they sure do touch each other a lot

crossover au


@all-you-see-is-nightmare-eyes HELPED ME WITH THESE

- the boys get progressively gayer now that they’re together, they hold hands and make out and cuddle and everyone finds it really cute?? (everyone as in heidi and jeremy’s dad)

- they have a specific way they cuddle, connor’s on the left curled up around them since he’s the tallest and the main one he’s curled up around is michael, his nose nuzzled in his hair. honestly he’s just spooning michael. michael’s arms are around evan, who’s nuzzled in his neck and has his arms wrapped around him and connor. jeremy’s spooning evan, nuzzled in the back of his neck as he wrapped his arms around michael and evan and he’s holding connor’s hand.

- it’s almost impossible for them to sleep unless they’re with each other it’s crazy

- connor definitely dramatically drapes himself across michael when he’s playing games to get his attention

- “pay attention to me and your other boyfriends”
“just one more level-”
“no it’s late and we wanna watch movies”
“start one without me then i’ll be there right after i beat this i promise”
“you said that four levels ago, please?”
all three of them give michael puppy eyes; he can’t resist

- okay but evan’s never had a slushy before and michael is OFFENDED, so he grabs all of the boys and they go to the seven eleven down the street. at 2 in the morning.

- when evan first tries it he’s like “HOLY HECK THIS IS GOOD” and he drinks it way too quickly and no one has enough time to tell him about brain freezes


- turns out evan gets extremely hyper with just a small amount of sugar so everyone just watches him tired himself out and then connor has to carry him home when he crashes

- they all bought evan a bonsai tree for his birthday and evan treasured it so much that he wont even let his boyfriend’s touch it

- eventually they all end up talking about the squips and the suicide attempts. there’s a lot of tears, but they’re there for each other and they comfort each other through it, they make sure to be each other’s rocks.

- HALLOWEEN IS CONNOR’S FAV HOLIDAY he plans out matching costumes (they’re all dressed up as zombie mario characters) and he helps decorate everyone’s houses because he can’t do it at his own and he scares the fuck out of his boyfriend’s 24/7

- christmas is definitely jeremy’s favorite time of the year because he likes the cold, but also because of the cliche’s - mistletoes, matching sweaters, snow ball fights, dazzling lights and presents - it’s just great

- god fuCKING RUN from michael on april fools day he plays so many tricks on everyone and one time he put hair dye in connors shampoo and he came out with bright pink hair its a fucjing disaster

- everyone protects evan from michael on april fool’s day to be honest

- evan’s favorite time of the year is definitely new years eve because. like. everyones celebrating for their own reasons, and he has his own. connor’s lived another year, he’s been with his boyfriend’s for another year, he’s actually here for another year. plus, he gets to kiss his boyfriend’s at midnight.

- plus they all stole wine from jeremy’s dad and evan totally got grounded for it

- on their anniversary, they decide to get each other promise rings and give them to each other at the end of the day. they go back to the orchard with a picnic basket and spend the entire day there, talking and laughing and taking pictures. eventually they all pull out the rings and give them to each other.

- the inside bands of rings all say something different

- jeremy’s says “you’re our world and stars”
michael’s says “you’re our happiness and laughter”
evan’s says “you’re our calm in the middle of a storm”
connor’s says “you’re our beacon of light in darkness”

- they kept their relationship a secret from everyone at their schools, but when they checked Instagram that night, evan had posted a picture of their ring hands reaching for the sky. underneath it the caption says “All we see is sky for forever ~ These three mean the world to me and I can’t express it enough. One year already and I can’t wait for the years to come.”

- they all decide to post similar things on their instagrams, and it feels nice to finally be out and free to be themselves.

- the first time the boys went to connor’s house was to meet his parents - he had told them a month earlier that he was gay and had three boyfriend’s and his parents took it somewhat okay, but they’re really confused about it all. so they invited them to a dinner.

- connor finds out last second that they were supposed to dress up all nice, like tuxes and stuff and he tried to warn his boys but they were already there

- so now there’s these three awkward boys standing there in their basic regular clothing while everyone’s wearing dresses and tuxes

- at least connor looks good

- after that they spend a lot more time at evan’s house because his momma is so sweet when she’s there


- “shit bitch tit fuck asshole” THEY LITERALLY SCREAM

- “you know you guys make such a big deal out of me swearing when i can have you all swearing and moaning in five minutes” EVERYONE GOES INTO SHOCK

- one night evan’s mom goes out on a date and everyone is SCREAMING BECAUSE HEIDI HAS A BOYFRIEND

- her boyfriend has a little four year old daughter !!!

- he meets evan and his boys and hes like “oh are you guys heidi’s sons?” and connor without thinking says “nah we’re all evan’s boyfriends” and everyone’s hearts stop for a moment but new like “okay” and evan actually feels his chest swell with pride and happiness and he just. laughs and says “okay.” back and everything is good

- he’s able to bond with all of the boys in one way or another, he talks with michael for hours on end just about how amazing his jacket is and all of the patches on his jacket and stands behind connor while he’s drawing sometimes and gives him some tips and when jeremy tries to cook he swifts by and gives him tips too, adding in stuff now and then secretly to help and with evan, well they talk all the time considering this man is dating evan’s mom, and really quickly evan trusts him and is happy for him and his mom


- all the boys are the best men no questions asked and they all wearing matching ties and tuxes and heidi’s boyfriend’s little girl is the flower girl

- after the wedding at the after party the boys lay outside in the grass and they’re just talking and watching the sky and there’s music faintly playing in the background from inside the building and they’re just so happy and calm

- jeremy suddenly says “i can’t wait for our wedding” and everyone is shocked but jeremy is just confused because he didn’t even know he said that out loud but when he finds out he did he blushes and covers his face

- connor is like “i would marry you all in a heart beat” and michael is like “we already have matching rings..”

- evan suddenly stands without saying a word and the rest of the boys stand too thinking they made him anxious, but he turns around and suddenly gets down on one knee and hes like “will you all marry me?”

- and it’s so cliche but every one of them say yes and they all cry

- here they are - these fucking kids, jeremy and michael at age seventeen, evan at eighteen, connor at nineteen - here they all are, proposing to each other

- they of course can’t legally get married but they all change their names a week later. they all sport the last name, Hansen-Heere-Murphy-Mell.

okay im done for now because my fingers hurt from typing

I could get use to this

Jughead Jones x Reader

Sitting in Pops diner with my half empty glass of chocolate milkshake, it felt strange being here without everyone. Veronica, was busy arguing with her mom about what she had done with the contract for Andrews construction. Archie, was busy with Valerie or his music and Jughead and Betty were too busy with finding Jason’s killer along with clearing Polly’s name.  

My parents had been arguing a lot more over the last couple of months and this morning my dad just packed up and left, no “goodbye” or “I’ll be in touch soon” he just left without even giving me a second thought. I wasn’t sure if my mom was happy with my dad just leaving us like that or if she was upset, heartbroken or anything she just carried on cleaning and doing laundry. It felt empty being in that house with all the memories I have of growing up with amazing parents, who love each other and now I’m almost 17 and they split up or separate whatever they want to call it, soon to be possibly divorced and neither of them even blink an eye at me.

Pops placing a basket of fries on my table snapped me out of my train of thought, giving him a smile for his kindness. It wasn’t unusual for Pops to give away fries or onion rings even the occasional burger but it was out of politeness to show some sort of thanks at his generosity. Turning my attention back to the empty seat across from me, I felt like I was cut off from everyone, maybe it was just paranoia or maybe my friends are just caught up in their own problems.  
Leaving Pops I aimlessly walked around town no specific destination in mind, just the thought of going home to silence doesn’t seem too appealing, I guess having them shouting at each other wasn’t as bad. Walking past Andrews construction all the lights were out making me wonder if Fred was having a boys night with Archie or taking Mrs Lodge out for dinner. It had began to rain at some point along my travels, starting off light and had gradually came pouring down. I was soaked but I felt to emotionally numb to care. The ding of my phone brought me back from my thoughts once again.  

From: Archie
Come to the station, its about Jughead

Making my way to the station not evening questioning Archie why Jughead was even there to begin with, all I knew is one of our friends was in possible trouble and I needed to be there. I didn’t realise how close I was until I had arrived not much longer than 10 minutes after Archies text. Walking in Archie was the first to see me, embracing me in a hug, holding on those few seconds longer. “You okay?” He whispered in my ear, obviously noticing my prolonged hug. “Later” I mumbled, pulling away to see Betty coming out of the interrogation room with Jughead.  "Thanks for coming" Jughead mumbled slowly moving his way towards me, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck in a hug. “Anything for you” I whispered in his ear, his arms squeezing even more securely round my waist.  

Leaving the station we were surprised with Jugheads dads appearance, Forsythe Pendleton Jones II . “Jughead" Mr Jones called. “Forgot to plug my phone in last night” He explained. “What the hell happened?” FP, spoke his body language still rigid. “Nothing. It’s fine now. Mr Andrews took care of it” Jughead told his dad, leaving myself very confused. Why would Fred need to fix this for Jug? “What jacked up crap did they accuse you of in there?” FP, asked. “Those bastards trying to throw you in jail like your old man? Well screw that, I’ll rip Keller, a new one!” He shouted, making his way towards the station. Jughead, grabbing his shirt to stop him. “Dad, don’t. Please?” He mumbled, pleading with his dad.

“Maybe you should go home?” Fred, spoke to FP, trying to help his long time friend. “He is my son” FP, called out, pushing at Freds chest. “MY son. You would do the same for your boy” Stepping back realising maybe being here wasn’t good for him. “You coming home with me?“ He turned to his son, seeing the hesitation on Jugheads face I knew he wanted to go with his dad but also wanted to stay with the Andrews. “Yeah dad” Jug muttered, quickly squeezing my hand as he walked away.  

“We’ve told Jughead he can stay with us Mr Jones” Archie spoke up. “Is that what you want?” Mr Jones, asked Jughead, staring at his son, hands on his shoulders. “Maybe its for the best” We all heard him tell Jughead. “Son listen to me, I’m going to do what you want” He told Jug, looking him straight in the eye. “Get my act together, I’m going to get your mom and Jellybean home so we can all be under the same roof” He promised. “I just need a little time to do that, a month, two at the most and then we’ll get everything back on track” Why was he pushing Jughead into staying with Mr Andrews? Sharing a hug between the two of them, both parting ways, Jughead made his way home with Archie and his dad, Betty and I going with them.


“Can I have a word with Y/N?” Jughead, spoke to Archie, Betty and Mr Andrews as we stood outside the Andrews house no one knowing what to say. “Just come in whenever you’re ready, Jughead” Mr Andrews told him, lightly squeezing his shoulder before the three of them descended inside.

“What’s wrong Jug?” I asked, almost too scared to hear his answer. Taking my hand in his as he walked us around to the backyard.

“I feel like I owe you this explanation because you stick by me with everything and sharing a little bit of my life with you doesn’t sound so bad” He explained, squeezing my hand for security.  

“My dad worked for Mr Andrews but he had to let him go and ever since then my dads life hasn’t been the same” I remember Jughead mentioning that once they planned to shut the drive-in down.

“He started drinking, a lot. I guess after all his drinking my mom had finally had enough and took my sister Jellybean to my grandparents. They’re both doing really well out there but after they left I couldn’t handle knowing my dad was either going to be drunk by the time I went home or was going to end up coming home drunk” My heart aching knowing that Jugheads kept this to himself for so long.

“So I started living at the drive-in until they shut it down and since they done that I’ve been living at the school which Archie found out about this morning and Freds offered to take me in” I could feel the tears at the back of my eyes but I knew if Jughead seen at least one tear he would regret opening up to me.  

Stopping in my tracks, I pulled Jugheads arm to stop him from walking any further, making him turn towards me. “How can..” I was speechless. “How can you be there for others but let yourself suffer alone?” I asked, Jugheads always there listening to everyone else’s problems but never complains about his own.

“Complaining doesn’t do anything but I’m thankful that I have you and Archie who hasn’t judged me” A small trace of a smile gracing his plump lips. “I would never judge you” Pulling on his hand, bringing him closer towards me. “I care for you Jughead” I almost whispered, looking up at his beautiful face, his blue-green eyes having a slight sparkle in them.

“I care about you too” Mumbling, his eyes flickering between mine and my lips. Standing on my toes slightly, my free hand that wasn’t holding Jugheads, caressing his cheek, running the pad of my thumb across his top lip, his eyes closing ever so slightly at the contact. “There’s no going back after this” I breathed, our lips brushing against each others. “That’s not always a bad thing” The words almost catching in his throat, gently pressing our lips together, both his hands now on my face, one of mine still caressing his cheek, my other firmly grasping onto his famous light blue denim jacket.  

I could get use to this” Jughead grinned pulling apart, pressing his lips back on mine in a more passionate filled kiss.

anonymous asked:

imagine if the squip became a human au. idk I think that'd be kinda cute.

Oh my gosh, let’s.

Jeremy introduces him to everyone as “Reeves” (he was gonna go with Keanu at first, but he thought that’d be too suspicious.) and calls him his “second cousin”, because how else do you explain a random guy that nobody’s ever seen before popping up out of nowhere and staying at your house?

When Michael finds out it’s the SQUIP, he dumps a whole liter of Mtn Dew Red on him. Which does nothing but make the SQUIP hate him more. They then spend most of the day glaring at each other when Jeremy’s not looking.

He pretty much survives on Mtn Dew, but being just “born”, it’s not like he has any money. So needless to say, Jeremy’s dad now believes he has a Mtn Dew addiction.

Eventually Jeremy tells him he’s gonna have to get a job. He suggests working retail at the mall, since telling people how to dress is one of his specialties.

The SQUIP, despite being human, still has the same basic programming and has to now get used to the fact that he can’t make decisions for Jeremy anymore, which takes some time. The first few days are especially hectic; while Jeremy’s at school, the SQUIP takes the liberty of replacing his entire wardrobe, updating his social media, changing all the music he listens to, and ALMOST throwing out all his video games (thankfully, Jeremy arrives home just in time to put a stop to that.)

It also takes him awhile to learn how to use electronics normally (Jeremy jokes all the time about the irony of the fact that a computer can’t use a computer.)

It’s not all problems, though! The SQUIP is great at keeping house, he likes to keep things presentable in case any guests should stop by (he’s all about making a good impression.) He’s also ideal for helping with homework. And he almost always gets a discount at Starbucks.

Michael takes a looong time to warm up to the SQUIP, for obvious reasons. They butt heads a lot because they both think Jeremy’s life is better off without the other, and they both have their own ideas of how to protect him. Jeremy has to be the buffer whenever they’re in the same place at the same time, poor guy. They do eventually learn to live with each other, though, once they realize that neither of them is going away anytime soon.

Also, the SQUIP still can’t touch alcohol. He’s not exactly sure whether or not it’d still affect him in the same way, but he’s not taking any chances.

He also watches way too much MTV.

Late Night Confessions

Luke Skywalker/ Reader

Originally posted by the-return-of-the-imagines

Words: 1,446

Summary: After conversing with Leia about your situation, you decide that taking the leap of faith wouldn’t hurt after all. 

Request: Could you please do one with Luke where reader is a little nervous to confess their feelings but decides to get past their nerves and tell him even though they aren’t sure how he’ll react. Thankfully he feels the same!

Tagging: @kwaiky

Requested by: Anonymous

Author’s note: This is the first time I write for Luke so I hope I did this man justice!! Cotton candy found dead in Miami bc this fic is filled with fluff oh my goshjdsahudislhvlfi

Sometimes when Luke looks over your way, you get the urge to scream at the top of your lungs to declare your love for him. Though you wave or smile at him instead, you can’t help but put yourself down for not confessing right then and there about your feelings.

The sole reason that you hold yourself back is your nerves.

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Dawn (An AntiXDark fanfic)

And yet another! A bit more chill this time, and hopefully better :P Once more, took inspo from @markired (y’all should follow BTW - hella good fanfic ideas there!) so thanks to them! :)

WORD COUNT: 924 words

WARNINGS: Insomnia? AntixDark, if you’re not into that. No sexual behaviour, though. Like I said, this one is pretty chill.

Enjoy! Please feel free to criticise, or even like or reblog if you really think it’s good enough (Don’t know why you would though!!! lol) but please don’t repost as your own! Hope you like it :)


Dark laid in the bed, feeling the soft mattress below him still sinking underneath his weight, slowly slipping into the material like it were gradually absorbing him, night by night. The softness of the scrunched sheets lingered against his hand beside him, his other hand hanging gently over the side of the bed, touching the air out of boredom like he was playing the piano, just like he did when he first met Anti. Anti hated him playing the piano. Said it was a waste of time. Said that everyone played the piano and that he was different, so he shouldn’t be doing it too. He took it as a compliment.

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anonymous asked:

You are the most beautiful woman, inside and out. How kind and helpful you are makes me want to be better. I used to be so jealous and would tear others down in my head all the time. But seeing you and women like you who just build others up all of the time and spread positivity makes me feel the need to do the same. You literally inspire me. You just make the world so much better and are so warm. I hope to be like you, and thanks for all you do<3

WOWOWODHHD Thank you so much nonnie! 

Real talk: I wasn’t always! We all go through learning experiences. And mine was in high school, where I was the most judgmental, sour, bitchy, all out RUDE mean person you’d ever meet! I was reclusive and I told myself I was because I thought I was better then others. Especially girls not liken to my interests. 

It took me a year of living alone in Japan, realizing what true loneliness and lack of friendship feels like. 

I learned that being judgemental and picky about others, or simply tearing them down, doesn’t really benefit anyone. Its simply not productive and its not like you get any joy from doing it either. 

I’ve had way more happiness and kindness put back to me because of the amount I put in. 

Sheila today is the type of friend I always wanted to have. Or at least, that’s what I’m trying to do. I try hard to make sure I only emulate the person I always wanted to meet. That big sister, cool dependable friend I always wished I had. And since doing so, I’ve found that person in others too. 

So I hope my inspiration leads to your aspiration leads back to me and so on and so on until we touch enough people that we’re just out here, sharing support and knowledge and learning from each other. Cause I think I still have a lot to learn, and I gotta learn it from you guys. 

Secret Feelings (Alec x Reader) Imagine

One hit, two hits, three hits. Alec just kept on hitting the punching bag.

“Just tell him how you feel already” a voice from behind me said. Turning around I see Jace with his arm cross and a smirk on his face.
“Like now because I’m getting tired of both of yours guys love sick attitude” you rolled your eyes,
“You’re one to talk, you follow Clary around like a love sick puppy these day” Jace stood there looking shocked.
“You and I both know that’s a completely different story” he said defending himself. “You keep telling yourself that” you answer back.
“Hey guys what are you two taking about?” Alec asked as he walk out of the training room taking a sip from his water bottle.“Nothing” you both quickly answer and left the room, leaving a very confused Alec behind.

  “Do you ever plan on telling my brother that you like him?” Izzy asked as she sat on your bed.
“Have you been talking to Jace lately? Because all you two do is ask me that same question every time we talk” You said as you lay down next to her on your bed. Izzy laugh then look at you with a smile.
“You know that’s means that more then one person can tell then right?” You went to answer back but then your bedroom door open to revealing Clary. “It’s time to go”

You three walk through the halls of the institute heading to the main area. Knowing that’s where the boys would be waiting to leave for your guys mission. Today mission was the same as always go out and kill a demon, then come back make a report about it then it would be done.
“You all ready?” Jace asked as you guys walked up to where him and Alec were standing.
“Let’s go!” Izzy said cheerfully as she grabbed yours and Clary arm and walked out of the institute.

“So Y/N you and Alec huh?” Clary said teasing you on your way back from the hunt.
“OH MY ANGEL” you yelled causing Jace and Alec to stop walking ahead of you and turn around to see what the matter was. You had enough, couldn’t they all see that you just wanted to keep it to yourself and not tell him.
“Could all three of you stop asking me that,I had enough” you shouted while looking from Clary to Jace to Isabella.
“Stop asking you what?” Alec asked standing there between all of you looking more confused then ever.
“It’s nothing so don’t worry about it” you said back.
“That’s a lie. It’s is something important dear brother so we will leave so the two of you alone so you can talk about it” Izzy said pulling Jace and Clary away with her. God damn Izzy you thought as she left, leave it to her to do something like this leaving you no choice but to face your fears.
“What’s so important? Alec asked. Isn’t he full of questions to day you thought but you knew if you were in his situation too you would be doing the same.
"Do you really want to hear something that would change our friendship forever? There’s no turning back after you hear what I have to say” you said looking him in the face staring at his eyes. His hair was a bit messy from fighting the demon earlier and he looked tried but he still smile at you.
“Go ahead, say it. You never know if I feel the same way. If you don’t ask.” he said as he walked closer to you.
“Well hear I go Alec I- wait what did you just say?” You ask looking dumbfounded. Did he really just say that he had feeling for me you wonder.
“Me and you both know what I said, Yes I have feeling for you Y/N. You and I both know you have them for me too. It doesn’t need to take a genius to figured that out.”
“But why haven’t you said anything before” you stated. Alec just shrugged “I guess every time I try I just chicken out of it” he said looking at you
“I always got nervous and back out, thinking that when everyone said you have feeling for me was just a lie”
“Oh Alec, I do like you” you said looking at him “A lot really”
“Good because I like you too and now I can do this” he while bending down to kiss you.
Your guys lips touch and it felt like home. Like this is what you always needed but never knew you did until now. It had so much passionate from all the years worth of feelings you had built up inside. You guys pulled away from the kiss and rested your forehead together. Finally this moment that you always dream of was here and it sure was hell worth the wait.
“Would you two hurry up sucking each other face off because it cold” Jace yelled. Causing you guys to stop kissing and laugh along with Izzy and Clary.
“Come lets go” Alec said as he pulled your hand making your way back to the others to head home.

A/N: if you guys have any requests or idea please send them along. I will happily do them.

anonymous asked:

What do you think makes the caryl relationship NON platonic?

I wish I could find the definitive thing that would convince people. That one thing you know? But I guess its subjective. At least to me And to explain it would take quite a bit of space that I think I can just simplify it.

I think its just the way  they way they look at eachother sometimes. 

Like here…

Or maybe just in the way that they touch when they hug like here..

(gif by @hypernovadust​)

Its hard for me to describe it, other than that its different from other interactions. The touches are different. The looks are different. Deeper, more emotional in both cases. An intimacy level that rarely exists outside of non-platonic relationships. There is deep feeling here. A friendship that has become something a lot more. And like Mel said, they are very protective  of this ‘thing’ they have. They are not obvious  except maybe when they are looking at the other and see nothing else but each other.

They are vehemently protective of each other.

(gif by @dixonscarol​)

(not sure whose this is, let me know if you know)

They’re touches and physical contact is far more intimate than with any others.

(gis by @oohhshiny)

There is something different about them and I’m a firm believer in the idea that just because they don’t do the ‘sterotypical’ things that people associated with romance, non of this interaction is any less romantic in nature. Pure romantic love is displayed in many different ways and when people get by their narrow perceptions of what constitutes ‘platonic’ and ‘non-platonic’  they can see some beautiful things going on.

It’s deeper than that, to quote someone we all know.

They love each other in a very special way that is beyond platonic to me and that’s pretty much all I can say to explain it. Hope that’s enough.

Kaisoo Analysis | Kaisoo Origins

I was inspired to do this post after I researched for something online. I was honestly curious about how people started shipping Kaisoo, since I never saw a specific moment that made people ship them together. Because, everything has a start, right? So, giving this thought a shot, I started to research…

And I found this on fykaisoo (apparently, someone had the same doubt as me!):

I put the link of the answer above, but if you’re lazy to click at it or you don’t know what predebut they talked about, I’ll put them here because I’m a masochist and I love Kaisoo too much to let it go.  

I really don’t know why people started shipping Kaisoo romantically after these pictures came out… sarcastic laugh

This picture only confirms what Jongin said on EXO Second Box DVD about him and Kyungsoo going to take a coffee and hang out together.

Full gifset here.

The iconic Kaisoo pose again (Kyungsoo with his cheek close to Jongin’s). 

 No comment needed on this one, honestly.

Fykaisoo’s post has another pictures/gifs that show some moments of them in MAMA Era.

Some moments of Kaisoo being clingy with each other. Not only Jongin being clingy with Kyungsoo, but the other way around, as well. What is super important, if you consider Kyungsoo’s personality as someone who doesn’t like people touching him.

This moment is very important to me because it was after Jongin suffered an injury. You can see Kyungsoo carrying him and his face looks so determined… I don’t know how to explain this, I just think that’s very deep.

This is another moment I appreciate tenderly. Some members of EXO-K are talking to the camera, but Jongin and Kyungsoo are missing. It’s almost imperceptible, but, if you look closely, you can see Kyungsoo having his throat massaged by Jongin. When Kyungsoo spots the camera, he reacts with surprise and tries to hide. Not very successful, I would say.

Everything I just saw made me take some conclusions that I wanted to share here that maybe will sound obvious for a lot of people:

  1. Kaisoo was always reaaaaally close, since predebut days no shit, Sherlock;
  2. They didn’t have a start point, like one moment in front of the cameras, in a showcase or concert. They just had this awesome relationship since the beginning and, when people realised this, some of them started to ship them together;
  3. Right after their debut, Kyungsoo and Jongin still touched each other a lot in public places, but not because they were forced to (I think). For me, it was a habit, that they kept doing it lightly for a time;
  4. They were always there with each other, taking care of each other and making sure that the other was alright. I put some other moments I found online to illustrate this:

Kyungsoo opening the water bottle and giving it to Jongin instead of drinking it first. 

I didn’t find the video of this moment, but it’s basically Jongin with a hot pack on his hand. Sehun wanted it because it was pretty cold. Jongin wanted to share his hot pack with Kyungsoo instead, but he refused. He was feeling cold as well, but he preferred to see Jongin with the hot pack instead of taking it from him! 

I just stay mad when some people say that Kaisoo is planned by SM or they fake their friendship or whatever. I mean, those people don’t know them at all! I know and agree that some fans exaggerate a lot about some of their moments, but it’s a normal thing to do. A lot of shippers of other couples do the same thing and, believe me, it’s normal. But say that everything Kaisoo does is fake? 

Their interactions changed a lot through the years, it’s a fact. But that’s why Do Kyungsoo and Kim Jongin matured as human beings and they’re a lot busier than they used to be. It doesn’t mean that they don’t like each other anymore or that they’re not together anymore (as friends, or lovers, whatever you decide to call them).

I swear that I tried to imagine just for fun they going to take a coffee and take selcas there because SM obliged them to and this idea is one of the most ridiculous things I ever thought in my life.

Kaisoo has this huge quantity of shippers because the sincere way they build their relationship every day, with every interaction. Shipping them as brothers, best friends or even lovers don’t change the fact that they really appreciate each other’s company and are really fond of each other.

And honestly, knowing this in my heart, even if they don’t date, makes me really proud to be a Kaisoo shipper.


Credits here. If even a Baekhyun’s friend admitted that Jongin and Kyungsoo were close, who am I to say otherwise, right? Or maybe he was paid for SM to say that, because Kaisoo makes part of “SM’s fake couples”! That’s something we’ll never know.

I can see post-canon Yuugi having trouble being alone, honestly. He can handle it, but he probably avoids it as much as he can, especially at first. He might also start listening to music or radio shows a lot to block out the silence.

On some days, though, I’m sure it’s also a relief. Being able to have some actual privacy, to be by yourself when you need to (I’m sure Atem would have popped off to his room if Yuugi needed space, but it’s still different).

Should Atem return in a physical form, they might need to work on boundaries (now that they can actually have them). I feel like there might be a lot of touching, as much out of the desire for physical contact as the need to confirm that the other is really there.

They also might forget that they can’t just phase into each other once or twice, lol. Imagine them trying to do it out of habit. Yuugi needs to go do something by himself, so Atem’s like “ok time to go back- *bumps head into Yuugi’s*.”

You Are Watching: GHOST KING (pt. 24)

“So that can actually happen? A poltergeist can attach itself to a person?” Reyna asked. She was totally baffled by the statement. She knew that poltergeists existed. Of course she did. Her best friend was a ghost hunter and medium for crying out loud. But to know that a poltergeist could attach itself to someone was actually pretty frightening to think of.

Nico nodded as he hugged one of her pillows to his body. “It’s not very common but it does happen. And that seems to be the case this time…”

“Do you have any idea who this poltergeist is and who they are connected too?”

“No. And that’s what annoys me. It could have been anyone at the party. Which means anyone in our school and even people not from our school. There was quite a bit of students from that one high school that’s on the other side of town.”

“So basically we’re still at square one?”

“Basically. We’re kind of at square one point five now that we know the poltergeist isn’t tied to your house nor anyone in the house. It’s not much, but it helps lower down the possibilities.”

“You believe that?”

Nico hugged the pillow tighter to his body and scowled. He squeezed his fingers and released them over and over again. Squeezed until his knuckles turned white and released just to watch them slowly turn red.

“Honestly. I don’t know. I’ve….never dealt with this. I’ve dealt with a lot of shit, but this is a whole new level of shit.”

Reyna patted his shoulder gently before giving it a soft squeeze. They were not touch affectionate with each other and that is why small instances like these, meant the world.

“Well….we’ll deal with it the best we can. How’s…..How are you and Will doing?”

Reyna could immediately see Nico’s mood improve at the mention of the blond. He even have her a small smile.

“We’re good. He’s….he’s great. He texts and calls everyday to make sure I’m okay. And at lunch he brings me healthy shit to snack on. Apparently it’s good for me.”

“Is it good for you, you idiot.”

“Yeah, okay. Anyways….he uh, he’s coming over for dinner at my house on Friday.”

“Please don’t tell me that Persephone is cooking that dinner.”

“Oh god no. Bianca is going to make it. Come on, I don’t want to poison the guy I like.”

“Oh thank goodness.”

The two laughed, glad for the short distraction.

“Yeah…he’s pretty nervous.”

“He should be.”


“What? Even I was nervous the first time I met your dad. He’s kind of intimidating.”

Nico pouted and threw a pillow at her but she expertly dodged it and threw it right back at him. “He’s not that bad.” Nico whined out as he smushed his face into the pillow that he still held captive in his arms.

Reyna was still slightly surprised when Nico showed his selfish side to her, no matter how many times he did it. It just went to show how close they were. People even believed that they were siblings all through middle school. She liked when he whined or complained, it showed his trust in her, and she knew she could always be selfish with him as well.

Reyna’s usual response to his whining had always been sarcasm, so Nico didn’t expect any other kind of response to him defending his dad than a raised a brow and a snort. “Okkayyy. Whatever you say.”

“He’s not. I keep telling Will that but he just rolls his eyes everytime I do.” The Italian muttered with a pout.

“So what does he think of this whole poltergeist situation?”

The dark haired boy bit his lip before frowning at the bed spread. “He’s not happy about it.”

“I don’t think anyone is.”

“I mean he’s not happy about me getting involved.”

“Oh. Well that makes sense.”

“I guess…But…I can’t help but get involved you know? Anyways, I better get home. My dad and I have to Skype the producers over at the Oracle to let them know where I’ll be investigating next.”

“Okay. Text me when you get home. See you tomorrow.”

Nico eventually let go of the pillow and set it on the bed as he got up and stretched. He grabbed his backpack and gave Reyna a quick hug before heading out. On the walk back to his house he couldn’t help but try and remember who was close to the poltergeist at the party. But the faces of everyone just blurred together. There was also the fact that people were running around everywhere trying to get out of the house. And it’s not like anyone had actually caught a good video of what happened. They were too scared…

Maybe Nico should be scared too? But the strange thing is…is that he wasn’t. He was mad. He was mad that all this happened and he couldn’t do anything to help the situation. Poltergeists never listened. They don’t want to listen. They are greedy and angry and they want power. They feed off fear. Much like demons.

But poltergeists can be dealt with a lot easier than demons.

But that would require knowing who the poltergeist is attached to first, which led Nico back to his square one point five.

It didn’t help that the producers over at the Oracle wanted him to do a coverage of the poltergeist for more views. Hades quickly shot that idea down. But there was also his followers on YouTube who wanted him to get involved. It’s not like Nico didn’t want to get involved, he basically was already, but he just didn’t want anyone to catch on to the fact that he was Ghost King, he also didn’t want anyone else to get hurt. There was also the fact that there was no facts that were useful as of that moment. It was frustrating as all hell!

Nico raked a hand through his unruly hair and couldn’t stop the growl that passed his lips. Once he got home he honestly just wanted to sleep and not deal with the producers, and it seemed like his dad could see that because he told Nico that he would deal with them and for Nico to go rest.

The smaller male smiled gratefully before heading up to his room and flopping on his stomach onto the bed. Before sleep could overtake him, he felt his phone vibrate incessantly. He sluggishly grabbed it from his pocket before answering with a muffled, “Yeah?”

“Hey di Angelo, how’s my favorite person doing?”

Nico smiled sleepily as he rolled over to his back so his voice wasn’t muffled by his pillows.

“Hey Solace. I’m okay. Sleepy.”

“Aren’t you always?”

“Shut up. So what’s up with you? How are you doing?”

“I’m good. A little annoyed…”


“Yeah. People keep complaining about, well, you. Well I mean, Ghost King, but same difference.”

“Is it because I’m not doing the poltergeist thing?”


“I figured. Believe me I’m getting called a lot of names in the comment section and on Twitter.”

“But why? I just don’t understand why you are getting the back lash. You didn’t hurt that Ethan guy, the poltergeist did!”

Nico could hear Will’s frustration, could practically taste it.

“They want – no – they NEED someone to blame. They wanted me to help with this, for now, hopeless case. But I can’t help them. Not just for personal reasons but because this poltergeist isn’t connected to a house.”

“Wait…..what? What do you mean it’s not connected to a house? Aren’t they supposed to be connected to a house?”

“Mostly they are, but this one, I believe anyways, is connected to a person. I’ve been to Reyna’s house more times than I can count, I’ve never sensed anything like a poltergeist before. And yes poltergeists can show up seemingly out of random, but they would remain in the house after manifesting. They might not even be as pronounced but their energy would still be there.”

“So….this one is connected to someone? Someone we know?”

“I don’t know.”

“So someone from the party?”


“Do you know who?”

“No. God I wish I did. That would make this a whole lot easier.”

“I’m sorry that you’re dealing with all this. I don’t like that you are getting involved but-”

“I know. You’ve said that about a hundred times already.”

“BUT, just know that I’ll help in anyway I can.”

“Thanks sunshine.” Nico whispered, his cheeks warmer than before.

“No need to thank me Angel. It’s my pleasure. But enough about that whole mess. Tell me more of what I can expect on Friday.”

And Nico happily did so until he fell asleep with his phone in his hand and a soft smile on his face.






The boy clutched at his hair, the voice was back. It was back and louder than before. As it began to throw things around his room he grit his teeth and shut his eyes tightly.

He didn’t want this. He didn’t ask for this.

……okay that was a lie. But he didn’t think it would actually work!

He should have listened to what people say about Ouija boards. He thought it was all a bunch of bologna. Until now that is.

Finally, the yelling and the flying objects stopped. It was a nice silence.

But he knew it was just the calm before the storm.

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Let Me In, Chapter 3

“Can’t sleep?” Even murmured.

Isak let out a little laugh. “No,” he said quietly.

Even simply nodded. They were quiet for a while, and Isak wasn’t sure how it had happened, but they were sitting a lot closer to each other now. Knees touching, hands millimetres away from one another. Isak sighed, taking his hand away and running it through his hair, just to get rid of the temptation to link their fingers together.

“Even,” he began, and Even’s eyes shot to Isak’s when he said his name.


Isak swallowed. “I – what are you doing here?”

Read it on Ao3!

Dating Keanu Reeves Would Include

*A/N: This is my first time doing something like this so please cut me some slack if this is horrible :)*

- Him trying to convince you to ride on the back of his motorcycle

- Kisses before either of you leave the house

- Kisses when you get back to the house

- Just lots of kisses really

- Making breakfast together whenever he gets a day off

- Dancing in the kitchen which turns into a make out session and burning the pancakes 

- LOTS of showing off

- “hey babe watch this”

- Skype sessions while he’s off filming or doing promos for his newest movie


- Late night intellectual conversations when neither of you can sleep

- Telling each other stories from your childhood

- Catching him staring at you ALL THE TIME

- “sweetheart please stop touching my hair”


- Him being protective over you

- Always making sure you have enough to eat/drink throughout the day

- Making you walk on the inside of the sidewalk away from the street

- Opening doors for you

- Literally just Keanu being the perfect gentleman he is

- Having the perfect relationship that everyone is jealous of

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm glad to see that the ask box is open ^-^ If it's not much of a bother, could I request some fluffy headcanons about Soma, Snake and Wolfram cuddling with their partners? Thanks for your time and hard work, please, keep it up :3

Welcome aboard, Wolfram (≖ᴗ≖๑)

Prince Soma:

  • His cuddles will always come unexpected, surprising you everytime with how enthusiastically he can be around you. Sometimes it may be even creeping you out, the way he can sneak to you so quietly and suddenly hold you tight in an embrace saying adorable things like ‘hello, sunshine!’.
  • Soma will love cuddling with you more than you could imagine and he will make sure that you are aware of that. There won’t be a single activity where he wouldn’t want to be close to you, to hold your hand at least and feel your presence near himself. It will be important for him to know that you are here and deep in heart he will be very thankful for your patience.
  • His absolutely favourite place and time for cuddling will be lazy mornings before you go out of bed. It can end up with some tickles and even pillow fights but for sure there will be a lot of laughing and cheering you up for the rest of the day.


  • Snake will be too embarrassed of his own appearance and presence even if you will be in relationship for some time, that is why the most visible way of showing affection and giving you hints that he wants to touch you will be tiny caressing of your hand with his fingers when you will be somewhere near each other. If you will let him do this and pretend to not notice it, he will gather some confidence and gently grab your hand.
  • While spending time together, cuddling wherever you are, Snake will be blushing furiously all the time. He won’t even try to hide it, aware that he will eventually fail so he will just try to focus on enjoying the situation and to not analyze it too much.
  • You should be aware that sometimes you will find Donne being a company for you two when cuddling, his cold scales quite unpleasant especially if you won’t be expecting him but you will have to forgive Snake accidents like those, they all will be caused because of Donne’s naturial curiosity. Or at least that is what Snake will say, trying to explain his insecurity at the mere thought of spending time with you alone, prefering to make you feel shocked by something else than his body.


  • His embraces will always be very protective yet gentle, as if he was afraid that he may unintentionally hurt you but still didn’t want to let you go. Wolfram is not the type who would often initiate any kind of affection, especially those which make him look so vulnerable and harmless, openly having the most important person in his life in the arms.
  • A cuddling time with you will always be a sancity, the moment when nobody should interrupt or else they may receive a death glare from him. He will probably feel a little bit embarassed if caught in such situation but his superior attitude will succesfully prevent any comments he could eventually receive after that.
  • After getting used to some cuddling with you from time to time, Wolfram will become a little bit more clingy with you than usually, willing to touch you slightly at the tiny hair on the nape, to caress your arm when you will be passing by, to steal a kiss from you when you were not expecting it.
First Comes Love (Peter Parker x Reader)

Hi guys! So, I must say this was a really fun one to write, but it took forever (It’s over 20,000 words!). Thank you @agentkenziecaptainamerica for requesting this, and I truly hope you enjoy it!  As a side note, though, I’m not much of a flirt, so I haven’t a clue about whether or not this is a good example of it… I’m sorry, love! Anyhow, requests are open and feedback and such are very much welcomed. :) Enjoy Munchkins!

Your heart was pounding, excitement coursing through your veins as you followed the lanky brunette–Peter Parker–to his apartment. Even a few steps behind, you could feel his nervousness, but that didn’t hinder the feeling of wonder radiating from your pores.

The streets of Queens were absolutely incredible.

You had only moved to New York from Oregon a few weeks ago, but that didn’t allow you enough time to get a proper look around. Not when your parents were overprotective, and shuddered in fear at the idea of you walking to the opposite end of a convenient store by yourself. At the age of sixteen.

“Um, this is my building,” Peter mumbled, loud enough to be heard over the incessant honking of traffic but quiet enough to still be considered shy.

You smile kindly at him, fully taking in the sight of his apartment complex. Tall, worn, and aged, like it had a history to it. Your smile grew wider.

Looking back at Peter, you nodded excitedly.

“Let’s go!”


The first thing you took note of as you entered Peter’s apartment was that it was cozy. Small, sure, but it only added to the homey feel as you noticed the rundown couch, old carpet, slightly peeled wallpaper, the bright kitchen. All of it differed from your pristinely white and cream accented house. Whereas yours was always clean, the Parker residence was a mess but not horribly so. It just felt more…lived in. And you loved it!

You couldn’t hold back the slight hop in your step as you walked further into the cozy living room.

“Uh, sorry it’s kind of small–” Peter mumbled, glancing at you as he rushed to kick what appeared to be the sleeve of a red and blue long sleeve further into his room from under the door.

“No, no!” You interrupt, a smile gracing itself onto your lips at his adorableness. “This is perfect. Thank you, Peter.”

He blinked at you, his brown eyes looking doe-like.

“You…you know my name…?” He questions, genuine confusion fogging his gaze.

At his words, your eyebrows furrow.

“Of course I know you’re name. We’ve had four classes together for the past couple of weeks,” you answer, concerned as to why he would doubt you knew his name.

He suddenly stumbled on his words as he took in the slight hurt adorning your face.

“W–well, I just meant, because…because, you know, you’re popular. And I’m not.”

At his words, your eyebrows raise in shock.

“Popular?” You gasp. “How can I be popular when I’ve only been at Midtown High for a few weeks? This isn’t a movie, Peter.”

For the first time since you had met Peter, he showed a sign of confidence in the form of a scoff.

“They got one look at you and gave you the lead role in the school play. You’re a sophomore. Only seniors get lead roles because they’ve ‘matured’ into good looks.”

You blushed, countering, “I just act really well.”

“Soccer tryouts happened a month and a half ago, the second game is next week, and they still let you on the team. That hasn’t happened since 1995.”

“Maybe they just needed a goalie?”

At your words, he gave you a flat look.

“On varsity?”

“Is it so hard to believe that I’m good at soccer and acting?”

“Care to explain the nomination for Ice Queen at the December Snow Ball? That’s literally a popularity contest,” he inquires, finally walking fully into the living room and clearing the coffee table.

You opened your mouth to answer, but upon realizing he was right, you quickly shut it, biting your lip in embarrassment.

Seeing your sudden change in demeanor, Peter’s eye widen in surprise as if just noticing the bite in his tone.

“No, (Y/N)! I don’t mean it in a bad way!” He rushes, a nervous manner washing over him once again. “I just meant that you’re really popular, and so I didn’t think you’d be focused on anyone outside of the people trying to get your attention.”

You paused, setting your backpack on the worn out couch. His words rang in your head, a thought nestling into your mind as the echo continued.

“Are the popular people at school really that shallow?”

He suddenly looked uncomfortable, his hand running through his hair quickly as he sat on the seat across from you.

“I mean, not all of them. But… Most of them,” he mumbles, eyes dipping down towards his shoes.

“Huh,” you coo softly, your gaze fogging up for a few seconds as you think.

Just as quickly as they had hazed over, the sharpness of your gaze returned and you gave Peter a gentle smile.

“So, where is everyone? Your parents, I mean,” you muse, looking around in anticipation.

When you looked back, Peter was shrugging.

“I actually live with my aunt, but she’s out of town right now for work,” he explained.

You simply nod, ignoring your confusion and desire to intrude on his personal life.

“Okay, cool. You ready to start?”

He seemed relieved, and he quickly nodded.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.”


Within four and a half long, grueling hours, your finished project lay on the coffee table between you. It was just about twenty-nine pages long, front and back, and you never in your wildest dreams believed you could ever write so many pages in such a short time period. That is, until you began writing with Peter.

“I can’t believe we finished that so quickly,” Peter mused from his spot on the other side of the coffee table, flicking one of the many crumbled up pieces of paper to the side.

You chuckled from where you laid flat on your back. “I know. It usually takes me days to even get five pages, but you’re really fun to write with. That probably helped.”

Turning your head to match Peter’s gaze, you watch as he nods slowly.

“You have quite the imagination,” he mutters after a few moments of silence.

At his words, you push yourself up from your laying position and adjust to criss-cross your legs.

“Is that a bad thing?” you counter, a smirk playing on your once innocently grinning lips.

Peter laughed. “No. I was just surprised. Who knew Ms. Goody Two-Shoes could come up with such a dark story. I think Mrs. Wilder might report us for how intense you got.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Oh please! You act like it’s the first time you’ve heard of a girl and her friends running off to fight monsters. That’s practically what the Avengers do all the time.”

“I’m pretty sure they all end up living in the end,” Peter corrects, raising an eyebrow as if to see if you’d challenge his words.

“Touche,” you say, amusement coating your tone.

The pair of you sat in silence again, peacefully taking in the atmosphere until Peter spoke up.

“You know, you remind me a lot of Gracie,” he concluded, referring to a character in the short story you had been assigned to co-author with each other.

You cringed slightly, looking away from Peter’s heavy gaze.

Gracie was the character you had expected to be compared to. She was kind and quiet and understanding and beautiful. Just what everyone expected out of you. You were meant to be the girl people went to for advice and kind words and a listening ear. You were meant to stand on the sidelines and look pretty, so everyone knew who they strived to be. But you didn’t want to be Gracie.

You wanted to be Kodie. The girl who took risks and didn’t hold her tongue and lived life and wasn’t expected to always look put together or pretty. She was meant to be wild and adventurous. She was meant to be who people went to for a good time and honesty and the appreciation of life.

Gracie was the girl people expected to be the main character, but Kodie was the one who turned out to be the actual main character. You didn’t want to be the one people expected to be important, you actually wanted to be important.

Sighing, you explained this to Peter, not quite sure why you felt like you could already open up to him.

For a few moments, Peter remained silent, and then suddenly, he was laughing. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” You pout.

Peter laughed again, looking at you apologetically  

“It’s just… You’re too sweet to be Kodie. You’re definitely Gracie,” Peter explained, reaching out to grab a grape from a bowl of fruit sitting next to the finished assignment.

Your jaw dropped slightly. You couldn’t explain how offended you were by his accusation, though you didn’t feel as bad as you expected. Opening your mouth to oppose, an idea suddenly comes to mind.

Peter immediately picks up on the shift in your demeanor.

“Really now?” You coo, sitting up straighter as a suggestive smirk occupies your lips. “I like to think I have a naughty side….”

Confusion washes over Peter’s face. Before he can question the sensual tone of your voice, though, you’re grabbing the grape from his hand, and popping it into your mouth, licking your lips slowly.

“Do you know who you remind me of?” You hum, reaching for another grape and biting off one half with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Peter gulped nervously. “W-who?”

Your heavy gaze leaves him for a moment to focus on your grape, your tone of voice slowly becoming more and more sensual with each word you spoke.

“Hanson,” you answer, the smirk growing larger as you fought the urge to look at him again. “Because you have a subtle charm. You’re shy and reserved, but under the right circumstances, you can let go. You can be confident. Kind. Reliable.”

You paused.

“Handsome…,” You finally added almost as an afterthought, eyeing Peter up and down to the point of him turning bright red. “Definitely handsome. And I bet you have an action side as well. You like a challenge, I can see that in the way you keep pining after that girl. Liz, was it?”

He didn’t need to speak. The choking sound that came from his throat as he tried to swallow a strawberry gave it all away.

“You know, you have great taste in women, she’s absolutely lovely. Way out of your league, unfortunately, but lovely,” you coo teasingly, your eyes half-lidded with a sultry look dancing behind them.

Peter seemed to recover from his fit, allowing him to look at you with full offense.

“Out of my league? Well then, tell me (Y/N), who is in my league?” He challenged, sincere frustration coating his tone, leaning forward in anticipation for your answer.

You smirked as you leaned closer as well, your noses only centimeters away from each other.

“Me,” you answer, your smirk slowly growing larger.

For a few seconds, Peter could only look at you, eyes wide in shock and his mouth slightly agape as he took in your words. You couldn’t help but find it utterly adorable though you continued to smirk as you channeled your inner Kodie. It was definitely liberating to be the kind of person you never really got to be but desperately strived to work towards.

Finally, Peter spoke.

“Maybe you are like Kodie…,” He mumbled, voice soft from thought.

You started to giggle, your kind smile working its way back onto you lips before you both were cut off by a shrill ringing sound. You winced immediately, turning to your phone to read over the name of the caller.


Your face fell at the word glowing back at you, but as you pressed the phone gently to your cheek, you force out a perky tone.

“Hi, Daddy!”

Peter immediately quieted down at the shift in your voice, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion.

“(Y/N)?! Oh thank god! Where are you? It’s nearly 9 o'clock, darling,” your father cooed, worry coating his words.

Had anyone beside your father (or mother) had that tone of voice, you would have been horribly worried. He sounded absolutely petrified, after all. But it was your father, so you knew better than to start to panic.

“I told you, I was at a friend’s house working on a really important English project. It’s 30% of our overall grade,” you coo, hoping that speaking of your grades will soften your father’s overprotective nature.

“Oh, yes. You did say that, didn’t you?”

You sighed, relief washing over you as your father seemed to approve of you answer. The relief didn’t last, however, when he started speaking again.

“Um, who is this friend of yours? Do I know them?” He questioned, suspicion in his voice.

Your face fell again, but before you could stop yourself, you were already speaking up.


“Peter? As in, a boy? You’re at a boy’s house right now?! A-and who else is there, (Y/N)–” He began ranting, his voice significantly growing more frantic.

You recovered quickly, forcing a calmness to your tone

“Patricia Peter, Daddy. She just goes by her last name because she’s on the soccer team, and there are a few Patricias on the team,” you explain, wanting to do a little happy dance for how convincing you sounded. You settled for a genuine smile.

“P…Patricia Peter, you say? On the team? Oh…,” He hummed, seeming to try to calm himself from what you could tell from over the phone. “Well then, when will you be home? It’s getting very late, darling.”

“Home?” You inquire, the frown finding its way back onto your lips. “Daddy, don’t you think it’s a little too late for me to walk home? There could be–”

“I’ll send a car!” He rushed to say, as if that would solve everything.

“Is something wrong, Father?”

“Yes, you aren’t home where I can keep you safe and look after my little girl,” he crooned, clear displeasure in his words.

“Has there been an attack? Are there monsters preying only on 16 year-end girls with glowing purple eyes and wings as large as cars? Do the Avengers need to show up?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow when you saw Peter’s shoulders tense at your words.

“No… But–”

“Then I should be just as safe at home as I am here. I’ll just sleep over one night, okay? I’ll text you when I’m about to go to bed and when I wake up and when I get to school, too, okay? Please?” You urge, your voice conveying innocence as you hoped, prayed, it would be enough to let your father loosen up.

For a few moments, he didn’t say a word, but when you heard his soft sigh, you knew you had won.

“Yes, darling. But only for tonight! Am I understood?”

You practically squealed with excitement.

“Yes, Daddy! I’ll see you tomorrow after school. I love you!”

And with that, you hung up the phone, releasing a loud breath of relief.

“Patricia Peter, eh?”

You jumped, finally remembering that Peter was in the room with you. Turning to look at him, you scoffed at the look of satisfaction on his face.

“Oh, but she goes by her last name, right? Peter? Because of soccer and all. Well, she must be really popular if she’s hanging out with you,” Peter teased. “Tell me, what’s she like? I bet she’s a total goofball. But still really cool. Is she pretty? She must be really pretty, right?”

You chuckled, deciding to play along.

“I wouldn’t say goofball so much as annoying. And she isn’t that cool. Moreso a dork than anything,” you say, hiding your joking demeanor behind a straight face, only smirking as you begin to speak again. “But I suppose you could say pretty. Actually, no, she isn’t pretty at all.”

Peter had stood to dispose of the trash littering the floor, but as he did so, a comical pout had made its way onto his lips. Seeing this, you smirked larger and stood to your feet.

Humming quietly, you worked your way behind him, picking up a few spare pieces of crumbled paper on the way. As he chuckled and continued to pick up trash, you waited for him to straighten up before standing on your toes and hovering your lips over his ear.

“If I had to be honest, I’d say Peter was quite gorgeous,” you whisper gently, watching as Peter tensed as your breath hit his ear softly.

Smirking, you walk away to throw the trash in your hands away only to laugh at the sight you received upon your return.

Peter’s mouth hung open slightly and his entire face and neck were a bright red. His left eye twitched slightly, and his eyebrows where drawn together in utter surprise. He seemed frozen, and it only added to the humor of the situation.

Finally, he seemed to snap out of his daze.

“You know,” he muttered, a frown tainting his features. “You play dirty. I can’t believe I thought you were Gracie….”

You laugh again.

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re the first person I’ve ever shown that side of me to,” you appease, a soft frown on your lips. “Everyone else expects perfection, but… I don’t want to be perfect, you know? I just want to relax and have fun and not feel like I’m letting anyone down if I decide not to do something for once…. When I’m with you, I don’t feel like that….”

Your frown deepened at the thought as a long pause of silence followed your words. It was weird to think of something at such an extent. You had only officially known him for a few hours after all. Who knew how he was going to take something like this.

“I can’t tell if you’re pulling another pick-up line on me or if you just pulled us back down to reality,” Peter suddenly said, a look of seriousness on his face, but despite that, you could still hear the humourous undertone in his words.

So you laughed.

“I’m definitely hitting on you,” you chuckle, your frown melting away. “I mean, who could resist Patricia Peter, am I right?”

Peter laughed along.

“Definitely,” he grins, lessening in size slowly but not in warmth. “Do you need something to wear, by the way? To sleep in, I mean.”

You hum a soft yes.

“That would be great, thank you.”

With a light nod, Peter vanishes into his room for all of ten seconds before emerging with a worn out Daily Bugle shirt, and after running into another room, a pair of gray shorts.

“I don’t wear the shirt anymore, so it shouldn’t feel all weird, and the shorts are my aunt’s, but she shouldn’t mind,” Peter explained as he handed you the clothes.

Nodding in appreciation, you quickly go to the bathroom to change.

After a few minutes, you come out to see Peter in pajamas of his own, the living room free of trash from the project and snacks, and the TV flashing reruns of old cartoons.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Peter turns slowly to look you over, a smirk forming on his face.

“Well, hello there.”

You laugh.

“Look who’s hitting on who, now!” You tease, plopping on the couch next to him.

Turning to look at the TV again, he mutters with a chuckle-filled lilt, “Yeah, well, it isn’t every day the prettiest girl in school is wearing my clothes.”

Shocked, you turn to look at Peter, noting the heavy blush occupying his cheeks and neck. You really admired his ability to sound confident in his words even if he was completely embarrassed by them. It caused you to smile gently, looking back at the TV.

“So, what else is on?” You question, smiling bigger when you see Peter look at you with relief from the corner of your eye.

“Well, there’s Tom and Jerry…”


You don’t know what when you’d fallen asleep, but you knew you had to have seeing as an incessant shouting was waking you up.

“Peter? I’m back! I know it’s late, but I just thought you should know I made it back early! I missed you so much, kid! I even brought–”

And suddenly the shouting stopped. Scrunching your eyebrows in confusion and shutting your eyes tighter to refuse light from your lidded gaze, you cuddle deeper into your pillow, glad for the silence. Or so you thought.

“Peter!” Someone suddenly hissed quietly. From what you could tell, it was a woman speaking. “Peter! Wake up, damnit! Peter!”

Peter? Who’s Peter?, your groggy mind questioned.

There was a low groan, and then you were abruptly being shifted. Refusing to move, you held on tighter to the cushion beneath you.

“Huh. Oh, Aunt May, you’re home,” a tired voice slurred. That was definitely a guy. “That’s nice, well, good night.”

“Peter! Oh no, you don’t!” You felt the wind of something flying past your head and then a startled wince. “Explain to me who this is! Since when do you cuddle with girls?”

“What are you…oh.”

“ 'Oh’, he says,” someone mutters sarcastically. “Well? Who is she? Is she your girlfriend?! Aw, she’s so cute!”

“Aunt May! C'mon, be quiet, she’s sleeping,” the guy said, his voice suddenly sounding familiar. “You’ll meet her in the morning.”

The woman let out a soft whine. “But I want to meet her now! Can I at least know her name? Please?”

The boy groaned, and as if on cue, something warm caressed your cheek. Letting out a breathy sigh, your head subconsciously followed its subtle heat. Suddenly a gasp and then a quiet coo.

“Aww! She’s so cute! What’s her name, Peter? C'mon, tell me!”

“It’s (Y/N), now will you be quiet? You might wake her,” the boy hummed, softness laced in his words.

“Ooooh, does little Petey like (Y/N)? That’s so cute!”

“Aunt May!”

“Oh, hush. It’s obvious by the way you’re holding her, you big doof!” The woman chastised jokingly.

“I–you–if I–ugh, would you just go to bed? And turn the lights off on your way!” The boy rushed, frustration radiating off of his words.

“Oh, sure!” The woman cooed, silence following her as the surrounding area darkened further from what you could see from behind your eyelids. And then…

“(Y/N) and Peter sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N–”

“Aunt May!”

The woman laughed before the sound of a door clicking shut left the rest of the room silent, and for a while, you laid in it, only thinking. And you realized that while you didn’t know why exactly, you sure did like the way that little rhyme had sounded.

Apparently, so had the boy, because as you finally drifted off back to sleep, his final words, set in whispers, serenaded you and, what you could only assume were hands, leaving soft caresses to match.

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage…”

anonymous asked:

Please help meee I want to get my gf into yoonmin because she doesnt like it ;-; what shall i show her/give her to read that will drag her in?

i’m not sure, this all depends on how her interest changes as you try to get her into them but i guess you could start with smaller and cuter moments like old bangtan bombs where yoongi and jimin tease/touch each other a lot,,,, with ym in particular a lot of people change their minds nowadays when they see how they were predebut,,, once she starts to find the dynamic cute then show her some good fics, maybe start with the canon-compliant ones before you try the fandom classics,,,, if she really dislikes ym then you have to go in early with the you know/i know and secret dates and subtle touches as opposed to saving it for later lmao djksnkjd maybe see what she like about her own otp and show her that in ym?? not in a comparative way but e.g if she likes seeing her otp teasing each other / being soft / taking care of each other then show her ym doing that too,,, if all else fails then i guess you can’t force her but !! good luck anon ✨

Based on 'We Are'

Your P.O.V

Lately, it felt like the whole world was against your relationship with Justin. Everyone made jokes, every spoke their true opinion and it was getting to you. You felt as you couldn’t be yourself because people would judge you. It was becoming exhausting.

Sitting with Justin’s friends, you stayed quiet, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

“You okay?” He whispered in your ear as you were leaned into his side, his hand resting on your thigh innocently.

"Hm? Yeah, I’m okay.” You sent him a weak smile in reassurance when all you wanted to do was leave.

"Are you sure? You’re quiet.” He pouted slightly, taking a hold of your hand and kissing it.

"I’ve just got a headache, that’s all.” You pecked his cheek sweetly, letting him know you were grateful for him showing concern.

"You guys don’t stop touching each other, do you? Jesus, it’s not just you in the room, you know.” One of his female friends joked with a tight, annoyed tone.

A lot of his girl friends had flirted with him whilst you were stood right next to him, and he didn’t seem to realise the meaning of their actions. They’d constantly be by his side, touching his waist and his shoulder with you right in the room. It frustrated you that he didn’t see it.

"Come find me when you’re tired of school, I’ll show you how to graduate.” One of the girls joked and laughed, sending Justin a wink and smirking at me in the process.

"I’ve gotta go.” You rushed to stand up, and head upstairs to the room you shared with Justin.

It wasn’t long before Justin was coming up to see what was wrong.

"Babe, why’d you leave so suddenly?” Justin asked, clearly dumbfounded.

"Oh my god, Justin! Can’t you see it?!” You shouted in frustration, finally ready to let the built up energy and feelings out.

“See what?” He walked closer to you, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.

“You can’t tell me you don’t see what they’re doing; they’re constantly flirting with you, touching you, hinting things towards you. I can tell they’re trying to break us up, they don’t like me and they want you. It both scares me and annoys me that you don’t seem phased by it.” You ranted towards him, quietening down and losing the strength to shout towards the end.

He walked towards you and pulled you even closer to him.

”[Y/N], I see it all. The reason I don’t seem phased is because I’m not, I don’t want them. You don’t have to question my love for you, I don’t want to lose what we have and what we are just because of them. I know who those kind of people are, they won’t be happy until they break us up. But what we have is too strong for them and you know it, they’ve never had the trust we have for each other and they see what we’ve got and they want it, they want to be a part of something like what we have.” He spoke so honestly as he looked down at you.

“I love you.” You spoke, not knowing what else to say.

“I love you, too. Now, let’s go down there and show them we refuse to let them take away what we are.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room.

I’ve been thinking about this scene a lot: 

Originally posted by graveyard-whistler

 and it had me thinking… what was the rest of their bodies doing? I’m pretty sure they were actually laying down, and not just standing next to each other with a rotated screen… so, obviously link wasn’t laying perfectly on top of rhett, that would be uncomfortable and Link most likely would’ve fallen off. so the only thing other than that was Link was straddling him. he must’ve had his legs… around…rhett’s….waist….. and they were close I’m talking CLOSE. touching. probably a little rubbing… i mean, it was either that OR Link rested one/both of his legs between rhett’s… either one is good with me