this is just a big version of one i did yesterday

vernon; the boy next door (m)

genre/warnings: fluff/romance/smut, flangst, adorkableness, use of non-penetrative sex toys, (not so) dry humping

word count:  14737

feat: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, Joshua, Jeonghan + various 

prompts: roommate!Vernon, silliness, cuddles, mac n’cheese = love 

(a/n) my birthday project for my muse. thank you for everything vern:) and kisses for @vernkn​ who gifed my soft sweater vernon aesthetic. enjoy!

She loved Joshua Hong.

When she was so graciously offered to live in her aunt’s vacation penthouse close to her university of choice, the only catch was that she had to pay some of the bills. Completely fair, because it was a kind enough gesture to give away a freshly furnished space to a niece you barely talked to. Luckily, there was enough room for another guest, enough to split the rent.

So in comes the savior of her life, brother from another mother, Joshua Hong, decked out in sandy beige Sperry’s and ironed white jeans. Fresh from South California, he wore their sunshine on his smile, and their attitude in his Cheshire eyes. He was attending the same university as well, and was conveniently looking for a means to stay. Needless to say, she pounced on him at orientation before he could ask anyone else.

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The Transfer

The Transfer (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: language, angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: You’re a sophomore in college who always runs away from relationships. That is until you meets Jung Hoseok, the South Korean transfer who shows you what a relationship can be. Although you know it’s wrong since he’s your best friends Jimin’s new roommate.

(Again this is my old story from my Wattpad (5sos version on there) but I wanted a Hoseok story and to finish this one.) Plus I was listening to Selena Gomez’s song, Bad Liar and yeah.

Parts: two


“Kook?” you yelled threw the apartment. You waited until he answered, “Yes Puddin’?” He yelled back.

“Do you need me to wash any clothes for you? I have a little more room in the washer!”

“Yes, one second!” You heard him shuffle in his room grabbing his hamper. He walked through the den and kitchen to the laundry room. “Thank you, Puddin’.”

“You know Jimin called me Puddin’ the other day,” you said taking his clothes out and sticking them into the washing machine.

“That’s my nickname for you!” He pouted, leaning against the door frame.

It was true, ever since sixth grade. You never wanted anyone to call you by your name for some reason. You thought it might have been some teen rebellion thing. So when you came to school one day with a Harley Quinn shirt on Jungkook took that as the chance to call you puddin’ and it just stuck. You two had been best friends since and now you were in college together. It was your sophomore year at the University and you loved it. Your parents had also found the two of you an apartment close to the school, so you could “stick together,” as your parents called it. They always thought you two would end up together but you two were too close for that. You loved Jungkook but you could never be in love with him.

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J2 NashCon 2017 Main Panel
  • Crowd starts singing Happy Birthday to Jensen. Jensen: It’s not my birthday!
  • Crowd is yelling: Show us the hair! Jensen *points to his own head* it’s all here. Enjoy.
  • Jared: The next time I see y’all I’ll have a daughter. Jensen: *points and laughs*
  • J2 are enjoying the swivel chairs lol. 
  • Jared: I’ll have a baby girl. Jensen: She’ll have two older brothers. Jared: True. And an uncle close by <3 
  • The boys are cracking each other up :)
  • Jensen slowly pulls off Jared’s beanie, smells it, and pretends to pass out :P
  • Best birthday/holiday gift? Jensen: this con.
  • Playing Dean WInchester has given Jensen brothers, friends, a life he only dreamed of and he’s very grateful. 
  • If Mary hadn’t died, Jensen says that Dean wouldn’t be a monster hunter. He’d be hunting the ladies. 
  • Jared makes “Mary Had a Little Lamb” jokes.
  • Jared says he enjoyed Sam having powers. It’s been fun to play different versions of Sam. Soulless!Sam was his favorite. Jensen: Yeah, he was a truckload of fun, that guy.
  • Jensen would have liked to explore Purgatory!Dean more. Jared jokes he wants an entire season of Purgatory!Dean so he can have days off.
  • The screen behind them keeps freezing and it’s cracking them up. They are very amused and are loving playing with the screen lol.  
  • Jared starts reciting Pi. 
  • Boys are asked what they are obsessed with and Jared brought up Kaleo. Jared: We’re big fans of music. Jensen: music festivals. 
  • Jensen: I have to get into an athletic stance before I sneeze.
  • Jared: It took Genevieve awhile to get used to my extreme sneezes. 
  • WinchesterBros: This panel is mainly Jared and Jensen being funny with each other and it’s awesome :)
  • Jared pinches Jensen on the screen. Jared: It’s fun to watch. Jensen: No it’s not!
  • After playing these characters for so long do you think you’ll have separation anxiety when SPN ends? Jared: Yes. Jensen agrees. Jared: I like Sam a lot so he’ll be missed.
  • Jensen says he and Jared still enjoy telling this story. They’ll continue the show as long as that lasts. 
  • Acting advice? Jensen: Be confident but gracious and be resilient. Jared: Do it because you love it, not for money or fame.
  • Any adventures: Jared: I like seeing homesteads and farms; we would take road trips when I was younger.
  • J2 talk about their Jack Daniel’s distillery tour yesterday again, and how they were giggling about the bungholes. Jared: They said the word bunghole a lot and it made me laugh. Jensen: And then I started laughing and it descends into chaos. 
  • Jensen: Tour guide would stop and give us the look so we then tried to keep getting him to say the word lol. 
  • How many miles are on the Impala? Jensen says he can answer that: I don’t know. Jared laughs: That’s not an answer! “I got it! I don’t know.” Jensen says that they have put a new engine into the number one hero Impala. Lot of parts that have been replaced, not an original. 
  • Jared fell out of his chair onstage. He was laughing so hard it fell but he’s fine lol. 
  • What’re your fears? Jared: Bears. It’s not funny it’s legit! What’s the point of them? They’re big! Jensen: So are you! You live in Austin where bears run rampant. Jared: That’s true. Jensen says he doesn’t understand the point of mosquitoes. Jared: They’re tiny! Jensen: But what’s the point of them? Jared: Bears and mosquitoes haha. 
  • Fan has a deep southern accent so Jared replies with same accent. 
  • Jensen says his new fear is Jared doing an accent lol. Jensen starts listing off accents for Jared to do. Challenges him to do Boston, New York and Chicago accents, then moves onto Minnesota, Australia, and Scottish accents; Jensen is cracking up and so is Billy. 
  • Jared says bunghole. Jensen cannot stop laughing. Jensen: When Jared laughs, I can’t help laughing, too. It just goes on and on, we feed off each other.
  • Jensen at one point walked off stage; when he came back he realized he was bleeding on his finger but doesn’t know how it happened; fan handed him a tissue. 
  • How did they cross the Canadian border with a trunk full of weapons? Jensen: Well we had Jody with us?
  • Jensen says Christo didn’t work as well as he wanted it to so that’s why Dean never uses it. Jensen reminds fans who have recently watched or binge-watched that older eps are fresh for fans, where it has been 12 years ago for he and Jared lol. 
  • Now Jensen says bunghole to Jared and Jared starts giggling again. 
  • Fan asks if they’ve ever been to Loretta, Kentucky at the bourbon trail. Jensen: My father and mother-in-law were. 
  • Jensen says he and brother-in-law, Gino, started The Family Business Beer company after a friend who had brew system gave it to Jensen. Building is going up now and should open this summer. They named it that because everyone involved with it are family members. 
  • What if Sam had died in the pilot and was just Dean’s imaginary friend? Jensen says it wouldn’t be an imaginary friend because Sam would have existed at some point before he died. Said he would be haunted by Sam’s ghost “but a friendly ghost, like Casper” and Jensen puts his hand on Jared’s shoulder :P
  • Last question: How do they think show should end? Jensen: leave it open…for a movie… says he doesn’t think there’s an ideal ending for SPN but would like it to be left open. Jared says he thinks Sam and Dean have to die at the end. But not anytime soon! If they’re still alive they’re still hunting. Fan calls out that they could die of old age, boys laugh. Jensen: We’re getting there! 

Info via: Fangasm, WinchesterBros, Sonya, Adina, KamilaSil’s livetweet list

THE THINGS IN THE PROPER WAY

Originally posted by kate-kami


GIF BY: @/kate-kami

PROMP: you and Chris have been best friends for years, but the jealousy can bring a lot of things out.

PAIRING; Christoffer Schistad x reader

WARNINGS; none.

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‘’Earth calls y/n’’

Eva’s voice interrupted the stream of your thoughts.

‘’Eva, sorry, I was not listening’’

You apologize a bit embarrassed, you were very distracted. Christoffer Schistad was staring at you from the other side of the room, his eyes fixed on your figure, his lips curved in a smirk, typical of him. You had been his best friend for years by now, but something was in the air in the last period and you were dying to find out what was that.

‘’Too busy talking with your best friend, I don’t know how you two can do this’’

Eva was staring at Chris too, the drink in her hands almost finished and her lipstick on the edge of the glass.

‘’Do what?’’

You asked while pushing a boy definitely too drunk away from you. The room was filled with people, the pre-drinks at William’s place were always crowded and loud, and you loved it.

‘’Are you fucking kidding me, y/n? You two speak each other with your eyes, everybody can see it’’

Said Eva, her eyes fixed on you. Before you could answer, someone touched your shoulder.

‘’Plus, William is included in this strange magic’’

Said Vilde, taking part in the conversation, you just shrugged your shoulders but a smile appeared on your face. It was true, you couldn’t deny it: you, Chris and William were a trio, an unbreakable bounding had been connecting the three of you for years, you were simply best friends.
You were their age and, when the boys started to invite Eva’s group to the parties, you immediately became friend with them.
In that moment, William attracted your attention: he was smiling at you vividly while Noora was dancing with him. You smiled back, knowing what he meant: he was happy to show you that, finally, he managed to make Noora his girlfriend. You couldn’t be more satisfied with that, you were well aware of how much your best friend wanted to be with that amazing girl so you soon started to ship them.
You turned your face toward Chris and he was still staring at you, his hair a bit messy and a beer in his left hand; he moved his head in a way to make you understand that he wanted you to go to him. Before you could take a step, someone spilled a cold drink on your leg. You turned around with all the intentions of yelling at that idiot but what you saw made you stop: and handsome boy, probably younger than you, with blue eyes was staring at you and looking not so sorry.

‘’I’m so clumsy, my apologies’’

Said the boy putting a hand on his chest, his voice woke you up from the surprise.

‘’Don’t worry, it’s not a big deal’’

You said with your flirty voice. It was not hard for you, to get what you wanted. Being the boys’ best friend it was quite usual to be with the Penetrators for you, so you just learned all the tricks to be a fuckgirl. Someone in school also used to say that you were a female version of Chris, but, unlike him, you never used to be presumptuous about it.

‘’How can I make amend?’’

Asked the boy, you faked a shy smile but you took his hand and started to walk away from the people.

‘’Y/n!’’

Chris’ voice made you turn while you were on the stairs; you looked the boy at your left and then you smiled in triumph at your best friend. He inspired and then nodded, he seemed quite disappointed. You were so confused by his reaction that you almost had the temptation to go to him and ask what the hell was going on, but the boy you were with started to walk toward an empty room.

‘’Shall we?’’

He asked with a mesmerizing smile, you smiled back and he took it as a ‘yes’. William’s room was almost your room because of the great amount of time you had spent in it, watching movies and talking with him and Chris.
Chris. His face was all you kept thinking about during all the time that the boy kissed you, your body pushed against the wall and his hands on your ass. He was a good kisser, nothing to say about it, but you were not involved.
‘y/n, what is wrong with you?!’ You yelled at yourself internally while the boy was torturing your neck with bites and kisses.

‘’Stop’’

You couldn’t handle it any longer; the boy stopped kissing you and looked at you in disbelief and confusion.

‘’I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well, to much alcohol’’

You lied, he shook his head.

‘’I thought you were the biggest fuckgirl in town’’

He said, disappointment and irritation in his voice, you almost laughed, you knew how to deal with the assholes; you pushed him back, opened the door and, before leaving the room, you turned toward him with your most polite smile.

‘’My dear, I’m just not interested in fucking you’’

You said, he didn’t say a word while you were coming back to the party. Your eyes were searching for your best friend. The party was almost at the end, the house was quite empty and people were too high or drunk to even talk.

‘’Will, have you seen Chris?’’

You asked to him, your best friend gave a quick look around and then looked at you.

‘’He probably left, he said he was tired’’

He answered, you nodded and hugged him, was time to go for you too.

‘’I can drive you home’’

Offered William, you freed yourself from the embrace and gave him a kiss on his check.

‘’Don’t worry, Jacob said that he will drive me.’’

You reassured him, Jacob was one of the Penetrators boys you were closer with, even if you used to get along with them all.
While you were saying goodnight to the girls and Jacob was driving you home you couldn’t stop thinking that Chris seemed so strange that night, you tried to keep him away from your mind but it was practically impossible.

THE NEXT MORNING.

‘’Chris’’

You called your best friend at the end of the school day, he seemed to be in rush.

‘’y/n’’

He answered turning to you, his voice was quite bored.

‘’You left yesterday’’

You said carefully, you knew how complicated was to make Chris talk about his feelings, his problems… making him open up was practically a mission, every time that something was wrong you and William had to give him space and be patient.

‘’I was tired, I still am’’

He said running his hand through his hair, you bit your lower lips, you knew he was lying.

‘’Chris, are you coming?’

William’s voice made him turn left and you saw it: on his neck there was a big purple hickey.
In spite of the fact that you had no right to feel jealous, that’s how you felt in that moment. You were constantly informed about the sexual life of the boys, you also used to help them with the girls when they were not that good, you experienced the birth of the Penetrators and you never felt like this. Chris was sleeping around and William either, period, that was the normal condition; but in that moment, you felt like someone else touched something you wanted to call yours.
You couldn’t resist and you touched it, retiring your hand a second after that. This contact made him look at you.

‘’Yes, I imagine that you must be very tired’’

You said sarcastically, your voice lower than how you planned it to be; he rolled his eyes, he seemed more sorry than bothered.

‘’Why are you acting so strange? You have always talked to me about the girls you screw as I’ve always told you about the boys I hook up with, why did you lie?’’

You were staying calm, of course you were; it was a bad idea to yell at Chris, you had learned it by seeing him when he was mad at his friends, he was not a tempered person.

‘’I just needed a distraction’’

He said biting his lips, he was holding back.

‘’First of all, you don’t have to give me explanations, the girls you sleep with are none of my business. Second, distraction from what?’’

You asked, your voice suddenly full of rage and your hands gesture matching your words. He seemed to be so in conflict with himself, a thousand of thoughts crossing his mind, then he gave up.

‘’A distraction from you’’

He admitted, his left hand covering his mouth, he looked so tired and sad. You opened your eyes and looked at him in total surprise.

‘’Chris… d-does this mean what I think?’’

You asked hesitating, you wanted to be sure. He nodded and made a step forward, now you were closer.

‘’I’m not good with this shit, you know that, y/n, but I suppose I have feelings for you. Yesterday night, when you arrived you were so stunning I just wanted to kiss you. When I called you I wanted to tell you the truth, I was tired of looking at you from the other side of the room and wanting you without having the possibility to have you. Then you went upstairs with that boy, I just could not handle it. A girl kissed me randomly and I decided to bring her home, but all I could think about was you. I’m sorry, really.’’

It took a moment to you to assimilate all of the new information, then a big smile lighted your face up. You thought you had never saw Chris in that way, but you wanted to kiss him so bad in that moment.

‘’I know, I screwed up our friendship, I..’’

He couldn’t finish his sentence because you were kissing him. You never expected to feel such a rush of adrenaline while kissing Christoffer Schistad, but your heart was beating so fast you were scared he could feel it. Chris was nothing like you imagined: he was calm, his hands were delicate and his touch cautious, like you were something precious. You crossed your hands behind his neck and ran your finger through his hair, your lips opening and letting his tongue in. Suddenly, the kiss became more desperate, more passionate. He moved his hands on your hips, caressing them under your t-shirt, you felt shivering going down your back and attached your body to his, you wanted more.

‘’Okay, I suppose I can leave, then’’

William said from his car, he was laughing. Chris interrupted the kiss and turned his head toward his best friend.

‘’Bye, William’’

He said, his voice bothered and amused at the same time. He turned and looked at you, you smiled on his lips and waved at William while he was leaving. You caressed his check, your body still close to his.

‘’I wasn’t expecting that’’

He said smirking, you rolled your eyes but you were still smiling at him.

‘’So, Penetrator Chris has a heart’’

You said touching his chest under his hoodie, he smiled and looked at you so intensively that you felt like he was undressing you with his eyes.

‘’Don’t try to ruin my reputation, babe’’

He said giving you a quick kiss on your neck, you closed your eyes and moved your head back to make him continue that.

‘’God, we already are at the part where you call me babe’’

You teased him touching the back of his head; he stopped kissing your neck and looked at you.

‘’y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend. No games with you, no tricks.’’

He said in a serious tone, you almost were surprised to hear this voice, you never saw him like this before.

‘’I feel flattered by the offer, I shall think about it’’

You answered trying to stay serious; he smiled and brushed his lips on yours, his hands were still on your hips.

‘’Sure?’’

He asked softly biting your lower lip, the look of triumph in his eyes while you gave up.

‘’Okay Christoffer, you can call me babe from now on, I’m definitely your girlfriend’’

You answered; he smiled vividly and touched your hair. Before he could kiss you again, you stopped him.

‘’Chris, I wanted to tell you, I didn’t sleep with that boy, I couldn’t stop thinking about you yesterday’’

You confessed, your checks going a little red while he looked at you in total relief.

‘’That’s better, I’m the only one allowed to make you feel pleasure’’

He said, his eyes filled with lust. You gave him a smirk and slowly touched his neck.

‘’I can’t wait for that’’

You teased him with your hands running down his chest. He looked at you, his lips barely touching yours and he said.

‘’Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long, but I want to do the things in the proper way’’

He caressed your left check and gently brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, you looked at him, the curiosity shining all over your face’s expression.

‘’So, what’s your next move?’’

You asked laughing a bit and looking at him in his eyes, he smiled before asking you:

‘’Y/n, will you go on a date with me?’’

You laughed in surprise, your eyes wild open and your stomach already upside-down because of the happiness.

‘’Really? Christoffer Schistad inviting a girl on a proper date?’’

You teased him, there was no meanness in your voice, just sarcasm and pleasurable surprise. He took your hands in his while smiling and intensely looked into your eyes before saying in the most serious tone:

‘’You have no idea of the things I would do for you, y/n y/s’’

❝ ░ ADVENTURE TIME; STARTER SENTENCES.

  • ❛ Everything ahead of us is totally unknown. ❜
  • ❛ Sucking at something is the first step towards being sorta good at something. ❜
  • ❛ Sometimes life is scary and dark. ❜
  • ❛ People get built different. We don’t need to figure it out, we just need to respect it. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t need to feel like I’m waiting to be noticed. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll still be here tomorrow to high five you yesterday, my friend. ❜
  • ❛ Is that where creativity comes from? From sad biz? ❜
  • ❛ No one flicks me in the butt without my consent! ❜
  • ❛ Homies help homies. Always. ❜
  • ❛ You got to focus on what’s real, man. ❜
  • ❛ Responsibility demands sacrifice. ❜
  • ❛ People make mistakes. It’s a part of growing up. ❜
  • ❛ It’s hard to step outside yourself when you are enmeshed with another being. ❜
  • ❛ You contain the soul memory of a million dead stars. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t you always call sweatpants ‘give up on life pants,’ _____? ❜
  • ❛ Something weird might just be something familiar viewed from a different angle. ❜
  • ❛ Mathematical! ❜
  • ❛ Whoa! Algebraic! ❜
  • ❛ I’ll slay anything that’s evil. That’s my deal! ❜
  • ❛ I’m not righteous. I’m wrong-teous. Stupid-teous. ❜
  • ❛ I feel radder, faster… more adequate! ❜
  • ❛ Youth culture forever! ❜
  • ❛ Are you gonna smash my skull and breathe my blood mist? ❜
  • ❛ No worms on the bed! ❜
  • ❛ Get ready for an uppercut, you dog! ❜
  • ❛ Stealing’s wrong, doofus! ❜
  • ❛ Holy stuff! It talked! Wow-cow-chow! ❜
  • ❛ What?! You gotta be flipping kidding me! ❜
  • ❛ I’m no wuss! I’m the hero around these parts! ❜
  • ❛ Eat my sword, _____! ❜
  • ❛ I’m weddy for the wedding. ❜
  • ❛ Heh. Yeah, right. That sounds like idiot talk. ❜
  • ❛ How did you almost know my name? ❜
  • ❛ All aboard the knuckle train to Fist Planet! ❜
  • ❛ Imagination is for turbo-nerds who can’t handle how kick-butt reality is! ❜
  • ❛ That riddle sucks. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll just read this book about pigs. ❜
  • ❛ Everything small is just a small version of something big! I understand everything! ❜
  • ❛ Up, down, left, left, right, right, down, spin, down, up, left, right, left, down, spin, up, down, jump! ❜
  • ❛ Come on, man! That’s pervy! ❜
  • ❛ Easy as childbirth. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, I think I have a crush. ❜
  • ❛ Do the splits, thou milk-livered maggot pie! ❜
  • ❛ Oh crab it to the butternuts, it’s locked! ❜
  • STOP TALKING LIKE A NERD AND GIVE IT TO US STRAIGHT!
  • ❛ I’ve been going foot nude in the shoe and now I got this turbo huge callous. ❜
  • ❛ We’re documenting our creative flow in case we make a break through. ❜
  • ❛ That road you’re on leads to nowhere. ❜
  • ❛ You wanna join my primitive noise band? ❜
  • ❛ Roll the dice, you pay the price. ❜
  • ❛ C'mon bro, taking pain is easy. You just have to imagine that every bruise is a hickey from the Universe. And everyone wants to get with the Universe. ❜
  • ❛ It was weird but I liked it. ❜
  • ❛ Actually, I think I’m beating it back with sheer willpower. ❜
  • ❛ Hey! Crack open that book and read something for fun’s sake, alright? ❜
  • ❛ You know what they remind me of? Well-dressed pickles. ❜
  • ❛ This dolphin fell in love with me! ❜
  • ❛ I’d rather be dancin’ with some babes! ❜
  • ❛ My subconscious must be hungry, huh? ❜
  • ❛ I can’t have you messin’ up my bread and butter, dude. ❜
  • ❛ Heh heh. I can’t take you seriously when you’re singing, man. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, be calmed by my saliva. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not cute, I’ll mess you up. ❜
  • ❛ Dude, let’s kill the horse. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t just read the poetry to understand it, you got to feel it. ❜
  • ❛ Girl, you smell good. Did you take a bath in rainbows and cupcakes? ❜
  • ❛ And what if we turn evil? I’ll have to start wearing cologne. ❜
  • ❛ I love you, everything burrito. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, I’m coming with you… if only to be disruptive and obnoxious! ❜
  • ❛ I dreamed I was in kindergarten again, but I had really big feet, and was also the teacher. ❜
  • ❛ I wish for… a sandwich! ❜
  • ❛ That’s it! The answer was so simple, I was too smart to see it! ❜
  • ❛ I should not have drunk that much tea! ❜
  • ❛ I’d never forgive anybody who did this to me! ❜
  • ❛ Give me a hug, hero. ❜
  • ❛ I never said you had to be perfect! ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, I’m good! Haven’t slept for solid eighty-three hours, but yeah, I’m good. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve seen some stuff that would really make you say 'like what?’ ❜
  • ❛ I’m not mean. I’m a thousand years old, and I just lost track of my moral code. ❜
  • ❛ I wrote this next song about a fisherman. ❜
  • ❛ Vampires can’t beat ghosts. It’s like a rock-paper-scissors thing. ❜
  • ❛ I’m hurting you because I love you. ❜
  • ❛ Yeah, I want you to be proud. I want you to be proud of me! ❜
  • ❛ I am incapable of emotion, but you are making me chafed! ❜
  • ❛ Who wants to play video games? ❜

I Am Spider-Man ;; Peter Parker Soulmate AU

request: but I think you could do a really cool soulmate AU with Peter,,,,but like, with a twist??

A/N: i loooooooove soulmate AU’s so tysfm for requesting this i’m crying on the floor. PS ending may or may not be shitty

summary: peter and his best friend find out they’re soulmate

warnings: mild language and slight angst

;;

“I hate it.”

My tattoo that is. The lady totally did this on purpose, she decided to write a random sentence on my torso’s side instead of the one that had been delivered. She’d probably had enough of my nervous jabbering, but what can she expect? This is 1) my very first tattoo and 2) the words my soulmate will say me. From time to time I’m caught up in disbelief that my soulmate will be saying these words to me. If I ever meet my soulmate, whoever they are, and they say the words inked on my body, I will run in the opposite direction and never look back. My soulmate has to be a major lunatic, and I won’t put up with it.

“Well what does it say?” Ned asks, closing the thick textbook he was reading and focusing his attention on me now.

I scoff and shake my head, placing my hand over the spot it was tattooed on, “Not telling, why would I? That’s how failed marriages occur, ya know?”

Ned laughs, and I smile sheepishly, slowly removing my hand and resting it with my other one on the picnic table. MJ sits next to Ned, reading one of her many one thousand page books, seeming uninterested in the topic of soulmates. I was growing bored as well with the talk of my tattoo, I had gotten so many questions yesterday about it.

Everyone did on their 16th birthday, kind of like the new version of getting your drivers liscence: getting your soulmates words. Of course I got my liscnece first I mean I was dreading going to the tattoo parlor. At least I got to pick out the font it came in. I chose Times New Roman being the essayist I am.

“So, your tattoo?” Peter takes a seat next to me, out of breath from running across campus to meet up with our little group after school. I hear Michelle groan, stating that she wouldn’t be back until a month before getting up to trudge away.

Once she’s out of earshot, I shrug, “Um, yeah.”

Peter turns excitedly, straddling the picnic bench with one leg on either side of the seat, “Come on, how’d it go? I know you won’t tell me what it says, but how was it?”

“Peter,” I chuckle, rolling my eyes and nudging his shoulder softly with my hand, “you know how it goes, you’ve already gotten yours.”

He nods, but pulls me back into the conversation, “Who tatted you? Was his name Jonathan, I got a Jonathan last year.”

I shake my head, grabbing my apple core and walking over to the nearest trash can, Peter follows, “No, her name was Felicity or something. I dunno.”

“Hm, okay.”

“But seriously, Peter,” I toss the apple core away and turn to him, a stern look on my face, “it is the worse ever. Whoever my soulmate is, I am doomed.”

“What do you mean?” Peter let’s out a breathy laugh, following me as I walk back to Ned.

“They’re gonna say the stupidest thing to me, and like, ugh!” I sit down resting my head in my hands, mumbling through my fingertips, “Are there any redo’s?”

“I’m afraid not.” Ned chuckles, his shoulders falling up in down as he laughs.

I pucker my lips to the side and sigh through my nose. Peter placed his hand on my shoulder and I lean into his touch, so soft and warm. Lately we had both been getting closer, in terms of friendship and proximity both. Talking more about normal teenage things like crushes and video games and having less jabber about how to solve number five for homework. Peters hand is removed from my shoulder quickly though as a soft “uh oh” leaves his lips.

“What?” I frown, looking up at him.

“Hope this isn’t your soulmate because the guy headed in our direction always makes sure to say something stupid.” Ned mumbles under his breath, opening his textbook to a random page and pretending to read it.

A finger pokes my shoulder harshly like a child touching a dog for the first time with their jabby little fingers. Slowly, I turn to be greeted by the worst human in mankind I have met so far. Peach fuzz, polo shirt, cocked up eyebrow and all, I come face to face with Flash Tompson.

“Hey, Y/N.” Flash smirks, his voice sounding as if he had spent weeks on trying to make it sound as suave as possible.

“Go away, Flash.” I grumble, my eyes half lidded hoping to make me look as unamused as possible so he can get the message without me having to pronunciate it.

“How was your birthday?” he asks, obviously ignoring the message, “No big party?”

“I didn’t want a big party.” I bluntly state, shrugging my shoulders, “Don’t like them, I don’t really like people with big egos either.”

“Oh, I hate that.” Flash sits next to me, causing me scoot closer to Peter which lead me to be stuck in between a rival sandwich.

Peter scoffs, nodding his head and placing his hand in between my shoulder blades and resting it there comfortably. Flash frowns at the two of us, but continues the conversation none-the-less.

“What about your tattoo? Does it say,” Flash pauses to clear is throat, “Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.”

“Wow Flash,” I fake a gasp, placing a hand on my chest, “I don’t know how to break this to you, but, your not my soulmate and I don’t have blue eyes.”

Peter laughs and Flash squints his eyes, focussing on my own, “Are you sure? Because-“

“Flash,” Peter reaches behind me and sets his hand on Flash’s shoulder, “she has hazel eyes.”

“Leave me alone, Parker.” Flash mutters through gritted teeth, “Well does it say… You know, sweetie, my lips don’t just kiss themselves.”

“Flash stop,” I hold a hand up and shake my head, “you’re getting all of these wrong because I’ve already met my soulmate.”

“What? Who?” Peter and Flash say in unison, a frown set on each one of their features, I peek at Ned who sat across the table from me, trying to cover his grin.

“Yeah,” I nod, looking at Flash, “your dad. I’m so lucky, you know. Mr. Tompson? My soulmate. I’m the luckiest gal alive!”

Flash abruptly stands up and frowns at me, “Not funny, Y/N.”

I watch him storm off, snickering at his reaction, “See you later tonight! Your dad invited me to have dinner!”

Ned, Peter, and I all burst out laughing. We all knew how to push Flash’s buttons, but I was the only one brave enough to push them so often and then have Flash come crawling back. After all, he’s had a crush on me since freshman year, constantly talking to me about stuff I didn’t want to hear and asking me pointless question I didn’t have time to answer. After so long, I just to decided to put up with it and have some fun. I’m surprised he hasn’t caught on yet, we all are.

“Ok, I’ll see you guys later, and maybe see you Saturday at 9:30.” I point to Peter, picking up my books and backpack.

“What? Why?” Peter frowns, a small smile of curiosity finds its way onto his face as I give Ned a quick hug.

Walking over to hug Peter, I grin, “I have a date and let’s hope it goes decently.”

“We shall see.” Peter smiles up at me, his eyes bright and dreamy.

I could’ve swore I could have melted right then and there but, miraculously, I walked steadily over to my bike and pedaled home, only swerving a couple times when my mind drifted off to Peter again.

;;

I didn’t want to show up outside of Peter’s apartment at 9:30, I really didn’t. But, not everything goes my way and I know that, I’ve been told plenty of times from my mother. This had to have been the worst date I have ever been on though, and I knew that before I have to leave so I could get home before curfew, my eye makeup I had worked so hard on to impress my date would be smeared and runny.

Peter opens the door and I immediately pull him into a hug, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist as I pressed my forehead into his shoulder. I felt his arms wrap around my small frame, his hand rubbing up and down my spine in a way to soothe me.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffle into his t-shirt covered chest, “it was awful.”

“May!” Peter calls, walking us towards his room with me still between his arms, “Y/N and I will be in my room!”

A muffled “Peter Benjamin, I know you’re responsible but you’re also going through hormonal changes so please make good decisions!” responds and I can feel Peter get hotter as I chuckle lightly at May’s choice of words.

We make it to his room and he closes the door behind him before leading us to the bottom bunk of his bed. I kick of my sneakers and drop my purse next to them before laying down on the wrinkled bedsheets. Peter follows, wrapping his arms securely around me again, and pulling me into his chest. With my ear against his chest, I listen to his steady breaths as he inhales and exhales.

“So,” Peter sighs, smoothing our my hair, “wanna tell me what happened?”

“We went to the movies.” I mumble, playing with the fabric on his sleeve.

“Oh, we’re already off to a bad start.” Peter says, I can hear the smirk in his voice.

“And he tried to talk during the movie and, you know me, that’s my biggest pet peeve.”

“Horrible, just awful.” Peter pushes the hair off my shoulder and placed his hand on it, rubbing back and forth with his thumb.

“He doesn’t put butter on his popcorn!” I groan, snuggling closer to him.

“What?!” Peter gasps, craning his neck to look down at me.

I laugh a little, looking up at my best friend with the warm eyes. Nodding I reply, “Yeah! And guess who ends up paying for it?”

“No.” Peter frowns, puckering his lips in disgust.

“Yep,” I roll my eyes, twist the fabric of his shirt between my fingertips, “me. I pay for his popcorn that doesn’t even taste good.”

“Let me know his adress and trust me, I’ll swing down there and web him up.” Peter says casually, eyes widening at the words that just left his lips.

I lift my head up before getting into an upward position, “What?” I chuckle, a confused frown set on my face, “Web him up? Peter what are you-“

“I am Spider-Man.” Peters blurts, his face red with embarrassment.

Now it’s my turn for my eyes to grow wide. I scoot away from him, in total shock. My hand places itself over my tattoo, clutching the material of my shirt. My mouth hangs open and I stay frozen. Was this actually happening?

“Please say something, Y/N.” Peters eyebrows tilt upward, placing his hands on his knees, “Do something, do anything.”

My breaths are uneven and my palms are sweaty. Quickly, I raise from his bed trying to find my balance. He sits on the edge as I wobble on my feet, legs feeling like jelly. His face is full of worry, biting his lip out of nervousness. I fiddle with hem off my shirt before pulling it over my head.

“Y/N! What the fuck?” Peter slaps his hands over his eyes to the block the view of my chest only being covered by my bra.

“Peter!” I laugh, lifting the side of my bra up to expose the ink underneath it, “Peter Parker, open your eyes now!”

I grab the wrist of one of his hands and yank it away from his eyes. Slowly, he opens one, peeking at my body. My finger points at the tattoo. His other hand drops to his lap as his lips part, staring at the ink mesmerized. Lifting his hand, he traces the skin with his cold fingertips.

“Oh my God.” he laughs, a grin forming on his lips that reach forward and press a kiss to the skin saying I am Spider-Man. He stands up and lifts his own shirt, showing me his torso, “You probably don’t remember but, you said this to me a couple days after my 16th.”

I smile, looking at the words across the side of his rib cage. Scoffing, I shake my head and place my fingertips over my smile, “I didn’t actually say that, did I?”

“Yeah, you did. I’m pretty sure you were slap happy.” He smirks, patting the sentence reading What if he had spaghetti noodles instead of hair? He places his hands on my waist and pulls me near, “So, since we’re soulmates, I can do this, right?”

Slowly he leans in and presses his lips against mine. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms behind his neck, lifting my foot in the air. Hesitantly, and regretfully so, we pull away and stare at each other in awe.

A smile finds it’s way onto my lips before saying, “So, you’re Spider-Man and my soulmate?”

4

Everybody knows you as an Ice Queen. And a bunch of fuckboys made it their daily entertainment to come to the café and watch how you ditch yet another guy, trying to hit on you. But one day, they make a bet. 

 [part 4]

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After I answered a question yesterday about the possibility of Medic (or any other TF2 character) being a psychopath, I got to thinking about what might actually be the deal with these guys. Obviously, they’re abnormal, but I don’t like writing off weird characters as just being crazy and/or stupid.

I dug into what I understand about the characters—the core mercs as well as the Administrator and Miss Pauling—and came up with this run-down of how I think they might be diagnosed if evaluated by a modern psychiatrist.

A disclaimer! First off, please take all my conjecture with a big ol’ grain of salt. I’m not claiming to be an authority on either psychiatry or neurology, and this is just my personal interpretation of the characters. It’s fine if you don’t agree! Also, I want to be clear that I mean no disrespect to anyone who might have any of the conditions I mention. I hope my tone comes off as respectful and not exploitative.

One last thing. I feel like this should go without saying, but just in case: DON’T USE THIS LIST AS A WAY TO DIAGNOSE YOURSELF. If I mention something that strikes a chord with you, by all means research it, but talk to a professional if you seriously suspect you might have a mental issue. I am NOT a professional!

Now that all that hemming and hawing is out of the way…


Scout

Not to rely on stereotypes, but I think ADHD is likely. His impulsivity, hyperactivity, and need for stimulation are strong indicators. He also has a tendency to self-medicate with massive amounts of caffeine and sugar from all the soda he drinks. Oh, and it’s been pretty heavily suggested that Scout is dyslexic, which I believe to be the case.

Soldier

It’s pretty much directly stated in the comics that he has brain damage, resulting in delusions and cognitive impairment that border on dementia. (Think Gary Busey post-motorcycle accident.) The comics suggest he was brain damaged by lead poisoning in the water, but I’m certain he had preexisting problems from old head trauma. That helmet has an important function!

On top of that, I think Soldier’s a good candidate for Tourette Syndrome, but I don’t mean the coprolalia version you see in TV and movies, where someone involuntarily shouts obscenities. He commonly has sudden verbal outbursts (”MAGGOTS!”) and physical tics (saluting, marching, etc.) that manifest in his drill sergeant persona.

Pyro

Oh, boy. Okay. Pyro is a hell of a puzzle, and I could go on for pages, but I’ll boil it down to what I think is most likely. Of course, they exhibit pyromania, but possibly also synesthesia?

One possibility is an “eccentric” mood disorder that manifests as a loss of contact with reality, among other symptoms. That would be either Schizotypal Personality Disorder or full-blown Schizophrenia. The distorted Pyroland version of the world fits this really well, and it’s possible that it might be a chronic thing, with Pyro constantly filtering the world through their delusions.

The other likely possibility is some sort of Temporal Lobe Epilepsy, where seizures in a focal part of the brain yank Pyro out of reality without sending them into the physical convulsions you associate with general epilepsy. This would suggest that Pyro does touch base with reality but gets “transported to Pyroland,” instead of living there all the time.

Demoman

This one is easy. Demo’s a severe alcoholic, to the degree that stopping drinking cold turkey would probably kill him. In the comics, his body even rejects normal food and drink because it’s learned to get energy just from booze, and his body, in times of withdrawal, can make its own alcohol supply, which an actual real thing. It’s called Auto-Brewery Syndrome, where microbes in the gut can convert carbs into ethanol. Demo must just have the most advanced case of it in human history!

Heavy

He seems completely neurotypical to me, aside from the hints of both psychopathy and PTSD that come with being a mercenary. I do think he used to have problems from sleep apnea, but some surgery cleared that up. Now he just snores like a chainsaw. (Yes, I know sleep apnea isn’t a mental condition.)

Engineer

I suspect, but I’m not certain, that he may be in the very high-functioning part of the Autism Spectrum, with savant-like qualities. Maybe he got his 11 PhDs and abilities as a human calculator just from being driven and extremely intelligent, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he were wired differently. If it is the case, he’s learned to compensate incredibly well in his interpersonal behavior. That Texan charm is a pretty effective tool for putting people at ease, I bet.

Medic

Like I said before, I don’t like simply labeling characters as “crazy.” Yeah, he’s got the mad scientist thing going on, but I think that stems from Bipolar Disorder. Specifically, I believe Medic has type I, which is what people usually think of when they imagine bipolar behavior: extended periods of elevated mood (or hypomania) punctuated with full manic episodes, which can take on psychotic features. There may or may not be periods of depression. He doesn’t seem to swing that way, but it’s possible.

He’s DEFINITELY a self-medicator. I mean, duh. Huffing Medi-Gun fumes and a bit of drinking probably help to calm him down when he gets too high-strung. I doubt he takes pills for it, e.g. lithium or anti-convulsants, because of the high likelihood of side-effects. I could see him doing some DIY ECT, though. Getting too unstable? A few brain zaps, and he’s right as rain!

Bonus fact! Did you know that a German term to call someone insane is to say that they “have a bird”? It might come from folklore about insane people literally having bird familiars living in their heads, or it might be something like calling someone a “crazy cat lady,” where people who keep birds will talk to them too much and seem a bit off. Just thought that was interesting!

Sniper

I personally believe he probably has some Agoraphobia. Not to a debilitating degree, but he hates being stuck in what feel like insecure places. It’s actually a symptom of Avoidant Personality Disorder, which I think is pretty likely for him. It’s thought to result from feeling abandoned and alienated by other people at a young age. (*cough*orphanedbybirthparentsandraisedinAustralia*cough*) In addition to agoraphobia, signs include self-imposed social isolation, emotional distance, mistrust, and an inferiority complex. If he does have APD, he’s integrated it neatly into his occupation, where distance is a good thing.

Spy

Similar to Heavy, he seems pretty neurotypical to me. It’s possible that he had some similar issues to Scout when he was younger, but if so, he’s learned to compensate. He does exhibit the most psychopathic traits of all the mercs, but like I said before, I don’t believe any of them are actually true psychopaths.

Administrator

Classic megalomaniac! She’s got textbook Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Everything about the way she presents herself screams narcissism: grandiosity, a thirst for power, arrogance, a sense of entitlement, lack of empathy, and extremely manipulative behavior. Maybe she has good reasons for her narcissism, like being an 150-year-old supervillain, but I digress.

Miss Pauling

Poor thing. I’ve mentioned it before, but my pet theory is that the Administrator broke down her original personality and built it back up to make her a useful pawn, capable of appearing very unassuming and responsible while performing cold-blooded acts of violence guilt-free. She’s a perfect tool, with limited freewill and no room in her mind for cognitive dissonance to slip in. To her, I imagine it feels like living with with Depersonalization Disorder, where either the world around her or her own actions take on an unreal quality as a way of shielding her mind from the nasty parts of her job, but on the outside, the effect is seamless.

I hate you │7

Originally Posted by jeonsshi

summary:  You can’t hold back your feelings for the fuckboy and neither can he.
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
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The softness of the blanket hugged your whole body, making you sink deeper into the warm mattress. You didn’t remember the last time your bed felt so comfortable. The feeling was quite strange, but comforting at the same time, helping you forget about what had happened the day before, not that you remembered much of it. You stretched out your body and slowly opened your eyes.

“What the fuck?”-no wonder the bed was so comfy, that’s because it wasn’t yours, just like the blanket you were wrapped up in, or the room you were so happy to wake up in just a few seconds ago. What happened, why were you here, who brought you? All the questions were wandering in your brain, not remaining on a single topic for a long period of time.

“Okay, breathe, Y/N, just breathe”-you tried to calm yourself down, while carefully looking around the room. You didn’t want to make any sound, to make yourself present just in case that someone who brought you here was still in the apartment.

You took off the blanket, causing the sudden shame and embarrassment to stiffen your body, at the sight of the only remaining clothes you were wearing: a black lace underwear and a baggy white T-shirt that didn’t belong to you. You sighed heavily, covering your mouth from shock and once again looked around just to see a glass of water and a piece of paper lying on top of the nightstand:

Take the pill for your headache, I’m gone for the groceries. Don’t leave before I get back, we need to talk-Jungkook

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The “Exchange” Program #2

Originally posted by pjmjjk

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Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/n: Please give me feedback it helps me a LOT


“Really? Poohbear?” he sighed.

First you were confused at the sudden mention of the cute character then it hit you, it literally hit you. You felt the slight cold breeze hit your lower exposed butt cheeks realising that you had just flashed the poor boy.

“Seriously you never fail to entertain me, kitten” he chuckled letting go of your hips.

You scurried off of him and ran to your room leaving him in a chuckling mess, you looked in the mirror and silently cussed to yourself.

“Of all days you had to wear underwear that looked like it belonged to a child” you whispered quickly getting changed into sweats and climbing into your bed grabbing the silver laptop and opening Netflix.

Clicking on the familiar show, you slowly felt your eyes get droopy and heavy. Before you knew you it you were out like a nightlight.


“C’mon you idiot, wake up!” 

You heard a raspy voice yell at you, you felt your sides being shook making you open your eyes to see Jungkook staring at you furiously.

“What!?” you groaned sitting up.

“Your bitch ass cat pissed on my bed whilst I was sleeping!!” he shouted angrily.

Looking at your laptop you realised you had missed two episodes of the show show you were currently binging, groaning to yourself you swung your legs out of your bed and slipped on your slippers.

“Crap, I missed two episodes” you groaned out to him.

“Your cat literally pissed on my face and you’re worried about your stupid show!?” His remark made you burst out into laughter.

“Wait…Fifi actually pissed on your…face?” you laughed pointed at him.

“Ha Ha its all jokes till you get pissed on” he snickered, pushing you into his room


Cleaning up the mess that your cat made, Jungkook collapsed onto his bed. You scratched Fifi on the head and praised her for her actions.

“You’re praising her? After what she did to me?” he questioned.

“Yes, yes I a-” you were cut of by feeling something wet being thrown on your face. You peeled off the paper towel to realise it was the towel you had used to wipe Fifi’s piss.

“YOU FREAK!!!” You shouted throwing the towel on the floor and running to the shared bathroom.

“Not so fun now is it?” Jungkook snickered folding his arms and heading back to his bed.

“Ew Ew Ew”


You opened the door to your car and buckled your seat belt waiting for Jungkook, you were not having a good day. You woke up two hours before you usually do, there was no more coffee since your dad drank it all yesterday and it was the fist day of school.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” he said as he climbed into the passengers seat.

“Trust me when I say this, you don’t want to mess with me” you retorted, driving off in the direction of your school.

“You drive like my granny” he remarked, sticking his leg up on the dashboard of the car. You reached over and shoved his leg off of it and smiled at him.

 “I’m sorry but is there anyway for you to not be a total pain in the ass?” He put both of his legs up on the dashboard.

“I don’t think thats possible poohbear”

You glared at him because of the sudden use of the nick name that will forever haunt you.

“Can we pretend that never happened?” you pleaded parking the car into the school car park. You looked over to see him exiting the vehicle, you sighed in not getting your answer and got out yourself.


Walking to your locker you spotted your best friend waiting for you, a smile plastered on her face. You see it drop when you reach her, you follow where her eyes are averted to.

I guess he’s going to be a pain in the ass here too.

“Omg” Ally blurts, the smile appearing on her face. Ally wasn’t as intelectual as you were, she was smart and definitely was not one of the burn outs of the year. She was no doubt more popular then you, she was the type to gossip about parties and boys. You didn’t really feel the need to gossip, it was irrelevant to you. She was often asked why she stayed with you, and sometimes you wondered also.

“What?” you asked opening your locker and piled all of your books into it.

“Him. Who is he?” she pointed to Jungkook, watching him intensely as he shoved the black notebooks into the blue locker. You rolled your eyes at the colour of the books.

‘Typical, the bad boy is too bad for colours’ you thought and got out your math text book and English lit note book.

“That is the asshole, also known as Jungkook” you slammed your locker shut.

“He’s my new exchange student, he’s staying with me for a year. Personally it’s too long in my opinion” you smiled at her.

“Hey guys” Mia’s voice rings through your ears, as she gives you and Ally a big smile, she follow’s Ally’s eyes and see what she was staring at. Instantly her mouth gapes a bit.

“Who?” she asks.

“Y/n’s new exchange student. He’s staying for a year” Ally pipes up turning to you and Mia.

“She think’s a year is too much” Ally roles her eyes and smiles at you. 

“What!? Having that hottie living with you for a year is not enough!” Mia shouts causing Ally to laugh and to you frown.

“He’s a complete ass Mia, He threw cat piss on me last night!! Which did not help me sleep at all. There was no coffee, I did not sleep one wink and to top it off HE marked my dashboard in my car!! Do you know how hard it is to get shoe marks off!?!” you shouted at Ally and Mia, causing to get stares from passing students.

You huffed opening your eyes to find Jungkook staring at the three of you, smiling to himself.

“Did he just hear all of that?” you whispered to Ally, she nodded her head and laughed to herself.

“Hey Poohbear” you heard Jungkook laugh, walking towards your friends and you. You saw the girls stand still, afraid to embarrass themselves.

“What?” You huffed the piece of hair that was in your face. 

He grabbed your books and looked at the timetable you had stuck to your laptop cover.

“Hey we have the same classes!” he cheered.

“You’re kidding me? You’re that smart to be AP?” you questioned him, a confused look clearly presented on your face.

“I hope you know apart of being an exchange student, you do have to have good grades” he chuckled lightly to himself. You were speechless.

“C’mon, show me where the classes are” he walked off with your timetable, you ran after him making your friends follow the two of you.

“Why does he call you Poohbear?” Mia asks.

“Long story”


“Alright who can solve this equation?” Mr Clark, spun around on his heel. Your hand instantly shot up.

“Great! A classic showdown, how exciting!?” he clapped his hands clearly feeling ecstatic. You turned to see who you were up against and it was none other then Mr. Bad Boy himself.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” you whispered to yourself, getting up causing the chair to drag out with you.

You got to the board, a red marker in your hand ready to write the answer. You looked over to Jungkook to see a craze look in his eyes.

“And…go!” Mr Clark clapped.

You wrote down your answer faster then lightening…but so did Jungkook.

“Let’s see who takes home the prize” Mr Clark looked at the equations, you smiled to yourself, confident with your answer.

“And the winner is the exchange student!” He shouted.

Everybody hollered and clapped. You’ve never been more embarrassed in your life, you slumped back into your seat. Mia and Ally patting you on the back, you dug your head into your arms wishing the day to be over.


Soon it was lunch. You walked over to where Ally and Mia were, you saw the two familiar boys at your tables. You smiled and ran quickly to the boys.

“Mark!! Jackson!!” You scream, getting taken into Jackson’s arm. “I missed you pup!” Jackson exclaimed hugging you tightly then letting you go to hug Mark.

“I missed you too pup!” Mark shouted lifting you off the ground.

You laughed and sat down with them, you took a bite of your apple and put it down.

“How was China you two?” you asked Mark and Jackson they nodded their heads in unison.

“It was good” Jackson said.

“That’s it? You went to China and that’s all you have to say?” You laugh and sip your orange juice.

Mark laughed, “How were your holidays?” he asked taking a bite of the pizza.

“Oh you know, same old same old. Nothing eventful” you sighed.

“Are you kidding me?” Mia gasped causing Jackson and Mark to turn their heads towards her.

“What?” Jackson pipes

“She got a new exchange student. He’s so hot…and smart too!” Ally pipes up as well.

The door opened to the dining hall showing a handsome man, and you guessed it, it is Jungkook.

All you could hear were giggles and sighs.

“That’s him” Ally announced.

“Thats him!?” Mark exclaims.

“Yeah, Why do you seem so shocked?” You questioned.

“Nothing, it’s just…I know him” Mark whispers to you, leaning closely so only you could hear.

“How do you know him?” you hesitated to ask the question, afraid of the answer that would come.

“Y/n, please be careful around him” Mark warned.

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|| Hello everyone!! I am not sure if on the web there’s around the translation of these two pages, but I bought the volume 10 of Owari no Seraph yesterday and I ADORE THESE THREE TOGETHER INTERACTING so I wanted to share it with you all. I am not a pro translator but I surely have much fun translating things and I did my best to translate them from Italian, asking @littlxlamb’s help too. Sorry in advance for any mistake!

p.s. Nia reminded me that Ferid is actually a prick and he usually calls Yuu “Yuu-chan” like Mika. The Italian version of course completely omits that for Mika too so I added it myself, I wonder if the Japanese version made Ferid say “Yuu-chan” probably yes cause he’s a dick

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Mikaela at 16

Vampires reach their perfection the moment they suck human blood and their growth comes to an end. But, never having some before, Mikaela has grown to his 16 yo. In this volume (the manga) he has finally sucked Yuu’s blood.

Ferid: “Wow… Finally you’ve sucked human’s blood too! Now, yes- youre a real vampire too~”
Mika: “…”
Ferid: “We need to celebrate! From today, it’s as if you had a new birthday right?!”
Mika: “Sorry, would you mind not being so familiar with me when you talk to me?”
Ferid: “No no! We have absolutely to discuss about how we’re going to celebrate this memorable day! What about having a barbecue? I’ve always wanted to do evening barbecues! Mika have you ever had one?”
Mika: “What the hell is that?”
Ferid: “Good! At this point we don’t gotta do anything else but to start the preparations for the party. Crowley go do groceries!”
Crowley: “Eh? Am I involved too into this?”
Ferid: “Tell the truth, you were there waiting impatiently for your turn huh?!”
Crowley: “Honestly I wasn’t.”
Ferid: “Tsk, don’t deny you were inpatient!”
Crowley: “No, but if you like I can say it to make you happy.”
Mika: “Can I leave?”
Ferid: “Ah let’s go back to our barbecue!”
Mika: “Why are we even talking about this in the first place? Vampires drink only blood right?”
Ferid: “Ah, really?”
Mika: “Why, isn’t it like that?“
Ferid: “You’ve just become a vampire and you already show off like an expert?”
Mika: “…”
Ferid: “My name is Mikaela. I drink only blood. Yes, because I’m a real vampire!”
Mika: “Okay, I am going to kill you now.”
Crowley: “Leave it be, if you take him seriously and react he’ll never stop.”
Ferid: “Sigh, now besides jokes…”
Mika: “What jokes?”
Crowley: “Don’t respond! Don’t do it!”
Ferid: “You already know a novel saga has begun which describes the world of us vampires, until now shrouded in mystery, right?”
Mika: “…”
Ferid: “Didn’t you know it?”
Mika: “What are you talking about?”
Ferid: “Of Owari no Seraph - Kyuketsuki Mikaela no Monogatari (Seraph of the end: The Story of Vampire Mikaela). There’s even your name in the title!”
Mika: “My name?”
Ferid: “However, the reason why your name appears in the title it’s a secret. It’s a totally new saga which reveals one of the biggest mysteries of Seraph of the End, and Crowley and I appear too. Didn’t you know it?”
Mika: “No…”
Crowley: “What would it be this big secret?”
Ferid: “Obviously, how I bacame a charismatic cook of sushi.”
Mika: “I’m leaving, bye.”
Ferid: “ha ha ha”
Crowley: “He left. Sigh! So, what is it about this novel saga?”
Ferid: “There’s even the story about you, of the time when you were still human!”
Crowley: “Oooh!”
Ferid: “Also, even Yuu-chan makes his own appearance.”
Mika: “Eh?”
Crowley: “You came back fast!”

You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

The Future/(is now)

I can’t believe this is something I saw with my own two eyeballs, because apparently all that’s happened so far wasn’t coincidence, or carelessness - apparently Dabb watched Season 8 and made a deliberate bet with someone - he’d make it gayer, or else. And so here it is, (almost) out of the subtext (Sorry, Dean and You can’t just go dark like that. We didn’t know what happened to you. We were worried. That’s not okay and I needed to come back here with a win for you and We’re just better together and I’d like that and THE TAAAAAAAPE). Honest to God, I think I read twenty versions of that fight yesterday as people scrambled to write pre-codas out of nerves and excitement, and they were all magnificent and yet, somehow, less shippy and less obvious and less romantic than what actually happened on the show, wtf? And Dean sulking in his room, Cas knocking at his door, hesitating, coming in? 

I swear to God - when Dean called him back, when he started telling Cas all those things - for a second, I actually believed he would yank on Cas’ tie and kiss him, because that’s always, always what happens in that scenario. Or, you know, Dean gets overwhelmed by his own feelings, by how much he’s just showed his hand here, and walks away. That’s also textbook fanfiction, and yeah, so it’s fluff instead of angst, but, come on - this is Supernatural - did anyone doubt it’d be angsty? Let’s just hope in a happy ending, because that Kelly voiceover (I love you. But we won’t ever be together. There is no happy ending for either of us.) gave me the creeps.

And what about the mind control, someone might argue. Mind control, schmind control. That’s like, the number one Prove that you love me forever and ever trope, and even if we’ve seen it before (if simply because Destiel has been built with every single love trope in the book, and, in this case, they used it over and over and over again), we’ve never seen its final form. During the crypt scene, Cas deflected instead of admitting the obvious (let’s be generous: maybe he didn’t know himself), and in the Bunker, Dean just barely managed not to kill Cas, and had to walk away before the Mark overpowered him, so no, that was not a good time either. So this thing we’ve been promised for a while - this My love for you is stronger than time or tide or evil curse - is yet to come, and with the way things are going, I’m feeling pretty optimistic.

Also: however Dean will read this when he wakes up, Cas is choosing love, and he’s choosing free will. He went to Heaven hoping they’d have a way out of this mess so that Sam and Dean would be safe, he stole the Colt so they couldn’t face Dagon and be hurt (which is text, by the way, not subtext), he went against orders because he felt that was the right thing to do (a human feeling, because angels are created for a mission), he stayed away from Sam and Dean to protect them - all of that is unangelic behaviour, and man, Dean and Cas are going to get into so many fights, aren’t they, because Cas learned how to love from Dean, and that means he’s got that same kind of stubborn, maternal, overbearing way to love Dean has, which means lots of I didn’t tell you because I love you and I walked away because I love you and I booped you to sleep because I love you and I really hope Sam’s going to stay out of the way, because there will be a lot of storming through corridors and huffing and outrage and Can you believe that bastard and it will be absolutely glorious.

As for the rest of it - though, to be perfectly honest, I barely noticed a ‘rest of it’ because my eyeballs were glued to the unbelievable Gay Feelfest unfolding in front of me - I’m really happy with it. I’m happy we’re finally talking Big Things again - Could either of you kill an innocent, do our parents determine our destiny, is there such a thing as innate character, and so on - and I’m happy with the insight we were given both in Kelly’s and in Dagon’s minds, and why they do what they do. I loved every scene Cas and Kelly had together, that kind of, We’re not heroes, and we may be worthless, but we’re what’s left vibe, and Cas’ smile when the baby was kicking, and I like where they’re going, how they’ll try to get this pregnancy to term. Sure, this baby’s got a lot against him - he’s Lucifer’s kid (although, we still don’t know who and what Lucifer was before he was forced to carry the Mark), and one of his temper tantrums could possibly destroy the Earth, but, then again, so could a lot of other things - he’s not special (to quote a famous tumblr post). And if we’re going with free will and self-determination of our own destiny, then we should have the courage not to nitpick: everyone should be able to decide for themselves, and this baby is no exception. 

(I mean, think about it. He’s clearly able to give anyone extraordinary powers - he gave Cas enough ammo to take down a bloody Prince of Hell - so he could have chosen anyone as his protector. He could have picked Dagon, he could have stuck with Kelly, he could have chosen any lesser demon or angel or random doctor they’ve been in contact with over the last few weeks - and yet he chose Cas, and Cas - as we’ve known for a while - is the curiosity, the abomination, the miracle: the angel who can love. No, I want to believe we’re headed towards good things here - narratively or otherwise.)

Final point: again, I know it’s not ideal to carry around a nuclear warhead in your belly, but the beginning of this episode gave me heavy The Handmaiden’s flashbacks (superb show, by the way, go watch it), so the fact they’re giving Kelly some kind of choice - that’s uplifting. Because yeah, maybe she’s slightly brainwashed, but this isn’t like any kind of brainwash I’ve ever seen on the show, because both Kelly and Cas are also lucid, completely themselves. They resemble most closely what Dean was like when he lost his memories, and I think now I’m going to go and cry forever at the implications. But hey, at least Cas’ got his own room at the Bunker and Yes, dumbass - we

Let The Sharks Fly

Wtf are titles. 

Supeeeeeeeeer ironic that in the other prompt Keith was the jerk. Oh how the tables turn. or something in those lines. 

Anyways! Ps. I have no shitting clue where this is set on….go wild, dude, could be anything tbh. 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


026. “People are jerks, but not you.” // Klance

“People are jerks, but not you.”

Keith arches an eyebrow at his boyfriend, glaring flatly at him from the other side of the couch, cup of tea still hovering over his lips.

“You called me a ‘dick’ yesterday just because of my Mary Poppins’ comment.”

“A ‘dick’ not a ‘jerk’, there’s a difference.” Lance shrugs. “Besides, you totally deserved it for calling Mary Poppins a cryptid.”

“There’s no real evidence that she –!”

“Keith, babe, concentrate. I’m complaining.”

“When are you not?” Keith scoffs and smirks when Lance squeaks offended, “Okay, fine, let it out, you big baby.”

Lance chuckles softly but it sounds forced and Keith’s stomach turns unpleasantly. His eyebrows furrow in concern.

He leaves his tea on the side table before he turns completely towards his boyfriend. “Babe? For real, are you okay?”

Lance opens his mouth but then he closes it, looking away before he shrugs. It does nothing to convince Keith.

“Was it Iverson again?” Keith tries and all Lance needs to do is to sigh in defeat for Keith to know his answer.

“He poked at my grades again, even though I have been doing better, you know?” Lance purses his lips, crossing his arms over his chest, “He’s such a jerk, I have been getting better and I passed today’s simulator without a single error but did he noticed? Of course not! He literally laughed at my face, Keith. He made fun of my skills and called me out in the middle of class, saying that I didn’t belonged here, that I will never the a pilot, that my parents were wasting their money and I can’t help but think that he’s right! Maybe I’m just fooling myself and I just –”

“Hey.” Keith calls, reaching out to grab Lance’s hand before the brunet can even wipe away his tears, “Hey, look at me? Please?”

Lance sniffles, looking up at the ceiling in hopes to control his tears before he turns his gaze and meets his boyfriend’s soft and concern eyes.

The black haired teen offers a warm smile, leaning even closer and tucking a hair lock behind Lance’s ear. “He’s a jerk, you’re right about that, babe, but here’s where you’re wrong: you are good enough. Lance, babe, you got the best score in the admission test after Shiro himself, and you are slowly becoming one of the best fighter pilots in our generation. How can you even think you are not cut up for this?”

Lance shrugs. “I don’t know? It’s just…really hard, when you try your best and people laugh at you just because of it. It sucks, and I don’t want to lose my scholarship.”

“You won’t.” Keith declares strongly, squeezing Lance’s hand, “I promise you, you won’t because I won’t that happen.”

Lance chuckles wetly, wiping his tears away with his free hand and humming in appreciation when Keith’s hand helps him do the job. “You’re right, you’re right. It’s just so frustrating, you know?”

Keith nods, hand still cupping Lance’s cheek. “Yeah, I know, but I have total faith in you, love. You can do this and more.”

Lance’s eyes soften and he sighs, dropping his head on Keith’s shoulder, hiding in the crook of his neck. “Thank you, amor.”

“Of course, babe.” Keith replies easily, dropping a quick kiss on the brunet’s temple before he grins, “Now, come on! You owe me a movie night after you made me watch Mary fucking Poppins.”

Lance mock gasps. “Babe! It’s a classic!”

“Sharknado it is tonight! And I don’t wanna hear any complains!”

Lance groans dramatically, “No ~! Not Sharknado!” He shouts in distress, letting himself fall deeper into Keith’s arms.

Keith laughs, laying down and bringing Lance down with him until they are snuggled together on the couch, Lance comfortably lying above Keith.

“Not only Sharknado, it’s Sharknado 4!” Keith announces exactly, smiling wickedly at his boyfriend, “Pidge got me the HD version.”

“Damn that little gremlin!” Lance curses playfully before he snuggles deeper in his boyfriend’s arms, “Fine, let the sharks fly, Mullet.”

“Bla bla bla.” Keith mocks before dropping another kiss on Lance’s temple and pressing the play button.

Fall Out Boy sentence meme

Save Rock and Roll ft American Beauty/American Psycho, Centuries, Kids Aren’t Alright and Immortals edition

  • “Put on your war paint”
  • “You are a brick tied to me that’s dragging me down”
  • “I’ll burn you to the ground”
  • “We can take the world back”
  • “Doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?”
  • “No, I think it looked a little better on me”
  • “You broke our spirit”
  • “The war is won”
  • “Can’t be sure when they’ve hit their mark”
  • “I’m just dreaming of tearing you apart”
  • “I’m in the details with the devil”
  • “The world can never get me on my level”
  • “I’m a young lover’s rage”
  • “I’ve got the scars from tomorrow”
  • “You’re the antidote to everything except for me”
  • “My childhood spat back out the monster that you see”
  • “I don’t know where you’re going but do you got room for one more troubled soul?”
  • “I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think I’m coming home”
  • “I’ll check in tomorrow if I don’t wake up dead”
  • “Let’s be alone together”
  • “We could stay young forever”
  • “You cut me off”
  • “It’s not my fault, I’m a maniac”
  • “Do you wanna feel beautiful?”
  • “My heart is like a stallion”
  • “This is the road to ruin”
  • “I’m here to collect your hearts”
  • “I don’t believe a word you say but I can’t stop listening”
  • “My old friends become exes again”
  • “Where did the party go?”
  • “I know I expect too much”
  • “You know I only wanted fun then you got me all fucked up on love”
  • “You and me are the difference between real love and the love on TV”
  • “My old aches become new again”
  • “So let’s fade away together one dream at a time”
  • “See how dirty I can get them”
  • “Anything you say can and will be held against you, so only say my name”
  • “It will be held against you”
  • “I’d trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday”
  • “I know I’m bad news”
  • “I saved it all for you”
  • “I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way”
  • “Letting people down is my thing”
  • “This town ain’t big enough for two of us”
  • “I don’t have the right name”
  • “I have twice the heart”
  • “I’m here to give you all my love”
  • “Did you get dressed up?”
  • “I can’t stop it when there’s chemicals keeping us together”
  • “How the mighty fall”
  • “How the mighty fall in love”
  • “Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme”
  • “I’m dizzy on dreams”
  • “If you ask me two’s a whole lot lonelier than one”
  • “We should have left our love in the gutter where we found it”
  • “You think your only crime is that you got caught”
  • “It’s getting clear”
  • “You’re never coming clean”
  • “I’ll lock you up inside and swallow the key”
  • “I know you said not to call unless I’m dying”
  • “I just hope that when you see me I’m not see-through”
  • “I’m either fuckin’ or workin”
  • “I’m a dick, girl/boy/baby, addicted to you”
  • “I know I’m the one you want to forget”
  • “Cue all the love to leave my heart”
  • “It’s time for me to fall apart”
  • “Now you’re gone but I’ll be okay”
  • “Maybe I’ll burn a little brighter tonight”
  • “I miss missing you now and then”
  • “Sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger”
  • “The person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger”
  • “We’re fading fast”
  • “Give me your filth”
  • “Make it rough”
  • “Let me let me trash your love”
  • “I am the best you’ll never have”
  • “I wanna see your animal side”
  • “I need your broken promises”
  • “I want the guts and glory”
  • “Don’t take love off the table yet”
  • “We are alive”
  • “Oh there you go; undress to impress”
  • “You can wear the crown but you’re no princess”
  • “Let’s get you wasted and alone”
  • “We’re gonna die”
  • “It’s just a matter of time”
  • “I’m either gone in an instant or here ‘til the bitter end”
  • “What I’ve got will make you feel more alive”
  • “I’ll be your favorite drug”
  • “We’re the beginning of the end”
  • “It’s all over now before it has begun”
  • “We are wild”
  • “Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?”
  • “Come on make it easy, say I never mattered”
  • “Are you ready for another bad poem?”
  • “Remember me as I was not as I am”
  • “If my heart is a grenade”
  • “We’re all fighting growing old”
  • “You need to lower your standards”
  • “I’m the lonelier version of you”
  • “I just don’t know where it went wrong”
  • “She’s/he’s/they’re sick and she’s/he’s/they’re wrong”
  • “I’ve seen bigger”
  • “I’ve lived better”
  • “Run for your life”
  • “Until your breathing stops”
  • “I need more dreams”
  • “I cried tears you’ll never see”
  • “So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be”
  • “You are what you love, not who loves you”
  • “Wherever I go trouble seems to follow”
  • “Whoa, how’d it get to be only me?”
  • “Cause we don’t know when to quit”
  • “She’s/he’s/they’re an American beauty, I’m an American psycho”
  • “I think I fell in love again”
  • “Maybe I just took too much cough medicine”
  • “I’m the best worst thing that hasn’t happened to you yet”
  • “We’re the things that love destroys”
  • “You will remember me”
  • “Remember me for centuries”
  • “We’ll go down in history”
  • “No, it’s nothing wrong with me”
  • “The story’s all off”
  • “Come on and let me in”
  • “I never meant for you to fix yourself”
  • “I can’t stop ‘til the whole world knows my name”
  • “I am the opposite of amnesia”
  • “You look so pretty, but you’re gone so soon”
  • “We’ve been here forever”
  • “I could scream forever”
  • “We are the poisoned youth”
  • “Maybe I bit off more than I could chew”
  • “I’d do it all again”
  • “I think you’re my best friend”
  • “I’ll be yours”
  • “I’m not passive but aggressive”
  • “It’s not impressive
  • "I still feel that rush in my veins”
  • “They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be”
  • “I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way”
  • “I try to picture me without you but I can’t”
  • “We could be immortals”
  • “I’m still comparing your past to my future”
  • “Live with me forever now”
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title: Falling and Falling (Charles Xavier Imagine)

characters: reader x charles xavier, sister!reader x erik lensherr,

word count: 1,292

warnings : swearing (are you even surprised at this point?)

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This is a BIG Deal

Okay so Pentatonix covered Bohemian Rhapsody. They just did that. And WOW! I first heard it yesterday and honestly I still can’t process that insanity. I know that for the longest time, everyone has wanted them to do the song since they did bits of the song in Evolution of Music back in 2013.

Now to be clear, Bohemian Rhapsody is a LONG as hell song. Where most songs are from 2 and half minutes to four minutes…..this is about SIX. That is a lot of music and lyrics in two extra minutes than the norm. So it is HARD to do all the way through. Besides that it is basically three different songs in one. So that is three different kinds of music styles that have to flow seamlessly together. Yeah it is complicated and technical as HELL.

In fact it is SO technical that Queen themselves, the creators of this classic song, could not do it live. Not completely anyway. The way in which Freddie had composed it, there was NO way for them to do all the parts live. They had to have certain parts played out through a recording and other parts were able to be done live. Like the intro was impossible to achieve live and so they had a recording. Another part was the opera I believe that was layered in such a way there was no way to reproduce the sound. The band in fact had to separate the song because of all the difficulty that went into performing it. 

Due to its length and technical difficulty NO artist has really done a TRUE cover of it. Not the way it should be. There have been many that have tried to emulate the original work, but here’s the kicker. It’s impossible to do without some editing or machine. And that’s due to how Freddie created the piece. So where does Pentatonix fit into this?

Well they made Bohemian Rhapsody, a song which relies heavily on multi layering and effects, into a near perfect acapella version. It is safe to say that PTX, like all the singers/bands before them, had to do SOMETHING to achieve the iconic parts of the song. Be it light layering or a choir, there’s almost NO way they could achieve it with their voices alone. They aren’t super human (well scratch that, they ARE but they don’t want us mere mortals to know that). Remember when I said that Queen couldn’t even perform Bohemian Rhapsody live? Yeah, if this song is a part of the 2017 tour set list…..and they can pull it off….then Pentatonix are truly geniuses, no lie. And they made Gold, a song all about auto tune and effects possible…..Cause Mitchy is out of this world. 

Anyway, I know that Pentatonix will have no problem with the length and the transitions in the song. Their Evolution of….songs have trained them for something like this. Each of the three Evolution of…. songs has taught them how to quickly move from one song, style, and tempo to the next. Each one is also long and very complex. They’ve also mentioned it took months to put together EofM. Scott and Mitch revealed EofB was put together in one night (cause they are just stans like that, I’m looking at you Scotty Boy). I’m not sure about how long it took to put together EofMJ. Regardless they were able to handle it all. 

One last thing to bring up is that Pentatonix said years ago (on The Sing Off in fact) that they were not meant to do rock music. There was just too much involved for them to pull off a rock song convincingly. Even so they were able to make it through Born to be Wild by Steppenwolf without tripping up live. This will their return to trying to pull off the genre. Being one of the most famous songs in the classic rock genre….yeah they definitely went for it. This has been requested by fans for years. So be proud and grateful of what they’ve done to sing this song.

This will be their greatest challenge to perform yet. Forget the digital sounds of Daft Punk or the emotional intensity of Hallelujah. THIS, Bohemian Rhapsody, is forever immortalized in the minds of music lovers worldwide. Pulling it off on stage in front of thousands of people…..there is no way that it won’t catch the attention of the media and people at large. Here’s to those crazy choir nerds who started off with a dream.

Soulmate!Park Woojin

Originally posted by woojinnies

haha i lov him my first born son, my illness friend, my bab

Genre;; fluff + uhh college!au,, soulmate!au, musical…theatre!au??, graduation!au at the end?????? is that a thing really i don’t knoww

Warnings;; mentioning of like an alternative version of park woojin’s dark past,, that damn dark past…. I had to warn you

Pairing;; Park Woojin x reader

Requested;; no ho ho ho i’m writing this so this account doesn’t die ++ this is also kind of for the anon who asked me to make the soulmate thing into a series sorry i never replied lol but im in a park woojin mood so woojin comes next

Soulmate AU Type;; soulmates experience the same illnesses at the same time until they get in a relationship together (?? is that the right way to put it idk) + soulmates are confirmed by a flash of light when you touch for the first time after you start dating

Summary;; Your best friend Woojin is alway sick when you are sick. You brush it off as being because you spend pretty much every second of every day with him, but maybe it’s something more…

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1796

Also in this series;; Daniel | Jihoon  | Jinyoung | Minhyun

don’t tell anyone the idea from this came from this amazingly fun fact;; woojin is 2 months and 27 days younger than me AND he got shingles EXACTLY the same time in his lifetime as me; so 2 months and 27 days after me; so he is my illness amigo

  • you and woojin basically grew up together
  • from the moment his family moved in next door to you you’ve been best friends
  • i mean the friendship started in a very… different way
  • you used to hear him singing and dancing in his backyard
  • and you sang back at the top of your lungs in a desperate attempt to start a conversation lol
  • when you were in middle school you two used to write your own little musicals and perform them for your families
  • they weren’t particularly uhh technical?? but they were adorable and your families loved it
  • there’s so many embarrassing videos of those musicals dfjshdf
  • when you and woojin both caught chickenpox at the exact same time and were confined to your homes
  • both of your parents winked at each other
  • they had the idea that y’all were soulmates because duh that’s how soulmates work

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BAN! ERROR 

This skeleton is quite shy and not that sociable. He only have 4 amount of friends, and they are; Fell, reaper, nightmare, and Cross. The 5 of them are really close. 

He loves to read novels and fictions. He also loves to write stories about his past or what is happening to him. He always have this big note book in his backpack , just to write his entries. He also like to call it his “Personal DR note book” 

Ban! Error’s personal Bio

  • Age: 15
  • Height: “5`4
  • nerd
  • not that sociable
  • 9th grader 
  • Cry baby 
  • falls in love fast 

BAN! INK 

This skeleton is known as the bully of his school. A lot of humans and monsters’ adore him (lies). 

He also have his crew; blueberry and Dream sans. The three of them is the most famous bullies. They wont give mercy to anyone, but what if they’ll meet their soulmates? would their dull heart ignite with love and compassion???  

he also despise nerds. His main targets are nerds.

 ban! Ink’s personal Bio

  • Age: 16
  • height: ``5`9
  • Dislikes nerds 
  • flirty
  • very calm
  • secretly loves to draw and paint. 


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Hey guys I am back!! also the BAN! AU (

supposedly I was going to post this yesterday, but I did said ‘tomorrow’ so I sticked to that. so yeah. 

You guys can ask me anything! (it can be related to this!)

I will draw some characters later. like blueberry and fell

also meaning of BAN! is Bully and nerd. 

(just saying, cause people might be confuse what BAN means) 

So in this AU or what I like to call version. Every submissive one are now the Dominant ones, and the Dominant ones became the submissive one. 

Also, this Au is all about ship. sooooo yeah.

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