throwing up the peace sign

The official team picture for the Foxes is a mess. Dan and Matt are leaning on each other and grinning(they probably have their faces pressed together what nerds). Allison is back to back with Renee and they’re making finger guns. Nicky has his arm flung across Aaron’s shoulders, who looks irritated (probably because Nicky has to bend down slightly to get his arm around him). Kevin is in the process of yelling at Neil. Andrew is off to the side throwing up a peace sign with an emotionless facial expression.

Meanwhile, the Ravens are all lined up and they’ve previously practiced their exact expressions and the precise angle that their heads are tilted.

anonymous asked:

(1) i've got a good blurb idea, y/n and harry are best friends and they have like a super close loving relationship. like to cuddle and take naps together, but harry is dating kendall. and on his bday y/n spends all this money for a surprise party for him and she goes to his house to pick him up cause they had plans but when she gets there kendalls there and he's like im gonna do something with kendall instead. and you have to cancel the party and you get all mad. and then jeff calls him to +

(2) him to tell him what happened. and harry is so angry at himself and so upset. cause he loves her but always feels pressured to do stuff with kendall, his gf. so he goes over to y/ns house and she just goes off on him because it’s not the first time he’s cancelled on her to be with kendall. and except this time she had a big party planned for him. and she just YELLS at him relentlessly and he’s never seen her like this and he gets so mad at himself. and he feels so sorry and stupid.

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HERE HAVE A RANDOM SPONTANEOUS VALENTINES DAY FIC???

I was reminiscing with my roommate yesterday over the tumblr boyfriend I had like five years ago, fondly remembering how we’d message each other and hating how we didn’t have a chat feature back then but i digress

anyway I decided to put Derek and Stiles into an online/long distance relationship so have some fluff :D


d-hale: Hey.

star-wolves: Hey! How was your day?

d-hale: Pretty good all things considered. Been a long week.

d-hale: and you? How was class?

star-wolves: ugh, class was class. almost skewered myself on a lacrosse stick AGAIN

d-hale: ???

d-hale: I won’t ask.

star-wolves: But don’t you care about my well being??! DEREK RUDE

d-hale: of course I do

d-hale: But that’s the fifth time you’ve typed those words out to me, which is why I don’t need to ask. 

star-wolves: aw sweet

d-hale: am not

d-hale: change the subject

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Peace, Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Prompt: Reader likes making Oak baked goods. (Which I interpreted as ‘Reader owns a bakery’.)

Words: 1288

Author’s Note: It’s still 10:20 where I live, so technically I still put out a fic on Friday…whoops a little late!

Warnings: None?

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“We’re closed!” You called, not bothering to turn at the sound of the bell above the door chiming.

“Even for your favorite customer?” You instantly recognized the voice and spun to greet him with a smile.

“Customer usually implies you pay. You show up unannounced and charm your way into a box of free pastries.” You teased your old friend, who in turn leaned against the counter and shrugged casually.

“I distinctly remember striking up a deal. Free food for free tickets.” Oak grinned when you squealed in excitement.

“You got it?”

“I got it! Orchestra, right in the middle so you have an unobstructed view of my beautiful face.” He struck a few poses as you snatched the ticket from his hand, confirming its existence.

“I owe you five million free pastries! You have to bring some in for the crew, as a thank you.” You immediately got to work, stuffing as many baked goods as you could into various pink boxes from behind the counter.

“Don’t you have actual paying customers to feed?” Oak’s voice rang out. You popped up from behind the glass display case with four boxes stuffed to the brink.

“Screw them!” You insisted, pushing the boxes into his empty hands. “Thank you, I promise not to embarrass myself in front of them!”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep!” He called to you as you pushed him out the door, knowing he was on the brink of running late for the first show of the day. “See you tonight!” You stood at the glass door, watching for a moment as he struggled under the mass of boxes while crossing the busy street.

You sighed, making sure the ticket was secure in your pocket before flipping the sign at the door from ‘closed’ to ‘open’.


“Oak, let me help!” Random people called, each taking one box from him and placing it on the common table.

“What are these?” Daveed asked, raising his brow and investigating the closest box.

“My friend owns a bakery and is seeing the show tonight, she wanted to give these to you guys for luck.” That was all it took for the rampage to start. The entire cast and crew acted as vultures around the boxes, barely leaving crumbs behind.

“I call the croissant! My wife will kill me if I don’t bring one home for her!” Lin called over everyone, who parted for him to take claim over a few treats. He took note of the bakery’s name for future use before sauntering over to Oak with a skip in his step.

“So…” He started, “This friend of yours…” He wiggled his eyebrows, much to the displeasure of Oak. “They’re the friend, huh?”

“Shut up.” Oak grumbled, snatching his usual chocolate chip muffin, snapping a picture of the cast as they swarmed around the few remaining pastries, and stomped off to his dressing room.


“I cried before you even came out.” You insisted.

“Nothing sad even happens in the first few minutes!” He responded, tugging at your hand as he ushered you backstage.

“I know, but I knew what was coming.” You whispered, very aware of where you were. You dragged you across the rotating floor without stopping, weaving through the halls before stopping in what appeared to be a makeshift kitchen.

“Hello, hello!” Called the very last person Oak wanted in contact with you tonight, Lin. “The baker has arrived!”

“The genius!” You shot back, noticing Oak’s discomfort, “Oak says you’re not that smart in real life.”

“Guilty.” He shrugged, twisting his hair up into a makeshift bun, “Thanks for the goodies this morning, by the way! Oak’s been keeping you a secret for too long.” Lin elbowed him, eliciting a grunt and a whine from Oak, who had stayed awfully quiet during this interaction.

“My bakery is the best kept secret in New York.” You insisted as Oak grumbled something about seeing his dressing room before Anthony and Daveed left for the night.

“I’ll let you kids get to it.” Lin saluted, zipping his hoodie up and preparing himself for the crowd that had more than likely gathered outside the stage door. “Peace!” He threw up the peace sign, taking his leave as Oak dragged you away.

“He seemed nice.” You told him, trying to make conversation. He didn’t respond, and you wondered why Lin was such a sore subject for him.


“We’re closed!” You called, not bothering to look up from the register.

“Sorry, just here for the croissants!” Lin called, pulling his headphones down to wrap around his neck. “My wife, Vanessa, she loved the one I brought home last night. Thought I’d stop in?” He made his way to the counter, leaning against it just as Oak had the morning before.

“You guys are always welcome here, closed or not.” You got to work packaging a few croissants and a cookie. A treat for his son, you thought. “Can I ask you something?” You pushed the bag across the counter, shaking your head when he tried to pull out his wallet.

“Shoot.”

“Are you and Oak friends? He was kind of cold after we talked to you last night.”

He winced at the question.

“It’s just…I know things.”

“Things? Well, you’re a certified genius, hopefully you know something.” He let out a single loud laugh, and you prided yourself in being witty enough to elicit the sound.

“I mean, it’s not really my place to say. Oak, he’s a quiet guy. He likes to talk, though. Most of the time we talk, it’s about you.”

“Me?” You pointed to yourself, as if there was another you living somewhere that he could be referring to.

“It’s very cute, if not a little annoying. Although, now that I’ve met you and earned your trust enough to get free croissants.” He grabbed the bag off the counter, “The praise is well earned.” He took in your dumbstruck expression, “If you feel the same way about him, you should talk to him. He’s got a few things to say.” He threw up his peace sign again as he backed out the door and across the street towards the theater.


You were very grateful the doorman had recognized you on sight. With the cover story of ‘Oh, I’m bringing Oak lunch!’ and a wrapped panini in your grasp, it only took a minute for you to be let through.

You passed through pretty much unnoticed save for a few people who thanked you again for the treats from the day before. You nodded, stopping to ask where you would find Oak. They all pointed the way back towards the kitchen area you had been in before.

He sat at the table, scrolling through his phone and sipping from a water bottle, half in costume. He looked up as you entered, unsure how or why you had come.

“Y/N?”

“Hi. Lunch.” You pushed the sandwich into his hands before he could protest, “Also, do you want to go out tomorrow?”

He looked back and forth from the panini to you, wondering how the two were related.

“Uh, yes?”

Inside, a parade was running through your head. On the outside, you played it cool. Letting a simple smile grace your lips, you tried to casually back out with your head held high. You eventually ran into a wall, and then another person.

Finally, you took your leave, throwing up Lin’s signature peace sign as you ducked out.

The pieces began to put themselves together. The familiar box Lin carried in this morning. The peace sign. The smug grin Lin wore all morning.

Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Oak called, pushing out of his chair as he heard a distant scream of panic.

Time for another round of “What The Hell Is Going On Here”

Let’s start with Jun. who has 2 shirts on. But okay dude maybe you’re cold you do you.

Next to him is Jeonghan who has braids or crimping I can’t 100% tell but I’m down with it. Also he’s too soft to be gangster but he tries bless him.

Woozi is just smiling like a normal human in an adorable hat beside Joshua who is saluting…something. Probably Woozi’s hat.

DK looks like Wonwoo here not gonna lie. Also I thought he had a Bruins Jersey on. You go faux gangster sunshine. You go.

Wonwoo looks sad. I think it’s the regret of the yellow bandana and Bowl cut combo.

S.Coups is dabbing in a bucket hat and pink sweatshirt. I have no issues with this. This is an aesthetic I can get behind.

Mingyu looks sassy. I like it. He’s cocking his hip and has a little beanie. You go sassy Mingyu.

Below him is Hoshi. Who has brought back the sweatband. Carats every wear praise The stylists. Skin is cleared. Grades improve.

Dino beside him is behind stepped on by DK but he doesn’t care. He is embracing the gangster life. Gangsters cuff their overalls and only wear one shoulder strap. #ThugLife

Minghao has brought back the ThugHao aesthetic minus the clothes. All white. Angel of savage. You go fam.

Then we have Seungkwan. Also in a bucket hat. Throwing up the peace sign and trying to contain the ThugHao savagery. We thank him.

And finally is Vernon. Macs are fully loaded. Bandana is ready. He is ready. We are all ready.

Spoonie Fashion Be Like

How I wish I dressed:

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[gif: Clare Danes’ glow-in-the-dark Met Gala dress]

How I actually dress:

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[gif: Amy Poehler in a hoodie and sunglasses throwing up peace signs]
All Started With a Song Part 7// Conor Maynard

Word Count-  1852

Summary- conor sees your cover and contacts you

A/n- (feel free to change the friends name I was just too lazy to write y/f/n that may times) so sorry it took so long. i was at my friends and couldnt get time to post. heres part 7. i hope you enjoy. im also not going to lie ot you guys, i have no idea when part 8 will be up. this is laos the longest imagine ive written so far!

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You groaned as you rolled over in your bed, the loud noise filling your ears. Your alarm was going off. You slowly reached your hand out from under the blankets and shut it off. You were so tired but you knew you needed to get up. It was currently midnight. You needed to pack everything into the car, get to the airport and get everything checked in by 2:30.

You reluctantly got out of your oh-so-warm bed and walked to the guest room.

“Ali, get up. We have to get ready,” you whispered, lighting shaking the brunette.

You walked to the other side of the bed, “Livy, c’mon. We have to get ready.”

“Why did we stay up last night? We’re so dumb,” Alice groaned, sitting up.

“I regret it so much,” Olivia whined, pulling the blanket over her head.

You laughed lightly, grabbing the blanket and ripping it off the bed.

“You bitch! What did I ever do to you?!” Olivia shrieked.

“Get up you lazy bums. I’m making breakfast,” you said walking out to the kitchen.

“By making do you mean getting the cereal and bowls out?” Alice smiled, following you.

“And the milk!” you retorted.

“Hey Liv, can you bring me some Ibuprofen? My head is killing me,” Alice lightly shouted. A few moments later the blonde came out with a bottle of pills.

“Why did we do that last night?” She groaned.

“Because we’re dumb and immature,” you laughed.

“Not so loud please,” Alice whispered, swallowing 2 of the pills.

“Sorry,” you gave her a smile. “Maybe some Cheerios will help.” You passed her a bowl full of her favorite cereal.

“Oh my god,” she moaned as she took a bite. “God is real.”

You and Olivia laughed.

“Did we take any videos from last night?” you asked, handing Olivia her bowl.

“Let me check,” she took a spoonful of cereal while opening her camera roll. “Oh. My. God.”

“What?” you and Alice asked in unison.

“Look,” she had a weird look on her face when she handed you her phone.

You looked at the screen, mouth wide open.

You were stood on your bed, in an old t shirt and booty shorts. You were clearly drunk and very happy.

“Y/n!” shouted Alice. “Give your bae a quick shootout!”

“Yeah!” Olivia giggled, her grip on the phone shaky.

“I don’t have a bae,” you said sadly. “But I will give a shout out. Shout out to Conor Maynard for being a grade A asshole.” You hoisted the bottle of beer in your hand into the air. “You really know how to treat a girl. Hope your mommy’s proud of you.” You kneeled on the bed and got really close to the camera.

“Oh, and I think I might love you…” you said quietly. And then the video ended.

You stood there, not realizing the tears that had shed down your cheeks.

“Oh babe,” Olivia wrapped you in a hug. “I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t feel bad. I was drunk, I said something I didn’t mean.” You lied through your teeth, hoping they would believe you. “We’re going to LA in a few hours, we should be happy!”

“Speaking of that, we should really get ready.”

“Oh crap,” Alice said looking at the clock. “It’s already 12:45.”

You three quickly washed your dishes and rushed to the bathroom. You guys spent the next 45 minutes getting ready, jamming out to music and packing your essentials into your carry ons.

By 1:30 you three were stood at your door, making sure you had everything.

“Carry ons?” you asked.

“Check!”

“Check,” Olivia placed her hands around the straps of her backpack.

“Phone and charger?”

“Got them both,” Alice said phone in hand.

“Where’s your charger?” you asked.

“In my bag.”

“Prove it.”

She sighed, “Yes mom.” She took her backpack off, opening the front pocket to reveal her various chargers.

“Olivia?”

“Check and check, “she had her charger in one hand, phone in the other.

“Makeup?”

“We packed all of it into yours.”

“Oh right. I have the necessities, Liv has the snacks and you have the activities,” you pointed at Alice who nodded.

“Suit case?”

“You can see them!” Olivia chuckled.

“I’m just going through the list we made!”

“Computers?”

“Yes! We both have them! Can we please go now?”

“Yes! Let’s go!!” you squealed, shooing them out the door. You placed the key in the lock and turned it. “Hold on, I need to do one more thing.”

“What?”

You ignored their questioning looks as you walked across the hallway, knocking on the door. The door opened faster than any of you expected.

“Mornin’,” said the very attractive young male who just happened to be shirtless.

“Hey Alex, here’s the key. Feel free to eat any food you find and use my Netflix.” You smiled, handing him the key.

“No problem,” he smiled, leaning against the door for support. “What exactly am I doing again?”

You chuckled, “Just making sure no one breaks in.”

“Right,” he straightening himself. “I can do that.”

“Thanks again,” you reach up and kissed him on the cheek. “I owe you.”

He smirked and closed the door. You turned around to two girls gawking at you.

“What the hell was that?” Olivia asked.

“That’s my neighbor Alex,” you said, grabbing your suitcase and beginning the long walk to the elevator.

“Why have you never mentioned him?” Alice asked, following you.

“Never came up, I guess,” you shrugged, approaching the elevator.

“Can we also talk about how its Alex. As in Jack Maynard’s friend Alex.” Olivia trailed off.

You laughed, pressing the elevator button, “It’s not a big deal guys. He doesn’t really socialize with anyone but the boys.”

“Have you guys hung out?” Alice pestered, following you into the elevator.

“Once, but it was when I first moved it last year. He was nice, but then had to leave cuz Abe needed help with someone. We just never clicked,” you shrugged once more.

“Why are you not freaking out?” Olivia questioned.

“Because I wasn’t going to use him to get to Conor, so why try? Yeah he’s nice and stuff, but I’m not that kind of person. Also he’d find out sooner or later that I’m a fan of him and his best friends.”

“You have a point, but I would have been all over that,” Alice laughed.

“Do you want his number?” you joked.

“You have it?” she gawked.

“No,” you laughed. “I just wanted to see your reaction.”

~~

It took you girls a solid 10 minutes to figure out how to get everything in the car, it was like a giant version of Tetris.

The car ride was full of out-of-tuned singing and dirty looks from people who were stuck at the stoplight next to you.

When you finally got to the airport you parked in the long term parking and walked inside. It took about 20 minutes to get through security. You had to stop and beg the security to let you take the snacks on the 11 hour flight, which they eventually allowed.

You stopped by a Starbucks because you were all running on about 2 hours of sleep.

“Guys look!” Olivia smiled, pointing out the large windows that displayed all the airplanes.

“Let’s get a picture!” you giggled.

“Hi, could you please take a few photos of us?” Alice asked a teenage girl.

“Sure!” she smiled a big toothy smile and took the phone.

You guys took some facing away from the camera, some facing the camera and some sitting on the ground. After thanking the girl, you exchanged pictures.

While you were sat at Gate 4 waiting for your flight to LA, Conor was an absolute mess.

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“I fucked up mate,” Conor sighed, spreading across the couch.

“And I don’t feel bad,” Jack said annoyed. Conor did this to himself.

“What do I do?” he asked his younger brother.

“Let her go. Bro you lost her, just accept that.” His brother sighed, pausing the game to give Conor his full attention

“I can’t,” Conor sat up, squeezing a pillow tight to his chest. “I like her a lot.”

“Then why did you ‘forget’?” Jack asked, using the finger quotes when necessary.

“Because I was jealous, I wanted to make her jealous. But I regret it,” he groaned, slamming his head into the pillow.

“If you regret it, why did you unadd her on everything?”

“I don’t know, I was upset that I just let her leave.”

“Bro, you’re so fucking stupid.” And with that Jack got up and went to his room.

Leaving Conor by himself while he was sad was a bad idea. He always did things he would later regret. And this time was no different, he opened his phone and went to Instagram. One lil peek wouldn’t hurt.

Yes it would.

He typed in your username and noticed you had a new picture. The picture was of you and two girls, the same two girls from your previous post, in front of a giant window of what looked like an airport. All three of you were in a squatting position. Alice and Olivia had their fingers pointing at the camera and you were in the middle, hands in prayer formation.

His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he read the caption.

@y/i/n/

spontaneous vacay with my besties? i think yes!

Where were you going? Why? Who were you going to see there? What were you going to do? He clicked the picture and went to the brunette’s, Alice, page. He was even more upset after seeing her post.

@aliiibooo

a spoon full of travel makes the sadness go away

Her picture was off you three, once again in front of the giant window. But this time you were in the middle, one arm wrapped around each girl. Alice was throwing up a peace sign and the blonde, Olivia, had her hand on your face, squishing your cheeks together. He once again clicked on the picture, this time going to Olivia’s page.

Her post was of you three facing away from the camera. Conor couldn’t see your face but he knew you looked beautiful.

@oliviaaaaaa

LA, we’re coming for ya ;)

California? Why were you going to California? What was in California that wasn’t in London?

Lots of things you idiot.

Conor was half tempted to message you about it. But then he got a call.

Incoming call: Anth

Anth? Why was Anth calling him?

“Hey bro, what’s up?” Conor asked, curiosity filling him as he laid back on the couch.

“Before I tell you anything, you have to promise not to get mad or do anything stupid,” Anth said slowly.

“What are you on about?” Conor chuckled.

“Promise me,” there was no laughter in Anth’s voice.

“Okay… I promise. Now tell me what’s going on,” he sat up again.

“Y/n is coming to LA to do a cover with me,” Anth said quickly, fear consuming him.

It took Conor a few seconds to respond but Anth never expected him to say what he did.

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Wrap Up Challenge: Day 4 - Top 10 off-ice moments

(These are not necessarily top 10 – but I chose them because I like them and because a trip down memory lane beyond my absolute favourite pics is a good thing.)

1.  They’re back, it’s real!!

2.  Usually we comment on their two chairs looking like one.  Here it is clearly two chairs, and Scott is taking advantage of both of them.

3.  They are so, so excited to be back, except when Scott is falling asleep in press conferences, the bane of his skating experience.

4. Snazzy and ready to mingle.

5.  I thought it was cute that they were ‘two’, and decided to symbolize it that way.  But maybe they were just throwing up some peace signs as they do and SC went with it.

6. Okay, I don’t know what the mark is.  But the conversation it sparked entertained on here for days… and it’s presence still lingers.  Thanks guys.

7. Typical.

8.  Hanging out, watching the skating.

9.  That time they looked like celebrities, with their swag, walking the red carpet.  Okay there was no carpet.  But look at them.

10.  I resisted putting up all the huggy pics.  That was hard.  I had to give myself something, and that something is this gift of a picture, in which the universe shrunk down to just them, talking to each other, while in the middle of a ceremony.

To Help #1

How would the RFA + Co, help out MC who was cheated on by another one of the RFA + Co members? Especially if the former person was in love with MC themselves?

First off- I honestly don’t think any of these people would cheat on MC- EVER. However my brain wants to know, what it wants to know. I have a sick, masochistic brain. 

Secondly this series will probably have some profanity stronger than crap or shit in it, so if that’s not your thing sorry, but if I were just cheated on I’m pretty sure I’d be swearing my head off. 

Thirdly there may be references of sexy times and sexy time activities in this series, again if it’s not your thing feel free to give this one a miss. I warned ye!

Brace yourself- this is a proper mini fic… my proper fics/oneshots are usually in the 10k word range- so here is 5k worth of written proof that I am attempting the use of brevity. And failing.


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pairings: min yoongi x reader x park jimin
genre/warnings: angst, romance, smut / themes of heartbreak and mentions of drinking
word count: 13,031
description: former underground rapper, min yoongi took advantage of everything he had and lost it. three years have gone by since you left, content and happy, you’re not sure how things’ll go now he’s finally taken up your offer for help all those years ago.
a/n: i read through this monster not too long ago, and found some spark of inspiration! can’t say when i’ll update for sure but i definitely won’t throw this on the back burner for too long!

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

cr. 


“Your phone’s ringing.”

You were laying in bed after another day of work. At age 23, you were doing well as a talent scout, having a keen eye for the creative scene ever since you were in high school. Those were the days when Namjoon begged you to accompany him to underground rap battles and helped him nurse injuries from his angry opponents. It only seemed logical that your time was spent finding the next big thing.

Your cheeky boyfriend was pouting as his spiel about his day of practices and photoshoots were put to a halt. The sound of your constantly ringing work phone was often silenced by the time you were home though. It was your personal phone that you kept on just in case of any emergencies, so that did pique your interest. Only a few of your closest family members and friends ever dared to contact you there.

“Sorry, babe.” You said, wiping away his feigned sorrow with a quick peck before grabbing your phone. You cooed, “Gimme a sec, yeah?”

He nodded, feeling just as satisfied with that said. “Alright,” His lips pulling into a proper grin once again.

You hadn’t looked at the caller ID when you pressed ‘accept,’ not thinking much of whoever might’ve been calling you. Although you were guessing it was probably Namjoon or something. He usually had some philosophical thing to talk your ear off about.

Before you could say, ‘hello,’ the person on the other line had said, “Y/N?” You felt your smile falter just a little bit and your heart was beating erratically.

“…Yoongi?” You asked in disbelief, rising from the bed.

Jimin was giving you a questioning look, but you mouthed, ‘Later.’ His dark mop of hair nodded before he pulled your free hand over to his lips and pressed a small peck on them.

You had a long story to get through after this conversation. But that was all you could think about now was Yoongi…

“Hey… Y/N.” He breathed deeply into the phone.

You felt a lump in your throat begin to form and your mind seemed to be flashing back to eons ago. It weighed heavily now, being brought back to the time when you were a young, stupid girl in love. What was he doing calling you again after nearly 3 years of silence? Was it the ultimatum you left him?

Your heart trembled at the thought.

“I -um- wanted to take you up on that offer from a few years ago…” He spoke again, answering your unspoken question.

You asked immediately, “What’s that exactly, Yoongi?”

“I… I need your help.”

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Oikawa

You sighed as you picked up your daughter Yuki from the free daycare at the Church. You had worked ten hours today and had another shift after you drop off your two-year-old at you mom’s apartment. It was a lot of work to make enough money to take care of her, but she was worth it.

“Where are we going, mama?”

“We’re going to the corner store to get something for dinner.”

“Can we get bento boxes?”

“Sure.”

You took Yuki by the hand and led her through the aisles.

“Okay, go pick a nice apple for us to eat for dessert.

“Okay mama!”

You watched Yuki turn a corner and walk right into a man. Your daughter fell down and started to cry.

“Shh, it’s okay Yuki.” You said, rushing over to scoop her up. She began to bawl into your shoulder, one hand on her head were she smacked it against the ground.

“Y/N?”

You peeled your eyes off your crying child to meet the eyes of your ex.

“Hi, Touru.”

Touru’s eyes traveled from Yuki to you.

“Y/N… is she…?” He reached out a hand to touch Yuki but you stepped back. You took in his attire/

“I heard you’re on the national team. For volleyball.”

“Y/N, she looks just like me.”

“…”

Oikawa took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I tried.”

Oikawa was very still. “Y/N, you didn’t tell me,”

“I tried,”

“You didn’t try hard enough! You could have called me, or told Iwa to tell me.”

“I wasn’t going to tell Iwaizumi anything. Now that we’re not a couple is he your boyfriend now?” You growled. Oikawa’s eyes flashed dark, but they lightened when your daughter let out a soft hiccup. She rubbed the tears from her eyes, her breathing jagged as she tried to regain herself.

“What are you doing tonight? I think we need to work this out.”

You shift Yuki to your other hip.

“I have work, so I have to drop of Yuki at my mom’s.”

“You could give her to me.”

“She doesn’t know you.”

“Whose fault is that?”

You shift your weight. “Where would you be, today, if you had to work to keep her?”

This threw him for a loop.

“Well, I make money now. I can help you now.”

“But you would’ve had to give up volleyball, Touru. You would have had to give up your friends, too. I know I did.”

A nosey old lady paused to watch the two of you talk.

“Please, Y/N. I haven’t moved on since you left me. Please let me be part of your life. And her life. Her name is Yuki?”

“Yeah. My grandma picked it.”

Touru reached forward and stroked Yuki’s hair. Yuki watched him, uncertain of what was happening.

“Can I come over and watch her with your mom?”

Hesitantly, you nodded.

“I just need to finish getting some food for dinner.”

Oikawa noticed your deserted basket and transferred all your food into his.

“Whatever you need.”

Bokuto

Maybe bringing your two-year-old twins to the carnival for their birthday wasn’t the best idea.

“One ride, one game, and one snack,” you reminded them as you passed signs with prices. God, the prices were just obscene.

“Mommy mommy mommy can we go on the merry-go-round?” Asked Haru, eyes wide with excitement.

“Miki, do you want to go on the merry-go-round too or do you want to go on a different ride?”

“Merry-go-round!”

You sighed and paid for the two of them, taking out your camera so you could at least document their joy for the two minute ride you paid for.

“Hey Bokuto, that girl looks a lot like your ex from high school.”

“Hey! She kind of does.”

“Why did you two break up anyways?”

“Ah, I just didn’t have enough time for her, y’know? She was so awesome I just felt like a loser neglecting her all the time.”

“MAMA! WATCH MEEEEE!” Haru called. One of the employees had lifted him onto a very tall horse. Miki was slouched on top of a frog.

“I’m watching,” you respond, waving your camera. Haru smiles and throws up a peace sign, appeased that you are, indeed, paying attention to him. Miki looks exhausted instead of excited.

“Yo, those kids look just like you, Bokuto.”

“Nah man, I don’t have kids.”

“That little boy has the same hair as you.”

“And they both have your weird-ass eyes.”

You struggle to compose yourselves as you hear the voices wandering closer and closer.

“Mama! Watch me!”

You take a picture as Haru waves from the horse. Miki sticks her head up and leans it against the pole. You realize she is getting sick from the spinning.

The ride slows and you’re too stressed about Bokuto to think straight. You haven’t seen him since that day…

The ride ends and you rush over to grab Miki, who looks ready to throw up. The attendant passes her over the fence to you.

“Mommy? Mommy??????” You notice Haru is wandering around where you were just standing, but it’s clear he doesn’t see you. You see just beyond where he stands is Bokuto, and you make eye contact.

“MOMMY! THERE YOU ARE!” Haru runs to you and grabs your leg. You see Akaashi grab Kuroo and walk away while Bokuto approaches you.

“Hey, Y/N.” he says. You shift Miki to your other hip.

“Hi, Bokuto-san.”

He physically recoils from you being so formal. He looks to Haru, who is looking at him curiously.

“So,” he says slowly. “How old are they.”

You are silent for a moment. “Two. Today is their birthday.”

Now, Bokuto was never that good in school but today he was doing the math in his head. He looked at Miki, who looked back at him with dull golden eyes.

“Where’s their dad?”

“Where do you think, Bokuto? Look, I can’t do this right now-“

Bokuto scoops up Haru unexpectedly and looks you dead in the eye.

“Were you actually breaking up with me, those years ago?” He asks, holding Haru to his hip like it was completely natural. You feel like your throat is closing, and you shake your head. Suddenly Bokuto has his huge muscular arms wrapped around you, Haru and Miki. You can feel him shaking a little, and Haru tentatively asks “Mommy, who is this guy?”

You can tell that Bokuto is actually crying now, and he pulls away, Haru still in his arms.

“Do you want to get something to eat, and we can talk about this?” You ask, deciding you need to take charge of the situation. Bokuto kisses the top of his son’s head and gives you a nod.

 

Kuroo

How were you to know that you enrolled in the same university as Kuroo? It wasn’t like you still had contact with him, or any of his friends, so it was just your luck when you had to sneak Toshi into the back of a lecture with you that you unknowingly sat beside your ex.

You had already given Toshi your phone to play with (on silent, of course) and had taken out your laptop when you noticed him out of the corner of your eye. How could you have been so stupid? You have even moved out of the neighbourhood a week after he had dumped you. You sat in your seat frozen, while Kuroo’s eyes scanned you and then your child.

“Y/n?” he asked quietly. You nodded. You saw him sit back in his seat out of the corner of your eye. Then he leaned forward, and you realized he was taking in Toshi.

“So I’m guessing that’s your daughter, and not just a child you’re babysitting.”

“You’re right.”

He took in a slow breath and then let it out. He put his head in his hands, rubbing his face. A minute later you realized he was crying.

“Tetsurou, stop it. We’ll be kicked out if you make a scene, and I don’t have anyone to watch her on Thursdays, so you need to calm down.

Kuroo wiped his face off on his sleeve and tried to look like he was paying attention, but he kept glancing at Toshi, with her jet black hair, so unlike your light brown.

The hour felt like the longest of your life but you didn’t feel the relief you were expecting when the class let out.

“You need to meet me outside,” you said as you grabbed Toshi and rushed outside before people had a chance to realize she had been sitting in on their mitosis lecture.

You found a bench outside and put your phone away. You set Toshi on your lap and ran your fingers through her hair.

“So remember how mommy said daddy was very busy, and that’s why we couldn’t see him?

“Mhm,” Toshi mumbled, playing with your coat’s zipper.

“Well,” you started, but Kuroo walked up, taking a knee in front of you.

“Toshi, this is your dad. Tetsurou, this is Toshi.”

Toshi was stunned, mirroring the look of her father. Both of them turned to you.

“This is what you were going to tell me.” Kuroo whispered. In the dull afternoon light it was even more evident that he had been crying. He reached out and pulled Toshi into his arms, tears streaming down his face again. He kissed the top of her head, and his breathing got weird again. You realized he was trying to calm himself down. He sat down beside you.

“Why would you do this alone? Y/N, I never wanted to leave you. I thought you were leaving me!”

You couldn’t breathe. This wasn’t happening. Of course you had always imagined this scene in your nightmares, but it never went like this. He was always disgusted with Toshi, disgusted with you.

Kuroo pulled you into his embrace, his strong hands rubbing your back as you began to cry into his chest. Toshi started crying, and you were sure it was just because she didn’t know what was going on.

“I’ve always loved you. Promise you won’t leave me- that both of you won’t leave me,” he whispered. You could only nod and hang on.

10 songs and 10(??) mutuals

rules: put your playlist on shuffle, write down the first 10 songs and tag 10 mutuals

@zewko thank u for tagging me!!

1. Sierra Leone - Frank Ocean

2. No Better - Lorde

3. U Love - Tomppabeats

4. If You Stay - Tanlines

5. Cherry Pepsi - SAINT PEPSI

6. 405 (feat YACHT) - RAC

7. Border Line - King Krule

8. Selfish High Heels - MACROSS 82-99

9.  Apotheosis - Austin Wintory

10. Beirut - Postcards From Italy

tagging @dameryn @syeu @petermaximoff @peachbittle @redpumas @skywalkrs @shaolinfantastics @thayes @guernica @lattebucky @qiutong @softhairmac

EXO’s Reaction to finding out you’re dating a BTS member after flirting with you

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Minseok:

*He’d be surprised when your boyfriend came up and wrapped his arm around you but then a second later, he’d cover up his reaction and giving you a kind smile.*

“Sorry, I wasn’t aware that you already had someone. I’ll leave you two be.”

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

Junmyeon:

*Awkward bean. He felt really embarrassed and disappointed because you already have someone. With a sheepish laugh, he’d walked away from the situation but we he turned, he’d sigh.*

“Why…why…???”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Yixing:

*He’d understand immediately. Politely, he’d apologize to the BTS member and to you before excusing himself.*

“I am truly sorry for any misunderstandings I have cause. You are a lovely person and he is a lucky guy.” (how cute is he?????!)

Originally posted by sehun8gfat

Baekhyun:

*Embarrassed pup #1. He’d be making you laugh and everything but then as the BTS member came up and kissed your cheek, he’d immediately apologized.*

“My bad, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”

Originally posted by myheartforgomez

Jongdae:

*Embarrassed pup #2. He’d nervously smile at the BTS member before apologizing and throwing up peace signs to show that he meant no harm.*

“I am so, so, sorry. I don’t know why I make choices like this. I’ll just go over there and contemplate my life.*

Originally posted by dayafterdae

Chanyeol:

*He’d be pleasantly surprised. Not that he had anything against BTS, no, him and the band were like BFFLs. He was surprised that the member didn’t tell him.*

“That would’ve helped…If I had known, I wouldn’t have tried to flirt with your lovely girlfriend. I hope you two have a wonderful time whilst I go and tell Baekhyun about my new discovery.”

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Kyungsoo:

*Not only feels embarrassed but also feels very sad. He thought he was hitting it off with you very well but that dream ended when the BTS member walked up to you and planted a kiss to your temple. He politely apologized for his actions and turned to go back to his own member.*

“*sigh*, this is why I don’t do this kind of thing. Chanyeol, I swear to God, continue to laugh at me and you’ll see what happens.”

Originally posted by fydokyungsoo

Jongin:

*The moment he sees that you already have a boyfriend, he’d try to pull off his flirtation as a joke. Feels slightly disappointed but covers it up with a joke.*

“Yeah, I got that joke from Baekhyun. No, no. I wasn’t trying to flirt with you…I mean, I already know you have a boyfriend…haha.”

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Sehun:

*Honestly, he’d just laugh it off and apologize. His apology would go on until he successfully backs out of the situation.*

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were dating. I’m so sorry. I think Junmyeon is calling me. Again, I am so sorry…”

Originally posted by sehunnified

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holy shit I’ve been gone for two weeks. This new semester’s really taking the toll on me.

MASTERLIST

Soulmate!Jun

Request:  Wow those Soulmate ones are great! I love that idea and independent movies based off it are great… Could I request one with Jun? Take your time love 💖

  • So meeting your soulmate was a thing people looked forward to of course but you weren’t in a rush to find them
  • you were just gonna let it happen when it does
  • the magical words on your wrist were “Hey that’s exactly what my wrist says!” so you knew you had no idea how you’d meet your soulmate
  • of course every time you met someone new you hoped to hear that but sadly you didn’t have that much luck
  • but one day you were grocery shopping in a small store
  • you knew about everyone in your town or well at least the faces
  • but now there were a few ones you’d never seen
  • if by a few you can say 13
  • there was this one guy who stayed with the cart and ordered the others around to get stuff, he was pretty buff that’s nice
  • and you saw him smiling at this teen you saw about every time they went to the store. *cough*  Soulmate!S.Coups *cough*
  • but moving on you were going on with your own business just getting what you needed
  • you passed this tall guy getting flour from the highest shelf you could never reach so you asked him to get you one too
  • which he did and you were all like “I’ve never seen you guys here before where did you come from?”
  • apparently they were all visiting one of the boys’ hometown and yeah the rest is history
  • you had a nice little chat with the guy that was apparently called Mingyu
  • they seemed all like polite guys as you passed some of them on your way to the items you needed
  • after some time you saw one of those guys taking selfies in the cereal aisle
  • and you had to admit he had the right because he looked hella fine
  • you were pretty far away from him but you knew you were in his selfie
  • so of course you wanted to photobomb him
  • you decided to go classic and throw up a peace sign and try to look cute from behind your shopping cart
  • after a few selfies he turned around and started grinning
  • you rolled your cart a little closer and said “Shouldn’t you be searching like eggs or something for your friends?”
  • and he was like “Hey that’s exactly what my wrist says!”
  • “No way you have that written on your wrist omg I’m so sorry” because thinking about it the poor dude needs to live with that horrible sentence on his wrist forever
  • he shyly showed you his wrist with a little chuckle “Yes way, my name is Junhui but you can call me Jun for short how about you?”
  • you shortly introduced yourself and suddenly you couldn’t move
  • you had been wrapped by Jun’s arms
  • he was like swaying you a bit from side to side like a little kid who was hugging his teddy bear
  • “I’m sorry I’m just so excited I’ve finally found my soulmate!” he genuinely seemed overwhelmed with emotions
  • seeing him so happy made you even more glad to have found your soulmate
  • “Wait send me that selfie where I’m also in! I need to have our first picture together i mean we basically met through those”
  • and so that specific selfie of Jun became your wallpaper also
  • you clicked so easily with each other it was ridiculous
  • every time you could you would remake your first pic together in as many ways as possible
  • (switch ver.) (summer ver.) (outside ver.)
  • YOU NAME IT
  • just all the fun and being silly

Masterlist