Reaction Ficlet: How Jungkook would react to your first time together

Reaction Ficlet Masterpost: How BTS would react to your first time together

Originally posted by donewithjeon

“Nothing with animals because they’re going to die and then we’re going to be sad.”

Jungkook nods and continues to scroll through the movies list. His scrolling slows down and you shake your head.

“No children,” you say, shifting to get a better position on the couch. Your legs are tucked under you and Jungkook is turned towards you, his arm resting on them. “Lots of bad dialogue and semi-dressed people are okay.”

Jungkook gives you an amused look. “I don’t think this is the website we should be on if you’re looking for those kinds of movies.”

“Har har,” you say sarcastically. His face is so close to yours that all it takes is for you to lean in slightly so that your noses touch. He tilts his head to press a soft, quick kiss to your lips and then turns back to the TV.

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Change in scenery

(A/N): you guys I love Sam Wilson so much

Warnings: none

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

   This was most definitely not what you thought you were going to be doing with your Friday night, locked away in some prison cell with your teammates while Team Ironman were free men. Wanda was chained and shackled like some animal and the rest of you were locked up in these cells for god knows how long. 

   “Well,” You can hear Sam through the glass in the front of your cell. “At least it’s a nice change in scenery,” You merely crack a smile, rolling your eyes at Sam’s attempt to make everyone feel better. 

   “You do realize we’re in prison, right?” You cock your head to the side, awaiting Sam’s response. 

   “God, you’re even denser than Bucky,” Sam chuckles, no doubt with that stupid smirk on his face. “I was being sarcastic (Y/N),” You open your mouth to retaliate when Scott, the new guy, interrupts you. 

   “Are you guys like married or something? ‘Cuz you two sure as hell act like it,” 

   “Nah,” You hear Clint say, “Not yet, we’re all awaiting the news though,” You groan, throwing your head back against the wall in exasperation. 

   “I don’t think I can handle being stuck in here with all you losers,” You joke, smiling when you hear Sam gasp in mock horror. 

   “This is the best your life is gonna get (Y/N), what’s better than being stuck on a boat prison with your best buddies?” 

   “Try not being stuck on a boat prison with my ‘best buddies’,” Sam only chuckles, shaking his head as he stared through the glass, hoping to catch a glimpse of at least one of his teammates. 

   “You know you love us,” Sam mutters, not really expecting (Y/N) to hear it, unfortunately that kid had the ears of a dog or some shit. 

   “Yeah, I guess I do, except you, you’re annoying,” Sam can only laugh, smiling softly at (Y/N)’s joke. 

   “I guess you’re annoying too,” 

  “Is this a confession I hear?” Clint perked up from his seat on the bed, smiling softly as he does so. “Will I have the pleasure of telling the story of how (Y/N) and Sam came to be?” Sam opens his mouth to retaliate when he gets cut off by none other than (Y/N). 

   “Maybe Barton, maybe,” 

Rick Flag x Reader


Notes: I did say to expect Rick Flag fanfiction from me. Something short and dumb about a hot day and the exercise yard. Might do a smutty follow up.

“You’re staring at him again.”

Jerking in surprise, you turned to the left in search of whoever had caught you in a private moment- only to see a pair of bare legs invading your eye line instead. The owner was above you, popping bubblegum and you squinted in the mid-day sun to see her face.

“Staring at who?” you ask innocently, forcing Harley to roll her eyes and drop dramatically next to you with a thump.

“Staring at who?” she mocked sarcastically as you attempted to keep your face as stoic as possible. “Mista All American, down there,” she gestures idly to the edge of the training field, where Colonel Rick Flag is currently pummelling a punching bag into submission. “Your tongues practically hangin’ out.”

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Bad Day - Jason DiLaurentis One Shot

Requested by anonymous 

You walked into your apartment and flopped down on the couch with a groan. 

“Hey, you’re home,” Jason said happily as he came out of the bedroom, running a towel through his wet hair. You groaned again in response. “I’m guessing you had a good day,” Jason said sarcastically. You looked up and pushed your hair out of your face. You smiled as wide as you could mockingly. Jason chuckled.

“No, today was not the best,” you said before flopping your head back onto the couch. Jason walked around and sat down next to you.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, running a hand through your sprawled hair. You only mumble something incoherent in return. “I’ll take that as a no.” You sat up and positioned yourself so your head was in Jason’s lap. He looked down at you and kissed your head.

“I hate my boss,” you finally said after a while. Jason nodded, having had this conversation with you before.

“What did he do this time?”

“He basically said all I would be good for is to be someones wife and even he wouldn’t want to be that guy. What the fuck does that even mean? That I’m useless? If that’s the case, then fire me, don’t just mock me and make me feel like shit,” you spat. Jason rubbed circles on your hand lovingly, but the look in his eyes was anything but. 

“He said that to you?” he asked disbelievingly. 


“Asshole,” Jason said as he stood up, causing your head to hit the couch hard. 

“Ow,” you said as you held your head. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “That is so terrible. You should quit.”

“I wish I could, but I need the money,” you said as you rubbed your face. 

“But he had no right-”

“Babe, I really don’t wanna talk about it anymore. It’s over. I’m gonna go shower,” you said as you sat up and walked to the bathroom. You turned on the shower and let the water relax all of the muscles in your body. You spent an extra long time in the shower, not wanting to continue the conversation with Jason. When you got out you put on some pajamas and brushed your hair. 

“Hey, Jase, I’m gonna go to bed,” you called from your bedroom. 

“Wait, Y/N, come out here really quick,” he called back. 

“Jason, I really don’t wanna talk about this anymore,” you whined. 

“Y/N, please.” You walked out and saw your kitchen table covered with small candles, and the lights off in the rest off the house. A sweet pumpkin smell was coming from the candles, your favorite scent. You walked forward and saw that Jason had laid out pizza and cookies. 

“I know it’s not very fancy but-”

“No, I love it,” you said as you squeezed his hand. He smiled and pulled out your chair. He sat across from you and smiled at you.

 “You look beautiful,” he said. You laughed.

“I’m wearing sweatpants and one of your shirts,” you joked. 

“You always look beautiful,” he said as you smiled.

“Keep it up. You might get lucky tonight,” you joked. 

“That was the plan all along,” he said with a grin. You laughed and pushed his arm. “I’m really sorry about today, though,” he said sincerely. 

“Thanks, Jase.”

“You should quit,” he tried again.

“Jason,” you said, putting your head in your hands. “I need the money, I can’t quit.”

“No you don’t, I can support the both of us. My family has enough money.”

“No, I’ve told you, I’m not gonna accept money from your family. I can work for myself.”

“I know, but I hate to see you upset,” he said with a sigh. 

“It’s okay because I have you,” you said as you reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “I can go through all of this bullshit because I know you’re here for me.”

“I love you,” Jason said. 

“Really?! OMG!” you said jokingly. Jason chuckled. 

“I’m serious.”

“I know. I love you, too,” you said. “Now, I’m gonna eat all of this pizza,” you joked. 

“Not if I eat it first,” he said as he grabbed a piece. You weren’t even sure how it happened, but somewhere between your second and third piece, a food fight had broken out and now there was pepperoni all over your floor. You laid on the floor panting and laughing, trying to catch your breath. 

“Let’s never do that again,” you said through laughs. 

“Agreed,” Jason said, a few feet away from you. 

“We should probably clean this up,” you said as you looked around. Jason groaned but sat up. You regretted the fight even more when you saw all of the pepperoni that was in your small apartment. You spent a good thirty minutes cleaning it up. When you finished you trudged to your room and flopped down on your bed. 

“Thank you,” you said. 

“For what?” Jason asked as he changed into sweats. 

“Taking my mind off of things, for the dinner, and for being amazing,” you said, closing your eyes. You felt heat around your face and before you could open your eyes, Jason was kissing you. 

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m happy to do it,” he said sweetly. You crawled towards the base of your bed and got under the covers. Jason joined you and you rested your head on his bare chest. 

“I love you,” you said once again.

“Omg really?!” Jason said softly, falling asleep fast. You laughed and kissed his temple. 

“Really,” you said as you fell asleep, too. 

Telepath | Charles Xavier

Title: Telepath
Author: Clara
Character: Charles Xavier
Warnings: Warning
Prompt: anon: “Hi😊 Could ask you to do a Charles Xavier imagine where you your small height makes you insecure please? Thank you ! Byyyye”

Originally posted by randomimaginesx

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“Excellent,” said Cinder, standing up and brushing off her hands. “I was beginning to worry we wouldn’t have a pilot for when it’s time to take Kai back to earth. Now I just have to worry about not having a competent one.”
“Oh, Cinder, I’ve missed seeing your face when you make sarcastic comments in an attempt to hide your true feelings about me.”
Please.” Rolling her eyes, Cinder started organizing the guns against the wall.
“See that eye roll? It translates to ‘How am I possibly keeping my hands off you, Captain?”
“Yeah, keeping them from strangling you.”
Kai folded his arms, grinning. “How come no one told me I had such steep competition?”
Cinder glared. “Don’t encourage him.”

Being Suga’s roommate would involve

This was requested by @hero-among-the-liars and since I have some free time after exams I’m gonna do one of the requests! So here you go~     

Originally posted by sugavear

  • Returning home from your shift at work to find him sprawled out on the couch, slumped over the table or even just draped on floor
  • Carefully trying to pick up the lyrics he has thrown all over the place, only to jump out of your skin when he snatches them back out of embarrassment 
  • However, he soon returns to his joyful self once he has a few seconds to adjust to the light, trailing behind you like a lost puppy
  • “Can you make something to eat? I’m starving”
  • “I asked you to go grocery shopping a week ago, do you really expect me to find food in the cupboards?”
  • The two of you finding an almost fossilized frozen pizza in your otherwise empty kitchen 
  • Both having an incredibly sarcastic relationship
  • “That outfit looks terrible on you.”
  • “Your face looks terrible on you.”
  • Randomly hearing the sounds of skin slapping and then peeping around the wall to realizing it’s just Yoongi violently slapping his thigh along to only something he would describe as a ‘sick beat’
  • You ‘borrowing’ some of his jackets and jewelry because his fashion sense is just so good???
  • You two never being bored with each other since you both led such different lives
  • Him hiding in his bedroom when you invite your friends over
  • You loosing your key and being locked out for hours despite texting him since he was too busy sleeping
  • You taking his phone whenever you watch a moving together, since he’s working and interacting with the fans ALL THE TIME and tbh he needs to chill
  • Trying to do your own work, but soon being interrupted with a grumpy voice from across the room
  • “[Y/N], what’s the English word for […]?” He asks, trying to write the English parts of his songs
  • You trying your hardest not to reply with something with completely different meaning
  • Like really, really bad meaning
  • Getting an angry text from him the day after when Namjoon questions him on said lyrics
  • -what do you mean you didn’t know what it meant????-
  • -i don’t know, i’m sorry ok-
  • -but english is your first language!-
  • But at the end of the day, at least you can think yourself lucky for having a roommate that sleeps for 90% of the time he’s in your apartment

ok so i found this kind of hard since yoongi is so hard to decipher other than the fact that he loves sleeping, so i really had to try to be creative lmao. anywayyy, i hope you enjoy!!

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Zodiac being whiney/mad

Aries ♈️: threatens to fight anyone

Taurus ♉️: leaves in the middle and gets pissy when anyone tries to talk to them

Gemini ♊️: gives the sarcastic bitch face smile while thinking of ways to put your body in a ditch

Cancer ♋️: cry rage. You have to try and comfort them or the tears will flow for hours

Leo ♌️: lots of shouting also a big whiner if they dont get what they want

Virgo ♍️: pretends everything is okay

Libra ♎️: burns a hole in everyone with their death stare

Scorpio ♏️: the sarcastic asshole who doesn’t show weakness

Sagittarius ♐️: will be really mad for like an hour and then forget about it

Capricorn ♑️: will go off on anyone and everyone

Aquarius ♒️: is rude and vulgar if you dont take their side, says “whatever” a lot

Pisces ♓️: tries to be chill af but then blows up and is mad for a while until they are apologized to

anonymous asked:

I feel like these sarcastic readings would yield well to your "resting bitch face" oracle deck, if that's still a thing that you're doing.

Yeah, they really would. I actually had a plan to do these types of readings once I had that deck; a kind of awful, helpful, this is the worst someone will say to you about this so you can get over it kind of thing. But, as I haven’t come close to finishing that deck, and I was bored, I did these ones anyways, haha.

Stop breathing.

GENRE: Fluff
SUMMARY: “Why are you so defensive?”
- Admin Kay

“It’s three in the morning, what could you possibly want?” Jimin asked, as your drunk ass shook him awake.

“I just wanted to know if what the boys said was true?”


“That you still sleep with your baby blanket?”

“No! Of course not! I never had one!” Jimin protested, as he turned away from you.

Not being one to give up, you placed your chin aginst his shoulder, one arm on his waist and your leg over his.

“Then why are your cheeks red?” You questioned, trailing your hands around until they found his.

“You know I have naturally red cheeks,” he said, entangling his fingers with yours.

“Yeah but, you could also be blushing.”

“I’m not!”

Of course!” Your sarcastic tone made him break free of your body and turn around to face you, before holding himself up with his elbow.

“I’m not blushing, ok? I’m just really allergic!” He said, smiling lightly. His red cheeks staying as they were.

“To what?”

“To your bullshit!”

“It’s not bullshit! I was asking,” you pouted.

Jimin captured your pouty lips into his fingers, smiling at you. You knew he would do that because for some reason, he loved capturing your lips with his fingers everytime you decided to pout with the excuse that it made you look funny.

“You didn’t need to.” He released your lips before giving you a kiss and turning back around.

“Why are you so defensive?”


A few minutes had passed since the two of you last spoke, you knew that he was still awake by the sound of his sniffling; something that sober-you had gotten used to but drunk-you loved to tease about.

“Jimin, stop sniffling.”

“Y/N, stop breathing.”

“Rude!… With two zeros,” you said, giving his ear a flick.

He let out a light chuckle as he grabbed your hand in his, before replying, “Yeah but you love me.”

“Unfortuanetely, I do.”

imagine what leafy would do if you were mad

imagine accidentally lashing out on him after a bad day. “Woah,” is all he can mutter, obviously taken back for a moment as he’s wondering what he did wrong, all he did was make a little sarcastic comment. Your face immediately softens and your harsh angry features disappear as you realize what you did. Before you can apologize, Calvin leaves the room. Assuming he’s upset with you now, you bury your head in your pillow. Your anger is quickly replaced with regret as your mind is flooded with negative thoughts. 

Minutes pass and the silence in the room is cut off with the sound of the door opening and Calvin’s soft footsteps approaching the bed you both share. Your attempt at pretending to be asleep fails along with your attempt to avoid confrontation. “(Y/N) I know you’re not really sleeping.” He says, kneeling down on the floor and resting his head and hands on the bed next to your pillow. 

“I’m sorry Calvin, I didn’t mean to lash out on you like that I was just having a bad day and-” he cuts you off with a gentle kiss on your temple, “It’s okay, I understand.” He joins you in bed and holds you in his chest as you clutch onto his shirt. His familiar fragrance puts you at ease as he plants small kisses on your forehead. “You’re too good for me Cal.” you mutter into his shirt, “you’re too good for anyone.”

I know a lot of you guys are upset about the whole twitter mumbo-jumbo so i made this in hopes of making some of you smile :). I know this might suck but bare with me because i haven’t written anything in so long so I might be a bit rusty :) 


#imagine the reader being a supernatural hunter and tracks the beserkers in Beacon Hills

   The clanking of the walking skeletons lead you into a local high school. You were hoping to catch these things because you knew beserkers don`t have merci. They kill for the hell of it, and not because it`s in their nature. As soon as you saw one in sight, you took a head shot from your M97 shotgun that was filled with mountain ash. As the dust cleared, a bunch of glowing eyes followed towards you. 
“Well, aren`t I lucky. Two species in one night, how exciting” Your sarcastic remark did not lighten anyones faces, there were more eye rolls though.
Before anyone could speak, I cocked my gun pointing straight at them.
I fiercely cry out “RUN!”, pulling the trigger at the upcoming pouncing beserkers and you eventually run into the pack once again. In Derek`s opinion he was impressed, but time was ticking and all he wanted was to get rid of these bone things.
“Okay so your good with a gun, why aren`t we out there fighting?” Derek exclaimed frustrated.
“Well, my tall, muscly friend, you`re up against 2, 6 foot, hippo sized, murdering skeletons. And even my gun full of mountain ash cannot kill them. So if you have another plan fill free to share” The frustration through the way you talked was not taken easily. But you couldn`t help it, Stiles seemed to laugh but was easily stopped after the looks he was given.
 Erica wasn`t fond on new females who came by “I say we give her a little nice wolfie thank you and ditch her. Empasis on the nice” she scolded at you
“What if you`re a threat?” Issac pointed out.

“I would`ve killed you all by now, sweetheart” 

Frantically, Scott cleared things with you. “She`s right, she`s a bloody pro. We have to be careful and not get our heads blown off”
Poor boyd turns to his alpha “I don`t want my head head blown off, Derek” 
“Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about” Stiles exclaimed
You cocked your gun again and strutted out towards you last saw the beserkers and said “Let`s save the chit chat for later. We have some beserkers on our hands”

None are my gifs but hope you all enjoy. Happy new year <3 x

Theatre Tech Problem: Actors who need to get off their high horse

The call time for actors is 6, tech call is 5. Actors can come in early if they need make up and costume stuff (Shrek the Musical). I came in 30 minutes early in hopes of getting the lights done even though I doubted I would. Tomorrow is the last rehearsal and then the show starts on Thursday. Anyways its 4:45 right? I’m the only person who was allowed to be in the building before 5 because I work for the high school, and these people are only renting it. Doing my job, programming lights. Its going fine except for a couple of glitches in the lights because I wasn’t able to program them right the first time because of previous post rant. Anyways, two actresses walk in. At first I’m just like okay whatever. The stage is fully lit so they can see right? Well I get to a cue that is a blackout, so naturally I take the stage lights down. I didn’t really care that the actresses were there because they weren’t supposed to be, it was before five, and they’re not main/secondary characters. All they have to do is put on costumes so they really didn’t need to be there until 5:30. I take the stage lights down and one of them VERY sarcastically says “thank you.” Not only did she say it, she said it loud enough for me to hear. Like, excuse me you’re not a main character in any sense, you just have to put a costume on and minimal make up, you aren’t supposed to be here until after 5 but in reality you don’t NEED to be here until 6. You need me if you want to have good lighting, get off your high horse and let me do my job.

Nevra: Oh, I’ve missed seeing your face when you make sarcastic comments in an attempt to hide your true feelings about me.
Gardienne: Please *rolling her eyes*
Nevra: See that eye roll? It translates ‘How am I possibly keeping my hands off you, Nevra?
Gardienne: Yeah, keeping them from strangling you.

Don’t Let Me Down

Summary: You’re reunited with your boyfriend, Dean, after he comes back from a hunt with his Dad and Brother, but your relationship isn’t all that simple.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Riley (omc), Kaity (ofc)

Warnings: angst, fluffy smut, unprotected sex, language, un-beta’d

Song Insp. 

A/N: This is set pre-season 1. The series will probably be a 2-3 parter depending on where I decide to go with it. As always, feedback is super appreciated!

 “You know, if I knew you’d be sulking all night, I wouldn’t have suggested coming to the party,” you looked up at Dean, a teasing smile across your face.

He gave you a sarcastic smile. “Shut up,” he mumbled, before he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You rested your hands on his shoulders and leaned up to give him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. “You sure you’re alright though?” you asked, the concern clear in your voice.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

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