everything in there is just stunning

anonymous asked:

What did you think about LJG? I absolutely loved the way David Berry played him: managed to make LJG look like a very respectable officer at most times when alone, yet a bit naive too (he's supposed to be young, 20 something I think) and most of all, completely stunned and amazed when with Jamie. Very impressed with him! Just missed the part when he discovers the tartan bit and has to punish Jamie but guess we can't have everything...

I’m on #teamLJG from the books so I was very excited for this episode. David did a wonderful job. He’s not the LJG that I see when I read the books, but he was great. Little things that he did, like his expression when Jamie mentions the wine the partridge was cooked in were amazing. He made him seem young and like someone who had lived a life of privilege. I’m fine that they didn’t include the flogging, since I feel like that just destroys John. At that point he loves Jamie and wants to protect him, but there’s nothing he can do. I’m looking forward to seeing his interactions with John at Hellwater since they have a very different relationship there. More LJG please!

Have you ever met someone who you can’t get tired of seeing everyday?” she asked. “Someone who makes your heart smile and puts a sweet shiver to your spine. Someone who can sit with you all day even if you talk about nonsense things. Have you ever known someone who never asked for you to change yourself? Someone who accepts you just the way you are. Someone who never wants you to lose yourself just by loving them. Someone who treats you in the best possible way without expecting too much from you.” she paused and thought of that someone she’s been talking about. It all comes to her mind. The way he genuinely smiles as if there are millions of fireflies that suddenly showed up at the night sky. The way he looks at her as if she is the most stunning person in the universe. Her heart seems to love everything she feels. And for that, she is grateful to know a person like him. She smiled and continued, “Haven’t you met someone you thought—will never exists in this world? Someone you thought you will never meet. Because I have met someone who I thought will only appear in my dreams.
—  ma.c.a // I want to describe you longer than this
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It Ain’t Me: Part 8

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4K

Genre: Angst

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“Jungkook!”


His head snapped up at the shrill voice of his girlfriend who, when he looked at her, was looking at him with fear covering each centimeter of her face. He sighed and rubbed his temple, still having trouble registering your unforeseen fainting possibly because of his words, and Yoongi’s harsh words calling out his absolutely immature and hurtful behavior. 

Seeing how Seulgi was sweating profusely with her brows coming together in fearful anticipation, she was probably worried about you as well. Of course, he had to explain it to her. 


“Seulgi, ___ faint- “


“It’s false!” She interrupted him before he could complete his sentence. She gripped him by the sides manically, further stunning him silence. “She is lying. Whatever she told you is false! I swear those pictures are tr- “


“Seulgi!” Jungkook raised his tone to get her attention. She quieted down, looking at him with wide eyes.


“She didn’t say anything.” He said. “I think she fell sick so Yoongi hyung took her home.” 


Her expression metamorphosed into relief almost instantly at his words. Repeating Jungkook’s gesture, she ran her hand through her hair and rubbed her temple. She looked up at Jungkook with tired eyes as though she had just been through the worst storm and survived. 


“I-I’m sorry, Jungkook.” She wrapped up her hands around Jungkook, resting her head on his chest. “I just…I thought she was trying to pit you against me.” 


When Jungkook didn’t respond, Seulgi looked up at him without breaking the one-sided hug. 


“Jungkook? Are you okay?”


“Aren’t you going to ask about what happened to ____?” 


Seulgi looked at him like he had grown two heads. It took her two minutes to realize her mistake and the moment she did, her eyes widened. 


“O-Oh yes. How is she?”


Jungkook’s eyes narrowed. A terrible feeling, one he didn’t have words for, was beginning to establish its stronghold within him. He took Seulgi’s hands off him and turned around, pulling her towards the exit. 


“Jungkook! What happened? Where are we going?” She exclaimed, tugging on Jungkook’s hand but Jungkook didn’t let go. He fastened his pace and headed towards the way out. 


“Out of here. I think we need to talk.” 




Yoongi glanced nervously towards your sleeping form covered by his jacket. The same air which was making him sweat seemed to make you shiver. You had woken 5 minutes into the ride and with a dead tired voice, you had expressed your wish to not return home. You wanted to stay away from your home for a while, so he was just roaming the highways and driving all over the place for while before turning to the highway leading out of the city, a much quieter side of the city. He figured he’d just turn back halfway out of Seoul and bring you back, if you were ready. 


The highway was quiet, with a paramount of one or two cars passing by once every 5-7 minutes. His mind went back to the exchange between you and Jungkook and the expression on your face, once again making him grip the steering wheel hard in contained fury. He knew that if he stayed one more minute, he would have surely punched Jungkook in the face. Where did he learn to talk like that? Was he really that stupid? Did he really not see the truth? If there was even one percent of a chance of making things any better, he had totally ruined it. 


Yoongi was broken out of his thoughts by your movement. You were coughing. He turned his left indicator despite the empty road, and parked his car to the left, pressing his parking lights on. He shuffled around for a bottle of water in his backseat and as soon as he felt his hand touch the plastic, he grabbed it and woke you up.


“Here, drink some water.” He lightly tapped your shoulder to get your attention in your half-conscious state. Your eyes fluttered open without much change in their appearance, still bloodshot and tired with pain. Yoongi observed you as you took the bottle from him with effort. It was as if just moving your hands to take a water bottle from him took five years out of your life. Nonetheless, you gulped the water down pretty fast, unintentionally spilling some on his jacket but he didn’t mind. He didn’t take his eyes off even as you reaffirmed the cap in its place and closed your eyes with the bottle ready to fall out of your grip. Somehow, it never did. 


“If you’re wondering whether I’m seriously sick or not, I’m not.” Your cracked voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to find your eyes were still closed.


“I was also wondering if you’re okay.” Yoongi said, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged in his seat, facing you. You didn’t respond to his question immediately, instead opening your eyes and giving him a smile. 


“I’m not okay.” 


You surprised him by giving him a brutally honest answer and straightened up, copying Yoongi by pulled your legs up to sit facing him. 


Yoongi sighed. “What can I do to help?” He implored. He knew he was going out of his way right now, but he couldn’t help it. How could he not want to help you with you looking half dead? Like your soul had been sucked right out of you? 


You chuckled weakly. Was it possible for a chuckle to sound heartbreaking? Yoongi’s heart twisted when he looked at your eyes, which were slowly but surely filling up. 


“I wish I knew, Yoongi. I wish I knew how you could help…how anyone could help.” Your voice cracked and you closed your eyes. “But I don’t.” 


Yoongi turned his face towards the road. He couldn’t look at you without feeling completely helpless. The night was darkening and the surrounding air around him was heavy with the aftermath of the words you had just uttered. It felt funny now; the fact that he was advising you not too long ago on how you should deal with the situation but now that he had witnessed the entire scene unfold in front of his eyes, there was nothing he felt he could say or do to make things better for you and that frustrated him to no extent. He forced himself to calm down, taking deep but soundless breaths. He would have to let go of his anger if he wanted to make you feel any better. The sky once again caught his eyes and he allowed himself a small smile.


“___?” 


You opened your eyes to look at him, waiting for him to continue.


“It’s a beautiful night.” Yoongi smiled, looking at you. Confusion spread through your mind at his words. A beautiful night? What was he talking about? You let your confusion show on your face and his smile widened upon gauging your expression. 


 “Why don’t we get out of the car and you’ll know what I mean.” He said, removing his seatbelt. You didn’t know what to do so you followed him out of the car after removing your seatbelt. You shivered as the wind blew past lightly and wrapped Yoongi’s jacket closer to your body. Where was he? You looked around and found him bent in the back seat, probably trying to get something out and after much struggle and a few head to door interactions, he finally shut the door and came in your view with a some packets of Cheetos, a carton of Diet coke and speakers. 


You stood in front of his car, stunned. It was only after a suggestive cough from him that you stuttered an apology and rushed forward to help him by taking the carton of Coke and setting it in front of the car. He copied your actions and put the stuff in his hands down as well and sat down right there on the road, leaning against the front of his car. You were yet to come out of your stunned state of mind, so you just stood there looking at him while he neatly arranged his belongings on the road and stretched to a comfortable position. After he was done with everything, he looked up at you.


“It’s my stock for unplanned picnics. I do this quite often.” He shrugged. “Why are you standing? C’mon, sit down with me.” He tugged on your hands and you finally broke out of your trance and sat down, still giving him a perplexed look. Yoongi, meanwhile, was only looking up at sky and smiling. 


“Look up, ___. You won’t be disappointed.” 


You finally broke your one-sided stare contest with Yoongi’s face and looked up. You didn’t gasp or cry out in happiness. Rather, you forgot how to breathe. Your breath stopped for a minute as you took in an imperfectly beautiful crescent moon surrounded by dark clouds. In the dark blanket of the night, the stars seemed to have multiplied exponentially compared to the mainstream city where you could count them on your fingers. Your eyes rapidly moved from one end of the sky to another to take in every part of the it, every star that was playing hide-and-seek with the clouds.


“This is breathtaking.” You breathed out. 


“It really is.” Yoongi smiled and took out two cans of diet coke, handing one to you and opening his can to take a long sip. You noticed that one of Yoongi’s own songs were melodiously spreading through the air. You recognized it as ‘So far away’ and immediately smiled. It was a great song. 


“___” Yoongi grabbed your attention by calling out your name. “I know a lot happened. I know it shouldn’t have but it did.” He said, taking another sip of his diet coke and bringing it down to rest on his thighs. Then he looked at you. 

“But a new day has already begun.” He said. “The stars and the moon, they’re still shining bright. None of these stars have moved places and yet, because of a mere change in perspective, the entire anatomy of the sky has changed.” He said and surprisingly you understood what he was trying to say. Despite the fact that everything has changed around you, the world is still moving on. You are still moving on. 


“Let this be the last day you cried for him. I will help you, I  sincerely mean it.” 


A lone tear escaped from your eye and you quickly wiped it with your hands. It was touching. You realized this very well, the position Yoongi is in is not an easy one. Jungkook is like a younger brother to him and yet, when he owed you absolutely nothing, here he was telling you that he would stand by you and help you come out of this abyss. A smile broke out on your face at the sincerity of his words. No matter how you looked at it, he was supporting you. He was already helping you. He didn’t have to do any of this, but he was doing it. 


You nodded at him, sincerely and gratefully trying to convey that you were very thankful and appreciative of his support. And you were. It meant everything. 


“I didn’t get a chance to say this at the bar but,” You said, bringing up your diet coke.

“Cheers, Yoongi.” You said. 


Yoongi chuckled and brought up his can, clinking it with yours mid air. “Cheers to a new beginning.” 

“Cheers to a new beginning…” You repeated, turning your gaze back towards the now brightly shining crescent moon. 


The clouds were nowhere to be seen. 



“Jungkook…please say something.” Seulgi whimpered as Jungkook checked through her phone, quickly swiping through apps and checking messages. They had reached Jungkook’s apartment an hour ago and for a while, Jungkook had tried to get Seulgi to talk. He didn’t know what he wanted to find out yet but he knew there was something. Something he was missing. The only thing was, she wouldn’t talk. She was crying and mumbling out words. Jungkook didn’t want to be rude but he couldn’t wait anymore. He picked up her phone and started going through her applications. 


Ignoring Seulgi’s cries, he clicked on her messages. Apart from a few texts from her workplace and spam, there was nothing special. He scrolled down, finding a few mutuals here and there but nothing of significance.


Until your name came up with a huge cross emoji beside it. A heavy feeling settled on his chest on seeing your name and the cross beside it. It couldn’t be…


He instantly clicked on your name and scrolled up. 


You: Why did you do it

Seulgi: I don’t know what you’re talking about

Jungkook’s heart began beating faster as he read through the messages. 

You: look I’m really tired of everything
You: I just want to know why 

Seulgi: You know why ___
Seulgi: If you think you can screenshot our messages and send it to Jungkook then let me tell you he won’t believe it

His fingers were shaking slightly as he scrolled further down.

Seulgi: I’ve liked him forever ___
Seulgi: But you still dated him
Seulgi: It’s like you were flaunting it in my face

The fear building inside Jungkook’s chest was at its peak now. He could feel it. He could feel it inside his heart. Something had gone terribly wrong. 

You: Are you being real right now?
You: I don’t know what to say anymore
You: I don’t know what to do anymore
You: My life has been turned upside down by two people I trust the most
You: What wrong did I do for me to deserve this? 

Jungkook’s heart sank as he read Seulgi’s reply.

Seulgi: He is with me now ____
Seulgi: Just move on. I’m sorry you were on the receiving side but it had to happen. 

There it was. 

Seulgi really was lying. Those pictures…they really were false. Jungkook eyesight was blurry by the time he reached your last text. 

You: You won’t be able to hide the truth for too long. And trust me, the state in which you both have left me, when the time comes I won’t forgive either of you. 

Jungkook staggered back and Seulgi’s phone fell from his hands and down to the floor. Seulgi flinched at the contact, looking at the floor, tears now rapidly falling down her face. Jungkook wiped a tear from his face as he placed his hands on his ears to tune out Seulgi’s cries. 

“What have I done?” He whispered to himself. Your face flashed in front of his eyes, pale and faint, until you suddenly opened your eyes said once again, what he feared the most. 


“Don’t fucking touch me Jeon Jungkook. I don’t want you anywhere near me.”


A whimper escaped his lips as he felt the weight of his actions settling on his shoulders. He didn’t wipe his face this time as another tear made it’s way down his face. 


“Oh god,” He whispered, closing his eyes. “What have I done?” 



To Be Continued…


Much love, 

Inferno-loop

You know what I want? As we’ve established that humans are a race of terrifying omnivores - eaters of chillies and coffee and chocolate - I want Earth alcohol to kick space alcohol’s butt. 

Like I want aliens to be up there going like Winky on buttobeer. Sipping on their malt wine and fermented grains/berries. And sure, they may have great tolerance for that stuff, maybe it just gets them lightly buzzed and then they come down to earth. 

And at first they find it very amusing. Earthlings, getting drunk off downing a couple of very teeny glasses of some clear liquid.  Then one of them makes the mistake of trying vodka. and it knocks them the fuck out. Like waking up in your bathroom with a new tattoo and feather boa on kind of knocked out. And after that humans become much more terrifying. 

“They make alcohol out of everything”, one alien whispers to his stunned friends, “and then,” He pauses to create a suitable air of horror “They mix them together.” 

The Photograph

Hi babes! This is a fluffy oneshot about Peter having a crush on one of Michelle’s friends at Midtown High. One day, he spots her reading outside and secretly takes a photo of her because he thinks that she looks too perfect to go unseen, and he pins the photo up in the back of his locker. Everything is fine until Flash Thompson gets his hands on Peter’s photo and brings it to her attention. After that, awkward cuteness ensues and I hope that you all like it!

The Photograph

Hot licks of pain seared throughout Peter’s body. His lip was split, there was a purpling bruise on his temple that was accompanied by a headache so powerful that it’s aching refused to be ignored. Even walking from class to class was taking a toll on Peter. He was exhausted and in pain, but Peter remained hellbent on keeping Queens safe, no matter the cost.  

    Peter’s eyes glazed over and his body was ready to shut down. Doing his best to keep himself up on his feet, he focused on the photo that he had tacked up of her in the back of his locker.

    In the photo, the girl was outside, hidden beneath the shade of a rather large tree. She was stretched out on a light pink blanket, a copy of Charles Baudelaire’s, ‘The Flowers of Evil,’ open in front of her. There was a carton of fresh strawberries and a rather oversized iced coffee balanced haphazardly against her backpack on the ground with her, and every so often, Peter recalled how delightedly blissful she looked each time she bit into a ripe berry. The sun’s rays, the soft breeze wandering through the tree’s leaves, and the chatter bumbling down to her from their shared high school didn’t even faze the girl. Her mind remained with the poet’s.

    After a few minutes of watching her, Peter felt soothed. Everything about her made him feel better. He loved the way she licked her lips after she ate, he loved the way that she read her favorite verses aloud, he loved the way that she laughed at herself when she nearly spilled her coffee, and he loved the way that she helped him forget about the constant stress that was now heavily present in his life.

    When Peter finally snapped the photo, she was laying on her side, one hand wound into her silky hair to keep it out of her eyes, and the other hand holding her poetry book open. Her eyes were focused on comprehending the poems on each page, but she wore a soft smile on her lips that made it clear that she wasn’t scrutinizing anything too intensely. The girl was merely enjoying her free period in the sun and Peter longed to do the same.

    Since then, Peter looked for her in almost every hallway, in every classroom window, and everyday at lunch. They’d spoken a handful of times, seeing as they were in the same history class, but other than class discussions, Peter hadn’t mustered up the nerve to say hello outside of an intellectual, in-class debate.

    One day, she was late to history and when she’d walked into the room, she found that her normal seat next to the window had been taken, so she headed towards the first empty desk she saw. Peter, already occupying one of the seats, nearly suffered a heart attack when she placed her binder next to his and offered him a quiet “good morning.”

    It had taken Peter a few seconds to force his brain to form a response to her and then to get his mouth to open and say the words that his brain was attempting to communicate back to her. When he stuttered out, “hey, yeah, good morning,” she didn’t tease him for his weirdness, instead she smiled at him and Peter could’ve melted onto the floor right then and there.

    During that day’s lecture, their teacher was detailing women’s struggles throughout the years to gain the 19th amendment, which won women of all colors, and social standings the right to vote. She scribbled down notes and nodded in agreement with the teacher as she spoke of Ida B. Well’s, Lucy Burns’ and Alice Paul’s courageous actions in the suffrage movement. It was only after Flash Thompson opened his mouth that Peter observed a frown cross over her features.

    “Why didn’t they just keep doing what Florence Kelley advised? If they had followed her directions, they wouldn’t have gotten radical and thrown into prison. Florence Kelley was meeting with President Woodrow Wilson, and he explained to her why he couldn’t grant women suffrage right then, but he said he would going forward. The National Women’s Party didn’t know what they were doing, and furthermore, they set the women’s rights movement back with their crazy antics.” Flash finished, folding his hands behind his head and leaning back in his chair.

    Glancing over at the girl in the chair next to him, Peter knew that not only was Flash painfully incorrect and uneducated, but she was clearly getting ready to put Flash back into his place.

    “Wow, that’s actually so, so, so wrong.” She started, turning slightly in her chair to face Flash, “if Florence Kelley had kept asking President Wilson to recognize women as intelligent, reasonable beings capable of making a decisive decision, it’s unlikely that the 19th amendment would’ve been passed in 1920. The only reason women were granted suffrage is because of The National Woman’s Party. These women marched, were beaten in the streets, picketed in front of the White House, and were thrown into jail for the good of women everywhere. President Wilson only granted women the right to suffrage after women were dying in prison due to the hunger strike Alice Paul began. Not to mention, while these women were imprisoned, they were denied basic human rights and the entire reason they were in locked away in jail was because they were blocking traffic on the sidewalk. It took drastic measures to humanize women in men’s eyes and without the heroic antics of these women, who knows where women would stand today. I mean, a woman’s right to her own body is something that could be taken away at any moment, and women are constantly battling the image that men have imposed upon us. Therefore, your opinion is invalid because you apparently cannot grasp the severity of the situation, past and present.”

    Peter, as well as the rest of the class, was stunned into silence. Normally, she didn’t partake in class discussions because she was shy, but now that she had, everyone in the room was shocked by the intellect that she had just destroyed Flash with. Peter wanted nothing more than to hear her speak all day, and maybe to introduce her to Aunt May.

    Peter could barely focus as Michelle began to back her up. Leaning closer to the wonderfully insightful girl next to him, Peter let her know just how clever he found her. “That was amazing, everything you said was perfect and spot-on. That was the greatest thing that I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait for you do it again.” Peter congratulated the girl.

    “You don’t think it was too much?” She asked worriedly, biting her lip and fiddling with the pencil in her hands.

    Peter shook his head, his eyes wide, “No, no! Absolutely not! You would’ve made Alice Paul very proud.”

    Placing a hand atop of his, she thanked him with a smile. “You’re the best, Peter,” she said before turning her focus back to their teacher.

    After that, she had joined Peter on Flash’s hit-list, so Peter should’ve known better than to try and relax with his locker wide open. Peter was knocked out of his daydream of going home to her and simply curling up around her to sleep by Flash’s grabby hand, first shoving him out of the way, and then stealing his photo of her.

    As Flash rushed down the hall, Peter struggled after him, both boys trying to beat each other to where she stood deep in conversation with Michelle about the numerous male authors whose most famous novels were stolen works from their wives.

    “Flash, don’t” Peter shouted, as he tried to ignore the shooting pain traveling up his body.

    “Too late, Penis Parker,” Flash called as he weaved gracefully inbetween students to get to their target.

    “Oh my gosh,” Michelle muttered, rolling her eyes as she nodded her head towards the two boys heading their way. “Losers.”

    “His lip is bleeding,” She said, concern lacing into her tone. “Do you think he’s okay?”

    “Your boyfriend is fine, probably tripped over a lego or something on his way to the bathroom and banged his head into the wall on his way down.” Michelle tried to reason with her friend. She’d detected that her friend and Peter had the biggest of crushes on one another way before either one of them had, and she had made it her mission to mock them every chance she got.

    Flash was the first to reach the two girls, holding up the photo of her that Peter had taken of her reading outside. “Parker, Penis.” He wheezed, “Penis Parker took this picture of you and had it taped up behind his textbooks in his locker.” Bending over to soothe the splint in his side, Flash handed the photo to the confused girl in front of him.

    As Peter came to a stop in front of her and Michelle, he groaned and threw his hands up into the air, uttering a barely audible, “fuck.”

    When the girls saw Peter up close, they found that Peter was barely recognizable due to all of the bruises masking his pale skin. Quickly handing the photo to Michelle, the girl surged forward, lightly grabbing onto Peter’s sweater to steady him. “Peter, what happened to you? You’re hurt,” she questioned, growing a little more distraught as she studied him face to face.

    “The picture, I’m sorry, I know it’s so creepy. I didn’t mean to be a weirdo and I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, I swear that I’m not stalking you.” Peter mumbled, trying unsuccessfully to keep his lip from bleeding.

    “Peter, I don’t care about the photo. What happened to you? Oh no, your lip is bleeding,” She rambled, steering Peter towards the bench nearest to them. “Sit,” she instructed, digging through her backpack for a tissue to dab Peter’s cut with.

    “You’re seriously not going to say anything about the picture he clearly took of you?” Flash whined, refusing to accept defeat.

    Michelle raised her eyebrows, “No, I think it’s disturbing too. You’re not alone in that, Flash.”

    “Do you need ice?” She asked Peter, guiding Peter to look up so she could inspect his face for any further damage. “You need ice, Michelle, could you please go get him ice? Flash, could you please go away?” She asked, looking at the pair over her shoulder.

    Flash was nearly beside himself, “it’s weird! You have to acknowledge that it’s weird that he not only took a photo of you without your knowledge, but that he has it pinned up like you are his girlfriend or something? Really not going to say anything about that?”

    “For all you know,” she said, turning to face Flash as she did that day in class, “Peter could very well be my boyfriend!”

    Peter’s jaw dropped so far that she had to readjust his head to keep the tissue on his open wound. Gently prying her helping hand from his lip, “wait, really?” Peter asked. “You’d be my girlfriend after all this?”

    “This is disgusting,” Michelle interjected. Handing Peter’s photo back to him, she grabbed Flash by the collar of his polo shirt and dragged him down the hallway. “We’ll be back with ice and some band-aids.”

    She and Peter could hear Flash’s discontented grumbles as he followed Michelle down to the nurse’s office to retrieve some medical aid for Peter.

    “Are you really not freaked out?” Peter asked, staring up at her with big, brown, puppy-dog eyes.

    Sighing, she moved to stand in between Peter’s legs to inspect how much further his lip had split. “If you keep talking, the cut is never going to heal. This,” she gestured to Peter’s clearly damaged frame, “freaks me out more than anything. What’s happening to you? If I can help you, please let me. I care about you and I hate that you’re hurt.” She pouted.

    She was so close that Peter could smell all the floral notes in her perfume, and if he wanted to, he could hug himself close to her and never let go. “I can’t tell you what’s happening, but if I stop, things will get worse. Not just for me, but for everyone. I’m trying to help.”

    Running a hand through his hair, she shook her head. “Then let me help you. If you’re helping everyone, you deserve to have someone help you, and I want you to let me be that person, Peter.”

    Pinching the palm of his hand, Peter spotted Flash and Michelle returning with ice, ointment and bandages in hand, and he knew that he had to be quick. “It would really help me if you went out to dinner with me. Just being with you would help me. That’s why I took the picture of you. Every day that I felt like I was drowning, I would look at you, well the picture of you, and it would help me to breath again.”

    “Pick me up on Saturday. I’ll be ready at 7:30,” she agreed, much to not only Peter’s, but Flash’s surprise.

    “Come on!” Flash hissed, “how is it that Parker gets a date with a hot girl after he hides in the bushes and takes secret pictures of her? What the hell is going on right now? Do I live in the twilight zone?”

    “For fucks sake, Flash.” Michelle muttered, turning to him with squared shoulders, “she clearly knew that he was taking the photos of her. Who would smile while reading ‘The Flowers of Evil?’ And beyond that, she’s liked him for months and he’s liked her for months. All you’ve really done is finally bring them closer together. Congratulations Flash, your plan has officially backfired.”

    Flash groaned throughout the rest of the day and Michelle planned on teasing him for the rest of the school year. The girl’s cheeks were flushed pink until she went to sleep, and Peter couldn’t stop smiling, even though it only made the split in his lip worse.

   


more universe swap ideas:

Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”

“Wait–”

“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

“My mom is better than yours” - Batmom x Damian Wayne

Summary : The Kent family have invited your family over for dinner, and of course, as usual, Damian and Jon don’t quite…behave. 

I just wanted to write a short little cute fic with Damian and his mama because I just love the idea of Damian being super proud of his Batmom and blahblahblah maybe it’s a bit too long sorry. I hope you will like it

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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Bruce thought it was extremely cute, how Damian’s eyes always seem to shine when looking at you. How his face brightens. Even how ashamed he is when you scold him when he’s too cocky, or simply being a plain brat. 

The kid thought you were just the best damn thing on this planet. 

He admired everything you did…

The Batman had to admit it, sometimes, he was a bit jealous. 

But mostly, he just thought it was really cute, to see his boy completely accepting you as his mother. Hell, he was even calling you “Mama” (damn period dramas) now !

You were the one he considered his mom (Talia actually tried to kill you a few times because of that, jealous beyond everything of you and the love “her” son seemed to have for you…She tried harder when Damian told her that she was “never his mom”, that you showed him what a real mother was, and also, when she realized how in love Bruce was with you, while she had to drug him to get him to sleep with her…Yeah, pretty jealous. You always pulled through though, mostly thanks to your boys, husband and superfriends).

Well, to be honest, he never doubted the fact that you’d get along with him. You had a special effect on people. If you really put your mind to it, you can convince anyone to do what you want, you can win anyone’s heart in a little flutter of your damn beautiful eyelashes…

When Damian first met you, he was most disagreeable, and you…grounded him. “Young man, in your room, no dessert for you tonight”, and he was so stunned that he did it, though he didn’t even listen to his father at the time, and thought he knew everything better than everyone ! He knew you only for a few minutes, and he already had more respect for you than for anyone else. 

Sometimes, Bruce suspected that you might be a meta-human, because the power you could have over people with your magnificent aura was…something. But he tested you in every way possible, and he had to admit that, you were just like him. A simple human. A simple human with incredible abilities. 

Yes. Bruce always thought it was extremely cute the way his son, your son to the both of you, almost worshipped you. 

Well, your older kids did too. Again, there was just a way about you…

You started dating Bruce when he first took young Richard Grayson in, about twelve years ago (right after Talia drugged him actually), when he was barely 8 years old and heartbroken because of his parents’ death…And though you were merely twenty, quite younger than Bruce really, you took your job as a surrogate mother for Dick very seriously. Quickly, the boy asked you if he could call you mom, if his own mother would be mad and…well, the hug you gave him was answer enough. Though he was twenty and had his own flat in Bludhaven now, Dick was still quite the momma’s boy. 

It was pretty much the same with Jason. You winked at him and told him it was pretty cool and brave to try and steal the batmobile’s wheels, and boom, you had him wrapped around your little fingers. He lived for your bedtime stories and cuddle when he had trouble sleeping. 

Tim was even easier to treat you like his mom. After only a few months he was already introducing you as his mother, and that was that. Just natural. Unlike Jason and Dick, his birth mother wasn’t exactly…the best, and you gave him a chance to have a real mom. One that would die for her son, do anything for him,  even if it meant staying up all night to sing him soothing songs while he had the flu, putting ridiculous costumes to go trick or treating with him, or, more recently, since he was now 15 (already ?!), gaming with him until you’d both pass out out of exhaustion. 

Quite like Tim, Damian never had the love of a “real” mother. How it should be. The mom taking care of her son, no matter what. Not letting him do whatever he wants, but making sure he’s happy…and so, just like his older brothers before him, he came to simply adore you. 

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LIPSTICK ੭  JUNGKOOK

Contains : drabble, roommate!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : exactly 1,2k

Summary : Jungkook never thought that a few lipstick stains would turn him on.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

A/N : I just wanted to post a little something since I’m pretty inactive because of my finals. Inspired by that time I kissed one of my friends on the cheek to see if my lipstick would tranfer and he got super cocky about the stain.
Feedback or a questions, everything is here !


“Y/N, what are you doing ?”, laughed Jungkook, resting the controller on his thigh.
From his spot on the couch, he was watching you tap your finger on your lower lip, before examinating your fingertip.

“I need to see if my lipstick is going to stay through the night.”, you explained, tapping once again your finger on your lip, your eyes cheking your makeup. You were going out tonight, seeing old friends from highschool, and everything needed to be perfect, you wanted people to look at you and be stunned.
The dress hugging your body was enough to leave your roommate breathless, but you were prouder of your makeup, everything was perfect, if it wasn’t for the said lipstick.

“Is that the one you bought last week ?”, asked Jungkook, leaning against the couch.
You hummed, remembering the day you dragged the boy to Sephora. Fortunately, he didn’t complain, or maybe you just didn’t listen to his desperate sighs, but he helped you pick a color, the dark chocolate, almost purple color catching his eyes.

“Why don’t you just do the thing you do with your hand.”, he asked gesturing to the top of his hand, talking about that time he saw you place your lips on your hand.

“Ugh, I’m too lazy to wash my hand after, or to go get a tussie.”, you sighed, looking at the clock.
Jungkook laughed, getting up and walking towards you before looking at himself in the miroir. Running his hand in his hair, he gave you a faked annoyed look.

“Do it, we’ll see if it leaves a stain.”, proposed Jungkook, tugging at the collar of his shirt, revealing his golden skin a little more.

Smiling at Jungkook, he lightly pushed your shoulder, it wasn’t the first time that he allowed you to test your lipsticks on him and he knew you were dying to test this one too. It just happened one time when you were on a rush, no tissus or anything to place your lips on, and since Jungkook didn’t mind having a stain that he could wash off just after, he was the guinea pig.

Grabbing your roommate’s chin, you quickly kissed a trail from his cheek to his collarbone, as he tilted his head.

“Ouh, that’s a lot.”, you noticed, eyebrows furrowed. A mark of your lips were clearly visible of his cheek, another one in the middle of his neck, and the last one on top of his collarbone, more faded, but it was there.

“I’m definitely taking it with me, I’ll probably have to do some touch ups.”, you mumbled, grabbing the lipstick before throwing it in your purse, not really paying attention as Jungkook stayed silent.

His eyes were glued on the miroir, pupils blowing wide a little bit more as he discovered the stains. Licking his lips, he slowly parted them, feeling his sweatpants grow thighter.

Biting his lower lip, he nodded as he heard you say something, but he never payed attention, a finger coming to touch the stain on his neck.
Why was he so turned on by such a simple thing, was it the stains, or you ? Or both ? His hand was aching to wrap around his growing length, but his line of thoughts got cut by the loud sound of the front door closing.

His breath grew uneven as he looked around the apartment, before quickly walking towards his room, his game still paused on the tv screen.
Not caring to close his door, he left it slightly open, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the miroir in front of him.
Giving him a full view of his body, Jungkook quickly took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor, as if he was afraid that the lipstick stains would fade away.

With the huge miroir, it was even better, he could clearly see the three marks along his cheek and neck, the last one almost looking like a really dark hickey.
His mouth fell agape at how good the color looked, the brownish stains contrasting with his skin.
His hand went to his bulge, feeling his already hard cock as a few locks of hair fell in front of his eyes.

Lips slightly pink, glittering with a coat of saliva, his hand grabbed his sheet as the other sneaked beneath the fabric of his sweatpants.
A sigh of relief left his lips when he felt his rough hand wrap around his base, teasing himself as he started to slowly move up and down.

His mind was fogged, focused on the ounce of pleasure he was giving himself. Head tilted to the side, he was trying his hardest not to close his eyes, he wanted to see the marks and his skin.

His thumb collected his pre-cum, speading it, a pleased sigh leaving his lips. His movements grew faster, pleasure taking over his body and soon enough, he was pushing the hem of his pants down.
The sound of skin filled the room, alongside his sighs, grewing deeper and deeper.

But, his hand wasted enough, he had to use his imagination, his mind wondering.
He tried his best to remember the feeling of your lips on his skin, picturing them kissing down his torso, and his hand pumped faster as he imagined your mouth around his cock, a groan leaving his lips.

Maybe your lipstick would leave a few rings around his shaft, a deep moan coming from his chest. He never thought that a few marks would turn him on, but there he was, using his hand to catch his climax because of them.

“God.”, he breathed, his hips bucking. A gasp left his lips as he pictured you again, seeing you in that dress, wishing his could take it off, and let his hands wonder around your body.
His lip got caught in his teeth, closing his eyes as he imagined what he would do to you, the taste of arousal linguering on his tongue. And god, he wished you didn’t leave, his hand moving faster and faster, chassing his high.
“Y/N, fuck.”, it left his lips without thinking, the blurry image of your body underneath his clouding his mind, his cheek slightly pink, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and torso.

He lost track of everything as his mind started making up how your moans would sound, how your voice would sound as you were begging him to fuck you, how you voice would crack as you moan his name, getting closer and closer to your climax.

His Adam’s apple bobbed against the skin of his throat, regular gasp leaving his lips as he mumbled incoherent phrases. He knew he was getting closer, bucking his hips, before letting out a loud moan, his voice cracking towards the end in what sounded like your name. Panting, his hand slowed down as he released, cum dripping on his torso.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes, chest falling up and down at an irregular pace as he tried to catch his breath. He closed his eyes, head falling back, trying to process everything.

“Jungkook ? I forgot my wallet.”

And his eyes shot open.

Third Date, First Kiss

Steve smiled to himself as he watched Peter empty out his closet to find the perfect outfit for his date. He wanted something “nice, but not trying too hard.”

“Isn’t he adorable? I can remember being that young, innocent and excited.”, Steve leaned his head onto Tony’s shoulder wistfully.

Tony took a sip of his coffee and scoffed, “’Innocent’ my ass. That little boyfriend of his is gonna pull something soon, I can tell.”

“What makes you think that?”

“It’s their third date.”

Steve frowned a little and glanced up at his husband, “What’s significant about that?”

“The third date is when most people deem it acceptable to sleep with their partner. Some might even say you’re a prude if you don’t.”

Steve thought about this for a moment. Wade was a little bit older than Peter, and Peter was so naïve, he probably didn’t even know what he was in for. He needed to protect his son from this horn-dog, disgusting pervert that Peter calls his boyfriend.

There was a knock on the door and Peter peaked out his door at his parents, “Dad, can you get the door?”

“Why don’t you get it, you’re right there?”, Tony said with disinterest as he took another sip of coffee.

“I can’t just open it, I have to make him wait a while.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “He can wait outside.”

Peter turned his attention to Steve, “Pop, pleeeaaase?”

Steve chuckled as he walked over to the door and let Wade in. Wade stood awkwardly in the kitchen as Tony stared into his soul, enjoying Wade’s discomfort. Peter walked out a few minutes later to greet Wade, who immediately handed over the bouquet of wildflowers he had been holding.

“Flowers? For me? Oh, you shouldn’t have!”, Peter gushed, obviously flattered and embarrassed.

“Can you believe it?”, Tony deadpanned as Peter rushed to put the flowers in a vase on the table.

“Okay, well, we’re on our way to the movies. I’ll text you guys so you know where we are so if I die you’ll know where to start looking for my body.”

“Okay, sweetie, have fun.”, Steve smiled as the couple walked out. The door closed and he immediately whipped around to face his husband and frantically stage whispered, “We have to put a stop to this.”

Tony’s face lit up for the first time all day.

~             ~             ~

Peter and Wade sat down in the theater, quietly giggling amongst themselves. Steve and Tony sat several rows behind them in terrible make-shift disguises. Steve kept pulling his baseball cap down over his face in an attempt to avoid eye contact while Tony adjusted the scarf warped around his head and refused to take off his excessively large sunglasses.

Peter sat with the popcorn bucket in his lap, mindlessly eating as he watched the movie. Because of this he almost didn’t notice Wade slipping an arm around him. Peter didn’t realize that it was possible to simultaneously melt and tense up, but here he is.

Tony started to slap Steve’s thigh quietly but frantically at the sight of Wade’s arm around his son.

“What?!”, Steve hissed, afraid that Tony would attract attention to them and get them kicked out of the theater.

Tony dramatically pointed to Wade and Peter and in a moment of pure silence Steve gave an audible gasp. The two ducked down just in time to avoid Peter turning around and seeing that they’re spying on his date. They slowly rose back into their seats and intently watched as Wade inched closer and closer to Peter, who was staring straight ahead at the big screen. Right as Wade was about to lean in for a kiss, a bucket of popcorn came mysteriously flying towards him and hit him in the face.

Wade and Peter turned and looked around but saw nothing suspicious.

“Huh. That was weird. Are you okay?”, Peter asked.

“Yeah, of course. I wonder who threw that.”

~             ~             ~

Wade and Peter walked arm in arm into the restaurant with Tony and Steve walking several feet behind them. Peter laughed and talked with his boyfriend as his parents hid behind their menus a few tables away. Tony nonchalantly peered over his menu to see the boys as they talked and laughed while Steve worked on constructing a menu fort on the table.

They sat like this for quite some time, watching the boys and repeatedly asking the waiter for more time to look at the menu and water refills. The waiter arrived with Wade and Peter’s food and Tony groaned to see that they were sharing a plate of spaghetti.

“It’s like that kids movie with the dogs,” Steve murmured, excited to be able to make a movie reference that Tony would get.

“I would tell you to be more specific because dog-themed-kids-movies is probably its own genre at this point, but yes. It is like that kids movie with the dogs.”

“Oh, uh… you’ve got a little something right there. On your lip,” Wade chuckled as he motioned to his own face.

Peter blushed slightly and tried to wipe it off, “Better?”

“No, other side. Here, lemme just…” Wade leaned across the table and gently wiped some sauce off of Peter’s bottom lip. He couldn’t help but smile as he looked into Peter’s eyes and let his hand rise to caress his cheek. Wade’s voice fell to a low whisper, “There. Perfect as usual.”

Peter’s heart skipped a beat as Wade started to lean in closer. What if he had garlic breath? What if he still had spaghetti sauce on his lips? What if Wade thinks he’s a horrible kisser and he pretends not to notice but he never calls again and when he drops him off later it will be the last time he ever sees him and oh my god-

Suddenly some man in a headscarf dramatically bumped into a waiter carrying a tray of drinks that toppled over onto Peter and Wade.

~             ~             ~

Tony and Steve were rushing to get home before Wade and Peter did and realized that they had been gone this whole time. They got into the house just in time to see Wade’s car pull up from the window.

“Okay, they’re home.” Steve let out a sigh of relief. “They aren’t going to do anything sexual, everything is going to be okay.”

“Unless they decide to have a quickie in the backseat,” Tony said before taking a sip of his now cold coffee.

“…unless they WHAT?!”

“I had a really great time tonight, thanks for taking me out,” Peter said as he smiled shyly at Wade from the passenger seat.

“Yeah, no, totally, thanks for coming. Everything’s always more fun when you’re around anyways. Here, uh, let me walk you to the door. Don’t move,” Wade flashed a smile at his new boyfriend and ran around to open his car door for him.

They slowly walked in silence up to the front door and turned to face each other.

“Sooo… I’ll call you later. When I get home, if you want,” Wade glanced down and shuffled his feet a bit.

“Yeah, uh, I’d like that. You know, if you want to. But it’s almost curfew so I should probably head inside.”

“Oh, yeah, okay. So, uhh. Goodnight,” Wade turned around and started heading back towards his car.

“Wade?”

He immediately spun around, “Yeah, Pete?”

Peter took a few steps forward, grabbed the collar of Wade’s t-shirt and smashed his lips into his boyfriend’s. Wade stood stunned for a second before melting into it and placing one hand on Peter’s neck and the other on his cheek. They finally broke apart and Peter took a few steps backwards towards the front door. He opened it and stepped inside as Wade stood with a happy, stunned look on his face.

“Goodnight, Wade”, Peter smiled flirtatiously as he closed the door.

Wade couldn’t wipe the huge smile off his face as he slid over the hood of his car and hopped back into the driver’s seat. He leaned his back and just stared at the ceiling for a while, soaking up the best feeling he’s had in a long time.

~hope y’all aren’t lactose intolerant bc this is CHEESY~

BTS reaction to you shutting them up with a kiss

Request: Hello! Can you do a bts reaction where they are talking and you interrupt them with a kiss? ☺️ 

Sorry, it took me so long. I hope you like it 💓 


Jin: You two were on a lunch date when Jin decided to go on a rant about food. He kept going on and on about the different types of food he wanted to try. You have always thought Jin is cute when he talks about the things he loves. So you couldn’t help yourself and leaned over and steal a kiss. Jin was stunned for a minute before he started whining. He would start a playful fight on how you couldn’t just kiss him to be quiet because that wasn’t fair. 

“What am I going to do with you? You can’t stay away from my lips that long huh? Do you want another one?”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga: Yoongi has always had a soft spot for you. He would constantly let you get away with things that he wouldn’t let the other members do. This time was no different. Yoongi loves talking with you about anything and everything. You found that too cute and kissed him while he was still talking. Immediately that gummy smile of his would show up. He would start placing gentle kisses on your cheeks. 

"You know I love your kisses but I’m trying to talk here. That was rude of you so give me another one." 

Originally posted by jeonbase

Jhope: Hoseok was always stealing kisses from you when you were least expecting so you decided to get payback. You knew he never would think of you kissing him while talking so that’s what you did. Hobi was in the middle of telling you about his day when you swooped in and kissed him. He stared at you for a minute before he broke out in a huge grin. He leaned in and kissed you again while chuckled to himself.

“Alright, babe it’s on now. Don’t be surprised when I attack you in kisses next.”

Originally posted by j-cypher

Rap Monster: You two had barely started dating and didn’t have your first kiss yet. You wondered when it would happen but lately, Namjoon has been busy with their new comeback so you thought it wouldn’t happen anytime soon. Namjoon has been missing you a lot and decided to surprise you with a visit. When you saw him, you were so excited and without meaning to you kissed him while he was talking. The kiss surprised the both of you and soon you were blushing messes. You were so embarrassed and hide your face in your hands. Namjoon thought you were so cute and took your face out of your hands. He took this as his chance to give you a proper kiss.

“You are so cute, babe. I’m fully expecting this to become a thing now.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jimin: You found it cute when Jimin is flustered so you made it your life mission to always find a way to make him embarrassed. Whether it was kissing his cheek with the members around or holding his hand in public. His reactions never cease to entertain you. Lately, you had the idea of kissing him while he was talking. You knew the reaction would be priceless so you waited until you had the chance to do it. He came home and was telling you about some antics Tae and Jungkook were doing that day. When he wasn’t paying attention that’s when you lean in and kissed him. Just as you thought Jimin’s face was priceless and you started laughing. Jimin started ranting about how this wasn’t funny and he was one day going to get payback.

“I swear I’m going to start getting back at you. You know your kisses are my weakness. This isn’t fair.” 

Originally posted by itschiminie

Taehyung: It was always a war between you two when it came to showing affection. You two never wanted to let the other outdo you. If you surprised hug Taehyung and pepper his face in kisses then Tae would retaliate back. He would pick you up and spin you around and give you twice as many kisses than you gave him. You two were constantly coming up with ideas to shower the other with love. That’s why when Tae was expressing how much he loved you, you took the chance and kissed him while he was in the middle of talking. For a moment, Tae didn’t know what happened until you started giggling. He began tickling you while declaring you had an unfair advantage over him.

“No, you can’t just kiss me like that. I’m supposed to win when it comes to showing affection. You owe me more kisses now.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook: When you two were alone, Jungkook always has you in his arms to the point where you can never pry him of you. He would love to give you kisses and just cuddle you. But whenever you two are with the other members then Jungkook is far away from you. Kookie hates being teased by the other members so he doesn’t act all lovey when they are around. You, however, found it absolutely hilarious when they start roasting him. So when you walked into their dorm the first thing you did was kiss Jungkook on the lips while he was talking to Taehyung. Of course, this got the other members attention and they all soon joined in teasing the youngest member. Jungkook groaned and hide his face into your neck while praying it’ll be over soon.

“You owe me an endless supply of cuddles now. I’m also getting revenge soon so watch out.”

Originally posted by jkguks

so like anyway park jinwoo is the most beautiful man i’ve ever seen in my life and i mean in it in multiple ways and levels like ok he doesn’t exactly suit popular beauty standards but he has the most beautiful and comforting smile i’ve ever seen and his teeth aren’t perfectly straight but they suit him so well and when he smiles really really big and it’s Real he gets those super cute like dimple wrinkles all around and they’re SO cute and make me smile so big!!!!!!!! then his EYES !!! he doesn’t have double eyelids or anything but they’re so beautiful i love them so much the shape is so pretty and they’re small and cute and when he smiles they turn into the cUTEST crescent moons!!!!!!!!!!!! then he has this Big Nose that i LOVE DEARLY and he has cute lil ears and freaking don’t even get me STARTED on all of his GORGEOUS FRECKLES especially the one on his chin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s so freakin pretty like all of his “imperfections” just make him 1000000x more beautiful to me!!!!! then his bod oh bOY u put him in a sweatshirt (which he LOVES!!) and lose jeans and his gargantuan sneaks that he’s obsessed with and he looks like a MOUSE!!!!!! he looks so freaking precious !!!!!!!! but he also looks so freaking boyfriend i want to wrap him up in a pancake and eat him up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then throw in a SNAPBACK ?!!!??! HE A FULL COURSE MEAL + SNACKS !!!!!!!!!!!!!! but thEN u throw him in a tank top and holy frick!!!!!!!! he’s like macho man!!! he’s SO broad and built!! but then has the slimmest waist like holy frick when will i ever!!!! the best part is is he is H E A L T H Y!!!!! u can tell he’s eating and treating his body SO well. he is constantly telling the other members and aroha to eat well, and to not go on bad diets!!! transitioning to how freaking stunning he is on the inside ………man …where do i even begin…………he has the heart of gold. his heart is GINORMOUS too. he would do absolutely anything for his members and fans and family. he’s an incredible leader, he lets the members do whatever embarrassing crap saying “aight i’ll just take the blame” like ???) KING !!!!!!!!!! he’s so passionate abt his work, u can see it in his eyes that he loves 100% what he’s doing. everything makes him cry; he’s so freaking soft !!!!!! he’s so touched by aroha and astro and everything beautiful. he has a passion for photography and the beauty in simple things. he sees the beauty in all of the sky, the earth, his members, himself. he’s not super confident in his looks but he pushes himself TO be. he tells himself every day that’s he’s handsome!! and he’s RIGHT!!! hes so kindhearted and warm. he probably gives the BEST hugs and cuddles. and he’s not boring either!!!!! it’s rly hard to find someone so sweet and kind but FUNNy and entertaining!! he’s such a dork and isn’t afraid to show it ,,holy frick frack pally wack dally dack ding dong do i love park freaking jinwoo

Lovers’ Paradox.

Every time he gloats over you, you just want to punch him in the face to shut him up. With your fist or maybe with your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure which one to use yet. Possibly both.

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff
type: enemies to lovers / police au
word count: 10,542 words
warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos
author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist​ (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)

bangtan police unit: a collab with @gukstudio


Lieutenant Min Yoongi had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan Police Station.

The crisp sheets of paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged papers and the dark ink.

Three rapid knocks are heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”

“Organized Crime sent their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders they’ve been tracking, and—”

“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me it’s—”

“Guess I’m stuck with you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t, so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”

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anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU where Lena covers up her mark because she doesn't want to be rejected by her soulmate too

Most people in the world don’t have soul marks, because most people in the world don’t need a soulmate. Lionel is drunk when he explains this to Lena, though she won’t realize that until she’s much older, looking back on the memory with all the clarity of an adult.

“Some people are a little easier to love than we are, Lena,” he tells her heavily. “It doesn’t take anyone special to do it - there are thousands of people who could love them. But you’re like me, I’m afraid - you’re damn smart, but you’re never going to be lovable.”

He shows Lena his soul mark, a thin geometric shape on his collar, and Lena traces her tiny fingers over it, curious. It doesn’t look like hers at all - hers is on her stomach, made up of soft curves and swoops that remind her somehow of birds.

She is only 5 years old, and she’s only been living with the Luthors for a year. She is pleased to be invited into Lionel’s big study, with the heavy tan globe that she can spin around on its heavy base. She is pleased to hear him say that she is like him, and to find out they have something in common. It feels a little like belonging.

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We are very proud to present to you for the very first time The Artbook in its all it’s gold-foil embossed glory. This is the finished book and we could not be more proud of how it has turned out.

The quality of this mammoth hardback is just breathtaking and the content inside is stunning from the first page to the last.

We will start packaging everything up next week now that everything has finished printing and we will post more updates as and when we have them.

As always, thanks for your patience and support, and we love seeing your reactions so let us know what you think :)

Thanks,

Sasha, Sarah, and Sasha (S3) xxx

destiny

Originally posted by parkers-myth

requested by: @dimplesandcutesmiles

summary: Tom believes in destiny, you do not. But when the two of you keep running into one another too many times to be coincidental, he pursues it–despite your firm anti-fate beliefs. 

pairings: tom holland x reader 

word count: 1.6k

warnings: just an assload of fluff and one swear word

a/n: this is for one of my dearest friends, i hope you love it darling! again, i’m so sorry it took longer than expected, here you go babe!! 


“I’ve got a bagel here for ‘[Y/N]’,” the barista called out, pushing your breakfast across the serving bar where your hungry fingers nearly snatched the bag away.

“Thank you so much!” you said cheerily as you left the coffee shop you went to every morning before class, pulled your scarf tighter around you in the chilly, morning air. As you started walking in the direction of campus, you opened the bag to pull your bagel out.

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Hello everyone!

Because of all of your hard work last year and the enthusiasm this year, we’re both excited to announce Pynch Week 2017!

Participating is easy! From the survey, this year the week from Saturday 29th July until Saturday 5th August is going to be PynchWeek. Each day we will give you three prompts a day to use any way you want to! Write fic, create fanart, headcanons, playlists, cosplay, gifsets etc. any type of content you can think of.

Once uploaded, please tag it with #pynchweek and/or #pynchweek17 and we’ll reblog it!

2017 prompts are as follows:

Day 1 (29th July): Something old // Something new // Something borrowed
Day 2 (30th July): Musicals AU // Pirates AU // Superhero AU
Day 3 (31st July): “Am I dreaming?” // “What are you doing here?” // “Dance with me”
Day 4 (1st August): Social media // College // Fake dating
Day 5 (2nd August): Northern Lights // Dreamscape // Stars
Day 6 (3rd August): Fireflies // Language // Elements
Day 7 (4th August): Road trip // Accidental baby acquisition // First time
Day 8 (5th August): Free choice!

You can use one or two or all three at a time, it’s your choice. However, prompts are simply to be used as guidelines – if you want to do your own thing, go ahead! A few of you even suggested prompts we’ve done before in 2016 (like fairy tale!) so feel free to be inspired by those too!

We want this to be safe for everyone, so we only ask three things of you:

  1. Stealing is completely forbidden and will be reported, please don’t do it.
  2. Please avoid any kind of ship hate and/or bringing down someone else’s work, we’re all here to have fun.
  3. Tag your nsfw! Consider how some people may not want to see it.


HUGE shoutout to the wonderful @theshardsofmyheart for letting us use her fantastic art. Check her blog out, everything is just as stunning!

That’s it! All the information is already in the blog, you can access it any time you may need it, and feel free to shoot us a question there if you have it!
We hope you enjoy this as much as we are, and we hope it’s as successful as last year. Have fun, spread the word!

Prompts // Rules // FAQ


~ Estrella and Andrea

@lostgansey and @ravenboyparrish