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Basically, This is Basically What Every Dr. Phil Episode is Basically Like Basically
  • Dr. Phil: Hello, I am Doctor Philip, and today we'll be tackling an issue that is very widespread, but rarely spoken about. Gaming addiction. Now, I know many of you know at least one person in your life who plays video games, whether that be a child or, in some cases, a spouse.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: But, when unregulated, gaming can lead to serious addiction. Today I have with me a mother who's home life has been torn apart as her very own son descended into gaming addiction.
  • Mother: *sniffing and wiping tears away* Hello, doctor. Will you cure my son?
  • Dr. Phil: Well, dear, that's... uhh. Let's just bring the boy out already.
  • *dramatic music plays*
  • Gamer: My name is Gregg, I'm 19 years old, I'm a gaming addict, and I don't give a f*ck.
  • Audience: *gasps*
  • Gamer: Yeah, I game for 19 to 20 hours a day and the other four hours I use for looking up sick gaming strats or beating it to anime porn. I once sucked off a dude because he offered me minecraft diamonds. I don't give a sh*t, I would've sucked him off even if he didn't have the diamonds.
  • Audience: *gasps louder*
  • Gamer: Do I hate women? Yes, I hate women. I've emailed Anita Sarkeesian my address. She knows where I am if she wants to fight me. Feminists, square the fuck up. People always ask why I don't do anything other than gaming. I ask them why don't they mind their own f*cking business. I don't think I have a problem. Dr. Phil can honestly eat my whole an*s.
  • Gamer: *walks out onto the stage*
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: F*ck all y'all! I don't give a f*ck! *flips off the audience*
  • Dr. Phil: Please take a seat, son.
  • Gamer: *sits very disrespectfully*
  • Mother: *starts bawling*
  • Dr. Phil: Son, do you think that was acceptable behavior?
  • Gamer: The only behavior I care about is the behavioral patterns for enemies in the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. series. I love video games: Master chief, Mario, uhm, Blinx the Cat... Blasto. Love those guys!
  • Audience: *boos*
  • Gamer: I don't care! You think I care! F*ck all y'all!
  • Dr. Phil: All these people are booing you, doesn't that make you feel bad?
  • Gamer: Are you deaf? Have I not articulated the fact that I absolutely 100% do not care about anything except for video games? I. DON'T. GIVE. A. F*CK.
  • Mother: He's always like this, there's no changing him. It didn't used to be this way... just *starts bawling harder*
  • Dr. Phil: I think there is a way to change him, and we'll find out more about that after these messages.
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays*
  • *The lights dim and every goes empty eyed and slack-jawed*
  • Gamer: Heh, this is weird. *nudges mom and whispers to her* Hey, we're getting paid for this, right. Hey, mom? ...Mom?
  • Mother: *completely unresponsive*
  • Dr. Phil: *completely unresponsive*
  • Audience: *completely unresponsive*
  • Gamer: Heh... this is REALLY weird. *looks around nervously*
  • Audience member: Hey!
  • Gamer: Huh?
  • Audience Member: I'm in the audience! Over here! My arms are strapped to the chair! You have to help me!
  • Gamer: *runs to the audience member*
  • Audience Member: Thank god, I thought I was the only one here left with any brains.
  • Gamer: *hastily undoing the straps* What the fuck is going on?
  • Audience Member: I don't know, but this definitely isn't Dr. Phil's show.
  • Gamer: Then what is it?
  • Audience Member: No clue, but we have to get out of here before the commercial breaks ends.
  • Gamer: *successfully undoes the straps*
  • Audience Member: C'mon! Let's go. *grabs the gamer by the arm*
  • Gamer: *resists* Wait a fucking minute. Why am I supposed to trust you?
  • Audience Member: Because I'm normal and everyone else is braindead if you haven't noticed.
  • Gamer: Yeah, but I'm not going anywhere until I know what's going on. Being on Dr. Phil is a huge opportunity for me to, y'know, advertise my brand. I'm a gamer if you haven't noticed.
  • Audience Member: Are you insane? Have you had a look around you? Does this anything happening right now seem normal to you? Who cares about your "brand". Do you even remember how you got here?
  • Gamer: Well... now that you mention, I can't really remember exactly.
  • Audience Member: Yeah, now let's get the fuck out of here.
  • *the gamer and audience member run through the back exit into the hallways*
  • *the Dr. Phil theme blares as the show returns from commercial break*
  • Gamer: My ears!
  • Audience Member: Move it! *jerks gamer's arm*
  • Gamer: Okay, calm down.
  • *the entire audience screams in unison*
  • Gamer: What the fuck is that!?
  • Audience Member: It's the reason we're running! Quick, in here!
  • *the duo duck into a cramped broom closest*
  • Gamer: Listen, you have to tell me what the fuck is going on right now!
  • Audience Member: Shh.
  • Gamer: Don't shush me!
  • Audience Member: *covers the gamer's mouth*
  • *agonized screaming and violently rumbling passes by the broom closest*
  • Gamer: Holy shit!
  • Audience Member: Stop yelling.
  • Gamer: How can I not yell when it sounds the gates of hell just passed by us!
  • Audience Member: You want it to turn back around and find us?
  • Gamer: Alright. I'll calm down... I'll. *start sobbing*
  • Audience Member: Please, please stop crying. You're too loud.
  • Gamer: I can't! I'm under a lot of stress!
  • Audience Member: You'll be dead if you don't shut the fuck.
  • Gamer: I never wanted any of this, I just wanted to go on Dr. Phil so people would recognize me on YouTube and I could become a popular Let's Player!
  • Audience Member: If you don't shut up right now, I'll-
  • *a snake bites the audience member's neck*
  • Audience Member: *eyes roll up*
  • Gamer: *screams like a baby*
  • *snakes slither under the closet door*
  • Gamer: *stumbles out of the closet and falls into hallway covered with snakes* Fuck me! Fuck me!
  • Gamer: *attempts to run away but falls beneath the snakes and into and empty void*
  • *agonized screaming echoes from all around*
  • Gamer: Am I in hell? I have to be in hell. You don't fall through a pool of snakes and wind up anywhere else but hell.
  • Dr. Phil: THERE IS NO HELL.
  • Gamer: Doc, is that you? If this isn't hell then where am I?
  • Dr. Phil: YOU'RE IN MY REALM SON. *Dr. Phil's face appears glowing in the distance, his eyes are empty sockets and his mouth hangs open*
  • Gamer: What the fuck are you?
  • Dr. Phil: I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • Gamer: You're not Dr. Phil!
  • Dr. Phil: I NEVER SAID I WAS, SON. *a wall of gray human bodies lights up surrounding Dr. Phil's massive head, dr. phil's giant snake body slithers towards the gamer and opens its third eye* I'M DOCTOR PHILIP.
  • *the wall of bodies screams in unison as Dr. Phil devours the gamer*
  • *Dr. Phil theme plays loudly*
  • Dr. Phil: THE NEXT EPISODE IS STARTING. I'M LATE. *slithers into the wall of bodies and his snake body slowly transforms into a normal Dr. Phil's body*
  • Dr. Phil: *crawls onto the stage*
  • Dr. Phil: *dusts himself off* Woo, I went on quite an adventure.
  • Audience: *laughs*
  • Dr. Phil: I'm glad we can all find some time in our lives to laugh, but today's episode is covering something that is most certainly not a laughing matter. It's one of the most serious addictions striking America today and it's rarely talked about. I'm talking about people who love to pee on their mattresses and then pay people exorbitant amounts of money to suck their disgusting mattresses clean.
  • Audience: ... *someone clears their throat*
  • Dr. Phil: What's the matter?
  • Cameraguy: Spsss, Doc. That's not what the episode is about. It's about people with terrible gambling issues.
  • Dr. Phil: Oh, ah, fuck! Cut to commercial!
Physical Appearance and Astrology
  • I decided to make this so it's an ~actual~ post and it might make it easier for you to understand your chart. Before I start listing placements I want to make clear that our dominant sign and planet has a strong influence no matter what. As well as the 1st house, Sun and Moon; as they all have an affect on our looks in an overall way - especially Sun. It is also important to remember that astrology and rulership isn't something that is stilted or 100% clearly defined, it all works together and flows together - like how Leo rules the heart but Aquarius rules the circulatory system (therefore veins). Another important thing to note is that you do have to take genetics into account. For example, if you realise your chart says you're supposed to have thick hair and yours isn't, it's probably just thicker in relation to your other family members:
  • What The Houses and Signs Represent:
  • First House/Aries/Mars: Head, whole face
  • Second House/Taurus/Venus: Neck, collarbones, also influences some facial features such as: mouth, ears and chin. Weight.
  • Third House/Gemini/Mercury: Shoulders, Arms, hands
  • Fourth House/Cancer/Moon: Chest, stomach (secondary ruler)
  • Fifth House/Leo/Sun: Upper back, shoulders, nails and hair (primary ruler)
  • Sixth House/Virgo/Mercury: Stomach (primary ruler)
  • Seventh House/Libra/Venus: Lower back (dimples of Venus), skin, bum (secondary ruler)
  • Eight House/Scorpio/Pluto: Genitalia
  • Ninth House/Sagittarius/Jupiter: Hips, thighs; since they rule height also it can be legs in general, bum (primary ruler)
  • Tenth House/Capricorn/Saturn: Bones,knees, teeth, hair and nails (secondary ruler)
  • Eleventh House/Aquarius/Uranus: Calves, ankles, veins. Also note that Aquarius rules genetic mutations such as blue eyes, dimples, heterochromia iridum etc.
  • Twelfth House/Pisces/Neptune: Feet
  • What the Planets and Signs Do:
  • Aries/Mars: makes it masculine, makes it prominent. Made to "stand out"
  • Taurus/Venus: Makes it attractive/aesthetically pleasing
  • Gemini: Makes it smaller but soft/round
  • Cancer/Moon: Makes it more feminine, round
  • Leo: Makes it "shine"
  • Virgo: Makes it smaller but pointer/angular
  • Libra: Makes things conventional,
  • Made to "fit in", makes it symmetrical
  • Scorpio/Pluto: Makes things more harsh, piercing, "scary/mysterious", usually represented by making things more square in shape
  • Sagittarius/Jupiter: Makes it larger
  • Capricorn/Saturn: Makes it smaller
  • Aquarius/Uranus: Makes it unconventional, asymmetrical or androgynous-esque, also can be made to "stand out"
  • Pisces/Neptune: Adds illusion and delusion. Makes things appear not as how they may actually be.
  • Mercury: A cross between both Gemini and Virgo, makes things more defined but also knobbly, makes things finer
  • Sun: Affects us overall, look to the sign
  • The Archetypal Looks:
  • Aries: Similar to that of a ram, large eyebrows, eyebrows seem furrowed even when not angry.
  • Taurus: Similar to that of a bull, eyes kind of wide set, strong eyebrows, long eyelashes, flat foreheads
  • Gemini: The twins, mischievous, mouth corner naturally turned up, rounder foreheads
  • Cancer: Rounder; big eyes, full lips etc. soft but strong (crab)
  • Leo: Leo is the lion so the archetype is looking cat like and with great hair
  • Virgo: The virgin, the look is innocent and youthful, flat foreheads.
  • Libra: The scales, there isn't really an archetypal look for this sign except making things balanced and symmetrical
  • Scorpio: The scorpion, archetypically intimidating looking. Piercing gaze, square face, strong shoulders etc.
  • Sagittarius: The centaur/archer, long face and tall body. Also being pear shaped (carry most of your weight on your hips, thighs and bum) to give the "appearance of a horse"
  • Capricorn: the goat, flat foreheads but can have prominent temples, small features, even teeth and prominent bone structure; especially cheekbones
  • Aquarius: Water bearer (representing that they're hear to bring water (knowledge) to the world), large foreheads, noticeable eyes, the water bearer also has no assigned gender to the archetypal look is androgynous
  • Pisces: The fish, full lips, big eyes, full cheeks

theragingthespian  asked:

if you're feeling it pal, supercorp and dancing. but tbh, i'll read anything you're up to writing

She realized she was in trouble sometime between Alex telling her that she had proposed to Maggie and the moment she helped with sending out the invitations—and by help she meant that she saved Alex and Maggie a small fortune on postage by delivering the invitations herself.

Or perhaps she realized she was in trouble when Alex sat her down one afternoon—many, many months after the Daxamite invasion—and told her that she needed help choosing a song to dance to.

(“Can it be ‘N Sync?” Kara had asked, laughing when Alex didn’t even acknowledge her question.

“Maggie got all the fun jobs,” she’d muttered petulantly. “Choosing venue and catering is easy but everyone’s going to judge the first song we dance to.”

“I’ll judge if the food isn’t good,” Kara had tried helpfully. Alex didn’t deign to dignify that with a response.)

Though really, she realized she was in trouble when Winn helpfully pointed out that Kara couldn’t dance.

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miraculous-oceanseyes  asked:

So for the 100 ways to say I love you meme, I'm so sorry to ask for Klance, (I'm sure you've done a lot) but could you maybe do Insecure Keith for no. 50 "you're beautiful"

Mmmmm boi I’m 100% into this request. Like I NEVER see insecure Keith (it’s usually Lance) so I’m super down with this. Hella down. Thanks so much!


Keith lays on the warehouse floor. His ears ringing badly and his entire left side searing in pain. He’s nauseous. When his eyes blink open, it takes him a moment to process his surroundings. The visor of his helmet is cracked. Bright light dances around him.

“Keith! Keith!”

Lance’s cries sound muffled. Keith groans as he pulls himself up on all fours. His left side buckles almost immediately. He looks down.

The under suit of his armour has been burnt away and has left raw, charred skin. His blood is sticky, and parts of his suit have melted onto his wounds. Keith winces. This doesn’t look good. 

He begins to crawl along the ground. He has no idea where Lotor or his generals are, but he hopes that they’ve assumed he’s dead and are now distracted with something else.

“Keith?! Keith?!!” Lance’s cries sound panicked. His heavy footfalls clang on the metal walkway just above where Keith lays.

“Lance?” He tries to call, but his lungs are filled with ash. 

He’s not dying here. Not like this.

Keith rolls onto his right side and manages to stand. He clings to the smooth, metal wall for support, and tries to hobble along it to get…. somewhere else. Somewhere he hopes his friends are and this fire cannot reach. Lance’s footsteps sound distant now.

He turns a corner and reaches the holding area of the warehouse. Large racking reaches up to the domed ceiling, holding rows and rows of glass cylinders. The gold liquid in them swirls and oscillates like a lava lamp. Keith’s eyes widen.

Just a bit. He thinks. It’ll be ok. It has to, and with his wounds as bad as they are… what other choice does he have?

With the hilt of his sword, Keith smashes a glass cylinder above him. The quintessence pours over him like honey. It feels cold, and his burns hiss at the contact. Keith screams.


“Keith?” Lance screeches to a halt. His chest aches from lack of oxygen, but he continues sprinting, this time in the direction of the howl. He soon comes to the belly of the warehouse, flames dancing between the liters of quintessence. He’s about to yell out when he sees him.

Keith, slumped against the wall, his chest heaving with exhaustion. Lance bolts towards him.

“Keith!” His eyes and hands start to roam over Keith’s body, looking for signs of injury. His under suit is almost gone on his left side, and Lance examines the melted and charred edges that stick out from beneath Keith’s armour. His fingers paw at pale skin. Beautiful and unblemished. Lance’s hands move up to Keith’s neck and he forces his friend to look at him.

“Keith! Are you hurt?! What’s wrong? Can you walk? I can…” His questions hammer out of his mouth. Keith forces his eyes to stay open. The pain from his side is gone, but exhaustion flows through his veins. The world spins. The heat must be getting to him. 

“I’m fine!” He manages. Lance notices how he sways on his feet.

“I’m getting you out of here!” Lance hoists Keith’s arm over his shoulders and tries to take most of his weight.

“But the others…?!”

“They’ve already gone. It’s just us, now let’s go!”


Keith only vaguely remembers Lance dragging him into his lion, the hum of the machinery, and Hunk hoisting him into the castle. They placed him in a healing pod, but the pod released him after only a minute. Nothing wrong with him. 

Exhaustion, Coran had offered. Dehydration, Pidge diagnosed. Lance carried him to bed after drinking 2 litres of water. It definitely made him feel better. Lance places a cool rag on his head and lays him down.

“Call me if you need anything, ok?” His fingers linger on Keith’s cheek. Keith smiles brightly and giggles.

“I’m fine Lance. Stop worrying.”

Images of Keith’s melted armour flash before him again. Lance tries not to dwell on it.

“Ok… ok… We just can’t afford to lose our leader.” He pats Keith on the shoulder and stands. His hand trails along the door frame as he passes through.

“Lance?”

Lance pauses. He smiles over his shoulder.

“Yeah, man?”

Keith sleepily smiles and sinks into his blankets. 

“Thanks for always having my back.”

“That’s what sharpshooters do.” Lance winks before he passes through the door.


Lance rapts his knuckles loudly against Keith’s door the next morning.

“Hey buddy? You survive?”

“I feel like I’ve been hit with a truck.” Keith grumbles inside.

“So nooooo to training then?”

Keith groans louder and Lance chuckles.

“I just wanna sleep.”

“That’s fine. I’ll check on you later.

Lance doesn’t see Keith emerge for the rest of the day.


“Keith?” Lance softly knocks on Keith’s door the next morning. “You feeling any better?”

There’s a drawn out silence.

“Keith?”

“Can you get Allura for me?”

Keith’s reply surprises Lance. The anxiety that had been slowly simmering in his gut heats into a roaring boil. Lance starts to punch in the code to enter.

“Can I come in? Keith I…”

“No!”

Lance jumps back from the door. Fear grips his throat.

“Just… just get Allura for me…” Keith’s voice softens into pleading. “Please…”

Lance spins on his heal.


He delivers Allura, who slips into Keith’s bedroom… without Lance.


It shouldn’t hurt Lance as much as it does. It shouldn’t twist his gut every time he sees Allura enter Keith’s bedroom, sometimes with Coran, sometimes without.

Hadn’t he and Keith bonded now? Didn’t they trust each other with everything?

Lance was supposed to be his right hand man…

Jealousy and fear poisons his thoughts for the next two days.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a sterek fic where stiles and Derek are best friends who are pining for each other and stiles has a kid and Derek is like a father to the kid and the kid sees him that way and that kinda inspires stiles to make a move? :)

Hi, I hope you’re still following me, this ask is a hundred years old but I wrote it. I’m sorry, I’m trash! Kisses :**

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It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Jason just wanted to have a good time with his friends, it was hard enough to convince his dad that he wouldn’t drink more than two beers, and then someone decided to light up fucking fireworks inside Mrs. Evans barn.

“I didn’t think the hay would burn!” Chris cries out and Jason wants to shove a chemistry book on his face.

His dad is never going to let him go out again.

“Oh no.” Alicia groans as the first firetruck comes into view followed closely by a police car.

Shit.

“I was never here!” Jason whispers, hiding behind Luke as soon as Derek steps out of the truck.

“Is there anyone else inside?” All his friends shake their heads and Derek nods, walking towards the burning building. “Erica, go to the back with Isaac. Boyd, you’re with me.” He orders his partners, then turns and stares straight at Luke. “I can see you, Jason.”

“Shit.” Jason mutters. He’s so fucked.


“Is there any chance you won’t tell my dad?” Jason asks, shivering under the jacket Derek gave him. Derek snorts and mutters something that sounds a lot like ‘keep dreaming’. “Please? I can wash your car every week for the rest of my life.”

“You’re going to do that any way.” Derek says. And he’s right, Jason loves Derek’s Camaro. He caresses the leather seat distractedly, looks out the window, his dad is going to be so disappointed. He hates seeing his disappointed face.

When Derek grabbed his shoulder once the fire was completely extinguished and guided him towards the firetruck, Jason thought he was safe. Derek is nice, he’s his godfather, he gave Jason his first beer, talked to him about safe sex after dad freaked out when Jason said he’d been watching porn since he was thirteen. Derek is cool.

Or he was because once they arrived at the station, he practically shoved Jason inside his car, saying he’d drive him home to help his dad kill him. Derek is not his favorite anymore.

“Did you tell him yet?” Jason asks as Derek parks in front of his house.

“No.” Derek answers, turning the engine off. “He’d freak out.” Jason nods, being the only child of a single parent has its ups, but it also has its downs. “Come on,” Derek squeezes his shoulder, “like a band-aid, right?”

“I don’t wanna hurt him.” Jason looks down at his hands. “Chris didn’t do it on purpose, and I – I thought we were only going to have a good time.”

“I know.” Derek says. “It was an accident, it happens. But it doesn’t mean that we won’t worry. We care about you.” When Jason looks up, Derek smiles softly before pulling him into a hug. “I changed your diapers. Unfortunately,” he adds, making Jason snort against his shoulder, “and I taught you how to play baseball. I was there when you broke your arm but sometimes I won’t be, and your dad won’t be either.” Jason sniffs, holds Derek’s shirt with both hands. “But we will always care about you.” Jason nods and they stay like that for a while. 

Okay, Derek really is his favorite.

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anonymous asked:

can you write something about Harry being a private person and not opening up to you even though you're dating him, thanks!

WOOOWOWW my very first request ever this is unbelievable. Thank you so much for this prompt and I hope you enjoy it! And to the anon that asked about me writing angst earlier: I lied because I did not think I would be writing angst any time soon but then this happened so I think it kind of fits the criteria????

You’re sat in Harry’s apartment, idly flipping through a magazine while you wait for him to come out of the shower. He comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist, small droplets of water running down the sides of his arms.

“Are you not getting ready for the opening of that new nightclub downtown? A-lists only, apparently.” You had seen the invitation that he’d receive in the mail, and Harry hadn’t gone out in so long that you figured he would go.

“Don’t want to, not my type of nightclub,” he replied while he shakes the ends of his hair out. “There’s only certain ones that I’d go to.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”

Now that you think about it, there are a lot of things you don’t know about Harry. You’ve been together for two months now and sure, it’s still early in the relationship and you’re not supposed to know everything about him, but you’re not sure if you know more than what the rest of his fans know about him.

When you think back on the conversations you’ve had with Harry you realize that they’ve all been about you- things you can’t stand, what you wanted to do with your future, places you wanted to visit. It was always about you, and while you appreciated the attention that Harry gave you, you were curious as to why he never gave you that much detail about himself.

Do you even know what his favorite dish is? Or his favorite color? His favorite anything?

Harry must’ve seen the frown on your face because he moves to sit down next to you on the sofa.

“Everything alright, love?”

“What’s your favorite color?” You suddenly ask him.

He looks taken back for a second. “Where are we going with this?”

It’s not exactly the answer you were looking for, so you hesitate before answering him.

“I just feel like I don’t know those little things about you, like I don’t know you well enough.”

“You know tons of stuff about me. I’m from Cheshire, I used to be a baker-“

“Everyone knows that about you, Harry, it’s all over your Wikipedia page,” you interrupt him. “I’m not asking you to tell me all of your secrets. I just feel like we’ve only been talking about me, and I want to talk about you now.”

Harry moves his fingers to the corner of his mouth and tugs on his bottom lip. You can see him finding the right words to say before the slowly gets them out.

“I used to not have any secrets, like the world used to know everything about me. I didn’t like it.”

“I understand if you want to be private with the media and the public but I’m not them. I can’t keep dating you if you won’t open up to me. It’s like you keep to yourself because you don’t see us going anywhere.”

You haphazardly toss the magazine on the marble coffee table in front of you, turning your full attention to Harry. You’re in this relationship for the long run, and if Harry only saw this as a temporary fling, then you couldn’t do it.

“Do you see this going anywhere?” You press.

Harry remains silent, and the frown that’s taken over his face tells you that his answer isn’t one that you’re going to like.

You scoff before reaching for your keys on coffee table. “Don’t forget to lock the door,” You tell him as you get up to leave his flat.

-

Where are you?
Need to see you

You put your phone down as soon as you finish reading the messages that Harry sent. You take half a sip of your coffee before your stomach churns and you have to put the cup down. It’s been three days since you walked out of Harry’s apartment and you hadn’t heard from him until now. The knot in your stomach still lingers from the last conversation you two shared. Your relationship with Harry was coming to its end; you could feel it. Or had it ended already? Did it end when you walked out of his apartment earlier that week? Perhaps he wants to see you so that he could break up with you properly.

You decide that you have to face him eventually. Five minutes pass before you pick your phone up again to reply to Harry’s texts.

Alfred’s on Melrose. I’m alone, you can come by.

Fifteen minutes later you see Harry walk into the coffee shop with a book tucked under his arm. He pulls his sunglasses to the top of his head and slowly scans the room before waking towards your table and pulling out the chair across from yours.

You wait for him to sit down before you speak.

“If you’re going to break up with me I’d rather it not happen in public,” you don’t mean for the words to come out so bitterly, but they do.

“M’not gonna break up with you, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if I let you go.”

Your heart skips a beat when he says it. This is the Harry that you know, the Harry that you’re falling for, but you’re not going to let his sweet words mask the fact that you still don’t know him as much as you’d like.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper relationship,“ he continues speaking after running his fingers through the top of his hair. “Been a long time actually. I really like you and I don’t want to mess this up, but I think I’ve built my walls so high that it’s become difficult to take them down.”

Harry looks down and fiddles with the ring on his middle finger before picking the book up from his lap and sliding it across the table in your direction. When you get a better look at like you notice that it’s a leather journal that’s a bit torn up at the spine.

“This is my journal. I write everything in here. Lyrics, inspiring events, things that I like and I want to remember. I’ve never fully shown anyone it’s contents before. I mean, Mitch has seen a couple of pages when we were working on the album, but that’s just a snippet.”

You run your fingers over the leather cover and play with its edges. You look up to find Harry’s gaze, as if asking for permission to flip to the first page.

“Go ahead, take a look. I want you to know me as much as I’m getting to know you, and I think this is as personal as I can get.”

When you flip to the first page there’s a sketch of a flower and a some lines that you recognize from his songs. You quickly glance at the next few pages before your eye catches your own name scribbled about a dozen times on one page.

When you look up from the journal, you find Harry leaned back in his chair with a grin plastered across his face.

“Ask me anything, I’m an open book.”

Midnight Circus

Originally posted by jeonilys

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→  reader
☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au
☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”


There was always that rush of excitement when summer came—that feeling of freedom and the urge to run wild bursting at the seems. That’s how it was for most people, not you. When the sun shines with no end was something entirely different for you. Summer meant no school, known of those fellow classmates or teachers on your back. Your lively classmates bubbled in anticipation of the bell, the one thing that would free them from this white tiled prison for months. Just one last ring and I’m outta here, you thought. When it finally came you giggled at the students who jumped out of their seats, mostly guys, they huddled together as if they’d just one the state championship. The teacher attempted to calm them but eventually gave up, who could blame them?

Come on, Y/N!

Your friends beckoned you to hurry up and follow them out the door, that was currently being bombarded with the whole class. There was no point in rushing, so you told them to go ahead with you. They only shook their heads. You were the resident ‘good girl’ of your group of friends—as good as a high school senior could get at least. As quickly as you could look up you were left in the empty class room, you looked at the reminder the suddenly came up on your phone. You hadn’t received your grade for year yet so you waited around at the main office for them. Sitting on the bench outside, you waited patiently, looking through your phone until your teacher came out. 

Ms. Y/L/N, here you go.” You stood up and grabbed the thin folder from her, flipping through it really quick to make sure it was yours. “Enjoy you’re summer- Oh and congratulations on your graduation.” 

“Thank you.” You two exchanged smiles before she scurried back to her office, anxious to leave this place. She was probably happier to be on summer break than the students in this school. If you had to deal with these terrors in a few months you would too, you had to sit in a class room with them but she has to teach them. 

Striding down the hall, you looked over the paper, looking over your grades for the past year. One C out of a list of A’s. You glared down at the letter, one project with that delinquent nearly depleted your grade point average—you never forgave him for that and you weren’t planning on it. A few steps and you were at your car, fumbling with your keys to open the car door. You dropped them on the pavement. Just as quick as they fell you bent down to get it but you were stopped as an all too familiar black boot kicked it away. 

Jeon Jungkook. He quickly had your keys in his hands. You tried to snatch them back but he only gave you a smug grin as your cheeks were already reddening in frustration.

“What do you want.” You spat crossing your arms, eliciting a snort from him. 

Jungkook was what some would call a fuck-boy, a bad boy, a hearthrob; just to name a few. But you had other names for him, a waste of a good looking human being; in short. He did what he wanted and could care less if his stupid decisions affected you or anyone else—he loves himself with no shame whatsoever. His charming glances and charismatic ways of talking may have had everyone at his mercy but he wasn’t fooling you—not for a second.

“Chill, I just wanted to wish you a good summer, what’s the harm in that?” He said

Oh please, you wanted to wipe that grin right off of his face.

“Anytime you try to talk to me, you mean harm. Jungkook, I don’t have time for this.” You attempted to snatch the keys once again but he blocked your attempts by putting his hands far from your reach. “Give me my keys back!” You crossed your arms, waiting for him to stop being childish and hand them over.

“Come on, are you serious?” He laughed. “You’re panties are still in a bunch about that-…what was it again?” He tilted his head in thought, “Collaborative project.” He signed quotation marks with his fingers.

“Since you obviously don’t have the best of memory, I’ll remind you of what you did to me. While we were supposed to be finishing the project the night before. I had finish it by myself. While you decided you’d go roof topping with your friends, on the school, during an open house—which, by the way has to be one of the stupidest ideas you’ve ever had. You could’ve been arrested, not that I would care.” You huffed, already feeling yourself getting heated by the combination of the pounding sun and your rising anger. He was sporadic and impulsive, he said what he was thinking and went with the moment—all the time, and it was annoying. 

“But did I get caught? No, I didn’t- And you were a doll for keeping your lips shut about it, baby girl.” He tapped the bottom of your chin and you jerked back, smacking his hand away. You hated when he’d call you that, it was a nickname he came to like because of one incident. There was a tornado warning in the area, when it touched down you sat in the corner of the room, you closed your ears he could’ve sworn he saw tears.

The day before the due date you got hit with a bad virus and couldn’t take in the project so you gave the responsibility to him—bad idea, a horrifyingly bad idea. He never came to your house to pick it up—he didn’t even go to school that day, your teacher was convinced that Jungkook got you to skip school until you explained to her that you were bedridden. To this day, you still don’t know where he went, and you really don’t care anymore.

“I kept my lips shut because I wasn’t going through that for you. When I texted you to tell you I was sick, and politely asked you to pick up the project and turn it in you left me on read! And never freaking showed up. Honestly, how rude can someone be…” 

“Ok, and? You stress over ever fucking little thing, it was one project.” He retorted, those distinct eyebrows taunting you with every little facial quirk. You snatched the keys from his hand, getting in to your car and slamming the door. 

He knocked on the window—your stupid self actually let it down. 

“What.” Your hands firmly on the wheel as you were getting ready to pull out.

“You never gave me back my headphones, the ones I left at your place. I need them back.” You had to laugh, you know he doesn’t think your just gonna hand over his stuff after all the things he’s put you through. He’s not entitled to anything that has to do with you.

You had something he wanted. You smirked, the tables have finally turned. 

“Ah, you mean the black ones with the blue on the sides?” He nodded, “Yeah, no, I don’t know what you’re talking about, you must be thinking about another girls house, I know you probably lose count.” You cooed, close lipped grinning like the petty person you were.

“I know you have them, quit being petty and hand them over.” His attempt to push you in a corner was working to him but in reality it was failing miserably.

“Now i’m definitely not giving them to you, even if I did have them, which I don’t, you won’t be seeing them anytime soon.” You could tell by the way his tongue protruded against his cheek, he wasn’t happy with you. You assumed he would escalate the argument but he only laughed, you frowned. “Why are you laughing?”

“None of your damn business.” With that he walked back to where he left from and you willed yourself not to pay him any mind. You get a whole three months free of him, annoying classmates and the school in general. 

Life was looking pretty good right about now.

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Imagine - You're dating Alex but Zach kisses you

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Request: “Hey! Could you do an imagine where the reader is dating Alex, but Zach has a crush on them and kisses them at a party, so they don’t know if they should tell Alex, but he eventually finds out? Thank you!!”

You were with your boyfriend, Alex Standall, at another one of Bryce Walker’s famous parties. You weren’t a big fan of parties but you came because Alex had asked you too.

You and Alex have been dating for about two months now and you like Alex, he’s sweet, but sometimes he can be quite neglecting towards you. It’s hard to depict how he’s feeling towards you because he’s a generally reserved person, but lately he has been acting more distant than usual. Which you understand the reasoning behind. His friend, Hannah Baker, had just committed suicide two weeks ago. You can’t begin to imagine how tough that must be on him. But you only wish that he could talk to you. You are his girlfriend after all, you’re there to support him.

Alex was currently getting the two of you some drinks inside, while you waited by the edge of the pool.  You were sitting with your feet dipped in the water when you feel someone sit down next to you. 

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you're sO good at writing AHHHH i loved the bestriends to lovers au (both cheol and shua's hehe~) can u pretty pretty pretty please with a cherry on top write one for seokmin??? im crying just thinking about it bec he fits the image so wellㅠㅠ thank u and i lobeu you and ur blog!!!!!!!! !!!

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  • putting it simply, in the 5th grade seokmin asked if he could cheat off you on a history test and you said no but then he’d looked so lost and confused staring down at his paper that mid-test while the teacher wasn’t looking you leaned over and whispered “the answer is b for one, three, and seven. that’s all im giving you.”
  • and ,,,,,, you almost fell out of your chair when seokmin turned to you - literal stars and hearts in his eyes - and went thANK yOU in the loudest whisper he could muster
  • since then,,,,,you two have kind of always been a duo. seokmin’s friendly, open personality granted him a LOT of other friends but you were the person he trusted the most
  • and he’d always made that evident,,,from telling you his deepest regrets that one time you guys ordered pizza and sat up on the roof of his building at 1am to,,,,,,the time you guys spent three months of saved up money battling each other at ddr at the arcade while everyone in the place watched
  • whatever you and seokmin did separately,,,whoever you became friends with or dated,,,,like in the end it always just ended up with you two leaning on each other for support
  • even if seokmin’s support is sometimes ,,,, over exaggerated and a little silly,,,,,,,that about him makes you love him all the more
  • (sometimes you’re not sure if that ‘love’ is just platonic,,,but ahem we’ll get there)
  • anyway you get a job at a cafe one day and you’re calling seokmin to tell him and he’s just as excited as you are about it ,,,but then you tell him your shift ends at midnight and suddenly the excitment turns into concern in seokmins voice
  • and he’s basically going that’s too late!!! it’s so dark??? your subway ride home is an hour long!!!! it’s dangerous
  • and you’re like seokmin please im not 12 i know how to prot-
  • but seokmin isn’t having it and he’s like “you work monday, thursday, and friday right?? i,,,,,have practice near there!! ill meet up with you and take the train with you to keep you safe!!”
  • and you’re trying to tell him that isn’t necessary,, you don’t want to add onto his schedule
  • but seokmin is as stubborn as it can get sometimes and you’re like fI NE,,,,,but seriously you don’t have to
  • but ofc,,,on your first day you come outside and seokmin is waiting outside looking through his phone
  • and you’re like oh my god dude you really came and he’s like of course,,do you see how dark it is outside????? and you’re rolling your eyes but like,,,,,it’s nice
  • because as you’re taking the train you and seokmin are alone,,,,,getting to talk and crack jokes like you did before your lives got so busy and stuff
  • and seokmin sticks true to his promise,,,every shift you get off he’s there. backpack slung over his shoulder, phone in hand
  • you get into the habit of sneaking out drinks for the two of you before you leave,,, seokmin always grins because he’s like you still remember my favorite!! and you’re like oF Course we’re best friends
  • and,,,,,it’s just so ,,,,,,comfortable
  • all your co-workers think you’re dating but you’re like it’s not like that!!!!! and they’re like uhuh O K
  • one afternoon seokmin’s friend who practices with him hoshi stops by and he recognizes you and you’re like “hows practice going??” and hoshi tilts his head and is like “we don’t practice today?” and you’re like,,,,,,,,wait what seokmin told me you guys practice near here
  • and hoshi shakes his head and is like near here??? our studio is like??? on the opposite side of the city
  • and you’re shocked because,,,,,,does that mean,,,,,seokmin lied? 
  • and hoshi is like um,,,,,,hey,,,,,earth to you,,,,,can i order??
  • and you’re like oH yeah,,,,,sorry
  • the rest of your shift you keep trying to fit two and two together,,,,if seokmin isn’t nearby that means he’s probably traveling to get here,,,,,either from the studio across the city or from his house which isn’t close either
  • does that mean,,,,seokmin had been putting in all this effort,,,,,for you?? 
  • but you can’t think /why/ even best friends don’t do things like that for each other,,,,
  • as closing time comes around you decide to confront seokmin and when you find him standing outside,,,,,his smile drops when he sees you’re not smiling back
  • and before he can ask you whats up you go “seokmin,,,,,,hoshi came in today.” and seokmin is like that’s cool!! did he bother you? just tell me and ill-
  • but you’re like “he told me that you guys don’t practice around here. seokmin,,,,,,,why are you coming to meet me after work? what’s the real reason?”
  • and seokmin’s face darkens a bit and you’re like ?????? but he looks down at his shoes and mumbles that,,,,,,is it really not obvious? he’s worried about you
  • and you’re like you can be worried but three days a week taking the commute here just to see me is a bi-
  • but then seokmin stops you and for the first time he’s looking at you with something,,,,,,different in his eyes,,,,,and he says that he’s worried,,,,,,and the commute is worth it because he gets to see you. he gets to make sure you’re safe
  • and you’re supposed to protect the people you love
  • and for a moment you think he means it platonically but then ???? seokmin’s pulling you into his arms??? your face pressed against his warm chest
  • and with his face in your hair he says that he isn’t trying to just be a good friend,,,,,,,he’s trying to show you that he’s someone who will be there for you,,,,,,,,like a boyfriend
  • and the word shocks you but,,,,,,,,,at the same time it floods you with happiness
  • because seokmin ,,,,,,seokmin whose so well liked and never bothered,,,,,is telling you,,,,in the most serious tone that he,,,,wants to be yours
  • and you lift your arms up,,, grabbing the back of his hoodie and pulling even closer to him because,,,,,,,,,you want to be his too,,,,,,
"Oh my God. You're in love with her."

Harry was sitting at his desk working. Not stealing glances at Draco every chance he could get. They had just closed a case and were filling out the paperwork. Harry finished his report and looked up. Draco was staring off into space, a small smile on his face.

“What are you so happy about?” Harry asked. Draco flushed.

Before he could answer, there was a knock on the door of their shared office space.

“Come in,” Harry called. He made a mental note to pester Draco later about his smiling and whatnot.

A woman with black hair and fancy clothes stepped in. She didn’t even glance at Harry, but instead went straight to Draco’s desk. Draco stood and greeted her with a smile. He gave the woman a hug and a delicate kiss on her cheek. Harry looked away.

“Astoria,” Draco said. “What are you doing here?”

“I was out and about in the Ministry and I thought I should come see you. Is now a good time?” She asked, glancing around at the paperwork on Draco’s desk.

Harry wanted to tell her that it was most certainly not a good time. They were very busy, thank you very much, but Draco spoke before he could.

“I’m almost done. Let me just finish this up and we can go get dinner?” Draco asked.

“That’d be lovely,” Astoria said. Draco looked over the report once more, wrote a few things down, then set his quill down.

“Harry, you wouldn’t mind sending this off for me, will you?” Draco asked.

Harry grit his teeth and without looking up said, “Sure.”

Soon, Harry heard the door open and close. He was alone. He stood to grab his and Draco’s reports. As he approached Draco’s desk, a base exploded behind him. Deep breaths, he told himself. Accidental magic hadn’t been a problem for him for a long while. But, he supposed there was a lot of firsts today.

Didn’t Draco say there wasn’t anyone special in his life? He always refused to meet anyone his mother wanted to set him up with. His family was desperate for an heir. Draco always refused, however.

Who was that girl?

A few months later…

“Harry! It was reckless. You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Draco practically yelled. His face was red and he was running his hand through his hair. He only did that when he was extremely agitated.

“I’m fine. Look at me: not even a scratch,” Harry argued.

“You’re ridiculous. That’s it. I’m filing for another partner. I cannot do this anymore,” Draco said. He turned to his desk, but Harry grabbed his arm.

“Oh c'mon you don’t mean that. You love me as your auror partner. The risk makes it more fun,” Harry joked.

Draco huffed, “It’s not funny. One of these days, you’re going to get yourself killed and then I’ll be left to deal with the backlash and paperwork.” Harry nudged him on the shoulder.

“Okay, okay. I promise I won’t put myself in unnecessary danger anymore. It wasn’t my intention to upset you. I’m sorry,” Harry apologized. Draco was still facing away from
him, but Harry could tell he was slightly more at ease.

“Fine,” Draco said curtly. “I’m still writing in my report that you were impetuous. Don’t come crying to me when Kingsley gives you a talking down to.” He turned to sit as his desk.

Harry smiled and said, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Harry copied him and made it to his own desk. He began the paperwork, but was interrupted by Draco.

“I was wondering if I could ask your advice on something,” Draco said.

“Sure,” Harry said, looking up expectedly.

“Well, Astoria’s birthday is coming up, in September,” Draco said and Harry tried not to wince, he really did. “But I don’t know what to buy her. I found this bracelet, but I don’t know if it’s too much. Maybe I should look for rings.”

Harry completely froze at the word ‘rings.’ This could not be happening. Draco stood and walked to the front of Harry’s desk.

He ignored his feelings and said, “In September? It’s July right now!”

“Its august tomorrow. I only ask you because I’ve never gotten gifts for… lady friends. I figured you would know with Granger and the Weaslette,” Draco said.

“Well, that’s hardly the same,” Harry said. They weren’t dating him. Sure, Ginny and him had dating once upon a time, but he never bought her a gift during that time. Buying for your friends was different than buying for your partners.

“Isn’t it?” Draco asked confusedly.

Harry ignored him and asked, “What does the bracelet look like?” Draco brought up his wand, and a picture floated in front of Harry. It was gorgeous. There were more diamonds than Harry could count and they were all aligned in a beautiful design to form what looked to be swans.

“Swans are her favorite animal. Is this too much?” Draco asked self-consciously. All Harry could feel was dreadful. It felt like their was a fifty ton weight in his stomach.

“Oh my God. You’re in love with her,” Harry muttered. Before, Draco could answer, Harry gathered up his stuff. He couldn’t look at Draco right now, he just couldn’t.

“Harry,” Draco said. But Harry couldn’t. He needed to get out of there now. “Harry wait,” Draco said as Harry made his way to the door.

“I forgot I have… plans. I need to go,” Harry’s aid hurriedly and he walked out, leaving Draco behind. He didn’t see Draco’s confused expression, or the patronus message he sent to Hermione.

As he was traveling down the elevator, it stopped on the Magical Creature Department floor. Hermione saw him and immediately pulled him out.

“Hermione! What are you doing?” Harry asked incredulously. He just wanted to go home and drink himself to sleep. Why couldn’t people let him do that?

“Harry, I need your help with something,” Hermione said she was dragging him through the room filled with cubicles and people.

“Can’t it wait until tomorrow 'Mione? I want to go home,” Harry said.

“There’s an office that keeps raining. But it’s not water it’s raining, it’s mud,” Hermione said. She stopped at a closed door. It was an unoccupied office, but Harry didn’t need to know. He also didn’t need to know that Hermione was the one to spell it to rain mud.

Harry sighed and opened the door. Sure enough, the office was filled with mud and it was only getting worse.

“I would think you’d know how to fix this, Hermione,” Harry said. He raised his wand and cast, “Finite incantatem,” not really expecting it to work.

The office immediately stopped raining and Harry raised an eyebrow at Hermione.

“Oh, I didn’t think to use that spell. How silly of me,” Hermione said, a blush covering her face.

Harry stepped around her and said, “Alright Hermione, I need to get home now.”

Hermione waved him off. Again, as Harry had his back to her, he didn’t see a message patronus, this time delivering itself to Ron. He got back into the elevator and made his way all the way to the atrium, where the floo was. As he stepped out, Ron stepped up to him.

“Ron? What are you doing here?” Harry asked quizzically.

“Just wanted to surprise Hermione,” Ron said, holding up a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Oh,” Harry replied.

“But while I got you here, I was wondering if I could get your advice on something,” Ron said. Harry remembered being asked the same thing by Draco and he wanted to go home now more than ever.

But he stayed and asked, “What’s up?”

“Er, well Hermione and I had a little argument over… the dishes. Yeah, the dishes. She said that she wants to hand wash them the muggles way, but I said spelling them clean is faster and better. It turned into a big fight. What should I do?” Ron asked.

“Well, the flowers are a good start. I would say to er, hand wash the dishes with her. It’s easy and you can get through dishes fast,” Harry said. Ron nodded.

“I’ll see you,” Harry said. He began to walk away but Ron grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” Ron exclaimed.

“What?” Harry asks, bewildered.

“How do you hand wash dishes? I’ve no idea,” Ron said and Harry sighed.

“I’m sure Hermione will show you. I need to go now Ron,” Harry pleaded. Why did everyone and their mother need to speak with him today?

Ron let him go grudgingly and Harry stepped away. When he made it to the fireplaces, he jumped in and said his address. The familiar tugging sensation overtook him, but before he made it home, he was thrown back into the Ministry. He tried it again twice with the same results. He switched to a different fireplace, but it still didn’t work.

Great, he thought, now the floo isn’t working.

Ten minutes later, he was out of the Ministry and above ground. Once he found a deserted alleyway, he apparated to his apartment. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as he walked up to steps to his door. He used his wand to unlock the door and bring down his wards.

When he opened the door and turned on the light, yells of “Surprise!” rang through the house. He looked around and saw all of his friends: Hermione, Ron, Luna, Ginny, Blaise, Neville, Seamus, Dean, everyone. At the front was the one and only Draco.

“Happy birthday Harry!” Hermione said.

“You guys didn’t really argue about dishes, did you?” Harry asked. Ron snorted and shook his head. Hermione stepped up to him and gave him a hug. He returned it.

“Thanks you 'Mione,” Harry said.

She shook her head and said, “Oh, don’t thank me. It was all Draco’s idea.” Harry released to look up at the man in question. Draco was biting his lip and looking unsure of himself.

“Thanks,” Harry said and Draco nodded. And the party began.

It was nice for Harry to talk to his friends and drink some beer. He had wanted something stronger, but he supposed he would have to wait. As the night passed on he tried to not follow Draco with his gaze everywhere, but old habits died hard. Draco was seemingly trying to keep to himself. Harry knew it must have been hard for him to contact everyone to invite them. Not everyone has made the best amends with him despite how much he had changed.

Everyone started to file out sometime after midnight. Most of them did have work tomorrow, after all. Harry closed the door behind Seamus and Dean, but didn’t turn around. He knew who was standing behind him. He wasn’t ready to face him even after all of this. Draco put a lot of effort into the party and Harry was grateful. But his heart was also shattered into a million pieces.

“Do you like the party?” Draco asked. Harry nodded and finally turned around.

“It was great. Thank you… Draco,” Harry said and Draco beamed.

Harry feigned a yawn and said, “But it was very tiring. Need rest for work tomorrow, you know.” He hoped Draco would take the hint.
Instead he said something completely unexpected.

“I believe you misunderstand my and Astoria’s relationship,” he said.

Harry’s eyebrows raised, “Oh?”

“We’re friends. Just friends. She helped me with something, that’s all. There’s nothing more between us,” Draco explained. Harry tired to squash the hope growing in his chest. He knew it couldn’t amount to anything.

“Why are you telling me this? Your love life has nothing to do with me,” Harry said.

Draco looked down at his feet and said, “Maybe it does.”

“What?” Harry asked.

“I didn’t give you your birthday present yet,” Draco said. He pulled a black box from his coat and stepped up to Harry. Hesitant hands took the box and opened it. Inside it was a beautiful watch. Lifting it, Harry looked at the back, where there was an engraving.

It said, “Just in case you lose yourself in time xxx”

“It’s marvelous,” Harry said.

“Yeah it is,” Draco said. Harry looked up to see Draco watching him. He was so close. His eyes flicked down to Draco’s lips and back to his eyes. Harry thought he could lose himself in those eyes forever. Draco leaned in until there was only a centimeter of space between them. He looked down at Harry’s lips and Harry lost it. He leaned in the rest of the way and their lips met. It was everything he ever hoped it would be. Draco’s lips were soft against his own. When their tongues met, Harry almost collapsed with pleasure.

After a few moments of this, Draco broke the kiss to murmur, “Happy birthday, Harry.” Then their lips joined again.


It was the best gift Harry had ever gotten.

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Summary:

Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled.

Word count: 1465


“Can I ask you a question?”

You want to say you sound suave and totally collected, but really, it comes out more like you’re being suffocated simultaneously. Bucky’d decided that you were severely out of shape and proposed going for a run. It was a great idea in theory, but now you’re starting to think the running is more for him to be able to rub in your face the fact that he’s fit and you’re not.

“No.”

You ask anyway. “Steve mentioned these abilities I could have. What did he mean?” The question’s been bugging you for a while. Given the chances, you should have gotten at least one opportunity where your supposed abilities got their time to shine, but nada. Do you even have powers? What if it’s something pathetic, like conjuring hot sauce at the snap of your fingers?

You’re so busy snapping your fingers that you almost don’t notice that he doesn’t respond, or even acknowledge that you asked a question.

“Why are you so grumpy all the time?” You’re not the kind of person to snap at someone else, especially not someone that’s supposed to be your superior. Plus, it’s not even among the questions you have in mind, but it’s just such a pressing issue. How can someone be so angry twenty-four seven anyway?

His face takes on a look that you’ve become pretty accustomed to in the last few days: He stares straight ahead of him, not a single emotion flickering over his features, and you know that he’s supressing an eye-roll.

He doesn’t answer.

“See what I mean?” You widen your eyes dramatically and throw your hands up. “You can’t even give me an answer!”

If he’s riled up, he doesn’t show it, and in all honesty, it’s getting you riled up. You’re not going to back down until he gives you some kind of response. Maybe you can even unlock his cliché backstory. So you press further.

“C'mon! There’s got to be something.” No response.

“Even Batman has a reason to be brooding all the time!” He turns to glare at you and you falter for a moment. “Okay, okay, cool, nothing about Batman.”

Bucky closes his eyes and exhales slowly, then faces forward again and picks up the pace. You struggle to keep up with him as he runs you up a hill and through a trail in the forest. You run in silence as you catch your breath and relish in the cool shade of the trees, until you can’t bite your tongue any longer.

“Are you afraid of bats?”

He halts without warning, digging his heels into the ground to come to a complete stop. You keep going, not even noticing that he’s stopped, until you’re running into him. Literally.

Bucky gives you a look of pure exasperation as he grabs your wrists, stepping forward and pulling you in until your hands are resting against his chest. There are so many other questions on your mind, but you can’t remember a single one all of a sudden.

“Shut. Up.” He growls. Your hands can feel the vibrations of his chest.

You’re not scared of Bucky Barnes. You're not. It’s not your fault your voice is an octave higher when you stammer out a meek “sorry.”


So maybe you’re a little scared of Bucky Barnes, but you’re starting to figure him out. His intimidation tactics are straight from the book: glares, low tone of voice, and the whole invasion of personal space thing he’s got going on.

Like right now. You’re wedged between the railing of the training room’s mezzanine and Bucky’s chest. It’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but you’re hyperaware of everything around you, and every time he speaks, you can feel your own body reverberate. At best, it’s distracting.

“Hold it like this.” Bucky’s breath fans the side of your neck when you speak, and it takes all your willpower to not squirm. His hands grab the gun with yours, but really, he’s doing most of the work. You can barely concentrate, and the gun feels so heavy in your hands you feel like you may drop it if he lets go.

“Aim carefully, and then shoot.” He pulls the trigger. You’re not ready for the kickback, and the force of the gun firing presses you further back into his chest. Bucky doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he opts to kick your left foot forward. You almost topple over, and this time, you swear you can feel him rolling his eyes.

“Hit that target.” He points to the outline of a body near the back of the room, then lets go of the gun, placing his hands on the railing on either side of you so that your back is still against his chest, though now, you barely notice. Your palms feel sweaty and gun feels so wrong in your hands. There’s a little voice at the back of your head telling you that you can’t do it, and you almost turn to look at Bucky for reassurance. Almost.

You aim, or at least, you hope you’re aiming, and this time you prepare yourself for the kickback. Your finger moves slowly across the trigger, and you screw your eyes shut as the gun fires.

This time the sound makes you flinch, and you don’t even have to open your eyes to know that you missed. Bucky sighs, pushing off of the railing and stepping back.

“Great job, rookie. You only missed by twenty fucking feet.”

Sure enough, there’s a hole in the target at the far left of the room.


“What’s the deal with him?”

It’s been five days since you missed every single target in the training room, and Bucky and you have come no closer to being acquainted than you were when you first showed up at the compound. The only thing he seems to do is be too close too often, effectively shutting you up. Part of you is resentful towards yourself for being so intimidated.

Bucky’s on a mission, and for once you’ve gotten time off. You savour it by curling yourself up in blankets, with a hot water bottle pressed against your sore muscles, and complaining to Sam about how Bucky is unreasonably training (you prefer the word ‘torturing’) you everyday.

Sam laughs, giving you a warm smile, and you wonder why Bucky can’t also just, y'know, smile or something? Show some form of emotion that isn’t cold and menacing?

“He’s a tough one,” Sam says.

“How do you even put up with him?” You throw your hands up in exasperation to prove your point, but regret it immediately as pain flares up your sore arms. Sam laughs again.

“Steve trusts him. I trust Steve.”

Steve must be some kind of altruistic hero if everyone seems to like him so much, and if he can handle someone like Bucky. You’ve seen him around a few times here and there, and he always passes you a small smile, but he never seems to have time to stop and talk, and his face is constantly riddled with stress. Not the life you want to live.

“Anyway,” Sam continues. “When Wanda gets back, she’ll probably take over for him. She’s enhanced too, so she’ll make a better trainer in your case.”

There’s that word again. Enhanced. You’ve tried every possible thing you can think of: snapping your fingers, all the possible hand movements you’ve seen in the movies and that the gaps in your memory let you recall, but nothing. (The memory thing is a whole other issue that should keep you up at night, but by the time you go to bed, Bucky’s exhausted you to the point where you can barely keep your eyes open, let alone think). The whole situation is so muddled, and it ignites this panic in your stomach that you’re trying to diminish by not thinking about it. Your thoughts flash back to the words Bucky had said when he was first assigned to train with you.

“He said I can’t be trusted,” you say, turning to face Sam. You wince at the soreness of your muscles, then look at Sam expectantly. “Is it– are there enhanced people–,” the word sounds weird in your mouth. “Am I dangerous?”

Sam frowns. “I don’t think,” he pauses, collecting his thoughts. “He was probably talking about himself, not you.”

It’s your turn to be confused, but before you have a chance to ask him what he means, Steve rushes into the room, a pained look on his face.

“Sam, I–”

Sam stands up. “Hey man, what’s wrong?”

Steve’s entire body is tense as he looks between the two of you, then he sighs, putting his head in his hands.

“It’s Bucky. He’s been shot.”


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The Only Marks You Need.

could you do a Peter Pan one where Felix gets mad at [yn] and slaps her bruising her cheek and Peter finds out and fluffy smut after? thanks xoxo

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TRIGGER WARNING: The following imagine will contain physical abuse/ assault.

WARNING: The following imagine will contain minor graphic sexual material. 

[yn] = your name

It was supposed to be full on smut, but I’m not completely comfortable writing smut yet… Sorry, I know everyone wants it, I want it too! But I’m not there yet. :)

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I wiped the tear that slide down my face as I stood over the steaming pot. I flinched when I touched my cheek. It hurt and it felt like it wouldn’t stop hurting for a while. “[yn]!” Felix’s voice shouted as I chopped up some carrots. I turned around to look at Felix. “What is it?” I asked confused, his face was red and his nostrils were flared. “One of the lost boys said they saw you take some bread.” he sneered as he stepped closer and I scrunched my face. “I took bread for-” I started but was cut short by the slap of Felix’s hand. The impact made me stumble and I was too in shock to say or do anything. Felix grabbed my shoulders and got in my face. “If I hear you're taking any more food, it’ll be more than a slap” he hissed and pushed me to the ground. 

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candywii666  asked:

My dude I just read all your ddadds stuff and how you write Damien and Lucien makes my chest a fuzzy thank you for your contribution to this fandom bless 🙏🏼 I'd really love to see like Lucien at Damien's wedding if you're still taking requests? Choose which ever dad you want man I trust your judgement

oofgh gonna hit me in the #feels huh

They argued over who would be Damien’s best man for weeks.

Lucien didn’t understand why he was even up for consideration, given he was his son and not a friend. Robert’s daughter is attending the wedding, and she isn’t any kind of maid of honor–she is just part of the wedding party. Like Lucien wants to be.

But Damien insists, and when he one day kneels on the floor in front of him and all but begs Lucien to stand by his side at the altar, he can’t turn him down.

He hasn’t worn a suit since his father’s funeral years and years ago, and he’d been a tiny kid then. The good news is that he doesn’t have to go pick out a new tuxedo. The bad news is that it’s because Damien decides to have his side of the party decked out in full Victorian.

It could be worse, he supposes. But it’d be much better if he just wasn’t the fucking center of attention up there!

“Ready, kiddo?” Mary says, putting her hand on his shoulder as she walks up from behind him. “You’ve got the biggest job around here.”

Lucien sighs. “Yeah. I know.”

As the wedding planner gives the cue, Mary slaps his back and proceeds down the aisle, locked in arms with one of Damien’s other close friends from work. Damien was ecstatic to learn Robert chose her as his best woman, as Lucien understood she meant the world to both of them. He didn’t really see it, but that doesn’t matter now.

“Lucien?” He turns back at the sound of his father’s voice, finding him standing at the bottom of the church stairs. He’s done up to his best, a full face of makeup, Victorian suit cinched at the waist and buttoned under his chest, the coattails dragging on the floor in lieu of a cloak.

He also looks about to puke.

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Hi~ i literally just found your blog and im super in love with it!!! Im probs gonna spend the rest of my day just reading through it lol ^-^' Can i request a friends-to-lovers with SVT's Dino??? The one you did of Woozi was great and I really wanted to ask for one of my bias wrecker lol thanks so much! Keep up the great work! You're amazing!!! ♡♡♡


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  • dino was always the most outspoken, free-spirited person you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting
  • and for a while you didn’t think the two of you would ever be friends because he liked to dance in public and make people laugh,,,,and you kind of got shy when people asked you to speak out loud
  • but you end up saving dino,,,,,he’s supposed to perform at this big show for one of the school’s festivals and you can see that he’s getting all tangled in the wires trying to get his music plugged in
  • and the crowd is getting inpatient and you can see he’s getting frustrated and fidgeting 
  • so you rush over and pull out your own phone, hooking it up to the speakers and asking what song dino wants to play, he tells you and you find it giving him a thumbs up and ushering him onto the stage promising you’ll make sure the song plays when he’s ready to perform
  • and from the stage dino give you a nod and you get everything to work perfectly,,,,,watching dino from the side as he moves across the stage
  • and when it’s over,,,everyone cheering and calling his name
  • you unplug your phone and get up to leave but you feel someone’s’s hand stop you
  • and you turn to see dino’s shining smile,,,sweat apparent on his forehead and without even trying to catch his breathe he goes - “i didn’t get your name, im dino by the way!”
  • and everytime you think of it it’s like some cliche movie meeting but,,,,,that’s how you become friends
  • and dino everytime he sees you walking home or eating lunch he always strikes up a conversation
  • and at some point it becomes a routine,,,,,,,
  • not to mention the fact that you actually enjoy watching him practice and talk about his passion.,,,most people want to see his final routine,,,,,they don’t want to know about the hard work that goes into it
  • but you do 
  • and dino can see that in the way your eyes light up when he shows you a new move or tells you about a song he’s thinking of dancing to
  • and it’s the day of one of dino’s big competitions but on the same day you’ve got a big interview scheduled for an internship you really r e a l l y want
  • and in the subway as you’re taking it with dino he can see you’re nervous so he offers you one of his ear buds
  • and the two of you listen to a playlist dino made of all your favorite tracks 
  • and the nervousness goes away when you feel his shoulder brush against yours,,,,when you know that you can close your eyes and feel safe next to your friend
  • but when it’s your stop you get up and apologize that you can’t come and watch him but dino just gives you a laugh and makes you pinkie promise to call him right after the interview
  • ,,,,,,,the only thing is that when you get to the interview,,,,,,they tell you it’s been canceled because no spots are available anymore 
  • and they won’t even look twice at you and your resume and it,,,,hurts,,,,,,,,,
  • and you call dino like you promised but because he must be rehearsing you get the voice message and you can’t even say anything,,,you just let out a small whimper and mumble that you’re gonna try and make it home
  • but you can’t bring yourself to move,,,,,you sit in front of the building clutching your folder full of recommendations and letters and you keep trying not to cry but it’s hard
  • and you don’t know if it’s been half an hour or a whole hour but suddenly someone is stopping in front of you
  • sitting down in front of you and pulling your hands gently from your tear stained face
  • and you can see,,,,the blurry outline of dino,,,,,and you think that it can’t be him ,,,his competition must be starting now
  • but when you hear the voice ask “are you ok?” you realize,,,,,it is him
  • and dino doesn’t say anything further he just pulls you up and into his arms and you manage to choke out a what are you doing here
  • but dino just says that he’s doing the right thing by being here,,,,,,,any competition is absolutely nothing when it comes to you
  • and for some reason you cling to the back of his shirt and try to say more but you just sob and dino doesn’t care about your tears on his shirt or the look on the judges faces when he grabbed his bag and ran out of the room even though his name was going to be called next to compete 
  • and when you pull back,,,,dino hesitates but he leans forward and kisses the tears off your cheek
  • and you ask quietly if he’s here because he’s a good friend,,,,,,,,,or because you two might be something more
  • and dino tells you that you don’t have to worry about that right now
  • but the way he holds your hand and shields you behind his shoulder if anyone tries to peek at your embarrassed face,,,,tells you that yeah,,,,,,
  • you guys are definitely something more now 

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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daisy fresh girl – jeongguk

Originally posted by eolljjung

part two, part three

word count: 1.85k 

genre: fluff (won’t stay fluff forever though)

librarian jungkook x reader 

jungkook seems to admire the frequent customer at the library, you. however, he’s too shy to admit it, so with a push from his brother taehyung, he musters up.

aye lmao i suck at intros my bad

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anonymous asked:

my birthday is coming up in 4 days and all i want is a second part to the princess y/n story😭 you're such an amazing writer!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREN!!!

read part 1 here

“Sweetheart,” Harry laughs, “you don’t really think I’m just going to let you take it out, now do you?”

When Y/N’s able to stand, alas with much difficulty, he puts the belt back on her.

“Maybe if you’re a good girl for the rest of today,” Harry stays seated in his chair, looking up at Y/N, but it still makes her feel so small, so exposed, “I’ll visit you tonight and take one of the dildos out.”

“W-What?” Y/N asks, in shock, “Harry, there’s a gala tonight. I can’t just have this in me. Someone will know. I can barely walk.”

Harry looks amused.

“Love, you should’ve thought about that before you decided to be naughty.”

or, Y/N’s the Princess of England who is designated to wear a chastity belt to preserve her purity at all times. Yet, her feelings toward her head of security, Harry, are everything but pure.

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Naruto confession to their lovers
  • Naruto: Hinata... I was wondering if you could...you know...spend some fun time with me and eat together in the Ichiraku Ramen Shop. Also...we could hang out..and...takes things to the next level?
  • Hinata: *blushing so hard* ....er....i....well..
  • Naruto: I...is t...that a yes or a no? *sweats continuously*
  • Hinata: Yes, yes yes!
  • Naruto: Alright! (This will be he best day of my life, I was so scared if she said no!)
  • ______________________________
  • Sasuke: Sakura *wind blows his hair* I know I have done terrible things in the past and...this time. As I have been traveling. I notice how I was stupid to cut you of out my life. I really want to spend time with you. I really mean it. I-
  • Sakura: Sasuke-kun?
  • Sasuke: *takes out Sakura's hand and puts it on his chest and lets Sakura listens to his heart beat*
  • Sakura: *blushes* Sasuke...*cries a little with joy*
  • Sasuke: I want to be with you.
  • ____________________________
  • Shikamaru: Temari...you are the only one who knows me well and even though you're scary af....er...I-
  • Temari: *looks pissed* what is that suppose to mean?
  • Shikamaru: woah wooah ....I'm not good at these things but Temari. Even though you are a troublesome beautiful lady, I would like to stick with you and never let you go. Would you like to spend some time with me?
  • Temari: Are...you..serious *blushing* ...being with yo me is such a drag
  • Shikamaru: *chuckles* Yeah, I know but I'm sure of it.
  • __________________________
  • Sai: *enters Ino's flower shop* Hey, Ino! I'm looking for a beautiful flower.
  • Ino: What is it for? For decoration? For-
  • Sai: For a girl
  • Ino: *looks a little bit upset* A ...girl?
  • Sai: Yup, she's so beautiful. I think of her whenever I see her and she recused me so that's why she's so precious to me! She's an angel that I can't take my eyes off!
  • Ino: Is...that so...?
  • Sai: I have a drawing of her...do you want to see?
  • Ino: *looks upset* s-sure....w..why not?
  • Sai: *gives Ino the drawing* See? Such beauty....I wish she'll be my future girlfriend!
  • Ino: *sees a portrait of herself* Eh.....it's me!
  • Sai: *goes closer to Ino and whispers* I know it's you, Ms Beautiful..
  • Ino: Sai....wait...do you mean it? About me being your...
  • Sai: Why would I lie? *touches Ino's hair* Would you want to go on a date with me? I could even show you more drawings I created of you.
  • Ino: ...er....
  • Sai: I'll take that as a yes, my princess *kisses Ino's hand*
  • _____________________________
  • *Kiba and Tamaki walking around Konoha*
  • Kiba: ....Tamaki....
  • Tamaki: Kiba-kun? What's up?
  • Kiba: Remember our first chat together?
  • Tamaki: The one when you were helping your friend to get honey wine?
  • Kiba: Er....yeah
  • Tamaki: What about it? Wait is it about Momo, my cat? Did he say rude things about you?
  • Kiba: No no no..
  • Tamaki: Phew....then what is it?
  • Kiba: *stops walking and goes closer to Tamaki* Damn it! *blushes* I'm not good at these things and i stutter when I say this but it's time that I should do it!
  • Tamaki: Kiba? You're not making any sense....
  • Kiba: Ah, crap.....I really like you...Tamaki....and I thank god that i had the opportunity to see you at Sora-Ku! I would really like....if....we....can...well....consider ourselves as.....
  • Tamaki: A couple?
  • Kiba: *blushes so hard* ...I.....
  • Tamaki: You're so easy to read, dog boy. Of course! I would love to spend my life with a handsome man *puts her arms over Kiba's shoulders* like you, Kiba-kun? Because...I like you...really...I mean it! Me too, I'm glad we met. Even though we are different, who says that dogs and cats can't be together?
  • Kiba: *hugs Tamaki* I'm glad you feel the same, cat girl!
  • Tamaki: me too, dog boy!
  • ______________________________
  • Choji: Karui, you're the woman who doesn't give no bananas about my size and I'm glad that you don't. I'm very happy that we got to hang out more and I really think that i might have feelings for you, chococlate sunshine.
  • Karui: Ehh.....You really think so?! I...well...think the same. You care about my opinions and you are always there for me! You're my big strong butterfly....I'm glad that you like me because I like you too!
  • Choji: So do you want to go to my house and eat something together *holds Karui's hands and blushes*
  • Karui: *blushes* S..sure... I would love that.
  • ______________________________
  • *Lee and Tenten in a training hall*
  • *Lee stops training*
  • Lee: Tenten?
  • Tenten: What's wrong? You stopped training?
  • Lee: ....I.... *takes a deep breath*
  • Lee: We have spend some time together and we have similar connections and i would like if our connections collide into one. Tenten, to me, you're one of the strongest kunoichi that I have seen and I wish to spend more training with you and see you grow! I may be so annoying to you in the past but right now, I just....want you to see me as a man and show you how much I want to spend more time and...l-love with you...Tenten...I
  • Tenten: *kisses Lee's forehead* You are already a man to me and I would like to see our connections grow together and become one...Lee...Yes... I would like to be with you.
  • _____________________________
  • Shino: I know it's weird saying this to you and I'm kinda freaked out on saying this but I really...like talking to you and I wish we hanged out more and well...united....
  • Akamaru: woof....(wtf)
  • Shino: ...damn it.....I can't do it....no one likes me....
  • Insets: buzzzzzzzz (you have us)
  • Shino: I know I have you.
  • Akamaru: Woof....woof woof...(I should find leave and find Kiba)
  • Shino: I'm glad that people wouldn't see me crying as I walk around Konoha.
  • Shiho: *looks at Shino from a distances and giggles*
  • Shino: Huh? *turns around and sees Shiho*
  • *both of them look at each other and blush*
  • *Kiba sees the connection as he walks towards Shino*
  • Kiba: Oooooooo... you have a crush.....
  • Shino: Stop it!
  • _____________________________
  • (Requested) ;---; NejiTen
  • Neji: Tenten?
  • Tenten: Yeah...
  • Neji: In the future, I always think in what will happen to me? Will I die (;-;)
  • Or will I live (;----;) but the most important question is who will I be with before this happens?
  • Tenten: Yeah...okay....what are you trying to say?
  • Neji: Tenten, if the world ends today, I would like to be with you and stick with you. I know you see me as a team mate but i would to expand that. I was a pain to you and harsh before but I want to change! ...and become the man you want! And I'll do it - if you like me....
  • Tenten: You felt this way....you like me?
  • Neji: I will always do you, my ninja twin bun strong kunoichi.
  • Tenten: then, promise me you will stick with me and protect forever.
  • Neji: You don't need to be protected by me! You're so strong. Even I can't touch you...
  • Tenten: Neji....*lays on his lap* I will always stick with you and protect then....no matter what.
  • ______________________________

anonymous asked:

I accidentally requested this when requests were closed sorry!👀 I thought this would be interesting and super fuking random but you're on ur period and playing w ur boyfriend Minhyuk, Jooheon, Hyungwon and Wonho and you accidentally bleed on them? Like you're straddling or play fighting or smth thank you !

Them seeing you accidentally leaked on them during your period (Hyungwon, Jooheon, Wonho, Minhyuk)

Hyungwon: Things were going well and both of you were getting really into it. In the back of your mind you knew you were supposed to start you period in a couple of days but with Hyungwon sucking on your neck like that, you couldn’t think about anything else. “Baby girl, why don’t we take these off? Hm?” He would lift your hips off his legs and see a dark stain on his jeans. Calmly he would lift you up and bring you into the bathroom. Seeing you were confused he would say “You leaked on accident so…. shower sex it is.” It’s not like this is your first time to have sex in the shower.

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Jooheon: It was a normal day….except for the fact that Jooheon was chasing you around the house. You had no idea why but he was; it wasn’t long until he caught you and was forcing you into his lap. “COME ON! JUST SIT WITH ME!” Little did you know, he wanted to show you the photos his mom had sent him of you two. As you were trying to get out of his arms, both of your felt a warm substance on your legs. Quickly you stood up and turned around to apologize. “Don’t. I don’t care jagi, it’s natural and it’s easy to come out of jeans. You should get it off your dress first.” He kissed you as he walked past you to change. It doesn’t phase him.

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

Hoseok: Grinding his hips into yours, he heard you moan out. “Yes baby girl, let them know who’s you are.” Hoseok spoke as he started to grind harder into you. As he leaned down to kiss your neck, he felt your arms pushing him back. “Babe? What did I do?” It was automatic panic for him, but only until you told him you thought you just started your period. Hoseok looked at you like you were crazy. He got up, got a towel and laid it on the bed. Picking you up and setting you on it. “That won’t stop me.” And let’s say it was a good night.

Originally posted by beautifulmv

Minhyuk: Feeling the vibrations of a phone woke Minhyuk up from his sleep. After opening his eyes he saw that it was yours. Knowing it didn’t bother you if he looked at it, he opened to the notification and read “Period start: Today” Quickly he pulled back the blankets and saw that you had leaked all of the sheets. Minhyuk got up without waking you and got a wet wash cloth. Trying to put a towel under you wasn’t easy but after he did that, he opened your legs and whipped the dry/wet blood off your legs. Pulling off your panties and soaking them in cold water with soap, just as he was shown. He woke you up. “Baby…. I think you should get in the shower. You leaked a little, but don’t worry about the sheets I got those.

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You’re Not A Winchester Pt. 4

Title: You’re Not A Winchester

Author: theimpalaiscrying

sister!reader x Sam & Dean Winchester

Words: 2, 189

Warnings: Angst, swearing, bit o’ blood, implied depression, siblings (mine triggers me all the time idk ‘bout you).

A/N: Oh poop guys. 

Originally posted by spn-spam

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