and just enjoy that he's the best

anonymous asked:

Young! Genji reacting to their s/o having a sensitive neck? And she likes it when he does things to her neck but never admits it.

  • He’s a confirmed turd, he would absolutely abuse your sensitive neck. That you enjoy it is a massive plus for him, he’s not the best yet at determining when he’s overstepped his boundaries.
  • He’ll do it whenever lips just suddenly on your neck pressing kisses all over it. He enjoys the way you shiver, refusing to admit the effect that he has over you.
  • His ultimate goal is to make you admit it, his attention to you growing stronger and stronger until you crack. He may never reach it before Hanzo but it drives him forward, just wanting someone to say that he makes you happy.
  • If you ever do break he’s ecstatic, a wide smile on his face as he presses, even more, kisses on his neck. He just wants to hear it again and again forever.
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What was she doing? Just because one guy left didn’t mean there weren’t three others that were still here. She wanted to make the best of it, so she asked Jasper out on a date.


Emily’s heart was racing, surely he wasn’t about to say what was clouding her mind for the past few weeks now, right?

Everything was sweet about their kiss, and she let her emotions run off because all she wanted right now was to enjoy this. Enjoy the words he was saying, and enjoy the fact that his lips was on hers.

🌹

anonymous asked:

Hi! I literally got into this fandom two hours ago, and i was just wondering one thing. If you have the time, would you mind describing each members personality? What makes them stand out the most & what are their traits?

Hi there! Welcome to the fandom~ I hope you enjoy your stay. :-) 

I will try my very best to answer this, but please keep in mind that I don’t know more about them than what I can see from videos, and interviews and from their interactions with each other (please let me know if anyone things I’m wrong). 

Donghun

  • He’s very mature and calm
  • He’s very strong minded 
  • But a softie, when it comes to the others
  • He thinks a lot about stuff
  • He cares a lot about the members
  • He has a really great voice 
  • He was pretty bad at dancing, but worked hard and now look at where he is
  • Singing is really important to him
  • He likes watching movies

Seyoon

  • He’s very quiet 
  • I think he’s probably shy
  • He seems like a very very sweet and nice person
  • He’s a softie
  • He just kinda follow the others when it comes like jokes and stuff like that
  • He is one of the main dancers (and most CHOICE choose him as the visual) 
  • He’s the 4D member

Junhee

  • He’s very calm
  • He tries to be funny, but according to the members he isn’t
  • I don’t know why, but he kinda gives me the feeling of a perfectionist
  • He’s the perfect leader
  • He can act (please let him act @BEAT) 
  • He really gives off the whole ‘idol feel’ (again, according to the members)
  • He kinda acts like an old man at times
  • He likes playing games (like on the computer)

Byeongkwan

  • He’s really active and energetic all the time
  • He likes to talk
  • He’s really open and fun in front of the camera
  • I think he’s a really fun person to be around
  • He’s like the ‘everyone thinks he’s super cool, but in reality he’s not’ type
  • He has a soft spot for Seyoon 
  • He does a lot for the members not to be awkward in videos 
  • He’s really an all around package too (he can dance, sing, rap, talk…) 
  • He plays games with Jun

Yoochan

  • He’s very excited and cute
  • He watches movies with Donghun, because he doesn’t want him to watch them alone
  • He’s a really nice and outgoing person
  • He tries his best to make friends (look at The Unit) 
  • He’s from Jeju-do so he doesn’t know Seoul all that well
  • He’s really fun 
  • He has the voice of an angel
  • He is an actual angel


I hope this was enough for you to get like a small understanding of what they’re like. I’d recommend you to go watch some of the videos with them, because they’re really all cute and amazing people!

If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me an ask any second~ 

hobi’s live was honestly so great you could tell just how much he was enjoying it and he himself said he didn’t even realize how fun solo lives were, he was eating and being his goofy self and fans were actually asking interesting and fun questions and barely anyone asked about the other members. at the end he couldn’t even turn it off cause of how much he enjoyed it, it was the best 45 minutes of my life

Yesterday my dad told me something that I think maybe more people need to hear.

You’re allowed to just do things for fun.

He told me that in this modern society, especially the United States, we seem to have this attitude that we shouldn’t do something unless we’re aiming to be the best at it. If we can’t sing like Beyonce or Frank Sinatra or something there’s no point to singing. If we can’t make the next big breakthrough there’s no point in looking into mechanics and engineering.

But, he tells me, it took him a long time to figure out that life doesn’t have to be a race. If you want to take up the piano when you’re a teenager or later you’re not going to master it. You’re not going to be able to play to huge concert halls, but that also shouldn’t stop you. You can study a language out of curiosity and then drop the ball if you want. You can just get okay at something or even be terrible at it. You can drop it for days or years and then pick it up again and it doesn’t have to be a shameful thing.

I’m really glad he told me that because today I opened my sketchpad for the first time in months and just started drawing. And it looks terrible. But I don’t care. I don’t have the talent or patience or spacial awareness to get anywhere near good at drawing, but it’s fun. It helps me focus my mind and nobody has to see it.

And because of what he told me, I’m thinking maybe someday soon I will take up the bass guitar. And I won’t worry about how well I do, or how fast I learn, or that I haven’t played an instrument since sixth grade, or that I don’t have that much time to practice. I’m just gonna enjoy the experience. Maybe I’ll try swing dancing again and take a class because I’m not the best dancer but damn if it isn’t fun.

Yeah, you don’t have to be good at things. It’s not a requirement. Maybe that seems obvious but it had never occurred to me before. You’re allowed to just enjoy what you’re doing. For me, that feels like a life changing revelation. I don’t have to be good at something to like it. I don’t have to put 100% effort into everything I do. It’s kind of amazing.

anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

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If you could find someone in the crowd you don’t know… I’d like you to turn to this person, give them a hug, tell them you love them. EMBRACE! EMBRAAAAACEE! Isn’t that just beautiful? I can see one mans face right there, he just literally went “UGHH.” Big eye roll, “ugh, please.” Thank you for coming, sir are you enjoying yourself? So-so. Are you sure? I’ll do my best.
—  Harry calling out a man who didn’t participate in his hugging activity.
Being best friends with Finn Wolfhard would include:

I just felt like writing another imagine sort of?? Is this even an imagine?? What are these called?? 

But anyway, I hope you enjoy :~)

(this made me lowkey sad bc i wanna be friends with Finn man)


Originally posted by finnsbabyboi

- Him teaching you how to skate

- Him buying you your own skateboard or longboard after he successfully teaches you how to skate.

- Biking or skating to 7/11 or some 24 hour convenience store at dead hours of the night just to get snacks

- When he finally gets his driver’s license, he drives to your house late at night just to go on spontaneous adventures.

       + or just drive around the neighborhood while talking about stuff

- Him telling you funny stories about the time he was filming IT or season two of Stranger Things. Whatever show or movie he was in, he would always tell you exclusive behind the scenes stories. You’re the only one who knows this shit.

- Live streaming together

- Being very competitive when playing video games

- Jokingly insulting each other:

        + “You’re such a dickhead, Finn.”

        + “Fuck off, Y/N.”

        + “You fuck off.”

        + “WAtcH YOUr LANguAGE!122!!!@!@#”

        + “NO YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE.”

- Him introducing you to the IT kids and the Stranger Things kids

        + You of course get along with them very well

- Doing covers of songs and posting them on Youtube

- You guys would probably start a YouTube channel together 

- His friends and your friends lowkey shipping you guys

- You stealing his shirts or hoodies

         + “Is that my jacket?”

         + “Yea it is.”

         + “Oh cool, looks cute.”

         + “Thanks hoe, this is mine now.”

         + *shrugging* “Ok, it looks better on you anyway.”

- Him defending you whenever you get unnecessary hate from fans

- Him hacking into your social media to post dumb shit:

         + He would post a double chin selfie on your snap story

         + Him tweeting dumb shit on your twitter:

              + “Finn is so ugly lol gross boy.”

         + Him logging back into his account to reply to the tweet he tweeted on                  your account:

               + “Wow this is bullying I thought we were best friends how could you                       do this to me.”

- Whenever you guys watch a movie together, one of you would always put their head on the other’s lap.

- You guys would face time each other when you guys can’t see each other face to face, like when he has to go somewhere far to film or something

- Late night phone calls, seriously man y’all would stay up till like 3 am just talking about stuff.

- You guys telling each other everything of course

- Everyone thinks you’re a couple, but your relationship is purely platonic

                + Your friends and fans are not convinced, but they go with it                                   anyway


So that was fun, time to cry bc i’m not actually friends with Finn and he doesnt even know my dumbass exists lmFOOAOOAAO why do i put myself through this

Harry laughed happily as he landed on the grass. Draco was only seconds behind him clutching the snitch with a massive grin on his face.
“Good one, Draco.”
“Oh, it wasn’t really a good one. Pretty easy actually.” Draco drawled with a smirk.
Harry laughed again as he shoved Draco’s shoulder. “Whatever, that dive was pretty amazing.” Draco’s smirk became a proud smile. “Come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving!” Harry said.
The smile morphed into a frown. “No. We each won one, it’s a draw. We have to play another.”
Harry grinned at him. “Let’s leave it a draw.”
Draco arched a brow. “Scared Potter?”
Laughing, Harry slung an arm around his friends shoulders. “Yes, scared you’ll pout and ignore me all day when I beat you.”
Draco sniffed. “First of all, I am not so petty. And who says you’d win anyway? So arrogant, Harry.”
Harry laughed and squeezed his friend in a hug. “Yeah. I’m the arrogant here, Draco.”
Draco gently bumped the side of his head against Harry’s as they walked to the castle. “So long as you know.”

On the following Sunday they found themselves trudging through a mountain of homework, much to Harry’s displeasure. Ron and Hermione had gone for a picnic on the grounds, since Hermione always made sure they were up to date on their work. Sighing Harry dropped his head heavily against the couch. Draco, who was curled up in the corner of the couch next to him, looked up with an arched brow. “Giving up already?”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes.” He jerked up when he felt Draco flick him between the eyes. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing the sore spot with his fingers.
“You’d better keep going. Don’t think that you can leave it and get me to help you just because Granger won’t let you fly until it’s done.” He went back to looking at his book.
Harry turned to him with wide eyes. “That is a fantastic idea.” When Draco just let out a soft laugh but otherwise ignored him, Harry moved so he could lie leaning comfortably against Draco’s side. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
“Potter!” Draco groaned. “I am absolutely not doing your work for you.” But he didn’t move or shove Harry off, which Harry knew he wouldn’t. After several blissful minutes, right when Harry was sure he was on the cusp of a wonderful dream, he fell to the floor as Draco stood up. He pointed a finger accusingly at Harry, “Do some work, Harry. Or we will go to the library.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry sat up and faced his books once more.

Hours later they were sitting in front of the crackling fire eating Bertie Botts beans. Draco was sprawled across a single seat with his legs hanging across the side while Harry sat on the floor with his legs crossed and back against Draco’s seat. Draco had the box of beans and alternated between taking one and lowering the box for Harry.
Ron and Hermione entered the common room with cheerful greetings. Harry appreciated everyone’s efforts to get along, since he knew it was only for his sake, but he did wish his three best friends were more than just polite to one another.
“Did you have a good picnic?” Draco asked them.
“Oh, yes it was lovely thanks.” Hermione smiled at him. Ron nodded a bit awkwardly at him.
“Oh, Harry. You’ll never guess what.” Ron started, and Hermione shot him a suspicious look. “We saw Terry there, he was in the middle of a big fight, seems like him and his boyfriend broke up.” Hermione’s look of suspicion became one of horror as she tugged on Ron’s hand. Harry’s stomach dropped as he willed Ron not to continue. But he did. “So he’s single now, and you can finally ask him out. I know you used to have a massive crush on him.”
Harry closed his eyes, but the thick silence wouldn’t be ignored. He was so glad he couldn’t see Draco’s expression at that moment. There had been a hundred moments when he meant to come out to Draco. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything. It was just that he really enjoyed their friendship. He didn’t know how they’d become so
comfortable touching each other all the time, but he was scared that it would change if Draco knew. He opened his eyes to find Ron looking from him to Hermione with confusion brewing in his eyes. Hermione was watching Draco carefully, which could only mean that he most definitely wasn’t looking at them.
Harry sighed internally. He cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks.”
Hermione looked at him pitifully and quickly started talking about their day, filling the silence as best she could. She asked about how their studies went, Harry responded and Draco said a word or two.
After suffering through it as long as he could, Harry wished everyone good night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco as he left, but let his hand trail along his shoulder as he walked passed.

The next morning, Harry lingered in bed. If he could, he’d avoid seeing Draco all day. Unfortunately, his last class was potions where they were partners. At breakfast he managed to get away with only a smile and a wave since Draco sat at the Slytherin table still. Harry tried hard to focus on his lessons all day, but he couldn’t deny he was nervous to see him.
When he arrived in potions at the end of the day, Draco was already there with all the ingredients for the days potion. He was chopping furiously when Harry reached him. “Hi, Draco.” He said nervously, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
“Hi, Potter.” Draco glanced up with a small smile. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to help or do you expect me to do all the work?”
Harry could have laughed with relief, but he didn’t. He gave Draco a grateful smile which was returned with a small quirk of the lips and they got to work.
The rest of the lesson passed in the same manner as the ones before. After, they walked together to dinner and Harry felt relieved. Until he couldn’t find Draco anywhere after dinner. He went to bed with a sinking feeling.

The week passed in the same pattern. The only time that Harry really saw Draco was during potions, his behavior seemingly unchanged. But Harry missed him. After potions on Friday Harry had had enough. As they walked together to dinner he blurted out. “Where have you been all week?” Grey eyes glanced up from the floor to meet his before flickering away. “I can never find you after dinner.” He said accusingly.
Draco answered softly. “I’ve had detention every day.”
“What?” Harry asked, reaching out to grab Draco’s arm. “For what?”
Turning to face Harry, Draco sighed. “You know how it is, some teachers will make up reasons to punish me.”
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to express his outrage when Draco gave him a defeated smile. “It doesn’t matter. Okay?”
Harry deflated. Draco twitched his arm awkwardly and Harry realized he was still holding him. He let go quickly but noticed the blush on Draco’s cheeks.
He deflated a little more.

On Saturday morning when Harry returned from breakfast he found Draco in the common room with his homework. After fetching his own, he sank down on the couch next to him.
Draco shifted to make more room for him.
After working for a little while Draco got up to get a different textbook and settled down again on the single couch. Harry frowned. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it before, but..
He sighed heavily and tried to focus on his work.

The next day he found himself working alone in the library. When he returned to the common room he found Draco curled up on the single couch with a book. He looked up when Harry entered and frowned slightly. “Where were you today?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, struggling to meet his eyes. “Thought I’d concentrate better in the library.” He moved to walk past where Draco was sitting, when Draco’s hand shot out as if to grab his hand but stopped suddenly, quivered in the air for a moment before disappearing just as fast.
Harry hesitated briefly. With a disappointed sigh he carried on walking.
“Harry.” Draco said.
Harry half turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. Draco cleared his throat. “Would you like to go fly for a bit?” Harry frowned skeptically, unsure of what how he wanted to respond. “There’s enough time for at least one game to end our draw before the light goes.” Draco said, smiling uncertainly. And that’s what got to Harry.
“Yeah, alright.” He answered finally.

The walk to the quidditch pitch was filled with awkward silence. At least it was for Harry. Once they were flying though, Harry felt better.
The light started to go quickly and Harry was scanning rather desperately for the snitch, it was the one he had caught in first year and he was rather sentimental about it. A glint of gold caught his eye and he dove toward it. As he neared it he saw Draco coming in from a different angle, slightly ahead of him. He pushed forward, urging his broom to go faster. At the last moment, he realized Draco would get there first and Harry would barrel into him soon after. Unfortunately, the last moment didn’t give him enough time to stop or change direction. All he could do was slow down to soften the impact.
Thankfully they were low to the ground so when they tumbled over one another and onto the grass, it wasn’t too hard a fall. They rolled and Harry landed half on Draco’s chest with a massive groan. Draco was gasping heavily. Harry lifted himself to quickly pat Draco down for injuries and once he was satisfied that he was fine he fell half onto Draco’s chest again. They caught their breath in silence.
It was the happiest Harry had been all week. Until Draco said, “Two one, Potter.” Harry looked up to see Draco clutching the snitch with a triumphant grin. He laughed and pushed himself up onto an elbow.
“You can’t tell me this one was an easy win.” Harry teased.
“No, I can’t.” Draco chuckled and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back, happy to have his friend back. He noticed the pink tinge on Draco’s cheeks as Draco’s eyes flickered away and he shifted awkwardly. Harry sat up quickly and Draco scooted away from Harry. His heart sank.
Draco cleared his throat, “Well, let’s go back.” He stood up and retrieved his broom. Harry sat there with his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees, drowning in unhappiness. He wasn’t going to get his easy friendship back. Draco had walked a few paces back toward the castle when he turned around. “Harry?” He said tentatively.
Harry sighed. “I can’t do this, Draco.” He shoved his hands in his hair and looked away, frustrated.
Draco frowned and came back. “What do you mean?” He asked softly.
“I mean I want you to just freak out about the fact that I didn’t tell you and be honest if you have a problem with who I am. I can’t take this dancing around it. I miss you.” He bit his lip to stop himself. After a long pause he looked up to find Draco staring at him in shock.
“You think I have a problem with who you are?” He asked quietly, which set warning bells off in Harry’s head. “You think I’ve been acting strange because I don’t accept this part of you.” He added. Then he laughed, a self deprecating sound that Harry knew well. Draco lifted a hand to his forehead. “Why wouldn’t you? It’s the obvious conclusion.” He laughed again, a little hysterically this time, which broke Harry out of his daze. He stood up and slowly approached him.
“Well, if it’s not that then what is it?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly before meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry watched a flush creep up his neck as he seemed to search for words. “Well, I couldn’t exactly be mad at you for not telling me when I’ve been keeping the exact same secret.” His cheeks were a deep pink now. Harry’s ears were ringing.
“What?” He whispered, disbelieving.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Harry could only stare at him. Draco swallowed nervously. “Anyway, I was trying to find the right time to tell you about me. But, as you know, it’s not easy.” He laughed awkwardly again. “And somehow knowing about you made my little crush seem less impossible which is stupid, really I know, so I was just giving myself a bit of space to dispel that illusion. That’s why I got detention everyday. I couldn’t focus, I was useless in class.” His gaze was flickering from Harry’s shoulder, his collar to his throat. Anywhere but his eyes. After a fortifying breath Draco added. “Our friendship is important to me. I didn’t want to mess it up.”
Harry was confused. He was shocked. But he knew that that made him happy. He pulled Draco towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I missed you, you idiot.”
Draco melted into the hug which made Harry’s heart soar. They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Draco pulled back, much to Harry’s regret. Harry searched his gaze. “It’s not impossible, you know. Or an illusion.” He whispered.
Draco’s breath caught. Harry smiled at him. “I don’t think.” Harry amended. But as he watched the moonlight play over Draco’s features he thought it was probably extremely possible. Probable in fact.
Draco watched Harry watch him for the longest time. His look of shock slowly abated until Harry was staring at Draco’s trademark smirk. “You’d better not think that counts as asking me out, because my standards are considerably higher than that.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled before adding, “I’m serious.” With that he turned and started toward the castle. Harry scrambled to catch up.
“I’ll write a poem.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Please don’t. I’m pretty set on saying yes. Don’t make that hard for me to do.”
Harry grinned. Feeling bold, he reached out to grab Draco’s hand as they walked forward. He let out a content sigh when Draco laced their fingers together.

Steam (M)

WARNINGS: graphic smut, very angsty, vulgar words, riding, overstimulation, kitten kink, friends with benefits

genre: smut / angst

Summary: He had a tough day at work, and needs you to help him blow off some steam. But maybe being friends with benefits was never a good idea.

Originally posted by professional-fangirling


There was something off.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but you knew there was something wrong. By the way Yoongi called you at an odd hour of the day, his voice laced with anger. You did your best to talk to him, and calm him down. But he just wasn’t budging. And you weren’t sure what happened.

You bit your lip, anticipating for him to walk through the door.

He abruptly hung up on you, muttering a loud ‘I’m coming over, wait for me’. You weren’t sure what he meant, or what he was going to do. But you knew it was going to be exciting.

This was how Yoongi was.

Whenever he had a stressful day, he went to you and blew off some steam. You didn’t mind, in fact, you enjoyed it. It proved that he saw you as someone he trusted.

Yoongi didn’t just have sex with anyone. He chose his partners very carefully, and you knew that. So when he first kissed you, you found it quite a surprise. But, over time, you both turned into friends with benefits. You said you wouldn’t catch feelings, and neither would he.

But time changes, right?

You never imagined yourself with someone like Yoongi. Someone so self-collected on the outside, but dying on the inside. You knew how much he was hurting himself over the small things, how much he stressed himself out just to make others happy. But, over time, he really started to grow on you.

You saw the small things in him. The way he would scratch the back of his ear when he got nervous. The way he would would scrunch his nose when he did something embarrassing. The way his laugh was cut into pieces, and only sometimes let out a sound.

Just thinking about him made your heart hurt.

Yoongi never imagined being with someone like you either. Someone so kind-hearted, and honest. He always thought he would end up with someone cold, just like him. But, instead, he found you. Someone so warm on the inside, and someone so beautiful that he swore it hurt his own heart when he saw you.

You saw things in him that no one else could, and that’s why he chose you out of everyone else. You understood him, even during his worst times. You got where he came from, and respected him as, not only an idol but also, a human being in general. You understood his passion for music, and you supported him through everything. You were there when he fell apart, or when he was stressing over small, or big, things.

He envied you.

On how you could be so understanding of everyone around you, and still keep yourself sane.

But one thing he didn’t know was that you were actually driving yourself towards the edge. You were suffering in more ways than one. You had no one to support you the way you support everyone else. Sure, you had Yoongi. But he was never around. But you knew how much music meant to him, so you painted a smile on your face. You couldn’t take away the one thing keeping him sane for your own selfish reasons.

You sat on your bed, letting out a sigh as the thought of Yoongi barging through the door filled your mind. As you still remembered how he felt against your skin. As you still knew just the exact way he smelt when he held you.

You weren’t sure you could do it anymore.

You couldn’t be friends with benefits with a man you were in love with.

You heard the door swing open, and your eyes shot open as you sat up in your bed. His eyes were dark, and he looked absolutely angered. But, even then, you still saw the beauty in him. You still saw a man you knew you loved.

You swore to yourself that this was it.

This would be the last time you would ever be with him, or even see him for that matter.

He ushered towards you, kissing you roughly as your back hit the bed. His hands were roaming over your body, lifting up his loose shirt that you were wearing that you found in your closet. He loved it when you wore his t-shirts, he thought you looked absolutely wonderful in them.

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BTS Reaction - sex while camping

A/N: Here’s for that anon that requested this! You also requested something else, which I’m going to write as well so I hope you look forward to that! I love you.

Warning: mature themes below 

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When all your friends are posting pics with their significant other for Valentine’s Day but you’re still single

anonymous asked:

"Is that my shirt?" <3

“Is that my shirt?”

“Sorry?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my shirt.”

Draco looked down. Sure enough, a disgusting muggle shirt covered his chest.

“Uh-”

“That’s hilarious. Malfoy, did you really mistake Harry’s clothes for your own?” Weasley grinned, his freckles practically popping out of his cheeks.

“That’s-!”

“Aw, he just wanted to be close to you, Potter.” Another eighth-year boy said near the lockers. They had all decided to get some Quidditch practice in. Draco somehow got caught up with them all. He was even enjoying himself, too, but obviously, things had gone sour.

“Cute.”

“Looks good on you, Malfoy.”

“Harry, wear his shirt. The guys in the common room will get a kick out of it.”

The whole room started laughing and overlapping with jokes at his expense. His fist tightened, but he forced his expression to remain calm. He tried his best to ignore the urge to look at Potter.

“Yeah, yeah. Go on and take the piss then.”

The boys were nearly done, gathering their bags and brooms. One passed by Draco and clapped him on the back.

“Highlight of the day, Malfoy. Keep it up.”

Draco glared at him, but he was already out the door. The rest followed. All except Potter, who stood diligently beside him.

“Problem, Potter?” Draco snapped.

Potter merely laughed. “You know you’re still wearing my shirt, don’t you?”

He blushed, quickly wrenching it off himself. He handed it to Potter, not making eye contact. He mumbled something under his breath before shoving it in Potter’s hands.

“What was that?”

“Sorry,” Draco said a bit louder, clenching his jaw a bit.

Potter remained still for a moment too long, forcing Draco to look at him. “What?” He demanded.

“Did you… Really not know it was my shirt?” Potter looked mildly amused, but mostly curious.

“No.”

“Why?”

“I… just wasn’t paying attention.” Draco quickly wrapped his fingers around his left wrist, turning away from him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find my-” He stopped short as Potter reached out and held his shirt in front of Draco’s face.

“… I’m not smelling it, Potter. It’s fine, anyways-”

Potter laughed. It twisted something in Draco’s stomach. “No. Wear it.”

“What?”

“You forgot your long sleeve, yeah? I know you thought the field would be empty.”

“I…” Draco stared at the garment, not sure how to proceed. “…What will you wear?”

“Your shirt.”

Draco flushed. “Excuse me?”

Potter grinned, shoving his shirt at him and quickly switching it for Draco’s. “Fair’s fair.”

“But they’ll-”

“Oh, let them talk.” Potter’s voice was a bit muffled as he shimmied the t-shirt on. “They’re all joking around, anyways. They don’t mean it… Mostly.”

Draco pursed his lips, feeling unsure. But before he could change his mind, Potter was already grabbing his bag and heading for the door.

“Wait, how did you know I thought the field would be empty?” He blurted out.

“Because I thought it would be, too… Well, empty except for one.” Potter turned quickly and winked, walking the rest of the way backward. The door closed behind him with a soft thud, leaving Draco with a loss for words and an incredibly soft shirt. Even if it was dastardly muggle.


Writer’s block again. Btw, Draco sends Harry a note in class that says he’s not giving back the shirt. Harry writes back that he’ll give him all the shirts he wants. And so on and so forth. They’re cute, but they’re so damn dorky.

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WHY DO I SUDDENLY FEEL LIKE TAICHI NEVER FORGOT THAT CONVERSATION

More Than This (Stiles Stilinski soulmate imagine)

Summary: a soulmate AU in which you can talk with your soulmate through a link in your minds. Based off the prompt ‘this is yours’.

Word count: 8.1k 

Warnings: just the odd curse here and there!

A/N: I rewrote this prompt three times and I’ve finally come out with something I like! The soulmate AU isn’t something I’ve tackled in this fandom and it’s always been a favourite of mine so I reckoned it was about time…I hope you enjoy it! :) Pls don’t let it flop.

For @fillthevoid-stilinski ‘s writing challenge!! <3

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

Age 16.

“Has it happened yet?”

Glaring at your best friend, you shook your head. “I don’t think it’s something that happens all of a sudden, Amber. Besides, he might not be sixteen yet,” you said, lips twitching as you watched her bounce up and down on your bed. It was the morning of your sixteenth birthday and she’d woken you up at the crack of dawn, demanding to know if it’d happened - if you’d got it.

“You never know,” she pointed out. “They could start speaking any second.”

Nodding hopefully, you layed back on your bed and closed your eyes. “I guess I just need to wait.”

Amber mirrored your actions, laying down beside you. “Tell me the moment you hear something.”

If I hear anything,” you clarified, nodding nevertheless. “Will do.”

For as long as the earth had turned, soulmates had existed. Although there were many connections one shared with their soulmate, there was one fundamental link that could never be turned off - a communication bond. Once sixteen, the tradition was to grow a mental connection with your soulmate in which it was possible to communicate with one another.

Of course, the universe couldn’t make it that easy for you. Your soulmate always had their voice muffled somehow so you never truly knew how they sounded. There were also pieces of information that couldn’t be passed along the link. If you tried to tell them where you lived or where they could find you, they’d hear nothing but blank noise.

To many, the mind link was only a curse. It could be torturous to be so close to your soulmate but have no real way of coming into contact with them, having to rely on fate to bring you together.

To you, however, it was exciting. You were practically bouncing off the walls! Most of the people around you had found their soulmates and never failed to tell you how incredible it’d been to hear their voice for the first time - you were ready to have a similar story. Despite knowing that your soulmate may not yet be sixteen, you were feeling incredibly optimistic that the link would open any minute.

“Y/N,” Amber whined, a few minutes later. “Have you got anything yet?”

Biting your lip, you shook your head. “No, I’ll let you know if I-”

“Hi? Anyone…um, there?”

“-oh my god!” You exclaimed, sitting straight up, eyes wide. “That was a voice! A voice,” you repeated, pointing at your forehead. “Amber, there was a voice in my head.”

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sweet summer love

Summary: Summer love is the best kind of love, and Steve doesn’t know where he’d be without it - or you.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: y’all, Steve has got my ass whipped. enjoy another fic of my favorite boy, and let me know what you think! | masterlist

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

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yours for the night || chapter one

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader, Harrison Osterfield 

Summary: You were looking for a quick fuck, he on the other hand, was not. 

Warnings: alcohol use, smut {18+]

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: welcome all to the first chapter of the series @lustforholland​ and I are collabing on!! we are super super super excited and we have a lot in store for you guys so we hope you enjoy!! we will each take turns posting parts so make sure to keep an eye out on both accounts or keep up with the master post!!


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