this is 'you're so sweet face' or his 'i love you' face

anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't know if you're taking prompts but I just read your scene about Andrew being there in Baltimore and it was amazing so I wanted to ask you to write something about Andreil + neck kisses, because I feel like this is a Very Important plot point that was not fully explored. Like maybe Andrew coming to terms with the fact that it's actually his favorite thing, and not knowing how to ask for it? Ugh I just finished rereading the series and I can't get enough of these stupid boys 🦊

(Thank you so muuuuch, and also I totally agree tbh)

He hates the way Neil always pauses to kiss at the hinge of his jaw on the way to his neck. It’s like a check point, the sweet press of a power button, and Neil doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it. He kisses with his whole face too, dragging down over Andrew’s bottom lip and chin and throat with his eyes closed, like he’s too in love with the experience to even look.

It’s killing Andrew. It’s stoppering the air in his lungs and giving him stomach ache with how bad he wants it. You like it. I like that you like it.

Andrew hates that he likes it, the vulnerability of that bared neck. It feels like a mistake every time he does it, but it also kind of feels like he’s taken the first shots of the night and he can’t stop, like the more he drinks the thirstier he gets. Neil is such a mistake, but he’s so so easy to make.

Kissing — like this, with the covers pushed down and Andrew on his side with his hand up Neil’s shirt — feels inevitable. He can’t stop pushing up Neil’s springy cowlicks and Neil can’t stop fumbling down to Andrew’s neck and sucking. It’s so humid and nervy-tense between them, like it’s never been, like Neil is singlehandedly dangling Andrew off of a rooftop.

Neil passes his tongue over that root of Andrew’s jaw and Andrew makes a noise so low that it sounds wounded. He just barely keeps his hands from forcing Neil closer, chasing that moment where Neil can’t help himself, circulating between mouth and face and neck before Andrew directs his attention elsewhere. He just wants to stay in that circuit with his hands open and his head tilted back.

Andrew’s fist must go too tight in Neil’s hair because he pulls back frowning, lips red.

“Sorry,” Neil says. “Carried away.” He looks troubled by this, like he’s not used to being carried away by things that aren’t arguments.

“No,” Andrew starts, and then stalls out. His hand is still in Neil’s hair. He doesn’t know how to ask for this; doesn’t even know if he wants to.

“No?” Neil repeats. “Okay.” He leans back and off of Andrew, passing one hand through his own hair and undoing Andrew’s work messing it up.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Andrew says, and the way he’s exposed is too much — shirt pushed up in the tousle to pull Neil on top, hard and marked up.

“In my experience, no means stop,” Neil says evenly.

It’s exactly what he wants to hear, he realizes suddenly. Neil finds this humiliating way of giving Andrew what he wants without looking like he’s considered it at all.

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agirlcalledfrost  asked:

OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”

that!”

‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

“mollyhall—”

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

You're Perfect To Me

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 795

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Originally posted by parkjiminer


“Jimin?”

Turning the volume of the TV down a little bit, you waited for the response of your boyfriend but knitted your eyebrows when you were met with silence.

 It was currently 1 am in the morning, the time at which your boyfriend mostly came home from work or practice.

When you realized that he wasn’t going to answer, you got up from your warm and cozy sofa and walked towards your apartment door, concerned that something might have had happened to him.

You watched how Jimin threw his bag and jacket on the ground, his body walking towards yours with heavy steps. “Jimin why aren’t you answer- Nngh.”  

Just before you could end your sentence, Jimin wrapped his strong arms around your body, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck immediately.

“Jimin, what’s wrong?”

Without answering your question, he tightened his arms around your body even more and nuzzled his head even further into the crook of your neck. When you felt his shaky breath on your skin, you realized that something was wrong.

Stroking his hair softly, you tried again. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did something happen today?”

Shaking his head slightly, he whispered with a shaky voice. “Can you please hug me?”

Smiling softly, you wrapped your arms tightly around his body and placed a little kiss on his head, whispering back. “Come on, let’s bring you to bed, hm?”

Taking a step with you still in his arms, you yelped at the sudden move and hit him lightly. “Yah, we can’t walk like this. You need to let go of me.”

“But I don’t want to..” he whined like a little kid.

“I won’t make your favorite hot chocolate if don’t let go of me right now.”

Without thinking twice, he unwrapped his arms from your body and grabbed your hand instead, dragging you with him to your shared bedroom.

Sitting down on the bed, he pulled you in between his spread legs, this time nuzzling his head in your belly while holding you tightly. “Jimin, you’re scaring me..”

You placed your hand under his chin and lifted his head up, looking into his now teary eyes with your soft ones. He, on the other hand, tried to avert his eyes, hating the idea of you seeing him in this state.

Kneeling down in front of him, you held his head in your hands, stroking his cheeks with a gentle touch. “Hey, it’s okay to cry. You don’t need to hold it back. Not when you’re with me..”

After hearing those words, Jimin broke in front of your eyes, not being able to hold the sobs back. “I..I’m disappointing them, Y/N..”

When Jimin looked up, he was met with your confused face. “I’m trying everything, Y/N.. I sleep less, I eat less, I work hard every single day but for some reason, I can’t be the Jimin they want me to be.. Even though I dance for hours everyday, I can’t improve my dancing like Hoseokie Hyung.. Even though I practice everyday, I can’t sing the high notes as smoothly as Jungkookie does.. I want to be a better singer and dancer for Army, but the more I try the worse it gets, Y/N.. And I don’t know what to do anymore..”

You wrapped your arms around his body the minute he stopped talking, making sure that he felt comfortable in your arms. “Stop being so hard on yourself, Jimin-ah.. You’re prefect the way you are. You shouldn’t overwork yourself by thinking that you’re not good enough for your fans. They love you the way you are. Everyone is proud of you. You’re already perfect for them..”

Leaning back a little bit, Jimin looked at you with his sparkling eyes, asking like a little child. “R-Really?”

Smiling softly, you nodded eagerly. “Of course! You’re disappointing nobody, Jimin. Bangtan loves you as much as you love them. You’re family for them, they appreciate every single thing you do or create, admiring your hard work just like you admire theirs.. Every single one of you completes the other one, which makes you all perfect as a whole team.. You don’t need to carry all the weight all by yourself, Jimin-ah.. There are a lot of people who would love to help you out whenever you have a hard time..”

The smile you saw on Jimin’s face after you ended your sentence was a smile to die for, making you lean forward and place a long and sweet kiss on his soft lips.

“You need to learn to love yourself, Jimin.. Accept yourself for the person you are and don’t try to change yourself for other people.. You’re already perfect to me the way you are..”

readingbythemoonlight  asked:

could you please please write a blurb about Harry trying to convince you to be with him and you're all nervous about it because he's your friend? I absolutely love your writing

Thank you sweetheart! I’ve written and posted this before then deleted it because I was so indecisive about it … but thanks to this request I’m putting it back on my blog again so I hope you like it ❤️


Roses

“Are we really doing this?” you whispered, raising your eyes to meet his emerald ones.

Harry could hear the confidence in your voice waver at the thought of it all – of you and him together. He reckons it shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise. He was being utterly obvious about his feelings for you. Whether it was in public or in private, he always rushed to be by your side. His friends often pestered him for the way he treated you. “The lad’s practically married!” “We’re jus’ friends, mate – buzz off.” But he swore he didn’t mind the teasing; he kind of liked the way your cheeks would burn at the thought of you being with a bloke like him. 

“D’yeh not want to?” he asked slowly, arms crossing as he looked at your uncertain eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry i dont know if you're taking requests or whatever, but i havent seen any virgin phan smut where both of them are virgins, and i have a kind of plot thing but not really, Phil sneaking to dans house in the middle of the night and knocking on dans window. Then they go up on the roof and have sweet, cute sex under the stars I dont know why i need this so badly but i do

i love this

starry lights & touch-me-nights 

“Psst! Dan!”

Dan sat up quickly, his eyes shooting open. 

“Phil?!”

He turned toward the window in the dark, focusing on the soft navy light emitting from the glass. His eyes slowly focused on the outline, the outline of a boy. The boy knocked three times, and Dan visibly jumped. 

He stood up quickly, stumbling on his own feet to get to the window, throwing it open.

Phil’s eyes twinkled, and he flashed him a crooked grin that made Dan’s heart melt. “Hi.” 

“What the hell are you doing?” Dan laughed, shaking his head; astonished. His boyfriend was known to do some crazy things, but sneaking into his bedroom in the middle of the night? That was a new one. 

Phil shrugged. 

“I missed you.”

Dan rolled his eyes. “I saw you less than twenty four hours ago.” 

Phil shrugged again, biting his lip. “Can I come in?” 

Dan sighed, nodding and grabbing his hand, tugging him through the window. Phil stumbled, leaning on Dan for balance. He still had that dumb-ass grin on his face; he looked so happy it was contagious. Dan giggled, sitting down on his bed and pulling Phil down next to him. 

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anonymous asked:

hello gin!!! your newest update for 'price of a soul' is amazing! can i ask you to talk about all this symbolism in the comic (and also why do you love to hurt us so much with it)

THIS QUESTION MAKES ME SO HAPPY  I’M SCREAMING THANK YOU FOR YOUR INTEREST ANON (actually thank you everyone for your kind asks about TPOAS… THEY ARE THE FIRE IN MY VEINS THANK YOU)

I think the most important thing I wanted to work on this comic is how it is told from Tamashi’s eyes. That’s how I decided to build the characters through the story, for example, what Tamashi sees most is Allen’s face, honest, straightforward, kind, sweet, smiling, always open and welcoming: 

Whereas he doesn’t see Kanda’s face, Kanda is always turned to him. And when he does, it’s from an low angle:

I had fun thinking it would be important that we, as Tamashi, know of Kanda what he does: Kanda is the father he doesn’t know anything of. Intimidating, scary, tall, unreachable, always with his back turned on him. (With his back turned to him, but I guess you wouldn’t offer your back to an enemy). I aim to, gradually, expose Kanda’s features as Tamashi grows confident, making him look more human and less of a jerk than what he does now (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Also have you noticed how everyone bends forward to talk to Tamashi? Or squats down to be at his level? So Tamashi can stare directly at them. It’s a very simple gesture but it’s one that says I’m reducing my world to your perspective because you are as important, which Kanda never does.

The first time I read DGM i had to go through the Alma arc three times to made sure I fully understood Kanda (I keep thinking there are hints of his personality I keep missing, as I do with Allen… DGM is such an amazing artwork) so when I thought of him for this story I wanted to be very careful building the conceptualism around a character that has never forgiven himself and doesn’t want redemption. Can you imagine, you spend your life trying to fulfill a promise of love and then you find out -because you slipped once, only once, you are as human as the rest even if it might not seem so-, that you have a kid you never intended on having, even less with someone you’ll never love maybe not even remember, who kinda looks like Alma when they were kids, who is called Tamashi, who, surprise, is there to bite him in his ass. Tamashi is the perspective of a future Kanda never allowed himself to have and now he’s forced to deal with it (ノ≧∀≦)ノ Good thing Allen is here to be the bridge between present Kanda and past Kanda, Allen you angel  (//▽//)ゞ So, basically, what we see of Kanda is an unforgiving Kanda, intimidating, pretending to not mind when he so clearly does (in the last update with Tamashi sleeping outside of Kanda’s room he spends there looking at the boy how long? Five minutes? Ten? He didn’t awoke Tamashi either, just lets him be. He’s trying to make his way out of this without a fuss but OH YOU WON’T BE SO LUCKY KANDA The denial Is Strong). 

Oh! Also I was very careful with colors and including some… … … … little details (୨୧ ❛ᴗ❛)✧ 

Both panels with the flowers are very important…! they are different types of flowers in different palettes… Allen’s one are somewhat fresh and rainy, so springy, whereas Kanda’s seem to be floating on an abandoned place… Pretty, but isolated (•̀௰•́ ) This is funny because oH WELL SPOILER I GUESS / CRASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW AND FLIES INTO THE SUN

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK REALLY!! 

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.

{Reaction} Mafia!EXO finding out out that you're getting bullied in university

Hey I requested a EXO mafia au reaction where the reader gets picked on by a group of people at the readers school and EXO defends her, just wondering if you received it or not? Doesn’t matter if you haven’t, but now that requests are open again can I re-request that please? Love your work btw xx

Note: I loved your request so much oml, I literally live for mafia!exo au you have no idea hehe! I’m not sure if you (or anyone else reading) has seen my other mafia content, if not, you can find it here on my exo masterlist! Enjoy~

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

  • Warning: Use of mafia themes. This includes swearing and (as indicated by the title) bullying. Read at your own risk. 

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by lullabyun

Chanyeol’s jaw clenched as you sheepishly told him that you’d been getting a hard time from someone in your university course. Despite the anger lighting in his stomach, he placed a false sense of calmness on his face as he hugged you, but as his arms wrapped around your small frame, his mind started planning instantly. When he finally came to confronting the person that dared to bully you, he had the most intimidating gear strapped to him and his short, terrifying friend Do Kyungsoo and infamous martial arts master friend Tao at his side. He waited at the university gates until the bully turned the corner and stepped out, making sure to leave a lasting impression that would make sure that this person would never even attempt to hurt you ever again.

Chanyeol: “I heard you’ve been hurting my Jagi. I suggest you stop, because if you don’t… well, let’s just say you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Bully: “Y-yes sir…” *scurries away.*

Chanyeol: “Ah, That should keep them away from {y/n}.”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Kyungsoo was not impressed when he found out that you’d been getting bullied. He found it astounding that anyone could attempt to hurt you at all so he took serious action. Unlike Chanyeol, he took the time to research this person that had been giving you grief to use against them before making his move. He told you that he would sort the issue, and promised that he wouldn’t get any blood on his hands after you begged him not to do anything futile. He met the bully in a dark, deserted alleyway and let his dark, terrifying eyes do most of the threatening while his words cut the bully down to zero confidence.

Kyungsoo: “I love {y/n}, you see, I know you have a partner to, how would you feel if I hurt them? I could, you know. I could break their arms and legs until they’re left totally helpless. Or make them blind so they could never see your disgusting face again”

Bully: “I’m sorry! I’ll never hurt {y/n} again!”

Kyungsoo: “Hurt? I don’t want to hear that you’ve been anywhere my jagi again, understand?”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Baekhyun tapped his fingers against the side of the car as he waited for you outside of the university to take you home for the term. Even though he it a part of the mafia, he does care deeply for you, and however intimidating and dangerous he can be against others is insignificant when it comes to you. When he’s with you, his demeanor changes completely, he’s fun, loving and sweet, and wouldn’t even dream of ever letting anything  bad in this world getting to you.

As he waited in the car, he hummed, that was until he caught you in the corner of his eye being pushed by a man that looked vaguely around your age. He instantly got out of the car, barely giving himself any time to think as he stormed over to where you timidly rose back to your feet. He clenched his fist before forcing it into the man’s face, then pulling you with him back towards the car.

Baekhyun: “Are you alright, Jagi?”

{y/n}: “I will be.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Sehun had been told countless times by you that he shouldn’t sacrifice being uncovered because of stupid reasons, but when he witnessed you physically being punched before you, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the man that dared to hurt you in such a fashion and beat him until his skin was starting to turn bloody, black and blue. He seethed in anger as he looked down at the man in anger, he was lying on the floor, blood pouring from his nose and eyes streaming with tears as he begged for mercy. He looked back at you, holding your cheek looking partly in pain and partly like you were blushing.

Sehun: “Too much?”

{y/n}: “No, he deserved it, I just feel…”

Sehun: *smirking* “Come on Jagi, let’s go home.”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by lullabyun

Yixing isn’t one to make a massive scene or to create a lot of conflict when it comes to confrontation. Instead, he takes the more calm route to intimidating your bully from talking to you. He enters university one sunny afternoon to watch you in a contest against other classmates. Within the crowd of people watching, he purposefully takes the seat next to the person he knows as you bully and quietly talks, knowing that even with a in innocent smile on his face, your bully will never think of approaching you again in the near future.

Yixing: “I’m going to put this in very simple terms so you understand, since you’re clearly a being of low intelligence. Stay away from {y/n} unless you want to go to sleep one night and never wake up.”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Chen is the master of manipulation and knowing how to scare people without even really having much interaction with them. When he finds out that someone at your university has been bullying you, he takes the matters into his own hands without your knowledge of it to help you from the pain and emotional strain.you never do find out what Chen does to your bully, all you know is tat after telling Chen, your bully can’t seem to come near you or even look you in the eye anymore.

{y/n}: “I don’t know what happened, they seem to have just stopped.”

Chen: “That’s what I like to hear, princess.”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Minseok seemed rather calm as you told him that someone at your university was giving you grief. He made sure to make sure that he came across as calm in front of you so that you did worry, he simply pulled you into his arms and whispered into your ear that he would sort everything and that you shouldn’t worry about the bully anymore. When it came to actually carrying his intentions out, he made his way into the university and found the bully. He waited until the bully way alone and in a deserted space before he finally made his move, pushing the bully back into the corner to hide the gun that he pointed at he man’s abdomen from any unwanted eye witnesses.

Minseok: “I’ll let you off this time, but touch my jagi again? And you won’t live to tell the tale.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Your bully must be very brave to antagonize you when you have a boyfriend like Huang Zitao, the infamous martial artist with skills higher than anyone that you know. While most of the other members were low key and tried to ensure that their intentions weren’t spotted by unwanted attention, Tao went about this in quite a different way. He met your bully, and even though your bully was surrounded by a large group of people, Tao still went for him and knocked him out cold with one simple blow. No one tries to stop him as Tao gave your bully one final kick in the gut before walking away, muttering about how now one will get away with hurting you.

Tao: “Are you pathetic or stupid or both? Hurt her again and I’ll beat you up worse next time!”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Not only has your bully messed with you, but has messed with the leader of the mafia, and it would be an understatement to say that Junmyeon was very pissed off when he found out about this. He took your bully by the scrape of their neck, pushed them back against the wall and threatened them until tears were pouring down your bullies face. While it was somewhat strange to see Junmyeon in this way, it was also oddly satisfying to see him standing up for you and giving your bully what they deserved.

Suho: “Is {y/n} a pile of shit?”

Bully: “N-no”

Suho: “Then don’t fucking treat her like she is!”


Lu Han

Originally posted by luedeer

Luhan is a very caring boyfriend outside of being the mafia, so when he finds out that you have been getting bullied he isn’t happy at all. He, like Minseok, decided to do some research before falling neck deep into this. With the help of Yixing and Sehun, he made his way across to the university, threatening your bully in a way that isn’t direct, but definitely gets the message across.

Luhan: “Put it this way, kid. If I find out you’ve been bullying {y/n}, it’ll be the last stupid thing that you ever do.”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaimilky

Kai knows of your bully, but had never met him until this moment, you and Kai were out at a club in the city together. You were wearing something low cut and tight, while he was also going for the sexy look. The two of you were dancing, grinding beneath the bright lighting until unwanted attention was finally brought. Your bully laughed, pointing at you as he did in university. Kai was ready to let it slide, to simply leave the club and find somewhere else, but that was until he actually heard the words you bully spoke. He gently removed his hands off you before leaping onto your bully, pounding him to the beat of the music. He finally stopped when he heard the yelling of the police. He grabbed you by the hand and pulled you out of the club, the two of you laughing as you make your great escape.

Kai: “Ah Jagi, that was more fun than it should have been.”


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kris is known throughout the country as one of the most dangerous men. Like Suho, he is also a leader of the EXO mafia, and therefore makes him one of the most wanted man. Usually, he keeps his head down, but when he finds out that you’re being bullied, he can’t help but get himself involved within the conflict. He walks inside of the university, casually strolling with his hands in his pockets and walks up to you bully. As Kris takes the seat next to you bully, you could see the way your bully paled as white as a sheet without Kris even saying anything.

Kris: “See that girl? That’s my baobei… I’ve heard you’ve been hurting her recently. You should take more care of your actions before it leads to serious consequences.”

anonymous asked:

21 with harry sounds amazing! I love you and you're account SO MUCH!!!

A/N: This was so much fun! I love Husband!Harry…Enjoy! xx


21) “Nope, no kisses until laterrrr”


Today is the day. Soon, I’ll finally be able to call myself Y/n Styles; it feels surreal. He truly is the man of my dreams and i wouldn’t want to marry anyone else.

I stand, surrounded by my bridesmaids as they all unroll the curlers from my hair. Harry’s mom, Anne is helping my Mother place my shoes; they wouldn’t let me do it because it might ruin my manicure. As much as I love having people do everything for me, I’m starting to feel a little overwhelmed with everyone running around and tugging on me. I think I need some air.

“Okay okay okay” I breathe out, swatting their hands away from my body. I take another deep breath before i stand up from the chair and head towards the door. I look back and see them all staring at me in shock. “I just need a little air” I giggle at the fact that they probably thought i was bailing on the whole wedding. I can see the girls sigh with relief and i shake my head, twisting the door knob and walking out of the room. I look down the long hallway of the beautiful venue; The walls are covered in classing Italian paintings of buildings and other incredible scenes. I navigate myself down the marble floors, trying to find the bathroom. 

 ‘wow we really did pick a good spot’ I think to myself as I look around.

Suddenly, I hear some voices in the distance and the seem to be getting closer. I turn too look down the other end of the hallway and I see two guys walking this way. I squint a little and now i can see that its my favorite person in the world.

“Harry!” I squeal. I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon since the bride and groom aren’t supposed to sleep together the night before their wedding. I throw all care to the wind and run over to him as fast as I can. He hasn’t noticed me yet, as he is in the middle of a conversation with the guy next to him. I’m barefoot so i’m sure he doesn’t hear me either. My heart almost stops when i take in the way he looks. He’s already dressed in his tux with his hair somewhat tamed. He looks really good. Once i’m close enough for him to definitely hear me, I say his name again. This time he looks up and smiles as he outstretches his arms to me. I run into his arms, wrapping my legs around him. He presses his face to my neck and leaves a kiss there. 

“Babe, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you getting ready?…I’m not supposed to see you, right?” He asks just about a million questions. I pull my head back and look at him, he sets me down on the floor, his face is full of concern. “I’m fine I was just headed out to the ladies room” I assure him. He nods.

“You look gorgeous” he smirks, his arms snaking their way around my hips, my own laced around his neck. I roll my eyes at him; i’m literally wearing a pink silk robe with curlers in my hair and he’s saying i look gorgeous. “You’re either being really sweet or really sarcastic, I can’t tell” i mutter. He throws his head back, laughing. “You always look beautiful, Y/n” He compliments again. He leans in to kiss me but i place my hand over his mouth, his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“kisses” He whines and pokes out his bottom lip in a very child-like way. “Nope, no kisses until later!” I laugh and push him off of me. He keeps his lips pouted but respects my wishes. “Go on then, leave me” He says, clutching his heart in, being VERY dramatic. I blow him a kiss and he acts like he catches and places it on his heart.

I feel a lot better now, he has that effect on me. I happily return to the room, looking back every once in a while to find Harry still standing there with his friend, only he’s no longer paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he watches me until I close the room door behind me.

adore you (you're lovely)

ADORE YOU (YOU’RE LOVELY) — and i adore you, too. i’ve been thinking that your love is kind of special. you should know that i adore you, too! ( adore you, nao ft. abhi//dijon )

REQUEST — the reader used to be ugly and archie bullied you. then, after summer break, you totally glo up and are now super hot, and he apologizes.

WORD COUNT — 1.6k

NOTES — i did tweak this request a little bit, simply because i don’t see riverdale!archie being a bully—i think it’s even a little ooc for comics!archie—so i opted for archie sort of ignoring the reader. also, i refrained from specifying a gender since there wasn’t one mentioned in the request. thank you so much for trusting me to write your idea, and i hope this was fluffy enough for you. i felt like it would be kinda rushed to make them kiss in this? i don’t know, but enjoy. ( requests: open )

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That's Distracting!

Summary: Maybe it was the fact that he refused to leave that one fact off the profile that his friends set up for him. Maybe it was that he didn’t want to lie about her. Still, his plan is to come in, cancel the date, and leave.
Plans apparently change. 

A/N: Inspired by this gifset (and some of the tag replies with fic ideas - though I did go in a different direction). Happy birthday, @emoussie​ (sorry I’m late!) ❤️

pre-Derek/Stiles || G || ~1400w || AO3

It feels like it’s been forever since he’s done this, and like he should’ve known it was going to go badly. He isn’t even sure why he let Erica and Isaac talk him out of deleting the profile they set up for him. What he understands even less is why he looked at it, or why he clicked on that one profile that caught his eye.

Derek huffs in frustration as he weaves through the crowds in the mall and heads towards the food court. It seemed like a good idea the night before, a public place, open and safe, somewhere that provided an easy way out. Now, he’s wondering if it won’t be a little too easy. Not for him, but…

He spots the messy brown hair as soon as he leaves the elevator, and he also sees the brown eyes below the hair widen in surprise. They’re what attracted him to the profile in the first place, and his breath catches now that he sees them in person, even brighter and more attractive than in the photo.

“Derek?”

It’s odd to have a voice to match the face, and he only manages to nod in confirmation.

“Wow, you're…”

“I’m sorry,” Derek interrupts. “I should’ve just messaged you, but I don’t know if you’d check the app this close to the meeting…”

He huffs when he feels the kick against his hip. The carrier is digging into his shoulders in a way that’s both familiar and unsettling.

“Who’s this?” Stiles asks, eyes straying from Derek’s face to the baby strapped to Derek’s chest.

The question is simple and so sincere that Derek doesn’t think twice before replying automatically.

“Lia, my daughter,” he says, his hand coming up to catch her flailing arm before she hits him in the face.

It wouldn’t be her first time.

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anonymous asked:

okay so i don't have a complete prompt or anything but could you write something really fluffy and really sweet? can just be a little blurb, i don't care. i've just been reading so much angst lately it's lowkey making me depressed. so idk something cute with maybe harry's family it as well? could be something as simple as meeting his family for the first time(: thank you love you're the best

Family Dinner

In which Harry soothes your nerves about meeting his family.


You’ve been up for hours, since long before the sun rose, making yourself busy, straightening up around the flat. When you and Harry made plans to have his family over for dinner, your heart had jumped in your chest, just as it has every time the thought of tonight has slipped into your mind since. Today, however, there is a constant thrumming, an uncomfortable, jittery feeling that makes your hands shake and your head dizzy.

“Mornin’, love.”

You shriek when you feel arms wrap around your waist, doubling over and away from the warm body behind you.

“Oi!” Harry pulls you back into his chest, locking you in his hold and pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. “’S jus’ me, Y/N, chill out.”

“Sorry,” you whisper, attempting to catch your breath.

“Are yeh all righ’?” He loosens his arms and allows you to turn around. “Can feel your heart beatin’ through your back.”

“I’m fine.” You slip out of his arms and return to the dishes you’d been washing, scrubbing at a plate until your fingers begin to ache. You don’t even realize Harry’s left the room until he returns and you feel his presence in the doorway.

“Love, how long yeh been up?”

You glance over at him where he’s leaned against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest, crease formed between his eyebrows. His eyes are curious, watching you closely.

“A while,” you answer quietly, turning back to the sink and rinsing the plate in your hands and setting it off to the side for drying.

“Baby.” He says it with a sigh. You dry your hands off and turn to face him.

“What?”

“Yeh’ve cleaned the whole place.” He steps toward you and smooths his thumb over your forehead, pressing out the lines that have set in there. “Yeh nervous, angel?”

Your gaze falls to his feet, socked and cozy against the kitchen floor. You heart had begun to calm, but now it picks up speed again as thoughts of tonight flood your mind once more.

“Oi, look a’ me.” He pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger to lift your head, staring down straight into your eyes. Your chest warms, heart lifting again, but this time not with nerves. “’S gonna be fine. They’re gonna love yeh, everythin’ about yeh.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Do, too. They’re gonna love yeh b’cause I love yeh, and b’cause yeh have exactly no flaws fo’ ‘em to pick out.”

Harry’s lips slot gently over yours in a kiss that you can feel in every nerve, soothing you with all of the confidence he feels. His hands cup your jaw and he presses his forehead to yours after a moment, freshly brushed breath fanning over your face. You take a deep breath, hands closing around the sides of his loose t-shirt.

“Yeh’ll be jus’ fine. Migh’ even have some fun.” He rubs his thumbs back and forth along your cheeks, nudging your nose with his. You’re amazed at how easily just a few touches and some words from him can put your mind at ease.

“I’ll even hold your hand under the table ‘f yeh need me to.”

You giggle at him and he grins, pecking your lips again.

“There’s m’girl.”

anonymous asked:

Can I request a fluffy mini fic with Saeran X MC where Saeyoung wont let him outside even though he just wants to look at the sky so MC decides to buy him a star projector so they can watch the stars together

Admin Ri loves Saeran <3 Gosh, I hope this is good enough…?

And to all you readers, thank you for your continued support~!

–R.I.


Artificial Stars, Real Feelings [Saeran x MC]

Note: I thought that it would be more fitting here if MC and Saeran were not dating yet!!

Saeran was sulking quietly on the living room couch, hugging his knees to his chest. You’d just come home from a coffee shop, and you were surprised to see a ball of gloom upon entering your shared apartment with Saeyoung and Saeran.

“Saeran~? What’s wrong?” you cheerily greet him, hoping to spread some positive feelings to him.

Instead, he only dully directed his gaze towards you, his furrowed eyebrows indicating his irritation. “Saeyoung’s being an asshole,” he mumbled, diverting his gaze towards the floor. “He doesn’t trust me to go outside.”

From inside his computer room, Saeyoung shouted out, “I do trust you, I’m just worried!”

Well. Saeyoung had every reason to be paranoid. The last time he’d let his twin brother out of his sight, Saeran ended up bleaching his hair, getting tattoos and joining a freaky cult organization.

It sure sounds funny now, but Saeyoung had believed his brother was living a safe, normal, let me say it again for emphasis, NORMAL life. He’d sacrificed his own youth in hopes that his brother would be protected, and his sacrifice had been for naught. Now, he just felt constantly worried about Saeran, and refused to let him go out of the apartment. Saeyoung installed a new security system where the doors would automatically lock if Saeran attempted to go outside, and it would require a passcode (which changed at random) to unlock and disable the system even temporarily.

Saeran was already used to being restricted of his liberty. By his mother. By Mint Eye. And now, by Saeyoung. That’s why he hadn’t expected to mind it too much– everything he could possibly need was inside the apartment. Ice cream, Honey Buddha Chips, wi-fi, MC… but he really, really wanted to see the stars.

He wanted to be free—and even if he couldn’t, he wanted to feel free. Looking at the vast sky, full of glittering stars that were millions of lightyears away made him feel free. He desperately wanted to see them, twinkling in the night sky with all their might, no matter how weak their light was, still holding onto their radiance.

To Saeran, the stars were beautiful. Looking at them from the inside of a window wasn’t enough for him to see their true beauty. He’d begged and begged Saeyoung to go outside for hours prior to your return home, and now he was left to sulk because he’d been rejected.

After listening to his reasoning, you came up with an idea. “Wait here, okay?!” you told him, a spark of excitement in your eyes.

Saeran cast a curious glance at you as you left the apartment… even though she just came back? He wondered. What is she up to…?

In less than 10 minutes, the door swung open again, with you panting heavily as you held up something in your hands, a wide smile on your face.

“This! This is a realistic star projector that V introduced to me before! The quality is amazing…” you explained as you started setting it up. Pausing, you turned to look at him, “I know that these aren’t real stars either… but I hope you won’t mind watching with me?”

Your sweet actions made him blush lightly, and he used the sleeve of his sweater to cover part of his face so you couldn’t see it. His cheeks were tinted red, and his entire expression had softened into a happy look as he nodded, afraid that his voice would come out weird if he spoke now. His heart was racing, and his chest felt like it was being squeezed, but in a pleasant way.

She’s adorable, he thought to himself as he watched you gather pillows and blankets into the center of the living room. God… What did I ever do to deserve her? She’s so thoughtful and considerate of me… I really… really love her.

Almost as if you could hear his thoughts, you suddenly beamed at him as you beckoned him to lay down beside you in your newly constructed pillow fort. “Saeran~! Come here!! We’ll be safe from the evil 707 here!” you exclaimed, grinning childishly.

Saeran laughed, covering his mouth to muffle the sound. He sat beside you, and lay his head on one of the stacked pillows to his comfort.

“I’m gonna turn off the lights now, okay?” you called out as you switched off the lights.

The artificial stars suddenly illuminated the room, twinkling everywhere. It was more like a hologram than a projector—the stars were 3D, and they didn’t just illuminate the walls and ceilings! They were in the middle of the room, and Saeran could reach out to touch them.

His breath was held as he took in the awe-inspiring display. You were right, the quality IS amazing… He could feel tears well up in his eyes. He’d been so disappointed by Saeyoung’s rejections to let him outside earlier, and you’d just turned his entire day around, just like that.

“MC…” he murmured, turning onto his side as he stared at you, his eyes gentle. “Thank you so much,” he whispered, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Anything for you…” you whispered in reply, smiling in delight that he appreciated your efforts.

“In that case… can I hug you?” He sounded so vulnerable asking this, almost desperate, as if he thought you would deny his request.

“Oh… o-okay,” you agreed, cheeks burning up in a rosy pink. Luckily, it was dark in the room, and he couldn’t see how his words had affected you.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you securely. God, it felt so… natural. You subconsciously leaned in, savouring the sensation of his affectionate touch.

Wasn’t this bordering the lines of friendship…? Did Saeran possibly… like you?

You had no idea, but for now, you just savoured the sweet moment you two were sharing.

anonymous asked:

So I heard you're Mexican ayeee If you haven't, would you mind doing a RFA Reaction to finding out MC is a Latina? And she's always cooking Mexican food and speaking Spanish to them~ But also not afraid to throw a chancla at them if they do something super stupid.

Lmaoooooo I love this request thank you whoever sent this ask ily~ - Admin Abby
(Also a chancla is like a sandal cx)

Yoosung

• He is like rlly impressed with your Spanish
• tbh the only words he learned in Spanish are ‘Te Amo~’ bc he wants to be all slick
• but when he says it he gets all embarrassed and it comes out in stutters
• he loves Mexican food
• he prefers Mexican rice over white rice now omfg since you make it with every meal
• he begs you to teach him how to cook Mexican food!!
• Once he forgot to clean the house and when you got home it was a huge mess
• of course he was stuck on the computer playing LOLOL
• outta nowhere a chancla goes flying into the back of his head
• “ No te dije que limpiaras?????”
• he’s just like ????
• he can’t understand what you’re saying but he knows ur pissed
• haha you bet a few chancla have been thrown at him lmaoooo

Zen

• he’s finds it hot asf
• he’s like mmmm call me papi
• asdfgghjk just kidding cx
• but like he finds it hella hot when you talk Spanish to him!!!
• His fav Mexican food I think would be Pozole Verde
• he attempts to learn Spanish but he probably gives up bc it’s too hard lmaooo
• you caught him smoking when he had promised you he would quit!!!!!
• BAM! A CHANCLA HIT HIM STRAIGHT IN THE FACE
• “ Estúpido, dijiste que dejarías de fumar!”
• he’s like “… yeah”
• you got even more mad and launched another chancla at his face
• he threw his cigs away
• and you gave him apology kisses bc you felt sorry afterwards

Jumin

• He loves you no matter what ur race is!!!
• Omfg this babe learned Spanish for you
• He’ll try to have a conversation with you and it so adorable
• You get high key offended when he thinks all you eat is tacos??
• He once dressed up Elizabeth in a sombrero
• You were like ???
• A chancla was thrown at his face.
• He didn’t dress her up like that again

Jaehee
• She loves flan and pan dulce
• Her fav is Churros
• She sells Mexican sweets and candy at the bakery~
• She’ll celebrate Cino De Mayo with you bc she’s an angel
• She loves when you speak Spanish and like she is so captivated by you
• She turns all red when you talk to her in Spanish
• I don’t think you’d ever throw a chancla at her tbh she’s too precious

Seven

• Omfg if ur Mexican u must know the songs Tragos Amargos or Suavemente or El Sonidito lmaoooo
• You know he plays those on repeat cx
• He tries to attempt to do the Payso del Rodeo line dance but he can’t keep up when it gets hella fast and he always bumps into people
• He’s loves tamales tbh
• He also loves Mexican chips
• Omfg I feel like he’d love elotes bc those are bomb
• Once he dressed up like a chola and was like
• ‘Look! I’m Mexican~’
• You like were like
• BOI
• *throws 5000000 chanclas at his face*
• “I-It was just a joke MC..”

diego luna films i've seen rated by his moments in them
  • Y Tu Mama Tambien: He is a main character and in almost every scene. Wow. You see so much, possibly TOO much of Diego, so watch out if you're a minor or just don't like sexual scenes in films. Definite gay vibes with co-star played by childhood best friend Gael García Bernal. There's a wonderful and powerful confrontation scene between the two men around an hour in, Diego's acting is WOAH. And everyone thought he was the ugly one, we were so wrong. AND SO MUCH SPANISH. The phrase 'no mames' is uttered approximately 178 times. 9/10
  • Frida: Salma Hayek plays artist Frida Kahlo in this unique film. Diego plays her young lover Alex in the beginning of the movie; they have sex in a closet at some point, wild. Their relationship is cut short after a tragic bus accident which leaves Frida crippled. He brings her flowers and they break up, and Diego's role is finished. But I just had to keep watching because of how special the cinematography of this film is! The bus accident is so well directed it blew my mind. I don't know enough about Frida Kahlo to know how accurate this film was, but it was certainly a once-in-a-lifetime experience. But since this is a list about Diego, low points ought to be given. He really isn't in this movie a lot. Let's see, 2/10.
  • Havana Nights: A true cinematic treasure. Also known as the worst movie you will ever see and you will love every second of it. Bad script, zero plot - but Diego does his best and fucking nails every moment in this film, carries it on his back. Apparently no one told him that he was supposed to act robotic, so everything he does is sweet and natural and he makes it look easy. All the while dancing himself into Castro-era Cuba, which he does SO well that Jonathan Jackson, who is supposed to be his romantic rival, actually seems TURNED ON whenever he sees Diego dance. Nice. Sweaty group-dance sequences, cutish one-liners. Actually makes out with dance partner Romola Garai in front of her PARENTS, after a very erotic dance routine, like how savage. 10/10
  • The Terminal: Diego plays airport employee who befriends Tom Hanks, and probably charms the pants off him, because he is wonderful in this secondary role. During the 2 hours of this film, all he wears is a jumpsuit/uniform and makes it look like a fashion statement. Has quite a lot of one-on-one scenes with The Tom Hanks himself, and is in love with Zoe Saldana, which is sweet, if not a bit generic chasing the girl type of thing. There's a scene where he absent-mindedly starts speaking Spanish to Tom Hanks who of course doesn't understand him, and Diego's very very cute about it. LO AND BEHOLD: one hour in, he changes into a suit while pouring Catherine Zeta-Jones too much wine. A breathtaking moment. 6/10
  • Mister Lonely: A very strange film about celebrity imitators. Diego plays a Michael Jackson impersonator in the film, his voice and looks imitating the singer and dancer. The movie introduces us to a surreal world of people living the lives of the famous people they dress up as, blurring the line between impersonating and becoming. He's rather in the center in the first and last bit of the movie, but the focus shifts in the middle with the story of "Marilyn" and "Charlie Chaplin". This film is a true risk-taker, which means it's not for the masses. Very thought-provoking though! 7/10
  • Milk: Diego plays Sean Penn's gay lover, and he's only in this movie for a short period of time. Kind of mentally unstable in this role, he tells Sean Penn he loves him without actually knowing what his name is. The movie deals with gay rights and is set in the 1970s, resulting in everyone having funny hair. This is an important LGBT film, but I hate Sean Penn, so there you have it. He is admittedly a skilled actor though. However, the lack of Diego in the majority of this film has to mean low points. 3/10
  • Rudo y Cursi: Another Diego-Gael movie. This time, it's about football. This is an excellent and very sad film set in Mexico that discusses the world of professional football playing. Diego is very different both in looks and in character from how he is in his other films - it's like he's a different person! That says a lot about his acting skills really. This film is also in Spanish, Diego shouts a lot (and very well too) and calls everyone 'chinga' and 'güey'. 8/10
  • The Book of Life: What a film! This animated feature has Diego portray main character Manolo Sanchez and makes you swoon basically. Since he's present in voice-acting only, you don't get to see his pretty face, BUT his voice is gorgeous both in speaking and in singing. A lot of songs are sung by Diego in this movie, and it's so so good. The Apology Song made me cry. Fun fact: Zoe Saldana is once again a love interest to Diego in this film, and their duet No Matter Where You Are is short but earth-shattering. 9/10
  • Casanova: Yep, Diego plays Giacomo Casanova in this TV movie, so you get the idea. It's about Casanova starting over in Paris, but things do not go well. Diego is very charming and rather authentic as Casanova. He makes out with women and climbs on rooftops in heels. Lots of close-ups to his face, I approve. However, this film confuses me. It's set in France, yet people speak with a British accent, except for Diego of course, who speaks with a Mexican accent BOTH in English and in Italian. The latter bothered me a bit, seeing as he is supposed to be a native Italian. All that aside, his performance is overall lovely. This film also has nice cinematography and a pretty solid script. Lots and lots of Diego seducing not-so-innocent maidens. 10/10
  • Rogue One: The greatest movie you will ever see. Diego has the role he deserves as he steals all our hearts as Captain Cassian Andor. You guys know the scene he gets all wet in the rain and then loads his gun on the ship? Sign me up. Warning: you WILL cry. 100/10

anonymous asked:

Hello! May I ask for how would the RFA+V+Unknown (if you're okay with writing about those two) about being in love with MC but she's engaged to her hot, childhood bestfriend. But MC is engaged not due to being in love but rather it's like to protect the bestfriend from gold diggers, naturally the friend said no but MC insisted since the poor friend is always being chased by gold diggers. How would they react before and after finding out the truth. Feel free to make it fluffy or funny. Thanks!

I’ll give it a try! I really hope you like it. ^^’

Ø  ~~~YOOSUNG~~~

  • Kicked puppy.
  • He loves you so freaking much, and he tries to let you know through disconcerting yet sweet messages about you being his “princess in shining armor.”
  • My man Yoosung got the spirit. He a little confused, but he got the spirit.
  • You had to politely decline, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen something so adorable and saddening in your life.
  • He called you straightaway, and… was he crying?
  • Oh my god please no
  • You tried to console him, and listened as his voice slowly stopped trembling. There were a few sniffles here and there, but he seemed okay enough to talk.
  • This is when you explained why you were engaged in the first place.
  • He laughed. You were joking, right? One big joke on Yoosung! Ha ha ha!
  • “Yoosung, I’m serious.”
  • “…”
  • “That’s the reason? So you don’t really want to be with them, right?”
  • Well… Honestly, you had taken a liking to Yoosung. He was always there when you needed him.
  • So, maybe it would be better to end the engagement? After all, you should be with someone that you have feelings for in the long run, right?
  • You hang up after saying your goodbyes and immediately call your friend to explain what is going on.
  • Friend is 100% okay with you choosing your own way. They want to be with someone they love too, and while you were a good friend, they did not want to spend the rest of their lives with you as an intimate partner.
  • You were better off friends.
  • When you tell Yoosung about calling off the engagement because of your feelings for him, his soul exits his body.
  • He is so happy!!!!!!!!!! And so are you~.

Ø  ~~~ZEN~~~

  • eNGAGED??? Wtf wtf wha t th e h e l l
  • You knew he had feelings for you, so you had to finally come clean about your engagement.
  • He was spamming the chat with incoherent phrases and shocked Zen emojis, completely baffled and fuming.
  • You found it hysterical, you horrible person.
  • You calmed him down, saying the engagement was more of an arrangement so that your friend wouldn’t have to deal with people tryna pinch their pennies.
  • “What!? So you aren’t even in love?! You should marry someone you love!”
  • like me
  • You found Zen completely charming, but your friend’s happiness was on the line.
  • But so was yours. And so was Zen’s. And your friend didn’t even really want to go through with it. So, what do you do in a situation like this?
  • You make your damn self happy. That’s what.
  • You never thought you would actually love someone. But here Zen was in all his majestic glory.
  • You’ll explain it to your friend, and they will understand. (And secretly be grateful that you gave up the act. They will be fine without such extreme measures, and they want you to be happy as well.)
  • Call off that engagement, girl! Tell the world your feelings! Get you some ZEN!

Ø  ~~~JAEHEE~~~

  • Your engagement came up in conversation one day.
  • Jaehee was shocked. She tried to hide the disappointment on her face as you talked about it over a cup of coffee.
  • You explained the terms of the engagement, then made mention of having feelings for someone else and not knowing what to do about it. She perked up.
  • “You should tell your fiancée how you feel. I’m sure they will understand.”
  • “But what if the one I love doesn’t feel the same…? Wouldn’t it be a mistake to call it off when I have no idea how you feel abo—–”
  • Shit what
  • Jaehee nearly spits out her coffee. She covers her mouth and looks at you.
  • “M-me?”
  • Well, you have to come clean now. With a flushed face, you confess your feelings. Crazily enough, she reciprocates.
  • You choke. Baehee has feelings for me too?!
  • Sorry friend, looks like the engagement is going to have to stop!
  • The friend is relieved, and very happy you found someone you truly love~
  • Next time you and Jaehee go out for coffee, you can officially call it a date!

Ø  ~~~JUMIN~~~

  • He will never admit it, but he is thoroughly upset.
  • You two had met up after the party, and he invited you to have some wine at his place for celebration!
  • You really liked him, and you got the vibe he was interested in you, though you could never properly gauge his feelings. He was always so stoic, yet very gentle and kind towards you in particular.
  • When he placed a hand on yours, you flinched back. This wasn’t right… You had to tell him.
  • Hearing your confession, Jumin froze.
  • His eyes narrowed and locked on you, like a predator staring down its prey.
  • “No, I mean, I like you! You’re the one I want! But it’s just… I’m only doing this to make these women stop prying for his money! I just can’t—“
  • You are silenced.
  • Jumin had pressed his lips onto yours, and he was not letting up.
  • He wrapped his arms around you, wanting you, needing you, claiming you.
  • You melted into the kiss; damn it just felt so right.
  • When he finally pulled away, you stared at him in a daze.
  • “Jumin…”
  • “MC, I want you to tell your fiancée that you cannot go through with the engagement.”
  • You couldn’t help but feel extremely hot at the way he looked at you, the way he spoke, desiring to possess you. You’d never had anyone want you like this.
  • In a spellbound stupor, you wrap your arms around his neck.
  • “I’ll tell him, Jumin… I want to be yours…”

Ø  ~~~SEVEN~~~

  • It was no secret to Seven that you were engaged. His “background checks” were more than enough to give him this information.
  • But it sure didn’t stop him from falling for you.
  • Everyone in RFA could tell that Seven had a thing for you, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit it firsthand because of your engagement.
  • And he never thought he could compete with someone like that.
  • Your fiancée was effin’ gorgeous. His insecurities were set on fire every time he thought of it! And of course, Seven just loves to suffer, so he occasionally constantly snooped through your fiancée’s records, photographs, and social media.
  • He even considered hacking into your fiancée’s bank account out of spite, but of course he would never stoop that low. Especially since it would affect you.
  • He knew your current fiancée would be better for you than he would be. It was a sad truth.
  • After so many urges by RFA members for you and Seven to be together, you admitted to everyone that you were engaged and explained the situation.
  • Seven was shocked. So you didn’t love your fiancée…?
  • Was there still a chance, then…?
  • He couldn’t bring himself to ask.
  • He was torn. He loved you and wanted you desperately. But it was better this way, if you were never put in danger because of his feelings. If you never knew the truth…
  • He encouraged the engagement, through clenched teeth and sleepless nights.
  • But it was okay, because you were safe…And that was the best thing he could ever do for someone he loves.
  • I’m so sorry I just couldn’t see how this one would end well sdkjfsdl

Ø  ~~~V~~~

  • “Oh…”
  • Poor gentle cornflower.
  • You could see the agony on his face. He was crazy in love with you, and everyone knew it.
  • He was not subtle. He gifted you with fresh flowers, photographs, and other “beautiful things that reminded him of you.”
  • He was so sweet, and you felt horrible for putting him in this situation.
  • “V… I wish things were different…”
  • But, couldn’t they be different? All you had to do was call off the engagement, and run into V’s arms.
  • You knew he would be the best husband, completely and utterly devoted without a shred of doubt.
  • You would be happy with V. But what about your friend?
  • “It’s okay… I suppose it just wasn’t meant to be.” He smiled halfheartedly, digging deeper into the hole in your heart.
  • Don’t you deserve to be happy? Doesn’t V deserve to be happy? Is marrying out of sheer concern the right thing to do?
  • You pondered your options for a few days, and then finally decided what you needed.
  • “V. I’ll be with you. I’ll always want to be with you.”
  • He is silent for a moment before speaking.
  • “Aren’t you to marry your fiancée?”
  • “V…” You smile and take his hands in yours.
  • “I choose you.”

Ø  ~~~UNKNOWN/SAERAN~~~

  • “No.”
  • “Saeran! Just let me explain!”
  • NO.”
  • He looked like he was ready to explode, fists and teeth clenched tightly, face red.
  • Boi was pissed.
  • “I’ve loved you since the day we met! He could never love you like I do! Why him?!
  • He backed you into a corner, eyes usually the color of the sky are now darkened, menacing.
  • “WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON’T?!”
  • “L-Listen to me, Saeran. He and I aren’t… We don’t feel that way about each other.”
  • “THEN WHY?!”
  • You’re nearly trembling, and he notices. He backs away, regret all over his face. He realizes he has a problem with his anger, he’s really trying to fix it.
  • He is in love with you, wants you more than anything in this filthy world.
  • “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… You just make everything so bright… You make the world worth living in, and I—I can’t accept that this light belongs to someone else.”
  • He desperately wants to console you, caress your cheek, hold you, but he is afraid of himself. He is afraid to touch something so fragile and beautiful. He can’t let himself corrupt you.
  • He looks like he’s about to break down, no no no please no.
  • You forget yourself and throw your arms around him, nuzzling your face into his neck.
  • He freezes, his breathing stops, as if a single gust of air would shatter you into pieces.
  • “Saeran… I did it to protect him. I don’t love him, not like I love you.”
  • His heart nearly stops. A confession?
  • Gently, he brings his arms up to curl around you, pulling you in closely.
  • “Would you give him up for me? Would you be with me, MC?”
  • You tighten your hold on him. You’ve known the answer to this question for a long time.
  • “Yes. A thousand times, yes.”

anonymous asked:

hi!! how are you?? your writing is incredible!! i was wondering if you could do a scenario where jungkook falls for a very very shy girl?? or a drabble about what jungkook dating a shy girl would be like?? i'm a very shy jungkook stan so i always imagine what it's like for him to date someone shyer than himself. thank you!! i hope you're having a good day!! xx

and i hope you’ll like my writing too, knowing that rose truly was a lil bit gifted (lmao she’ll kill me). i chose to do a list type of thing because i’m not good with drabbles or scenarios. i might try to do a tiny drabble later, though. :3
i hope you enjoy this, anonie~

(it’s kind of short, sorry for that e_e)


JUNGKOOK DATING SOMEONE SHY

  • first of all, only god knows how you two got together because he’s also a shy bean-
  • wait
  • what’s that sound…? 
  • oh
  • oh nO
  • NO NO NO IT’S 👏 COCKY 😫 NOCHU 👏 😧 COMING THRU 👄👄👄 GOTTA BLAST 👋👋 👅💦💦💦 💥🏃🏃
  • ok i’m sorry
  • but really though, jungkook is a dipshit and the fact that you are shy would make his ego jump over the roof. someone should put him down that’s why i want him to get a confident girlfriend/boyfriend
  • but yeah back to the drabble
  • first of all (for real this time) jeon jungkook will tease the hell out of you
  • and not cute teasing
  • but annoying and stupid teasing
  • and sometimes he will hurt you by teasing you too much, but it’s okay, jungkook is also very sweet and caring, so he will comfort you and cuddle you and tell you cute things and he won’t tease you for a long time
  • i’m already weak hold me
  • enjoys watching you blush, so will do anything to witness you blushing
  • he will do things like “oh wow look at smol/tol you lemme just get real close so that i can look down at you/see if we are at eye level hah”
  • i hope god is on your side because the smirking galore is literally never ending and you might pass out 
  • i would pass out 
  • he??? smirks every time he catches you looking at him??? AND EVEN BEFORE HE TURNS TO LOOK AT YOU BC HE’S THE GOLDEN MAKNAE AND FEELS AND KNOWS EVERYTHING 
  • (i hate him)
  • will subtly try to feel you up in public and whispers dirty stuff in ur year and then laugh at flustered you (ONLY IF YOU’RE OK WITH THAT OF COURSE) 
  • if you were very shy outside too, don’t worry. he’ll order for you stuff and also pay :)
  • i’m in actual pain jesus christ 
  • he will find you cute nonetheless because he finds your shyness adorable and the faces you pull make his day and he’s fucking lame and whipped 
  • will make you tiny gifts just so he can see your reaction 
  • hopes that you will get over that shy state but doesn’t mind if you don’t
  • introduces you to his friends and when you act all cute he’s literally ‘awww'ing and pulling you into a side-hug, all bunny smile and shit 
  • if you are a smol he will stand tall when you want to kiss him that jerk 
  • if you are a toll then he would run away from you (like, in a playful way. probably wants you to see how shyness looks like idk he’s lame)
  • he’s melting for you anyway, doesn’t matter if you’re tol or smol, because you are so cute he thinks his heart will explode or implode or both when you act all shy and stuff and sometimes he wants to tell you that your cuteness makes his heart do the thing but even if he’s cocky nochu, he’s also shy 
  • like, he would convince you to cuddle, and when he pulled you closed you made this tiny giggle or hid your face in his chest or something and wow he’s in fucking lovE
  • don’t get me wrong 
  • he’ll be cocky like 80% of the day 
  • BUT I’M STILL NOT OVER THAT CUDDLING IMAGE FML 
  • but he’s also sweet like 5% and memey 15% 
  • so he’s forgiven 
  • btw you either get that killer smirk or that big big big bunny smile but it’s good anyway i guess
  • god, please love him i swear he loves you even if he acts like an asshole he’s super cute and scared so protect that tiny lil human bean

sorry for being so aggressive but i get full of emotions when i write about kook and i wanna explode bc bruh he’s perfect wtf

~ admin alexa

anonymous asked:

Can you beliave that Isak and Even didn't get out of bed before half past 12 and were just lying next to each other too cosy to get up and just breath lazily and Even got on his elbows and all at once started kissing Isak's face with like hundert of kissies and Isak held his neck and laugh bc "Even what are you doing?Stop it." And Even kissed corner of his lips and looked in his eyes"You stop being so cute then I might stop" And Isak rolled his eyes bc Even you are such a sap and reached tokiss

OH GOD ANON. YES THIS TOTALLY HAPPENED.

even always showers isak with compliments bc he loves him so much and isak pretends to hate it but you know him, he’s melting inside

like just this morning they were awake, but like you said they obviously didn’t want to get up (they have been unpacking boxes for 4 days okay, give them a break) so they’re just laying in bed, on their sides, facing each other. they’re talking about their first impressions of each other because isak loves to hear about even noticing first (which is still. unbelievable to him) and even loves how it makes isak blush, so he asks “what did you think when you first saw me?”

“i don’t know. probably that you were hot or something” isak smiles and it feels so good to be able to compliment even so openly, because he deserves it and isak may be bad at many things but he will be good at making even happy if it’s the last thing he does. also he is hot, so. “what about you? what was your first thought when you saw me?”

even pretends to think about it for a while, scratching his chin and everything, just to see isak roll his eyes and giggle at him. finally, he looks back at isak “i thought you were the most beautiful person that i had ever seen”

and isak (through a very impressive blush) huffs and makes an annoyed noise “do you have to be such a sap all the time?” he tries to keep up the annoyed front but even’s smile is brighter than the sun and it is so fucking contagious

“you love it!” even starts peppering kisses all over isak’s face, on his neck and that tickles okay, that’s the only reason isak is giggling like an idiot right now

“i don’t, i hate it” that statement holds absolutely no weight when paired with the goofy lovey smile isak is sure he has on his face right now, but he honestly could not care less

to be fair, the look of even’s face is at least as ridiculous, but, isak has no doubt, a million times more beautiful. he doesn’t have a lot of time to admire it before even is leaning down and kissing his lips. it’s short and sweet and soft and god, isak is so fucking in love

when they part even whispers “i love you” really quietly, isak is still in awe of how soft even always is with him and he feels like such a doofus because he really cannot help the huge smile that’s taking over his face right now (if he tried, that is, which he isn’t), he can’t manage more than a whispered “i love you” back

he doesn’t really mind being a doofus for even, he thinks. in fact, he’s pretty sure there is no part of him he wouldn’t show even.

hiiiii ✨ i know i’ve been posting a lot of writing this week, but i hope you don’t mind one more. in my head, this is set five years in the future. maybe this will be a thing? if i can make myself actually follow through on what i’m picturing for it lol


Saturday, 19:53

For dinner, Even has made lasagna. It’s probably a new recipe, Isak thinks. Even has been marathoning Iron Chef all the last week, and that always seems to bring out the urge to recipe-hunt in him. It’s not anything Isak is going to complain about.

“Do you like the sauce?” Even says, of course right as Isak is shoveling a steaming forkful of pasta and cheese into his mouth. It burns a little, from the size of the bite and how fast he tries to chew, and he winces even as he nods.

“What’d you put in it this time?” he asks, mouth still half-full.

“A splash of vodka, a little red pepper.”

“Spicy,” Isak says, exaggerated and in English. Even grins. “It’s good, though, really. Really good.”

“It still needs something. I think I might try making the pasta next time.”

“Like. From scratch?”

“Yeah,” Even says, stretching the tail end a bit in a clear how else?

“Oh. Cool, I didn’t know you could.”

“Like, in general, or me specifically?”

“Uh, both?”

“How have you survived 22 years?”

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