you can see his fake leg

Gladio, Iggy and Noct are on their roadtrip when they come across a bunch of cars spread across the road
Battered and smoking
Some have been flipped over the barrier, people littering the ground as well as bodies of beasts and the black sludge that’s a telltale sign of demons

All the devastation converges on one car somewhat down the incline so they decided to check it out

Theyre almost on the car when a shot rings out and only Gladio’s quick reflexes saves them as he gets his shield out and up

‘W-who goes there??’

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the bike shorts incident

Zimbits | Fluff & Crack | 3.2k | AO3

Bitty gets a series of texts from Jack just minutes before their shared class is due to start. Bitty is alarmed for several reasons—Jack’s preference for sending single texts, and the fact that Jack is normally in class before Bitty at the top of the list.

Jack 9:56 Are there seats in the back row?

Jack 9:57 Can you move to the back row and save me one

Jack 9:57 Near the door on the east side

Jack 9:57 Please

Jack 9:58 ??

Bitty isn’t sure what’s going on, but he gathers his stuff quickly, dumping it into his bag, and heads to the back row near the specified door, trying to type as he goes.

Bitty 9:59 I’ve moved. Got a seat for you. Everything okay?

Jack 9:59 Is anyone near you?

Bitty looks around.

Bitty 10:00 A few people further down the row, and about five rows in front. Teacher just walked in and is setting up.

Bitty looks around to the door, holding his phone in case it buzzes again with a message from Jack.

The teacher calls the class to attention and there’s still no sign of Jack. It’s not like him to miss class. Bitty wants to go out and find him to see what’s going on, but he can’t now that the teacher has seen him. He gets out his books and pen again, and focuses to the front, keeping his phone visible on the desk just in case.

He keeps an ear out for the door, and just as Professor Miao begins her lecture, he hears it opening. It’s almost like Jack was waiting until he knew she’d started.

Jack sticks his head through the gap and looks around nervously. He meets eyes with Bitty, who raises eyebrows at him, trying to get some clue as to what Jack’s been texting him for. As Jack pushes the door open slowly, and hurries quietly in, practically tiptoeing over to the seat Bitty has saved for him, Bitty thinks he knows what Jack’s been worried about.

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Tease pt.2 (final)

Originally posted by nochuie

Summary: Your best friend had gotten a new job, but wouldn’t tell you what it was. You decide to take it upon yourself to find out, so you find the address to his work. But… why did the address lead you to a strip club?

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (M)

Words: 2.6k

A/N: If you haven’t already, please read part one here . Anywho, this fic contains exhibitionism, public masturbation, extreme dirty talk, daddy kink, hj, etc. This is a sinful fic. You have been warned ;)


To say that you were embarrassed, was an understatement; you felt bloody humiliated. Why? This was because you came in here confidently thinking you’d find Jimin, and boast about how smart you were to find where he worked. But ohh how wrong you would be…

It was already uncomfortable sitting on this hard chair on stage. But what made it ten times worse was that your sweet best friend, was currently standing in front of you half naked, tempting you in view of a large crowd. Besides that, he held your hand in a vice grip above the band on his tight slacks.

“Unbutton my pants Y/N,” Jimin said just loud enough for you to hear, over the booming cheers of the crowd.

You couldn’t even look him in the eyes – his usually soft brown orbs were now intimidatingly seductive. You were awkwardly gawking at your hand in his, right above the button to his pants. How did this even happen again? You would’ve never have expected this to ever occur, not even in your dreams. But atlas, it was.

You took a big gulp before you stuttered, “W-what? I d-don’t think I should…”

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day trips | cole sprouse

a/n: apparently you like cole one shots so i will deliver! a/n: apparently you like cole one shots so i will deliver!

prompts 6 “stop looking at me like that & 13 “i can’t believe you talked me into this”

“you excited?” cole teases as we drive to our secret location “i can’t believe you talked me into this” i complain rolling my eyes.

cole had managed to talk me into modelling for him and i was extremely nervous, you never consider yourself very photogenic and you would almost never let cole shoot you it was always you taking photos of him.

you’d know each other for years yet everytime he begged he was always unsuccessful but this time something was different when he asks so you decided to give the poor boy a shot.

you were now sitting in the passenger seat of Coles jeep driving to what he likes to call his ‘secret location’. after 20 minutes of guessing and begging him to tell me where we were going he just replied with “it’s a surprise”.

“you know i hate surprises” i complain dropping my bottom lip at him “oh god please don’t look at me like that you know how i feel about that” he warns

i batter my eye lids and fake sniffling and i can see him fighting with himself to not look and give in “stoppppp” he drags out the ‘p’ and fake whines.

i break character and place me feet up on the dash my long legs catching some sun “you suck” i tell him grabbing my phone and switching the song.

i glance at the window as we head through fields “where the hell are we cole?” i ask slightly worried at the lack of life. “you’ll see” he smirks.

i take a few pictures on my phone before i find myself feeling more at ease with the whole idea, i catch cole staring at me in the corner of my eye as my hair whips around my face in the wind.

after a few more minutes we pull into a dirt park and we hop out, i glance around breathless “it’s beautiful” i mumble glancing at the scenery taking in the smell the sound and the atmosphere.

i hear the clicks of a camera but im too engrossed in the surroundings “i know” i hear him replying snapping pictures of me.

“so?” i ask shyly turning to face him “what do i do?”

i scuff my cons in the dirt and he chuckles at my awkwardness

“here” he chuckles grabbing my hand and walking me over the small hill to reveal a field of flowers and overgrown grass.

“just explore and ill take some pictures and then ill take you into the field okay?” i nod fiddling with the ends of my cardigan.

i do as cole says and take in all my surrounds reaching out and feeling the small leaves in my hands frolicking around the fields glancing back every so often to make sure coles still trailing behind me.

“okay let’s sit you here” he reaches out he’s hand and i take it stepping over a patch of flowers i sit where he instructs “okay and just pose ill take a few shots and see what the look like”

he starts off at a distance snapping photos and then inching closer to me “your doing really good” he mumbles letting me know that im doing something right.

i remove my cardigan leaving me in my white sundress, he lowers the camera and stares at me as i fiddle with my hair. i blush as he refuses to break eye contact “cole!” i complain “don’t look at me like that- it’s making me nervous-” i giggle nervously.

he snaps out of his daze licking his lips “sorry- uh maybe you should put the jacket back on-” he stutters clearing his throat, i look at him puzzled.

“what? too much skin” i tease pulling my hair to one side “yes a lot i it’s distracting” he finishes his Adam’s apple bobbling.

i let out a giggle my cheeks turning red as i clutch my stomach “are you laughing at me?” he asks the camera clicking “yes” i reply trying to catch my breathe.

i can hear his laughs as he moves his angle taking more photos before moving closer i lift my dress up a little further up my thigh and i see his eyes dart to my fingers before trying to look anywhere but my legs.

“your such a tease” he mumbles almost inaudible “what was that sprouse?”

“tilt your head a little and maybe play with your hair” i roll my eyes and follow his instructions noticing the redness tinting on he’s cheeks.

after another 20 or so minutes he finally told me i could have a break, i stood slowly brushing myself down getting all of the grass and flowers petals from my dress and hair.

i start toward cole watching my step when i hear buzzing i stop trying to find the source i spot a few bees hanging around me, i squeal and try and dodge them running blindly toward the dirt track.

my screaming must’ve got Cole’s attention because soon enough he was standing in front of my camera dangling from his neck and his hands on my shoulders “what’s wrong?” he asks worriedly.

i turn my head in search for the evil insects but no sign off them anywhere. “fucking bees” i tell him and he laughs at my distress.

i face him again and i notice that he’s hands where on my waist, i must’ve been too wrapped up in fear to notice them snake around me but now that they do i can’t seem to make eye contact with him.

a minute or so passes and he moves away from me looking out to the fields “do you-” i pause and he turns around

“do you ever get like nervous or flustered when your shooting with really good looking people? the models you shoot with well they’re models”

he slings the camera bag over his shoulder “well i mean no, not normally but there are certain times that i do, certain girls in pretty summer dresses” i glance down at my cons to try and hide my embarrassment.

“shall we go?” he asks and i nod “wanna give me a ride back” i ask sweetly placing my hands on his shoulders

“jump on” i squeak as he lowers himself down enough for me to jump around his hands finding my thighs to hold me up “sorry if im heavy” i apologise as we take the short walk to the car.

“please are you saying i am not strong enough” he scoffs pretending to take offence “well i mean-” i joke and he losses his grip so i slip a little before placing me on the floor in offence.

i decided to play with him and scream out falling out as i fall to the ground grasping my ankle, he turns around in a split second the smirk wiped off his face “oh my god”

he drops onto his knees “are you okay- what’s wrong- oh my god im sorry-” he rambles running his hands through his hair.

i break character and begin to laugh hysterically, he realises he fell for it and springs up picking m up by my waist and throwing me over his shoulder “thats it your dead”

i squeal trying to squirm out of his grip “put me down!!” i yell laughing at the brunette boy.

he places me on the bonnet of his jeep and stands inbetween my legs “admit it i got you good” i tease poking at his chest. he tries to fight the smile working it’s way across he’s face but fails miserably and starts laughing.

i take my hand and place it on his face and he inches closer hands on my thighs, i slip my hand down to the nape of his neck and pull his lips onto mine. he kisses back as he hands work they’re way up to my face mine go through his hair.

i pull away both of us panting for air “god i had no idea you could kiss like that-” he tells me surprised before re kindling our kiss my legs wrapping around his waist as the kiss turns into a make out sesh.

a car pulling up next to us in the only thing that stops us from continuing, i hide my face from the strangers cole still standing between my legs with his hands on my thighs. he smiles and greets the people awkwardly and waits for them to start down the trail before lifting me off the top of his car.

“to be continued” he mumbles kissing me.

i smile at him hopping into the passenger side, my feet up on the dash the music blaring his hand on my thigh and the wind in my hair as we make our way back home, i slip my hand over his and watch him as he drives the sunlight hitting his face thats when i realised, he is so out of my limit.

shoutout to @juggiexbets my homie give her a follow she’s forreal the cutest bean ever🌈💛🥂👱🏻‍♀️✨🤴🏼💐

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Fake Dating { 61&94 }; W O N W O O

[ jeon wonwoo x reader ]

word count: 1099
genre: angst & fluff
a/n: wow i feel like this was my millionth work for wonwoo i swear im not complaining im just saying HAHA anyways thank you anon for requesting and here is your request !! love lots ahhh i had to rewrite this bc this was the one i was making when my laptop died

“Wonwoo, for the last time, please, I need you to be my boyfriend.” I begged, crouching down in front of him. “Just one night, and we’re done.” 

“Y/N, why does it have to me? Just get Mingyu, or Coups hyung! I’m sure your grandparents will love them!” He groaned in frustration, throwing his head back.

“But my parents don’t know them! They only know you, Wonwoo. Have you forgotten that you’re the only guy I introduced to my parents?” I whined, shaking his knees to convince him.

Apparently, I received the worst news this morning. My parents had told me that my grandparents are coming tonight to visit our family since they’ll be leaving next week to celebrate their silver anniversary. They also mentioned that they wanted to see how I’m doing. I haven’t seen them for four years and they were very concerned by the fact that I’m still single. I made a mistake on making a promise to them that they’ll see their only grand child’s significant other for their silver anniversary. But that was the only thing I could give them to make them happy so I did it even if it’s against my will.

“Please, Wonwoo.” I said softly, looking down.

“I can’t..” He sighed, grabbing my hands.

“Why?” I looked up, staring at his eyes.

He blink once before shaking his head. “Fine, I’ll do it.” 

I threw my arms around his neck making us fall on the floor. “Thank you so much!” I squealed. “I’ll treat you meat after this, I promise!”

“You don’t have to, but if you insist, it’s fine with me.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist. “And please get off me now, you’re heavy.” He choked.

I immediately got up. Soft pink tint crept my cheeks. “Sorry.” I shyly chuckled.


“Mom, do you know that Y/N and Wonwoo were just best friends before they started dating?” My mother asked nana who looked at me surprisingly.

“Really? That’s so sweet!” Nana cooed, reaching for my hand across the table. “You were just like us! Your papa and I were best friends too in high school.”

I forced myself to give her a sweet smile. We were having a dinner at my parents’ house. My grandparents met Wonwoo earlier and I could tell they already loved him. Wonwoo was surprisingly good at acting. He’s cooperating well around my parents and grandparents. He came at our house wearing a casual outfit that totally suit him and made my heart jump ten times when I saw him. My best friend gave me a kiss on my forehead as if he was used to it, and my family fell for our little play.

“If you don’t mind me asking, when did you realize that you were in love with each other?” Wonwoo asked, smiling politely at my grandparents.

“It just came naturally. She was always there for me. i waited for the day to tell her I needed her in my life and she said she felt the same thing for me.” Papa replied, looking at nana as if she’s the most precious thing. Nana looked back at him and smiled sweetly.

I tried not to cringe on the situation so I put a mouthful of rice into my mouth.

“How about the two of you?” Nana asked.

I looked at Wonwoo. Nope, totally not prepared for this question. I cursed to myself mentally but I was taken a back when I heard him speak.

“I knew she was the one when I first met her.” He said, then looked at my grandpa. “Like yours, she’s always there for me. She saw me at my best and worst, and I did the same for her. When she stayed despite all my flaws, I told myself that I’m in love with her.” My mouth opened from his statement. He looked at my parents. “I’ve seen how a good daughter she is, and that’s one of the things I love from her.” With him pausing, I assumed that he’s finished with the fake explanation but he turned his gaze to me this time and smiled. “I love you. You know that, right?”

My mouth still opened in shock, I couldn’t produce any words. I was just about to say something but my dad cut me off.

“This dinner’s getting sweet, huh?” He cleared his throat. I looked at him and he gave me a wink. A wink that’s giving approval to Wonwoo. “Let’s continue eating, shall we?”

I glanced one more time to my fake boyfriend and did not found the same sincerity I saw earlier from him. So it was really acting, after all.


“Your nana and papa loved me, didn’t they?” 

My grandparents had left already after dinner. They were very happy to see us and they promised to come back after their vacation. I gave them a last hug full of love and apology. Even if our acting totally worked, I still felt really bad that I had to pretend them just to give them satisfaction. I wish I could show them one day a true relationship, not like this fake one.

I felt a warm hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer. “Wonwoo, you can stop now. They already left.” I sighed, glancing at him.

“But your parents are still here.” He said. I can see from my peripheral vision that he’s staring at me. “Y/N, can you look at me?”

I turned my position, resting my leg on his thigh before looking at him in his eyes. 

“What I said earlier,” He trailed off, drawing circles on my knee. “I meant it.”

“Which one?”

“Everything.” He said. The sincerity I found earlier was visible again in his eyes. 

I breathed out. Smiling, I slowly snaked my arms around his neck and nuzzled my face in his warm neck. His scent was intoxicating my system. “I love you too.” I whispered. I felt him shiver from my voice which made me laugh. “You’re ruining the situation.” I pulled away, looking at him.

“So? I love you.” He said one more time before placing a soft peck on my lips.

I can’t wait for my grandparents to comeback and tell them how much I love Wonwoo, with meaning everything next time.

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Klaus x Reader

Requested By @justdreamstars

Part Two


“Niklaus, I assume you are here to spread your usual seed of discord before vanishing and letting one of the other boys take the blame.” You huffed and he cocked his head.

“What would you say if I told you I’d come to see you?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“I would say that unlike the other girls I am not so easily swayed by that silver tongue of yours and that any attempt to gain my affections should be level headed and well thought out.” You said smugly and he chuckled.

“Come now Love, you didn’t say that when we were younger.” He chuckled and you scowled at him.

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anonymous asked:

HELLO FIRST I LOVE YOUR BLOG. Second, can i get a scenario please? Of Bakugou, Shinsou /or/ Fumikage Where the reader is Brazilian and was just transfered (you can make up a quirk /if/ you want lmao), and kinda suffers from the bad stereotypes? If not much trouble ofc ^^. Again, love your blog <333

Katsuki Bakugou

Originally posted by keijirous

After a month of your transfer, it’s Mineta who comes over to the table where you are sitting next to Bakugou, holding his tray as he asks where you were from. You smile, eager that someone was interested in your home country. When you tell him he immediately looks you over before saying,

“Aren’t you supposed to be more fit? More attractive, have big-” Bakugou punches Mineta as hard as he can before he even finishes the sentence. The short boy falls to the floor, unconscious as Kaminari cries out to him, dragging the boy away. He says nothing as he continues to eat his lunch. You look at him, smiling as you lean against his side.

“Thank you Bakugou” You sigh as you continue to seat your food sadly. Bakugou sighs to himself before he looks at you.

“You’re fine the way you are, (Name). You don’t need to change anything” He says as he continues to eat his food, acting as though what he said was something perfectly normal form him. Kirishima, who sat across from his continued to stare in surprise before looking at you, grinning.

“So, what is your home like (Name)” Kirishima asks and instantly you perk up, telling him everything. Bakugou watches, holding back a smile as he admires the way your eyes light up when talking about your parents.


Hitoshi Shinso

Originally posted by lummophoenix

“Isn’t Brazil a violent country?” One of the teenagers from your class ask as they sit next to you, they look at each other, frowning, “How have you been able to survive? I heard that some families pay off the mafia to protect them.”

“If you’re from Brazil does that mean you speak Brazilian? Can you say something to us in Brazilian?” Another one asks as they lean closer to you, grinning. You lean away, laughing nervously as you try to think of a way out of the situation.

“You’re scaring (Name)” Shinso says as he appears next to you. “And it’s Portuguese,” He says while looking at the second teenager. “There is no language called, Brazillian” The group frown, looking at you and when you nod your head, looking up and smiling at him.

“Shinso is right,” He freezes, he didn’t think you had known his name, “I speak Portuguese” The group groans as they lean back in their chairs, suddenly disinterested upon realizing they were wrong. 

“I was about to go get lunch,” Shinso says as he looks at you, “Would you like to join me?” 

“Sure!” You grin, jumping up at the opportunity to spend time with the quiet boy. You push your chair in and follow him out of the classroom where he turns to look at you,

“You don’t have to come with me. You looked like you needed a way out. You can leave if you want” He says and you frown looking at him,

“Do you want me to leave?” You ask quietly. He shakes his head quickly, looking away as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to spend time with me,” He says quietly. You shake your head, smiling fondly as you step closer to him.

“I’d like to spend time with you and thank you, for saving me” You send him a smile that makes his heart skip a beat. He simply shakes his head and looks away, before asking you about your home country.


Fumikage Tokoyami

Originally posted by decidueyes

“Aren’t Brazilian’s supposed to be darker skinned?” Mineta questions as he watches you speak with Uraraka. 

“I heard they walk around half naked half the time” Kaminari hums from his seat as he looks back at you, “And that they live in the jungle. But, that’s all fake right?” He laughs while looking back to his group of friends. “It’s the 2000′s. No one is living half naked in the jungle anywhere”

“I can see totally it,” Mineta says as he stares at your body, drooling. Tokoyami can see the way you stiffen, obviously being able to hear what the two are saying. The moment Mineta opens his mouth to make another sexual comment Dark Shadow shoots out and grabs the chair legs, yanking it forward before quickly moving back to Tokoyami. Kaminari panic, asking if Mineta is alright. 

“Tokoyami” You ask as you step closer to him. He looks up at you, humming in response. “Thank you” You hum as you glance over to Mineta. “Thank you for doing something,” You say and he only nods his head.

“Sometimes people need some encouragement to learn how to stop talking” He states and you laugh, nodding your head as you gently bow towards Dark Shadow, showing him your own appreciation.

“Thank you Dark Shadow” you hum and he grins, crossing his arms. 

“Always happy to help Mineta shut up” He laughs, which causes some eyes to glance at the two of you but you only smile. When everyone is busy with something else you lean over, gently kissing his cheek before turning on your heel and waving to him.

“Thank you Tokoyami! You’re both too kind” His heart skips a beat as he nods his head, looking away from you. Not wanting you to see the faint blush on his face. Dark Shadow only laughs at Tokoyami as he attempts to shut him up. 

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Request from @gayvvarden:Hi hey I’m back (-; This time with a request! I was wondering if you could write a Killian x reader (or Killian x pan x reader! I don’t mind) where the reader is plus sized? (Preferably not just “chubby” but I’ll take what I can get lol) the plot is up to you, but I’m in desperate need of this as there’s hardly any around (: Thank youxx

Note: Hope this is okay! <3

Killian Jones x PlusSize!Reader

Words: 1,522

Warnings: Hurtful comments thrown at the reader in regards to her weight and look.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

Words could hurt….badly. You had learned that throughout your life in the Enchanted Forest and when you went into adulthood it was no better. With the Princesses that so often visited this realm the majority of its residents seemed to have it in their head that woman should be ‘skinny and pretty’ – a rather chauvinistic view but then when males outnumbered the females here it became something that was pretty much set in concrete.

If you didn’t fit that mould then, well, you weren’t deemed worthy enough to even be spoken to with an ounce of respect and as for people taking you seriously? Not a chance! You couldn’t even try and make an honest living working from a market stall without taunts being thrown at you left, right, and centre.

“Don’t know why you’re expecting anyone to buy anything from you….you think they want to risk looking like you?”

You’d had negative comments thrown at you your whole life and although they still hurt like a dagger to the chest you had quickly learned to let them slide over you as best you could so when the latest one came your way you simply quirked an eyebrow at the male.

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thesecondsealwrites  asked:

For Kissing Day! From the types of kisses list: stay in bed kisses, mischievous and deep, punctuating flirtatiously whispered bargaining words. otp of your choice, but I'm always going to lean toward Hawke x someone. :D

Someone’s left the window open, just a crack, enough that the breeze slips through and rustles through the curtains. There’s noise down in the streets, sunlight flickering on the ceiling. Ash and ember left in the fireplace, its warmth long since gone. She’s huddled under blankets, surrounded by pillows, snuggled in tightly, her face barely visible and her hair splayed in every direction. He leans against the doorframe and simply watches for a moment. There’s a bird outside the window, singing its song, but she does not wake. Instead she simply rolls over onto her side. He struggles with the smile, hides it with a hand.

Fenris takes each step carefully, avoiding that one spot that creaks terribly, makes his way to the side of the bed. Leaning over, brushing hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Gently climbing into the bed with her, an arm sliding underneath her neck. His chest pressed against her back, his legs bent the same as hers, his other hand drifting over her arm. It settles around her waist, pulls her close. Hawke murmurs in waking, breathing deeply as she struggles to open her eyes. Shifting and turning, and her smile is full of sleep. “It’s time to get up,” he says as he runs a hand through her hair, fingers curling against her cheek.

She blinks once, twice, then buries her face against his chest. Her arms slowly wrap around him, hands fisting in his tunic, pulling him closer. He can barely hear the “no,” so muffled and hoarse. He chuckles under his breath as he leans away slightly, presses a kiss to her forehead. Faking a pout as she looks up at him, tangling her legs in his. “Stay,” she says.

“You know that Aveline wants to see us about –” He’s stopped by the thumb running over his lips, her hand so warm against his face. Fingertips that trace the shell of his ear, follow the line of his jaw. Her eyes shift from his to his lips, once last brush of her thumb before she fulfills her promise of a kiss.

“Stay,” she murmurs against his mouth. Her hands against his shoulder, pulling at his shirt, dragging him closer. He moves as she asks, stretching out over her, elbows against the mattress. She tastes of sleep and sweeter things, her mouth warm and wet, her tongue explorative. Her hands are moving as her legs wrap around his waist, finding the bottom of his shirt and sliding underneath. She finds the track of his spine, presses fingers against it as she moves upwards. Over his shoulder blades, against every rib, back down again.

“Stay,” she says with quickened breath, in between longer kisses. She always has an appetite for him, the craving, and the fervor. Wanted and needed, never taken for granted. Not in just simple kisses, but for his company itself. For the quiet words before bed, food shared in the morning. Drinking wine as he reads, his head on her lap. Offering the words he doesn’t recognize, speaking the things he cannot say. Terrible jokes crafted for his laughter alone, her hand over his, the smile flashed across a room.

“Aveline will be furious,” he tells her.

“Let her be,” she says, “stay with me”. Pulling him down, his weight settling against hers. Her arms wrapping around him, his head in the crook of her neck. Closing his eyes as she runs fingers through his hair, pressing the kiss to his forehead. He can feel her feet against his legs, happily capturing him, her arms squeezing him tightly.

Right here Part Two (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by superglittercrush

Word Count: 1221

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: You can read part onepart three and part four here

Peter and Mary Jane had been dating for a few weeks now and you’d thought you’d be able to get over it, but time did nothing to mend your broken heart. The pain never left, if anything it only increased each time you saw them together. They would look so…happy together and that’s what killed you the most. It seemed that she could make him happier than you ever could.

You’d barely got to spend time with Peter ever since his new relationship status and it was partially your fault. Everywhere he went Mary Jane was sure not to be far behind, it was like as if they were attached at the hip or something. They both seemed to have no shame in making out in front of everyone, including you, and that’s why you hadn’t talked to him that much recently. It hurt too much to see the boy you love kiss another girl in front of you, to hold someones hand that was not your own and to look at someone with such admiration when that someone was not you. You’d never hurt like this before, this pain was something new to you and you desperately wanted it to end. You needed your friend back, your other half, you needed Spider-man more than the rest of the world right now, you needed Peter Parker.


You were currently having lunch with your friends Michelle, Gwen and Ned. They were the only ones who knew about your feelings for Peter and weren’t hesitant in helping you through this tough time. Michelle made silly puns and would recommend a new TV show for you to get hooked on, Gwen would give you endless hugs and offer to do your science homework and Ned brought you a darth vader cake, he truly was an angel. It comforted you knowing you had such great friends that would always be there for you and try to cheer you up when you were down.

Lazily taking a bite out of your apple you leaned against the table, tapping your fingers against the surface. Gwen and Ned were engrossed in some conversation about their science assignment, those nerds should just date already. You already knew Ned had a major crush on Gwen, they’d be so cute together. Your thoughts are interrupted by Michelle walking to the table with a look of pure disgust on her face. “Michelle?”

The look didn’t leave her face as she sat down, practically slamming her lunch onto the table. “Those two are so freaking disgusting! I mean, they just started full on making out mid way in our conversation and they forgot I was there! I think i’m gonna throw up, I liked it so much better when Peter didn’t publicly display his affections.”

You faked a chuckle, moving your attention towards the floor, you really didn’t want to hear about Peter making out with Mary Jane. Gwen kicks Michelle’s leg from under the table and from the corner of your eye you can see that she nudges her head towards you. Michelle winces in pain from the kick before coming to realization on what Gwen meant.

She turns to you with a sympathetic look on her face, but you didn’t want anyone’s pity, they shouldn’t feel bad for talking about that. You were the one with the issues here. “I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t think, you’re not upset are you?”

You twiddle with your thumbs, hands rested in your lap. “Of course I’m upset Michelle, but not at you. I’m upset at Peter for dating MJ, i’m upset at MJ for being…well MJ, but mostly i’m upset with myself for not telling Peter my feelings earlier. Then maybe all of this wouldn’t be happening, maybe i’d be the one with him right now.”

There is silence at the table before Ned speaks up, sending you a sad smile. “Don’t beat yourself up about this Y/N. This isn’t your fault, Peter was just too blind to see that the girl he’s always wanted was right in front of him, that girl being you by the way”

Gwen let’s out an “aww” at Ned’s words and you’re even a little shocked, you didn’t realize he was so good with advice. You got up and made your way over to Ned, engulfing him in a hug. He chuckled at your actions and his laugh was contagious as soon you were laughing with him too. “You’re the best Ned.”

Just then the bell rang for class causing all of you to groan in annoyance. Why did lunch always go by so quickly? Letting go of Ned you pushed the hair dangling in front of your face behind your ears, letting out a sigh as you had math next. “I suppose I should get going, see you guys later!” You sent them a wave before making your way to class.

You didn’t get very far before you heard and all too familiar voice shouting out your name. “Y/N wait up!” 

You considered pretending that you didn’t hear him, but decided against it as you halted your movements and turned around to face the smiling boy. Faking a happy mood you put on a smile. “Oh, hey Peter.”

He was finally standing in front of you, a little out of breathe from trying to catch up to you.“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight?’

Your smile was no longer fake, you’d been dying to get some alone time with Peter. “Oh yeah that’d be great.”

“Cool, Mary Jane’s gonna be there as well so-” You’d got to be kidding me, couldn’t you just get one night alone with your best friend? Was that so much to ask? There was no way that you were going now, you fumbled over your words as you made up same lame excuse. “Uh-actually I just remembered I have plans tonight.”

He looks disappointed at you words, his eyes not a bright as they were moments ago. “Oh, really with who?” You randomly blurted out an excuse, nervous as he questioned you.“With Ned.”

He looks down at the floor, clearly upset that you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight. “Oh, that’s a shame. I guess I’ll see you around then.” He sends a hopeful smile and you fake one in return, you couldn’t be happy that he chose MJ over you yet again.“Yeah, see ya.” 

With that you turn on your heels and run to your next class, hoping that you weren’t late. You rush into the classroom and let out a sigh in relief when you notice the teacher hadn’t arrived yet. Then your eyes spot Ned as an idea pops into your mind. You make your way over to the seat beside his, turning to him.“Hey Ned, do you wanna come over tonight?”

He’s on his phone, not really paying much attention to anything your saying. “I don’t know I have a heap of math homework to-”

You cut him off before he can say no, with an answer he couldn’t refuse to.“I’m inviting the girls as well, Gwen will be there.”

You’re not surprised as he puts his phone down and turns to you, all of a sudden enthusiastic about this plan. I knew the Gwen card would work, it always does. “I’m in.”

“Cool.”

( roman reigns ) - ( neighbors know my name )

Summary:

You are Roman’s neighbor. He’s attracted to you and he cannot stand your boyfriend. He also cannot stand that the walls in the apartment are so thin that he can hear everything that happens when you two have sex. A month passes and he realizes that he hasn’t heard the recount of your nightly bedroom escapades echoing off of his walls and that he’s barely seen you around and when he has you look sad.. He decides that he wants to make you smile (And scream) again.Fluff and smut happen.

Character:

Roman Reigns

Rating:

Mature, duhhhh.

Word Count:

2,515+

Other:

This is based on an AU list I’ve seen floating around Tumblr but now cannot find to reblog to my blog for you guys to send me prompts and shit in to save my life.. The basic concept was that Muse A hears muse B and Muse B’s SO going at it like rabbits every night until one night (and quite a few after) they’re not.. SO they realize that they’ve fallen for Muse A and they make a move… Or something. Shrugs

Tagging : @allgirlswrestlingclub


Also… Plot Twists ahead.. Roman finds out You weren’t the mystery screamer…

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  • pairing: leon x MC. 
  • rating: mature. fluffy smut to spicy smut, pls & thank you. 
  • requested by: just me again, but requests are open.
  • word count: ~2700.
  • author’s notes: this is just what i like to think occurs in the forbidden ending of leon’s sequel. as always, enjoy! opinions are very welcome.

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Giraffe | Jeonghan

Originally posted by jeonghney-archive


Pairing: Jeonghan x reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: Short

  Enjoy!!

~Em 🖤


“Babe, one day we should have a zoo date. How does that sound??” You ask Jeonghan who’s cuddling you. 

“Whatever you want to do sweetheart. Sadly you know I can’t do that just yet, but we will.” He grabs your hand and places and kiss to the back of it. 

“That’s why I said one day, silly.” You laugh at him, bringing his face closer to yours so you could kiss his cheek, “we have time, no rush babe.”


It had been awhile since you had mentioned the zoo date to Jeonghan, you never bothered him with mentioning it again thinking he just forgot about it. 

There were always different date ideas.

You were sat in the living room reading a book you were near to finishing when Jeonghan came up behind you placing his hands on your shoulders in attempts to bring you out of your book world.

You were startled but smiled when you looked up to see it was only him, “you’re back so soon??”

He hums moving you over a little on the one seater and shoved himself into the space beside you, “yeah maybe we can go on that date to the zoo you wanted. Do you still want to do it?? Because I know you think I forgot about it.”

You smiled and covered your face, “how did you know??”

“I know you well, babe. Now get ready we have a date to go to!!” He stood up and pulled you up to stand, “and don’t worry about food, we can buy food over there, babe. Now get ready we have a date to go to!!” He stood up and pulled you up to stand, “and don’t worry about food, we can buy food over there.”

“You’re not paying for everything, it’s my date idea and you finally decided to go on this date. So it’s half and half,” you cross your arms and shift your weight over to your right leg.

He sighed and with a pout he nods, “alright only because it took me forever to find time to take you out on this date.”

“Uh-uh,” you wave a finger at him with a shake of your head, “don’t try to guilt trip me.”

He laughs, “just go get dressed!!” He pokes your side to get you to move quickly.

You were wearing a beige oversized sweater and some shorts, you had gone out to do errands and once you got home you switched out of your light blue denim jeans just wanting to be comfortable, but now you just put on your jeans and your white converse.

The Zoo isn’t a very fancy date, you had this idea so Jeonghan didn’t have to feel like he had to take you somewhere fancy and so you could both just dress down and have fun together.

You just wanted him to feel like a normal person. He’s even said himself that that’s why he loves you so much, you treat him like a normal person when he wants to forget what the spotlight is like. 

You decided not to fix your hair hoping people just thought you went for a messier look and not that you were lazy.

You took your charging phone off of your nightstand and walked out of the room.

Sneaking up behind Han you announce, “I’m here!!” And start laughing when you see his shoulders quickly bounce upwards.

With a bright smile, you look around him so his face was visible to you, “so… did I scare ya??”

He couldn’t stay mad at you for long, and mostly when you were staring at him like that, which is why his face was now facing the ceiling, “let’s just go now,” he mumbles loosely wrapping his arm around your shoulders and together you walked out of your home.


Now at the zoo, you walked around hand in hand eating a cotton candy together looking at all kinds of animals, you have both have been at the zoo for quite a couple hours (mostly eating all the food in sight).

“We should see the giraffes before it get’s too dark.” Without waiting for your response he takes your hand and drags you towards the giraffes.

You laugh, “so this is why you really wanted to come here??” you ask with squinted eyes.

He shrugs, “I mean it was one of the reasons.”

Once the giraffes were in sight Jeonghan started to run over to them like a giddy child.

“I don’t think I’ve actually seen one in real life, well maybe on TV.” 

“Well, now you can say you’ve seen one in real life,” you smile at him lovingly.

He smiles, “want to see my impression of a giraffe running??” He asks eagerly.

You couldn’t help but laugh and nod, “sure babe.”

He ran around in a circle with his arms behind his back, he did resemble a giraffe, just one with two legs.

“How have I never seen this before??”

He scoffs, fake offended, “you must not watch our interviews. The MC’s all say that I’m an amazing giraffe.” He states while walking away from you.


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The Jefferson Documentary

Thomas Jefferson x reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Laddie

Words: 1149

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut, Mean Girls reference, kissing, light fluff, cuddles/snuggling

“Babe! We’re going to be late!” Your boyfriend, Thomas, called up the stairs.

“One second! I’m carrying your bags too!” You yelled, struggling to hold both your duffle bag and his.

“Oops, sorry. I forgot.” Thomas shrugged, watching you stumble down the stairs.

“Wow, you’re such a gentlemen.” You scoffed, shoving his bag in his hands.

“Here, let me take this from you.” He grabs your bag, putting it in the trunk of his car.

“Too late.” You rolled your eyes,  walking around to the passenger side of the car.

“Such sass.” Thomas shook his head, closing the trunk of the car.

Thomas started the car, pulling out of the driveway. You were heading up to what was supposed to be a relaxing work get away. You knew, that Thomas would be stressed anyway. His boss, George Washington, thought this would be a good idea for his workers and their significant others to get to know each other. He had good intentions, but you knew this was a bad idea.

Thomas clenched the steering wheel as he drove. His knuckles were white and his jaw was clenched. You put a hand on his shoulder, it was tense and rigid.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” You tried to calm him down.

“No it’s not! I don’t think spending a week with, Hamilton, is okay!” Thomas growled.

“Who says you’re spending the week with Hamilton? You could just spend the whole week alone with me.” You rested your hand on his thigh, watching him jump slightly.

“That’s a good idea.” He smirked at you, relaxing in his seat.

You made it to the cabin, George Washington had rented, in record time. Thomas parked his car next to a black car you didn’t recognize. Thomas hopped out of his side and opened the door for you, before you could even unbuckle your seatbelt. You giggled, letting him help you out.

“Thank you, my good sir.” You pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Anything for you, m’lady.” Thomas pulled you in for a light kiss.

“Who knew Jefferson could get a girl?” An unfamiliar voice called, from the black car you had parked next to.

“And a beautiful one at that!” Another voice chimed in.

“Hamilton.” Thomas’ voice was cold and laced with venom.

“Jefferson.” A man with a long black ponytail responded, “And what’s your name?” He grinned turning to look at you.

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You smiled back, attempting to be nice.

“Alexander Hamilton, at your service.” He held a hand out for you to shake. You took it, but were surprised when he took it up to his lips to kiss.

“Let’s go, (Y/N).” Jefferson yanked your hand from Hamilton’s grip, dragging you into the house.

“What a creep.” You mumbled as the two of you walked up the stairs of the cabin.

“I’m glad to hear you say that.” Jefferson laughed, any trace of jealousy disappearing.

After settling in, Washington had demanded everyone meet in the living room to get to know each other. Jefferson was clearly upset to hear this. All he wanted to do was spend some alone time with you and avoid Alexander.

He sighed, sitting next to you on the couch as you chatted with James Madison. You snuggled against him, knowing he wasn’t liking this. To be honest, you weren’t liking it either. You just wanted to be alone with Thomas. Instead, you were stuck in a living room of strangers.

Thomas put his arms around your waist, pulling you to sit in between his legs. You leaned your back against his chest and quickly ended your conversation with James. You turned to Thomas, looking up at him with mischievous grin.

“Do you think we could sneak away?” You whispered in his ear.

“We can do whatever you want, love.” His warm breath tickled your neck.

“Oh my god! Don’t give her a hickey!” Hamilton screech from across the room.

You leaned out of Thomas’ embrace to see him staring at you in mock horror. His friend with freckles, faked an offended gasp. The other, having a strange resemblance to your boyfriend, pretended to faint.

“Hamilton,” Washington warned.

“Ignore him.” You turned Thomas’ gaze from Hamilton, to you. “He’s an idiot. Just focus on me.”

“You’re right.” He smiled, pulling your face inches from his.

“There we see, a wild Jefferson and a beautiful gazelle. The Jefferson leans in for the kiss, ready to strike at any moment. Why he has stopped….well folks that is a mystery to us all.” Hamilton said, in his best documentary voice.

“If he says one more thing…” He growled, his body tensing up.

“Don’t. You’ll give him the satisfaction, of knowing it got to you.” You grabbed Thomas’ fist that was curling up, ready to strike Hamilton. “Look at me. It’s okay.”

“You’re right, it’s not worth it.” Thomas smiled at you, kissing your nose.

“Jefferson misses! Instead he hits the gazelle’s nose. This is a major blow to Jefferson’s massive ego. Fun fact! That’s why his hair is so big! It’s full of his ego!” Hamilton smiled, causing most of the room, including you, to laugh.

“Hamilton!” Jefferson jumped from the couch, beginning to chase Hamilton around the room.

“Yo, gazelle! You going to help me?” Hamilton asked, running past the couch.

“Nope! You’re on your own. I already tried to help you.” You grinned, watching the pair run.

“The wild Jefferson chases the amazing Hamilton. He has switched prey and no longer has interest in the gazelle. The wild Jefferson is not that good at running, due to his lanky height and awkward limbs. Will he ever catch me? Will he ever kiss the gazelle? Tune in next time!” Hamilton yelled, booking it from the room.

Jefferson chased after him, the room filled giggles and laughter. Even Washington had a little bit of a smile on his face. The laughing increased, when you heard a loud clash and a screech from Alexander. It sounded like Jefferson had finally caught him.

The two returned to the living room. Alexander was limping and Jefferson had a victorious smirk on his face. He scooped you up in his arms, placing you on his lap. Hamilton opened his mouth, only to have his friends all slap their hands over it. He rolled his eyes, shoving their hands off.

“Gazelle, I hope you know that you’re dating a wild Jefferson. You might want to be careful.” Hamilton warned, glaring at Thomas as he spoke.

“I know.” You grinned, pecking Thomas’s lips. “That’s just how I like him.”

Thomas smiled at you, pulling you closer to snuggle. The rest of the night ran smoothly. You would joke with Alexander and his friends, ignoring the glares exchanging between him and Thomas. And at the end of the night, Thomas finally got what he had wanted all night…

Peter Parker Doesn’t Understand Pro-Wrestling [Spiderman, 2002]

As almost anyone knows, pro-wrestling is staged. It’s not UFC. The guys aren’t trying to win, rather they are working together to put on a good show for the audience. The wrestlers certainly endure a beating, but they are essentially entertainers. There are expected roles for the wrestlers, such as the face (the fan favorite) or the heel who is meant to be disliked by the audience. We see Bonesaw, who the fans love, beating up on basically nameless opponents who he is clearly meant to beat.
The wrestling community is close knit and hard-working, even at the amateur level. There are countless guys who do it for free or get paid very little, simply for the love of the sport. So when a local venue has an opportunity for amateurs to share the ring with a big name wrestler like Bonesaw, it is like a small-time musician having the opportunity to come onstage and play the guitar alongside an established act. They recognize that is not an opportunity to try to upstage them. It is the amateur’s role to lose.
“But what about the $3,000 for three minutes?”, you might ask. Despite the action being staged, it still requires an large amount of athleticism, acting, and a high pain tolerance. The average amateur wrestler likely would not be able to put on a good three minute match with a professional like Bonesaw. And if a wrestler is good enough to match his abilities and put on a show for three minutes, $3,000 might not be a huge price to pay one-time for finding another talent like Bonesaw. Signing another wrestler like that could be very lucrative.
Peter Parker clearly doesn’t know much about wrestling, especially when comparing his costume to the other wrestlers who show up. So when he comes and sees that he has to sign a waiver, probably required by an insurane company to cover accidents, he assumes Bonesaw will actually be trying to hurt him. Peter’s expression is shocked when he watches Bonesaw simply bodyslam a wrestler, who lays there and allows it to happen. Later, he sees Bonesaw’s last opponent, who clearly has more experience than Peter based on his actual wrestling attire, screaming theatrically that he can’t feel his legs. Anyone who has ever watched wrestling would recognize this as part of the show. In the movie’s script, Bonesaw even beats up an “audience member” who calls him fake. These are both clearly stunts, as anyone except apparently Peter Parker would realize.
During his match, in a suspiciously rubbery looking “steel-cage”, we can see Bonesaw’s actual confusion when Spiderman jumps above him. He literally asks “What are you doing up there?”, as if to say “Stick to the program and wrestle me.” Rather than wrestling him and giving him something to work with, Spiderman is running away. No one pays to watch that, so Bonesaw tries to give the audience some action. Bonesaw slamming Spiderman into the cage and hitting him with the chair are nothing that any fan hasn’t seen before, and would not hurt any wrestler who knows how to absorb a hit. So imagine poor Bonesaw’s surprise when his “opponent”, who is supposed to be his supporting act, refuses to give him any material for what is essentially physical improv. Instead, the guy starts kicking him repeatedly in the chest with his train-stopping super-strength.
So imagine if you are the event manager, when the jabroni who just seriously injured your top performer, the fan’s favorite wrestler, comes up to you after his match expecting $3,000. On top of that, it’s not like Spiderman can replace Bonesaw. He has no stage presence, no charisma, weighs less than 150 pounds, and has a terrible outfit. Instead of giving the folks a show by wrestling, Spiderman just kicked the shit out of a guy who is essentially an actor.
TL;DR Spider-Man is the ultimate heel.

Concert

Member: Wonwoo
Genre: Fluff
Length: 1375 words
Summary: Wonwoo is nervous to ask you out, but there’s no shortage of people to help him.

You could see out of the corner of your eye that Mingyu was grinning devilishly as he pressed the button on his remote, sending a bright red turtle shell spiralling towards your cart, knocking you over and costing you the game.

“Mingyu!” You whined, dropping your controller to the floor in ungraceful defeat. “You’re so mean!”

The tall boy just grinned wider in response. “I won fair and square, Y/N.”

You pouted, crossing your arms. “Whatever. I bet Wonwoo would let me win.”

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Y/N, you’re obsessed.”

“I am not!” You insisted. “I am nothing of the sort!”

Mingyu just laughed at your fruitless attempt to change his mind. “Whatever, sure. You’re totally not obsessed. Either way, you sure do talk about him a lot.”

“No I don’t! Where is he, anyway?”

Mingyu chuckled again. “And you think you aren’t obsessed. I told you before, he’s at the library. Actually caring about his grades, unlike us losers.”

However, unbeknownst to you, Wonwoo was not doing any kind of study at all. In fact, he was spending the entire day coming up with the best note he could write to explain his feelings for you.

“That’s so dumb,” he grumbled, deleting everything on his Word document. He ran a hand nervously through his hair, sighing. “Why can’t I come up with anything romantic and poetic? What am I even gonna ask her out to do?”

“Hey, Wonwoo!” A voice called, earning a hissed “shh!” from the old librarian.

Wonwoo looked up, stressed expression unwilling to slide off his face. “Hey, Seungkwan. Keep it down, yeah? This is a library.”

Seungkwan mostly ignored the elder’s words, slipping into the seat across from him. “So, the boys and I got a gig on Saturday.”

Wonwoo’s head snapped up to meet Seungkwan’s, an excited expression now covering his face and the gears in his head turning rapidly. “Congrats! That’s great!”

Seungkwan smirked. “Yeah, well, you’re coming.”

Wonwoo smiled in response. “Of course.”

“What’s up?” Seungkwan finally asked, eyeing the older suspiciously.

“What do you mean? I’m fine.” Wonwoo answered too quickly, his leg starting to shake nervously.

“I can see through you. What is it?”

Wonwoo sighed, looking across at Seungkwan. His face heated slightly at the thought of what he was doing. “I’m trying to, um, write a note? For Y/N.”

Laughter erupted from the younger boy’s mouth, filling the otherwise silent library.

“Shh!” The librarian and Wonwoo hissed, glaring at Seungkwan.

“Just ask her out already!” Seungkwan whined, wiping a fake tear off his face. “I can’t believe you, seriously. You don’t have to write a note, just tell her.”

Wonwoo’s face continued to brighten, and he covered his face with an arm. “I can’t.”

Seungkwan scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said. “You know what, take two tickets to our gig.” He thrust two paper tickets at the older. “Take her to see us. Good for you, because you’ll finally be going out with her, and good for me, because I get a fuller audience.”

Before Wonwoo could complain, and tell Seungkwan that he was way too nervous and awkward to give a ticket to you, the shorter boy stood up and left, shaking his head and muttering something about having to hand-feed everything to the older.

Nevertheless, Wonwoo had the tickets now, and he was too polite to not use one of them, especially when he was given them for free. He wondered if he could just ask Mingyu instead, but Seungkwan would find out and have his head for it.

Back at Mingyu’s apartment, you had just lost the third Mario Kart race in a row, and you were beginning to think that Mingyu was somehow cheating.

“Mingyu!” You yelled, hitting the tall boy over the head with your controller.

“Ow!” He yelped, his arms flinging out to push you away. “It’s not my fault you’re so bad!”

“Stop cheating!” You cried, crossing your arms. “You’re a cheater, Mingyu! I dominate this game, I can’t be losing this badly.”

“Hey,” spoke a much gentler, warm voice than both yours and Mingyu’s, and the two of you spun around to meet a very nervous-looking Wonwoo’s eyes.

“I need the bathroom, be right back.” Mingyu excused straight away, knowing both of his friends’ feelings and desperately wanting them to just get together already. He stood up and left, leaving you both alone.

“This isn’t over, Mingyu!” You called after him. “I will get to the bottom of this cheating business!”

“Cheating?” Wonwoo asked quietly, his deep voice ringing softly through the room.

“Mingyu’s cheating at Mario Kart.” You explained.

Mingyu, Mingyu, Mingyu. He was all you ever seemed to talk about, in Wonwoo’s eyes. Sure, you’d been friends with the younger for much longer, but Wonwoo really wanted your attention on him. He started to panic. She prefers Mingyu, she doesn’t like me, she’s gonna say no, I’m gonna look so dumb, I’m gonna be-

“What’s up?” You asked, cutting off his thoughts.

Wonwoo took a deep breath, walking towards you timidly. “A few friends of mine, singers, are performing on Saturday night and I was wondering if, um, if you would like to, uh, go with me?”

You blinked for a second, in shock. Wonwoo just asked you out? Jeon Wonwoo, your not-so-small crush, wanted to take you to a concert?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it was just an idea, I understand…”

“I’d love to.” You smiled, looking up at him from your position on the floor, controllers and chip bags littered around you. Even in all the mess, Wonwoo still thought you looked beautiful.

“Really?” He asked, a smile taking over his face. “You really want to?”

It was your turn to take a deep breath. “Yeah. I really like you, Wonwoo.”

Two days later, back at your own apartment, you were frantically scrabbling around your makeup drawer looking for a nice lipstick. “Where have they all gone?” You muttered, noisily pushing eyebrow pencils, eyeshadows and cheap lip glosses around in your drawer, the lipstick you wanted just not appearing.

“Here!” Your roommate called, a hand appearing from behind the bathroom door, a shiny lipstick in its grasp. “Left it in your room again, silly.” She added.

When you’d told her about the date, she had freaked out. She was almost more excited than you, helping you pick out the perfect outfit, even doing your eyeliner for you.

“Thank you!” You called back, hurriedly running the stick over your lips, smacking them together before deeming yourself completely ready.

Not a moment later, the doorbell rang, and your roommate handed you your bag on your rushed way to the door.

When you opened it, you were met with a gorgeous Wonwoo wearing an adorable, nervous smile and holding a small bouquet. “You look- wow.” He said, his cheeks heating up. He could not believe he was going on a date with you.

You blushed slightly, letting Wonwoo know how good he looked as well, taking his hand and waving to your roommate as you left.

The concert was relatively small, and the five boys who sang were incredibly good. “Your friends are amazing,” you whispered to Wonwoo. They sang a range of soft, acoustic songs, and you and Wonwoo both enjoyed the gentle music and each other’s company. You got ice cream afterwards, and it was the best first date you’d ever been on.

“Thank you for tonight,” you said to Wonwoo, after he had dropped you back at your apartment. “It was perfect.”

Wonwoo smiled, telling you a similar affirmation. You mustered up all your courage, and raised your heels to leave a small kiss on his cheek. “See you,”

Once you got inside, your roommate jumped up from the couch and demanded a full, detailed recount of the night. You were so happy, you rambled on for longer than the date had even taken, until your roommate forced you to go to sleep, because I know you loved it, but it’s 4am and I have to work tomorrow.

You placed the small bouquet he had given you at the beginning in a vase, and fell into a blissful slumber, the perfect end to a perfect night.

Interference (Part One and Two of Tony's view)

This is Tony’s view, and I tried to keep some things the same, as it’s take away the effect I wanted. If there’s any mistakes, I apologize! I’m quite tired, and am trying to post for you guys! As always, this is on mobile! But, I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated!

There wasn’t a specific plan set in Tony’s mind as he pulled open to the door to Monet’s, allowing him and and Brad to enter. He’d hoped that Clay would finally answer him, after weeks of being brushed off. It wasn’t a delightful experience. Brad gave him a small smile before leading them both to the counter. As Brad ordered, he scanned the room, stopping at someone in the corner. He tilted his head and almost laughed when he realized it was Clay.

He looked like a pouting child, chin to his chest, hood up, as he seemed to slip further into the chair he was sat in. Tony shook his head and tapped Brad’s arm and pointed.

“Is that Clay?” Brad questioned, moving to grab his drink. Tony nodded.

“Looks like him,” he moved towards the corner, but paused upon Brad wrapping his hand around his wrist.

“Don’t. Tony, this is the first time you haven’t blown me off in the past week. We can drink our coffee, and then you can go talk to him,” Brad begged, Tony only pulled away and continued on, much to his dismay.

“Clay?” he felt himself smile when the name left his lips, and he heard Brad cough. Clay looked up, eyes wide. He looked tired, and he seemed nervous. It took Tony a moment to realize Clay was trying to look surprised, but if was obviously a fake look.

“Tony, hey. Brad, hey,” Clay greeted, bouncing his leg nervously as he spoke. Tony tilted his head slightly, trying to see if he could read any of Clay’s emotions. For the first time, he couldn’t. Clay’s eyes were as expressive as usual, and it only increased his worry.

“Do you want to join us?” Tony hoped his tone was soft, and welcoming, as he desperately wanted Clay to agree. Clay sucked in a sharp breath before glancing to where Brad lingered behind him.

“Uh, no, I can’t. I was actually just leaving, enjoy your date,” Clay stuttered and tried to get up quickly, and Tony noticed him sway as he stood. Something wasn’t right. He heard Brad sigh in relief and turned around and narrowed his eyes.

“Hey Clay, we can hang out later, yeah? I haven’t seen you around lately,” he continued pressing, seeing if he could get anything out of him. Clay shrugged before running into the door, eager to leave. Tony blew out a breath as he watched Clay flee. Brad pulled him towards a table. “Why were you being such an asshole? He’s obviously not okay,” Tony snapped as he sat down across from Brad. Brad held his hands up in a defensive position.

“I sincerely apologize for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend without someone ruining it,” Brad snapped back, sipping at his drink. Tony ignored his, watching as Brad seemed quite happy that Clay had rushed off. He reached for his phone only for Brad to grab his wrist. When Tony looked to him, his eyes were hopeful. “Tony, don’t. If you call, I’m done,” Brad pleaded, and he bit his lip when Tony pulled away and sent a quick text before calling. He held the phone up to his ear, watching as Brad pursed his lips. “That’s alright. You seem more in love with him, anyway,” Brad abandoned the drink and walked out. Tony didn’t bother following.

His goal was to find Clay, and make sure that he was alright.

He focused on the ringing, and how it didn’t end until his voicemail answered.

“Hey, it’s Clay. Uh, leave a message after the beep? I guess,” Tony laughed at how unsure he sounded, but wasted no time re-dialing. Voicemail. Re-dial. Voicemail. Re-dial. Voicemail. He made his way to his mustang and sat there before deciding to head home.

Clay was stressing him out, more than usual.

His best bet was to go home, where he’d continue to try to call, but at least get something done.

-

It was only when he was checking the engine of the mustang when Clay finally picked up.

“Clay? I called like eight times!” he tried not to sound angry, but he was aggravated. Something was wrong, and he just wanted his friend back. He heard a sigh come from the other end, and it was full of stress.

“Actually it was eighteen times, Tony. I was doing something,” Clay snapped from the other end. Tony glanced to the phone in surprise at the outburst.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he stated, moving to tighten a bolt. He heard Clay sigh again, and could hear him scuff his feet on the ground.

“Not ignoring you… just dealing with things on my own,” Clay lied. Tony knew instantly because Clay’s breath had hitched when the last word left his mouth. Tony tightened his jaw but let it go.

“Clay Jensen working out things on his own? That sounds unheard of,” he joked, he tried to laugh but it wasn’t there. Something was wrong and it didn’t seem right to try and play it off.

“I’m sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you, I could come by and hang out for a little bit,” Clay offered, but he left a pause at the end. Tony could tell he hoped he’d refuse, but he wanted to fix whatever went wrong.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a little bit?” he knew his tone was lighter when e responded, because he was happy that he could finally fix the mess it’d become.

“Of course,” came Clay’s defeated response. Tony couldn’t help but grin. He could finally fix it, and get his friend back. Make things right, and make sure Clay was okay.

-

Tony had seen Clay coming, and pretended not to notice. He needed to calm down or he was going to upset Clay even more. He watched from the corner of his eye as Clay pulled into the driveway.

“The scar is healing nicely, Clay,” he remarked as he wiped his hands on the rag he’d grabbed. The skin was slightly pink and raised, much better then anyone thought it’d be.

“Yeah, yeah it is. So what’s up?” Clay breathed out. He had blinked a couple times quickly, hinting at a headache. The anger he’d held onto dissolved and turned to concern.

“Is everything alright, Clay? You haven’t been yourself,” he murmured as he stepped back to the engine. Clay laid his bike down and sat down on the driveway, watching as he worked. His gaze made him nervous.

“Just working through some stuff,” Clay replied shortly. His tone said, “Just drop it.” Tony wasn’t giving up that easily. He was going to fix this.

“Anything I can help with?” he questioned, cocking a brow as he glanced back to Clay. Clay shook his head and shrugged. At the response, Tony turned away, trying to stay calm. “Do you want to talk about it?”

There was a long, empty pause.

“It’s feelings, Tony. You don’t seem like the type of guy to really want to discuss those,” Clay remarked, leaning back on the driveway, soaking up the sun light. Tony swallowed and tried to stay calm, because there was something about the words that made his heart flutter.

“Feelings? Talk to me, man,” he pushed humor into his response. Clay wrinkled his nose and tilted his head to look at him as he leaned against the car. Tony could feel himself smiling, but tried, and really, really tried to stay calm.

“Just I’ve liked this guy for a while, but he has eyes on someone else, and so I’m working on getting over him,” Tony noticed immediately that Clay chose his words carefully as he slowly explained his dilemma. He was honestly surprised that Clay had told him. The relationship wasn’t the best at this point in time, and he assume some of the trust had deteriorated.

“Have you tried talking to him?” he inquired, taking a seat next to Clay on the driveway.

“No,” he responded shortly. “He wouldn’t be interested in me, so I’ll silently let the feelings die,” Clay continued, looking to where Tony sat. He was deep in thought, though. He was trying not to let his heart get the best of him as he began to imagine the possibilities.

“Maybe talking it out would be a good idea?” he finally replied, looking to Clay. “Let him know about your feelings, and try to explain that you don’t want to interfere?” he offered, shrugging. He wanted to appear that he cared, but not to the point to scare Clay off. “That’s what I’d do,” he finished, watching as Clay shook his head before standing up, glancing at him for a long moment.


During that moment, his heart skipped a beat.

He was so sure that this was the moment.

“I’m a ball of anxiety, I don’t think that’d go over well,” Clay replied, reaching for his bike. he sighed.

Moment, gone.

“I offered some help, man,” he shrugged, trying to hid his disappointment before he stood up moving towards the mustang. Clay pondered for a moment.

“Hey, Tony?” he looked towards Clay to find him staring.

“Yes, Clay?” he raised his eyebrows as he awaited the response.

Was this the ending of their friendship?

Was he going to tell him something terrible?

“I’m in love with you, and I understand you’re in a relationship, and I don’t want to interfere. So I’m going to go.”

His heart stopped, and his eyes widened as Clay sped off. He could only stand and watch him go, as he tried to comprehend the words as fast as his brain would allow.

He wanted to call after him, but Clay was long gone.

-

His heart was pounding as he drove. He was trying to call him, to tell him that he really wanted to talk. That there were things that needed to be worked out, but there wasn’t an answer. Every time his voicemail would greet him, he’d think it was him.

Tony admired the bravery, as he didn’t think Clay could ever do that. Thinking about it made his heart beat a little faster.

He could’ve sworn he saw him.

But just as fast as he’d seen him, he’d disappeared.

He was heading to Monet’s, hoping Clay would try to hide there. When he pulled past a side street, a biker turned the opposite way. He glanced in his mirror and at the familiar hoodie, he groaned.

He was going to lose him, again.

He continued to try to call, and all of a sudden it automatically went to voicemail.

He sighed and leaned back into his seat, not bothering to try and call anymore.

Clay was making this difficult.

If he could calm his breathing, and get his heart to slow down, maybe he could clear his head.

He knew he could find Clay, most likely at his house, but he did want to give Clay a moment to himself.

He’d realized that after he’d raced after him.

Clay did deserve a moment to comprehend what happened.

He pulled into Monet’s parking lot and killed the engine. He watched as most tables were filled.

He’d grab a hot chocolate, and leave. Off to find Clay once more.

He opened his car door and stepped out, walking towards the entrance. He saw Ryan and Alex sitting together, both of them staring at the empty table where Hannah would sit.

Tony shook his head, focusing on getting the drink and leaving.

“Tony?” Alex questioned, he looked genuinely surprised. He gave them both a tight lipped smile as he waited for his drink. “What are you doing here? Other than getting a warm beverage,” Alex did seem genuine.

“Just grabbing a drink and going on a little trip, that’s all,” he offered, shrugging. Alex pursed his lips and nodded, he watched as Alex settled back into his seat.

He left quickly after that, not wanting to be pulled into a conversation.

He quickly climbed back in, but stopped as he took a breath. Calm, cool, collected.

If he went storming over to Clay’s, he’d be met with a couple different options.

He’d storm in, terrifying Clay’s mother.

Or he could knock on the door and be polite, as usual.

He chose the latter.

He took multiple, unnecessary turns, just to let more time pass. He’d assumed Clay would be upset, and if they both were upset, it’d be a big mess that no one needed. If they both had time to calm down, it’d be much easier to discuss what needed to be discussed.

It seemed like the drive to Clay’s took hours, but it was actually only five minutes. He breathed, in and out, in and out, in and out. He climbed out and climbed the stairs, knocking on the door. Clay’s mom greeted him with a warm smile.

“Tony! Clay’s upstairs, last I checked he was napping,” she greeted. He had to bite back a laugh, because he knew if Clay knew that his mother greeted him with ‘He’s napping,’ he’d throw a hissy fit.

“Thank you, Mrs. Jensen,” he nodded to her as she let him in. He slid his shoes off, trying not to annoy her too much. He made his way upstairs and noted how the house was such a strange form of quiet. There didn’t appear to be a hum from an appliance, nor did any boards creak under his weight. He frowned slightly. Living in such silence can’t be great for someone. He pushed the thought aside as he leaned against the door frame, watching the rise of fall of Clay’s chest.

It wasn’t long before Clay began to stir, and upon seeing Tony, he paled. Panic became etched over Clay’s features, and he almost felt bad. Almost.

Clay pulled the blankets tighter as he watched Tony.

“You aren’t feeling well, Clay?” he greeted, taking a seat at the bottom of his bed. Clay remained silent, watching him as he back with a cocked brow.

“Uh, yeah,” Clay cleared his throat. “Just came down with something,” he finished.

“You took off pretty quickly, quick enough to where I lost you when I tried to follow,” he remarked, watching as Clay awkwardly shifted. Clay had gotten up, and he honestly thought he was going to try to run again, but instead he just closed the bedroom door.

“The last thing I need is my mom being anymore concerned,” Clay sighed. He moved and sat back on the bed, and he began nervously twisting his fingers as the silence became heavy. It was beginning to be awkward.

“I’m pretty sure I didn’t say I’d run away after,” he stated. He’d known it’s confuse Clay, but it’d get the conversation started. Clay glanced at him in confusion.

“What?”

“When I was telling you what I’d do in your situation, I wouldn’t have run away,” he clarified, smiling when he watched as Clay rolled his eyes. “So that’s why you were ignoring me the past couple weeks,” he stated, smiling slightly. He was happy to know, and he was happy that the feelings weren’t just his imagination. Clay narrowed his eyes.

“You didn’t catch onto that?” Clay snapped back, and it was obvious he .wasn’t in the mood to talk. Tony didn’t expect him to because he was probably embarrassed. He sent him a surprised glance.

“I tried calling you, but you never answered, and soon enough it was just your voicemail. You turned your phone off, I’m assuming,” he gave him a small smile. It was more of a 'This is awkward as hell, but I’m trying here,’ then anything else. Clay nodded.

“You’d be correct,” Clay answered, moving to pick at a loose thread on his blanket. It was obvious that things were going i be difficult to talk about. He looked away, trying to think of something to say, or something to do, something to kill the silence.

“I broke up with Brad this morning,” he told him, watching as Clay’s head swung around to look at him in shock.

“What? Why? Weren’t you guys happy?” Clay stumbled over his words, and his reaction made him laugh. A genuine laugh this time.

“The relationship ran its course. I think we both knew starting out that it wasn’t going to last, but it was fun while it lasted,” he replied, and he reached for Clay’s hand. “And if you wouldn’t have sped off, I would’ve told you,” he continued, watching as Clay’s skin started to turn pink.

“I warned you it wouldn’t have gone well, and I told you I was a ball of anxiety!” Clay defended. He squeezed Clay’s hand tightly, and Clay smiled.

“If you wouldn’t of sped off, you would’ve also found out that I have feelings for you, too,” he added, watching as Clay bit back a grin. Clay set a hand on his cheek and pulled him closer, pressing their lips together.

He was happy to know that their relationship would be back to normal, actually, even better than normal.


Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought! And as always, I do take requests!

HWTR to doing something outdoorsy

Anon Request: HTWR to you making them go do something outdoorsy (I don’t really care what. You could write about a hiking trip, a visit to a national park, hell even a hunting trip if you’re into that tbh)


Max: (Hiking Trip) I feel like Max would be the one to complain a lot, both because he wanted to get under your skin and because he genuinely meant half of what he was complaining about. I can definitely see him pointing out some obvious shit like, “Wow, who would’ve thought the woods had this many trees.”

-Multiple water breaks

-“What the fUCK! Another fucking bloodsucking, piece of shit, good for nothing mosquito bit me!”

-“Max, I think we’re going the wrong way.”

-“You’re not the one with the map, cunt. I know where we’re going.”

-Trips over twigs constantly, even ends up stabbing his ankles with broken sticks

-Realizes he’s been holding the map upside down the whole time

-“I think we’re lost.”

-Gets ahead of you a lot even though he has no idea where he is or what he’s doing

-Attempts to act like one of those survivalist guys but ends up failing after he gets a splinter from trying to ‘make a fire’

-Once he gets home, he makes sure you baby the crap out of him, attending to every need he has

-“I did enough for today, now go run my bath.”


Joji: (National Park Visit) He would definitely be up for it, he seems like the outdoorsy type, probably always looking for some shit to do outside. Joji’s visited Japan multiple times, biking and walking up mountains, so he would teach you a few things.

-Dresses like a dad

-Wears a hat

-He would be the one to take a lot of pictures of the scenery, but more of you admiring the scenery

-I feel like Joji wouldn’t mind the outdoors thing tbh

-Always suggesting to explore certain areas

-Begs for you two to stay until the park closes

-“The stars must look amazing at night.”

-“Y/N, look at this!”

-Though you’re the one that suggested the trip, he’s somehow more adventurous and outgoing than you are

-Climbs boulders so you can take edgy pictures of him

-Stargazing is a must for you two

-“That one looks like a deer.” he’d say while looking at the stars

-“Joji…they look like a bunch of pretty sparkling dots.”

-“Not as pretty as you.”

-“Gay.”


Ian: (Teaching him soccer) Ian would definitely try to make excuses to get out of it. I can see him not wanting to partake although he was the one that kept egging you on about doing something outdoorsy with him.

-Clumsy

-Misses the shot every time

-No coordination

-“What the fuck, Y/N. Kick it to me!”

-“I did…but you missed it.”

-Gets irritated with each failed kick

-“Stop blocking the net thing.”

-Doesn’t even know what the point of the game is

-Makes excuses so you can show him how to position his hips, but really he just wants you to put your hands on him and to see your ass

-Fakes injuries so you can get penalties

-You get to see his legs in shorts

-Tries hitting the ball with his head, ends up hitting it with his face instead

-You’re on nosebleed duty

-“Why couldn’t we do this indoors?”

-Trips over his own two feet

-Having to put bandaids over his smallest scrapes because he claims they’d get infected and he’d die


Chad: (Camping) Chad would be a lot like Max but a little more clueless and less complaining. He’d definitely try to change your mind about returning back home and going back to your snug bed. Camping would be a mutual agreement between the both of you for a nicely shared bonding moment for you two.

-Refuses to sleep in a separate sleeping bag

-Complains about how cold it gets

-“I told you to bring a sweater.”

-Scares you every chance he gets

-Scary stories

-Burns his mouth while eating s’mores

-Wakes you in the morning with loud Tarzan shouting

-Somehow gets poison ivy

-Suggests skinny dipping in the river

-Lots of cutesy alone time

-Cuddles to the extreme

-Stargazing next to the fire

-Him pissing on the fire to put it out soon after


HowToBasic: (Bike Riding)

-Screeches at you to make you fall off of your bike

-Has his own little basket full of eggs

-Pelts eggs at you to make you lose your balance

-Occasionally makes his wheel touch yours to scare you

-Rides in front of you just to brake unexpectedly, making your heart fall out of your ass

-Makes a pitstop to buy more eggs since he’s running out, meanwhile you’re completely covered in them

anonymous asked:

Wait this isn't like a requested but like I wanted to know since it's September and Halloween is coming who do you think everyone will dress up as this year (I'm ask cause I'm an artist and literally have now clue for anyone and I want to draw them in costumes being cute dorks)

this literally ended up being what i want each member to be dressed up as LOL it’s so not going to happen but what i’d give to see them dressed up as these

seungcheol: a bad boy?? hair slicked back, leather jacket, ripped jeans and all that. it’s not entirely a costume but. oh well. LOL
jeonghan: a mermaid. i reALLY want him to be a mermaid, but i’d give away a lung to see him as howl from howl’s moving castle even though his hair’s short now ^^;
joshua: HE’S GOING TO COSPLAY I CAN FEEL IT omfg he’s either going to be someone super popular from like naruto/bleach/one piece or someone random like tuxedo mask LMAO
junhui: a PRINCE. i know they all dressed up as princes already for the diamond edge tour but junhui’s such a prince and i want him dressed as a disney prince LOL
hoshi: couple costume with seokmin!! by couple costume i mean they’re going to be an animal or something and one of them is the head and the other is the body LOL
wonwoo: idk why i want him to dress up as jack frost??? i kinda want to see wonwoo with silver hair
jihoon: a fairy AHAHAH
seokmin: couple costume with hoshi!!
mingyu: you know that weird guy who appears every halloween and he dances and he’s dressed in black while wearing a pumpkin on his head yeah him LOL
minghao: a panda!!!
seungkwan: can he dress up as a tangerine
hansol: OMG ok you know those costumes where you have like fake legs and your real legs are the character’s legs??? so if you’re a cowboy, it’d look like you’re riding a horse?? i didn’t explain it properly but yeah LOL
chan: michael jackson. i’m still waiting, chan

zoethecrocpot  asked:

YOU WERE EXPECTING ANOTHER JOJO CHARACTER, BUT IT WAS ME, DIO!

First off, what the fuck is Dio wearing for shoes? It looks like he’s weaved them out of banana peels. I guess you can say he’s always slipping all the time, which might finally explain why he kicked with his bad leg. And what the hell is up with his pants? They’re normal-looking, sure, until you see that they don’t cover his dick up. What kind of tailor made reverse-assless chaps for my boy Dio Brando?

And that’s not even getting into his personality. If every Jojo character had a Tumblr, Dio would be that one person who fakes crytyping when people call him out on his shit. “Waaaaaah, Jonathan beat me up because I fucked up his life and kissed his girlfriend first! Father, help me!” “Oh no, Jonathan and his friend Speedwagon are gonna arrest me because I tried to poison Father! Better use the stone mask and become a vampire so I can kill them!”

What a fuckboy.

Fuck this one picture of Dio. He looks like a bootleg version of Steve from Blue’s Clues. Hey, Dio, I’ve got a clue for you. Maybe try being nice for once in your life. I mean, you’ve already fucked your life up beyond repair, so a bit of kindness wouldn’t hurt.

That’s all for my roast. I could say more, but Dio already got roasted before in the Joestar Mansion.