour away.

“Where to?” You asked.

“My place will do?” He asked, although you knew it was one of those questions you made out of politeness, but in fact you had already decided. A very small part of you that was feeling dangerously brave that night wanted to go, but your common sense told you to back off. But your feet kept walking and following him.

He lived a few minutes away, on a 2-bedroom-apartment he didn’t share with anyone. As he closed the door, you felt trapped. You looked around and tried to relax, breathing in and out as your mother had taught you. He motioned for you to sit on the sofa, and he soon followed you with two wine glasses and a wine bottle.

He started talking again, and you nodded as the sound of his voice became more and more distant. All you could think about was how long it would take Jack to get there, if he ran.

It was almost 11 pm when you decided it was time to call it a night. You didn’t really needed to get up early the next morning, but your stiffness hadn’t calmed down as much as you had wanted, and you felt like you had had enough.

“I think it’s time I go home” you said, carefully standing up so you wouldn’t flash him anything you wouldn’t want to. He followed suit “It’s been a lovely night, Dave”

He smiled, and leaned in to give you a kiss, but you turned your head as his lips pressed your cheek “Thanks” you quickly said before grabbing your purse and heading for the exit. Your body was finally feeling relaxed again when you felt a strong hand on your arm.

You turned around to see Dave with a smirk on his face “Hey, it’s fairly late, isn’t it? Why don’t you stay the night?” He asked, and suddenly the sand castle you had created around his persona got destroyed by the waves. Another castle, once more.

“No” you said, firmly, but he didn’t let go of you.

“Come on, I know you want to” he insisted “Don’t play hard to get, love, I don’t really like games”

You made a quick move to release your arm from his grip, as you other hand reached the doorknob. How could you have been so stupid? A boy, actually not using you for sex? Where? When? How? “Don’t ever contact me again or I’ll call the police” you almost shouted, and before looking at his face again, you shut the door and ran out of the building.

Once outside, you didn’t stop running. You were keen to find out whether it took 10 minutes to get to Jack’s or not.


After knocking at the door, you mentally slapped yourself for thinking someone would be up that late. Then, you remembered it was Jack, Josh and Conor. A few seconds later, Jack opened the door, surprised to see you on his doorway.

“Hey, sweet cheeks, what are you doing here?” He asked you, his eyes revealing that he had been in bed already, and probably sleeping. You felt a bit bad.

“Can I come in?” You asked, not caring anymore if your dress was too short for the public eye as you helped yourself inside. You just wanted a shoulder to cry on.

Jack closed the door before slowly turning at you “If that bastard laid a hand on you, I swear to god” he spoke.

“He didn’t” you quickly said. The last thing you wanted was for Jack to get angry and punch another hole on the wall “Because I got up and left. He wanted me to spend the night with him”

Jack let out a loud sigh, and leaned on the counter as his hand ran across his hair. He was shirtless, which gave you the opportunity to stare at his bare chest for a few moments and realize that he’d been working out. Why, and since when? He stayed in silence for a few seconds, then sighed again and walked towards you, his arms open wide to give you a hug.

You melted into his chest like you always did, wrapping your arms around his torso “That’s my girl” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. You closed your eyes as he ran a hand through your already oh-so-tight dress, but you couldn’t care less. Jack was the only man who could touch you like that, only because you trusted him with all your soul. You feared you’d never find someone like him, and it was destroying you inside.

“Jack?” you mumbled, looking up at his face. He was looking down at you, sweetness in his eyes once more. You loved the sweet side of him he rarely portrayed on his videos, or even in real life. But if you were observant, you could see he was in fact a ball of cotton who just wanted a little love, but was afraid to ask.

“Yes, little one” he always called you that, even though you were just a little less than a year younger than him. He said it was because you were much shorter than him, and you always teased him back about how short he was himself. ‘There are other things on my body that are long enough’ he joked, and you always rolled your eyes.

But then it hit you that you actually needed to tell him something “I…” you started, not sure of what to say next “I really don’t want a boyfriend like, ever” you stated, and you actually felt like that was your destiny. Were all the men pigs? Fine, no men for you.

He chuckled, making you smile at the sight of his smiling face. He still had his nose piercing on, which was a major turn on “Don’t say that” he said “Not everyone’s the same. You’re just not…so lucky”

“I’ve been lucky with you” you said before you could stop yourself. He grinned again, looking away from you this time.

He didn’t say anything for a while, holding you in the darkness of the living room. You wondered if Josh and Conor were in their bedrooms, but to be fair they were probably out. Then, he finally spoke, and it left you shook “I’m no good for you, Y/N” he said in a really low voice, still not looking at you.

Your heart skipped a beat “Why do you think that?” You asked innocently.

Pause “I’m afraid I’d hurt you” he said in the same voice again “And you deserve someone who can take care of you, because you’re amazing and I…”

“Jack” you interrupted him, lifting your fingers to his face so you could turn his head to make him look at you. His eyes were sad “You’re literally the only guy I’m 100% comfortable with” you spoke truthfully “I don’t know why, but you make me feel good, happy, confident” he licked his lips, and your legs weakened “Do you really believe I can find someone who’ll take better care of me, than you do?” You asked him, looking directly at his eyes. Now your hand was stroking his cheek, making him lean against it.

Eventually he shook his head “I don’t want to hurt you” he whispered, then kissed your hand, so tiny compared to his face.

“You’re only hurting me if you behave like this, Jack” you said.

He closed his eyes, leaning against your touch. You would’ve given all the gold in the world to know what was going through his mind, or to know why he thought he wasn’t good for you, when in fact he was the one. He opened his eyes again, and straight up looked directly at yours.

“All this time I’ve been sleeping around with random girls so I could get the idea of you out of my head” he confessed as your heart did that thing again “I thought it would work, but when the morning came, to say that I felt horrible would be an understatement. You’ve been my friend for two years now, and I’ve never met a girl who I’d laugh so much with, or have so many things in common, or whom I’d let borrow my tee shirts because I thought she looked adorable in them” You couldn’t help but smile.

“I was scared because I knew your background, and I knew mine. I knew that I would never, ever, physically hurt you. But emotionally, let’s say I’m not the best. Believe it or not, I’ve talked to Conor about this, and I felt bad when you told me you were going out with that guy today. He knows about it. Because, even though I know you deserve better, I also know that there will not be a guy who could treat you better than I do, or love you as much as I do”

Goosebumps were all over your skin as you found yourself leaning in, your arms tightly around his neck. His lips were soft, warm, and cozy, just like his arms. He was moving them so slowly, yet so sensually, you thought you were going insane. And you found out, as your legs wrapped against his waist, that you might as well be crazy.

With your lips still locked, his tongue working its way into your mouth, you felt the softness of his mattress behind your back. You tensed. He broke the kiss and looked at your eyes “Tonight, I’m gonna cuddle the fuck out of you” he whispered, making you chuckle out loud. He laughed as well, lying himself next to you.

“You’re such an idiot” you smiled, kissing him again “And by the way, what you said was truly beautiful. Thanks, Jack”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything I didn’t feel” he said, putting a hand up as if he were swearing.

“But really, I don’t think you don’t deserve me” you said.

His hand went through his hair again “I love you, Y/N, okay? And I’m gonna try to make you the happiest woman on earth. I don’t know how, but I will”

You smiled, wrapping your legs around his “You already do”

Your lips locked into a passionate kiss again, his hands never leaving your back, yours never leaving his hair “I’ll take care of you, alright?” He whispered, bringing your foreheads together “Even if it’s the last thing I do”

Waiting Up

Fandom: The Flash

Pairing: Cisco/Reader

Warning: None

Summary: When Cisco gets home from the lab, he’s surprised when Reader is on the couch, waiting up for him…kinda.

Pretty sure I wrote this when I was sick….unsurprisingly, posting this while I’m sick as well. It’s a theme.

Originally posted by dailycisco

           Cisco opened and the shut the door to his apartment quietly, so as not to disturb the only other occupant sleeping in the bedroom. Wearily, he bolt-locked the door and reset the alarm system (his own software, retrofitted with a panic alarm if any unknown meta-humans tried to break in) before leaning his head against the wall. It had been a long and rough week between getting back from Earth 2, Jay’s betrayal, and the random meta-humans and criminals that decided to do their dirty deeds. He was beyond tired and just wanted to curl around you and crash for several hours.

           He wondered if he could get away with staying home and taking care of you tomorrow.

           Shaking his head of the thought, he slipped his shoes off and headed towards the bedroom. He stopped when he noticed the TV was on, illuminating a quilt-covered lump on the couch. Setting his bag down on the table, he walked over and knelt in front of you.

           You were sound asleep, worn out from being sick. You had gotten a case of the sniffles and although Cisco and the team tried to talk you into going home and resting a couple of days, you were stubborn and decided to stay. It wasn’t until Harry found you throwing up in the bathroom earlier that he and Caitlin unanimously decided you needed to go home. Joe had driven you home and your boyfriend checked up on you through texts and video calling. Now, though your color was still too pale and skin still too clammy, you were better than you had been before.

           Brushing back your (H/C), his hand brushed along your cheeks and forehead; still warm, but not burning hot like before. Movement however, woke you up as you stirred and opened your eyes. “Cisco?” you slurred slightly.

           “Hey beautiful, how are you feeling?”

           “Haven’t thrown up dinner, so it’s a start,” you answered. Cisco hummed thoughtfully and brushed his lips across your forehead and nose.

           “Your mama told me she brought you some soup and you seemed to be a bit better.”

           “There’s enough for a couple more meals if you want some.” You reached out and brushed you fingers across his cool skin and full lips. Taking your hand, he pressed a kiss into your palm.

           “We’ll save it for tomorrow. I’m ready to crash in bed.” You nodded and slowly sat up. However, the sudden change in position as you tried to stand sent a wave of dizziness washing over you. If Cisco hadn’t stood quickly to catch you, you probably would’ve tipped forward onto the coffee table. As it was, you simply fell into his arms. “Easy, Princess! You okay?” he asked worriedly, steadying you as best he could with your shaky legs.

           “Did I mention I haven’t moved much since Joe brought me home and bundled me on the couch?”

           “No, you didn’t.”

           “Yeah, probably should’ve led with that.” Any other time, he would’ve laughed but he was too focused on holding you upright. Instead, he hooked your arms around his neck and lifted you easily into his arms. You closed your eyes and nestled your head into the crook of his neck; there was a strength and security in those arms that you were constantly thankful for. Cisco made you feel safe no matter what was going on with metahumans or just everyday life. Feeling his arms wrapped around you, you knew you could be vulnerable. Fighting the queasiness in your stomach, you finally submitted to the sickness overtaking your body.

           “Cisco?” you murmured as he carried you into the bedroom.

           “Yeah, Princess?”

           “I don’t feel good.” Instead of a verbal answer, his lips touched your forehead in a comforting gesture before he set you on the bed and covered you up.

           “I’ll be right back,” he murmured. You nodded and slid down further into the covers. Coming out of the cocoon on the couch, you had gotten cold (despite the warm apartment). You shivered as you burrowed deeper and listened to the sounds of your boyfriend getting into his pajamas and rummaging around the kitchen.

           Finally, he came back as you felt the bed dip on his side. “(Y/N)? You awake still?” You poked your head out in answer, greeted with the sight of Cisco shirtless and in his favorite sleep pants. He held a glass of water out to you. “Here, take these.” He handed you two nighttime Tylenol and the water, taking the glass from you when you drank down half of it.

           “It’s cold,” you murmured, burrowing back down. His eyebrows knitted together for a moment, but stayed silent as he slid under the blankets next you and turned out the light. You immediately snuggled into his side, using his shoulder as a pillow, and half asleep before he was completely settled. Wrapping his arms around you, he sighed quietly as his hand found yours and tangled your fingers together.

           “Love you, Cisco.”

           “Night, Princess. I love you too,” he whispered, finally able to relax for the first time that day and already falling asleep himself. Tomorrow, he would take the next few days to nurse you back to health. Tonight, however, he could finally relax in the one place he knew he was supposed to be: next to you.

Can I just say that this is how it’s done. This is how it’s fucking done. This show has lived up to every expectation it’s set, no queerbating, no denial of the facts or backpedaling. We have been given an amazingly healthy queer relationship that I’m sure some of us (including me) didn’t even believe when it was laid out right in front of us because we had been lured by that bait before and let down so many times. Even in this episode preview they hinted at something HUGE that I didn’t even think would happen, I thought it was just a teasing suggestion but NO. WE HAVE GOTTEN EVERYTHING. WE ARE SO FULFILLED, SOME OF US HAVE NEVER FELT LIKE THIS, THE VALIDATION OF HAVING A QUEER COUPLE ACTUALLY BEING CANON!!
I will tell you one fucking thing tho, we are so ruined for other shows, now that we know how good it can get. But I hope hope that yuuri on ice will set a new standard of representation and quality that others will follow!

I Can’t Save Her: Part 4

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 823

Catch Up Here

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings are for him.

Author’s Notes: A little fluff, and a little humor. Tags are on the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged. Hope you enjoy!

“Buck?” I reached out in the dark but my hands came up empty. I wasn’t sure how long I had slept, but judging from the failing light outside it had been most of the day.  I felt a surge of panic as I looked around the room for Bucky before realizing I was alone. I pushed myself off the bed and decided that a quick shower would help me shake off my post-sleep anxiety. I had always enjoyed showering – something about it was relaxing and soothing to me.

I sighed as I stepped out of the shower – wrapping myself in a plush white towel. I was distractedly walking out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom as Bucky was casually strolling into the room.

“Oh my god! James Buchanan Barnes! Do you not know how to knock?!” I yelled out in surprise. Bucky looked up from the plate of food he was no doubt bringing to me and froze in his tracks. It was as if he had become a human statue suddenly and couldn’t turn his gaze away from me. I suddenly became hyperaware that the only thing covering me was a towel, and it certainly wasn’t covering much. I could feel the heat rising up my cheeks as I froze in place. “Earth to Bucky! Come in!” I said a little shriller than I meant to.

Finally, he broke from his trance and muttered, “Oh god, sorry…. I’m sorry… I was just.. I’ll be out in the hall waiting… um yeah,” and darted from the room—not before running full body into the closed door.

“Buck, what the hell was that? Is everything okay?” I could hear Steve calling from his door.

“Yeah, I’ve never heard Y/N scream like that at ANYONE before,” added Sam with a laugh.

“It’s um… she’s fine. No worries…. Just a misunderstanding,” I could hear Bucky grumble from the other side of the door. Sam snickered and Steve remained silent.

“Oh my god…” I mumbled into my hands. I hurried and put on some sweats and a t-shirt. I then slowly opened the door for Bucky.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry” Bucky couldn’t help but smirk as he said it. I could tell he wasn’t that sorry about it but he did seem a little flustered.

I playfully rolled my eyes and scoffed, “Whatever you say Barnes.”

He laughed and offered me the plate he had been holding. “Nat and Clint cooked dinner tonight. I wanted to bring you some for when you woke up… I can see that I missed the waking up part now,” he chuckled to himself nervously. At the mention of food my stomach growled. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was. I graciously took the plate and sat down on my bed with Bucky following suit.

“So…” I began but was cut off by Bucky.

“I just…” he paused, running his hands through his hair. “I wanted to let you know that I’m going on a mission with Steve. I’ll probably be gone for a few days…” he trailed off not looking at me. He seemed nervous and out of place. There was something he obviously wasn’t telling me, but I wasn’t going to push my luck. After spending three years with him I knew the look on his face all too well.

“I swear – if Steve and Tony don’t assign me to something soon; I’m going to lose my mind,” I replied through bites of my food. I was frustrated – I felt like Bucky and I were still trying to figure things out and then this had to happen, but such was life as an Avenger. Tony had kept me off high stress missions lately. I guess it was frowned upon when a H.Y.D.R.A. agent showed up in D.C. with his arms and legs broken.

Bucky snorted, knowing just how irritated I was by being benched, “It’s okay – you aren’t missing anything exciting – I will tell you that. Plus, this will give us time to…” he paused and looked at me awkwardly. 

“To what?” I asked – I could feel my pulse quicken as panic started to set in. I still couldn’t fully process what had happened between us, or what could happen. I did know that I had enjoyed my time with Bucky the previous day and night.

“You know… to think about what happened… If it’s a good idea. I may have been too brash today… I just…” he gave me a weak smile as he ran his hands through his hair again. He always did that when he was nervous. “I’ll see you in a few days hopefully, doll,” he kissed the top of my head before standing up. He left my room before I could even get a word in – which was typical for him when he had made up his mind about something. I gulped and looked at my plate. Suddenly I wasn’t very hungry anymore.


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I absolutely LOVED writting this like really! Thanks to the anon who requested it and I hope you enjoy! ( the two other requests will be posted soon, don’t worry) Lots of love xx

Who said hidden relationships were the best? What a lie that was. However, it was what I had been dealing with for quite a while now. Checking that no one else was around to kiss him or trying to avoid being too close to each other because it would lead to secret touches or also trying to stay chill while a girl was trying to flirt with my boyfriend. But it was what Joe and I wanted. To be sure about our feelings and to feel comfortable with each other before it became official. After 6 months, we were now fully aware that we loved each other but keeping our relationship to ourselves had also its benefits because our time spent together was so precious.

It was going great and still none of our friends knew but as the time went by, it was apparently getting harder from the both of us to keep our distance. There were times when we both got caught staring or holding hands and almost forgot that no one knew.

And one by one our friends slowly came to the conclusion that we were a thing, from the most obvious ways to the completely oblivious ones but they did.

The first one to find out was Mikey. The good ol’ LP. As we were at the Maynards flat, getting ready for a night out, Joe had to drop a brick. A cute but simple one. It was just Mikey, Caspar and I in the living room until Joe had come up to me. “Babe, have you seen my watch?” Joe asked and I flinched at the nickname. Not because I wasn’t used to it but because he seemed to have forgotten that we weren’t alone. Luckily, Caspar was on the phone so he didn’t pay attention to it but Mikey on the other hand must have noticed as I watched him smirk from the corner of my eyes. “Um, no, I haven’t, Joe.” I said, watching him with wide eyes and he frowned. “I must have left it at your flat.” And this time, Mikey let out a small chuckle. It took Joe a moment to realise what he had said but once he did, his cheeks flushed red and he cleared his throat. “I meant, my flat.” He said, awkwardly looking between Mikey and I before heading to the bathroom. Once he was gone, I hurried towards Mikey, checking if Caspar was still on the phone. “Cor that explains a lot.” Mikey exclaimed, laughing slightly. “Don’t tell them, LP. I’m serious.” I ordered, a small smile showing on my lips. And I knew I could trust him because he wouldn’t tell them.

Mister Oli White was next and this time I was the one making a mistake. He was simply coming over to film a video with me for his channel and I had just woken up from a nap. And I was wearing one of the many shirts that Joe had left at my flat for me to borrow. “Nice shirt.” Was the first thing that Oli had said to me after entering my flat. “What brand is it?” He teased, smirking as he served himself a drink. Joe’s, I thought, smiling to myself but I frowned as I heard Oli laugh. And that’s when I realised that I had said that out loud. But once again, Oli had promised not to say anything. Even though, sometimes I would get a few teasing comments from him.

The next ones were the Maynard brothers. Joe and I were heading to Jack and Conor’s after grabbing dinner for the four of us. As the door opened and we made our way into their living room, Jack seemed to have noticed something on my neck as he kept staring at it with this idiot smirk on his face. As we were all settled on the couch, that’s when Conor asked the most embarrassing question. “Whose hickeys is that?” Conor asked, earning a laugh from his brother but I froze at the question and almost choked on my drink. The night before, Joe and I had a really great time together and Joe went a bit too hard on the marks because I also had some on my breast. “Looks like someone had fun last night.” Jack joined in, laughing again and I exchanged a look with Joe who was trying to hold his own laugh. “We did.” Joe suddenly blurred out, winking at me and Jack and Conor looked at us with confused looks before understanding what had been happening. “You plonkers!” Jack exclaimed and that’s when we knew that the others would found out by themselves as well. And they did.

The South Africans were the last ones but it was memorable, simply because the boys had been horrified for days. We were chilling at Joe’s flat, only the two of us but Josh and Caspar were supposed to come over in about 20 minutes to film a video. Joe was shirtless on top of me, his hands gripping on my waist as he started to lift up my shirt while kissing the hell out of me. “Joe, they’ll be here in a few.” I mumbled against his lips, gasping for air as he pulled away to kiss down my neck. “They said 20 minutes. That’s enough for me.” He mumbled against my skin and I let out a small chuckle, followed by an uncontroled moan which made Joe smirk. We both lifted ourselves slightly so I could take off my shirt, tossing it onto the ground. Joe hurried to connect our lips again, running his hands up and down my body as I ran my fingers on his toned stomach.  And that’s when our two friends walked in on us making out because Joe had forgot to lock the door. “Ew! Oh my god, I told you we shouldn’t have came early!” Caspar exclaimed, turning around as soon as he saw us. Joe had moved away from me, almost falling to the ground while I hid my upper body with a pillow. “Ew, guys, that’s gross! Since when did that happen?” Josh questioned, eyes closed and we couldn’t help but let out a laugh at their reactions, it was too funny.

The whole buttercream squad now knew about our secret relationship and their new favourite hobby was to tease us about it. But Joe and I were now able to touch and kiss each other freely and that was worth it.

anonymous asked:

Mukami brothers with S/O's lipstick stains.

[Mun] マリ: I wasn’t exactly sure whether you meant a reacts post or a scenario so I just went with the flow and it turned out like this. It’s only very slightly NSFW. Hope you like it!

The walls of his bedroom echoed ever so soft classical music, and you lay flat on your stomach, naked, bruised and bitten, your hands supporting your chin as you intently watched the vampire standing before the body-length mirror. He had taken you out for dinner in a Michelin star restaurant that night, and the two of you had been dancing in the adjoining ballroom until the clock struck twelve. You had been dressed up head to toe, your long, black dress perfectly balancing out your bright red lips; the colour seemed to be everywhere but on your lips after you’d arrived home. Ruki was still wearing his dress pants, and his belt was unbuckled, zipper down, but his manhood neatly tucked away into his boxers; he ran his fingers through his tousled, black locks as he inspected the lipstick marks covering his neck, chest and abdomen. “I suppose this is a compromise for the marks I have left on you tonight,” he said while raising a brow, his calm gaze meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror. You nodded, feeling embarrassed, but smiled lightly as you whispered that, in a way, you considered yourselves even at that moment.

Yuma (click for the accompanying music I imagined)
It was one o’clock in the morning and the two of you were in a club with a few people from school. Going out with acquaintances was something you rarely ever did, and therefore you had put quite the effort in looking good; you’d taken out the prettiest playsuit you owned and paid close attention to neatly applying a dark plum colour your lips. The vampire frowned, telling you that you shouldn’t attract too much attention by dressing up the way you did. You waved it off, arguing that you only wanted to look good for yourself and, giving him a mischievous wink, possibly even for him. As expected, Yuma also tried to refuse when you insisted to go onto the dance floor, as he didn’t want anyone else to touch you, but eventually gave in to you when you stood on your tippy toes to kiss him as to reassure him. The brunette positioned himself behind you, holding your waist and pulling you against his large frame to keep you close as the two of you mingled yourselves with the dancing crowd. As you danced to a slow, hip-hop rhythm, the vampire occasionally ground his hips against your behind in a playful way, and in response, you leaned your head back to press a kiss to the crook of his neck, transferring some colour onto his skin. “Heh, you marking me now, ain’t ya?” Yuma said when he pressed his smirking lips against your ear. “Good. All those boys will know right away who ya belong to.”

The vampire had just finished his set at a local idol event, and you waited for him, alone, to meet you in his dressing room. It was meant to be a surprise, and therefore you had put on a frilly, beige dress and applied to your lips in a rosy pink colour; Kou’s favourite colours on you. After a few minutes, he came running across the threshold, clothed in a plain white tank  top soaked with his sweat, ripped jeans and running shoes. At first, he seemed a bit startled to see you standing there all of a sudden, but, before you could even greet him, he wrapped his arms around your hips and lifted you into the air with a resounding laugh. “My little kitten!” Kou exclaimed, playfully squeezing your butt through your clothes while he looked up at you. "Look at you, waiting for me here, dressed up all cute!” As soon as the blonde put you down, you planted a firm kiss on his cheek, leaving an obvious pink mark on his skin, before grabbing a fistful of the fabric of his his tank top and placing your lips on his. Kou soon pulled away to meet your content gaze. “Ah, hey, I still need to go out back to hand out signatures…” he said, seemingly feigning innocence, while scratching the back of his neck. You winked at him, smiling gently, and briefly poked his stained cheek with a finger. Suddenly, Kou grabbed your hand, pulling you close and looking down on you in an almost menacing way. “Don’t get all cocky now, kitten,” he sneered, “but you know what? I’ll give you your way for now and show the fans that I’m taken, but when I’m done I’ll show you your place…” You swallowed and nodded quietly, and after placing another brief kiss on your lips, the vampire walked away with a beaming smile, and yelled over his shoulder, as if not a single threat had been made, “Alright! I’ll see you in a bit!”

The two of you had collapsed, utterly exhausted, onto his bed after a long day of cleaning, grocery shopping, cooking extravagant meals for the entire family, and various other chores around the house that had been ascribed to you that week. Even though you had been so busy, you had gotten up earlier than you had to and put effort into looking good for the day, giving yourself a full face of make-up, complete from primer to a peach coloured lipstick. Surprisingly enough, the lipstick had lasted all day, and as you snuggled up against Azusa, you subconsciously pressed your lips against the cool skin of his inner arm, only just above one of his bandages. Some of the peachy colour stained his skin. The vampire flinched for a brief moment, seemingly fragile and not expecting the sudden touch so near his wounds. This made you flinch slightly yourself, and you propped yourself up on one elbow to see Azusa intently looking at the mark on his arm with a confused expression on his face. “So… is this your way of… claiming me like I claim you?” he asked, the tone in his voice indicating that he was asking a genuine question. You replied with a giggle, feeling flattered by his innocence, and said that placing kisses on the most delicate parts of his body was a way of showing him your love. “But…” Azusa started, but soon left his unfinished sentence hang in the air and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head instead, sighing deeply, before whispering,“Thank you.”


This is loosely based off Fire and the Flood by Vance Joy. 

Bellamy stood at his post but he wasn’t watching the woods for movement at all. He was watching your tent. You’d been hanging out with another guy, Bellamy wasn’t even sure of his name. James, maybe? He didn’t know. How could he let you hang out with a guy whose name he didn’t even know. He checked to make sure the other guards were doing their jobs before he stepped off his post, taking long swigs of moonshine as he made his way over to your tent. You were inside, laughing over something the guy had said, he was laughing with you. 

You and Bellamy used to laugh like that. Your infectious laugh, your beautiful, shining laugh that made everything okay. 

He missed you. 

He stood outside your tent, careful not to make a shadow on the wall. as he stood as still as he possibly could, listening to you talking and laughing with the guy in your tent until the laughing stopped and there was silence, you lips parting and then closing around that other guy’s. And Bellamy couldn’t take it. 

He stormed inside your tent, causing you to jump back and the guy to look round and see what was happening. Well, he would have if he’d had time. But Bellamy grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him to his feet, throwing punches and knocking the guy back on his feet. 

“Bellamy!” you shouted. The guy got two good punches in before Bellamy knocked him to the ground. Bellamy had blood pouring from his nose and by this time, there were people gathered outside your tent. The guy got up and pushed through the crowd, running away from your tent. You sighed and flipped off everyone gathered outside of your tent. “Get the fuck out.” you grumbled at them and so they one by one broke away, going about their business. 


“Bellamy, don’t give me any excuses. That’s the third guy you’ve chased out of my tent.” You growled. You didn’t want to clean him up and take care of him but you had to. No matter what, you’d always be cleaning up his messes because you were in love with him and there was nothing anyone could do to change that. Not even Bellamy cheating on you could change that. 

“I love you, Y/N.” 

“Please don’t do this to me, Bellamy.” you begged, pushing him onto your bed, seating yourself beside him as you both turned to one another. you placed the wooden bowl of warm water on the ground and wrung a cloth in it. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” he whined. 

“You’re drunk right now, Bell. You’ll be fine in the morning okay? Just let me get you cleaned up.” you told him softly. He was crying, sniffling out apologies like you knew he would only do for you. You knew Bellamy loved you and you loved him back but it wasn’t healthy for you to be in a relationship with him. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N… Please…” 

“What do you want from me, Bellamy? Do you want forgiveness? Fine! I give it to you. You’re forgiven! Is that what you wanted?” 

“I want you.” he dropped his head but you hooked a finger under his chin and continued to clear the blood off his face and keep the rag on his nose. 

“I can’t Bellamy.” 

“Why not?” 

“You know why, Bell. You broke my heart and I mean you really broke it. You took it out of my chest and squished it all to hell and then you spit on it. Threw it in the fire and burned the ashes! What do I have to say to get through to you? You hurt me, Bellamy. You had a choice and you chose her. You had sex with her in our bed, Bell. I heard you and I saw you and I still hear and see you all the time.” 

“But you love me.” 

“You’re right. I do. But we’re done, Bell. You have to let me go.” you told him as the bleeding stopped in his nose and you cleaned the rest of it up. “Now, get out.” 


You gathered yourself, not letting yourself look at him. “Now, Bellamy.” your voice cracked as you spoke and he stood there for a couple of seconds before he turned shakily and shuffled out of your tent. 

Just Don’t

I’m sure there’s already probably a post out there about this but here’s a list of things not to say to someone with a chronic illness:

1. “But you don’t look sick.” - I read this article about a girl who’s really sick with a lot of different chronic illnesses, and she said that if she had a dollar for every time she’s been told this she could afford the various surgeries she needs to survive. I’ve said it before, it’s a blessing and a curse to not look as horrible as we feel. On good days, I like to pretend that I’m normal and I can blend in. On the bad days, I hear this a thousand times. Do you think that by telling me this I magically feel better? Because that’s not how this works. Y’all are lucky I don’t look how I feel because you’d run screaming. The reason this offends us is because it comes off like you’re not believing us. Please don’t do it.

2. “You’re too young to have that.” - Thank you. I’ll just tell that to my body. Did it fix me? No? Shocking. Again, this is offensive because it seems like you’re not believing us. Please don’t do it.

3. “At least it’s not cancer.” - Omgggggg. This one pisses me off like no other. There’s a post about this I’ve seen on here and the best line is something like “Who told you it was okay to rank suffering?” <——- READ IT AGAIN. That is never okay. You come off as so ignorant when this comment is made. Just because you actually know something about cancer doesn’t mean you know anything about how it would compare to my illness and it’s so ignorant to even try to compare them!!!! Did you know that the most commonly used drugs to treat autoimmune diseases are chemo drugs? And we stay on those for LIFE. Also, what’s one of the most feared things for a cancer survivor? A relapse. This is like waking up to a relapse every day of our lives. This is offensive because it’s ignorant. You know nothing about my illnesses and yet you’re going to try to compare it to something else and the fact that you’re trying to compare two different types of suffering when you know nothing about the one is just wrong. It’s just wrong to even try to say one person is suffering more than another. Don’t do it. —–> this section also includes the “this person I know had cancer and is living an inspiring adventurous life” people. Just stop. Honestly. Do you think I’m just sitting here bitching and not trying my hardest to survive? Do you think I enjoy this? Do you seriously think that if I had any way to live like that that I would still be sitting here? Omg. Please don’t do it.

4. “My aunt’s sister’s cousin’s dog’s brother’s friend has that and she’s fine.” - I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard this shit. Okay the dog part is exaggerated but not much! Like please, tell me how this person you’ve maybe seen twice in your life and maybe even talked to once is just doing fine. Did you ask them about their illness? Did you ask them how long it took for them to get diagnosed and what life was like during that time? Did you ask how many medications they’re on to keep them going in a semi-normal life? Did you ask them how they’re actually feeling underneath that smile? Did you ask them if they’re going to cry when they get home from being in so much pain from spending a day pretending to be normal? You didn’t? Didn’t think so. Again, ignorant. Please don’t do it.

5. “You just need to be more positive.” - Seriously? Please, tell me more. Explain to my joints that since I’m thinking happy thoughts they shouldn’t be aching any more. Explain to my lungs that I should be able to breathe now. You know, I know that being positive is something I need to work on and that it can help me with my overall happiness on good days. But this is offensive because you imply that I’m not trying hard enough and that this is a simple illness that can vanish if I put in enough effort. Like I’m not doing everything I possibly can. Like I’m just being lazy. Being positive is not going to change the nights I spend alone in too much pain to sleep. Ignorant. Please don’t do it.

6. “Are you sure it’s not all in your head?” - Man…this is the worst. Like there is no way that this comment could be helpful. You are indicating that you don’t believe the person speaking and that you aren’t listening to anything they’re telling you. If somebody is telling you about their illnesses they’re telling you about real shit. Shut up and listen. Plus, this also bothers me because it’s derogatory towards anyone with mental illnesses. So what if it was in my head? Does that make it any less real? If you care about somebody does it matter where their pain is coming from? More ignorance. Please don’t do it.

I think that most people just don’t really grasp the reality of the situation and the fact that you can get sick and never get better. I think most people honestly think they’re helping in some way but these things make us feel even more isolated and make us want to reach out to people even less. Saying these things shows us that you know nothing about our lives and that you aren’t listening to what we’re saying. Because in all honesty, none of these things have anything to do with our own individual situations. So if you really care about the person who’s opening up to you about their illness, listen to what they say about what their life is really like. You can ask questions we love it when someone shows a genuine interest but don’t say ignorant things. If you don’t know what someone is going through, then don’t pretend like you do. Don’t compare one case to another, don’t compare one disease to another, don’t judge us by our appearance or our age, don’t make assumptions about our mental health or our mindset. There are so many stigmas against us anyways so if somebody you care about is trying to inform you please listen. Thank you.

Creepypasta #974: Always Be Home before the Street Lamps Turn On

Length: Super long

I’ve been lurking here for a while, and I never really thought that I had anything worth posting here, until I drove through my old neighborhood. The memory hit me like a freight train, and even though I try not to think about it, it’s stuck in my head replaying over and over again. I have to tell someone before I go crazy.

I’m sure most people over the age of twenty know about the street lamp rule. As soon as the street lamps turn on, you come straight home, no ifs ands or buts. Even if you were playing a really fun game of kickball, or you still had one last person to find during your game of hide and seek, you always had to come home before it got too dark, even if you lived in the safest neighborhood in the world.

Now, we had those rules growing up in my neighborhood. I don’t want to say the name of it for obvious reasons, but it was a small neighborhood in southern California. It was a very quiet neighborhood, where everyone knew each other and there was never any trouble. But we always had to come home before the lights came on. Everything was fine during the day, but at night all the parents got… Anxious.

I never really noticed at first, I thought it was just parents upset that their kids weren’t home yet, but as I got older I realized that their reaction was odd. It would be normal if there was crime in our neighborhood, but save for the raccoons knocking over garbage cans there was never any trouble. I just shrugged it off as parents being parents until I finally realized why we were supposed to come home.

My friends and I had been playing all afternoon, and our games eventually moved from the quiet streets to the nearby woods. Even though it was getting late, my friends and I wanted to play one more game of hide and seek before we had to go home. We were around 10 at the time, so we were pretty young, but definitely not little kids.

It was Mark, Sam, Tom and I that day. Mark was the seeker and the rest of us hid. I hid in the spot that I always used and that had never failed me before: The old treehouse. I don’t know why, but no one ever thought to check up there. It was probably because it was old and rickety, but I was never afraid to climb up there. Plus, I could see out the window and watch everyone else run around and sometimes even see people hiding.

About 20 minutes into our game I saw Mark walk over to the street before turning back to the woods and yelling “The lights are on, game over! See you later guys,” before he turned to run back home which was just down the street. I sighed in disappointment before trudging down the ladder. As soon as my feet hit the forest floor, something felt… Wrong.

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anonymous asked:

ok but how would sasuke propose ?

im 100% sure ive talked about this before but i can’t find that post anymore so i’ll just do it again

They’ve been together for a few years, and Naruto is content with the way things are, but Sasuke feels like there is something missing. He wants more. He grew up with his idea of marriage being what his parents had. A union of love, shared between two people who chose eachother for who they were, and to him, marriage still feels like something special. To him, being married means making an eternal promise to your partner, that you’ll never leave them and that you’ll always be there for eachother, and that is something Sasuke really treasures. Especially when it comes to him and Naruto. It’s something he wants, but simultaneously also something that scares the absolute crap out of him. He’s already lost everything dear to him once, and even though it’s been years and the nightmares are few and far between nowadays, there’s still a small part of him that’s afraid something like that might happen again one day. The fear never really goes away, but even so, he still wants it. 

Naruto, however, has never really thought about marriage before. There was no one around him married when he was younger, so why would he? Sure, he knows what marriage is, and he’s seen married people happy together in the village, but he’s never given it any thought besides that (especially not in regards of his own love life) so he doesn’t really hold that much value to it. If you’re already with the person you love most in the world, then why would you need a piece of paper to prove it?? He just doesn’t really get it. 

So it starts with Sasuke carefully telling Naruto about his views on marriage, letting him know it’s something he’d ultimately want out of the relationship he has with the person he cares for the most, and slowly Naruto starts understanding what it means, at least to Sasuke, and he starts considering it for himself. With the way Sasuke is describing it, it really does sound like something beautiful, something just for them, something he would definitely want for him and Sasuke. 

It’s three weeks later, and they’ve talked about it a few more times in the meantime, and Sasuke feels like now is the time to ask. The more they talk about marriage, the more he feels like it’s starting to become something Naruto wants as well, and he feels like now would be the right time to take the chance. He has his old hitai-ate melted down into two rings,  one with the Uchiha clan symbol engraved into it for Naruto, and one with the Uzumaki clan symbol engraved into it for him. He asks Naruto to join him at the old pier they used hang out at as children, and that’s where he asks his question. He doesn’t go down on one knee like he’s sure his father did for his mother, but instead sits next to Naruto at the end of the pier, their fingers entangled on Naruto’s knee, and he carefully lets the rings slide down into Naruto’s lap. 

At first, Naruto doesn’t say anything. He just stares at the rings in his lap, and Sasuke feels his throat closing up. What if this was all a big misunderstanding? What if this really wasn’t something Naruto wanted after all and he’d said no? But then Naruto carefully untangles his fingers from Sasukes’ to pick them up for closer inspection. He sees their clan symbols engraved on the insides, and he thinks about everything Sasuke told him about his view on marriage, and suddenly he can’t stop the big smile from creeping up on his face anymore. He wants this, just as badly as Sasuke does. 

He grabs Sasuke by the hand, and janks him up to his feet. “Put mine on me! And let me put yours on you!” And they do, Sasuke still feeling a little shaky and weak in the knees from when time had seemed to crawl to a stop when he’d first slid the rings into Naruto’s lap and Naruto had only stared at them, but now they’re both looking at the rings on their fingers with wonder, and maybe a little bit of excitement, because this is really happening, they’re really getting married, and then suddenly Sasuke feels himself getting knocked back by a heavy ball of blond excitement, he feels his foot starting to slide off the edge of the pier and before he’s able to process what’s happening, they’re lying in the water together. 

‘You usuratonkachi’, is what he wants to say, but what comes out instead is one of the realest, most genuine laughs Naruto has ever heard from him, and Naruto can’t help but kiss him silly.

Father-To-Be (Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Chen)

Reaction Prompt: When their partner tells them that they’re pregnant after trying for a baby. (Part 1 of 3) 

Masterlist | Mobile Masterlist 

A/N: This series was requested anonymously like forever ago and I’m finally posting it. It’s like a reaction-scenario hybrid, so I’m not too sure about the format but we’ll see how it goes. I tried to make little details to separate the members reactions from each other. This is basically one of the fluffiest things that I’ve probably posted on this blog, nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it~   -Lana


You made sure to sit him down before telling him the news. You were already nervous about it as it wasn’t the best timing. On the other hand, it was something that the two of you had been trying to do for a while now. Despite your nerves, you put on a smile and sat down beside him, taking his hands.

“What are you doing?” he stared at you in confusion.

“We’re going to have a baby,” you spoke plainly, looking at his eyes, eager for his reaction. His face fell blank as he looked at you.


“I’m pregnant. You’re gonna be a dad,” you nodded, trying to help him along.

“Are you serious?” he grabbed at your hands, a smile quickly lighting up his face. You nodded, your own smile growing at the sight of his excitement. “You’re really serious?!” he nearly yelled as he stood up. You just kept nodding.

“I’m serious. This is real,” you assured him.

“Oh my God,” he sat back down, immediately pulling you against him in a hug. He put his hands on either side of your face and started kissing you on your lips, on your cheeks, all over your face. “I’m so happy,” he muttered against your cheek.

“We’ve tried so hard,” you commented, thinking about how long it had been since the two of you began trying to have a child.

“We sure did,” he laughed. Briefly, he paused and looked at your face, “You’re happy?”

“I’m so happy,” you replied, kissing him back.

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