and imagine what i'd be doing if you were with me

Skyline {V}

Originally posted by hardyness

Warnings: none

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3k

A/N: So I originally intended for this to be the last part of Skyline, but because things needed to be explained so much, the story is getting a bit longer than I anticipated.  For that reason, there will be a Skyline pt. 6!!  I almost wish there wasn’t, because I love the evenness and finality of five parts, but what can you do.  Special thanks to Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas, and for giving me feedback!!  Also, just a reminder, I do not have a tags list!!  I really hope you guys enjoy pt. 5!!!

{part I} {part II} {part III} {part IV}

You really had no idea how Spider-Man did it.  How could he walk around in his civilian life, bursting at the seams with the secret of his powers, and not tell anybody?  How could he stay up half the night roaming the streets of Queens and keeping them safe?  How did he balance his hero responsibilities with those of a typical teenager?  You were sure that, if the radioactive spider had bitten you, you would not have been able to handle it like Spider-Man did.

You felt the change immediately when you woke up the morning after your night with Spider-Man. After crossing all those lines that the two of you had so carefully left uncrossed for months, you had stayed up almost all night, just talking (and also kissing a little bit?  But really, could anyone blame you?  He was a super hero).  Once Spider-Man had left around four am, you had had less than two hours of sleep once your alarm rang at six.  And by the time you made it to school, you had felt like death warmed over. That day had been a groggy fog of trying to stay awake and coherent until school was over, and you were tucked away in your cozy bed.

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anonymous asked:

mhm as a depressed person i'd love to hear someone say that they dont understand me and make me feel like a fucking alien. he's SOOO sensitive for being ignorant right? how can you defend him even now, you really haven't changed from the past.

*warning, long*

you didn’t read the entire fanacct, that was the first half of the first sentence. it took op 2 pages to describe the entire encounter and 5 seconds for the translator to translate one sentence, maybe less for netizens who wanted something to fight about. obviously, more happened than what you and many people are aware of.

btw i don’t want to make this personal! but please don’t be condescending in my inbox when i’ve had severe depression for the past 7 years of my life. i’m a (small albeit active) donor to active mental health research and recognition charities and a very active participant in the fight to understand, fight against, and overcome mental illness so aside from this baekhyun situation, this message is inflammatory to me as a person :/ but i digress bc those two things aren’t related so dw about it too much. i’m here to talk about baekhyun’s “situation,” not my own feelings.

don’t you think op, who was clinically depressed, would have also been offended by his words, had that been all he said? damn if he stopped right there then i agree!! but she shared the fanaccount bc it touched her, comforted her, and made her feel a bit more cheerful in that moment.

HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED:

netizens who berate him for breathing took like 10 of his words out of context. it was a forum issue that people shut down. imagine if i said “i hate baekhyun, he’s so wonderful and perfect in every single way.” two opposing ideas spliced in two make for very very different situations. imagine if a netizen took the first half, translated it, and made everyone think that i literally hate baekhyun? i’m not sensationalizing this situation at all, this is…exactly what happened,.

the international translator who did this was being ignorant of her mistake, and the NETIZENS she used as “”proof””” were picking apart everything for the sake of being mean (as usual.) also, it’s not her fault alone, but i admit she had quite a big hand in blowing it up. did anyone who was supposedly offended read the entire thing? besides…i wouldn’t coin netizens as the ultimate supervisors of sensitive comments regarding mental health if you look at their track record. i’d look at OP instead.

btw this was a fansign with a very limited amount of time allotted for each person so he said as much as he could while having very little time to sort through his words. but he was sincere and heartfelt.

HE SAID:

“i don’t fully understand depression BUT i hope i can be a comfort to you. i HOPE you can find strength.” the misconstrued first half of the sentence is actually a really important clause. why?

if he omitted the first half of the sentence it would seem like he’s evading the real topic. he used it as a disclaimer. doesn’t the internet only listen to ppl who have personal experiences with things anyway?? lmao what changed?? he said, “i may not understand it but i want to listen and i want to understand this better. just because i don’t personally experience it does not mean i can’t try my best to be a source of comfort and happiness for you.” BTW we do this all the time in english to avoid sounding insensitive…think about it for a moment. yeah.

is it not a good thing for someone to not understand the feeling of or have depression? contrary to what the internet thinks, not everyone knows everything about everything. depression is an abstract concept that’s very difficult to describe if you’ve never had it. you and i should know that firsthand. what makes this GOOD is that he handled the convo elegantly. he tried his best to convey his more sincere thoughts and tried hard to be sensitive of her situation. in this world, we’re going to encounter things that we don’t understand and it’s important that we approach it intelligently and carefully, even if we stumble around our words. THAT’S what makes it a good thing. there are too many people who don’t understand and blow it off as a phase, or blow it off as depressed individuals being lazy or weak or whiney. he’s not one of them.

this is one sentence out of many. baekhyun didn’t judge her but responded the best he could to his understanding. its not about what you say, but how you say it. that’s the sign of a responsible person who DOESN’T pretend to know more than they do. that’s humility and sensitivity even if you’re unsure of something.

he was compassionate and attentive, but didn’t treat her like a nut case. he treated her like a person and a friend. he wanted her to have strength. according to op, WHO WAS ACTUALLY THERE to witness his body language and words, said, “we ended the fansign brightly and cheerfully.” op is clearly not offended and in fact, felt brighter!!! so the atmosphere was definitely a positive one. her words, not mine.

she shared it because it was a pleasant memory for her..who the hell are we to say anything otherwise? personal experience should only have to comfort whomever is involved. what’s non negotiable though, WHETHER OR NOT you’re comforted by what he said, is that he DIDN’T SAY “i dont understand why you have depression damn girl bye!” even though that’s what headlines are saying.

again!! regardless of this essay i just typed, what is 100% objective is that he DID NOT say ‘i dont understand why you have depression” and then end the conversation right there?? he used it as a DISCLAIMER. those are the real facts because we can both read. and you can read it in the original tweet lol. AND in the clarity posts op made. you do realize.. she feels really stressed and sad about the situation. that should tell you something right there!

here’s op’s clarification post. i’m not linking her handle (most people aren’t) bc she doesn’t want random people to tweet her or talk to her anymore. 

even op’s apologizing :/ and for what!

i don’t want to make it seem like i’m angry at you because i’m not. it’s not about you or me or even baekhyun, it’s about the fact that we need to look at the full picture before acting!

i hope that you look at this situation and future situations in a more responsible manner. rumors CAN get out of hand; what’s trending is not necessarily the truth. in fact, what’s trending is usually NOT the truth because people like drama and refuse to apologize for starting it. truth gets buried under drama, ALWAYS. baekhyun thinks he did something wrong because he’s under the impression that he shouldnt have said “i dont understand how depression works BUT…..” uh no, that’s usually what you want to say to dispel the idea that you think you know more than you actually do. that’s called being aware of your own situation. that’s a fact. that’s actually a fact. i’m not trying to be funny with the fax™, that’s an ACTUAL fact, like, if you were to ask the internet of depressed people or a therapist for advice, that’s what they would generally advise you say to someone with depression. so..this is an awkward situation now 🚶🏻

and the problem is, he didn’t actually offend anyone who read the entire story, that’s why it was a non issue to exo-l’s who saw the entire fanacct.

he approached the situation as responsibly as he could, provided he was given a couple minutes to speak eloquently about something he has not experienced. you can read every research paper in the world about depression but if you don’t have it.. you just don’t understand. but we don’t NEED OR WANT everyone to understand. we just need people to be compassionate and kind. we want them to be willing to listen. we want them to be positive for us so that we may have a role model to look up to.

all WE can do now…is to be responsible for how WE consume content and look at the full picture before acting.

Hang on To That Feeling

MASTERLIST

A/N: This is a planned post. I’m going to put a trigger warning on this just in case. This one is a bit different, so feedback would be lovely. 

Word count: 3,278

Originally posted by your-local-killjoy


”Hey Brian, I don’t have much time. What is it?” I asked, struggling holding the phone to my ear using only my left shoulder. 

My fingers moved across the keyboard on the computer without my eyes gazing down once as I continued to type. 

Multitasking had never been my thing and talking on the phone while typing in corrections for the next meeting at work, wasn’t really working out for me. 

“It’s Shawn” he stuttered and then the air in my lungs what punched out entirely. 

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  • Me: *sigh*
  • Cashier: What's wrong?
  • Me: It's the scent of this place. It's nostalgic. Reminds me of lavender scent of my grandmother's house. Even color of the walls remind me of the bygone era of my childhood; the dim sunsets of a fuzzy summer evenings, and faint memory of fading dreams.
  • Cashier: Ah, you want to start all over do you? I know the feeling. It's enough to drive me to the brink.
  • Me: Verily. At some point, I began to live my life in retrospect. The now doesn't matter anymore because everything has become so bland. What am I to do in this monotonous life when my happy times passed so long ago. It's as if-
  • Cashier: *turns into a 9 foot tall vibrating metal cube that deconstructs me at a molecular level and turns me into pure radium powder*
  • Guy, with that as fetish who actually wrote this post: *doesn't even jack it just looks at the screen all sweaty and breathing heavily*
  • Girlfriend: *walks into the room unannounced* Everything okay? You've been acting kind of strange recently.
  • Guy: *quickly closes all tabs* Oh, nothing. I'm just like. I'm... you know. I've been tired.
  • Girlfriend: *suspiciously* ...sure. Pizza's here by the way.
  • Guy: Okay, cool. I'll be right out. *wipes sweat from head*
  • Girlfriend: *texts best friend* He's definitely cheating. He just closed like twenty tabs on his computer!!!!!!!
  • Best Friend: Did you look through his browsing history?
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, it's all wikipedia pages about radioactive stuff. It's so fucking weird. He's either cheating or a terrorist.
  • Best Friend: That's creepy. I'd break up with him.
  • Girlfriend: I've been considering it, but it's complicated. I still feel so strongly about him. I don't want to ruin our relationship.
  • Best Friend: Sometimes you have to break things off with the people you care about the most. For a little bit anyway.
  • Girlfriend: Yeah, I get that. It's so hard though. I can't imagine life without him.
  • Best Friend: You have to do what you have to do. It's the only way to move forward. Getting stuck in a stagnant relationship can ruin you.
  • Girlfriend: I guess you're right...
  • Best Friend: *is wearing a full hazmat suit.*
  • Doctor: *walks up behind her* Jennifer, stop texting. We need you in the bottom.
  • Best Friend: Sorry, got it.
  • Best Friend: *descends in elevator, sees 9 foot tall humanoid ant corpse on the ground* Fucking gross! Do you know where it came from.
  • Doctor: No clue. It's why we called you here.
  • Best Friend: This isn't like any cryptid I've ever seen. It must be extraterrestrial in origin. Wait... is its body full of gummy worms? *hears the sound of the elevator going up behind her*
  • Best Friend: Doctor! Where are you going!? What the fuck!?
  • Doctor: Waves to her from the elevator.
  • Ant Humanoids: *appear from the shadows in the hundreds*
  • Best Friend: No, no, no, no! This can't be happening.
  • Ant Humanoids: *surround her*
  • Best Friend: Don't fucking come near me! I'm highly radioactive! You'll all die if you eat me.
  • Ant Humanoid in the back: *listening to comic book podcast*
  • Podcast Guy 1: So when it comes to Superman, I feel like there are actually two characters. Clark Kent, the man. Then there's Superman, the ideal. They're the same person but represent very different aspects of him.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Comic books are fucking stupid, my dude. *cellphone buzzes* Hold up, I gotta take this.
  • Podcast Guy 2: *gets an alert that his favorite fetish forum has updated, licks lips fuckingly*
  • Podcast Guy 2: *under breath* Oh yeah. A new radium dust sexual fanfic. Can't wait to tweak my noodle to this! Zoo wee mama!
  • Podcast Guy 1: What did you just say.
  • Podcast Guy 2: Nothing, man. We were talking about Superman. Let's continue with that.
  • Podcast Guy 1: Yeah, as I was saying. Superman would definitely be a power bottom and

anonymous asked:

i love your writing so much, its literally the best i've seen and im always happy when you update.. i was wondering if you could do a friends to lovers au with kang daniel? i saw that you added wanna one in your rules but i'd understand if you don't or can't write it ;;

sure!! i haven’t written for w1 in a while, so here you go!!

  • daniel was the perfect jock in highschool,,,,,,athletic, likeable, and good looking
  • which is why you weren’t even banking on becoming friends with him - not until senior year rolled around and you found yourself on the long bus ride for a college tour and guess who was sitting right beside you,,,,,kang daniel
  • and just as you were about to put your headphones in your ear, daniel saw the name of the song flash on your phone, and excitedly turned to you with a beaming smile
  • “i love that song too!” 
  • he put out his hand and for a second you just stared at it, till you handed him one earbud and he put it in
  • for the next hour,,,,you two just listened to music and gushed over your playlists
  • and then,,,,you were asleep, head comfortably against daniel’s shoulder as he held his varsity jacket over your laps to keep you warm
  • waking up, you were shocked to see a group of fellow students staring down at you two, daniel still peacefully asleep
  • out of embarrassment you nudged him awake and he greeted the others with a sleepy smile
  • you guys were back at school and you got up, thinking if you could sneak past him and this crowd you’d be home free, but someone’s hand grabbed your wrist before you could go
  • “hey, i didn’t get your name.”
  • daniel asked and you,,,,,faced with the looks of your classmates,,,,stuttered it out and then rushed out of the bus
  • you had thought of the moment as one of those,,,,breakfast club things,,,,popular boy is nice to you for a day and then poof - forgets you exist
  • but it’s kang daniel,,,,,,,the sweetest boy in the world,,,,and the next day in the halls he jogged up to you and asked if you could send over your playlist - he really liked them
  • so senior years, you became close 
  • between his last season playing football and college applications, there were only a handful of moments but they were all really special
  • from sitting on the school roof, eating snacks and blasting your favorite bands
  • to meeting daniel’s cats when you came over to help him out with his essay
  • to riding double on his bike up the hill to what was known as the prime spot for couples, yet all you guys did was laugh at pictures on his phone of classmates doing hilarious things at parties and then fall into deep conversations about your future
  • you somehow always thought it was a dream,,,those times with daniel
  • because you were on different planets when it came to personalities, lightyears of difference in your highschool experiences
  • but then you looked at him, and he was really there beside you, looking casually gorgeous in a weared down flannel and sweatpants
  • turning to smile at you, the pretty curve of his eyes reminding you of the reason why half your school wanted to date him
  • but then it came,,,,the day of graduation,,,,,you were off to college in one place and you actually didn’t know where daniel had decided to go
  • and when you glanced over to see him, the center of a crowd of whistleting and cheering students, you smiled and in your head said what you thought would be your last goodbye to him
  • ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but that wasn’t the last time seeing daniel
  • upon entering college, you had packed all your things into two huge suitcases and standing on campus you were trying to figure out what to do with them
  • when a hand touched your shoulder and you jumped
  • “need help?”
  • you turned and,,,,,almost fell over,,,,,,,
  • there was kang daniel, slightly taller but still the same from highschool
  • “y–you–go here?” you squeaked and he grinned “i do, i wanted to tell you but you disappeared on me on grad day.”
  • he pouted and you could literally hear your heart crack within your chest
  • you opened your mouth to apologize, but daniel shook his head, picking up one of your heavy luggage’s with feather-like ease
  • “you can make it up to me with a date.”
  • he grinned, beginning to walk in the direction of your dorm as you stood there - dumbfounded
  • “a—–a date?!??!?”
  • you called out after him and only heard him laugh
  • “ive been meaning to ask you since we were in highschool, but now is as good as ever?”
  • you stood there, but then chased behind him, your poor suitcase clunking behind you
  • “really? since highschool?” you asked, finally caught up to him and daniel only shrugged
  • “i thought you’d figure out i liked you, since hey i literally dropped all the hints in the world.”
  • you furrowed your eyebrows, “like what?!?”
  • daniel stopped and leaned a bit, his closeness made your heart race and somehow you felt like daniel knew what effect he had on you
  • “i let you meet my cats. only special people get that privilege.”
  • you blinked and daniel leaned just a bit closer, before pulling back with a chuckle. 
  • you wanted to say something, that meeting someone’s cats is not an indicator of flirting, but your heart was telling you to just be happy - you afterall,,,,,were going to go on a date with kang daniel

anonymous asked:

I'd love to hear Tracer/Widowmaker/Mercy/Zarya/Sombra's reactions to having someone who has a crush on them or their current s/o using really stupid pick up lines on them.

I love the idea of the their s/o using dumb pick up lines on them. It’s so creative!

Tracer -
Lena was lounging on the couch, relaxing and watching TV. You dramatically strolled past her to get her attention.
“Hey baby,” You say with a silly grin on your face, “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”
Lena cracked up laughing, which sent you into a fit of giggles.
“Love, that was so lame!” She laughed. “I loved it.”

Widowmaker -
“Hey Amélie,” You say.
“Hm?” She replies, glancing up from her book.
“Did you sit in a pile of sugar?” You ask.
She gives you a confused look.
“Because you have a sweet ass!” You say with a smile.
She lets out a chuckle. “You are a fool.” She says, still smiling. You lightly slap her butt as you walk past.
“You’re my fool, though.” She smiles.

Mercy -
“Angela!” You yell, stumbling into the medbay.
“What?” She asked, clearly alarmed.
“Do you have a band-aid!? Because I scraped my knee falling for you!”
She looks up at you and laughs. She walks up to you and playfully slaps your shoulder.
“You had me worried!” She giggles. You pull her into a big hug and give her a kiss.

Zarya -
“Zarya, are you okay?” You ask. You do your best to look concerned.
“Yes?” She asked, kinda confused.
“You look ill.” You say, “You must be suffering from a lack of vitamin ME!”
“That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard.” She says with a laugh, before pulling you into a hug.

Sombra -
The hacker was sitting at her computer, like always, typing away. You walk up behind her and wrap your arms around her.
“Sombra, are you a computer keyboard? Because you’re just my type!”
She tries to act serious and unimpressed, but you can see her smile. You lean in until your lips are against her ear, “Did you get those pants on sale? Because at my place they’re 100% off.” You whisper.
At that, she cracked up laughing.
“You’re lucky we’re already dating, mi querido, because those were awful.”

So I was trying to imagine what the rest of the Apprentice’s shop/house looked like and then uh

(^Rough sketch of what I imagine the exterior is like.)

 … yeah, I might’ve gone a bit overboard, so putting the rest under a cut because this is going to get a bit long.

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anonymous asked:

Exclusively in terms of combat, who do you think pairs better with Keith, Shiro or Lance? imo, Lance's style complements Keith's, but I'd like to hear your take in the matter!

Easily Keith and Shiro. Unlike Keith and Lance, they were able to work together well from the beginning without wrestling for control or constantly bashing heads with each other

Both were also far more connected with their lions in the setup they fought in–Keith is so in sync with Red she’s far more autonomous with him than she ever was with Lance, and Shiro is able to activate Black’s wings, use his bayard, teleport, and phase into the astral plane (all of which Keith cannot do in Black)

In contrast, Keith and Lance struggle for quite a bit to get the hang of Black and Red. Speed’s not enough for Keith, it’s too much for Lance. As mentioned before, Keith and Lance are unable to unlock abilities with their new Lions that Keith and Shiro had no problem doing in the original setup.

And if you want to talk just teamwork outside of Lion combat, there’s this really great scene in the comics that really highlights how much more connected Shiro and Keith are on the battlefield. There’s this part where everyone except for Pidge gets put under mind control and forced to attack her–but they attack using their own typical methods of combat. And while Hunk and Lance attack separately, Keith and Shiro team-up and go against Pidge together. Like, even completely brainwashed, these too are still gonna band together in a fight. That’s just how they are. 

We see other little nods to this throughout the series, like how Hunk’s imagined plan on the Balmera includes Keith and Shiro teaming up just because. And of course, whenever one is in trouble, the other is the first one running to their rescue. Their deep bond makes them practically inseparable, even on the battlefield. 

And to top it all off, only Keith and Shiro were able to bond so seamlessly as to unite their bayards in what is quite literally Voltron’s most powerful attack. Blazing Sword is a testament to their bond and how perfectly they fall into sync, and it’s a balance that Keith and Lance in the new setup were never able to achieve.

So it’s Keith and Shiro to me. No contest 

Next Anti Appearance?

There’s been a lot of question as to whether or not Anti will be showing up in October this year. Now personally, I’d like to think he’s not going to show himself and here are the reasons why:

Firstly, Jack’s going to be going on tour, so I don’t see how he’d have the time to create any Anti stuff. Secondly, I recently saw him respond to a post about whether or not we’d see Anti in October and he seemed really unsure, plus it seemed to him that it’d still be a bit too early to bring Anti back (which I have to agree with him). Also, I know October’s the spooky month and all, but if we always expect Anti to show up on Halloween, where’s the surprise in that? Anti’s all about being unpredictable. He showed up at PAX, no one expected that. He showed up in the middle of SUMMER - such an odd time for him to show up!

Personally, I’d like to think he’ll show up either in November or December. Could you imagine? We’ll go through October, all on edge expecting him to show up, but not once does he make an appear. So we let our guard down by the end of October. And then come November, Anti hints start showing up and suddenly it’s part 2 of the Antipocalypse, and it leads up to December. But what would really mess us up is if come the week of Christmas, suddenly everything stopped. No hints, no zalgo text, no images, no suspicious videos titles. It all just stops and goes quiet for DAYS.

Now I got a REALLY twisted idea the other morning. Bear with me here and just imagine this:

If Anti is going to go after Chase (which I honestly think he is), and if he did show up around Christmas, imagine this:

You get up Christmas morning and have a great lovely morning with the family, opening gifts and what have you. You know, having a happy fun-filled Christmas morning :) And after everything’s calmed down, you go online and find out Jack’s posted some sort of Christmas video.

It’s a video of Chase and he’s going to FINALLY get to see his kids (because it’s Christmas! Why the hell not?!) It’s all happy fun times….until things begin to go awry and Anti comes in to fuck things up. What would happen, I don’t know. I don’t know if he’d corrupt Chase, torture him, kill him. Either way, I got this sick idea that he’d kill our “favorite boy” and that would be like his Christmas present to us all. Could you fucking imagine?! Do you know how fucking twisted and sadistic that’d be - for him to kill our precious cinnamon roll (ON CHRISTMAS DAY, WHEN HE WAS GOING TO SEE HIS KIDS!!!) - and we can’t do fuck all, and he does it as some twisted gift idea for us all?! It’d be worse if Anti made Chase’s kids watch too! It’d be so messed up!

We would be scarred for days, weeks, MONTHS! We would NEVER forgive Jack for doing something like that - we’d probably temporarily hate him for a day or two. But the scary thing is just how easily I could imagine something like this happening. For crying out loud, Jack loves horror and he knows how much we love Chase, plus Anti’s know for being unpredictable. You put all of that together and the possibilities are endless (and frightening).

Could you guys imagine?

@yourestillnotmytype-58 @fear-is-nameless @golden-eyed-guardians @septic-obsessed @steffid101 @no-strings-puppet

BTS TRYING TO WATCH A MOVIE
  • Taehyung: I love this movie. Don't you guys love this movie?
  • Jin: I'd love it a lot more if I could hear what they were saying. Jimin can you wake Yoongi up, I can't take his snoring anymore.
  • Jimin moves his hand to Yoongi but his arm is grabbed mid-air.
  • Yoongi: So you have a death wish?
  • Jimin: Oh, you're awake? So you just snore for fun?
  • Yoongi: No, I snore in my free time.
  • Jin: SHHHHH!
  • Jungkook: I'm going to get some popcorn do you guys-
  • Jin: SHHH!!
  • Jungkook: (Whispers) Want anything?
  • Jimin: Get me a Pocky will you?
  • Jungkook nods and leaves.
  • Taehyung: I just really love this movie.
  • Namjoon: What's to love? It's so predictable. See that guy? He's going to die.
  • The guy dies.
  • Namjoon: See?
  • Taehyung looks like he's going to cry.
  • Hoseok: This why I don't watch movies with you guys.
  • Namjoon: No, this is why we should have watched La La Land.
  • Yoongi: I told you, I don't do romance.
  • Namjoon: You aren't even watching.
  • Yoongi: I'm listening.
  • Jimin comforts Taehyung.
  • Jungkook returns with a single Pocky stick and holds it out to Jimin.
  • Jimin: What is this?
  • Jungkook: You asked for 'a' pocky.
  • Jimin: I meant the whole box.
  • Jungkook shrugs and sits back down, and munches on the single Pocky stick.
  • Jimin: Do you even love me?
  • Hoseok: Don't answer that.
  • Jin: SHHH!
  • Yoongi grabs the pillow from underneath his head and chucks it at Jin but he misses.
  • Jin: Wow. Real classy Yoongi. First you pick this shit movie, then you sleep through it and then you throw a pillow at me for trying to get you guys to shut up so I can enjoy it?
  • Taehyung: Don't say this movie is S-H-I-T.
  • Jimin: Yeah don't say this movie is shit.
  • Jungkook: Oh shit he died?
  • Namjoon: Jungkook you can't say shit!
  • Jungkook: Oh shit, I can't?
  • Jin: Shhh!!
  • Yoongi: I swear to-
  • Jin: SHHH!!
  • And then there was no more Jin and no more Yoongi. There was only darkness and a stain on the couch from where Taehyung S-H-I-T his pants after seeing the rise of sleep deprived Yoongi murder Jin.
  • ~Armygirl
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Alec Volturi and Paul Lahote preference requested by anon! “Yoo hows my favorite blog?? I’m doin’ alright. Can i get a alec or paul imagine where they’re scared about reader leaving him. Due to alec being a vampire that likes human blood. Or if you do pauls about him being a hothead. Hopefully it makes sense” Hope you like it!

ALEC VOLTURI

In truth, you’d never been wholly comfortable with the meal-plan served in the Italian villa, given your awkward position as would-be appetizer. Despite your position in this so strange, vampiric court, despite your knowledge of the binding law protecting you from intentional harm, your stomach continued to twist and knot in fear. This discomfort, this terror stemmed not from your relations within the Volturi; no, even Aro had been kind, welcoming even, whispering about how overjoyed he was that his darling Alec had found such a promising mate. It was clear that he had a handful of particularly advantageous plans when the sunrise of your immortality broke the horizon, and thus took an affectionate liking to you. The subject of your mortality was a bit of a taboo, especially considering the diet of choice your new companions favoured, but your never felt discriminated for the beating of your heart.

It was never about your pulse, your necessary breath, the blood flowing through your veins, protected only by a thin layer of vulnerable flesh. Politically, you were fine. You were practically one of the guards, your transformation date set for sometime in the summer. It was never about you. It was about the thirty tourists you saw enter the throne room every week, it was their screaming that haunted your dreams, their horror that plunged the knife into your abdomen, churning your insides until you were reduced to nothing. It was your mate’s participation, his willing participation, that struck fear into your still-beating heart. If you had wandered into the villa, expecting a tour of Italian architecture, a history lesson on pillars or portraits, would he have slaughtered you as he slaughtered the others? Would he have spared you a second thought?

You were doubtful.

You stood with your back facing the entrance to your bedchamber, your eyes dissecting the intricate carvings laid into the marble of the walls. Though you had been distanced from the heart of the Volturi’s society, you could hear the echos reverberating down the hall nonetheless. Alec had noticed your discomfort and suggested a change of scenery, though you understood that even his residence in Verona would carry the weight of Volterra’s infractions. You were chewing the edge of your fingernail (a nervous habit you hoped would be kicked, finally, when you were torn from your human life) when your ears picked up on the subtlest wisp of movement, announcing the presence of your silent lover. Soon after, his hands were cooling your elbows, folding over your crossed arms, his honeyed breath polluting the air you inhaled. His lips pressed to your neck, your mind jumping from affection to unease as you noted the placement of his kiss. His voice, so soft, so sweet for so experienced a killer, sang against your ear, his hair brushing against your cheek.

“Darling, you’re troubled,” he observed, his icy fingers ghosting over your hands, lacing his fingers through yours, a tender gesture you were not expecting to be accompanied by the surprising warmth his frozen fingers carried. He’d fed recently, more recently than you cared to dwell on. A stranger’s blood warmed his frigid tissues. You flinched away from his touch, untangling yourself from his fingers, avoiding contact with his violent eyes, his angel’s lips parted in wounded confusion. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?” He extended his hand, and you once more slunk away from his touch. He ducked his head, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, exhaling lowly. When he spoke, his voice had changed drastically, harbouring an injury you had yet to notice on his physical form. “Aro warned me this would happen.” You did not speak on the matter, but recalled easily the moment you had departed from Volterra, your hand sliding from Aro’s papery skin, his eyes reading your most recent thoughts, likely painting vivid imagery to accompany your internalized terror. Of course he would mention this to Alec. Your inability to cope directly affected him. “This is about the blood.” His voice did not lilt in inquiry; there was no question, no confusion muddying his understanding. You lifted your face to address him, his eyes a blazing crimson, burning from within with the glow of his most recent meal. Your words clung to the insides of your throat, scratching their way downward, refusing to surface. Alec’s jaw clenched, his gaze lowering to the floor’s mosaic, his brow furrowing the silken plane of his forehead. It was almost inhumane to witness, to cause, distress in so beautiful a creature.

“If I could avoid… the way that I feed, I would do it for you,” he continued, his voice softer, quieter than before, his words dripping with sorrow like an open wound, his tone ringing with a melancholic tenor. “Once you’ve turned, I believe, I hope, that you will understand the difficulty we face. This is not a choice, the way that we feed. Our thirst is not a decision; it’s a compulsion. I have very little control of how I ensure your safety… If I were to refrain, I’m afraid I would be unable to keep myself from causing you harm.” Your breathing grew shallow as he explained to you the honest truths behind his so frequent feasting, his plump lips downturned at the corners, his eyes projecting a most uncommon weakness in one of the most powerful man you had the pleasure of knowing. He pursed his lips before exhaling a broken sigh, his chest heaving unnaturally. “If this is not something that you can live with… I’d understand.” His voice, usually so determined, so confident, now drifted into silence. The only sound available to your feeble ears was your steady pattern of breathing. You turned your face away, unable to hold his gaze any longer, your heart breaking for the angel you’d reduced to ash and cinder before you. After a moment, Alec broke his uncharacteristic silence, his voice illustrating a heart, an organ you knew no longer beat within the chiseled stone of his chest, breaking. If he was capable of producing tears, you had no doubt they would have fallen freely from his scarlet eyes, painting glimmering trails against the alabaster of his complexion. “Will you leave me?” You turned, shocked by his inquiry. How was he able to fathom a universe where you did not see yourself at his side? Had your affections fallen flat? Were you unable to illustrate to him the depth of your love? You crossed to him, your fingers angling his chin upward, forcing him to meet your eye, his irises blooming dangerously beneath a broken brow.

“I could not leave you if remaining by your side ensured the end of my life. To be parted from you would cause me unbearable pain. You are not what I despise, and your thirst… I can’t blame you for that. It’s the executions, Alec, that bother me. You’re herding people to their deaths by the hundreds every year. I can’t help but be bothered by the deaths. I’m only human, for now. If there is another way that you can live, tell me, and we can pursue that path. Together.” His eyes softened, his breath flowing over your face. Though his brow remained furrowed, his lips formed a cautious grin. He glanced at the position of the sun through your veiled window, his eyes returning to your face. He lifted his palm to cradle your cheeks, his face alight with the force of the words he spoke next.

“There is a coven in America, the Cullens. If we leave now, we could reach their home by tomorrow. I never thought I would say this…” His thumbs stroked over your cheekbones, the weight of his decision weighing heavily on his shoulders. “I believe they may be able to help us.”

PAUL LAHOTE

You had been warned of this very scenario from the moment Paul’s realities had been revealed to you, the moment you became involved in the fiery universe that he was so ingrained in. You’d seen the evidence of a destructive temper on Emily’s face, scarring her for life, a warning sign to the other members of Sam’s pack: don’t get too close. You hadn’t had any issues as far as trust went; Paul was relatively calm when you were around, incredibly cautious to the point of over-protectiveness, and as kind and loving as the day you’d met him. He was well-prepared to prevent injuries similar to Emily’s, or worse, and handled his rage better than he had before you stumbled into him. According to his pack, he’d been a bit of a loose canon before imprinting, but your presence acted as a sedative to his usual rowdy, unpredictable nature. You’d been assured that his mannerisms, specifically his impulse to phase, had been quieted after he imprinted, but his actions spoke to combat the promises his brothers made.

Their observations had not been entirely false; Paul was, without doubt, a changed man, but he carried with him a fire that even you could not put out. While he wasn’t explosive, his fuse was relatively short. You hadn’t had the chance to argue, given the amount of time you’d known him, but you’d be witness to his quick temper. You’d never felt threatened in any way other than the typical back-away-if-he-starts-shaking, but that applied to any of the wolves. They all had off-days, but Paul was never someone to be feared, never someone to be wary of. He treated you with the utmost respect and care, but even he couldn’t put a stopper on the floodgates when you’d been approached by a group of men on First Beach. Their salutations had been more insult than greeting, their words slipping like an oil slick from between their unwashed teeth, their faces gleaming with a drunken sweat you could smell radiating from their bodies as you passed them by. Paul, of course, was not about to stand for this ill-treatment. You’d felt the vibrations rolling from his body through the hand that held his, heard his laboured breathing by your ear. You had enough time to extract your hand from his and press a palm to his chest before turning to the trio of vulgar men, warning them to leave before someone (here meaning them, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you also spoke in your own defense) was hurt. One look at Paul was enough to seal your threat in concrete. There was no question about his anger, and his bare torso was promise enough that any retribution would be undeniably painful. They fled, joining a throng of townspeople vacating the beach. Your eyes locked on his, his lips curling over his teeth. You’d attempted to whisper a few calming words before realizing how far gone he truly was. You backed away from his trembling form, every visible muscle tensing on his body as he too backed away from you.

“Y/n,” he snarled, his eyes flitting around as his convulsions intensified, watching the last of the beach’s crowd fade into the night. His unspoken plea was clear: run. You turned your back on him and joined the masses abandoning the darkness of the waters, their voices nearly masking the tear of clothing as Paul exploded from his skin. You turned in time to watch his tail disappear into the tree line. You headed for Emily’s place, hoping to find Sam or Jared holed-up in her kitchen. One of them must be willing to talk Paul down from his heated precipice. You knew they’d all done it before. Your trek was short-lived, and the harmonies reaching from Emily’s open windows carried promises of aid in the form of two, possibly three werewolves. You helped yourself in, your eyes finding Sam’s in the crowd surrounding Emily’s table. His face, lightened by Emily’s company, went dark when he met your gaze. It seemed he already knew. You cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair, watching as Jared, Quil, and Emily focused their attention on you.

“Anyone willing to track my boyfriend for me?” Jared cursed aloud, damning Paul to Hell as he dropped his half-eaten muffin onto his plate, clearly irritated with his friend’s lack of control. Quil offered an apologetic grimace, clapping you on the shoulder as he made his way to the door with Jared nipping at his heels. Sam said nothing outside of asking for Paul’s last-known location, departing with a a final glance at Emily, his fists balled around a pair of jean shorts. Emily’s hands fluttered about her table, sweeping crumbs from the surface, her eyes on your face. She nodded you over, inviting you to sit as she prepared her dinner, promising you that Paul’s episodes never lasted more than half an hour, and that was before you came along. She was almost certain he’d be back sooner. You chatted with her for the next fifteen minutes, your mind preoccupied, replaying the fading image of Paul ducking into the woods on the blank expanse of your eyelids. It wasn’t until Emily offered you a cup of tea that you noticed your hands were trembling. “Maybe I’m a wolf too,” you whispered, your voice failing your attempt at humour, Emily’s arms wrapping around your back as your body shuddered. She, of all people, knew the fear that now pooled in your stomach. Another ten minutes passed before you heard their approach, the sound of footsteps crunching against soil paired with Sam’s low, angry whispers. The three members of Paul’s rescue party had returned, and all three entered without a word, sitting at the table in absolute silence. Emily’s eyes focused on the doorway before finding yours, shooting you a sisterly glance you understood to be cautionary.

“Y/n,” your name was soft on his lips, a gentle tone meant to exhibit his level of calmness. You turned in your seat, abandoning your tea, your eyes falling on his form, propped-up against the open doorway. He gestured for you to join him outside, his hand running through his shorn hair. They did not tremble. You excused yourself and followed him onto Emily’s lawn, watching his shoulders heave with as he sighed, his back gleaming beneath the light of the moon. His hands were swinging at his sides, his muscles tensing and releasing as he paced. When he stopped, you were a good distance away from the house, out of earshot, you assumed, and away from any scrutiny. He turned, slowly, his every movement calculated, the effort behind his actions obvious. He was going out of his way to eliminate any perception you could have of him being a threat to your safety. He kept his distance, addressing you in a whisper from a handful of feet away, his bare feet digging into the earth as he spoke. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. That was… I put you at risk, and I’m so, so sorry.” His eyes lifted to the stars, his head shaking with frustration. “And, you know, I can’t even promise that it won’t happen again. I’m not in control, not like that. This can happen again, and that…” his voice dropped off, his sentence hanging open, fluttering in the breeze. When his eyes returned to yours, his face was broken, his lips pursed to keep them from quivering. “I mean, I’d understand if it’s too much. As much as it kills me, I can understand if you need to go.” He raised his hands, surrendering. “I want you safe, that’s all. I can’t promise you’ll be safe around me. I can’t.” You shook your head, closing the distance between you, continuing even after he mirrored your first few steps, eager to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Paul, if anything, you went out of your way to keep me safe tonight. You warned me that you were losing control, and you backed up, and you gave me time to step back.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you refused to let berate himself further. “You are not a threat to me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He exhaled deeply, relieved, and closed his arms around your back, pulling you to the warmth of his chest.

A/N: I was bored at work when i’ve started this, and it kept haunting me until I got back home. Needless to say I did so little at work for being so distracted. Hope you guys enjoy!

“Harry, please,” you begged once more as you tried to grind yourself against him, but his hands were holding you tightly by your hips to keep you from doing so.

Yes, he’s asked you to sit on his lap, but you didn’t think it could end up like this. He’s been holding you down in place for a good while now as he nibbled and licked and sucked on your skin. And every single time you squirm or beg for more, there’s only one answer, “Not yet.”

You could feel yourself getting wetter as his lips brushed against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Your hands were squeezing on his shoulder as he continued down towards your chest. His breathing had also been laboured, and you could see and feel how hard he’s already been under his boxers. Just one small movement and you both can feel a bit of pleasure from the friction, but as his hands stayed put on your hips, it won’t happen.

A gasp left your lips as you felt his own wrapped around your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over the bud until he’s felt it harden from his touch. Your hand quickly reached for his hair, tugging and urged him to keep going. Once you’ve felt his teeth grazed on your bud, you started pulling back, feeling how incredibly sensitive you’ve already been. But he never stopped. He continued tugging and everything felt numb and achingly pleasurable, you didn’t know what to do. He was all too determined as he pushed you closer to him, brushing his crotch against yours, eliciting moans from the both of you. You pressed yourself down harsher and felt him thrust up against you, creating friction as his lips travelled from your nipple to the other.

He’s already let you grind yourself against his as one of his hands sneaked up towards your breast, squeezing the unattended one and pinching the nipple while his tongue swiped on the other. He could already feel how wet you are, soaking over your underwear through his. His hand that was holding onto your hip hand gone down towards his crotch, squeezing himself lightly. You felt his knuckles touch the bundle of nerves that was pulsing with need, making you moan and grind towards it. He was quick to pull down his boxers, revealing how hard and red his cock is; the tip was just leaking as time went on. He’s given himself a few strokes before he’s slid your panties to the side - being too impatient to pull them down like how his boxers were just down his knees - and slowly pushed himself in you.

“You got so wet because of this, love?” He breathed as he took your nipple in his mouth once more, causing you to jump and scream as he sucked harshly.

With the way you slowly moved yourself against him and the way he thrusted upwards every time you pushed yourself down, the two of you were letting out curses as your highs were slowly building up. Harry was unstoppable with his mouth. Every inch of space he’s filled with either kisses, bites, or sucks. And with his hands pressed firmly on your hips, he’s helped you grind yourself harder and took him deeper in you as you possibly can. Your moans were uncontrolled as you squirm and shake against his body, hiding your face on his neck as you clenched and squeezed his cock. His chest heaved as he continued to move below you, his own orgasm reaching him and taking over his body. His grunts and moans filled the air as he spilled himself in you, holding you in place as he twitched and relaxed after a few short moments.

With sweat dripping down both of your bodies, the two of you were speechless. His eyes were fixed on your body, from your head down to where the two of you were still connected. He’s taken a deep breath as he leaned in towards you, pressing a kiss on your lips and trailing down your jaw and neck, ready to do it all again.

anonymous asked:

I just had this amazing idea of Betty wearing Jugheads beanie, maybe at school or something, and them walking together while people are just like "what" because no one is allowed to touch his beanie. I don't know if this made sense, I just imagined it and you're really good at writing so I thought i'd throw this your way

Thankyou I’ll give it a go.
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It was the apocalypse, the world was ending, she had stepped into the twilight zone, this was an alternate universe. Veronica Lodge stared blatantly at her beautiful best friend as the blonde cheerleader dug through her locker, tiny blue and white skirt sticking out from the metal. She looked amazing in her uniform, Betty looked amazing in anything but that was not the point, the current reason for Veronica’s utter and absolute confusion was the very familiar grey knitted beanie placed crookedly over Betty’s loose blonde waves.

“So yeah, I pretty much told Polly that we are not naming the babies super and duper, she’s really into finding names that rhyme with Cooper for some reason, I think it’s the hormones. I mean..” Betty cut herself off of abruptly when she spotted Veronica’s dropped jaw and wide eyes “what’s the matter?!” She questioned, whipping Around to see what Veronica was staring at.

The raven haired beauty threw her arms in the air dramatically
“What’s the matter?! B! You’re wearing Jugheads beanie?! How did you even get that, oh my god he’s going to kill you. Is this a prank, how come I wasn’t included.. were you included?!” Suddenly Veronica’s anger and shock was on another person entirely. Archie Andrews came strolling up to the two girls, his hands raised in surrender

“It wasn’t me. Whatever it was, it wasn’t me.” He spoke quickly, his arm draping over his girlfriend. “So what was it that I didn’t do?” He asked playfully, dropping a kiss to Veronica’s head.

Veronica elbowed Archie and pointed to The crown beanie on Betty’s head, Archie gasped his hands reaching out to grab the hat off of her head.

“Oh shit Betty, you must have just put it on by accident. Here let me take it, he’s gonna lose his shit when he realizes it’s missing. I’ll take the fall.. I’ll just say I found it or that he left it.”

Betty stepped away from Archie’s grabby hands
“No! Listen it’s not..”

“Well what do we have here? Are they manufacturing those ridiculous hats now? Oh god this better not become some new loser fashion trend, homeless chic?” Cheryl blossom bit out from behind Betty causing the irritated blonde to nearly jump out of her skin

“Cheryl! No I was…”

Reggie came to stand beside Cheryl

“What is this? Did the loser move? Is he Giving away his things? I call those sick headphones!”

“Oh for petes sake! This is just…”

“What’s going on here?”

Betty instantly relaxed at the familiar sound of the owner of the hat in question. No one knew it but Betty and Jughead had been seeing each other for over two months, they kept their relationship incredibly private and it had been working fairly well, well except for right now.

“Hey, there it is. My hat. You fixed it.” Jughead gently tipped Betty’s chin, moving it back and forth so he could get a look at his newly knit hat. “Thanks babe.” He dropped a kiss to Betty’s lips, mischief shining in his eyes.

Jughead gripped Betty’s hand, fingers lacing with hers, they both turned to the shocked faces of their friends ( minus Cheryl and Reggie)

“Did I miss the party?” Jughead joked.

Instantly a thousand questions were being hurled at the pair, Jughead rolled his eyes and tugged Betty away from the group.

“Too many questions” he mumbled as they made their way to first period.

Betty giggled, reaching for the hat on her head to give back to her boyfriend.

They dark haired boy placed his hands over hers on her head.

“Keep it for today, looks better on you than it does on me.” His pupils were dilated and his eyes scanned over her body.

Yeah Jughead definitely had an attachment to his.. hat.

anonymous asked:

Camping with Haechan au? (is this even considered an AU?? who knows but I mean I think I'd be cute nonetheless since the best writer out there is writing it (if you do decide to do so 😂)) Thank you so much! 💘

omg this would actually make such a good enemies-to-lover au too!!!
here’s some rivalry!campers au

  • you and haechan have been going to the SAME summer camp since you were tiny tiny children
  • and the first year you got to know each other, it was like all hell broke loose
  • because you were two of the most sarcastic, headstrong, competitive children in your troops,,,,,like even the counselors couldn’t keep you two from going at each others necks
  • and you were both like seVEN ?????
  • but you swear - haechan started it 
  • and haechan swears you started it
  • all because you accused him of cheating on the swim relay race because you SAW him use free style and not butterfly
  • and haechan had stuck his tongue out when you accused him and,,,,it’s just a mess
  • every year counselors changmin and yunho make bets to see whose going to be stuck with you two LOL 
  • but yes this year,,,,,the camping trip is going to be an overnight outdoors survival game thing
  • and the minute you guys arrive in the forest haechan walks past you, the smuggest look on his face, going “the entire winter - i built tents in my room to prepare for the moment. i can pitch a tent in under fifteen minutes.”
  • you roll your eyes going “i bet you’ll burn all your food like you did last year too.”
  • haehcan throws a glare over his shoulder and you just wave, going over to your side of the campground
  • later into the evening,,,both your tents are pitched and you’re sitting at the campfire making what the counselors called an ‘emergency meal’ which just consists of starting a fire and grilling sardines over it
  • when you notice haechan is struggling,,,,,,,,which of course makes you grin happily to yourself
  • until,,,you’re done with your fire and food and haechan still,,,,,,,doesn’t even have a flame
  • and you’re not going to help him - oh god no - not after you’ve banked all your summers on destroying each other in every camp activity possible
  • but also,,,even when you go into your tent,,,,the idea of leaving him out there - hungry - for some reason hurts 
  • so you try to talk to yourself about all the things you /hate/ about haechan,,,,but it doesn’t work
  • and with a grumble you get up and march out of the tent over to haechan
  • and he looks up,,,,opening his mouth and you’re like “save it. hand me the sticks, ill make the fire.”
  • haechan protests,,,,,,,he protests aLOT
  • but you don’t listen because your dumb rivalry doesn’t mean anything when it comes down to basic needs like eating
  • “i already won, i started the fire first. now im just helping you eat, don’t think it means anything.”
  • haechan clicks his tongue “i didnt think it meant /anything/ i just dont want you to hold this over my head.”
  • “i wont”
  • “fine.”
  • “fine.”
  • silently you watch the sparks,,,,and then the flames that burst over the sticks. getting up you look at haechan triumphantly and turn to head back to your tent,,,,,,but the minute you open the flap
  • the whole thing topples,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “looks like someone didn’t secure their tent. rookie mistake.”
  • haechan’s voice comes from behind and you clench your teeth, turning around you point to his fire
  • “i made that for you, so come over here and repay me.”
  • “are you asking for my help?”
  • “in your dreams, im asking for compensation.”
  • haechan strolls over, grinning as he helps set your tent back up and you watch with your hands crossed to help settle your embarrassment 
  • done, haechan opens the flap and goes “after you, rookie” and you push him playfully
  • but also before you go in you stand there and look at haechan and he looks at you
  • and for some odd reason,,,,you don’t hate it
  • you actually notice,,,,,,,,for the first time,,,,,,,,that he’s pretty cute
  • and his smooth skin and brown eyes aren’t,,,,the worst,,,,
  • but you’re convinced in must be the air up here in the forest or something making you think your biggest enemy is cute
  • but then you hear haechan go
  • “thank you,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • it’s quiet but you look back at him and stutter because “w-what?”
  • “thank you, for helping me. im not saying it again.”
  • you blink and see haechan avert his eyes,,,for the first time - you see clear as day
  • he’s shy
  • and you can’t help but feel your own cheeks flush because,,,,,oh,,,,he,,,,didn’t have to say that but it’s still nice to hear
  • and you nod,,,,not sure what to make of this
  • and then haechan goes “,,,,,,,,,,,ive never said it but you’re ,,,,,,ok,,,,,,,well more than ok you’re p-p-p-,,,,,,”
  • “p?”
  • “,,,,,,,,,,,you’re nice to look at anyway i have to go bye.”
  • and with that haechan storms right across the campground to his tent
  • so fast that you don’t even process his words
  • until you’re laying in your sleeping bag and thinking,,,,,,,,,,,,,,was he going to say pretty?
  • the next morning everyone is happily chattering around breakfast and you walk past haechan who looks over at you,,,,and much to the shock of everyone (counselor changmin drops his plate of waffles)
  • you sit beside him
  • and neither of you say anything,,,,but you eat in peace,,,not bickering or name calling,,,,,,,and it’s,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,enjoyable
  • being with haechan is,,,,,,,,,,enjoyable 

anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your blog, I'm really glad I found it! -/////- I'd like to request a headcanon for Zoro, Law, Sabo and Ace about getting jealous when their crush/gf is being hit on. I hope it's not too much trouble! :D

Thank you dear! I really appreciate it!! I decided to do crush bc yes 

(Also you guys are never trouble, please don’t feel the need to apologize or anything alongside it^^)

[& I’m also assuming it isn’t some crusty dude but an actual thing]

Zoro

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

  • He’d get all pissy and bitter, probably ignore you depending on if you were like ‘aw thanks boo’ 
  • At the same time he wants to fight that dusty dude
  • But if he does you’ll be suspicious and might find out that he likes you
  • He’ll then proceed to pretty much avoid everyone and wallow in jealousy & hate 

Ace

  • THE SAD JEALOUS
  • He’d see this person hitting on his crush and… he can’t be like ‘back off they’re mine’ because you aren’t 
  • He’d be like ‘oh… that’s nice’ bc he doesn’t want to accidentally anger you as you could’ve had interest in them
  • then he’ll overthink it and get down bc ‘maybe they’ll be better off with them. I don’t know anything about relationships, and I’m me like  sdfugsfishfugsdjfguayfg
  • I feel like he’d always have that lingering insecurity that everyone else is better than him but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sabo

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

  • he hates being jealous
  • It’s kinda like a child between bitterness and anger
  • not cool
  • He also can’t act on it which makes it worse, as yet again he’d rather not reveal his crush by carrying you away from a decent conversation 
  • Which forces him to sit there awkwardly watching the two of you talk
  • or he could leave, which you could notice and he’d have to come up with a believable story

Law

  • *death stare intensifies x10*
  • Like Zoro, he’ll get more irritated and grouchy
  • Most likely will ignore you for a while if you hit on them back
  • Probably will knock the person tf out later
you have no idea what i'd like to do with that mouth... (nsfw)

“What are we seeing this time?” Jacob asks, glancing up at the screen that has movies and show times listed. “I think Tom said, (Y/N) is deciding.” Zendaya mumbles, not looking up from her phone. You raise your eyebrows at Tom and he smirks. “Oh, I’m definitely not deciding. Harrison? Any ideas?” Harrison silently shakes his head and everyone looks to Laura. She raises her hands in a defense position. “This was all Tom’s idea.” You all look to Tom and he chuckles, before examining the screen. “What about… Baby Driver?” Tom decides. You and Tom, have already seen it but it was a good movie, so you wouldn’t mind seeing it again. Everyone nods in agreement and you all walk up to the ticket booth.


A third of the way into the movie, Tom casually places his hand on your knee. You glance down at it, then over at him to find he’s watching the screen intently. Shrugging it off, you turn your attention back to the screen. After a few minutes, you feel Tom’s hand slowly making its way up your thigh. Realizing what he’s trying to do, you squeeze your thighs together in attempt to prevent his greedy fingers from getting what they want. You glare over at Tom in the darkness of the theatre, but he’s looking forward, as if he has no idea what his hand is doing. Tom’s trapped hand strokes your thigh with his thumb, tickling your flesh with his gentle touch. After a couple minutes, you absentmindedly relax your legs and Tom takes this moment to strike. Quickly, but subtly, Tom’s hand moves into your panties, and begins running his index and middle finger down your folds. You play your gasp off as a cough and try to keep your attention anywhere but down there.

His deft fingers, spread your lips open and begin making circular motions over your clit. Eager for more contact, your legs spread open, giving him better access. You peek over to your right, checking if anyone’s noticing your guy’s dirty act, but find all of their attention to be on the movie. Tom’s middle and forefinger slide into you with ease, as his thumb comes up to continue circling your clit. You close your eyes at the sensation, and tilt your head back slightly, taking in every caress.

You bite your lip, holding in your moans, as Tom gains momentum. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, but keeping the same pressure and motion on your bulb of nerves, is enough to drive you wild. Your hand reaches down to grasp Tom’s forearm, urging him on. You sense Tom’s smirk, but your eyes are still closed. Your mouth falls open slightly, but you quickly shut it again in fear of letting a moan slip out. As Tom’s fingers continue their relentless and unwavering motion, your breathing increases. You feel beads of sweat forming on the sides of your forehead, and you tilt your head back. Biting your lip roughly, and using all the self restraint you have, you silently make your way through your orgasm. Grinding your hips gently against Tom’s fingers, you sigh through you nostrils as you come down.

You glance to your right, double-checking that no one noticed, and you’re relieved to find them in the same state they were a few minutes ago. Tom removes his fingers from your panties and pulls them into his mouth. You watch him as he licks them clean, feeling yourself tingle in response. He glances over at you, his eyes a smoldering brown. Your mouth pops open and he leans over, brushing the hair away from your ear. “You have no idea what I’d like to do with that mouth right now, darling.” When he pulls away you’re still gaping at him. Licking your lips, you scoot a little closer to him, so you’re inches away from his face. “Why don’t you show me?” You challenge. You hear his breath hitch in his throat and he bites his lip. Closing his eyes briefly, you hear a faint groan low in his throat. He turns his head to examine the movie screen. “The movie’s almost over. Tell Laura and Zendaya we’re leaving.”

You nod and turn to the girls, while he turns to Harrison and Jacob. “Sorry but, we gotta leave. Tom’s not feeling well. We’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” You whisper to Zendaya. She nods and you ask her to tell Laura. Before you can get a response, Tom grasps your hand and pulls you down the crowded aisle, to the walkway leading out the exit. His hastily way of leaving and how tight his grip is on your hand, you know you’re gonna have your work cut out for you. You bite your in anticipation. You can’t fucking wait.

A/N: should i do a part 2 ??

anonymous asked:

Wow thank you for posting that! It's actually pretty funny to imagine Steve at a con, being surrounded by all these people dressed up as people he works with. I actually did know about Steve's job as an artist for Captain America comics, but I'd never heard of Tony cosplaying as himself? How does that work? Do people just assume he's a normal guy and totally not the real superhero that he looks exactly like?

Oh, my dear anon, please allow me to tell you about Iron Man v1 #72. You can tell even before you read it that it is THE BEST COMIC because its title is “Convention of Fear!” with an exclamation point and everything. (Okay, it’s not actually the best comic, but it’s pretty funny.) And, yes, people assume he’s just a regular guy and totally not the real Iron Man. 

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great comet songs summarized by hamilton quotes
  • prologue: we have a war to fight, let's move along.
  • pierre: meanwhile in all the bleedin' and fightin', i've been readin' and writin'
  • moscow: and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world!
  • the private and intimate life of the house: you'll be back. soon you'll see. you'll remember you belong to me.
  • natasha & bolkonskys: here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements! sweet jesus!
  • no one else: look into your eyes, and the sky's the limit, i'm helpless! down for the count, and i'm drowning in 'em.
  • the opera: i have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. we were at a revel with some revels on a hot night.
  • natasha & anatole: trying to catch your eyes from the side of the ballroom.
  • natasha lost: how could i dO this?
  • the duel (part one): no more sex, pour me another brew, son!
  • the duel (part two): can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? sure, but your man has to answer for his words.
  • dust and ashes: i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. is this where it gets me? on my feet, several feet ahead of me? if i see it coming, do i run, or fire my gun, or let it be? there is no beat, no melody.
  • sunday morning: i take the children to church on sundays, the sign of the cross at the door.
  • charming: i'm so sorry to bother you at home, but i don't know where to go, and i came here all alone.
  • the ball: lord, show me how to say no to this, i don't know how to say no to this. in my mind i'm trying to go, then her (his) mouth is on mine, and i don't say no!
  • letters: why do you write like you're running out of time?
  • sonya & natasha: be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive.
  • sonya alone: i know my sister like i know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. i love my sister more than anything in this life, i will choose her happiness over mine, every time.
  • preparations: rumors only grow, and we both know what we know.
  • balaga: no one has more resilience, or matches my practical, tactical brilliance!
  • the abduction: one last time, relax, have a drink with me. one last time, let's take a break tonight, and i'll teach you how to say goodbye.
  • in my house: most of them in my own house. DAMN! you ever see somebody ruin their own life?
  • a call to pierre: *jefferson voice* whaaaaaaaaaaaaat
  • find anatole: i'm not here for you.
  • pierre & anatole: congratulations. you have invented a new kind of stupid. a damage you can never undo kind of stupid. an open all the cages in the zoo kind of stupid. truly, you didn't think this through, KIND OF STUPID.
  • natasha very ill: i'm erasing myself from the narrative. you have torn it all apart, i'm watching it burn.
  • pierre & andrey: don't lecture ME about the war, you didn't fight in it! i almost died in a trench, while you were off getting high with the french!
  • pierre & natasha: if you see him in the street, walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity. they are going through the unimaginable.
  • the great comet of 1812: let me tell you what i wish i'd known, when i was young and dreamed of glory.

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Okay, um…so recently I posted two little drabble-like fics where Gordon Ramsay was the new Hogwarts Potions professor instead of Slughorn (totally based on this post). You can read those first two here and here…and now here’s part three! It’s the one you’ve all been waiting for…a confrontation between DADA-Professor!Snape and Potions-Professor!Ramsay! Hope you like it!

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