get jealous!


JUNGKOOK : Does the jaelous tongue when someone gets close to Jimin. 

ME : It is a coincidence, maybe he had something between his teeths …like everytime he had something … yes ??

JUNGKOOK & JIMIN : Showering each others with hot compliments !

ME : Aren’t they nice to one another ! what a friendship !

JUNGKOOK : Always tries to sit or be next to jimin.

ME : Maybe they are just good friends. A coincidence maybe … 

JIMIN : Gets jealous over fans touching jungkook.

ME : It is a concept. 

JUNGKOOK : Touching jimin’s chest for the n th time

ME : Mmmm … mmm … AH ! Right ! He is so into working out lately he wanted to compare both their bodies. It is a guy thing u know.. 

JIMIN : CONFIRMS ship names “Jikook” and “Minkook” 

ME : *Sweats heavily* I think mmm They just sounded cute … to him …

JIMIN : *Bazooka move* KISSES JUNGKOOK !



Grey, Siberian Husky (1 y/o), 4th & Ave A, New York, NY • “She gets very jealous. She’ll bite you if you pet another dog. She’s (we’re) moving to Iceland next month to build sustainable communities.”
Throw Your Arms Around Me by deirdre_c
By Organization for Transformative Works

There were hundreds of houses, thousands of people who came to swim and play in Jensen’s lake, but Jared was the only one he cared to know by name. Words: 14,095

Woozi: Damn Paperboy

Anonymous asked: Hi There :) Can I Request A Scenario Where Lil Ol Jihoonie Gets Jealous? I Don’t Have anything Specific But~~ The Ending Should Be Rlly Fluffy!!! Thank You~~~

Summary: There is a (very handsome) paperboy who stops by your house every Sunday morning. Jihoon is not jealous. 

-Admin Syrup

Jihoon held the blinds open with two of his fingers and peered out the window through the small opening. “It’s that damn paperboy again,” he muttered under his breath, eyes trailing the unsuspecting paperboy in question, who was pedaling toward your house on his bike. Jihoon was very familiar with the boy, who was tall with dark, dark hair and dark, dark eyes and a jawline that could split Jihoon right in half. The only reason why he had become unpleasantly acquainted with the older—dare he say attractive—male was because the paperboy had made a point to show up in front of your house every Sunday morning with the newspaper. 

What’s so important about the damn news anyway?

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jealousy can be fun;

pairing: PetexReader
summary: Pete gets jealous when you’re out and about, and he shows you that you’re his when you get back home.
warnings: smut, swearing, choking, hair pulling, scratching, biting.
word count: 3,728
notes: so this is pretty much all smut. first smut I’ve written in a while, but I hope you guys enjoy it!

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anonymous asked:

142 “Hold my hand so he gets jealous.” please :)

a night out

“Isn’t this great!” Eskild shouts over the loud techno music pulsing through the nightclub as he dances in his seat. Isak looks over at his friend a small, reluctant smile coming through in the face of Eskild enthusiasm. At 19 and having been out of the closet since 17, Isak’s used to Eskild dragging him to gay clubs, but it seemed the older man never got tired of it, probably because Isak made him work for it when it came to bringing him to places like this.

“Not really,” Isak shouts back after taking a sip of his beer. “I should be back at the apartment studying, I have an exam for biochemistry in a few days, you know.”

Eskild rolls his eyes in return. “Yes baby Isak, I know, and Noora knows because you ate her last yogurt as a late night study snack and Linn knows because your whining about how you are going to flunk out of Uni in your first year kept her from her nap. We are all aware of your all mighty exam, which is why we are here, to get you out of the house and to relax before the girls smother you in your sleep like they have been planning.”

Isak blinks at the Eskild’s diatribe. “That seems a little extreme.”

Eskild shrugs as he sips his cocktail. “Well, you’re annoying.”

Isak gives Eskild a grim smile in return. “Thanks, Eskild, that’s nice.”

Eskild shrugs once more as he stands up. “Not my job to be nice, my job was to dress you and bring you out,” Eskild answers giving the Isak’s outfit a once over. It isn’t anything out of the ordinary, just some skinny jeans and a short sleeve shirt that is tighter than Isak is used to, but can admit shows off his shoulders nicely, and the green makes his eyes in Eskild’s words pop.

“And since my job is done, I’m going to dance, try to have some fun even though I know that’s hard for a grump like you.”

Isak raises his half empty glass in his friend’s direction as he goes off, he lets out a deep sigh as he turns back in his chair. He knows Eskild is right and that he’s been moodier than ever, but between school, his mother who is a constant struggle and just life, in general, he hasn’t found any time to have fun and if he’s honest with himself, he’s also lonely. His last relationship ended over nine months ago, and it hadn’t been serious, to begin with. Just some guy who he hooked up with when they were both a little drunk and horny. He wanted more, or at least better he just didn’t know how to go about it, and it wasn’t like the man of his dreams was just going to fall into his lap, right?


Isak looks up and continues to look up until he finds bright blue eyes on a gorgeous face. No. Seriously, stunning.

“Ah, hi?” he stutters in the face of so much pretty. The guy is tall, taller than him, lean but fit in a simple black tee and tight jeans that hug his hips low. There is a teasing smile on pouty pink lips, blue eyes that crinkle at the corner and artfully swept hair.

“Hi,” the stranger repeats as he takes a step closer to Isak. “So there is a guy at the end of the bar that won’t take the hint, think you can help a guy out?”

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anonymous asked:

Bucky smut where reader's skirt blows up infront of the other fellas and bucky gets jealous when they talk about her ass? idk xD

The ordeal was positively mortifying as, midway through the night, you decided to slip your panties off to tease Bucky into going home early. But his resolve was strong. A gust of wind from the passing traffic blew up your skirt as you and Bucky strode on ahead of Steve and Sam. 

You hoped they hadn’t noticed, until Sam’s voice boomed through the darkness, catching up with you and Bucky. “Your girl’s got a great ass, man!”

Steve joined in too, mortifyingly uttering the phrase, “I’d tap that,” which earned him Sam’s enthusiastic approval.

Bucky glared back at the pair, becoming increasingly riled up.

You leaned into him and laughed. “Maybe if you’d have come home with me earlier, your best friends wouldn’t be coveting my ass right now.”

“I think you just earned yourself a spanking for when we get home.”

Smutty drabble prompts, anyone?

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The Jealousy Game (Harrison Osterfield) 

Summary: Y/n and Haz are hanging out at a bar when Y/n runs into an old friend who asks if she wants to play a round of pool with him and Haz gets a bit jealous when Y/n’s friend put his hands on her.

Step by Step (Peter Parker)

Summary: Peter asks his older friend, Y/n if she would help him learn to dance since he doesn’t know how to and she’s already been to prom. He confesses that he’s scared to make a fool of himself in front of everyone. While teaching Peter in the best way she can, something happens between them.

Pictures of You (Cole Sprouse)

Summary: You and Cole have been dating for a while and he’s head over heels just like you. He is constantly posting photos about you and just being all and all cute. During one of his interviews, when asked about you, he confesses that he’s missed you since you’ve been out working on your photography somewhere else.

The Girl Next Door (Harrison Osterfield) feat. Tom Holland

Summary: Y/n’s the new girl in the apartment complex and moves in next door to Harrison. Though she’s confident and flirty with the cute guy, he doesn’t reciprocate the same attitude and is a bit awkward and shy. Tom, being the friend he is, notices this behavior and talks to Y/n, who is glad that Harrison is into her unlike what she previously thought.

msbowser  asked:

I can imagine for a Minikyu to get super jealous of there trainer being with S/O. Like popping out of their Pokeball when they're about to kiss and distracting their trainer.

I can see that happening with a lot of pokemon, Mimikyu definitely being one of them :3

*  Anytime they see their trainer getting cuddly with their S/O, they’ll go up to their trainer and start acting cute for them. Their trainer will start paying more attention to their Mimikyu instead of their S/O.

* The Mimikyu especially doesn’t like seeing their trainer kissing their S/O. They’ll try to interrupt the kiss by making a loud noise or knocking something over. Sometimes the trainer will put the Mimikyu back into their poke ball so that they can have some quality time with their S/O.

*  This doesn’t stop the Mimikyu though, for they’ll break out of their poke ball just a few minutes after they’ve been put in the ball.

Skinny Love

Characters: Reader / Joshua (Seventeen) ft. Younger!Henry Lau
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 1.7k
Request: Helloo can i request a joshua scenario where the reader sits next ti her crush in class but is too shy to say anything and when he goes on vacation joshua teansfers and sits next to her and they bond over anime and kpop. When the crush comes back and sees joshua in his spot he gets jealous but the reader already likes joshua now? this happened to me irl and i thought itd be cute with joshua~~
A/N: that’s so cute~ anonnie! hope all is well with him ^^

Needless to say, you had mixed feelings about high school. You had to suffer through the torture that is 8AM classes and annoying peers, as well as the pressure everybody puts you. But school did have it’s ups– you got to sit near your crush in practically all of your classes.

That’s why the last class of the day was your favourite. You were assigned to sit next to Henry Lau, your crush since sixth grade. Of course, he almost never gave you the time of day, save a few smiles he would send in your direction whenever either of you were late. 

So when he said he was going to South Korea to visit some family and friends, you felt devastated. You were going to be alone for three weeks. More alone than usual, that is.

On the third day since Henry’s departure to Korea, Mrs. Anderson told the class that there was going to be a transfer student from South Korea. You payed no heed to the news, as your school received transfers from almost everywhere quite frequently.

Point, aim, shoot! you hummed along to the music blasting through your earphones, lightly bobbing your head along to the beat as you did your socials work. You saw a hand tap your desk and looked up to see Mrs. Anderson. She gestured toward her own ears, and you took the cue to take your earphones out, muttering a quiet apology.

“Okay, class,” she said, walking back to the front of the room, “the transfer is coming today, so I expect each and every one of you to treat him well.” You inwardly sighed, going back to doing your work. The door opened, a loud creaking noise following it. Keeping your head down, you merely listened.

“This is Josh Hong-”

“It’s Joshua actually, Mrs.”

“Sorry, this is Joshua Hong. Just pick a seat.” You smiled to yourself, satisfied with your work. You finished, which meant you didn’t have any homework, which meant you could watch anime or dramas. You jumped slightly when you heard the chair beside you scratch against the floor as it was pulled out. 

Your eyes darted to the rest of the class, most of whom had their eyes on the two of you. Why here, you silently drawled, there are like seven other empty seats…

“Hello,” he said. You gave him a forced smile, before ducking your head again. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Joshua.” I know, you thought, I heard. “Y/N,” you mumbled almost incoherently. 

You zoned out as Mrs. Anderson explained the worksheet to the boy, drawing on your arm and hand. Little doodles quickly covered your skin, not that you minded. When most of your arm was completely covered in ink, you looked down at it, proud of your work. You had drawn several pictures, from the Wings of Freedom to ASTRO’s icon. Glancing at your phone, you were happy to see that there were only five minutes left of class.

When someone cleared their throat, you automatically looked over. Joshua gave you a somewhat sheepish smile as he gestured to the worksheet. “Do you– could you–” he flushed under your stare, which in turn made your face go warm. “Could you help me with this?” You glanced down at his sheet. To your surprise, he was already on the last question.

With a partner, discuss why we use the word goodbye today. Write down your thoughts and check your answers using page 57 from the textbook.

Oh god, you cursed silently, he wants me to interact with him. “Why do you think we use it?” You felt tempted to rip your own hair out after hearing how you sounded. You had stumbled over you words. Again.

Joshua tilted his head cutely before shrugging. “Did it originate from a different language?” He asked, not sure at all. You chuckled at his confusion, thinking it was adorable. When he smiled at you, you stopped instantly. You merely shook your head. 

Joshua pursed his lips into an almost-pout. How is he a senior?, you questioned. “I’m not sure then,” he laughed almost inaudibly. His voice–

You pulled your chair closer to his to point at his paper. Waiting until he filled in the blank with his guess, you leaned back into your chair. “In the sixteenth century, someone signed off a letter with GOD B W YE, which was short for God Be With Ye. It was read as godbwye and later, goodbye.”

You watched as a look of understanding flashed over his features before he filled the rest out. “Thank you,’ he smiled gently.

You noticed how close the two of you were at that point, quickly pushing your chair back to where it once was. “No problem,” you said, just as the bell rang. You got up to pack your things and headed to the door. Not long after you left, you heard your name being called.

Turning around, you saw Joshua smiling over at you. “Nice drawings,” he called before turning around and disappearing within the crowd.

You felt yourself smile.

The next day, Joshua was there before you. To your surprise, he was still in the same seat as yesterday, despite the vacant seats. He greeted you kindly, to which you responded kind of awkwardly. “So you watch anime?” He asked, although the tone of his voice told you that he already knew. “Mm,” you hummed with a nod.

“What’s your favourite anime?”

“F/A.” Joshua’s smile grew wider as he leaned closer to you. “Who’s your favourite character? Mine’s F/Antagonist.” You looked up with a raised brow. “Same,” you said with a shocked voice; not many people liked F/A as well. 

That continued for the next two weeks: the two of you conversing over anime and over time, K-Pop, which you had found a mutual liking.

You finally had a friend.

“Y/N!” Joshua yelped as you poked his sides. You laughed at his expression, “I didn’t know you were ticklish.” He narrowed his eyes at you, his hands up as a form of defense. With a wicked grin, you pounced at him, your hands shooting to your sides. It didn’t take long for him to burst out into laughter, his melodious laughter filling the almost-empty classroom. 

You noticed Mrs. Anderson laughing under her breath at your antics, but brushed it off. After a while, you decided to spare the boy and stopped prodding at his stomach. It took a minute or two for him to calm down, but when he did he weakly glared at you with tears in his eyes. “You’re cruel.”

“You love it.”

His cheeks were red, you weren’t sure if it was from laughing so hard or what you had said. He murmured something, but it was far too quiet for you to hear. You furrowed your brows together at his sudden shyness. Did you go too far with that comment? You examined his expression. His eyes were still lined with tears, and his cheeks were a lot redder than usual. Unknowingly, your eyes landed on his lips, God did they look soft, and stayed there. You wondered what it would be like to kiss–

Before you could say anything, the bell rang, telling you that break was over. You groaned, resting you head on Joshua’s shoulder. “People,” you huffed. He chuckled, rustling your hair. The two of you stayed like that as your classmates began to pool into your classroom, despite your heart that was beating way too fast for your liking.

Absentmindedly, you began to fiddle with his hands. You like them, he had soft skin, despite the callouses. “Y/N?” You snapped out of your reverie when you heard your name being called by a familiar voice. To your surprise, Henry stood at your desk, glancing between you and Joshua, an unreadable expression on his face.

You had completely forgotten he was coming back today– you barely thought of him during the past two weeks in fact. “Ah,” you blinked, “how was Korea?” He gave you an obviously forced smile. “Fine– who’s-”

“Henry, just pick a seat,” Mrs. Anderson said, noticing that he was the only one standing up. Huffing, Henry sat at the desk behind yours. “Who’s he?” Joshua whispered, not wanting him to hear. “Henry,” you answered simply. “He was on vacation.” You thought it was odd, just now he had spoken more words to you than he ever has.

You shrugged, turning your attention to Mrs. Anderson, not noticing your hands, which were still linked with Joshua’s.

You yawned, stretching your arms above your head. You and Joshua had stayed at the public library, which was open 24/7 luckily, for a project. Checking your phone, your eyes widened when you saw the time, 01:28 AM. Chucking your phone into your bag, you turned to Joshua.

You stopped when you saw him. He had fallen asleep, when you had no idea. His head was resting on his arms and you couldn’t help but think how adorable he looked.

You stared at him, mesmerized by his soft expression. His eyelashes were long and he had fair skin. His round glasses – which definitely would’ve looked dorky on anyone else – were askew. Slowly, you took them off so they wouldn’t break. You froze when he groaned, his arm wrapping around your waist. Internally panicking, you tried to move away, only to fail when he pulled you closer, almost onto his lap.

You face felt hot, as you were centimetres away from his face. Your thoughts wandered to that day in the classroom. When you first thought about kissing him. You bit your lip nervously. He was, quite literally, right in front of you. You found yourself leaning closer and closer.

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You pulled back quickly, realizing what you had just done. Before you could properly react, his other hand moved to your cheek, his lips chasing yours. Your lips met again, this time with slow passion. You slowly pulled away, eyes staying closed for a moment. When you opened them, you were met with Joshua’s lidded, brown eyes.

“Next time you want to kiss me,” he said, his voice hushed, “do it while I’m awake.” You bit your lip nervously, “next time?”

His eyes bore into yours intensely, a small smile present on his features. “After that, there’s no way I’m not kissing you again.”

anonymous asked:

Dating Jane volturi would include

  • Being a vampire and being apart of the Volturi is a must
  • It would take a while for her to open up to you since the only person she’s close with is Alec
  • But once she opens up to you she’s so loving
  • But also protective af
  • If she thinks someone is looking at your wrongly “Pain”
  • “Jane, that wasn’t needed!”
  • “People need to learn to respect you”
  • The whole vampire world would know not to mess with you
  • She’d never admit it but she loves to cuddle
  • She adores being cuddled by you
  • Being friends with Alec
  • Teasing and pranking Jane with Alec
  • Though she would occasionally(A LOT) get jealous and steal you away from Alec
  • “They’re mine not yours leave them alone”
  • Bringing out her goofy side
  • Not only being her mate but also her best friend
  • Male friend: My wife and I are coming to visit your city. Can you recommend anything for us to do?
  • Me: *gives a long list* Oh, and we can meet for a cuppa if you like. I'd love to finally meet the missus.
  • Him: ...I don't think that's a good idea.
  • Me: Why?
  • Him: I don't want her to get the wrong idea about us.
  • Me: You mean that we're friends? Friends who used to be so close that you called me your surrogate sister?
  • Him: Well, yeah, but you're a girl and she's a girl and she might get jealous.
  • Me: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMFG ARE YOU EFFING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW? We're both female so naturally, we'll circle each other with our knives at the ready because you are quite clearly such a prime specimen of manflesh that no two women can share the space with you without being flung into a jealous rage?!?!?
  • Him: ...
  • Me: Ohhhhh. This is because you thought I was seducing your last girlfriend by being nice to her and helping her have fun, isn't it? I see. Totes your wife having issues. Totes. Definitely not you. Not at all. Nope. Nuh-uh.