that thing in the corner is annoying though

Adult World (Jungkook smut)

Originally posted by nochuie

Description: You reveal to your friends that no one except yourself has ever made you cum. Jin in particular finds this interesting and dares you and Jungkook to go to the sex shop down the street and purchase a sex toy, for your own benefit of course.

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Taehyung, Jungkook x Taehyung (you know how truth and dare goes)

Basically: Taehyung is a cocky lil shit who features quite a lot. Jin is a mean lil shit and Jungkook is a very helpful lil shit ;)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (so much smut, like damn this was hot to write)

This fic includes: A brief boy on boy scene, swearing, alcohol, sex toys, explicit smut

Word count: 6k

“You’ve got to be kidding!” Jin practically howls with laughter, doubling over himself and nearly falling off the couch with laughter. You’re about to tell him off but Jungkook beats you to it.

“Shut up. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Jin sits up straight, looking down at Jungkook, who sits next to you on the floor, opposite Jin. He wipes the tears from his eyes, his laughter finally dying down. “Hey, don’t you think you should talk to me with a bit more respect?” He prods teasingly, but Jungkook doesn’t seem in the mood, his previous lighthearted spirit vanishing upon Jin’s insensitive comment.

Jungkook’s tone is excitingly stern, but not rude, “Yeah, I’ll show more respect when you show more respect to Y/N.”

You laugh, “Don’t worry about me, Jungkook. I don’t think I can take Jin very seriously, not when I highly doubt he’d even know how to make me or any other girl cum.”

The circle of friends in Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment erupt into comical ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’.

“You got damn burned!” Jimin says, leaning over the bottles in the center of your various seated positions to high five you.

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peach blossoms (m)

❥ word count: 46k

❥ genre: fluff + smut + very minimal angst ; magic au + school au

❥ pairing: reader/jimin

❥ warning(s)/kink(s): tons of immature humor, teasing, dirty talk, riding, dom undertones, hickies, slightly rough sex, grinding, admissions of feelings, (honestly the sex is fairly vanilla, this is mostly fluff)

❥ summary: as your best friend tries to help you create a potion for a project, you end up making a mistake that changes jimin and you have to turn him back before anyone sees and fix things in time for your project presentation. the catch? feelings are stupid and annoying and they happen to mess with your head as you try and return jimin back to normal.

❥ a/n & music can be found here

Originally posted by kpop-zodiac

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Unknown Parts (Gaston)- Part Two

Pairing: Gaston/OC

 Warnings: Idk, Gaston should come with a warning for being so damn smooth. Amirite?

A/N: Here’s the second part! I’m honestly not sure how many there’ll be…I’m thinking three or four? Enjoy, lovelies!

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Part One  Part Three

Much to my great annoyance, Gaston was the first thing on my mind when I woke up the next morning. Even as I stood in front of my easel, at the kitchen window, I found myself distracted from the one thing I usually lost myself in so easily. Every one in a while, I’d snap to attention, paintbrush paused in my hand and a dopey smile on my face…remembering the way his touch had felt as he brushed paint from my cheek the night before.

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Writer’s Block 4.237

I intended to get this churned out in little blocks and post every 2k words. This is actually 3k, so consider the extra 1,000 words my apology. It seems even a little bit takes two weeks these days! But it’s getting closer. This is all cheese and fluff. And unedited! Please don’t point out my mistakes :) lol. I will crawl into a hole and die! 4.1 is here and you can find the first 3 here. 

Originally posted by kolaicendionysos

I’m warm, and comfortable. And flat on my stomach with my face in the mattress. The sun is peeking through the tiny slits in the blinds over my bed. There’s a soft snore next to me and I open one eye, letting a slow smile take over my face. Blonde bed hair sticks up from beneath arms as Peeta lays face down with his head buried in a pillow, elbows jutting out from underneath it. I normally enjoy sleeping alone, but that’s obviously because I have no idea what I’m missing.

Oddly, I’m not alarmed in the slightest by his presence on my couch - bed. I’m also not ready to remove myself from this scenario, so I roll towards him and lift his arm, burrowing into him. He releases a soft groan and repositions himself on his side so we fit together better, then tightens his hold on me. I don’t want to disturb our peace, so I say nothing. Neither does he.

I must fall back asleep because I’m jolted awake by a surprised Peeta sitting straight up, and I almost tumble off the side of the bed and onto the floor. He grabs my waist and when we lock eyes my stomach falls. His eyes are wide and wild, like he doesn’t know where he is. I hope it’s not regret I see there.

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anonymous asked:

51 with mccree? :o

UGH McCree is my man so I can do this your wish is my command! :)

51: I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.

You were sitting at your desk, head resting on your desk, suffering dreadfully from sleep deprivation. Commander Morrison had insisted you catch up on the paperwork you had been putting off and your guilt for not doing it had made you stay on late into the night to try to finish it. It was taking its toll however, your vision becoming slightly blurred and your head spinning. If you didn’t stop soon then the paperwork would begin to suffer too.

A knock sounded at the door and confusion spread across your features. You allowed yourself a quick glance at your watch: 4:17am. Who on earth-? You stopped the question as you realised whoever was standing there was waiting for you to answer.

“Come in!” You called out in the most awake voice you could muster, which, to be honest, wasn’t very awake-sounding.

And in enters none other than Jesse McCree himself, the cowboy you just could not stop thinking about as of late. He was looking handsome as per usual and the butterflies that this paperwork had done well at getting rid of flooded right back. Great.

“What the hell are you doin’ still awake, sugar?” He asked and you faltered at the anger in his tone that you had never had directed towards you before. You smiled in an attempt to brush it off.

“Ah, ’m jus’ catchin’ up on some paperwork, I’ll be done soon.” You hadn’t realised quite how rough you sounded until you spoke and now realised just how rough you might look. You heart sank and you cursed it for doing so; you really shouldn’t care about these things.

“At 4am in the mornin’? You need sleep, hon, and now!” Oh he was annoyed alright, you could tell. In a way though, it was quite sweet, and you could tell he was only angry because he cared about you. He began to try to tidy away your papers but you swatted his hands away as best you could.

“No, Jess, stop, I jus’ need to - please jus’ let me-” you tried to reason with him until he grabbed your wrists in desperation, seeing the tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

“Bed. Now.” He whispered and all you could do at this point was nod. He helped you up, strong arm locked around your waist and you felt the lightheadedness increase a little from the contact. You could smell the cigarette smoke from him and yet you didn’t scold him for it as you might usually. Too tired for an argument, you supposed.

He helped you along towards your room but once you reached his door, your in-need-of-sleep brain decided to make your way in there instead and he, confused, followed you in quickly.

“This isn’t ya room, y'know?” He questioned but you shh-ed him and he smiled fondly at you.

“Now turn around while I undress yeah?” You smirked, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking?”

You could have sworn you saw a blush on his cheeks but you had to admit he covered it well.

“Oh you have, have ya?” His usual flirty tone was back and you let out a small giggle. His face became more sincere in an instant and you both turned opposite ways to get ready for bed, him tossing you one of his shirts to wear.

You were sure you’d question it in the morning but for now you just hopped into McCree’s bed, snuggled up beside him and fell asleep instantly.

He smiled and wrapped a protective arm around you, knowing he would tease you about this tomorrow but then the next day, he might just find the courage to finally ask you out properly.

I mean, you’d already been in his bed, after all.

game night with tom

- its past five on a Friday night at home with tom. you guys are having a really chilled out, quiet night in and just enjoying the fact you guys are at home and with each other.

- you’re scrolling through your instagram when tom plops himself down beside you on the couch, dropping his head into your lap. he’s quiet so you just continue your thing but drop your free hand down to slide your fingers through his thick hair.

- tom sighs and closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. he loves that he can just sit with you in comfortable silence, nothing but the sound of your breathing and tessa’s snores from her little bed in the corner. after a while, though, tom starts to get restless and little bit needy for your attention.

- he tried getting your attention by poking you in the thigh, but you ignore him figuring that he was just trying to annoy you. he gets a little frustrated so he grabs your hand places it on his cheek and licks a long line up your arm. you almost throw your phone in shock at the sudden wet feeling, a high-pitched squeal escaping you.

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(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count :
4 128
warning : smut
summary : Reader gives Kai the head for the first time.
note : (to the anon who requested it) i don’t know if thats what you wanted , but i hope you still like it ☺
*gif by christophwood
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‘A small get together.’ he had said.’ Just me and your – annoying friends. We have to celebrate your graduation.’
Y/N made her way through the crowd of dancing teens in the Salvatore living room , trying to get to her boyfriend who was currently chatting with Damon or more like Damon had cornered him to keep him away from feeding on innocent teens. Which was quite funny since Damon was usually the one that does that sort of thing. Y/N and Kai had been together for almost 3 months now and yet none of her friends believed Kai had changed even though every time they kept writing him off , he proved them wrong. It was starting to get on her nerves sometimes. Kai’s eyes lit up when he saw her and immidiately he pulled her towards him.
“There she is !” said Kai , kissing her briefly. “Enjoying the party ? I know you said you didn’t want one — but I couldn’t help myself. The most special girl deserved the biggest party Mystic Falls has ever seen - ”
“It’s a little too crowded for my taste but I love it.” she smiled at him as he pulled her closer to him. Kai had told her , he’d keep the celebrations intimate but when they had walked in a few hours ago it had turned out her boyfriend had invited all of Mystic Falls and somehow had even gotten her favourite band there too. Kai had outdone himself and she couldn’t be mad at him even if she tried , knowing he had done it with good intentions - though his ‘good intentions’ sometimes were a little overboard , but it was all because he loved her too much.
“Be happy I stopped your boyfriend here.” said Damon with a smirk on his face. “He wanted us to close the town square for the entire night and have the party under the stars there , inviting the whole town and probably all of Grove Hill too.”
“Oh did he ?” she teased trying hard to keep a straight face.
“No.” Kai shook his head and then sighed closing his eyes for a second. “Yes. Okay , I wanted you to have the most special day. Please don’t be mad at me.”
“Who said that I’m mad ?”
Y/N laughed under her breath , looking at her boyfriend looking at her with puppy dog eyes. She shoved her cup in Damon’s hands and grabbed Kai’s hand without saying a word and began pulling him away through the crowd. He looked stunned for a moment and then shoved his cup in Damon’s hands too. The vampire rolled his eyes and groaned in frustration.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do !” he called out after them but neither Kai nor Y/N payed any attention to his words.
“Where are we going ?” asked Kai barely able to catch up with her. He wondered how it was possible considering he was a vampire and she was only a human. That and also how she is able to move this fast through that crowd. It appeared as if everyone moved out of their way as if by magic.
“It’s a surprise. Just trust me.” she winked at him.
Y/N wasn’t mad at him , not exactly anyways but still planned on making him ‘pay’ for not keeping it small as he had said — or maybe what she planned to do was considered a reward , she wasn’t sure. Either way she planned on surprising him and she already knew how. Kai laughed under his breath while Y/N started heading upstairs. The upper floors were off limits for everyone , it had been the only condition Damon and Stefan had had when they agreed to throw her graduation party there. Kai knew that but didn’t dare trying to stop her. It was her special day and there was no way he’d ruin it. There were a couple other people hanging around in the hallways upstairs and Damon was definitely going to be mad as hell if he found out. Y/N turned towards him with a grin on her face and continued pulling him down the hall. The further they went , the more his excitement grew and he couldn’t possibly keep his hands away from her. Kai stopped suddenly pinning her against the wall pressing his lips on hers sucking the breath out of her lungs. Her fingers tangled in his hair and a moment later she pushed him off her , continuing straight ahead down the hall for a few metres before turning right. Y/N opened one of the doors pulling him after her and locked the door.
“Damon would kills us , both of us if he finds out.” whispered Kai.
Y/N took a step towards him placing her hand over his chest , holding her lip between her teeth. He looked at her with anticipation in his eyes , brushing his fingers through her hair.
“Well , at least if we die , we die together because there is no life for me without you.” she whispered with a playful smile on her face. “He is not going to find out –”
Her hand moved up towards his neck , pulling herself closer to him. Her eyes darting between his eyes and his lips the entire time. Their lips met in a gentle kiss , deeping with every passing second. Kai backed her against the wall , pressing his body onto hers. Y/N’s lips demanded more and more and each time he tried to pull away , she pulled him back. In the end Kai had to push her away because he got scared she’d run out of air. He rested his forehead on hers breathing heavily , gazing into her eyes noticing a mischevious spark in them. Kai loved seeing this look in her eyes , it had been one of the many reasons why he had fallen for her. They were almost the same level of crazy , loved adventures and rule breaking appeared to be their specialty. However what had made him fall for her the most , had been the way she had treated him since day one - like someone who is worthy and deserving , not like trash or someone annoying that has to be tollerated so people don’t get hurt. Y/N had never judged him , instead she had showed him compassion and ultimately her attitude towards him had pulled him towards her like a magnet. He hadn’t been able to resist her.
“I want you.” whispered Y/N longingly gazing into his eyes.
Kai raised his brows feeling her hand move down between their bodies towards his jeans , pushing its way in there. A low growl left his lips when she palmed his lenght through his briefs looking at him innocently as if she hadn’t just lit a match. He started saying something but she pressed her finger on his lips keeping him quiet. Y/N pushed his jacket off his shoulders and backed him towards the bed. He felt excitement flow through his body like eletricity when Y/N placed her hands on his chest and pushed him roughly onto the bed.
“I want you too Y/N , but we shouldn’t do this not - ”
“Are you trying to tell me what I can and can’t do?” she asked innocently , crawling over him until their eyes were on the same level. “Because you know how upset I get when I don’t get what I want -”

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On Keith’s sense of ethics and dishonesty...

I was going to just reply to this post because it deals with a similar reading of the same scene but got a little worried I’d be derailing the conversation and/or making the post unreasonably long. I still want to source that post since it’s based around the same topic but I’ll try not to repeat what was already said. I apologize if I’m stepping on anyone’s toes.

I re-watched that episode a few days ago and had the exact same revelation because Keith only really loses his cool after Hunk pipes up and mentions that he wants to go home as well. That’s the point when Shiro has to step in.

I think it’s also telling when you contrast Keith’s reaction with Allura’s. Notice that Hunk phrases his words like their desire to go back home should have been obvious to Allura: “Of course I do!” 

She meanwhile seems genuinely shocked that they wouldn’t want to fight for her cause and/or that they believed they didn’t have a choice in the matter. Although she is disappointed and worried about what this means for the future, I think it’s clear Allura wouldn’t stop them from leaving if they truly wanted it. It just never even occurred to her that they weren’t 100% on board. 

Keith, however, completely loses his composure and kinda falls apart. He deliberately stands in front of Pidge to physically prevent her from leaving. Then he legit charges her. Keith is more than annoyed; he’s visibly agitated and stressed. The situation didn’t really warrant this reaction if it were just about Pidge disagreeing with Keith’s sense of obligation. If that were the case, his reaction would have been closer to Allura’s. But he’s acting as though he’s cornered, which is odd when you think about it. And I remember hearing a phrase once that said “there is no such thing as an aggressive dog, only a scared dog.” Keith is obviously not a dog, but you get the analogy. 

The bottom line is Keith isn’t acting like himself in this scene. This is the first (and only) time in the series we’ve seen Keith get legitimately hostile with another member of the team; his reactions to Lance’s antagonisms are never even this strong. 

That said, I don’t think it’s because “he thought it was selfish to abandon their mission” or because “he had no idea how it felt to have people to return to” but I do very much agree he was acting on the fear that the team would leave him. Everything about Keith in this scene screams that he’s scared.

Going back to the comparison with Allura, I think she is the real deal in regard fighting unconditionally for what she believes is right no matter the consequences. Keith, on the other hand, is not as altruistic as he pretends to be, nor is his moral compass that stiff. Keith frames his tirade toward Pidge (even though he is actually set off by Hunk’s comments and continues to take it out on only Pidge) in a way that suggests they’re the ones not thinking of the Greater Good. He accuses Pidge of being selfish. Yet going off his body language and the way he’s acting, I firmly believe this was all about Keith and what Keith was afraid of. This wasn’t about doing the right thing or any sense of duty. Keith was covering for his own desires.

And if you don’t believe me based on that scene alone, season two – where Keith’s repeated actions contradict everything he said here – makes it a lot clearer. He at one point makes a decision to leave the team (in which he still lies to Allura after he’s been caught and claims to share her equally reckless but honorable motives – despite context implying he was thinking about leaving for good) and then S2 literally puts us inside his head.

From the mindscape during the trials of Marmora, we know Keith’s biggest fears are tied into (1) being accused of thinking only of himself and (2) being abandoned. I think the fear of being abandoned speaks for itself. Part of his reason for participating in the trials in the first place is to figure out where he came from. And yes, Keith may have “chosen to be alone” (fake!Shiro’s actual accusatory words thrown at him during the Trials) and he may have made the best of his situation, but he desperately wants a family. This is pretty explicit in canon.

On the other hand, I believe Keith’s hangup with selfishness is a fear of being perceived as being selfish, rather than actually acting that way. He doesn’t want to be seen that way but simultaneously accepts it about himself. I think the Keith we see here is the most honest version of himself we’ve seen in series. 

He doesn’t deny it because he’s fully aware it’s true, but he does try to justify his behavior.

Keith is more than capable of seeing past two-dimensional morality and actively adapts to new information as it comes to him. He’s not so hyper-focused on “doing the right thing” that he’s blind to nuance. It’s quite the opposite in fact. He recognized before this episode that their enemy may have more complex motives than being evil for the sake of being evil. He’d been talking about it all season long. He knows it’s not as simple as Good versus Bad. That has never been Keith’s problem.

Keith is, in general, an emotionally reactive person. This facet of his personality contradicts his vocal (not in action) decision to prioritize Voltron over Allura’s life. This contradicts everything he said to Pidge but not the way he physically reacted. Keith is repeatedly saying one thing and doing another. 

That’s not to say Keith won’t grow into the person he pretends to be, because I believe he will, but right now there is a dichotomy between his actions and his words. He acts like he prioritizes the Greater Good and that he is unwavering in fighting for just causes, but in reality his personal motives are a little murky.

So why would Keith make such a big deal about being perceived as selfless, heroic, and Good even if he believes he’s not?

Maybe because he’s known since he was on Earth that he wasn’t human and he needs to prove that he’s not a monster. Maybe because that’s how he’s always perceived Shiro and he wants to be like that too. And maybe, just maybe, Keith – like any other teenager – is confused, insecure, and just wants to be liked.

It was just a fairytale. One of those bedtime stories parents tell their kids to make them wary of the surface. Merfolk didn’t fall in love with humans, they didn’t fall for the sweet words of seawitches and they didn’t fall out of the ocean with legs only to fall back as seafoam. It was just a fairytale. It was supposed to be a fairytale.

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I Loved Your Dead Gay Son (Tree Bros) Part One

Plot: a textpost from @legendary-gaurdian-of-fun: “one where Evan and Conner were dating prior to Conner’s suicide, and Evan has to fake their friendship not because he didn’t know Conner but because his parents/town are incredibly homophobic. And Conner and Evan weren’t exactly subtle in their private emails so Conner can’t actually show those ones.”

Warnings: suicide, attempted suicide, homophobia, grief, two too many heathers references, overall just pretty shitty


Evan reread over Connors note again, not being able to, or not wanting to rather, believe that his boyfriend had killed him self. He felt too many indescribable emotions, the biggest one being guilt. He had to have been a terrible boyfriend to not know Connor was suffering, right? No, he tried telling himself otherwise, it couldn’t be that he was a bad boyfriend, Connor just didn’t want to worry him, it said so in the note, along with a ‘don’t feel guilty because I know you know that feeling too’ that Evan hoped Mr and Mrs. Murphy wouldn’t read into too much.

“We had no idea Connor had any friends, not anyone he would be close enough to write his… his note to,” Cynthia choked out, wiping another tear from her eyes. Evan wouldn’t dare to come right out and tell her that we was more than friends, or even best friends, with her son. Connor had spent so many nights crying to Evan about how homophobic his parents were and how if they ever found out about him and Evan he would be kicked to the curb with nowhere to go. Of course, Connor did want to move out and get away from them desperately, but he couldn’t handle that just yet, he needed more time and more money until he could be free.

“Yeah, y-yeah we were pretty, uh, pretty close,” Evan stuttered, realizing now that this was actually the first time he’d ever met his boyfriends parents. He’d never imagine this was how it would go. He wished that it didn’t have to be like this.

“Connor never talked about… about anyone being his friend,” Larry said, his words would sound very skeptical if it weren’t for their sad tone. Evan wanted to scream and cry at them about how they were the reason Connor never told them about him.

“Yeah, well, uh, I, uh, I guess he just-he just didn’t want to admit to being my friend or something,” Evan mentally slapped himself for not being able to stand up for his boyfriend, “I mean, I’m kinda a, kinda a-”

“Nerd,” Zoe piped up for the first time since Evan had been in their house. It was familiar to him, since whenever Larry had work as Zoe had jazz band practice and Cynthia had to go to some exercise class for whatever trend she was trying now, Evan was over with Connor. It was rare when all three of the other Murphy’s weren’t home, but the few times it happened Evan secretly loved being able to come over and just talk to Connor.

“I was gonna say loser, but, uh, yeah that works too.”

“Zoe!” Cynthia scolded.

“But see the weird thing is,” Zoe said, ignoring her mothers scolding, “the only time I ever saw you and my brother together at school was when he shoved you the other day.”

“He shoved you!?”

“I, uh, I tripped,” Evan stuttered out a lie as he tried to think of how to play off what had happened, “I uh, tried to talk to him, uh, tried to talk to him at school, so he, uh, you know.” Of course Evan wasn’t going to tell the truth…

<i> Connor had waited by Evans locker for him, knowing it was going to be his last day on Earth with his boyfriend and wanting to make the most of it, for Evans sake. When Evan turned the corner to see Connor waiting for him, he was shocked to say the least.

“What, uh, what are you doing here?” He asked, looking around nervously to make sure Zoe wasn’t around, noticing a few people were staring but only because they feared Connor and thought that he was going to attack poor Evan.

“I wanted to see my fucking boyfriend,” Connor said matter-of-fairly, but still quietly so that nobody could hear him call Evan his boyfriend except Evan, who blushed a deep red in response.

“But, uh, but what if someone sees or what if, uh, or what if Z-Zoe comes by and uh sees us,” Evan squeaked out as Connor laughed.

“Relax, okay, you’re adorable when you’re all nervous though,” Connor smirked as Evan got redder.

“Well if it isn’t the gayest kids in school,” Jared said as he walked up to the pair, Evans ears tinting red as Connor rolled his eyes. Connor regretted that Jared knew about them and was the only one because the boy didn’t know how to refrain from gay jokes or explicit sex jokes every time he saw the pair together. He glared at Jared with a blank stare.

“Chill, it was just a joke,” Jared responded, seeing Connors expression.

“Oh yeah I know, it was funny, I’m laughing. Am I not laughing hard enough for you?” Connor replied, yelling a little no matter how hard Evan tried to shush him from the corner of his eye.

“You’re such a freak,” Jared replied, looking down the hallway in the direction he came from, “Sister alert, freaks,” he warned before walking away. Connor sighed, remembering that as annoying as Jared was he was good for one thing: warning when Zoe was around. Connor spotted her from the corner of his eye and looked to Evan, mouthing an ‘I’m sorry’ before he shoved Evan, yelling about how he was a freak before tearing down the hallway, people moving quickly out of his way.</i>

“That wasn’t very nice,” Cynthia said, clearly upset at her sons actions even though she couldn’t do anything about them.

“Well Connor wasn’t very nice,” Zoe replied, shaking her head slightly, “so that makes sense.”

“Connor was, he was a complicated person,” Cynthia said, looking for the words to describe Connor. <i> Complicated doesn’t even began to describe it, </i> Evan thought.

“No, Connor was a bad person, there’s a difference!” It hurt Evan to hear Connors sister talk to badly of him, and he wished he could tell them about the real Connor, the sweet Connor that would stay up with him just to talk about anything, or would sneak in his window when his family was being extra annoying.

“Zoe, please,” Larry spoke up, not wanting to hear Zoe’s words either.

“Don’t pretend like it’s not the truth!”

“You can never see the good things in him!”

“What good things mom?” Zoe yelled back at her mother, who walked away from the table and sobbed, “tell me! What good things were in him!?” Evan could see the tears in her eyes and didn’t know if she was sad or angry. He didn’t know how to react to the family fighting in front of him. At this moment he felt like he knew Connor even more, if possible, now that he’s seeing what his home was like everyday.

“There were a lot of good things actually,” Evan surprised himself and the Murphy’s by interrupting the fight.

Zoe looked at him expectantly, “Like what.”

“Well, uh, we used to, uh, we used to go to the, uh,” he felt his hands getting sweaty as he got more nervous, wondering how he could make their dates seem any less, well, gay, “we’d go to the, uh, apple, apple, uh, apple place,” He slapped himself mentally. ’<i> apple place? really Evan!</i>’.

“He took you to the orchard? That placed closed years ago, we used to go their all the time and have picnics, don’t you remember, Zoe?” Cynthia smiled for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Y-yeah, we used to, uh, we used to walk through the old, the old trees. And we’d uh, get ice cream, down at, down at A-La-Mode some-sometimes!” Evan held back tears as he remembered the sight of Connor with whipped cream on his nose, or their first date their when they both were so nervous. Evan never told Connor how cute he thought it was seeing the school badass flustered. My god did he wish he had told him how cute he looked flustered, now that it was too late, “We’d sit in that, sit in that old empty field, with all the, uh, with all the four-four leaf clovers. We’d talk about what we wanted to do when we’d get out of school, you know? Like, uh, like the Appalachian trail or, uh, I don’t know, writing a book or learning to sail, they were all just, uh, just dumb little dreams, but we liked it, I guess. We’d talk about, uh, about,” Evan looked mentally for something to come up with, “Girls! Yeah, like, that we, uh, we wished would notice us.”

’<i> Great job, Evan, really subtle, a perfect way to say IM TOTALLY NOT GAY AND TOTALLY WAS NOT DATING YOUR DEAD GAY SON</i>’

“We would, uh, we’d climb some of the old trees, thats how I, uh, broke my arm. We were climbing one of them and I just, I fell, but he was right there for me, he came to get me, so everything was, uh, was okay,” Evan choked up a bit, nothing that wasn’t the truth.

Evan recalled the day he and Connor were at the orchard. He remembered Connor telling him that there was nowhere else he’d rather be than in Evans arms. Evan smiled sadly and held his arms together, wishing Connor was wrapped between them.

“We didn’t always get to hang out though,” Evan said.

’<i>Because you’d probably kill him if he left to hang out with his boyfriend</i>,’ Evan thought.

“But we’d, uh, we’d email,” Evan said.

’<i>You dumbass they probably checked his email account already</i>,’ Evan thought.

“But on a secret account, so they’re more private,” Evan said.

’<i>I mean, it’s not a lie, but what better way to scream SECRET LOVERS than a secret email account, nice going</i>,’ Evan thought.

“I can, uh, bring you some,” Evan said.

’<i> JUST. STOP. TALKING.</i>’ Evan thought.

“Oh, we’d, we’d love that,” Cynthia smiled, taking Evans hands in hers as he stood up, her wrapping her arms around him tightly, whispering a thank you in his ear.


“A secret email account!? While I don’t doubt that you guys had one, do you know how many dick pics are probably in those emails?” Jared laughed through the phone.

“Okay I panicked, and I, and I didn’t know what to say so I just started talking and then I, and then I didn’t stop. I mean, uh, what was I supposed to do? 'Hey you wanna here about all the dates I went on with your dead gay son?’” Evan spoke fast as he paced his room, cell phone in hand.

“Well that would’ve been more subtle than that. Dude, how are you supposed to show them emails, unless you want to show them your creepy gay sex emails.”

“We didn’t have creepy sex emails! We, uh, we just… I don’t know,” Evans face went red, not that Jared could see, but knowing Evan he knew he was blushing and flustered right now.

“I mean it’s not hard to backdate emails, I do it all the time, I mean, I wasn’t the only member of our IT club for nothing,” Jared laughed, as if he was bragging, but in all honesty Evan didn’t know what there was to brag about in that sentence.

“Wait so you’d, you’d do that for me?”

“Sure, why not? For two grand.”

“Two thousand dollars!?”

“Fine, five hundred.”

“I can give you twenty.”

“Fine, twenty, but you’re a dick,” Jared said before hanging up his phone and grabbing his laptop, putting it in his bag to make his way to Evans house. Evan hung up the phone and was about to pull out his laptop when his mother, Heidi, came in the room.

“Hey,” she said, Evan noticing something was up that she wanted to talk about, “I got an email from your school today, something about a kid that killed himself, a Connor Murphy? Did you know him?” Evan froze at his boyfriends name, still adjusting to the fact that he was dead, not having been given enough time to mourn him.

“Uh, no, no I didn’t know him,” Evan lied. ’<i> was it really a lie? I mean, how could you not know your own boyfriend enough to know he was suffering! </i>’ Evan thought to himself, wondering if this is how Connor would have felt if Evan ever got the chance to tell him about the past summer. Not that he ever would, Connor would hate him if he knew the truth.

“Oh, okay, good. Youu know you can always talk to me right? I’m always here or just a, just a phone call away, right?” Heidi reassured her son as he replied with a nod. Her gaze glanced to his cast, “Okay it says Connor, right there, he, uh, he signed your cast.”

“No, that was a, uh, a different Connor, dont, uh, don’t worry,” Evan lied, holding back tears yet again as he remembered Connors worried face when he climbed in Evans window to see the big cast on his arm…

<i> It was the night before their first day of senior year. Connors parents had him on house arrest for two whole weeks, taking away his phone and laptop. He wasn’t happy about it, of course, and spent most of the time in his room throwing and punching things, threatening his families life, not that he was proud of it. Him and Evan both felt alone when they couldn’t talk to the other, and he had no way of communicating to Evan what happened and that he wasn’t ignoring him. He worried for Evan and knew his mind must be racing and jumping to conclusions. When he finally was given his computer and phone and privileges back, he immediately left to go to Evans. He climbed in through the window as per usual, finding it more fun than going to the door in all honesty. Tapping on the glass he heard a small gasp before the window opened. Jumping in he was met with a slightly red eyed Evan, with a big white cast on his arm. He pulled him into a hug, apologizing and explaining that he was locked up the entire time and asking a million questions about Evans arm.

'I, uh, I fell… out of a tree,“ Evan replied, not wanting to admit to Connor that he was a hopeless wreck without him. Connor would think he was pathetic and would hate him.

“You fell out of a tree?” Connor had his hands on both of Evans shoulders, “Well isn’t that the saddest fucking thing, oh my god,” he laughed it off, so did Evan. Connor wrapped his arms around Evan, feeling better than he had the previous days.

“Hey, so, I actually came over here with somethings. Presents, I guess, as a 'sorry-I-couldn’t-see-you-for-two-weeks’ surprise,” he said, pulling out of the hug reluctantly and rubbing his neck. He sat in Evans bed and took his bag off of his shoulder, setting it next to him on the bed, pulling out about ten books, “I brought some books, I know, fucking lame, but I like them. They’re probably my top ten books of all time,” he said looking down at the books thoughtfully. Evan sat next to him, seeing how he was a little passionate about the books and thinking it adorable. They looked through the selection, including Perks of Being a Wallflower, Of Mice and Men, Amityville Horror, and a few other small, but good books, including many classics, smaller unknown indie books, and a book of Edgar Allen Poe poems.

“Th-thanks, Con, but why are you giving these to me? Not that I don’t want them of course I’m very grateful I just-”

“You’re adorable,” Connor interrupted his rambling, making Evan blush. “I don’t know, they just, they mean a lot to me, and you mean a lot to me, so here you go, I guess.” He blushed nervously, hoping Evan would take them, “If you read them I think you’ll enjoy my commentary in the sides.” Evan smiled and kissed Connor on the cheek, thanking him.

Evan wished he had read into the signs and realized what Connor was planning then.

“Oh, well, okay. I have to go into work now, and I probably won’t be home until late again. Sorry, Evan, there’s money on the counter for food, okay? Bye, love you,” Heidi kissed her sons head as he shook out of his daydream, mumbling a bye as she left the room, Jared entering the room just minutes later.

“Ready to forge some weird ass sex emails!”


I wanna split this up into more parts so expect a part two and probably three next week!! I worked literally all day on this and I’m just not feeling good rn to finish writing it. Idk just not mentally okay rn, summers just hitting me bc I have no life or friends when summers here so 😊. But I’m fine lol enjoy. Happy stuff coming later maybe??

Astro When Sleepy

(request by anon)

Moonbin: He’d be a little grump when he’s sleepy— grumpy, mostly silent (refusing to talk), and slightly on the whinier side. If you poked or nudged him he’d frown in annoyance but also make some kind of weirdly cute noise. He absolutely wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes open and he’d most likely fall asleep snuggling up against you like the puppy he is.

Eunwoo: Dongmin unintentionally becoming an aegyo king when he’s sleepy; he’d laugh and smile at the littlest things, and you’d never be able to take him seriously when he’s annoyed because he’d be whining while smiling. Aegyo explosion. He’d also keep saying that he’s not that tired (even if its obvious that he can’t even keep his eyes open) and you’d probably find him knocked out in the corner a few seconds later.

Jinjin: He’d turn into a baby when he’s sleepy, especially if he’s with you. He wouldn’t let you go anywhere and would pretty much try to keep talking even if he ends up mumbling undecipherable phrases every few seconds. He’d be extremely slow to completely fall asleep, though when he does it’d be extremely difficult to wake him.

MJ: He’d be extremely drowsy one moment and completely awake the next. If he started dozing off when he wasn’t supposed to he’d try so hard to act natural and play it off (which would be extremely entertaining yet cute to watch). Myungjun would also be smooth af when he’s sleepy, e.g. being silent yet sneaky with skinship, or pretending to be asleep. He’d be a surprisingly quiet sleeper.

Rocky: Sometimes, he’d be staring off into space with his eyes half closed, so basically he’d be kind of like a rock. Other times he’d look around looking completely clueless, also still with his eyes half closed. If you put something on top of his head while he’s dozing off he’d probably just leave it/ignore it (balancing a banana or something on minhyuk’s head while he’s sleeping would honestly be the most amusing yet adorable thing in the world)

Sanha: Sanha would be completely out of it; he’d doze off and snap awake then doze off again, most likely saying things that make absolutely no sense at the same time. (i.e. opening his eyes to say something about food, falling asleep, then waking up again half-lidded to say something else about dinosaurs). He’d refuse to actually sleep though until you let him rest his head on you (more like use you as a personal pillow)

Imagine Chris taking you to Rome for a romantic getaway. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B 😊 You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist) Enjoy. X

Chris’ eyes scanned across the array of gelato flavors, making soft sounds with his lips as he tried to decide; a splitting image of Jack when he had to decide over an array of cereals. You wrapped your arm around Chris’, chuckling softly. “You know I thought leaving Jack behind meant not having to go through this, but you are just the same.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “I don’t see you with gelato,” he retorted, “have you decided?”

“Yeah,” you laughed and pointed at the register where your two scoops were waiting patiently in a cup; you’d decided on ‘Pistachio’ and 'Dark Chocolate’ wanting to stray away from your go-to flavors 'Cookies & Cream’ and 'Salted Caramel’. “And it’s melting, so hurry it up.” You pulled away from him and walked over to the register so you could start eating while Chris decided.

“Your husband hasn’t changed, has he?” Lorenzo, the owner, laughed softly as the two of you watched Chris. You’d met and befriended Lorenzo on your honeymoon four years ago. He’d loved you and Chris, saying the two of you reminded him of him and his late wife when they were young and knee-deep in-love.

“Nope,” you shook your head, smiling.

“Can I try the tiramisu, please?” He asked the attendant then looked over at you, smiling when you chuckled at him. You both already knew what flavors he was going to walk out with; 'Cookies and Cream’ and 'Coffee’. He stuck with what he knew and loved, but he also liked trying everything else first which made the process grueling. “Oh, this is nice. What’s that one in the back like?” He quizzed, getting another small taste test.

You were almost halfway through yours when he finally ordered his usual after tasting another four flavors. He was lucky he was Captain America and the owner was a friend, otherwise they’d kick him out for trying almost every flavor in their display case. After Chris paid for the gelato with a massive tip, you both thanked Lorenzo for his hospitality and made your way out of their store and onto the streets of the beautiful city of Rome which hadn’t changed since your last visit. Rome was always going to hold a special place in both your hearts as it was where you’d spent your honeymoon, and so far- this trip was proving to be just as magical.

“What would you like to do today?” Chris asked, draping an arm around you; he’d squish you every time he tried to spoon ice-cream into his mouth, making you laugh. “Sorry,” he chuckled and you smiled, kissing his jaw. “Anyway, what would you like to do today? We can hit up all the spots we did when we honeymooned, redo Rome?”

“I don’t mind as long as I’m redoing Rome with you.”

“You’re sweeter than my gelato, you know that?” He smiled and kissed the side of your head. “Okay then, I’ll tour guide the trip. First stop…” He trailed off, taking a moment to ponder. “Oh, yes. What do you say we go recreate our kiss photo on the Spanish Steps?”

“That’s really cheesy, Chris,” you made a face, trying not to laugh as you teased him.

“Yeah,” his face fell slightly as he tried to make his case, “but that’s one of my favorite pic-”

“I’m kidding,” you giggled and he smiled, “I’d love to.” You tip-toed and pecked him on the lips.

“Guess I’m not the only one who hasn’t changed,” he chuckled, squishing you again as he nursed his gelato. “You’re still as cheeky as ever.” He scooped the tiniest bit of gelato onto his spoon. “But then again, so am I.” He poked you in the nose with his gelato then pulled away from you, laughing when you scoffed. “You’ve got a bit of-” he choked on his laughter, grabbing his left pec. “Hey, no!” He dodged your attempt to get back at him, still bellowing with laughter as he jogged a small distance away from you.

“I’m going to get you back,” you warned playfully, trying not to smile.

Despite the fact that you’d been together for nine years and were parents now, things between the two of you were still exciting and lively, fun and playful. It didn’t matter how many more years were yet to come, you and Chris both knew that you wouldn’t become one of those boring, old married couples with nothing to do and nothing to talk about. There was a promise made to always keep the romance alive, it didn’t matter how big or small the gesture was- it was the thought and the effort that counted. You’d both lived up to it so far- Chris going above and beyond with this trip- and you’d continue to live up to it as long as you were together.

“Aw, baby,” he cooed, pouting mockingly, “I am sure you will.” You tried not to laugh as you pursed your lips tightly. “C'mere, you messy girl.” He walked back over to you, using the back of his hand to wipe the gelato from your nose. “There we go,” he wiped his hand on his jeans, “back to perfection.”

“But now your jeans are sticky.”

“Yeah, but what’s new around you?” He smirked and you burst into laughter; he laughed as you playfully shoved him. “Wow, that was so crude,” he laughed, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you continued towards the Spanish Steps. “Oh my God, I am so sorry. It’s like I just have a constant stream of bad jokes in my head,” he chuckled.

“I can’t say that was your worst though,” you said; he chuckled when you did. “Aren’t you lucky I married you anyway?” You teased, looking up and smiling at him. Believe it or not, you lived for his terrible jokes; just like he lived for your perfectionism. Those things were part of who you were, part of the reason why one fell for the other. It may have been annoying to others, but it was adorable to you and Chris.

“Incredibly,” he smiled.

You found the Spanish Steps like you did the last trip, around the corner from Lorenzo’s gelato store. There were many tourists like the two of you taking photos and eating gelato on the steps, it was one of the must-see places when one visited Rome. You and Chris finished your gelato and tossed the paper cups away before you went in search of the spot you’d taken your kiss photo four years ago. It wasn’t that hard to find, Chris had it seared in his mind; it was his favorite photo after all. It was his phone’s background up until the birth of Jack, then he’d changed it to the photo that Jimmy Fallon showed at the interview; the one of the four of you. Chris looked around for someone to help take the photo, American tourists found you first.

“Oh my God, it’s Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N,” a girl in her twenties and her friends lit up at the sight of the two of you. “This is amazing! We’re such huge fans!” You and Chris smiled. “Do you want us to help you guys take a photo?”

“That’d be awesome,” Chris nodded and passed them his phone before rejoining you. “What?” He chuckled when you chuckled, burying your face in his chest. “Are you embarrassed?” He teased, poking your side as he wrapped his arms around you like he did the last time.

“Aren’t you, Mr. I-hate-the-limelight?”

“Never when I’m with you,” he told you, smiling. “When you’re around, you’re all I see. Why do you think I do red carpet events so well around you? It’s 'cause you’re the only thing I think about, I focus on you and everything else just fades away.”

“Aw,” you smiled. “Okay then, let’s take this photo and give your fans a story to tell.” He chuckled and looked over at the girls, nodding at them before drawing you in for a passionate kiss. You could hear them squealing as the camera flash went off. You wanted to laugh at their reaction but Chris’ kiss just took you to another dimension, giving the 'everything else just fades away’ experience. “Okay,” you giggled, breaking the kiss. “I think they got it.”

“I don’t think so,” he chuckled, giving you another quick kiss before pulling away to take his phone back from the girls. “Thank you, ladies. Y/N and I really appreciate the help,” he told them and they smiled at him before smiling at you. “Do you want a group photo before we go?” He asked, holding out his hand for you to take.

“Yes, please!”

Chris pulled you to his side, you both shared a smile before turning your attentions to one of the girls’ phones. The camera shutter went off and they thanked both of you before leaving you to your peace. Chris took your hand, leading you away from the Spanish Steps and onto your next destination. You chuckled softly when he entwined his fingers with yours.

“What?” He quizzed, chuckling softly.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “I’m just wondering how long it’ll take for the guys to call when that photo goes viral,” you told him and he laughed. “They all know you very well, there’s no doubt that they’ll figure out the real reason for this trip.”

“There’s no real reason, there’s just one reason and that’s work.” He said and you laughed. “Work for my job of being the best husband ever,” he added, chuckling. “But what they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

“I love you,” you chuckled.

“I love you too,” he smiled.

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Part 5C coming soon.

You’re My Mission (Part 5/?) (Avengers x reader)

Part 4

“Hey, kid,” Bucky whispered, sitting at your side in the infirmary, “you took that hit like a boss.”

Your eyes opened just a flicker when you heard him sit down, but at the sound of his voice, you opened them fully to bring yourself to your senses and to bring yourself into the moment.  The forced sleep that you had just experienced was not what you would call refreshing, by any means, but it did re-energize your power enough to give you hope that you could use it if needed.  Pushing yourself up to look your guest in the eye, your head swayed and spun a bit at the shift, and your answer came fast enough; you tried and failed to teleport away, and were stuck.  “Where is he?”

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Christmas to Andrew Minyard is chocolate shaped like a bearded man, cold weather, and an excuse for people to preach about love while practicing intolerance. He can’t say he’s a fan of any of the above. Even the chocolate - he’s more of an ice cream kind of guy.

He hasn’t celebrated it in years. At a few of his foster homes he tolerated the trees shedding leaves and glitter and the lights that threatened to give him a headache if he looked too long, at Cass’ he’d even help put them up if she needled him long enough (he wasn’t much help, given she was taller than him, but he was an extra, almost willing pair of hands). The cleaners at Fox Tower wrapped tinsel around the bannisters but his room remained untouched, despite Nicky’s best attempts at coercion. (“Andrew, the tinsel only cost a dollar!” “These lights change colour!” “It’s only a small tree!”) (Andrew had never been impressed by Nicky’s persistent energy, optimism, or continued faith.)

Songs professing what a magical time it was or movies reminding you how wonderful family is are ignored and turned over. Andrew wouldn’t even admit to appreciating a break in the monotony of class and practice.

But maybe there’s something to it.


The cats fighting baubles on a small plastic tree was at least mildly entertaining until the noise threatened to keep Andrew awake. Neil plying Andrew to let him put the small tree up with reindeer-shaped chocolates and an assortment of ridiculously-flavoured candy canes was annoying, but a better bribe than Neil’s usual fare, and held a faint sense of humour. Wrapped presents coming in the mail was definitely infuriating, as were the colourful jumpers they contained, but with some catnip the cats were persuaded to open the presents for him, and they certainly enjoy the jumpers as blankets.

The cold is unforgivable, but at least it’s to the point that even Neil admits it’s cold and turns the heating up. He goes so far as to come back from practice one night with a large, fluffy blanket with a repeating pattern of candy canes, gingerbread houses, and stockings.

He looks at it, as though for the first time, as he wraps Andrew in it like a burrito. “Oh, hey, do you like gingerbread?”

Andrew doesn’t interrupt the glare to say, “Yes.”

The next day Neil comes back with premade kits and suggests they decorate gingerbread houses together.
“This isn’t becoming a twelve days of Christmas thing,” Andrew says, and eats a corner of a gingerbread wall.

“Huh? Is that about buying gifts or something?” Neil asks, ignoring Andrew’s blatant attempt at annoying him.

“And human trafficking,” Andrew says, squeezing some icing directly into his mouth.

“Then no. I just saw them,” Neil shrugs. He’s becoming used to having money that can be spent without worry.

“You planned this,” Andrew accuses without any real heat. Neil’s poking his tongue out slightly to focus on icing a window.

He should have known Neil would take that as a challenge.

The next day’s pretty innocuous, he goes out and comes back half an hour later with dinner. Andrew doesn’t comment, but levels Neil an accusatory look.

“Hey, I brought dessert too,” Neil says, as though dessert forgives all sins. And maybe it does.

On the fourth day, Neil digs out some Santa hats they’d been given when they’d been to Matt and Dan’s for Christmas the previous year. (Now the older Foxes are starting to have children, and Christmas is less for their so-called found family and more for their offspring, no matter how young and unappreciative.) Neil tugs one down over Andrew’s eyes, then pulls it up to right it. The fluffy white ball dangles enticingly, and Sir jumps up to bat at it.

“If I get scratched, you’re paying the hospital fees,” Andrew warns Neil, who’s still definitely in his personal space.

“It’s your money,” Neil replies, which isn’t strictly true. He retrieves Sir though.

The fifth day is the 23rd, and even Neil is aware that’s the last day shops will be open. He returns with a bag that he makes a big deal of not showing Andrew and then puts on a Christmas movie from a DVD. “You’re gonna like this one,” he says. “It reminded me of you.”

It’s Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

“Did Nicky make the joke?” Andrew asks, as soon as he sees the title card.

“Yup,” Neil replies, and takes a small mint candy cane from Andrew’s stash. Insult to injury. “We’re still watching it though.”

It’s not the worst movie he’s ever seen.

On Christmas Eve, they’re doing some kind of promotional thing with the members of their team that don’t have prior obligations. Neil has some garishly bright hat with a bobble on top, and he wraps a matching scarf around Andrew’s neck before they leave. “Don’t pretend you’re not cold. I can see your hands turning blue from across the room.”

Andrew glowers as he puts gloves on.

The kids at the event love Neil’s hat. It’s almost endearing, but they’re too loud.

The seventh day of Neil’s makeshift Christmas is Christmas Day. “You know you’ve got your twelve days wrong,” Andrew says. “Aren’t you the one with the Math degree?”

“I’m sure you care so much about the traditions of Christmas,” Neil says.

“Yes,” Andrew replies. “And if we have turkey, I’ll gut you and that will be my meal for tonight.”

Neil smiles, “Funny you should mention dinner.”

It’s not.

“I found Christmas ice cream. I figured that would do for dinner.”

Sometimes Andrew can remember why he hasn’t yet murdered Neil.

The next day, Neil checks his phone and says, “What is boxing day?”

“Ask Matt,” Andrew says.

Neil snorts. “So it’s about fighting to the death. Probably your favourite holiday, then.” He tries to swing out of bed, but hisses, “Fuck me, it’s cold.”

Andrew can feel it in the tip of his nose. “Turn on the heating then.”

“Nope, we’re staying here,” Neil replies and burrows into the blankets. “I’m putting my feet on you,” he says, and does.

“What are you going to do about the eighth day of Christmas?” Andrew asks. Not because he cares.

“I’m your present,” Neil mumbles.

“Shit present.”

On the ninth day, they have to go back to practice. There’s almost no point, as they’ll stop again around New Year, but their Coach says something about “Pros” meaning “professional” as though that’s new, and everyone turns up, bleary-eyed and in new outfits.

Neil hands him a black jumper with a ridiculous Christmas-themed pun. “It’s not Christmas anymore,” Andrew reminds him.

“No, but I forgot that I’d gotten it,” he says. “I got it in your favourite colour.”

Andrew wears it to practice. At least he gets to take it off to put on his goalkeeper gear. Neil wears the shit-eating grin for the whole of practice.

On the tenth day, Kevin turns up at their doorstep. Andrew looks at Neil accusingly, but he shrugs. “I was in town,” Kevin says.

“Merry Christmas,” Neil says.

“You’re three days late,” Kevin replies with a frown.

After an hour or so of what Dan would have called ‘catching up’, Neil swerves the conversation to the new Exy gear the local dedicated shop has and offers to take Kevin. He doesn’t offer to take Andrew.

“Peace is definitely a theme of Christmas,” Neil says to Andrew quietly. “Right?”

Andrew raises his eyebrows.

“You’re welcome,” Neil says, and leaves.

On the eleventh day, Andrew says he’s looking forward to this being over. Neil smiles and puts King in his lap. “I’m regifting.”

Andrew supposes the cat is warm. He doesn’t argue.

It’s the last day of Neil’s attempt at Christmas, and Andrew isn’t sure, but Neil might be the type to have a triumphant finale. Somehow, though, schedules have aligned so that Andrew has to meet with their team’s long-suffering dietician, and Neil has the day to himself.

When Andrew gets back, though, all that’s changed is that the small Christmas tree is gone. Andrew glances at where it was, and Neil shrugs and says, “It’s the last day of Christmas, right?”

“Are you claiming that your gift to me is this being over?” Andrew wouldn’t be disappointed, but there’d be something.

“Of course not,” Neil says. He throws a gift in garishly bright paper covered in cats wearing Santa hats, which Andrew catches, but reluctantly.

Andrew stares at Neil.

“Open it,” Neil replies.

It’s a DVD for a film whose name is obscured by the pictures of candy on the front.

“Matt says I’m bad at gifts,” Neil says.

“You are.“

“That’s unfair. I just ran out of ideas after the second day.”

Andrew stares at Neil, and puts the DVD box down slowly. Into the trash can.

“Merry Christmas, Andrew.”

anonymous asked:

secret admirer taehyung asking you out on valentines!!!!! like during that week everyone's preparing for valentines and he's like 'hey I like chu girl ;)'

I Really, Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Like You

Summary: Taehyung plucks up the courage to finally confess (college!au)

“I’m gonna do it.”

Jungkook nonchalantly lifts his eyes to look at Taehyung, who’s just slammed his hand on the table in front of them, determination covering every inch of his face.

“Do what?” Jungkook asks, slightly disinterested, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, peeved at the way he’s been disturbed.

“I’m gonna tell _____ I like her.”

There’s a beat of silence before the younger bursts out laughing, heads turning towards the source of the loud raucous in the busy campus cafeteria. Taehyung watches with an unchanging expression as Jungkook wipes tears from his eyes while he struggles to catch his breath. 

“You’re joking,” Jungkook says, breathless; when he sees the look on the elder’s face, his laughter dies down, face morphing into an expression of surprise. “Oh. You’re not joking.”

“Why would I joke about that?” Taehyung asks, reaching across to pick up a bunch of fries off of Jungkook’s plate; Jungkook is too shocked to even care.

“You can’t be serious, hyung.” He scoffs when he’s given no reply. “You’ve barely spoken to her. The last time you did talk to her, you said some crazy nonsense about rabbits on the moon.”

“But she actually listened to my explanation about why I think there are rabbits on the moon. Unlike you.”

“She’s Yoongi hyung’s little sister, in case you’d forgotten that small, but vital, piece of information.”

“That doesn’t bother me.”

“It should.”

“But it doesn’t.”

“I can’t believe you’re the older one,” Jungkook sighs, scratching his head with frustration. “Fine. Fine. Do whatever you wanna do. Just let me know what music you want me to play at your funeral so I can get to work on sorting out a playlist.”


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anonymous-starwars-fan  asked:

Dizzy and Mal headcanons please?

Dizzy and Mal Headcanons

- Evie had been the one who introduced Mal to Dizzy. Before that, Mal didn’t even know that Drizella had a child

- Mal tried her best to avoid the little girl and keep herself (emotionally) guarded. It wasn’t a rare thing at all for a child to not survive the harsh environment of the Isle. In the teen’s mind, there wasn’t really any point in getting too attached

- After a few months of the two meeting, Mal had found Dizzy cornered in an alleyway by some random thug. Going against her previous additude, she saved Dizzy and decided that she was going to keep her alive

- Mal convinced Jay to give Dizzy fighting lessons and even a few pickpocketing tips

- Dizzy looks up to Mal and is really grateful for her actions, though she knows that saying it aloud would only annoy the teen with the thought of not being bad

NCT 127 Reaction To Their S/O Talking To A BTS Member

Requested by: the lovely @jenothankyou , hope you like it and thank you for requesting! Feel free to request again!

Submission: “Oh i see you need requests!! Can I request a NCT 127 fluff where they react to you talking to a BTS member?? Thank you !!”

Originally posted by 1aeil

Taeil || Honestly I feel like Taeil wouldn’t be bothered much by you talking to the BTS member as long as the member didn’t flirt with you! Though I do think if you spent too much time talking to the member and weren’t paying attention to him he would get slightly annoyed. I see him casually walking over to you two and giving you a big smile (which you can’t resist btw) and he would start being clingy so you would pay attention to him. After a while you would give in because honestly how can you resist him? After your attention was on him he would set you beside him and cuddle you so your attention would stay on him.

Originally posted by taeilmun

Johnny || I don’t even know but I kinda get this jealous vibe from Johnny?? So I feel like he wouldn’t want you anywhere near the BTS member no matter if he was flirting or just being friendly. Tbfh I feel like Johnny would wrap his arms around your should and plant kisses all over your face and shoulders so the member would get the point that your his. I also feel like he’d whisper in your ear to distract you from the member until you gave in because honestly jealous johnny = cute af johnny. Once he succeeded in pulling you away from the member he would keep you in his arms and place kisses all over you face in a cute way while having a grin on his face.

Originally posted by baeyongtrash

Taeyong || I feel like Taeyong would be low-key jealous, like he’d watch you interact with the member from a corner with a look of annoyance on his face. He wouldn’t say a thing because he was afraid you’d find him clingy and annoying (even though you thought jealous taeyong was adorable). You felt him burning a hole through the back of your head with his stare and you looked back to see him cutely sulking in the corner so you said goodbye to the member and went over to your cute af boyfriend. You immediately pulled him into a hug and planted kisses all over his face in a silent reassurance that you loved only him and his cheeks turned red but he enjoyed it anyway.

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Yuta || Not even kidding but I feel like this boy would walk right up to you and the BTS member and straight up interrupt your conversation with the member by grabbing your waist and kissing you passionately. Eventually the BTS member would get so uncomfortable he would leave and Yuta would pull away with a cocky grin on his face and you would be so annoyed but low-key flustered from the kiss. He would notice your annoyed facial expression and he would spend the rest of the night cuddling you and kissing you and doing whatever you wanted until you were done being annoyed with him. Tbfh you stopped being annoyed with him after a few minutes but seeing him try his hardest to be cutesy was your revenge.

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape

Doyoung || I feel like he would be the same as Taeyong, sulking in the corner and watching you converse with the BTS member. Though once you noticed his jealousy it would take a lot more than kisses and hugs to make him happy again. He’d probably make you do aegyo or cook his favorite meal and do whatever he wanted until you got fed up with it and straight up told him that he shouldn’t be annoyed or jealous in the first place because you loved him and only him. After your little outburst he would give that cute smile of his and bring you into his arms and you two would cuddle for the rest of the night.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Jaehyun || This boy wouldn’t leave your side tbfh, he would cling onto you the whole time you conversed with the BTS member. He wasn’t exactly jealous of the member he just wanted attention and your cuddles and if he couldn’t get the attention he’d settle for the cuddles. After a while the cuddles weren’t enough and he started distracting you by placing kisses on your jaw and forehead until you got the message and said goodbye to the member. After that your full attention would be on the giant sized child attached to your waist as you ran your fingers through his hair and talked to him about his day and then about your day as well.

Originally posted by thatswhyjaehyunisthereman

Winwin || This little sunshine would be anything but jealous tbfh. He would be by your side also talking to the BTS member and eventually it was you who was jealous. Winwin would not stop talking to the member and eventually you were getting jealous of him not paying attention to you. Sooo you would wrap your arms around his torso and place soft kisses on his blushing cheeks and he’d get the hint and quickly say his goodbyes to the member. After that you’d both spend your time with each other talking and sharing short but sweet kisses and cuddling with each other while listening to music or he would sing a NCT song to you softly as you cuddled.

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

Mark || I feel like this would be his first relationship so he wouldn’t really know what to feel? Should he be jealous or should he just trust you? In the end Mark decided that he wasn’t really jealous because you were dating him not the BTS member but eventually he would butt in the conversation because he wanted to talk to you too. You both talked with the member and eventually you’d both say your goodbyes and you would ask him if he was jealous and when he explained that he trusted you completely and you smiled brightly and leaned up and pressed a shy kiss to his now bright pink cheeks and you guys spent the rest of your time talking.

Originally posted by monoka

Haechan || Again this would be his first relationship so he was honestly confused on what to feel but tbfh he would be jelly. He would butt in on the conversation and say goodbye to the member for you before dragging you away and when you accused him of being jealous he immediately denied. Of course you knew that was far from the truth so you giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek (which left him low-key flustered) and called him a cutie pie. Of course he would get soo cocky and be like “of course I am, I’m the true visual Y/N” and you just rolled your eyes (though you couldn’t disagree because he’s the true visual in your eyes).

Originally posted by donghyukslee

anonymous asked:

Can you do headcanons for Chocobros visiting their good friend who's in hospital?

You mean when they come visit me? Because I live there am always working?
I’ll stop making lame jokes and write now (*´꒳`*)

Code Chocobro


It can be guaranteed that Noct going into a hospital would cause a scene. The media would be all over it, making up stories about how the prince had been injured, not to mention the visitors being in awe of having a “celebrity” in their midst. He would be rather flustered and try to make his way quickly to his friend’s room, but he’d end up getting lost along the way. It would take him a while to work up the courage to approach one of the nurses and ask how to get to their room.

Once he actually got to their room, Noct would pull a chair up beside their bed. If they were sleeping, he would sit quietly watching whatever was playing on the television at a low volume. If they were awake, he’d greet them, immediately asking how they’re feeling. While he was there, he’d do everything he could to get their mind off of their sickness or injury. Noct would eventually convince them to play some sort of video game, which the two would laugh and tease each other over.


Sweet angel would definitely surprise his buddy with a visit. He’d also spend a good ten to twenty minutes chatting with a miscellaneous nurse at the nurse’s station about chocobos or something random like that. When he first arrives in his friend’s room, he’d shout surprise and give them the flowers and treats he brought with him quietly because he’d be hushed by the nurses if he were too loud.

Prompto would be the friend that the nurses are happy to have their - he’d take over parts of his friend’s care for the time being, fetching pillows, blankets, and ice chips as needed. He’d amuse his friend with conversation and video games, all the while fussing over things like their temperature and blood pressure, anxiously asking the nurse what the numbers meant. Prompto just wants his buddy to be okay.


This guy would have consulted WebMD before showing his face in the hospital. He’d like to know how his friend is being treated and why that route of treatment was chosen. Thankfully, he’d ask the healthcare team in a way that showed he’s genuinely curious and not just there to be overbearing.

Iggy would bring desserts, primarily cookies and small pastries, with him. Before entering the room, he would check with his friend’s nurse to see if they had any dietary restrictions - he doesn’t want to mess with their plan of care. If they did, he’d leave the treats with the nurse and tell them to give them to the rest of the team. If not, he’d still offer them and their nearby coworkers a cookie or two before going into his friend’s room. They would watch a movie and enjoy the treats that Ignis brought. His primary goal would be to make them comfortable, as if nothing were wrong. The friend would be completely unaware, but Ignis would almost constantly be making mental notes of their vital signs to ensure they were doing fine.


Before actually getting to his friend’s room, Gladio would spend a lot of time chatting up the nurses, respiratory therapists, assistants, and just about anyone that crossed his path. He’d be that guy that the nurses avoid, simply because they know he’ll keep them forever, making it difficult to actually get their job done.

Even though he pesters the healthcare workers, Gladdy is a welcome presence in the hospital. He brings joy to everyone he comes across with his dorky jokes and overall cheerful personality just don’t back him into a corner, annoy him, be a sassy prince, etc.. Gladio’s friend is definitely very happy to have him there because he’s great at getting their mind off of their situation. He’d bring along all sorts of card games and books, plenty of things to keep them both entertained for hours. They’d end up watching a lot of TV and laughing about random things like how the bedside table and side rails of the bed take forever to figure out. Gladdy would also be very welcome because of his size - he’d be able to help his friend in and out of bed with ease, something the nurses are almost constantly thanking him for.

Minor Victories

Author’s Note: I originally wrote this after 5x01, but I’ve been too busy to get around to editing and posting it. I seem to have found the time and inspiration after last night’s episode. Enjoy!

She chases after the dreadlocked clone who’d stormed away in such a hurry she nearly left a trail of debris in her wake. Many of the villagers watch in alarm and confusion as she calls out to Cosima, the clone ignoring her cries and continuing on her straight and certain path to the the yurt—their yurt.

This certainly wasn’t how she imagined her day to go.

They had been in the clinic, taking Cosima’s samples to monitor her progress, to assess the effectiveness of the cure and try to determine the speed at which it was working. There had been a slight tension between them since she returned from Sardinia the day before, though they had settled into a comfortable banter. She could tell Cosima was still holding her at arm’s length, still upset over their current situation—or more specifically, their lack of control over it.

She tried to hold her tongue.

She could tell by the look in Cosima’s eyes that there was some sort of disconnect—a numbness. Cosima had always been guarded in her own way, but this was different. There were far more barriers than she ever remembered there being before; she could feel it in Cosima’s unresponsive lips as she stole desperate kisses before being pulled away to Sardinia; she could see it in the glaze of her eyes, in the shallowness of their conversations which remained focused on the science—strictly business with no room for sentiment. She had been awarded a small victory when she managed to elicit a slight smile from the brunette after pressing her lips to the needle’s entry point on Cosima’s arm before pressing a circular bandaid to the wound. It was a loving gesture, a reassuring one—one that was meant to pull the clone out of whatever uncertainty and inner turmoil she seemed to be drowning it.

It almost worked.

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Princess Trager - Tig Drabble

@mayyoustay-foreveryoung   requested #5, 17, 25, 44, 46 and 50 (I think I used most if not all)


“I’m gonna go out and look for her,” Your old man, Tig, was pacing the floor furiously, “What if something happened to her?”

“I’m sure she’s fine, Tig.”

“Then why the hell is she late?” Your sixteen year old daughter was supposed to have been home an hour ago. You knew she’d probably either lost track of time with her friends or gone further afield than she was necessary supposed to, but that she’d most likely be home any minute all in one piece. Tig, predictably, assumed the worst. He’d always been overprotective of his little girl. He wouldn’t listen when you reminded him she wasn’t exactly so ‘little’ anymore. She was his Princess, always would be.

Before Tig could rant anymore, you both heard the lock click and the front door open. You and Tig both waited as she tried to creep past the living room door to the stairs, but her father caught her with her foot in the air, about to start the climb.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He growled angrily. You both saw her cringe, lower her foot back to the floor, and turn into the room where you were both waiting.

“Well,” She said, folding her arms, ready for a fight, “This is where I live.”

“Hey! Enough of your attitude already,” You warned. You were the more laid-back parent, but that didn’t mean you didn’t discipline your daughter.

“What the hell kinda time do you call this?” Tig demanded.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” She put on her best little-girl voice, knowing how it had a tendency to melt her father’s heart, “I was just hanging out with Kristen and Emma and I just lost track of time…”

“That’s not good enough,” Tig told her, “We were worried! I thought you were dead!”

“But it wasn’t like I was really out anywhere, I was just at Emma’s house…”

“As far as we know!”

“Daddy, I never lie to you! Why do you always gotta be like this? You treat me like a criminal when I’ve done nothing wrong! My friends are all allowed to stay out later than I am!”

“I don’t give a shit about your friends-”

“Mom, come on, tell him he’s being unfair!”

“Your Dad is right. You should’ve at least called if you were going to be late,” You reprimanded.

“Are you really taking his side against me?” She stared at you, aghast, “Mom, when you were my age you were sneaking out with guys, getting drunk and high, and you had an older boyfriend-”

“Now I know where she gets this from,” Tig said, with an annoyed look at you.

“Tig, the things you were doing at sixteen were way worse than the shit I was getting up to…” You began to argue.

“Don’t use me as an example,” He frowned, “I wasn’t a good kid.”

“Well neither was I!” As you two began to bicker, out of the corner of his eye Tig spotted your daughter trying to sneak away and off outside, having succeeded in managing to distract you from her telling-off.

“Hey! Get back here right now!” He called. She winced again and came back in. This time though she went one better- she deployed the puppy-dog eyes too.

“I’m really sorry Daddy. I know how you worry. All I wanted to do was spend a little more time with my friends… it’s nearly the end of summer break and then I’ll be so busy at school buckling down and trying to make sure I get good grades… all I wanna do is make you proud…” You rolled your eyes. This spiel always worked. You could see Tig melting right on the spot as he gazed at his little girl.

“I know, baby. And you do make me proud, everyday. Look… just call first next time, okay? I’d hate if anything bad happened to you.”

“I know. I promise I will, Daddy,” She said, letting him hug her and kiss her on the head.

“It’s past midnight now. Get to bed,” He told her, trying and failing to sound stern. She smiled.

“Okay. I love you Daddy. Night Mom.” You waved her off, rolling your eyes. Tig turned around, looking pleased with himself. You rolled your eyes.

“Well she won’t be doing that again,” He declared proudly, “I told her.”

“Tig, you never tell her. You let her off for everything.”

“Do not!” He protested.

“Do too. She has you wrapped around her little finger!” Tig stared at you as if he wanted to argue some more but then he sighed, stepping over and wrapping his arms around you.

“Yeah,” He agreed softly, “I guess she does.”