but my god is that man handsome in person

dogs-on-logs  asked:

tell me more about half dead sidewalk cat

it’s this man!! this handsome boy!

about 10 yrs ago, my sister found a starving matted lump of cat on the sidewalk. he had no front claws, & was EXCESSIVELY friendly

my personal theory is that Marmaduke was taken away from his mother/littermates far too early, because he doesn’t understand cat body language at all but he communicates with human fluently. like, he understands that staring deep into our eyes & rapidly approaching (something that reads as “OH GOD, THIS MAN IS ATTACKING?” to other cats) is the best way to grab our attention

in any case, his ungodly stare/ deep purr/ zombie-appearance was enough to convince my sister to carry him home. my dad doesn’t like cats, but he’s also a gigantic softie, and because this skin-and-bone cat began puking everywhere when given food, my dad decided that shelters would immediately euthanize him & that we just HAD to adopt him

a decade later, Marmaduke has turned into an arthritic old man with intense thyroid issues, but he still has that horrible stare + purr combo down pat

Cordially, Jimin

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: R (mentions of sex)

Word Count: 6,121

Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence.  (fluff + humor)

Originally posted by bangtanofarmys

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Birthday Kisses

Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2961

Warnings: Ummm a little language? Too much love? Too many kisses maybe?

Summary: Sam starts a birthday kiss tradition to make up for your missed birthday and hopefully nudge a certain grumpy ex-assassin in the right direction.

A/N: Happy very belated birthday @aubzylynn !! You deserve all the kisses. All of them. 

Originally posted by romanogers4ever

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Sam ambushed you as you entered the kitchen, making you yelp in alarm as he lifted you off the ground and twirled you in circles.

“Sam, it’s not even my birthday,” you said, wincing slightly as he set you back on your feet on the cold tiles.

“I know, but since someone sent my girl out on a mission on her damn birthday, we have to celebrate it late.” He shot a disapproving glance to where Steve was sitting at the table with Bucky.

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The way Belle looks at Adam/The Beast

After watching the movie again…. and again.. and again, i started noticing the different ways Belle looks at Adam (Yes, i’m making a point of calling him by his name from now on) and i felt like i needed to make a post (lengthy post) about it.

1. This is the first time Belle sees Adam. She’s shocked, which we all would be, i mean….. He’s a monster!

2. I wanted to point out the change from the first image to this one. At first glance, Belle is shocked, having never seen anything like him before, but in this one she’s terrified. Her father is being taken away from her by this monster and she feels there’s nothing she can do.

3. FIESTY BELLE! We’d seen a little bit of rebellious Belle early on with Gaston, but this is her proper letting loose. You tell him girl!!

4. The moment of hesitation here always catches me for a second. Is this maybe…just maybe, the first time Belle really feels anything towards Adam? Why would she turn around and help him. True, she’s a nice person, but she gives up her only chance at freedom to help this monster she knows nothing about. Could there be an underlying feeling towards him? 

5. Here, we see Belle showing something close to care. Like she feels sorry for Adam, or maybe helpless in making things better. Sharing a similar backstory with their mother dying, maybe this is were she first feels a connection towards him.

6. We all loved this moment. I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love at the sight of a library that big? Speaking of love. That pause, ^, If you just look, the way she stares at him is something a bit more than just laughing at his joke. She’s seeing a change in him, a change that she likes, and it looks as though she’s catching herself before she falls too far.

7. Another long look. What could it mean?!

8. ANNNND another one! Someone is starting to like the look of Adam. Even beneath all that hair and claws.

9. Okay we’ve all done this when we’ve been caught staring at someone we like. Come on Belle! You’re making it too obvious.

10. Yes, this is better, do it at a distance when he can’t see you. (Also, I love the new sequence of scenes for this song)

11. “Still, a romance.” We caught that little glance when he was looking away, you cheeky Belle.

12. Okay, now we can get back into the deeper looks. This is sympathy again. Knowing that a whole world has rejected him, she couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.

13. “Let’s go home.” First off, she called it home! Imagine how that makes Adam feel? That she feels his cursed, dark dusty castle is home. I feel like she really means it, that she’s begging him to take her somewhere that she is happy, and that she has good memories of. 

14. Okay, the eyebrow lift, how cute is that. Subtle, but it’s like she’s saying, “I scrub up well… yeah.. i know.” (I must say, a little come hither might be hidden in there somewhere)

15. Disbelief. The way she looks around, thinking to herself “Do i want to go?” “Do i want to leave this play that makes me so happy?” “Do i want to leave him?”

16. This turn. She makes it seem as though she thinks she’ll never see Adam again, but she’s already said thank you, so why turn around again? Was there something else she wanted to say? I think so, but maybe she didn’t know how to voice it, how to tell him, because maybe she didn’t really know either.

17. Fear again. She finally lays eyes on him, and she can see he is injured. What if she won’t be able to tell him how she feels?

18. Shock. This is where the Adam is dragging Gaston towards the edge of the castle wall. The last time we saw shock from Belle was the first time she saw Adam. Maybe she feels fear too that he is becoming what they all think he is….a Beast.

19. I think the she feels nothing here. In her arms is the dying body of the man she cares for. The only thing she can do is reasure him. Tell him it will be okay, all the while trying to convince herself.

20. This is desperation. She’s nearly there, she nearly understands what she is feeling, but she is too late and she knows it. She needs him to come back to her, to not leave her alone, not like she left him.

21. The realisation. We all know this moment. When the main character realises they are in love, and they try desperately, to tell the other person, in the hopes it might save them. Disney have done this a few times, one example being back in Tangled when Rapunzel saves Flynn/Eugene with a tear drop of pure love.

22. Shock. Each time Belle sees Adam for the first time in some way, she experiences some sort of shock. She’s unsure of what has happened. (As my brother said, she’s probably thinking “Thank God he’s handsome.”)

23. Relief, happiness, love, amazement. She knows now that she can be happy, she can be with this man she loves. It’s overwhelming, but she knows it is what she’s always wanted.

24. Love. There is nothing but love in that look. She is where she is meant to be, with who she is meant to be with, and she loves it.

Look at the difference. Look at the change over the period they spent together. That…… is Disney.


Because who doesn’t love this scene?


Corporate || Dylan O’Brien AU {Part One}

Originally posted by obrienschicken

Words: 1976

Warnings: none really

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Series Masterlist

Author’s Note: thanks to one of my favorites @were-cheetah-stiles for proofreading this for me :) Enjoy everyone!

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anonymous asked:

Hi, can you do a hc about the rfa (and v and saeran, if you write about them) on a mc that they have met before when she was drunk and was flirting with them really smoothly? And then the storylines happens and she doesn't remember them but they do?

(*´ω`*) np! I wonder if I’d flirt when drunk….So far when I’m tipsy I just get really stubborn. I think the RFA would have a handful dealin with me, haha!


-When he finally met you in person, he suddenly realized why your voice seemed so familiar.

-You were that chick from about a month back!

-But…You didn’t seem embarrassed? You just smiled and joked just like you did on the chat (albeit with a bit more blushing). Did you even remember?

-He sure did. He remembered just hanging out with his fellow co-actors, just relaxing at a local bar he enjoyed and having a few beers. He was used to women coming up to him and trying to flirt, but uh…Not drunk women who didn’t realize who he was.

-”You- You know? You look a LOT, like a LOT, like this actor guy dude from the local theater. God, you should just see that dude. His name is? Is uh. Zenny? Something I can’t fucking, remember…But god I’d lick his abs, he’s so handsome. You look like that guy man! That cool guy. That beautiful dude.

-Oh my god. He felt so fucking embarrassed for you. You just kept going and going, not realizing the whole time, until your friends finally dragged you back home.

-He thought of that scene a few times, but oh my god, your friends never told you? (GOOD FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS)

-He decided NOT to bring it up then, not when the two of you were finally meeting in person for the second first time. 

-(A few weeks later, he finally brought it up. Your face was so red as you called your friends for confirmation. When they finally admitted what had happened, you just stood in embarrassed Shock. Until Zen finally admitted you were the one girl who managed to flirt with him at a bar and he actually got interested in you.)


-Jumin had given her so ‘free’ time. Which was, of course, allowing her to go on a wine tasting event with him. It was a bit better than working (and he’d probably have her set up a few meetings anyway), so she agreed.

-She didn’t drink often, but she could see how some lightweights could become overwhelmed with the all the samples.

-At least, that’s the excuse she came up for you. God, as soon as she heard your voice on the phone, she instantly remembered how drunk you had gotten at that simple wine tasting event. But you didn’t remember her? It stung a little, but you were…Very. Very drunk.

-She remembered you trying to casually walk towards her. She thought you were wanting to talk to her about Jumin, praying that it wasn’t about how you could get a date with him. But when you slid your arm around hers and slurred, she nearly had her heart stop.

-”You-You are literally the only pretty person here. These dudes are so uuugly. Oh my god, how come rich guys can’t even look decent half the time. Do you like girls? I like girls. I’m a girl. You’re a girl. Lets. Lets hang out. Blow this popsicle stands. We’ll have fun.”

-When security dragged you away (Jumin’s doing, with light murmurs of complaints from him), Jaehee had to try her best not to blush and laugh.

-You were cute, but oh my god she had never been flirted with like that.

-As the two of you started dating, she never, ever mentioned it. Not until about a year later after a night you had gotten tipsy again, and thankfully you two just laughed together about it.


-As soon as he heard you voice, he knew it was familiar. A nice one, something that didn’t urk him that much.

-Seeing you in person made him immediately want to ban all wine from the RFA party. How you were so shameless he never understood.

-A few months back, he had attended an event that allowed for extra guests to be brought. He didn’t really remember which one. He had went to so many they just blurred together at times.

-He did, however, remember clearly of a drunken woman suddenly grasping his arm. He immediately was annoyed, thinking it was some other woman who had tried flirting with him earlier, but when it was someone new, he gave you a moment to talk.

- “These rich dudes are so. Boring. Are you boring too? You look cool. You look…Cool. Not borin’. Not borin’ at alllllll. Do you wanna be not boring together? Like. The dude who brought me doesn’t even know where I am. Fuck em. Fuck em all. I’d even fuck you if you’d lemme.”

-Oh my god.

-Security had came and gotten you later, and he just sighed and fixed his sleeve. He thought you were ridiculous. 

-So at the RFA party, when you said you were introducing yourself the first time, he called you out on it. It wasn’t the first time you two had met.

-He ended up going in full detail, exactly what you said, how your hair was messed up, how everything about you was just. Embarrassing.

-Your first RFA party was filled with many embarrassing moments after that, especially from a teasing Seven.


-He was just hanging out with Zen when the drunk you came sauntering up, looking strangely confident and slightly confused.

-He almost pulled his phone out, getting ready to film what was possibly Zen’s most embarrassing moment.

-Instead, his hands froze when you passed by Zen and went directly to him.

-“You’re. You’re weird lookin. Not in a bad way though. Like. You look weird but cool. Cute. Yeaaah. I like redheads. Are you into girls? Or guys? Because i wanna. I wanna take ya out.”

-Omg. He was dying. He never really had this happen before, and Zen’s shocked expression was totally worth it.

-Before he could give you a reply, your friends finally found you and pulled you away while spouting apologies.

-So when he found out exactly who you were when he did his background check, he laughed so hard

-He wouldn’t bring it up with the others around (Maybe Zen), but he’d tease the FUCK outta you about it.

-“I guess you got what you wanted, huh?”


-Poor baby. He’d NEVER bring it up to you, except on his deathbed.

-He had finally agreed to go to the bar Zen wanted to take him to. He was a bit nervous because of how often he was being carded. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking!!

-Of course, to make matters worse, there were girls flirting with Zen constantly. He was just here as a third wheel!

-He watched as another girl kinda. Stumbled over to Zen. Great. He couldn’t even have drunk girls- Oh god she was going to him, not Zen!

-“Heyaaa, cutie? You’re preeeetty young, huh? Barely able to get in here huh? Hahaha.. but you’re so so cute. Hey, cutie, gimme your phone number! I’ll be your girlfriend!”

-Oh my god. Oh. My god. He was mortified. Even Zen was watching! Oh my god.

-Before he could gather the courage to respond, he saw a few girls come and drag you away, full of scolding and giggles.

-That night, Zen just laughed and patted your back.

-Of course Zen wasn’t laughing now as Yoosung kissed you, vowing to keep that memory to himself.

-(Until Zen told you literally a day later)


-V didn’t really go to bars or anything of the sort. But when he visited exhibitions, especially ones he was also featured in, they tended to offer wine to drink.

-Unfortunately, not everyone could hold their alcohol.

-He watched a woman stumble a bit, quietly murmuring to several different pictures.

-Eventually she made over to where he was standing.

- “God. I love this one. This. This is a good one. Better than the others. Wait. No, that’s mean. Those are good too. But this one, this one is like. Good good.”

-Oh god. He was trying his best not to laugh. He decided to stand beside his own just in case he could answer questions, or interest people in more of his works. He was not expecting this.

- “But man. This guy has to be sooo fun to be with. I’d love to date this guy! Have coffee! Talk about. Flowers and shit. God, I’d probably sleep with him too.”

- Wow?? He didn’t even know how to respond. So… He didn’t. He watched you sleepily study his picture and… Walk away.

-Flash to him finally meeting you after the RFA party, and you didn’t seem to remember him OR his pictures at all.

-He worried a bit if his pictures just didn’t last well in people, but when you looked as if you never saw them, he concluded maybe you just didn’t remember that day whatsoever.

-Later on, when you two had been together, he always kept you away from the wine at his exhibits. When you questioned him about this, he finally told you about the first time he met you.

-Needless to say, you never drank at exhibitions ever again


-The first time he met you, before the whole RFA mess, was at a bar.

-Needless to say, he pegged you as a target before you really said anything.

-He had watched you from a corner, just basically watching everyone. He was just trying to see what the fuss was about with bars.

-The drunks were annoying. And stupid. Annoyingly stupid.

-But… He wasn’t expecting a decent looking one come to him and try hitting on him.

-He watched, slightly amused, as you stumbled over your words.

-“You’re a little black parade looking punk, aren’t you? Lookin. All tough. And like a punk. Very punky. Can I sit with you, punk? You’re. Cute punk. Yeah! I like punk stuff too, imma even gonna get this badass tattoo one day, man! Whoop!”

-He didn’t even manage to give a response before you sat down and promptly conked the fuck out.

-He didn’t really know what to do, and since he didn’t feel like getting mixed up in anything, he left the bar before any of your friends could question him.

-So when the two of you finally met in person, and you introduced himself, he just laughed for a while.

-“Do you not remember me?”

-After a brief explanation, he ended up laughing for a looong time with how red you had gotten. He actually joined Seven in teasing you.

taeyong normally: omg i love puppies so much they are so cute and soft. omg can we buy cotton candy ? i love cotton candy!!! *someone calls him handsome* *blushes* oh thank you ^-^

taeyong while writing songs: *kinkiest man on earth* *p much into pain&pleasure* *writes songs about how he wanna get whipped and tortured by his lover*

mc: so what kind of person is taeyong ?

mark: he is…. *clears throat* he is such a nice person and i love him with all of my heart….god bless him.

Aberrations || 2

Author: RandomBTSPrincessa


Characters: Yoongi x Reader (Eventually)

Chapters:  01

Originally posted by samwol

I woke up to a warm body pressed to my back and light breaths against my ear, ruffling my hair. I stayed still for a few minutes, just listening to my boyfriend snoring away gently in my ear as he shifted, his arm moving around me, as he woke up too.

Normally I would groan and pull his arm back tighter around me and he would chuckle, kiss me and remind me that he needed to get up if he wanted to be presentable for the day.

Today, however, I let his arm cautiously move away from me and I closed my eyes quickly as he leant over to check if I was awake or not.

“Baby, you up?” he asked, his morning voice husky.

I was tempted to just stay still so by the time he was in the bathroom, I could make a big show of waking up but I sighed, turning over to look at him. “Yep,” I said tiredly. He smiled softly and to my surprise, flopped back to lie down beside me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to his chest.

This was completely new. Sehun’s morning routine was waking us up, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth, shower and get dressed for the day while I’d laze around in his bed for a while or get up and start making our breakfast. When he was done, he’d come to the kitchen and take over while I’d get ready then we’d eat and leave to start our respective days. It had solidified even more over the months and the only change had been seeing even less of each other since we both got busy.

These days we rarely spent nights together unless he showed up on my doorstep or specifically called me. He didn’t spend time wandering about me in the morning. If I didn’t wake up he’d just leave and go off to get ready and I’d get up to the sound of the water running and him singing his warm ups.

He could probably tell that my body had stiffened in surprise because he hummed a tune and rubbed a soothing hand down my back. “I was thinking maybe we could spend ten minutes to catch up to anything we’ve missed out on in the week?” he asked softly.

My first thought was panic. Why was he doing this now? He was sweet yes, loving yes, caring yes, but he wasn’t these things when he knew he had to rush to get to the dance room and start his exercises.

“Sehun, is something wrong?” I asked quietly.

“No, why, does something need to be wrong so I’d get to properly talk to you?” he asked.

“You tell me.” I muttered and he sighed, his hand moving to massage the back of my neck. “Nothing’s wrong, Y/N. I just want to know how you’ve been. I haven’t been…paying a lot of attention to you lately. I know you don’t like it. I don’t, either but you’re understanding and supportive and I appreciate that.” He said just as quietly.


I didn’t know how to reply to that. When had that happened? It wasn’t the first time that Sehun had been this complimentary to me and I hoped it wasn’t the last but why was I so unsure of him? Why did I feel like I couldn’t reply to him? So I said the one thing that I knew would be true.

“Well, I love you so…”

“I know,” he sighed and was it my imagination or did he sound sad? “I love you too.”

He craned his head to look at the clock on the nightstand and sighed again. “Ok, ten minutes up. I didn’t get to know about your week but I think I got the main point across. We’ll do this again, later?” he asked, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed.

“Sure,” I said, watching him disappear in the bathroom and shut the door.

I couldn’t help the feeling of dread pooling in my stomach.

I opened the door to my, Ara and Doona’s apartment to find my two best friends already at the breakfast counter, chewing on their breakfast. Ara looked up to see me.

“Oh hello there, lovebird who abandons her best friends with Yerin of all people,” She said.

“What have I said about that nickname? Plus, I might just tell Yerin you said that.” I said, coming to stand behind the counter. “Go ahead and do that. She’s the one who said that. Of course, she was drunk so I don’t know how much of it she meant.” Ara said, examining my face. “Have you had coffee? There’s some in the pot.” She said.

“Thanks,” I said, pouring myself a cup as Doona pushed her plate of fried eggs and toast towards me. “Did you get any breakfast at all?”

I shook my head, spooning the eggs into my mouth before telling them about Sehun’s strange behavior in the morning. Doona frowned at me.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re blowing this out of proportion. Sehun has been neglecting you a lot recently and he knows that. I don’t think it’s that strange that he might want to make up for that even if it’s just ten minutes in the morning.” She said.

“Yeah, I guess, maybe it is me. I’ve forgotten how to be around him, when we haven’t been around each other for so long.” I mumbled. Doona’s face softened. “Don’t worry, two more years of this then you’ll be free. You can get back to each other and be all sickly sweet like you guys were when you first started seeing each other.” She said gently. I smiled back at her as Ara spoke up.

“You know, maybe Yerin’s plan worked. He thinks you might have met someone who could’ve caught you eye and he’s making sure you know you’re his. You know, in the sweet way. Give it a few days, I’m sure he’ll take you on a date or something and spend the entire night marking his territory. Make sure he makes it up to you good and rough.” Ara said.

There was silence as both Doona and I stared at her, stunned.

“What, I didn’t say anything wrong,” She shrugged.

“You, my dear, have been spending too much time with Yerin.” Doona said.

“Oh please, she’d be worse. So, time to spill, Y/N, did someone actually catch your eye last night?” Ara asked.

That one simple question brought back a flurry of memories, glass sharp. Hazy vision slowly clearing to see mint green hair, black jackets, too many badges and the soft, handsome face attached to it. The entire package was beautiful while it was hiding a god-awful personality. I shuddered at the thought of ever coming across him at Dark Wild again but this time I’d ignore him, which is if he noticed me, which I doubted he would.

I thought about the last image I had of him. His eyebrow cocked, a sneer plastered across his lips as he told me his name. Min Yoongi, I thought, my mind injecting the name with a hearty amount of venom.

God, I hated the man.


I turned to look at Doona and Ara staring at me. “Nope, no one did. I doubt anyone comes up to Sehun’s level anyway.” I said lightly. Ara rolled her eyes as Doona chuckled. “Honestly, he’s lucky he has you. You’re the biggest fan Oh Sehun can ever have.” She said. I smiled at that, pushing away images of Min Yoongi again.

Yerin as usual was waiting for me out of creative writing class. She had a heavy coat on and her hair up with sunglasses covering half of her face. I couldn’t help it; I burst out laughing when I saw her. She made a disgruntled sound and reached out to smack my arm but I dodged her easily.

“You can laugh; you weren’t the one helping out a friend get their minds off their neglectful boyfriend.” She grumbled. “I know, I know, I’m sorry,” I said, still chortling. “Where did you go last night, over to his place?” she asked and I nodded, linking arms with her so we could get to our seats without her banging into every desk on the way.

“I’d ask how it went, but I’m massively hung over.” She said, putting her head down on the cool table top.

“You shouldn’t even have shown up.” I said.

“I can’t fail this class. It’s the easiest thing I have in my time table and attendance is 30% of the grade. What is that even?” she yawned.

She must’ve fallen asleep because when Professor Soekjin walked in, she jumped up so loudly that he peered over at us from the podium for a full three minute while I tried not laugh and Yerin tried not to melt into a large puddle.

I knew she had a deathly crush on Soekjin and it was probably safe to say every girl on campus did. He was soft and sweet and could totally rock pink. Even I’d caught myself thinking of him more than once.

“Something to share, girls?” he asked and Yerin quickly said no, saying that she had just bumped her leg on the table which seemed to satisfy him because he nodded and gave the class the day’s work.

“So, Y/N, before you went off yesterday, anything I should know?” She asked.

I almost let out a groan.

Why was it that they were all so curious if I’d met or seen someone? I had a boyfriend, after all.

As expected, Min Yoongi invaded my mind again and I gritted my teeth as red filled me up. “No, Yerin, what about you?” I asked, diverting the topic to her.

She smiled her particular brand of ‘I had fun’ smirk and launched into the tale of a certain Jeon Jungkook. I nodded and hummed at the correct intervals as she detailed as to why he was such a good score.

However, even as I stared at the folder of notes we were supposed to elaborate and form into a story of at least 500 words, all I could think of was the way Min Yoongi’s name rolled off my tongue and how it sounded when it wasn’t clenched around my lips with chagrined hatred.

By the time I headed to the double doors, I’d successfully pushed all thought of Min Yoongi to the back of my head where they stubbornly waited to cloud my mind again but I hoped that now that I’d told the girls that no one had caught my eye in the club, they wouldn’t ask about it again.

Min Yoongi would fade from my mind soon. I was too busy to keep thinking of him, I told myself. I was definitely going to forget about him soon. I was only thinking about him because no one had ever dared to talk to me so rudely before. That was the only reason he stuck out. It wasn’t because his hair looked so fluffy in the light or the way his nose line was so straight while the end seemed soft. It wasn’t because his jaw line looked so sharp it could cut and it definitely wasn’t because his lips looked so delectably soft or the way his eyes seemed to pierce into you, the glittering obsidians flickering in the red, purple and blue lights.

Of course, those weren’t the reasons.

I pushed open the door and spotted Sehun deep in conversation with the teacher already. She smiled at me when she saw me and I bowed back as Sehun turned, giving me a wink before turning back to the teacher. I grinned to myself.

Maybe it was just what Doona had said or that I had settled into the day but I couldn’t help but bask a little in my boyfriend’s attention. It felt so normal yet new coming from him. Maybe he was trying to bring our glory days back. That would explain his sudden mushiness.

I watched as he bowed to the teacher taking her leave before walking over to me and dropping in the seat next to me. “I scored a gig.” He muttered.

“What, oh god, that’s amazing!” I quietly squealed, beaming over at him.

He grinned at me before quickly leaning in and pressing a kiss on my nose. “You’re a lucky charm, babe.” He said. I blushed, smiling shyly as the class began to fill up.

He kept a hand on my thigh the whole 45 minutes before clearing his throat as the class ended. “Want me to walk you to your music class?” he asked. I stared.

“Won’t you be late to dance class?” I asked.

“I already did my warm up today; I don’t have to be there for at least 20 minutes.” He shrugged.

“Sehun…” I began. He turned his head to look at me, biting his lip. “Is it so wrong for me to want to spend a few extra minutes of my life with my girlfriend rather than nearly crack my spine?” he frowned at me now, clearly wondering why I was being so difficult. I looked down at that.

“No, of course not, I would love that actually.” I mumbled.

“Excellent,” he stood up, walking off and leaving me to follow him as he held the door open for me.

The fine arts campus had two sections: Music and Dance. The dance hall was kept on the other side of a walkway which connected the Music halls. Singing class was in the first hall, Music practice in the next. Apart from the class halls, there were private studios for the juniors and seniors who had advanced classes with private mentors. After four classes of the music theory, I couldn’t wait to get to junior year so I could have my own studio.

He stopped in front of the music hall which had its doors propped open and bent forwards to kiss me. He placed a hand on the wall, his tongue slipping into my mouth and I giggled when he brushed it teasingly along the top of my mouth. He laughed, pulling away before winking at me and walking off, his steps faster to make it to the dance hall in time.

I sighed once, still tasting him on my lips when I sat down, my teacher moving in soon after. Professor Kim was one of the youngest teachers on campus. He’d graduated with full honors in music making and while he was stern, he was actually kind and really knew what he was doing. I’d seen him whip up an entire song, complete with melody and beats in 20 minutes flat.

Just as he was about to open the presentation the door burst open and my partner, Taehyung burst in, panting, his hair askew and jacket falling off his shoulder. There were muffled sniggers as he stared or rather gaped at Mr. Kim who sighed, adjusting his heavy black glasses.

“Please come in, Taehyung, take your seat.” He said.

Tae bowed and mumbled something as he passed the teacher which must’ve been an apology and quickly sat down next to me.

“Hey,” he said his voice still out of breath. I raised my eyebrows at him, passing him my water bottle and he took it, quickly gulping down an extensive amount as Mr. Kim started his talk on piano techniques.

“What made you late?” I asked, as he handed it back to me.

“I…slept in late.” He said and I gave him a look. Taehyung was one of my best guy friends and he absolutely couldn’t lie. He was a little bit of a loner and tagged along to almost all our night outs. It turned out he was pretty intelligent but he was just so shy, it came up awkwardly.

“Oh ok, Baekhyun is in town.” He confessed and I giggled.

Baekhyun was Taehyung’s best friend from high school. I’d met him on few occasions and he was the complete opposite of Taehyung. Black haired and fluid, he maneuvered himself around Taehyung expertly. To our shock, Taehyung drank nine shots, two more than Yerin and was soon on the dance floor with Ara while Baekhyun took off with Doona.

“You guys went out?” I asked.

“Um, yeah,” he turned red and looked like he was sweating so I turned my attention back to Mr. Kim. I was glad I did because he said something that changed everything.

“So, to see how much you’ve picked up these few months, I got permission from the headmaster to give out studio assignments. You can create your own song from the scratch. Of course, there will be a quirk. We’ll be changing partners.”

“What?” I blurted out as even more people bursts out in protests.

Mr. Kim raised a hand and looked at us with a frown. “The entire point of this project is to see if you’ve learnt enough to step out of your comfort space and create something worthwhile. I don’t know how many of you will go into music production but you will all have to work with different people. Some of those people will be pleasant, some will not. You will not be able to complain then. I suggest you learn to work with different people when the option is so generously presented to you.” He shuffled some people and began calling off names.

“This cannot be happening. I can’t work with just anyone. I barely spoke to you the first month I saw you.” Tae said. He was leaning forward, his eyes wide and panicking.

“Hey, it’s ok. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” I said, rubbing his back and he jumped almost a mile when he got partnered off. I turned to see some girl raise her hand shyly. Taehyung looked at me like he was going to cry.

“It’s Suran, Tae, she’s nice, don’t worry.” I said and he nodded but it looked like he was crying. His lower lip was struck out into a pout as he gathered his things and walked off and I turned to watch him go. I was so worried about him as he slumped down into the seat next to Suran that I nearly missed out on my own partner.

“Y/L/N, Y/N and Min Yoongi,”

It was my turn to whirl around and stare at Mr. Kim with wide, panicked eyes.

What did he just say? Did he actually just say Min Yoongi? No, it couldn’t have been. Min Yoongi was a stranger, a rude jerk I’d met at the Club with no prospect of ever seeing again. He couldn’t possibly be one of my classmates. Even as my blood roared in my ear, I distinctly heard the scratch of a wooden chair being pushed back and the thump of footsteps getting closer to where I was sitting.

Wait; did he know who I was? If he did, why didn’t he say anything? Did he just find me that pathetic?


I flinched at the gruffness in his voice, having forgotten how harsh it could sound. I slowly turned to look at Yoongi feeling surprised jolt my stomach again.

His hair had changed colors or was it just a trick of my mind to see mint green on top of his head. It was now bleached blond. His clothes had changed too. A dirty green jacket hung off of his frame with a black tee and jeans and the same combat boots.

Even as I stared at him, I saw Mr. Kim slowly raise his eyebrows at why Min Yoongi was still standing at his desk. “I sit here.” I said bravely and he raised his eyebrow, challenging me.

“Is there a problem?” Mr. Kim asked.

“No sir,” he mumbled still staring at me before sliding his body behind the desk and sitting where Taehyung used to. I glared in his general direction. Working with Taehyung had been a breeze. He had brilliant ideas that came to him like a hurricane and I had a knack to sort and organize them so we both fit like a puzzle. Working with Yoongi, was going to be a nightmare.

I clenched my fists, unable to keep from glaring at Mr. Kim as well.

“Well now that you have your partners, you can get to brainstorming. You have 45 minutes. Use it well.” He settled back into his chair, a big book in front of his nose and I heard a clearing of throat.

I turned to look at my new partner to see him looking at my balled fists with an almost smug look of his face. I was again tempted to hit him.

His eyes slowly moved up to mine and he tilted his head. “Hey there partner,” he drawled.

I settled for glaring at him again as he sat in Taehyung’s seat like he had sat in it for ages, legs spread out, and arm thrown over the back of it as he eyed me with malicious amusement.

“Something funny over here…?” I asked my voice low.

“Yes, you,” he said.

“Oh boy, am I glad I can make you laugh.” I said in a disgusted voice and he shrugged.

“You should take that as a compliment. Not many things can make me laugh…Y/N.”

I turned my head to look at him to see his face thoughtful as his voice softened by an inch at my name as if he was testing how to say it. It was so different from how I said his name, like it had been a sort of fascinating object. He said my name as he was confused by it somehow.

“Look, I’ll be honest with you. I don’t want to be your partner, you’re a dick.” I said.

“That’s honest.” He nodded before glancing at me, that infuriating smirk still on his face, “What would you suggest?” he asked. “I suggest we go to Kim and change our partners back.” I said.

He snorted at that. “You’ve been here two years and you still don’t know him well enough. Namjoon doesn’t do that. Once his mind is made, it’s made. You could die at his feet and he wouldn’t bat an eye.” He said, “Why don’t you try though? You try batting your eyelashes at him. He is a man after all.” He said.

I withheld my gasp of rage and stood up. “I’m pretty sure he’s going to change my partner when he sees how cheap you are.” I said.

He laughed, slouching in the chair again. “Go right ahead, sweetheart, this should be entertaining.”

I huffed and quickly marched up to Mr. Kim’s desk feeling Min Yoongi’s eyes burning into my back. Kim looked up at me when I stood in front of him. “Sir, please, you need to change my partner. Immediately,” I said, trying to sound urgent. He raised his eyebrows.

“Your partner…Min Yoongi, is it?” he looked over my shoulder before looking back at me. “Is there a particular reason? Is he making you uncomfortable?” he asked.

“Yes, he’s an ass.” I turned red momentarily at my loss of self control in front of my teacher but it was done and I had to get away from Yoongi or I was going to kill him.

“Well, forgive me, Y/N, but being…an ass is not a legitimate reason for me to change partners. If I change it for you, more students will come up to me saying their partners are asses.” He smiled softly at me when he saw my defeated expression.

“But Mr. Kim,” I said, knowing my voice was edging towards whiny.

“Y/N, don’t waste your time convincing me. I know you have potential to turn this situation around. You don’t like him; make him be nice to you. Give Yoongi a chance, Y/N. You don’t know it but the boy’s a genius. You might just benefit from this partnership.” He looked at his watch. “Your time is nearly up anyway, the bell is about to go.”  

He stood up and looked at the rest of the class. “The studios will be assigned on the bulletin board tomorrow morning, make sure to check them and have fun with making music but make music.” He glanced once at me and I took it as a silent dismissal as I stomped back to Min Yoongi.

He watched me get near him with his usual sarcastic expression.

“One time, Min Yoongi, I’ll say this one time. This project is important so I’m willing to give you one chance to work with me properly and not make me kill you. You do anything that is remotely out of line and I will get off this project and leave you hanging. Truce for now,” I gathered my bag from under the desk, not even waiting for his reply and grabbed Tae’s arm as he came over to me, marching us both out the door.

anonymous asked:

I've never shipped them before, but your posts about obi-wan's thing for angry blonds has just made me think everyone got off lucky that rex was assigned to anakin instead of the 212th

Hahahaha, I know, right?! Like…even with Rex being assigned to Anakin I’m sometimes kind of shocked Obi-Wan was as good at his job as he was given how many Yelling Blonde Distractions he had to deal with. Really: “Hi, I’m General Kenobi and this is Captain Rex, a buff Mandalorian with blonde hair who’s yelling out orders. I have to go assist General Skywalker, who’s yelling at someone handsomely right now, before we depart to go meet my hot blond Mandalorian girlfriend who’s currently yelling at the Senate. God, I hope she throws a martini at me.” 

Also, as @seti31 pointed out earlier, Ventress was a blonde, too (!!!), she just shaved her hair off. If she hadn’t, God only knows what fate the universe might have faced. I mean, I know Obi-Wan is a strong person, but how much Sexy Blonde Snark can one man endure???

@ilovedyoubananakin this is also relevant to your interests, probably. 

anonymous asked:

What kind of person do you think Changmin is?

ok this turned out to be really long so short ver: changmin is motivational, inspirational, elegant, ambitious, stubborn, hardworking, tsundere, overachieving, modest, sarcastic, an idiot, hella handsome and he knows it

long ver: 

oh my God this is.. going to be ramble. changmin as a person motivates me sosososo much and makes me laugh so much like i can’t even begin to explain. he debuted when he was 15, and he’s almost 30 now and that just makes me so emotional like he has grown so MUCH… so much, and the man he is today is so impressive. he used to be so shy OK he rarely talked and now look at him, stripping on stage and dressing up as the sexiest lady ever like that’s some #characterdevelopment

afksdhkasjh changmin is… a complicated person, as we all are. he loves, so much, with all his heart, but he has difficulty expressing it. knowing all of yunho’s habits, and taking care of him quietly, because he isn’t the kind of person to overtly display affection. loving his fans but being the number one advocate of #toughlove lmao….. loving his mum but only saying ‘i love you’ to her thrice in her life, im deadass gone i love him. 

he has times where he doubted himself (maybe he still does), but he has grown up to be one of the finest, elegant men i know (as much as i can lol). 

he is motivated, ambitious and hardworking. he knows what he wants and he doesn’t half-ass anything, and that’s one of the things i love about him. changmin doubted becoming an idol many times in his late teens, early twenties. he even said that he didn’t know what was the purpose of him being an idol, because it was so different from what he wanted to do (he wanted to be a sports journalist/broadcaster??? right?? lol). but once he saw the happiness he brings to others, he really devoted himself to the idol life. i think that’s one of the reasons he seemed a lot happier in the later years of dbsk.

another thing, continuing from the previous point - changmin doesn’t do things uselessly. or to phrase that better, anything he pursues is not useless. any hobby he has ever taken up, he has developed to the point he is professional. loves food? probably a food critique behind the scenes (have u seen him analyse wine like oh my God boy). loves photography? fuckin has a photoshoot where he takes photos of scenes and yunho and has that published in a magazine. loves playing the guitar? practices until he has a guitar + singing solo on stage like wtheck overachiever much??

but it’s the overachiever part of him that’s one of the best things about his personality. i dare say he was, and still is, one of the smartest idols out there and it shows (explained later). TWO BACHELORS AND ONE MASTER DEGREE WHILE BEING AN IDOL and then taking a hardcore test to enter the police force so he could be done with army in the same year as yunho?? and taking professional photography classes after schooling?????? bitch i love his overachieving, education-thriving ass so much i can’t even. 

about his smartness showing, he’s so funny in the dry humour and sarcastic sense like ????? only smart people can make jokes the way he does anw ya his brain is my kink im sorry i love it so much… telling fans to check their attitudes when they call him handsome LOL… love it… also love how he cares for his fans but not in the overly affectionate way because that isn’t his style

but yup, i think he’s super modest too. i love the idea when he said that we should treat him as dessert?? or something like that???? that we should focus on our lives and studies and get boyfriends, and only then should we focus on dbsk, because our real lives are a lot more important than him. when he pulls back fans on roads and scolds them for risking their lives just for taking photos of him? (but he knows how handsome he is and also flaunts it so modest???? yes, but he has his moments and he deserves them. look at this)

Originally posted by morgue-legs

this is literally 1/300 of him ok he has so many dimensions, the most amazing person i have experienced he will always be my ultimate bias like b ye 

anonymous asked:

66 with my mans Peter

Viva La Juicy | Peter Parker

“Hey handsome.” you greeted your boyfriend with a smile and a kiss on the cheek. You could see his cheeks flush a shade of scarlet.

“Babe! I was wondering when I’d see my favorite person again — ” Peter stopped mid-sentence, blinking a few times as you finally settled on the heels of your feet.

“What? Is everything okay?” you noticed his pause and began to worry.

The scent of you had just engulfed Peter and smacked him in the face. God, you smelt so good, his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head. Still, he grabbed you by the waist, shoving his face in your neck, sniffing everywhere, making you laugh.

“Peter!” you tried to pry his fingers off of you, but his grip was stronger.

“Is this a new perfume?” he practically moaned in your neck. You smelt to delightful to him, he could stay like that all day.

You were surprised he even noticed. It was something so subtle, not everyone noticed it.

“Yeah, it is. It’s by Juicy Couture. I wear their other perfumes a lot, but I just bought this one and I actually really — ” Peter cut off your sentence with a kiss. It wasn’t a very attractive kiss either. He bonked his teeth into yours, making the both of you giggle against one another.

“Wear it more often and I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” Peter mumbled, kissing the area where your jaw and neck met, deeply inhaling once more with a groan.

BTS as Kingsman (Seokjin)

Originally posted by allforbts

-Literally a whole dad. Like super supportive of new trainees and then always becomes a mentor to the newest member. Hes kinda good at judging people

-Its gotten to the point where whenever they have a new batch of trainess he can basically guess whos in and whos going to be out. AND HES NEVER WRONG

-Like ‘ that one is too confident i think he’ll be out when we toss him out of a plane and make him work with the others. Next’

-‘That one just busted DOWN A DOOR WITH HIS SHOULDER FUCK YEAH KID YOURE IN’ (good job lancelot!!)

-Codename: Galahad

-Jin really likes being more of a tech guy instead of being in the field.

-Like yeah i can hack into the any security system and delete anything theyve got or obtain top secret government files without being detected on their system but dont ask me to punch a guy in his throat

-Like i will if i HAVE TO but ask lancelot first he’ll punch anyones throat so leave me here

-So basically one day arthur is like ‘hey galahad we kinda need you to hack into the United States Governments files’ and jin just

-‘Okay sure’

-So jin gets to it and hes typing at the speed of light and there are a bunch of numbers and letters on the screen and jins just chilling because of course hes got this in the bag hes done this like a hundred times

-And he finally pushes enter (dramatically might i add) because that always gets him right in and he turns in his swivel chair and hes like ‘what do you need arthur’

-But arthur is like ‘umm bro’ and hes pointing at the computer and jin turns around and HIS EYES ALMOST POP OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS

-He! Has! Been! Detected! And! Blocked! Out! Of! The! Archives! And! Databases!

-How did this happen@@@@@@@

-Jin just kind of gets this determined look in his face and suddenly hes typing faster than before (if thats even possible)

-‘Galahad whats going on?’

-‘Something is keeping me out but that should be impossible because…because…well just because i know what im doing and they shouldnt be able to trace anything back to me and what is going on’

-Jin is like working overtime on his computer like how does he type that fast how is he even reading the things that come up on screen if they disappear in .2 seconds what is this

-‘Okay okay no need to panic its probably just like a firewall or something’

-Jin stops everything and glares at arthur

-‘Are you kidding me? You think of all things a measly firewall will stop me. This sint a firewall.Its not even some bot system either because its too slow. This is like human speed blocking.’

-Suddenly jins screen goes completely black.

-Both men are confused bc umm whats going on

-A loading bar appears at the top of the screen and suddenly some kind of I.M. window pops up.

-Jin tries to click the x in the top right corner to close the window but nothing happens.

-Instead in the bottom left corner there are three dots and the words

-‘Y/N’ is typing…’

-The message that pops up leaves jin red in the face

-‘Is someone being a bad boy?’

-Arthur is laughing because ‘did your computer really get some kind of freaky virus from waching porn’


-‘I really need you…’

-Jin frantically pushes the x but it still doesnt work


-Both arthur and galahad stop what theyre doing umm this is a little too real

-‘Are you going to respond?’

-‘I know youre reading these’

-‘I can see you right now’

-There is literally no way you can see them because theyre in hq which is a mansion in the middle of nowhere

-Another window pops up on the screen and its jin like in real time and he realizes its the image from the camera on his computer and oh my gosh someone is hacking into the hackers computer what the heck

-‘This is a warning. Don’t try to hack the government again because I will find you. Have fun.’

-The screen goes black again and when it light up lo and behold its on A PORN SITE lol arthur is dying in the background bc galahad just got out hacked.

-Jin is still shocked by the fact that someone was capable of doing this to him. Like there is someone out there that can really get into their system despite jin taking every precaution and making it nearly impossible to hack

-Jin shuts off his computer and just kinda flops onto the ground because what the heck


-Sure enough  jin still cant get into the database and the I.M. window pops up again

-‘I literally warned you’

-Jin kinda hesitates a little because should he respond or…

-‘How did you know it was the same person’

-‘I told you. I can see you’


-‘I dont hack and tell baby.’

-Jin is taken back?? Um baby? Hes no baby. Hes not your baby. Is he your baby?!?!?! Mom???????

-This goes on for like a while. Like jin tries to get into the files but hes always stopped by you and then you guys have  a lil conversation and jin starts trying to hack more often just becuase…

-He wants to talk to you a little bit?

-Like he genuinely begins to worry about himself because does he like someone thats preventing him from doing his job? Have you become a part of his daily routine? Can he separate himself from you?? Its like a criminal falling in love with a cop basically.

-You also let your guard down a little bit like he already knows your name and birthday and about your dog. You dont tell anyone about your dog. Bc hes yours. Your! Dog! But this guy trying to hack into the US government knows about him what have you done.

-You decide its time for a break from this whole hacker blocking thing so you tell your boss and he assigns someone else to this case.

-Yeah its a case.

-The gov. has been trying to figure out who is getting into their files and you were put in charge but clearly its proving more difficult than you thought bc you have grown attached and if he gets caughts then you wont be able to talk to him anymore

-Youve figured out for the most part where he is located but you havent reported it to your boss because…because you cant…

-So now theyve got someone else trying to figure out what you already know

-The day you decide to take your break jin also decided he wants to talk to you and there he goes trying to hack again. He pushes anter and waits for the screen to go black like it has for the last few weeks.

-But it doesnt??

-Hes suddenly in the governments files…?

-Jin is kind of of worried like umm where is Y/N and why didnt she stop me from doing this.

-So jin has no idea what to do now because for the next week he keeps getting into the files and its like you disappeared from the internet and all of a sudden he gets an idea

-Like hes got these government files so if you work for the government they must have some information on you right???

-He searches your first name and a few different people pop up then he narrows it down to one by looking at the birthday and there you are in all your glory.

A picture of you that makes jin’s heart skip a few beats followed by 

Name: L/N, F/N 

Age: 24

Department: Cybersecurity 

and right there…your address…

-Seokjin swallows hard before he scribbles the address down on a piece of paper.

-Hes out of his chair before he knows it and nobody has time to question him when he says hes going out into the field to gain some valuable information

-AND THATS HOW HE ENDS UP on an airplane to your location at 9 pm.

-One five hour flight and a one hour taxi drive later jin is standing outside what he assumes is your house at 3 in the morning

-He hesitantly knocks on the door and waits.

-You are woken up from your good night of sleep by a knock on the door and when you look at the time youre like umm who is here at 3 am and why, oh wait you think you know why

-You shuffle downstairs slowly

-You swallow hard and open the door. The person you see on the other side doesnt startle you bc oh my gosh this is the hacker man ive possible fallen in love with even though technically im supposed to be throwing him in jail oh my gosh

-And you deliberately let him find out your location in hopes that he’d show up but you didnt think he’d be here so soon

-Maybe this was a bad idea


-Your mind is nearly blank but somehow you manage to play it cool

-‘I wasn’t expecting you so soon’

-Jin is ??????? you were expecting him???

-‘I didnt think you’d let your guard down long enough that i would figure out your address.’ jin plays it off cool with a little smirk that makes you want to pounce on him

-‘Oh baby…its so cute you think you could have actually found me.’

-Jin raises an eyebrow in confusion

-‘Don’t try to fool yourself. I let you find me.’ the way your bottom lip juts out slightly is enough to make jin lose it

-he is impossibly entranced by you bc not only can you out hack him but you also outsmart him and out-hot(?) him and everything in between.

-He literally cannot hold himself back he just kinda goes for it like a full on dizzying, heated, passionate, swollen lips and flushed faces type of kiss.

-And that is how you managed to get yourself a kingsman boyfriend.

A/N: Sorry if this one is a little bad its just kind of what comes out of my mind. 

Once, when they were teenagers, Isabelle saw a handsome man holding a tiny puppy. 

She grabbed Alec’s arm and squealed, “oh my god, it’s like my ovaries are exploding.” 

Alec at the time had rolled his eyes and shook her off of him, largely because they were supposed to be tracking a demon but also because he didn’t get it. Sure, the man was handsome- but Alec isn’t really a dog person. 

Flash forward eight years and Alec thinks he finally understands what Isabelle was trying to say. The Shadowhunters needed something from Magnus so Alec took the mission (mostly because Magnus would probably say no if it was anyone else). Alec didn’t really text Magnus that he was coming over because he knew that the Warlock would be home today. Magnus mentioned something about needing to be at home for a few hours in the afternoon because he was doing a favor for a friend. 

So Alec was unprepared for the sight on the other side of the door. Magnus was shirtless (already too stunning for Alec to comprehend) and he had a one-year-old slung casually on his hip. She was beautiful, with dark rich skin and surprisingly (unnaturally) iridescent eyes- warlock child. She was gurgling happily in the older Warlock’s arms. 

“Alexander,” Magnus said happy and surprised, “to what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“I… I…. The institute….” Alec tried to get out, but his mind was entirely focused on shirtless Magnus holding a baby. 

Yeah- he definitely got what Isabelle was trying to say now. 

“Who… baby?” Alec tried helplessly again.

“Oh! This is Saanvi, a friend of mine asked me to watch her for a few hours today,” Magnus said before turning to the child in his arms, “and how could I say no to such a pretty face? Huh?” 

He said the last sentence in a silly baby voice and Saanvi squealed with delight and clumsily clapped her chubby hands together. 

Alec felt the honest to god temptation to put a hand on his chest and sigh. Then Magnus turned to Alec expectantly and he realizes he still hasn’t managed to tell the other man why he’s there. Instead of trying to form words again he steps close to Magnus and grabs him by the arm that isn’t holding the baby and kisses him gently. He tries his best not to imagine kissing Magnus like this with a child of their own in his arms. Tries not to imagine them as parents together, and coming home after a long day at the institute to a sight this beautiful.

Magnus sighs happily as they break apart, his eyes flutter open, “well, darling?” 

Alec shook his head to clear it of beautiful, hazy daydreams and opens his mouth to tell his boyfriend what he came for. 

But he couldn’t stop thinking of that beautiful sight the entire way back. 

My Knight in Swimming Trunks

My Knight in Swimming Trunks


summary: Steve Rogers x reader AU. You are enjoying a nice day on the beach, but when jellyfish try to ruin your day, a cute stranger steps in to rescue you ;)

word count: 858

warnings: fluff, fear of jellyfish? (tbh I’m terrified of them haha)

a/n: This is for @always-an-evans-addict writing challenge! The response to my first fic was so overwhelming, thank you! I actually thought no one was gonna read it. Also this is based on real events! Except it was my brother who saved me… but don’t we all wish Steve would rescue us from mean jellyfish?
You: Nat can you see the blue sky OMG
You: And the sunshine OMG
Nat: I am hungover. YOU CAN’T GET ME TO GO OUTSIDE.
You: You gonna make your best friend go to the beach by herself???
Nat: Yes.
You: You will regret this.
An hour later you are at the beach, sitting on your towel, enjoying the sunshine on your face.
It is a truly beautiful day. The sky is this stunning shade of blue, which you were pretty sure was what people ment when referring to ‘sky-blue’. The few clouds decorating the sky, look like straight out of a children’s book.
It is hot. You can almost physically feel the heat on your skin. Which is why you decide to go for a swim. You are craving the coolness of the water, the calmness of floating on the sea or gliding through the waves as if you were a part of them.

On your way to the water you do a few cartwheels and leaps, feeling like the little child  that you are on the inside. There aren’t many people on the beach anyway and you don’t particularly care who sees you.

Before stepping into the sea you just stand there letting the waves crash on your feet.
You wade through the ocean until you are waist deep in the cool liquid, then you start to swim.

You take a deep breath, close your eyes and dive under water. You dive until you can barely stand.

Relishing in the feeling of cold water against your skin, you let yourself float for a while.
Maybe coming alone was not so bad after all… You finally got some much needed ‘you-time’.

Thinking it might be time to get out of the water, you retreat from your floating position. That’s when your foot hits something… squishy and… gelatinous.

No. No. It can’t be. Please, no.
When you lower your gaze onto the water surrounding you, your apprehensions are confirmed.

There are jellyfish everywhere.

Pale white, spineless creatures with long venomous tentacles, out to get you.
Technically they are just floating around in the water minding their own business, but still.

They want to sting you. Burn you. Hurt you.

There’s no way you are getting out of the water now. Where is Nat when you need her? She would totally fight of these evil creatures sent from hell. You don’t know how, but you are certain she would.

“HELP!”, you scream, hoping for someone, anyone to hear you. To take pity on you and somehow get you out of here alive and well. Preferably without being stung.

Your lips tremble and you can feel the tears burning at the back of your eyes.

Don’t show fear. They can smell it.
The part of you that’s still thinking rationally is yelling at you that it is actually impossible to smell under water.

But you don’t care. Now tears are streaming down your face and you have trouble staying still.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here.”, a deep voice whispers into your ear.

Awesome, now you are starting to halucinate.

Strong arms wrap around your body and pull you up. “I got you.”, the stranger mumbles, straight into your ear.

You rest your head on his very firm chest, as he carries you out of the water.
Bridal style. If you weren’t already in full panic mode, you’d be freaking out for a whole different reason.
Once you’ve safely arrived on the beach, the stranger, your savior sets you down onto the sand.

That’s when you finally get a good look at him. And boy is he handsome.

Eyes blue, like the ocean he just carried you out of. You gaze trails down his body. Those abs, my god, never before in your life have you come this up close and personal with a pair of abs so defined. He has a freaking eight-pack. Is that even possible?

Maybe you are actually still in the water, passed out and hallucinating. That’s much more plausible than this beautiful man standing in front of you. Who is now coughing.

Oh no. You’re staring. You can feel you cheeks heating up, blushing deeply. You reach up, grabbing strand of hair and twirling it around your finger.

“I-” And that is when you see it. The long, light red streaks on his legs. “I am so sorry.”, you say, already on the verge of tears. Again.

He smiles. “It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt much at all.” And then he winks. You didn’t think you could blush more, but you do. “Anything for a beautiful lady like you.” You might actually faint. Is this guy real?

“Are you real?”, you blurt out, before you can stop yourself.

He laughs. Loudly. Even his laugh is attractive.
“Very real.” He extends his hand. “I am Steve, by the way.”

“My knight in… swimming trunks.”, you say, taking his hand.

Who would have guessed? Even his hand feels nice. So nice, you don’t actually want to let it go.

“Oh, I um I am Y/N.”

Nat was going to be so pissed.

a/n: this is so over dramatized haha. In reality it was more like “I’m kinda scared, can you carry me?” “Okay”. Also, not cheesy at all? Please leave some feedback!

Valentine’s Day Series

Gifs not mine

Warning: Little Fluff

Words: 3.0k


Your name: submit What is this?

Christopher Evans:

“Christopher ! I’m going to start the movie without you!” You yelled facing the tv screen, not bothering looking back at your boyfriend who was popping popcorn. “I swear Elsa isn’t the only one who’s going to be letting it go.” He said in a serious yet playful tone, you laughed as you turned to face your boyfriend who was wearing his Valentine day boxers that had hearts all over them, but you made these yourself so they were special the boxers read “Property of (Y/N)” all over them which made you smile. “What are you staring at?” Christopher said now sitting on the couch next to you “Oh nothing , just my favorite man.” You said laying your feet on his lap “Oh really your favorite man? I though Captain America was your "favorite man”.“ He said rolling his eyes laying his hand on your legs. Christoper never liked that you enjoyed watching Captain America at first because he felt that the only reason you liked him was because he played Captain America but there were so many more reasons that you enjoy Christopher Evans over any other man. "No, my favorite man, is Christopher Robert Evans. You should meet him, he’s handsome, kind, loving, silly, adorable, so dangerously attractive, a pure gentlemen, a Disney lover like myself, he has an AMAZING personality, oh and that smile god it makes me melt just looking at him but my favorite part of him has to be his butt.” You say kissing his cheek while he sighs “I feel like you love my butt more then you love me.” He said sighing going you the sad eyes.  "No way, I love-“ you stop yourself before the rest of the words come out of your mouth but it was already too late, Christopher snapped his head to look at you "You love what?” He asked now moving a bit closer to your face. “I didn’t mean to say that.” You say quickly turning your face away so you didn’t have to look in his eyes but he put his finger under your chin “(Y/N) say what you were going to say.” He was so close that his words hit your face softly “I … I … I love you Christopher…” you said looking into his eyes and there it was that smile that made you fall in love in the first place “I never thought you would say that (Y/N) damn I love you too, god it feels so good to hear you say that.” He said burying his hand in your hair while he pulled you into a deep passionate kiss. When you two broke apart to get air you both leaned your foreheads together smiling like fools who just struck god. “Now Kristoff, let me be your Anna.” You said laughing “I would be honored to take you as my Anna.” He said kissing you again before he pulled you into his arms and began the Disney movie marathon you were about to have “Truly, no other person would make me this happy.” He said kissing your forehead causing you to smile and blush. This was perfect , just the two of you happy and doing something you both love. “The greatest gifts are the ones shared with someone you love.” You say snuggling into his arms he grunted as a form of agreement , and you couldn’t be any happier.


SHIP: Reader x Jacksepticeye

ABOUT: Jack has been dating (y/n) for four years and it’s their first Christmas where they are together. It’s chaotic and top it all off, MatPat ( (y/n)’s brother), Nate, and Mark are there!

Jack was extremely nervous.

He everything to be perfect for (y/n)’s and his first Christmas.

He planned on asking (y/n) to marry him but he felt the pressure on him. So he called up the three people who knew (y/n) best (other then him) and asked them to come over.

Soon three people showed up to the house and they all sat eating pizza with Jack.

“Well, Does anyone know how I should propose?” Jack said “ Matt! You know her the best!”

MatPat sat up and said, “(y/n) and me always talked about how she wanted to get married. Still do to this day. She said she wants to be pranked when she gets engaged.”

The room went silent for a moment until Nate scream loudly into everyone’s ears and causing Mark to almost drop his pizza:



It was now the night of Christmas, Jack and (y/n) invited Steph, Matt, Mark, and Nate.

They sat at the dinner table all eating Turkey. Steph was talking with (y/n) about the YouTube algorithm theory that Matt and her made.

“So, Jack. Do you see a future with (y/n)?” Matt said.

“Of course I do. (Y/n) is the one for me!” Jack said.

“Mhm. Well, Jack I do respect you as a YouTuber and a person but I don’t think you are right for my sibling” Matt said.

“Matthew” (y/n) replied with a ‘drop the subject’ tone of voice.

“Who are you to judge our relationship, Matt?” Jack said.

“Well I am (y/n)’s brother and I only want the best for them” Matt said.

Jack stood up very angered and looked at Matthew with anger spilling from his eyes.

“Shut up.” Jack said.

“Make me, Sean” Matt said.

Jack then grabbed Matt’s shirt.

“Get off me…” Matt said.

“No.” Jack said.

“Then be a real man” Matt said, “Do it”

At that moment Matt smirked and handed Jack the ring while (y/n) wasn’t looking.

Mark grabbed Jack and held him back, Steph grabbed Matt and Nate looked really confused.

“Jack… What’s this all about?! Why are the two of you gonna fight.” (Y/n) said.

“(Y/n)” Jack said while sliding Mark’s hand off his shoulder.


“(Y/n) (y/m/n) Patrick. Four years ago, on date of October 29th, I met the most beautiful/handsome/perfect person I could see with my god damn eyes.” Jack said


“Well. Matt told me that you wanted to be pranked when you someone asked you to marry them…”

“Oh my god” (y/n) said as Jack got down on one knee

“(Y/n) will you marry me?” Jack asked

“Yes!” (Y/n) said.

“That was one chaotic Christmas” Steph whispered to Matt.

A few notches ~ A Markiplier Ego Fanfic

This is an idea that has sprung to mind from a certain person remarking on how they liked seeing Google being taken down a few notches….so I decided it should be someone elses turn 😝 This is especially for you my number 1 sweetpea LET’S DO IT!

‘Y'know it’s difficult being the most handsome and the most talented man in the world, but I manage….’

Wilford fucking Warfstache, god he could be infuriatingly egotistical. Don’t get him wrong, Bim was such good friends with him and Wilford was always capable of being a kind and understanding friend. But only when he wasn’t being a tit.

‘Wilford….you realise that there are other attractive people in the world right?’

Wilford scoffed as he glanced into one of the mirrors on his on-set make-up desk, he smirked and twirled his moustache with a finger.

'You know, your sense of humour really is getting better Bim….’

Bim sighed as Wilford turned to him, arms folded across his chest as his eyes glittered amusedly.

'So who are these people you say are more attractive than moi? Matthias per chance?’

Wilford chuckled as Bim flushed heavily and glared at him gently, he was really pushing it today. Normally Bim could cope quite well with Wilford’s….Wilford-ness but as of right now, said man’s smug demeanour was really beginning to try Bim’s patience. He turned away from him and started to make his way out of the otherwise empty studio, Bim needed a goddamn cup of tea.

'Awww what’s wrong Bimmy? I thought ya liked Matthias, or did I catch a lil nerve there?’

Bim stopped in his tracks as Wilford cackled pridefully, the moustached man turned back to the make-up dresser so he could continue to preen himself. Bim turned around and fixed him in his sights, he hesitated and pursed his lips in thought. Maybe he could still walk away and just calm down….wait…

Oh no he didn’t.

Wilford had just smirked and blown him an exaggerated kiss using the mirror reflection. Bim gritted his teeth and bolted towards him.


Wilford’s eyes widened as Bim’s body barrelled into him and sent them both sprawling to the floor, Bim’s eyes narrowed with his determined vigour as he wrestled with Wilford’s arms.


Wilford exclaimed with an aghast grin as Bim suddenly situated himself on top of his thighs, his wrists caught in his surprisingly firm grasp. Bim was panting slightly as loose tendrils of his fringe flicked over his eyes, he looked down at Wilford sternly.

'I am usually tolerant with you Wilford, but you just had to push it didn’t you?’

Wilford raised an eyebrow, because the poor man was currently unaware of how immensely vulnerable he was. Poor thing, he had no idea what Bim had in store for him.

'Oh…is it because I talked about your true lo-I mean Matthias? Have you and he spoken recently?’

Bim bristled as Wilford snickered amusedly, relishing in the control that he thought he still possessed. Bim cocked his head at the prideful man.

'You think you’re so funny don’t you?’

Wilford shrugged nochalantly.

'It falls among my many other talents, yes.’

Bim’s lips stretched into a gentle sneer, which unwittingly sent a chill down Wilford’s spine as his eyes flicked over his captor’s expression. Bim spoke coolly and calmly as he slowly shifted Wilford’s wrists so that each one was pinned by one of his knees.

'Do you want to know what I think Wilford?’

Wilford gulped as he tugged a little at his arms, a jitter bounced in his tumny when he realised that he was trapped. Completely and utterly trapped….with no hope of escape.


Bim grinned lightly at Wilford’s quiet tone as he rolled up the sleeves of his jacket and shirt, he let his steepled hands rest on Wilford’s tummy as he replied.

'I think it’s about time someone put you in your place, bringing you back down to earth is…in my opinion, long overdue.’

Bim’s clear excitement at this opportunity made Wilford shiver lightly, but despite him being intimidated he couldn’t stop the snarky retort shooting from his lips.

'And you think you’re the guy to do tha-t?’

As Wilford realised what he’d said, his vocal chords quivered and made his words trail off. Bim only looked down at him, eyes shining with glee.


Wilford jerked and burst into desperate giggles as Bim’s fingers unsteepled themselves in order to scratch at his sides.

'AHA! Nonononohohoho stahahap ihihit!’

Bim dropped his intimidating façade as he let his fingers dance and drive Wilford into gentle mirth.

'I’d have thought that someone this ticklish would be more careful when it came to antagonising people….’

Wilford squeaked and tried tugging at his arms, but that was no use. No use whatsoever. Bim’s fingertips sent jolts through his torso, fizzling up through him and making his giggles bubble and his cheeks grow pinker.

'Bihihim plehehehease!!’

Bim raised his eyebrows with a joyful giggle as he worked his fingers up to his ribs, Wilford yelped and cackled heavily; jumping as Bim’s exploited the spaces between the bones.

'Wow, politeness already? I’m impressed….’

Wilford howled as Bim pinched his ribs sporadically, the uncertainty was almost as bad as the tickling itself.


'But it’s not good enough I’m afraid!’

Bim decided to ram his hands into Wilford’s underarms, smirking widely at the loud squeal he drew out from his victim.


Bim snickered and leant furthur over Wilford so he could taunt him beautifully.

'Look how ticklish you are! It’s actually kind of adorable.’

Wilford blushed furiously as Bim’s teasing face loomed over him as he tormented his underarms.


Bim hummed in thought as Wilford looked up at him imploringly, his grin was wide and his eyes were glistening with soon to arrive tears. So Bim withdrew his wiggling tools of torture, only to start trailing them over Wilford’s belly.

'Alright, I’ll have a bit of fun with this ticklish tummy then!’

Wilford could only avert his gaze as he fell back into bubbly giggle fits, Bim’s fingers were as torturously soft as feather tips as they traced every inch of his belly.

'Bihihihim ihihihi’m sahahaharry!!’

Bim smirked as he untucked Wilford’s shirt so he could flutter and skitter over the bare skin, loving how Wilford gasped and jumped at the light touches.

'It’s still not good enough I’m afraid! Tickle tickle Wilfy!’

Wilford snorted when Bim started poking his belly button rapidly, tossing vainly as Bim enjoyed the show beneath him.

'Dohohohon’t tehehehease!’

Wilford cried out as Bim giggled above him.

'Awww, can’t you take my teases? Aren’t you just. so. cute!’

He punctured each word with harsh pokes to Wilford’s navel as the owner blushed and bucked, he was very nearly in hysterics.


Bim snickered as he traced little circles over Wilford’s belly, his blunt nails working very effectively. Bim smirked as he walked his fingers downwards, closer and closer to their destination…Wilford’s hips. The poor man didn’t even have time to protest before Bim’s thumbs started vibrating over the protruding bones.

'Coochie coo! I bet you regret being a little shit now don’t you?’

Wilford screamed and bucked heavily as shockwaves shot through his number one bundle of nerves, he nodded his head rapidly as he squeezed his eyes shut.


Bim hummed as he scratched in the bowels of his hips ruthlessly, Wilford was screeching now and he could focus on nothing else. Bim’s ticklish torment was all he could register, he didn’t even know if he was breathing.

'Are you suuure?’

Wilford howled and wailed like an animal as his begging burst forth like a cascading dam.


Bim smiled with gentle satisfaction as he removed his hands, Wilford gasped and panted shakily. He shivered as the much needed air filled his lungs, which meant he almost jumped when Bim lightly cleared his throat.

'A-are um….are you okay?’

Wilford noted how Bim’s lips twisted in nervous anticipation, he grinned gently with an air of reassurance.

'Of course I am I mean…I am Wilford Warfstache-’

'Oh come on!’

Wilford giggled and spoke hurriedly amidst Bim’s exasperation.

'I’m sohorry I’m sorry!’

Wilford grinned as Bim sighed and fiddled with the edges of his spectacles, Bim gave him another small smile as he lifted his knees up and Wilford brought his limbs close to him; Bim shuffled off him so he could sit up.

'Bim, I am sorry. I know I can be….self-centred and uh….I’m sorry it’s annoying a lot of the time.’

Bim smiled with slight bashfulness as Wilford laughed a little, Bim leant forward to place his hand on Wilford’s shoulder.

'I don’t really mind that much. It’s uh, it’s always better to overly love yourself rather than….well, the opposite.’

Wilford blinked a few times as Bim trailed off and looked to the side absently, Wilford patted his arm to draw him back to reality.

'You wanna go somewhere more comfy?’

Bim cast his eyes to the hard floor on which they were sat and nodded with a gentle giggle, Wilford smirked and jumped to his feet. He wasted no time in grabbing Bim’s forearms and hauling him to his feet while Bim stammered and tried to keep his balance. But Wilford made sure he stayed steady. That’s all people really need isn’t it? You don’t need to change who you are, you just need someone there who’ll keep you balanced….and keep you safe.

WELP THAT WAS FUN TO WRITE tell me if you enjoyed and I uh…look forward to your feedback, luv yous xx 😄😄


wip shots! over all id say this took about… twelve hours maybe? i did the sketch a week ago and then ignored it because i had no idea how i was going to do zas bc i was like. shit. spot already looks halfway between tommy and zas FUCK but i just… went ham on his gorgeous chiselled beautiful face god zas is the most handsome person and that worked out. usually i do all the colouring and THEN colour the lineart but i was really putting off colouring the others bc then id have to look up my refs again

anyway i noticed a lot of neat little costume details!!!! such as:

- all of them have blue featured in their suspenders except spot and hot shot/myron also have other blue in their outfits (man the costume designers rlly thought that shit out)

- you can see that the shirt barts wearing used to have sleeves but they were cut off, which is why hes True Brooklyn and i love him

- they gave zas the actual spot costume w the gold trim which i think was a lovely little nod of respect to him considering he played a fantastic spot! (i already knew that bc i Stan the spot costume w gold trim but it was still nice to see)

this was super fun to do bc i…god i love brooklyn. also andrew wilson (bart) replied on twitter with this (isnt it the cutest thing ever???? it made me so happy)

i dont usually talk about my art this much but i had a really good time working on this and i learned SO MUCH from the process! especially from fucking around with the colours and lighting at the end that was so fun. and i wanted to share that process because you guys are the ones who inspire and encourage me :) ive read through every single lovely tag and comment thats been left on this and im so emotional haha i cant thank everyone enough! 

Some artwork for @aftertouchs! I’ve been smitten with their character Cyros for a couple of years. So suave, handsome, charming and of course Godly! I’ve been fortunate to RP with them on and off and have become very well aquainted with him through my own character Frank Wolfram. (I recieved some recent art of him here!)

Seriously you guys this wonderful person needs more love and attention - they deserve it!!!