this came out nice i guess

Paper Hearts Finale

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 6.4k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Hockey Pucks | Jungkook (m)

Prompt: Um, Jungkook is a hockey player, but basically what happened was that it had very little to do with hockey and very much to do with sex. You’re both college students and apparently opposites really do attract just like they do in the movies.

Warnings: (18+) use of marijuana, smut (lmao what’s new), and an accidental mommy kink

Word Count: 8.4k

A/N: Yo, this spiraled very quickly and turned into a monster long fic. ANYWAy thanks 4 readin. No excuses or regerts…

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this came out too yellow-ish which wasn’t what I was going for ugh

this is my weekly spread for the week! I’m not that proud of it tbh but it still came out nice I guess. Again, I can’t decide which member so I chose an ot7 photo 🙈

from my studygram || 21st Century Girl artwork by @prkjimi it was too beautiful ohmy credits to the creator

so today I had a call for a patient having an asthma attack. me and my partner go, and we’re treating the patient, and her fiancee shows up with her daughter, who had a tooth pulled that morning and isn’t in school. we take the patient to the clinic and I sit out in the hallway with the daughter, who was a bit scared cause her mom wasn’t well. we start talking, about her brothers and her school and her pets and video games and her favourite ice cream that she gets to eat all day because of her tooth. she asked what I was studying, and I told her, and we talked about what I did volunteering as a first responder.

then she says ‘I have autism’
and I look at her and say ‘guess what? I have autism too.’
and she was so excited. we high fived. I told her it was nice to meet another girl with autism, because it was mostly boys.
she asked if I had sensitive hearing too. then when her mom came out, attack over thanks to the medication, she told her mom.

then afterwards she told me it was nice to meet me and she gave me a hug. it was great. I’m still so happy. I’m happy that I got to meet that young girl who probably doesn’t know any other autistic women, who probably won’t meet many more. I’m happy that I was able to distract her from worrying about her mom. I’m happy that she gets to see me, going to school and helping people and generally being successful and also autistic. I’m glad that I was able to share that with her, that I wasn’t afraid of other people finding out or realizing that I’m autistic and it’s okay. I’m glad she knows it’s okay too, to be autistic, and to be proud of being autistic.

Strictly Professional

Summary: You recognized the problematic customers the second you saw them. Lin, however, took the cake with being the most memorable client you’ve ever had. (TattooArtist!Reader)

Paring: Lin x reader

Words: 4,428

A/N:Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for being awesome and giving me tips for certain parts of the story (you’re the queen of dialogue)! Also, thank you to @how-could-i-do-this for proofreading (I’m glad i’m getting better at not switching tenses lol). I wrote this in celebration of my first tattoo lol! Thanks for reading!

Edit: @whenthingsgettoughdontpushmeaway - I remember you asking to be tagged when I posted. @buckybarneshairpullingkink - You already read it, but I didn’t forget (well, I did, but ya know lol)

“Is that him?” you mumbled to your coworker Liz as you emerged from your room to the front desk, watching the man that paced back and forth in front of the parlor.

You could always spot the first-timers the instant you looked at them. You could sense the excitement and nervousness rolling off them in waves, their bodies tense from the anticipation of the ink that would soon permanently mark their skin.

But him?

It was more like a tsunami of emotions, crashing and tumbling over his body as he questioned his decision to get a tattoo. You felt it before you even stepped foot into the same room as him.

“It’s so unfair that you always get the cute ones,” Liz whispered as she handed you his paperwork. She had an appointment in ten minutes, and with the piece being a fairly large and intricate one, she passed him off to you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring her comment and scanned his papers, noting his name and birthdate. “Lin?” you called.

He spun on his heel at his name, his swift steps having him in front of the desk within seconds. “Hi, yes, that’s me,” he answered quickly.

You inwardly sighed, knowing exactly what kind of patron he was going to be: the spazz that spoke too much, asked too many questions, and would hold his breath until he turned blue. “My name is Y/N and I’ll be with you today. What kind of tattoo would you like Lin?” you asked, watching as he nervously drummed his fingers against the counter.

His eyes widened, looking at you disbelievingly. “You’re the one giving me the tattoo?”

The neck cramp that you got when you handled frustrating customers reared its ugly head. “Yes. This is a fairly small tattoo shop and you just happened to come in last minute, without an appointment…” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes and challenging him to say anything further.

“I didn’t expect someone that looked like you to give me a tattoo. I’ve always pictured a big, burly man and not a beautiful woman that…” Lin trailed off, sighing when he realized what an ass he must have sounded, “I’m just going to shut up now. Sorry.”

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Imagine meeting Chris at an airport.

A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️

Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.

“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”

Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.

“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.

“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”

Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.

“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.

“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.

“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”

“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.

“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”

“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”

“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”

“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”

“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”

“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.

“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”

“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”

“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (1) - Jughead!Imagine

[A/N: Okay so this is technically an imagine but I don’t like using (Y/N) to substitute the readers name so I gave the imagine character the name Mona, substitute with your name if you please or read her as an OC! Also if you want to get the vibe of this fic then listen to Fall Out Boy song of the same title as this fic, maybe you’ll be able to see where this is going or maybe you wont! Either way I hope you enjoy!] (Oh and as always if you notice any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes send me a message and let me know so I can fix them, I read over my work but I always end up missing stuff!)

Word Count: 2221 

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Zach Dempsey x Reader: Babysitter

A/N: I hope you like this imagine I will be uploading more imagines today and I am working on the third part of Million Reasons. Also all of the imagines I have been posting have been from the prompt list.

Today you had to go and babysit Zach Dempsey’s little sister. You didn’t rally understand why because Zach is old enough to take care of his little sister but you still had to do it. You didn’t really have a problem with it it meant you got some money and you loved Zach’s little sister. Lucky for you you and Zach were sort of friends. That meant that you two said hello to each other in the hallway and were nice to each other. You were putting away some books in your locker and saw Zach standing with some of his jock friends on the other side.

“Guys I’ll be seeing you tonight Dempsey.” You said walking past him.

“Wait what do you mean?” He asked confused looking at you.

“I’m babysitting your sister tonight.” You said with a smile.

“Why? I can take care of her.” He said.

“Don’t know why don’t you ask your mom.” You said with a little laugh as you turned around and walked away out of school.

After a few hours you went over to Zach’s house and knocked on the door

“Oh hello Y/N, come in.” Mrs. Dempsey said with a smile as she let you in her house.

“Hello Mrs. Dempsey.” You said with a smile as you walked inside.

“How are you? Thank you again for wanting to babysit.” She said as she led you into the living room where Zach’s sister was.

“I’m great thanks for asking. And no problem. Can I just ask why I mean Zach is the same age as me can’t he take care of her?” You asked looking at her.

“He can but he is always out with his friends for a long time and I can’t leave her here alone.” She said taking her coat and purse.

“Oh okay I understand.” You said with a smile.

“Okay so we will be back around 11pm. Zach will probably be home in a few hours. If you need anything just let me know I will have my phone on at all times.” She said as she walked with her husband to the front door.

You nodded and smiled at them.

“Okay don’t worry your little girl is safe with me.” You said with a smile.

They smiled at you and walked out. You walked back into the living room and went to sit next to her.

“So what do you want to do?” You asked looking at her.

“I just wanna watch a movie. If that is okay.” She said with a smile.

“Yes of course honey.” You said as you stood up and put in a movie.

After a few hours the front door opened and Zach walked inside.

“Zachhhhhhhh.”His sister yelled as she ran up to him to hug.

“Hey cutie.” He said as he bent down and picker her up in a hug.

“You having fun with Y/N?” He asked as he carried her back to the couch holding her with one arm.

“Yeah she’s awesome.” She said with a smile.

“Hey Zach.” You said as you stood up and smiled at him.

“Hey Y/N. You look cute.”He said with a wink as he walked to the kitchen.

You looked confused at his compliment ans just sat down again. Zach came back into the living room and came to sit next to you.

“Hey Stacy is it okay if I talk to the babysitter for a second?” Zach asked his little sister.

“No not at all.” She said with a smile.

She walked up to Zach and leaned up.

“She’s really pretty you should ask her out.” She whispered in his ear.

“I know.” He said with a smile.

She smiled at him and walked away with a wink.

“So uhh Y/N. You look really nice you know. My sister seems to like you a lot.” He said with a smile.

“Thanks I guess and yeah I know she’s a cutie.” You said with a smile.

“She also thinks you’re really pretty.” He said.

“She does?” You asked confused.

“Yeah she does and she’s right.” He said as he put a piece if your hair behind your ear.

“Okay Zach what are you doing?” You asked as you moved away from him a bit.

“What do you mean?” He asked confused.

“You’re complimenting me and telling me I’m pretty.” You said crossing your arms.

“Yeah so can’t I say the truth.” He said with a smirk.

“See again why are you being so weird you have never said stuff like that to me.” You said looking at him weirdly.

“Don’t you fucking get it? I love you!” He yelled a little looking at you.

“You what!?” You asked shocked.

“I love you okay. I’ve liked you for a while and a few days ago I realized that I love you and I’ve been dropping hints ever since but you don’t seem to notice them.” He said looking at you.

“Zach…” You said looking at him.

“Look I know that it might be weird that I say that I love when we haven’t even dated yet and we aren’t even good friends but it’s just true. And I don’t expect you to say you love me too. I just wanted to tell you.” He said as he took your hands.

“Zach I love you too.” You said with a smile.

“Wait really!?” He asked excited.

“Yeah I do.” You said with a huge smile.

He leaned in and connected your lips. You put your hands in his hair and he put his on your waist. He pushed you down a little so that you were laying down on the couch with him hovering over you. You tugged a little at a piece of his hair and he let out a small moan and you smiled into the kiss. He pulled back because both of you needed some air and the two of you smiled at each other.

“So I guess we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah we are.” You said smiling at him.

“Well this is awkward.” Stacy said as she stood at the side of the couch.

You and Zach looked at each other and bursted out laughing.

“I think you have hogged Y/N enough Zach.” She said as she walked over to you and pushed Zach away from you.

“Go ahead and take her Stace I’ll have other times that I can hog her.” He said smirking at you.

You smiled at him and took Stacy’s hand as she pulled you upstairs to her room.

Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 

“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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Meet and Greet

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request(s): May I please ask if you can do a Yoongi x reader where you got front row tickets to their concert and he just stares at you the whole time?//  y/n meets yoongi in a fan meet n’ greet and like instead of being all hyper and nervous and all that y/n is like rlly calm and gives off this calming gentle aura, bc y/n doesnt want to hold their hand or isnt all up in his face screaming and all and it intrigues yoongi and he gives her his number and later they meet just to talk and get to know each other

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The lights dimmed down in the large room filled with fans just to amp up the excitement in your chest. The room was quiet but only for seconds when the background music started playing and everyone screamed. The seven boys you had been waiting to see in person were now finally stepping out in front of your eyes. They did their greetings before starting, waving, and smiling at the fans in the audience. Yoongi catches your eye when you notice his glance directed over to you. You wave at him, smiling. To which he bites his lower lip, embarrassed, waving back at you. As the songs start coming out he continues to go near your side of the stage. Around the time they did the song, “Miss Right” he sat down on the stage. At first he was looking around in the crowd, doing his part, but near the end he continued it facing you. You smiled over at him until Jimin came over to mess with him. They laughed and moved to the other side.  All the continuous interactions made you only focus on him, forgetting you were there for all of them. After the concert you had began to file out with everyone else but someone approached you.

“I was asked to bring this to you but please don’t tell other fans. It could cause trouble..” The staff member told you

You look down at the fan meet pass, confused. “Oh but I didn’t-“

“It’s from the members. Please consider it a gift.” She told you before moving her way out of the crowd.

You start walking over to the line for the quick fan meet. You couldn’t help but wonder why they would personally hand them out until you came to the conclusion they must have been handing them out to random fans. You felt happy thinking you weren’t as lucky when it came to the stuff usually and it was a nice surprise. It’s your turn and you walk over, kneeling down in front of the table. Jimin smiles at you.

“I noticed you in the crowd earlier.” He says, signing the poster on the table.

“Really or do you say that to everyone?” you joked, laughing.

He laughed. “No, you were down in the front when I came over to Suga.”

“Hmm. I guess you really did see me then.”

Jimin extends his hands, putting his elbows down on the table to hold your hands but Yoongi cleared his throat.

“Can you keep the line moving?” He said, sitting next to Jimin.

You wave goodbye to Jimin, sliding over to him. He signs your poster fast so he could have time to talk to you.

“Thank you for coming.”

You both look back at each other as he shows off his famous smile.

“I really love your guy’s hard work and music. It wasn’t easy to get tickets though. Those things sell out in seconds.”

Yoongi reaches for your hands on the table that you kept politely in your lap so you lift them up for him.

“How about we fix that problem, then?”

You give him a confused look.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

He flips over the back of the poster, writing as small as he could, to put his phone number down on it. You were honestly stuck in shock.


“Yeah…really. It’d be nice to see you cheering us on again. On and off stage. So whenever we come down here maybe we could meet up.” He told you, whispering the last part up to your ear.

Hoseok nudges him.

“You’re gonna cause a scene..”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and then turned his attention back to you.

“I guess this means I have to let you go…but this won’t be the last time I see you, right?”

You shook your head, giving him a bright smile.

“I’d love to see you again.”

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on the new SU episode?

hmm I thought the first part when he got in the room was p funny like the speech about sports i juSt (and the charlie brown thing) some good Rose meme faces came out of that also lol

and then the part right before he tried to take a picture got pretty touching and emotional ;v;

I don’t think we got a lot of answers but I guess that was to be expected since it wasn’t actually her and couldn’t reply with anything Steven doesn’t know, I didn’t think he was doubting Rose’s motives for “making” him so at least he found himself an answer to ahh maybe he finally came to terms with the things he found out about her and the fact that there’s more to her than he initially thought too? and he’ll have to decide what to make of the things he knows

but yeah overall i think it was a nice ep!

Smooth - Johnny [6] (M)

•Suggestion: Virgin reader x Johnny

A/N: Omg guys it’s finally here, the last chapter of Smooth! Ahhhhh I’m sorry it took so long. I needed a little break to try to make this last chapter gooood. I hope you guys like it. I’m actually like rlly sad that it’s over ;-; mehh

-Admin Kay

PS OMG ALSO THANKS FOR 5K!!! 🎉You guys are the best 💕

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Chapter 6 - I Love You

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Rating R

(sexual content, slight language)

Word Count: 3,352

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Sasuke and Sasukarin part 7

Was Gaiden a blessing or a curse? I don’t know. Alternatively titled : I have not seen as much mental gymnastics since Darwin’s diagram of the human fetus/stop giving people awards for doing the bare minimum. 

You : he left for 12 years bc he HATESHISFAMILY

Sasuke left around Narutos inauguration, on a mission only he could carry out because of his ocular powers, he did it to keep his family safe and the world safe, he was not happy away from his family and with travelling between space and thinking he is keeping them safe he does not contact them for 6 years. He recognizes his fault for making Sakura handle it, he apologizes for not realizing how much sarada needed him there, but his mission is still a top  secret, and is still important for the sake of the world. Saradas flash back does not seem like a miserable family with a negligent father, stop coming @ sasuke when sarada was not even 12 in gaiden lolol.

Followed by flash backs over progressive years of sarada asking about him and her mom explaining what she could

First time was when he left

You : sakura is an awful mother?? i know all about abuse i watch Dr Phil.

sorry I cant hear you over the deafening sound of mamakura being the best


First of all, every single person I’ve leant this book to or read gaiden irl interpreted that scene a fucking sane person who knows married people kissed would. She misses being intimate with her husband (sawyer7mage : she misses the r rated hentai), she is blushing and she is not about to tell a kid ‘yeah we made out like all the time’. I hope you realize, in order to create this kid, and let me take you back to 8th grade, a mans penis must be erect by blood flowing through its tissues due to sexual arousal. He puts that dick in and out, like multiple times and ejaculates in there. Really, that is how it works. You tellin’ me he did that, way more than once since the actual chance of getting pregnant on the first time is very very slim, but he was like no lip contact?????

Congratulations, mental gymnastics champion.

The face a woman who is never intimate with her husband as she talks about him :/ and shares his ultimate declaration of love :/ With their child :/


Yeah, she did, since she wanted sarada to have a picture in the house. Why don’t they have one? Idk man I am not Jesus. Also, if sarada saw taka??? Mom who are these people? Dads old #squad. Oh tell me about them?? Oh lol just from that time your dad tried destroying the village haha. Did you know he was rogue? An s rank too. Huh? Well you know, uchihas before you were massacred because of political tyranny..wait I feel like you are a little too young for this lol.


Oh god. What type of manga made for Japanese teenage kids says haha yeah he cheated BIG TIIIME yoooo. His 11 year old kid deals with it.

A message from the Uzumakis : no

After the flash back of sasuke walking her, she knows her mom is her real mom and that her dad loved her. Uchihas crying when they realize things is important.


But she is still like but did he cheat???? But like he was so worried about mom????  And he was showing her off in front of orochimaru??? I have a memory but what if she is not my real mom????And here kishimoto destroys all of your SHE LOOKS LIKE KARIN!!111!!.  No, she looks like sasuke. When the black and white manga showing Karin first came out I literally heard my brother talk about a theory with them being siblings. They both have black hair, black narrow set eyes with no color context. sarada does not have said eyes. She is her mothers face with her dads features.

Ah ah watch closely

Karins face smiling, sarada looking distressed.

fuck dude, cool.

Stop, man, really?

You : sasuke does not care about Sakura!111!!

He burns an inanimate object for hurting his wife,his reserved traditional Japanese ass shows affection in public, nice nice. Sarada ships it.

Sarada is yet to know who her real parents are!!!111!!!: Naruto himself says bullshit

She asks for conformation, once again from dad this time. ‘do you truly believe your heart is connected to mom’s?’ ‘yes’ ‘how can you be so sure?’

You : Karin is a selfless hero lover bc she gave up on sasuke

Thank u karin for teaching me not to chase after happily married men who have kids, show 0 romantic interest in me and only see me after years to deliver their baby. Here is a reward.

Actually here is something nice : girl power yay

Her bond with sasuke, sakura and sarada is now based on mutual respect and the love they all share for sarada. Nice, I guess. Almost makes up for the rest of the mess that is your character arc.


Sakura : uses a Japanese term meaning he is teasing me by making me wait. As in, no he wont make out with me in front of our kid

Sasuke : 

Happy he saw his family, teased his wife,and grips the bento (not just a lunch, it is made by a very special person-sarada) bc he loves those guys. If you are pressed about the kiss dw, the boruto novel states when he came back he made her skin glossy and shiny, meaning they were fucking a lot. Sit.

And ah, my favorite

Sasuke and his family are not happy

Tears of joy must be very sad

Come at me

You :


 I am done. Try and justify your fav, and i will just keep posting facts. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you weren't busy and if you don't mind, could you write a fic where Bruce walks in on Jason and Tim kissing or something like that and they have to come up with an excuse?

Tim’s laying on top of Jason, pressing him into the blankets with his whole body. His hands wrap around Jason’s wrists and pin them to the bed while his tongue licks at Jason’s bottom lip, light and quick and gone as soon as Jason reaches for it. Jason tries to chase after Tim’s mouth but Tim pulls up, away, smiling, and Jason whines. A little. Maybe.

Tim keeps doing that, teasing, over and over until Jason is squirming, feet tangling in the sheets and he’s panting, making these desperate little noises that he really can’t be assed to be embarrassed about, especially when Tim finally, finally leans down and stays there, tongue falling into Jason’s mouth and Jason groans happily.

Tim kisses him, and kisses him, and Jason hasn’t ever felt so perfectly blissful in his entire life.

And then the door creaks open, and the bliss is instantly gone. In its place now is dread, and fear, and Jason didn’t think he was truly afraid of anything anymore, but suddenly there’s Bruce, standing in the doorway, looking at them with wide eyes and Jason panics. He tosses Tim off of him and jumps up from the bed.

“Um, hey! Bruce. B. B-man. We were, uh, practicing CPR. You know, brushing up on the old life-saving skills. Super important. Okay, I’ll see you, bye!”

And then Jason runs out of Tim’s room, out of the manor.


“Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation practice?” Dick crosses his judging arms over his judging chest and looks at Jason with his stupid, judging face. “Really? That’s what you went with?”

“…Tim told you?”

“Yeah, he came and asked me why you were such an idiot about it.”

“He did not.”

“I swear, those were his exact words.”

Jason groans, a weak, pathetic sound. He rubs his face. His stupid, idiotic face. “Is he mad?”

Dick tilts his head. “Not mad, exactly. He was a little pissed you left him on the floor-”

“Oh, god.”

“Way to go, by the way. Really nice.”

“I panicked!”

“But why?

“I- I… don’t know,” Jason sighs.

“Well, figure it out and then go talk to Tim about it,” Dick says. “And then maybe Bruce.”

Jason grimaces. “So I’m guessing he didn’t buy the CPR thing?”

Dick laughs.


Jason finds Tim in his bedroom, sitting on the bed with his computer in his lap, typing away. He glances up from his work as Jason enters.

“Careful,” Tim warns with exaggerated concern, “Bruce is home. He might see you in here.”

“I know.”

“Oh, so brave.” 

Jason comes up next to the bed and asks, “Can I sit?”

Tim keeps typing, not giving an answer one way or an another, so Jason stays standing.

“I’m sorry, Tim.”

The clicking of the keys stops and Tim sighs. He closes his laptop and sets it aside. He looks up at Jason, his hair messy and baggy clothes rumpled, like he’s been sitting right there working for hours, days, non-stop. He probably has.

“What the fuck happened, Jason?” He doesn’t sound very angry, just… confused. Irritated.

“I panicked,” Jason says, again, because that’s the only way he can think to describe it. He’s been trained to think before he acts, even when he only has a split-second to make a decision. But he wasn’t thinking when he pushed Tim away.

“That’s not really an answer, Jay.” Tim scoots over to make room and pats the open space.

Jason takes the invitation and sits down. “I know, I’m sorry. I just. I saw Bruce and in my head I heard everything he might say, and I. Couldn’t. I couldn’t stay and hear him say it out loud.”

“What did you think he was going to say?” Tim asks.

Jason forces his teeth to unclench. Swallows. “That… that I’m not any good for you, and that I should leave and stay away and. And we just recently got to a point where Bruce doesn’t glare at me every time I come over, or watch me like he thinks I’m suddenly going to freak out and shoot everyone. I don’t want to go back to that- or worse, not be allowed in the manor at all.”

Tim is silent for a minute, and then, “You want to know what he said to me after you ran out?”

Jason doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He’s scared to hear it.

Tim says it anyway. “He asked me if there was anything he needed to be worried about, and I told him no, and he accepted it. Then he asked me if I was happy, and I said yes, and he accepted that, too.”

“He did?” Jason asks, and his voice comes out too soft.

“Yeah.” Tim smiles. “And then he told me to wipe the spit off my chin before I came down for dinner.”

Jason laughs, startled, and a little disbelieving. He looks at Tim’s chin. He wants to kiss it. “I’m sorry for throwing you on the floor.”

Tim moves, quick and strong, and when Jason blinks his eyes open again he’s on the floor, on his back, and Tim is straddling him, looking down at him triumphantly. “There. Now we’re even,” he says, and then he leans down and kisses Jason.

“The door is still open,” Jason reminds him.

“I don’t care. Do you?”

“No,” Jason answers. He pulls Tim down for another kiss.

obsessive-enthusiast  asked:

Maybe a prompt for the boyfs: Sleep Deprivation or forgetting to eat? :3c

Hi I’m gonna do sleep deprivation because I have a hc abt Michael being a slight insomniac because self projection lolol. Sorry this probs isn’t what you wanted but if you send another sleep deprivation prompt I’ll make it more cuddly and fluffy than this!!!

Jeremy nearly had a heart attack when he woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing. It was 3am and the screen on his phone lit up with the words,“Player Two 👾🗣” across the screen.

It took Jeremy a few seconds to register everything, but he eventually picked up and hit the green button,“H-hey Michael you good?” Jeremy felt a little worried, the pit of his stomach dropped when he heard the sad tone of Michael’s voice.

“I’m- yeah I’m good. I just couldn’t sleep and-”

“On my way just give me two seconds, I need to get shoes on.”

“N-no! That’s okay I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“Michael it is 3 am and I can tell you’re upset. I just got my shoes on, I’m walking out the door right now. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you while I walk over?” Jeremy left his house after grabbing his keys. He locked the door and began to take the one minute walk to Michael’s house.

He was silent for a few seconds, then a small affirmation came through the other end,“Yeah, that’d be nice. Thank you Jer…” Michael smiled to himself.

“Anytime Mikey. Now, have you eaten at all today?”

Jeremy hears Michael shift on the other end,“Er, what constitutes as eating?”

“Mom mode has been activated. Get some stuff out for me to make you a sandwich.”


“I’m going to run now but you can keep talking. What are you thinking about?”

Michael got up from his spot and headed upstairs,“I’m just, frustrated I guess? End of school year, personal stuff, you know.”

Jeremy nodded in response, then mentally slapped himself cause no Jer, he can’t see you do that,“Yeah, I get that… also I’m like. Here. I’ll just walk in.”

Michael hung up and jogged to the front door and opened it for Jeremy. He pulled his best friend into a firm hug. This was longer than their hugs usually were. Michael melted into it. He needed this today. He needed Jeremy, he needed the extra long squeeze he gave.

Jeremy pressed his face against Michael’s neck,“Everything ok? What’s up?”

That’s when Michael started crying. This day was shit, and Jeremy hugging him was just what he needed. He was shaking, that’s when Jeremy gave him one last tight squeeze, then pulled away to get a good look at him.

“I-I’m so-orry Jeremy I just. I-”

“I love you.”

Michael was caught off guard,“I, well I love you too Jer thank for-”

He shook his head,“N-no that’s not what. I- that’s not what I meant.”

Jeremy’s face was turning a familiar shade of pink, Michael didn’t want to get his hopes up but he still felt that sliver of hope resurface.


Jeremy gave him the ‘please don’t make me say it face’ but took a deep breath and started. “So- ah god. So, me and Christine broke up, and I never told you why, yeah?”

Michael nodded, Jeremy looked down at his hand and grabbed it for reassurance. “Well, I kept picturing myself with someone else when we were together? And, I realized that I had to stop lying to myself, and to her. So I ended it.”

Michael gave him a slight smile. “So, uh, you can probably guess who I was thinking of right?”

“Well, I’d like for you to tell me.”

Jeremy groaned,“You’re impossible,” he looked up at him, his face managed to get even more pink,“I like you Michael. Like, a lot and I want to be able to be there for you in ways that I can’t be as just a friend and I understand if you don’t like me but oh my god…”

“I’m in love with you Michael and I’m pretty sure it’s actually killing me.”

Michael laughed at that a little,“Thank you Jer bear.” He pulled him forward with the hand he was holding, cupped his cheek, and kissed him.

It was soft, slow, and shy. Neither of them kissed anyone, but it wasn’t bad. It was perfect, and it was perfect because it was them and that’s all that mattered. That Michael was finally kissing Jeremy.

“I love you too, Jeremy. But we should probably head inside before we attract bugs inside.”

Jeremy kisses him once more,“Yeah, okay.”

Safe With Us

Request: Um for a request, if it hasn’t already been done, can you do a teamiplier thing where the reader brings home a date who only has bad intentions and the team chases them out? But reader gets mad and goes to chase after them, only to call back a couple hours later sobbing, left in an alley after the man attacked them and took their wallet?

Summary: Fem!Reaader goes on a date with a douche and teamiplier comes to the rescueee.

A/N: Heyyo! This is unnecessarily long and I didn’t know how to fix it so I finished it and didn’t edit it I’m sorry I’m so horrible. Anyway, this is v angsty and it includes some fighting and an attack so read at your own discretion. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 2071, she’s lOng I’m sOrry

Warning: assault srry

Request some more you lovely people!

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