also really hot but like yeah

imagine being at a class reunion like, yeah remember hot tom? i heard he made all of his friends get ugly matching skull tattoos and call him a really ugly french name and also I heard his nose is gone. weird.

I don't speak Spanish either.

So, this happened several years ago. My boyfriend and I had been in a long-distance relationship for a long time, and we would see each other maybe twice a year. This was during one of my month-long visits to him over the summer.

We’d decided we wanted to go to one of the nearby malls, and had to take two separate buses to get there. Him living in SoCal, it was fucking scorching; it was probably around 100F. For a “delicate” NorCal girl like me, that feels like death.

We’d gotten off the first bus and were walking to another stop a couple of blocks down to catch the next one. We’re stopped at a corner of a particularly long street, waiting for the light to change so we can cross, and there’s group of three girls behind us. We’re not paying them much mind at first, until I hear one of them go “No, I don’t want to ask them! I don’t even speak Spanish! How am I supposed to talk to them?”

This is where it’s important to note that my boyfriend and I are both of Salvadorian descent, and therefore pretty obviously brown. However, my Spanish is incredibly poor [that’s a whole different story], and I really hate it when people assume that I don’t speak English. It’s rude. But whatever. I guess it happens. It’s what happens next that ticks me off. An attempted whisper: “Look, just ask the girl. Fat girls are always nice.”

Okay. Fine. Not worth my fucking time. I’m not even gonna say anything because it’s hot and who wants to deal with this shit. But then from behind me I hear, awkwardly, “Perdón?” I turn, and it’s one of the girls–surprisingly, one that also looks latina. She sounded like the one who’d claimed not to speak Spanish.

“Yeah?”

She looked a bit surprised, and relieved that I spoke unaccented English. “We were wondering if you could tell us how to get to _____?” Some location. I was the wrong person to ask.

“Sorry, I’m not from around here. You’ll have to ask him.” I gestured to my boyfriend. Again, I’m from NorCal, so I had no idea where anything was down there.

The girl turned to him hesitantly, asked him, and my boyfriend, being friendly, gave them directions. Turns out it was straight down the long street we were on. The girls took off without even thanking us, and the light changed so we finally crossed the street and waited for us bus.

The bus shows up maybe ten or so minutes later, and we’re relieved to be out of that god-awful San Fernando Valley heat. The bus takes us down the long stretch of road, and I see the girls from before trudging down the sidewalk under the merciless SoCal sun.

“I told them that it was right down the street,” my boyfriend says. “I never told them the bus goes there.”

Innuendos + Bonus Chat

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Request:

A Steve x reader where Tony makes really bad innuendos and Steve and the reader are to innocent to know what they mean


Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Bruce, Y/N, Steve, Scott, T'Challa, Rhodey, Peter.

Tony: Dinner tonight, all of us? I can make reservations at Rhodey’s favorite restaurant.

Scott: The one that spins?!

Tony: Yes, Scott. The one that spins.

Scott: I love that one! The waiting list is booked,  it would take months before we can eat there!

Tony: Oh, honey. When you’re a billionaire, you don’t need to wait.

T'Challa: And if they make us wait, I will just buy the restaurant. #RicherThanStark

Tony: … Who uses hashtags in a chat?!

T'Challa: #ObviouslyNotYou

Peter: I would love to come but… I have to study for a test tomorrow.

Tony: Aw c'mon kid, we haven’t seen each other in weeks! T'Challa just got back from Wakanda, Scott is finally free, and Steve and Y/N just returned from their 4 week long mission.

Bruce: Yeah, we miss you all!

Tony: Just one night! You’re smart, Peter. You’ll do fine in your test.

Peter: I guess…

Rhodey: #BadDad

T'Challa: #TonySucksAtParenting

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My Girl

Request: Okay, so this is Sirius x Reader where you like him and he likes you but neither of you know that and you ask the Marauders and Lily and Marlene if they wanna go to Hogsmeade or whatever the next day but they are all busy except Sirius. So you guys go and you get cold so he gives you his hoodie and you forget to return it or don’t want to because it smells like him and when you do at the end of the day he gets really happy because it smells like you and he wears it. Basically just fluff thanks.

Word Count: About 2,800.

Warning(s): Sexual tension, slightly suggestive comments, Sirius being hot as hell, kissing and stuff.

Note: In summary, this is a Sirius x Reader work about a cold night at Hogsmeade. Also, I deviated a bit from the request. Just a bit.


“We’re all still on for tonight, right?”

“Yeah.” Lily nodded, shrugging on a warm jacket as she headed out the door. “Marlene said to meet them in the common room before we go.”

As you made your way down the staircase next to Lily, you spotted James, Peter, and Marlene lounging on a sofa near the fireplace. Huddled together, the trio seemed to be in a heated conversation.

Nearing them, you heard their hushed whispers.

“Hogsmeade–”

“Just make up some excuse to–”

Once Peter spotted you approaching, however, he nudged the other two into silence. 

“Y/N! Lily!” exclaimed Marlene, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “Just the ones we’ve been waiting for.”

With a quirked eyebrow, you took a seat on the arm of the couch. When they smiled innocently at you, you shook your head with a small laugh, looking around the room. You thought it might be best to ignore their impish antics. Around you, the Gryffindor common room was bustling with life and chatter. But amidst it all, you couldn’t spot Sirius.

Not that you were waiting for him, of course. He just happened to cross your mind as you looked around.

“He’s almost ready,” said James, a cheeky grin playing on his face.

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GOT7 flirting Style

request by anon:  Heyy idk if you want to answer this but what do you think got7s flirting styles are? Like is one member more subtle or obvious or tsundere style etc? Thank you if u answer it!

Jaebum: Youngjae said it himself (YESS 2JAE) that JB is tsundere style. Those who don’t know it’s when someone shows a more cold or chic attitude at first but eventually shows a loving and warm style. If that doesn’t scream Jaebum IDK what does. He would probably ignore you and act super cool around you especially in front of a group; but then one day if you and he are alone and he notices you looking down or sort of tired he would offer to walk you home or buy you your favourite drink. “_______, you seem cold. Here.” And hands you a scarf casually. 

Mark: He’s a quiet flirt. He seems pretty shy and reserved so he wouldn’t outright flirt with you. You would probably take a lot of the gestures for granted as friendly actions. Like fixing your t-shirt if it was falling off your shoulder or offering you a bite of his food. He strikes me as the kind of guy who is friends with a girl first and then slowly tries to work his way to a boyfriend. He would probably flirt by asking “Hey do you think we could go for a walk tonight?” or just wanting to spend time alone. 

Jackson: He would flirt with you by always sticking by you. Offering to be your partner in games or wanting to sit next to you when your group of friends goes to the movies. He would put his arm around you in a friendly way but maybe squeeze you just a little tighter and closer than usual. He would literally never stop complimenting you, and honestly, his crush on you would be hella obvious “You know ______, I didn’t even know it was possible for someone to be as pretty as you.” 

Jinyoung: He would be the most traditionally flirtatious. A gentlemen, of course, but also coy and kind of teasing. He would jokingly pick on you a lot but also take care of you whenever you needed help. He would make comments about how he likes his other friends better than you and then laugh but then he would sneak in winks and lip bites (but deny them if you ever brought it up). He has a very push and pull style of flirting. “Maybe you’re seeing things ____?” (winks again). 

Youngjae: He would want to be subtle but honestly he wouldn’t be able to contain the way you make him smile and laugh more than anyone. He would compliment your hair and smile. He would bring you small gifts saying that he just had them laying around the house. He would always ask you to go for walks with Coco and him to the park and insist on buying the ice cream. “______ “ you would reply “yeah?” He would smile and say. “Nothing. I just like saying your name” 

Bambam: He would make a lot of comments that sounded like he was joking but really he wasn’t. He would say things like “Oh _____ you look hot today.” And make one of those whistle noises at you while laughing. As he casually holds your wrist to lead you. He would actually be super nervous on the inside but play it off casual and funny. He would probably compliment your fashion and also tease you about things a lot. Giving you excuses to push him or playfully punch his arm. Which is what he is hoping you’ll do. 

Yugyeom: SHy babyyy. He would always giggle around you ad stutter whenever trying to impress you or flirt with you. Literally, everyone would know about his crush (even you had a little suspicion). He would be extra nice to you always asking if you’re okay okay or checking if you’re tired or hot or cold. He would try to joke like Bambam but it wouldn’t come off as confident as him. His flirting is really more just giving his crush away as opposed to a secret. “You look so beautiful today. Not that you don’t always look beautiful. Like pretty or just nice I mean beautiful too but…you know what I mean ______” 

yellowgoingblue  asked:

“i work at a little market/store and u came up to the register with a candy bar but didn’t have enough money to pay for the entire thing. but don’t worry, i got you, fam” au: I saw this and my mind screamed, "ANDREIL".

ok i combined both of these and neither is fully what you asked for but i hope you like it anyway!!!


It’s hot the way only New Jersey gets hot, America’s swampy asshole, thick damp air under an impermeable layer of smog, the sun mocking him from where it hangs between a few grey clouds that indicate but don’t promise an upcoming rain.

Neil’s jog is taking much, much longer than usual thanks to an unbearable amount of traffic. It doesn’t help that he’s had to reroute himself to get some British candy bar from the one Wawa that—without explanation—carries British candy bars.

He gets there eventually, eight miles away from his apartment and so fully dehydrated that he’s questioning how the fuck he’s going to make it back. Wawa is, as always, an oasis: refrigerators line the walls, and within them, blissfully, is cold water. He grabs a bottle and drinks half of it in the aisle before even going on the search for the Mars Bar.

The candy aisle has nothing, just mostly-depleted cardboard boxes of Snickers and Twix. The international section is mainly Latin American and Asian goods, and then, crammed between coconut water and Goya goods, a box of Mars Bars.

Like the boxes in the candy aisle, it’s empty.

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what the FUCK you guys.  I meant for this to be a cute drabble like thing but it just kept going?  like I wanted this to be a fun piece to write to take a break from Homecoming but then I got invested.  lol @ me.  it’s also been a long, loOOng time since I’ve written smut so I hope it’s okay.  this is 80% slow burn, 5% smut, 15% jasmine trying to be a good friend.

title: elevator of shame
fandom: hamilcast
pairings: daveed diggs x reader
rating: soft m
word count: 6418 

prompt: We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together

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taakitz superhero au where taako is the proprietor of a gourmet bakery that has thieves and villains descend upon it each night because the pastries are SO DELICIOUS and they NEED the SECRET RECIPES so they can HYPNOTIZE THE POPULACE or some other harebrained schemes. his baking is that good.

kravitz, local superhero, must swoop in every time and save taako! …but listen. he is not the superman of the city. he’s not even the aquaman. he is honestly sort of inept, but he has a great costume and an accent and he does his best! he has his heart in the right place.

taako is enamored both with his becaped rescuer and with the cute local reporter that buys a muffin for breakfast from his place every other weekday and has a real sweet smile. hey there, handsome, you want a mocha to go with your blueberry swirl? on the house ;))))

kravitz savors each morning interaction and while he wishes that taako’s bakery wasn’t burgled so often.. it is pretty nice to help him out…. and see him more…. one of these days he’ll ask him out! but will taako accept both sides of him???? kravitz wonders, staring moodily across the city skyline… emo sigh.

(taako knows they’re one and the same, but he lives for melodramatics, so he is all about this whole situation tbh. and kravitz’s mask falls off pretty often, anyway.)

(and listen. those shoulders? he could recognize them anywhere. mmmm. delish.)

(read more for courtesy since this got a tad long)

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I don't speak Spansh either.

So, this happened several years ago. My boyfriend and I had been in a long-distance relationship for a long time, and we would see each other maybe twice a year. This was during one of my month-long visits to him over the summer.

We’d decided we wanted to go to one of the nearby malls, and had to take two separate buses to get there. Him living in SoCal, it was fucking scorching; it was probably around 100F. For a “delicate” NorCal girl like me, that feels like death.

We’d gotten off the first bus and were walking to another stop a couple of blocks down to catch the next one. We’re stopped at a corner of a particularly long street, waiting for the light to change so we can cross, and there’s  group of three girls behind us. We’re not paying them much mind at first, until I hear one of them go “No, I don’t want to ask them! I don’t even speak Spanish! How am I supposed to talk to them?”

This is where it’s important to note that my boyfriend and I are both of Salvadorian descent, and therefore pretty obviously brown. However, my Spanish is incredibly poor [that’s a whole different story], and I really hate it when people assume that I don’t speak English. It’s rude. But whatever. I guess it happens. It’s what happens next that ticks me off. An attempted whisper: “Look, just ask the girl. Fat girls are always nice.”

Okay. Fine. Not worth my fucking time. I’m not even gonna say anything because it’s hot and who wants to deal with this shit. But then from behind me I hear, awkwardly, “Perdón?” I turn, and it’s one of the girls–surprisingly, one that also looks latina. She sounded like the one who’d claimed not to speak Spanish.

“Yeah?”

She looked a bit surprised, and relieved that I spoke unaccented English. “We were wondering if you could tell us how to get to _____?” Some location. I was the wrong person to ask.

“Sorry, I’m not from around here. You’ll have to ask him.” I gestured to my boyfriend. Again, I’m from NorCal, so I had no idea where anything was down there.

The girl turned to him hesitantly, asked him, and my boyfriend, being friendly, gave them directions. Turns out it was straight down the long street we were on. The girls took off without even thanking us, and the light changed so we finally crossed the street and waited for us bus.

The bus shows up maybe ten or so minutes later, and we’re relieved to be out of that god-awful San Fernando Valley heat. The bus takes us down the long stretch of road, and I see the girls from before trudging down the sidewalk under the merciless SoCal sun.

“I told them that it was right down the street,” my boyfriend says. “I never told them the bus goes there.”

TL;DR: Girl assumes boyfriend and I don’t speak English, her friend makes a rude comment about my weight thinking I won’t understand, boyfriend gives them directions to were they want to go but makes them walk in the hot sun instead of telling them the bus goes straight to their destination.

EDIT: The problem isn’t that they assumed I don’t speak English. The problem is that they called me fat and assumed I wouldn’t understand them. Also they didn’t even say thanks for the directions. Just walked away as soon as my boyfriend finished. Rude.

EDIT: “SouCal”

anonymous asked:

hot mess/troublemaker nct would honestly kill me! but whatever group you do i'm sure it'll be amazing!! i always check up on your blog cos i love your writing so much it's my absolute favourite!! have a lovely day! 💌

soooo,,,,i got into a mood where i really wanted to do troublemaker!you and good boy!taeyong,,,,so here you all go,,,,,,,,,,,

  • taeyong,,,,is the most polite student on campus,,,who is always kind of quiet but is that student that holds the door open for 30423 other people and who (when pestered by johnny enough) will give up his notes in exchange for nothing at all,,,,,
  • likes to show up to class exactly 5 minutes early and keeps his pens color coded and organized,,,,,
  • but also has the face and body of a model so no one understands how he’s such a ???? soft boy ???? how is he not always staring at his reflection because what??? the higher powers really spent their time with him????
  • but yeah,,,,taeyong has never even shown an inkling of understanding to how hot the student body of this college finds him and he’s more inclined to get super duper red and shy if you as much as compliment him on his shirt
  • you on the other hand,,,,,,,,,,,let’s just say you’re nowhere as tidy and as diligent as taeyong neither are you as meek LOL
  • most of the time you’re kicking up your legs on the desk in class, texting on your phone,,,,,,even chewing gum loud enough that the teacher can even hear it
  • and you’re never one to let gossip about you go,,,,so you’ve been in a couple of arguments with a couple of people on campus and let’s just say,,,,,,,,you’re not trying hard to sell the ‘good college student image’ to anyone 
  • and taeyong’s freshly pressed shirts, clean sneakers, and pleated trousers are a stark contrast against your,,,,,,,,,,messier choices
  • and taeyong,,,,of course knows who you are,,,,,but out of everyone in all your class he’s never even bothered to entertain any of the rumors about you. he’s also,,,,never bothered you with (what you deem) to be useless, almost offensive questions
  • and you don’t know what it is about him,,,,,,,but you secretly agree,,,,,,,he is ,,,,,a handsome boy,,,,
  • and you friends will bring him up and call him the goody two-shoes,,,teachers pet,,,,,,,blah blah blah,,,,,but you,,,,,you always go along with it but inside,,,,you’re kinda like why the HELL do i want to hold that losers hand,,,,,,,,
  • but it bothers you,,,,because,,,,,,taeyong doesn’t really pay attention to anything but his books so one day you walk over to his table,,,,give one glance to boy sitting beside him and that boy scurries off 
  • and as you sit yourself down beside him taeyong doesn’t even look up and you’re like UGH,,,,,,,,,,so you’re like hey, you
  • and taeyong is looking around and then looks at you,,,,,lowering his eyes and stuttering out ‘m-me?’ and you’re like YEAH WHO ELSE,,,,,,,,wait ok sorry for that,,,,,,but yeah you can i see your book? i never bought the book for this class
  • and taeyong’s wide eyes get even,,,,,wider because he’s like,,,,,,we’re almost halfway through the sem- and you’re like yeah yeah boy i know let me see your book
  • and this is your first time,,,,,,,talking to taeyong and,,,,even though for the next three weeks you sit beside him he literally doesn’t try to initiate conversation and you’re convinced he hates you,,,,maybe he heard about that rumor about you,,,,or maybe he just finds you annoying
  • and it simultaneously pisses you off but also makes you embarrassed and it’s driving you nuts,,,,,,,,
  • but on the day where you got into a big mix up with this one person in the campus cafeteria and had basically come out of it unscathed,,,,just a slight cut across your hand and some minor scartches,,,,,as you’re coming into class
  • plopping down beside taeyong you’re shocked when you hear his voice again after so long and it asks,,,,,,,if you’re ok
  • and you look at him and taeyong like immediately apologizes because he thinks you’re pissed lmao but you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,im fine,,,,,,,,,
  • and he’s like oh! good! sorry,,,,,,,
  • and that’s the last straw who the heck does he think he is being this freaking fine,,,,,and then????? actually so sweet?? and you get up and you’re like TAEYONG
  • and he almost drops out of his damn seat and he’s like y-y—yEs,,,,and you’re like “outside, i need to talk to you” and the class is like RIP BUDDY
  • but as taeyong follows you into a corner in the hallway he’s surprised when he sees that you’re not,,,,,,,going to end his life,,,,,but instead you’re completely red in the face
  • and he’s like oh no i don’t think you’re ok - and you’re like IM NOT and he’s like IM SORRY and you’re like NO ITS BECAUSE OF YOU OH MY GOD JUST HOLD MY HAND OK?
  •  and taeyong is like OK YES GIVE ME YOUR HAND and without realizing you do and you’re standing there,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and taeyong is literally Shaking,,,,,he’s holding your hand,,,,,,of all people
  • and you’re like also shaking inside not on the outside because he?????Agreed to hold your hand????? out of fear???????/ what???//
  • but taeyong suddenly squeezes your hand and faintly you hear him go,,,,,,,it’s smaller than mine,,,,,,,,and you’re like GFHODGEFS
  • and taeyong is like SHOULD I LET GO,,,,and you’re like suddenly he has such a loud voice holy shit is he as nervous as me
  • and you’re like NO I LIKE IT OK DONT YOU DARE LET GO
  • and taeyong is like OK I WONT IM SORRy
  • and you guys stand there,,,,,,,,for what seems like twenty damn minutes and finally you let go and taeyong is like,,,,,,,,,,,i-is there anything else you want from me??? and you’re like i kinda wanna kiss you too but,,,,i think we need to build up to that stage,,,,,
  • and taeyong swallows and you’re like,,,,,BUT if you don’t want to just tell me i won’t be mad - i promise i wont do anything
  • but taeyong is fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt but he’s like n o,, n,,,,,o i ,,,,,,,,,,,want,,,,,,,to,,,,,,,you’re,,,,can i say this?
  • and you’re like??????// sure
  • and he’s like “you’re,,,,,,,,,cute,,,,,i think so,,,,,,,im sorry was that out of line,,,,,,,” and you’re like blushing because no one has ever called you cute ???? before??????/ no on has ever had the guts but here taeyong is,,,,,, not the meek boy you thought he was 
  • but you grin and you’re like No,,,,,,i like it call me cute more often and you pat his back and suddenly you’re not as embarrassed because hehe taeyong,,,,,,the good boy likes you,,,,,,,,
  • but taeyong is like ?!?$#@LT:59ujgfds ?@??#$? in his heart because is it true - is this a dream - do you really like him - did he just hold your hand - he’s going into sensory overload - oh my god you guys skipped the first half hour of claSS,,,,,,,,but oh my god his significant other is the most feared person in school oh my god,,,,,,,,,,but also you’re the cutest person in school ,,,,to him,,,,,,,should he say that outloud again???????
FMK with Kim and trini
  • Kim: Scarlett Johansson.
  • Trini: fuck. Wouldn't marry her.
  • Kim: really?
  • Trini: yeah. Especially after she butchered ghost in the shell. But she's still hot.
  • Kim: hmmm.
  • Trini: Camila cabello.
  • Kim: marry. Definitely marry.
  • Trini: seriously? She seems kind of high maintenance.
  • Kim: yeah but she also seems like she's good with kids. Also she has a really nice ass. Also she's Cuban and they have fiery passions. So you know the sex is gonna be awesome.
  • -trini and Kim both laugh-
  • Kim: Lauren jauregui.
  • - trini and Kim both smile at each other.
  • Together: fuck. - as they both giggle -
  • Trini: but even better. Lauren jauregui and Camila cabello.
  • Kim: oooh I got one. Becky G.
  • Trini: eh...she's ok I guess.
  • Kim: but would you fuck marry or kill her?
  • Trini: I dunno. I never thought about it...here's one for you. Naomi Scott.
  • Kim: that British chick in the new voltron movie? I guess fuck. I dunno if I'd marry her. I wouldn't want to move to England and away from my family. Oh I got one. Austin Mahone.
  • -both Kim and trini look disgusted-
  • Both: ewwwww!
  • Trini: gross! Definitely gross!
  • - the both burst into laughter-
  • Trini: ok well...I got a serious one. Trini.
  • Kim: - pretends to be in deep thought- hmm...two out of three.
  • Trini: oh really now. Which ones would those be?
  • Kim: well...we've already done it. Multiple times.
  • I'd definitely marry you one day.
  • Trini: - smiles dreamily- really?
  • Kim: of course. You're my woman.
  • Trini: awww - she passionately kisses Kimberly- wait you said both. So you wouldn't kill me?
  • Kim: only if you don't delete my super girl episodes from the dvr.
  • -they both end up giggling and kissing each other-
  • Kim: how about me?
  • Trini: hmmm....-smiles jokingly- kill. You're always eating my last pop tart. 😜
Just friends

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: something fluffy? Like, taking years to ask you out even though you both clearly liked each other for a while?

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

It was your usual weekly get together with the boys and the 8 of you sat around outside talking. You couldn’t remember who’s idea it was to camp outside for the night but you weren’t complaining. Despite the house being two feet away, the weather was really nice. It was a little cold but the sky seemed to be lit up with the few stars you were able to see.  

“I swear it was like I wasn’t even in the room anymore.” You sighed. 

Jimin burst out laughing. “Maybe it’s because you’re so quiet. I swear that stuff only happens to you.”

Jin laughed as well. “You’re shy too!”

“Yeah but I’m also hot. There’s no way they wouldn’t notice me.” Jimin said, smirking, causing all the other boys to groan.

“Anyway, are you guys hungry yet? The bonfire is ready.”  Hoseok added. 

You nodded. “Yeah I’m kinda hungry.”

Hoseok and Jin went in the house to get stuff for dinner and you moved over to Yoongi who was just sitting on his phone, cuddled up in a blanket. 

“Are you not having fun?”

He looked up from his phone. “Oh, no. I’m just tired and I feel like we should be preparing for our comeback since it’s so soon. It’s weird sitting out here.”

You watched his face, noticing he seemed more nervous than tired but you couldn’t place why he would lie about that. A bit of cold air blew down your back and you shivered, covering your arms with your hands. 

“But we always do this sort of thing.”

Yoongi seemed to be distracted by the fact you looked cold instead of answering you back. He moved his chair closer to sharing his blanket with you.

“Why did you come out here wearing shorts? I feel like you’re doing this on purpose.” He joked, placing your half over your legs. You blushed.

“Yeah sorry…”

As the night starts to go by a few of the boys decided to go to bed leaving you, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung still awake. Jungkook looks over at Yoongi.

“Can you go in the house and get my phone? I think I left it in there.”

Yoongi stands up from his chair, leaving you with a puzzled expression. He would have never agreed to that before.

“Y/N, can you come with me?”

“Yeah sure.” You say as you get up as well, following behind him into the house. 

“What’s the matter, are you scared now that it’s dark?”

Yoongi looked back at you, stopping in his tracks. His face was plastered with a serious expression and he exhaled. 

“…it was just a joke? What’s going on with you-”

He took a few steps closer to you, making you stop talking. His head tilts away from you as if he wasn’t trying to make eye contact with you.

“I don’t usually do shit like this but-..You’re an exception. It seems like you’re an exception for a lot of things. I don’t want to keep pushing this back anymore because i’m sick of it. I’m sick of playing around with the fact that i’m in love with you, that I keep writing music about you, that i’m tired of not being about to hold your hand or kiss you when I want. Jungkook only asked me to get his phone so I could be in here alone with you. I wanted to ask if….you’d finally go out with me?”

You stood there speechless, watching his ears turn red.

“Please say something already.” He muttered.

Your hands came up from your sides and made their way to the sides of his face. The split second the two of you made eye contact he leaned in to kiss you. Although you did initiate it suddenly you were aware of how loudly your heart was beating in your chest. When his lips finally pressed against yours you could feel your cheeks get warm. It wasn’t a secret to either of you that you liked each other but it was a whole other thing hearing it out loud and to be able to kiss him. His hands grabbed against your waist, only pulling you in tighter. 

“Yoongi-”

“What are you worried about? Nobody’s even in the house..” He groaned, now kissing on your neck. 

“It’s not that. Jungkook is standing in the doorway with a flashlight under his face.” You laughed. 

Jungkook smiled at Yoongi, giving him a thumbs up. He knew he was dead in the morning but at least his joke made you laugh. 

In my parents' house

“Harry, no!” You keep pushing him away.

You need to rest because today you two had a dinner with your parents and you’re exhausted but he’s in a mood for a little fun. All day he was acting playfully - grabbing your ass in the kitchen while your parents weren’t in the room, talking dirty in your ear, putting his hand under your panties under the table…

No matter how much you told him to stop and that you need to sleep, he just kept annoying you.

“Come on, love, i need yeh.”

“Shut up, Harry, i need to rest.”

“C'mere.” He pulls you even closer to his chest and start kissing all over your face.

“It’s so hot in here, get off of me.”

“Yeah, i know i’m hot. And i also know that you need me too. You’re just acting stubbornly right now.”

“Maybe because we’re in my parents’ house and i don’t want them to catch us. And why are you completely naked?” You start to get really annoyed because you barely keep your eyes open and it’s too hot to breath in this room.

“We’ll be quite, i promise.” He makes a puppy face. “And i always sleep like this.”

“But we’re in my parents’ house, Harry, you can’t sleep naked. What if they come to visit us in the morning and find you with no clothes?”

“Babe, i need yeh.” He starts again with his tirade.

“I’ll go to sleep on the couch in the living room, i’m telling you.”

“Okay then, i’ll stop.” He says conciliatory and lets you of his death grip on you, turning to the other side of the bed.

You finally can rest so you turn to the opposite side and close your eyes. You’re just about to fall asleep when you feel a warm hand massaging your boobs and his lips kissing your shoulder.

“I’ll scream.” You worn him.

“What a threat.”

You can almost imagine him rolling his eyes. You turn to face him and now he’s on top of you, undressing you. He buries his face in your boobs while he’s grinding against you. You can feel how hard he is.

“You’re sexually harassing me righ now you know, right?” you laugh but you can feel you’re about to lose the game. Your nipples are hard now and the pain between your legs is bigger than the need to sleep.

“Yeah, right. I can see how scared you are.”

He sucks at the skin of your boobs, slightly biting it. His tongue starts licking the spot, discouraging you. Your fingers find their place in his hair and you wrap your legs around his torso.

“Fine.” you say, letting a few moans to escape from your mouth. “But you’re going to take care of us both. I’m too lazy to do anything and i don’t care how that speaks about me.”

“Perfect.” He gives you a cocky smile and kisses you.

Before you can say something witty to him, he rips your underwear apart and licks you.

“God!” You cry, not able to control yourself.

“Shht, babe, we don’t want you to wake up your parents. I want to scream too because your juices are so tasty but shht…”

“I hate you so much.” You whisper as he sucks at your clit.

“I love you too.” He smiles and reach out his hand to squeeze your boob.

Your hands are tugging on his hair, making him moan. The combination of his warm hands and his cold rings is breathtaking and the hotness in the room and Harry’s magic are too much for you.

“H-Harry” your voice is weak. “Stop for a moment, the sensation is too much.”

“Do you want a kiss?” He asks in a satisfaction.

“But your mouth was just on my-”

Before you can stop him, he interrupts you, grabbing both of your hands in his and kissing you. He asks for a permission and you find yourself too weak to disobey him.

“How does it taste?” He asks before kissing you once again, this time for a little longer.

“Sweet.” You murmur, still mad at him.

“And what ‘bout yeh tastin’ somethin’ different?”

“But you promised that you’ll take care.”

“I know, babe, but-”

“Lay down.”

You can’t resist. He’s too tempting with that smurk on his face and with his brushy hair. The moment his back hit the bed, you sit on top of him, grinding against his crotch and making a path of kisses from his neck to his V-line.

“Fuck.”

“Shht.” You mock him and lick his length.

When you two first started doing stuff deep-throating seemed like a painful and unnecessary thing to you but now you both love it. Just listening to his moans and feeling how weak he’s under you makes you want to take more and more in your mouth.

“I’m gonna-”

You keep massaging his balls, going down on his dick one more time before he cums in your mouth. You swallow not because he tells you that you’re a good girl like in the porn movies but because you love the way his eyes get wider and his lips get separated.

“I’ll probably regret my lack of sleep in the morning but i need to cum.”

“C'mon, let’s finish what we got into.”

“What you got us into.” You correct him, still smiling.

“Shut up and ride me.”

His hands catch yours and pull you up. You clench his thighs and he slides in you. You can see what a mess he is from his last orgasm but you can also see how he’s trying to pull himself together so he can make you feel as good as you made him, if not even better.

“Kiss me, kiss me!” You beg him, afraid of losing control of your voice.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful like this.” He almost screams.

His hands move from the sheets to your thighs, guiding you, as he starts sucking and biting every little spot of the skin on your boobs to every little spot of the skin on your jaw.

“No, kiss m-”

Before he even can reach your lips the door cracks open and your parents enter the room. The panic overtakes you both and you two become a mess of sheets, moans and attempts to hide your bodies. You can’t even think for an orgasm when your parents are looking at both of you with wide eyes with that disappointed look in them.

But when they leave you and Harry falls asleep you start thinking a plan how to get it back on him in the morning.

I Wouldn’t Choose You - Kit/Ty Fanfiction

Hello! This is my very first fan fiction, so if its terrible please ignore it and carry on with your day :) This was written for the ‘Lord of Shadows Challenge’ hosted by @incorrectdarkartifices and @carstairsdaily. It is based on the characters Kit and Ty from the Dark Artifices series written by @cassandraclare. Theme -April Week 9: Vampires. Thank you both for the opportunity to write it! Here it is!

The Clave had become crueler, stricter over the years, regarding the Downworld. The Accords were still silently intact, but it had been long since Downworlders and Shadowhunters had taken up arms with one another.

An outbreak of rogue vampires had swept the Shadow World. Some of Valentines experiments, from many years ago, had survived and escaped their prison, the location of which was still a mystery. They were now infecting humans and already turned vampires, turning them into a species much like that of the Forsaken, except with fangs and annoyingly inconvenient immortality.

The Claves instructions? Kill immediately. An order, funnily enough, that didn’t differentiate infected vampires from non infected ones.

The streets were dark and vacant. It was after all, three in the morning. Nothing could be seen, save for the glowing white light that floated along in the murky blackness, illuminating the figure who held it, as well as his companion. They were clad in dark gear, and the colours of their hair starkly contrasted each other; one with a head of gold blonde and one with ink black. Anyone of the New York Shadow World may have recognised them as the great and formidable Jace Herondale and Alec Lightwood, famous Shadowhunter warriors, brothers and parabatai, who were known and feared among all beings, heavenly and hellish.

Be that as it may, this was not New York; it was in fact Los Angeles, and the boys with hair that could be mistaken for that of Jace and Alec’s, went by the names of Kit Herondale and Tiberius Blackthorn.

Ty held his witchlight ahead of him, illuminating the dark asphalt in his path. Kit walked close beside him, hand on the hilt of his seraph blade, ready to unsheathe it at any moment. He glanced around him uneasily; this was only his second or third time out in the field, after 3 or so years of training, and he hadn’t yet mastered the art of total and utter fearlessness that accompanied the job that was hunting demons. Ty had offered to mark him with a fearless rune, however, Kit was very strongly opposed to that idea, especially since Ty didn’t need one himself.

Ty noticed Kit’s wariness, and hid his grin.

“You know, it would be a lot more strategic if we were to use the night vision rune, so that we could see in the dark. This witchlight is either scaring everything off, or we have 100 vampiric eyes on us right now. We are kind of a walking target.”

Kit scoffed. “Runes are much too Shadowhuntery, and I still totally object to all of this. I mean, sure there’s that one useful healing rune -”

“The iratze,” Ty drawled, enjoying winding Kit up. Kit knew exactly what it was called, and Ty knew it. He had marked them into Kit’s skin with his own stele many times.

Kit narrowed his eyes. “Whatever, THAT one is useful. The rest are just, like cheating. Magical cheating.”

“Ah,” Ty nodded mock understandingly. “So a night vision rune is too unnatural, but an angelic stone, powered by heavenly magic that only glows at a Shadowhunter’s will, isn’t?”

Kit shoved Ty, and Ty laughed. Kit liked the sound of his laugh, something he didn’t really hear often; smooth, velvety and light, kind of like music.

“So,” Ty started wryly once he’d stopped laughing. “How was your Herondale bonding session with Jace yesterday?”

If Kit wasn’t completely oblivious to almost everything around him, he might have noticed the hint of jealousy in Ty’s voice, at the fact that Kit liked hanging out with someone other than him.

“They aren’t bonding sessions, they’re training sessions!” exclaimed Kit. 

It was true, Jace having taken great interest in Kit the moment he learnt of his true last name, had requested private training sessions with him. Kit, who at first, had thought upon the idea with great disgust, was swayed only when Ty had convinced him. Kit also had to admit that he was curious about Jace, and given that his entire family history had been a lie, had really no choice. Besides, although he’d never say so, Kit had come to like Jace a lot.  

“Sure,” Ty grinned. “What did you guys do?”

Kit huffed, and ran a hand through his golden hair. “We practiced a whole bunch of sword techniques and then he showed me some new jumping skills and mid-air manoeuvres. Then we went out to get hot chocolate and talked about stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah,” Kit replied, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Family stuff, Shadowhunter stuff. I think he’s trying to pass some kind of esteemed Herondale legacy onto me, incase he never has any children. Which honestly sucks, considering he’s THE Jace Herondale and no one could really live up to that, especially someone like me.”

Kit kicked at a pebble on the ground and watched it bounce away from him.

“Of course you could,” Ty said firmly, taking Kit by surprise. “Also, I’m sure he’s not trying to do that on purpose. He probably just really likes hanging out and talking to you, you’re about the closest he will ever get to having a younger brother by blood.”

Kit remained quiet. He had never really thought about it like that. Ty had a funny way of doing that to him, making him see above and beyond, with new perspectives.

“I guess you could be right,” Kit said thoughtfully. He grinned. “I mean, who wouldn’t want to hang out with me? I’m perfect.”

“Oh please,” Ty scoffed, although, when he glanced at Kit’s clear blue eyes, golden hair and facial features of the graceful, Herondale-esque nature, he couldn’t help but agree. “I think you’ve been hanging out with Jace a little too much. Or is that arrogance an unfortunate trait all Herondales inherit? Along with that god awful blonde hair?” 

“You love my hair,” Kit said defiantly. 

“No,” Ty retorted. ‘Yes,’ he thought. 

Kit smiled, a blinding, beautiful smile. Ty had spent quite a while internally training himself to not be entirely distracted by it, which had indeed been a difficult feat.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Blackthorn. Anyway, we talked about Parabatai. He explained that whole strange situation to me, anything I hadn’t already read from the Codex. He talked about himself and Alec, and aside from the weird intimacy of it all, I think it’s actually kind of cool.”

Ty looked at him in shock, hand over his heart. “You finally found an element of Shadowhunting cool and I wasn’t there to witness it? Unbelievable.”

Kit rolled his eyes. “The whole ‘fighting together makes you stronger’ thing is pretty neat.” He regarded Ty curiously. “Have you ever considered having a parabatai?”

Ty shrugged. “If I did, it would have always been Livvy. She has asked me a few times, but I said no. If you have a parabatai then you’re forbidden to study at the Scho -”

“The Scholomance, yeah I know,” Kit interrupted bitterly. Any time Ty had talked animatedly of his desire to join the Scholomance, to leave the Institute, Kit could only think of Ty leaving him, and could not even pretend to be happy for him.

“Anyway,” Ty continued warily. “Would you ever have a Parabatai?”

“Well, yeah I think so. Like I said, it sounds cool. Although, I don’t know who it would be,” Kit mused. “It’s not like I’m that fond of very many Shadowhunters.”

Kit glanced at Ty, the boy who had been his one and only friend, who had healed him and taught him all he knew and convinced him to embrace the part of himself he had been so adamant on pushing away. “To be completely honest, I’d probably choose you.”

“I wouldn’t choose you,” Ty said frankly, still looking straight ahead.

Kit sighed. He was never angry at Ty’s bluntness, even when they first met, he knew it was a part of him that made him different. It only sometimes made him a little bit frustrating.

“I know Ty, you told me just then your Parabatai would be Livvy. I was just -”

“That’s not why I wouldn’t choose you.”

Kit frowned. “Well then why-?” He noticed Ty had stopped walking, and turned to see him standing there, staring at him with an incredibly unreadable expression.

Suddenly, Kit remembered one specific passage from the Shadowhunter’s Codex. One he had read over many times, although he didn’t know why.

A passage that condemned the explicitly forbidden act of falling in love with your Parabatai.

Ty stepped towards him slowly. He was half a head taller than Kit, something he liked to tease him about to no end.

Kit noticed that Ty’s pale skin was slightly flushed, even though they had only been walking. He was suddenly aware of the closeness between them, and could count the light freckles that dusted Ty’s nose. He could see the way that the moonlight illuminated his angular cheekbones, sharpened his straight and defined jawline and glinted off of his black hair.

Kit was overcome with the urge to run his hands through that hair, and clenched his fists so hard that he could feel his nails pierce into his skin.

And god, his eyes. Their usual beautiful grey was now a glowing silver, framed by long, dark lashes. Kit remembered the first time he had seen those eyes, as silver as the knife that Ty had held to his throat when they first met.

He remembered 14 year old Tiberius Blackthorn, who had lonesomely ventured into the dangerous world, so desperate to protect the people he loved that he would risk his own life without hesitation.

“How beautiful,” he had thought.

Ty gripped the side of Kit’s waist with one hand and brought the other to his face. He brushed a purely golden lock of his hair out of his eyes.

Those cerulean, sea blue eyes that had barged in on Ty’s life, knocked down the walls he had built around himself and taken up permanent residency within him, no matter how hard he had tried to shake them.

Time seemed to slow down, as he cupped one side of Kits face, fingers lightly gripping the soft curls behind his ear and thumb running across his cheekbone, downward and over his lips, which were partially open, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He felt the sharp curve of Kits jawline under his hand, and the muscles that moved as Kit swallowed.

They were so close that that Kit could feel Ty’s light breath on his mouth; the sweet smell of mint and a hint of chocolate. Kit vaguely recalled Ty chewing on a plain milk chocolate bar before they left for their mission. He had bought it for him from a convenience store, because he knew they were Ty’s favourite. Kit wondered if the taste of chocolate was still left on his lips, and found himself wanting dearly to find out.

Kit’s glanced upward from Ty’s lips, only to discover that Ty was looking at his own. Only micrometers apart, all either of them would have to do was move forward -

Kit’s eyes widened. He grabbed Ty and shoved him behind himself, holding him there. In one smooth, singular motion, he unsheathed his blade, cried out its angelic name and plunged it into the heart of the vampire that had sped towards them, towards where Ty had been seconds before.

He briefly glimpsed its deranged eyes, dark veined face and fangs coated in black blood before it exploded into nothing.

The world was silent again, save for his and Ty’s heavy breathing. He was faintly aware that he was still standing protectively in front of Ty, gripping his arm and holding it behind his back.

“Jace teach you that, did he?” Ty said, still trying to catch his breath.

Wordlessly, Kit nodded. He turned to face Ty, not letting go of him, searching him for any injury he may have sustained, when suddenly they heard a cry. They turned just as Livvy bounded into them, knocking them both over.

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry, I should have been here! Are either of you hurt? How did you kill it? Oh my goodness, please tell me you’re alright! I tried calling you to tell you that there was an Infected in your area but neither of you would pick up! Oh, I was so worried-”

“Chill Livvy, we’re fine,” Kit said muffled, his mouth full of her hair. They all sat up and Ty fended Livvy’s fussing off as best he could.

“Livvy quit it. Kit killed the vampire, we are safe, I promise. See?” Ty held up his hands, “Not even a scratch.”

Livvy  wrapped her arms around him tightly. Ty responded, wrapping his own protectively around her small frame, stroking her hair, whispering reassurance and words of comfort into her ear, as they had been doing since they were tiny children.

He looked at Kit, who couldn’t look at him. “Kit,” Ty started, but Kit was already on his feet.

“You were right about the night vision rune. I’ll use it from now on,” Kit said, trying to keep his voice steady.

The shakiness of it had nothing to do with the vampire that had just attacked them.

“You’re hurt,” Ty stated with slight anguish. He let go of Livvy and lightly held Kits forearm up so that he could investigate it. There was a deep gash that was now welling with blood; the vampire had managed to claw at him before it disappeared.

He hadn’t even noticed, he was too preoccupied with making sure Ty was okay.

“Kit,” Ty said gently, “Let me -”

“No it’s fine, I’ll do it,” Kit said abruptly.

He pulled out his stele and drew an iratze on his arm. Within seconds, the pain that had momentarily been there had vanished, and the cut begin to heal itself. With a start, Kit noticed that the skin on his palms that he had broken with his fingernails had begun to heal as well.

Ty noticed this too.

He tried to speak, but Kit cut him off once again.

“We should get going. I’ll see you both back at the Institute.” With that, he walked away briskly.

“Kit!” Ty called, but he didn’t turn around. He was too busy forcing himself not to miss the feeling of Ty’s hands on his skin, of his fingers in his hair, of his soft looking lips so goddamn close.

He tried not to think about the fact that Ty had said his name three times within the last minute, forced himself to stop feeling that certain way all three of those times, no, every time, every single time Tiberius Blackthorn said his name.

He tried not to think of the reason that they would never, ever want to be parabatai.

That was just it though. However hard he tried, however much he forced himself, he just couldn’t stop.

RFA + Saeran and V meet MC’s really nice ex

I decided to combine these two since they’re similar. And can I just say how I’m all yours when you start a request with “I always see things like this and that, but I want you to do different”?Iit makes me feel really special <3

So here it is, hope you like it! ^^


Zen

  • He thought he was the perfect man… until he met your ex.
  • What the hell? The guy is handsome, smart, rich and… did he mention he’s handsome?
  • Like, this man looks like he just stepped out of an Emporio Armani ad! Zen never advertised for Emporio Armani.
  • And the way he interacts with you, fuck! He’s a true gentleman, Zen bets he never has to be worried about a beast trying to come out everytime you smile.
  • He wanted to hate the guy, but… ahhh, it’s impossible! He’s nice as fuck!
  • “Babe, why did you two break up?” he needed to know, he asked as soon as the guy got in his hybrid car and went home.
  • “We just realized we were better as friends.” “Why? Why weren’t you better as a couple? He’s… great! He’s… perfect, MC!”
  •  “Yeah, and perfection is boring!” well, at least he knew he wasn’t boring, but that meant he wasn’t perfect either…
  • You notice he got insecure. “Look, Zen. Nobody is perfect. I’m not perfect, you’re not perfect, he’s not perfect. And he is somebody I chose to share a friendship, you’re somebody I chose to share my life with.”  Oh wow…
  • “And you have better abs too.” You winked and smiled at him, and the beast woke up immediately. This time he wasn’t worried.

Yoosung

  • Oh shit! This poor cinnamon roll…
  • He can feel the smell of testosterone emanating from the guy. It’ just Old Spice, Yoosung, chill
  • And he’s so manly, but he’s also cool and fun. And he’s also a gamer, how come he doesn’t have dark circles under his dreamy eyes?
  • He’s making you laugh all the time! Yoosung wished he could be this funny, he’s always so flustered around you…
  • He’s not jealous of you two, he’s legitimately envying the guy!
  • “Why did you break up, MC?” he felt awful and great at the same time.  Great for being able to say this out loud, awful for sounding so bitter.
  •  “He is great, but just as a friend.” “But MC, he’s amazing! Why did you let him for… me?”
  • You were legitimately shocked, sometimes you hated he couldn’t see himself the way you did. “I never compare the people I date, Yoosung. Everyone is unique.”
  • “Yeah, he is a unique good and I’m…” “You’re both unique. Period. And he’s a good friend, you are the greatest boyfriend ever!”  you hugged him and he knew you weren’t comforting him, you were telling exactly what you felt.
  • “Also, let’s say his gamer fingers aren’t as good as yours.” You kissed him, and it was halfway through the kiss he actually got it what you meant. For the first time, he wasn’t flustered (not that much)…


Jaehee

  • Your first girlfriend, the woman who introduced you to all of this.
  • Now she could see why you were so chill, this girl definitely was a great influence on you embracing your own sexuality.
  • Yes, she was so chill, so confident, so adorable, she was basically a older and more experienced version of you.
  • You two laugh together loudly over the silliest things, she never feels that comfortable like this, she barely giggles when you two are watching Zen’s musicals.
  • She wants to be besty with you two. Well, mainly with you, but the girl seems so cool…
  •  “She’s really nice, MC. What happened between you two?” something must have happened, right?
  • “Nothing. It didn’t feel like a romantic relationship anymore, she was like this big sister, you know?”  “Oh, but sometimes I feel like I’m your big sister, MC…”
  • “You do? I never noticed, I think you’re great at showing your… romantic affection.” “That’s because you’re blinded by love, I’m actually terrible at it.”
  • Oh god… you hated when she got all insecure… “If you were terrible, we wouldn’t be together. Do you think I would stand a relationship where I’m not appreciated?” you got a point, yes, she really appreciates you.
  • “Now, can I show you how much I appreciate you?” she laughed, but you weren’t joking, she got that pretty quickly…

Jumin

  • He wasn’t really seeing the appeal of this guy at first.
  • Yes, he’s interesting, he’s smart, his jokes make sense, he looks elegant and refined even in a casual outfit, he… okay, Jumin sees now.
  • He could do business with this guy, he felt reliable and professional, and also very comfortable and never tense about anything.
  • And the way he treats you, he knows the perfect balance between being a gentleman and being a buddy. Jumin still struggles on the buddy part…
  • Ugh, this guy has charisma, he hates how not even him can dodge from all this charisma…
  • “Your friend is quite something, MC. Why did you two decide to keep it as friends?” he didn’t want to sound bitter, but… he was.
  •  “Hmmm, no special reason. We didn’t work as a couple, I guess.” “Why wouldn’t you work together? You look like a soap opera couple…”
  • “Well, and this is real life, so…” “So you’ll realize that, realistically, I’m not a good match for you.”
  • Oh my god… insecure Jumin was the weirdest and saddest thing ever. “No, realistically I’ll just enjoy a good friendship while I get to spend the rest of my life with the man I chose and love.” You swear you saw a blush there…
  • “Now, realistically, it’s time for me to fulfill some fantasies of you, right?” oh, and now there was a blush, but it quickly faded away…


Saeyoung

  • That guy was a professional comedian!
  • He’s also really hot, clever and his glasses look cooler too!
  • Saeyoung is almost leaving you for him, lololol
  • Seriously, this guy feels… natural. Saeyoung feels like he has to try so hard with you, this guy is effortless.
  • “He’s really cool, MC. Why did you break up?” he asked as casually as he could.
  • “No special reason, we realized we worked better as buddies.” “Oh, sometimes I feel like I’m your buddy, does that work for you?”
  • “If I weren’t so desperately in love with you? Yeah, sure.”  He gagged on his Dr. Pepper,
  • He wasn’t waiting for such a honest and direct answer like this, though it was exactly what he needed to hear.
  • “Now, buddy, why don’t you give me a little of your Dr. Pepper?” he was reaching his can to you, but you stopped him “I meant from your lips.” He smirked, well, he didn’t really need to effort to oblige your wish this time, did he?


Saeran

  • Okay, even if the guy were a prick, he would feel intimidated
  • But that’s not the case, the guy is cool! The super confident type who doesn’t give a shit about what other people can think about him
  • It’s almost like he’s a male version of you. He’s not that cute, tho, but… you get my point.
  • He usually doesn’t feel comfortable around your crazy and loud friends, but this is one he feels he could hang out with if he… wasn’t your ex, as in the man who probably saw you naked.
  • “He’s cool, why did you leave him?” he asked all of a sudden, you looked at him, puzzled.
  • “I… didn’t leave him, we decided together that we were better apart.” “Why? Do you really think you’re better now that you’re apart from him and… together with… me?”
  • “I do. Why? Is that a problem?”  “I don’t know, you tell me.” “Tell you what? That I love you?” “Yeah, exactly that!”
  • What was happening? Was this a fight about… you loving him? And he… loving you back, apparently?
  • “And I love you back, okay?” yep, it was a fight about love.
  • “So prove it. Show me how much you love me!” you tried to stay at that mad tone, but you couldn’t, now you were both smirking mischievously to each other, you know where this is going…


V

  • V would  like this guy no matter what, ad you told him how much this you admired and respected this guy
  • And yes, he was everything you said he would be.
  • He was a trustworthy and respectful young man, so clever and sweet!
  • And the way he treated you, not even V could compete with how much he cherished you.
  • Of course he liked this guy, he was the one you loved before him. Any person that is worth of your love has V’s unconditional respect.
  • “He’s amazing, MC. I almost don’t understand why you two broke up.” He just noticed the resentment when he said this out loud.
  • “Well, we… didn’t really have a reason. We just worked better as friends, I guess.” “I see… you guess.” Shit, you didn’t mean it like this…
  • “I mean, I… am sure. He’s really great, but…” “You can’t really finish this sentence, can you, my love?”
  • “Yes, I can! I’m in love with you now! Can you blame me for having such a good taste in men?” he blushed, he couldn’t blame you for anything, never. So he just gave in to your charms…
who’s scruffy looking?

in which clarke has ~a thing~ for bellamy’s beard

happy late birthday to @prosciuttoe​; sorry this isn’t furry enough for you 🌚

wc: 4 951
rated m | read on ao3

As with most things, Raven is partially to blame.

(“I don’t understand why you’re also blaming me ,” mutters Miller mulishly, “ She’s the one who made the bet with him. I had nothing to do with their bullshit ideas.”

“You spurred them on,” says Clarke, and he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.)

It starts when Miller returns from vacationing with his dad up in the mountains sporting a full beard.

His beard isn’t really anything new to them- normally he just errs on the side of scruffy, but has been known to grow it out once in a while, especially back when they were in college- so there’s just the general ribbing and maybe one or two pointed comments dropped by Monty before they ignore it.

And then Bellamy gets drunk.

Bellamy doesn’t usually get drunk when they go out; in fact he’s usually the one still annoyingly sober while they do stupid shit like climbing up on the tables or trying to rewire the jukebox. But it is the start of summer break and all his AP students passed their exams so if there was an occasion for overdoing the celebratory drinking, this would be it.

Drunken Bellamy is even sort of cute, far more tactile and vocal about his affection. Which is why it’s no surprise that as the night wears on, they find him gently stroking Miller’s cheek murmuring all sorts of nonsense while Miller looks three seconds away from throttling him. Clarke sneaks a picture. She’s totally going to use this in a mood board when his birthday comes around.

“I’m so jealous of your beard,” he slurs, just a little, and Miller slaps his fingers away. “I’ve always wanted a beard.”

“I don’t know if you’ve realised this,” says Raven, dropping in from seemingly out of nowhere, “But you’ve got all the components you need to grow a beard, Blake.”

Miller snorts at the exact same moment Bellamy’s face falls. “Yeah, no. Theoretically he might have them but trust me on this. Blake is as bare faced as they come.”

Raven’s eyes practically light up at that and her head snaps back to look at him. “You can’t grow a beard?” she asks delightedly.

“Of course I can grow a beard,” he grumbles.

“Then how come we’ve never seen you with one?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable .”

“Uh huh, sure. That’s why.” She lifts an eyebrow. “I bet you can’t grow a full beard like Miller’s before the month’s up.”

“Easiest fucking bet you’ve ever made, Reyes,” says Miller, and Bellamy elbows him in the ribs.

“I can totally grow a beard in the next three weeks,” he protests. “I don’t need to prove that to you.”

“Methinks the man doth protests too much,” she says in a sing-song voice, and his scowl deepens.

“I’m not protesting. And that’s not the quote.”

“Come on,” she wheedles, “Fifty bucks says you can’t.”

He glowers at her for one last moment before finally caving. “Fine,” he sighs, sticking his hand out for her to shake. She does so rather enthusiastically and Clarke already knows that this is going to be a disaster. “I’ll take your stupid bet.”

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BTS Reaction to: Their Girlfriend Being Bisexual

Can you do a bts reaction to their girlfriend being bisexual ?


Jin: When you told him, he mulled over what this meant. He wondered if you would somehow be less loyal. But that idea made him giggle. Not only is he the King of Visuals, but he’s the type to judge on personality. You’ve shown him nothing but loyalty and love, so although this new information does take him back for a second, he ultimately doesn’t care.

“Okay, cool. Do you want to play Mario Kart? And maybe order take away?”

Originally posted by syubtae

Suga: Min Yoongi, a Bi Messiah, does not give a f*ck. Gender and sexuality don’t matter to him. Yes, he is glad to date someone who understands him, who doesn’t think “Why can’t you just pick a side?” or that being bi “is just a phase.” And that’s it; he doesn’t think any more or less of you because of it. He would love you just the same if you were straight or pansexual.

Love is love, at the end of the day.

Originally posted by lethargicmin

J-Hope: Ok, so just hear me out,,, but in my most humble opinion, I think that Hobi’s bi too or at least curious about experimenting. So this news only makes him excited. He thinks all sexualities are normal and that it’s okay to have sex with whoever you want, as long as it’s safe, consensual and you’re legally an adult. And he’ll ask you about your past experiences, not to fetishize you, but just out of curiousity. I really do think he’s experimented with boys before (I will die for Sope) so it’s an open, comfortable conversation that brings you closer together. He might even suggest a threesome, purely joking and not in any way trying to force you into anything. But if you show interest, he’ll be so elated.

“Wait, really? Hell yeah!”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Rap Monster: ngl this boy immediately started imagining you going down on some hot girl. But he also takes your words very seriously. He hates if ppl make bi jokes or are like “Ayy your girl’s bi, how do you know she won’t cheat?” and all that crap. He may not understand from a personal viewpoint but he knows that bi’s are a “grey” area in the LGBT community and get a lot of hate from ignorant ppl. So he’ll never reduce your sexuality to a joke or try to use it against you. You can be open and comfortable around Namjoon, who loves you for you. You being bi doesn’t change that.

But it does give him something great to fantasize about on tour …

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Jimin: Not for a second does his view of you change. He has friends that are bisexual *cough* Suga *cough* and even follows a lot of openly bi artists. So this information doesn’t bother him at all. He is, however, hyper aware, on days when he’s feeling self conscious, of all the attractive ppl around; wondering sometimes if you’ll leave him for them. But that’s not an issue with you, that’s his personal insecurities talking. As long as you prove your loyalty and remind him of his beauty, both inside and out, those moments pass quickly and ChimChim is nothing but loving to you ~

Originally posted by ohparkjimin

V: “What’s that?” Listens to you explain your sexuality, never interrupting or judging you. He just nods along. “That’s cool. So do you want to go get strawberries?” As long as you love him, that’s all that matters … Until a few days later when he suddenly realizes;

“Wait, have you had sex with girls?”

Originally posted by taetaebts

He doesn’t ask this to be creepy. He asks only because it makes him realize that out of everyone in the world you could be with, you chose him. And that makes him melt.

“Awww, my heart is fluttering ~”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jungkook: tbh Jungkook takes the news the worst. Not because you’re somehow “gross” but bc he’s young and not very experienced. Although he looks cocky on stage, under that persona is that shy, young boy from Busan who admires his hyungs. So he feels unworthy of your love, comparing himself to your exes, thinking that if they couldn’t keep you happy, how could he? He can’t stop imagining you with another girl, thinking that no one understands a woman’s body like another woman, right? How could he compete with that?

You need to explain to him how dating girls is the same as dating boys; there’s good, bad and ugly relationships. The only difference is the gender. As he learns to understand your sexuality more, he realizes that he worried for nothing.

“How foolish was I? Thinking you’d leave me, when I’m the greatest there is? Boys and girls don’t stand a chance against me.”

Originally posted by jeonify

So I’ve been sitting on this idea because I thought I might use it for DCBB, but it’s definitely going to be WAY TOO LONG and there’s no way.  I’m not sure I’ll ever write it because it’s dark, and y’all know I’m incapable of anything truly dark.  So now I’m gonna share :D

Basically a reboot of the entire series, starting at season 1, but instead of looking for the Colt to kill Yellow Eyes, John is looking for the First Blade.  Stuff happens, they find it, turns out it doesn’t work, oops John dies.  Azazel is still on the loose, and wants to recruit Sammy as his Boy King of Hell to lead all the demons against humanity.

And Dean is like fuck that noise, you know, like he does, and he decides to find a way to make the First Blade work.  Along comes Crowley, because he’s a salesman Azazel’s plans are going to fuck up his job.  He introduces Dean to Cain.

Dean has to prove himself to Cain, queue hot fight scene with Dean and demons a la season 9, but Dean’s just that cool and didn’t have to go through Purgatory because I’m skipping the whole Leviathan thing.  Anyway Cain’s like good job, kiddo, you can have the mark, but in order to pass it to Dean they have to fuck.  Y’know like Sam was going to have to sleep with Lillith for their deal.

Hells yeah, hot and explicit scene of Cain fucking Dean, and popping his gay cherry because Dean’s thought about it, but never done it.  Oh and he has to come in order for the deal to seal.  

(ngl, I really want to write this scene just for funsies)

So Dean gets to experience the joy of gay sex, and also ends up with the Mark of Cain.  Off he goes to destroy Azazel and all his minions.  Only every time he kills with the First Blade it digs its tendrils into him deeper and deeper, and he’s starting to get scary (think post-demon!dean).  And he tries to assuage it with hunting, but he’s having a harder and harder time resisting the urge to just stab anyone that annoys him.

Even Sam, because his sad/worried puppydog eyes are starting to get on Dean’s nerves, and that’s a BAD sign.

And he decides he’s becoming to dangerous, so he tries to off himself.  But oops, he comes back as a demon.

And now Heaven’s like OH NO NEW MURDER DEMON, and even though they didn’t really care about Azazel and his army of black floofs, Demon!Dean with the MoC is apocalyptically dangerous.  So they start sending angels after him.

And Castiel is the first angel to meet Dean, and he’s supposed to stab him off to perdition, but somehow despite his demonic soul, Castiel is fascinated and hesitates too long.

And Dean doesn’t kill the angel because he’s like oh look, new playmate and starts a game of cat and mouse with Castiel.  He kills any other angels that he comes across, and he keeps threatening to kill Castiel (see ya later, Cas.  I’ll probably kill you the next time I see you) but he never does.  He’s not sure why, but Cas is just so much fun to fuck with.

Cas and Sam team up to try and catch Dean to cure him, and they eventually do.  And while they’re pumping him full of purified blood, Dean is talking to them.  Telling Sam about how he’s taking over Hell so that Sam won’t have to be the Boy King, and telling Castiel about how Dean only kills people who deserve it.

And Castiel asks him how he thinks he has the right to be judge/jury/executioner when only God should be allowed to judge.  And Dean’s like well God ain’t around, is He? and he’s right, and Castiel’s faith in Heaven starts to waver.  And that’s just the crack in the chassis that Dean was looking for.  Dean starts to really fuck with his head, and before the purification ritual is done, he talks Castiel into letting him go.  

Castiel talks him out of trying to kill Sam.  You did this to protect him, remember?  and Dean’s like ugh, fine, let’s go kill some vermin.  

And he drags Castiel all over the world, killing monsters and bad people, and demons that don’t toe his line.  Dean let’s Crowley be in charge of the crossroads stuff because he doesn’t give a fuck about it.  Then he and Castiel together start fighting the Big Bad demons together until there’s no one left to challenge Dean for the throne in Hell.

Dean takes the throne, with Castiel as his half-fallen angel consort.

And basically they live as immortal murder husbands, with Dean corrupting Castiel to the point where he allows Dean to kill those who deserve it.  But Castiel keeping Dean sane enough that he doesn’t try to murder the whole world.

The end.

I want it.

I don’t want to write it.

Well except the sex between Cain and Dean.  That’d be fun to write :D