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Hear The Sounds [S]

pairings/characters: myg x reader

genre: smut (with littlle to no context)

word count: around 3.4k?

summary: a little teasing can go a long way, especially if Yoongi can’t control himself out in the open. 


Warning: ummm very public sex, explicit descriptions, and images, slight degrading

Originally posted by meandmyopinionss


You thought to yourself, the feeling of his fingers so lewdly close to your core already sending shrills up your spine. It was a bad idea, sure, but you’d never expect him to go this far.

Fuck if anything you were in public, surrounded by thousands of people, right next to you. If anyone wasn’t too dazed by the loud music and flashing lights, they sure as hell would’ve noticed the very overt act that the both of you displayed to the whole lot.

It all started as a joke, what was supposed to be a chill night out with your overly exerted boyfriend turned into something so utterly scandalous that even the raging beats of the drummer up front couldn’t distract you from the way his breath hit the now heated skin of your neck.

“Baby girl you know you shouldn’t have.”

Hell you did, you knew it very well. The very moment you let your hand trail his jaw a second too long, you knew you were in for something tonight.

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“BATMAN IS NEVER JEALOUS” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

#5. “Who the fuck is this guy!? “My brother….” “Sure! Sure he is!”

Here we go for jealous Bruce Wayne, because that’s what this prompt inspired me to write. Boom, hope you’ll like it I’m a bit unsure about this one, feedbacks are welcome : 

(My masterlist :


Damian was a bit confused. Usually, on patrol, they would like…do things. Catch criminals. Stop bank robberies. Save widows and orphans.

Yes, Damian was utterly confused as to why tonight, his father and him were following…his mom. Not Talia. You. He never considered Talia his mother, he came to that realization the first time you made him hot cocoa and cookies after he had a rough day, and just…talked to him. Asked him how he was feeling. Just genuinely cared for him, something Talia Al’Ghul never did. 

She was his mother, but you were his mommy. 

And so, tonight, as he was jumping from a building to another, following you threw the dark street of Gotham, he wasn’t really sure what was going on. 

Oh my God…Were you a criminal ? Was he going to loose you because his father was going to put you behind bars ? But he loves you ! How could he ? 

If it came to that, Damian decided that he would fight his dad, giving you enough time to escape. Yes. He would save you. There was no way he was letting his mommy go in prison, no matter what she did…

His father was talking to Dick about something happening in North Gotham. He then proceeded to call Tim to ask him to go to the docks join Jason because some big drug deal was going on…And once again, Damian wondered why they were tracking you instead of taking care of the real issues. 

He looked down in the street, you were at a small cafe, ordering a huge cup of coffee, that he knew was probably the blackest beverage ever. You liked it that way. But that’s it. You were getting coffee. Sure it was 10:30 pm but like, you couldn’t always just stay at the Manor right ? You’d be bored ! 

Besides, you were a writer, you often came to get coffee at night with your notebook, you always said it brought you lots of inspiration (he loved your stories, and was your number one beta reader). 

It wasn’t an unusual thing for you to be out, getting coffee (even if Gotham was dangerous at night, you knew how to defend yourself thanks to your Husband’s training, and besides, one of your sons kinda always had an eye on you anyway…just to be sure), so again, why were they here ? Why weren’t they on the docks, with Tim and Jason, to fight some real criminals ? 

Bruce refused to let Damian patrol alone so far, which is why he was with him, but usually, he’d explain what was going on you know ? Not able to contain himself anymore, Damian asked : 

-Father…why are we spying on mom ? 

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okay but can you imagine Eskild, Noora and Linn coming over and Isak is all “you guys want tea? I will make you tea” but this time he is determined to do it right

so he gets the cups, fills them all with water and then he’s like “How the hell does Even get the water hot” 

so he like gets a hair dryer and then starts just blowing hot air over the cups and this is the moment when Even gets home, walks in on this disaster and is just like

“Isak what are you doing?” 

and Isak’s just standing there with a fucking hair dryer and is like….”making tea?” 

and Even is trying really damn hard not to laugh at his baby…he just shakes his head, while grinning, walks up to the cups, takes one and just pops it into the microwave. 

Isak just stands there watching and is like “ohhhhh” 

and now every time they have people over who want tea Even just puts a hand on Isak’s who is about to get up, and just silently shakes his head at him while saying

“i’ll take care of the tea” 


anonymous asked:

So to escape being called a pedo you use American laws and definitions? Use the actual Russian ones you dipshit. Your whole damn otp would have Otabek in fucking prison for a few years all for the sake of your creepy fujoshi needs. 'well America says it's this despite the fact that we're dealing with Russian laws so the people who voted Trump must be right!'. Fucking morons the lot of you.

First of all….what the hell.

How the fuck is Trump related to any of this. Holy heck. I didn’t even vote for Trump so this is just unappealing to me….

You antis will do anything to embarrass yourselves and it doesn’t make any sense..

Also, I’m not “escaping” being called a pedo first of all. If we ship things in the US, we go by our laws. Because we live in the US and create fanfictions in the US. Therefore, we have to go by our laws because we are IN the USA. Got it?

So if you want the Russian pov of pedophilia, Yurio would have to be 14 and under for it to be a crime. People in Russia get castrated for performing sex crimes with minors (14 and younger. So this wouldn’t be a pedophilia act because Yurio is 15/16.

And my “creepy fujoshi needs”? What the hell. All i see is a healthy relationship that crosses no illegal laws whatsoever. All I see is you whiny antis that just want to hate because you have nothing better to do.

So there you go. You are wrong yet agains and I am honestly so tired of you uneducated antis. You are the literal embarrassment of the fandom.

Please get education. Thank you. Have a lovely otayuri day.

Trashy child, trashy mom, trashy yard!

Okay so buckle up as I unwind a marvelous tale of revenge, lust, betrayal and MURDER! Okay, maybe just some petty revenge. On mobile.

Now look here. I live in a nice residential neighborhood. We are the only college students in a sea of families. Because of this I make a point to be respectful to these families. No raging parties, just the occasional bonfire. Not midnight screaming match with the boyf. No loud sex noises. All in all, best college neighbors ever.

However, there is the one woman who is always just a jerk. About once a calender season, her and her boyfriend have screaming matches in the street between 2-4am. And I don’t mean they fight for 2 hours straight and I could walk out and yell at them. I am the kind of person who would do that. Instead they fight, usually about her cheating??? Then walk a few blocks down, I fall asleep then they come back just as I drift off. But you know what, I don’t know her life. I let it slide.

But this dickfuzz of a woman also has a child. She yells at him a lot but never at night. Again not my problem. Until yesterday. Little heathen is prancing around my yard picking dandelions. Cool little man, do you. But no, I forgot this SOB is a the hell spawn that even Satan didn’t want to own up to making. Out of nowhere kicks the full trash can awaiting pick up into my yard.

This is not a bump oh noooo situation. Little beast flat round house kicked it sent everything flying. I was in clear view on the porch at this point enjoying an after dinner coffee and I rightfully contain any swearing. Instead I say, “what are you doing? Pick that up!”

Not even a sorry as the kid dashes away to his house. I get up to cross the street to knock on his door and Noone answers. I know his mother is home, her car is there and TV was on. But hey, maybe not. I’m not breaking down the door to find out. I pick up my trash and toss it back into the can and continue on with my night.

Little did I know, the boyf threw out the cat food my cat didn’t like. I was unaware it still had food in it, which then scattered into my yard. Cue me waking up the next morning getting ready to rush to class when BAM trash EVERYWHERE!!! Just as the garbage men drive by with a apologetic look.

As I look sadly at the scattered dreams,  a neighbor sitting on her porch calls out. Said she thought she had heard raccoons last night then a bang. This is very likely since there was a trail of cat food leading up to a treasure trove of raccoon snacks. Well, time to skip class to clean up since I’m being watched.

Now my boy and I cook a lot. We always throw out our left overs from the week on garbage night. Last night when I cleaned it up it was still a bit cold. But now, it has been baking in the unseasonably warm can and has festered. Nasty gross uck. Plus it has to go back behind my house until next week. Suddenly the kids mother appears and starts outright whining about how college kids are so inconsiderate, never take care of their yards, litter, ect.

Okay. Losing patience, but maybe she didn’t know. I calmly explain what happened yesterday and how it most likely factored into the events of the morning. (Never had raccoon problems ever) I didn’t even solely blame her kid, even though it only happened because of Deathwing  Jr.

She just goes on a tiraide about how it couldn’t be her flame imp of a child. How my yard always looked like this and I was just trying to blame it on her kid. (Like really? I’ve always had bacon fat crusted boxes hanging out in my yard?) And how she’s glad someone finally made me pick it up but if I don’t stop involving her child she would report me to the HOA. (Uh, we don’t have one? ) She proceeded to complain as crossed the street while unfortunately not being hit by a car.

Alright. Long fuse, big bomb. I silently pick up the rest of the crap and ignore the neighbors comments about what a horrid woman she was. Instead I begin plotting.

You see the trench swan has a baby. And I see her take out the trash at least once a night, with what I am assume are stink bombs of diapers. As soon as night falls I enact my plan. I grab a handful of cat TREATS! Racoon go bonkers for them. And make a small invisible trail to her trash can in the alley. I even prop open the lid with a stick. I’m barely out of sight when I see the first set of reflective eyes.

This morning I was woken up much happier at 7am to her screaming about all raccoons needing to be shot. (Hey now, they’re just trying to eat.) Take a peak and they had not only thrown the dirty diapers and other trash all over the alley but also dragged it all over the right side of her front yard. Took her 2 hours to clean up after the hour of complaining while standing in dirty diaper scent range hoping a neighbor would help her. Eventually made the kid come out to help, (why is he not in school, like it’s a freaking Thursday) now he knew, but there isnt a damn thing he can do about it. Just gave me the evil eye while i sat on the porch. That was a good cup of coffee.

I will continue to do this every few nights until the next trash day. So maybe a solid more times. Plus, raccoons get a nice snack. I just hope I remember to bring snacks next time.

TLDR; Brat knocked over my trash can, I cleaned up but raccoons knocked it over again due to his roundhouse kick. Mom then complained about the trash in my yard as I was cleaning it up. Baited their diaper filled trash for prime racoon attack. It worked. Diapers everywhere. Got to watch them clean up.

Note: if they put out traps I will cancel the plan and disable the traps. No need for our furry scavengers to get hurt.

UPDATE TIME: Tried to do it again last night. Wanted to scope out the area. Diner squall is sitting on the porch in the dark muttering in the dark to her boyfriend? I haven’t seen them throw out any trash yet. No sign of raccoons either. Will update when I see them throw out something and reenact the plan.

LAST UPDATE: So I’m too busy to maintain this thread or my revenge. My petty fire has died. Saw her throw out a diaper genie bag last night. (Ew) called on the coons one last time. Was messy as hell when I went to bed at 1 last night. Cleaned up the morning. For good measure when I saw her come home today after my classes she looked dead tired. I am amused. Goodbye!

What noora wants to talk about

Theory 1: she is back with willhell (i’ll cut a bitch @ julie andem don’t you fucking dare)

Theory 2: she is dating yousef ( is2g julie if you this then i’ll quit like i’m deleting yall)

Theory 3: after the kiss she realised she might like yousef and she wants advice from sana (if we go down this hell of a storyline at least do this)

Theory 4: she realised that she is a lesbian (best theory, like @ julie give me season 1!noora back she was biggest lesbian)

Theory 5: she realised something off with sana so just wants to talk to her ( like i don’t trust julie enough for this to happen)

anonymous asked:

tfw a customer asks about something except they call it by some name that's not what it's actually called/some regional term that nobody around you uses and then act like you're stupid when you don't know what the hell they're talking about

Can you tell me where the pop is?

I’m sorry what are you looking for?

POP! Where is your pop!

What do you want me to pop? Huh?

You see we call it soda here in the south. LOL


anonymous asked:

I think Aaron's an idiot and a fool for forgiving Robert so fast but then Aaron is weak and he always needs someone to hold his hand Robert will fuck up again and hurt Aaron and you as an Aaron Stan should want Aaron to leave Robert. You robron fans are pathetic and you shouldn't call yourself an Aaron Stan when you want Aaron to be with Robert it's not healthy ughhh

Come again? So you never made a mistake you regreted like hell and wanted the other person just to forgive you, to give you another chance or you never forgave someone for doing something stupid coz you love them so fucking much. Since when is forgiveness a weakness. It’s more the way round its being brave and strong and kind, its being able to  be the bigger person, to try to make things right, to help the other person to be better, its about loving someone. I am sorry if you’ve never been forgiven or if you couldn’t forgive someone I am really sorry that makes me sad for you. You know why Aaron could forgive Robert (or is trying to) coz he changed, he’s stronger now, he tries to think before he uses his hands or lashes out and mostly coz Aaron Dingle is a better person than you, than me, than all of us. I have so much respect for him, what he went through, its amazing that that he still has so much love that he still cares so much about people. Thats why he’s better than us and nothing an no one compares to him. Idc what you think about me shipping Robron and being an Aaron stan and I wont explain myself to you coming into my askbox cleary with the intention to upset me but you can forget it it took me a while to get back to my happy place on here and you wont take that away from me now. I love Aaron with every fibre of my being and I love Robron and I really dont fucking care what you think of that. So have nice day, goodbye.

melancholycupofcoffee  asked:

I write. Well, I'm 16. I want to be a writer. But no one believes that I can be. People say that my writing is 'too dark' or 'too deep' or 'too depressing'. But I don't want to write about rainbows and unicorns shitting glitter. I want to write about what's in my heart. Because that's what writing is, what is in your heart; not your head. What do I do? I love your work, and you inspire me. But I could really use some help. Writing is my only peace in my chaotic hell you'd call life.

That’s exactly what people would tell me. They’d tell me my writing was good but way too dark and depressing. Write whatever you want to express. No one should ever stop you from expressing yourself. Keep creating. -Vivid Vega

Anon requested Hacker! Woozi reacting to meeting the reader while working on his job. I was so inspired! Possibly willing to write more of this style of thing, so send request if you want!

Jihoon glares at the pixels on his screen, crackling voices coming to him through the ear piece that he has popped halfway out of his ear so that he can hear the soft music playing in the background.

He thought there was no way this mission could go wrong. But now…

Well, even with his expert hacking work on the near impenetrable computer system of the house the team has just infiltrated, and even with the flawless plan the constructed in advance, they might not be able to get this right and extract what they want in time.

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Archer Prompt Request

This was requested by anon! I hope you all enjoy!

Prompt: “What the hell were you thinking?!”

Word Count: 194

Warnings: none

(gif belongs to trekmystars)

“Captain, I know what you’re going to-.”  You were trying to get a word in with Archer before he had time to scold you, but Archer wasn’t having any of it.

“I don’t want to hear it [Y/N]!  What the hell were you thinking?!”  Archer’s voice boomed off of the walls.  “Do you realize what could have happened?  I told you to stay in the shuttlepod.”

“If I didn’t leave the shuttlepod, you’d be dead Jon,” you argued, approaching the captain.  You were never this bold, but what you said was true.  “If I stayed in the shuttlepod, they would have killed you right then and there.”  You paused, taking a breath and stepping away from Archer.  “Then I would have stayed there for days, wondering if you’d come back.”   Tears pooled in your eyes and you wiped them away in a huff of frustration.

Archer’s expression softened as he reached for your hand.  “You’re right,” Jonathan admitted reluctantly.  “But an order is an order.  Next time I expect you to follow it.”

“Next time I expect you to be cautious,” you teased, half of a smile finding its way onto your lips.

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Help me out, if you can. I need an Android app that lets me record a message AND use that recording as an alarm.

So, for example, when 8 p.m. hits and it’s time for Sebastian to brush his teeth, I want the app to tell him to do so. I’m tired of being on his case. I’m tired of him not remembering what the hell is expected of him after years of repetition. He’s tired of 90% of our interactions being me telling him to do something. We’ve reached a point where I’m constantly irritated and he’s constantly anxious. He’s ten. I get that he’ll forget things, but I don’t appreciate that he does not hold himself accountable for any of his tasks. We’re at a point, he’s at a point, where he should have a fair amount of stuff down pat. I think a good first step in repairing some tension is if I am not the one doing the reminding. He places a ton more appreciation and attention on electronics than on me, and while I would love to strangle him for that, I’m hoping instead to use it to our advantage.

We can work on actual personal accountability later. Again. Because apparently five years of work on that very front means absolutely nothing.

anonymous asked:

It's been a hell of week with counselling and working in this damn hot weather. Any chance of a short fic or some quotes where the dark boys take care of a reader that's exhausted please? Nsfw is optional

“Here let me make you tea and we can start a nice fire and get a blanket and watch a movie. It’s all okay now.”

“Do you want candy? Do you need sleep? What do you need, tell me and I’ll do it!”

“Relax now, darling, let me massage your back and you can tell me all about it.”

“Processing human exhaustion, best remedies include: soothing drinks, comfort food, sleep, sex, or a shower. Would you like me to initiate any of these?”




We as a community love you and support you no matter what as we have shown with how we responded to your recent late night vlog.


You said in your ONI livestream that you wanted someone to compile a list of some of the games people wanted you to play.


I started it back in January of 2016. It has over 6 pages of various games. SIX PAGES!

And I realize that you get thousands of messages. Emails and posts just thrown at you. But I still try..

I have made a Google Doc. Shared with your gmail (both markiplier and markipliergame) and I would post the link here but honestly… I put some more personal stuff on there… ANYWHo 


-Go to your google drive

-Get to the search bar

-Look up “Markiplier Master Game Suggestions List”

-Click it 



I do try to add more games when I can and some games are kinda old but still.

If you do see this, please give me some kind of signal?? Write on the doc, send me an ask, anything.



Papa crying after the match against Monaco. Idk why exactly he’s crying (bc of the defeat or bc of the whole circumstance). But I want to take this opportunity to say, FUCK YOU UEFA! YOU GUYS ARE NOTHING LESS THAN THOSE INHUMAN AND COWARDS WHO DID THIS TO MY TEAM! 

Among the Crowd (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Soulmates’ worlds go from black and white to colors when they are in the same room for the first time. Bucky is a famous actor in the middle of a convention, trying to find his soulmate, you.

Word Count: 2,232

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean W. fic and I hope you all like it :D 

Originally posted by v-writings

Bucky took a swig of water, tightening the cap on the bottle before setting it to the side. His meet-and-greet was about to start. He could hear the bustling of the crowd right outside the door and took a deep breath. Alongside him was Clint, a co-star.

“You doing okay, buddy?” asked Clint, eyes concerned as he placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

After a few minutes, Nat Romanoff and Sam Wilson took their seats next to each other and the writer of the show, Bucky’s oldest friend, Steve Rogers, emerged from behind the black curtain that had been put up behind the actors.

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heartbreak chronicles {2} | M


Contains: smut, sexting {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 5,764

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: Can you believe that I managed to come up with a quick update? Me neither.

Monotone, drowning in tedium — that was how your first Monday class begun. Somewhere deep inside your mind, you could hear your teacher going on about an empty subject, filling the air inside the classroom with disconex sentences and incomprehensible claims; your own perception far beyond the yellowed walls of that room. Perhaps, sitting on the last row was not helping your lack of focus; but, much to your personal bliss, Jennie was right next to you, taking the notes you would make sure to use later.

In all honesty, your mind was in the same location as before: the party. Equivalent to what unfolded during the weekend, the story repeated itself amidst your tired daydreams; dragging your consciousness towards the bubbling, divergent feelings inside your chest. Unlike what you first expected, the anguish and guilt of your acts did not last longer than the ride back to your dorm, instead morphing into a sense of curiosity. After all, there were so many details that you waited to be presented with — the second step, the collateral damage it would have on your friendship and, more than anything, Jimin’s reaction.

You just did not expect it would come that instant.

The cloudy preoccupations of your chaotic thoughts dissipated as a light buzz sounded below you, your phone lighting up with a new notification. With a frown, you stared down at the illuminated screen, eyes falling to the white text.

The second you read it, your heart skipped a beat.

[10:22] Jimin: we need to talk

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If there’s a battle you think you’re destined to lose and you choose not to fight it ‘cause after all what would be the point, then that’s exactly the kind you need to fight. You have to fight it and you have to win it.
—  Unfought battles, Shikha Singh