that even though you could do nothing to help him

anonymous asked:

Fic prompt: Bitty accidentally says something really hurtful to Jack when he's angry over the phone (like from Georgia or something). Jack takes it the wrong way and begins to panic and shut people out. Bitty doesn't realize what he's done until Jack doesn't reply to his apology a few days later and people text bitty because they're worried about Jack. Bitty has to quick find Jack and fix what he did and help him feel better

“You don’t understand!” Bitty shouts over the phone.

“But I do, Bits,” Jack retaliates for the umpteenth time this conversation.

“Jack, stop,” Bitty pleads, pressing the palm of his hand hard against his shut eyes. “You don’t, alright. You can’t. You haven’t grown up the way I did.”

“But I still–”


Bitty isn’t sure if it’s the crack in his voice, but Jack goes silent on the other end.

Bitty sighs out roughly. Time apart is meant to be good for their relationship–absence makes the heart grow fonder–but all it seems to have done for Jack and Bitty is create tension and frustration.

“Eric,” Jack begins as Bitty is trying to calm his breathing. It’s not the way he says it normally; soft and reverent. No, this is like the angry spike of syllables he got from Jack in his first year at Samwell. This is a slap in the face.

“No,” he says firmly, then hangs up before he adds on anything else that his heart is tempting him with by telling him it will feel so good to get off his chest. He’s got enough sense to know that he’d regret that when he’s cooled down. He doesn’t want to lose Jack, lord how much he doesn’t want that.

Bitty turns his phone off and keeps it off for the rest of the night. His fingers itch, and he knows that even if he doesn’t text Jack, he’d be tweeting something vague and passive-aggressive which will only cause worry for his followers, some of which belong to the SMH.


The next morning Bitty sleeps in after having stayed up late baking. He opens his eyes slowly, aware that this morning he’s going to have to turn his phone back on and face the fact of his conversation with Jack last night.

He does it like ripping a band-aid off. Phone on, apology text sent, then he leaves it on his nightstand and heads downstairs.

He eats, then he bakes and listens to his music louder than normal. He’s calm now, last night’s frustration gone, and ready to talk to Jack about what he actually meant.

Upstairs, sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands, Bitty is stumped. There’s no response from Jack. He sends another text, asking Jack to call him later in the evening, and leaves his phone beside his laptop on the desk and he starts editing a vlog entry.

That evening, there’s no call. No text either, which worries Bitty as it’s outside Jack’s normal mode of operation. The smallest bit of doubt trembles in his fingers as he sends another text to Jack close to midnight, just to check that everything is okay.

Two days go by with no communication from Jack. It’s strange, and what’s stranger are the messages flooding his inbox from what seems like every contact he has but Jack. They’re all variations on the same sentiment.

Hey Bits. Jack talked to you recently? He’s not answering my emails. Thx.

Bruh is Jack giving you radio silence too?

Could you let Jack know I’ve sent him those spreadsheets? Calls aren’t going through. Thanks man.

Do you know if Jack’s gone away or something?

Have you talked to Jack?

Is Jack talking to you?

Have you talked to Jack?

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Say It (1/8)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 6,594 (I have a problem, lol)

Request: “Could you write buckyxreader where the reader has a speech impediment.”

Warning: Angst, descriptions of blood 

A/N: This was a request by @gondorgirl01 a very very very long time ago, but I never got around to writing it before now. I’m apologizing though, I promised you fluff, but the angst wrote itself. Haha. I wanted to post this on your birthday, but I was like, “nope, not gonna angst her this hard on her b-day, that’s just plain rude”. I love you girl, and I promise to make up for this angst with some fluff for you at some other point! hehe. Love you! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


You didn’t know what it was about Bucky that drew you to him.

All you knew was that the pull you had towards him was like a magnet to steel.

Every time he would enter the room, every time he would speak, every time he would smile, the pull became stronger and stronger.

Your mother told you it was because girls were born with an instinct to fix what was broken, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

You didn’t want to fix Bucky because it wasn’t your job to fix him. He was broken, yes, but no one but himself could fix that. It was a battle he had to fight on his own.

But you wanted to help. You wanted to be there for Bucky, to support him in his journey to recovery.  

That was all you really wanted to do, but you didn’t know how. Bucky spoke to all the Avengers, he was kind, he did his very best to show the Avengers the gratitude he felt, and you wanted to talk to him as well. You wanted to assure him that all the Avengers including yourself were happy to have him here, were happy to help him, were happy to be part of his life. You wanted to tell him that so badly, but you couldn’t. And that was probably the hardest fact for you to swallow each and every day when you saw him. A million words you wanted to say, but the only thing you could do was smile bright his way and hope he understood why you were the only one who couldn’t say a word to him.

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Don’t Fight This, Don’t Fight Us- Harry Hook x Reader

Originally posted by seaside-stars

A/n I am going to try to finish up and couple more request today but I am not sure if I will be able to get to it. Thank you for all the request, feels great to get them.

Request/Summary: Can you please do an imagine of Harry Hook where Harry gets brought to Auradon and you are TinkerBells daughter but when u look into his eyes u guys fall in love & you go home to tell ur mom but she gets mad so you decide to avoid your feelings for Harry but he pushes it. You can chose ur ending if it doesn’t make sense (:

Warnings: None

“Thank you again for doing this y/n,” My best friend Ben whispered to me as the limo carrying the kids from the Isle pulled up. I gave him a small smile and nod.

“No problem,” I whispered back. The limo driver hopped out and opened the door. Out stepped a girl with teal hair, a boy with blonde hair, and another boy with brown hair. I looked them up and down and notice the hook the brown haired boy carried. That could only mean one thing.

He was Captain James Hook’s son.

The smile I had on my face fell slightly as I looked over to Ben.

“Hello guys, welcome to Auradon,” He said with a huge grin on his face. He must have sensed my discomfort as he looked over at me with a worried expression. I simply turned back to the three of them and made eye contact with Hooks son. All the fear I had felt from being around him went away when I looked into his beautiful eyes. He smirked at me and I immediately ripped my gaze away from his blushing. I looked at the other two kids and saw them staring at me, Ben noticed this too.

“This is Y/n Bell. She will be showing you guys around the school and answering any questions you have. Y/n This is Uma, Gil, and Harry,” Ben pointed to them when he said there names. I gave them all friendly smiles but quickly returned my attention to Ben as a guard came up and whispered something into Ben’s ear.

“I am sorry but I have to go but I am leaving you in good hands,” He said as he started walking off. I grabbed his hand and pulled him so our backs were facing the three.

“Ben you can’t leave me with them, I thought you were going to stay with us during the tour,” I said in a panicked tone. Ben laughed at me and patted my back.

“You will be fine, besides what could go wrong,” He asked as he left me behind with them. After a few seconds I turned around with a forced smile. I didn’t have a problem with them it was just that Harry kid made me want to melt when I looked at him.

“Well why don’t we start the tour,” I asked them with fake excitement. They all mumbled their agreement and we started the tour. As I walked them around the school Harry kept making flirty comments. Gil would laugh at them and Uma would scold him but would end up laughing. I would turn as red as the jacket he was wearing. After a long hour of being a blushing mess I finished the tour.

“That is pretty much it, if you guys have any questions then feel free to ask me. If you can’t find me I am sure someone else will happily answer them,” I finished feeling slightly relieved. I watched as Uma and Gil walked away to their dorms but Harry stayed behind.

“So, you’re a Bell,” He asked me. I nodded my head.

“I hope you don’t have anything against me because of my father,” He said after a while.

“You’re not your father, I don’t have anything to hold against you,” I told him. That made him smile.

“I like you lass, do you want to go out sometime,” He asked me with no trace of fear. 

“L-Like a d-date,” I stuttered out, shocked that he would want to go on a date with Tinker Bells daughter.

“Yeah, a date,” He said a little uneasy. I smiled at him.

“Sure, why not. I have to be going though, my mom is expecting me. Just tell me tomorrow when you want to go,” I told him as I turned to leave.

~At Your House~

“I will not let you see that boy,” My mom yelled at me. We had been arguing for hours just because I wanted to go on a date with Harry.

“Mom he is not his father, why can’t you just let me be happy,” I screamed back.

“Honey, I want you to be happy. That is why you shouldn’t be with that Hook boy. He is bad news,” She said in a tad bit quieter tone.

“Mom you don’t even know him,” I shot back.

“You are never going to talk to that boy again and that is final. Do you understand me,” She snapped back. 

“Yes ma’am,” I mumbled back stomping up to my room. It wasn’t fair, if I liked the boy then why couldn’t I go on a date with him. It’s not like I was marrying him. What was the harm in it? I mean he wasn’t like his father was he was he? He lived on the Isle though which means he is a villain and I have heard some rumors about him before he even got here. Maybe my mom was right, I just need to push my feelings aside and everything will be fine. I soon fell into a deep sleep thinking about Harry.

I walked down the halls of Auradon when I spotted Harry. When he saw me a huge grin spread across his face and he waved at me. I quickly turned around and walked the other way. I felt horrible for doing it but I had too. It was for the best. I quickly walked to my first block class, having to take the longer route so I wouldn’t have to walk passed Harry.

I had successfully avoided Harry all day. He had tried to talk to me but when every he did I would make up an excuse as to why I couldn’t talk or just act like I didn’t hear him. It was the end of the day and I was walking with Ben.

“I just don’t get why you are avoiding him. I know you like him,” He said as we walked.

“Ben you know that my mom doesn’t want me talking to him. Plus he is no good, I mean you have heard the rumors about him,” I tried to reason with him.

“Yes but as you said they are rumors. That doesn’t mean they are true. Oh look who is coming,” Ben stated with a smug smile. I quickly turned to him with a look of panic.

“Well I should be going,” He said as he turned to go. i quickly grabbed his arm making him stop.

“You can’t leave me with him. I will do anything,” I begged him which only caused him to laugh.

“Sorry but I things to do. You’ll thank me later,” He laughed out as he walked away leaving me behind with a sour look on my face.

“Hey,” I heard Harry nervously say.

“Hi Harry,” I said back with no emotion. I practically could feel the uneasiness radiating off his body.

“Why have you been avoiding me,” He asked.

“I haven’t been avoiding you,” I quickly denied.

“Then why is it everytime I call your name you turn away from me and walk away or when I actually get to talk to you, you come up with a reason to leave,” He questioned me.

“I just don’t want to talk to you,” I bitterly stated. It came out way colder than I intended but it was easier this way.

“What do you mean you don’t want to talk to me? You can’t tell me you feel nothing for me,” His voice was full of hurt. I stayed silent, knowing my voice would betray me. He took a few steps forward but I stepped back and help my hands out infront of me.

“Harry please,” I stammered out. Even though I wanted to hug him and tell him I was sorry but I couldn’t. 

“We just won’t work out if we did start dating so what is the point?”

“How do you know that? Y/n we could make it work, don’t fight this. Don’t fight us,” He pleaded. 

“Harry,” I sighed out.

“Please, just give it a chance. I may not know much about love but I know whatever I feel when I am around you is more than a friendly feel,” He said as he caressed my cheek with his hook.

“I want to, I really do but I just can’t. My mom-,” I started but got cut-off by him.

“Your mom doesn’t control your like y/n. You get to chose who you spend it with,” He said. He was right, she couldn’t decided who I wanted to be with. That was all up to me. 

“You’re right, she doesn’t control how I feel. Harry, I want to give this a chance,” I said with a smile. He returned the smile and pulled me into a hug.

“You won’t regret this Y/n.”

A/n I am sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind. I don’t know how I feel about this one but I hope you kind of liked it.

Don’t tell me about heartbreak. When my parents got divorced I was only 9 years old. I heard my father say it hurt him more than a thousand knives being stabbed into his heart all at once. I never understood what it means. I thought this is just some poetic way of expressing that you don’t want to lose someone. My father loved my mother for 10 years after the divorce and still probably does even though he knew that she moved on. He still talked about her like she puts the stars in the sky.
When my mother had a brain injury last year in October and it wasn’t sure if she would make it through my dad wanted to see her again, but a lot of things happened and my family decided not to let him see her. I don’t think you understand how hard it was for me to tell him that he isn’t allowed to see the love of his life again. I saw him cry because there is nothing we could do to help my mom. My dad got diagnosed with cancer in January 2017. I turn 20 next year and I saw my dad taking his last breath 4 months ago. I saw how he suffered to his very last moment. I get it now. It was his last wish to see her again. The realization of it hit me when I noticed the picture of my mother hanging above his death bed a few minutes after he died. And in that moment I felt the knives.
—  My father is the reason I believe in true love
What Comes Next || Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

He was surprised when you first told him, and then he was fine with it. It wasn’t what you were expecting but you were grateful he understood. When you told him the news about you being pregnant, you were sure he was going to judge you, he was going to leave, but then he stayed.

Jungkook was your best friend, and someone you could always count on. So when you told him that Taehyung, your boyfriend of three years now, had gotten you pregnant, he accepted it. He didn’t say anything bad, nothing along the lines of “you’re too young”. He told you that it was okay and that he would support you the entire way through.

There were some things you didn’t want to talk about, and that was when you would break the news to Taehyung. At first you had been scared, and there were a lot of times Jungkook would have to come over and calm you down. You were terrified that you being pregnant could ruin everything for Taehyung.

The last thing you wanted to do was ruin his career. You knew he had worked so hard tog et to where he was and you weren’t going to be the reason he stopped. There was a part of you that felt bad though, because Jungkook was the one who was helping you, even though it had nothing to do with him, and for that you were thankful.

He had promised to keep it a secret from Taehyung, not wanting to worry you anymore than you already were. For now it was a secret between the two of you.

It was two months into the pregnancy, and you had already started to notice the baby bump starting. There was a little bit of a belly forming and you found yourself holding your stomach anytime you had the chance. When Taehyung would come over you found yourself moving his hands to your stomach even though he had no idea what was going on.

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anonymous asked:

I love how you rub Tony in Steve's face. literally nothing makes me happier than reading how bitter things end up for him. give me any and all the Steve realising what a jerk-ward he is and having tony being happy shoved into him and his 'team's' smug little faces.

“Thanks for cooking dinner. It was -”

“You should go. To him, I mean. No hard feelings. We’re still a team. Nothing will change even though we’re over.”


“Seriously. It’s fine. I know you want him. You should find him and then have what you want.”

“… Thank you.”

Tony’s throat ached. Taking a shot of vodka didn’t help. If anything, it just made him feel even more maudlin. He didn’t know why he kept doing this. Re-watching the precise moment that his and Steve’s relationship had officially ended was like the worst kind of torture. It brought that awful feeling of suffocation roaring back, especially since he could see details now that he couldn’t see at the time, when he’d been too busy drawing on every ounce of strength to hold himself together until Steve hurried out of the room.

Things like the wariness on Steve’s face when Tony first spoke, which all too quickly changed to shock and then - like a knife to the heart - relief. That relief confirmed everything Tony needed to know: if he ever started thinking that maybe he’d made a mistake, watching this minute-long video would set him straight. Steve had never really wanted him. Tony was a convenient stand-in. Second best, if that. And as soon as Steve had found out that Bucky was alive, it was like Tony ceased to matter. They’d barely hard a relationship in the end, as Steve’s time away searching had grown longer and his greetings to Tony colder.

“Play it again, FRI,” he said hoarsely, grabbing the bottle. In spite of how easily that shot had gone down, that was only his first. He watched it again, hand shaking a little as Steve turned and rushed out of the room. Didn’t even give a second look to the man who’d funded Steve’s life in the future and loved Steve with everything he had, just ran away like an imprisoned man offered freedom.

And now here it was two years later. The civil war that had torn the team apart was done and over. Tony had a new team now, and a new life. Even a new lover. Peter Quill, leader of the Guardians, was as different from Steve as anyone could be. He was funny and sarcastic and he loved to dance; that was actually how they’d kissed for the first time, after Peter had grabbed Tony’s hands and hauled him up to dance to some music. When a slower song came on, Peter hadn’t let go. He’d just leaned in and given Tony the perfect first kiss. It was straight out of an 80’s romcom and it made Tony blush a little just remembering it.

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“I’m lost without you...” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#8. Going through a crisis together.

This is not a funny story, but after all the fluffiness I wrote lately, I wanted to write something…kinda sad. Not the angstiest story I ever written but…just not just fluff. There’s still some fluffy moments though, and maybe you won’t find it sad at all, maybe it won’t touch you (and didn’t proofread because of reasons), it’s also maybe a bit (a lot) cheesy but…Oh well, hope you’ll still like it :

(My masterlist blog here :


-You have to choose mister Wayne.

-I…I can’t…how…how am I suppose to…

-If you don’t, they will both die. It’s as simple as that, you have to take a decision. Now. 

Bruce’s head is spinning, and he cannot hear anything else but the fast beating of his heart. Why was this happening ? Why couldn’t something go right for once ? Hasn’t he and his family suffered enough already ?

He feels light headed and sits down on the cold metal chair, in a cold and way too bright hospital corridor. His sons are here, and he just faintly feels their hands supporting him, helping him sit down, stroking his back soothingly, hugging him to try and make him feel better…But he cannot feel better.

He has to make an impossible choice.

Mercilessly, the doctor insists once more, because time is running out :

-Your wife, or the child mister Wayne ? We cannot save both of them. 

His wife, or his child.

How could he choose ?


He wakes up with a start, and by instinct reaches for you…but you’re not here. You haven’t been here for the past month and a half. Unable to soothe him back to sleep after one of his nightmare, as you would usually do. 

Bruce felt like he was back when he was eight years old and just lost his parents. Back in Crime Alley that fateful night. 

He couldn’t see the light, all hope had left him, all will of living slowly faded away, and he was full of so much anger and sadness. 

Angry at the World, angry at life, angry at you…but the sorrow he felt was stronger. And he couldn’t use his anger, he couldn’t be strong this time, turn his life around to be able to live with the thought of loosing someone he loved so much, he couldn’t bear to live like this…Without you. He needed you. Your support. Your presence. Holding you in his arms was all he craved for…He looked at the spot you haven’t occupied in a month and a half and sighed. 

He was almost hoping you’d open the bathroom door, and come back to bed with him, smiling…But you wouldn’t. 

Not because you died, but because he “let your daughter die”. 

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Title: Escape the Night I(Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The team is all invited to Tony’s housewarming dinner party, a 20s themed soiree with a twisted surprise that not even Mr. Stark himself knows about.

Word Count: 2472

A/N: WOOH! This is definitely inspired by Escape the Night on YouTube Red; I love it so much that I had to write something. If you guys like this part, let me know and I’ll totally do a part 2! I hope you enjoy!

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Klangst fic request?: Lance has a dairy, and he doesn't want any of the team to know that he does. He used it as a coping mechanism, of having strong homesick feelings. he writes all about how he misses his family, and how he wished he could see them. Some day, Keith ends up secretly reading it, and Lance catches him. Keith didn't know lance felt that sad at times, and instead of being angry he just cries, and cries, and Keith comforts him. (Sorry if thats alot)

Oooohhhh heckle yeah. The langst and klangst give me life (but also kill me???) Hope you like it!!!
It was a journal, dammit. Not a diary, alright? At least, that’s what Lance would tell his siblings. He always carried it around with him, although he never really used it. That was until he was suddenly in space. His mama had given it to him before he went off to the Garrison, but now he wrote in it all the time. It made him feel closer to them in a way. Unlike your typical diary (it’s a JOURNAL!!), Lance wouldn’t write in it everyday or how his day was. No, he would spill out all his emotions and insecurities. He would write when the homesickness became too much to bear, write when he couldn’t ignore the little voice in the back of his telling him he wasn’t good enough. He kept it hidden from the his team; he didn’t want them to see all the pain he was hiding. He didn’t want them to view him as weak. So, he kept it between him and the worn pages.
Keith was in Lance’s room, looking for his jacket that he left the night before. While Keith was looking on his desk, he came a across a slim book with a leather cover. He ran his fingers over it, curiosity overcoming him. He picked it up and quickly recognized Lance’s loopy handwriting. He noted that at the top of every page was a date. “Is this..a diary?” Keith knew he shouldn’t be going through Lance’s things, especially something this personal, but his curiosity got the better of him. He flipped to a random page, one that was dated a few days ago.
*July 20, 2047*
“Hello, good-lookin’! And I mean me, not you journal. Anyways, nothing much happened today. We mainly just trained today. I wasn’t really paying attention though. It was going good at first, but then Keith put his mullet in a ponytail, and in that moment, I’m pretty sure my soul left my body. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him.”
Keith blushed at that, lightly chuckling and shaking his head.
“And Keith was amazing. As always. He’s good at everything. Almost perfect even. …unlike me. Whenever I watched Keith do something amazing or incredible, I can’t help be a proud boyfriend, but it also kills me inside. He could do better than me. I mess things up, don’t know when stop talking, and a pretty crummy Paladin. And I’m just waiting for the day that Keith finds that out, and when he does, he’ll find someone better than me. Heck, the same goes for the others. They deserve a Blue Paladin who’s serious and a total flying ninja badass. I’m just…average at best.”
Keith furrowed his brow as he read the words, letting his fingers trace over the words. He noticed that as Lance wrote, he writing became shaky and wet spots dotted the page.
“It’s days like this where I miss home the most. Mama would hug me and tell me everything was going to be okay. My siblings would pick at me for crying. Back home, I didn’t have to try to impress anyone. They were all satisfied with me being me. Not some defender of the universe. Just Lance. But now…just Lance isn’t enough. I’m not enough. I wonder how long until the team finds that out.”
Keith intakes a sharp breath, eyes filled with disbelief. Is this what Lance truly thinks about himself? “K-Keith?”
Keith whips his head around, finding Lance staring between him and the journal in his hands. “Lance! Um, I was just-it’s not what it looks-uh…Lance?” Keith drifted off as he watched as Lance just stared at the book, unmoving. Keith held his breath, waiting for Lance to say something. To his horror instead, Lance began to cry. Tears quickly streaming down his face as he slowly moved his gaze from the journal to Keith. Lance chocked on his breath, letting out a small “I’m sorry.” before curling his hands into fists and pressing them to his eyes.
Keith let the book fall from his hand, hitting the ground with a soft thud. He rushed over to Lance, taking him in his arms and holding him close. “Lance, oh god, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s okay, it’ll all be okay.” He held him tighter as Lance wrapped his arms around his neck. “Nobody thinks that about you, alright? You’re the best Paladin for this team, and nobody would even think that you weren’t enough. You are enough, more than enough, and we will all tell you that.”

Keith pulled back, cupping Lance’s face with his hands, using his thumbs to brush away his tears. “And as for me, there’s nobody else who I would be willing to spend the rest of my life with. I can officially say that there is no one in the entire galaxy that I would rather be with than you.”
Lance chuckled softly at that, wiping his nose on his sleeve and smiling softly at him. Keith gave him a small smile back. “Now there’s the Lance I know and love. Let’s get you clean up and get something to eat, yeah?” Lance blushed slightly and nodded, slipping his fingers through Keith’s. They both headed toward the kitchen when Lance stopped him. “Thank you Keith. For everything. But I just have one question.” Keith tilted his head to the side, slightly raising one eyebrow. “Where’s your jacket?” “Oh quiznak!”

NCT 127 Reacting To You Getting Clingy When You’re Jealous

~Not requested~


 He doesn’t even have the guts to speak to other girls , you had just seen someone stare at him a little too long and that’s where your jealousy kicked in, making you quickly take his hand in yours and give him a quick peck on the cheek, looking at the girl the whole time. He would get flustered due to the sudden clingyness (that’s not a word but lets just go with it) and would kinda just stare at you all wide eyed like tf you doing???

‘E-erm Y/N what’s gotten into you?’

Originally posted by nctinfo


A fan would’ve approached and keep complimenting him, your relationship was public anyway so you wouldn’t be able to help yourself but latch onto his side. He’d look over at you with a raised eyebrow but wouldn’t actually say anything till the fan had gone, when she had you still refused to let go of him making him laugh. He thought it was really cute that you got clingy when you were jealous and would love it so much.

‘You do realise she’s gone right?’

Originally posted by lq-johnny


He invited you back stage to see him and you see the make up stylist doing his makeup (that is her job duh) but also being slightly flirty, complimenting his face structure, his skin and eyes. You would walk behind him when the stylist was done and wrapped your arms around the back of him, placing kisses all over his face. He would love your sudden burst of clingyness but at the same time would laugh really awkwardly as he’s lowkey embarrassed because of all the people the room, including his members.

‘Hehe it’s nice to see you too jagi but… there’s people here.’ *nervous laughter*

Originally posted by haechanz


You’d be sitting together in a cafe, probably sitting opposite because it was easier for you two to talk. However when you turned around only to see a group of girls staring at Yuta and giggling together you couldn’t help yourself but get out of your booth and sit next to him, snuggling into his chest. He had obviously noticed the girls so would know why you had gotten up, he would just smirk and kiss your forehead so the other girls know that he’s taken, also reassuring you that he wasn’t going to try anything. Expect light teasing though~

’Wow you’re really that jealous huh?’

Originally posted by i-am-whalien-95


You were both on a date when a small group of fans approached you both with albums and a fudge ton of Doyoung posters, you got lowkey jealous of how many of them there was and how they all were Doyoung stans. You linked your arm through his and he kinda looked at you all shook like what??? When they left he started nagging slightly but at the same time reassuring you so you didn’t feel so awful about it. Wouldn’t hesitate in showing his distaste and saying all the bad situations your actions could’ve caused though.

‘You need to be more careful Y/N, what if we weren’t public or they start a rumor about us?’

Originally posted by jaedoworld


Jaehyun insisted you come to see his dance practice so of course you decided to go, but what you didn’t expect to see was another female trainee. She was constantly going to Jaehyun and complimenting his dance and how good he looked when he concentrated. When they were mid conversation you walked over and flung your arms around him, nearly knocking you both to the ground. If anything he’d just smile down at you and say how cute you are, whilst this is happening the trainee left making you smirk at your victory.

‘Ahh Jagi you’re so cute when you’re clingy~’

Originally posted by neotechs


Poor bean would be so unaware of the situation, he didn’t even notice the group of girls staring at him or even realise they were whistling at him. You noticed though, all too well. You would link your arm with his, leaning your head on his shoulder as you walked, which yes was quite uncomfortable but you were trying to make a point. Winwin would become so flustered though and kinda just stare down at you and asking you what you were doing, stuttering the whole time though. 

‘J-jagi…e-erm what a-are you doing?’

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts


Mark most likely was already flustered when a fan approached you both and started throwing all sorts of compliments at him, mildly flirting with him to top that. You would pull Mark into your arms and snuggle into his chest, this makes him so much more flustered you don’t even know. He’d have his arms out and eyes wide open because he doesn’t know how to handle the situation and looks from you to the fan and back to you again. He stutter out a thank you to the fan and she eventually leaves, making you get off of Mark like nothing happened. Confused beam right here~

’W-what just happened jagiya?’

Originally posted by taetmosphere


He invited you backstage so you could congratulate him or just boost his ego, not to get jealous of the maknae hair stylist. You couldn’t help yourself though as when you walked in she was doing everything but styling his hair so you made your way over and leaned down to give him a peck on the cheek. You’d also be a lil bit petty and start playing with his hair right in front of the stylist and just cling onto him. He’d be caught off guard at first but once his composure is regained he’s just smirking and teasing you throughout the whole time.

‘Hmm I wonder why you’re so clingy today…Oh wait I know why it’s because I did amazing today just like everyday~’

Originally posted by haecha

Okay this was supposed to be out yesterday but I didn’t get time to finish it as something came up, sorry guys but it’s here now~

We are literally 8 followers away from 500!!! I made the ask prompt yesterday so hopefully it’ll be uploaded later today, I can’t wait!

We have so much love for you guys and I can’t believe how far this blog has come, thank you all for the support and loving us~ Stay safe all of you and remember to take care of yourselves!

~Admin Stroni~

Better late than Never

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Meg, Charlie and Amara.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Just swearing. And waaaaay too many eye rolls and sarcastic scowls. FLUFF! (Dean being a sweety)

Summary: College Au. Everyone meets up for drinks as friends usually do and things take a very interesting turn. The reader finally admits how she feels.

A/N: This is for @dancingalone21​‘s AU Funny quote Challenge and I picked, “I have this code. No cash for ass.” I just wanna say congrats on 2K followers, your work is stellar and you deserve everyone of them. I hope everyone enjoys reading it as much as I enjoyed writing this. Thank you for reading and if you thought it was great, feedback would be appreciated. Lots of love!

Originally posted by canonspngifs

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Hold on for Me (Steve Rogers x Reader)

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Summary: You loved him. He didn’t know. And then, on a mission, you go and do something stupid. But maybe it was for the best.

Word Count: 1198

Warning(s): blood, gunshot wound

A/N: i’m not really feeling this one, especially with how well granted did about a week ago. i’m trying to get through what i have left then i have some part two’s to do! also… the end is vague for a reason so do with it what you will ;-)

Prompt: Hi! Idk if you’re still taking requests but if you are, can I ask an angsty-fluffy one that has the line “I made the biggest mistake of falling in love with my /best friend/.” Or something like that. Or the girl’s in love with her best friend who likes someone else/doesn’t see her until she gives up on him trope? Steve/Reader, please. I SO love your writing and I can’t wait to read more!😊 - anon

“Shit, there’s more of them then we thought.”

“Hey, watch your language.”

Steve turned his head to look back at you just long enough for you to catch the glare he shot at you. You couldn’t help the smug grin that captured your lips, patting him on the back, and mumbling an apology. It obviously wasn’t the time to be making jokes, being that you were on a mission and all. But you really couldn’t help making fun of your best friend. Especially when Steve just made it so easy.

“On my count,” Steve whispered, and even though you were right behind him, he was amplified over the comms, just in case you were to get separated. “Three.”

You tightened your grip on your ICER. Steve moved his shield to the magnets on the sleeve of his uniform.


Steve looked back at you again. A soft smile crossed your face, forgetting, just for that split second, what you were there for. He nodded, and you broke out of it and nodded back.


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Part of me thinks when Gabe agreed to go with David was not because he really wanted to, but because he thought he was obligated to. Like he said before to Javi about David “we have to be the ones to help him now” and by Kate being like “well you heard him he wanted to go there’s nothing we can do let’s move on!” Do you not understand? Could you not see through it? Gabe thought by sucking it up and saying to his dad he wants to go with him even though deep down he really didn’t is because he knew where his dad was at mentally he couldn’t let him suffer. And he knew if David stayed it would cause conflict between the whole family and the only way by getting David to go was for Gabe to go with him. Gabe did this all without hesitation. Gabe is so brave, he really is a man now.

anonymous asked:

sidon x short shy reader comfort scenario where reader feels inferior and sad please and also thank you sm ...

No problem sweetie! And if you ever need to talk about emotions that feel like they’re hard to get through, I’m glad to listen!

As for this ask, I’m going to stick to gender neutral pronouns until you correct me.

-Mod Pinks

Comforting tiny shy s/o who has thoughts of inferiority and sadness (Sidon) (Slight trigger warning at the beginning for negative thoughts of self worth)


This… this had not been a particularly cheery day. Being His Highness’s partner meant bringing a lot of attention from the citizens of Zora and beyond, something they were still trying to get used to. Usually walking around the city’s beautiful sites and taking in the atmosphere calmed them down but today…

Why them?
What was His Highness thinking?
They don’t belong.

…The elderly had a lot to say. To each other, obviously, as if they would ever give them the time of day. 

Ink met the paper as they continued writing, completing the task at hand. Sidon was a prince who would someday be King, which meant that they needed to be just as responsible as him. Completing reports and performing duties was something they usually didn’t mind doing, since it help their lover so much, but today…

His Majesty won’t appreciate if the papers are marked with water drops, let’s put it that way. 

(Name) leaned back against the chair, putting the pen down and staring at their hands in frustration, unable to wipe the tears falling on them. They’d always been shy, it was something they struggled with since they were young. And now, it brought them great sadness as they couldn’t find it in themselves to be angry at those words they had said.

Knock, knock

“(Name), may I speak to you? There’s a dignitary my father is sending me to meet and he- (Name)!” No, no, no! Quickly they turned away, wiping their eyes as quickly as they could. They couldn’t let him see them like this, they couldn’t!

“Please, (Name), what has happened? Are you hurt?” In less than 2 bounds he was before them, kneeling down and cupping their face in his hand. Concern grew as Sidon saw that his beloved tried to swallow down whatever had happened, trying to keep it to themselves. “Darling, I can only help you if you tell me what happened. Please. Let me help.”

His eyes never left theirs, searching for whatever truth there was within them. Damn it. They didn’t deserve his concern, his soft touch, his smile- any part of him at all. Those elders had more truth that they themselves knew. 

“Sidon, it’s… please, it’s… it’s nothing, just-”
“If it is nothing than why are there tears here? Beloved, please, do not hide from me. I want to help.”

“I….” Damn him and his gentle voice, barely even a whisper as he spoke to them. Damn their own cowardice, having to look away from that warm gaze to be able to speak. “I… I don’t deserve you… There’s nothing I’ve done or I could ever do to be good enough for you.”

What? Who- Have the elders said something? Beloved, you are above them, their words are little more than lies-”

“Are they though?!” Their gaze whipped back to him, his mouth agape as their fury overruled their shyness for the first time in a long time. “There’s not an ounce of a fighter within me, I have no experience being a leader, much less a ruler, not once have I done some great deed nor achieved some grand goal- the only thing I’ve ever done is somehow make you think that I’m good enough and I still don’t know why you think that!” Ragged breathes filled the room, the anger leaving them breathless. “They’re… they’re right. All of it, it’s… it’s true.”

Their head dropped, unable- no, unworthy- of continuing to hold his gaze, before the guilt hit them straight in the gut. No. No. They weren’t supposed to have told him, they were just supposed to keep it to themselves, not let him know how they were effected by it, just like a leader should. Goddess, the rumors were true, every ounce of them.

“(Name), look at me.”

Slowly, that warm hand tilted their head upwards before a pair of warm lips kissed them on the forehead softly. Sidon’s other arm wrapped around them and brought them close to him, hiding them away into the rest of him. For a moment, just a moment, the room was silent save for a couple of broken sobs and nightly noises from outside the window. (Name) gave a small squeal of surprise when they found that their legs no longer where on the ground. Instead, their entire body was inside of his grasp, held within his lap as they sat on the bed, warm in their Prince’s arms. Silence eclipsed them once more.

“Did I ever tell you of my sister and Link?” They looked up at him, unable to see over his chin as he continued. “The elders- everyone loved her. There wasn’t a single Zora who hated her. So when she died, everyone blamed the one who got her into the mess- Link. For a century, they spoke of how it was his fault, that he was the worst, that he was a monster who deserved to suffer. And when he came back, they turned their backs on him, refused to give him the time of day and spoke slander of him.”

“…What happened then?” Finally, Sidon looked down at them, with enough love in his eyes that they could feel themselves melt looking at him.

“He proved them wrong. Beloved, I can promise you that their words are just that. Words. Not based in fact but based in a hatred they nurtured over the years. But while they speak of hatred, I see that everyday you are proving them wrong. And that if anyone doesn’t deserve anyone, it is I who doesn’t deserve you.”
“What, have you lost-”
“How many other people do you think would willingly gain a hundred new duties and still love me? How many others hear such words and still continue caring for another’s well being?”

“(Name). People do not deserve people. They love them for their all. My heart is yours til the day it beats no longer. And while I cannot force you to see all that you are, I can stay with you and help you prove them all wrong your way- ah, what did I say, I’m sorry, are you well?” New tears were falling down their face, though this time there was no frown to be seen on them. Slowly they pulled away and reach up to kiss him on the chin.

“Thank you.”  A smile grew on his face, leaning down to kiss them on the forehead.

“For you, the world.” 

“Let’s Hurt Tonight” – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by @kalista-rankins Okay let’s do this! Can I get a Cody Christian imagine based off the song “Let’s Hurt Tonight” by OneRepublic? I trust you wholeheartedly with how you form the storyline based off the lyrics, so you do you Amy! Thank you so much love💗

Word Count: 2,714

Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, feeling like you’re not good enough, feeling like you’re always second best/choice, curse words.

Author’s Note: This hurt to write, but I hope you like it.

Also, this is the last Teen Wolf imagine I’m going to write until I open my request box later this summer. I want to work and finish the Cody series I’ve been working for y’all. The plan is to start posting that series in July. Fingers crossed I get it done on time because I hate that I keep making y’all wait for this series.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Cody unlocked the door and gestured Y/N to walk in. Cody knew she was upset as she shoved his shoulder with hers while walking right past him. She tightly folded her arms to her chest and stomped her way upstairs to their shared bedroom. This wasn’t the first time their date was interrupted and had to be cut short. In fact, it had been happening a lot more recently, but Cody could only do so much. He needed to be there for the two women who also needed him the most right now, his girlfriend and the mother of his unborn child, who was due at any moment.

Cody flinched when Y/N slammed their bedroom door. He was getting tired of this. He had dropped the bomb a couple of months ago, the same day his one night stand showed up 6 months pregnant saying the baby was his. After taking a test to confirm it was his child, Y/N distanced herself from him. She didn’t hold it against him. They were broken up for several months when Cody had his fling and when they got back together, he didn’t know about the baby since the mother hadn’t told him yet. However, Y/N wouldn’t talk about it. Cody knew that all the feelings she was keeping bottled up from him was building up and she would eventually explode, and the feeling he had in the pit of his stomach hinted tonight would be the night.

“This could get rough,” he mumbled to himself as he slowly walked up to his bedroom.

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Sick (but not of You)

Hi!! can i request a fluffy Changkyun scenario where he’s sick and you have to take care of him? thank you~~~

pairing: reader/changkyun

genre: fluff

word count: 1.3k

author: Admin E

“What?… No, of course I made some soup for him but-… Listen, he won’t wake up… I’m not gonna do that… Okay, I’ll try… Yes, thank you… Yes, I’ll call when I need something. Bye.” You sighed as you hung up the phone and turned around to look at the sleeping male on the couch.

“You called Kihyun?” Changkyun asked and you almost got a heart attack.

“Jeez, I thought you were dead.”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do a prof snape X student Hufflepuff reader where she's very introverted and doesn't really have any friends but is very kind and caring and snape takes a bit of a liking to her? Thank you ❤️

Hey love,

Sure, one fluffy Hufflepuff coming right up.

Name: If you need to talk…

“Uhm, professor?” you wait until the class is empty to approach Snape, and he turns his head to face you - so serious, you feel like he could take your scalp off with just his glance.


“Uhm, you said you wanted to talk? Did I do something wrong?” you ask as politely as possible, even though you know that you did nothing to upset him.

“No, not really,” Snape turns to you. “It is Professor Sprout’s job, but I noticed that you seem rather lonely. Sitting alone in class, not spending much time with your fellow classmates after school,” you can’t help but think that he must have followed you somehow. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, sir. I just am not much of people person, if you get what I mean,” the quick smirk shows you that he does know. “I am fine.”

“I apologize. Just know that if you need to talk about anything that troubles you, you can turn to any professor here. It is our job to help you, even if you are not from our House.”

“Thank you, sir,” you smile at him and place your homework on his table and automatically fix the pile of other papers. “But I am doing fine.”

“I simply consider it my job to make sure that there is no student at this school that feels like they don’t have someone to turn to,” Snape shrugs his shoulders. “You just look like a person that could use help. And I can help you.”

“I will turn to you when I need any help, sir,” you promise quietly, and the short smile brightens Snape’s face up.

“Now hurry to your next class, miss, before you are late,” you nod and rush to the door, then turn to him again.



“Thank you, sir.”

“You are welcome,” he nods. “And miss, please keep my offer to yourself, I have a reputation to maintain,” you grin and nod quickly, before slipping out of the classroom and running to the Herbology. For some reason, you actually feel like you will turn to Snape when something troubles you, simply because Snape actually seems to care enough to listen to your things.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a couple headcannons on how life with eight kids goes? :)

I accidentally deleted this when I was done and then had to redo it (:

UT!Sans: It’s almost too much for him. He never gets any alone time, and that kind of bothers him since he gets exhausted a lot. But he really loves his kids. And every time one of them runs up to him saying ‘’Dad! Dad! look what I made you!’’ He feels his soul swell with pride and joy. He’s good at raising them, and he has a lot of patience so he almost never snaps at them. He’ll raise them to become full of mischief though. And they’re always pulling pranks on each other, and you and Sans. He’s just as proud every time they get him good.

-PTA SANS. Omg he is sassing the living daylight out of anyone who dares go against you or him. They are never ready for his passive aggressive humor and retorts. They think that they can prepare, but he ge gets them every time.

-He’s very happy that their birthdays are on the same day. Because he could never remember eight separate birthdays. He does come up with great gifts for them though.

UT!Papyrus: This pure force of energy is no match for eight kids. He has never known exhaustion like this one. Waking up more than five times a night to feed eight hungry babies. Who also wake each other up with their crying is almost too much for him. Almost. And just when he thinks he’s handling the first few months perfectly. They start to crawl and run around too. He realizes that the first few months were just a test run. Nevertheless, he is truly a great father. Paying attention to all of his children. And always encouraging them to do and be their very best. He is constantly validating them and reminding them of how great they are.

-Their birthday is the biggest party ever. Because he wants them all to feel special and unique. Prom night is also a hell of a deal for him. Because he feels like he has to organize it all by himself. He’s helping them pick out dresses and suits and he’s exhausted, but oh so proud, He might even shed a tear as he sees how much his babies has grown.

UF!Sans: And he thought one kid would be hard. He swears, his kids doesn’t know how to chill. Which is weird considering they’re related to him. If it weren’t for the monster human thing, he’d doubt that they were even his. (They are literally crawling on the walls half of the time, he’s thought about calling and exorcist) But their snarky attitude makes up for it. They still behave, but he isn’t the best at raising kids. And if one of them hears him swear, they teach it to their siblings. And soon you’ll have eight one year olds all saying ‘’shit’’ and ‘’fuck’’ whenever someone speaks to them. You’re going to have to deal with teaching them some manners. And maybe get Red in on the lessons while you’re at it.

-But oh my god does he love them. Every single one of them. And any boy or girl who dares break one of their hearts are going to have to deal with him after. (Some advice to them would be run)

-He’s the kind of parent who tries to show interest in their interests, but he really doesn’t get what kids are into these days. Still, he’ll sit through their long rants about youtubers or actors. And he’ll grumpily get them tickets to their ‘’favorite band in the whole world omg dad you have to let me go see them!!’’

UF!Papyrus: HE THOUGHT THAT HE WAS READY. But nothing could prepare him for the horror that is eight children. His sleep schedule is so messed up now. And he has never know exhaustion of this sort before. He insists on helping you raise them, even though his job keeps him away most of the time. If you really don’t want to stay away from your job for longer than you have to, he agrees to take a break from his. Until they are old enough to go to daycare. Small advice, don’t let him do that. He’s a responsible adult but with his sleeping schedule so messed up, there really isn’t anything that says he wont forget that it’s eight and not nine children. And then he’ll go on a hunt for the last one before panicking because he lost one of his children oh my god what will he do now.

-It’s better if you take care of them during the days, and leave the nights to him. He wakes up quickly and always hushes them before they wake their siblings. If you wake up and try to find him during these nights, you’ll find him standing in the nursery with at least two of the kids in his arms. Talking in a quiet voice while rocking them gently.  

-He is such a mother hen. They can’t do this and they can’t do that. He wont let anything harm his little heirs. But for a guy who’s so protective, he tries to start training them as soon as they can stand. Please stop him.

US!Sans: He tries to raise them to be polite and nice children. But there are freaking eight of them and how is he supposed to do this? He’s really trying his best to be there for all of them. And if he misses even one’s first step he’s heartbroken. Until they waddle over to them. Then he feels better again.

-The nights are horrible though. Because he needs his sleeping schedule. Without it he can’t function. And you’re both equally tired for the next year. He tries to take the night feedings, and to rock them back to sleep every time on wakes up. But he is way too tired for that. You’ll find him sleeping in the chair in the nursery. Kids in his arms. Sure he got them  to sleep again, but at what cost?

-He wants them all to try out new and fun activities. And if they’re not as social as he is, they might argue a lot. He wants them to try new things, and he wont understand why they wont listen to him. It’s not going to harm them if they go to one dance practice or one soccer game. You’ll have to talk to him about that. If you don’t they’ll just get a lot of unsaid things building up between them. He just wants them to be happy and have something to bond over.

-He will respect any interest or hobby though. They’re not into sports? That’s fine. If they want to practice drawing instead, he’ll happily support them! Anything that makes them happy.

US!Papyrus: The early years went by in a blurr. And he honestly doesn’t remember them all that much. His anxiety made him nervous all the time. And usually he felt like a spring ready to go off. It got better the older they got. Still, with eight goddamned kids you don’t get much rest.

-But he’s the kind of dad who takes one or two of them to McDonalds at 3 am if they happen to be awake at the same time he is. He still has a fling of insomnia. Which he is a little scared might have carried over to them. But he goes on these late night adventures with them a lot. It’s great bonding sessions. Going to a 24/7 Walmart and wandering around. Or maybe taking a drive out to the pier if there is one close by.

-He’s also the kind of dad who lets them try alcohol at home. He figures it’s safer for them to do it while he’s around than out at some party. People could take advantage of them, and he’d rather he knew what they were doing and how much they were drinking. It’s not like he’ll actively get them drunk. But if they want to try some liquor he gives them a little.

-When they first started asking he just bought alcohol free liquor and gave them that. They still do not know that they weren’t actually drunk. But he found it hilarious.

The only thing he really doesn’t want them to try is drugs and smoking. He quit getting high for good when you were pregnant with them. And he stopped smoking for a few years. He took it up again when he figured they were old enough to be okay with him smoking. But he’d never do it within a 50ft radius of them. That’s why teleporting is really handy. He also washes his clothes more often. Smoke doesn’t stick to him, so he doesn’t reek of it.

SF!Sans: He loves showing them off. And he’s often seen pushing them around in an eight seat stroller. They are his little heirs, and he loves them dearly. And even though eight kids are a lot to take care of, he’s actually doing a great job. He hates taking care of them when they cry at night, and sometimes he wont even wake up even though you try to shake him awake because it’s his turn. He does his best, but putting them to sleep isn’t his strong suit. They somehow end up crying even more.

-He always makes sure to spend time with each and every one as they get older though. Even if it’s just a few minutes during a car drive or out shopping groceries. He listens to their rant. And he’s always on top of the school drama.

-His secret to telling them apart when they were kids were the accessories they wore. Green socks for child number one, pink for number two, blue for three and so on. No one realized this, and they thought he was just the best dad ever. Only you knew his secret. And I mean with eight kids you’re going to need it c’mon.

SF!Papyrus: He works himself to death so that you wont get overwhelmed with the situation. He’d raise them all while working a full time job if he could. Just so that you wouldn’t have to. But he’s not going to shun you away. You’re obviously the better parent. Out of all the skellies he’s the one who looks after you the most. The others still make sure you’re okay, but he’s always been very protective of you.

-If anyone ever messes with one of his kids, they’re gonna regret it. And if there’s a bully in their school, he’ll take care of the problem. Have a little chat with them when they’re on their way home. Nothing too threatening, they’re just a kid even though they’re a brat. But that kid isn’t going to ever bother anyone again.

-Like Swap Papyrus he quit smoking when they were born, but took it up after a few years. He needs the coping mechanism.

-He is the best at putting them to sleep. His voice is very calming, so he’ll always read them a story and it knocks them out in a few minutes. He does all the voices without exaggerating them too much. And every time one wakes up from a nightmare, he’s there before they even cry out for him. Quiet and calm, he’ll sit on the edge of their bed. Rubbing their back to comfort them. He’s not a fan of your own bed getting crowded by the kids. But if someone has a particularly bad nightmare, he’ll lift them in and have them sleep between him and you. He’s a quiet dad and sometimes stern. But they all love him.

EXO Finds Out You’ve Received Hate - 1/2

[[ // Masterlist // ]]

contains: angst / mean messages / Soundcloud / some swears / too many hats

A/N: I’ve decided to do the reactions in parts to get more of them out faster, since I like to write longer, more story-like reactions.  So here’s part one!

// Minseok

You’d thrown your phone away, not realizing at that moment that you might also get a message from a loved one, not only messages from anti-fans who’d tracked down your number after finding you were in a relationship with their “favorite oppar.”

Should you leave the house?  Should you stay home and act like you weren’t there and hope none of them would try to find you?  You were completely alone, and didn’t know what to do.

Then there was a knock on the door.  If antis were outside, you needed to know so you could hide.  Lights still off, you tiptoed to the door.  Whoever was on the other side kept knocking insistently.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw your boyfriend on the other side of the peephole, in his dance practice clothes.  You dragged him inside and locked the door behind him.

“______, why are you in the dark and why haven’t you been answering my calls?  What’s going on?”

You explained what was happening and how scared you were.  Minseok sighed deeply and leaned against the wall.  “It’s all my fault that they found out.”

It had been his idea for you two to have a coffee date last week, but you’d taken as many precautions as you thought you needed to and you didn’t blame him.  “It’s not your fault… I’m just really scared.  I must have gotten four hundred messages today, and I don’t know how they all got my kakao!!”

Minseok took your hand and held it, promising he would help you get a new phone, work to dispel the rumors, and stick close by you until this was all over.

“We can fix this, ______.”

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// Yixing

Things were getting unusually frisky, unusually fast.  He would not stop grabbing your butt, would not stop whispering in your ear, would not hide his growing excitement.  So you decided you two should get away from other people as quickly as possible, and take the much-needed alone time.

Things only got worse on the commute, and you were relieved to be home so that Yixing could finally #LoseControl.  He was just as shocked as you were when you saw that your door had been written on:

“whore whore whore”

And below the door, was a huge pile of condoms.

Neither of you could process this right away.  You didn’t know what you had done to warrant such hate, but even if you had done something, why would anyone take the time to do this?  Tears began to fall.

Yixing took your hand and led you away from the door so you didn’t have to look at it anymore.  He held you and asked, “Do you know who might have done this?”

You shook your head, getting tears all over his shirt.

“If you ever find out, let me know, and I’ll deal with them.  Let’s go inside.”

You knew he hated to leave you alone, but he told you that he wanted to clean the door himself.  It was clear to him when he found you lying in bed that you were no longer in the mood to do anything.  He changed, climbed in beside you, and let you continue to cry on him while he patted your back.

“Please try to forget about this, baobei.  Whoever wrote that, they’re upset with something inside themselves, so they directed their anger outward.  It’s not about you, it’s about them.“

You sniffled, realizing he was probably right, which made you feel better.

“I love you, Yixing.”

“I love you too, ______.“

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// Chanyeol

It was your first time composing, writing lyrics, and singing with Chanyeol on an original track.  You’d practiced in all your free time to get the notes and the emotions just right.  When it was time to record, you and Chanyeol spent all night in his room making the recording, with him giving you praise and encouragement all the way.  You were having so much fun with him, you decided to mix and master the song together the same night.

When the song was finished and ready to upload to Soundcloud, it was almost 3am!  Chanyeol gave you one of his shirts to change into so you would be comfortable and he let you climb into bed with him.

“I’m so proud of our work today, Jagi,” he said as he covered you with a hundred kisses.  His kisses became lazier and lazier until he fell asleep.

When you woke up, you still had the song you and Chanyeol had written stuck in your head.  You took Chanyeol’s laptop to see how many people had listened to the song.  Over 50,000!  Then you started reading the comments:

“who is that extra voice ruining the track channie???“
“if you’re going to do a duet, do it with kyungsoo or baekhyun”
“chan chan what have you done, why did you let them ruin the song??“
“one professional singer, one amateur”

Chanyeol was still asleep, you thought, when you wiped your tears.  Had it really been that bad?

You felt a hand on your leg and realized Chanyeol was staring at you.  You wiped your face as he took the laptop from you.

He shut it and set it back down on his desk.  “Jagi… don’t listen to them.  Most of the comments were positive, anyway.”

“Are you sure?  Maybe I didn’t do as well as I thought I did…“

“No, Jagi.  Trust me, you did amazingly.  They’re just jealous.”  He enveloped you in a hug and wiped your tears away.

Originally posted by chanyeolpictures

// Jongin

You’d just been outed as Jongin’s S/O and in came the flood of comments about you.  You were too small/big for him, too tall/short next to him, too dark/pale for him.  You saw every adjective and its antonym.  How could you be both too big and too small for him?

You tried to ignore the comments you’d read, but it was hard.  Very few of them were supportive.  Jongin told you it was time for a vacation.

“People will find something else to talk about if we just lay low for a while.”

“Shouldn’t we try to dispel the rumors?  Divert their attention elsewhere, maybe?“

“Let’s let the managers take care of it, they know what to do.  I don’t want you to have to do anything.”

He took your hand and dragged you to his room to help him pick out outfits for your trip to Fiji.  You tried to have fun, but the comments were still weighing heavy on your mind.  Jongin could tell.

“Jagi… listen, you know nothing they said was true, right?”

When you didn’t answer, he sat down on his bed next to you.  “People make fun of my for my skin color all the time, even my own members on national TV, even though it’s 2017 and they should know better and even though it’s hurtful, I know I love my skin, and I know you love yourself, and,” he began to sing:
I need you and you want me
지구란 이 별에서

“So that’s all that matters, right?”

You hugged him and he rubbed your back.  Once he was sure you wouldn’t be sad anymore, he stood back up and held up two nearly identical hats.

“This one, or this one?”

“You all really do have too many hats…”

Originally posted by jonginssoo

anonymous asked:

I don't know if I sent it to this blog yet but how would Tsukishima, Kuroo, Lev, Bokuto, and other tall people react if their s/o had a playful yet strong father who could lift the boys over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

Lol, I looked at this and thought “What?” but then I remembered my dad is a firefighter and this is technically, like, his job. So, I kinda used that as my base for these if that’s alright with you, Anon!


P.s. I did the conversions for the weights online - I’m not very familiar with the metric system, but the internet is! 

P.s.s. I totally headcanon Bokuto being a firefighter now.

When they had invited him over, this was the very last thing he expected to happen on his visit. Hell, it wasn’t even on Tsukishima’s list of things to happen, but here was, completely taken by surprise when their father leaned to take him around the waist and lift as if he weighed nothing. A startled noise left him, much like a ‘sqwack’, as he gripped at the only thing in reach - the shirt clinging to the man’s torso. He was sure his eyes were wide as saucers when he turned to their laughing form just mere feet away.

“Holy shit,” he ground the words out, feeling most of the air in his lungs leave him when the man’s shoulder pressed into his stomach. And now that he was there, perched in this uncomfortable position atop a man who couldn’t stop from laughing, he couldn’t even remember how he had gotten into this situation. Then there was the growing fear that he was going to be dropped flat on his face.

“And that, kid, is how you save a life,” their father proclaimed boisterously before being to take a lap around the backward with Tsukishima still perched on his shoulder. A loud laugh left him when he heard the tall boy give a surprised shout and Tsukishima knew in that moment to never question too deeply this man’s profession.

“No way, bro,” Kuroo laughed, his arm around their shoulder as they spoke with their father casually, “one hundred thirty one kilograms is an insane amount to carry, especially in a low oxygen situation like a fire.” When he had told his newest story of carrying a grown man out of burning building, Kuroo was a little skeptic that it had been stretched in order to make him look cool. And the man did look cool, but there was still doubt in his mind.

A wide smile pulled at their father’s lips and he stood from his seat in the living room, motioning for Kuroo to stand up with him. “You weigh, what? Ninety kilograms?”

“Seventy-five, actually,” Kuroo answered as he stood to his feet, listening to them both chuckle easily at his answer. He turned back to stick his tongue out at them when he was suddenly being taken up by the waist far more easily than he was anticipating. He began laughing loudly, hand hitting against the man’s back to declare mercy; he had been proven wrong.

“Adrenaline can help you do anything, kid.”

“[First Name]-chan!” Lev was calling between his fits of laughter which were joined along side their father’s. “[First Name]-chan, look! Look!” He was perched atop the strong man’s shoulder as though he weighed nothing and he supposed he didn’t if he didn’t even make a single noise of strain when he picked up the volleyball player.

Their laughter filled his ears and he tried to turn to see them, giving a slight breath of surprise escape his lips when their father turned quickly so Lev could face their child who was beaming at him brightly. “Having fun?” they asked, walking up to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

Returning the bright smile they delivered, he laughed, “I feel pretty weightless up here!”

“Really?” his voice boomed instantly, “can you lift me?”

There was collective laughter from everyone seated out on that patio as Bokuto jumped to his feet, a wide smile stretching across his face. Their father had just explained how easy it could be to lift someone over his shoulder without the slightest bit of difficulty and he figured that he might as well prove this statement.

“Sure!” their father answered easily, jumping to his feet almost just as quickly, delight shining in his eyes.

“Awesome, I always wanted to–” Bokuto was cut off with a slight ‘oomph’ as a shoulder was pressed into his stomach and he was being hoisted off the ground. Laughter filled his being as his eyes stared widely at the ground that he now hung above, his grin widening. “Okay, this is so cool! I wanna try!”