gazing at their hand holding

a list of klance things that happened that i forget actually happened and aren’t fanon:

  • “i’ll stick yOU IN A WORMHOLE”
  • that forehead touch thing after ‘shut ur quiznak’
  • that entire scene where they’re blindfolded and in their lions and keith & lance are racing each other
    • “you still goin keith”
      “you know it”
  • the iconique ~bonding moment~
    • keith, kneeling down and grabbing lance’s hand, and HOLDING IT as they fuckign gaze longingly at each other 
    • “we did it,,,, we are a good team”
  • “we had A BONDING MOMENT. I CRADLED YOU IN MY ARMS” 
  • “haha. hey lance, i got ur lion back”
    • “thank u keith, now can u come and unchain me”
      “whats that i, uhh,, ur cutting out i cant,, i cant hear u”
      “oh CMON i thought we BONDED,, keith,,,, buddy,,,,, my MAN
  • that entire scene where they work together from “cool your jets, keith” to “na na na boo boo”,,,, good shit
    • their like generic old married couple banter when theyre trying to cut open the ceiling
    • lance trying to communicate to keith non verbally and keith not getting it but still figuring out the plan and them still kicking ass together,,,, thanks sm
  • when the castle was going ~apples & bananas~ and keith managed to show up at the perfect time to save lance’s ass
  • heh,,,,,,, like that? ;)
  • two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay
    • that elevator scene feels like a fever dream but people genuinely took the time to animate it and i, for one, am thankful
    • keith, still shirtless: i got u covered,,,, i uh- i dont got u
  • keith: we need to focus
  • lance: wE nEeD tO fOcUs

“Are you ready to go?” Jack asks, waiting by the front door and Bitty comes out of their bedroom. 

“Yep,” Bitty replies, smiling happily as he holds up their grocery list. “I was just adding a few more things to the list,”

Jack can’t stop himself, smiling teasingly as he says, “What, we don’t have enough butter already?”

Bitty rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a grin. “You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Bitty tells him, reaching up to give him a light flick on the nose. 

“You know I’m hilarious,” Jack says, his nose scrunched up adorably and Bitty doesn’t think it’s possible to love the man more than he does now. 

“Sure thing, Rock-lord,” Bitty replies, gigging at the loud groan that Jack always gave when that name happened to pop up. 

The apartment door is locked and the two of them make their way down to the front entrance of the building. As soon as they’re outside, Jack suddenly stops and Bitty turns to look at him, confused and a bit concerned. 

“Jack, are you okay?” Bitty asks, and Jack stays quiet for a moment before reaching out. Bitty doesn’t stop him when Jack entwines their fingers together, in fact, he squeezes back when Jack’s grip tightens ever so slightly. 

“We can hold hands in public now,” Jack says, sounding a little in awe, and Bitty immediately remembers two nights ago, when they revealed their relationship to the whole world. 

Around them, no one even gives them a second glance as people go about their daily lives and it feels so incredibly good. It feels so amazing and so goddamn freeing that Bitty releases a few pearls of laughter, his smile so wide that his cheeks begin to hurt. 

Jack’s grin is the same, his cheeks flushed with happiness as he gazes down at Bitty. 

“We can hold hands in public now,” Bitty repeats, and Jack’s grin turns into a warm smile as he leans down and presses a light but sweet kiss onto Bitty’s lips. 

They can hold hands in public now.

y3daner  asked:

top ten times yuuri katsuki broke the internet

Top Ten Times Yuuri Katsuki Broke The Internet:

10) The day that Viktor impulse bought a piano and then posted a video of Yuuri playing it and singing quietly which was when everyone found out that Yuuri could play and also sang like an angel. The general reaction was ‘is there anything this guy can’t do?’ to which Viktor’s reply was ‘no.’

9) When Yuuri and Viktor got their new labradoodle puppy together the first the world knew about it was a picture of Yuuri on the floor in a puppy pile with Vicchan, Makkachin and the new puppy and it was so adorable it went viral instantly

8) The ‘not if, when’ moment talked about in chapter 1 of ‘obs&bh’ because that was one of the big kick off moments for the rivalry image

7) When Yuuri skated onto the ice to ice dance with Viktor for the Stammi Vicino duet which was Viktor’s exhibition piece the year after the events of chapter 14

6) The first time Yuuri ever did a shirtless photoshoot (with Viktor because Viktor knew he would be more comfortable doing it if it was both of them so he offered to do it too). It was all very classy and most of the photos involved the two of them together and 90% of the internet had one of the ‘do I want to be one of them or be between them’ crises  

5) A video of an 11 year old Yuuri skating the ‘O mio babbino caro’ routine, aka Viktor’s JGP routine, that he released to the public. This was after they were together but before the world really knew what caused the rivalry in the first place and so everyone completely freaked out because kid-Katsuki was adorably replicating one of Viktor’s routines but the first time Katsuki came into the spotlight he seemed to hate Viktor so what did this mean??? It created so many conspiracy theories.

4) When Yuuri co-wrote a book telling his and Viktor’s story. In interviews and things before they had spoken a bit about what had lead up to The Kiss and their lives but it was the first time the whole, unabridged and completely accurate story was known and the first time anyone knew about the original cause of the rivalry. It was a brutally honest book and very compelling, telling both sides of the story (Viktor contributed a lot but Yuuri already knew his side by heart at that point) and became a huge bestseller.

3) The wedding announcement although again, who proposed and how is currently a secret

2) The main wedding photo that they released. It was a private ceremony because they lived a lot of their life in the public eye and Yuuri wanted something that was just for them so friends and family only. There were a couple of pictures from guests but they only released one official photo. It was taken at the altar of the two of them holding hands and gazing into each others eyes and they looked so ridiculously happy and in love that it finally killed the last of the rumours about them and made everyone who had doubted it believe that Yes, they were actually that in love because no-one could fake that

1) The Kiss

maenads in ancient literature: wild unbound hair, crowned in snakes, frenzied, rip animals and people apart with bare hands
maenads in neoclassical paintings: immaculately coiffed, soft gaze, vulnerable pose, holding a thyrsus with languid hands

So this is thanks to @wheeloffortune-design’s art/AU proposal about a world where Jack doesn’t play hockey and is a chubby history nerd. I got thinking about him as Bitty’s French tutor who got dragged unwillingly into a Youtube series, and @udnoestaaqui proposed that the series’ viewers had trouble figuring out if it were fiction or reality, and well…. (Thanks to Talhi for help with the French!)


You really can’t blame them for wondering. Jack Zimmermann has an online photography portfolio that says he’s doing a minor in Fine Arts at Samwell, and he (along with Larissa Duan) is listed as a camera operator for fellow Samwell student B. Knight’s self-produced documentary Patriarchy In/Action. Fans can point out that there are camera angles and tricks he seems to enjoy in his photography that are used in Cuisiner en Français but have never been seen before in Check Please!  It would make sense if a long-time Youtuber like Bitty had teamed up with a fellow Samwell student and budding auteur and tried to make the next social media sensation.

Not to mention? It’s so meta. It works on so many levels.

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Protection (Chris Evans x FemReader) Fluff

Originally posted by ncoleys

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): Boi this is probably the quickest I have ever made a plot lordy

Request:  33, 48 with Chris Evans

33. Just hold my hand

48. I’m never letting go

Warnings: Yo, protective Chris comes with fluff

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Strolling wasn’t uncommon for an New Yorker. Especially both (Y/n) and Chris, walks around town were mandatory.

Even when it was eccentrically hot, as was it today.

Heat bringing jeans lower in (Y/n)’s fancy, she decided on a polite sun dress that she chose because it fit her body type well and she felt settled in it.

Chris went with a cute pair of simple board shorts and a grey t-shirt that had a short v-neckline.

“Look,” (Y/n) cheered softly as the pair passed a fresh fruit stand “These strawberries look like you, Chrispy!”

Chris smiled at the given pet name and turned to look at said berries.

“Oh, and how’s that?” He pondered aloud.

“Sun burnt and shiny with sweat.” the girl laughed.

“Oh ha ha.” Chris mocked and began to walk away “You hurt me in various ways, (L/n).”

“That’s my job, slick.”

She giggled and re-joined Chris on his right side. Her skirt flaring peacefully as she skipped.

It wasn’t long after when (Y/n) started to get uneasy.

“Oh damn, what’s good sexy?”

They both could hear it, and they both knew it was directed towards (Y/n).

“Oooo, nice tits!”

She began to bow her head.

Chris didn’t even give it a second thought before he decided to help. The actor was never around when anyone took the time to attack (Y/n); he kicked himself for that. A thought floated across his mind of what might have happened if he hadn’t been there then and now. He was ultimately appalled.

“Hold my hand.” he whispered to her, kind urgence in his voice. Chris wanted to make this as simple as he could.

“What..?” (Y/n) asked in a solemn tone. She quaintly fixated her gaze on his face.

“Just hold my hand.”

“Alright….” she agreed and tied her hand with his own.

The comments were actually quick to die back. Maybe from the menacing wall upon Chris’s expression; that stayed unknown to the girl.

(Y/n) was really thankful. And honestly, so was Chris.

He had a silent duty where he felt the need to protect (Y/n). He knew in God’s name she was more than capable of being assertive but she was at the same time too kind.

“Chris,” she mumbled and squeezed his fingers in recognition.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“I appreciate what you did back there. A lot.” (Y/n) continued “Thank you.”

“Never thank me for doing my part.” Chris smiled.

You grinned back whole heartedly.

“But your hand, Chrispy.” she commented, looking down at their hands still tied soundly.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, (nickname),” Chris laughed “I’m never letting go.”

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(A/n): lmao this is actually pretty shit, wow

We Don’t Talk Anymore

Originally posted by the9397

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (feat. Jimin or the other way around??)

Word Count: 2.469

A/N: this was requested before I went on hiatus when jungkook released the cover but I just now had the time to write it. I hope you enjoy it!

also I didn’t proof read yet, I’m too lazy rn please bare with me


Strolling down the street, head down, you made your way to your university. One arm clutched around the cup of coffee and the other one gripping your bag tightly, knuckles turning white. The tension in your body was eating you out alive, making it impossible to function properly. 

A piercing sound made its way to your ears, causing you to flinch and letting your cup fall to the ground. The coffee splattered all across the sidewalk, passersby throwing you judging looks while your hand roamed through your pockets, searching for the device that was equivalent to the noise that startled you.

Finally being able to grasp it in between your shaking fingers, you held it to you ear, taking a deep breath. 

“Hello?”

“Hey babe, how’s your morning?”, his voice echoed through the device, sounding too eager for your still sleepy state.

“Mhh fine”, you mumbled while trying to dodge other passersby on the sidewalk that walked in the opposite direction. “You just startled me and I accidentally spilled all my coffee on the floor.” 

A pout formed on your lips as you realized you’d had to survive the whole day without your daily cup of sweet bitterness to give you a boost of energy. Your day was practically ruined.   

His angelic laugh made a smile appear on your face and you felt your heart flutter at that sound. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you (Y/N)”, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. “I’ll come by after your first period and bring you a new one, does that sound good?”

You sighed in defeat. “Jimin, it’s not that big of a deal, don’t worry. It’s just coffee”, you laughed. “I can survive without it.”

His grin was practically audible through the phone. “No, you wouldn’t (Y/N) and we both know that. Your unbearable without your morning coffee. I’ll be there.” 

Walking through the gates of your university, you nodded to some acquaintances and smiled. “How do I even deserve you Park Jimin? Thank you, really.”

He laughed. “Anything for my princess. Now go get to your class, we’ll see each other in a bit!”

You giggled and hung up before letting your phone slide back into your bag and taking a seat in the back row. Still in a lovely daze, you started to unpack and placed your paper and pen in front of you, ready to take notes for once during this lecture. It was one of the hardest to concentrate at and even though you told yourself each time before class to focus, that it’s important for your future, it always ended in a disaster. Not once had you been able to listen to what the professor said, let alone take notes. Your nerves were wrecked every time after class and the only thing that could calm you down was Jimin.

All of a sudden your hackles raised and you knew he was in the same room. He had entered and was looking directly at you, making your whole body react to his gaze even though you hadn’t looked at him yet. You didn’t have to turn to his direction to know that he was there. Your body knew. 

Nervously, you started chewing on your bottom lip and kneading your hands together, trying to hold your gaze to the front. If you looked, this lecture wouldn’t be different from all the others. You had to concentrate. You had to stay strong, You had to stay focused. 

A light breeze made goosebumps appear on your arms and your heart started aching when the smell of his cologne hit your nose. Slowly you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply and remembering…


“I could stay like this forever, you know. You, me and this bed”, his deep early morning voice lulled you in. You softly hummed in response, snuggling closer to his chest and inhaling his unique scent. Butterflies danced in the pit of your stomach and electricity shot through your body wherever his fingers decided to caress your naked skin. 

“Of course we’d need to hire someone then to cook for us, otherwise we’d starve to death”, he added, making you giggle. Your eyes shot up and his hands started playing with your hair while looking at you lovingly.

You loved moments like these. He treated you like the most precious thing anyone could ever hold. He made you feel like the Queen on Earth that nobody could ever compare to. You felt safe and loved. All of his being was devoted to you in those few seconds and you couldn’t think of any better feeling than that. His arms were your home. His eyes were your savior. His lips your treasure. He was everything to you and you were everything to him. 

Just the two of you.

“We could just hire Jin. I bet he’d gladly cook for his youngest child, making sure he doesn’t starve to death”, he laughed at your comment, placing soft kisses all over your face.

“I could never starve to death with you in my arms”, he muttered and you playfully hit his chest, making him gasp in fake shock.

“Geez, you’re so cheesy sometimes”, you said while hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Only for you (Y/N)”, he laughed, pulling you closer, enwrapping you in his scent. 

Heaven was nothing compared to his arms.


A high pitched giggle made you come back from your memories and you turned your head to the source of noise, eyebrows furrowed and heart aching. One of your classmates was sitting on his lap, throwing her head back and laughing dramatically while he grinned silently, hands placed on her waist and softly tickling her.

“Stop it Jungkook, you know how ticklish I am!”, she squealed, playfully hitting his arms and smiling widely at him. 

“I know, that’s why I’m doing it”, he answered before continuing his mission.

The professor turned his microphone on, making the girl slide back onto her chair and Jungkook turn his gaze away from her, smile fading instantly. His eye bags looked horrible, eyes sad, almost emotionless. His face was pale and lips chapped. All life seemed to be sucked out of him, just like you were feeling. 

His gaze went up and your eyes met, locking for a small eternity. You saw the blood rush through his veins back to his face again, giving his cheeks a pink tint, eyes sprinkling with all kinds of emotions and lips turning to a nostalgic smile. Your heart fluttered just like it used to with a mix of a painful feeling that seemed as if someone was slamming a knife into it over and over again. Your eyes started to water but you couldn’t tear your gaze away from him. He seemed to suck you in, not letting you go no matter how hard you tried to focus on your professor instead of Jungkook.

Until the girl nudged him in the side and he flinched, breaking eye contact and making you release the breath you didn’t even know you were holding. Quickly, you turned to the front, grabbing pen and paper and eagerly starting to write down whatever the professor was telling. Your mind was still in another dimension but your just automatically wrote everything down that you got a glimpse of. You could feel Jungkook’s stare from the other side of the room, yet you didn’t act on it. It burned holes into your ski but you stayed focused - or at least you tried to.

Throughout the whole lecture you could feel his gaze on you, so when class was finally over, you quickly grabbed your things together and ran out of the lecture hall. Almost running into your boyfriend who was waiting in front of the door, Jimin grabbed your wrist before you could splash the second coffee all over both of you.

“Wow there, slow down”, he laughed and placed a small kiss on your lips, handing you the coffee. 

You grabbed it thankfully, shooting him an apologetic smile and embracing him in a tight hug. That was all you needed in that moment. No coffee, no nothing. Just Jimin holding you tight.

He sensed that and pulled you close, still standing in the middle of the hallway, softly caressing your back, placing a kiss on top of your head. You stayed like that for a while before you looked up at him and gently smiled.

“Thank you”, you spoke, making him look a little lost.

“For what?”, Jimin asked and raised an eyebrow.

You chuckled. “Everything.”

That’s when a huge smile spread across his face, pulling you close into his arms again and softly rocking you from side to side, holding you like you were his world.

And you were. 


“Jimin!”, you called for him from your bedroom, looking at yourself in the mirror while adjusting the tight dress, already looking for a pair of shoes to wear.

His figure appeared in the door frame a second later and he looked at you questioningly. “What’s up?”

You stopped in your tracks and pulled another dress out of your wardrobe.

“Which one should I wear tonight? This black one from when we ate dinner with your parents in that really fancy Italian restaurant or the red one that I’m wearing right now?”, you turned to face him and saw his face. 

“When did you get this dress (Y/N)?”, his eyes were big and mouth slightly open, hands scratching his neck - a habit he had when he was nervous. 

“Mhh I don’t quite remember”, you said while he bit down on his lips, gaze wandering up and down your body. But boy, did you remember….


“(Y/N) have you seen m-”, Jungkook stopped in his tracks as he stepped into your bedroom, seeing you standing there in the gift he got you.

“I see you already tried your Valentine’s gift on”, he smirked before placing his bag down onto the floor and making his way over to where you were standing. His hands gently caressed the material of the dress, following your curves, exploring it as if it was all new to him. 

You hummed in response and turned back to the mirror in front of you, Jungkook holding you from behind. A smirk was placed on your lips as he started leaving sloppy kisses on your neck, biting down every once in a while.

“You know, I was wondering if this dress was maybe more of a gift for yourself than for me”, you jokingly teased, making him smirk onto your skin before sliding his hands down your body to the hem of the dress.

“I’m not gonna lie, it is a pretty convenient gift don’t you think? You get something new to wear as you always complain that you don’t have enough nice things to wear and I get to look at you in it”, cocked his eyebrows at you. “And occasionally taking if off of you again”, he winked into the mirror, making you laugh and turn to face him again.

“I thought you had practice tonight”, you smirked, letting your index finger slide down his toned chest covered by one of his typical white shirts. Purposely you pressed your body against his, letting him feel every single curve of yours.

“They won’t mind if I’m late. After all it’s still Valentine’s Day and we didn’t get to the best part of today yet, did we?”, he leaned in before you could answer but you knew you didn’t need to answer. He knew your response anyway.


Hand in hand you stepped into the restaurant, your heels clacking on the floor while the waiter led the way to the already full table. Heads turned to the two of you but you tried your best to ignore it. Jimin squeezed your hand, sensing how uncomfortable you were feeling. You looked at him and he smiled at you reassuringly, making a smile appear on your lips as well.

As you arrived on the table, everybody greeted you happily before you sat down on the bench side, next to Hoseok who was already smiling at you brightly, making you feel more at ease than you would have thought. He was he definition of an angel and could make anybody happy, no matter in what kind of mood they were in. 

Jimin was sat to your left, so when you accidentally kicked someone’s feet underneath the table while adjusting your seating position, your gaze automatically shot up to dramatically apologize until you met his eyes.

He looked at you as if he was trying to take a mental photograph, regret washing over his face and small tears well up before he could blink them away.

“You look really beautiful tonight (Y/N)”, he complimented you, while holding eye contact, searching for something specific in your eyes. 

“You really do (Y/N! I really love your dress, where did you get it from?”, the girl from your lecture, his girlfriend, asked you. An honest smile was plastered on her face and she seemed sincerely interested.

You smiled back at her. “Thank you! Sadly, I don’t remember where I got this from… I think it might have been a gift or something”, you smiled apologetically and she shrugged before turning her attention back to Taehyung who was sitting on her other side.

As your gaze wandered away from her you noticed Jungkook’s expression. His jaw was clenched, hands hidden under the table but you were sure they were tensed as well. His eyes full of hurt, he glared at you before sinking his look and you noticed a small tear rolling down his cheek that he was quick to wipe away before anybody else noticed. 

At his sight, your heart started to ache like it was about to burn down in flames and every inch of your body longed for his touch. You wanted to comfort him and tell him that of course you did remember. That you could never forget, not him and not anything he had done for you.      

You flinched when Jimin placed his soft hand on your thigh, making you turn your attention to him. 

“Are you okay?”, he asked concerned, motioning to your tensed posture. 

“Yes Chimchim, I’m fine”, you faked a giggle, making him sigh in relief and place a soft kiss on your lips before turning his attention back to Jin who had started to tell his famous jokes. 

You shot Jungkook one last look before turning to Hoseok and starting a conversation with him. You had to distract yourself otherwise you’d go crazy in a matter of minutes.

You hoped that Jungkook would do the same. Distract himself. Do something else than stare at you throughout the whole night.

Jimin couldn’t find out. Nobody could find out.

©jiminelli

In His Dorm, In His Room

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: The inner-workings of your relationship with a dance partner, friend, and crush, Jeon Jungkook.

{credit to original photo} [Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5]

The adrenaline still ran through your veins as your dance instructor permitted you guys to “disperse” from the atrium. Your dance group, along with all the others, had a ‘pow wow’ where you performed the pieces you would dance at the showcase only just a month away. Your mind drowned in the hoots and hollers of the other performers as they watched your group perform, it was a well-needed confidence boost.

Jungkook was at your side in an instant as you gathered your belongings, putting on your sweater.

“So, you were pretty amazing today,” he complimented shyly. You smirked.

“Really, for which group?” Both you and Jungkook belonged to one dance group, Dance From Motion (DFM), while Jungkook belonged to Tertiary Movement and you also danced for Evolution of Dance (EoD).

He gathered his backpack, following you though he should have been the one leading the way. “Both, idiot. You’re an incredible dancer.”

You heart warmed at the compliment. “Thanks. You were pretty amazing, too.”

His smile fell and you instantly thought of what you could have said wrong. “Really? I wasn’t feeling the set for Tertiary.” You nodded instantly, having an idea of what he meant.

“You look a little bit uncomfortable when the couple dances of the set come in.”

He shrugged while nodding at your critique. “Maybe it’s because I’d rather have someone else all up on me for those parts of the set.” He bent towards you, wiggling his eyebrow suggestively as you rolled your eyes. It was no guess that he liked you, and you liked him back. You had already had that conversation with him, but neither of you said anything about it after your confessions. You guys had, what you believed, a healthy flirtationship.

“Either way,” you countered, “you need to get into it. It’s not like I can take the girl’s place just cause you want me in there.” His silence only made you think he was actually considering that as a possibility, so you quickly changed the subject. “Are you going back to your dorm?”

Jungkook nodded as you walked outside to the fresh, cool autumn air. “Jin is making dinner tonight. You wanna come over? Or will it be too late for you?” You were a commuter on campus, meaning you didn’t live there but came to class from home everyday. It was only 8pm, not too late. You gave a confirmation that coming over wouldn’t hinder you at all.

You got to the dorm building in less than 10 minutes; the trek there has gotten easier since the first time, seeing you’ve frequented Jungkook’s dorm countless times. You’d already met his other six roommates, and they’ve grown accustomed to your company.

“[Y/n]!” You heard Seokjin exclaim as you followed Jungkook inside. The other boys were in the living room, as well, playing video games and conversing with one another. The others greeted you as you did them, and Seokjin called you over to their small kitchen.

“I already baked the cornbread muffins,” he said with a low tone, as if it was a secret. Before you could either decline or accept, he slipped the muffin into your hands, staring at the guys in the living room to make sure none of them were looking.

“So, what’s wrong with my face, exactly?” Jungkook asked, stealing a bite from the small muffin as you dropped your stuff into the corner of his room. It was rather expansive, meant to fit two beds, but there was an odd number of boys, and he lucked out as the last addition to their roommate arrangement.

You plopped into the seat by his desk as he pulled another chair from by his bed. “You just weren’t convincing me, y’know?” He shook his head, silently saying he didn’t know.

“The song, the dance, it’s all sensual,” you explained. “It’s about the tease, making them follow you not only with your movements, but with your face.”

He sat quietly, letting your words marinate properly, before he finally looked with a grin. “You maybe want to demonstrate what you mean?”

You shrugged, getting up to go to your bookbag and retrieve your phone, already scrolling through the songs.

“Woah, what are you doing?” Jungkook questioned, watching as you placed your phone on his desk and you stood in front of him.

“Lapdance,” you answered nonchalantly. “Lap dances are all about the tease. They’re very powerful.” You waited patiently, watching as he measured how serious you were. Seeing your sincere, leveled expression, he nodded.

“There’s only one rule: no touching,” you state, shuffling from foot to foot as the music slowly builds. The beginning is on the longer side, and fortunately so, since your rule ignites curiosity out of Jungkook.

“Is that, like, an actual rule?” His head cocked to the side, eyes trained on yours and attentive on getting answers. “How do you know that? Who else have you given lap dances to?” His genuine wonder made you smirked before giving a heavy sigh of exasperation before focusing again.

“Are you jealous? Do you not want me to continue?” He shifted in his seat at your threat of stopping before you even started. You allowed the music, amplified by the hard surface of his wooden desk, to take over once again, your swaying becoming more pronounced with every beat.

It starts off as an act - the sensual swing of your hips, the arch in your back, the way your hands fell limp as they slid down your neck and lightly down your chest - all of it was just to get into the mood, more focused on the way the music controls your movements. Your eyes had closed when your act started, the spotlight you imagined shining down on you all behind your closed eyelids. But as you open and meet the fire burning in his brown eyes, it’s simply not an act anymore.

Soon your hands are burning a trail that his eyes ignite, a fire that flickers to life in your stomach as your movements become more purposeful, exact. He’s guiding you to drag your feet forward with the longing in his expression, but you’re the one still in control, the one on top. You slide your knee to the chair, grateful it’s big enough so you can maneuver without having to touch him so excessively. You’re there, knees digging into the plush cushion of the chair as you straddle him, hovering over him and holding his intense gaze. Your hands rest at his shoulders, moving the small distance to settle at the crook of his neck. You see his hands twitch on his lap, and you’re quick to remind him, “No touching.”

“But you’re touching me,” he argues with the slightest hint of a whine in his voice.

“Keep your hands to yourself unless I say so. That’s how this works in the real world,” you pause, moving your hips back and forth and letting your head fall to the side with a heavy breath, “so this is how it’ll work in here.”

He pouts, his eyes unable to keep from roaming over your motions, begging for more. “You’re really no fun, [y/n].”

Even with his complaining in the beginning, soon you’ve gotten his full attention, entranced with the way your thighs lowered you ever so slightly, just a hair away from grazing his lap. You could forgive the burn in your thighs from all the work when you saw his jaw slackened from awe, staring intensely with a hitch in his breath every time your hips went down. You let one of your hands move down his chest, his skin burning through the thin fabric of his shirt. Your eyes followed your hand, glancing up through your lashes to see he did so as well. He was still in the palm of your hands, right where you needed him.

His throat bobbed with the heavy gulp as you took his hand in yours, placing it firmly on your hip, his palm damp from heat. Almost unconsciously, his thumb slid under the hem of your shirt, aching for more contact than he was allowed. You stilled, a glare burning your gaze before you yanked at the collar of his shirt until it pulled over his head and threw it to the side. You weren’t sure how long you could keep up this act, what with the rise and fall of his chest giving away his desire as much as his tensing muscles as you continued to caress softly at his torso.

Your skin began to prickle with heat and sweat under your efforts; you took both his hands, placing them on his hips before letting your arms wrap around his neck, your mouth moving to his neck, nipping at the skin before whispering, “Do you what you want,” before dropping into his lap, sharing a groan as you ground heavily against his hard member through both layers of clothing.

He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you in tighter as you continued your grind, while the other moved over your skin, sliding up your thigh, making its way up your torso, your skin jumping under his blazing touch. He grabbed at your breast as he bucked upwards, sending a jolt through your core that brought a moan to your lips, muffled by the burning skin of his neck. He twisted his face, catching your lips with his as he ground against you. The song had ended, you noticed through the lust-filled fog of your brain, and the room grew quiet safe for the smack of your lips, the heavy breathing as you both tried to grab onto air without breaking apart.

Your grip on his neck grew tighter as you slid your body against the hard planes of his, trying to get as much friction out of your current position. Nothing was enough, and a whine escaped between the sloppy kisses. His hand slid back down your waist, hand pushing at the hem of your shirt and you leaned back just a tad so he could keep his hands moving up and up-

“Yo, it got way too quiet in here!” Taehyung bellowed, bursting through the door with a huge grin on his face before his eyes bugged at the sight before him. You jerked away, losing your balance and falling to the floor with a dull thump against the hard carpet. Taehyung’s eyes flashed between you and Jungkook, before laughing, doubling over from where he was half inside the room. “I can’t believe I actually walked in on something, holy shit!” He continued his laugh before shaking his head and leaving the room, closing the door.

You and Jungkook shared a sigh, thinking the interruption was finally gone. But, alas, there was a yell right outside the door.

“Whenever you get your shirt on, dinner is ready!”

You huffed out a laugh, more amused by your initial embarrassment than anything else. You finally meet Jungkook’s gaze and your eyes trail down his body until you see the hard-on showing so visibly in his tight jeans and you deflate because there’s no way you can do anything now.

“I should probably go.” You find your voice to be rather low and small since it fills the room so easily. When your statement receives only silence, you nod and stand up, stretching out your legs and not letting yourself walk as if your knees were bent for too long. You grab your sweater and book bag, heading to the door when Jungkook finally reacts, standing in front of the door before you can reach the handle.

“You don’t...have to go,” he says, his voice wavering with his still heavy breathing. You lick at your lips to hide the smirk, watching his bare chest move and the way he shifts from foot to foot faintly with his body still reacting to your makeout session.

You used your finger to push him aside, enjoying how easily he let you pass. “Just use what I did,” you said as you opened the door. “It’s not just the moves, it’s the facials. I hope you were paying attention.”

The light clicked in his head as he watched the way your teeth grazed your lip. “Yeah, I’m a fast learner,” he said. You waved your goodbyes to the guys sitting in the living room as you walked towards the door, not showing how obvious their stares were as they watched a shirtless Jungkook escort you to the door.

He opened the door for you. “I promise to show you what I learned tomorrow in practice,” he paused, gnawing at the inside of his cheek, “and maybe afterwards?” The hope in his eyes was too childlike for you not to giggle at. Goodness, what had this boy done to you?

“I’ll see you at practice, Kookie,” you cooed, walking towards the elevator.

Jungkook sighed as he watched you enter the elevator, closing the door and tugging at his pants again to try and relieve some pressure from his still ever-so-present issue. Taehyung poked his head from the  the corner of the living room before sashaying to his position against the door. He presented Jungkook with a bottle of water.

“You want this? You look a bit thirsty.” He barely got the joke out before he laughed out, doubling over again. Jungkook only cursed under his breath before heading back to his room. Your words echoed in his head: It’s about the tease, making them follow you not only with your movements, but with your face. The only thing that filled his head as he headed to the bathroom was the run of your tongue against your lips as your hand trailed down his chest.

“You gonna take care of something, Kookie?” Jimin called out, followed by a howl of laughter from the rest of the guys as he pushed on the bathroom door and slammed it shut. You’d played the tease until the very end and one day he’d pay you back.


*A/N: Since this is a repost, Part 2 will be coming soon ^-^*

Let Me Go

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Yes! the lovely @getupoffathathang sent this in when I asked for angst prompts! (it won’t let me tag :( )

Prompt: “I gave up my life to see you make it and now look at me…”

Words: 1.6k+

Part One | Part Two

A/N: Well, heres fic 3 of 3 for this random weekend of constant posting! I hope you guys like it! Thank you @helplesslylins for being my beta! I love you all!

Tags: @tempfixeliza @diggs4life @daveeddiggsit @daveedish @americanrevelation @imagineham @patron-saintof-sluts (hello my fellow Daveed hoes, dont kill me!)


It took you a month to come to this decision. You didn’t necessarily want to do this but you had to. You were still trying to come up with a way to tell Daveed, so instead of cherishing the short time you had with him, you were pushing your food around your plate with your fork as Daveed talked to you about a trick he played on his castmates while on set for a movie he was filming.

“Babe? Are you alright? You haven’t eaten anything or talked since we sat down.” Daveed asked, setting down his glass of water.

You mustered up a smile, trying to keep things calm for as long as you can.

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Headcanon: (Based on this post)

The reason Wonder Woman doesn’t often officiate weddings, is because she’s too well known now and she firmly believes that on their special day, the individuals vowing to spend their lives together should take center stage.

One day though, after working with Kara to save National City, Kara asked Diana for a favor, and that’s how Wonder Woman came to officiate Alex and Maggie’s wedding.

Diana attempts to sneak out before the reception starts, but Kara catches up to her. Extremely grateful, Kara promises that this will be the only time she asks Diana for this kind of favor, and she has every intention of keeping that promise.

A few months, maybe a year later though, Kara contacts Diana again. Her tone is apologetic as she asks for another favor, but when Diana hears what the favor is, she of course says yes.

So Diana officiates Kara and Lena’s wedding. Most of its in English, the vows they exchange are in Kryptonese. Most of the audience can’t understand, but their tender tone of voice and each one’s tearful reaction to the other need no translation.

Clark is the one to walk Kara down the aisle, and give her away at the alter. Alex’s pregnancy is just starting to show, and while she smiles for all the photos, between shots she mutters loving curses at her sister. Getting dressed up for a wedding is bad enough, but of course there was no way Kara was going to let anyone else be her maid of honor. There a four cakes, because they all looked soooo pretty that Kara couldn’t decide, and each one was delicious, Kara defended. And in the end Lena would’ve spent every last cent she had to make this the best day of Kara’s life.

Diana tries to sneak out before the reception kicks off again, only this time she’s stopped by someone else. A pretty brunette catches her eye. Diana can tell by the way she carries herself that this woman is military, even in her beautifully elegant evening gown.

“Who’s that?” Diana asks Kara quietly, during a rare lull in the conversation. She’d caught the brunette’s eye by now, and they seem to each keep catching the other one noticing.

“Oh, that’s my friend, Lucy. C'mon, I’ll introduce you.”

And when they’re introduced, and they shake hands, and their gazes each hold the others’, Diana thinks, ‘great, who’s going to officiate this wedding?’

Preference 32: What He Does When You Try to Study

Requested by @duskypaintedveins. Hope you like it!!

Harry:

Harry love how open you are and when he gets tired of studying, he starts a deep conversation. You never know how it starts really but something strange always comes up, like your ability to rap (which you had to prove, of course.)

Ron:

Ron hates school work with a passion. He sits next to you and whines about how bored he is until you finally give up any attempt at work and do something else to shut him up. 

Fred:

Fred’s never been a studier. And when you try he attempts to convince you to do other things, kissing, pranks, anything really. And when you don’t go right away he picks you up and takes you with him.

George:

George, much like his twin, is not a fan of studying. He instead distracts you with very random, yet extremely fun games. Like (stupidly competitive) water fights, McGonagall did not care for the water wrinkled paper you turned in… 

Neville:

Neville doesn’t mind studying with you, too bad he always finishes way before you and distracts you by making funny faces. You never complain, because a case of the giggles is a wonderful study break.

Cedric:

Cedric makes an attempt to study, but then he looks at you and it’s all over. He gets distracted by just the look of you. When you look up your heart skips a beat because of the look in his eyes.

Oliver:

Oliver is the worst studier. He tries not to distract you, but he genuinely doesn’t get how to study anything but quidditch plays. You try to teach him to study, but somehow it never goes as planned.

Draco: 

Draco actually studies with you. But after awhile he decides that he really needs to hold your hand or he wont be able to read another word. Somehow he managed to read your mind, as you had been thinking the same thing.

4

You stop in your pace and look towards her. Recalling Naruto’s words,

“Listen, if you hold her hand… maybe she’ll get the message that y’know…” 

Even though Naruto, of all people, is the worst person to ask advice from, you think to yourself it couldn’t hurt to be a little more bold and hold her fucking hand. It’s not like you’re already trying to be bold but she hasn’t been noticing any of your previous gestures. 

You pause before looking away, holding up your hand to her gaze. 

Sakura’s eyes widen to your raised palm. 

Honestly, it really couldn’t hurt to hold hands, you’ve been wanting to do it for quite a w–

Sakura places her bag of groceries on the palm of your hand and smiles. 

“You didn’t have to Sasuke-kun, but if you insist!”

You then hear her giggle and she walks away.  

Your extended palm holds the groceries that Sakura bought earlier and you think to yourself, 

this is going to take some time. 


-but that’s ok. 

A Precursor to Trust

Sanada Nobuyuki/MC Fic
Rated Teen for suggestive themes, mild food play and general yandere-ness.
A oneshot of a character study of the latent yandere that is Sanada Nobuyuki.

I love Nobuyuki’s  first ES. The drinking bit was problematic, to say the least but for me, it was mitigated because the way his MC is written. I love her, she impresses me and therefore, you can say that this little fic here is mostly focusing on her and the dynamics between her and the manipulative lord she ended up marrying. I’m mixing up some elements from Shigezane/Nobuyuki’s ES. This will be dialogue heavy. Oh, and Nobuyuki is an unrepentant manipulative bastard here, hahaha. 

tagging @kitty-kat-ty , @otomehideout-indecentconfessions , @dreamfar628, @hajeema , @mrszala , @ihavetoomuchinterests , @lomololita , enjoy darlings! 



“I remember… it was just like this… that night,” she mumbled, pressing her face to his chest. “But I remember nothing else.”

Of course, she would not.

Their kiss then had started tentatively, with him taking advantage of catching a drop of amazake spilling out the corner of her mouth. Their kiss then was sweet with alcohol instead of fresh fruit.

Their kiss then had ended chastely with her falling asleep.

But he had made it appear like so much more. He had made it into a leverage to blackmail her into becoming his bride. He had claimed to have planted his seed in her. Then he had claimed her hand and her mother’s blessing.

“I took advantage of you.” I truly did.

“We’re drunk…” she mumbled into his chest.

“Yes, we were.” No, you were. I made you.

“Maybe, I took advantage of you…”

He chuckled. Because she had not.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” she looked at him, her eyes began to glaze with tears. “That’s what they’ve been saying.”

No.

His smile vanished. “Who told you that?”

She buried her face on his chest, refusing to say.

He enveloped her in his arms, and gently rocked her, soothing her.

“You shouldn’t listen to the servant’s idle chatter.” He would find these gossip-mongers and have them flogged and exiled.

“But.. But, Milord. Don’t you see? I could very well have done that. I could not remember a thing!” she sobbed. “A-and of course they would think of me so…I am a commoner weaseling my way to your bed and here I am named as your would-be wife like it was nothing! You don’t even know if I have your child inside of me.”

No. He did know. She could not have had his child inside her belly. Because he had never planted his seed in her.

Yet.

He planned to remedy that. And soon.



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Being in love with your mortal enemy is only acceptable when you’re under a spell.

Update: In the two and a half months or so since I read Carry On, my Word document of fanfiction is now just under 30,000 words long. … Though now that uni is back I probably won’t be writing as much (that said, I’ll probably think of some great new idea overnight that I can’t wait to start writing). Maybe I should write shorter fics. Anyway, here is 7.5k words of fluff.

SIMON:

‘I think I’ve finally got it,’ Penny announces while we’re at the breakfast table.

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Jealous

Pairing: Rafael x Reader

Requested?: Yes! I asked for angst prompts and got a great one from an Anon!

Prompt: “For once stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!” Daveed or Rafa

Words: 2k+

A/N: My first solo Rafael imagine! I didn’t think it would be this one but hey, life works in mysterious ways! I hope you guys enjoy! Also quick thanks to @helplesslylins for being my beta! 

Tags: @tempfixeliza @diggs4life @imagineham @americanrevelation @daveedish @daveeddiggsit @patron-saintof-sluts because yall are the biggest Rafa hoes I know

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit


Rafael was acting weird. That statement is one that everyone says often but it was a bad sort of weird. A weird that made you feel distant from your boyfriend. He started staying in the living room longer than usual, writing at all hours and disappearing without so much as a goodbye or a kiss. Confrontation wasn’t something you liked because it usually ended with tears and yelling instead of resolution. However, this behavior had been going on for a week now and you couldn’t recall the last time Rafael had kissed you on the lips. You could only bottle up your emotions so much before it became too much. Rafael was gone again, off to party with some friends for a birthday, leaving you home alone with your thoughts. You were a powder keg about to explode and the only thing that could help was talking about it. So you called over someone who would be able to 100% understand your situation. You jumped up as the doorbell rang, tugging down on the large Oakland shirt you washed that morning as you walked to the front door and opened it.

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Pointless  [ J.T ]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Request: 37 and 77 for Jason Todd And 133 for Damian Please and thank you

Prompts: 

  • 37: “Dance with me!”
  • 77: “Are you jealous?”

From This Prompts List

Word Count: 785 

Warnings: None

Tagging: @chuckennuggets1213 @speedypan @alwaysinnarnia @just-a-girl-maybe

A/N: Here you go Anon! Hope this is okay! I enjoyed writing this too. :)

Masterlist

“Dance with me!”

Jason shakes his head, smiling as he swirls around the drink in his glass. He chuckles mumbling to you that he didn’t want to dance at the moment. All he wanted to do was watch you. You were dressed up for the gala, your hair done and your makeup done with precision. Your dress was tight and loose in all the right places, the bright red colour popping against your skin. God, did Jason love it.

But tonight, he wasn’t the only one who loved the way you looked.

You had accompanied Jason to one of the first gala’s he’s been to in a while. He was more than ecstatic that you were coming once more to an event as his date; it gave him more of a chance to show off that he had found someone as amazing as you. You had always gotten along well with the rest of his brothers and Bruce so despite your distaste for events like this you were happy to attend.

“Fine,” You shrug, grabbing Damian’s hand. Ignoring the younger boy’s protests, you flash your boyfriend a grin before dragging him to dance. Jason smirks at Damian’s response. “Suit yourself!”

You move to the music with a smile, loosely holding Damian’s fingers between your own. At some point, much to your surprise, Damian had begun to move his head to the tone of the music, his body slightly relaxing as he let you move his arms for him. You could just feel the curious gazes of his brothers.

Without warning, Damian’s hands are out of yours and your standing in front of a guy who you’re pretty sure you’d never seen before. His hair was a light brown, his eyes a soft hazel and his cheekbones sharp and high. He wasn’t as tall as Jason but he sure was as charming. Not that it mattered to you.

You smile at him politely, giving him a questioning gaze. He introduces himself, holding a hand out to you in an offer to dance. You didn’t say no, taking his offer with friendly touches. His eyes flicker over your outfit, his lips turning up slightly at the corners.

“You look really good tonight,” He says, a kind smile on his lips.

Neither of you notice Jason’s interest in you, his gaze intense and filled with curiosity. Jason had snapped his eyes back to you once Damian had started complaining to him about the guy who had pulled you away from him. Of course, Jason didn’t really like to see you dancing with this guy, his hands placed low on your hips as he speaks into your ear.

He sighs, pouting slightly as he takes another sip of his drink, his eyes still resting on you. Jason trusted you enough to know that you wouldn’t cheat on him or that you wouldn’t leave him for another man. He knew that you loved him more than anything but he couldn’t help the boiling jealousy in the pit of his stomach.

“Excuse me,” You pull away from the guy, stepping away from his touch. The small conversation comes to an end as you nod at him, turning to walk back to your boyfriend. The guy frowns as you walk away.

Jason gives you a strained smile, blinking his eyes as he watches you take hold of his bicep, pulling him closer to you. He’s stiffer than usual, you notice; his jaw clenched slightly as he avoids eye contact.

“Jason?”

“Hm?” He hums, his eyes intently watching the bubbles forming in the glass that he holds. You sigh, knowing just what he’s playing at.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” You ask, smiling into the fabric that covered his arms. He smelled the same as he usually did; a mixture of his favourite cologne, tinted with the smell of the smoke of his cigarettes.

“Nothing,” He mutters, still avoiding having to reply with long answers. With a roll of your eyes you let out a short huff.

“Are you jealous?”

“Maybe,” Jason replies, he glances at you momentarily. “But it doesn’t matter.”

“No. It doesn’t,” You say, stepping so that you were face to face with him and close enough so that you could feel each others breath on your skin. “Because that would be pointless. I was just being polite to that man–it was just a friendly dance. I love you, Jason. And only you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jason smirks, his eyes flickering to the same guy you had danced with. Jason places his lips onto yours, blindly placing his glass down on the table he rested against before wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. “I love you too, gorgeous.”