best poker face ever

Strip Poker || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @jughead-babe: I know this has nothing to do with juggie, but I would really like to see a imagine where Jug and the girl are playing strip poker, I think it would be cute

A/N: I don’t know the rules of poker and I’ve never played it before so I hope I did this prompt justice!

Gif by @dailycwriverdale


You looked up from your laptop and groaned.

“Okay, that’s it,” you said as you slammed your laptop shut.

Jughead looked up at you from his computer.

“I need a break. If I read one more article about Jason Blossom’s death, I’m going to scream.”

Your boyfriend of a year chuckled. The two of you had been researching theories and reviewing evidence regarding the death of Cheryl’s twin for the past six hours now for Jughead’s novel. You were exhausted.

“I guess you’re right,” Jughead said as he closed his laptop and gave you his full attention.

“What do you suggest?” he asked.

You shrugged and looked around your room, waiting for something to pop out at you. A board game, a video game, something. Then you spotted a deck of cards and your eyes widened.

“Strip poker!” you blurted out.

Jughead rose his eyebrows at your statement.

“I’m sorry?”

You beamed and quickly got up, rushing over to your desk and grabbing the cards. You turned to face the raven-haired teen, a wolfish smile on your face.

“Yeah, no.” Jughead said, opening his laptop again.

You frowned.

“Oh, come on, Jughead!”

Jughead shook his head, keeping his eyes fixated on the screen.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before!” you protested.

Jughead swallowed and his cheeks became bright red.

“Please?” you pleaded.

The teenage boy sighed and closed his laptop again.

“Alright, fine! Fine!” he said, giving in.

You smiled.

This was going to be fun.

The game had progressed and Jughead was down to just his boxers while you still had your underpants, jeans, bra, and shirt on. Jughead smiled when he saw that his cards outranked yours and you sighed, knowing you had lost that round.

“Alright then.” you said as you got up and pulled off your shirt, exposing your black bra. 

Jughead swallowed as he looked at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You smirked at him as you threw your shirt aside.

“Got a good look?” you teased.

Jughead’s face flushed red.

“I-I, uh-I—“ he began, but your giggling cut him off.

Despite having dated each other for a year, you couldn’t believe that you could still make Jughead Jones III speechless. It made you proud.

“I’m teasing you, Juggie.”

Jughead smiled shyly.

“Alright, next round.” You said as you started to gather up all the cards.

Jughead’s eyes widened.

“What? Again?” he asked.

You grinned.

“This is just getting interesting.” you said as you started to deal again.

Jughead sat back in his chair and sighed. He had one piece of clothing left. You had three. He needed to win.

Were you bluffing?

Jughead couldn’t tell. He looked for any sign you were lying about your cards, but you had the best poker face he had ever seen. He had also been successful so far, winning the last round which made you shed your jeans. Now the two of you were clad in your underwear, the next round either forcing Jughead to take his boxers off or forcing you to take off your bra.

Jughead smirked as he looked down at his cards. He was going to win.

“What do you have?” you asked the teen.

Jughead smiled cockily as he laid down his cards.

“Straight. In diamonds.” he smirked.

You clucked your tongue.

“You’re good, Juggie,” you said.

A cheshire grin spread onto your face.

“But… You’re just not good enough,” she said.

Your boyfriend’s smile fell from his face. You showed him your cards.

“A royal flush,” you stated as you threw your cards down on the table, leaning back in your chair.

“Now take it off.” you said cockily.

Jughead gulped as he got up, hooking his thumbs under the waistband. He was about to pull it down when your bedroom door opened, revealing Veronica.

“Hey, Y/N, your mom let me—whoa! Sorry!” she exclaimed, quickly covering her eyes.

You and Jughead sprung up, grabbing your crumpled up clothes and using them as covers for your bodies.

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” you said, beet red.

“Actually, it kinda is what it looks like.” Jughead mumbled as he butt in.

You scowled at him.

“I-I’m just going to leave. Yeah. Okay. I’m going to leave. Um, I’ll text you later, Y/N!” Veronica called as she speed walked out of the room.

When the front door closed signaling Veronica’s departure, you and Jughead started laughing hysterically.

“Her face!”

“Oh God, I feel so bad! We scarred her for life!”

The two of you continued laughing until your stomachs hurt and tears were leaking out of your eyes.

Jughead thought that maybe, just maybe, strip poker wasn’t so bad after all.


A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Send me feedback!


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Oh, Princess - A.I.

Originally posted by ohfuckoffhemmings

Alright, so, first off….I got WAY too excited and carried away with this. It’s eight pages in my drive. Second, Daddy!Ash, and when I say daddy, I mean “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you” daddy. Third, I hope this is what you wanted anon…

Warning: Smut x10. Slight BDSM?

Four months and sixteen days. That’s how long it had been since y/n had last seen Ashton. She wasn’t usually one to keep track like that, but considering she hadn’t gotten the chance to visit during his mini tour due to her sister’s wedding and not having any extra time to take off of work, you could say she was frustrated. All she had wanted to do when he got home was have a nice day in at his apartment, watch a few movies, have a couple of rounds of sex, and call it a night, so when Ashton had called her up that morning asking if she’d be his date to a fancy dinner with management instead of staying in, you could say she wasn’t pleased.

“Hello, love,” Ashton said, grin on his face as y/n opened the door to her small apartment. Ashton dressed in formal attire had always gotten her riled up, which just added to her frustrations even more. “Why don’t you look excited?”

“If we’re being honest here, I’m not,” she said back simply to head into the living room to retrieve her heels, the white dress she had on falling to mid-thigh hugging every curve of her body with flowing sleeves making her look like an angelic version of the devil himself.

“And why not?” he questioned lifting up the shawl she had draped over the couch ready to lay it over her shoulders.

“Because I haven’t seen or touched you in over four months, Ash, so the last thing I want to do is get dressed up to go out when I could be in my room lying beside you completely naked, preferably with your head between my legs,” she said back, crossing her arms, Ashton’s jaw dropping slightly at the words that escaped her lips. She stepped closer to him running her manicured nails down the front of his button up, back to the top where she unbuttoned the top two buttons preferring to see bits of his chest hair rather than having the shirt look like it’s choking him. “Wouldn’t you prefer that, daddy? Seeing your princess naked, ready to take your cock all night long?” Ashton knew what she was doing, trying to keep himself composed to at least make it to dinner. He didn’t really have a choice on whether or not he could go, but there were no restrictions on how long they needed to stay.

“Come on,” he barely choked out, draping the fabric over her shoulders before tugging her out of her apartment, a groan escaping her lips. She thought she had him wrapped around her finger in that moment, which only meant she would need to try harder, and what better way to get a good night of sex than to tease him in front of the boys?

The ride to the large restaurant was quiet, Ashton’s hand resting on y/n’s thigh while he drove the ten minutes into Sydney deciding to valet his car rather than attempt to look for parking. Y/n had seemed to forget what had happened at the apartment, letting Ashton’s arm snake around her waist as he led her inside to a small room in the back filled with his band mates, their dates, as well as members of the management staff and their dates. A few bottles of champagne lined the table as a few appetizers scattered around, the couple finding two seats in between Michael’s date and Calum.

“Glad you could finally join us,” Luke teased as Ashton waited for y/n to sit, pushing in her chair before taking a seat next to her, flipping Luke off in the process.

“I was running late,” Ashton said letting the blame fall on him, which was true, Y/n was ready for once when he had shown up at her door, taking a minute for him to figure out how to style his now short hair, something he wasn’t necessarily used to. The group shared a bit of small talk, y/n joking with Michael’s new flavor of the month as she shared stories from when she visited the boys in Montreal.

“Can I grab any drinks?” a waitress asked, perched happily in between Calum and Ashton as the blonde turned to his girlfriend, poking at her thigh trying to grab her attention.

“Babe, I know you won’t drink the champagne. Do you want a rosé or a pinot noir? I can get a bottle?” he questioned stroking at her thigh with his thumb in a comforting way, driving y/n crazy only adding to her own issues at the moment.

“Rosé’s fine. I don’t care which one,” she said letting her own hand land on his, stopping the movements as he turned back to the waitress requesting the bottle, as well as two wine glasses instead of the champagne flutes.

“Of course, sir,” the waitress giggled, y/n’s lips curling into a frown as the girl shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend who was just too oblivious to notice she wasn’t just being nice. But, this was also the boy that needed y/n to literally strip for him the first time they had sex for him to get the hint. It was hard enough being deprived of sex for one hundred and thirty-nine days, this was just the icing on the cake. She scooted a bit closer to Ashton, catching his eye only for a moment before he turned back to Calum, engaging himself in a deeper conversation as her hand landed on his thigh, raking her nails lightly up and down as she rested her head on his shoulder trying to make the gesture seem as innocent as possible. She was going to make this experience as difficult as possible for him.

Once everyone received their alcoholic beverages, the appetizers were passed around, y/n skipping on most of them not being a huge fan of seafood, but gladly taking the bruschetta passed around, letting it sit on her small plate, her hand only leaving Ashton’s leg to grab at the large plate before passing it down on it’s way through the table. She waited until Ashton had taken a piece of the tuna bite on his plate, moving her hand down agonizingly slow to cup at his crotch, squeezing it lightly causing him to choke on what was in his mouth, moving the same hand to his back rubbing soothing circles as he cleared his airways.

“Are you alright?” Luke asked from across the table, looking at him nervous, Ashton holding up a thumb as he continued to cough into his elbow, throwing a glare at his girlfriend who kept the best poker face he had ever seen. There was so much sympathy thrown onto her face, but her eyes held that lust filled, devilish look he had grown to know from the escapades in the bedroom. This was on purpose.

“You alright baby?” y/n questioned gripping at his wine glass, holding it to him for him to take a sip, putting it back on the table once he could breathe properly once again. He moved his mouth towards her ear, keeping his face as normal as her could not wanting to throw up any red flags with the guys knowing he would never hear the end of this.

“Don’t fucking start with me, princess. Now is not the time,” he basically growled in her ear as she furrowed her brows turning to face him as if she was confused, cocking an eyebrow up slightly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, daddy?” she said, the name reserved only for the bedroom slipping off her tongue in fluidity as if it was supposed to be out in the air like that. “I bet I could suck you off right here and no one would notice.” His cock twitched in his pants as he became aroused at the thought of getting head in public, in front of his band mates and, pretty much, his bosses: so vulgar and tempting, enticing him even more.

“Princess, if you let one more vulgar thing leave that dirty little mouth of yours, daddy won’t let you cum tonight,” he whispered again, pulling his head away from her not letting her respond as her mouth hung open slightly in shock and disbelief, arousal soaking her panties just at the thought of understimulation and how good her orgasm will feel when he does let her cum. It would be something new for them, and that excited her more than anything at this point setting her over the edge of her frustration. She didn’t even care about dinner that this point. She wanted to go home and fuck Ashton so good that she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed in the morning.

She sighed in content before placing her hand on his thigh once again, fingers dancing atop his dress pants as she ate the piece of bread with the tomato mozzarella mixture that resided on her plate. Once she had finished that, she stood up to head to the bathroom, only to pull off her panties and return moments later with them shoved into her hand, sitting down with her hands folded in her lap.

The waitress had finally returned with the entrees, once again standing between Ashton and Calum, dropping off both entrees for the men as y/n laid her panties on Ashton’s lap, a playful gleam in her eye as the waitress caught sight of what she was doing, knocking over Ashton’s glass into his lap. He didn’t bother standing up, just looking down as his wine coated crotch, catching sight of his girlfriend’s undergarment that should be on her body, his semi growing hard, now, just waiting to be touched. He grabbed the flimsy fabric, quickly shoving it in his pocket as he stood up from the table, all eyes on him.

“Are you alright, Ash?” Michael asked, catching a glimpse of the boy’s eyes, mistaking his lust for anger as he shook his head slightly.

“We’re going to go,” he said simply, moving to the side waiting for his girlfriend to stand up, the color draining from the waitress’s face as she apologized profusely thinking it was her fault the beautiful man was leaving, having no idea that y/n had set him over the edge. Ashton liked to play sexual games with his girlfriend, teasing the other in public was one of them, but he didn’t enjoy the thought of some other guy catching a glimpse of her bare pussy due to lack of clothing. He had mentioned that time and time again. The table looked between the two, Ashton’s frowning face as y/n pouted, bottom lip jutted out, poker face hiding her excitement and nerves at once as she thought about the punishment she knew was to come. He grabbed her hand in his, pulling her to the exit without another word, handing the valet a slip of paper before the man went running to retrieve his vehicle.

“Ash,” she mumbled not enjoying the silence. As many times as she had pulled something like this in public, he was never this quiet, only earning a shake of his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

“Oh, princess, princess, princess,” he said, the car pulling up, parking right in front of them as he opened the passenger door for her helping her  inside of the car. That was all he had said, the entire way home, a stuffy silence filled the car as y/n shifted in her seat nervously, looking at Ashton out of the corner of her eye, his clenched jaw, hands gripping the wheel as his eyes were fixated on the road. She went to reach towards his leg, only to have him grab her wrist before it could graze the fabric on his leg. “You really don’t want to do that right now.” She moved her hand away deciding to just leave it be as he pulled into her apartment complex, helping her out of the car before making their way inside to her small apartment, Ashton escaping to the kitchen as y/n followed him slowly, now worried she had pissed him off instead.

“Ash,” she said barely above a whisper as she watched him pull out a glass from her cabinet, heading towards the freezer to fill it with ice.

“Go lay down,” he said back simply not turning to look at her as she bit down on her lip, shifting her weight between her feet.

“Look, I’m-,”

“Daddy said to go lay down, princess, so I don’t know why you’re still standing here,” he said cutting her off, finally turning to face her, his eyes clouded with lust. The look he was giving her was something new, and it had her knees weak. She quickly made her way towards her room, sitting on the edge of the bed knowing better than to do anything she wasn’t told to do. She had already worked him up enough for today. “Such a good girl,” he muttered watching her from the doorway, her eyes shooting up to meet his, taking her lip between her teeth as he moved to set his glass on the stand next to her bed before beckoning her onto her feet, his body replacing hers on the bed. “Strip.” She hesitated, but only for a second before pulling down the zipper on the side of her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet leaving her in just a bra and heels before unclasping the bra, tossing that to the side as well. She stopped, not sure if he meant the heels as well when he said to strip, watching his eyes rake up her body. They had been together for a little over two years now and, yet, he could still make her feel insecure and vulnerable with just once glance. “Want me to go over the rules, princess? Daddy’s added a couple of new ones for tonight.” She nodded her head slowly, arms crossing over her bare chest as he quickly pulled them away, revealing her body to him. “Words.”

“Yes,” she squeaked out, Ashton raising an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” she mumbled, her hands intertwined with his as he pulled her hands to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each knuckle.

“First, and foremost, darling, I am in charge. You do not tell me what to do, you ask, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” His hands let go of hers, placing them on her hips softly and slowly, trailing them up her sides.

“Number two: what’s our safeword, princess?”

“Red.” His hands started to trail back down her body as slow and soft as they had going up.

“And when do we use this safeword?”

“When I’m uncomfortable or am hurting.” A chill ran down her spine as goosebumps coated her skin at the feeling of his skin on hers. He lifted a hand to her mouth, his thumb tapping at her lips for her to open, sticking the digit in for her to suck on it as he watched her.

“Number three: you ask permission to cum,” he said watching as she nodded her head, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger, teeth grazing lightly as he bit down on his bottom lip. “Number four’s a new one princess. And this is only for tonight, okay?” She nodded her head once again as he moved his finger from her mouth, standing up in front of her, only to lift her up and turn her around to place her on the bed. “Don’t you dare cum until I say so.” He pressed his lips to hers roughly as she returned the favor, hands running through his hair as he grabbed at her thigh, pulling her leg up to wrap around his hip while the other hand pulled out the panties she had taken off at the restaurant. “Arms up,” he commanded against her lips watching her eyes flicker with excitement, more than ready to lift her hands above her head for him as he dominated her. He tore the fabric at the seams so it would be easy to tie through the posts of the headboard, y/n’s eyes widening in shock. “You know how I feel about you not wearing panties in public. So next time, we’re going to keep them on, yes?”

“Yes, daddy,” she said, a blush on her face as he slipped her wrists through one loop, twisting the fabric before tying her tightly to the headboard, but not enough to cut off circulation in her wrists. He climbed off her body, making his way to her closet where he knew she kept her toys for when he was away. “Daddy.”

“Yes, princess?” he called out, pulling down the box on the top shelf, settling for the vibrator he had gotten her for her birthday the past year.

“What are you going to do?” she questioned, watching him return with the bright green toy, his shirt now unbuttoned as he pulled it from his shoulders onto the floor.

“I told you. I’m not going to let you cum,” he said turning it on to a medium speed, sticking it in his mouth to wet it before rubbing it lightly over her clit causing her hips to buck up towards him. “Hips stay down, princess.”

“But I didn’t say anything else bad,” she muttered, Ashton pressing the toy down harshly on her clit causing her to moan loudly before pulling it back to teasing her once again.

“You’re right, you didn’t baby. You were such a good girl until you went and took off your panties in the bathroom. So, now, I’m going to punish you.” He pressed down a bit harder on her clit, circling the vibrating toy over her nub as he turned it up another speed, letting the toy drop down to her opening to collect some of her juices, letting it trail back up rubbing over her. He legs started to shake as she tried as best as she could to keep her hips down, whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to hold it together. “You close, princess?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” she moaned, her hands pulling on her restraints as she cried out. “Can I cum?” she asked quickly, only to have the toy pulled away from her, a loud whimper escaping her lips as she breathed heavily trying to catch her breath.

“Why isn’t daddy letting you cum?” he questioned letting a finger trail up through her folds collecting the wetness spilling from her as she shook from the sensitivity.

“As a punishment,” she responded, eyes closed as she heard the vibrator turn on once again, bracing herself.

“And why is this your punishment?” he questioned pressing it to her her clit again as she moaned loudly once again, back arching off of the bed.

“Because you don’t like to hurt me,” she said quickly, panting heavily as pleasure took over her once again, her orgasm building up quickly from being denied the first time as she moaned loudly over and over, Ashton loving the way her body thrashed against the mattress trying to relieve herself. He’d rather watch her like this than watch her ass turn a bright shade of red, spanking her harshly. “Cum?”

“That’s not a full sentence,” he said, turning the speed up once again as she screamed trying desperately to hold it together, only to have him deny her orgasm for the second time. Her body fell back to the mattress, sweat starting to coat her body as she looked at him through hooded eyes. She could tell he was enjoying watching her beg, but knew he wouldn’t last much longer, especially when it started to become painful for her. He knew her body just as well as she did and what her limit was. He placed the toy down next to her body, situating himself between her legs, face level with her pussy, eyes gleaming at the amount of her arousal dripping from her onto her satin sheets. “Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he muttered letting his tongue lick a stripe up collecting some of her juices in his mouth before diving in, her arms tugging desperately at the restraints now, wanting to tug at his hair and push him deeper into her pussy. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build up for the third time, now hanging on by a single thread as she tried to get the words to flow from her mouth.

“CanICum? CanICum? CanIcum?” she practically chanted, her words flowing together as he pulled back from her, another whine escaping her lips. “Fuck, Ash.”

“I’m sorry, what’s my name?” he asked gripping her face in his hand. “You didn’t seem to have any issues calling me daddy in front of the guys and management? Why not now in the comfort of your own bedroom?” She didn’t respond, letting her brain process what was going on. She desperately needed a release, but her cunt was so sensitive at this point, she wasn’t sure she could handle anymore. “I’m speaking to you princess.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered looking into his eyes before looking away once again. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know you are, princess,” he said leaning up to press a kiss to her lips. “You’ve been such a good girl, handling your punishment.” He crawled off of her, feet touching the floor as he pulled off his pants and briefs, his cock standing at attention as he rubbed over his tip looking at her carefully. “You’ve done such a good job, it’s my turn to please you.” He didn’t bother with a condom, crawling back onto her before slowly pushing inside of her, letting out a moan from how wet and tight she felt around him.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her legs wrapping around him once again as he started to thrust into her at a quick pace, his hips snapping against hers harshly as one hand dug into her hip most likely going to leave bruises the next morning while the other held him up as she moaned loudly with each thrust. Her orgasm was approaching quickly, he could feel her tightening around her as she struggled to form coherent words, digging his face into her neck as he left love bites along her flesh.

“You can cum, princess. All over my cock,” he let out in a raspy breath, her body shaking from the orgasm as she squirted, the sight setting him over the edge as he pulled out, releasing over her sweat coated stomach as she caught her breath. They both took a minute to calm down, Ashton retreating to the bathroom to grab a towel using it to clean himself off of her before untying her wrists from the headboard, kissing at her skin repeatedly before peppering her face with kisses. “Was I too rough?”

“No,” she mumbled kissing his lips as she struggled to stay awake, Ashton catching the hint as he settled in next to her, cuddling her body tightly to his.

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispered in her ear as she nestled into his body even more than she already had.

“I love you too, Ash.”

Few Personal Headcanons


2p Italy plays the violin and to me is basically that one guy who looks super cool and awesome from a distance but one you get to know them is literally the worst friend you’ve ever made. Luciano has a low patience and can not handle stupidity even as a joke. If you would act really stupid round him, I can only say he would squint at you judging you silently. Also is super Tsundere. No one can tell me other wise.

Ugh 2p Germany is a huge perv not even gonna lie. He’d make like sexual innuendos and then laugh about them later while you’re probably still wondering what the hell he’s talking about. He is lazy but not lazy enough to have the body of all gods.(acts smooth, but it actually really lame)

2p Japan. Third most sensible of the axis, but can be really irrational in the heat of the moment. Kuro is the one who has the ringtone to his favorite anime opening or ending and most likely has a shrine of Miku in his closet. He is the mother and does not give a shit about anything, like forever poker face. Best cook that has ever set foot on the planet earth and don’t you forget it.

2p Romano is the bigger fashionista there has ever lived. Don’t even get me started on how this boy will angrily type a whole packet about how bad crocs are and why they should be illegal. He is the topmost of all fashion and most of his brain consist on his appearance. Even though he cares much about appearance he won’t look at someone in disgust if they don’t look camera ready. Unless they wear something that isn’t their size(mostly too small) then he might have trouble on telling his friends and not keeping it to himself.

He is the cutest baby of all I can’t even tell how adorable 2p Prussia is. Gillen has really low self esteem, like if you give him a compliment he might either deny it or his self esteem would go up but like +3 and if he gets any negative comments it’ll drop to like -60000. He’s not weak, but is really indecisive about his decisions. For example if someone was picking on a friend of his, his time would mostly be standing there thinking out scenarios of what could happen in the two paths, making him on of the most sensible.He’s more of a picker upper than someone to stop it all together.


2p America is without a doubt an instigator. He’s like the child who never grew up, not really having much of filter or testing people with a goofy smile of his face. Overall just a big kid. Even though he can be really childish there are times where he’s really an adult, like cheering people up or taking serious situations serious while still lightening up the mood. With a s/o, he’d be really gentle and would put them first before himself. He’s a dick though. Is Vegan and haaaaaaaates when any of fast food commercials come on, because it makes his stomach hurt to see so much grease in one food item. It hurts his soul.

2p Canada is the big buff cheeto puff. He’s super blank face and looks really intimating, but is all about cuddling by the fireplace with a hot cup of Cocoa. He does the occasional smoking, but only if he’s really stressed out and needs some kinda quick way to get his mind clear. Matthieu has a “Bros Before Hoes” relationship with Allen even though it doesn’t really seem like they get along. He is the best at making some fluffy buttery pancakes that you would be begging for seconds.

2p France, as we all know if a heavy smoker and drinker. François doesn’t tend to talk much and doesn’t mind having silence. He also tends to have a medium to high sex drive. Not that he needs to be in any kind of sexual act constantly, but probably can’t do it himself after a week or two. He’s like Italy, mafia wise and has plenty of connections to get what he wants when needed. Right now he doesn’t seem so compatible, but does a soft side deep deep deep in his soul and can’t stand the sight of an injured pet. Has to change the channel if one of those animal shelter donation commercials come on.

2p England is the kindest most sweetest loving asshole there has ever been. Sure he is covered with colors and smiles and cupcakes, but can annoy you bad into swearing so he can pull out that swear jar. He cares for everything, but don’t get him to a point where he’s so mad that his kitchen knife won’t just be used to cutting foods. He won’t swear for anything and if he does it’s just words like fudge or butterscotch.

2p Russia is the love of everyone. Vlad is a pacifist and will not fight not matter how gruesome things are. He would sit down and have a civilized conversation about the issue over like some coffee instead of resulting to violence. He has a large library in his home containing over hundreds of books and loves to read and be informed of politics. He is very well cultured on the world and enjoys learning more information and facts. He likes people who are willing to talk about touchy subjects in the world and who wouldn’t turn a blind eye to such issues.(race, injustice, politics, brutality etc.)

2p China is the short angry one, also with zero amount of filters. He sucks a cooking, please do not ask this child to make ANYTHING for you, unless you’re prepared to go to hospital to get your stomach pumped. It may look good, but do not taste it at all cost. When he’s stressed out he’ll just get high and chill with some kid shows and a bag of Doritos. Huge flirt and just because he flirts doesn’t mean he’s all into you though. Just saying.


2p Spain is literally a stone. You will probably never see this guy smile, he barely talks, doesn’t like being touched and doesn’t know the word friendly or gentle. The only person he lets touch him and hang onto him is Flavio. I mean he let him dye a strand of his hair. Anyway, Andres has a “whatever if it’s not broken” attitude and doesn’t care what people think. He does like being inside and just take a nap, so have fun with that.

You know that one kid in high school who had shaved hair, Metallica shirts, ripped jeans and wore the pentagon necklaces and you kinda hated them but still found them alluring in a way? That is literally 2p Austria. Ryszard is all about rock and seems like a “Hail Satan!” kind of guy. He plans on being ruler of the world and treats himself like the king. He tends to smoke for any occasion, sad, mad, happy, bored, just to have something in his mouth. Like binge eating, but with cigarettes. Even though he listens to the hard rock and metal, he secretly has a huge soft spot for classical music. Bach, Beethoven, Debussy, so on and so forth.

Poker Face (Peter Quill X Reader)

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy
Pairing: Peter Quill X Reader
Word Count: 2,734
Warning: Some language, some sexual themes!!
Song Used: Poker Face – Lady GaGa 
Sorry the formatting’s screwed up  ;-;

I wanna hold ‘em like they do in Texas plays;
Fold 'em, let 'em, hit me, raise it baby stay with me (I love it).

Peter looked around at the buildings, trying to find the famous Elixir. He had heard it was a bar that held a poker game every month, which was ‘free for anyone to join, if they were prepared to lose all of their money’. The person that ran the poker game was certainly cocky, he’d give them that.

And he couldn’t wait to prove them wrong.

Not to brag, but he could count on one hand the number of poker games he had lost in his life. So yeah, he was certainly excited when he found the bar he was looking for.


You sighed tiredly, glancing around the table. There were a couple of your regulars, men who, for some reason, still thought they had a chance at beating you. There were a couple of new people, but no one really sparked your interest.

You gathered up your deck of cards, shuffling them before handing them out so everyone had five cards. You were just about to start the game when a man ran into the room.

“Is it too late to join?” He asked, panting slightly. You were momentarily startled, he was certainly new (and he certainly sparked your interest, not that anyone needed to know that), but shook your head, gesturing to an empty seat to your right.

He sat down, flashing you a blinding smile. “Peter Quill, better known as Star-Lord, nice to meet you.” He said, offering you a hand.

You didn’t take it, and instead placed five cards in front of him. You were seated at the head of the table, but you stood up, eying everyone. “I would imagine you all know how to play poker, correct?”

Everyone nodded, a few grumbling answers.

“Good. Now, I have a couple rules. Number one: Cheating will not be tolerated. If you are caught cheating in any way, you will be severely punished. Number two: all losses are final. If you bet something and decide later that you want it back, then I am sorry, but it will not be returned. Am I understood?”

All the men seated at the table nodded.

“Good. My final rule is this: have fun.” A couple of men snorted. “Oi, Jackson, di Angelo, stop snickering. That’s the whole point of this, right? To have a little fun?” You said, a dangerous glint in your eyes.

“No, the whole point of this is to get frustrated and end up losing all of our money to you.” Your childhood friend Percy said, rolling his eyes.

“And yet you come back every month.” You pointed out, raising an eyebrow at them.

Percy and Nico didn’t have a response to that, and you grinned triumphantly.

“Now boys, who’s up for a little poker?”


Peter was positively fascinated by you.

You had the absolute best poker face he’d ever seen, keeping your mouth, eyebrows, eyes, everything perfectly controlled. You didn’t react at all whenever someone made a move, never revealing whether you had a good hand or not.

And it was kind of unnerving. But cool, at the same time.

Truth be told, you were distracting him. He was losing money quicker than he had planned on, but the game wasn’t over yet, and he wanted to see if he had a shot with you after the game ended, so he did something stupid.

“So, boys, you ready to call it quits? Or does anyone have anything left to bet?” You asked, idly playing with the many watches in your pile of winnings.

“I do.” Peter said, completely without thinking, putting his Walkman on the table.

You raised an eyebrow (who still used cassettes?), but let him do it, then proceeded to win it in the next hand.

“You guys done now?” You asked again, and everyone nodded, trickling out of the room and into the connected bar. Well, not everyone. You were counting the money you had won when you noticed that the new guy, Peter, had lingered behind.

“Is there something you want?” You questioned, arching an eyebrow at the admittedly attractive man.

“My Walkman?” He tried hopefully.

You sighed, banging your head on the table. “Why does no one ever listen when I explain the rules?”

“I listened!” Peter said defensively. “I was just distracted by your beauty.” He said, winking at you.

“How original. I’ve definitely never heard that before.” You deadpanned. You spoke again after a moment. “Who’s the Walkman from? Sister, grandma, girlfriend, what?”

“My mom.” You could tell by the way he said it that she must’ve passed away.

You tossed him the Walkman. “Don’t let it happen again, all right? And don’t tell anyone, I don’t need them thinking that I’m going soft.”

He caught it easily, grinning. “Thanks. Is there something I can do to pay you back?” His tone turned seductive as he stepped closer to you.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t put out on the first date. Try again sometime though, you’re pretty cute.” You winked at him. “Now shoo.” You gestured out the door. “I need to count my winnings, and then I have a bar to run.”

Peter did as you asked, and you may or may not have appreciatively checked out his ass as he did so (a fact which Peter did in fact notice, grinning to himself). You definitely hoped that he’d be returning to your next poker game.


Peter glanced around the planet, trying to figure out why it looked so familiar. He walked down the street, eyes widening in surprise when he saw the word Elixir in glowing green letters.

He had visited this bar a couple years back, and he had fully intended on coming back, but with stealing the orb and defeating Ronan and becoming a guardian of the galaxy, it had kind of slipped his mind.

He could see his team eying him curiously, they had stopped here to fuel up and here he was running off, but he just waved at them before he pushed the door to the bar open and stepped inside.

And there she was, looking just as beautiful (and badass) as he remembered.

She was wearing tight, really really awesomely tight, black ripped jeans with black, spiked combat boots. She paired that with a dark blue leather jacket and a low cut, dark grey tank top.

She didn’t notice him come in, and even if she had, he doubted she would have remembered him (they had only met once, after all, and that was a long time ago).

He walked up to the bar where she was bartending and silently cheered because the bar was mostly empty.

“Hey Angel Face, one Angel Face please.” Peter said, a grin on his face. You snorted.

“Really clever, using drink names as pet names for the bartender.” You teased as you grabbed the gin and the apricot brandy. You mixed the drink and turned around, placing the drink in front of him.

“Oh, hey! You’ve been here before, right?” You asked, idly sipping on your own drink, a Red Russian. Oh, the benefits of owning your own business, you could drink on the job and there was no one to yell at you for it.

He nodded. “I’m Peter; I came here, oh, two or three years ago.” And then he grinned. “You remember me?”

“Don’t get too excited, I remember almost everyone that comes in. Hey, will you turn around real quick?” The man did as you asked and you whistled appreciatively. “Though, that sweet ass is the main reason why I remember you specifically.”

He turned back around, raising an eyebrow at you. “What are the other reasons?”

“That pretty little face you got there is another reason.” You said, shrugging and taking another sip of your drink. “Oh, and you kind of helped save the galaxy, Mr. Star-Lord.” He looked at you in surprise. “I do watch the news occasionally.”

“And, that’s not even mentioning that you were the only person I’ve ever met who still has a motherfucking Walkman.” You said teasingly.

You were surprised to find that that made him blush (it was extremely faint, but still there). “It was a gift from my mom.”

You nodded. “I remember that. You tried to seduce me in thanks for returning it.” You commented, resting your chin on folded hands as you leaned your elbows against the counter. This in turn gave Peter an absolutely fantastic view of your nicely endowed chest.

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like me.” He responded, trying not to stare at your cleavage and failing miserably. You noticed, of course, but said nothing, choosing instead to eye him thoughtfully.

“You know,” You started, glancing around the bar. “You’re the only customer I have right now, and my room is just above the bar, is it too late to let you seduce me?”

“Are you sure you aren’t the one seducing me now?” Peter teased.

You shrugged. “You can look at it that way if you want, but the way I see it, I missed out on a hot piece of ass the last time you were here and I simply don’t want to make that mistake again.” You looked at him expectantly. “So, upstairs? Or do you have somewhere to be?”

Peter thought back to his team, his friends, who were still outside, and probably waiting for him to come back outside. He really should go back out there.

But then he looked back over at you, and he saw that you had already shed your jacket, folded it, and placed it on the counter. Your arms were bare, your chest even more visible, and Peter’s thoughts of his friends were almost completely wiped from his mind.

They knew him well enough by now, surely they’d figure out why he hadn’t returned?  

With that thought in mind, Peter responded. “Nope, I have nowhere to be. Upstairs sounds perfect.”

You grinned, walking around the counter and leaning up, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to his lips. You pulled away after a moment, licking your lips thoughtfully. “Mhm, yeah, I could get used to that.” Peter wondered what you meant by that, but said nothing. “You head upstairs, I just gotta make sure the door’s locked and then I’ll join you.”

Peter did as you asked while you walked over to your front door, locking it and turning your sign so that it said closed instead of open.

You walked eagerly up the stairs and turned a corner, blinking in surprise when you saw the half-naked man that was sprawled across your __f/c__ comforter. You assumed that he had taken off his shirt and jacket in preparation for your ‘activities’ and then got distracted by your bed.

You leaned against the wall, smiling fondly at him. “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping.” Was his muffled response.

“Why on Earth are you sleeping?” You asked, flopping down beside him on the bed.

“Because you have the softest bed known to man! Believe me, I love my ship, but my bed is not nearly as comfortable as this one is.”

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t make him get up, and instead snuggled in close to him.

“No, don’t do that, I’m ready for the sexxxxxxx.” Peter said sleepily, looking up at you from your his pillow.

You chuckled. “No, you’re not. You’re exhausted. So sleep.” You brought a hand up, lightly stroking through his hair. “Besides, I usually like to get to know someone before we have sex.”

Peter lazily raised an eyebrow. “But you seduced me, remember?”

“That is because, from what I’ve seen on the news, you’re a traveller. I didn’t think that I’d have time to get to know you as well as I’d like, so I was just going to take the sex and let you leave, but now that I’ve seen you like this,” You gestured at him being all sleepy and adorable. “I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to let you leave. Not until I know all of your favorite songs and your favorite movies and what you look like when my mouth or my hand is on decidedly naughty places and you are panting and begging and moaning and what your hobbies are, you know, all of that good stuff.”

“One of those is definitely not like the others.” Peter said cheekily, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“You’re hot.” You said, as if that explained everything.

“Mhm, so are you.” Peter said, lazily brushing a kiss across your lips before settling down into your bed.

“Thank you. Now sleep, we have plenty of time to get to the fun stuff.”

Peter knew that wasn’t true, he was a guardian, he wouldn’t be able to stay here long, but for now, he let himself forget that, nuzzling his nose in your hair as he fell asleep.


When Peter woke up, he glanced around curiously, wondering why he wasn’t on his ship and where his crew was.

It wasn’t until you popped into the room, grinning at him and waving before popping back out that he remembered that he was in the room above a bar, because he almost slept with the hot bartender.

Peter climbed out of bed, tugging his shirt back on and pulling on his jacket before he clambered down the stairs. He blinked in surprise when he saw his crew, Groot, Rocket, Drax, and Gamora, all of them, sitting at the bar, drinking and laughing merrily.

“Ah, the beast has awoken!” You exclaimed, waving at him as he stepped in the room. He slowly approached the counter on which you were perched, raising an eyebrow.

“What are they doing here?” Peter asked, looking at his friends in confusion.

You chuckled. “Drax thought I kidnapped you, so he dragged Groot, Rocket, and Gamora to my front door, demanding that I return you. After I explained that you were not, in fact, kidnapped, I let them in. And we’ve been drinking since then while we waited for you to get up.” You explained with a shrug, pulling him closer by the collar of his jacket and pecking his lips.

Everyone, excluding the people in your bar that were actually customers, looked at you in surprise, including Peter. But then he did something that surprised everyone, especially you.

He kissed you again.

He simply brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, and leaned in, kissing you.

You were surprised, to say the least. All of the kisses that you had shared so far, you had initiated (well, he had initiated one kiss, but he was half asleep and it was really more of a peck).

You quirked an eyebrow at him when he pulled away. “What was that?”

He raised an eyebrow back at you. “That was me kissing a very attractive woman. Problem?”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “Nope. Not at all.”


“I wish you could stay.” You mumbled as Peter idly rubbed your back.

“I’m not gonna lie: I’ve slept with a lot of women,” Peter started.

“Really, that’s a wonderful thing to tell someone right after you’ve slept with them.” You interrupted, rolling your eyes.  

“Hush.” Peter said, looking over at you and pressing a finger to your lips. “Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was going to say that while I’ve slept with a lot of women, I’ve never had the urge to, you know, stay with someone after. But I want to stay here with you.”

You smiled sadly, one of your hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “But you can’t. I know.”

“I’ll come by and visit.” Peter promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’d better. If you don’t, I’ll find my own ship and I will hunt you down.” You teased.

Peter grinned, moving so that he was hovering over you, his hands resting on either side of your head.

“Can I get a little going away present?”

You didn’t answer, just pulled him down into a kiss while your legs wrapped around his waist.  

And baby when it’s love, if it’s not rough it isn’t fun, fun.

End.   <3

i love me some innocent!donut, but what about troll!donut. donut who is every bit aware of all these innuendos and has the best poker face ever to fucking exist. it has given him YEARS of entertainment. he is COMMITTED, okay. who else is going to troll the shit out of these stuffy ass repressed men if not him

zylphiacrowley  asked:

How about everyone getting together one evening to play strip poker?


Hancock: is winning, everyone is 99% sure he cheats, but no can find proof yet, he will give up every other article of clothing he owns, but he will sooner quit the game before he gives up his hat and coat.

Danse: as everyone was rather quick to find out, Danse is terrible at poker, especially strip poker, it didn’t help that he pretty much only came in the BoS jumpsuit and a jacket. He loses EVERYTHING.

Piper: Has a terrible Poker Face, she is easily distracted by everyone else who is losing, ends up losing quite a few articles of clothing because it’s totally way to hot in here guys, really I wanted to lose those anyway.

Cait: hell, she doesn’t even care that she’s losing, she came for the view and is staying for the view. Also she was promised free drinks. Probably the one who talked everyone else into playing.

Deacon: keeps making ridiculous faces at everyone, and so everyone accuses him of cheating, but he argues that it is definitely not cheating to just make silly faces, and it’s definitely not cheating to wear as many articles of clothing as humanly possible. Ends up losing them all anyway. SMH.

MacCready: doesn’t fully understand the rules of strip poker, fights tooth and nail to try and keep his hat, eventually loses it though, is too busy trying to keep himself covered to fully pay attention to his cards

Nick: he is incredibly good at poker, and has an amazing poker face. Loses nothing, everyone is slightly disappointed. Says he has the house edge by having 200 years worth of poker experience

Curie: somehow always ends up with the best cards, is the reasons everyone else has lost most of their clothing. She does lose quite a bit in the beginning though, which she quickly wins back.

Preston: He’s won some, he’s lost some. has a terrible poker face. Is blushing just a little to hard and is finding it hard to concentrate on his cards as the night goes on.

X6: Has the absolute best poker face ever, which is good because He keeps getting dealt terrible hands, and as a result, is quick to lose his uniform, no one dares try to take his sweet shades though.

Strong: doesn’t understand strip poker, why humans play game to lose armor? This is stupid! Probably flips the table over.

Codsworth: he wouldn’t dare risk losing his hat! Instead he serves drinks.

Dogmeat: is busy hiding all of the discarded clothing while everyone else is paying attention to the game.

TITLE: rogue

PAIRING:  casino oppa!wonho x underaged!changkyun

RATING: m (drugs, sex and adult themes)


SUMMARY: it was a night in which jooheon and changkyun yearned to do something more than stay at home and watch series for the former’s birthday. little did they know that it will end with a twist.

A/N: because their hero comeback gave me and a friend a few inspirations for this fic. and also because she had requested for smut so i [chanyeol voice] let out the beast. unbeta-ed and written while i was having a headache. so i honestly don’t know what went on here but i hope y’all enjoy still!

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anonymous asked:

You can fight me on that, but Makki and Mattsun are not just two meme lords with poker faces, but the best friends ever and they care so much for their team and friends they would do anything to make them happy. They need more love

I won’t fight you on this, never ever, wonderful anon!! Makki and Mattsun are more than meme lords to me. They are the very best friends to my precious boys and great senpais in the seijou team. To me, they’ve practically adopted Iwa and Oiks as their kids. Believe me that Makki would be there nagging on Oikawa for acting stupid, Mattsun would physically drag Iwa and tuck him in bed when Iwa works too much. 

I don’t know if it’s just me, while Mattsun is usually portrayed with a poker face, I feel like he’d be the first one tearing up when IwaOi finally propose or at IwaOi’s wedding. He’s the inwardly sentimental big brother in the family. 

Give Makki and Mattsun more love!!!

Deleted lines from The Avengers script #462
  • Loki: Barton told me everything.
  • Widow: Everything?
  • Loki: *Everything*.
  • Widow: Did he tell you what happened in Budapest?
  • Loki: *(Asgardian pants on fire)* Um...yes.
  • Widow: Because Thor told me what *really* happened in Nornheim.
  • Loki:
  • Loki: I see.
  • Loki: What did he tell you?
  • Widow: What did he tell *you*?
  • Loki: So you don't know what happened in Nornheim.
  • Widow: So *you* don't know what happened in Budapest.
  • Loki:
  • Loki: Where the feculence is Budapest?
I’ve Waited For You

Summary: After coming back from his mandatory enlistment TOP finds himself in a predicament: being a part of We Got Married. Can this be something that leads him to what he never thought he could have?
Genre: TOP x Reader
Words: 2014

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs used. They’re strictly for aesthetic purposes and belong to their rightful owners!

He didn’t know why he was doing this. Well, that was a lie. He did know why. He was just hoping he could’ve come up with an excuse that didn’t sound like one to get out of it.

Looking down at the We Got Married contract and spreadsheet before him, TOP wished the world would come and swallow him whole.

It was only a couple months since he’d gotten out of the military. While he was doing active duty he’d come up with a lot of plans and thoughts about his career. Releasing a new song accompanied by a music video was one of them. Being the face and model of a few name brands had been one. A few talk shows and game shows here and there had also been on there. But not this.

TOP felt his stomach churn as his eyes scanned the title page for what felt like the millionth time. Maybe he’d read it again for an infinite amount of time. In hopes the name would change, but he knew it would remain the same.

When President Yang slid the proposal over he thought it was something else. Maybe another try at getting him on one of his music shows that he hated. Well, he didn’t hate them. Not really. Sometimes it just reminded him too much of his younger self; green, young, and eager. Full of determination and drive that fueled innocent hope that one day he’d be where he was today. Not thinking or caring about the sacrifices he’d make or the decisions that would leave him feeling hollowed and way past empty.

At first, TOP had scoffed reading those three bold words. Yang must have been out of his mind to even think he would consider this idiotic show. But Yang had been persistent. Telling him to, “Take it home and really think about it,” before giving him his final answer.

When he got home later that night TOP threw the proposal in the trash. It was just something he wasn’t willing to consider. His stubbornness rearing its ugly head in full force. He’d already downed a whole bottle of his favorite wine; staring blankly out into the Han river.

TOP held out hope that after the first bottle it would cut off all thought. His mind free from overthinking. But it felt like the opposite happened. His eyes diverting back to the trash bin. A scoff shaking his chest as his lips upturned in a snarl.

This was playing out every few minutes and he felt exhausted. By the time he’d started on his second bottle his mother had come over for their daily chats.

That was one of the best moments of his life: seeing his mother again after almost two long years of only letters and cards. It hadn’t been the same as hearing her voice or her constant fretting on if he’d eaten enough. Cool hands running over his forehead and face as if he was still an infant just to make sure he wasn’t getting sick.

“If you can’t take care of yourself, my son, you can trust your mother will.”

There was no one else in this world TOP loved like his mother. There was no one else who could get through to him or make him feel infinitely more guilty about his life choices than her, as well.

He didn’t hear her come in. Too zoned out watching the freedom of the birds soaring into painted blue skies before disappearing. His wine glass tipping in his hand, ready to spill onto the mahogany floor when a slap on his shoulder startled him back to reality.

“Seunghyun,” she scolded, “where are you?”

She left her hand on his shoulder. A steady weight that reminded him where he was. He was home. It was okay.

TOP’s lips answered her only with a timid smile. His own hand reaching up to cover her own giving it a slight squeeze in gratitude. Before he was even given a chance to reply she threw something down on his lap. Something with weight. It jolted him in his seat and caused the liquid in his glass to slosh around. Threatening to spill out from its open mouth.

“Ya mama,” he hissed, ready to voice his displeasure when his eyes locked on the object in his lap.

It was that stupid proposal. Those three bold words glaring back at him; refusing to give him a moments peace.

“So,” she started calmly. “Are you going to do it?”

TOP looked up at her his eyes taking in how controlled and expressionless she was. He knew his mother well enough to know she was hiding what she felt. Not knowing whether her own emotion would displease him or not. Even though she held the best poker face he’d ever seen, years of living with her had taught him one thing: her eyes held everything she wished to hide.

He could see a world of hope and possibilities bubbling out inside those eyes. Playing out a life for him that they both knew he used to want, but didn’t any longer. He was content being alone. Preferred it that way.

“I already told President Yang no,” he responded coolly.

Getting up in one smooth motion from his seat, letting the papers fall in a heap at his feet. He removed the bottle of wine from the table and made his hasty retreat into the kitchen. Knowing without having to turn around his mother was hot on his heels.

“Then why did you bring it home with you?”

“Yang forced me too. He told me to think about it some more before I made my decision, but I already have. I’m not doing it.”

“And why not?”

“Because, mama. What’s the point? It’s ridiculous to pretend to be married to someone, forced into a relationship, just for the sick viewing pleasure of others. I’m not okay with it.”

Her sharp intake of breathe, the disapproval on her face at his tone, left him deflated. She appeared upset, but distraught all at once.

“Son, it is not a forced relationship. You aren’t made too seriously date them. I agree it isn’t the best of circumstances, but maybe…maybe if you do this you’ll-”

“I’ll what, mama?” He questioned, cutting her off already knowing her silent wish. “That it will make me want to date? To get married and have children?”

“Is that so bad for a mother to want for her son, Seunghyun?”

Her trembling words left his throat raw; a battle to even swallow around the thickness of his own thundering pulse. The pain of knowing he was a disappointment, would disappoint her even now, left his heart sinking like lead into the depth of his own pain driven ocean.

“I’m sorry, mama. I really am. I wish I could give you that but I can’t.”

“You mean you won’t.”

A sigh of anguish; resentment, filtered through his nose as his arms reached out to help keep him grounded. The cold granite of his charcoal counter biting into his palms.

“It’s not that I won’t. I just don’t think I can. There’s-there’s a part of me that just-” his throat closed on him before he could finish. His mother had always worried about her sons mental health. Especially a few years back when he’d been rushed to the hospital for exhaustion. She’d feared for him in a way that TOP never understood until recently.

She was starting to notice, through the small cracks that were starting to show, that he was becoming more and more depressed. His good days becoming far and few and ever since the military…he just didn't feel like himself anymore. More like a stranger looking into a life he no longer felt connected too.

“Aish,” he spit out in anger. His body pushing back from the counter as a rough hand ran through his hair.

TOP felt overwhelmed. A life he no longer felt like he had any chance of having haunted him every chance it got. Constant questioning on if he was happy being alone made him feel as if everyone saw him as foreign. More alone than he felt surrounded by family and friends at times. In the beginning, he’d wanted what his mother and father had; what his sister was able to find when he could not. But as the years continued to create distance between what was real and what was planned out for him, TOP found himself unable to connect with others because they weren’t able to connect with him. They couldn’t understand him and wouldn’t take the time to try. Misinterpreting the smallest of things and odd gestures as something undesirable, and therefore, meaning he was undesirable.

Among family, friends, and his art he’d found his complacency. A home of comfort that left him feeling a sense of purpose and, above all, happiness. Once he’d left for the military, something changed. He’d changed. Now when he looked in the mirror he wasn’t sure who was staring back at him anymore.

He jumped at the sudden touch on his shoulder. His mother’s small hand applied force as she gently pushed him around until he would look at her.

“My son, I love you. I’ve loved you before you came into existence and I will love you well beyond even after I am gone. I am your mother and I will always support you in whatever decisions you make. Just please, I ask of you, not to be so rash about this. Don’t miss out on something that may be able to help you. I know you feel lost. Allow yourself to be found.”

With both hands on his cheeks, she used it to gently pull him towards her. Her small lips connecting with his cheek in a chaste kiss that made the silent tears he’d been fighting back to spill out. Once they started, he couldn’t get them to stop. His body suddenly overcome with silent sobs that racked through his body, leaving him heaving to catch a breath.

His mother simply embraced him. Her small arms locking onto him with an amazing amount of force. Her hand ran through his hair as she shushed him quietly, rocking him in small strokes until he felt calm enough to stop.


His fingers hovered over the green button to start the call. It’d been hours since his mother left but her words played on repeat long after she had gone.

Maybe for once he needed to do something out of character. Maybe it would be enough for him to find his way back to himself or enough to start a new chapter without the overwhelming sense of fear. Or maybe this would all end in fire, but he’d been cold long enough to welcome the possibility of being burned.

Without another thought TOP pressed down on the button and placed the receiver to his ear. It took almost thirty seconds for Yang to answer his phone. The sharp sound of his curses being the first thing to greet TOP’s ear.

“Yah! Do you have any idea what time it is?” He croaked out, his voice still boiling from being woken up.

“I’ll do it,” was the only reply TOP gave in return before hanging up.

Once his thumb hit the button to end the call he flung it as far away from him as he could get it. Even though he’d made up his mind his heart felt burdened with worries he couldn’t suppress. Underneath all of that, however, was something TOP wouldn’t admit too even if his life depended on it.

Underneath all that negativity, he could feel it: the beginnings of hope blossoming in his chest. For the first time in a long time, TOP allowed himself to entertain it.
Wanted to take the time to say thanks so much for reading this! If you dig it or have any comments, I’d love to hear them!!! And a big thanks to @lostamongstthecosmos​  for requesting TOP. I think it was the right choice!! -J

Part 2: Cuddle?

Part 1 / Part 3

Request: a second part to Cuddle (it wasn’t planning on doing one but who can really get enough of the pup and cuddling?)

You wake with Calum in your arms, and when Ashton calls out for him to wake up because he wants to go exploring, the boy grumbles and hides his face in your neck.

You ignore your heart beating wildly in your chest and swat at his arm.

“Get up Cal. You know you want to go explore, deep down.”

“No,” he complains. “Deep down I want to stay here forever.”

You smile slightly before yelling out.

“I think you’ll have to go eat with Muke, Ash. Cal is out of working order.”

“Is he in your bunk right now?” Ash asks, his voice closer and incredulous.

“Maybe,” Calum groans. “Now stop judging and let me sleep.”

“Unbelievable,” Ash huffs under his breath and by some miracle manages to make Luke and Mike wake up.

The three of them head out for some breakfast, so you’re left alone with Calum again, the crew having left hours ago already.

“You okay?” You ask Calum, and he just tightens his arms around you.

“Okay, you big koala. Let’s go through the things you said yesterday.”

He whines his disapproval but you ignore him, determined on proving him wrong about the things he said about himself.

“First off, how the hell are you not important to the band? What is a pop-rock four-piece without a bassist?”

He leans away from you to look at your face, and you try not to concentrate on the pang in your chest as his comfortable heat leaves you. He rolls his eyes, but when he speaks the much-too-often-repeated words, hiv voice is soft and a little sad.

“I only play the bass is because I was the shittiest at guitar.”

“Cal the fact that you were shit at guitar doesn’t mean that you automatically became the bass god that you are today. You worked so hard for this and you’re so good at it.”

“Please. I can’t play that well, my singing is shit, and everyone knows the only reason I’m even part of this band in the first place is because I was friends with the others.”

Your mouth drops open in shock at his harsh words.

“What the actual fuck,” you whisper. “Calum your singing is absolutely amazing. Your voice is so nice and raspy and can go so high and so deep, and it holds so many emotions, it’s just beautiful. And you shred that bass on a regular basis. You’re so amazing at writing as well. 5SOS would never be what it is without you, not to mention your mad drumming skills,” you add with a wink.

Like you hoped, this gets a smile out of the sleepy boy, albeit a weak one.

“I don’t know,” he sighs. “I just never feel good enough for the fans.”

You set your jaw and unlock your phone, going to Tumblr and immediately finding Calum stan blogs. You simply hand him the phone, and watch his face as he reads the posts. A small smile ghosts his face from time to time, but he still looks unconvinced, so you grab the phone and go to another blog to show him. And another. And another again. And when he’s really starting to smile at all the overwhelming love, you simply put his name in the search bar and show how positive every single post about him is.

“Shut up Calum,” you say. “Because they love you.”

He hides his face in the pillow, but when he eventually looks back up, his smile has faded.

“They still love the others more though. Like–” He cuts himself off, sighing in frustration. “Sorry I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I just want attention.”

The sheer self-hate in his tone makes your stomach drop and you want to grab his shoulders and shake him and yell that if out of all the boys he’s the one you fell in love with, then surely he must be doing something right. But you don’t. You can’t.

So you give a sigh and lace your hand through his, squeezing once.

“It’s okay to want attention. People want attention because they need to, because they need people to know that they’re not okay. It doesn’t make your feelings illegitimate, on the contrary. But Cal, people love you for you, not in comparison to anyone. the other boys aren’t better than you. You’re sweet, funny, adorable, giggly, caring, beautiful as fuck, you have the best damn poker-face I’ve ever seen…can’t you see Calum? You don’t have to change anything. You’re a fucking masterpiece.”

There’s a few seconds of silence as he stares at you in awe, and then you decide to break the tension.

“You also give mean cuddles.”

He chuckles a little but then his eyes turn serious again, bright and so full of feelings you want to curl up in a ball and cry or dissolve into a puddle of feels on the ground or something. Because it’s too much, the way he’s looking at you. It’s too much. It’s everything.

“You’re so good to me,” he finally whispers in a low tone, pulling you closer to him and resuming your cuddling positions. “I love you.”

Your breath hitches before you remember that he means it in a friendship way, and then you exhale a soft chuckle.

“Yeah. I love you too.”

The Brightest String of Lights I’ve Ever Seen



“No way in hell am I letting her get away with this.”

Octavia glances over, annoyingly unperturbed. “Is this about the new neighbor again? Because you really need to get over that.”

“If you’re gonna lecture me for holding grudges, you’re about twenty years behind.”

“Please. This isn’t your normal kind of grudge-holding. It’s the weird mating ritual limited edition, and you should just ask her out already so we can all move on with our lives.”

“It’s not a mating ritual,” he says, horrified by the implication. Or disgusted, maybe? Yes, surely it’s disgust. “She’s so damn pretentious I can’t even imagine.”

The pretty blonde doctor moved in a little over two months ago. Bellamy isn’t positive how their feud started but he’s sure any antagonism on his part is well-deserved. Case in point: she couldn’t just put up twinkle lights and tacky decorations like every other normal human being; instead, she transformed her townhouse into a picture-perfect, life-sized gingerbread cottage. Porch rails turned into candy canes, her front door transformed into a candy bar with a peppermint knocker, she even made her mailbox look like it’s made of gumdrops.

It’s an amazing work of art and it offends every one of his sensibilities.

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But like…imagine a tranquil companion in a Dragon Age game

  • not joining up for any super important personal zest, but just because they would prefer the world not to end, and would prefer to live rather than die, and this seems the best way to ensure that outcome
  • not being able to do magic (of course) so using their old staff as a club, just straight up whacking people with it
  • “You don’t even have a weapon!” “I have my staff.” “But you’re tranquil, you can’t use magic!” *WHAM*  “I do not require magic in order to be useful.”
  • never being cruel or petty or angry but being utterly ruthless in battle because they lack any empathy at all
  • party banter where other companions try to provoke an emotional response and fail miserably
  • no approval changes either way for ANYTHING based on emotional responses, only approval for completing things that further the party’s main goal
  • they have the best fucking poker face ever and if you ever need to bluff an enemy they are absolutely superb at it
How good are the Types' Poker Faces?
  • ESTJ: A-, they would be great at this but their obligation to tell you just how bad you disappointed them lowers the score
  • ENTJ: either calls you out on your shit or puts up the best poker face you’ve ever seen. Depends on their personal world domination plan
  • INTP: stop. just stop. you can’t do it. accept it and go on with your life
  • INTJ: lucky for them their resting bitch face doubles pretty well as poker face
  • ISFJ: passable. better to try to poker face than hurt your feelings I guess
  • ENFP: the sarcastic poker face
  • ENTP: the sarcastic poker face 2.0
  • ESTP: they hold the secret to the original poker face, it’s their sole facial expression
  • ESFP: pretty good if you don’t piss them off too far
  • INFJ: can’t poker face for the life of them, give them a break, you’ll make them cry
  • ENFJ: surprisingly very good
  • ESFJ: they never poker face, they say it’s a life choice but truth is they just can’t
  • ISTP: damn they’re good
  • ISFP: only uses it as last resource but generally pretty okay
  • INFP: why to poker face if you can whine about your feelings instead?
  • ISTJ: you don’t even deserve a poker face, you are out. Stop wasting their time
Woozi: Flustered mess

Anon said: “fluffy woozi imagine where he’s like a huge fan and reader is friends with wonwoo so u visit their dressing room to see wonwoo then he introduces reader to the rest of svt and like whatever idea u have then in the end woozi and reader get together!!!! can reader also be famous here!!! thank you!! ❤️”

Word count: 2,400 (I don’t even know how I’m still alive, help me)

Summary: Who could be the favorite artist of Lee Jihoon? Maybe… You?

-Admin Haruna (& admin Syrup editing, thank u ❤️)

“1, 2, 3, 4…”

You followed your body through the mirror, the song that was on the background and the one you were dancing to was a really chic song. It wasn’t too “sensual” but it wasn't “sweet” neither. You weren’t that focused on dancing, as your mind was filled with your memories of when you were a trainee, when it was really hard for you. 

You had to overcome the difficult times alone, eat alone, wipe your own tears without anyone having your back and then having to deal with the depression of not knowing if you were even going to debut someday. So now, dancing in front of a mirror, with your voice in the back, was the most amazing feeling you had ever felt.

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nostalgia 2009. → a tribute to the year I graduated high school. these songs were hot on the pop and alternative charts during that year. :) (listen

(001) whatcha say - jason derulo // (002) just dance - lady gaga // (003) i’m yours - jason mraz // (004) ain’t no rest for the wicked - cage the elephant // (005) i gotta feeling - black eyed peas // (006) halo - beyoncé // (007) love story - taylor swift // (008) sex on fire - kings of leon // (009) tik tok - ke$ha // (010) hotel room service - pitbull // (011) heartless - kanye west // (012) kiss me thru the phone - soulja boy // (013) gives you hell - the all-american rejects // (014) feel good drag - anberlin // (015) dead and gone (feat. justin timberlake) - t.i. // (017) the fear - lily allen // (018) use somebody - kings of leon // (019) blame it (feat. t-pain) - jaime foxx // (020) panic switch - silversun pickups // (021) i know you want me (calle ocho) - pitbull // (022) turnin me on (feat. lil wayne) - keri hilson // (023) down (feat. lil wayne) - jay sean // (024) circus - britney spears // (025) shadow of the day - linkin park // (026) 21 guns - green day // (027) poker face - lady gaga // (028) best i ever had - drake // (029) dog days are over - florence + the machine // (030) my life would suck without you - kelly clarkson // (031) if i were a boy - beyoncé // (032) kids - mgmt // (033) obsessed - mariah carey // (034) hot n cold - katy perry // (035) fireflies - owl city // (036) you found me - the fray // (037) don’t trust me - 3oh!3 // (038) let it rock - kevin rudolph & lil wayne // (039) womanizer - britney spears // (040) new divide - linkin park // (041) fuck you (very much) - lily allen

Films released in 2009: Avatar, Star Trek, Inglorious Basterds, Up, The Hangover, Precious, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Twilight: New Moon, (500) Days of Summer, and Fast and Furious.

Albums released in 2009: “Lungs” by Florence + the Machine, “It’s Not Me, It’s You” by Lily Allen, “The Fame” by Lady Gaga, “I Dreamed a Dream” by Susan Boyle, “The E.N.D.” by The Black Eyed Peas, “This is It” by Michael Jackson, and “Fearless” by Taylor Swift.

Notable events in 2009:
January 20 – Barack Obama succeeds George W. Bush as the 44th President of the United States, and becomes the first African-American President.
March 4 – The International Criminal Court (ICC) issues an arrest warrant for Sudanese President Omar al-Bashir for war crimes and crimes against humanity in Darfur. Al-Bashir is the first sitting head of state to be indicted by the ICC since its establishment in 2002.
June 1 – Air France Flight 447, en route from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, to Paris, crashes into the Atlantic Ocean, killing all 228 on board.
June 11 – The outbreak of the H1N1 influenza strain, commonly referred to as “swine flu”, is deemed a global pandemic, becoming the first condition since the Hong Kong flu of 1967–1968 to receive this designation.
June 25 – The death of American entertainer Michael Jackson triggers an outpouring of worldwide grief. Online, reactions to the event cripple several major websites and services, as the abundance of people accessing the web addresses pushes internet traffic to potentially unprecedented and historic levels.
October 1 – Paleontologists announce the discovery of an Ardipithecus ramidus fossil skeleton, deeming it the oldest remains of a human ancestor yet found.