but i'm not sure if he's looking at me or if he thinks i'm looking at him so he's just wondering why

I'm probably looking WAY too into this...

…but today’s video, “ANTINATOR | Akinator #8” just did not sit well with me, and I’ll tell you why. Keep in mind, this is just a theory! Just a good ol’ fun and harmless theory, so relax!

I keep rewatching the video and I can’t get over some of the answers Jack gives, let alone how he answers. Going with the theory that Anti has been around since Halloween, then that means we’re probably not watching Jack, we’re watching Anti. And if we’re watching Anti, then to me, it makes a lot of sense why his behavior seemed suspicious and odd.

For more than half the video, Jack was freely talking about Anti, and when it came to the question about whether or not his character was a part of a comedic duo, Jack went on to joke about the idea of him and Anti being like the Odd Couple. While that is an admittedly a very amusing idea, I couldn’t help but think about the theory of us watching Anti. This only then made me wonder if maybe Anti was taking a jab at us for turning him into a joke by pretending to be Jack poking fun at him. But this wasn’t the only thing that didn’t sit right with me.

There was the answer to “does your character have fingers?”, which was accompanied with a signature demonic laugh that we all know belongs to our glitch son (which immediately sent chills up my spine). But the thing that unnerved me the most - the thing I can NOT get over no matter how many times I think about it - is this:

When it came to the question of “is your character real?”. I keep replaying that part over and over again to watch Jack’s facial expression, and it’s not sitting well with me. After reading the question, he takes a moment to think over his answer - he actually HESITATES to give a reply (he even glances up off into the distance to think it over).

He then turns to the camera and says “No”. But what I noticed after watching it a second and third time is if you look closely, right as he says his answer, the corner of his lips tug up into a very petite smirk for a fleeting second. Blink and you’ll miss it. It’s like he KNOWS he’s not telling the truth - he KNOWS he’s lying through his teeth.

He then pauses and takes a VERY brief side glance, like he’s contemplating whether that was the right answer or not.

And almost immediately, he decides to go and say “Technically - Technically, no”. He STUTTERS over his words when giving the final answer. And what the hell does he mean by “technically”?! It was a yes or no question, Jack, and you decided to go with “technically no”?

So what I’ve got from this is that if we’re going with the idea that Anti’s been in control, then we’ve been watching him. And at that specific part of the video, the entire thing just does NOT seem right. He hesitated to give an answer - TWICE, he smirked for a second while looking directly at the camera when giving the first “No”, and he stuttered when he changed his answer to “Technically no”. I felt like Anti was playing with us - like he knew he was lying through his teeth, but he wanted to mess with us.

I know, I know, I’m probably looking WAY into this, but again, it’s just a fun little theory that immediately came to mind when I was watching the video. And honestly, if Anti has been in control all this time and that’s who we’ve been watching, we are all SO very much dead. He was pretty much mocking us about how we’ve made him into a joke, and let’s face facts, I’m sure all of us got a chuckle out of the idea of Jack and Anti as a comedy duo. It’s only proving to him how we do think of him as a joke, and it’s going to bite us in the ass.

Tomorrow’s October 1st and I don’t know about any of you guys, but I can already feel the overwhelming dread and anxiety creeping up on me.

We.

Are.

All.

FUCKED.

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

Fall For You (M) | 03 (Final)

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 13,742
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, sprinkling of feelings
A/N: I feel like I’m sending my child to their first day of kindergarten oh my goodness. I hope you guys enjoy the last part!!

Part 01. Part 02 + Drabbles

Mood music: X

A mistake.

It absolutely had to be a mistake.

There was no way you were in love with Jeon Jungkook, absolutely no way in hell you had feelings for him that ran any deeper than discontent. It had been the moment, the conversation with Jungkook, the awe you’d felt when he showed you his forest. You had gotten caught up in that moment, and your mind had tricked itself into thinking you liked Jungkook.

You didn’t love Jungkook.

You loved his dick. And that was all.

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anonymous asked:

Jily AU: Your photos keep showing up on my iPhone, and the internet helped me track you down. Now we’re kind of celebrities, and also I think you’re hot. (Inspired by "I Followed My Stolen iPhone Across The World, Became A Celebrity In China, And Found A Friend For Life" on Buzzfeed)

The article can be found here. I recommend it. It’s a wild ride. Some liberties were taken with the prompt. 

Because James is a fucking idiot, his phone gets stolen.

He knows he’s a rowdy drunk and he knows the three word mantra any university student needs when they go out (‘phone-cash-keys’) but Sirius has bet that he can take more Jägerbombs than James and he’s never been able to back down from a challenge. He doesn’t even think twice about whether his phone is in the pocket of his jeans or his coat, the latter of which he leaves at the table. He swears Peter is sitting there when he leaves, but when he comes back ten minutes later and a whole lot dizzier, the table is empty, coat and all.

He and Sirius find Peter later, crouched over a toilet and heaving with Remus patting his back. James has the decency to wait until his friend is done vomiting to ask, “Pete, d’you have my phone?”

If possible, Peter gets greener. “Sorry,” is all he gets out before shaking his head and clutching his stomach.

Peter ends up feeling worse about the whole thing than James does. James is upset to have lost all his pictures and apps, and he’s livid at the wanker who decided to grab his phone, but ultimately, he can afford a new phone and he can take new pictures, so in a few months he’ll likely get over it. But Peter insists that because James left his phone with him, it’s Peter who owes him a new one.

James attempts to refuse. Peter doesn’t have the kind of money to replace his phone, and James isn’t about to put that on him.

“My friend Dung knows how to get an iPhone for dirt cheap,” Peter claims, and reluctantly, James agrees.

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This was my favorite part of this episode. Here’s why:

So here comes Daesung, trailing after Seungri, hands full with bowls of washed lettuce and whatnot. He’s taking his sweet time and, in typical introvert fashion, complaining about how he isn’t ready to return to camp yet (“I don’t feel like going back”)… but the second he sees TOP tending to the fire his demeanor changes.

He’s all, “Whoa, look at that fire! You okay over there?” There’s a teasing note to it, yes. Because he’s already been on TOP’s case once today about the importance of washing his hands before handling meat that they’re all going to eat, come on, hyung.

But just underneath that there’s genuine concern, too. Because Daesung cares. And TOP is Big Bang’s big baby, after all. Someone’s gotta look after him. Daesung doesn’t call himself his nanny for nothing; one look at TOP dutifully manning the grill and he knows he’s having a hard time.

At Daesung’s voice TOP turns and– finally, someone who will listen to him! “The tongs are too short,” he complains, though by now he’s laughing at himself a little too. He knows his problems are trivial, but he just… he needs to unload on someone. The fire is hot! It hurts his hand! Why won’t anyone acknowledge that he’s struggling?

Poor TOP, the others all shot him down when he made a fuss about the heat from the fire burning his hand: “What do you want! Leave me alone!” They were so done with him right from the start; they had work of their own to do and no patience for his whining. But then along came Daesung, offering him an ear and an opportunity to vent his frustrations a bit. And really, sometimes that’s all TOP needs to keep going: someone who recognizes that, above all, he just wants to be heard.

Daesung is so good to him. 😭 😭 😭

anonymous asked:

I don't know what came to my mind. But... can you please do a THREESOME? Y/N with Suga and Jimin. They're College Students and Roommates. They're childhood bestfriends,Suga and Jimin has a crush on Y/N. And then Y/N is innocent,she know that sex is bad. And then the SMUT begins.😂 LOL.! I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED for requesting this. (Pardon my English.)😂 I really don't know what came to me for asking this kind of FANFIC.😂

Title : It’s bad…

Genre : Smut/Threesome

Paring : Yoonmin x Reader

Summary : You’ve always been the good, sweet and perfect girl everybody likes. The problem is : you’re in love with your two best friends who happens to be the complete opposites of you.

Soundtrack : FIRE WATER (feat. G.Soul & TABLO) []

Warning : English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡




You always have been a model of perfection since you were a child. A graceful baby, a curious little girl, a very easy to live teenager to finally become the cute and tender girl that you are today. On top of that, you’ve always been a brilliant and conscientious student. No, really, a delicious girl, almost perfect if the adage didn’t say that perfection doesn’t exist.

How did you find yourself having two best friends so different from you ? How, from early childhood, were you directly attached to these two turbulent idiots ? Sometimes there are enigmas in life that can’t be solved, and your trio is a good example. Yoongi is a provocative, rough and sometimes cold dude. Jimin is a little demon hidden under an angel’s face. They have always been the most popular boys, loved as much as hated. They respect nothing and prefer to have fun rather than thinking about their future. But curiously, you’ve never fought in ten years of friendship, and remain the closest friends of the world. Proof is that you’re now roommates.

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HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

Originally posted by chimtae

word count: 3.9k
genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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anonymous asked:

spideychelle prompsoal headcanons!

ahhh, hello! sorry it took me a while to write these ones. i fell asleep and also prom is such a funny thing. bUT. here are some headcanons :)

  • peter’s a bit worried about prom. not because it’s prom or because it’s supposed to be this huge high school thing that you remember for the rest of your lives.
  • that’s actually what he’s worried about
  • last time he went to a school dance? not the best experience. homecoming sophomore year was one of the worst days of his life. not only did he have to leave behind liz allan, the girl of his dreams who turned out to have a villain as a father, but he also had to fight said father and almost died while doing it.
  • he still wakes up some nights, screaming out as the building falling on top of him disappears. his screams turn to tears as he stares at the bottom of the top bunk bed and may comes in and holds him tight to her chest. it’s been over a year, but he still gets the nightmares.
  • so he’s not excited for junior prom. sue him.
  • ned’s been trying to convince him to go. the decathlon team is all planning on renting a party bus and heading over together. which, peter admits sounds fun. a part of him really wants to go. but he can’t shake this feeling that something will inevitably go wrong and his night will be ruined and the nightmares will never end.
  • and then mj asks him to prom. well, kind of.
  • it’s a boring wednesday during lunch, ned is still getting his food because he had to speak with mr. harrington after class. so it’s just peter and mj at the lunch table. (she sits across from them these days.)
  • “so, my parents have been asking me about who my date is for prom and i want them to stop, so can i just say it’s you?”
  • “what?”
  • mj groans, lifting her eyes from her book so she can roll them at peter. “my goodness, parker, for a genius you’re really dense. can you be my date to prom so my parents get off my back?”
  • and. he’s honestly stupefied. because: “wait, you’re actually going to prom?”
  • “yes, peter. i’m allowed to want to spend time with my friends, you know.”
  • “yeah, of course, i just-” he doesn’t actually know what he thought. she did go to homecoming for the last two years, so it makes sense she’d be going to junior prom. but then: “wait, is this how you’re asking me to junior prom?”
  • michelle’s cheeks tinge slightly more pink and she looks back at her book. “i told you, my parents-”
  • “i know what your parents want, but what do you want?” he doesn’t know why he asks that. mj is his friend. has been for the better part of a year. she joins he and ned on their snack breaks and movie nights and study dates. he doesn’t want her to be his date to prom. he’s not even planning on going to prom. but then
  • “i mean,” she coughs, keeping her eyes trained on her book. “i guess it would be fun to go with you.”
  • his face lights up and he smiles all bright and wide. “you want to go to prom with me!
  • “no, i don’t!”
  • “that’s literally what you just said!”
  • “shut up, parker. that’s not what i said.” and she slinks further into her seat and scrunches her eyebrows together and she’s putting her head even further into her book and she looks so adorable. and, oh. oh. he doesn’t expect the sudden quickening of his heart or the flush that rises to his cheeks. he doesn’t like mj that way. he doesn’t, he never, they’re just friends.
  • and then ned plops down into the seat next to him and peter can’t say anything further and michelle is leaving before he can answer her and he feels badly because she looks disappointed. but he doesn’t, he didn’t even think about the possibility that he could have feelings for her in that way until like five minutes ago when she asked him to prom.
  • so, when their last period of the day rolls around, he sits next to michelle and scratches out a small note, which he hands to her when their teacher starts talking about the mitochondrial dna.
  • i’d say yes if you asked me properly.
  • when she finally looks up at him, shocked, he smiles and whispers, “you have to at least buy me dinner first, mj.”
  • she shoves him lightly and then pays attention to their teacher drone on and on for the rest of the day. she seems to have a small smile on her face but she doesn’t say anything else on the matter.
  • peter wonders for a brief moment if he’s messed this up and she’s decides to just ask someone else. and he tells himself he shouldn’t be disappointed because he didn’t want to go to prom anyway. but that was before he knew mj wanted him to be her date.
  • but then at decathlon practice the next day, michelle is grilling him on russian history around wwi when suddenly she asks: “true or false. on may 8, 2019, michelle jones asked peter parker to the prom.”
  • and
  • is she for real?
  • he looks around at all his teammates, who all have their eyes trained on him. they seem to be excited, sitting on the edges of their seats. they also must surely see the blush on his cheeks.
  • “uh,” he manages to get out. “true.”
  • he hears her whisper, “oh god.” and then ned comes in (and wait, when did he leave?) and he’s carrying this big bouquet of red roses. but as ned gets closer, peter can see that there are a few white roses in the mix. and the white roses spell out the word “prom”.
  • ned hands the bouquet to michelle and she walks over to peter. she won’t meet his eye as she hands him to bouquet and opens her jacket to reveal a shirt with a “?” across the middle.
  • and, peter is shocked. it’s been one day. did she already have a shirt with a question mark on it? how did she get flowers so quickly? she told the whole decathlon team without him knowing? how did she arrange this?
  • and then, sensing his confusion, michelle sighs. “my dad is a florist. i’ve had this shirt for years. logistics aside, will you go to prom with me, you loser?”
  • peter stares at her for a few moments, dumbstruck. and then he nods his head, smile growing when he hears the decathlon team cheer. mj smiles. she smiles in a way that’s small and as if she can’t help it. like she’s tried keeping it off her face, but the joy is too powerful.
  • so peter stands up and he hugs her tightly. her arms slowly wrap around his torso and the team cheers even louder. he thinks he hears flash yell: “get a room, you dorks!” but peter doesn’t care because he’s pressed up against michelle and her hair smells nice and it feels good against his face.
  • “thanks for asking me properly.” he whispers, moving so his face is smushed even further into her hair.
  • “thanks for saying yes.” and at this peter pulls back, and michelle looks so…vulnerable. and peter wants her to know he’s not going to hurt her. that she is giving him a gift by letting her walls down with him and he won’t ruin that.
  • “for you, anything.” and michelle punches him in the shoulder and laughs, calling him a loser. but peter just smiles. because michelle jones has a crush on him and she got him flowers and he’s going to go to prom with her.
  • wait until he tells aunt may.

anonymous asked:

This is my first time requesting a headcannon from anyone! ((I'm asking you guys because I love how you guys write, it's amazing!)) I was wondering if you could do a RFA + V + Saeran reaction to MC accidentally taking a drug thinking it's candy? ((You don't have to do this if it's too weird or something!! I'm sorry!! ;-; I'm so embarrassed lol))

A/N: Me?? the first??? i am hoNOURED ;u; HHHNNNNN I HOPE THIS IS OKAY SORRY I STRAYED FROM THE “THINKING ITS CANDY” PART SOMETIMES;;;; ~Admin 404

 

Me @ Saerans: im sorry no im not

 

Idk if this is a TW or anything but… drug mention warning?? Right here??

*YOOSUNG:

               -Yo he goes to /college/. /COLLEGE PARTIES MY FRIENDS./

               -He doesn’t normally go but friends invited him, and he invited you! Totally wasn’t because he wanted to show you off to people??? No????

               -But you seemed a little more comfortable at these things than he did, you even disappeared for a little while

               -He spent almost an hour trying to find you amongst the sea of people, and when he did find you, you seemed confused, dazed, and just completely out of it

               -Tried asking you what was wrong and all you could do was stare at him with your eyes glossed over for a solid minute before you reacted to him actually being there

               -When you made sense of his presence, you smiled and welcomed him very slowly before sticking your tongue out to touch it

               -“Yoosung, is my tongue big? Is it.. big.. oh my god its growing. What if it won’t fit in my mouth anymore?? YooSUNG WHaT WiLL I Do?!”

               -You no longer had volume control over your voice and he is very concerned. One second you’re yelling, the next you’re whispering. What was wrong with you?? You were starting to scare him;;

               -It took a solid 5 minutes for you to explain to him that someone had offered you some chocolate and you never turned down chocolate! But he remembered hearing someone say something about “edibles”.. is.. is that what it was? Did you mistakenly take drugs?! Why weren’t you more careful?!

               -Struggles to carry you home- arm thrown around his shoulder as his arms around your hip, the two of you have to stop every now and again because you’re contemplating everything around you. Once he’s got you home, he immediately tucks you into bed. Of course he went to the group chat to figure out what he should do, and Saeyoung told him to just make sure you slept it off.

               -In the morning he lectured you that you can’t take chocolate from people you don’t know!! Especially if it doesn’t smell right- what in the world made you think it was safe;; Also, now refuses invites to parties because he doesn’t want to take you to another one and have this happen again

*ZEN:

               -HE WAS IN A MOTORCYCLE GANG YOU CAN PRY THE THOUGHT THAT HE’S NEVER DONE DRUGS OUT OF MY COLD DEAD HANDS

               -When stored correctly in an airtight baggy or pill bottle in the correct conditions, it’s possible to preserve ecstasy pills for /years/ at a time.

               -Cue spring cleaning when the two of you are going through old boxes and clothing and you find this small bag full of smiley face shaped things. They looked like shaped sweettarts and those are the type of candies that you eat when you find them, you never go out of your way to get them yourself, so you thought why not. Though it wasn’t sour, it was just really bitter and nasty and there was no way you were going to eat another one

               -But when Zen came in to check on you after finishing his own portion of cleaning, he found you chewing the fabric of your shirt. Why were you chewing your shirt? Were you hungry? Were you focusing? Did you need him to get you some gum??? Stop doing that!!!!

               -When you noticed him come into the room, your face immediately lit up. You gave him the biggest smile you could manage, and you started to welcome him into the room. But welcoming him turned into talking about his clothes. Talking about his clothes led to talking to him about the room. Talking about the room led to talking about him. And talking about him led to a 10 minute long ramble that consisted of repeating “I love you so much” and telling him how gorgeous he was.

               -Of course, that was a favourite topic amongst the two of you normally, but you just seemed… off this time. You seemed… /too/ excited to talk about him. Too in love. Too…. happy

               -He sat down in front of you to take a good look at your eyes and read your actions. You smiled at him all over again and the very second you touched his face he /knew/ what had happened.

               -“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT. MC. RIGHT NOW. WHERE DID YOU GET THAT.” “Zenny~ Get what? Why are you yelling? Oh! Are we cheering? I can cheer! YAY ZEN YA-” “No no, sweetheart, sit down, please.”

               -After fighting to get you to show him what you took, he was mortified. E-ecstasy? Where did you get that? It was his? When did he have this? HOW LONG AGO DID HE CLEAN OUT HIS CLOSET?

               -He got you a styrofoam cup full of water, he knew at some point you were going to be thirsty, /and/ need to chew on something. He didn’t want you to chew on your clothes anymore, nor did he want you to accidently bite your tongue;;

               -For once he’s silent the rest of the day, making sure you’ve got something to chew on, listening to you ramble on and on about how nice the house is and how amazing you thought he was. Definitely made sure to get rid of that baggy… and go through a few other boxes from him gang days to make sure there was nothing else in there. Definitely lectures you on eating things you randomly find in old boxes among other things;

*JAEHEE:

               -MC who in the world thinks accepting any sort of offer in a bathroom is okay??

               -You get offered some chocolate in the bathroom, most people would immediately decline. Who.. who accepts that? MC? Why?

               -You noticed it tasted a little gross but you didn’t want to be rude and spit it out in front of the people offering it to you, so you finished the piece and made your way back to the dinner table where Jaehee was waiting.

               -She was a little concerned when she could smell the drug, but she didn’t think you did anything of the sort, and chalked it up to be someone near your table.

               -However, once your eyes started to turn a little red and glazed over, she decided that you must have truly taken the drug, and paid the bill as quickly as possible so she could get you home.

               -On the walk home was when it really kicked in. You kept telling her how soft her hands were, because you couldn’t remember that you had just told her the exact same thing, word for word.

               -You stumbled a little when you walked and kept trying to sit in the middle of the sidewalk because your legs felt like jelly.

               -At one point you started to cry because you weren’t sure why in the world anyone would drop their half eaten pretzel on the ground and leave it there, where even birds couldn’t reach it to eat. She couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you sounded, though she was still extremely angry that you had taken drugs on your date??

               -Once she got you home and you sat down, she watched as your head would dip down before you snapped it right back up to look at her. Apparently you kept blacking out in the matter of seconds before you woke back up and she wanted you to just lay down and sleep.

               -Figured it couldn’t hurt to ask you just what happened back at the restaurant. You told her about the people in the bathroom who offered you some of their chocolate and you kept giggling because you couldn’t believe someone would be nice enough to just offer some chocolate to a stranger in the bathroom. That’s when it clicked that you had no idea what was hiding within the sweet.

               -Made you sleep it off the rest of the night. You better believe you’re getting one of the biggest, emotion-filled lectures of your life the moment you wake up because she needs to tell you about the dangers of just blindly taking ANYTHING from strangers??? And she also had to explain to you what you had even done? And what was in the chocolate you decided to eat. Momma Jaehee, scolding you 2kforever.

*JUMIN:

               -Being his s/o can be dangerous and let me explain why for just a second

               -Of course, being the s/o of someone as popular (and handsome.. and rich… and powerful..) as Jumin Han, there is not only a lot of attention thrown your way, but there’s always someone who gets jealous (whether of you or of him)

               -So, you always have to be on your toes because you never know what might happen, or what someone might do to you. Of course you have bodyguards but sometimes they can slip up as well.

               -Like, not noticing that someone had slipped something into your drink?

               -Normally, Jumin watches you and your surroundings like a hawk because he’s always concerned for you, but this time even he was distracted talking business with a potential new client and didn’t see it happen.

               -Luckily for the two of you, you had left the party early to head home, but on the way there, whatever you had drank started to kick in.

               -Your legs gave out right before you passed the doorway and he caught you just in time. Completely distraught, and carried you quickly to the couch. Tried to ask you what was wrong, but you couldn’t get the words out of your mouth, all it ended up sounding like was one large mumble. You seemed to struggle to move your limbs until you couldn’t anymore.

               -Immediately called a doctor to make a house visit. He didn’t care how late it was, he’d pay whatever he had to, so long as he could find out what was happening to you. And after the doctors analysis, it was obvious that someone had tried to slip you a Rohypnol without you realizing it, and he was glad he brought you home before anything else had happened.

               -Not only does he increase his security in general, but he assigns a specific body guard to watch your drinks the next time the two of you went out as well as one to stay close by you at all times at said parties.

               -Stays next to you the whole time, never sleeping until you’re able to come to. He blames himself the whole time and cannot help but think of every possible scenario that could have happened to you that night. He knows it isn’t your fault, but he’s still just so worried about you. He’s never been more stressed.

               -He promises to take care of you better from then on. He would never let anyone hurt you again, no matter what it took. The two of you have to hold each other in reassurance (obviously whenever you’re feeling alright and are okay with it, he understands that it’s a scary occurrence and realizes it’s quite possible for you to be jumpy and not want to be touched for a large amount of time afterwards)

*SAEYOUNG:

               -You can’t tell me he doesn’t have various drugs he uses as weapons on missions, you just can’t.

               -He tells you to stay out of the room where he keeps his equipment, but do you listen? Yeah usually

               -But you felt bad that Vanderwood was the one who always had to clean everything, so you decided you would help out and clean a few rooms! His equipment room being one of them.

               -Now, Saeyoung is known to leave food around. Everywhere. And I mean, any type of food as well. Half empty chip bags, week old slices of pizza, a slice of lasagna you made three weeks ago- that’s disgusting Saeyoung.

               -So coming across something that looks almost candy like isn’t really uncommon in your household. Though, whatever you just picked up and decided to throw in your mouth was not… your best decision.

               -A while later, you managed to stumble into the room where Saeyoung was sitting, typing away at his computer. You kept trying to talk but all your words stumbled and you couldn’t think straight. You kept stumbling and felt your knees getting weak. He looked over right as you fell to the ground and he’s never run over to you faster in his life

               -So concerned, he kept asking what was wrong and watched you try to talk, but not only was your mouth unable to move, your body went limp. He recognized the symptoms immediately and called out to Vanderwood to come help the two of you

               -He laid you in bed and got you some water and just tried to get you to sleep- there was no other way to get it out of your system but wait it out

               -Vanderwood came in with a judgmental look on their face, “Did they really just take some random thing they found? Why do you have these lying around, Seven?”

               -When you finally came to, he was so relieved and was constantly apologizing before a switch flipped and he started to scold you. What would possess you to just.. eat something you found? What do you mean it looked like candy? He doesn’t leave food around! Okay.. yes he does.. but really, MC! Why were you in his equipment room? W-why were you turning this around on him? He has that Rohypnol for missions! You could just ask Vanderwood!

               -Vanderwood admits to slipping them to Seven sometimes when they’re done dealing with him, how rude.

*JIHYUN:

               -‘Jihyun would never do drugs!’ -you, probably, at me. Me, at you, dear reader: ‘Rip the thought of it out of my cold, dead hands’

               -Sometimes he just has to calm down, the poor dude has dealt with so much shit and just needs a little help to clear his mind and the tobacco pipe just doesn’t always help.

               -Surprisingly likes sour candy! So he gets some infused sour peach rings and they’re his favourites.

               -But he neglected to tell you that they were infused?? And that you probably shouldn’t eat them?? Nor should you eat more than a few…

               -So when he came home to find you laying on the floor, staring at the ceiling, trying to count how many times the fan spun around, he figured pretty quickly that you had gotten into his candy and he sighed

               -He laid down next to you on the ground, watching the fan as well while he asked you what you had eaten to confirm his suspicions. When you told him you had some peach rings, he couldn’t stop the soft laugh that came out afterwards

               -Totally eats a few as well so the two of you can just relax and practically melt into the floor

               -You couldn’t stop talking. Anything and everything that came to your mind came out of your mouth. It was slow and thought out, but still came out. Every word was like heaven to his ears and he felt like he could just float along with your voice

               -The two of you just talk and speculate about the future, about the past, sometimes the two of you come up with extremely odd (but funny) thoughts about the rest of your friends

               -You kept running your hand through his hair and kept telling him just how amazingly soft it felt and he could just tell that you had way more than he had. He had to remember to lecture you not to eat every kind of candy you find.

               -Or… to at least not eat as much as you did. And definitely not do it alone

*SAERAN (or… Ray *insert the eye emoji here*):

               -“MC, here, I made this specially for you.”

               -In the bottle was a bright, blue, sweet smelling liquid. You didn’t know what it was, exactly, but it was obviously very odd.

               -You took the bottle. Ray hasn’t given you any sort of bad vibe or reason to not trust him the whole time you’ve been here. Though, he kept telling you that steps had to be taken to allow you to stay there, with him, for as long as you’d like.

               -“MC,” he started, gently wrapping his hand around your own that held the bottle, “Please. Don’t you trust me? I care about you a lot..” his voice dropped off as he looked from your eyes to the ground.

               -After a deep breath, you broke away from his grip to bring the bottle to your lips. In one fluid motion, you let the sweet tasting liquid run down the back of your throat. It burned a bit going down, but immediately numbed afterwards.

               -You met his eyes, as his face lit up with joy. Eyes started to sparkle, and his smile grew bigger than you’ve seen it the past few days

               -He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to plant a small kiss on your knuckles as he waited for the elixir to kick in. He watched, as you started to lightly shake and threw your hands to your head, holding it and squeezing your eyes shut.

               -Your head started to pound as the room began to spin. Your eyes started to water uncontrollably and you couldn’t make sense of any of your surroundings. Sounds mixed together and seems to scream in your ears. Your breath hitched in your throat and you started to gasp for air.

               -Ray buried his hand into the hair at the back of your head, pulling you close to his chest

               -He placed a small kiss to the top of your head, smirking against your hair softly

               -“You aren’t leaving me, MC.”


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The Price of Gold

(a fantasy Percabeth royal!au) 

When Annabeth, desperate to help her family, is caught stealing from the imperial treasury by visiting Prince Perseus, she thinks her life is over. But after the guilty prince helps her escape, she soon becomes entangled in a complicated web of mystery, rebellion, and (worst of all) romance. One thing is for sure: her life will never be the same again.

This is only Chapter 1! This will be a multi-chapter. It’s my first attempt at a fantasy or a royal au, so I’m not sure it will be any good…but i hope you like it!

(read it on ff.net)


Snow swirled serenely in the cold air, slowly fluttering down to kiss the white blanket already formed on the courtyard floor.

It almost doesn’t look real, Annabeth thought. It certainly didn’t feel real, because not even in her wildest dreams did she actually think she would have ended up attempting to steal from the imperial treasury. Is it even an attempt if I have the gold in my cloak?

She pulled her hood tighter over her head and continued to walk along the narrow terrace that lined the courtyard. Annabeth could see the large gates up ahead, where she would be able to climb over the fences and run for it. Piper wouldn’t be able to flirt with the guard for much longer; she didn’t have much time left.

Her heart was pounding as she focused ahead of her. The biting, frosty air had been a blessing; most of the guards were inside, and the few outside were more focused on building a fire than investigating any cloaked figures who might be roaming the castle. If Annabeth did get caught, she would simply claim to be part of the visiting Prince’s company. She had timed her heist perfectly.

Suddenly she heard voices from inside the walls. She froze, blood curdling, and desperately looked around. Annabeth had never wished she was a mage more than she did in this moment, wishing she could disappear.

She decided to run for it. She barrelled forward…just in time to collide head on with the man who emerged into the courtyard at that moment.

They both went sprawling backwards. Annabeth hit the stone slabs hard, hissing in pain as her fingers dragged along the cold ice. Too late, she realised the bag had fallen out of her cloak. Gold coins skittered along the icy floor.

The man in front of her quickly got back to his feet, helped by an assistant, two guards behind him. His eyes, a deep sea-green colour, raked over the gold coins on the ground. “Who are you?” he demanded.

“I’m part of the foreign Prince’s company,” she said determinedly. “I’m with Prince Perseus. If you’ll excuse me—“

The man stepped forward, and two guards behind him placed their hands on the hilt of their swords. Too late, Annabeth wondered why he had two guards. She realised her mistake.

“I don’t know you,” the man said softly, before glancing at the coins once more. He looked back. “Guards, arrest this woman. She shall come with me before the King.”

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empressarisu  asked:

Do you know that post about an uber driver surprising passengers with puppies inside their cab? Because I dreamed about it last night but with victuuri. Like, driver!victor with makkachin and his pups at the backseat, then passenger!yuuri enters and victor just stares at him bc wow what an angel??? 'pls marry me we'll travel the world and raise these puppies together???' Lmao it's just so cute too bad i woke up right after that it's such a nice dream ;//

On Victor Nikiforov’s Uber profile it says: prefers passengers with pets.

Yuuri doesn’t have a pet with him, but he does need a ride, so he figures ‘prefer’ is going to have to be the operative word in this situation. Phichit hadn’t been able to give him a ride, something had come up, so he’s leaning against the brick wall outside of a diner. There are waves of rain beating down on the sidewalk in front of him and a tiny, maroon awning is his only savior.

When he sees a white convertible pull up, he squints, wondering if this could possibly be his driver. Deciding to take the risk, he hurries into the rain and peers into the window. There’s a man inside, too blurry to make out, but he’s waving to him, so Yuuri opens the back door.

And…

(No, this can’t be the right car.)

“Come in, you’re going to get soaked!” the man calls, and there’s a playfulness to his voice, an invitation.

“You have dogs,” Yuuri blurts, as though the man doesn’t know that there are currently five brown poodles habituating the back of his fancy convertible.

The man–Victor, Yuuri reminds himself–nods. “That one is Makkachin, he’s the oldest. And that one is Spot–do you see the spot on his back?–and that one is Bella, she’s the troublemaker, and then that’s Charlie…”

“Right, okay,” Yuuri blurts, and he gets into the car, shutting the door behind him. A dog lays down on his lap. He can’t buckle his seatbelt.

“Where are you heading?”

Yuuri swallows. “Um, doesn’t it say in your, uh, thing?”

Victor looks at his GPS. He’s definitely attractive, Yuuri notes. “Yes, I suppose it does. Just trying to make conversation.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Um, I can’t get my seatbelt on.”

“Oh, Makka!” Victor scolds, looking over his shoulder. “You can just push him off, it’s fine. Just be gentle, please.”

Yuuri tries to push the dog off, but he whines and keeps his head on Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t have the heart to try again, so he just prays that Victor is a good driver. “So why, um, why the dogs?”

“Why not?”

(Fair enough.)

Victor turns a corner and Yuuri holds onto Makkachin, trying to keep him from slipping. “Aren’t they cute?” Victor asks, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, they are,” he admits, patting Makkachin’s head. “Are they all poodles?”

“Yes!”

“I used to have a poodle.”

Victor frowns, looking at him through the rearview mirror. “They’re very loyal dogs. They like riding around, meeting passengers. I’ve never seen Makkachin take as much of a liking to one as he has to you, though.”

He blushes and ducks his head. “Really?”

“Really. In fact, it’d be a shame if he were to never see you again after this ride, so maybe you should give me your phone number. So that you can visit. For the dog’s happiness.”

(Well, that escalated quickly.)

He tries to figure out whether or not Victor is asking him out.

But, it’s for the dog’s happiness, after all.

“S-Sure. I mean, I do need rides sometimes….”

“You’ll be my priority customer,” Victor promises. “Now hold on.”

“Haha oka–what?”

They swing around a tight corner, Yuuri is thrown against the door. The dogs don’t look at all disturbed, they maintain their places and pant happily at the man in the front seat. “Sorry about that!”

He clutches his heart. “Yeah… Yeah, no problem.”

“Wow, you’re even cuter when you’re flustered,” Victor muses, watching the rearview mirror again.

Yuuri, on the other hand, watches the road. “Look out!”

He glances down at the road, swings their car to the right. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

“D-Definitely fine,” Yuuri repeats, unsure.

Then, they’re at his stop. “See you soon?”

(For the dog, Yuuri thinks.)

(For the dog, and for that man’s stunningly gorgeous eyes.)

“Sure. See you soon.”

This prompt was sent to me sooooo long ago by @legojacques. Thank you for your patience! I hope it was worth the wait!

Note: This is an AU where Bitty and Jack have a heart-to-heart after the events of epikegster, and then the rest of year 2 goes on to happen as it does in canon. Pre-relationship friendship, ftw! Also, ridiculous flight itinerary ftw lol


This was not how Bitty’s winter break was supposed to start. He never should have used that cheap airfare website. At the time he booked it, the Boston to Montréal, Montréal to Atlanta itinerary did not seem so bad. Weird, yes, but not bad.

Getting to travel the first leg of his trip with Jack did not hurt either. Bitty could not help but snicker as Jack struggled to hide his surprise at the cookies stashed in his carry-on. “Yes. I packed an entire batch of cookies for this flight. I know it’s only an hour and fifteen minutes, but… playing hockey burns a lot of calories, so we gotta eat lots of small meals.”

The employee raised an eyebrow. “Is a batch of chocolate chip cookies the best meal choice?”

“They’re not your grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies–” Bitty stopped himself. “Actually, they are my MooMaw’s basic recipe, but with a healthier twist.”

“Oh?”

“They have more protein.” Bitty grinned when Jack made a soft “hah” laugh. It was good to see him smile after the events of epikegster. This was shaping up to be a good day.

The day went south just as their flight was arriving up north. The pilot announced over the speaker that a storm was starting up, and that the landing would be rocky. Jack stared out Bitty’s window intently with a soft frown on his face. 

Bitty tried to keep his composure, but the first big jolt of turbulence elicited a quiet yelp from the back of his throat. “Sorry, so embarrassing…” He blushed and shyly looked over at Jack.

Jack was rigid and pressed as far back in his seat as possible, his eyes closed. He was taking slow, deep breaths, but his exhales were a bit shakey.

“Jack? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” Jack snapped before he could correct himself. “Sorry, just…”

“It’s okay.”

“Hey… Bittle?” Jack asked with his eyes still closed. 

“Yes, Jack?”

“Could you… No, nevermind. It’s stupid.”

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Butterflies - Archie Andrews x Reader

Certainly a longer one for you guys. It’s a little crappy and a little pointless but I thought of this while in music class the other day and thought it was a cute idea to distract us all from the turmoil of episode 13…

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Originally posted by riverdalesource

He had admired her from across the music room for months. (y/n) (l/n). With the voice of an angel and the face of one too. She was truly talented in every way, singing, piano, guitar and just her sheer ability to charm anyone. She was sweet in everyway and he couldn’t help but wonder if her lips were that sweet too; they certainly looked it.

He had completely fallen for her. Everything she did, every word she sang, everything she was. She was beginning to become his first thought in the morning and his last at night before he went to sleep and almost every thought in between. Yet, he had still never had a full conversation with you. You were alone once in the classroom when everyone had left as he helped her find her sheet music but that was it. That was enough for him to memorize her eyes and the way she did her hair in a messy bun so she could play without it getting in the way and it was adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Miniature compared to him and her smile was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. Yet, he still hadn’t spoken to her.

“You need to say something, bud.” Jughead slid onto the bench next to him, stuffing some cafeteria burrito into his mouth.

“He’s right you know,” Betty chimed in from behind him with Veronica and Kevin as they sat around,

“Are you still pining over piano girl?” Ronnie mocked in a baby voice, “God, Arch. I didn’t know that you could ever be so useless around a girl.” He glared at her,

“I have no idea what you are on about.” He tried to play it cool but the tiniest voice crack at the wrong moment gave him away. Not that there was much to give away.

“Oh yeah, and I have no idea that, that song is about her.” Kevin observed stealing the sheet from in front of Archie and pulling it away from reach so he and the girls could see it,

“Oh Archie you have to say something! This is all too sweet.” Betty cooed but Jugheads laughter overpowered her, “Oh Juggie, just because some guys are romantic.” Betty sighed mockingly,

“I am mysterious and girls love that more.” He smirked before winking at her.

“This is all well and good guys but I am not talk to her. Now or anytime soon.”

“you could ask her to the dance!” V piped up getting all excited,

“Great idea!” Archie mocked, “When you find any reason for her to like me, let me know and I’ll go for it.” He sighed in defeat. If he was true to himself that was the real reason he had never gone up to her, they had never spoken and normally it was girls who came up to him and her? well she was not that kind of girl. She hung around with Ethel, not the vixens. She wore oversized cardigans, not mini skirts and her top knot was haphazard, not 3 hours worth of styling but all this just made her so much better than any of them. She was who she wanted to be, not who someone like Cheryl wanted her to be or how people said she should be, she was just herself and that’s how he wanted her.

One thing he never understood was that she spoke to everyone, except him. She was one of them people who didn’t have a ‘group’ she kind of floated between people with everyone liking her. One day she could talk to the geeks and the next be tutoring Reggie Mantle in science only to be back with musical theatre kids by lunch helping with rehearsals but she never spoke to this group. Ever. He had never understood why she had avoided them, he was sure that they had never done any wrong to her but she would almost always leave class quickly to avoid him.

As far as Archie knew, she was single but he couldn’t understand why. Half the boys in the football team adored her and not in some demeaning way. If they didn’t think of you as a sister to protect, they wanted to take you out for dinner. She managed to bring out the soft side of even the biggest guys in the school ad he could never figure out how, bur she certainly did it to him.

She found solitude in music and she would only practice in the theatre without anyone listening. 

Little did she know that Archie had found this out, he had been working to keep up with the rest of the music class that he had managed to join late. He had come across your secret practice sessions after looking for Valerie. 

She was too into her music to notice Archie staring from the back, and too focused to notice when Archie came in, even taking a seat and listening to the end of her piece. 

She played her last note, her eyes still closed…that is until he started to clap. When her eyes flew open she made eye contact instantly with Archie and paled dramatically,

“Sorry, I’ll be going I didn’t know you were in here…”
“No, no it’s fine.” He panicked a little, this was his only chance to talk to her, “please stay, for once?” she looked like a rabbit in the headlights but he had never seen her that way. She was normally confident, loud and cheery but this was so much different - as if she was scared of him but she nodded anyway still standing in the same spot clutching her sheet music, “look, I don’t know if you know me I'm…”
“Archie. Archie Andrews.” The fact she knew who he was made him smile stupidly, “I’ve seen you in music class.” she said quietly, “I'm…”
“(y/n). I know.” Archie looked down sheepishly at his feet as he said it, kind of glad she never brought up his football, when he was around her all he cared about was music, “I have been wondering if maybe…” he trailed off not really knowing where he was going with this.

“Maybe what?” she asked kindly, making her way down the stages stairs and to the auditorium where he stood,

“You would help me study. Music I mean, I was late starting.” He mentally kicked himself for chickening out but he now knew the real reason all the big guys went soft on her, her eyes were like molten pools that seemed to shine. She smiled innocently, everything about her was innocent she didn’t seem to be corrupted like most of the people in this town,

“Of course,” she said softly and with what he thought (and hoped) was a hint of disappointment. Turning, she went back up onto the stage to the piano and took her seat once again beckoning him to follow. He stood awkwardly behind her until she sifted over ever so slightly allowing him to sit beside her, “What do you need help with?” she pulled out her sheet music once again and placed it on the stand before tucking a pencil behind her ear,

“have you ever considered teaching someone piano?” he asked skeptically,

“I can try my best” she smiled before she started talking again but he zoned out watching the way her lips moved or how her long, delicate fingers would move across the keys with no visible effort. It wasn’t until she took his hand in hers placing it on the keys beneath hers did he snap out of it. His heartbeat elevating like never before as he turned to look at her his hand still under hers, playing keys he had never used before and playing music they were making together as she finally turned too look at him, their faces astonishingly close to one another,

“(y/n).”
“Yes?”

“I would very much like to admit that I think you’re beautiful.” He didn’t fully know where the confidence came from, perhaps it was the feeling of her hand on his but he moved, reaching his hand up to remove the pencil from behind her ear and admired how her hair fell with it. Pushing it back he glanced at her lips, “I would also very much like to kiss you.” She didn’t say anything. She simply leaned into him, pushing her lips against his softly as if she was once again scared so he pressed himself further into her, wrapping his hand into her hair as he had dreamed of doing for the months he had admired her before she pulled away but stayed close to him, “Why did you stay away from me?” he asked timidly, so not to upset her after their moment,

“because it would have been hard to sit there and be close to you and not kiss you.” she murmured in reply, shocking him,

“Wait, what?” he moved a little further away to look at her, his hand still playing with her hair,

“maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile. It could have been your hair, or your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.” she confessed looking into his eyes intently making him kiss her again, making her gasp a little in shock but returning the chaste kiss,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this, instead of running away?” he looked confused like a lost puppy and tilted his head a little, “Why did you avoid me?”

“Because, for the first time, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.” she admitted, turning back to look at the keys, Archie placing his hand on hers once again but this time on his lap, “so I listened to you singing from afar, in the common room, in class, when you were with your friends. And I would come to your football games, I would watch from the side of the bleachers where I couldn’t be seen by the other players for once. I mean, I love them guys, they were good to me but they weren’t you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Archie, I’m a pretty loud outgoing person but around you? You reminded me what butterflies felt like and I could never stop loosing my breath when I saw you looking back at me. That day when you helped me in music? Nothing could beat the butterflies I felt when I was around you. You made me feel a kind of happiness I’ve never experienced before.” He looked at her falling more in love with her by the second, by every word she said,

“Butterflies, eh?” he smirked a little making her laugh quietly, “So I guess what I felt wasn’t just a crush?”
“Never just a crush” she looked up at him, her eyes shinning in a completely different way, in a better way, “anyway, music” he smiled like an idiot,

“Right, music.”

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anonymous asked:

Zen and Jumin having a little sister who is depressed and have anxiety but hides it behind her smiles, jokes and corny puns. I'm sorry if this disturbs you, I'm just really having a bad life. You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it. Thank you.

Sorry, this is so late, anon. I hope you are feeling better now nonetheless, but in case you still need this to cheer you up then here you go!

– Admin Void

ZEN

  • She’s the only family member that he can still tolerate, tbh
  • He calls and visits frequently. Though he wants her to come with him, knowing fully well how toxic the home environment is, his financial state isn’t stable enough yet and there’s also legalities involved. 
  • He was probably the one who fought tooth and nail with his mom to get her properly treated and diagnosed when she just brushed it off as “a teenage phase”
  • He sneaks her out of school on days she doesn’t feel well enough to be in school bc Mom wouldn’t let her stay at home

“Y/N?” You turns over to your window sill, cheeks blotchy and eyes red from crying. School stress, exams, strained friendships, endless days of unexplainable loneliness and fatique plagued your teen life. It feels so small in comparison to all the problem of the world, yet why do you feel so suffocated?

“How are you doing, little bird?” Zen falters a bit when he notices your tears, but he doesn’t comment on it. You wonder how he has managed to pick up on your sour mood when you have been nothing but jokes and memes that afternoon. ‘Brother senses tingling’ probs. “Wanna come with me? we can buy some junk food, or something nice. I dunno. Up to you.” He winks and you smile, sluggishly crawling out of bed. You two eat shit food and fishbread, joking until you could smile again without feeling guilty for having fun. 

You come to school the next morning to find your favourite teacher explaining that Zen has contacted them regarding the hard time you are having. After some negotiation with your other teachers, you have gotten extra time on some assignments and offers for extra tutoring if you need it.

Jumin

  • When she was first diagnosed, he took the time to research everything so he’d get an idea of what she’s going through.
  • He comes to personally pick her up after her sessions because he knows it’s often the time she’s most vulnerable. Also, he gets to give her psychiatrists/therapists The Glare to make sure they’re still on their A-game.
  • He doesn’t understand memes but he sends the “:)” emoticon whenever she sends him a rare pepe.
  • If her anxiety makes it hard to go to school, she’d have personal tutors and Jumin probs frequently check in on her if he isn’t too busy. Chairman Han be like “I think she should be outside interacting with people” and Jumin is just like “she’s interacting with me and Elizabeth aren’t we people”

The company’s New Year party is getting a bit too loud and you regret agreeing to come along. Your stylist, friends and brother had assured you that you look great, but every glance your way sent a wave of panic through you. Have you sat on something and stained your designer dress? Did you smear your lipstick across your face and is unknowingly walking around, looking like a clown? Are you slouching too much? Talking too little? Walking too awkwardly??

Your older brother stands on a podium, giving a casual speech with a glass of champagne in hand and you wonder— how? How could he do it like that? Look like that? Be the face of the company at such a young age, while you cling desperately to anything, anything, floundering and grasping for some sort of footing in life? He suddenly catches your eye and smiles at you. “I’d also like to thank my little sister for coming tonight,” he adds and you look down, smiling timidly. Despite everything, the hidden words ring between the both of you. “Let’s toast to the new year, everyone.”

You end up leaving early at Jumin’s insistence after you briefly commented that you are feeling a bit jittery and light-headed. “Get an early rest,” he tells you after escorting you out to the car. “Hug Elizabeth for me. I’ll be home late.” Later on, when you are safely tucked in bed with a happy feline in your arm, you find a text from Jumin. “You looked great tonight. I’m proud of you.” Attached with a picture:

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine Isak's face when he finds out about Evan's mums?Something like when Evan opened his locker in that iconic way.And maybe Evan didn't tell him, bc why it's completly normal and ok(and he's kind of bitch and loves teasing him)and when he brings him to a family dinner two sweet women rushed to hug Isak and give him kiss on cheek for greeting and Isak has that"what's happening"face( same when Evan kissed him after meeting the boy squad and "u r so hot Isak" sentence)&Evan is laughing

ok so, i lied. i made this into a (sort of?) fic. so, here’s 3k words of isak finding out even has two moms. i’m sorry.


Isak is maybe, possibly freaking out. Just a little bit. Not actual, full on anxiety that makes him feel like his heart is beating as fast as a hummingbird’s, but. He’s getting there.

Even had said it so naturally too, just what do you say we drop by tomorrow?, and he had actually looked kind of nervous, to his credit, but more about Isak’s answer than actually having him meet his fucking parents.

And of course it’s easy for Even, Isak has never once seen him uncomfortable in a social situation. Even when they were standing in the tram, stealing little glances at each other and smiling nervously, Isak too fucking shy around Even to say anything, Even had managed to smooth his way through it, awesome conversation, though. So it’s understandable he’s not nervous about hanging out with three people he loves. But Isak, he can’t even have lunch with his own parents without feeling incredibly uncomfortable, let alone his boyfriend’s. What would he even say? Hello, Mr and Mrs Næsheim, I sucked your son off in the shower the other day, congrats on the genes!

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AU,EVERYONE is clueless, and Amara is the vodka aunt that asks"when will you get married, Castiel?My friends' nephews&nieces have kids,your siblings too.what about you?" "I'm getting married soon,not an actual date yet but soon" "to whom?"(Anyone can ask) "didn't you know about Dean and I?We're dating since college..." "We thought you were good friends, sweetie..."(&if Sam/Eileen will be side pairing it'd be awesome.(I'm also a fan of Jimmy/Amelia but I know not everyone is,but I think it fits)

I’ll own I love this trope.

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“Cas, Cas, sweetie, little sassy-Cassie-lassie,” Amara patted Castiel on the head, ignoring his discouraging scowl. “What I’m saying is - Jimmy is married now! We know, we all get, that you were worried about him, that you were waiting for him to tie the knot first. After the scare he gave you over that horrible…what’s-her-name?…the point is, I love Amelia, and Jimmy loves Amelia, and you love Amelia - not like Jimmy does, of course, that’s why this is his wedding and not yours! - but now Jimmy is safe and taken care of and you need to find someone for you!”

Naomi, Chuck, Anna, all his siblings, heck, even Jimmy and Amelia nodded their agreement.

Stunned, Castiel turned to Dean, he smirked and gave him a knowing wink.

“They’re right,” said Dean blithely. “When are you going to tie the knot, Novak?”

“Are you asking, Winchester?” Cas asked. “Cause I’d say yes if you’d just get off your lazy butt about it.”

“Not like that.” Amara rolled her eyes and thwapped him on the arm. “I’m being serious, Cassie. You’ve been single forever. You need a girlfriend.”

“Did you hear that, Dean?” Castiel shot back Dean’s look and returned his blithe tone ten-fold. Dean looked as stunned as Castiel felt, mouth hanging open. “I’ve been single. I need a girlfriend.”

“Oh,” whispered Dean. He looked green around the gills, and Cas couldn’t blame him. Coming out to Dean’s family had been…interesting…but they’d been spared that with Cas’ family because everyone had, since day one, been so accepting of Dean.

Given how Naomi was now echoing Amara’s concerns about Castiel’s long-term bachelorhood, apparently they’d been less accepting and understanding than Castiel could even fathom.

“Dean, will you get me a drink? I think I need a moment with my family,” said Castiel. Dean opened his mouth to protest but Cas cut him off with a single sharp shake of his head. “Alone.”

“Sure thing,” said Dean, rising. His napkin, forgotten, fluttered to the floor, and Dean gave it a helpless look, shot that same look at Castiel, and bolted. Castiel’s heart ached to see Dean so perturbed. This was his fault. He should have been explicit with his family from day one, instead of assuming everything was cool. Chuck was talking now, and Castiel waited until he finished, waited until Dean stood anxiously on the end of the distant, long line at the open bar, before speaking.

“Please tell me you’re all joking,” he said with deathly calm. Anger bubbled under his skin. After so many years bringing Dean to family functions, sharing a damn bedroom - heck, they’d been living together for a decade - this went beyond homophobia and into utter, willful denial of everything Cas believed, everything Cas was.

“Bro, I’m worried about you,” Jimmy said. There wasn’t a trace of irony in his voice.

Someday, Cas would have a long conversation with Jimmy about what a selfish, oblivious asshole he could be, but today was not that day. At least at Sam and Eileen’s wedding the previous year, all the talk had been about when Dean and Cas would be getting married, since Sam had declared that anyone who couldn’t accept them as a couple wasn’t welcome at his nuptials, even though that had meant denying invitations to both his parents.

Cousin Uriel was talking now. Everyone had accepted Uriel’s parent’s interracial marriage without the bat of an eyelash! But apparently…

Castiel couldn’t keep red fury from his face. His hands shook, he was so mad.

Amara picked up his mood first; even in her drunken enthusiasm to find him a girlfriend, she went pensive and concerned, eyeing. Amelia, bless her, noticed next, and poked at Jimmy until he realized as well that something was truly amiss. His parents followed, then his other uncle and aunt, and finally the cousins, until everyone at the family table stared at him, and not a single damn one of them actually saw him.

“What you all just did to me - and especially to Dean - is beyond cruel,” he said softly, watching them hang on his every word. 

“Dean’s a big boy,” said Chuck, glancing uncertainly toward where Dean waited in line. “I think he could handle being…what’s the word?…sexiled for the night. I saw it on TV, aren’t you supposed to put a sock on the door handle or something?”

“Surely he dates,” added Amara as if she was declaring a fait accompli on the entire discussion.

“Yes, he does,” Castiel said.

“Then why don’t–”

“Dean dates me,” interrupted Castiel, shouting his anger loudly enough that half the tent went silent and turned toward him. Many heads than turned toward Dean, who suddenly looked like he could disappear. Suiting action to expression, Dean fled the tent. Castiel longed to go after him, but he had something to take care of first. “And I date Dean. I’ve been bringing him to Thanksgiving and Christmas for five damn years. We’ve been living together since college! What the hell have you been thinking all these years?”

“You’re a…?” Jimmy looked horrified, and Castiel felt sick. I’m sorry to ruin your wedding day with my spontaneous coming out, brother, but if you weren’t such a dense, self-centered fuckstick this would never have happened.

“James Michael Novak, don’t even think of finishing that sentence,” Naomi said in a ringing voice that, mercifully, pulled attention from Castiel to her. “Cas, we thought you and he were close friends. I’ve wondered, from time to time, but I always assumed you’d tell us if you were a couple! You’d mentioned his family hadn’t taken his coming out well, so we tried to make him feel welcome here.”

“You’re really going to pull the ‘we didn’t say it explicitly so it’s our fault’ card?” Castiel replied acidly. “Amara, you walked in on us making out two years ago! Amelia, you’ve been calling him my boyfriend for a year! And Jimmy! I knew you were a tool sometimes but when we had those chats while I was in college, who the hell did you think I was talking about?”

“We’re identical twins, and I’m straight,” said Jimmy. He at least seemed contrite, and suitably ashamed of himself. “I just assumed…”

“Look, I’m going to go find my not-at-all platonic life partner slash boyfriend slash lover slash hopefully fiancee to be whom you assholes have driven out of the room,” said Castiel. “You…talk about this, or about the wedding, or about yourselves, or about whatever it is you talk about when you’re being utterly fucking oblivious. If you want us to back, come find us. Otherwise, see you…how about never.”

Stunned expressions followed Castiel silently as he stormed from the tent, seething. His vision flashed red as he stepped out into the stunning sunlight outside. It had been such a nice day, a lovely wedding, perfect weather, good food, Castiel hadn’t even blown his toast, and now…

Extensive gardens made tracking Dean down challenging, and it took nearly ten minutes to locate him staring at the fountain burbling pleasantly in the center of the hedge maze.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said. 

Dean didn’t turn around, but he murmured, “hey, Cas. Sorry I fucked up both our families.”

Closing the space between them, Cas laid a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “No. You did nothing wrong. If it’s anyone’s fault other than their’s, then it’s mine for not explicitly saying years ago that you and I were a thing.” 

Dean reached into his pocket, pulled out his fist wrapped around something, and pressed it into Castiel’s hand. Velvet crushed soft beneath his fingers, and Castiel didn’t need to look to recognize the shape and material.

“Dean…when were you going to…”

“I’d like to say tonight, but the truth is, I’ve been carrying that around for like three months,” said Dean, shaking his head. “Got news for you, Cas - you’re boyfriend is a fricken idiot. Today just goes to show…again…”

Pressing close to Dean’s back, Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s perfect waist, nuzzled at Dean’s perfect neck, breathed in Dean’s perfect scent, and spoke to him softly. “I hate when you put yourself down. We’ve both made mistakes over the years, but I wouldn’t want to make them with anyone else.” He paused, then chuckled. “And, since miscommunication seems to be the language of the day, just to be explicit, yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

Dean sighed and relaxed back against Castiel.

Applause broke out. Tensing, Castiel turned, Dean turning with him. His entire family stood at the gap in the hedges that led into the central chamber of the maze. Amara was crying.

“Welcome to the family, Dean.”

Heck, Castiel was crying, and Dean was crying, and unlike Amara, they weren’t nearly drunk enough to blame it on the Champagne.

This is the nicest wedding I’ve ever been to…

Girl, You Got Me Helpless (George Washington x Reader)

Time Period: Modern

Word Count: 891

Warnings: N/A

A/N: This was my very first request :D So I hope whoever sent it in, enjoys it!

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It was almost seven in the morning when you clocked in for your shift. It was a particularly dreary Monday morning, but that didn’t dampen your spirits. This was the busiest time at the coffee shop, everyone wanted something to keep them awake at work. Especially the lawyers who worked at the big fancy firm across the street. 

You loved the hustle and bustle of your job and you smiled politely at the customers as you served their drinks and made casual conversation. Currently, music on the loud speaker had you swaying your hips while you took dishes to the sink in the back. 

The tinkling of the bell on the door told you that more people were coming in and you threw a glance over your shoulder. Two familiar men walked in both of them tall, one with his hair tied back, the other lacking it completely. Lafayette and Washington. At least those were the names they always put on their orders. 

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In the Fuck It, I'm Taking A Break AU: if this happens for like 3 days, I'm pretty sure that Palpatine's plans'll also start to crash, if only bc 'what do you mean my not-Apprentice is working with the Jedi Council because of paperwork, and doesn't have time to visit me?!' At this rate, Coruscant *will* burn. If only because someone, probably Yoda, lbr, decided to just. Torch his part of the workload, bc 'invoices for pens, we need not.'

Casually wandering into the temple dressed in a black bodysuit, Obi-Wan hummed a merry tune to himself with his arms tucked behind his back. His neck looked like it had gotten mauled by some kind of creature and he was sporting a slight limp.

Cody, once he had gotten past regs and rules, had been an enthusiastic lover and Obi-Wan thoroughly enjoyed his commanders rather commanding presence in bed.

It was enough to make him grin even as he made his way to his quarters, ignoring the staring he was subjected to as he did. Hey, he said he was taking a break, he was taking a break.

But he did want to get dressed in something that was his own, was clean and perhaps have a pot of tea and some meditation before returning to the barracks. Cody had said something about twister…naked twister.

A quick shower and a change into tunics and tabards felt refreshing and then it was time to tea.

Or it would have been if Anakin hadn’t burst into his rooms, lifted him onto his shoulder and marched out through the halls with Obi-Wan blinking down at the marbled floor beneath them with a shocked look on his face. “I-Anakin!?”

“Hello Obi-Wan. Come along Obi-Wan. Council chambers Obi-Wan.” The young man sounded frazzled.

“Oh no, I’m on a break!” Obi-Wan squirmed, tried to escape the grip the other had on him before giving up as Anakin’s arms were like durasteel bars on his thighs and legs. “Anakin!”

“Yoda tried to set fire to the paperwork! Plo looked ready to rip of his mask last I saw him and I’m not even going to talk about the throbbing vein on Windu’s temple.”

“You just did.”

“Please Obi-Wan, just come help us for a little bit, I had no idea this much went into paperwork! How have you been doing all of this!” Obi-Wan snorted at that and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I had no choice, I substituted sleep with meditation, proper meals with quick rations and mealbars and when I wasn’t fighting on planets, I was fighting bureaucracy. Your friend Palpatine was always quick to give them to me.” He said dryly.

Anakin hesitated a bit at that.

“Yes Anakin?”

“…He told me he was overworked a lot…he’s giving a lot of work your way though.” Copper brows rose in surprise. Overworked? If the Chancellor was overworked then he wondered what Obi-Wan would hit on that scale of ‘overworked’.

Yet he said nothing, letting Anakin come to his own conclusions.

“I can walk you know.”

“You’re liable to jumping out a window if I let go of you.” Anakin carried him all the way to the council chamber before settling him down on his feet. The Jedi master sighed and looked around, raising his brows in amusement at the eleven glares sent his way.

“I see the paperwork has buried you.” He offered cheerfully to Yoda who harrumped at him.

“A brat you are Kenobi. To much work this. How you’ve done this I have no idea.”

Obi-Wan tilted his head and picked up one. “I have because someone had to. And I never said no. So more was given my way. By the council, the Senate and the Supreme Chancellor…remind me, when did the Jedi order become the Senate’s secretaries? But I imagine its just one more duty we take on, along with peace keepers, warriors, generals and errand boys?” He rolled his eyes and dropped the paper.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, you had Anakin abducted me right before I was about to have tea and meditate. Important?” He asked dryly.

“Just help us sort through the essential Kenobi, please.” Mace rubbed his face.

“Like the fact that Chancellor has been keeping me so busy that I hardly had time to think or breath for the last three years?” Obi-Wan sat down in his usual chair. “The fact that I’ve slept better these two last nights, pinned beneath a very warm body for the first time in three years?” He lifted a leg over his knee, eyeing the rest of the council. Anakin he was amused to note, was staring at the ceiling with a slight flush on his face.

“We are not here to talk about your sexual escapades Kenobi!” Mace growled, the vein Anakin had spoken about throbbing at his temple and down his neck.

“No, we’re here to speak about the fact that the Senate and especially the supreme chancellor himself seems to be driving the Jedi order down into a bogged political system.” Obi-Wan hummed as he pulled a pack of fruit leathers out of his seat, nibbling on it.

“What? Obi-Wan, he’s a very busy ma-”

“Oh yes Anakin, so busy, that’s why I looked like a half ravaged madman before this and haven’t slept well in three years. Did I read about Palpatine going on vacation a week ago? No wait that was ‘relief’ effort, was it not? On a planet known for its spas and lavish treatments…” He raised two unimpressed eyebrows.

Anakin hesitated, torn between defending his friend and the facts.

Obi-Wan sighed and looked around. “I’m not going to say we shouldn’t involve ourselves in this war. That has already been set…but…perhaps, just perhaps, we should start thinking relief effort and direct our concern to the people who are caught between the fighting…and not the Senate tells us.” He stood, tucking his hands into his belt at the silence of the chamber.

“The Senate tells us where to go, who to help, who to fight, who needs us and in the meantime the people lose their faith in us because we do as the Senate says, ignoring the issue at hand. Naboo comes sharply to mind when I say this, The then Queen Amidala deserved more, we could not fight a war, but we could have done more.” He shrugged slowly and then picked up one of the flimis papers. “But if we have invoice for pens, I guess we’re more bureaucratic then ever.”

“And suggest elseward you do?” Yoda didn’t sound condemning, only faintly curious. Obi-Wan guessed after over eight hundred years, he had seen quite a bit of change and shift in the order.

“Suggest? I suggest nothing. I just see that perhaps removing our involvement in the Senate as a good thing. We are not politicians. We are the neutral body of the order of Jedi. We are suppose to be the voices of reason, the words of neutrality. Yet when I ask what people know about the Jedi, they tell me warriors, they tell me dogs of the Senate, the long arm of the Republic, who is sent to subdue and make those who rebel fall into line. That is what I hear.” He frowned at the floor. “…But that’s just what I hear. What I don’t hear is that we are welcome. I don’t hear that the Jedi are wanted. I don’t hear them call us peace keepers.”

“And to do we should?” Yoda questioned.

“I don’t know.” Obi-Wan shrugged. “But with our course set, I only see destruction in the future. Eventually someone will think us to much…and the dismantling of the order will happen. This is what I see now that I’ve had time to rest a weary head.”

“Are you suggesting we pull our support off the battlefields?” Plo questioned.

“Not at all. I suggest however that we try to find the peaceful solution we used to. My master used to tell me that if I drew my lightsaber, the battle was already lost for a Jedi.” Obi-Wan pulled his hands from his belt and spread his arms, his eyes narrowed. “We are Jedi. We are peace keepers. We fight for justice, for peace, for the rights of sentient, yet here we are, embroiled in a war we fight on the frontline and die for a Senate who directs us like chess pieces. I say ENOUGH.” Obi-Wan blazed in the Force, his voice ringing with the power kept beneath the placid face.

Anakin felt his mouth open slightly in surprise and he was not the only one.

Council members started to slowly trade glances.

“I say enough. I say we call back our masters, our knights and our padawans. I say we let them BREATH. I say we tell the Senate that the Jedi are not their playthings. I say we protect the clones because no man should be created to DIE. They are not disposable. We are not disposable.”

Obi-Wan took a deep breath and let his arms drop. “But that’s just me. And I am still tired and I am still taking this week for me.” He headed for the door, passed his stunned former padawan. “No man should be created to die Anakin…just like no one should be a slave…” He offered quietly before reaching the elevator, taking it down.

“We are all created to live our lives…”

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hey heey! so this headcanon was written on my phone a long time ago (when i was turning in my application to be an admin) and this was what i showed jane! i felt bad for you guys because i told you that i couldn’t post anything till monday UNTIL I FOUND THIS IN MY NOTES so! i decided to post it. it was an ask that jane lent me a while ago (basically it was RFA + V + Saeran about to do the nasty with MC for the first time but because the MC is insecure about her body, she backs out even though she REALLY WANTED TO F UcK) and i wanted to let you guys read it! i’m sorry if the format is shitty, this was written on my phone and iPhone Notes kinda suck… a lot. anyways, please enjoy!! ❤️ ~amanda Yoosung: • you two were heavily making out on his bed, slowly pulling off each other’s clothes • both were blushing profusely and hands were wandering everywhere • his started kissing up and down your neck and pulling you close to him • you were moaning and grinding upwards into him, wanting him badly • yoosung pulled away and leaned towards your ear • “MC do you really want this?” he asked, looking at you in the eyes • you were about to nod until • he’s going to see you naked • NA KE D • what if he thought you were ugly? what if he thought you were too fat to be with him? what if you were a turn off? • you hesitated and pulled away from Yoosung, causing him to tilt his head confusedly • “I-I….” you couldn’t look at him in the eyes • Yoosung sat up and asked you what was wrong • “wh-what if… i do want this but… but what if you… f-find me…” you couldn’t finish the last word, but Yoosung seemed to understand what was the problem • he leaned in, kisses you softly and whispered, “MC i’ll never find you ugly. i love you and i want to do this with you. you’re absolutely beautiful in my eyes and i couldn’t care less if you were fat or skinny or average. i love you for who you are, not what you look like” • you Me LT E D • with that, you kissed him hard and your hands started wandering south • yoosung pulls down your underwear and leans his head towards your entrance, looking up at you and smiling • he ate you out with the skill you had NO IDEA HE HAD LIKE WOW Zen: • “princess, what’s wrong? i-i thought you wanted this?” • you couldn’t look at zen, as the embarrassment in you was showing • zen tilted your chin upwards to you look at him • you started telling him how you believe that he’ll think that you’re ugly and a turn off once he sees you naked • ????? • he likes personality not looks???? • AND HE THINKS YOUR JUST DAZZLING hoW can you SAY THAT YOUR NOT BEAUTIFUL??? • he smiled gently and kisses you with so much passion and love that you could barely hold on • fuCk i mean HOMEBOY KNOWS HOW TO KI Ss HELP • as he started peeling off your clothes, he mumbled “beautiful” and “gorgeous” and “my princess” in your ear over and over • you’re blushing and shaking your head, disagreeing with him • he dipped his hand into your underwear and made you yelp • pressed his thumb on your clit, making you moan loudly and falter in his arms • he kisses your neck again and whispers in your ear, saying how beautiful you are • “i love you MC, you’re so beautiful… i’m going to make you realize that by the end of tonight~” • throughout the whole night, he kept complimenting you and loving you • he doesn’t unleash The Beast because tonight is all about you <3 Jaehee • Jaehee had you on the bed, with you squirming as her mouth attacked your neck • she was fully naked on top of you while you still had your tshirt and underwear on • when she attempted to pull off your shirt, you yelped and scooted away from her • she looked at you confusedly and asked you what was wrong • you started blubbering and trying to avoid the question • Jaehee holds your hand and she repeats her question • “I-I just… well…” • you basically told her that you didn’t really like how you looked underneath your clothes and that if you were to be intimate with her, she wouldn’t enjoy it • TRIGGERED JAEHEE • Jaehee cupped your face with her hands and gave you butterfly kisses • “MC… honey…” • she couldn’t care less how you looked underneath your clothes! she’s just glad you trust her enough to want her as much as she wants you! • she kissed you lovingly and told you that she thinks your an absolute angel and wouldn’t want you any other way • you still weren’t convinced but Jaehee was determined to convince you • she laid you down and started kising up and down your body on top of your clothes • when she reached your underwear, she gave a chaste kiss on it and said “do you trust me?” • by the point, you were so turned on, you blurted out “yes” • she smiled at you and pulled down your underwear • and she wenT TO TOwN • she was determined to make you feel like a damn goddess by the end of the night Jumin: • “J-Jumin wait” • Jumin was on top of you, kissing your neck and shoulder and slipping his hand underneath your shirt • as he was getting ready to slip it off, you pushed him away and told him to stop • he looked at you concerned and asked what was wrong • after a while of his question, you sighed and sat up, looking at him • you explained to him that you were nervous to take off your clothes, considering that you were ugly and disgusting underneath them • wait • what did you just say • EXCUSE ME • NO, NEIN NEIN • Jumin never looked so shook in his life • he hugged you tightly • “MC, darling, that’s not true” • he went on saying how he thought you were absolutely beautiful and adorable and how you made him so happy in his life • he was willing to show you how beautiful you were if you let him • you hesitated.. still not sure until • he smiLED • rip mc • he said that he won’t change his mind of thinking gorgeous you were • he kissed you softly and started peeling off your clothes, finally persuading you • Mr. Trust Fund Kid had a beast of his own ;)) • the whole night you were screaming his name and begging for more and more of The Jumin Han Sperminator 707/ Luciel/ Saeyoung • this boy was making you melt underneath him, just by kissing your neck and lips • HOT BREATHS AGAINST YOUR COLLARBONE • not to mention that your moaning was cruCIFYING HIM • he was getting really into it and when you tugged his shirt off, he was coming real close to losing his self control • agent 707 about to hacK INTO THAT PUSSY • until • you stopped kissing him and pulled away • he stopped also and stareD at you, saying nothing • ????? mc?? • you stayed silent for a while, knowing that he was wondering why you stopped • in a cracked voice, you explained how you weren’t really ready to take off your clothes, since you believe that you were ugly if they were off • LMAOOOOO • wait • you’re serious? • seven engulfed you in a hug • “mc you shouldn’t think that! you’re absolutely gorgeous! i fell in love with the way you are. i don’t care if you’re ugly to everyone else, but to me you’re beautiful. i love all of you, including your body” • wow saeyoung • he kissed you all over your body and looked at you with love and lust • *cue to the part where mc nuts* • after you nervously nodded your head, he grinned and laid you down on the bed • BODy WOrS HIP pING • as he made love to you, you two interlace fingers and moan together • that boy was getting INTO IT BRUH OML V/Jihyun • “J-Jihyun, hold on a second…” • V stopped and glanced at you while panting • your cheeks are flushed and you LOOKED ready for him • but you weren’t • V could practically SEE the insecurity in your eyes and he wasn’t having it • “angel, what’s wrong? what are you feeling?” • you said that you didn’t think you were beautiful enough to have him be with you and you suggested that they should stop for now • HIS HEART BR OKE • he was so upset!! how can you not see how damn beautiful you were!!! like what!!!! • V kissed your forehead and held you in his arms • “mc what are you talking about? you’re the most beautiful, gorgeous, loveliest person i’ve ever seen. i love you and i want to show you how much i do.. will you let me?” • you slowly nod, after thinking about it • lemme just say • V has the fingers of a GOD • THE WONDERS HE CAN DO WITH THEM • he made you cum multiple times and he still hasn’t been inside you • he was taking his time, showing you how much he really loved you and how amazing you were Saeran: • making out making out makING OUT • hands were wandering everywhere and yall’s were grinding the hell out of each other • he was kissing all over your jawbone and neck • his hands with underneath your shirt the next second and you stiffened • Saeran noticed and stopped, looking at you concerned • “mc…? what’s up?” • you stuttered your answer, saying how you thought you were ugly when you were naked and that he would think so too • “mc shut up” • he began explaining how he didn’t give a shit if you were ugly underneath or not, he’d still love you • he fell in love with the way you treated him and your personality and hates the fact that you thought you were hideous • “mc you’re the most beautiful girl i know. i don’t understand why you can’t see that. but i guess that means that i’m gonna have to just show you…” • and with that, he started attacking your body with kisses and lowered his head towards your entrance • “are you okay with this? can i continue?” • you nod and let him pull off your underwear • he ate you out liKE A DAMN SNACK • he kept saying how delicious you were and loved hearing your moans • you could barely control yourself as you were gripping his hair and screaming his name • saeran was smirking and fingered you into OBLIVION • “please believe me when i say that i love you so much and i don’t want to lose you. you’re mine tonight, mc.”

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That weekend, Will received a message that caught him off guard. He had been so focused on his conversation with Nico throughout the week that he’d forgotten about Joey. At least until his name lit up his phone screen.

Movie tonight? I can pick you up?

The message made Will feel guilty and uncertain. A week ago, the idea of going on a date was exciting and even a relief. At the time there was no possibility of one day getting back together with Nico. There was no urge to spend every waking moment texting him and smiling over stupid messages throughout the night until Cecil threw a pillow at him and told him to at least silence the phone.

A week ago, he’d wanted nothing more than to tear Nico out of his heart. He would’ve agreed to the date without mulling it over so much.

Now, though, he wasn’t so sure. Going on a date now would feel wrong. In the back of his mind, he would feel guilty because of Nico. Because Nico was trying so hard to be better. He was trying hard to be Will’s friend again. And Will didn’t want to repay it by going on a date behind his back.

Instead of answering, he called Joey and hoped to find a way out of the date without necessarily having to explain his entire situation.

“Hey there, doc,” Joey greeted.

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  • "He would make a very handsome throw rug. And just think, every time he gets dirty, you could take him outside and beat him."
  • "Ooh, gift baskets!"
  • "Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?"
  • "My sweet deluded little minion. Aren't we forgetting one teensy-weensy, but ever so crucial little, tiny detail? I OWN YOU!"
  • "Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow..."
  • "Are you sure this water's sanitary? It looks pretty questionable to me!"
  • "I'm a raging epidemic of romance."
  • "It's called a cruel irony, like my dependence on you."
  • "'Course I can drive a truck. Sure, you got your steering and your gas and your brake and, of course, this metal, uh, looking... thing. Okay, so it was a bumper car at Coney Island, but it's the same basic principle."
  • "She likes your butt and fancy hair."
  • "That was more fun than I ever want to have again"
  • "It was probably the fifth or sixth most coldest day of my entire life."
  • "But who would ever eat a chicken?"
  • "By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive."
  • "I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through."
  • "That meat lover's pizza is NOT loving me back at all!"
  • "I'm sweating like a sinner in church."
  • "Likes you? Please, that's demented!"
  • "What are we renumbering?"
  • "Why are you so freakishly annoying?"
  • "Because I love you, I insist you run."