and now for something a bit silly

Did I miss something, why is everyone being snarky to Cinema Sins?

Last time I checked it was just a harmless channel pointing out silly little nitpicks and big doofy tropes about movies.  Now people seem to be getting upset about it like it’s some real review show.

Originally posted by yourturnsportasnore

I mean i could have been watching it wrong all this time bit I always got the impression it was just being made for fun.

BTS Reaction | Asking to Call Them Daddy

Request: idk if this is astrology related, but can you tell how they’d react when you ask to call them daddy? thank you!

This is totally astrology related! I based this on their sun, mars, lilith/eros and other various aspects. Hope you enjoy~ (Mature content ahead)

Jin

Your confession was the turning point for him. Before, he tried so hard be a gentleman and control himself, to not give into your irresistible aura. Now, he could finally unleash the beast he had been caging for far too long.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask. Come here princess, Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”

Originally posted by fawnave

Yoongi

Previously, he was surprisingly soft and gentle in bed. He never tried to bring in something new or push you to your limits: as long as you were happy, he was happy. Until now. His wicked side is out to play.

“Daddy? [he chuckles darkly, the dark tone sending chills down your spine] How unoriginal of you. It’s sir to you darling. On your knees. Now.”

Originally posted by 1oyalty

Hoseok

This had been on his “to do” list for a long time, so he’s ecstatic when you bring it up first. He can’t agree so easily, though, there has to be some teasing. He wants you to work for it.

“Daddy huh? Wahhh, my baby girl is so much naughtier than I thought. I ought to punish you for hiding this so long. Bend over my lap, sweetheart.”

Originally posted by parkjewook

Namjoon 

*already unbuckling his belt* 

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

Jimin

He hid his kinky side at the beginning of the relationship, fearing it would change your view on the innocent boy he appears to be. When u tell him of your desires, he’s flustered, but so so eager.

“Mmm really princess? When do you want to try it out? Tomorrow? Tonight? Right now? Daddy is always ready for you.”

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

Taehyung

He doesn’t quite understand at first; thinks the nickname is a bit silly. He’s always willing to please and compromise, but he’s also hooked on the way “Tae!” tumbles out of your mouth in broken whimpers during passionate moments.

“Why though? I think you sound so much prettier moaning out my name, kitten.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook

He’s young, inexperienced, and gets a kick from being submissive. Due to that, he’s never really seen himself in the role you want him to play. But like everything he’s faced with, he takes it as a challenge; something new for him to perfect. And trust me, he will.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, baby girl?”

anonymous asked:

So apparently, baby ducks can imprint. How what would happen is that one day Derek just walks into Deaton's clinic with about ten baby ducks in his arms, which had been following him around all day since they decided for some reason that he is their mom and refused to let him out of their sight .

Derek totally didn’t name them, but, “I think Patrice has abandonment issues.” 

“Abandonment issues?” Deaton asked, blinking, and then “Patrice?” 

Derek just glared, averting his gaze. Alright, so he had named him. But only because it made them easier to tell apart. “Yes,” he gritted through his teeth, holding out the baby ducks for Deaton to take. “I can’t look after them. So here, you have to take them.” 

Deaton shook his head. “I think you’re doing just fine, Derek,” he said in a way that could either mean ‘fuck off’ or ‘these ducklings are part of some bigger plan that I’m not going to tell you about’ and then walked away. Just like that. 

The bastard.

~

Later that evening, Stiles came home to find Derek….and several ducklings on his bed. 

“Please tell me that’s not the pack,” was the first thing he said, panicked that he wasn’t feeling just as panicked about that scenario as he should be. He wasn’t going to lie and say the thought of Jackson being turned into a baby duck didn’t amuse him. 

Greatly.

“No, it’s not the pack,” Derek answered, rolling his eyes, letting one crawl into his hands. “I think….” he frowned. “I don’t think they have…parents.”

“Oh?” Stiles asked, carefully watching Derek’s face. 

“Yeah, “ Derek nodded, all serious and utterly adorable. “And….I don’t know what to do.”  It was hard to read Derek most of the time, but Stiles thought he was getting better at it and this was definitely Derek speak for: ‘I found these baby animals and now I am scared I’m going to hurt them because I don’t have the best track record. SOS, send help, I am a tragic, brooding, beautiful mess’.

Okay, so maybe not the last part. But Stiles was definitely on to Derek.

Derek looked up at Stiles then, as if reading his thoughts, like Stiles had all the answers to the universe. Usually, Stiles was flattered when Derek came to him for help. Well, not flattered, per se. Smug. Smug was the word he’d use. He liked being smug around Derek, his own personal fucked up foreplay. But right now, something different was tingling in the pit of his stomach. He felt warm, and maybe just a little bit helpless. He wasn’t sure if it was a feeling he necessarily liked. 

“Well, how about we start with a pond?” he suggested, leaning back against his bedroom door, resisting the urge to grab his phone and snap a picture.

“A pond?” Derek’s eyebrows shot up. “You mean, like, build a pond?” He started shaking his head, like the thought terrified him. 

Silly, beautiful wolf.

Stiles shrugged. “Why not? You have the money, don’t you? Plus, I think they like you.” He winked and Derek flushed, right to the tips of his ears. Stiles laughed.

“Come on, sourwolf,” he grinned, shaking his head, picking up his backpack from where he had dumped it on the floor. “Let’s go make us a home.” 

~

“It’s your turn to feed them,” Stiles groaned, turning in Derek’s arms. He swore he could hear the ducks already quacking impatiently. “Please, babe, I’ll do anything if I don’t have to get up right now. I’ll even blow you. Twice. It’s so waaaaaarm.” He stretched, like the lazy cat he was, and smiled all the way down to his toes. 

“Don’t call me ‘babe’,” was the only reply he received.

Stiles groaned again. “Sweetheart?” he tried, instead. “Honey? Chicken pot pie of my life?” 

For that, his Derek Hale shaped cover was snatched away from him. 

“What’s wrong with chicken pot pie???” he yelled, heart broken. Utterly, utterly heart broken. No, betrayed. Derek was mean. 

“Nothing, if you want to stay married to me, noodle.

Stiles grimaced. Okay, they’d work on their pet names for each other outside of sex later. They couldn’t just stick with ‘asshole’ - it was starting to lose its meaning when they fought. 

Shoving a pillow in Derek’s face, because when was that ever not satisfying, Stiles crawled to the side of the bed - and because he had no dignity - rolled out of it. “See if you get any sex when I get back,” he called over his shoulder, grabbing Derek’s boxers on the way out of the door.  

Derek only grinned when Stiles looked back, already falling back to sleep. 

Stiles refused to find it adorable. 

anonymous asked:

You and H get into a fight at Anne's house while staying there please

It had been a stressful week for not only Harry, but you as well. And although you tried hard not to let your mood affect Harry, he wasn’t doing a great job at doing that himself.
Harry was sweet; a gentleman, that until he was pissed off and stressed. He became cold and would have his anger triggered by the slightest thing. Normally, he’d apologize an hour or two after he snaps which sends you both to your happy relationship again, both of you talking everything out.

But it had been a week, not a few hours. You had problems at work, the home cooked meal that you had been dying to try to cook from the internet was burned, you dropped your phone down the toilet and you had two cherries on top; Harry and your period.
But a week ago, Anne had invited you and Harry for dinner along with Gemma.

Harry was dependent on the fact that you remembered that tonight was the dinner night, getting ready with no words shared. You changed in the bathroom while he changed in the bedroom; something that you hadn’t done in so long.

The drive to Anne’s house was agonizing. No tunes playing and no words shared, just the uncomfortable silence and the murmurs of “for fuck’s sake”’s that left Harry’s lips whenever someone did something stupid on the road.
When you arrived to Anne’s house, you expected Harry to stay and at least say anything, anything at all. But Harry was the first to get out of the car. You sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out, following Harry who now stood on the doorstep and had already rung the door bell.

“Awe! Come inside!” Anne instantly opened the door, pulling the both of you inside before hugging Harry tightly. “Someone needs to shave that.” She patted his chin.

He chuckled, “Was meaning to, slipped out of my mind.”

“Move along, now. I want to greet my future daughter-in-law.” Anne giggled, pushing Harry aside.

You tensed. Although it was something Anne had always said but now, you weren’t sure how to feel about it; how Harry felt about it. You hugged Anne tightly, almost as if she was putting you back together.

“I miss you, too, but I do know that this is not just a greeting hug.” Anne whispered, rubbing your back soothingly.

You didn’t realize your eyes were tearful until you pulled back and Anne cooed sympathetically and pulled you back for another hug. “Is it my son? Did he do this?”

You only sniffled, pulling away to wipe your tears. “Can we talk about this later, please?” You asked quietly.

“Of course.” Anne rubbed your back before you both walked towards the living room where you were engulfed in a hug by Gemma the second she saw you.

She then punched you in the arm, making you wince and hold it. “What was that for?”

“For me having to find out you got promoted from Sarah the other day. We should have celebrated!” Gemma whined.

You bit your lip, feeling Harry’s eyes on you in confusion and shock.

“Uh, it'a nothing really.” You chuckled nervously, shrugging.

“Oh, stop with being humble now, silly. Of course it’s something! Gem, take out the champagne.” Anne grinned. “And come help me with setting up the table.”

“I’ll help you.” You said quickly, walking towards her.

“Nonsense. Gemma owes me a favor for something anyway.” Anne smiled.

“Do I?” Gemma asked, looking at Anne confusingly who shot her a glare, “Oh,” She whispered, “Oh! I do, yeah.”
Anne grabbed her giggling daughter’s arm, dragging her behind her and towards the kitchen.

You sighed, sitting on the chair opposite to the couch where Harry sat.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got promoted?” Harry asked.

Your head snapped towards him in shock before a bitter chuckle left your lips. “Really? Really, Harry?”

“What?”

“I texted you the day I got it. Told you I have big exciting news. You came home, fucking looked me in the eyes when I had dinner for both of us, candlelit might I add and then you went to bed.” You whisper yelled, not wanting Anne or Gemma to hear.

For a moment, guilt washed over Harry’s face before he turned cold again. “You didn’t even check on me to see if I was fine that day.”

You gasped, “Are you listening to yourself right now?”

“I am actually, yes, very well.” Harry said sarcastically, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Why am I the one who always has to give up my comfort for you? You haven’t touched me, let alone talk to me at all for the past week. Every time I try, you find a way to turn it to a fight. You have been so fucking selfish, Harry.” You let the tears fall.

“I’m being selfish? So I have to fucking pamper you like a child now to actually show I care? What do you want me to do? Buy you stuff? Is that what you want? Is that the kind of comfort you want, Y/N?!” Harry shouted, standing up.

“What are you trying to say, Harry?” You gasped, standing up. “Are you telling me that I’ve been in this relationship for 2 years because I want your money? Is that what you’re trying to say?” You shouted, getting closer to him as he rubbed his face with his hands with a groan. “I told you that you haven’t touched me nor talk to me and you think I want you treating me like I’m a child?”

“Listen, this isn’t what I meant. I’m so-”

“If you’re not happy anymore then just say it. Break up with me. But doing this,” You cried, gesturing between you, “This is hurting me so much, Harry.” You let your head fall, sobbing.

“No, no,” Harry quickly put his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “Fuck,” He whispered under his breath, “I would never want to break up. I am happy with you.” He cooed.

“You sure don’t act like it.” You mumbled, not hugging him back.

Harry sighed before sitting down on the couch, taking a hold of your arm and pulling you down gently to him to make you sit on his lap where he wrapped his arms around you. “I know this isn’t an excuse for how much of a dick I have been but I’m so scared of how fast my life is going right now, my career. I started taking it out on you because you’re the only one who doesn’t give me shit for being myself and I guess,” He paused, shaking his head, “I guess I took this for granted. I’m so sorry, baby. I love you, so much. I’m sorry I have been a massive dick for the past week and I’m terribly sorry for not celebrating your promotion and making it seem like it didn’t matter to me. I really am proud of you, love. So much.”

“You really were a massive dick.” You mumbled, fiddling with your fingers.

Harry chuckled, tightening his hold around you before pecking your cheek. “I really was.”

“I love you, too.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him, burying your head in his neck.

“I’ll be better, I promise. I’ll make it all up to you.” He whispered, his head nuzzling in your shoulder as he closed his eyes in satisfaction and comfort. Now he knew what had he been missing.

“Dinner and champagne are ready!” Anne announced with a cheerful tone.

“Also, no make up sex!” Gemma shouted before you both heard a smack and Gemma wince, “Just kidding, just kidding!”

You both laughed before walking towards the two, now with happy and warm smiles.

More things you shouldn’t say to your little!

Inspired by this post.



🐦 “I don’t have time to deal with this.” There is always a better way to put that.

Try: “Little one, daddy/mommy is really busy right now but I pinky promise later we can (play, color, watch ____, make _____)”


🐦 “You’re talking too much.” Don’t say this to anyone. Period. At all. But especially NOT your little. They are comfortable enough to open up so please listen. If they get a bit too much, try “honey, inside voices,” but don’t tell them not to talk.


🐦 “I can’t do everything for you.” We dont ask for everything. We just need help with some stuff. If you literally cannot take two seconds out of your day for something that may seem silly, like holding a stuffie while we try to dress it or maybe getting something from a high shelf; Find a better way to tell us. Try “Okay, sweetheart, give me a minute to finish _____ and I will do my best to help.”


🐦 “Could you just act like an adult for ten minutes?!” No. Uh, we can but not because you’re yelling at us to. We get upset too. We get stressed too. We cope differently which may cause us to regress in stressful situations but TRUST ME that is so much better than us not being able to regress for a long while because we failed to when we needed to. We get a lot worse than you think. Be patient. Be calm. Whatever is going on will pass but yelling at somebody who isn’t equipped to handle it isn’t going to help. Yelling at somebody who loves you dearly isn’t going to help.


🐦 “You’re a bad (girl/boy/little).” Unless in playful context, which should be made obvious, this phrase can be horribly damaging. Tears will happen. Esteem will drop. Blaming ourselves will be a big thing and the situation will overall get worse. If we act up or do something you don’t like, be patient; explain to us what we did, and if we repeat it again, act as necessary.


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We aren’t flawless, but neither are you. Please be patient and understand that you get more bees with honey than with vinegar.

on failure

I know you’re feeling so gutted right now, I know that you’re probably reevaluating everything you’ve ever wanted, I know how your self esteem has probably dropped 6 points on the cartesian plane of your existence. But let me tell you something I wish I was told 24 hours ago. You can do better. You will do better. Sure, mope for a bit, cry, take some time off but get right back into it. Look over your mistakes, create a tally of the types of mistakes you’ve made and find the source of these mistakes. Silly errors… lack of practice? Mind blanks… did you know the content without cues? Have a notebook where you write down all of this feedback. It’s time to get back up and hit harder than you’ve ever hit before.

BTS Reaction to you being silly and clingy when sleepy

request: bts reaction of them thinking you are drunk, but you are just really silly and clingy when sleepy

A/N: I hope you enjoy this one :) it’s pretty ehh
[requests are open]

-Kim Seokjin-

At first Jin would be upset and concerned over the thought of you drinking and getting drunk, but he soon noticed the sleepy look that was evident in your eyes. He’d shake his head, watching as you sang a song and made a silly dance to go with it. Jin couldn’t help but think of how adorable you were in this state of sleepiness. Gently tugging your hand, he pulled you to him and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “Let’s go to sleep, yeah? You being tired seems to make you a bit silly dear.” he’d say as he picked you up and carried you to the room.

Originally posted by sugaa

-Kim Namjoon-

Namjoon would begin to feel irritated at the thought of you being drunk, knowing you tend to do weird things whenever you’re in that state. He frowned down at you sitting on the living room floor with Taehyung, making funny faces and laughing. With a sigh, he crouched next to you and asked, “Have you been drinking (y/n)?” You looked at him and frowned. “Of course not! I know you don’t lik-” you said, cutting yourself off with a yawn. His faced softened as he realized you were just tired, with another yawn confirming his assumption. “Let’s go to bed babydoll, I can see that you’re tired. I’m sorry for assuming.” he’d say with a smile.

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

-Min Yoongi-

Just like Namjoon, he would be irritated with you. He rolled his eyes at your silly actions and huff under his breath. “I thought I told you not to drink (y/n).” he’d say, pulling you to a stop and frowning at you. “I didn’t.” you’d reply with a frown of your own. You were about to say something else when you yawned. Noticing the bags under your eyes, he sighed. “Why didn’t you say you were tired? We could’ve gone home.” he said with a shake of his head. “Let’s go then. I’m pretty sure I need a nap too.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

-Jung Hoseok-

Hoseok would be amused with your actions. You’d whine every time he attempted to leave the room, clinging to him and begging for him to stay where he was. At first he thought you were drunk but thought better of it. He knew you weren’t one to drink but a clingy (y/n) was something he never seen before. Noticing you were falling asleep, he pulled you close to him and stroked your hair. “Rest now jagiya, you’ve had a long day and you deserve the sleep.” he whispered.

Originally posted by jhope-shi

-Park Jimin-

Jimin would be confused with how you were acting. He knew the way you acted when drunk was different each time, so he had the idea of that running through his mind. He let out a sigh and ran a hand over his face. He loved you, but sometimes you were just a bit too crazy. Your silly dancing had stopped and he looked over at you sitting on the edge of the bed. Sitting next to you, the only thing he could smell was your body wash, no scent of alcohol seemed to be anywhere. You yawned, causing Jimin to smile and pull you down with him. “Sleep now princess.” he said.

Originally posted by bwipsul

-Kim Taehyung-

Taehyung would be laughing at the state you were in. Your actions amused him and the way you begged for him not to leave had his heart feeling warm. Even if you were drunk  or not, he always thought you were cute. Singing silly songs, making faces, and weird dancing had him smiling. “I think you’ve had enough alcohol (y/n).” he would say with a small grin. Turning to him, while still jumping on the bed, you replied with “But I haven’t had any Tae.” He would frown, about to say something, when a loud yawn escaped your lips. “That must be why you’re so silly, you’re trying to stay awake. Go to sleep, you need it.” he smiled.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

-Jeon Jungkook-

Jungkook would feel alarmed when you began to act a lot like Taehyung. He looked over at you and began to wonder what you had to drink. He’d watch as you made lame jokes and weird faces. Shaking his head, he took you by the waist and said, “What in the world have you been drinking (y/n)?” He noticed the sleepy look that seemed to fill your eyes. “Have you been drinking?” he asked. Shaking your head no, Jungkook looked at you. “You need sleep. You’re probably sleep deprived, no wonder you’re acting weird.” he muttered.

Originally posted by jeonwilds

How To Make A Scene More Heartfelt

I’ve written another post about love/romantic scenes sort of similar to this one, called Kiss Scenes 101: How To Write The Perfect Kiss. If that would be useful to you, I definitely recommend you check it out.

♡ Vocabulary ♡

Use appropriate vocabulary in context of the scene. Try not to use words that would hit your reader like a truck in the middle of what is supposed to be a sappy, heartfelt scene. It will bring your reader’s moment to a screeching halt, and ruin the whole vibe.

♡ Inner Monologue ♡

Don’t gloss over what your character(s) is thinking and what is rushing through their heads in the heartfelt moments of your story. If the voice in their head is flipping out and thinking of all of the ways they could ruin their first kiss but they don’t have time to complete a thought and all of a sudden everything is happening and their thought process is interrupted by the love interest’s lips meeting theirs, illustrate that for your reader. Most of the time, the unspoken reactions to what’s going on is the best part of the actual scene.

♡ Dialogue ♡

Please, please, please don’t forget that in a heartfelt scene, it’s not just staring at each other and thinking loud enough for the reader to hear. There is actual communication going on, even if only non-verbal, and it’s important to include dialogue. This also touches on the previously mentioned vocabulary point: please keep a bit of believability in the actions of the characters. Chances are, a high school boy wouldn’t part from a kiss and seriously say “you’re the wind beneath my wings, darling”. That will make your reader laugh, and in some cases that’s a good thing, but when you’re trying to tug the heart strings, leave the cheesy, face-palm worthy moments out of it.

♡ Connections ♡

A really good thing to include in heartfelt scenes is connections to other bits of the story, like the very beginning of the story when the main character was clumsy and had a silly little crush that has turned into something so big that the character is now reflecting on in a serious turning point of their relationship. Or maybe the main character is crying over a break up and is walking around their once shared home, the memories that the reader has already read and experienced are replaying at hyper speed, making the character break down before the reader’s eyes. Connections can make the scene bitter, sweet, or both at the same time.

♡ References ♡

Kind of like making connections, references to certain details of the story can make the reader feel faux nostalgia, and can make the scene even more amazing. Maybe the love interest quotes something the main character said when they first met, or something drifts through the main character’s head that brings the reader back to a previous heartfelt scene that was meant to stick with them. 

♡ Reader’s Ability To Relate To The Situation ♡

Ok, so this is the big one. One of the biggest parts of reading scenes like this is being able to read the emotion, recognize it, and feel it personally. This kind of relates to that stereotype that girls read crappy romance novels after a breakup and cry about their lost relationship (been there, honestly). Well, there’s a catharsis that comes with this, and in order to make a scene really hit the reader, you need to take advantage of the opportunity to magnify the strong emotions. To do this, make the details relatively vague or relatable to the majority of people. Regular things that a person would think or do in that situation that a person can read and use to put their self in the role of the main character. It’s important to pay close attention to the little details when it comes to making a scene relatable, because it can make or break the scene altogether.


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anonymous asked:

Bts reactions to gf candy-kissing them ( you know? Passing a candy through a kiss )

Jin

  • shocked
  • “jagi what is that!?”
  • spits it out
  • laughs uncontrollably
  • “aish that was kind of sweet…”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Suga

  • accepts it into his mouth
  • closes his eyes and just laughs
  • “you’re something else you know that?”
  • kisses you again

Originally posted by sugastoungetechonawlogy

Namjoon

  • “what’s this all about, baby?”
  • leans in to you
  • hands on your knees
  • “we’re trading candy now, huh?”
  • hooks hand around your neck
  • kisses you deeply

Originally posted by bangtannecks

J Hope

  • startled
  • “WHAT WAS THAT, WHAT IS THIS, IS IT DANGEROUS!?”
  • mouth open, candy resting on tongue
  • starts laughing when you explain what it is
  • kisses your cheek
  • giggles and gently pats your cheek

Originally posted by yoongis--babygirl

Jimin

  • eye smiles
  • “i’m not sure if that’s cute or sexy, jagi-ah”
  • a bit turned on
  • pulls you into his lap
  • stretches arm over your thighs
  • “i love you”

Originally posted by ciutae

V

  • teeth smile
  • “what are you doing, silly?”
  • giggles while he comes back in for a kiss
  • hand sliding up your thigh
  • eye contact

Originally posted by btstaehyunged

Jungkook

  • “..and what do you think you’re doing?”
  • pulls you on top of him
  • lays back, leaving you straddling his waist
  • interlaces all his fingers with yours
  • pushes his body slightly up into yours as he comes in to kiss you again
  • passes you back the candy with his tongue
  • “now how do you like it, baby?”
  • sexy smiles

Originally posted by roselstra

shut up im not a slave to kooks sexiness 

You’re My Favorite

In honor of H’s 23 birthday, enjoy this little one shot! :) 

Plot: What to get to the man who has everything?

Warnings: None. 

Three weeks to H’s Birthday:

“Baby,” Harry groaned exasperation. His eyes rolled back and he let his head drop for a moment, appearing to be completely and utterly done with the subject I had been bugging him with for a few hours now as well as over the past days.

Harry’s birthday present.

And still, he was being close to no help. His eyes met mine and I whined, wanting him to take me seriously, because even though we (admittedly) had been discussing this topic a bit too long now, he somehow still didn’t understand my point.
Birthdays were something I took very seriously, especially Harry’s. It was the first time for me to celebrate his birthday with him given that our relationship was only a few months old and all I wanted was him to be showered with love and spoiled silly. I wanted to make him happy.
Planning his day wasn’t the problem, it was easy. I would spend the night before with him, mainly so I could make sure him being spoiled would start early in the morning already (breakfast in bed, maybe some sex) but most of all I wanted to stay with him because I knew how Harry didn’t like having to sleep and wake up alone. It made my heart ache a little bit and fall even more in love with his sensitive and gentle soul and so I liked the idea of him not having to do that on his birthday, too.
Later, we would have lunch with his mother, sister and step-father so we would be able to exchange gifts quietly and just in the presence of his immediate family. Harry absolutely adored them and I knew he’d love being able to be with just his family for a while, before his friends would join us for a dinner at his favorite restaurant. It was a simple plan and wouldn’t entail too many surprises for him, but I knew that would be what Harry enjoyed most. All of his life was always extravagant and a big deal, so I imagined him having simple family time would be just what he’d need.
What had been giving me a headache for a while now was the most difficult question I’d ever had to ask myself. What makes a good present to a person who could buy the world?

“You are so difficult sometimes,” I argued quietly, nudging Harry’s hip with my own.

We were standing in my tiny kitchen and cooking dinner together, well, less cooking and more arguing about his upcoming birthday. The pans were still empty and the table wasn’t set either. Three weeks. I had three weeks left to get him the perfect present and I was absolutely clueless.

Harry laughed. “Says the one who’s been worrying herself silly over a present for a birthday who’s almost a month away.”  

I rolled my eyes. “Maybe I just shouldn’t get you anything then. If I’m just being silly.”

My body turned and I went to reach for two wine glasses, almost dropping them when Harry startled me by wrapping both of his arms around my waist. His chest hit my back and I squealed when his head buried itself into my neck, releasing puffs of hot breath, making me squeal.

“You wouldn’t do that,” he murmured quietly, sounding like a little boy who’d been denied… well, his birthday present.

“Oh wouldn’t I, Styles?” I giggled, squeezing his wrists through the thick material of his grey jumper.

He shook his head, lips ghosting over my skin and I relaxed into him. “Don’t think you would.”

And of course I wouldn’t. But I really was lost. In my imagination, I could see his face lighting up with that beautiful smile of his and his pretty eyes would sparkle in surprise and happiness. I wanted that image to be reality, had seen him wear the expression on other occasions before and I wanted to be the reason why he wore it on his birthday. And the one bloody thing needed for that to happen was missing. An idea.

Two weeks to H’s Birthday:

In my desperate situation I’d called up the only person I could think of, who knew Harry better than anybody else did. His mother. Anne and I were sat in a small cafe just around the corner of where Harry lived. I held my mug of hot chocolate tightly and listened eagerly to the stories Anne had to tell, all of them involving a much younger version of Harry. Anne waved her hands in the air, mimicking Harry’s desperate attempt of rollerblading and I laughed out loud.

“He sounds like he was an incredibly clumsy child,” I giggled.

“Oh he was,” Anne smiled with a nod, “Still is, really. You’ve seen how he used to stumble around on stage. Even broke his foot once, the silly boy.”

“Oh right, I forgot about that!”

Anne chuckled and kindly offered me some of her cookie, which I happily accepted.

“So,” she began, handing me a piece of her desert, “I’m sure there’s a other reason behind you summoning me, other then hearing stories you can mock my son with later.”

I laughed gently and nodded. “Though, I could listed to those stories all day, I did call because I have a problem I was hoping you could help me with.”

A small frown took over Anne’s kind features and she set down her cup. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing too serious,” I quickly assured, not wanting her to worry, “It’s going to sound silly to you, I’m sure. But I just can’t come up with a good idea for a gift for Harry.”

My eyes met hers and I sensed that she was about to ask if I was kidding, because of course it sounded stupid to anyone else, and so I carried on quickly.

“His birthday, is coming closer and closer and I can’t figure out what to get him! That man has everything and if he doesn’t, then he buys it the next day. And even when I finally find something he hasn’t seen before but would love, it costs so much more than what I have! It’s so frustrating ‘cause all I want is to make him happy and surprise him with something nice but I can’t even get him something as simple as clothing! He came around with a cardigan just yesterday that cost £5000! I don’t even own anything that expensive! That piece of clothing he loves, is worth two months of my rent.”

Anne bit her lower lip, her expression serious again and I sighed. I felt so whiny and like an uncreative child, but I really was at my wit’s end.

“It’s the first birthday I get to spend with him and I’m going to fail him completely.”

My eyes lowered to my mug and I tapped the porcelain lightly, feeling defeated.

“Sweetheart,” Anne said kindly, “Harry will love whatever it is you get him. He adores you.”

A small smiled tugged at my lips and I blushed at her words. “I don’t want him to like it simply 'cause it’s from me, though.”

I raised the cup of chocolate to my lips and took a sip, then decided to just come clean with my greatest worry.

“The women he’s been with before me,” I began quietly, avoiding Anne’s patient gaze, “were rich enough to get him the world. What if he realizes that I’m just not… I don’t know. Suitable for his standards?”

The worry sounded stupid when it’d come to my mind the first time, but it’d stayed. Kendall Jenner, the last girl Harry had been involved with before me, was probably just as, if not even richer than he was himself. Same counted for Taylor Swift. They could go wherever he wanted to go, dress just as expensively and rent entire venues for him to host his party. Me? I had to scrap anything I had together every single month so I could afford my tiny apartment in London. Harry of course was aware that I couldn’t afford the same lifestyle as he had, but sometimes, especially when he came around with a £5000 cardigan, I wondered if he was aware how much money he actually had compared to what ordinary people earned.
When I dared looking at Anne again, she surprised me by wearing a bright smile. Both of her hands reached over the table and she took hold of my own, squeezing my fingers in a comforting gesture.

“Him thinking you aren’t suitable for him is absolutely and a hundred percent impossible, Y/N. Believe me.”

“You think so?” I asked timidly.

She nodded, still smiling confidently.

“The women Harry was with in the past,” she shook her head, pausing for a moment, then she continued, “were lovely, sure. But they never stayed around long. They never mattered to him as much as you do. He never brought one home, only introduced them casually over a dinner or sometimes not at all. Trust me, sweetheart, you are the first one he’s let get close to his heart and I can see it every day. You might not notice it because you’ve never seen him without it, but since you’re in his life, there’s an extra sparkle in his eyes and his smile is just a tiny little bit wider. He told me he’s been getting more sleep and that he even learned how to cook. That’s your influence on him, I know that. You’re taking care of him and that means the world. So trust me on this, you give him enough of what he couldn’t get himself every day. No birthday present could ever make you a failure to him.”

“Oh, Anne,” I almost squealed, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. I squeezed her fingers in return and sniffled, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.

She squeezed my hands once more and just like her son, her comforting aura was enough to ease me.

“And besides,” she continued in a giggle, “if he thinks I’m getting him anything even remotely close to £5000, he’s gone mad.”

H’s Birthday:

My lips lingered on the warm skin of Harry’s cheek and I giggled when I felt his smile beneath my lips. Harry’s hand found mine on his knee and he interlocked our fingers, humming quietly in appreciation. I could hear Gemma snicker at our interaction and I pressed another kiss to his jaw, then I withdrew. Harry’s eyes found mine and I could read his surprise in them. Normally I wasn’t as touchy feely with him when his family was around, but today I couldn’t help myself. My Harry was officially 23 years old. I couldn’t believe it.
We were sat on the couch in Harry’s living room, Gemma, Anne, Robing, Harry and me. There was cake and coffee on the small table along with the presents we’d bought for him. So far, the day had gone neatly and after the chat I had had with Anne, I felt confident about my choice of present, too.
Harry seemed so happy, relaxed and like he was enjoying himself. Just like I had intended to do, I’d been showering him with love all day long, waking him up with kisses and embracing him every few minutes. For breakfast I’d made him pancakes, bacon and eggs, making sure that the only healthy thing he got was a smoothie. And the sex well, had been mind-blowing.  
I squeezed Harry’s fingers tightly and blushed when he pressed his lips to my own cheek for a moment, as he wasn’t too much into PDA himself either, then he turned to engage in the conversation his family was leading.

“Harry,” Robing began, “I know you’re not a kid anymore, but do you want me to initiate that it’s time for you to get your presents?”

“That would be great,” Harry laughed, letting his arm rest around my waist in a loose hold.

I smiled at him lovingly and felt my stomach flutter when Harry pulled me even closer into his side, sharing his warmth with me. How did he always smell so good?
The first present he opened was Gemma’s. He let go of me and got up to hug her in thanks and joked about how it was the exact same thing he’d been thinking of getting her only weeks ago and she giggled, muttering a “liar” under her breath. Next came Anne and Robin’s present, then came mine. My fingers itched and I swallowed. Though I wasn’t worried about Harry not liking my present, I was very eager to see the excited expression on his face.

“S'big,” Harry said, giving me an impressed glance when he picked up the box I’d wrapped neatly with blue wrapping paper.

He carefully began to pull at it with care as if the paper wasn’t actually meant to be ripped apart and I giggled, resting one of my hands on his shoulder to squeeze it. He was so adorable.
Once finished, he began to tap the cartoon box as if expecting a noise and I giggled at his comedic and silly behavior. Anne shook her head at him but the smile plastered on her face was a big enough sign that she was just as delighted to be here with her son as I was. With careful fingers Harry continued to open the box and my heart squeezed when he smiled instantly.
Since I hadn’t been able to decide on one present for him, I’d gotten him several.
The first item Harry revealed was a bottle of massage oil, his favorite with the soft smell of almond mixed with vanilla. I’d remembered the many evenings where I’d found him on his couch, face a grimace of pain and exhaustion where he claimed nothing could ease and soothe him better than my fingers massaging his tense muscles. Though I was tired on most night when I came home after a long day, I’d always given in. Seeing Harry unhappy was enough of a persuasion to make me help him.

“For when your back is acting up again,” I murmured quietly, allowing my hand to run down Harry’s back in a soothing gesture, “Won’t even complain about it, I promise.”

He chuckled and nodded, setting the bottle to the side before sticking his hand back into the box in search for the next item I’d gotten him.

“Oh I wanted to get that one myself!” Gemma exclaimed when Harry held up the navy blue nail polish.

“Do you think I can pull this color off?” Harry asked me, a smile on his face. “S'a bit flashy, don’t you think?”

“It’s blue, Harry,” I laughed, “Pink would be flashy. And of course you and pull this off. There’s nothing you couldn’t, really.”

The next and last item Harry pulled out of the box was a small journal, similar to the one he already owned.

“I saw yours is almost full,” I explained when Harry smiled at the new journal.

It had the same leather cover as his other one did and since he’d decorated it with small stickers and words, I’d allowed myself to leave my own small message to him. A tiny inscription saying you’re my favorite right at the bottom of the right corner. I’d scraped it into the leather, making it a permanent decoration so he’d have something to remind him of me when we were forced to be apart.

Harry actually blushed when his thumb stroke over the words and he momentarily leaned into my side. My heart hammered in my chest.

“Open it,” I whispered quietly.

He glanced at me briefly, then he opened it slowly. At first he didn’t see it, but once he turned some of the pages he noticed that some of them were already used. And once he began to read what I’d written, he teared up. The grin on his face grew, revealing his loveably dimples and his widened.

“Y/N,” Harry sighed and shook his head.

His fingers kept on running over the paper and he swallowed visibly. He looked as if he found it difficult to believe what his eyes were reading and one of his hands found mine.

“What?” Anne asked, leaning up so she could catch a peek as well.

“They’re just some notes about us,” I explained.

But they weren’t really, not just some notes. I’d filled the pages with small texts and short sentences, all of them about Harry and me. They were tiny stories about us, remembering our first kiss, the one we’d shared standing on Jack’s balcony while all of our friends were celebrating and partying indoors. The second paragraph I wrote about how I’d felt when I’d first met Harry, how excited I’d been and how I hadn’t stopped thinking of him since then. I even admitted that I’d fallen a tiny bit in love with him already.
Harry’s eyes were still teary when he read a few more pages, then he closed the book.

“I love it.”

The words were whispered to the journal, his head held low. His hands clenched around the item and he sniffled noisily. My fingers squeezed his hand and I pressed another kiss to his arm. This was better than having wearing a wide grin. The present, one that I’d gotten him for a reasonable price, had actually made him speechless.

“I’m glad, Harry,” I giggled.

Hope you enjoyed it! Thank you to every single one of you who takes the time to read my one shots! I’m so excited and happy about every note I get. 

Rest of what I wrote: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist

The Beautiful Mess

Creators Summit, a silly, fun event YouTubers went to go and meet other YouTube creators. For Sean, the best part was meeting his friends again, since he lived farther away. It was always a treat to see Mark especially, well his boyfriend. It was the first day there and YouTube wanted to give the YouTubers a day to themselves and just relax, tomorrow would be a fun filled event.

Sean was waiting in a hotel room for Mark. Well their hotel room, they decided to share rooms since it was nice to be closer. Sean had gotten an earlier flight, since there was an attendant who offered the ticket to Sean. There were open seats on that flight and even though it wasn’t the same airplane company he usually rode with, he decided it’d be fun to be earlier by an hour.

Mark still thought that Sean’s plane was landing, which meant Mark was bound to come back in the room. It was a little surprise Sean planned. All of Mark’s stuff that he needed was still in the room like his wallet, car keys, etcetera. He texted Mark and smiled sending, ‘Hey, I just landed!’

Five minutes passed before he got a text back, 'Okay babe, I’ll be at the airport in twenty, is that okay?’ his eyes widened slightly. That meant Mark was now in a rush to get to the room. That was actually adorable…

'Perfect, thanks Markimoo. See you soon!’ He texted and sat on the bed cris cross, he waited for another text or something and a minute or two later he heard foot steps thumping quickly toward the door, he could only assume as his boyfriend. He sat up straight and faced toward the door on the edge of the bed in excitement and anxiousness.

Sean sat still as he heard muttering on the other side, some curse words and the poor guy probably had trouble opening the door. Sean stifled a laugh and got up to open the door. Sean turned the handle which lead Mark to mutter a “what the hell?” from the other side of the door.

Sean, with nervousness and excitement, opened the door and smiled brightly as he met eyes with his boyfriend.

“You forgot your key-” He was quickly cut off by Mark’s lips, pressed gently against Sean’s, sending the Irishman into pure bliss. Sean’s eyes fluttered close as his arms wrapped around Mark’s neck and Mark’s arms found their way around Sean’s waist.

Mark was the first to pull away from the kiss and a smile spread across his lips. “I missed you” Mark whispered and removed some of Sean’s green hair away from his eyes ever so gently.

“That’s why I got an earlier flight-” that’s when Sean noticed, Mark was shirtless and wet droplets coming down his bare chest and half wet hair.

Sean took in the sight of Mark’s presence, seeing the outline of his biceps and his eyes widened slightly seeing every outline of his abs on his chest.

“Sorry, I was out swimming in the indoor pool a couple levels up. Is that alright love?” Mark said tracing his thumb underneath the band of Sean’s grey sweatpants

•••

“What are you doing?” The ebony haired boy asked as his boyfriend plopped down on the bed, stomach first.

“Existential Crisis…” Dan mumbled as he buried his face into the snow white pillows.

“You wanna talk about it?” Phil spoke up as he went over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Yes please.” His voice was muffled in the soft pillow as he moved over for Phil. This usually happened, especially outside of Britain.

“Come here.” Phil said softly and positioned Dan so the brunette’s head was resting across his lap.

Phil gently started playing with Dan’s curly brown hair getting ready to listen. This had happened many times back in England, usually Phil would get Dan some hot chocolate or tea then wrap him up in a blanket. Now that they were in California this was the best they could do at the moment.

“Why do certain people think being different is so bad they start killing tons of people? What’s so wrong with liking the same gender or what’s wrong with liking two genders? Is it really so bad that the values of one person loving the same sex is worth a bombing? Is anything even worth bombing? Why do bombs exist?”

Dan was rambling and Phil knew not to interrupt, even if it was comforting words. It was Dan’s time for his thoughts to leave, plus it was pleasant just to do this every now and then. Letting Dan express himself as Phil would just give him acknowledgment that he was listening. To Phil, his favorite part was when Dan would fall asleep in the middle of a sentence and Phil got to see Dan sleep talk.

Fifteen minutes passed and Dan’s voice was much quieter and muttered out as he had completely gone side tracked and was now talking about dogs and their values, like most times. Even if the topic seemed a little taboo, Phil knew not to chuckle or let out a laugh of any kind. It was just rude and Dan might hold back certain thoughts in the future.

“and-and the dogs, they don’t get as much love as some dogs get which could~” and out like a light. Dan’s eyes had been closed for the last minute or two and now his breathing was a little heavier. Phil still gently ran his fingers through Dan’s hair.

Phil just sat there admiring his boyfriend, playing with his hair as a good boyfriend would do. He admired all of Dan’s features as his fingers brushed against his right cheek gently all the way to his jaw. He stifled a laugh when his fingers dipped underneath his jaw. He knew Dan had a very sensitive neck and could just moan from a touch of it.

His index finger caressed the side of his neck as he heard Dan let out a slight whimper, unsure if he was asleep or not, Phil decided to just not test Dan anymore and leave him at peace. He was about to pull Dan under the covers so he could sleep, until he felt Dan shift so his head was now sideways on Phil’s lap.

He let out a low groan as his fingers that were once simple actions, now sinful. He turned Dan’s head slightly so he could feel Dan’s breath against his clothed member. He was slowly getting turned on.

Phil shook his head, knowing it was wrong so he decided to just put them to bed and figure it out the next morning. Phil removed his hands from Dan’s hair and place his hands on Dan’s shoulders, about to bring him up into bed. That’s when Dan’s face rotated so his mouth was directly on Phil’s clothed groin. He let out a quiet groan and bit his tongue. Before he knew it, Dan’s eyes drifted open.

“Am I doing something wrong?” Dan said mouthing it on the tip of Phil’s groin. Then Dan had a sweet, innocent brown eyed look.

•••

Nothing’s worse then being sore the next day and having to walk and do activities with other YouTubers that should be fun, but your sore as fuck. Well that perspective definitely changed for Dan.

Now something is worse.

Having to have a vibrator up your ass at a silly little YouTube event where you’re suppose to do funny little activities.

Since Dan was being a tease and just sending Phil to deciding he needed a punishment. So that’s what Dan got for teasing his boyfriend. He’d whimper every now and then and play it as a cough. When Phil turned it up a notch is usually when Dan’s breath would hitch. People kept asking if Dan was okay and soon a few of his friends wanted him to go back to his hotel room to get rest.

So Dan decided he’d had enough and he was growing sore. It wasn’t too much in a sense where Phil had over done it, Phil was rough, sure, but he always had Dan’s consent at heart. So he tugged on Phil’s shirt and led Phil over to a corner of the room.

“Can I please go to our room? I won’t take it out, just can’t walk anymore. Going limp.” Dan whimpered softly as the toy continued to buzz and his knees nearly buckled.

It took Phil some thinking before he made a decision. “Alright, if anyone asks just say you don’t feel well.” Phil said quietly, no one was really around them anyways, but just in case.

“Thanks” Dan muttered with a sigh of relief as he began to walk away. A hand was firmly placed on his waist to keep him from leaving.

“But you have to bring a friend with you.”

“Excuse me?” Dan’s voice was high pitched and drained to the point where he couldn’t have a sarcastic tone, just sarcastic words.

“Take a friend with you. Just to make sure you don’t misbehave. I know you wouldn’t touch yourself with someone in the room with you.” Phil smirked as Dan rolled his eyes, clearly pissed since he was planning on taking the toy out.

“Fine, but won’t they wonder why you didn’t take me back? What do I say then?” Dan said testing Phil to see if he’d just give up.

“If they ask say I’m getting you meds. You can add your own little sarcastic comments after that, okay?” Phil knew Dan in and out, maybe even more than Dan knew himself. That’s why the ebony friend already knew Dan had an excuse.

“You can always text me to come back, but you might get something other than medicine.” His voice was low and he was extremely tempted to place a kiss against Dan’s neck, but decided against it since there was a crowd.

“Fine” Dan sighed and walked away, this time Phil didn’t stop him.

As Dan walked away his legs almost turned to jelly since the stimulation was getting insane for his body. He was nearly shaking. His breathing was heavy and his face was flushed, could be interpreted for being sick. He kept walking, his head hung low

The brunette continued to walk until he lazily ran into someone. He stumbled backward and now had an excuse to let out a whimper. He looked up and he was met with brown eyes and tanned skin.

“You okay?” His voice was low like a radio presenter as Dan laughed nervously.

“Yeah, sorry about that!” A whimper escaped his mouth and brushed it off as a cough.

“Are you sure?” Dan was hesitant on answering or nodding, but eventually did.

“Honestly, I’m not feeling the best. I think I caught the flu or something.” Dan said sniffing a little then whimpered, but again played it off as a cough.

“Alright, I think you should go back to your room.” The half Korean said gently and stared down at Dan with sympathy.

“Can you help me?” Dan said in a quiet voice, obviously embarrassed of asking someone to help since it seemed he always had Phil to lean on for a friend, it was foreign asking for other help.

“Yeah sure, one second. I have to tell Jack really quick.” Mark turned around and a moment later him and Sean showed back up and Sean had a sad smile on his face.

“God, I’m sorry. Sickness is really the worst isn’t it?” The Irishman said in a quiet tone and patted Dan on the back.

“If it’s alright I’d love to help you out and maybe get you some ice?” Dan couldn’t help but smile to the Irishman’s gesture.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” Dan said in a shaky voice since he was on his edge and couldn’t do anything about it.

“Alright let’s get you to your room.” Sean said starting to walk off to the elevators, as if he was going on a quest.

“He’s sure optimistic.” Dan said laughing a little looking at Mark. They walked after Sean since he was constantly looking back to see if they were following.

“You can say that again.” Mark chuckled as they made their way over to Sean.

All of them finally got in the elevator and after some small talk was going on between them, Dan found himself getting closer to his fifth high that day and he was over sensitive.

Then all three of them went out of the elevator as soon as it reached the correct floor. They walked to Dan’s room number and Sean continued to give positive thoughts like 'it’ll get better’.

“I’ll get you some ice down the hall and wrap it in a cloth. Should we ring Phil?” Sean asked Dan as they entered the room.

“No!” Dan said quickly. Mark and Sean’s eyes widened as they looked at Dan. That was a first. Dan knew the consequence if he wanted Phil back.

“He’s busy, you know, getting meds. He’ll be back in an hour I suppose.” Dan shrugged slightly, gulping down moans and whimpers from the dumb toy.

“Alright… I’ll be back with some ice.” Sean turned on his feet to walk to the ice department where free ice was deposited.

“If you want, Jack and I can stay with you until Phil comes back.” Mark said as he took the key from Dan’s hand and opened the door with a swipe of the key card.

“That’d be nice, thank you.” Mark opened the door for the brunette as he walked in.

“You should probably take a nap, you seem really tense and tired.” Mark said leaning on the door frame as he watched Dan go to the bed.

“Yeah, okay” Dan was tired and he didn’t want to disagree in the first place. So he got under the white covers and laid his head against the pillows.

He let a whimper escape his lips as the toy was pushed in him when he laid flat. He turned so he was on his right side. His eyes closed and decided to just pretend to sleep and maybe he would. But it was impossible when the toy kept buzzing in him. Luckily, Mark turned an electrical fan on so he wouldn’t be able to hear the quiet moans, or so Dan thought.

Mark sat on a chair that was by a desk. It wasn’t close to the bed. Mark decided to text Phil and ask when he’d be back, just to make sure. The half Korean heard a soft knock at the door. He opened the door and sure enough Sean was standing there with a bucket of ice.

The Irishman opened his mouth to say something, but quickly Mark put a single finger to Sean’s lips. Sean’s eyes widened just slightly as he looked up at Mark. The half Korean leaned in to Sean, so his mouth was right by Sean’s ear.

“You have to be quiet.” Mark whispered so quietly it was almost inaudible. His hot breath against Sean’s ear made the Irishman’s hair on his neck stand up.

Sean nodded and then Mark took the bucket of ice from Sean’s hand and walked over to the table. Sean was still standing there in shock of what just happened, but then slowly walked to the table.

“Go sit down on that chair, I’ll be with you in a minute.” Mark said calmly as he walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth.

Sean walked over to a nice cushioned chair and stared at Mark and how he took proper care of Dan. At first Sean found it endearing, but then he became a little jealous. Even though he shouldn’t be, it was a minor thing about Sean. But Mark on the other hand, he’d become extremely protective on Sean and became jealous easily.

As soon as Mark was done caring for the British boy he returned to Sean with a faint smile. Sean bit his lip as he looked up at Mark.

“Take care of me now!” Sean whisper-shouted with a pout. He made grabby hands toward Mark and the half Korean couldn’t help, but chuckle.

“Alright, alright.” Mark whispered back as he then leaned over Sean, his hands gripping the armrest.

“What seems to be the problem?” Mark whispered right by the shell of Sean’s ear.

“My boyfriend lives thousands of miles away and I only get to see him every so often and I don’t get to kiss him often and I really want to kiss him…” Sean’s voice trailed off toward the end as his big, ocean eyes stared up at Mark innocently.

“Alright stand up.” Mark instructed firmly and with a snap of his fingers Sean stood up.

“Come here.” Mark said in a whisper and Sean obliged real quick. He stood so close to Mark their chests were pressed against each other’s. Sean was on his tiptoes with a big smile.

Mark smiled slightly before he planted a kiss on Sean’s lips. The Irishman let out a quiet moan into the kiss. It didn’t take long before both of their tongues were included into the kiss. Mark had one hand on Sean’s waist the other wrapped loosely around the back of Sean’s neck. Slowly, Mark pulled his lips away, a small trail of saliva dripping from Sean’s bottom lip.

“Are you going to be my good boy? Hmm?” Mark whispered as the hand on Sean’s waist traveled to Sean’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. Sean let out a loud moan, not use to this interaction since it had been awhile.

“Baby, you’ve got to be quiet. Dan’s trying to sleep.” Mark whispered against Sean’s ear. The green haired boy nodded his head in response.

“Good boy.” Mark’s voice became deeper and huskier. He sat on the chair and patted his thigh for Sean to sit on. Sean sat down, looking at Mark with bliss filled eyes.

“God you’re hot.” Mark mumbled before his lips attached to Sean’s neck, creating a small bruise. Yet of course Sean was loud, with moans. Mark growled lowly in disapproval.

“Baby, what’d I say hmm?” Mark said gripping Sean’s thigh, the Irishman let out a yelp and of course and Dan wasn’t asleep; he was getting free porn.

“Gotta be-hngh- quiet, but-but-” Sean whimpered as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Mark’s neck.

“Shh baby.” Mark cooed as he replaced his lips back to Sean’s neck and started leaving blotchy hickeys across his neck.

Mark’s hand that was gripping Sean’s thigh slowly cupped around his groin. Sean let out a loud, exaggerated, gasp.

“I said quiet.” Mark warned lowly and Sean continued to moan breathily.

“You’re not being a good boy are you?” Mark growled lowly and then heard a different quiet gasp that didn’t come from Sean.

Dan was repositioning himself so the vibrator hit his prostate that had been abused all day, he let out a whimpered moan.

“Great now I have two whores that need help.” Mark said in the heat of the moment, not really considering that Dan heard everything.

“Well what’s your problem Dan?” Sean asked as he started to grind against Mark’s thigh that he was straddling.

“Ph-Phil put a vibrator in my a-ass.” Dan panted out, too worn out to care about what would happened next, after all the other two were just getting started in front of him.

“I’ll have to call Phil then won’t I? Naughty boy.” Mark shook his head in disapproval and Sean shot an angry pout toward Mark.

“Hey I’m your only princess, just me.” Sean said getting jealous and moaning highly as he batted his long eyelashes.

“That’s right, isn’t it?” Mark smirked palming Sean slowly. Sean’s pink, pale lips hung open slightly, his eyes fluttered close. He let out a high pitched breath that broke.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’ll be a good boy.” Sean moaned and laid his head on Mark’s shoulder.

“Princess, can you dance for me in a few minutes ” Mark smirked as he reached for his phone and found Phil’s contact number.

“Yes daddy.” Sean said as he began to grind his hips against Mark’s thighs.

“Good boy.” Mark praised as he pressed call and heard the ringing go on.

Then Phil picked up.


A/N: Hope you enjoyed part uno! Part two of this is coming (cumming) soon

I wanted to wait to talk about the Big Three because we had just seen glimpses of them in the past 2 weeks but not enough to really formulate a proper opinion on them.

 And boy am I glad I waited because they are completely different then how I imagined them to be and I am with my friend and agree that this difference was well needed and worth seeing.

 To back up a bit, whenever the title of “Big Three” (or something similar to that) pop up, a plethora of different characters or even series come to mind and most of the time they have a distinct feel to them. For example, let’s take the Big Three Shounen protagonists (or Naruto, Luffy, and Ichigo). Now, while these characters have that hilarious vibe to them that is random and silly, for the most part they are normal enough where their personalities don’t overbear them and instead, really amplify the badass level that they have. In general, whenever there is a concept of a “Big” team or trio or duo or anything of the sort, while they do have some type of quirky and unique traits, for the most part they are seen as these incredibly badass people that have known to defy odds.

 Now, the Big Three that we see do actually fall into this category as well as they are not only badass but some unique quality to them.

 HOWEVER, what makes them different from the others that are normally seen is the fact that Horikoshi amplified that quirky feature in them and actually made put them on a lower scale than how they described.

 What I mean is look how Izuku describes them:

 

From what it sounds like, even though they are the top students at UA, from an outside perspective, they really seem like just ordinary students that don’t perform or display themselves in a very outward fashion. It seems as if they are under the radar under the public eye and they conceal their true hidden amazing abilities from the outside world (though I am not sure why this is the case).  In general, it’s really cool to see them initially being portrayed as just ordinary students that even Izuku didn’t see much of notable features on them.

 And then each of these students just are so unique and that is so amplified to the point where even the class questions the validity of the name that was given to them.

 To start we have our anti-social little snake like boy who gives off the look that he really is intimidating and very serious but upon closer inspection, this is how he actually is: 


He’s so incredibly shy and just doesn’t want to speak in front of crowds and even tries to imagine them as potatoes to calm his nerves down. He most definitely has that characteristic that is so different from the normal trope we normally get and I think that’s so interesting.

 Then next we have our pop princess that initially shows herself to be this diva and sassy like character that is ready to throw down attitude is someone even gives her a little. However, when she opens her mouth, we see something completely different

What we get instead is this not only hyper girl that goes a mile a minute and has her thought process everywhere but we also see her being a highly curious person as well. Honestly, I find it so interesting how well she knows Class-1As names when this is probably the first time she really ran into them other than possibly the Sports Festival. Regardless, it’s so interesting to see a character that really displays the proper symptoms of having ADD/ADHD AND is also a character that is insanely curious about the things around her. Most definitely something really cool and I’m wondering if her quirk is a type of quirk that requires her to have some type of knowledge (like Momo) to be perform.

 And then we have FallOut Boy and oh man is he an interesting one. Ironically enough he’s the most “normal” one out of the three with a mix of both All Might and Bakugou’s personality, though that is clearly substituted with his outrageous quirk that not only is super insanely strong but is also kind of ridiculous when you really look at it.

Yet, he’s the most interesting one out of all the three of them. Even though Izuku started the chapter with saying that he didn’t notice much of him, by the end of the chapter we see that he is absolutely ruthless as he’s able to take out most of the class in little over 5 minutes. It’s so apparent he’s been through rigorous amounts of training to be able to hone his quirk to the point of this level of insanity and is overall on the path to becoming one of the best heroes (obviously not the greatest is Izuku bby takes that title later on).

 Overall, I’m impressed with how Horikoshi created high tier characters that were unique and nothing like cookie cutter versions that we mostly see in Shounen manga. They are completely different and have their own unique set of abilities and personality traits that set them far apart from even our own main characters. In the coming weeks, I’m not going to lie, I’m so excited to see more of them and why they were given the title of the Big Three. We still have to see the other twos quirks and how well they place that into battle (assuming Mirio doesn’t kill them all by that time). I’m also looking towards the impact and relationships that these characters will have with Class 1-A in the future. Since Mirio is what we presume to be the chosen student that UA wanted All Might to give One for All to, we are definitely going to get some moments between him and Izuku, whether those are “jealously” moments (like Izuku finding himself inferior against him) or we can even see a Mentor-Mentee relationship that could form or we can even see a Rival relationship form, just something within that area. And don’t forget that our Mr. Angry Boy is still under house arrest and would die to even be given the challenge to face off against Mirio since he was just praised by Aizawa for being close to becoming the number one hero later on. Probably hearing that, he’ll want to test him out and gauge the differences in abilities. Of course, for Tamaki and Nejire, we still have a bit more to learn about them, though it would be really cool to see a relationship form between Nejire and one of the girls in the class as she may have a quirk that would be useful to them. Of course, I’m always thinking of Ochako when it comes to these things but it would be cool just to see any girl in the class at least get some advice from her. I don’t see it happening but I think it would still be cool.

I’m just so excited to see how the chapters will play out and how these Big 3 will be integrated more into Izuku’s quest into becoming the greatest hero of all time.

TLDR; I like these new characters because they’re cool. 

anotherscreamingfangirl  asked:

i just love the idea of gardening!derek. it started out bc he needed to know about aconite and healing herbs but now all he wants to do is grow gorgeous sprawling gardens. he finds it soothing and rewarding to tend his plants and watch them grow. :)

This is a perfect headcanon, I am so completely on board with this concept.

I’ve always been in love with the idea of baking!Derek or woodworking!Derek because he just seems like the kind of person who would be so soothed by that kind of activity. Like working out (which Derek has been shown to use as a coping mechanism) these are straightforward physical tasks requiring little mental effort, which is honestly just so great for pushing through certain forms of depression.

And gardening is another hobby that fits right into that. It’s the kind of quiet and straightforward activity that you can see a positive result from, but it’s also low pressure: if you bake some bread and it doesn’t rise right, if a particular flower dies or weeds creep in… it’s not the end of the world. It’s a place Derek can screw up without worry about lives on the line, but it’s also something that can produce something positive and beautiful that he can be proud of, that he can look out into his yard and feel this bright, warm feeling blossom inside him over. That he did something good, he made that. And maybe it’s a silly thing, small and insignificant in the grand scheme, but it makes him happy. Makes him feel like he’s getting a little bit of control back in his world.

And now I imagine Stiles being the one to get him started on it. Just showing up at the loft one day with a simple little spider plant dangling awkwardly in one hand, saying it’s a housewarming or whatever, the place looks too empty and hey, no big deal if you kill it ‘cause I got it for like five bucks and Derek aims a sarcastic smirk at the implication but when Stiles leaves the plant is sitting at the corner of his table. And Derek ignores it determinedly for a day or so on principle before he ends up pouring a little water out of the glass he’s drinking from into it because why not, right? It’s not like it’s actually a hassle to water the thing once a day. Just as easy to keep it alive as not.

Except, Derek wonders a few days later, squinting to see if the thing seems a little yellow at the tips, is he supposed to water a plant like this every day? Is he drowning it? Is it getting enough sunlight, or… whatever else plants need? Which is how Derek finds himself at the local gardening store, fists stuffed into the pockets of his his black leather jacket, asking the startled looking salesman a series of clipped questions on how to care for spider plants.

It’s a couple months before Stiles shows up with another plant (because the first one seems lonely) and then before he knows it, Derek’s racking up a collection. The long table in front of his window becomes a veritable flower bed, out of place but strangely homey at the heart of the sparse loft.

Derek doesn’t actually buy any of his own plants until he moves, over to a little cottage on the outskirts of town. It edges the preserve, not the way the Hale house had but close, and the small space is comfortable and pleasant in a place the echoed warzone of the loft never could be. It lets him patrol for trouble more easily, he tells the pack… and then once they’re gone, in the quiet where only the plants can hear him, admits that he likes it there.

But the yard is sparse, even when he transfers the majority of the plants (the ones that would survive outside, anyway) to the garden, so a few days after he’s moved in he finds himself back from the gardening store, car bed packed with shovels and trowels, ferns and groundcover, and a few carefully chosen bright flowers.

He finds himself out there often. When he’s stressed or the loneliness twists too deep in his gut, when harsh memories push him too close to dark dreams. There’s always something to do: weeding, watering, trimming, landscaping. It’s soothing, somehow, watching the yard develop. Feeling the odd burst of pride when a bud blooms, or when the little edging wall he’d made from scavenged rocks in the preserve comes out just barely lopsided. When it starts to look like a home.

And when Stiles appears at the edge of his yard, a half-hour early for a pack meeting, to find Derek on his knees in the dirt, carefully coaxing a bunny-bitten geranium upright in the earth.

“See Spiderplant’s doing ok.”

Derek glances up, follows Stiles’ gaze out to the cluster of grasslike plants lining the flowerbed leading into the preserve. 

“That’s the runners. The original’s…” on my nightstand, he doesn’t say. It feels like that might say too much. He lets the words hang, goes back to carefully patting dirt down. Stiles is quiet for a few beats, though Derek can hear him moving around the edges of the garden, taking it in. No one’s been back here before, and a part of Derek tightens up at the intrusion. Like Stiles –– clever mind and quick tongue –– might see something in this space to take away the haven Derek’s made here.

But when he finally pushes himself up, brushing dirt from his knees with dirty palms, Stiles is watching him with eyes that remind him of how he looks at the garden.

“It looks good,” Stiles says, and he’s not looking at the flowers.

Derek doesn’t look away for a long moment and then glances down, a faint smile playing over his lips.

“It looks good,” he echoes, because it does. And he’d made that. Something that isn’t broken. And maybe that means he isn’t broken too.

The Hunter and the Hunted - Jesse McCree x Reader

A/N: I have no self-control. Once I saw his new skin and heard his voice line, I had to write this. I hope you all like it.

Words: 2,117
Warnings: None


It had been a while since you had seen anyone from Overwatch. After you had disbanded, you all went your separate ways without so much as a goodbye so getting this flyer about a Halloween/reunion party was a shock to say the least. You wouldn’t mind seeing some of your old comrades in arms again, but would anyone else actually show up? You loved Halloween and having something to do this year really made it better, you only hoped it wasn’t a bust.

If you wanted to be honest, you had missed quite a few of them and had always wondered what most of them were up to. You had heard about what happened to Gabriel and Jack and you wanted to see the rest of them before something like that happened again. At least this wouldn’t be some awkward, stuffy reunion. You all would be having fun – drinks, food, and costumes. What could go wrong?

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anonymous asked:

Companions react to ss being hit on and companions getting kinda jelly.

Cait - Now, what the hell does this tramp think she’s doing? Cait intends to put a stop to this before it has any time to even begin. With an unsettling smile she gets right into the rival’s face and says just loud enough for her and Sole to hear: “You’re real pretty, aren’t ya? Want to stay that way?” The girl gives Cait a nasty look before turning away and walking off. Cait looks pleased with herself and Sole pulls her close, a stupid smile on their face. To think Cait would get jealous so easily…

Curie - It is a new emotion. And a very irritating one, for the matter. Why is that woamn so close and why is she leaning even closer? Sole doesn’t seem like they are enjoying it very much. She catches their eye and they pull her close to them. That emotion is slowly dying in shadows in a different emotion, this mean kind of happiness. “Hello, my name is Curie. Who are you?” said Curie with the sweetest smile. Without another word, the lady leaves, leaving Curie to snuggle even closer to her Sole.

Danse - He silently watches them, a frown on his face. He’s waiting for Sole to show any kind of discomfort, but doesn’t want to make a scene and embarrass both Sole and himself. He’s red from anger, when he sees this man reach out for their waist. Sole chuckles nervously and flinches away from the man’s touch. That’s the signal Danse needed. He stands right behind Sole, towering over the man. “Is everything alright, love?” he asks. When the man walks away, trying to act like he’s been just joking, Sole chuckles: “Love, huh? So you looove me?” Danse’s face reddens a bit as he wraps his arms around Sole’s shoulders from behind.

Deacon - Oh he is so ready for this, he knew this day would come and he couldn’t be more excited. He waits for the right moment, before running up to Sole and ferociously hugging them so tight they are gasping for air. All the while he’s almost screaming: “Oh, darling! I am so glad you’re okay!” he releases them quickly to grab their face and pull it inches from his own, “If something happened to you… if anyone hurt you…” he pulls them even closer, “I’d skin them and from the skin I’d make us a blanket…” When the guy that’s been flirting with them walks away with a creeped out expression, both Sole and Deacon burst out into laughing.

Hancock - He knows he is going to enjoy this as he steps closer to Sole, pulling them close to him and cutting that fucker’s sentence short. “Ah, where are my manners. I am Hancock, mayor of Goodneighbor and this lovely piece of ass,” he pulls Sole even closer, “is my piece of ass. And now,” stepping away from Sole and closer to the creep, he pulled out his knife, just so it was visible, “Now I must ask you to find your way out.” The guy gave both Hancock and Sole a very nasty look, but did as he was told. “Wow,” Sole said after a while, “that was… kinda hot.” Hancock chuckled and put the blade away, turning back to his piece of ass, “All I do, I do for you, baby.”

MacCready - He’s been standing behind them the whole time, seemingly more interested in his gun than what was going on right before him. If Sole had to be honest, they were getting a bit irritated with the man that seemed to lack the knowledge of good pick-up lines. They also felt a bit lovelorn, that MacCready didn’t try to put an end to this. After a particulary nasty pick-up line, they were just about to tell the guy off, when they heard a cough behind them. Sole noticed MacCready staring intently at the guy, then very slowly reloading his gun, making sure the creep was watching. With his hands in front of him, the guy backed away. “So that’s why you were toying with it the whole time…” said Sole. MacCready smiled: “I aim to please.”

Nick Valentine - He wasn’t the one to cause jealous scenes, but he felt very, very uncomfortable watching Sole trying to politely tell the guy before them to leave them alone. Everytime they tried to, though, the guy just came up with another reason to stay and Nick didn’t have to be human to see that Sole was as uncomfortable as himself. He finally decided to step in, but keep it as subtle as possible. One of his arms went around their waist and he pulled them close. Sole instantly leaned into his embrace and Nick felt their gratitude filled eyes on him. He thought he heard the guy whisper something like ‘fucking freaks’ before he walked away, but he honestly couldn’t care less.

Piper - Oh she didn’t like this situation one bit. At first, she thought she was just oversensitive, that they were just talking and she was being silly. Well, this feeling soon left her, as she watched the woman in front of Sole coming closer and closer to them, resulting in then backing away ever so slightly. Now, Piper could survive some tramp flirting with Sole, but she did not approve of said tramp proceed to make them uncomfortable, even though they were making it clear they weren’t interested. Coming in front of the woman, Piper said: “Hi! I’m Piper Wright of Publick Occurances, I’m making an article about STDs and the bartender told me you could share many stories with me.” Well, the day ended with a very offended lady and with Piper and Sole laughing their butts off.

Preston - He wasn’t exactly sure of what to do. He wanted to put an end to this at once, but on the other hand, he didn’t want to embarrass Sole by being overprotective. Telling the guy to ‘fuck off’ was probably too much, but just telling Sole they needed to go kind of seemed too little. ‘Keep it subtle, but sure, Preston.’ he told himself as he walked to Sole’s side, his arm dropping over their shoulders. “Hey, babe, missed me?” said Preston just loud enough for Sole and the guy to hear. He finished his sentence with a soft kiss to their temple. With satisfaction, he watched mr. Flirtypants show his way to another poor patron of the bar.

X6-88 - As monotone as he normally is, he doesn’t like this situation one bit. After all, Sole gave themselves to him and him only, what right does this lowlife have to flirt with them, to even look at them like this. After the third time he catches the guy pretty much undressing them with his beady eyes and Sole squirming in discomfort, he pretty much drags them away, his body very close to theirs. When he hears the creep shout ‘Hey!’ after them, he turns around and says in a quiet voice: “You. Scram.” Just X6′s posture seemed to intimidate the guy, as he took off, guffing in annoyance.

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm new to bts and I just found your blog (love it btw!) I want to get to know the boys more if you could describe each of them in a few traits what would they be?

Thanks for loving BTS and our blog, we’re all glad you’ve joined us ^^

Ahh, okay, hard question! I could describe them each as so many different things, and because we may perceive them differently, people might not agree with my opinions~ And there are things I could describe all members of BTS as. This includes (but is not limited to): hardworking, appreciative, hilarious, down to earth, sweet, genuine, etc.. But okay, the members. I’m going to try to use only three adjectives per member so it doesn’t get too long, haha:

Namjoon: Namjoon is so.. Ahh. I really fell for his personality. If I could describe him in a few traits, it would be introspective, open, and noodle. Yes, noodle. Though I haven’t been part of this fandom for very long, it’s not hard to see how much Namjoon has grown over time. He has learned a lot about the world and himself. Like any of us, he has struggled and made mistakes, but he always tries to understand and better himself as a result. He also constantly shares his thoughts with us all, which really makes me feel like he’s just one of us, taking life day by day. And he really never lets any of us feel left out, always being inclusive in speeches, learning languages, etc~ He really has a lot on his shoulders as the leader of BTS, but I think he’s doing an incredible job. I also described him as noodle because he’s really just so silly when he lets loose. Who remembers that VLive when he danced on his bed? ^^

Seokjin: I’m so happy and thankful the boys (and the rest of us) have someone like Jin to look up to, because he is truly amazing. To describe him, I’d say he’s reliable, generous and lighthearted. He’s always looking out for the members and keeping everyone’s spirits up, which isn’t an easy task. I’m positive he does a lot of things we don’t see as well. On the other hand, he also constantly gives to us~ for example, remember the list of things he did for his birthday? Just to share his time with us. My heart exploded. However at the same time, Jin is level headed and still manages to do the things he originally set his sights on doing, such as attend university and graduate! Being part of BTS was not at all in his plan, but look at him now! It says so much about his character~ Even though Namjoon is the leader of the group, Jin works really hard as the “oldest hyung,” who inspires the rest of us to not only dream big but also let life take you along for the ride. He truly leaves me in awe.

Yoongi: Ah, where do I start!? I would describe Yoongi as passionate, complex, and a grandpa. He really puts his all into his music and as we saw in Agust D, he opened up a whole new side of himself to the world. He didn’t get to where he is easily, but he was patient and hardworking and now he’s even producing songs for other artists. He’s someone to look up to because he really needed to persevere to make his dreams a reality. And somehow he manages to go from pouty and tired to smiley and energized in seconds. He still surprises me, haha. There are many parts to him that I only wish I could get to know. He may not be as loud or constantly posting like other members, but he does cute things and posts selfies when he knows we miss him. Yoongi is honestly just so interesting to me and I may not be describing his character very well but just know that I love and appreciate him so much~

Hoseok: Ohhhh boy. Where does one even begin? Hoseok is inspiring, adaptable and warm (like the sun). For someone whose specialty was dancing, he’s become quite the amazing entertainer, who can now rap and participate in the music making as well. I seriously admire him so much, as everyone should. He had a dream and worked his butt off to acquire other talents to make that dream come true. Now he’s on stage, performing MAMA and making me cry in the crowd! This is kind of why he is (in my opinion) adaptable. He can take part in many different things and show the best of himself no matter what. Also, though he apparently has a more serious character than what we see, he has done really well with his bubbly and angelic “J-Hope” stage presence. Honestly, I think he’d be a really amazing friend that I wish I could have irl. I also said he’s warm, but I don’t think that needs any explanation. He’s so lovely and he truly radiates light~

Jimin: Jimin, our sweet boy! I would describe him as compassionate/affectionate (I think they go together when describing him), thoughtful, and smol (hehe). Does compassionate/affectionate even need explanation? Jimin is the most outwardly loving towards his members, whether it be on stage/in person (what stands out to me is when he hopped over to Tae after he spoke about his grandmother at Muster) or his posts every time someone appears on a show/releases something (Jin on LOTJ, Yoongi releasing Agust D). He’s so supportive and always makes the members feel appreciated. It’s like he does the things we wish we could do for the members. I have no doubt that he’s this way in their home, talking to the members who are going through a hard time and helping them get through it. He’s also just so thoughtful when it comes to us. We see a lot of their perspective thanks to him, as he always shares videos of himself or other members. He keeps us close, and for that I’m so thankful. Jimin has a pure heart and though he himself has struggled he has always stayed true to who he is. I also described him as smol, because he’s so good at being cute. When he smiles his eyes light up and somehow manages to radiate love~

Taehyung: Aw, my heart. Open-hearted, multi-faceted and youthful. Similar to Yoongi, Tae is also one who seems to have many sides to him, some that I’m just so curious about. He has a really open mind, and with that, open heart, and I think that’s why he has so many friends. I think he must be really good at finding a way to connect to people, and that leaves me in awe of him.Tae also has many interests and sometimes a deep way of thinking. I wish I could get to know him on a personal level just to hear his thoughts on art, the world, everything. I think there’s more to him than meets the eye. He’s also very youthful, as I’m sure we all can see in Bangtan Bombs and Bon Voyage. Remember when he got lost and was sooo okay with it? And when he spent forever flipping the water bottle? I know I don’t know him personally, but I think Tae really tries to make the most of life, living it to the fullest day by day, like kids do. I love that about him.

Jungkook: Aw man, what do I even say.. He’s amazing, to say the least. I’d describe him as courageous, relatable, and charismatic. He started this idol-life when he was really young, and that must be a lot to deal with and grow up into. He didn’t get to do a lot of the normal things that I’m sure we all did in middle/high school, but he’s really made the most of it and now is thriving and has even made friends outside of Bangtan. He’s also trying so hard to expand his skill set, trying to practice writing and producing even though it’s hard for him. For that, he’s courageous. Somehow, though, he still is just like the rest of us. He’s seemingly introverted, is a bit shy, and can be a total fanboy (GD, IU!?). There’s something so relatable. All in all, he’s really grown into who he is today. His loud laugh, competitiveness and his silly facial expressions are all parts of him I love.

WOW I said I wasn’t going to make it long asdfghjkl; !!! Why am I like this.. Apologies. When I start talking about them, I can’t stop. Anyways, here are some of my thoughts on each of the members. This took me two days to write~ I don’t even know if this is the answer you expected but thanks for asking, since it was fun talking about them. ^^
- Kristi

Can I Have This Dance? | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by sssssssim


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: The school dance is coming up but you’ve given up hope in getting a date.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2014. It’s long, I’m sorry.

A/N: This is based off a prompt and… I don’t know how I feel about it? It’s cute, though so I’m posting it. Also, the image of Jug climbing up to someone’s window is cute so I’m sorry. I HAD TO.


“Ugh, I hate these things,” you groaned, ripping down one of the posters for the school dance that was coming up next week. Truth be told, you didn’t actually hate them - you just hated not having anyone to go with. You had your friends but at the same time you’d want just for once to go with a date. Someone that genuinely liked and cared about you you. Was that so hard to ask for? For a few years you had hope that someone might ask you but over the last couple of dances you’d just given up. It hadn’t happened so it probably wasn’t going to.

“Another night at Pops for us then?” Your friend Jughead asked, pulling open his locker and glancing at you as you screwed the piece of paper up and tossed it to the floor without a care in the world. “Whoa, littering now? What a rebel.”

You shot him a glare, opening up your own locker to pull out a few books. “Shut it, Jones. Pop’s sounds good, though. Burgers on you, milkshakes on me?”

“Unless you want to be the kind best friend that I know you are and pay for everything?” He casually threw his arm around your shoulder as you walked down the hallway to your class.

“You wish, pal.”

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anonymous asked:

What advice would you give someone entering their 20s? I mean generally about life (+med if you want but you've got a lot of posts on tips for doctors anyway). I'm 20 and am studying medicine at the moment and I feel like you have a lot of wisdom to share :)


Hello!

Well, life advice is a very personal thing; what suits each of us is quite different. So I don’t know if what I might suggest would suit everyone, but here’s some tips…

Interpersonally:

  1. You will have many friends. Right now, you may feel the people you know are all you will ever know, but that’s not true. I’ve met 70 year old patients who told me they are inseperable from friends they met at their partner’s funeral. It’s acually pretty amazing that you can make close friends at any age.
  2. Keeping in contact with friends and family gets a lot trickier when you leave school. People drift off to live and work in different places, they get married or have children, or they just have a job that takes a lot out of them. Understand that your relationship, and how you hang out, can change as your life evolves. If your friend is busy, it’s totally not a slight against you.
  3. It’s worth trying to make an effort to keep in touch with people you care about. You miss them, they miss you. If they bring joy into your life, then make an effort to catch up every once in a while.
  4. Don’t beat yourself up if that doesn’t happen. As I said above, everyone is busy.
  5. But you may find you drift apart from some people you were close with before, and that’s OK too. It happens; perhaps you are all busy, or life takes you in different directions. You might be less close with some people, but you’ll become closer with others.
  6. Relationships aren’t everything; perhaps they aren’t important to you at all. If they are something you value, try to make time for them when you can. Life is busy, and if you’re too focused on everything else, you might not get what you want out of it.
  7. Sometimes things just don’t work out. This isn’t failure, it’s just life. 
  8. It hurts to be honest with ourselves, but if something doesn’t work out, or if there’s an issue, reflect on what you may want to do differently next time. Don’t wallow in guilt, but don’t ignore if you did something wrong, or you might make the same mistake again.
  9. If someone loves you, they will work with you to make things work as best as they can. It may not be enough, but it’s important to surround yourself with people who care enough to try.
  10. People change, or we find out more about how they are. The person they were in the past may not be enough to justify their remaining in your present. You will know if that time has come.
  11. Don’t risk your future on account of your past; move on.
  12. You deserve people in your life who make you happy.

Life:

  1. Uncluttering your environment can really help unclutter your mind. You absolutely don’t have to keep things spotless, but when you can take care of business at home, it can really make you feel better.
  2. Keep on top of your finances, and do them as you go along during the year. Spreadsheets are a godsend when it comes to budgeting, and you can make them do lots of nifty things like adding and subtracting everything for you. Save money when you can.
  3. Keep all your payslips. Just trust me on this one.
  4. If you are unsure what to do, whether at work or when dealing with the Grownup Stuff, there is almost always someone whose job it is to walk you through it. Contact someone; even if it’s the wrong person, they can put you through to the right one. Be tenacious; you will get through in the end.
  5. No matter how tired you are, eat a meal if you are due a meal. You don’t have to eat a perfect diet, but you should try to get some vitamins now and again.
  6. Self care is important. Even the little things can make you feel more human when you are truly at the end of your tether.
  7. If you are struggling, talk to someone. Rant, cry, tell someone your fears. It makes a difference.
  8. Look after those around you. Keep an eye on how they are doing, and if you think they may be struggling, lend a hand and ask them how it’s going. Sometimes people need to know it’s OK to not be OK.
  9. Take your health seriously. No matter how inconvenient it is, check up on anything worrying.
  10. Try something new every once in a while. It doesn’t matter if you feel a bit silly, you’ll get over that. You’ll be surprised how many awesome things you haven’t discovered yet!
  11. As long as you are doing what you love, and what you want to, then the passage of time will never feel like a waste.
  12. If you are stuck about what to do, always think ‘what would 90 year old me think?’. Many of the things we stress about now will be completely insignificant further down the line. If 90 year old you would regret spending some of the best times in your life mired in drama, then remember your time is precious.

Medicine:

  1. You won’t know all of medicine. Never going to happen. So please don’t beat yourself up about that. You will be working your way up gradually, but even the specialist at the top of your dream field doesn’t know everything. In fact, they’ve probably forgotten lots of the stuff that you take for granted.
  2. Treat lunch as a job on your jobs list, it’s at least as urgent as half the stuff on there, anyway! There is almost always time for lunch; skipping lunch as a way to leave on time is a bit of a fallacy. You’ll probably still stay late anyway, so might as well do it without being hungry, cranky, dehydrated and miserable. You’ll get work done faster if you are fed.
  3. It’s OK to not know what you want to do, whatever stage you are at in your training. What you need to do is work out what you enjoy in medicine, and what you hate. And then find out enough about the specialities to work out which ones have lots of column A, and as little as possible in column B.
  4. It’s OK if you change your mind about medicine. Nobody ever tells you this, but it’s OK. You aren’t letting anyone down. You aren’t letting yourself down. You are being honestly, brutally true to what makes you happy, and that’s a brave, wonderful thing.
  5. The senior nurse is almost always right. If a nurse is asking you ‘uhh… doctor, are you sure you want to do that?’ then consult a book or a colleague before doing the thing. 
  6. You will have to make many clinical decisions. But, when you are starting out, your job is to know when they are not your decision to make. Your seniors are there to give the final word on
  7. Treat every patient like you would wish your mum to be treated. Or your granddad. If you hate both of those, imagine someone that you care deeply about you. Someone who means the world.
  8. Being in hospital is a scary, confusing time, and your patient and their relatives may well not have had a detailed explanation of what is going on. Too often the conversations going on around them might be goinb completely over their heads. Talk them through what has been said and done; late is better than never.
  9. The devil is in the details. Your job is to be interested in every little thing, until you can decide it is unimportant. You have to think on your feet. But if there’s any ‘little’ thing that is niggling in the back of your head, dig deeper! It may be more important than you realise.
  10. The most important thing is to know when it’s beyond your scope. Never be afraid to ask for help; it’s better to escalate too soon, than too late.
  11. Got any hobbies? Interests? Things you enjoy doing? Good. Keep doing them. That doesn’t seem like rocket science, but it can ssometimes be immensely difficult to achieve; it’s too easy for us to get bogged down with work or all the stressful things in our lives. Don’t trick yourself into believing that this isn’t important; it’s a vital part of self-care and a balanced life.
lilac;

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summary-  “au where you have a stripe of your soulmate’s hair color on your wrist and if they dye their hair the stripe changes colors” soulmate!au

a/n- !!! im sure you guys have seen this au idea before, but i still hope you like my take on it! btw it is an au, but everything is the same except that people have soulmates. BTS is still famous in this! (this gif was the closest to lilac i could find lol)

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“How long have we been here?” you ask your closest friend, Euna, with a bit of boredom laced between your words. She only shrugs.

“Like an hour. Why?” she asks while taking a swig of her beer. You sigh and shake your head.

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