get on my tv screen please

anonymous asked:

The only reason I can logically accept Frank Castle shaving or waxing his chest is because he knows he's going to get a ton of wounds and clean flesh is easier to stitch shut.

@ god, please let me have a hairy chested man on tv, why must ALL the fella’s on the tv screens be waxed like smooth baby seals? sleek like svelte dolphins?  these are grown men? not preteen boys? (some) men have hair? i like woolly mammoths? I like happy trails and truly fuzzy navels? and big strong unwaxed arms?

but, for the sake of not losing my mind, i will accept your logical reasoning for this particular case :P

EVERYTHING BUT YOU ੭ JUNGKOOK

Contains : roommate!jungkook, angst, SMUT !

Words : + 3,5k

Group : BTS

Member: Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Summary : You hated everything about Jungkook, from his cocky smirk to his annoying voice, and he could say the same about you. But the both of you were stuck together, forced to live with each other because of the landlord, it wasn’t a choice.
Yet, you didn’t know if he really hated you, or if you really hated his voice once you came home from work, hearing your name tumbling from his mouth in breathy moans.

Originally posted by purelyjimin

A/N : You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language and this is my third smut ever.


You took a deep breath, trying to containt yourself. Both of your hands flat on the kitchen counter, you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to get mad, especially this soon in the morning.
You opened your eyes, before staightening your back and adjusting your shirt.

« Jungkook. », you called, hoping he would hear you through the noises of cars and shot guns coming from the tv. Your roommate simply hummed, not taking his eyes off of the screen.

« Jungkook, listen to me. », you harshly said. He paused his game to look at you, eyebrows raised at your boldness. The noises stopped abruptly, immersing the room in an almost religious silence.
Jungkook moved his head, questionning.

« How many times do I have to tell you to do the fucking dishes ? », you asked through gritted teeth.
The boy only rolled his eyes, shaking his head. « Argh, I’ll do them later. », he simply said, his face turning towards the tv again.

« Jungkook you need to do them now. », you started, making your voice a little louder so he could hear you over the noise.  « We don’t have any plates or bowls. », you continued, making your way to the living room.

You really didn’t want to fight him, last night was enough, but everything was dirty in the kitchen, and you needed to eat before going to work.
Your rubbed your temples, breathing in.

« Jungkook, I need to eat, I have to go to work. », you said, like you were talking to a child, standing in front of the screen.

« Y/N, move ! », almost screamed Jungkook, making motions with his hand before looking up at you.

He saw your determined look, arms crossed. He got up from the couch, tossing his controller, and he swore to himself that he would make you pay for it.




You took a deep breath, exiting from your car. The cold air ghosting over your skin, calming your nerves. You had a long and stressful day, the door of your apartment seemed like the door to heaven.
You looked up at the dark sky, before your attention got caught by the light coming from the window of your living room.

It was rare for Jungkook to stay in the living room, normaly he would watch a movie in his room, but maybe he was still playing his game, you thought.

You quickly walked towards the building, you were craving to feel the soft fabric of your duvet and rest for the week end.

Your hand grabbed the cold door handle, opening the heavy door of your apartment building. You were bending to take your shoes off and allow your heels to rest before you heard it.

The pounding sound of music, and you already knew where it was coming from. You cursed, rapidly climbing the stairs.
You didn’t even had to pull your keys out of your purse, since the door of your apartment was wide open.

Almost immediately, you started fumming, fists clenched. From the hallway you could see silhouettes moving around, dancing to the music.

« You got to be fucking kidding me. », you mumbled to yourself, walking into your apartment. The smell of alcohol was obvious, but you couldn’t care less, actively looking around to find Jungkook.
People were dancing, and you looked horrified, as you noticed some people you didn’t know on your couch, an obvious stain on the arm rest.

You looked around, trying to find someone you knew. You made you way into the crowd, feeling out of place with your working clothes.
Your body was pushed against other people, and suddently, you felt a pair of hands on your hips, pulling you into the person’s torso.

« Y/N ! You’re finally home ! », the person giggled, hugging you from the back, and you instantly knew who the voice belonged to.
« Jungkook, what the fuck is going on ?! », you almost screamed, turning around and freeing yourself from his embrace.

Even if you hated Jungkook, you knew him enough to tell that he was at least tipsy, a gummy smile on his face. The boy’s hands went back to your hips, pulling you into him once again. His head went to the crook of your neck, and you couldn’t help but move your head away.

« We’re just having a little party. », he explained. « Dance with me. »

His request took you off garde, your palms went to his torso so you could look into his eyes. « Jungkook. », you said sweetly.
The boy hummed, hands locking behind your back.

« I want everyone out of here in 30 minutes or I’m kicking you out. »
Jungkook’s smile instantly vanished, his normal self coming back as his touch disappeared.

« Oh, you forgot ? », you asked, fake pouting. « If the landlord finds out that you organised a party without informing him, you’re out. »

In reality, you were just threatening him. Yes, the landlord would probably kick him out if he found out, but the neighbours were on vacation, so no one was there to complain about the noise. And on the other hand, even if you hated Jungkook, you would rather live with him than paying the full rent, because, let’s be real, finding a new roommate was hard.

If eyes could kill, you would probably be dead. Jungkook was enrage, and you only smiled at him, feeling victorious. He licked his lips, looking around, and you knew you had won, walking away to your room, pushing away everyone too close to you.

You quickly slammed your door, sighing as you untied your hair.

After a few moments, the apartment was left silent, Jungkook apparently got rid of everyone pretty quickly.

Your head fell on your pillow as you wrapped yourself in your duvet, sighing in relief. Your muscles started to relax slowly, starting to fall asleep, before you heard it.

A girl moaning. 




You rubbed your eyes before tossing your duvet away from your body, you had spent one of the worst night ever.
You were already exhausted, your eyes closing without your will, and it was hot, way too hot, the duvet sticking to the thin layer of sweat on your skin. And on top of that, Jungkook fucked some random girl he certainly didn’t know.

You knew he was doing this just to piss you off, you could already see his annoying smirk on his face.
You sighed, getting up, your feet meeting the cold wooden floor. You walked out of your room, not caring about your appearance, you were only wearing a long t-shirt and your underwear.
You were craving for some tea and you needed it now. You quickly brushed your teeth, noticing no signs of Jungkook’s presence and made your way to the kitchen.

To your surprise, the living room was clean, no cups of the floor, no empty bottles. If it wasn’t for the stain on your couch, it was like nothing happened.
You raised your eyebrows, at least you wouldn’t have to fight with Jungkook.

Pouring the hot water in your cup, you absently watched as the water turned brown. You slowly added the milk, before feeling two hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as Jungkook’s head dropped to the crook of your neck. 

You groaned, getting away from his grip, leaving your cup on the kitchen counter to take care of your toast.

« I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every day. », he said, with his low morning voice, leaning in the corner of the kitchen. Your back was turned to him, but you could feel is eyes travel down your legs.

« Fuck you. », you simply said, spreading your chocolate on the bread. Jungkook didn’t respond, silently watching you.

You made your way towards your cup, but the boy stood beside you, his hand sneaking once again on your hip.
« Is that for me ? », he asked. His head moved towards the plate, humming the smell of the toast, while doing so, his breath ghosted over the skin of your cheek, his perfume he was wearing making you dizzy.

Your hand smacked his torso, « What the fuck, no. »

« Wow, after cleaning the living room I thought I would get some kind of reward. », he said, his tone changing at the last word.
You turned around,« Oh so, I should give you a reward because you cleaned the mess you’ve made after you threw a party ? »

Jungkook opened his mouth, but you continued, « Besides, even if you ended the party, the girl you fucked was way too loud. », you said, leaning against the kitchen counter and taking a sip of your tea and putting the cup down.

He almost looked embarrassed for a split second, before regaining his cocky attitude, leaning towards you.
His hand went to your jaw, his thumb lightly tugging at you bottom lip. His boldness caused your breath to get caught in your throat, and he saw it.
Smirking, he hummed, « You can tell me if you’re jealous, you know. »

He licked his lips, watching your own lips, and unconsciously leaning towars them. 

« You need to clean the stain on my couch. », you breathed, before escaping from his embrace.




 After the “accident”, nothing like that happened again.

Yes, you thought about it, was he really going to kiss you ? Are was it just another way to annoy you ?
If he wanted to annoy you, it was working, and what pissed you off more than anything, was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he was, and he didn’t seem to care, as if it never happened.
And you wish you never happened, you wished you never felt you heart beat so fast.

Of course, you got back to Jungkook, stealing his video games until he cleaned your couch. He had to clean it himself, and hated every second of it. And once again, he swore he would make you pay for it.

And he did. You had a sleepover at your best friend’s house, and Jungkook knew it. While you were getting ready, he took his chance and sneaked into your room, easely finding your bag.

He knew you would probably kill him, but his plan was too perfect.
The next day, after the sleepover, you and your friends would go to the club. He knew you were excited about it, and he didn’t feel an once of guilt when he poured the ink of his pen on your red dress.

He was going to ruin your night just like you ruined his in the first place. Quickly folding the fabric and shoving in back in your bag, he closed your it before going back to the living room like nothing happened.

And you should have knowned that he was up to something when he sweetly smiled at you before you closed the door.

But Jungkook’s plan wasn’t that good, he thought that you would only see the ruined fabric after the sleepover, just before going out. But you were too excited to show your new dress and unpacked your bag as soon as you entered your bestfriend’s house.

Your heart sank when you unfolded the fabric, discovering the wide black stain in the middle of the dress, before rage took over you.
Cursing loudly, you didn’t give your best friend any explaination before storming out of her house, blood boiling, fingers impatiently taping on the steering wheel at every red light.

You almost ran up the stairs, before taking a deep breath when you were faced by your door. « Calm down, you don’t want to kill someone tonight. », you thought.

But another voice in your head reminded you that the dress he ruined costed a lot, and you really needed this night out with your friends to relax and suddently, all the rage that was starting to fade came back in a wave.

Opening your door, you were greeted by the darkness of your living room, and for a second you thought Jungkook was gone, maybe out for the night, but you heard something. The boy was probably playing some game with his friends.

Quietly walking without turning the light on, you followed the faint noise before freezing in the middle of the room.

The noises, it’s wasn’t him talking, it was him moaning.

You were so shoked, you almost dropped your keys. You didn’t know if you had to laugh, open the door of his room or just run away as quickly as possible and act like nothing happened.

Putting your keys down on the kitchen counter, you leaned against it. You could hear your rapid heat beat along side Jungkook’s moan, sweat starting to form on your forehead.
You wanted to get out, so bad, but you were stuck there, unable to move. His moans were getting louder, his breath ragged, little whines coming from his lips from time to time.

Your cheeks were starting to heat up, when you heard a particularly loud moan, before

your name.

Your eyes opened, wide, starring at Jungkook’s bedroom door. You moved your head, you swore to yourself it was just your brain tricking you.

But you heard it again, clearer this time.

« Y/N, fuck ! »

And your heart sank, once again.
Your name was tumbling from his lips in broken moans, your legs felt like jelly, his breath got more and more erratic as yours got caught and suddently,

it stopped.

It stopped, and the whole apartment was silent, like nothing happened. Your eyes still wide, you started to breath normaly again.
You took your keys, head dropping to look at the floor, before you heard the door.

Oh, fuck.

You immediatly looked up, cursing yourself for not running away when you could. You froze as you saw Jungkook, walking out of his room, obviously frustrated. His hand running in his hair, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, a layer of sweat visible on his torso.
He looked up, and froze.

For what felt like an eternity, no one talked, looking at each other like a deer caught in headlights. Your throat was dry, unable to talk, your mouth opened and closed without letting out a single sound. The air was thick, your eyes traveling from his red lips to his rising and falling chest.

Jungkook was the first to open his mouth, breaking the silence.

« Y/N, I, eh, didn’t hear you come in. », he said taking a step forward.

« I, eh… », you tried, stepping back, forgeting why you were there in the first place.

« How long have you been here ? », he asked, a hand rubbing his collarbone. 

« I- », you started, before your back hit the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Jungkook licked his lips, eyes traveling from your mouth to your eyes.

« You heard me ? », he asked, even if he knew the answer. His breath ghosted over your skin, one hand beside your face on the wall, the other holding your chin.

« Yeah. », you breathed, looking into his eyes, you didn’t know if it was the lack of light but they seemed a shade darker.

The boy licked his lips again, blinked a few times before boldly asking.

« Can I kiss you ? »

And without thinking, you nodded, a sigh leaving your lips when your roommate eagerly kissed you. Jungkook instantly moaned into your mouth, pressing himself against you. His hand detached from the wall, falling to grip your hip.

His soft lips moved against yours, before his tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you immediatly gave. And it was a battle for dominance, Jungkook’s hand left you chin, sneaking under your shirt, eager to feel you skin against his.

His head went to your neck, and you didn’t move, letting him kiss his way down to your collarbone. He was craving to do this since the kitchen accident, your skin looking way too flawless to his liking. And all he wanted to do was to mark you, all over your body.

A sigh ran down from your lips when he found a special spot, and he started sucking on your skin, leaving a purple mark.

Both his hands pushed the fabric of your shirt up, and you got the hint, taking your shirt off. Your arms wrapped around his torso, feeling his skin against yours, you lips founding his neck, but before you could start your torture, he stopped you.

« Y/N, don’t tease. », he breathed. And god, he sounded so needy, out of breath and you only kissed his neck, you wondered how wrecked he would be after you’re done with him. 

Seeing that you didn’t respond, Jungkook pressed himself against you, making you feel his boner, and he was hard.

Your lips went back to the base of his neck, while your hand traveled down his torso, until you met the hem of his sweatpants.

« Y/N, plea- », he started, getting cut when your hand palmed him through the fabric. His head rolled back, a moan tumbling from his lips.

You liked your lips, watching him in awe, his fingers digging in your waist.

« Don’t tease. », he said through gritted teeth, pulling you closer. His hand grabbed yours, kissing your knuckles to your elbow.

« Jungkook. », you breathed, wrapping you arms around his neck. He hummed, eyelids heavy.
His cheeks were slightly red, lips swollen, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again instand of answering.

He walked you towards his room, lips never leaving yours.

Leaving the lights off, he softly layed you on his bed before towering over you. Your fingers went to the hem of your jean, taking it off.
Jungkook’s hands unclapped your bra, tossing it somewhere, his mouth instantly wrapping around your nipple.

« Jungkook, we don’t have time for that. », you moaned, feeling the uncomfortable wetness starting to form in your underwear. The boy was as eager as you, leaving you breast before almost ripping your panties.

« Fuck, I’m so hard. », he moaned, when you took his sweatpants off. He quickly got up, opening the drawer of  his nightstand to take a condom. He hurriedly opened the package, rolling the condom on his shaft.

You signed when his hands went on either sides of your hand, feeling the heat of his body. Your hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him towards your lips, kissing him again, never getting enough of the feeling.

He pulled back slightly, a smirk streching his lips.

« Babygirl. », he called, waiting for you to open your eyes. One of his hand grabbed the back of your thigh, placing your leg on his hip.

« Who are you wet for ? », he asked, a devilish smile on his face.

You wanted to slap him, but you needed him, and you breathed.

« You. »

Jungkook almost moaned, his head went back to your neck before entering you. Jungkook groaned, his breath ragged. You arched your back, your nails digging into his shoulders.

« Jungkook, please. », you moaned, and he started rolling his hips in a slow but deep pace. Your head dropped back, you started biting your lip, trying to muffle your moans, but Jungkook noticed.

« Don’t you fucking dare. », he started, thumb tugging at your lip.  « Moan for me or I’ll stop. »

You whined, and Jungkook started slamming back into you. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling at it to expose your neck, and he started biting and sucking on the skin, breathy moans coming from your lips.

Your other leg wrapped around Jungkook’s waist, his dick was hitting a spot making you moan at every thrust. Jungkook was a moaning mess on top of you, his broken whispers transforming into long moans and deep groans.

He was getting closer and closer, but he wanted to make you come first, he needed to see it.

« Are you gonna cum for me ? », Jungkook ask, teeth biting on your lower lip. You could only whine, your hand gripping his hair.

Jungkook’s hips started making deep and slow thrusts, one which was particularly hard, helping you reach your high.

A last moan filled the room, before your came around Jungkook, your eyes closing, mouth falling agape.


Jungkook groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him. « Fuck, such a good girl. », he complimented through gritted teeth, before reaching his climax, softly moaning near your ear, your name falling and falling from his lips as he came in the condom.

He collapsed on top of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath, bodies sweaty.

Jungkook chukled,« Sorry for the dress. »

Sherlocked USA:

Interviewer: “We now can take to the audience for some questions. You, in the back, with the face. Yeah, you. Someone get her a mic. Go ahead.”

Me: “My question is for Mr. Gatiss.”

*we exchange pleasant smiles*

Me: “Mr. Gatiss, last year you made it a point in a panel interview to discuss appropriate LGBT representation on television. You made certain it was unethical to cast every LGBT character as a villain, because the audience would associate villainy with LGBT sexuality. Could you please tell us why you chose to make every LGBT character shown on screen in Sherlock a villain?”

*crickets*

*crickets*

Me: “There are only two possible reasons, you might as well pick one at this point.”

*crickets*

*crickets*

Me: “Loved the series, by the way, Doyle would’ve been proud.”

Don’t get caught

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral

Word count: 936 

Summary: Tom, Y/N and Harrison are watching a movie. Harrison falls asleep and Tom gets bored. 

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first imagine I’ve written in a year so I’m a little rusty. Please feel free to send in requests or give feedback. Or if you just wanna chat, I’m always happy to. Hope you enjoy


The way his eyes were stuck on you, staring like you were the most beautiful thing in the entire world, but let’s face it, you are the most beautiful thing in his world. You were trying to keep your eyes fixed on the television screen in front of you, but his gaze was becoming quite the distraction. You, your boyfriend Tom and his best friend Harrison were sat watching a movie, as you do every Friday night, but this time it was your turn to choose the film, but neither boy was very happy with your decision.

“Tom, can you watch the movie please? I know you’re not particularly interested in what I’ve chosen but can you at least pretend that you’re somewhat enjoying it?” He gave a slight nod and turned his head to face the screen once more. His hand found its way to your thigh, but it fell lazily against your skin, so you let it be.

About five minutes pass, and Tom’s face nuzzles into your neck, his hot breath making small goosebumps rise across the small patch of exposed skin that wasn’t tucked under the fluffy blanket you had wrapped around you. “Y/N please”, he whispers. You don’t even look at him, but say “If Haz can watch the movie, then so can you.”

“But he’s asleep!” He whisper yells. You look over at Harrison, his body lay flat on the carpet with his face pressed into a cushion. Small breathy snores left his lips every few seconds. Okay, so he was asleep. “Well what do you want me to do about it? I can’t wake him up.” You question your boyfriend, he obviously was not willing to suffer through this movie without the support of his friend. Despite his pleas, you return your focus to the screen and try your best to ignore his hand wandering from your thigh up further to waistband of your pyjama pants.

You could tell from the short puffs of breath and small sighs coming from Tom that he was very frustrated, and just as a kissing scene came on the screen, he groaned, clearly annoyed that was not happening between the two of you at that very moment. Giving in, you grab the remote and pause the movie, and then turn the tv off. Tom takes this action as an indication for him to finally slip his hand down past the waistband of your pants and rest his hand firmly on your clothed heat, a faint spot of wetness seeping through, as the thought of what was going to happen crossed your mind. His lips attacked the bare skin on your neck, leaving a combination of open mouth kisses and short sucks on the skin. “T-Tom” you say, trying to get up from your position on the couch, to make your way to your room. “Where are you going baby?” he asks, keeping an arm around you so you can’t move. You nod your head towards your room but he shakes his head.

“I want to take you right here, darling.” You suck in a sharp breath, shocked. “But what about Haz?”

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I let a guy touch me and I thought I was drunk enough to make myself want it but I started shaking so hard that I had to push him away. The only time you ever made me shake that hard was when I found out about her.

Nobody would ever think I’ve been in love. They can’t see any scars across the left side of my chest and they don’t feel the way my throat burns when I think about letting somebody new in. They think I’m scared, but really I can only fall for the ones that make me feel like I’d be a fool to think that they’d love me.

I turned into a girl who gets drunk on tequila by herself and drinks the whole bottle of wine without wincing. I turned into the girl who became so scared of the addictive way I could love you that I made myself find an addiction that is less toxic than trying to be good enough for you.

No matter how many empty bottles I go through, I still don’t let strangers get too close. I still shake so hard at the thought of someone else’s arms around me that I’ve started watching TV to help me try to fall asleep. I was never enough for you, and I’m scared I’ll never let myself stop remembering everything I need to forget.

—  TV screens are the only thing that put me to bed now that you’re not there to hold me
reoccuring feelings - simon minter imagine

Originally posted by sidemen-gifs


requested; yes ( by @hoodminter )

warnings; nuppp

pairing; simon x reader

word count; 681 words


“what is up guys and welcome back to another video.”

to say that filming this video was going to be awkward, was an understatement. i was currently seated in the bedroom of my ex boyfriend, simon, filming one of the most awkward and uncomfortable videos to ever be filmed and put on the internet.

“today i’m here with a very special guest.” he stated before looking over at me.

“hi, its (y/n).” i introduced quietly.

the both of us paused awkwardly, letting the silence over take the atmosphere. the silence was broken but simon clearing his throat before he began to speak again. 

“and today we’re making a video to clear the air and to just… reminisce about the past and yeah.” 

i nodded along in agreement before taking over. 

“so basically, we’re going to have a ‘lightening round’ in which i’m going to ask some questions in the space of one minute that he has to answer. and then were gonna hop under the cover, cuddle a little and reminisce the good old days.” i explained, anxiously twiddling my thumbs around each other.

as i took my phone out of my back pocket, i could feel simon glancing at me. 

“are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

i simply nodded in response, watching him take his own phone out. i brought up; the questions i had written down earlier, waiting for him to start the timer.

“right, so i have around 12 questions.” i said to the camera, “so lets see how many we manage to get through and how many you can get right.” i smiled, licking my lips before Simon started the timer.

“right, what was my favourite flavour of ice cream?”

“chocolate.” he asnwered confidently.

“okay, settle down with the cockiness.” i teased. “what was the name of the plush pup you bought for me for out 8 month anniversary?”

simon stopped to think for a moment before a blank expression drew acorss his face. he’d forgotten.

i scoffed slightly, cocking my eyebrow as i looked at him. 

“it wasn’t even that long ago.” i said, tapping my phone impatiently. 

he looked slightly guilty, never the less he answered incorrectly. 

“nope, when’s my birthday.” i continued.

“oh thats an easy one. (y/b/d).”

the questions continued until the one minute timer went off, signalling to stop asking questions. 

“well, to say the least you did shit.” i laughed, looking up at him before realising he was already smiling down at me. my breath hitched in my throat, quickly looking away and hopping up from the couch. i could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks, turning to look over at his bed. 

simon picked up the tripod, fixing it to ange at him bed. i hopped onto his bed and slid under the covers, snuggling into the mattress. simon hit record before hopping in behind me and spooning.

“this was always our favourite position.” he whispered cheekily, causing me to gasp and turn my body a little bit to hit his shoulder. 

simon took the lead this time, explaining that we were now going to look through old photos and talk about why we broke up.

“althought most of you already know why we broke up, for those of you that dont, we broke up due to some rumours and shit that was going on. and the both of our schedules weren’t matching so we called a quits.” he explained. 

my heart sunk,i had almost forgotten why we had broken up. i can remember the day so clearly.

simon pulled up some photos on his tv screen, flicking through them with the remote.

“i remember that day!” i squealed, a large smile spread across my face. “that was the day you fake proposed to me just to get free desserts.” i laughed, his shortly following mine. 

“and then later we got free movie vouchers as an ‘engagement gift.’“ he continued. 

just as i looked up at him he looked down at me. his eyes flickered from mine to then my lips. 

“please kiss me.”

anonymous asked:

Can I Send a requests for a scenario with Yoongi Where He Never believes that would Fall in Love with someone at First sight but then He Meets you , a solo Idol who just made her debut and has a Beautiful and powerfull Voice ? 😍(+the way He would try to ask you out)

Member: Yoongi (Suga)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

YOONGI’S POV

I slowly woke up, refraining from rubbing my tired eyes as I had already gone through hair and makeup. “Hyung, wake up.” I felt the younger boy shake the sleep away from me and I groaned. My vision cleared up after a few blinks and I found myself looking up at Jungkook. “Aish, I was having a good dream too.” I mutter, getting up and straightening out my jacket.

The rest of the guys look like they’re already to go to the backstage area so I rush over to one of our stylists who happens to be beckoning me over. She sets me up with my mic and I focus in on the TV screen in the corner of the room.

On the screen there are Wendy and Chanyeol, introducing a new girl band to be the next performance. The screen then switches to a live feed of four girls who introduce themselves one at a time. One of them looks particularly nervous and when it gets to her turn, she stutters out, “I’m Y-Y/N. P-please c-ca-re take of me!”

I scoff. She can’t even say her own name. How is she supposed to perform. Our stylist eyes me and says, “Why are you staring at her like that?” “Like what?” I ask defensively.

“Like it was love at first sight?” She laughs, resuming her work of concealing my mic wires.

“Haha. Very funny. I was just entertained by her stuttering. Also for the record, love at first sight doesn’t exist. Especially not with whatever her name is.” “Y/N,” she corrects. Whatever.

Our stylist eventually lets me go and I walk over to join the rest of my members.

“I feel so bad,” Hoseok says to no one in particular as we walk down the narrow hallway to the side of the stage. “Why? ‘Cuz that newbie messed up?” I ask. Why does everybody care so much about her?

“You don’t feel bad?” Jimin says from me. “Nope.” I say popping my ‘p’.

“Why not?” Jungkook asks, slowing down to get in on the conversation. “If you’re going to be an idol you should at least act like one. It makes no sense, you’re too shy to introduce yourself but you aren’t too shy to sing live?” I shake my head, hoping they’ll understand my reasoning. “Honestly, she just shouldn’t be in this business.”

“You’re too cold, Hyung.” Hoseok says, shaking his head and wagging his finger at me disapprovingly. I just roll my eyes though.

We get to the side of the stage and in front of us are the rookie group about to get on stage and perform. I see Y/N getting scolded by one of her older members and I smirk. Surprise, surprise.

We move forward and take their place once they walk on stage and get into their positions. I turn my head and lean against the wall to watch the Feedback screen, awaiting to be entertained by Y/N’s miserable performance.

Instead, I have the air knocked out of my chest when I see something change in her eyes just at the light come on and the music plays. There’s a twinkle- lighting energy coming off of her. It wasn’t there before but now as I see her dance in-sync, swiftly and perfectly, it’s everywhere and it’s overwhelming. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I follow her dyed pink flame that dances across the screen. There are three other members and a chanting crowd but it’s like all of a sudden I have a tunnel vision and all I see is Y/N, moving her body, shaking her hips and twirling across the stage. She’s mesmerizing.

And then it’s her turn to sing and my heart is shook. Her voice drips off her mic like honey and I don’t want her to stop. I’m not listening to the lyrics or trying to analyze the song like I usually do, I’m just listening to the sound of her voice. I’m not looking for flaws because there aren’t any. At least I don’t think there are because I’m feeling so entranced by her. I’m feeling- I’m feeling- Love?

And then it’s over, way too soon for my liking. I see Y/N coming and I start to panic. I want to say something, anything. Good job? No. You were amazing? Understatement. I’m in love with you. Overstatement? Maybe not.

“Hyung, are you okay.” Jungkook says shaking me as he did earlier. I had completely tuned out my members, not hearing their praise for Y/N’s performance.

I don’t reply to Jungkook. Instead I grab a towel from our stylist and make a beeline towards Y/N. As soon as I approach her I get a better look at her and I know I’m in love. She’s absolutely gorgeous. I honestly don’t care that’s she’s sweaty at all. I just want to know her.

“Hi.” I say handing her the towel. She looks up at me and I smile at how she’s returned to that shy girl, completely opposite from the fierce idol who just performed.

“Hi,” she replied, a smile taking over her lips.

“I-I just wanted t-to give you- this.” Now it’s my turn to stutter and it does suck.

She giggles a bit and takes the towel. “Thank you.” She says sweetly.

I’ve never felt this way before but I feel like I just want to keep talking so that I can keep hearing her voice.

“You were phenomenal just now. Absolutely amazing.” I say in the most genuine voice I can pull.

I can see her blush now. “Thank you.”

In the corner of my eye, I see Namjoon beckoning me over but I ignore them. Then I hear our Bangtan being called over the PA and I groan. I love performing but not right now.

“You should stay and watch Bangtan perform,” I say, slowly backing away from her.

“Oh I will. I’m a huge fan.” She says playfully and I raise my eyebrow at her. “Oh yeah? Who’s your favourite member.” We are almost yelling at each other now as we gain more distance.

“I don’t know his name. He’s really nice and caring from what I’ve seen. And he raps really well and is an amazing songwriter and composer. Not to mention very cute. I think his name was.. Salt?”

I throw my head back in laughter. “Stay right there. I’ll be right back.” I wait to see her nod before I join the rest of the members on stage. I ignore all of their teasing and think about what I could do especially for Y/N during this performance. I hope that she’ll be there after because even though I literally just met her, I miss her already. I guess there is such a thing as love at first sight.

A/N

Hey Anon! I hope this is something similar to what you imagined. Please let me know readers if you liked it. Thanks so much for reading!

~Armygirl

Villain; KJI

Member: Kai | EXO

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 5.8k

a/n - i saw the logan trailer and got inspired, enjoy - ♤

summary: Being the good girl was a role you never played in your life. 


It was a normal day in the city.

It was in the brisk of afternoon, adults were tending to their daily jobs, kids were attending school as some were getting off from school. The busy sounds of city life, the cars running, the horns blaring, and the chatter amongst people, were adorning the lively streets of the downtown metro area. You were also a part of your own lively day, just in your own apartment, music blaring as you twirled around, singing, dancing as you moved around your living room apartment. Your eyes would look at the TV waiting for the news report to begin as you began to water your strung up plants that hung from their respective places.

Earlier you had caught the morning news, the reporters telling you to watch later for a special report on a crime that had taken place downtown late last night. The article of course piqued your interest like any viewer would. However, your reasoning for being into the story was quite different from other reasons people would watch such a story.

Way different.

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how to make reactions

A/N: Heyy, don’t worry, this isn’t a dumb question! I’ve been enjoying making reactions myself since i started this tumblr account. I’m not the best account but many of you seem to like my work so here you go~

My first tutorial post on how to make reactions!


1. Decide on a topic and idol

This part is completely up to you. At first when my account was new i did not get requests and so had to come up with my own ideas!

TIP: Be creative! do not do something that many people often do, your work will not stand out :)


2. Make sure you know your idols well

Personally, i think this is incredibly important to make a reaction because readers often look forward to reading something that’s realistic. 
It would be weird if you wrote a quiet, kept to himself idol like Yoongi to be loud and hyper like Hoseok. It just doesn’t seem realistic.

TIP: I study psychology so i can tell apart personalities really easily but this isn’t the case for everyone, My tip is that you watch a lot of their videos, TV shows, and interviews so you can kind of see how they react in certain situations better


3. Start writing!

What I do on my blog is that i actually list all the names of the members and start writing their reactions based off of their personalities. It can be kind of difficult sometimes but if i get a writer’s block i watch some of their videos to just get inspired again, (i’m not going to lie… sometimes i get lazy ^^) 

TIP#1: Despite the fact that most of us see them through screens most of the time, please remember that these idols are REAL people with REAL emotions. Avoid writing them to be so robotic and emotionless (e.g. Yoongi) bc behind what we see through the screen they’re just like us ~

TIP#2: Avoid writing the members reaction to be similar, of course there will be members who have similar personalities but not everyone will react to certain things the same way. You have to look more in depth to their personalities ~


4. (Optional) Add gifs

When i surf through tumblr, my favourite reactions are the ones that have gif’s in it so i can kind of picture the members faces in the certain scenario. 

TIP!!!!: This one is kind of important - I prefer to make sure that the gif’s in my reactions correlate to what’s happening in the reaction because it annoys me when it doesn’t. Image reading about a sad breakup and seeing a gif of your idol smiling and jumping around… doesn’t sound very nice to me 

                                        

                                         HOW TO ADD GIF’S:


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( he’s my ultimate bias by the way ;)) 


4. ~ gif is automatically added when you click on it ~

Originally posted by okayoongz


Well there you go, it’s not very good but I tried. Hope this helps and good luck in making the reactions for your blog anon! ~


                                                   -bangtan angels-

Death is never the end... Not on this show anyway.

well. that was… um… yeah.

I’m not quite done processing.

The thing is, we have been speculating for so long now about Cas dying in the finale that it was almost expected for me. When he died I didn’t even react (certainly not in the way that Misha probably wanted when he asked for reaction vids) I just kinda went ‘Oh’ and that was it. 

I got up, took a walk to Sainsbury’s because I had to get some food, and spent the entire walk there and back pondering this new turn of events. 

I need to sort out my thoughts properly, but this post will more likely be me screaming into a void because I just need to type right now.

Cas is not dead.

Lets just get that one out there. No matter how real that whole stabbing, flashy light, burnt wings thing looked. It didn’t happen. Not the way we think it happened. Absolutely not. Cas’s story is unfinished. This is Andrew Dabb we are talking about after all, the master of Cas’s story arc in Carver era and into season 12. Cas hasn’t answered any of the questions they have been throwing at him since season 8. He hasn’t found his place, accepted who he is, learned to love himself… 

My biggest issue with the finale (aside from Lucifer’s mere presence) was that Cas wasn’t Cas. He was off, he wasn’t himself, he was kinda cold. Just like in 12x19. I have so many questions and there is no fucking way that this is the end for him. We still don’t even really know what happened to him in heaven, let alone what the Nephilim did to him. What was with the golden glow when he healed Dean? That was all wrong. 

I don’t know whether the alternate universe thing means we will get au versions of Cas now, or whether the Cas that was killed WAS an au version himself and real Cas is trapped somewhere? Or maybe Nephilim Jack will bring Cas back on the spot? 

Other than being great emotional fodder for shippers, and a chance to see Dean at his absolute best when he is an emotional wreck (just like my fave scene in 12x22 with Mary - WOW), it just seemed kinda flat. I’m upset about it, but probably not in the way Andrew Dabb wants me to be. 

One thing is for sure, when Cas comes back (and he WILL come back) he better still be HIM, OUR CAS and not some au version. Cas still has so far to go with his own story and Dabb hasn’t finished telling it. I don’t doubt that we WILL get OUR Cas back eventually, but I am sure that we will get more than a few episodes of Dean suffering serious man pain before we do. 

Crowley is Dead

As a great compare and contrast to Cas’s shock death, Crowley’s was perfect. It was exactly how I have always wanted Crowley to go out. He finished up his story arc. He admitted he was done with hell, he wanted more, or something different, and then he gave his life to save and protect the family he loves. It was beautifully done, and I was happy about it, and also sad because I will miss Crowley. He was a fantastic character, but I am glad to see him go.

Also, it works as proof that the writers DO know what they are doing with the characters. The fact that they were able to round off Crowley’s story and give him a decent send off means they DO know how to write a decent death scene and CAN do it well. They KNOW they have unfinished business with Cas, hence Cas WILL RETURN as the Cas we all know and love. Crowley’s story however, is now finished.

HOWEVER - with Earth 2 looming and a character born who can open up alternate worlds, it is entirely possible that they will bring back Mark Sheppard to play an au version of Crowley from now on. Perhaps we will actually get a truly evil demon Crowley again just like in season 6? Perhaps they will start his story over again? it is entirely possible that we may see a whole bunch of versions of Crowley. Just because the REAL Crowley’s story is now over, doesn’t mean we couldn’t have different Crowley’s come back into the story just like how they brought Bobby back.

Rowena’s death pissed me off

Yeah this one hurt the most actually. Because unlike Cas’s flat shock value/shipper fodder death that did him no justice, and Crowley’s perfect send off, this was just utter bullshit. It was Bucklemming levels of bad. Damn Dabb are they getting to your head or what?

The fact that they didn’t even give Ruth Connell the chance to come back and send off our Queen with pride and a decent fight has royally upset me (and again, not in the way Dabb probably wants me to be upset). The burnt corpse on the floor was just cheap and crappy and have I mentioned that I am so over Lucifer already?

I am hopeful that she will also come back, but that it will be an au version of her as I think they made it pretty clear that the real Rowena is dead. Since her story ties in closely with real Crowley (I’m gonna have to start referring to the original characters as Real!Character from now on arn’t I?) it makes sense that the original Rowena is gone for good. Though au evil witch Rowena coming back to bother the Winchesters? Badass fighter witch Rowena from Earth 2? Hell yeah I am all for that. Bring it on. Still doesn’t make real!Rowena’s death right though.

Alternate Realities are an anything goes area

Seriously though. How many fanfics do we read that start ‘au this’ and ‘au that’. practically everything we write is an au. Imagine where they could take this?

(I’m thinking about that beautiful fanfic called The Mirror right now and OMG IMAGINE THE POSSIBILITIES?!?)

I would like to see an au version of Cas. BAMF Cas in a black trench who doesn’t know or care about Dean at all. Just to see Dean’s reaction. OR an au where destiel is REAL?

Imagine if they get fem!Cas back? An au where Cas never left his original vessel? Dean may actually get to meet fem!Cas! 

(Once again I am thinking about The Mirror because suddenly this is something that we could actually get on the show and I may be freaking out about this… Dean goes to an au and meets himself and fem!cas and they are married and she is carrying his child?!?! IMAGINE how much THAT would hurt NOW with Dean believing that HIS CAS IS DEAD?!?!?)

Okay the more my mind wonders into AUs the more excited I get. This is the big pull for me next season. This is what I want. That and Cas back. Obviously. Which, as I said above, we WILL get. 

Lucifer

OMG just be dead already I don’t fucking care I just want your stupid face off my TV screen just fucking DIE.

Mary Winchester

Again, won’t die. They only brought her back last season. I reckon AU Bobby will save her (along with real!Cas maybe?!?) and they’ll kill Lucifer (PLEASE) and find a way to escape. 

To be honest, other than that amazing scene in 12x22 in Mary’s head I didn’t really engage with her all that much. I don’t think she’ll die at all, she may be trapped, but she won’t be trapped for long. I am interested to see how she deals with Lucifer now. 

Dean

Oh Dean, you poor sweetheart. Everything he said and did in 12x22 just broke me. He was so open and honest and he actually talked about his feelings. He has come so far, and I am sure we will be picking apart that scene with Mary all summer. 

Then, in 12x23, Cas’s death. I said it was all for shock value and for shipping fodder. I mean this, but not entirely negatively, not on Dean’s side anyway. The way Sam had to pull Dean back through the portal when Cas stormed up to Lucifer, the way he screamed when Cas was stabbed, the way he just fell to his knees in front of Cas’s body, the way he looked up to the sky in disbelief, in prayer to a God he doesn’t believe will ever help him…just… wow. THAT was where the emotion was. Dean is well and truly back in his place as the emotional heart of this show and I couldn’t be happier with that.

I full expect season 13 to become a sort of season 7 for him. I can predict that Dean will believe Cas is well and truly dead for a good few episodes, even if it revealed to the audience far sooner that Cas is fine, or brought back, or however else he manages to survive that. I expect Dean to be truly mourning Cas, and I hope that this time around it won’t be hidden under other layers like guilt for killing your brothers monster friend for example. They have been nearly completely candid about Dean’s feeling towards Cas all season (and last season) so there would be no reason NOT to show him completely in mourning and non functioning because of it. I wanna see the pain, and I wanna see just how much that pain differs from Sam’s pain over loosing Cas.

Sam and the Nephilim

Yep, this is Sam’s problem now. His brother will be useless I guarantee it. Sam will be all business and logic and be all about dealing with the Nephilim, as well as getting Mary free, whereas I fully expect Dean to become withdrawn and broken.

We will see Sam take control, take the lead on everything they do in the first few episodes until they can rescue Mary, take out Lucifer, and reunite with real!cas however that pans out. It will be interesting to see.

The Nephilim was weird. I didn’t like it. I knew we weren’t gonna get a baby because a baby is useless, but it just becoming a creepy guy like that? I dunno. Found it weird. Not sure how I feel about it. I reckon he will be all about alternate worlds… I dunno if he will be traditional bad guy either. I kinda hope he is at least kinda good because otherwise the whole deal with Cas makes even LESS sense. I am so annoyed we didn’t find out what the deal was with Cas? Urgh.

I hope that they pick up all the plot points they dropped next season. I don’t want the Nephilim to become just another big bad, because it truly does just make the whole thing with Cas just seem ludicrous. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL THAT NEPHILIM DID TO HIM DAMMIT!!

Anyway. Thats as much as I can type down right now. I’m all a buzz of speculation and thoughts so feel free to send me an ask about the episodes and I’ll hopefully be blogging about them over the weekend.

Love Sickness (Bucky x Reader)

A/N: Hey again!! Haha wow, three stories in a day? Wow😂 Btw, I kinda had fun writing this story, if only this was how I could get my crush’s attention, if I had one haha. Anywaysss, enjoy!!

Tag: @barely-emily

Request: Bucky x Reader where he has a thing for Reader wearing glasses please ?


You pushed your glasses up as you stared at the TV screen, too lazy to wear your contacts as you didn’t have any missions today as well. You turned around when you heard footsteps walking behind you.

“Morning, Bucky,” you greeted as the soldier turned to look at you, stopping at his footsteps as he just continued to stare at you. You frowned at him as you waved your hand. “Hello? Earth to Bucky.”

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Dubsmash Wars

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

Request: hey Grant Gustin one shot? Where you and him have a dubsmash war (like the one the Marvel actors did and you both post them on Twitter and all the fans ship it and then you end it with a really cute one of both of you and everyone just really loves you together?

Notes: I’ve never experienced what the logistics of Dubsmash are so some of the technical things might be wrong. Otherwise I hope this was kind of what you were looking for, there are only a few ‘dubsmashes’ because otherwise this would be super long hahah. Hope you enjoy!

Y/F/N is “Your friend’s name”

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anonymous asked:

2 and 10 for the drabble prompts with Bucky please?

“Buck?” You asked timidly, placing a hand on his back. “You okay, man?”

Bucky sat straight; palms formed into a fist, with his face hard and grim. His steady breathing was the only indication that he didn’t actually fall into a catatonic state from what he just witnessed.

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I'll Love You Every Which Way There Is To Love You

Pairing: God!Chuck x fever!Reader

A/N: See, the last time I got sick, I wrote Oh God, Please Don’t Let Me Sneeze on My Angelic Crush (Castiel x Reader) and now this…? Fever!me is weird…

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Once again, a body-quivering sneeze erupted from the otherwise quiet Bunker, followed by a disgruntled groan as you wiped your runny nose with one of the many tissues you had with you on your bed in your room at the Men of Letters bunker. “Oh my god, this fucking blows.” You grumbled, glaring at the TV screen, which was playing Grey’s Anatomy, a slightly-guilty guilty pleasure of yours. Hey, if Dean could get away with his knock-off version of Grey’s, then you can damn well have McDreamy all to yourself.

“Hey sweetheart, you called…?” All of a sudden, the very familiar voice of your boyfriend Chuck was heard right outside your door, you letting out a panicked shriek in response.

“No, no, don’t come in-” Of course, this only made him more curious, so he pushed the door open slowly and peeked his head in, his frown immediately softening as he took in your current condition; hair messed up from rolling around in bed all day, a slightly-used tissue balled up in your hand, a tissue box next to your blanketed self and Grey’s on the screen. It only took him a split second to smile in amusement, making you pout. “I swear to you if you laugh at me, I will actually throw this used up tissue at your gorgeous face.” You threatened your godly boyfriend in half-seriousness.

“The huntress doesn’t look so badass now.” He pointed out with a grin, you chucking the tissue ball at him, the omnipresent being deftly avoiding it by side-stepping. “Look at you, defenceless without your tissue!” He poked fun at your currently bad aim, coming over to stand by the side of the bed you both shared when he spent the nights not having godly duties. “Scoot over.” He gestured to you, making you frown.

“But I’m sick.” You pointed out.

“And I’m God, (Y/N), I don’t get sick.” Reluctantly, you moved over to give him some space on the bed, him getting under the covers with you. When he noticed your subtle distance from him, he motioned for you to cuddle up to him like you always would, but you shook your head.

“I am way too gross for cuddles with God, Chuck.” You stubbornly stayed at your side of the bed. To your surprise, your omnipresent boyfriend only scoffed at your reply. “What?”

“I’ll love you every which way there is to love you, (Y/N), snot dribbling from your nose or badass stabbing monsters every other week.” He rolled his eyes fondly at you, as if he wasn’t convinced you would even say such things, being the ‘badass huntress’ you were. “So does it really matter if you’re sick or not? All I want is a cuddle with my beautiful huntress girlfriend.”

To Chuck’s alarm, your eyes began to well up with tears, and him, misunderstanding your sudden tearful state. began to panic, before you waved his worry off. “No, no, I’m okay, I just…that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, a-and that’s the f-first time you said…y'know,” You gestured wildly as if he would understand you meant it was the first time he said ‘I love you’. “So I’m a little more than overwhelmed-”

This burst of babbling from you prompted your boyfriend to pull you into a hug, kissing your feverishly-hot forehead before pulling you tight against his broad chest. “I’ll say that every single day until the end of the world, (Y/N), I hope you know that.”

“I love you so much, Chuck.” You whispered tearfully against his chest.

“I know, sweetie.” He said, holding you in the ensuing silence, until-

“Hey, Chuck…?” You said hesitantly.

“Hm?”

“I…I think I got some snot on your shirt…”

Not That Joystick - Tim Drake x Reader

Ayyy I had a Timmy obsessed anon who requested a “ I meant to grab the popcorn, not your crotch, sorry” prompt. I apologize for the title it was not my idea but it made me laugh too much to not use it

Words: 630


“TIM GET IN THE BUSH!” you yell as you shove another handful of popcorn in your mouth.

“I’M WORKING ON IT, BUT EDWARD IS NOT COOPERATING!” Tim talks back as he tries to maneuver the pirate on the screen into a bush before anyone sees him.

“I think it has less to do with Edward and more to do with Operator Error,” you snort.

“Shut up,” he pouts as he finally manages to hide in the bush. The icon in the corner turns gray again to show that he’s anonymous.

“I thought you were good at this game.” You snuggle deeper into the couch and reach for the popcorn bucket sitting between the two of you.

“I normally am,” he mutters.

“Then why have you died five times in the past fifteen minutes?”

“Shut up.”

You laugh at your playful banter. Soon the gameplay draws your full attention again as he tries to infiltrate a restricted area with as little conflict as possible. So far he’s doing a pretty fair job. He’s managed to lure a few enemies to the bushes before assassinating them, and he’s using poison darts where he can.

It’s going great until he hits the wrong button. His character whips out a pistol to shoot the nearest enemy, and soon enough he’s swarmed by people trying to kill him.

With eyes glued to the screen, you reach over to grab another handful of popcorn, but you reach a little too far. Without thinking about the fact that your hand hasn’t made contact with food, you squeeze to grab popcorn anyway.

The screen tints red as the assassin desynchronizes, and Tim makes a deep uncomfortable noise in his throat that you’ve never heard before.

It’s then that you realize that you’re touching denim. And that it isn’t the denim covering Tim’s legs. Rather, it’s the denim covering another part of him.

Immediately you jerk your hand back and jump about a foot away from him, causing the popcorn bucket to bounce and topple over, sending a flurry of buttery snacks all over you, Tim, and the couch.

Your hands fly to your mouth. “Oh my god Tim I meant to grab the popcorn not your crotch I am so so so so sorry!” You voice has raised by a couple of octaves, and a nervous heat is creeping up your cheeks. Tim’s face is as red as the desynchronization screen, and he just keeps staring at the TV with tight lips.

“I swear I didn’t mean to! Timmy, please don’t be mad! I’m sorry!”

“Y/N, I am the exact opposite of mad,” he chuckles, but his voice is a little shaky. He looks at you with soft eyes, but his cheeks are still beet red. “I just wasn’t expecting you to get that friendly.”

“Drake have you finished killing people yet?” Damian walks into the living room. “I would like to watch my documentary on—Why is there popcorn everywhere? And why are you so red?”

“Nothing Damian,” Tim says without looking up.

Damian stares at the two of you for a few more seconds before rolling his eyes with a huff and storming out of the room, muttering the whole way. “Stupid Drake with his stupid games and his not stupid girlfriend.”

At the word ‘girlfriend’ Tim’s cheeks brighten again, and your heart beats a little faster.

“Well, I guess that’s one less conversation we have to have.” You start picking up popcorn and putting it back in the bowl. Tim just gives you a look before turning back to his game.

“Fine. If you’re going to be that way.” You bounce right next to him with your arms draped across his shoulders and kiss him on the cheek. “Try not to die this time, Timberly.”

Love Is Complicated

Originally posted by asstrxlxgy

Tom Holland x reader

Request: Yes

Summary: The Reader confesses about their want to fall in love and ends up having an emotional conversation with Tom, their best friend, during movie day.

Word Count: 1,949

Warnings: Language, fluff, err… emotional romance, love confessions, (let me know if I missed any pls).

A/N: Alright, guys. I know it’s been a while, but I just haven’t been in the mood to write and have been in a funk recently. But I pushed this out somehow with my definite lack of experience. It’s raining and it’s calming me, so maybe that’s why. I’m sorry to the anon that requested this. This is probably not what you wanted. :// I’ll stop rambling. Enjoy!


Love.

It’s something that most people want or desire in life.

It’s something that brings a smile to someone’s face or gives them a sheer moment of pure joy and happiness.

But, it’s something that you didn’t have.

Why?

Because love is complicated.

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Bad Girl Ch 5: Call

Xiumin’s POV

“Hyung you can’t be serious,” Baekhyun snaps at me. He throws his glass of whisky on the floor before running his hands through his hair in frustration. “I told you guys that we were going to torment her, not to fucking kiss her!”

“Stop your yelling,” Chanyeol snarls back. “We were all a bit dumbstruck that is all.”

“She looked exactly like her,” Sehun basically whimpers.

Kai is next to him, his leg tapping mindless, hands shaking, “I honestly thought it was her for a minute, I almost ran to her.”

“Hyung beat you to it and look at him,” Baek scoffs. They all turn to me, judgment and pity in their eyes. The whisky bottle is in my hand, my eyes are blood shot and still pouring tears but I can’t help it. She looks exactly like her, sounds exactly like her, I’m half ready to swear on my life that that little girl is my baby but I can’t get myself to voice it.

“I’m still going to see her,” Sehun deadpans as he stands up.

“No you are not,” Suho joins us in the living room, rage obvious in his voice. He scans the room until he finds me and quickly storms over. He lifts me up by my collar, allowing the bottle in my hand to fall and spill on to the carpet. “What the hell Hyung? You kissed her? Are you fucking nuts?” He yells in my face.

“Yes I am,” I admit with a dry chuckle. “I had to see her Suho, you don’t understand. I had to look that girl in the eye and see how Jiyong could just replace her with a copy but now I understand.”

“I don’t understand? You can’t just pretend that you were the only one close to her. We loved her too, I loved her so much. I know how it feels to loose her, the feeling that your whole heart has been ripped out of your chest, I felt that too. What the hell do you mean you understand him? That girl is not Jooyoung, not matter what you do to her face or her body she is just a copy.” He spits in my face, absolutely fuming.

“A perfect copy,” I hum sadly. “She is so beautiful. So perfect, you have to see her to believe it. He did an amazing job, she is truly a master piece.”

That seems to drive Suho off the edge, he surprises me by punching me in the face, knocking me back on to the couch. “That girl is not my baby!” He yells. “My baby is dead. She was beaten into a bloody pulp because we couldn’t save her, because that bastard brought her into the light of our world making her a target. So stop mentioning anything about them. That girl is not to be mentioned in this house ever again, got it?”

None of us respond.

“Good.”

I glare at him before pushing myself up off the couch to stare that bastard in the eye, “You sound so strong and brave but you didn’t see her.”

“He’s right,” Kai blurts.

Sehun nods but isn’t able to look away from the ground, “You didn’t see how much she looked like her. When you see her Hyung,” He has to stop for a moment to regain his voice and an to attempt to keep the tears from falling which he fails. “When you see her, your whole world will stop. Any feelings you thought you were able to put away will be there in your face telling you to run to her, to take her even if she is a copy.”

That only seems to make Suho even more upset, he storms over to the TV and in my drunken state I’m a bit confused but only for a moment. I try to rush over to stop him but I can’t get my feet to move fast enough. The dark screen flashes on and the whole room goes completely quiet except for the small whimpers coming from the speakers.

“Please stop,” Her little voice begs. I drop to my knees in front of the screen and rest my hand on the glowing picture of her broken image. “Daddy please save me.” We could never watch the rest of it, the fleeting moment when you can see the life leaving her green orbs but I can’t get myself to look away.

“Do you see this?” Suho is barely able to choke it out.

“Turn it off,” Baekhyun demands.

Suho ignores him, “I’m asking all of you if you see this!”

“My baby,” Tao mumbles as he joins us in the living room, our five other brothers behind him, each show their heartbreak in their eyes at the sight of our baby try to crawl away from the monster holding the camera. His laugh echoes through the room, a haunting melody that I can’t get out of my head goes along with it.

“What is going on Suho?” Kris growls.

“Great everyone is here, now let me ask all of you again, do you see her?” He points to the screen.

Luhan nods, his eyes turning pink from on coming tears, “We see her.”

“This is our baby, my baby, our Jooyoung. Do you see what is happening to her? She is getting beaten to death. Her last words were her begging us to save her. Her last thoughts were most likely that we let her die. She is very right, we let her die. Now I want all of you to remember that when you look at that fucking copy. She is not Jooyoung. Now tell me who is that girl?” He looks at us expectantly.

“She is not Jooyoung,” We repeat back.

“What happened to our Jooyoung?”

“We let her die.”

“Now that we all seem to understand that, leave Jiyong and that thing alone,” He takes a deep breath as he rubs his eyes. “I’m going to bed.” He sighs before pushing past our brothers on the stairs to the hall. We sit in silence for a moment before I can’t stand to be in that room anymore. I stand up and make my way to my room in silence. I can’t stand being in the same room as them anymore, they are all still grieving in their own way. I lay on my bed in the dark, too tired to take off my suit and get under the covers so I just lay there. My bed feels so cold and empty but I can’t get myself to let anyone else lay with me.

I did once, four months after we left I laid with a woman, who I have to admit did resemble my Jooyoung, and for a moment I forgot she was gone. The body in my arms was so warm and small, I was so happy until reality came in and ruined all of it. I cringe at the memory of that morning when that disgusting woman put her hands all over me, I had to killer her. I guess I didn’t have to torture her, but I needed to blow off steam after a panic like that. I tore that woman to shreds.

My phone ringing brings me out of my fog, I almost don’t answer it but something nagging in the back of my mind forces me to grab the phone and answer the unknown caller, “Hello.”

“Daddy?” A little breath cries softly. My heart drops and I throw the phone. The screen lights back up and stares at me, the name unknown caller bright on the screen. “Daddy Xiumin,” That addicting voice calls. With shaking hands I grab the phone and hold it to my ear.

“Baby?” I choke out.

“Hi Daddy,” She cries back.

I can’t hold in my tears, “Is this real?”

“Of course this is real.”

How can this be happening? My baby is dead, I just watched her die, yet I can hear her sweet voice like it is coming from her pretty lips. I’ve lost it, that’s it. I have completely lost my mind. Yet I can’t get myself to shake away how amazing this is, I have my baby, even if it is for a short amount of time, I’ve got her.

“My sweet baby,” I cry into the phone holding it like it’s my lifeline. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

“Daddy please stop crying,” She begs me. “I forgive you, now please stop.”

“How can you really forgive me when I let that happen to you? I left you with those people, I don’t deserve forgiveness.”

“Well you are getting it now please calm down, I need to ask you something.”

I nod eagerly, “Of course my baby anything.”

“Can you move on?”

Her words cut me, even though the words are coming from my mind, it hurts. How am I supposed to move on from someone like her? “How can you ask such a silly question? I can never forget you.”

“I’m not saying you should forget me just move on. You shouldn’t be holding on to me anymore.”

I shake my head, “Please stop saying these thing, just because you are gone doesn’t mean I should just move on, I haven’t had enough time to deal with it.”

“It has been a year. One whole year since I’ve been gone and I’m in a really good place.”

I sniffle, “Are you happy there?”

“I’m very happy. It isn’t hard anymore but with you so focused on my I can’t focus on anything here, I just want to go back to the peace I had before.”

“I’m sorry, my baby, I’ll stop, so you can go back to resting in peace. Please just know that I will always love you and miss you.”

“I loved you too daddy.”

Just like that the line is dead.

“No, no, no, no, come back please come back!” I frantically try to call the number back but seems to have erased itself from my history. “No, I made her up she can come back if I made her up!” I scream at my phone. I can’t take it anymore and chuck my phone at the wall making it shatter into pieces. “I want her back!” I curl up on my bed, I feel like I lost her all over again. I can’t do this, I can’t live without her. That copy, I don’t care that she’s a fucking copy I need her, I need my baby’s face to be there when I wake up and when I go to sleep. I can’t live without her, not like this.


Jooyoung’s POV

The bed dips slightly as someone joins me in the bed, I roll over to find Jiyong sinking under the covers in nothing but boxers. I smile at his appearance and quickly burry myself in his embrace. I feel so much lighter with everything off my chest so I don’t have to worry about them anymore and focus all of my attention back on my amazing fiancé.

“You got home quick,” I muse.

He chuckles and kisses the top of my head, “I missed you way too much.”

I scoff, “You were jealous.”

“I was very jealous that Xiumin was able to kiss you tonight but I wasn’t.” He admits with a soft kiss on my lips.

“I called him,” I confess once he breaks the kiss.

He tenses, “You what?”

“I know I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry but there were something that I needed to get off my chest. I asked him to move on and he agreed.”

“Why?”

“Because I know they could make your life difficult with work so I wanted to solve this without some big thing. I called him and told him I’m happy now and that he should move on so I can stop worrying about what they might do and go back to focusing on you. Are you mad?”

“How can I be mad when you were doing it for me? I am so thankful to have you. Just please don’t seek them out anymore, just because you got Xiumin to move doesn’t mean he will be able to convince the others. I know they didn’t handle it well either.”

“As you wish,” I smile up at him.

I close my eyes and as happy as I am in that moment with my love’s arms around me I feel guilty. I had fallen asleep after I had gone through all of EXO’s files and called Xiumin, my mind heavy with the realization that all the things Haneul had told me about Tae’s cousins were about them. Sehun, Kai or Jongin, and Tao are the ones that are really bugging me. They tried to kill themselves. Was it because of me? Am I self centered for thinking that? I shake my head, I shouldn’t think about it no matter how heavy that makes my heart feel. I’m done with them, all of them.

My life is here with Jiyong now and I couldn’t be happier. He is so honest with me, so sweet and amazing. I was ungrateful once before when I would go running back to them whenever I could. I’m never making that mistake again and there is nothing that could change my mind.

Now You See Me: Jack/Reader

Now You See Me is such a great film! Can you please write a jack wilder imagine set when he fakes his death and you believe it and then yeah major fluff when he returns


AHHH!! Jack Wilder!!!! Maybe something where he sneaks in your room while you were at work and when you get back he’s there trying to make dinner for the both of you!! AHHH!! Thank you so much!!! 😘😘😘😘

Author: Queen of Geeks

(Hope you like it!)

I watched in silence as the car on my TV screen exploded in a ball of fire. There was a part of me that prayed that it wasn’t real. But the rest of me knew that it was. Especially when I called Henly. The phone rang a few times before she picked up. When she did, I asked her quickly if what I saw was real.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).” She told me. I covered my mouth and hung up without another word to say. As I put the phone down, tears began forming in my eyes and spilling down my face.

~~~~~

“Henly, I just want to eat something and stay in.” I slid my key into the lock and turned it.

“You sure? (Y/N), you’re always welcome to come out for drinks.” Henly told me over the phone. I considered it for a second before answering.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“You sure?” She asked once more.

“Yes Henly. I am very sure.” I pushed open the door and froze. “Listen, I have to go.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.” I whispered before hanging up.

Usually, it would be silent and there wouldn’t be any smells inside my apartment. Except I could smell gas and someone moving around in the apartment. Keeping my phone in one hand, I reached inside and grabbed the can of mace I kept inside of my umbrella stand. I had an umbrella tucked under my arm so that counted as another weapon.

Carefully, I tiptoed into my apartment making sure I kept the door open. Who knew if I needed to run out? Creeping into the apartment, I walked towards the kitchen where the only source of light was coming from. I raised my umbrella and creeped into the kitchen.

“Jack?” I froze with the umbrella still raised. He turned around and looked surprised. Sitting on the stove were two pans.

“You’re home!” Jack’s face was a mixture of surprise and happiness. I dropped the mace can and it hit the floor with a clatter as I walked towards him, my umbrella still in my hands. There was a smile on his face.

It disappeared when I whacked him with the umbrella. Jack raised his hands to block the umbrella.

“HOW DARE YOU?” I yelled whacking him once more. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” I lowered the umbrella and leaned it against a wall. Jack watched me carefully in case I was going to hit him again.

“I know, I was going to tell you.”

“When were you going to tell me? It’s been a month!”

“I was going to tell you when I had dinner ready. I also thought that you were going to be home later.”

“Well, no. I start work earlier and finish later. You’d know if you hadn’t faked your death.” Every word was dripping with venom. I pinched my nose and left the kitchen to close the apartment door. After that, I went to my bedroom and locked the door behind me. Changing out of my work clothes, I could hear pots and pans clattering around in the kitchen as Jack continued to cook. I lay on the bed for a few minutes until the noise stopped.

“Dinner’s made.” Jack said from the other side of the door. He could’ve picked the lock of the door but I could tell that he was still standing there debating on what to say. Eventually, my stomach convinced me to get some food.

Sticking my head out of the door, I saw that Jack had set up a small dinner. There was a candle on the table and two plates opposite each other. I stepped out of my bedroom in my sweatpants and t-shirt and walked over to the table.

“I’ve got the food.” Jack said behind me. I stepped out of the way so that he could place both plates on the table. Once he had, I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his face. Jack wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tightly.

“If you ever do anything like that again, I’ll kill you.” I mumbled. Jack laughed and I could feel his chest shake.

“I won’t. I promise.” He assured me. I looked at him and smiled.

“So, what’d you make for dinner?”

“Pasta. I hope you like it.”

“I probably will. Do me a favour?” I asked.

“Yeah, what is it?” Jack raised his eyebrows.

“Remind me to kill Henly.”

anonymous asked:

What are your sfw and nsfw relationship headcanons for Sombra x Fem!reader?

Originally posted by saltybatman

A/N: I can go on and on about Sombra but these are a few. 

SFW

  • You often have to look after Sombra since work takes up a good portion of her time. Fretting over her getting enough sleep and eating good meals. 
  • She appreciates you immensely for this, often buying you items that remind her of you as thank you gifts.
  • Sombra adores the more domestic moments you share. Cuddling on the sofa, washing dishes while you cook, or even working together to fold clothing. 
  • It’s small things she looks forward to upon coming home after Talon missions.
  • She also likes to play harmless pranks on you. Nothing serious or anything that will get you mad -just small ones that are a bit of an inconvenience. 
  • The TV buffers once more. The show you’d halfheartedly been watching pausing at intervals that leave the actors frozen with awkward expressions.You roll your eyes with a shake of your head.“Sombra! Do you mind!” The tv descends into a back screen with a pixelated skull glitching before you. Shortly, the image of your girlfriend appears as she smiles at you, throwing a kiss at the camera. “Love you, babe.” You smile, giggling at her silliness. “I love you, too. But can you please let me watch my show?”
  • She calls and messages you frequently when shes away. Sometimes its to check up on you, most times its just to hear your voice. 
  • You joke about how clingy she can be to where she pouts with a pucker of her lips. Muttering that its not her fault she loves you so much. 

NSFW

  • She’s a very vocal and hands on lover in bed. Always wanting to grab and gouge you for a reaction and loving it when you reward her with such.
  • Sombra is very big on teasing. Feigning obliviousness as to what you so desperately want her to do all while pushing your buttons just right.
  • Her nails rake down over the sensitive areas of your neck, back and thighs as she marks your body with hickies.“ Cariño ,” She sings, a smug smile on her face between sloppy kisses. Her fingers sliding to running up and down the length of your wet sex with a lingering touch. “Tell me what you want, amor. I dont know unless you tell me very specifically.”
  • She adores when you pull her hair. Groaning and biting her lip when its bundled up in your fist, tugged and pulled gently while you call for her on the edge of ecstasy. 
  • Though, she lives to pleasure you, Sombra does enjoy getting eaten out but doesn’t push you to do so if you do not want to. 
  • However, if you don’t mind, its probably the only time she’s rendered completely speechless. Most words lost in translation as she moans her heart out.